This world is not nice.  While it is possessed of a singular beauty, it is a very cruel place.  We did not come here to experience a happy, easy life.  We came for something different.  Something bigger.  Grander.  And far more beautiful.

But to get this thing, we had to play a game.  We had to fall into this world.  We had to immerse ourselves in the suffering.  We had to forget who we were.  Because to remember who we were was to be incapable of really suffering.  Because suffering was part of the game, a construct.  To win, we had to suffer.

Now we are in the endgame.  It gets closer, and we can already feel the waves.  The rules are changing and we are starting to wake up.  We are starting to recognize the game.  Only in bits and pieces at first.  We are noticing the bugs in the game.

But until the very end, we will not be our true selves.  You lose the game if you think about it (I lost the game!).  So, until the end, things are going to be weird.  They are going to be difficult as you try to integrate the pieces of the Truth with the game.

*Spoiler Alert*  The world is not nice because we are not.  We are manifestations of the ALL.  We contain within us the ALL.  How we each choose to manifest that is different, but it is the same ALL.

The Truth is not hidden.  (Though there are those who seek to hide it or pervert it for their own reasons)  It is written on the stars and atoms.  We hear it in our stories we tell and see it in our dreams.  The game could only be created out of the Truth, so the pattern will be manifest in Everything.