Humanity's Game

When I write here I often refer to “the game of humanity” or “the game we’re playing” but I don’t think I ever specified it. Some parts of the game are still a little fuzzy to me, but maybe they’ll be cleared up eventually. Additionally there are a lot of “mini-games” underneath The Game which you can get lost in, profit in too. Furthermore, with metaphysics one could argue there is some semblance of “Higher Games” we can play, captured in religion, but this doesn’t necessarily need to be distinct. Knowing The Game helps metaphysically, as we’ll see: indeed, it’s called The Game because of metaphysics anyway.

Everything about this reality is informed by The Game and what’s so interesting about modernity is that most if not all people have forgotten The Game. We got our ideologies… and our friends surely. Fictions and nations and whatever other faux-tribalisms you hope for refuge in. But these are poor fitting strategies of a headless chicken not sure where they’re trotting or why they started.

The Game is Survival, though more than that: it is Survival Through Eternity. Which is so interesting because there are people queuing up, today, for euthanasia. Or destroying themselves in other ways.

Anyway, we seem to currently be in Eternity, actually. Eden is Today. It is only due to our faulty processing and brainwashing, plagued mind that we think otherwise.

Take for example your concept of Time: what informs it? We have our dear Calendar and Clock passed down from above… and quite informative and motivating for the workers. Yes, too, we have the plague of Old Age confirming all the “years” one has been spent through. Yet if you take away your precious calendar, imagined the Sun stood fixed at the zenith, and Old Age wasn’t inevitable, but a choice… what then? Well, the world would appear as Cycles, same as the river flowing from the precipitation before. Each cycle different, each moment distinct.

What’s our current Cycle, our Story then? Every single myth and hymn vaguely gestures of an idea of some “end times” or, in our Eternity, “transition” to where we shall finally be saved. Joined around the world, too, is the deluge myth which wiped out everything to start again: a cycle mismanaged?

Even though I made a bold claim that “Old Age” doesn’t have to be, it still “is” today for us peasants surely. How does one survive with a decaying and mismanaged mind, body in Eternity?

If you’re stuck on the “individual” paradigm, there is no answer. You get consumed either with eschatological despair or numb yourself.

But if you look at your “personal story” and see all its traces and tendencies, tendencies of which have no clear personal experience linked… maybe then you’ll see you’re far more than an individual, a placeholder for your entire ancestral tree. Everything and their experiences and yours too get encoded into that blood, energy, DNA, and carries through you. Why do you think rich people are so concerned about their trees?

We live in a super-imposed reality, confirmed by the double-slit experiment. Many states are possible and coexist, until one is perceived and codified — in the same vein, you are a part of an abstract band of people with a unique fingerprint and, as the eschatological myths suggest, if one could make it to the end of times, perhaps something interesting will happen then. Perhaps even now, far away in the nobles’ quarters. For even if all of your ancestors are now “gone”, they “persist” through you and, seeing as you carry their fingerprint, theoretically could be “revived” once more should such an eschatological event occur: that is, if your DNA is “noiseless” enough to retain a link to your tenth-great grandfather, supposedly.

Your ancestors walk right beside you. “Everything happens at once.”

People used to have children because it was a byproduct of sex or at least a valuable economic asset. Now both are solved and thus people forget the reason they’re here: to make it to the end, for their ancestors and themselves. If you want to make a bet and still think that, with death, you can still return to the “Origin” you’re welcome to; you can wholeheartedly cling onto the idea that we’re just dreaming all of this up and whether you lose or win so the next game will begin.

But while you’re here it’s probably within your interest to get good at The Game, because every other avenue of play causes you to “spiral” more than anything. Nature operates on families, and Nature destroys and lifts those who understand her; she is the one that determines whether we do, in fact, Survive through this Eternity, or even thrive in it. For Nature rewards those that heed her teachings: she improves them, strengthens them, informs them what will happen.

Play The Game enough and you may unlock more hidden knowledge to make our passing toward the “end times” more lax, enjoyable even. The knowledge to return. Those that play the game are those who are most happy, usually. The misery of today is because most people are fundamentally at a Dead End, disconnected from Nature and any path forward, no longer understanding The Game and that it even exists.

Again, you could hope for some sort of “shortcut” when you die and then pass all of this off as worthless use of time for immortal beings being shoved in fleshy bodies, but trying to “eject” from The Game causes severe amounts of misery, seeing as you have to live in a “world without meaning” beyond the gambit that you could get to heaven after it’s all over.

This is The Game, this is what our shared cycle & reality seems to be about, and you can either play it or decide you can somehow rise above it, even though no one ever succeeded their whole life chasing all the “mini-games” and distractions until they’re on oxygen, ignoring the gnawing insides.

Everyone wants a purpose for their life. Sometimes they can fool themselves in the Immediacy and think all the things worked on add up to something. So the CEOs hope for a slice of history.

But you have been, however unconsciously, molded and streamlined to play this Game, fulfill your slice of purpose. This is why all the joy in the world derives from children. This is why all of the rituals and festivals keep villages warm and certain. This Game, however unconsciously driven until up to you, determines whether you will laugh or despair.

One can take the path of the monk and wholly retreat from The Game. If you play The Game enough you may inevitably reach the same state as the lucky monk though: eternal peace and bliss, knowledge and understanding.

This is why “all is one” slogan can be compatible with The Game: though it may be all emanated from the singular consciousness, we’re still stuck playing material unless you eject from it or try to “rise” toward the central mind in your singular placeheld lifespan. But don’t you see that what you consider your “lifespan” isn’t from birth, but from the origin of everything in your tree? Blood memory.

There can be comfort in the idea we’re all sharing the same consciousness, but yet underneath The Game and Nature’s rule it doesn’t seem to matter. We’re stuck on this material plane, and that’s how the material plane functions.

This is what I mean by The Game: wholly restricting yourself beneath metaphysics so this is how the world seems to function and why history runs as it does: that dynasties aren’t mere preferences of conferring power, but an intuitive understanding this is how they’ll “survive” and “revive” within the end of times. Through their kin.

To no longer play The Game may work out metaphysically… but who’s to say how long one has to wait until united back to the “Origin” or “Original Mind” of this world when you willingly exit the Cycle and Process? Additionally, what was the point of all the labor and effort for the thousands of “years” your ancestors did, leading up to this current iteration?

Questions you’ll have to think about, but it’s not like I’m saying it’s permanent damnation necessarily, but who am I to say? Still, seeing the idea of some immortal being, it’s called “The Game” because of metaphysics after all.

Nevertheless, it may be best to accept your lot: one is condemned to play The Game.

Or condemned to be miserable the entire time trying to ignore it.

Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.

Matthew 13:30