On Finding The Pony

I like a story that became the theme for a short story that I came across many years ago.  I forget the details; but let’s say that it was about a young boy who was having troubles in life but was still optimistic, and when it came time for his birthday, in a particularly difficult time of his life, and he opened the door to his room and found it chock full of shit, he immediately exclaimed: ‘Yay!  In all this shit, there must be a pony!’ 

I’m not sure that things could get worse than they are now.  Well, yes; on reflection on various times in the past, they could.  But in the way of falling away from any sense of a larger Reality than this one,  it’s hard to imagine that it could be any more comprehensive.  There isn’t an area of life that isn’t permeated with a sense of, in a word, rebellion.  Rebellion, against all of ‘the old,’ and a belief in ‘a new’.  But ‘a new’ - right now; in The Process - of the likes of totalitarian Power Over Others.  Or POO for short.  

The negative side of the likes of the story above.

I’d like us to stop and think for a moment.  What If…

What If the world were suddenly hydrated with a huge amount of money for everybody on the planet.  What do you think would happen to our attitudes towards each other?  If we all had a lot of money, we would’’t need to look on each other as a competitor for scarce goods and services.  There would be enough for everybody, and available to everybody, in a ‘state’ - physically and mentally - of Abundance.  Now, you are undoubtedly thinking, ‘Right - the old utopian idea of the socialists’.  But that’s not what I’m talking about.

I’m talking about the feeling that lies behind ‘the old utopian idea of socialism’.  The feeling, of all of us, in this, together.

‘In this’: Life.

Physical life.

Why wouldn’t we treat each other kindly, and even with a sense of joy?? 

The joy

of the Reality.

Behind the Play that we are in. 

As in a classroom.  For learning lessons. 

But let’s say that it was time to graduate from this class.  And even, now, from elementary school itself.

Remember the feeling?  Graduating from elementary school - and ready for what was called Junior High School in my day and is called Middle School in this day??  Being one of the bigger kids, now??? 

That’s a fair description of where we are at, now.  As Humans.  In

the Play.

Just think about that feeling.  Of being ‘one of the bigger kids now’.  

And with the same innate joy of the young boy who could look on a roomful of shit, and see

the gift of

a pony.