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The Meaning of Life: A Theory of Everything including Consciousness and “God” Pt. 5

Created December 30, 2022

Welcome to this week’s Bill Harvey Blog.

Chapter Two continued


The One Self basked in the pre-glow of anticipation. His imagination or possibly precognition was tantalizing with a torrent of possibilities for endless infinite fun, and maybe it would even be thought-provoking, causing him to realize and understand Himself better. Although deep down inside he knew that this was His Life – the way it had always been and always would be – that He had created Himself from nothing – that his essence was Imagination – that in fact what He was, was The Nothing’s Imagination. He remembered clearly now that He slept and dreamed sometimes and then started all over again, eventually always remembering how it was all done, how He could create and inhabit His Arcade Universe. And His created beings – “creatures” for short – could be dialed back to having only some degree of His qualities. When He dialed back some mental/emotional function far enough, the creature would at first not realize any connection with any other creature, and might in fact not remember The One Self at all – let alone know that the creature himself/herself is The One Self, playing a huge game.

Despite the fact that He was only Imagination, He had bootstrapped Himself to be able to cause more than wispy dreamlike ephemeral images, he could make Himself see extremely detailed and sustained pictures of anything he wanted to. While He waited for inspiration of the first creature that He would create from Himself, he passed the time as an artist, creating gorgeous lands and seas on lush planets, planets made only of gas with fantastic colors, stars of many kinds, and set them dancing in the skies with a whoosh later to be called The Big Bang. These of course were also made out of Him since He was the only thing in existence.


He watched the dazzling sky show with massive appreciation and then as time went on in his game, he realized something.

The toys pass right through one another. This is not like the red and blue starfish, who felt the hug from each other. I want that hug option. “Hug option?” That’s not a very lofty name for such a Big Idea. What shall I call it? I know! I’ll call it “Matter” when you can hug it, and “Energy” when it passes right through you.

The swirling performance of celestial bodies continued but now they had interactions that could change their course, break off some pieces, but because they were spread so wide across infinity, most of the time there were no interactions. That gave him an idea. He called it “Gravity”. Now the galaxies pulled each other – a mutual attraction like His starfish had. That gave Him another idea, and he projected his Self out and into everything on his moving canvas. Now He was looking at them from the inside of each one at the same time as seeing them all from the outside.

He sensed something strange going on in one galaxy and focused on the part of Himself that was the Self of that galaxy. What was this strange feeling? He remembered from long ago: this was grief, loss, sadness, depression, agony. Oh my! He said to Himself. He had been thoughtless of the feelings of this galaxy which had lost one of its glorious spiral arms in a near-miss with a neutron star. That was going to happen if He kept this Matter thing. He decided to keep it anyway. He would make it up to the creatures that suffered by loving them all the more ever after. That way He could be free to have a great game without having to hold back.


The One Self decided on the first creature. It would be a perfect duplicate of Himself in all ways except it would only have access into the minds of others when the creature willed it. It would be able to create things and to change things that The One Self had created. But it would have no power over The One Self and could be turned off at any time. It would not automatically see out through the eyes of every created object in the multiverse the way The One Self does. When born it would be a clean slate knowing nothing.


“Mommy loves you!” said The One Self, hugging The First Son. The baby squealed with delight and looked up at Mommy with great adoration. “You are so beautiful!” said The First Son, and reached up to hug Mommy.

“Such a smart boy! You read my mind to learn our entire language in an instant,” Mommy kvelled.

The First Son looked at Himself all over, and got into quite a game with his toes. Remembering Mommy again, he asked a question: “You and I are different…”

“You’re a bouncing baby boy, a male, and I’m a female as you see me right now. Would you like to see me as a male?” The First Son nodded energetically and The One Self appeared as a male. The First Son drew back slightly.

“You’re not as pretty this way…”

Daddy hugged his first avatar and kissed him on the top of the head with zeal. The First Son relaxed and eagerly hugged his Dad and kissed his chin where he could reach. Then he sat back for He had a question to ask.

“So what’s this male female thing?’

“There is only One Consciousness, no matter how many descendants we have. Inside the One Consciousness there are two equally important ways of being, male and female. This invention came to me when I first started playing with toys. There was some pleasurable feeling excited in me which played out with a cute little red starfish and a larger blue starfish. I sensed within myself a strong urge to polarize my Self into a side based on the ideal of Strength and a side based on the ideal of Beauty. A memory from My Past Lives that doing this division among the descendants will enable them to have greater pleasures. And of course, I live through every one of them, so who am I to limit their pleasures?”

“Do you live through me too, Dad?” The One Self suddenly realized the implications. He pointed at his Father. “I’m just you walking around out here.”

“A huge part of me, yes.”

“So you are making up all my moves? It sure doesn’t feel that way. You wouldn’t do a thing like that.”

“You know me well.” Daddy smiled and hugged His boy again.

“Free will.” The First Son said this confidently.


“There will be lots of mistakes,” The First Son saw, “depending on how much of your mental capabilities you put into each of us – what did you call us – your descendants – “

“I descend and alight into you. In a language I plan to create the word will morph into ‘avatar’. You are the first avatar, The First Son.”

“That’s my name?” The First Son asked delightedly and Daddy happily nodded.


The First Son and his Parents spent lots of time at the seashore. Although there were already billions to choose from, The First Son tended to form favorites. His memories of the endless conversations about the possibilities of the future were tied to certain beaches more than others. When His questions were more intellectual it was usually high up on a mountain far above an ocean, or sometimes a desert, or it could be anyplace their Minds devised, with infinite creativity, and beauty as one of their top two summum bona.

