FUD
05.1.2020 | tm leonard “What happens when totalitarian governments devolve citizen surveillance programs and discover a vaccine for C-19?” Zeynep asked her mother - the mother of all answers.
“Don’t worry my sweet,” said her neurotic mama-san living in bliss, “media, politicians and bankers will invent new improved fake fears.
“They will create problems, spin them for ADD sheep and try to sell us solutions. Ha, ha, ha.
“The joke is on them. They play us for fools and idiots. Anyone questioning authority is imprisoned for life, hauls shit in a Re-Education through Labor camp, is stoned to death, waterboarded, exiled or beheaded with a jeweled word sword. No worries my sweet. The manufacturing sector will rebound when shelves are empty. We’ll always have sugar and we can always go shopping. We shop to reduce our anxiety, a low level of fear. We buy things to make us feel better. It's a temporary fix like religion or Xanax. Take two and call me in the morning.”
“How long will it take until people wake up and pay attention?” said Zeynep.
“Hard to say. Some will some won’t.”
“Self-awareness and authenticity are essential. Letting go scares the shit out of people.”
“Learning to let go is learning to live. They suffer from FUD,” said her mother, twisting her hair until it caught fire.
“What is FUD?”
“Fear, uncertainty and doubt. They are internal psychological/emotional gyroscopes. A human’s first question is, Is it safe? Will it help me or hurt me? FUD are hunger angels with a vengeance.”
“How long has FUD been going on?”
“You ask many questions child,” fanning her daughter’s flame. “A long time. A Century is Nothing.”
“That’s the title of Omar's non-linear book, more like a jazz poem. Few read it. Fewer understood it. So it goes. It’s essential to cultivate humor and curiosity.” said Z. “What about adventure and surprise?”
“Adventure and surprise are life. You see the BIG picture. Talk is cheap. Character is action. Senses and language cannot be trusted.”
“I want to know the truth mother. Living safely is dangerous.”
“The truth,” she said, “is that life is an absurd comic process. If you laugh you last. Our illusionary insecurities and real authenticities evolve. Life is a celebration, a dance and process of becoming. It is a beautiful harsh short messy dream come true. It’s magic. We adapt, adjust and evolve. There’s no rhyme or reason. Life is not a career, it’s a game. Existence precedes essence. We are flukes of the universe. We have a one-way ticket. We feel peace in our heart-mind with gratitude. Wonder, abundance, and compassion. Help others realize their higher self.”
“We are stardust. We trust our power and our song. Let’s go and play now. Take the day off and be creative.”
“Yes, let’s invent a game theory my darling daughter. It’s called mindfulness. Mindfulness gives you time. Time gives you choices. Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. You don’t have to be swept away by your feelings. You can respond with wisdom and kindness rather than habit and reactivity.”
“I shared your wisdom earlier in this wandering tale.”
“Yes, you did. Telepathy. Reading about mindfulness it is one thing. Living it is something else.”
Holding hands they came out of the world.
