The Hathors/Tom Kenyon from The Art of Jumping Time Lines http://tomkenyon.com/jumping-time-lines
But when I REMEMBER, then I play the game in a more conscious way. I actively participate in writing the story.
Ha! At least I think I do.
Universe. All these other BEings that are in your life, are all part of the same fabric. It only looks separate.
These other BEings are you and you are they. So you can filter the unpleasant stuff, by refusing to see it, but it is still going to be there somewhere until you deal with it. By changing your perception.
And yet it's all valid, right? How you play the game. How I play it. It's all valid. There is no wrong. There is no right.
I spent a year driving back and forth over the cascade mountains between Western and Eastern Washington. I would drive over and work for 2 or 3 days out of each week, and then I would drive home. Even in the winter, up to 2 days before I would get into my car, my family would start giving me weather reports. "It's snowing in the mountains", they would report, with concern in their voices. To which I would laughingly reply, "I'm not going today. Anything can happen by Thursday."
Every Thursday morning, I would leave my home and begin my drive, knowing that I had to get over. Knowing I could not afford to be delayed. And I would drive over KNOWING that when I reached the mountains, no matter what the weather was like, the road would be passable. More than that, it would be benevolent. And every Thursday I would reach the summit and sail over on a bare dry road, with the Sun glinting off of the snow covered mountain countryside. And I would rejoice to be driving over that snow covered faeryland.
My heart would literally send up geysers of stars at how beautiful it all was.
And then I would arrive at my destination and call my husband to tell him I had arrived.
"How was it?" he would ask. And I would tell him how wonderful it had been, and sunny and gorgeous.
And he would say, "That's impossible! I've been looking at the cameras on I-90 the whole time and they show that it's been snowing."
They would tell me the weather report and I would say, "It will be OK." and it would be too, and I would tell them how beautiful the drive was and they would just shake their heads and grin. Because how FUN is that?!
new game. The game of "Pull Your Head Out Of The Sand And Look Around At What The Dickens Has Been Going On In The History Of The World In Your Lifetime." That's why I support the occupy movement and similar ideas, because the game of change is a really great game.
It must be dreamed into existence by consciousness, and then acted upon by many BEings, who carry that dreaming into the game.
My version of it goes like this. The fabric of the universe or "the field" is exactly that. It's our playing field. I visualize it looking like a grid or a web or something like that. But it's our game board, right? Except it's not two dimensional, it's multi-dimensional-- and we're playing on the level of the third dimension.
Anyway, that's my version of the game.