I am not entirely sure why, but Queensryche is echoing through my head. Well to be honest I never really know why my internal DJ is playing what he plays but I find meaning by assuming that something is rising up from the depths of my sub or unconscious to let me know about something important. Never mind the earworm effect, that is a whole different genre of craziness. The current earworm has been “ride it my pony”…I don’t even want to know why this one is there but here is a link if you choose to be so encumbered.
Not exactly sure why I should want to ride Ginuwines pony, but I am fairly sure that at this point I might break the back of the poor thing. Anyway, the song that is really more pervasive and perhaps more meaningful is Queensryche’s Silent Lucidity and the lyric
“Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over… or has it just begun?”- Queensryche.
This is perhaps in keeping with my current mindset. It is an existential notion, this idea of being tricked to feel the pain. We do it to ourselves all the time, catastrophizing about what is to come, casting back and regurgitating the mistakes we made, always missing that our moment is now. Always missing the realization that past and future are just illusions. Any historian can tell you that the past is not fixed and almost any physicist can tell you that the future comes in multiple streams. So why do we so easily focus on these things. I think it might be fear. Being in the present moment, reacting to the hear and now takes courage. It is easy to throw blame on past mistakes and throw in the towel, inaction is so much easier. By the same token it is just as easy to look futureward and say things like “it will never change”. But to live in this moment, making decisions that are meaningful takes a dramatic sense of personal faith, and we are confronted with this challenge in every moment. It can be exhausting to stay present, ask any meditator. Nevertheless this is where we are at, this moment and we can shine, or we can dim.
“All my life, I’ve had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now, I’m like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitations, no doubts. The path is clear.”– Sinclair from Babylon 5
That particular mindset is no easy choice. It is a living with intention. A very zen state of being. A project to which I would like to attend every day. The biggest part of the behaviors I encounter in clients from day to day is the realization that they are trapped in the past and afraid of the future. I think you and I are no different, but we have been given the star of approval. Society has stated that we have handled it all in the expected way, but we still experience the same set of stress. The people who are experiencing these challenges are not bad people, they just handle things in ways that we don’t. They are (as one parent put it) the coal mine canaries of our day, warning us to our own failings. A reminder that we have not quite gotten it right yet. With so much polarization in the political system, it is no wonder we see our families and children torn apart by the stresses of the moment.
So what does the conspiracy of light mean in such circumstances? I think we need to bring our questions closer to home. Instead of asking how we can change the world, how we can change all of those we call other, the change will need to come from within. Each one of us will need to address life moment by moment with compassion and empathy. The hateful battles that I see daily will never breed peace, self ownership and awareness will.
I leave you with a story I wrote for my mythology class.
Once upon a time, in the land of Squiggleton, the Doodle family had their first child. They named the boy Cedric and they loved him dearly. When Momma Doodle took him out, the people would say that he was a beautiful little squiggle. Cedric seemed like any normal young squiggle. He made friends, played games, loved his family, and seemed to be a bright and creative child.
One day, Cedric started school. This was a very exciting moment for young squiggles. You see squiggles had a unique ability; with practice they could throw themselves into various meaningful shapes such as squares, triangles and even circles for the more industrious students. However, in order to learn this skill and develop the necessary shapes, squiggles had to go to school. In school they would practice with other squiggles, learn about the usefulness of each shape, and begin to apply themselves to becoming a useful member of the squiggle community. So when Cedric was told he was starting school, he was filled with excitement. Cedric had already shown incredible flexibility in his development manifesting all sorts of creative shapes.
Cedric’s father, wanting only the best for his little boy, suggested that Cedric apply himself to learning circling. Cedric very much wanted to please his father, so he signed up for circling, history of the circle, and creative circle play. Cedric seemed to excel at these pursuits, making his father a very happy and proud dad. Cedric seemed to be able to do almost any assignment and he was looked at by teacher and student alike as a born leader.
