A wave from the heavens

Tricks and games

A long time ago, when I was sad, the god of joy and tricks (so I named him) came to tell me that it is all a game. Just a game.

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This majestic head ripped a hole into the fabric of this reality. It was as if someone made a knife cut in the air to poke his beautiful, ornamented head from another world- just to hush me as I was crying. His touch on my shoulder was enough to calm me down- but his words went with me for many years.

From there on, there was a lift in the air. And I started to see the difference between games and reality.

A bundle of thoughts put nicely together to present an idea that is rounded and appealing enough to convince others to join in agreement to that pattern of thought.

Creating worlds inside the world.  

The more people agree to that idea, the more it is firming and crystallizing as a pattern. And the more it is doing it- the more it becomes alive without the need of constant support- it is running like a program in the background. Systems are created.

And mama, have we done that.

Many people agreed to many things, creating pockets of realities that are branching into the ether as an extension of the original web. And there are also branches of diversion, contrast, and distortion of the original.

Everything is everything, as the good song said. (I think Lauryn Hill)

There is an inverted reality, they say.

Of course, there is. Not one but many.

Some people cannot see it. It is as if they are locked into a certain program without the realization of what it is and when a different approach, a different nature, reality itself, or something new shows up- there is no recognition. Their brain cannot perceive something outside of their locked-in program. It is the definition of cognitive dissonance.

We all know the story of the natives and the Spanish boats, right?  Only the shaman saw the boats because he was open to any reality, and after he pointed the boats out, the villagers were able to see the boats coming to shore, as well. Well, we don’t have enough shamans in the west- but we have enough people that are bringing reality back- which is multiple.

And what is reality?

Well, it is many things. But for this matter, it is the ability to see the games of the brain, the webs created by forces external and internal- and decide what fits and what not.  

Reality is a matter of perspective. The lens and zoom of a perspective change the amount of information you receive from a picture, is it not? I would say yes.  

I like to change perspectives like socks in the winter. Zoom in, zoom halfway,  zoom here and there, zoom out full blast. And change the lens to black and white, rosy, teal, and full color. See everything I can see. Not hold, not contain, not embrace, not resist, not persist, not analyze- just watch and click it.  

The processing is instant.  

One snap of the eyelids contains worlds of information.  

At any moment, drops of clarity fall into my mouth, my hands, my head, my eyes. And I need to be swift on my toes with my attention, to continue that moment into a lasting grasp of a different reality hidden just behind the masks.

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It is an adventure. Not all information is sustaining. I used to fight with myself and reject what is not positive because I wanted to love, to embrace. I don’t do it anymore. I accept the snapshot that alarms me as swiftly as I accept the beauty- as my body remains on high alert and totally relaxed- in the same breath and without losing it- containing opposites.  

Because it is a game.

And with the explosive shifting vision of multiple realities that was created through a glitch, fabric breakdown, imposition, disposition, and a shuffle of colliding realities- I look through it as I look through myself. Transparent.

I couldn’t escape my inner-self, and everything else cannot escape it too.

It stands in opposition to agreements. It is the answer I found as I was caught up inside as if saved by it. Loud and clear, no resonance to create an agreement beyond original plans.

Yes.

The only agreement I made is to participate but not to agree.

How can I participate and not agree? I anchor my being in a different reality, and I act on it in my personal life. But I still function in the conflicted world we are living in- not without a choice.  

The first time, the god of joy and tricks approached me to give me his hand. This time, I reached out my hand into that different reality looking for him.

Hand in hand we dance like sky monkeys pretending without pretense to love all games because it doesn’t matter.