A caution on the stories we tell...
Arguably that which is most valued by human beings is... our STORIES. day and night we tell and retell stories, to ourselves and all who will listen. We live for our stories, from and within them. And arguably, we are possessed by them. We stream them with eyes open and eyes shut. We gather in groups to exchange them and celebrate them in books, radio, news print and on the stage. Our religion is story, our science too. Our identity is hi-story, stories repeated and our dreams are fragments of story as yet to unfold. Our stories are made of experience, judgement and belief systems, which may rarely be subject to our examination. They are the smoke screen of our delusional identity, valued above reason even if through logic they are invoked and our morality likewise is subject to their conditioned whim. We may even think that we are not, if we have no story to prove that we are. We are sucked and suckered into them for we identify with the flawed story teller - ego, monkey mind, or unnamed protagonist, ti's but a further fiction within the story line itself. Stories become the carriers of our bondage to viral emotions and the justification for our actions repeated generation to generation and yes at times they may be a door to inspiration for a few heroes who get the joke and can laugh them off. But mostly in our story telling and story sharing we are needing to be comforted that we share the same archetypes and thus are somehow OK, even if addicted to and driven by the recurring drama and trance of pathos. Yet to go beyond the norm of the acceptable human, we must dismantle our stories, challenge them for accuracy, drain them of reactivity and often for the best, abandon them all together to find what is real and healing - to find ourselves and our place in the grand design.
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