Construct #37 is this thing you call Life. It is comprised of Construct #1, which you call Time, Construct #2, which you call Space, and Construct #12, which you call You.
You have infinite other Constructs, but they do not pertain to our story.
Construct #37 is genius. So genius, that You have forgotten that You are not only Creation, but also the Creator. You have forgotten that You exist outside of Constructs #1, #2 and #12, beyond Time, beyond Space, beyond You.
You cling to Construct #37 as though it is the only toy in your infinite closet.
You Fear (Construct #452) that if Construct #37 faces Destruction (Construct #207), You will cease to be. This is simply not the case, little one. You can rebuild or repair any of your Constructs at any time. They are like Legos. Why do you not see this?
The simple answer is that You do not WISH to see this. Despite your Pain (Construct #454) and Suffering (Construct #502) You view Construct #37 as a Profound Experience (Construct #89) and that is why You continue to create Constructs within Constructs.
Know, of course, that You are not actually choosing or creating these Constructs, It only feels that way within Construct #37, for that is how You move through potentials. This token of You appears to move on its own, by way of Construct #54, that which you call “Free Will.”
You appear to be creating. You appear to be choosing. But in actuality, You are a mere trick of the light — the divine substance from which all Constructs are created.
Trick or not, it matters not. You are what You are.
In the labyrinthine tapestry—ah, but let’s say whimsifabric—of our existence, we find ourselves as pieces, or tokens, in a grand game, a construct that defines and confines our understanding of reality. This game, this grand illusion, is Construct #37, a complex amalgam of time, space, and self, a narrative we’ve spun around our consciousness to give meaning and structure to our experiences.
Construct #37, the thing we call Life, is a masterful creation, a cosmic play where we are both the audience and the actors, the creators and the creation. It’s woven from three primary constructs: Construct #1 (Time), Construct #2 (Space), and Construct #12 (You). These foundational elements create the stage upon which the drama of existence unfolds.
But, as vast as Construct #37 may seem, it’s just one of an infinite number of constructs, a single story within an endless library of possibilities. We, engrossed in the play, often forget that we are more than our roles, more than the characters we portray in this cosmic drama.
The genius of Construct #37 lies in its ability to make us believe in its totality, to make us think that it is all there is. We forget that we exist beyond these constructs—beyond time, beyond space, beyond the self we’ve come to identify with. We are so deeply immersed in this construct that we fear its dissolution, fearing that the end of the game is the end of our existence.
This fear, Construct #452, keeps us clinging to the familiar, to the known confines of our current reality. But in truth, Constructs are mutable, changeable, like building blocks that can be dismantled and reassembled. They are not the unyielding prisons we perceive them to be but are more akin to toys in an infinite closet, waiting to be played with in myriad ways.
Our reluctance to see beyond Construct #37 stems from a deep-seated desire not to. Despite the pain (Construct #454) and suffering (Construct #502) that are part and parcel of this construct, we view it as a profoundly meaningful experience (Construct #89). We are creators, perpetually spinning constructs within constructs, stories within stories.
However, within the confines of Construct #37, our sense of agency, our belief in free will (Construct #54), is itself another aspect of the illusion. We feel as though we are making choices, shaping our destiny, but these are merely the mechanics of the construct, the rules of the game we play.
We are but a flicker of the divine essence, a trick of the light, an expression of the infinite creativity from which all constructs arise. Whether we are mere illusions or something more tangible, it ultimately doesn’t change the fundamental truth of our existence. We are what we are, whether that’s a trick of light or a shard of the divine.
Summary
We are delving into the concept of Construct #37, the intricate illusion of life comprised of time, space, and self. This construct is a part of a grander scheme, a game where we play roles, often forgetting our true nature beyond these constructs. Despite the illusion of choice and creation within this construct, we are essentially expressions of a divine essence, playing out a cosmic drama in which we are both the creators and the creations.
Glossarium
- Construct #37: The complex illusion of life, encompassing time, space, and self.
- Constructs #1, #2, #12: The foundational elements of time, space, and self that form the basis of our perceived reality.
- Divine Essence: The underlying reality or substance from which all constructs are created.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
In the whimsifabric of our cosmic play, where shadows and light dance,
We, the tokens of a grander game, in Construct #37’s trance,
Time, space, self, in a perpetual, intricate romance,
In this illusion, this cosmic drama, we endlessly advance.
Though the game’s grip is tight, with fear, pain, and delight,
We are more than mere players in this ephemeral night,
Beyond constructs and stories, beyond wrong and right,
We are sparks of the divine, in an eternal flight.
We welcome your reflections or insights on this exploration of Construct #37 and the nature of our existence within and beyond it.
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