When the questions were more artistic or freewheeling it was right at water’s edge in a place very much like Pfeiffer Beach. The One Self appeared as both Daddy and Mommy, in two different bodies. It was there that The First Son asked The One Self: “Could You Yourself be an Avatar of an even greater Being?”

Daddy said “And right on up the line? That Avatar being Itself an Avatar, and on and on forever?”

The First Son didn’t like that thought. “What’s the matter?” Mommy asked, seeing her little boy troubled.

“I had an unworthy thought and feeling,” the boy confessed. “I complained about not being the top dogs. Who ever guaranteed that if we signed up for ‘life’ we would automatically be top dogs?”

“I never did,” Mommy giggled and then They all did.

“In the game,” Daddy said, “we can actually cause that kind of world to happen, with our minds, and universal free will. It can work against us and all of us must be warned, as more of us come along. Beware of what you casually imagine. For us, our casual is causal.”

“If I’m capable of having impulses unworthy of you, as I just now did, that means the degree of Yourself that descends to us is capable of error,” the boy pointed out.

“And the way it is in the beginning may not be the way it is at the end,” Mommy said, referring to the Big Game they were all planning together, based on the creation of endless descendants, avatars. “What starts as a little error could turn out to be an error that affects even us.”

“We must learn about error,” The First Son said with certainty and they All agreed.


“Let me hold him Mommy,” The First Son reached out and took His brother Lucifer, the Second Son, and hugged him close, kissing him on the top of the head with great affection.

Love to all,



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The Meaning of Life: A Theory of Everything including Consciousness and “God” Pt. 4

Created December 23, 2022

Welcome to this week’s Bill Harvey Blog.

Chapter Two

A Simulation of What the Most Recent “Beginning” Might Have Been Like

Here is a fictional depiction of what the earliest events could have been like, to help us imagine the point of view of The First Self.

From the book The Great Being:

Circa 14 Billion BC

The nothingness was surprised to realize itself. In the interminable slumber, dream images had tumbled interestingly, rousing feelings, mostly enjoyment. Now all of that was gone and the emptiness was… less entertaining?

Who am I to need to be entertained, the nothingness wondered, and became suddenly alert. A more pressing question would appear to be, Who am I?

What is an I?

I am the I.

Am I the only I?


Then what can I do to bring back the dream state? This is boring being the only I. There’s nothing to look at either.


I don’t want the dream state either. Too uncontrolled and chaotic. I seem to remember something. If I stick around here things get interesting. This has all happened before. I hope my memories come back.

The nothingness waited. Nothing happened.

The nothingness, being infinite, had infinite patience.

Eventually the nothingness decided to see if there was anything it could do to liven it up around here.

It experimented with willing something to see what would happen. It visualized a creature, kind of like a red starfish.

Suddenly everything lit up. Immensely bright light. It was all streaming out of a central point that was Him. It flooded out very, very far in all directions. To His right, hovering close by, was the red starfish, undulating its limbs.

He was delighted. He wasn’t exactly a He. He had He and She inside of Him.

He pictured a blue starfish and it appeared in front of Him to His left. He felt good. This was fun. He brought the blue starfish, which was larger, over closer to the red starfish, and had the red starfish edge away coyly. He heard himself giggle. Then he squealed in pleasure. He had the two starfish hug each other and He felt a very warm wonderful feeling come over Him.

This reminded Him of something but he couldn’t quite place it.

What if I can go inside these dolls?

He tried projecting His awareness into the red starfish. Sure enough, he was now looking out from the red starfish, seeing the blue starfish very close, and a big light generator that He knew was His real self, the nothingness.

This is really interesting. Can I do both at once?

Now he was looking out of the two starfish simultaneously. The shot from the blue starfish and the view from the red starfish were superimposed in His vision. But He had no trouble paying attention to both at the same time.

I wonder how many doll cameras I can see though at the same time…

Space was filled with brightly colored geometric little creatures of diverse kinds as far as He could see, which was to infinity. He was looking out from inside all of them at once and could pay attention to all of them at once. He had them all do different things and was easily able to coordinate them all and keep them from bumping into each other, or bumping if He cared to, He had them do the first Busby Berkley production number in the present multiverse, and enjoyed Himself for a very long time this way.

He sighed with pleasure and stopped playing with his toys. That was fun but He wanted more, this had become a bit tiresome.

What if I could immerse myself in one of the characters?

His memories were gradually returning as they always did whenever He started a new multiverse, but He didn’t yet recall that fact. He projected Himself – with a self-command to come back very soon – into the original red starfish.

The red starfish woke up to its own existence. It had no memory of ever existing before as anything. It wasn’t sure what existence was all about but the handsome blue starfish was right there and not attacking her, so maybe he was her friend? She looked at him and he came closer and hugged her. She tingled and moaned.

The Nothingness came back into Himself.

That was amazing! 

But what a chance I was taking! How do I know that my self-commands will always work? What if I get trapped in there?

The Nothingness suddenly realized how to do it and relaxed in bliss.

Each part of me in a doll can forget who I am, but I will also stay awake in my full identity at the same time. I’ll see the camera shot from each doll and I’ll also see my own view of everything at once. Fortunately I seem to have infinite attention span. I guess that’s because all of this is just taking place in my own imagination anyway. 

The parts of me in each doll that don’t remember they are me will be like temporary Lost Lambs, but what will happen to each of them eventually is that they will wake up and remember they are me.

I’ll give each one as long as he or she needs. Some may need to change worn-out bodies before they wake up. No problem. 

I like these he’s and she’s. They are made for each other. It will make it more fun for all of us.

Each one, of course, will have free will, just like me. They will have no real perspective to begin with so they will proceed by trial and error and learn.

What a game!

The Nothingness—which today we call The Great Being or The One Self—couldn’t wait to begin.

Love to all,



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