[1/many] Here's my cosmological view of The Infinite Game as of today, based on my own observations. It's the same as any other story -- wrong.
The Void. Emptiness. Ultimate Potential. Absolute Reality. The Source. Parabrahman. Shiva/Shakti/Vishnu. Waheguru. Allah. God.
The Void. Emptiness. Ultimate Potential. Absolute Reality. The Source. Parabrahman. Shiva/Shakti/Vishnu. Waheguru. Allah. God.
Somehow, like a balloon within the Source arises I AM. Pure Consciousness. Awareness. Brahman. Holy Spirit. Atman. Self. Soul. Love. Divine Mother.
I AMness has so much love, but nothing else to love, so it invents a game, blowing up new balloons inside itself. These are Maya.
I AMness has so much love, but nothing else to love, so it invents a game, blowing up new balloons inside itself. These are Maya.
The game is simply this: get lost in Maya and find your way home.
Create an impermanent world eminently fantastical and engrossing, and then attach yourself into it, such that it might take you trillions of years to find your way back and realize who you really are.
Create an impermanent world eminently fantastical and engrossing, and then attach yourself into it, such that it might take you trillions of years to find your way back and realize who you really are.
There is one catch. To ensure that you eventually come home, you build an imperfection into the perfection. That imperfection can take many forms but we call it suffering or dukkha. Longing. Missing-ness. A sense that something is not quite right.
Even when the game is played in highly refined celestial realms that humans might equate to Heaven, those god-like beings have a tiny sliver of dukkha that will eventually lead them home.
Each balloon is opaque, so you can't see the one outside from the one you're in at the moment.
There are many levels of balloons-within-balloons of formless celestial realms, and deep inside them is a balloon that we know as Physical Reality. Our Universe. Just one of many.
There are many levels of balloons-within-balloons of formless celestial realms, and deep inside them is a balloon that we know as Physical Reality. Our Universe. Just one of many.
Within that Physical Reality, Earth was born. Life emerged. Finally, you were born, and the last, deepest bubble was inflated. Your ego.
Evolutionarily, you are an extraordinarily complicated mammal, with complex social interactions, attachments, cravings, desires, aversions. But in the end, these bodies are essentially meat-based robots. Your awareness, however, is that which is inside a balloon of I AMness.
So, truly, You are I AMness, observing the world You made, but you're so deep into the game that you don't realize it. You see suffering all around, and it pains you. You feel like there is something else out there. Something missing. You go seeking for it.
You discover religion. It seems like it is pointing in the right direction. As if perhaps, a long time ago, somebody solved this problem and told others about it, but the message got corrupted along the way and is hardly intelligible today.
You discover psychedelics. Somehow, these chemicals help quiet the human brain so that the ego-balloon becomes transparent to Awareness. Perhaps many balloons of Maya become transparent and Awareness realizes that it's balloons all the way up. This is called Awakening.
But eventually the chemicals wear off and the brain becomes noisy again and the balloons lose their transparency and become opaque once more.
Suffering continues. Seeking continues.
Suffering continues. Seeking continues.
You discover meditation. You learn that your Awareness is scattered, here and there and everywhere. Uncontrolled. You learn to focus your Awareness and sharpen it down to a single point. You realize that you can push that point against the bubble from the inside, like a needle.
This both excites and terrifies you. This is different from making the bubble transparent.
What happens when you pop the bubble? This idea of a person, with all its attachments, ceases to exist. It disappears, like it never existed. Shit.
What happens when you pop the bubble? This idea of a person, with all its attachments, ceases to exist. It disappears, like it never existed. Shit.
You realize that in order to liberate yourself from this game and end suffering, you have to commit ego-suicide. You have to let go of your attachments to who you think you are, and literally will yourself to death. Your heart pounds.
You re-read the religious texts.
"He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for My sake will find it."
"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed... Nothing will be impossible for you."
"He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for My sake will find it."
"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed... Nothing will be impossible for you."
"Now death has come; what does it mean? What is it that is dying? This body dies. It will be carried stiff to the burning ground and there burnt and reduced to ashes. But with the death of this body am I dead? Is the body ‘I’?"
"It is silent and inert but I feel the full force of my personality and even the voice of the ‘I’ within me, apart from it. So I am Spirit transcending the body. The body dies but the Spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death. This means I am the deathless Spirit."
Those who pop the ego bubble are known as Enlightened Beings. They realize directly that they are One with the entire Universe. Who could harm a fly once they realize that they and the fly are One, perfectly contiguous? That what once separated them was mere illusion?
How beautiful! How marvelous! How wonderful! How amazing! How distracting. You could play God of the Universe for billions of years! What a fun game.
But this realization, too, is Maya. In fact that was just the first step. But if you thought giving up your attachments to your friends, family, and body were difficult, how much harder is it to give up your attachment to the entire Universe?
Eventually, to be truly free, You (now as the Universe) must again focus your Awareness and pop this balloon. And the next. And the next. And the next. How many balloons are there? Thousands? Trillions? Infinities?
If you let yourself dwell in each realm, you'll probably forget your purpose. You'll have to let go of attachments to each new wondrous realm as they are realized.
But, if you have powerful equanimity, you can avoid attachment to those realms as the balloons pop one by one, without getting sidetracked with seductive celestial realms and siddhis and magical powers. But you're still human, after all.
However, if you can maintain your equanimity through a balloon popping, the momentum builds and increases exponentially as each succeeding balloon is poppsed. Your needle is now white hot, blazing through balloons as quickly as they appear.
As you go along popping balloon after ballon, you get better and better at it. You learn the rules. You learn the tricks. You are a balloon-popper extraordinaire!
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
You eventually realize that this too is a game. You look ahead and see that there will be a Final balloon in this game. The I AM balloon. And what happens when you pop that balloon?
You realize that none of the balloons were ever real, including I AM. There was never anywhere to stand. You were never the balloon, you were always that which was INSIDE the balloons. The inside and the outside of a balloon are not different.
You realize it's time to go Home. The Game is up. You were never not That.
Who wants to play a new game?
Who wants to play a new game?
Ok next time I'm going to turn the needle into an internal light source that you focus into a laser.