Yes, life is a game,
but that does not mean it is
any less profound.
The earthquake has happened. The gluons no longer glue. Something vast has come undone. The ancient prophecy is released from the newly discovered time crystals… first the earthquake, then the throwing down of mountains, then the breaking up of rocks.
I’ve heard tales of those who recently died returning to the scene, trying to communicate with those they’ve left behind, believing that the ‘event’ had not happened. It has.
There is no going back. The steering wheel refuses to turn and as we hurtle forward we find someone has stolen our rear-view mirrors.
Reality feels lop-sided. Only gradually do we realize we are driving on the side of a mountain and the mountain is being thrown down. But we faintly remember we have experienced this before. Our energy field is built to withstand so much more than we could have imagined.
As I wake in the morning I experience a most remarkable quality – shape-shifting. The borders of my identity are softened. Mt personality reassembles from one series of potentials to another. In this precious and precoscious state I can perceive my vibratory nature much more easily. My awareness is more childlike and playful, for no reason at all. I hover between worlds, not magnetized to anything but my own desire, if even that.
At this point, using the ladder of my breath, a heightening and empowering of my in intent becomes much more easily reachable. Form and formlessness can be gathered and fused into new versions and visions of beingness as Spirit draws close, asking, “How may I assist you?”
“I want to break the spell of Time”, I say.
“Are you ready for the game to change?” She answers. “The new one has no losers, no winners.”
I close my eyes and open my breath and let the approaching vastness have Its way. In the silence I hear the words, “your move”.