Sabado Grande Mi Gente, Welcome to one more day above ground. Welcome to the “Vagabond’s Journey.” Where are we going? What will we encounter? What are our goals?
There’s a story I remember as a kid. [Note: I guess the most popular story involves a fox. I remember a pig.] Two stories actually. Slightly different, but more similar. Many of these fairy-tales, (I’d even say “all of them”), come from oral traditions. They change over centuries. For modern readers, they might sound identical, but usually, they have evolved over hundreds of years.
The star of today’s Fractured Fairy Tale will be the Gingerbread Man.
One morning the Goodie-Good wifey was making treats for her little Goodie-Good children. Mama was whipping up gingerbread cookies. Well, out of nowhere, to the dismay of the anticipating babies, (there’s always disappointment in European fairy-tales), the ginger bread cookie sprang to life, jumped out of the oven and ran away.
We can look at this as some kind of awakening. Ginger, we will call him, has awakened. Autonomous and sovereign. And on the run. This is the cost of awakening that nobody tells you about.
Why?
Because all of the forces of the realm he’s awakened to, are out to get him. He’s a desirable, delectable snack.
Along his journey, which is structurally zodiacal (zoo, animals), although it may not align exactly with the constellations, he meets many animals that want to gobble him up. Some of the animals are straight shooters.
“You look yummy. Let me eat you.”
Other’s are more slick, “What are you doing out here all alone? Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Allow me to protect you.”
Gingerbread Man just keeps on running. Cynical, skeptical and suspicious. His goal is not to be eaten. His journey? Well, that’s endless. Or so it seems. But journeys end, and they end in the same way.
As with most Euro-tales, before “Happily ever after” became standard fare, the journey ends in death. The “hero” finds himself, or her good self, as the case may be, between the proverbial rock and hard place. Hard place usually means, demise.
Ginger comes to a body of water that he cannot cross. A helpful critter offers assistance. Of course it’s a Pig. Pigs often show up as the most clever critters in these stories. I hear they are very smart. I know they are tasty.
“Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle,” says the pig. “You know, pigs are very good swimmers. I can get you to the other side of this stream, and you will be free.”
Ginger is suspicious. But also out of options.
“Hop on my back,” says the pig. “I’ll take you across. Promise.”
Ginger climbs on.
Midway across, the stream becomes a little bit deeper.
“The water is getting a bit deep,” says the pig, “better sit up here on my snout. We’re almost to the other side. Safety and freedom are in sight.”
Ginger complies.
With a grunt, a snort and a belch, Mr. Pig devours our poor sucker in a single gulp.
This allegory applies to every era of human existence.
Let’s take a look at the disaster zodiac that We, as the awakening Gingerbread Man, have had to deal with, avoid, and or overcome just in this one lifetime.
Violence, poverty, crime, war, bigotry, illness, swindles, mis-education, fake news and propaganda, corruption on every level, climate emergency, plandemics, poison jabs, general uncertainty, predatory religion, healthcare, capitalism, self help scalawags, the dumbing down of the population, (although that makes us seem smarter than we actually are), fearporn, crypto-scams, precious metals scams, and general financial con games, drug and alcohol addiction, mental illnesses, made up syndromes, revisionist history, shifting “norms” in culture, changing language and definitions, not to mention a hoard of negative vibrations from humans who are pissed-off at us for not being depressed, depraved, or deprived of the light, like they are.
These animals in the Gingerbread Man story usually seemed angry, because GB didn’t fall for their bullshit. But we all get it in the end. We get snatched up buy one or more of these traps. Often, they are not fatal. Just a minor setback. Maybe a major setback. Maybe it doesn’t kill you.
“You’d be surprised what you can live through.”
We’re right back to the Cosmic Game. Recognize the game. And this is where we get all Cosmic Representative on you.
Your allies are not of this realm. We call it Universe, Uni for short, but it doesn’t matter what you call it. You must strengthen that connection and use it to guide you through your journey. To bring you what you need, and even desire. To be what you desire. But we’re not preaching sermons here. Just reminders. I’m just a vagabond gingerbread dude. We’ve navigated the forests, the deserts, the tundras, and the urban jungles. We’ve made moves, made mistakes, and made wins. You’ve done the same. I think this statement qualifies as “truth.”
The struggle is real, We respect your struggle.
There might be more to come, but for now, we will take a break.
[The Next Morning.]
The “more” which was expected to “come,” did not arrive. We didn’t “white-out.” We blacked out. What’s the difference? For your humble scribbler, “white-out” means blank. Nothing comes to mind. Black-out means there’s too much. Too much to sort through and organize. We could distill nothing from the sludge.
We’ve much to do today. But first we must get this piece “processed,” proofed, recorded and posted. Another day of the Vagabond’s journey. Indeed, the first day.
Stay sane, stay strong, stay safe, stay savvy, stay serene, stay sovereign, stay subscribed.
PEACE.