What if you woke up
one morning and discovered that everything that you have been taught to believe
is not true? You become aware that all your perceptions about life are pure
illusions.
All the people you
have shared your life with and called family were not your parents nor your
sisters or brothers. How would you feel, what would you think? You discover
that you were the real Alice in Wonderland or Little Red Riding Hood being
pursued by wolf.
What if you were the
one living inside of a whale? You were Jack climbing the Beanstalk or Tiny Tim
living with a poor family. You were Snow White living with Seven Dwarfs. You
were one of the Three Little Pigs that built his house out of straw. You were
Buckwheat or Stymie in the Little Rascals. You were Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny,
Daffy the Duck, or Elmer Fud.
You were the Headless
Horseman or the mother with the Tale Tale Heart. It was you who was faster than
a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall building in
a single bound, yes, you were Superman. Maybe you were the singing cowboys, Roy
Rogers, Gene Autry or Paladin, Have Gun Will Travel.
What if you were the
masked man who fought against evil with the help of your Indian friend? Were
you the little girl in the little house on the prairie or you were the leader
of a Wagon Train bringing settler to the West? Maybe you were Cinderella, waiting
for your handsome prince or a member of the Cartwright family living on the Ponderosa.
This was my generation’s
house of illusions that lead us along the path to delusional land. Some of us
learned early that we were being fed phony crap and some of us are still stuck
in the illusions.
If you found yourself
in a family that taught you that these fairy tales were not true, and that you
must question everything presented to you as real. Never trust anyone outside
of your family. The most important things were learning how to count money; the
significance of the value of money and things, and how to get it and how to
keep it, you were very fortunate. You probably ended up as one of the 1% in
America or you inherited you wealth from that 1%.
You may not be a
happy lot but you own everything and will kill anyone who threatens your
wealth. Your values are very different
from the rest of us; having feelings or a lot of emotional reactions is never
permitted. Your Martians life style can never be understood by the people or
the other 99%. Your philosophical outlook is to know that if you don’t own,
somebody will own you, and that’s an abhorrent condition.
As my generation is
starting to crossover to the other side; we see that our illusions are being
replaced by new ones, and our history is being suppressed or rewritten. The things we thought were true were mere
bridges of falsehoods to sustain us from one age group to the next. It was
truly an emotional rollercoaster ride and the false sense of joy instilled in
us will not die. Some of are still seeking the fairy tale hero journey of our
childhood heroes on some unconscious level and are still amused about life.
As member of the 99%
I am just happy to be still here and still feeling some amusement about life
where fiction is now stronger than fact.
All we have is love, and that’s enough for me.
Peace.