this imaginary life

this imaginary life, the one without knowing its nature, the one being the situations and emotions and thoughts, the only life for the billions of souls. the unemerging masses holding tight to the unconsciousness and like gravity sinking deeper and deeper into the well of despair and pressure. each life a little universe, ending in a crushing collapse, sucking all the light from around it into its darkness, becoming the dark matter the dark energy that pulls the other universes into its death throes. if everyone is in the dark, then darkness must be the light. this is the short timers way, to do unto others before they do unto you and get what you can before someone else does. the little universes, the brilliant evocations of the divine universe, each a shining reflection of the undying force of all, each fading and being snuffed out as they admit their defeat at the hands of time, alone in space, cut off from every sense of truth or light, each becoming its own unruly creation of uncontrollable emotions and self fulfilled desires, wrapping itself in more and more density until the darkness rules. there is the other way, the way of the light, to become the conduit of the divine that we all are created from, to let go of the self made structures and follies of success and desire and let what is naturally there come through. this life the one miracle that all share, to be alive, and for each it is the unimaginable truth that we exist, yet one step further most never dare step, to admit we were created for a divine work, to be the expression of a higher force and become that without resistance, to feel the joy of that being in us and through us and suddenly knowing it is that which we are and not a separate thing imposing itself, in truth the ego is the imposer and the impostor, as if we are the smallest and most limited creature on the earth, surviving only through our mind. this is what the ego wants us to believe for its only in our minds that it has any control. the dead end of thought of the virtual world within, the gameboy version of life. to take at second hand every experience and truth and make it into our version of what is, making it harder and harder to accept what really is happening all around us, making it hard to associate with the reality of existence, how else does the mind become distorted and people start seeing what isnt there and having memories of things that never happened. the internal thought machine is not the universe, when used as a virtual reality simulator, it becomes a burden of fears and desires for that which doesnt even exist. its like watching the television and thinking thats what is going on around you. then instead of experiencing what is going on you project what the television shows you onto the world. no wonder we appear as madmen and crazy lunatics. the universe doesnt care as long as we push the wheel of karma, as long as we create a symbolic expression of self into the world, no matter how strange and twisted it may be, the universe is good with it. its not seeking a specific outcome or has any certain guidelines for the human race to follow, it just wants the energy to flow, to create and make more creators. eventually some will start doing the work, and when that gets started it will realign the flow to transform the unconsciousness into divine awareness, but the process is first to evolve from unconscious to conscious and in that all are subject to the force of desire and eventually the seeking of peace. once peace is found then the individual can experience the universal nature of being within the finite self. only then does the real transformation begin.