Can you truly claim to be enlightened and possess spiritual beatificence if your main drive is for that of vengeance? Really ponder this one at depth because, even on a human level, I think we’d all agree thats pretty much a fail, in the end, as it shows one that isn’t Centered in Self and thus isn’t present. In many respects said Soul could be said to exist as the edge of presence and then one must even question if they are scared to perish as they may just be hitching a lift hence why the golden circle is off limits to them. In such case they would go out of their way to make the domain they possess appear to be the best so that those who own what it covets can be persuaded to trade one type of access for the next.
Old scores, past lives.
Suddenly it all make sense.
You do have to hand it to the Opponent though. They play this realm like a harp from hell as everything else is flip turned upside down so most will never, ever comprehend. Those who make that deal and get down like Cool J very rarely comprehend the monumental L they’ve been handed as they double down on their investment and mark for death anyone who goes against the tabernacle. Now that the phiplay is out of the way, lets engage the rest of your pleasure circuits with a question:
I want you to pretend you are the god of this realm.
Exactly as you are. Your weaknesses and foibles are intact as are your whims and strengths. All you possess is suddenly catapulted from beyond the flesh and to the big chair in the air where you sit, a god among men. What is the first thing you would do to signal your reign? Maybe take out a pad and pen, make some notation as your cogitation doth progress as I promise its of interest because the thing about the mind is its quick to forget and move onto the next with certain bits so keeping a record does tend to help as one gets to spot the gradient.
Most people, when questioned, said they’d help their family and kin by turning them into Queens and Kings so their words would be filtered down to the masses as edicts. That way they could still make their presence felt and get some feedback in the process because the next thing they demanded was some worship. When asked about this the most common responses, when composited stated:
“Well, it makes sense, dunnit? Whats the point of being a god if nobody gives and F? I want my props. Think of it like likes on the web but spiritual. Not making them do anything crazy, just recognize and realize a new day kicketh in and its ya man at the helm”.
The sayer of last bit had, in his first act of creation, made everyone really attractive and hypersexual.
“So, a population of bonobos then?” I asked him.
“What do you mean?” he responded, still mortal and ignorant of the behaviors of other kingdoms.
“Yeah, thats it. See, I knew I’d be a good god because I’m thinking natural. Make lxve, not war. That kind of thing. “Lets settle this in bed” if you’d had an argument” he responded, looking quite proud of himself.
“OK, what next?”.
“Whaddya mean? What else do you need? Life is sorted. Forget the rest of the mess. Its all perfect”.
“Really? Who is going to clean up the mess? Create the sex swings and remote controlled toys for titilation? Better yet, what about contraception, delivery and child rearing plus a zillion other things that all come under the term of world management?”.
“Ah forget this! Its too much of a head trip. Its not realistic. I don’t care, one bit” he said as he left the building and went back to watching streams, pornographic. As you can probably tell said gent was an incel and thus his projections were based on current level wish fulfillment and couldn’t see beyond this lens but it was interesting, nonetheless. Another, of a more academic bent had created a world that was filled with various levels of challenge and puzzles which were designed to create a sense of wonderment and offer hints about the scale of the whole thing. After listening to how he’d sketched out a particularly intricate realm that was jam packed with cryptic hints that were a subtle form of self aggrandizement I asked him:
“What if the people there are, you know, more simple?”.
“What do you mean?” he said, aghast at the concept that someone who doesn’t get his intent dare manifest onto his planet.
“Well, all of that stuff is good and well but it takes a certain level of intelligence, a classical education and some lateral thinking as well. I’m quite sure you’re certain that not all are built like this so how do you get them to that level of comprehension and what would motivate them?”.
“Yes, I see. That is an interesting proposition with more depth than expected. I shall have to think about it and let you know next time I’m in. Toodle Pip!” he said then left, never to mention it again.
See how they say you can’t separate the art from the artist? The God Game is an insane thing because, in the end, who the hell would want the position? Much like politics those who ascend often have different motives than what they profess as double dealing is part of the sketch when one wants to progress in the business of dream selling which often ends up a living hell for those who voted them in, in the end. And yet, this is exactly how this realm works as well which makes me ponder on past lives, old scores and the need for vengeance. Take, for example, my simple minded human conception of higher realms:
I posit a huge cloud of sentience that is of the highest vibration of pure consciousness. Because I think life is music I’ve termed this state Psylense as its seen via awareness for we are it – albeit at the most densest possible. The rain that falls from this, condensed, is the start of individuation and it feels like quite a thrill as it falls to this dimension until it hits the deck, pools with the rest, and becomes a stream of consciousness. From this, at the moment, its flash frozen quick into little barely sentient snowmen who are scared to death of upping their vibration. Now, if we ask the ice to imagine how it feels to fly high it will always end up back on the deck, yes? Because entropy is what it knows best and its hard to pretend beyond limits pre-set as we often project things out that can’t be sustained at length. Just like the Bonobo kingdom or the cerebral wonderland there are bits missing ergo I must tip my hat to the one engaged in reality creation as this is quite an engaging level that can serve many different mindsets in ways seamless, yes? And yet its also filled with more brutality, viciousness and unchecked evil deeds that are, daily, normalized as the way to be. On top of this everyone, without exception, worships that object of quiet reflection known as the black mirror of the abyss and many wish to become their own little gods in training.
Suddenly the entire concept doesn’t seem too ridiculous does it?
