<Sunday Evening Sermon>
Last night I was abducted. "By aliens?" you say. Oh, heavens no! I was abducted by creatures far more sinister than aliens. I was abducted by a cult of religious fanatics. Last night, during one of my REM cycles, that is. I'm still trying to understand the significance of my "abduction" experience. Why me? What did they want from me! Why did they want to brainwash me to their way of thinking, a POV that is so alien to my own! I was outraged! What gave them the right to abduct me in the first place! It was terrifying and humiliating. I felt a pervasive sense of sadness and powerlessness. In Freudian terms I'll probably need twenty years of intensive psychotherapy to uncover all the buried sources remembered from my childhood, from my parents and siblings, primal experiences that must be behind the makings of such a horrific dream. In Jungian terms I'll probably need to keep a dream diary for twenty years in order discuss the ramifications of my personification of the anima and animus. After all, in my dream, interpreting it in Jungian terms, the women who belonged to this nameless cult were perceived as starry-eyed illogical emotional creatures whose only desire was to save my soul, to baptize me in the blinding light of the Lord. The men on the other hand were perceived as emotionless calculating creatures possessing only one objective: to be in control of everything and everyone. At one point I yelled out that they might as well kill me rather than have them continue their attempts to "save" me. I got the distinct impression that some of the men were seriously calculating the ramifications of that option. Fortunately, I woke up before they finished running all the equations. But what will do tonight! What might I say to my abductors should I confront them again. Will I continue to feel disgusted, frightened, alienated by what appears to be sinister attempts to gain control over my soul? Ultimately, I think all of the characters portrayed in my abduction experience were trying to tell me that there are other options other than feeling trapped. There are always options. Perhaps tonight I'll partake of a warm bath. I'll float a rubber ducky on the surface and zone out for a spell. Later I'll have some graham crackers and down them with a glass of warm chocolate milk. Then... later in the evening when once again I encounter my next abduction experience with the evil religious cult, I'll manifest a paintbrush from out of my back pocket. Maybe I'll paint a door at the back of my prison cell. Maybe I'll allow myself to open that door. Maybe I'll even allow myself to walk through the confinements of what I currently appear to be experiencing. </Sunday Evening Sermon> Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson www.OrionWorks.com www.zazzle.com/orionworks
