Playing Hero’s Hour, or most other such games, we would seek a kind of power that would allow us to defeat enemies and conquer cities all by ourselves. We like the armies and cross-functional teams, and we enjoy thoroughly summoning them out of thin air, to handle the opposition in a miriad of their creative ways. But at the end of the day, the micromanagement wears out its welcome and we would rather tuck the empire into the Mary Poppins carpetbag (to enjoy a bit of a quiet).
The picture of [Cloudcuckoolander](https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Cloudcuckoolander) on tvtropes captures this combination of simplicity and complexity in a neat way.
That’s what our consciousness is. The carpetbag. It hides an ever-changing ensemble of spirits/subsystems under the leaky abstraction (and temporary consensus) of the “I”.
“Looking back on my own experiences, they all converge towards a kind of insight to which I cannot help ascribing some mystical significance. The keynote of it is invariably a reconciliation. It is as if the opposites of the world, whose contradictoriness and conflict make all our difficulties and troubles, were melted into unity…”
William James, “The Varieties of Religious Experience” 1902
When the innate clear light arises, one meditates upon ecstasy conjoined with emptiness. / When the time comes to emerge from the clear light, one arouses the instinct to set aside one’s old aggregates, and to take the form of a Buddha Vajradhara, male and female in union.
The Six Yogas of Naropa edited by Glenn H. Mullin
Now, there’s a curious graphic relationship between ᚠ, wealth, and ᚨ, [One](https://aryaakasha.com/2021/11/23/on-odin-as-jupiter-in-the-icelandic-rune-poem/). Fehu, resembling a leg (“*for Tom, he is the master: His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.*”, GB34 YangLingQuan), might be a [symbol](http://www.ricorso.net/rx/library/authors/classic/Yeats_WB/prose/Ideas_G-Evil/Magic.htm) of going outwards, of divine consciousness producing a miriad of parallel realities and forms. Óss, on the other hand, might be a symbol of gathering ourselves back, into the peace and quiet of Shiva destroying the worlds.