“Run away,” they cried. Coconut shells beating out the rhythm.
On a quest, foolish tasks, tests with no purpose
Stupid King with no kingdom, only coconuts
Grail vision at least lead them toward their fear
White bunny, Holy hand grenades, battle won
Movie within a movie
Fear is like that
It is not the enemy, it is a guidepost pointing toward what is illusion
Left home in a storm, betrayed left unprotected, vulnerable
Toto barks at opportunity for change
Advice from Munchkins followed, seeking Wizard, the honest liar
Can’t think, can’t feel, no courage, yet moves toward source of dread
Fix me, broomstick in hand, unaware of victory, angry
Fear is like that
Dream within a dream
Red shoes already on her feet, she just needs to want to go home
The white bunny always points the way out of the show
The way out of Oz is always through the Witch’s castle
I enjoyed your unique perspective on fear. And, thanks for following me along on my blog!!
Thank you. I am looking forward to getting to know you.
“Perfect love casts out fear” ……a verse from my deep past, indeed. Time for a re-visit.
It was just as true then. Sometimes our teachers mean well but don’t understand. They are not evil just ignorant.
Because I could never have THOUGHT OF THIS, let alone articulated it, here is a comment on Fear from a respected friend of mine, Laurie Green: ” I think it’s a natural instinct to want to capitalize on fear. if you are fearful you will create something that will eliminate that fear at the lowest common denominator, because people who feel preyed upon want others to be prey. And the list goes on from there: victim, persecutor, rescuer. And if you are unaware you will play all three roles.”
(She was commenting in another context, involving the subject of rape)
Just thought this was so startling in its insight/wanted to share it here, since the topic of fear is on the table. Hope it’s helpful.
Yes even domination of another is based on fear. Trying to step out of the illusions fear creates is the trick i think. Perfect love casts out fear. Personal love and existential security is the basis of no longer needing to wear the fig leaves of preditor or prey. Thank you so for playing.
“The way out of Oz is always through the Witch’s castle…” You didn’t read that part, but it made me stop and pull my thoughts out of the way so no one would see them. It made me hide behind a tree at the bottom of the drawbridge. I have to have time to gauge whether I’m, smart enough to understand the fear, brave enough to go across. God knows I’ve worn those red shoes since the first time I saw the movie when I was six or so. All I keep saying to everyone is, “I want to go home.” But I don’t know where home is. And so I write in my journal (which I carry in Dorothy’s basket). I write notes to home in the hope that someone there will hear me, not knowing that they are all gone now.
She was home the whole time I think, dreaming that she was lost. I think that is what those smart people are talking about when they talk about waking up.
I was in a hurry this morning and left that part off.
Laughing in her presence really pisses her off. She likes to be taken seriously. Makes her jump up and down like rumplestilskin.
I teach a class based on that story. Maybe I will write about it sometime.
Yes, please do write on it. I would love to read that.
Scramming now. Thanks for the fencing lesson…
Okbye 🙂 I will write a real life example while you are gone