Midweek Story

“C” doesn't have to announce itself. (Yet note how everyone else demands lengthy, lengthy introductions).

What ordinary consciousness thinks and says is of almost no personal importance.  (And ultimately, the consequences of its behavior, even become problematic).

Man is driven to continually cry “Doom” because Life’s life is forever in the process of breaking up old patterns, habits, and structures, and since the upcoming new patterns and structures are always yet to be fully formed and realized, ordinary consciousness senses only a continuing scenario of upheaval and impending “Doom.”

Once Upon a Time…

In the land of Green-and-Grey, a young hungry-what once started a revolt against the reigning tyrant.   As his activities increased, he was joined by much of the populous, including a well known member of the established priesthood.  The people did indeed have many grievances against the harsh and barbaric rule of the sitting despot, and with the priest always near his side, offering counsel and encouraging the people to believe in the righteousness of their struggle, the day came when the young revolutionary seized the temporal powers in his own anxious hands.

But it soon came to pass that the new, revolutionary leader proved as power hungry, and dictatorial as his predecessor, and the people who had so valiantly fought for “better days” found themselves once again oppressed by the single-minded greed of one man.  After a time, the priest came to visit his old comrade and brought with him the many concerns, fears and complaints of the people.  The revolutionary leader listened passionately, and said nothing.  The priest then began to denounce his friend, and reminded him of the high ideals for which they had originally fought.  He pointedly accused the new leader of betraying not only the helpless followers, but the priest’s faith and trust as well.  The priest’s sense of anger began to rise dramatically as he screamed at the new leader about “betrayal of authority and misuse of power.” 

Finally his old revolutionary friend stirred.  He took the priest by the collar, pulled his face up to his, and whispered, “My old comrade, you spent many years before you met me doing apparent battle in the garb and name of supernatural gods.  You knew the purpose, and taste of power while I was yet a babe.  Do not ever speak of such matters again, or old friend, I will have your bloody head hung beneath my picture in the square.”  He released the priest, who stepped back, stroked his serious beard, and noted, “Yes I can see your point.”

J.