When was the last time you played Life, Monopoly, or Risk? These are common board games that we all grew up with, and we seldom play them as adults. I played all three recently with my niece and nephew, and saw the programs they instill within us from a new light.
Of these three games, two of them are monetary based, while the third one is based on conquering nations by invasion. And I think the monetary ones cause the most upset in the house every time we play them. Inevitably, someone is going to be curled up in a ball under the table crying. But it is how we react to these games that gives us some insight into our perceptions of life.
I had not played Life in years, and only a few times as a child, so I really didn’t know what to expect when we pulled the game out last night. At the start of the game, you have to choose if you are going to college, or pursuing a career. If you choose college, you automatically incur a $100K debt at the beginning of the game, but you’ll have a higher income throughout the game. Different mandatory stops along the way force you to get married, buy a house, and later buy a bigger house. There’s no escaping it or getting around it (I do believe those were the exact words Al used when he proposed to me), thereby planting beliefs that you must do these things in real life. I even saw myself succumb to the trappings of the game when I had to choose a starter home, and took time to deliberately select a house that met my personal tastes and fit my budget. In doing this, I discarded the cheapest house, the motor home. I realized I had done so from a place of ego. I didn’t want my home to be a motor home, even in a game. This is very telling on a personal level since I currently live in a RV. But the fact that it came up in a game was astonishing to me, especially when it was all carried out on a subconscious level and I didn't realize what I had done until much later.
My nephew was beside himself and crying when his mom kept taking $100K from him every time she landed on the Lawsuit square. We explained to him that she kept taking it from him because he had the most money and can afford it. Had she taken it from one of the other players, they would have been kicked out of the game because no one else had enough money. But he was so distraught at what felt like being picked on, and losing all that money. It doesn’t matter that the money wasn’t real. There was an emotional attachment to that money. Once we got him out from under the table, and gave him lots of hugs and kisses, he spun again, and in the blink of an eye made back $300K and was all smiles, telling us how rich he is (my nephew is 8).
The game ends with you selling your home, paying off your debts, and then moving into a retirement home. You all know how I feel about that word “retire” from my last blog post. Then you count all of your money, and whoever has the most wins. So many horrible beliefs and ideas about life planted! The person with the most money upon death is not the winner in life. But we act like it’s true.
At the end, I asked my nephew what he learned from the game, and he responded “Life is hard”. We all laughed, but I hate for him to have this perception that this is what life is or must be. I tried to explain that we shouldn’t have emotional attachment to money. It comes and goes so quickly. You can always make more. I wish I could make them see that you don’t have to follow the rules society has set down. You don’t need to get married and have kids. You don’t have to buy a larger house. You don’t have to move to a retirement home. You can choose your own path, or create a new path.
Monopoly is another game that gets us all very emotional. It can take hours to get to the point where you have a true winner, so you usually call it quits at some point and count all the money to declare a winner. But we recently played to the very end twice, and this is how that usually plays out: Everyone tries to get a monopoly, and builds houses, and then hotels, so they can keep raising the rent higher and higher and collecting money. You have to do this because your neighbors are doing it, and if you land on their spaces, you cannot afford the rent unless you are collecting high rents too. So we are all charging high rents, and paying high rents. Inflation is ridiculous. One by one, players drop out as they land on a space with a hotel before someone lands on one of their spaces to help them supplement their income. Kids are crying as they are selling all their properties to try to stay in the game. Then there are only two players left. I felt like a monster telling my niece that she owes me $2,000 for landing on my Park Place with a hotel, knowing that it would wipe her out of the game. So in the end, you have someone who owns everything, but now no one can afford to buy their products. And the person with the most money in the end wins. Wins what? We’re all emotional and crying. I sure don’t feel like a winner.
Again, we’re all emotionally attached to fake money and fake possessions. And now we’ve taught the children how to price gouge.