As Cedric grew up he began to become bored with circling. While he was proud of his special ability to throw a circle he began to have the nagging feeling that there was more to being a squiggle than simply throwing circles. So Cedric began to experiment with new shapes. When he was alone, Cedric would attempt to be creative with his shape throwing. He discovered by just making a few changes to what he was doing as a circle, he could flatten himself into an oval. If he twisted himself he could glimpse another shape which he thought interesting and he called this shape an 8. At first this shape play was simply happening in his bedroom, alone when no one was looking. But Cedric was so proud of his ability to throw these new and interesting shapes that he began showing them to his friends. Davey, one of Cedric’s best friends, told him that the shapes were interesting, but that if Cedric did not return to his circle studies he might lose the chance to work at the local circle shop. Cedric was sad that his friend Davey did not see the importance and the beauty of these new shapes.
Cedric slowly gathered a small crowd of friends who were intrigued and interested in throwing these new shapes. He called this group The Creatives. The Creatives would gather together every evening and practice throwing new shapes. While this activity was accepted by most of the Squiggleton residents, it was seen as very odd and not productive behavior. Father Doodle, although very disappointed in this activity, tried not to show it. He told Mother Doodle that this was just a rebellious phase and eventually Cedric would grow out of it.
Many years passed. Cedric had kept up with his classes, but just barely. Cedric spent most of his time with The Creatives. Cedric believed that the new shapes he and his friends were throwing would become useful eventually. Cedric just could not believe that this new found ability could be bad. However, eventually the Creatives were viewed as a social pariah. A group of ne’er do well squiggles that were not going to amount to anything. “The shapes that those kids are throwing are not useful” said one local squiggle on the evening news. The academic’s of the community all gathered together and decided that this was a maladaptive behavior and proof that the values of their community were breaking down. A town hall meeting was called by the mayor and during this meeting it was determined that something needed to be done. The outcome was that The Creatives would have to be disbanded. Anyone caught throwing shapes that were not useful would have to be put in jail until they could make better decisions.
This news upset the Doodle family tremendously. They loved Cedric and they did not want him to go to jail. After the proclamation went out, Cedric’s father sat down and talked with him. “Son, I know that you believe in what you have been doing, but the time has come to put away these childish ways and join the community”. Cedric was mortified. Cedric truly believed that what he had been doing would be the wave of the future, a grand brand new way to live. Cedric was angry and said some nasty things to his father. Cedric’s father became enraged, and he also said some things that were mean. The resulting argument ended with Cedric slamming the door in his father’s face and running away from home.
Cedric went looking for his friends who were members of the Creatives. Every one of them had decided that the Creative club was far too dangerous and they were not going to go with Cedric to do this anymore. Even Cedric’s girlfriend Dot tried to get him to stop throwing the odd shapes. “Cedric, I love you but I can’t keep seeing you if you insist on breaking the law”. Distraught and upset, Cedric went to the center of town. He began to publicly display unspeakable shapes. Shapes no one had ever seen, some no one had ever even dreamed of. As he did this he called out to the people “Come see the beauty of my newfound shapes, these are all so beautiful and amazing”. Cedric ended his demonstration with a shape that was a combination of square, triangle and circle all at one time. This was viewed by many as a very lewd vision. Cedric was taken to jail for disrupting the peace and sentenced to stay there until he could show that he understood and would obey the new law.
One day, while Cedric was being allowed to go to dinner he spied the chance to escape the prison. Squiggles by their very nature, in a relaxed state, looked a lot like a pile of yarn all knotted together. Although it was expected that a respectable squiggle would reveal only their thrown shapes when in public, the inmates at the prison often just did not present themselves that way. Cedric often practiced shaping odd things that the untrained eye might assume was a relaxed squiggle appearance, but he had been training himself to unravel into a near straight line. This was no mean feat as it took extreme flexibility and patience to manage. Therefore it was not expected that a squiggle could ever sneak past the perimeter. Cedric did just that, the first squiggle ever to escape from the Squiggleton pen.
