The Sequel to The Children of Zol

Courteous Reader. This is a story about a man and a cast of strange characters who find themselves caught in an adventure mystery.

For reference, the hero of the story is the alleged author of The Children of Zol which is a Novella about a culture of people who have become addicted to their electronic devices. The Children of Zol can be accessed by following the link on the right or by clicking here.

Many thanks for reading!



Monday 27 December 2010

Chapter Twenty Nine. Walking a Mile in Another Man's Donut Addiction



Walking a Mile in Another Man's Donut Addiction

Derby had been left in a chasm. He was alone in a vacuum. Alone except  for endless chatter in the vast space of his mind. He wandered and drifted. He dreamt and pondered. So many stones to look under. So much to uncover. But mostly he realized he had so much to let go of.

It was a temptation to cling to beliefs, this desire to solve the problems, this conviction of the "I, me, mine" which restricted his freedom. "Who is Derby Joshua Clearwater Ripley? To thine own self be true. Without thinking of good or evil what is your original nature AT THIS MOMENT!? Return to the original uncarved block. Simplify.

Remember the analogy about the horse. We sit atop a horse. A horse of great power and agility. The horse will sometimes run. If allowed the horse will fly on the wind at great speed as if totally unencumbered. When the horse runs out of control, it is easy for us to think we ARE the horse. After enough time of allowing the horse to run free, we can even forget that we sit atop the horse with reins in our hands. The horse is not us. We control the horse.

Umpa had downloaded the "value pack"  to Derby of how mankind had gotten to this point. He delivered his "La lecture de la creme" through the night and Derby eventually slept. When he awoke he couldn't find his body. He couldn't find the room where Umpa had left him.

He had everything he always had had. Total recall of his memories, complete control of his mind. But no senses. He sniffed, or tried to, but there was no sniffer and no smells. His taste buds had never deceived him. "I'll discover the flavor of this state of affairs," he told himself, "and know where I am."

So he tried to smack his lips and move his tongue, but he soon found he had neither, nor were there flavors waiting to be tasted, if he could find his mouth. He looked around but quickly realized he had no eyes to see and nothing to lay eyes onto. He reached out to find anything to touch, in case he was just temporarily blinded, but he had no finger tips because he had no fingers, nor hands or arms, and besides, there was nothing to grab onto. He paused to be very very still. "Listen," he told himself. "Surely there is something to hear!" But no, nothing. No drumming and no ear drum. Just a blank sheet. And a mind. He imagined himself falling backwards onto the emptiness of this void. He drifted once again into the space that allowed him to return to a body. He dreamt that he was a man.

"Hello Derby," said the passenger on the train, who sat next to him in his dream.

"Hello," replied Derby as he sized up the fellow next to him. "Are you dreaming too or have I created you?," he asked earnestly.

"Everything is of your own making," said the stranger. "Your reality is a lesson meant for you. You can imagine having influence and you can choose to act nobly. But the reason for your feet is not for the footprints they leave behind but for walking."

"And what of your feet kind stranger?," asked Derby of his dreamed up traveling companion. "Where are they taking you today?"

"Whereever you lead us Derby. I'm with you!," assured the stranger to our hero.

"Well then, to the donut shop!," suggested Derby, who had a craving for a dozen fresh glazed rounds of fried dough.
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3 comments:

  1. donna24 February 2011 at 07:50

    I really like where this is going. My church is Unity (some call it a cult - lol! Those not being able to think for themselves - who's religion has told them what to think and what to believe). I have read many Wayne Dyer books, been to his lectures, others with the same message. Looking forward to more of Derby's travels into self awareness. I did not have a donut in the house as I sat down to read with my coffee. I had to settle for wheat toast. Just not the same : ( Tried licking the screen to no satisfaction!!

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  2. Jo24 February 2011 at 08:20

    "the reason for our footprint is not for the footprints they leave behind..."

    My father used to put it in a similar way; "It doesn't matter who your ancestors were or what they did...never look back at them, but look ahead to where you want to be."

    I also love the thought, "He dreamt that he was a man."

    Stop posting pictures of donuts, please.

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  3. Cat or Dog24 February 2011 at 10:21

    Thank you Donna and Jo. There may be others lurking and even someone who has read the serial up to date (doubted), but you two are very generous to return.

    Donna, thanks for mentioning Unity. It shows that you notice something lies beneath the surface of this fantasy action adventure. Much of the source material that Dr. Dyer turns to is also of the most influence in my cosmology. When you get to know me well enough you'll hear me repeat my mantra, that I'm a student and not a teacher...a 57 year old spiritual apprentice, is the way I like to put it.

    Jo, thanks for pointing out the two most important concepts in the chapter. I doubt if more donuts will show up but I'll continue to hope for more food for the soul.

    Cheers!

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