The Games That Non-People Play

Taurus Full Moon Deep Dive

“They are not from outer space. There is no need for them to be. They have always been here.” ― John Keel, The Mothman Prophecies

This Taurus Full Moon Deep Dive has been a hard one to write.

The first challenge has been a lingering physical condition, which some (including me) would consider a classic “shamanic illness”. This debilitating pain, radiating from my neck and shoulder all the way down my left arm, hand, and even down my left hip, leg and foot, has flared up each time the high strangeness got, well, high and strange. And, despite having a pretty high pain tolerance and an even higher (if not obsessive) productivity drive, it regularly interfered with the simple, physical task of typing.

The second challenge has been the psychic impact of the high strangeness itself. Yes, there have been plenty of tangible aspects giving structure to this recent phenomenon, which I endeavor to outline (at least in part) in the post below. But, beyond these bits and bobs of physical “evidence”, the spiritual experience itself has been so overwhelming that it often evades articulation.

The best way to describe it? It goes to a place in my brain where language, time, and definition seem inaccessible.

Just when I think I’m exiting the foggy substance of the phenomenon and can start to put proverbial pen to paper, I get hit with another wave of dense spiritual visions, downloads, and experiences. It’s a bit like swimming in the ocean as a child, getting knocked over by the waves just as you stand up to steady yourself from the last one.

The third challenge in producing this post has been the sudden appearance of mission critical, time-sensitive issues just as I sit down to write about it. Case in point: three minutes into writing this intro that you’re currently reading, I heard one of our chickens making a huge amount of noise.

As I placed my laptop down to go outside and investigate why Arya, one of our grey chickens, was causing such a ruckus, I saw the biggest hawk I’ve ever seen standing over my favorite, noisy little chicken nugget, trying to carry her away to be dinner.

Obviously, animal chaos (and lots of little grey feathers) exploded: I chased the hawk away, grabbed up the injured baby, popped her in the coup and then spent the next 30 minutes chasing the rest of the very fast chickens in an effort to grab them up and get them to safety.

And trust me when I tell you: catching chickens is absolutely a two-person job.

So, long story very short: the process of trying to get this Taurus Full Moon Deep Dive out into the world has been frustrating, disorienting and exhausting.

At this point, I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that Sisyphus himself would be impressed with my daily, fruitless efforts.

Now, if one was being paranoid, they might start to query whether or not these challenges were the result of some intelligent design… as though some nameless, faceless, unseen force did not want me spilling the beans on what was unfolding in our “reality”.

The irony? I don’t even know what all of this means, so I’m not entirely sure I’m even capable of spilling any beans of any value at all.

That said, I’m going to make a real effort to land the plane and share out what I have been able to distill to date with regard to all of this high strangeness, which I’m currently referring to as, “the games that non-people play.” This phrase comes from the author John Keel, who famously coined the terminology in his book, The Mothman Prophecies.

And I believe that this particular iteration of the “game”, as it were, is currently in progress— and whether we know it or not, we are all players in it.

Hell, even reading this post is likely to stimulate the phenomenon in your own life. Touching this topic, however peripherally, seems to serve as a kind of initiation into deeper (and perhaps more perilous) mysteries. So, if you’re going to read this post, please proceed intentionally and with discernment.

And when I tell you that the non-humans with whom we play this game do not share our very human characteristics or motives or attributes, please take that insight literally and seriously. Anthropomorphizing the non-humans with whom we play this game is a serious miscalculation.

Now, I don’t really know the full nature of this game. I don’t know much about the non-humans that play it. I don’t know what “winning” or “losing” would even look like.

But I do know that, as with most games in the Woo, this one starts with a trickster.

In this particular case, the game starts with a trickster with a very sophisticated sense of humor— and a detailed knowledge of classic American cartoons.