**The other story that goes with this one is called "The Dancing Bug" - the two are about psychopathy but told as fairy tales.**
Once upon a time there was a bug, a nasty bug with a sickly greenish yellow exoskeleton and six sticky hands. Last time he danced we thought we had killed him, right? But that skeleton of his is thicker than a bullet proof vest. Don’t worry, he will be dead by the end of the story dear children. Opps! I did it again! I am so bad at keeping story tension but if you’d like to read on about how someone really bad got their just deserts please do enjoy the tale of the bug who tried (and failed) to dance again.
It wasn’t long after we thought we’d squished the bug that he crawled away, injured but alive into the darkness and shadows to heal. Healing took a while since real healing takes love and the bug didn’t know how to do it. Selfishness isn’t the same thing as loving yourself and he thought it was, oh dear.
When he healed enough to move he moved his disfigured form back into the light and saw that people were trying to recover. “Damn it” he said and stomped all six feet, “the children they love so much are wearing super hero t-shirts! I don’t want them to love their children into wellness and let them play, then how can I have my fun! It’s not fair!” He stamped again and pouted. Then he had another buggy idea.
The children were looking well but we all know the teenage years can be rocky, he figured that out in a twink and felt the sickly surge of joy all over again. He smiled in a way that would make any warm blooded creature just as cold as this nasty filthy bug and rubbed his forelegs together with glee. In the teenage years he would convince them that they weren’t heroes at all. He would make industries to tell them they were fat, lazy, vapid and dumb. Instead of being empowered like they were as three year olds, they would be told that the world was a rough uncaring place full of wicked people, he would bombard them with the worst news in the world instead of hope. “Yes! He thought, I must kill hope!” These horrid kids must learn that only way out of drudgery and boredom was being a celebrity or winning the lottery. Then he sat back to devise his plans.
I should point out here that this bug was mean because he couldn’t feel love. It is our sixth sense but not his. But while that is sad for him, we really can’t let awful bugs like this run the world, look at what they do. Anyway, like I always say dear children, this is a world where nice guys finish first and love heals. It’s just that the proof can be hard for folks to accept.
Anyway, what happened to the bug? The parents of the children realised what was going on and they put the bug in a hospital and tried to love him well. It didn’t work for the bug, like I said before, love is only medicine for people, it’s poison to a bug! He died. Then all the mothers and fathers who were strongest in the power of love set about fixing all the bad things the bug had done like inventing the money system that caused mass starvation and slavery. But that my loves, is a story for another day. The important part to remember is that once the parents saw the bug their own inner natures, their God given moral compasses, guided them to make the world more heavenly for everyone. It was a world where the genius of a dancer is as respected as the genius of a mathematician… but again that’s another story for another day. Sleep tight. xxx
Once upon a time there was a bug, a nasty bug with a sickly greenish yellow exoskeleton and six sticky hands. Last time he danced we thought we had killed him, right? But that skeleton of his is thicker than a bullet proof vest. Don’t worry, he will be dead by the end of the story dear children. Opps! I did it again! I am so bad at keeping story tension but if you’d like to read on about how someone really bad got their just deserts please do enjoy the tale of the bug who tried (and failed) to dance again.
It wasn’t long after we thought we’d squished the bug that he crawled away, injured but alive into the darkness and shadows to heal. Healing took a while since real healing takes love and the bug didn’t know how to do it. Selfishness isn’t the same thing as loving yourself and he thought it was, oh dear.
When he healed enough to move he moved his disfigured form back into the light and saw that people were trying to recover. “Damn it” he said and stomped all six feet, “the children they love so much are wearing super hero t-shirts! I don’t want them to love their children into wellness and let them play, then how can I have my fun! It’s not fair!” He stamped again and pouted. Then he had another buggy idea.
The children were looking well but we all know the teenage years can be rocky, he figured that out in a twink and felt the sickly surge of joy all over again. He smiled in a way that would make any warm blooded creature just as cold as this nasty filthy bug and rubbed his forelegs together with glee. In the teenage years he would convince them that they weren’t heroes at all. He would make industries to tell them they were fat, lazy, vapid and dumb. Instead of being empowered like they were as three year olds, they would be told that the world was a rough uncaring place full of wicked people, he would bombard them with the worst news in the world instead of hope. “Yes! He thought, I must kill hope!” These horrid kids must learn that only way out of drudgery and boredom was being a celebrity or winning the lottery. Then he sat back to devise his plans.
I should point out here that this bug was mean because he couldn’t feel love. It is our sixth sense but not his. But while that is sad for him, we really can’t let awful bugs like this run the world, look at what they do. Anyway, like I always say dear children, this is a world where nice guys finish first and love heals. It’s just that the proof can be hard for folks to accept.
Anyway, what happened to the bug? The parents of the children realised what was going on and they put the bug in a hospital and tried to love him well. It didn’t work for the bug, like I said before, love is only medicine for people, it’s poison to a bug! He died. Then all the mothers and fathers who were strongest in the power of love set about fixing all the bad things the bug had done like inventing the money system that caused mass starvation and slavery. But that my loves, is a story for another day. The important part to remember is that once the parents saw the bug their own inner natures, their God given moral compasses, guided them to make the world more heavenly for everyone. It was a world where the genius of a dancer is as respected as the genius of a mathematician… but again that’s another story for another day. Sleep tight. xxx