The Game of Life

I’m seeing a lot of people, many considered gurus, talking about seeing the game so that we can change the game. That seems daft to me, but what do I know. If you see it’s a game, wouldn’t you have to realize that it is a game and that the game will play on regardless of the seeing, that the game is gaming?

I guess not. Maybe it depends on how clearly it is seen. Hmmm.

Perhaps seeing it is a game is but one revelation in a host of disclosures. Can the idea of a separate self with power and control to change the game survive the recognition that this is a game?

Does seeing it is a game change the desire and willingness to change the game? Most likely, since seeing it is the recognition of what the players are. But maybe not, since the game plays as it will, not along lines of human logic. 

Everywhere I look someone is up in arms about the world falling apart, filled with anxiety and angst, or perhaps optimism and hope and my heart reaches out to each one. Life showed me that it is the ultimate game, that the game is the entirety of duality. It is the anxiety and the optimism and any actions that may come of those emotions. That recognition leaves nothing to judge, only love and compassion for all players.

There is nothing wrong with gurus telling people to wake up so they can change the world. It too, is part of the game, gurus playing their part to an audience of followers playing theirs.

If there is a rulebook, there must be something in it that states, ‘No alerting fellow players to the reality that this isn’t reality, that it is a harmless fun messy painful joy filled game.’  or … ‘it is a game violation to spill the beans, but even if you do, players are not programmed to actually listen,’ or my favorite, ‘seeing there are beans to spill will result in your immediate ejection from the game.’

When I saw the game for what it is … and isn’t, my need to change the game fell apart, not instantly, not bit by bit, but chunk by chunk. I didn’t even realize it was happening. I woke up one morning and the burning desire to change the world was simply gone, along with the one who could try.

I do write about the actuality even though few actually hear what I am saying, but it’s not really me who’s writing, so I don’t have to worry about that. The game plays on whether I take it seriously or not.

Like a ball of yard toyed with by a fat cat, beliefs continue to unwind, beliefs that took up residence while I was a player. Sometimes, that feels like playing but it’s not the same. It’s totally different when you are curious about the unwinding, willing to let it be, and not anxious when it occurs … when you no longer take it seriously. 

To anyone looking — or listening — it seems like I’m still in the game, but am I? Is there really any way for you to know? It doesn’t seem to matter one way or the other. Those damn rules and regulations are pretty clear that while playing the game we cannot be certain of any other player’s reality.

That alone should make you question reality. 😉

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