It was never really clear.
I had gotten an inkling of what might have been going on behind the scenes, but the great problem with consciousness is that, it seems, one can only explore it from within it. While the concept had come up in a former project — of mind without memory or awareness — it had not been developed as far as Maya had wished.
The great sense that one had, from this mind, at least, was that there was a lot going on as regarded Mind. The prospect of the Universe being Mind-only was taking it a bit too far, as had been touched on — there was one spirit in particular I knew who related strongly to Mind, but he was no longer dominant. His medicine worked when our own mind had been ill and in pain. But sometimes, even though one may wish escape from the pain, it is not the solution to attempt to escape from life.
In my past years, if I had thought it possible to escape pain by escaping life, I would have considered it more thoroughly. However, the only solution to the problem of existence Maya could find which made any kind of sense (at the time) was reincarnation. Being reborn would not ensure a life free of pain; in fact, it would almost guarantee the opposite.
For years, instead of focusing on the problem of wishing not to exist, I — and/or we — focused on how to stop the cycle of rebirth. At least it saved my life, at the time, even if its end goal was, somehow, to escape the realm of life (and with life, pain).
It has been some time since this happened. I’ve since stumbled on to the realm of what may happen should one embrace the fullness of life — pain, joy, and all. It’s come to my attention that what we have here is a temporary situation. I’ve dubbed myself a Creator, for now. For me, this means that my life post — more than what I do to stay alive — is to make things which would not exist if it were not for my own life.
It is…somewhat freeing, but also somewhat, it … it somehow gives me pause. Diversity is the stuff of life; sameness is the stuff of extinction. There is a factor of illness in here, still: so that I do not know if, in ten years’ time, I will still wish (or need) to call myself a Creator. But for now, it is my life purpose. (I did read that bit of Nietzsche, yes.)
This is the reason I do what I do. By chance, fate, luck, or descent (I hope to explain that bit, eventually), I have been somewhat gifted where it comes to creativity. My pain has developed my spiritual resources. I don’t know if everything I put out will be worth creating, but at the least, I have a vision. That vision is the strength of embracing life, now and in the future, however many lifetimes that will turn out to be.