posted on Jun, 20 2013 @ 03:04 PM
Really, you probably shouldn't be reading this. I'm pretty much certain that it's not for you.
A metaphoric exploration of imminent demise, with digressions to the borders of Melancholia and the Slough of Despond.
It was a pleasant day, and I was walking through some grass and wildflowers along one of many paths. I heard a noise behind me and to my left, when I
turned to look, I saw nothing but a young deer. For some reason, I wasn't astonished or afraid at this unusual behavior. It saw me watching it, and
it came even closer.
"Hi." it said "Mind if I walk along?"
How could I refuse? It seemed harmless.
"Sure, it's a beautiful day, and company is always welcome. Forgive me for asking, but I'm not used to seeing talikng deer."
"Oh, I'm not really a deer, I'm a person just like you. The four legs, tail, leaf eating? That's just how you perceive me. In the same way, you
perceive it's a beautiful day but it's really not, we're in a thunderstorm. And even if we're not in a thunderstorm, you're concept of beauty is
so warped by your upbringing that your opinion is valuless. Besides, I'm not really here anyway, you just think you hear me. By the way, my name's
"What in the world are you talking about?" I was stunned. "Of course you're there, and you're a deer, and the sun is shining, I'm dry and
comfortable. I'm talking to a deer in the middle of a field on a beautiful day."
"Sorry, you're wrong, you just have to wake up. I don't mean you're in a dream. You just haven't received full visualization of the meaning of
the Eternal Cycles of the Cosmos and the energy created by your physical existence in this plane of reality."
I noticed that a fairly large number of deer had come up behind John and they echoed his speech, word for word.
"But that's senseless." I accused. "I know what reality and truth mean. It's been discussed for thousands of years and well established."
While I felt secure in my beliefs, confusion was starting to nibble at my thoughts. Was it possible that somewhere in the words of John there was
something that held some meaning?
"You're wrong!" Shouted the deer as one. "There are new theories, new thoughts, there are even some wise men who agree with us. If you hold onto
the old views you will suffer endless torment in the next life (if there is one) and we will constantly harrass you and call you names in this life
until you see the beauty and correctness of our thoughts."
"Dont you see?" They continued. "The safest path for you is to forget everything you've ever known, toss out all of your beliefs. Then, when
you're empty, we'll tell you what is beautiful, and just, fair, and right. That way you can be accepted as one of us and live a happy life."
"But, but, how do you deer know what is fair and right and beautiful? Who told you?" Despite John's assurance that I wasn't dreaming, this was
feeling more like a dream, a nightmare, with every exchange.
"Oh, that's simple, we know. We were taught what was fair, and it seems right to us. Now we take our training and apply it to everything there is.
We know what is beautiful because we like to think it is beautiful. The same thing for right and just. And, it is certainly right that we make you
one of us, because unanimity is beautiful. So come along, don't give us any trouble."
I started looking for an escape, this was getting desperate. The deer weren't moving towards me, but seemed frozen. On a nearby path I spotted a
woman of indeterminate age. I called to her and she waved, giving me a thumbs up.
A man came running up on my path. As he passed he slapped me on the back and said that I was doing fine and should keep it up.
As encouraging as those brief encounters were, I noticed that I was still surrounded by the deer and they had moved a little closer. I had no idea
what to do. I tried talking to them, but they consistently repeated their earlier gobbledygook. Nothing I said made any difference. I thought about
attacking them, but I was so outnumbered that I knew I would be trampled in a few moments.
What about giving in to them? No, I couldn't do that. I had no wish to join their obvious insanity and become a deer (for whatever they were, they
certainly weren't human) like John. It would be surrendering to dishonesty as well as insanity.
I tried again, but before I got a few words out, they chanted:
"You are bad. You are wrong. We are right. We are good." Over and over and over again, until I wanted to scream.
Then I heard a noise in the sky and saw a helicopter with a rescue ladder dangling from it's side. I watched it swing back and forth.
I told you this thread was almost certainly not for you, but only for a very few. To those, I offer my true love.