Nutshell version: it’s the sacred, transcendent, make-believe, reality-building playtime; however, as expansive and possibility-ridden as this might sound, it still has boundaries.
In any form of play, roles have to be known and boundaries set… otherwise one might end up with a NASCAR race right through the middle of a football game. Knowing who we are, what we want to do, AND what supporting characters we want to do it with is crucial to our being the most-excellent “player” (read as *aware human being*) during playtime (read as *the one lifetime we’re given*).
Even though this all sounds very joyful, as aware adults, we have to remain mindful that not everyone plays nice, or is nice to play with. Part of finding the right “scene” in the play is found in the sharing of the scene with the right people.
Not everyone is good for us.
So, to that end, we cull the herd. We trim the “friends” list. We make room for our own liberation.
Sometimes; however, we feel that we’re meant for greater things, and maybe part of our “right scene” is the liberation and salvation of others… those who we’d otherwise cull from our scene. Believing we can “save” people, or that there is a special part for everyone to play - at all times, in every moment, in every way - is our ego telling us that we’d be “better people” if we save others. It’s what I’m gonna call messianic self-aggrandizement.
Unless we want to become martyrs (which is a completely different ego-neurosis), we must first save ourselves. Remember, get the oxygen mask on ourselves BEFORE helping those around us. Finding the right scene and right co-players IS saving ourselves. The right people around us can be that salvation.
We choose to put ourselves in certain “scenes” in life. Who are the other characters on stage with us at any given moment? How do they affect us? Why?
(See y’all tomorrow)