April 24, 2018
The fallacy is that there is a battle between darkness and light, and that it is very important for light to win. Out of the ultimate stillness of bliss, God breathes the universe out into manifest form, and forgets himself in play. He creates a drama of looking for himself lost in the universe.
The counterplay of light and dark is an essential part of this drama. There must be enough perceived opposition to create the tension that keeps the play alive. There must not be a victory of one or the other, that would bring the production to a close. So dark seems to have the upper hand, threatening destruction, and light seems to have to struggle valiantly to overcome the destruction. This is a wonderful drama, and it is God playing. What is essential is for neither side to go too far.
Finally God will remember himself and breathe the universe back in, and all will be at rest until God breathes creation out again. And this wonderful drama will go on time out of imagining.
So, here I am, within and integral to this divine drama. What is my role? My tendency is to think that I must be I, and that it all must be seriously important. My tendency is to invest myself in the outcome.
But truly, where is my importance? Where is that which I call Myself? What is there for me to do of such great seriousness? I could strive and strive for some imagined end, some Good, for achieving heaven or whatever I might call whatever i imagine the destination to be. I could invest the game with utmost high purpose, I could create stakes in an outcome of cataclysmic proportions. I could think that saving the Earth from darkness is of great importance. I could think that ensuring my ongoing in bliss is of great importance. This, and the many variations of this theme that I might invent, is my way, unknown to me, of playing out the drama of God searching for himself in hide-and-seek.
I don’t recognize this for the most part. I think that the game is the reality. This is the fundamental illusion, The nature of the game is that reality is hidden and must be discovered, or rather re-discovered. If I were to recognize this I might be free to play the drama with exuberant joy, with enthusiasm, unreserved. Instead of deadly serious, it could be ultimate fun, the playing in itself could be bliss, here and now.
But its not important.