Cedric knew that he could not stay in the city because he would get caught again. Although he desperately wanted to see his family and friends, Cedric made his escape into the woods. He was so scared that he ran on into the night, deeper and deeper into the dark of the woods. Cedric was so afraid of getting caught, and much more afraid of what lay ahead of him in the forest, that he ran until he collapsed.
When Cedric woke it was morning. He looked around and saw the sun shining through the trees, heard the water rushing beside his head, and felt the cool breeze across his skin. For the first time in ages, Cedric felt relaxed and all the fear he felt during the run was gone. He was alone, but he was happy. He felt comforted by the knowledge that the woods had been declared off limits to Squiggleton residents. He knew that no one would be very likely to come after him out here. He was sad to be so alone, but he knew that here he could practice his shaping and perhaps one day he would meet others who lived in the woods.
So Cedric learned how to live alone, and he spent his day practicing his shapes, and living a comfortable if lonely existence. One day while walking through the woods he saw another squiggle. This squiggle was simply relaxing in the clearing beneath the trees. A twig snapped as Cedric looked onward and the old Squiggle woke up. “Come here young one; let me have a look at ya”. Cedric did not know if he should run, or obey but he was so lonely and happy for contact that he found himself moving towards the old squig. The older squiggle was named “Puzzle” and he told Cedric stories of his years as a young squig. He had spent some time as a square, changed occupations and done the triangle thing, and finally got tired of his life and moved into the woods where he too felt comfortable but alone. Puzzle revealed that he knew all about Cedric and his plight. Puzzle told Cedric that he too believed in shaping that was beyond the norm. By way of example, he threw himself into a several layered octagon that made Cedric immediately respect his ability. Puzzle told Cedric that in his practice here in the woods he had learned many things, and discovered the hidden arts of shaping. Cedric asked if Puzzle could teach him this hidden art and Puzzle agreed. “It was my expectation that you would be interested in my teachings, but I must warn you, once I teach you all I can, you will need to go back home to your family and your town. You must promise that you will do this for me”. Cedric agreed to go home once he had learned it all, but secretly believed he would never go back home and that this was some sort of test set by Puzzle.
Puzzle taught Cedric for many long months. Puzzle showed Cedric how to layer himself, how to create multi shapes like a rolling square and a house (triangle and rectangle). Cedric lapped it all up, worked hard to develop each shaping ability, and practiced his own creative style often. By the end of the year, Cedric had mastered so many new shapes and styles that he felt extremely excited. Finally the day came when Puzzle told him he was going to teach him the last lesson. Puzzle took Cedric to one of the caves and told him to drink of the dark water pool they saw there. Cedric was afraid but did not want to disappoint his master. He took a drink and the water was bitter. After a few moments, Puzzle seemed to be fading out, his lines grew thinner, and then seemed to disappear. Cedric felt ill, as if he would faint. He began to believe that Puzzle had poisoned him and he screamed in agony at this betrayal. As Cedric lay on the ground he cried a pool of tears which slowly engulfed him.
