From where and whence came The Game Of Now?
some potential clues for the origins of extra-terrestrial idea insemination
At the age of five, I was in the playground at the school I chose to attend in the west of Glasgow, Scotland. It was an all-boys school and fee-paying. I say I chose to attend it because my parents wanted me to go to a private, fee-paying school, believing this would provide me with a better education, and so gave me three options. In the first school I argued with the woman who said an image on the wall mural was of a cow and I saw a horse. It was also quite dark in the room. “No” to that one. In the second school, I have no memory of it. In the third, I remember being in a well-lit room and being asked to draw a snowman. Once that task was complete, I was moved to a luxuriously-outfitted office, that of the Headmaster of the Senior School, and played Kim’s game. Snowmen and games and light. That will do for me.
A few months in, and me, the five year old, finds himself surrounded by three to four hundred other boys every break time and lunch time. And, for whatever reason, groups of them liked to gang up on me and push me into corners and taunt me. This led me to invariably start crying, then going berserk and trying to attack them. One boy started to say, “Oh, here he goes…he’s going to have a spazzy-attack…” This led to taunts of “Spazzy, spazzy, spazzy, Quasi.” And this led to the nickname that stuck so strongly, that some people still call me this, on rare returns to Glasgow, 45 years later.
Most people who heard this nickname over the years envisioned the character from Victor Hugo’s epic, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. “But you are not ugly, nor deformed…so why Quasi?” they would ask. I tell the story and they understand.
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When you are bullied most days for eleven years, it changes you. The form changed from those initial group attacks to individual attacks from the bullying minority from our year. But it was not only physical attacks that I experienced. It was also emotional, perhaps psychological. What intrigues me most, now, is not only why I did not fight back over the years, but also what skills and capacities it developed in me.
Why I did not fight back? Fear of killing someone. Game over.
What skills and capacities did it develop in me? A hyper-vigilant sensitivity, extended spatial awareness, facing and transforming and living with fear, and early, consistent exposure to the imaginal and non-physical worlds.
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Intense fear, shocks, and panic attacks…one pops out the body. ‘You’ go somewhere else. That ‘you’ meets non-physical entities or information. ‘You’ return to the body, somehow different, reconfigured. This is called an idea. I cannot prove it, but it still resonates.
In my 16 years, off and on, of 121 training with my mentor, he said his role was to make me feel permanently uncomfortable. This, he said, would challenge me to become comfortable with discomfort, a capacity I would need for the non-physical worlds.
When you are in a plane, 30,000 feet up in the air, you only have several hundred other people thinking and embodying themselves. I imagine it is easier to access other kinds of information or ideas up there, without the overload on the ground, when one is surrounded by millions of human and non-human beings. One might even get inseminated, impregnated, ‘chosen?’ for a new idea.
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January 26, 2006, a plane from Scotland to Sweden. I am in an aisle seat, the ‘C’ seat, to the left of the plane, and not far from the front. At some point, above the North Sea, something happens. My body relaxed and at ease, and in a doze…shaken, energised, and images flash before my eyes…fast…thrilling… A peak experience? A download? An internal fusion of elements? Take your pick. For me, something happened and that is that.
But what was this experience, and why, for two days, did I move through the world in a very different state. It was expanded, altered, energised, inspiring.
(AND PLEASE, PLEASE, DEAR READER, I invite you NOT to story my experience and project onto it. Rather…what do you feel now…in your body…what image comes, to take into your current game…what move…)
Then, in the morning of the 28th January, 2006, after asking ‘What is this experience?” again and again…I woke up out of a dream with the words, ‘The Game Of Now?’
Alignment in the body.
Release.
A very strong feeling of “Yes.”
And I’ve been wondering what it is and could be…in every now that it presents itself…since then…
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Thank you for your time and attention,
Graham