You can change reality mearly by correctly directing peoples focus.
This other way I mentioned…
Behind everything you seek to create there is a process, a way of implementation and agency. You can’t paint without the brushes, but you pay little mind to the brushes while painting. Many attribute this unseen process, this agency, to a god. In my experience, god has a strong resonance in this domain of life, but it’s broader than that. Just as a kindergarten teacher may give you art supplies, a god may inspire something that has nothing to do with it directly.
I think this is what lead to the renaissance, and why people never questioned it before. God was enough. It was hard to think of anything else, but there is something behind it, and a way of thinking that is older than churches and organized philosophies.
To the shaman, the worlds oldest imagineer, the world was no single thing. Even the sky was no single thing, and they didn’t seek to unify anything. In the shamans world, some of the spirits in the world were ready and eager to help, but some were not so ready or eager, and some were down right resistant. As much as people abhor the concept of conflict these days, thinking it to be something unwholesome, even unholy, in the shamans conflict was a deep respect for everything in the world.
To begin with they worked with those things that were ready and eager to be their allies, basically the cultural memes. One tribe would be more readily able to work with raven, another would be more readily able to work with the snake, and another still, wolf. These were the first memes, the first morphic fields, and some fields are more readily available to you than others.
For me, fear is very readily available. People have fear for me, or feared me, or feared what my presence and nature might mean. They fear anything they judge to “make no sense”, but I worked beyond that. I drew strength from those spirits, those morphic fields that were readily my allies, and moved into “enemy” territory, and I was certainly challenged.
One of my first enemies was love. I could not understand it. It did threaten me. In the name of love I have suffered many things and had my beliefs in love betrayed repeatedly. But my old friend, the spirit of doubt, showed me something. It doesn’t occur very often, and people fight it back when it does occur, but I noticed that sometimes people do realize that they just need love. They just want that hug. In their moment of sadness, they just need a friend, but for me it took my ally doubt to show me this. I grew stronger in making this connection with real love. I no longer struggle with love as it appears normally.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.