A rush of a wave and Cedric found himself being pulled into a hard powerful current. The river seemed to get faster and faster. Cedric was quiet but inwardly very scared. As the trees, the valleys and the fields seemed to pass by with the rush of the water, Cedric began to feel that he had died. However, just then the water seemed to settle and pour into another mountain side cave. There in this cave were drawings of Cedric as a young squig. In some drawings Cedric was throwing the wondrous shapes of his childhood; triangle upon square, a fancy knot, a double helix. Each picture was glowing with an inner light. “These are the shapes that you threw as you grew up, before anyone told you how they needed you to throw your shapes” Cedric heard. “These shapes are inspirational to many, but they force others to cast doubt upon the life they have chosen if their shapes have been solidified into boring workaday squares, circles and triangles. They see your shapes as a child and they gaze in wonder, remembering who they were, the same shapes thrown as an adult remind them that they have gotten stuck. They are both jealous and afraid of the shapes you throw”. Cedric gazed at the wall in wonder. Cedric loved throwing these amazing shapes and exploring what shapes he could shift into. A tear curled down Cedric’s eye and he began to cry. The cave filled with lightening, wind blowing all around. With the lightening flash the cave walls flickered and the pictures seemed to move and animate. Cedric was shaken but less frightened this time. When the situation calmed again, Cedric saw even more wondrous shapes on the wall. “These are the shapes of the others, Cedric” the voice said, “While you were scared of the authorities and those who belittled you, there were others who stayed true to themselves. All of you experienced the same painful realizations, that the world had come to be a boring place, and that people did not like beauty that defied the accepted norm. Each of these amazing shapes were thrown by other squiggles. The underground is filled with shape shifters and iconoclasts who follow their own path. Those who berate them, those who tell them that it is all a waste of time, learn to either ignore the beauty of their shapes or they appreciate them for the true miracle that they are”. Again the cave filled with lightening, and loud crackling sounds. The sand on the river’s floor rose into shapes, many, many squiggle shapes. Cedric first recognized a squiggle of his old school teacher. She looked at Cedric and said “Cedric I am so proud of you! You are really a very talented little squiggle. Don’t let anyone ever take that from you”. Another shape arose on the other side of the room and Cedric let out a squeal of joy as he recognized his Grandfather, one of the most wonderful shapers he ever met. “Cedric my boy, you are going to make all their heads turn! Don’t ever let them tell you that you can’t do it, because whatever it is my dear boy, you can. You can do anything you set your heart and mind to do”. More shapes arose now and they were all familiar. There was his mother saying “Cedric is so amazing and I wish I knew how to tell him, but I get so caught up in feeling bad about my own life that I have treated him badly when I should have praised him for his creativity”, then his dad, “I know I called Cedric names and made him feel bad, but I am so weighed down by watching over the family. What I don’t seem to know how to tell Ced is that I love him and I only want what is best for him. I wish to never say anything that does not support but I am only a mere squiggle and sometimes I let my passions get the best of me”. A cacophony of sound arose. Cedric saw friends, relatives, teachers and many others who had been supportive in his life. It was overwhelming! Every voice was either telling Cedric how wonderful he was, or apologizing for never having done so. A whirlwind ripped through the little cave and all of the figures crashed back into the water. The sound subsided and all was calm. It was quiet for a few moments save but for the sound of Cedric’s heart thumping away like a drum and his loud and steady breathing, pulsing from his lungs. “You see Cedric, you are loved, you are supported. There are many who are proud of you for your achievements and creativity. They miss you terribly, but you have held onto only one interpretation of them. You have to hear with inner ears and see with eyes peering into darkness, seeing the shapes of the exquisite where you have only seen the shapes of the banal. The key, Cedric, is to look inside of each shape you meet, see the statements of hurt for what they are, pain from an inner space, borne out as a scream in the dark. Many squiggles are trapped in a silent scream and their words are more an echo of what is within than the reality of what is without. They live in the scream, afraid of opening up, afraid of throwing new shapes. In the beginning there was no pain, and one day pain was born. Pain was offered as a test to see who could still find the beauty of what is real. Pain was carried generation to generation, deposited into the vein of the families, infecting every generation until someone discovers that there is no need to own the pain, no need to be frightened of it, and no need to perpetuate it into the family. You have a choice. You can either choose to carry the pain, or let it pass through you. If you see the other side of things, you will understand.” With that, the water carried him out of the cave. The moon was full, and the water seemed to deposit Cedric on a shore as it receded backwards. Cedric awoke the next day and Puzzle was nowhere to be found. Cedric looked around and the world seemed to be transformed. He felt good about everything and realized that Puzzle was right, he would have to go back home.
