Have you heard the rain this morning? It’s crazy! It’s that temperate rainforest type I promised you. Those drops are bigger than prairie hailstones and coming down just as hard. If you went out there you’d be soaked to the skin in seconds just the same as if you’d stepped into the queen’s own power shower. I’ll just turn the dishwasher off here so you can listen to it better. It’s almost as if the drops are striking your eardrums, right? I actually like it, I find it soothing. If I close my eyes and lie on the couch its as good as a massage for my brain; all my anxiety is stopped in its tracks, oozing away as slow as the springtime melts. You look dry though! How ever did you manage that? No matter, don’t answer, I’m not that bothered.
We’re quite alone right now - it’s just you, me and the dirty breakfast dishes. The kids are at school already, you should have seen them go all togged up in rain jackets and umbrellas. I was going to give them rides but the school is just so close and the traffic so bad in the mornings that it’s actually quicker to walk. I do hope their feet stayed dry, look at that water on the street. Come over to the window, you’ll see it way better. It’s a shallow river over the tarmac, we get that so much here. Did I say it’s a temperate rainforest here? Oh, I did? Well, the kids do say I repeat myself a lot, maybe they’re right after all!
Thanks for looking more solid today; it’s kinda creepy when I can see through you. Did you sleep well? Had breakfast yet? We can’t go walking like we planned, or rather, I don’t want to. Let’s go when the weather cooperates, k? Why don’t you tell me something about yourself, I’d love to know you a bit better. Hmmm. Silent type, eh? Well, tell me one of your fears, you can’t expect me to let you into my head without giving anything away. Plus, it will make us feel way more connected, you might even like telling me something. Hang, on, don’t worry. I’m getting a strong feeling right now.
You fear losing the love in your life, fear being abandoned and misunderstood. There’s a lot of fear in you actually, mostly manifesting as anxiety and pain. You find the world confusing. You know it’s messed up and you don’t know what to do about it. You feel powerless to make a difference. Don’t say anything, you don’t have to. I can tell from your face that it’s true. That’s why you came to see me, isn’t it? Of course. I can help you if you stick around, it takes a while to undo the damage of years of mis-education, and even then the most likely outcome is that you’ll slip back into your old ways. That’s why I’m making a transcript of our time together, something for you to reread and something for others to learn from too. Some can’t reach me like you do, their minds just aren’t ready yet. So you see, just by being here you’re doing something great. I knew you were someone special from the start, I just knew! The Creator is going to help me to help you, He guided me, now I can guide you mostly on my own - but he’ll chip in if He needs to. He loves you too. Don’t worry about if you believe in Him or not, like I said before, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is waking up and learning how to stay awake. So my task is very enjoyable. I get to spend time with you and show you how a person who has been awakened sees things. So relax, this is going to be awesome. You don’t mind me carrying on with the dishes do you? It’s so good to have a clean kitchen. Do you mind if I have a coffee? Maybe you can get one wherever your body really is. I don’t think feeding you anything will work.
You have that look again, what’s your question? What are we doing today? Well, we could talk about that family tension you’re having right now, but that might take a while and we have so much to cover. We’re going to talk mostly, but I need a couple of props. Hang on...turn your back for a moment. The element of surprise is everything! Now turn back, but quietly. Do you see the kitten in my hands? Say “hello” to Kitty. She’s still so small isn’t she? I only just got her. Nine weeks old is all. Listen, you can hear her little meow, so newborn, right? I love the way she feels, that downy tabby fur, softer than any commercial toy. I’ll bring her closer so you can see her eyes, bluer than glacier water aren't they. If you look closer still you can see the faint brighter stripes in her irises, they remind me of spring grass. And her whiskers, so white and soft. When she trots along her tail is right up in the air. I adore her. There’s a knife over there, would you like to kill her? Any way you like, what’s your fancy?
You’re shocked I know. That’s our western culture. Some animals are pets and others are food, largely depending on how cute they are. I’m glad you chose not to. If you didn't feel a little sick inside I'd have to ask you to leave. I wouldn't have let you harm her anyway. I already told you, I adore her. What kind of monster do you think I am? I feed her milk and she has a velvet pillow I found at the thrift store, she's spoilt really. Sometime this week we'll get her a scratching post…
On the counter over there is a large gold coin, heavy, worth a thousand dollars. If you can have it, if you kill Kitty. What are you going to do now? No, don’t tell me, there’s more to this. Let’s say you chose not to kill Kitty for the coin (we’ll assume you’re well fed and affluent enough to resist). Ready for round two?
This time if you kill Kitty you get ten coins of pure gold… now a hundred coins… now a million coins. Kitty gets it right? You’ve killed her now, I know you have. Lucky for Kitty she’s really here, in my reality, and you aren’t, so she get’s a saucer of milk. I know all the justifications. With that gold I could pay for an operation my mother needs, food for a month for my whole family or I’d never have to work again! The principle you’ve accepted,is that Kitty is worth less than money. If I’m honest, if my kids needed something vital, life or death type situation, I’d kill her too. But at that point it’s a life vs life choice, not a life vs money greed situation.
Let’s move on to round three, and don’t worry about Kitty, she’s very happy with her milk as you can see. She loves the whole milk best, so creamy. We can throw yarn for her later. Alright already, stop looking at me like I’ve cracked, and no, I don’t want meds. Let’s press on. Now take whatever sum of money you decided to kill Kitty at (I know you did). Now the question is would you kill Kitty and ten other kittens for it? A hundred other kittens? A million other kittens? A hundred million kittens (and Kitty)? At some point you said “no,” right? I hope you did because at some point you’ll realise the “Kitty” dilemma is a micro-model for the entire earth. At what price will you decide to cook the planet? For most folks right now there is no price at all, they do it for free, they pay to do it in fact with “convenience” lifestyles, but I digress again. Let’s get back to Kitty. At some point the life of the kittens was worth more than the cash; but what about Kitty? Why wasn’t she worth saving all on her own, just for her? That’s the thing about philosophy, we have to follow ideas to their logical conclusions. If at some point life out weighed money, then it always should. If money outweighs life, then it always should, and as barbaric as that sounds, it’s where humanity has been heading for a long time.
