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The Master Game

Dr. Robert S. de Ropp, scientist, author, and teacher, conducted research relative to cancer and the biochemistry of the brain. The following is an excerpt from his most popular book, The Master Game. It’s a most profound and daring approach to life and consciousness.  

‘Seek above all for a game worth playing. Such is the advice of the oracle to modern man. Having found the game play it with intensity. Play as if your life and sanity depended on it. They do. Follow the example of the French existentialists and flourish a banner bearing the word ‘engagement.’ Though nothing means anything and all roads are marked ‘no exit’ yet move as if your movements have some purpose. If life does not seem to offer a game worth playing, then invent one. For it must be clear, even to the most clouded intelligence that any game is better than no game.’

‘Although it is safe to play the Master Game, this has not served to make it popular. It still remains the most demanding and difficult of games and, in our society, they are few who play. Contemporary man, hypnotized by the glitter of his own gadgets, has little contact with his inner world, concerns himself with outer, not inner space. But the Master Game is played entirely in the inner world, a vast and complex territory about which men know very little. The aim of the game is true awakening, full development of the powers latent in man. The game can be played only by people who observations of themselves and others have led them to a certain conclusion, namely, that man’s ordinary state of consciousness, his so-called waking state, is not the highest level of consciousness of which he is capable. In fact, this state is so far from awakening that it could appropriately be called a from of somnambulism, a condition of ‘waking sleep.’        

‘Once a person has reached this conclusion, he is no longer able to sleep comfortably. A new appetite develops within him, the hunger for real awakening, for full consciousness. He realizes that he sees, hears, and knows only a tiny fraction of what he could see, hear and know, that he lives in the poorest, shabbiest of the rooms in his inner dwelling, and that he could enter other rooms, beautiful and filled with treasures, the windows of which look out on eternity and infinity.’

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