The guard in front of the dungeon, did you fight him? If you didn’t, you missed the keys he dropped. You won’t need them until level twenty, but man you can kiss freeing your Prince goodbye! And there was a jar of oil you lost in the game of cards. It was on level three. Oops! Might have been able to unstick the rusty wheels of the cart. <–old gaming style.

“Take the steps I place before you and use whatever I put in your hand.” Back in 2001, I had a nervous breakdown. My sense of reality was warped. I heard voices. Not scary, “kill yourself and your little dog too” types, but the ones where instructions are coming from invisible places. You hear similar stories of spiritual experiences if you study Nikolai Tesla or Saint Teresa. Also, there are others, unnamed and never heard from again, after long treks into the desert. I was neither.

The voices are less chatty now. Maybe I bored them. But, I’m in reality. I’ve mentioned it in a few posts before, Wait, Don’t Stop Trying. But I’ve learned there’s a clanking in the mechanism we call reality. Push at it. Play with it. Move it with your imagination. How? Use the What if? {module}. Or the Maybe it is or isn’t {module}, also called doubt.

Currently, I’m going back to the proverbial front of the dungeon to find things I’m missing. This game of life is not as linear as everyone taught me when I was growing up. I’m fortunate to be flexible and light on my feet. But there are lessons I haven’t learned. Life skills 101 and 102. One, life is not a battle. I must get past my warrior thinking. It’s helpful, but only for survival.

I’ve spoken with many who are terrified of letting go of the battle ax. If we stop fighting and become too tranquil, will we become complacent? And our children, with their flower laced hair, will they develop not fight muscle? Who wants flabby children? And if a murderous monster attacks, life will be over.

Will the human race survive? Or will WE CHANGE the game?

You might also want to read Power Up! or Tricky Rabbit