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

 

——-

 

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.