Ready for the next round? Now we aren’t talking about Kitty. Now it’s you. I know where you are right now, you know I do and I’ve been paid a dollar to kill you with some cheese wire. A dollar? How silly, not enough money, right? That’s what I said too. I said I wouldn’t consider it for less than ten million. Then I’ll get my cat suit on, pick up a pistol and climb in your window tonight... Just kidding! I could be offered any amount of power or money and you (and Kitty) would be perfectly safe, so stop fading away already, I already told you I don’t like it when you go so transparent. Have some backbone! Plus I said I like you, will you try to remember what I say? It’s important.
Anyway, in the words of Bob Marley, “Life is worth much more than gold, neither can be bought or sold.” I accept that life is sacred and worth more than money, which means that I can’t be paid or bribed to kill either of you. Money isn’t even real, not bank account digits anyway, why would you be worth less than fictitious digits? Crazy, right?! Now we’re back to our last conclusion - if life is worth more than money then it always is. If your life is worth more than a cent, it’s worth more than all the money man can invent. There can never be another you, that's how special you are.
So why so much talk about Kitty? Why all this? Well, anyone not awakened is a "sleeper" a "modern zombie" and they all choose money over life every day. When money is worth more than life we build factories that pollute the planet so that a few people can be billionaires. We buy factory farmed meat instead of eating mostly plants and having ethical meat less often. As nations we hoard food while others starve - just because they can't pay for it we'll let it rot. Putting money before life leads to the factory farming animals as sacred as our beloved pets. It leads to big pharma demanding hundreds of dollars for a vaccine that cost them two dollars to make, holding us all to ransom so that they can line the pockets of their share holders. It leads banks to gather billions of dollars and use their influences to get richer at the expense of both developing countries and the average citizen struggling to make ends meet. It means we could solve world hunger for a fraction of what we spend on war but we don’t. Money comes first every time. And if you think you don’t have what it takes to save Kitty, I’m going to introduce you to someone who knows you better than that. But you'll have to be quiet, they're quite shy.
Look, look toward the kitchen door, it’s you! You at two years old. You’re so cute! Look at those chubby cheeks, the little legs moving like a clockwork toy. I love those clothes, so fashionable for back then. Stay quiet now, I’m going to ask your toddler self to choose between saving Kitty and taking the money. You’re younger self is listening and your little eyes don’t even more than flick at the cold yellow metal on the table; you only have eyes for Kitty. See how smart you are? You already know that life is sacred, it’s just that you got reprogrammed with all the wrong stuff by our greedy and insecure culture. But don’t worry, we’re going to fix you. But incase you are still thinking saving Kitty is silly, let’s move on further.
Okay, let’s say you killed Kitty for one hundred million dollars, cold hard cash. Now, with no access to cats of any kind, except the remains of Kitty, make me a kitten. In fact, not just any kitten, bring Kitty back to life. If you can, you win a billion dollars and you can be ruler of the world, immortal too. What are you waiting for? Bring Kitty back. Can’t be hard, you are so rich! All I want is Kitty and I’ll leave you in charge of the planet. You can hire anyone you want. Your new employees may get Kitty’s DNA, put it in the egg of some other species and after much effort and sweat, there is a kitten of sorts. How clever people are now! But there’s a problem. It still isn’t Kitty, just like I could clone you into an army and still there would only be one you. So for money, you destroyed something you cannot replace. It’s the same choice you make when you buy a trinket at the mall, or any product, you don’t need. You are paying to destroy the entire planet, not just Kitty, but all the whales, all the dolphins, all the cats, dogs and humans too. You’re paying to destroy billions of lives, not just human, plus all the plants. But I’m too sensitive right?
Silly me. I am crazy after all, but unless someone can prove it I guess I’ll carry on my God given mission without the hinderance of a straight jacket and a chemical cocktail for my brain. Did I tell you about the time I ran barefoot through the forest in my nightclothes because I knew for a fact that the demons were after me, chasing me? What a damp evening that was, almost twilight too, quite rough underfoot. Funny story, now that it’s old. I didn’t laugh much at the time though. It was as enjoyable as being chased by an axe wielding murderer. I can still feel the way my heart almost exploded with the strain and my lungs felt like they’d been given an acid bath. And then there was the psyc nurse “gang rape” at the end of it, clothes ripped off, male onlookers, forced face down for an injection. Remember to ask me about it later, we can giggle about it over some decaf coffee, it’s all I drink. Can you imagine this brain on caffeine, holy crap, I’d be burning holes in the carpet just by running around so fast. Anyway, enough of that. I’m a bit tired now and the kids will be home soon. Isn’t anyone missing you yet? Don’t you need to go home? What did you say? I can’t get much volume out of you.
You’re asking if we're talking about Kitty tomorrow? Oh no, not at all. You can see her though, she’ll be so happy when you come back. Tomorrow you get to meet a dear old friend of mine, Dakota. Take care now and if you remember that life is more important than money, you’ll be more “awake” than most people you know. Have a great sleep. Just let yourself fade away, I’m sure you’ll be back home in a jiffy. There, you’re already looking more ghostly, bye! Same time tomorrow!