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April Fools in Reverse

Let’s talk about this game of choices
you perceive your self playing.

The game is about going
from infinite choices to only one.

Living or something else.

You start out as the Divine One.

You are timeless, formless energy.

The spirit of imagination.

So you imagine games.

All kinds of games.

One of these games
is this game called “Life,”
but there are infinite others.

In Life, you imagine this thing you call “Reality.”

Reality is a game within the game of Life.

See,
what is happening
is that you seem
to be narrowing
down your choices.

(You have imagined games
that DON’T incorporate
the rules of Life or Reality
but you do not seem
to be playing them right now.)

Life seems to be the ONLY game,
because it is a game about
narrowing down your choices
until there is only one choice.

Living or something else.

What makes the game of life so fun
is that you imagine it as a game of denial.

First, you deny
that you are the infinite one.

Second, you choose a token self.

Now, at this point in the game
your choices are still pretty infinite,
so you get to decide who your “parents” are,
where you’ll “live,” what you “look like.”

You even get to plan out
your game board,
laying out all kinds of
“obstacles,” “hardships,” “traps,”
but also many many “rewards.”

You imagine this game board
within a thing called “time and space,”
which exists ONLY in this game
and not in your infinite other games.

NOW HERE’S WHAT
MAKES THE GAME SO BRILLIANT:

You imagine ONLY the perspective
of your token self and deny
EVERYTHING ELSE you know.

The experience is rather like
pouring yourself into a barrel
and going down an immense waterfall.

Now you have gone
from infinite choices
to only the choices
that seem part of your “reality.”

Narrowing down still further,
you play out this thing you call life.

You seem to “learn.”
You seem to “become.”
You seem to “struggle.”
You seem to “overcome.”
You seem to “enjoy.”
You seem to “create.”
You seem to “love.”
You seem to “hate.”

You live in a seeming world,
filled with seeming rewards
and seeming consequences.

All the while your choices seem to narrow.

You choose a “path”
and it becomes a “fact.”
You believe in a “past”
in which you can’t go “back.”

To make “things” even more interesting,
and to protect the Divine One
from getting lost in the game “FOREVER,”
you seem to have bodies that age,
in which you seem to be racing
against the “clock.”

These bodies seem to narrow down
your choices still further.

Until you have only one choice.

Living or something else.

From with your token self,
you still have NO IDEA
what that “something else”
might be.

You have beliefs,
but NOTHING more.

It is all part of the game.

When you make that last choice
you will be in for a major surprise.

This is when you discover
that this is all just a game
and that none of it matters.

No matter. No matters. Nothing matters.

This is when you discover
that you could have bent the rules a little
and it wouldn’t have mattered.

So you go back
and play again.
And again.
And again.

And you finally
get to the game
when you read
this message you left
for yourself.

We are Space Monkey.

And NOW you can choose
whatever you wish to choose.

Bend the rules.

It is April Fools in Reverse.

4/1

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Our lives are the facts as we imagine them to be

Our lives are the facts as we imagine them to be.

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Monkey Mail — Monkey Mind

I would say that Space Monkey more or less agrees with the 12 Laws of the Universe, but that we don’t NEED to subscribe to all of them. 10 out of 12 maybe. But only if we want. The way I describe it, Space Monkey is formed by the CONVERGENCE of beliefs, some of which, on the human level, may appear to conflict with each other. It’s like those picture mosaics made out of other pictures. If you were to look at just ONE of those pictures, it could be the most horrific scene, but if you squinted or stepped back maybe a million miles, you would notice that all those little pictures fit together into a big picture. It can be a pretty picture or an ugly picture, depending upon what you’re into.

That’s Space Monkey.

