Murder on the Dance Floor, by Kirsten Macdonald

There was a Greek man who had a way with words. Pre: warning this is a long one, so pull up a comfy chair and a beverage. It’s about to get real, ponderings or wafflings of Kirsten- you decide…

 

Anyway back to the Greek dude, he had this cool story about a Cave. It has challenged humans for hundreds of years and inspired them, like a never-ending piece of string. As an endearing Ogre once said, “there are layers.” For those that don’t know, here is the lowdown. We welcome Plato to Ponderings.

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There is a cave with three prisoners tied to the roof and cannot look at anything but the cave wall in front of them. They have been there since birth never seeing outside the cave.

 

Unbeknownst to them, behind them, there is a fire. Between the prisoners and the light of the fire is a walkway. People walk along this walkway with all sorts of objects as well as small animals etc., like dogs and rodents.

 

As the people walk past, their shadows projected onto the wall in front of the prisoners. Imagine if this were you- if you had never seen these people, objects or animals before you would believe that the shadows of these things are ‘real.’

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The prisoners play a guessing game; each one guesses what they are seeing and give it a name. The best guess according to them becomes the holder of all answers to nature.

 

One day the chains holding one of the prisoners becomes brittle and breaks, the prisoner then escapes and leaves the cave.

 

Shocked by what he sees outside,  he does not believe it can be real.

 

As he becomes accustomed to his new surroundings, he ponders on if the shadows were real or if this world he sees is real. An intellectual journey ensues. He understands that his life in the cave was useless and the guessing game was pointless. He sees that the light is the source of life.

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The prisoner returns to the cave to tell the other prisoners of his findings. Instead of listening to his voice of reason, the other prisoners threaten him with violence and death if he tries to set them free.

Interesting…

2018 is coming to an end. There are susurrations in the world alluding to the breaking of chains. Can you sense it?

Let’s be honest here, looking into the light and stepping into the metaphoric sun could scorch your arse, who are we kidding? It is a bit of whoa and a whole lot of hanging onto your bums; this ride is going to be big. You in?

What if instead of making a New Year’s resolution you make a daily one?

What if each morning you choose to be very observant so when the opportunity to reflect and be inquisitive about life presents itself, you can take it, hold it in your hand as a gift or like a new species you haven’t witnessed before. You may have encountered it a million times but never noticed it had wings that could make it fly…

Stepping into a place of real propagates growth under its light and warmth. Hangups and resistance lose their weightedness, no longer of service, weakened like brittle bars on a cage.

If you experience the bars crackling away, it gives room for Joy to enter. Realization and Epiphany are her friends, and they are contagious. While Joy is lots of fun, Realization can be a hard taskmaster and Epiphany can be two-faced, gifting either inspiration or hurt.

In my experience, the next dip in the ride happens like clockwork: not everyone wants to catch the bug, like those folks still chained up.

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I am told by reliable sources with qualifications it is okay; it’s not you, it’s them. The chains are comfortable and aren’t disruptive. Disruption and change can unbalance and disturb people’s perception and equilibrium. In some cases, people can even act like asses. Asses come in all shapes and sizes. Passive aggressive is one that tickles my angry bone, outright agro is at least honest, patronizing or just wholly non-committal can be irritating otherwise known as Shruggers, or Whatevs. The clincher is when you were thinking you are out in the sunshine when you are in fact daydreaming while still chained up. There is no room for arrogance in life is there?

Perchance, you are in the company of awesome glimmering shiny people, and you are not in a cave but on a fabulous dance floor, losing yourself to the beat and the fun of movement, in the real sun, relishing the ride and excitement.

Some will smile and want to get on the dance floor with you and fly their freak flag too.

Some people will smile and wave with one hand while they throw rotten fruit with the other because deep down inside they want the connection, they wish to step onto the floor. Light and shade. It is the order of things.

 As much as you cry out the invitation to C’MON and grab their hands and beg them to dance with you, you cannot make them. You cannot push and shove people. You really must not. Maybe their ankles are sore, perhaps their tender heart is broken, and they need time to heal it so that when they step onto the dance floor, it is their decision and will feel proud of the steps they took. Not by being dragged up by you.

Have you experienced this? You try and drag people up, and they shuffle their feet for as long as is necessary then quickly retreat to the chair to talk to someone or get on with what they were doing. It’s a groovy disco for happy folks and enablers too lol. There are all types here.


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Some will go and drink and pretend no one is dancing at all, and some will self-medicate as it is all just a bit too much and they have no idea how to even walk to the floor because they were told their whole lives they have no legs. Blog space Some will make their own cubby house under the table with their friends, tucked in and feeling calm and safe. Everyone in their own time. Maybe you get up in your best sparkly stilletos and twist your ankle because you were so busy farting rainbows you didn’t see the cracks in the floor. It happens. As the very wise author Gary Zukav says “We are at earth school you know, anything can happen.” See the video after this article- it’s worth watching.

 Perhaps your chains broke a long while ago and being in amongst the haste and hustle is wearing you down, leaving you enervated and midding. The world can be a wytai. Homesickness may kick in. Or you could sprain your ankle with your big sparkly platforms.

I happened upon a gem.  

 If you suddenly became aware this week that it is your last on this earthly plane- I can predict that you will not seek permission to do what you want, you will not hang on to old hurts as a reason for delay or resistance.

 You will quite possibly think about the things you haven’t done you wish you had. You may

think of the people you genuinely love the deepest and want to express it to them.  You will undoubtedly ponder about forgiveness and redemption. There will present a need for impulse and desire,  a flashover or two. You will feel more love than envy or hate.

Alternatively, the fear of failing to trust yourself will hit you in the face like a backyard cricket game gone wrong.

However, I do know this my friends; you will indeed get up walk to  the dance floor like a bug towards the light.

I have lived this and am blessed with good fortune to continue to be here in this wonderfully confusing place for what I hope and trust is much longer than what was anticipated. However, none of us ever really know do we?  Sometimes turning to the light means thinking about our mortality. Restless inner stirring within is an unfulfilled destiny seeking you out. Perpetual and timely.

 Listening to the music and understanding the rhythm of life in a new way with a realization that the DJ can play some pretty cool beats is not a bad place to be.

  PS- if you are can you bring ice? I twisted my ankle and my arse is on fire. x Kirst

 

 

 

 

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