The Farmer and a Lesson About Judgment

Once upon a Time there was a Family of Farmers.
One day a blessed event occurred and they had another little boy child....
But as it turned out it wasn't really all that wonderful.
From the time the child was very small it seemed he didn't much like his family
and when he got older he made it very clear
that he hated their way of Life...
He hated Farming...
Farming was stupid,
and people who farmed were stupid....
Well the child "had problems"
He wasn't a happy child,
he ran away from home when he was a teen,
started hanging out with some rich kids who didn't really care about anything
but getting thrills...
and doing hard core drugs.
He became addicted to heroin....
He was wasting away and one day took an extra big dose......
He flashed into this place that was nothing but Light....
then suddenly he was in another scene
another time long long ago.
It was like a dream,
but he knew it really was a memory.
He was a Prince, in a Kingdom
he lived in a huge Castle and had servants
All day long all his Brothers and Sisters did was waste time..
They taunted and teased their servants for Pleasure.
He didn't see the fun in this,
in fact he fell in love with one of the Servant girls..
As it turned out her family lived on the edge of the Kingdom
They were Farmers and raised most of the food that fed his family..
He was fascinated with farming...
Putting a seed in the ground and caring for it until something Grew
and fed people..
Working in the fields and workin up a sweat.
He thought it was Heaven.
When sitting at the dinner table with his family,
he told them of his fascination with it.
They mocked him horribly.
He didn't care,
and he loved the Farmer girl and actually ran off and Married her and was having a pretty wonderful time...
Well his Mom the Queen..
who by the way was not very nice..
Was horrified....
but worse she was soo embarrassed

How could her favorite son do this to them?
How did it look to their Court?
It was devastating to her.
So she went to the Kings executioner and paid him to secretly murder the farmer woman his son had married....
and one day when the son had come to deliver vegetables to his family,
the executioner stole away and killed the son's wife..
When the son got back to their Farm and saw his wife
his heart broke.....
He went to tell his family as he wanted to bury her in the family plot.
The Mom told him that no Farmer would ever be lain to rest in the family plot
Farmers were dirty, loathsome worthless beings...
and it was most likely the sons fault that she was murdered....
She told the son he was forgiven and could move back to the Castle.
The son was at a loss for what to do,
without his wife he lost his direction..
And he moved back to the Castle.
The Queen and his Brothers and sisters never stopped saying nasty stuff about Farmers..
they wanted to make him Pay for what he did to the Family...
The Son felt so much guilt and shame.....
it ate at his soul.
But he learned to keep distracted,
he started partying with his Brothers and sisters...
even started taunting and Teasing the servants...
He felt guilt for it...
He hated himself for "being the cause of his wife's death"
he hated himself for teasing and taunting the Servants..
But he just kept ignoring it, and seeking out pleasures to avoid the festering pain within him...
Well one of those "Pleasures: ended up giving him Syphilis...
and he died a Horrible Death....

Back to today, and the Farmers son awoke from this "Drug Induced Dream."
It turned out he hadn't shot up enough to kill himself...
He walked out to the Interstate
stuck out his thumb
and hitchhiked back to the Family Farm

And lived Happily ever after....
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The roots of our Demons....of our fears can run very deep...
Lifetimes deep...
And we only rid ourselves of them
by facing them
But we don't because in facing them we will have to Feel the Pain
that made them our demons in the first place...
Our Demons,
our pain
is ALWAYS built upon dualistic Judgments

The really funny thing is that once we learn to face them we often see,
That which we had judged in the very beginning as Bad, or Evil..
That which we tucked away in guilt and shame..
Today is something we seek.
Now that's embarrassing ....
We are defined....and manipulated by things we often long ago buried, and tried to forget
All the energy we put towards keeping those thing buried...
only served to feed them,
and make them grow bigger and stronger.....
And even though we held them at bay,
kept them out of our minds
They are what pull our strings
And like puppets we dance a dance
controlled by yesterdays Judgments
Made in Ignorance
(all judgment is ignorance)
If we want to become Masters of our Life.
First we must stop Judging

Then we must face our past judgments
the ones that have become our demons
and the Puppeteer.

The Masked Man

The Masked Man
And the sweetest Kiss

When he was a young child he had the harsh realization that he wasn't like everyone else, in fact even when he was small he scared people. Even as a young child he felt a deep loneliness because he wasn't like all the rest. Finally one day he came up with a plan; he decided to make a mask for himself to wear that people would like. He studied the humans around him very diligently so he could learn what they liked, what made them feel good. Even at a very young age he was a skilled craftsman at the art of mask building and before he knew it he had a very special mask made for himself. It was very special because it would change depending upon the people he was with. As soon as he finished the final touches he put on his mask and walked out into the world. It was wonderful and miraculous. All of a sudden the people who had run from him in fear before, gathered close to him, they seemed to actually love him. It was a new life for him and he enjoyed playing with the humans. A few times he got so happy and sure of himself with someone, someone who had pledged their love to him, and he took off his mask. They shrieked and ran away, and never came close again. After this had happened a half a dozen times or so he decided not to dare and remove the mask again. He went through life and danced the human dance for many years, got married and had children and all that.... but through all of it he felt empty because he knew that he wasn't himself, that nobody in his entire world knew who he really was. His loneliness was so deep that his soul felt empty.
One day when he was old a beautiful young woman came up to him and asked him to take off his mask. He loved her instantly but was afraid to do this, afraid she would run away screaming. But then something special happened and this beautiful woman told him that she loved who he really was under the mask, and then she went on to describe every feature of who he was without the mask. She knew, and yet she didn't run, in fact she moved in his home with him.
The old man was truly and deeply happy for the first time in his long life so he decided to trust this precious girl and remove his mask. Then something horrible happened ... the mask had grown into his face and his face into the mask ... and he pulled and pulled, tearing away at the flesh and hair. He bled and bled but still the mask would not come off, it had become a part of who he was in the world of humans.
She begged him to remove the mask and told him she would leave if he didn't. His despair was so deep that a cry so horrible came forth from his soul. He loved the girl more than anything he had ever known, and would do anything for her.
He cried from such despair, and ripped at the mask, and bled and bled. Finally the girl who truly did love him in the sweetest purest way could bear his pain no longer and kissed the old man on his mouth. And that kiss was not like any kiss this man had ever had from his wives or lovers or children... it was this kiss of one soul, kissing another. And for the first time in his life he felt loved, and it was like nothing that had ever happened in his world before. And suddenly for the first time he felt lovable because he knew it wasn't the mask he wore that she was kissing, but him.. who he really was. And then the miracle happened and the mask that he had worn for a lonely eternity slid right off his face and broke upon the ground. When he looked at the girl he expected her to scream and run, but she stood there smiling, her face full of love and gleaming. Then the second miracle happened and she held up a mirror to him and he saw that he was beautiful ..... then she kissed him again, long and so sweetly