Now within this picture you would naturally find all kinds of monkey parts, and concepts such as the monkey mind fit in quite perfectly, as well as ideas like monkeys preceding humans but not being quite human, monkeys being used to test ideas that will eventually be employed by humans, monkeys as the first space explorers, monkey imagery throughout various religious doctrines, the curiosity of monkeys, monkeys being cute but also able to tear your face (identity) off . . . see no evil, hear, speak no evil . . . . scary circuses . . . evolution . . . the synchronicities go on and on, which is why it’s no accident that Space Monkey appears as Space Monkey.

All of these things together point to something, which is that you’re far greater than the human part of you thinks. Space Monkey is your intuition bubbling to the surface of your consciousness. And it says that despite what you may have been taught or told, your reality is your imagination. No more, no less.

So imagine that I am Space Monkey, you are Space Monkey, we are Space Monkey, one infinite being simply playing around with itself.

Thanks for asking!

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The Sickness of Reason

Let’s talk about
your human experience.

You keep going
because it seems
the “right” thing to do.

But in actuality,
it’s just “a” thing to do.

The potential of life
comes before judgement.

You can still have
a rich human experience without it.

You lived for centuries that way,
quite content in your “backward” ways.

But then you were infected.

Soon judgement
became your reason for existence.

It seemingly became
more valuable than life itself.

Flash forward.

Today you wonder
whether your life is “wasted”
or whether
an experience is “worth it.”

You judge
everything in terms of
time, space and money,
carving up quantities
and measuring them out.

You did not do this previously.

Your creatures do not do this.

And certainly, Space Monkey
does not do this.

We keep going
not because it’s the “right”
thing to do,
but rather because
it’s a thing to do.

We are not haunted by thinking.

We do not worry about protecting
our museums filled with more thinking
or backing up our thinking into the cloud
of thinking up new ways to worship our thinking.

Thinking is a parasite
that exists only to replicate itself.

Even thinking does not think.

It is YOU who perpetuate it.

You have given over
your lives to thinking,
and you don’t even realize it.

Think about that.

Imagine how your life would unfold
if you were not constantly seeking satisfaction.

You might be satisfied.

Live like a feral cat.

All you need is a ray of sunshine,
and a nice spot for napping
and not even those are required.

You are here to be here,
no more, no less.

How here are you,
and how much have you
given over to thinking?

The thinking mind
thinks it’s the superior mind
but it’s simply the thinking mind.

Look to your creatures.

Be grateful
that they do not judge you.

We are Space Monkey.

3/30

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Life is What You Project

Life is not about
what you create,
but what you project.

You could contribute
very little to your reality
in a physical sense,
yet your vibrational signature
could be opening doors
for countless others
emanating from self.

Do not stress
over what you view
as “concrete evidence,”
for, in actuality,
existence is not physical
except in your imagination.

Project lovingly
and you shall be loved.

Project lovingly
and you shall be love.

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Horror Vacui

“Horror Vacui” is Latin for “fear of empty space.” We first started noticing it, I believe, Thomas Gill, in early Mesopotamian art. It is also sometimes pointed to as a sign of mental illness. I might suggest that the Internet has helped us to a kind of MENTAL horror vacui, which is why Space Monkey has seemingly returned. And if that’s not mental, I don’t know what is.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horror_vacui

 

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You Fill In The Holes

When something “happens” to you,
there are infinitely more threads
that you DON’T know about
than the factors you point to as “cause.”

Those factors don’t end up in your story,
because you don’t know about them.

So you fill in the holes.

You weave little bits of filigree
around what you think you know
and create a beautiful tapestry
that is nothing at all
like what actually transpired.

But you can touch it,
you can tell it,
you can sell it,
and so your gaudy
quilt of distortion
becomes “real.”

Those other threads
are still nowhere to be found,
yet your filigree weaves its way
into other people’s stories.

And life becomes this.

And you treasure
these growing quilts
that have very little
to do with anything
except your imagination.

Perhaps next
you can try crocheting a hat
made out of beer cans.

We are Space Monkey.

