Fairy Tale Spotlight: The Narrative

If man can write a book and create a narrative for it, so can our very lives be in tune to a narrative all its own. We can close our eyes and think about the events of this world as if being narrated by someone. We can see the words as if written in our minds but on a page. These words are permanent and immutable and not subjective at all, but they can only be heard if you are really trying to listen.

And I suppose we all "listen" to some degree. We all want to understand some of it. Maybe not all of it. It's a lot to take in. We step aside and take in other narratives from time to time. Fiction is a good place to spend our time. Through the suspension of disbelief, we can give ourselves temporarily to a falsehood and even perhaps learn from it. But by the end of it, we have to come back to reality.

I suggested at one time that the narrative of the history of the world had been written by God himself. You do not need to know who he is, only that someone out there is writing it. But what a strange thing it would be if the universe and all things in it were being written by someone from within. What if Charlie down the street was the author of your life and everything in it? Wouldn't that be peculiar?

Of course, I really wouldn't understand how someone from the inside would have that sort of power. By power, I mean that he could have the ability to shape the world around you as a truth. But it seems to me that a lot of people on this planet are willing enough to listen to Charlie... or whatever his name is. They are perfectly satisfied to let Charlie, Arnold, or Bill write the reality they they exist in. They allow Robert, Jackie, and Tim to give them shape to the up-ways, the down-ways, and the every-way that is the world they live in. Truth and consciousness can all be defined by the stroke of a pen or simply by speaking the words themselves.

Of course, all these names are fairly randomized to make a point. These are just people, you see. They have their own beliefs and agendas. They want things. They desire only that you listen to their inner-worldly interpretations... most of which I am sure they are quite proud of. But I would warn against letting one of the world take licence of a narrative to a world of which they currently take residence in. You see, unless they can look from the outside in... how in the world are they going to assess it properly?

I really don't think they can, if I could be honest.

But I do see that there are those here on planet Earth that think they can write their own narratives, and there are many who seem wont to sign up for it. And they naturally have the right to do this. But here is my problem: The narrative was entirely palpable without their help. I never needed these people. I can't even say for certain if the narrative comes from God or a god. I only assume it does because I can't think of any better explanation. How could anything so wonderfully organized just happen? How could a story so grand just randomly print upon a page? And why is it so visible to me through all this fog of war?

There is a narrative out there which is pristine and entirely lacking in all internal interference. It has been there since the beginning of time. It continues... and someday I think it will come to and end. The question is, are you listening to this narrative, or are you letting someone else explain their interpretation of it? You are entirely free to do either.

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