ADDICTED TO A FALSE REALITY by Cathy D. Slaght
Yesterday a friend read the intro to the newest Fractal Fairy Tale and said only a TWISTED mind could come up with such stuff.
I wasn’t offended. After all, she was laughing.
Plus, I realized I like that term, TWISTED - being twisted could help break a serious addiction.
(In this current FFT you will see that the heroine is addicted to grilled cheeses. She doesn’t feel too bad about it, because she believes many others are addicted to WORSE THINGS, such as alcohol, drugs, porn…)
But none of these are the WORST addiction.
The WORST is addiction to a false reality.
Many false realities have been created by those who understand the dynamics of the human energy system.
What if being twisted is a GOOD thing, because it helps bring in this realization?
What if it gives the courage to break out?
Of course, you may already be twisted. The numbers ARE growing.
So - here’s Chapter 2
THE ADVENTURES OF HER KIMER
HER was employed as a live mannequin.
From 10-10, 6 days a week… (most able- bodied people put in such hours. It was the only way they could afford to worship the two gods) …
… she stood in the window of GRILLED CHEESE BLISS, holding up a grilled cheese, looking at it in a state of rapture, like the GRILLED CHEESE GIRL on the Reality Panels.
Part of her compensation involved having all the grilled cheeses she could eat! They were becoming an addition- but everybody was addicted to SOMETHING! She wasn’t drinking or doing DRUGS- she wasn’t tuning into the 24- hour porn station- it was just FOOD!
But one night, at 10 pm, when she entered the kitchen to get her take--home sandwich, she noticed a small quartz sphere sitting on top of a slice of cheese.
It seemed to be twinkling at her.
Working with crystals could be a ticket to the CONSPIRATORIUM- but HER had recently read about them in the Tunnel of Time, and was intrigued. She slipped the sphere in her pocket. Then she grabbed a sandwich and headed for her apartment.
She walked, of course. Gasoline had been outlawed years back. Only electrical transportation was legal. Turned out, though, there wasn’t enough electricity for all the cars needed. The Miracle Workers had pointed out that any extra electricity would have to be made by dirty filthy coal. THAT was EEWIE, they explained.
So, everybody but the MWs walked.
It was okay, Smart Phones kept them entertained along the way. They could talk with friends via the various social networks, and there was plenty of music! It always had a great BEAT – you could listen as you walked, to mesmerizing lyrics such as…
“My Days be NUMBRED/I will just SLUMBRED or F* all you others/ You ain’t my brothers…”
Once in her apartment, HER pulled the sphere from her pocket, and slipped it beneath the bed pillow.
It was 11 pm by then, and she was tired, but always ate her sandwich while watching The Daily Dose of Hate Show. It was hosted by a beloved Miracle Worker comedian who, through humor, validated all the reasons people had to be filled with rage.
Finally, it was time for bed… maybe a quick visit to the Tunnel ...
Today’s scan- etheric, not physical
We're still working on yesterday’s theme - Yang Organ Disharmony
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