And then there’s Risk. A game in which we teach our children that you only win if you invade another nation. While my niece and I try to expand peacefully, her father is attaching and invading our land, because the point of the game is to win. My niece is crying when her capital is taken. You do feel as if you are being attacked, and when you ask why, the answer is because you must attack to win.
Is it any surprise that my generation grew up to be consumed by corporate greed, and people who are profiting from warfare? We teach it to our children at such a young age. And don’t even get me started on the video games where the theme is kill, kill, kill.
But there is hope. Many new games I see, such as Concept, teach youth to think and see things differently, and encourage them to find new means of expression. They tend to be more educational, and don’t have winners and losers. Perhaps in this way, the programs from the old paradigms will be slowly eliminated.
Written by: Elizabeth DiPace
We often hear people speak about the power of words. Our words have a creative force within them. We see that those who always say “I am lucky”, truly are lucky. And those constantly say “I can’t because…” often are stuck and can’t create the change they want.
Words carry a frequency, and attracts to it like things of that frequency. This is the law of attraction. Thousands of words spill from our minds and mouths each day, and each one carries a frequency. It can be quite overwhelming to weigh each word at all times. This is why meditation helps to quite the mind and the frequencies it is emitting so that you can return to your true vibration.
One of the most profound experiments and visual representations of the power and frequency of our words can be read about in Masaru Emoto’s book “The Hidden Messages In Water”. In this book, he describes experiments done by exposing water to certain words as it froze. The ice crystals that formed helped us see the power of these words. In some instances the water was spoken to, and in other instances the word was written on a piece of paper and placed around the clear glass holding the water. Words such as stupid, ugly, and hate created deformed crystals, if any at all. While words such as love, beautiful, peace, and gratitude created magnificent, intricate, and perfectly formed crystals. Whether the word is thought, written, or spoken, it has a frequency.
We seldom take the time to truly examine what our words mean beyond the Webster Dictionary’s definition, and the frequency it is generating. Consider the word “Retired”. The dictionary defines this word as “having left one's job and ceased to work”. But let’s break this word down another way. Re – tired. Re, meaning to do again or repeat. Tired, meaning in need of sleep or rest, weary, bored, no longer fresh or in new condition. So quite literally, retired means “I will be tired and weary over and over again”. Is it any wonder that when people retire, their health seems to fail them and they rapidly decline and age? Perhaps, we need to change our words to “I left my former job. Now I paint, tend the garden, chase my bliss, etc.”
As you can see, our language creates many limitations for us. New words are needed as we expand our consciousness and awareness of our true nature.
I was struck with a similar epiphany recently about the word “understand”. I was having a conversation recently with Al about God, God Consciousness, and Sovereignty. In particular, I have been trying to wrap my head around the ideal of being a Sovereign soul, and how being in alignment with our I Am at Source is also in alignment with Divine will. We approached the subject from many different angles, and referenced different teachings we have picked up along the way as we tried to understand this. And then that word “Understand” lit up for me. If we break it down, “under – stand” means to stand under something or a part from something. You can not stand within your Sovereignty by trying to understand it. You cannot stand within your truth by trying to understand it. You cannot stand within your God Consciousness by trying to understand it.
We tend to step back and view these concepts from the outside looking it. We believe that if we step back far enough, we can see the full picture and comprehend how it all inter-relates. And so we read endless books on the subject, believing that knowledge is understanding; and perhaps it is just that. In my book reading and knowledge seeking, I am standing under and apart from the truth. But if we want to truly experience our God Consciousness and Sovereignty, we must stand within our power. We must BE that which we seek. We must say I AM! This can be very scary. It can feel so safe to be so small. But to say “I AM” makes you a titan in that which you are claiming. I can feel within myself the fear of those words that keeps me from claiming them and keeps me small. It is the threshold of awareness, greatness, and spiritual evolution. Will you choose to cross that threshold?
Put another way; you can watch football religiously, study all the plays, and know the strengths of each player. You can understand this sport and know the job each team mate on the field is expected to preform. But you cannot know what it truly is like until you step out on that field.