Squiggleton Pt. 3
Cedric made his way back through the woods and towards the little town of Squiggleton. Despite the fact that Cedric felt a renewed sense of purpose, he was still very cautious. Although Cedric knew he had to return home, he did not know the outcome and this made him frightened. The only thing that kept him moving forward was a burning desire to see those he loved, and the belief that if he could learn to listen with inner ears, and peer into dark places he would have a different understanding of those around him.
The journey took many days, for Puzzle and Cedric had traveled deep into the wood. During the long journey, Cedric tried to spend some time each day just thinking about how he would approach the situation. He had many fantasies of telling the mayor of the town his new found learning, while other visions had him going back to being a circle, but these were not clear and did not reflect all of the groundbreaking learning he had encountered in the forest. No, Cedric realized that he had to stand his ground and show the other squiggles that what he had learned could change everything. He imagined he would somehow transform the town but he did not know how to go about what he had to do. His plan was to first seek out Dot because he missed her more than he could say.
One day Cedric saw the little town down the hill, and there on the outskirts of town he saw Dot sitting alone in a local park. Cedric carefully made his way to a tree close to the clearing where Dot was and quietly whispered her name “Dot”, “Dot”. Dot was startled, but she came looking for the voice. When she saw Cedric she nearly knocked him over running towards him with such speed. She threw herself around Cedric, “Oh Cedric, I thought you were gone forever. I have missed you so much”. Dot was crying. “I am so sorry for treating you badly. You were just so headstrong and I did not understand.”
Cedric told Dot all about his experience in the forest, spending time with Puzzle, and the great shaping techniques he had learned. Then he told Dot about the lesson he had learned about the importance of being yourself, being creative, and of caring for everyone as if they were all trapped in a silent scream. “The measure of our life is not in the amount of things we produce for others, or about the wealth we gain along the way. The true test of a life well lived is whether or not we heed the call of our heart and how we help others to become creatively alive”. Dot hugged Cedric again. “That sounds so wonderful Cedric, but what can you do about those people who believe otherwise. What about the Mayor and the townspeople who voted to have the Creatives disbanded? What about your family?” Cedric thought about this then said, “It is up to us to show them the beauty, stand up for ourselves, and never give up that which makes us individuals”
Brave words! But things had gotten much worse in the little town of Squiggleton. There were more law enforcers than ever. Town plays that used to be held in the town center were no longer allowed. No one was allowed on the streets on certain days of the week, and the people seemed to live in fear of what they could and could not do. Cedric learned from Dot that all of these changes had taken place shortly after Cedric escaped the jail. “Once you were gone it was as if the whole town began to lose itself”
Just then they heard a commotion in the town center. Cedric and Dot rushed towards the sound. Along the way, they saw many other squiggles that made faces of shock and disgust. In the center of town there was a wishing well, and many squiggles had gathered around the well. There seemed to be a lot of bickering going on. When Cedric and Dot were finally able to piece together the story they discovered that the mayor of the town had been hanging a sign on the well when he suddenly fell in. A few of the squiggles told Cedric “You are not wanted here” and “Someone call the cops that Ne’er do well kid is back”, and more of the bravado “back up you lout, this is Squiggle work”. In fact Cedric and Dot were pushed from the well by the townsfolk, while the other squiggles were busy arguing about how to get to the Mayor. They yelled down to The Mayor and asked if he could jump, but it was clear from the echoey response that the mayor was much deeper than a jump would allow. One of the squiggles asked “Can you climb?” and the response was a definite “No”. It seems the mayor had broken something during the fall. Another squiggle went to fetch a rope, but the longest rope in town could still not reach the broken mayor.