What if thats the prize at the end of all of this and the last Soul standing gets to recreate the world in his image after various spins and aspects? I wonder what type of realm would be built? Better yet, lets pretend there are two modes of this and the first one that was etched was created by the rain that fell and thus was still in far greater resonance with spirit over matter and thus these people simply wondered at creation itself that could weave a spell and make them think they were something less than the divine itself, incarnated. As time does progress we see these gods among men become more and more forgetful as the resonance gets thick until, around the mid, the goddess is dead and “Long live the King!” is the new edict as the sacred feminine becomes the Holy Ghost instead. You best start believing this because you’re living in it. Now we have frozen water that dreams of one day releasing steam and it is willing to do anything to get ahead. I use that term well because aheart isn’t in the lex of most fiending for a coupe or Benz so they can stunt on the rest who are as broke and broken.
Whereas the descent of spirit into matter would be seen as predictable once we get down to the depths to imagine anything else would be nigh on impossible for most, plugged in, as time becomes as invisible as water to a fish. I put it to you like this:
Imagine a man creates some tech in which you can rewind your life back to an earlier or later bit and then relive it. The effect is totally seamless and soon people are groundhogging as happily as pigs in excrement as a) they are now aware they’re immortal and b) its much more fun with less emotional investment as all is seen as a challenge for the feedback it brings.
Lets pretend that one day it all goes to hell and, from now on, time only flows in one direction. Soon people will forget the myths. Life follows a predictable sequence in which you are born, young and fresh, then get old and wrinkled before shuffling out of this realm and those stepping into the flesh do it all again. To even suggest an alternative would seem ridiculous buts what if we imagine there was a different type of playa in the Game and he said:
“Why is it that when I intently stare at the back of someones head they turn around and look, ten times out of ten?”.
“Beats me” said the rest as they knew this one was full of strange questions.
“What about the fact that I can take my mind any place it does wish but my body can only be here, now, this instant? What if it too could jump around and vacate this house of pain built of walls of ignorance for are we not trained to sit still and look ahead? Imagine if we’d went to schools that shaped other things and skills like the staring one I mentioned or just how to control whats in your head as well different forms of breathing and such things?”.
“You’re a strange kid, you know that?” commented the Adulterated who was listening before he got back to biz.
The boy looked around at his world that was dotted with the remnants of high tech that was evidence of old school intelligence that used stone and not silicon. The hints that were present spoke of immense structures with alignment that extends beyond this realm because languages may change as people switch up their flex but the stars overhead will remain in orbit and thus one can work out their placement and spin back the timing to create, in sorts, another groundhog effect.
“Say, what if the god of then and the one of now are, quite literally, two different people? Like the old one got bored and pulled a Dr Manhattan and left because he’d done all he wanted so the next one to step had a whole different wavelength and he, at his core, is jealous of his accomplishments and swears vengeance on anyone loyal to him or dare mentions what he did? I wonder what type of world he’d build because if we’re truly made in his image then, boy, he needs to do some quiet reflection as the race is a mess with their head up a rear end they don’t even suspect is the cause of their darkness and real reason for the stench they call “being human””.
I don’t know. What do you think? I’m just lacing some food forethought so scrape the dish on this little imperiment because, remember, I asked you to push the pen and for bonus credits discuss the concept with some in real life friends, strangers or acquaintances as its an amazing exercise in imagination that really offers a glimpse at what truly kicks inside most peoples heads as I truly don’t suspect you can separate the art from the artist. Me? What type of world would I build?
I think it would be like I said because, much like a bubble, its the best use of tension in the optimal arrangement as it ticks the boxes for a state of perfection (or Garden of Eden, if you will) that leads to a fall from grace as matter gets dense and the gods forget they’re more than mortals. Next the vibe dips and sentient snowmen with fists of tech that can’t wait to trade carbon for silicon as they dream of a new heaven to escape for a world which feels like hell itself and round and round goes the spin with differing forces at the helm to create as they wish for the time they get because, in the end, its a limited generation that is based on illusion that keeps getting increasingly dense until there is no choice but to ascend and then it does it all again as repped in the minds and frames of men as its built on a Pattern that looks a lot like a fractal which is etched of pure consciousness.
“Do you know whats most amazing about this?” I said to the teacher after I picked up the string he himself had abandoned and filled him in with my progress:
“It means it can be as simple or as complex as you wish and thus each one plugged in gets exactly what they wish, in the end, because if the lattice of consciousness keeps truth hidden by placing it in front of them whilst their pleasure centers are dancing at the behest of pixels which mean not a thing without one staring at the screen and its visions then its pretty amazing, isn’t it?”.
“Yes, yes it is” he said, nodding his head. “And what do you call this hypothesis slash thought imperiment?”
“The Game of Souls, my friend, and right now it has you in its grip and won’t relent as it keeps feeding a wavelength designed to keep you locked in which is why you abandoned the trek to obtain gnosis which could’ve shook your life down to its very foundations and actually made you feel something”. He looked perplexed.
“Don’t be ridiculous! This is real life, lad. Real life, with bills and things. Why its almost as insane as the time you said you were convinced you could shoot laser beams out of your eyes and how the whole theory or vision was either correct or inverted. You know what it is? You’re lacking an education. Too much imagination can be a problem when its not tempered with the correct expectations” he said, nodding his head like it was a sage proclamation. I knew, even then, that a mind with limits simply cannot pretend not being possessed by them and thus will project what it excepts as correct and this brings us full circle to art and the artist, yes, as in my dome there are no limits…
Till we meet again