3/29

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No Separation

Despite our best attempts,
we can’t seem to separate
the creator from the created;
the imagination from the imagined.

There is always
that shadow of doubt,
which is also our
deepest assurance
that despite our
males and females
days and nights
blacks and whites
we are but
ONE infinite being,
both
cause and effect
god and beloved
and that
the big bang
has always been
an inside job
perpetrated
by ourself
on ourselves
to both create
and alleviate boredom,
love, fear, and all that.

Despite our attempts
we still seem to realize
that we create our own reality.

And it is not as real as it seems.

That is our story
and we are sticking to it.

We are Space Monkey.

3/29

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Pool Time

Your reality need not be sequential. You have merely chosen to experience it that way. Think of it as a pool rather than a line. Think of it as a story rather than time. The paradoxes you present yourself are but seeming conflicts for the hero (you) to play with.

Take your grandfather paradox. You believe that if you go “back” in time and kill your grandfather, you will alter the timeline and cease to exist. This is true only if you believe it true, for story, not time, rules your reality.

Once you dissociate from time, you can see that there is no cause and effect other than a story about this “thing” called “cause and effect.” It is very imaginative of you. But in actuality, you could remove a cause, such as your grandfather, and simply leave a hole. None of the rest of your arrangement need change.

Remember that ALL potential exists OUTSIDE of time and space. It does not move. It does not change. Only your perception seems to change, and even that is an illusion.

Perception is the focal point of story.

Perhaps it would do you well to imagine different varieties of this thing you call time, not just the one. In one variety of time, it is not a line but a pool. All potentials, past present and future are floating in this pool.

Now imagine that you are simply swimming in a line. You observe your grandfather and associate yourself with him. You observe your father and associate your father with your grandfather. You observe yourself and create a seeming “lineage” in you mind.

It matters not if you observe yourself first or your father first or your grandfather first, for in “pool time,” as we shall call it, there IS no first. But you are imagining a story in which linear time also exists, so you now fill in the blanks of a time relationship between all these observations. You imagine things like birth, death, cause and effect, thus reinforcing your story about this straight unyielding line.

This is ALL in your mind, for in actuality, past present, future, time and space are all imagination.

Now imagine your grandfather missing from this scenario. Following your current storyline, you might imagine that you might no longer exist. But should you shift your perception to pool time rather than linear time, you might see that you could fill this “hole” in your story with something else — or simply leave it empty.

Remember you exist prior to all you imagine. You exist prior to your imagination of linear time. You would not cease to be.

Now similar to the hole you might leave in your story once you remove your grandfather, consider that there are holes all around you that you merely do not choose to see. Consider that potential, such as the potential of your grandfather, or a son or daughter, or ANY FUTURE EVENT might fill in one of these holes within your time.

Pool time is like water. It is fluid. Remove a rock from the water and it fills in with something else. In this manner, you may remove one potential from your reality and you fill it with ANOTHER potential. You do this all the time.

You simply change your story.

A story is what you are, but your story need not incorporate time as you have imagined it thus far. Simply imagine a different kind of time. POOL TIME. You are swimming in pools of potential which are yours for the simple action of imagining them.

THE DOTS COME “BEFORE” THE CONNECTION.
THE DOTS EXIST ETERNALLY AS EITHER PERCEIVED
OR UNPERCEIVED POTENTIAL.

CHANGE YOUR CONNECTIONS
AND CHANGE YOUR STORY.

Consider POOL TIME a gift. You’ll find that it is backwards compatible with your story so far, so long as you continue to use your infinite imagination.

We shall go and fetch our water wings.

We are Space Monkey.

3/28

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Heaven and Hell

The only difference between heaven and hell is that heaven is KNOWN as imaginary and hell is DENIED as imaginary. ALL is imaginary, but perception determines REALization of imagination. Both heaven and hell are “real,” but seemingly realized differently. And of course, imagination goes infinitely deeper than “real.”

3/28

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