Trapped Into Your Own Game?

 

         “Your own mind, which has been corrupted and neurologically damaged by years of education in fake-prop TV-studio games, will also keep you trapped in the game”

Timothy Leary, ”Start your own religion”

 

         Our mind works unconsciously, so an individual is not entirely aware of thoughts and deeds, and his sub-conscious accepts without reasoning all that he has said. If his uttered words come from education in fake-prop TV-studio games, all the concepts absorbed by this are distorted, so that the individual attempts to infiltrate the social stage-set game. A majority of people, to do that, live their own unattainable fantasies and go along deceiving themselves and, therefore, others. These beings live out of the dead posturing of robot actors on the fake-prop TV-studio stage-set, they get into their so-called real life.  

As the entity pursued the course of the mirror-like waters of a small creek -which was edged by the greenness- on a turn, a figure in a black and white stretch bodysuit with black and white striped nylon socks, leapt out of nothing.

The entity had flinched and looked at the personage up and down. His costume was so colorful, with two red pompoms in front and a red ruffled collar and cuffs.

"Who are you?" The entity asked in surprise.

"A harlequin."

"A harlequin?!" It repeated, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"You mean. What am I?"

It nodded.

The figure, almost with effeminate gestures, replied. "It is carnival. We are in Venice. And you asked me what I am doing here!"

The entity turned around and saw elements of countryside. There was no any evidence that they were in Venice. "I don't think so."

The red ruffled peplum fluttering as the figure flickered, motioning all around him. "You don't see the monumental Piazza San Marco? Don't see the crowd in jubilance? It can't be… You don't hear the colossal style?"

It was befuddled and didn't know what to utter. At last, it had said something. "Certainly not."

"Perhaps, you don't see it because you don't want it. There is no such a blind that who doesn't want to see."

"Or, perhaps, you see that we are in Venice because you desire it. Although it is not so," added the entity.

"No… It is not like that. Certainly, you cannot see anything that I have said to you because you haven't looked through my mirror." The harlequin pulled out a hand mirror and handed it over to the entity. "Look your own future in my mirror."

Having the mirror in hand, the entity saw there was no glass. Noticing it, the entity had looked into the figure's masked eyes, just to make him aware that it was impossible.

The harlequin sensed the entity's discontentment. "Your problem is that you don't want to see what you desire. What you see is just a plain reality."

After those words, the entity had carried on making its way nowhere, so it began to walk away.

The harlequin cried out. "You are not going to be much happier if you just see bare facts and don't spice up your own life with all those things for which you die, even though you don't have them neither don't they exist."

Raising the hand mirror to the height of his eyes, the figure said in excitement, "I see a bedazzling future for me. I have got everything that I hanker for. A splendorous existence. I am so happy!"

Oliver Frances, "The House of Entities" 

The harlequin's behavior and consciousness is hooked to a routine sequence, and so he becomes a dead robot. Then, his time to die and be born again has come. So, he has to: "Drop out," or detach himself form the external social drama. "Tune in," an alteration of the pattern of his mind that will be conveyed in the change of the behavior, so this will reflects a true-one vision, or "Turn on", which means to get out of his mind. 

Clearly having a dissociate experience, the harlequin will be a real consciousness, so that he will quit his own TV game, and will disengage his sub-conscious of all incorrect conceptualizations. Only then will he have the only ecstasy and meaning –a religious search.