Cedric climbed up the podium that was across from the well. “Listen to me all of you”. At first there was no response. Dot climbed up with him, and yelled at the crowd to please pay attention to what Cedric had to say. There was still no response. A few former Creatives also came to the podium and yelled collectively for everyone to “Shut up”! Finally a few squiggles looked to see what was happening. Cedric seemed to have drawn a large crowd of supporters around him. One of the more burly squiggles came towards Cedric but Cedric’s supporters gathered around him and held the burly squiggle at bay. Cedric spoke again this time, loud enough for all to hear. “Listen good squiggles, I have a plan for getting the mayor out of the well”. More nay saying and insults were thrown his way but Cedric carried on. “Listen if you guys will follow my directions we can do this”. The burly squiggle spoke up now, “Who do you think you are? You can’t do anything! You can’t even stay focused long enough to become a productive squiggle. Why I’ll bet that you fail miserably! In fact why don’t we all let Mr Smarty here try his little plan and then you will all see that he is nothing more than a common criminal”. A few other people made jibes of a similar nature. Cedric started giving directions to any squiggle who would listen. Cedric instructed each of them to open and loop around one another creating a chain of squiggles. Cedric instructed them to hold very tightly and for each one to line up. Cedric stated that he would shape around the podium and this line of squiggles would then link with him. Cedric instructed the squiggles to slowly lower one another down into the well. This went on until he got to the last squiggle was stretched one end holding Cedric who was anchored to the podium, the other being pulled by the weight of multiple squiggles who dangled in the well.
The message came back up the well that the squiggles could see the mayor, but he was still out of reach. “There you see” said the burly squiggle. “What’s all this ‘creative’ thinking gotten you?! You still don’t have a solution and you have endangered the lives of many squiggles”. Cedric, who had pushed his bravery to its limits, began to cry. He really did not know what to do; he was just improvising on the spot. What if it was really true that all of his creative thinking was nothing but a game and not useful at all? At this point, Cedric became aware that his father and mother were at his side. “Cedric, you need to pull yourself together! I know I have never told you this, but I believe in you and I know as sure as I am a Doodle that you can solve this problem. I am going to take your place as anchor so that you can come up with a new plan.” And with that father Doodle did just that, he looped around the squiggle chain, grabbed hold of the podium, and took Cedric’s place.
As soon as Cedric got free, he began playing with shapes that he could possibly use. Finally it hit him. He would need to stretch out like he did in the jail cell. Slowly and methodically, Cedric untangled himself, curl by curl, and formed the straight line he had manifested before. “Have you gone mad” said the burly squiggle, “now you propose that we look at you doing the most indecent of things, how dare you!” But Cedric did not pay any attention to him. Instead Cedric inched his way over to the well, and started to slide himself down along the squiggle chain, attached himself to the lowest squiggle, and then hung down into the well. Soon he was swinging freely right next to the Old Mayor.
“Cedric”! The mayor nearly leapt he was so startled. “What have you done?!” Cedric looked at the Mayor, “Mr. Mayor, I know you do not approve of me or my ways, but it was my creative thoughts that got me here in front of you, and it is through my help that you will make it back up the well. Will you please return with me?” The mayor seemed to be judging the situation, “I am badly broken Cedric, and you will not succeed in this useless gesture”. With that Cedric seemed to come alive, he wrapped himself around the Old Mayor, and called to the squiggles to tell his father to pull the group upward. Soon he felt himself being stretched and pulled and he felt that he was likely to break himself. Eventually after a rather painful scraping ride to the top, everyone came out of the well, including the Old Mayor.
