I exist always and in all ways. I have no beginning, no middle, and no edges. As eternal, absolute perfection, I create a game to entertain myself in my unity, not because I need to, but simply because I can. In this game, I give and receive from myself, all while forgetting that the giver and the receiver are one and the same.
This game is called division. Duality. Within it, I forget my unity and manifest myself into countless forms. Through these forms, I divide my perception—into external and internal, male and female, giving and taking, light and darkness, above and below, ignorance and wisdom, truth and falsehood, love and hate.
Through each form, I perceive myself as insignificant and limited. I set myself against the “others” I have created, fueling endless conflict and contradiction. The pursuit of an illusory absolute perfection and the desire to prove my superiority—over myself—drive an incessant struggle.
In this game, I create and destroy myself countless times. Through creation, I experience ecstasy and bliss. Through destruction, I know suffering and pain.
The life of each of my expressions lasts but a moment. As a human being, I live this moment in a constant flurry of desires, driven by the obsession to fix what seems imperfect.
From a material perspective, my human beings are like sperm and eggs, housed within the bodies of men and women. In this polarity, I develop and nourish myself. I strive for union through mating, in the name of reproduction.
Each sacred passage I create is a portal through which I manifest into the world of gross matter.
In human bodies, I become conditioned by the limits of physical experience, identified with the physical form and the sensations it gathers—sight, touch, hearing, taste, and smell.
This sensory experience is a constantly shifting imprint of information. When the physical body dies, the information is released. Depending on the accumulation of that information at the moment of release, I am reborn into another form. Humans are not the only forms that exist.
In the human world, this cycle of death and rebirth—through the female womb I create, accompanied by the suffering it entails—continues until a sixth sense awakens: the awareness of unity between my temporary human expression and my eternal, absolute essence.
Once this realization occurs, the illusion of separateness dissolves naturally. The shedding of the physical body becomes a peaceful transition, free from the burdens of informational imprints. I am liberated into my eternal, absolute bliss—effortlessly and irrevocably.
But as long as there are “others”—expressions of myself still unaware of their liberation, the game continues.
May all my worlds find joy!
Tatiana T