So I will practice standing in my I AM, standing in my Sovereignty.
I had to look up the word “practice” to make sure it resonated correctly here. Practice is defined as:
1. “the actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method as opposed to theories about such application or use”, or
2. “repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it”.
So yes, the word practice is quite appropriate here.
I would share this experience with you, but you cannot under-stand it. You must stand within it if you want to experience it for yourself.
With so much love in my heart for each of you…. I AM LOVE.
Written by: Elizabeth DiPace
I have a great many things I want to write about lately, but have not had the time, mental clarity, or energetic space to do so. I’ve been spending a lot of time with family while visiting Virginia. After traveling the nation full time for a year, it feels wonderful to be in one place for a while, where I know the people, and I am welcome in their homes and in their lives. I can walk right into the house without knocking. If I’m not there when the kids get home from school, they are texting me, asking where I am. It has created a sense of belonging that I have always craved in my life. But it has also been very demanding of my time and energy.
Someone recently asked me if I have found my tribe. She unwittingly asked the million dollar question. This has been a large part of my life story since I was a child. Events and circumstances in my life have taught me many valuable lessons about friendships and family, and it seems to be an on-going theme.
The first twelve years of my life were spent on Colonial Drive. I went to the same elementary school, with the same classmates, from kindergarten to sixth grade. If I wasn’t playing with my three brothers, then I was playing with the same kids on my block that I have always played with. This was my tribe. This was my home. And it marks the longest period of time that I have ever lived in one place in my 41 years on planet earth in this body.
I never went to the same school for more than a year after that. In eighth grade, I went to three different schools, in two different states. We moved from city to city, town to town, until I got out of school. I cannot remember the names of any of the friends I made during that time. Nor have I kept in contact with the friends I grew up with on Colonial Drive. The few that I have bumped into when I first returned to South Florida seemed like strangers to me. I no longer knew these people, and they didn't know me.
This experience has made it difficult for me to learn how to make friends, and keep them. I see others whose closest circle of friends are the same as it was 30 years ago. They talk to each other daily, or have Saturday dinners together with the families, or take trips together. This is so foreign to me. So there must be something wrong with me, right? Why am I not getting invited to watch the game on Sunday, or picnics and bar-b-ques?
My friends always seemed to be work buddies. Some of them I partied hard with back in my 20’s. But life goes on, and people move away. Only two remain a constant in my life; meaning we try to get together for brunch once a year, and occasionally send each other silly memes. Once I hit my 30’s, I seldom saw my work buddies outside of work. We just weren’t that type of friends. I always found it odd that you can spend 40 hours a week with someone, truly care about them and what was happening in their lives, but if one of you leaves the company, the friendship seems to cease to exist. Almost as if we don’t know how to maintain a friendship outside the office space. And I have always mourned the loss of these people in my daily life.
Now I work from home, and there are no office buddies to spend my day with. And I am left wondering how do adults make new friends? I live in an RV and travel full time, so no neighbors to befriend (not that I was ever good at making friends with the neighbors as an adult). We don’t have children, so no making friends with other parents (no common ground). We don’t attend a church, club, or any other social function. And truth be told, I am quite shy, and always worry that others will not grasp my unique weirdness. I hold back while I analyze the vibes from others, and become the chameleon trying to fit it.
But here’s the real kicker. I love my alone time. I crave it and need it in large doses. I function very well alone for long periods of time. Family and friends can seem like obligations of my time and energy, and I hate feeling obligated. But perhaps this is meant to create balance in my life so that I can accomplish that which I came here to do without the distractions. I'm very picky about who I let into my life. I do not assume that just because someone was there at the beginning, they should always be there. I do not feel guilty for not being able to maintain a friendship, because after all, a telephone works both ways. I am extremely protective of my time and space. I will not allow just anyone in. And I have zero tolerance for someone who is needy, or does not respect my time.
So, we come to the lessons learned:
I love all of you. Thank you for your role in my life!
Written by: Elizabeth DiPace
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