The Game
The three exegesis:
– Every human being on Earth follows the Rules of the Game on his own Path. And when it commits more penalties than allowed, its game is over.
– People are mini-software, created for the sole purpose of fixing Universe issues.
– Appearance in the Game is cyclic. In different forms. In the scope of one or several lifespans.
Everything is consequential. The Abstract can be altered conceptually. The path of Life, as a parameter of the Universal path in Time dimension, can be altered; and, as a result – fixed! There’s always that moment, when you enter the Passageways and the Tunnels. Always. You need to follow them, to be yourself, but also to restrain from being yourself; to be flexible, but to be exact. The right, the true, the correct interpretation and the flawless intuition are required. The intuition so flawless, so you can submit yourself in it slavely and unconditionally, despite any other „obviously“ logical causal connection, of which your mind and ego scream loudly and present to you and your personality fact after fact, conclusion after conclusion. Yes, the mind and the ego, they entwine the real essence in the prison of logic. Anyway, despite them, you are becoming a tool of intuition – it chooses you, you choose it, both are one. The requirements are so simple: you follow without destructing and breaking, without thinking and contemplating. It’s the only way to fix. The actual results, according to the mind are disappointing, minimal and thoughtless, and the main scenario (the big picture) is that close, but always slipping. Nonetheless, any result, any step, any stare, it gives you reasons, it gives you so much possibilities and deviations. Ants, ants, ants. The intuition slaves, they are the ones who succeed, the ones with pure and righteous perception, boarding with lack of personal interpretation. Yet, there is no recipe, there is no success at all. To be In, to be part of It, that’s the most important!
– Can I come in?
– You’re already in. An elder will point you the exit.
The Interuniverse Astronomical Games are in their full swing. In fact they are always in full swing. Astronomers from all over the world are gathered to partake – some of them arriving, some of them leaving… All in their own times, but somehow outside the Time. All participating, every step you turn, everywhere you look to the end of sight – everything is juddering. Like a tempestuous hive. An organized anthill. No chaos, there is a sense of extreme order, built by countless elements. On first sight you are in a hurry, as you are summoned, however you always manage to look around. You have been given the opportunity to adjust to the surroundings, to merge with the mood and mostly the abstract and concep… Stop! It’s not required to think at all. You perceive. And just like that, you are in the Game, the One you’ve always played. Welcome on board! You realize you’re already participating. Actually right now “it is” turns to “I am”. That thing you were observing, that thing you were, it is now embodied. After completing the first level I was given an identity. The surroundings are actually the Passageways and the Tunnels.
My sight is shown a strange arcade. Two giant forms, two strange boats, swaying in their own little ocean, are dueling in an exquisite dance. Their game is delightful and captivating. Impeccable. Both boats are constructed of personalities, each one of them constantly taking different irregular positions of their body. Everyone is part of the team on board and he complements the others with body unique positions. In each and every moment the members of the crew change their behavior, each for themselves, but always synchronous. The result is always spectacular. I observe, actually I interpret each figure in the two boats in a slow motion: A standing astronomer has pointed his telescope to the second crew, and the team has surrounded him, giving him a firm and stable course of the boat. The second boat has grouped in a posture resembling to an open maw, interpreting the shrinking Moon. I am not clear what the purpose is for each team to reach the endgame, or their goal at all. There’s an association that points me to a demonstrative contest between two virtuosos. I notice the presence of some familiar personalities, engulfed in their own Quests, but not… Not here, not now. I’m advancing. Actually, just a moment has gone.
I’m entering now some specific Tunnel… it’s a covered labyrinth of awnings with multiple tents beneath them. My intuition whispers me to stare, to observe, to absorb everything and everywhere. Without touching or dabbing. A new embodiment follows. This time in a specific storyline: I have a niece, who awaits me and leads me in the same time. She is not born. My cousin has escaped from his parents, who are extremely worried and searching for him with their car. The scene is short and simple – my part in the Game is the one of the unconscious agent. Solely with my observing presence. My cousin just stops at a meadow near the road. His parents find him. My niece Is. She exists.
I realize again under a canvas shroud in the labyrinth between the tents. And my stare is guided to a predetermined location. A small child, still an infant, with extremely large head is staged in an aquarium, filled with a strange liquid-like gas. Ether. Life-giving ether, eternal drug, elixir of immortality. The child breaths through a small tube, plastered to his nostrils. His face is somewhat excessively overgrown and mature for his age. There is a diagnosis attached to the aquarium – the tube supplies the child with saturated oxygen, which slowly kills it. The child is diagnosed a freak and is sentenced to a premature death. His chances for life are taken, what an injustice! The suspense has raised, the calm and sequence are gone. I’m reaching across to stop the flow of oxygen and to give that chance – if the child breaths the ether, this obvious iniquity will be rectified… Stop! It’s the Intuition again. She says otherwise. Enlightened, I turn around and follow the Tunnel, while searching for the Doctor, who gave this impeccable diagnosis.
This was the correct move, the non-interference and the non-change of the Order, automatically transform the Universe and I find myself back in the Game. But everything is now a sort of different. It (the kid) either never existed, or is completely in perfect health – nor the reasons, or the consequences are clear. Solely the intuition, which repays and rewards, everything is fixed. The end of that moment comes as a flash.
I realize among friends, who are waving at me from a bus. What are the Interuniverse Astronomical Games without songs and merriment?! We are all embodied now in a scene where we sing the hit “The lil’ biscuit” – a jolly and dirtier version of an old disco-song. An old buddy is playing the acoustic guitar. He’s slightly older than me. He’s predisposing everybody around with constant jokes and exquisite tricks: Short verses, accompanied with a long cheeky, overwhelming and funny refrain makes the audience laugh through tears. I don’t know the lyrics by heart, so I’m reading them from a handwritten songbook, full of similar hits and singing along the chorus with the rest of the performers. Verses in red and refrain in dark blue, the chords carefully described along. Beauty and perfection. The song ends but I am still overwhelmed and my desire is to share it and sing it, so I rip the page with the song lyrics and then happily pack it away. The guitar guy stares at me and says:
– You are out.
….
This is the end. I took something for myself, I fed my ego. The stolen page with the song was with me without being mine. However, there’s no end of that Game.
Conclusion: Me, I don’t have a clear understanding about this story. I woke up with a clear and sharp memory from such a beautiful dream, as well with an intuition to share this dream story. But of course, many questions, facts and speculations are still remaining upon the mind to ponder.
17.11.2012 / 29.06.2016 ® doggy