A continuation of musings in the same vein or theme as the previous blog, The Hidden Beloved.
The ordinary self is not good enough. So I try to make it other. I try to make other myself. I try to impose a shinier version. I yearn to be this big shining star. I effort to find something that I am. I see an angel and think; maybe I am that still waiting to be discovered! Special, different, better, worse… all impossible. The more I want to be special the further I take myself away from truth. The more I set myself aside from ‘others’ the lonelier I become. I belie I am different in my suffering – no one can understand. I get the pleasure of the martyr which is no more than the pain of separation. Separating myself and negating the self are the same thing/action. That I can be different, special, above everyone else was the promise and lie for I can no more be above than below. But I can choose to experience them separately. By separating myself I can choose to split the whole into two. Or at least experience it as such. But even oneness is imaginary surely? Still, it will do for now as it’s impossible to imagine nothingness, and I need some context for to have no belief also seems impossible. In exploring this unveiling the fairy story of the Emperor’s New Clothes came to mind.
I’ve written a new twist on the story. His story, the Emperor’s. And I cannot quite believe that a brief search just now on the old fairy story of The Emperor’s New Clothes is now all about Russell Brand’s new film which is all over the news today!!! – Seriously, I don’t keep up with the media and had no idea when I started writing this several days ago. Just goes to show there is no separation, though in the case of Russell Brand, I wouldn’t mind the illusion. But onwards with the new take on an old story:
The Emperor’s New Clothes
The Emperor believed he could separate himself and be above everyone else. Despite his ever increasing attempts to make himself special, this always failed to make it so, and he became a bit depressed and sometimes a little angry with himself, and drove himself harder and harder to achieve the impossible. He decided to commission a new set of clothes that would finally distinguish himself from everyone else in the crowd on the great day of showing off. The news spread far and wide. Clothes made, dawned the day.
Huge crowds turned out despite the rather cloudy cool day. Most were wearing their sheepskins to keep insulated from the reality of that. And of course, consensus reality meant all had already agreed to see what they were conditioned to see and forget that they had agreed in the first place, leaving them thinking they had a separate mind from everyone else, yet all happy to act the same anyway.
Except for a young child in the crowd outside the palace where the Emperor paraded. This youngster was not conditioned or socialised, and some might call that wild or innocent. The child saw the truth, that the Emperor was not wearing any clothes. In fact, his desire to transform into someone better created the inevitable –it happened. But not in the way he thought he wanted of course as he literally got naked to others before he was ready to get naked to himself! And it turned out that these clothes did the opposite of what he had tried to do; they did not provide a barrier to oneness at all.
As the child spoke up, the spell was broken and others saw through the eyes of innocence and the lies of better or worse than were exposed, just like the Emperor was. Right there, in that moment, the crowd had a chance to stop the game and get naked too, but instead they chose to continue the game of duality, and chose the ‘better than’ role and ridiculed and shamed the Emperor for his pride. Shame and pride are of course opposites in the world of make-believe.
The Emperor also had a choice in that moment as to continue the ‘make-believe’ game or not. But heck, he was already completely bollocks naked, how much worse could it get???
He too saw through the eyes of the child and through the lies of the game and went to the child and thanked him for showing him the truth. In doing so he simply swallowed and digested his pride which immediately gave him a huge sense of freedom and relief, plus a lot of ‘new’ energy to use. His nakedness revealed his natural humanity which is quite harmless really, and so pretty soon no one was afraid of him being better than they any more. In fact, everyone stripped off as the sun came out, the day became warm, people jumped into the fountains, splashing happily as others rushed off in great excitement to prepare a great feast.
And they all lived eternally ever after. Though as humans, it was inevitable that the next day some were hungover as they were not quite ready to embrace the new and simpler way yet.