Much of your suffering is chosen by yourselves.
It is the bitter potion with which the doctor who hides in you
heals your suffering self. Trust therefore in that physician,
and drink his medicine quietly and calmly,
for his hand, though heavy and hard,
is guided by the soft hand of the Invisible.
Khalil Gibran (Lebanese mystic, 20th century)
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| Here I am prepared, hehehe |
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And
this is the Theater of Life ... as long as we don't take off the masks
and costumes we wear, we will all continue to play our role, in this
case related to the subject of which it is written, with a fool's face
in front and the hidden face of ready behind, but it must be taken into
account that there are also others, the role or roles that we have
chosen and assigned to ourselves in Life, from the precise moment of our
birth, to represent it precisely on stage number XII. In
the scenario of victimhood, in the scenario of "poor me", in the
scenario of suffering, even if we deceive ourselves and say that we
suffer for others, but we really and unconsciously suffer for ourselves, without realizing it, It is the cry of the Soul for oneself, for our unconsciousness and victimhood.
Dare to listen, to feel and to cry for the crying of your Soul!!.
We all suffer and sometimes weep, as a consequence of being victims of ourselves, in the last stage of the theatrical performance, and in the twelfth scene, but at the same time a scene and a scene that could never end, and be repeated and repeated, until exhaustion, and until the eggs of the audience begin to rain!!, from the boxes, the stalls and the amphitheatre, also called the chicken coop, but above all from the chicken coop!!, ... and those who will not get up to applaud the performance, nor will they throw flowers at us, and instead boo us later, dirty us with egg whites and yolks, since they will break the shells that disguise them, and we'll be lucky if they don't also throw shit at us and the proscenium and footlights are left clean.
And
they will leave us the entire stage, the pit, the seats, the wings, the
wings and the curtains, full of eggs of very poor quality, these eggs
laid by silly chickens, those of "poor me", the victims of the human poopegos, from the prompter's shell. The
chickens that spend their whole lives suffering and suffering more
every day!!, all together and locked in cages, eating, shitting, laying
eggs and pecking at each other and until they run out of feathers, and
while some kill others and some they commit suicide... They are victims and executioners of themselves!!,...
and they go on and on and on!!, not daring to face their fear, ... and
waiting for a savior and executioner at the same time, so that he can
slit their throats as soon as possible and eat them, and so then their
victimhood and their suffering will have ended forever.
Although it could also be!! that the savior/executioner opens the doors of the cages, or that he opens the hatch or trap door of the theater stage, then closing the horizontal curtain and not the guillotine one, and so all the chickens can run out and cackling with joy, between the two sheets of the curtain and without any fear of the guillotine curtain. Cocorocococoroco!!, to another place where they find free roosters, kikirikikikiriki!!, ... to finally be free to eat and shit in the free field, free of saviors, free of victims and free of executioners, and in ultimately, they would be free chickens that would or would not lay eggs and wherever they wanted, free from their fear, free from their victimhood and their suffering, free from their costumes, free from the theater prompter and the human shit, for the rest of their life.
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LAST
ACT, LAST STAGE, LAST DECOR, THE PERFORMANCE IS OVER, DOWN THE CURTAIN,
EXIT OF THE PUBLIC AND FINAL CLOSING OF THE THEATER, THE CHICKENS ARE
NOW FREE. TITLE OF THE WORK: THE CHICKEN COOP OF THE SILLY CHICKENS .
The sooner we get out of the Game of the Savior-Victim-Executioner, or the Game of the Trident of Neptune, or the fateful Karpman triangle, much better... I hope you have been able to understand it and dare, ... the job is not easy, but if not you start you will never finish it, ... right? ...
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| Greetings from Monkeyland |
