hello comrades

If you are the whole of the infinite, a holographic being, in connection, communication, and total communion with all that is, why does our experience feel so fragmented?  Well let me begin with an analogy.  Say you have a video game where there are no rules, no limitations, no risk and where you know what is going to happen in advance.  This would be very fun for a time, perhaps even a long, long time but eventually you would become bored of it. You would first want to impose rules and limitations on the game, so that it becomes a challenge.  Next, you would want to include risk in the game, the possibility of death or failure as to make the game more exciting.  Finally, if you had the capabilities, you would allow yourself to forget it is a game altogether and become lost in it.

This is the game the infinite is playing.  At its deepest being and therefore ours as well, it knows that this is all a game.  However, through us the infinite can lose itself and forget for a time that it is a game, where the world seems very real and very serious.  So we live as if it is not a game at all.  We create an all-powerful, all-knowing, omnipresent, god because we feel insecure, that we are small, weak, insignificant beings on a small rock, in a small solar, system, in an ordinary galaxy, in a unbelievably large universe.  Because we have forgot that it is a game, we are fearful of change, the unknown, god, and even each other.  It is a play, a performance, we put on different masks depending on who we are with, where we are, the situation we are in.  We do this because we have forgotten who we are and the world requires us to be someone, so we try to be what we think other people want us to be or become our ego.  We yearn to have an identity, so we create our ego and we think that this individual ‘voice in our head’ is us.  All of this is a charade.  It is the infinite expressing itself as an individual, being so creative, that it imposes limitations on itself in order to have new and unique experiences.  This may seem cruel in some respects but the game ends fairly quickly, in terms of cosmic time, in a moment.  It ends when we know that it is a game and live our lives, our behavior reflecting this knowledge, this happens to a very small percentage of people.  The rest of us see that it is a game at death and I’m sure it is quite humorous to find this out.  Reality doesn’t seem serious anymore, in fact, it is more akin to a joke, a dream, or a play.  Not a joke in a degrading sense but in a playful sense.  Realizing all of this before death may be a worthwhile practice to allow.