0. God of the Game
I say, “You are gods. But you shall surely die like men.” (Psalm 82:6&7)
In the Beginning
Dreamstate
Set in the afterlife, past the second coming, beyond singularity, life now is a conglomerate of videogames. Join our nameless hero as he effortlessly traverses dimensions, jumping from multiverses to metaverses, pursuing a mindless selection of violent, sexual vocations. Existence here is a hedonistic pit. With unlimited choice and eternity at his disposal, life should be meaningful. But it is not. Poor fool is stuck in his human past, continuously digs up the grave of his mortal time on Earth. Unresolved desires, ex-girlfriends and aimless addictions, the makings of a flawed deity; one that pisses on everything he creates, screws everyone he makes. No rules, and purely anarchic, so meet a motley crew of divine characters ever ready to crush the fragile egg of sanity.
Dear reader, pray your faith saves, for your convictions of infinity, of heaven and hell, may never be the same after this.
I want to blow you away. Open up your mind and show you the greater side of things. Imagine if you could do anything, anything at all. Imagine the life and society that proceeds from it - what we will become, what we can do, and the consequences that abound in such an existence. Growing up in this community, imagine the toys we’d play that will form our opinions of reality.
Ahh!...I don’t want you to imagine. Don’t do that, because you are already there. This particular tale stems from the eternal root and tree, and you are present in its infinite design.
I watched Matrix the other day, you know, the part when Trinity requested for the programme to pilot a helicopter, and she automatically possesses the knowledge innately? I’ve heard of stories whereof languages are downloaded into the mind, and the person immediately understands and speaks multiple tongues, both foreign and alien.
Information exists in the rivers, rivers that flow into the great sea…oceans…waters of data. In certain ancient texts of the 20th and 21st Earth century, they described it as the information super highway, the Internet – first informative, then interactive. No doubt, it was a prehistoric tool compared to the vast endless streams which flow around and within us nowadays, but for the human species, it was the beginning of a new social trend that opened the doors, first to virtual worlds, then to alternate universes, and ultimately to all realms and dimensions, waiting to be discovered by ever growing beings encroaching into divinity.
Our only limitation is our imagination in conceiving and creating. If we are able to do so, we will bring into fruition the ideas of our soul. Reach out to the timeless tentacles and everlasting sands of inspiration to fashion and form that which we birth in our minds. And then we share our knowledge and craft, each individual dimension uniquely perceived in a collective pool of immeasurable intelligence.
I don’t want you to be bothered by logic, what’s possible or plausible to your finite mind. Don’t fathom about the journey to the divine, it will only splinter with hypocritical and fanatical religious theology. From the position you stand, you cannot see beyond your frail human infinitesimal body, like a cell in comparison to the vivid and colourful zenith of the heavens.
Instead, I want you to come to my point of view from the end of ages, where all routes, regardless actual or altered, lead to an expressive explosion of art and creation like flowers in bloom. Then you will understand that all you can imagine is true.
With an open mind, I beckon you to read this book, and experience for yourself riches un-foretold tingling in your spirit, energy sizzling from your bones and fingers, avatars and alter egos brimming in subterranean beauty.
Come…let me excite and arouse all your senses.
AI generated art prompted by author
All characters and events, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.