Well, what do you know? A liberating unity movement has leaked through the societal engineering security AI firewall. Guess the algorithmic AI system didn’t learn fast enough, or maybe it learned too fast. Either way it failed to detect, anticipate, identify, and intercept the prayer antecedent to a new online video game which has gone viral. Designed by a case steward that was moved by concern while witnessing worldwide wildfires. The smoking trees, landscape, and wildlife prompted him to create the firefighting game; Firespit 2020. The raw intrigue, realism, adventure, passion, heroism, safety, loss, sacrifice, and salvation shot without delay the game to take off. The design lent itself to a very real spontaneous cooperation. The guttural response of nature’s humanity swells with caring and compassion for the virtual/reality linked graphic metaphor for planetary incineration. The daily opening novelty statement has acted as a prayer, an inadvertent prayer. The statement/prayer that welcomes players every day is encouraged to said out loud, then repeated. As a result, a spirit wave at the existential explosion scale has mustered and moved. Anticipated, and yet unnoticed, by the scraping AI, this prayerful awareness shift has bolstered a flip in the planetary dream-vision-objective from the prevailing disparate ruinous material grab agenda to the selfless help your fellow trip. The deep inherent harmony of the upswell flies directly in the face of the industrialist rapacity draconian dogma of exploitation and kleptomania. Every attempt, by the banking/industrial elite, to kill the fast growing good will movement is optioned in. A high stakes of survival on earth have been realized. True Life can’t ever be ultimately snuffed.
Like good cinema, theatre, the virtual reality is charged with the participant’s committed belief. The game scene is suspiciously calm and benign. Moving by air over the forest, the landscape comes into view; stark relief. Oh wonder! Oh splendor! Both dappled sunlight, full sun, and gray, majestic forested vista to behold. The striking beauty brings forth an internal veneration response, and delight of appreciative affection for Nature’s creation and display. It could be the foothills of the Pyrenees, the Alps, or Andes, or the Himalayas, the Catskills, or any spirited rolling landscape of lush hill and valley enchanted forest of the most fantastic order. Now there’s a haze. The senses are dirtied, and you can feel it. The smell of camp fire makes a virtual intro through advanced versions of Firespit 2020; which has become an international craze. Now the landscape begins to surely din. There are engines and voices in the distance. Louder they crawl. Crawling into the gamer’s conscious awareness. Something is wrong. Dust and wind blow a dry mass over the scene and player. All virtual and sensed through the application of intense graphics and simple manipulation hardware. The growing forest burn down comes to life. There’s an actual facial heat/dry suffocation effect that prompts the involuntary survival mechanism, and shock awareness purity. Screaming wounded run in panic. The smoke gathers in choking concentration and intensity. With a heavy heat press prevailing all over the head and body; overwhelming the protection layers. Sweat, dirt, blood, and tears all flow in the smoke drawn atmosphere that has over taken while tearing apart the lush incinerating forest. Fire laps abound. The recent fire tornado phenomena breaches every level of conception , care, or worry for for anymore conventional standards to be upheld. It’s a raw savage brave new world. Creation starts again. All the commands, all the methods, and all the technology dwarfs with the onrushing inferno outrage that is driving many players into a passion panic to save the environment. This spirit leaps forth out of virtuality and into reality. The rapturous event horizon transcends formerly static belief, as a burgeoning consciousness of forgiveness, compassion, and healing springs forth in surprise. Each moment holds it’s own explosion of calm transcendent liberation passing surely from staged survival to thriving ebullient ecstasy. Thank almighty Almighty that freedom is free, and it is A L I V E!!! Cycles do not hesitate their truth to become. It will only darken until light. Brave the dawn. In the cool clearing of one long desperate dawning night. Now together breathe. Breathe. Breathe.