once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a separate reality. a reality where she was not allowed to be who she was. It was considered bad manners to roam free wherever she felt like because the world she was born into was enslaved. It was composed of slaves, small ones and big ones. the small slaves were the ones doing the work for the big slaves. no one knew they were enslaved which meant that whenever she told anyone about slavery and its existence, they didn’t believe her. like robots, they would repeat the same lies over and over again until she either had to believe the lies and become a slave herself or be annihilated.
people who said they were happy without facing their pain made sure the princess knew about their pain. it made them feel better to share their pain, to make her feel in her own body what they felt. it was for her own good, they said because how else will she become a slave if she doesn’t know what pain or fear is?
her reality, the one she was born with no one was in pain or in fear. it didn’t exist. everyone had everything they could ever want or need and they spent their days dancing or laughing or working on making things together. building houses together for a new couple who were married in sacred ritual and no one questioned anyone’s motives. no one lied to themselves about what they felt or needed or wanted.
after years of living in a parallel reality, she felt the most horrible feeling she had ever experienced – despair. despair is layered feeling. despair contains the history of all the times she wanted to run away and couldn’t. all the times she tried to express her truth and was told it was a lie. all the times she was in pain and no one came to her rescue. people pretended it was normal to be in pain. people pretended that adults knew what they were doing and were pure and clean in their motives and emotions and that was the biggest lie of all. or worse. people lived their lives assuming that everyone is out to get them and lie. marketing was 80%lie. selling products and services was 80% lie. objects were made to be trashed quickly so the big slaves could make more money for the biggest slaves. rivers were polluted by and for slaves. the air got dirtier and dirtier by daily small acts of slaves working for slaves. food became more and more fake so slaves made more money. afraid and in pain, people did their best not to feel. feeling would mean they would have to admit to how uncomfortable their lives were. feeling would mean they would have to change. changing was scary and they had no time or money for it.
no one was honest about how they felt. they got so used to denying their own feelings in order to survive, it became impossible to connect with others. isolated in small bubbles of emotions that felt painful, disconnected from each other, people took drugs, pills, drank, procrastinated and made fun of other people calling it entertainment in order to avoid being vulnerable. after all, when they were vulnerable, it exposed them to the truth of who they were and environments where that truth was not welcome were plenty and environments where that truth was seen, heard and understood was called therapy.
people pretended that men had the right to abuse and degrade women. people pretended that women had the right to abuse and degrade their own children. people pretended that children had no conscience or understanding of their parents.
she despaired that she would ever find a place where people were free, loving, joyful or happy. that place did not exist in this world, she concluded, and yet.
something happened when she faced the pain of her own despair. and that something was a miracle and that miracle was kindness. it expressed itself in the strangest ways, from the most unexpected places. it was a look of compassionate understanding from a stranger on a train. it was a hug from a friend. it was a coffee offered in earnest by the owner of a coffee shop, an expression of his desire to serve. it was beautiful. it focused her attention on a new feeling – hope.
hope that people did feel one. hope that people were capable of compassionate understanding of each other’s pain. hope that the common dream they shared of safety, joy and abundance was expressed in the simplest act of goodness.
when she remembered that, when she remembered humane means all these things. safety, kindness, goodness, compassion, understanding, joy, curiosity, excitement, exploration. human beings had both. human being chose every day what aspect of themselves they acted out of. she felt trust.
therapy would become extinct when people found a whole environment where they were welcomed for who they are instead of who they pretended to be. anger would become extinct when people expressed their likes and dislikes directly trusting others to respect their boundaries.
the more comfortable people would become with aspects of themselves they denied, the safer it would be for others to do the same.
hope, the daughter of knowing took the hand of trust. the three of them walked into the world. sitting down, they asked, now what? now we sit in peace until every human finds us within.