Friday, May 6, 2016

BEING LIKE A MOUSE WHO KNOWS THE SOURCE OF HIS CHEESE



Talking, in conversation, shooting words back and forth, talking with another doing the listening, being paid to answer a question, being in debate, you are right/no I am right. Having someone placate you, a person paid to listen to then find a fault, talking to someone about something of which they have no interest, better instead to be in touch with someone who really cares, someone who shows concern and has their concern be real, not fabricated.

A doll, a person like a Barbie, nodding yes in tune with your words, not however being in a true understanding, treating another like a child, nurturing them instead of allowing them to nurture you. Taking away someone's abilities to give, assuming they are waterless vessels with no abilities to quench your thirst, being thirsty but not asking for water, not expecting your thirst to be ended, not depending on another to quench your thirst, finding your own vessel and filling it up yourself and drinking from it as you call the shots, not giving another the power to feed or to take food away.

Finding your own streams filled with more water than you need, knowing like a mouse which hole contains the cheese, going to that hole as a learned experience and always being with cheese, never without.

Knowing who will nurture and who will not. Who expects to get nurtured instead of to give nurturing. Not getting caught in a trap as you grab your cheese. To know where your cheese comes from and not to expect it where it is not available.

Climbing the ropes that were meant for you to climb, up Jacob's Ladder, holding on to Rapunzel's hair as she throws it out the window of her castle bedroom, climbing up this hair, up the beanstalk after Jack, as Jack and the Beanstalk, leaf by leaf, to find the cloud with the silver lining on which to rest, to reach as you climb.

Completing your journey to be seated on this cloud upon a golden throne at the right hand of the Father, being in a Heaven that you can say is yours, that is meant just for you, a beautiful Heaven that is all around you.

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