I’m exhausted. I’m tired from not doing stuff. I’m worn out from not being excited.
I can fly but I don’t do it. I stopped doing it because I didn’t want to show off. I didn’t want to make people feel inadequate. At least that was a rationale that I found living in my head.
How did that rationale get there? When did I choose to clip my own wings? I can fly like you can in your dreams. It’s not that dog paddle flying, where you struggle against the gravitational pull, flailing arms and legs and needing a running start and a slope completely free of objects because the struggle to get a little air is so all consuming that you can’t steer the wimpy momentum to keep you from crashing into whatever just happens to be there.
No, I can take off like smoke from a damp bonfire. I can be hurled into the sky with no effort other than the notion that I’m going to do it. I can zip from one place to another like a cursor on the command of a finger.
Problem is I can only do it when no one is looking, or when everyone that is looking knows I can do it, because they know that they can do it too.
The telephone came out around the same time that people in large numbers were realizing that we could communicate over time and space with our minds if we just decided to do it.
Cinema came at a time when the storytellers of the world had evolved to the point where well-crafted tales were inspiring people to hatch out of the shells of political and religious dogma. Much easier to fall under the spell of Hollywood magick spectacles and worship the worthless flesh and bone stars that liked to play make believe so that we poor huddled masses had a glimmer of light in our little lives.
The secret wisdom of the witches and the wizards was hemorrhaging into the collective when those lazy bastards the Wright brothers distracted everyone with their toy planes. And we neglected to check in with the subtle nature of the human spirit as we plummeted into servitude as a race of spectators that just went to work and saved our pennies so that we could shovel them at the hacks that liked to tell us that we are so much less interesting than they are.
I found myself sitting in front of my very slick glowing typewriter scanning the web for the thinnest thread of information that might dangle into my busy lifestyle and inspire me to believe that the human endeavor was worth continuing in this world where options become products, and the spell of mind control is sold to us as Chaos.
“Oh yes, the world has gone crazy, and mad men want to kill you, but don’t worry, we’ll protect you, just crawl under our thumb and you’ll be safe.”
Don’t tell people they can fly, you idiot! Or you’ll be responsible for the poor fools jumping out of windows to their death. Fuck those people. As bill hicks said, “You don’t see ducks taking elevators to the top floor to try their first shot and catching air.” If people are dumb enough to think they should give it a go from the top floor instead of lifting off from the ground, let em go. I’ll gladly volunteer to scrape their worthless bodies of the pavement rather than having to negotiate the bastards trudging around on the streets and blabbering on about what the shadow puppets say life is all about.
No, I trust that people will try it out in their yard first, or the park, or the open mic, or with a mentor that has done it before them and can give them a pointer or two. I’m not the only one that can fly. Some of you can do it too. I’ve seen it, and you know what I’m talking about. The secret is out. You don’t have to keep it to yourself anymore. I can fly, and you can fly, and we can get together and catch the breeze when we feel like it.
I have the perfect place for it. You can feel free to come and spread your wings at my little place outside town. My rates are reasonable… You know, I can’t afford to provide this service for free, But I have an easy payment plan and discount rates for groups. The more people that you can bring to my little patch of freedom, the cheaper the rate for you, friend.
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