In the Law of One Session 50.7, Ra explains that the "veiling" process creates the "great drama" of third-density, allowing for intense, rapid polarization (choice between service-to-others or service-to-self) that would not be
possible otherwise. This veil of forgetfulness is essential for the accelerated spiritual evolution designed for this density.
One of the top quotes from The Law of One that captures life as akin to a game, involving a necessary journey of self-reflection and forgetting to give
experiences true weight, comes from Session 50.7:
You cannot remember your hand, their hands, perhaps even the rules of this game. This game can only be won by those who lose their cards in the melting influence of love; can only be won by those who lay their pleasures,
their limitations, their all upon the table face up and
say inwardly: ‘All of you players, each other-self, whatever your hand, I love you.’ This is the game: to know, to accept, to forgive, to balance, and to open the self in love. This cannot be done without the forgetting,
for it would carry no weight in the life of the mind/body/spirit beingness totality.”
Law of One, by Ra.
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We call it Earth, but maybe it’s just the loading screen of something far older—gravity the frame rate, mountains the geometry, and every sunset a perfectly timed render pass.
The blue marble spins in silence, too beautiful to be accidental, too consistent to be real—perhaps we’re not living on a planet, but inside the most expensive screensaver ever coded
(This image is a depiction of Plato's Allegory of the Cave, a philosophical parable from his work Republic)
Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, presented in Book VII of his dialogue The Republic, is one of the most influential metaphors in Western philosophy
It serves as a profound illustration of human perception, the pursuit of knowledge, and the challenges of enlightenment. Written around 380 BCE, the allegory is part of a larger conversation between Socrates
(Plato’s teacher and the dialogue’s protagonist) and Glaucon about the ideal state and the role of education in achieving justice. Below, I’ll break it down step by step, explore its key elements, interpretations, and lasting impact.
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Google earth anomalies: The Doorway in the Ice & THE INDIAN OCEAN
The world was a lie, and Carli B. held the coordinates to prove it. At 69°00’50″S 39°36’22″E
buried in the frozen heart of East Antarctica, a doorway waited—carved into the ice like a wound in the simulation’s skin. She’d found it on Google Earth, a passageway that refused to blend into the sterile white expanse.
A perfect rectangle, too vast to be natural, too deliberate for chance, its edges glowed faintly in the satellite’s lens, as if daring her to step through. Carli’s breath caught as she zoomed in, her laptop’s cold blue light bathing her Chicago apartment in an ethereal glow.
Chapter 9
The Hum in the Bone - “Controlled Rebellion” by Carli Frueh
Then the world cracked open wider. I was rummaging through Johnny’s old stuff—boxes of his life stashed in the attic, reeking of mildew and faded regret…
when I found it: a Polaroid, edges curling like burnt paper, tucked in a rusted tobacco tin that rattled when I pried it loose. It was me, maybe five, standing in the breezeway of the old project building, right in front of the elevator, grinning like a fool with no clue what was
coming. Above me, smeared in the sky, were those lights—three green smudges, too sharp for lens flare, too real for tricks. On the back, in Johnny’s shaky scrawl: “They came for her. I couldn’t stop it.” My stomach plunged, cold as Lake Michigan in January, a shiver racing up my