Arthur and Oz (Audio)

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“Run away,” they cried.  Coconut shells beating out the rhythm.

On a quest, foolish tasks, tests with no purpose

Stupid King with no kingdom, only coconuts

Grail vision at least lead them toward their fear

White bunny, Holy hand grenades, battle won

Movie within a movie

Fear is like that

It is not the enemy, it is a guidepost pointing toward what is illusion

 

Left home in a storm, betrayed left unprotected, vulnerable

Toto barks at opportunity for change

Advice from Munchkins followed, seeking Wizard, the honest liar

Can’t think, can’t feel, no courage, yet moves toward source of dread

Fix me, broomstick in hand, unaware of victory, angry

Fear is like that

Dream within a dream

Red shoes already on her feet, she just needs to want to go home

 

The white bunny always points the way out of the show

The way out of Oz is always through the Witch’s castle

13 thoughts on “Arthur and Oz (Audio)

  1. Because I could never have THOUGHT OF THIS, let alone articulated it, here is a comment on Fear from a respected friend of mine, Laurie Green: ” I think it’s a natural instinct to want to capitalize on fear. if you are fearful you will create something that will eliminate that fear at the lowest common denominator, because people who feel preyed upon want others to be prey. And the list goes on from there: victim, persecutor, rescuer. And if you are unaware you will play all three roles.”

    (She was commenting in another context, involving the subject of rape)

    Just thought this was so startling in its insight/wanted to share it here, since the topic of fear is on the table. Hope it’s helpful.

    • Yes even domination of another is based on fear. Trying to step out of the illusions fear creates is the trick i think. Perfect love casts out fear. Personal love and existential security is the basis of no longer needing to wear the fig leaves of preditor or prey. Thank you so for playing.

  2. “The way out of Oz is always through the Witch’s castle…” You didn’t read that part, but it made me stop and pull my thoughts out of the way so no one would see them. It made me hide behind a tree at the bottom of the drawbridge. I have to have time to gauge whether I’m, smart enough to understand the fear, brave enough to go across. God knows I’ve worn those red shoes since the first time I saw the movie when I was six or so. All I keep saying to everyone is, “I want to go home.” But I don’t know where home is. And so I write in my journal (which I carry in Dorothy’s basket). I write notes to home in the hope that someone there will hear me, not knowing that they are all gone now.

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