An invitation
I come to you
As the memory of the person
I once was
As one who understands
Finally
That he has been alive
Only in the biological sense
Of the Word.
For I have lived for a long time
In the perception of a reality
And its material experience
That I now understand
To be false
For me, it took on the structure
And appearance
Of a Game.
A beautiful, meticulously designed Game which
Promised its players the opportunity to unlock
Their limitless potential.
And so I learned its rules
And applied them to every aspect of my life
I dutifully and studiously learned its rules
Accepted its sacrifices
And climbed the path toward its most lofty rewards
At any point, if you had asked me
How are you doing…
In the Game?
I would have told you
I was winning.
But in truth
On a scale of 1-10
In terms of actual success
I was only a 3
Acting like I was a 9.
And in that cycle
Of self-told fantasies
Which I created out of
A need to justify the Game
I slowly moved in a ritual drama
That only brought me
Into incrementally more competitive
And isolated stances.
Ultimately separating me from all the players
For whom I knew my Spirit had only
The most innate and unconditional Love
But against whom my victories increasingly
Could only be secured by their material and social
And spiritual deficits
And so it was
That one dark and infinite night
I woke up
In a dream
The kind of dream you have
In which you, for the first time,
Are given the sensation of what it is
To actually be awake
For it was at that moment
That I was shown the blinding
Undeniable truth
That I was not playing the Game
But the Game was playing me
In that moment, I was shown my self
Not as the independent, powerful
Self-actualizing player
I had come to believe my self to be
No
Instead I woke up to the vision of my self
As a highly functional, flawlessly programmed
Cog
In an giant unseen apparatus whose sole function was
To justify and sustain the existence of the Game
And I knew then that I had a choice
Either transcend and escape the material contract
I had made with the Game
Or perish as its servant
I chose the first option.
If you are reading this
And if you feel that even the slightest
Part of my story resonates with your experience
I want to tell you that there is a place
There is a community
There is a path
That is illuminated by the light
of our collective cosmic destiny
That can lift you out of the bondage
Of the old and tired and corrupt Game
And unlock from within you the magical truth
That to live the life that you had always dreamed
Or perhaps never allowed yourself to dream
You only need to ask.
Ask to remember that simple truth
Which you have forgotten
But which has not forgotten you.
That truth which you agreed to forget
As a condition to enter the arena
Of this existence
And the Game
Which has the solitary goal
Of making you believe that it
Is the bequeather of all power
The source of all life
And the God
Of all things
If you are done with that Game
And if you have that deep
Irrational feeling
As I did
That we have been living in
Some kind of magical lie
One that exists only for the purpose
Of pressing us to wake out of
Our collective trance
Then this is an invitation to come
And join those who are making that
Brave and sacrificial leap
Into the fabric of the external realm
Which has always been, and will always be
Long before our human family fell
Into this beautiful sleep
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We invite you
To Assemble
For one last time
Not as a parade of individual
Sacrificial trophies
Erected to the glory of the Game
But as newly born, freshly awakened
Fully embodied collective who understand
They are on this Earth for a purpose
To remember
That this is the moment your
Whole life was designed
And created for.
Hey! Thanks. It’s really nice of you to invite me, but I’ve been really busy lately, and I don’t believe I can join you. Thanks for thinking of me, and if anything changes in time for me to join you, I’ll get in touch.