Chessatya Solitaire

Chessatya Solitaire by Simon Jepps
Chessatya Solitaire by Simon Jepps
Aye, the game of Chessatya is not merely a pastime of spiritual recreation between friends, but is also a pastime of spiritual recreation with God.

Whilst the philosophical history behind Chessatya’s creation is one of peace, reconciliation and understanding, Chessatya Solitaire is in fact also a unique philosophical practise completely in and of itself.

As the name suggests, Chessatya Solitaire is indeed a game played solitary. Yet whence thine solitude is one spent meditating with God, thence Chessatya Solitaire is a game shared also with God.

Whilst it is not unusual for Western Chess players to partake in ‘solitaire’ games by themselves, these are in all rationality, only for Opening and positional studies.

For in Western Chess your only opponent is either a real living person or an artificial intelligence simulation.

Chessatya Solitaire is on the other hand a much more sentimentally intimate encapsulation of a “virtual” companion.

That is to say, Chessatya Solitaire embraces through the Dice, the abstract concept of a supernatural opponent. You could call this opponent ‘Karma’, ‘Chaos’ or even ‘God’. Yet for the passionate dedication and purpose for which this game was designed, we will call our companion ‘God’.

Thus the spiritual practise of Chessatya Solitaire is the assertion, proclamation and ascension unto complete honesty and adherence unto God.

This is a game then, of intellectual honesty and an exercise of solitary morale.

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Black Holes Do Not Exist

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Black Holes, according to 20th century scientific dogma, are dark spherical regions of space-time which harbour a gravitational pull so incomprehensibly immense, that nothing, not even light can escape their evil grasp.

Unfortunately however, even today, amidst all the ongoing efforts to convince the civilian populations of the world that they do exist, scientists of all calibres continue to debate the validity of any evidence pointing to their existence.

Albert Einstein himself never actually believed in Black Holes, despite how the indoctrinating media exploits his genius, he thought the concept unrealistic.

Galearthéan philoscientific consensus states that “Black Holes” are a governmental fabrication and instrument of terraterrorism, designed to fear monger the population into believing salvation is only attainable through submission unto the provisions of a higher scientific elite.

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The Work Of God

There was a silence. Nothing to be heard. There were only the hands of God which made the sound of life of which we know it. Why did God wish to take such a risk, of such danger and alarm, which may have caused him such harm? No one knows, no one cares. But the risk God took and had not shook his head at resisting the danger of the fate of his own and to leave the silence all alone. God tightened his fist and wished, for a sleeping thought of great bliss, to awake and then make a storm which would form a world of great love and happiness. Within that tightened grasp of nothing, that secured case of uncertainty, arose tremors. The fist began to tremble and inside began to assemble an almighty explosion of great tension and emotion. God wanted to set free the awakened dream but could not seem to unclench that tightened grasp, of which held the first world, or even the last. It was all building up inside and even as he tried, he could not hold it in, what was all part of him. Away came the once tightened fingers and as away came the thumb, with it had come, a light which was so bright that it filled God with fright. God could not see what he had created. And with this light came a sound of much might, which sang the song of creation. God closed his eyes as he could not stare at what in reality may be a nightmare. As the sound subsided and the light became dimmer, he heard sweet chirping, which made God smile. Then he felt slightly warmer and so began to wonder if it was safe to look or if the heat would burn his eyes. He slowly lifted the blankets which covered his sight to see alive what he once dreamt in the everlasting night. His dream had come true. Time passed and God observed the world of which grew fast. But God had no clue as to what would become of his dream come true. The creatures of which were very strange soon began to change into uncaring intellectuals who damaged their world by misusing their tools. They grew to hate each other. They took the life of one another so to settle a certain matter. God didn’t know what to do, the end to his world would be through war – and what more – he may never dream again. God watched the truth unfold as more bombs blew. The world was at war with itself. God’s world didn’t seem to be a world anymore. As they tore and tore and tore and tore – until there was no more. There was no smell, no sound, no scenery, no love. There was a silence.

~ Simon Jepps, 1990 (Aged 11)