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Meeting the Moon Goddess



Suite No. 7, First Movement:

 

HOW I'VE SURVIVED FASCISM SO FAR









 

 

 

 

In the Moonlight

 

 

 

 

   As I walked under the full moon, I experienced the deep mysteries of the subtle realms, and I suddenly felt profound joy, which made me dance a jig. I looked down to see my moon-shadow on the ground and realized that the colors of my outfit had changed, possibly due to my intense emotions. "Wait," I wondered out loud, "what if my clothes are somehow revealing my emotions? Is that really a good thing? Isn't it usually safer to hide emotions and thoughts in a fascist society?"

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Venus: Goddess of Love, Beauty, Nature, and the Arts

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   The next day, I strolled through a field blanketed by flowers. I felt ravished by their beauty and also sensed a sweet energy--almost like love--emanating from the flowers. I felt like singing and dancing and playing my guitar.

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Jamming with the Band

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   I suddenly felt magnificent and spontaneously danced another jig. When I looked down at my feet, I realized that the colors of my clothes had changed again--more greens and yellows this time. I headed back to town to jam with my band.

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Hell's Angel

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   As I was skipping down the street on my way home, I encountered a Hell's Angel on his motorcycle. "Wow, that guy emanates some kind of scary wickedness, but riding that bike looks like fun," I thought to myself.

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Hell's Angel Fool

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   When I got home, I got on my bike and rode around the neighborhood. I pretended to be a Hell's Angel and felt a little bit wicked but more than a little happy. As I was pedaling, I looked down at my feet and realized that the color of my clothes had changed again. "Does this happen to everybody?" I wondered.

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Greenish Ogre

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   The next day, I took a hike through the woods. Suddenly a greenish ogre blocked my way. "If you want to pass through here, you have to do everything I say, exactly as I say it!" the ogre exclaimed. Since ogres are fascists, I backed away, wondering if his skin had turned green because of his emotions. I didn't want to be anybody's slave, so I found another path through the forest. "No thanks!" I exclaimed as I wandered away.

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Well-Dressed Wage Slaves

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   Eventually I encountered several well-dressed workers who were each sitting behind a desk. "Why are you working out here in the forest?" I asked them.
  "We are the ogre's slaves. We have to do exactly what the ogre says or he'll fire us and force us to starve in the forest. We have to slave away without sick pay or vacation pay or access to health care or a pension," one of them responded mournfully. I became angry and noticed that my hat and clothes had turned red.

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Slaves in Rags

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   As I continued hiking on the path, I came upon slaves dressed in rags tied to trees. "Let me guess," I muttered. "The ogre tied you to these trees." They all groaned.
  One of them replied, "The white supremacist fascist capitalists are trying to reinstate the institution of slavery so that they have a slave force to exploit and abuse again."
  I noticed that the color of my clothes had turned a dull brown as if I were feeling sad and miserable. After I untied them all, they dashed off into the forest.

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Greenish Oligarch

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   Depressed by the different types of slavery in the world, I eventually found my way back to the city. At one point, I tiptoed by a greenish oligarch who was getting out of a limousine. He looked up at me and grinned as though amused by my troubles.

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Burdened Fool

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   In the city, I always felt burdened by society's problems, which weighed heavily on my shoulders--as much, if not more, than my own problems. Slightly ashamed as the oligarch laughed at me with his eyes, I gazed down at my feet and noticed that my clothes had turned a dark, mucky brown. I got the feeling that the color of my clothes made the oligarch happy because he wanted everyone to feel miserable and alone and powerless--because if the masses didn't join together and protest against the concentration of wealth in the hands of a few people, he could continue making mountains of money without worrying about any threats of mass protest or any other kind of political interference.

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Skeleton Soliloquy

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   I felt like escaping from society, so I searched for a cave. Eventually, I found one not far from the city. Inside the cave, I discovered a skeleton who was trying to perform some kind of soliloquy. At first, I could only hear the clacking of his teeth, but then I began to understand that he was explaining how he had been eaten by the rich. "I guess this poor guy has recognized too late that the rich have killed and eaten him and that they continue to eat people simply for their own enjoyment," I concluded.

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Flowery Fool

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   Obviously I couldn't live in a cave with a skeleton, so I returned to my apartment, but when I got home, I realized that I somehow needed to accept my own mortality--if I could. I knew that someday I too would become nothing but a skeleton, but before then I could do my best to enjoy all the flowers I find and also find love and beauty and experience the arts and the profound mysteries of the subtle realms. When I looked down, I noticed that my clothes were covered by flowers.

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Firing on Protesters

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   I'm glad I found peace because the next day I joined a huge protest against the fascists, and the military fired on the crowd. Many people were shot. A couple of them died. If the military kept massacring citizens that they were tasked with protecting, I knew that I would have to remain fearless in the face of such tyranny. My clothes suddenly turned golden.

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Demon Gauntlet

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   That night I dreamed that I faced a demon gauntlet. I felt that I had to make a terrible choice: remain cowering before the demons and fascists or risk dashing through the gauntlet to get to the other side--knowing that the demons and fascists could kill me. I woke up before I could make the choice.

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The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters

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   That morning I remembered the old saying, "One lie can make us die." I thought of the countless lies that fascists had spewed out over the past several decades and wondered how any of us had managed to survive. All of the lies had certainly caused a nightmare--a kind of mass psychosis that could soon result in political and economic disaster.

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Happy Fool in Flowers

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   I traveled to the hills again, and I decided as I walked through the flowers that I didn't care if people could see my emotions and thoughts in the colors of my clothes, especially when the colors reflected the beauty of the earth and revealed my feelings of love and joy.