A Tale of Good People in a Pot of Boiling Water and a Child
A Tale of Good People in a Pot of Boiling Water and a Child
A tale that came to me and also a metaphor for how "community standards" get weaponized
This is a little raw so please bear with me.
Imagine that a long time ago, some folks with not-so-good intentions and experience in magical skills felt the desire to subjugate a bunch of free-roaming human beings and turn them into a living, self-reproducing energy source, for their own needs.
Imagine that the misguided magicians, i.e. the people who had once been wounded so deeply that it screwed up their relationship with love, would throw a major act of violence against the human beings whom they seek to turn into an energy source.
That act of horrible violence would serve as an initial jolt, as a handshake of shock from a living being in a state of unlove to spread around the state of unlove.
Imagine that the magicians would place the shocked human beings whose energy they want to steal in a pot filled with water—and start the slow boil. Imagine that they would then take the energy of confusion and pain and suffering and eat that energy and turn it into a magic potion for themselves, to keep their power going, and get high from that power, as they try to numb the knowledge of their own soul about the love that they decided to declare as non-existent and live without.
An important part of the plot is that not only would they place the human beings in a pot with water, they would also put a spell on them that would make the human beings believe that this is the only way to be, and that trying to change it is a crime (this world is owned by the bad guys, good guys can’t have good things, suffering is spiritually superior, love for the already-miserable means choosing to be miserable with them so that the already-miserable don’t feel excluded, turn the other cheek, etc.)
And so, when someone—maybe a child born in the boiling pot to the miserable mom and dad—has a vision and wants to climb out of the pot and shut down the pain-creating flame underneath the pot, the people inside the pot get bothered and incensed. They grab the legs of the daring child and they say, "Who do you think you are?" They say, "What are you better than us or something?" They say, "Get your head out of the clouds and learn to live in boiling water" etc. etc.
And they shame the child, and hold the child’s legs tight, and because the collective memory of life outside the pot has faded, even the loving people, even the parents are sincerely terrified of what may happen to the child outside the familiar pot, and so they, too, join the communal effort of grabbing the legs of the child and not allowing him or her to get out of the pot.
What was the child born for? To be food? To be love?
And maybe the lesson is that the love in the heart of the child means throwing all people's hands off one’s legs and getting out of the pot.
I want to believe that if we are patient and if we insist on being with Spirit, the wait will be over, and the true union of souls will happen, and the community will be healed, and love will be healed, and the tears will dry and be replaced with a carefree feeling of a child who has never known betrayal or hurt, and love will be just that, love.
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"maybe the lesson is that the love in the heart of the child means throwing all people's hands off one’s legs and getting out of the pot." 🎯
what if the energy these entities steal from humans to power their sinister world are amplified, the hotter the pot gets?
or how about this: what if the ONLY energy they can steal from humans to power their sinister world is energy derived from pain and fear?
maybe the energy thieves have no use for love because it's the wrong frequency for their machine?
maybe the machine would stop working if we stopped feeding it our fear and pain and basically cancelled it?
just thinking out loud here
"They say, "Get your head out of the clouds and learn to live in boiling water" etc. etc."
Oh yeah, especially those who seem to not get affected by injustice and abuse. They're the dogs in this experiment that laid down in their cages while being shocked.
People stayed silent for so long about inflation for example. Only until the media talked about it during Biden, people could bitch about it. Not the 2 decades of record price increases in housing, healthcare and education. That was me and others crazy talk because everyone gotta pay the piper, they would say lol.
https://robc137.substack.com/p/transmarginal-inhibition-the-way
And here's an interesting tale said by Gurdjieff.
https://nick251260.wordpress.com/2018/11/12/the-tale-of-the-evil-magician/
The Tale Of The Evil Magician
NOVEMBER 12, 2018 / ZIPPYPINHEAD1
There was an evil magician. He lived deep in the mountains and the forests, and he had thousands of sheep. But the problem was that the sheep were afraid of the magician because every day the sheep were seeing that one of them was being killed for his breakfast, another was being killed for his lunch. So they ran away from the magician’s ranch and it was a difficult job to find them in the vast forest. Being a magician, he used magic.
He hypnotized all the sheep and suggested to them first of all that they were immortal and that no harm was being done to them when they were skinned, that, on the contrary, it would be very good for them and even pleasant; secondly he suggested that the magician was a good master who loved his flock so much that he was ready to do anything in the world for them; and in the third place he suggested to them that if anything at all were going to happen to them it was not going to happen just then, at any rate not that day, and therefore they had no need to think about it.
He then told different sheep…to some, “You are a man, you need not be afraid. It is only the sheep who are going to be killed and eaten, not you. You are a man just like I am.” Some other sheep were told, “You are a lion – only sheep are afraid. They escape, they are cowards. You are a lion; you would prefer to die than to run away. You don’t belong to these sheep. So when they are killed it is not your problem. They are meant to be killed, but you are the most loved of my friends in this forest.” In this way, he told every sheep different stories, and from the second day, the sheep stopped running away from the house.
They still saw other sheep being killed, butchered, but it was not their concern. Somebody was a lion, somebody was a tiger, somebody was a man, somebody was a magician and so forth. Nobody was a sheep except the one who was being killed. This way, without keeping servants, he managed thousands of sheep. They would go into the forest for their food, for their water, and they would come back home, believing always one thing: “It is some sheep who is going to be killed, not you. You don’t belong to the sheep. You are a lion – respected, honored, a friend of the great magician.” The magician’s problems were solved and the sheep never ran away again.
– G. I. Gurdjieff.