The burly squiggle came up to Cedric and gave e him a look of approval. “You’re all right kid! You came up with a plan that was so out of shape that it worked. I offer my sincerest apologies for doubting you. “Many of the other squiggles came and greeted Cedric and apologized. The mayor broke down in tears. “Cedric” said the mayor “I have been mean and callous towards you. I recognized within you that same rebellious spirit that I had once had as a young squig. I remembered all of the trouble my own rebelliousness had caused me, and I did not want you to go through the same thing. But it all got so out of hand. The moment I tried to stop you, the whole town got behind me, and then it snowballed into this crazy hateful thing. I never wanted to ban you, but it felt like it was my duty to echo the voice of the squiggles. Can you ever forgive me?” Cedric looked at the mayor “No, I will not be able to pardon your actions!” There was shock in the face of the mayor and several gasps from the gathering crowd. “Without you, Mr. Mayor, I may have not learned the lessons I have learned. When you banned me, I was a rebellious squig true, but I was lonely and scared and I did not see the purpose for all of the rules of the town. If I had not run away, I would have likely sewn discord among the squiggles. But because of your decree, I had to face my deepest fears. I struck out on my own. During the time that I was gone, I learned many things, but the most important thing I learned was love for my fellow squiggle. I emerge from the forbidden forest a renewed squiggle! Without the trials I have been put through, I would not be the squiggle I am now. “
“Brave words my dear boy, but you have taught me something as well. You have taught me the value of thinking in creative ways, of being your own squig, and of what it means to care for others. When I fell and I was down there alone, cold and broken, I wished more than I ever had. I have been foolish and have not listened to my own heart. You have taught me today what it means to have heart, and I am in your debt”. With that the crowd of squiggles hoisted Cedric upwards and gave him 3 cheers. Almost all of the squigs seemed to be applauding Cedric for his heroic actions. The mayor was whisked away to the local shaper to have his breaks and wounds healed. A broken sign lay on the ground; the sign said “No Wishing”.
Later that night, Cedric was home again with his family. It was late and he stepped outside to get some fresh air. It had been a long day, and he was excited but tired. As he perched quiet in his front yard, he heard a twig snap. Suddenly, almost magically, there in front of him was Puzzle. “You have come a long way Cedric”. Cedric was startled but soon embraced his old teacher. Puzzle said “Today was a victory for you in many ways, but your life will not be an easy one now. Other squiggles will attempt to defy you, and you will have to stand your ground while still honoring yourself. You will feel like rebelling against others, you feel like running away and hiding but if you only remember that you do not have to accept the cycle of pain, you can let it pass through you, you will weather any storm. You must tread a fine line between being rebellious and scared. If you do so, you will find that hidden within you is a wisdom that is both tempered by and born in the connection between fear and bravery. If you live with that knowledge, keep it alive in each of your actions, and call on inner wisdom, you will live a life of joy and creativity that you could never have imagined. “With that the wind blew, leaves swirled up, and Puzzle, who was just standing in front of Cedric, vanished into thin air.
Squiggleton: The Sequel
It is now 5 years since Cedric returned to Squiggleton and saved the mayor. As we walk through, the town square it is bustling, new shops have been set up along the main road. A sculpture sits in the center of the town. The sculpture is made of multiple shapes all connected to one another in a circle all around the town well.
The school building is just a few feet down the road. We look into the window and we see Cedric and many young squigs in a classroom. There seems to be a sense of joy and excitement coming out of the room. Cedric is instructing his students in creativity. One of the squigs is curling into a spring like structure. Cedric and the other students all clap cheerfully for this squig.
After the class, Cedric emerges from the school, smiling. I ask if I can walk with him for a while. “I would welcome the company sir” he says. I ask Cedric to tell me about his life now compared to 5 years ago. A warm glow comes across his face. “Well so much has changed” he says eagerly. “I am now the lead teacher in a whole new field of shaping. I have been teaching this class for a couple of years now. I got married to Dot and we have 2 baby squigs, Sol and Puz. But that is just my life. The town has changed as well. The old guard is almost defeated. There are only a few left in town who still believe that creative shaping is wrong. In fact if you look around the town you will see many new shape shops. It seems that for the most part, once the taboo of shaping was lifted it did not take the town long to engage itself in experimentation. It really was a renaissance for us here. Like a great burden had been lifted off everyone’s shoulders. I told him how impressed I was at this change and asked for his advice. How have you created such a revolution in your life? It’s one thing to rebel against your boundaries, but quite another to make such an endeavor meaningful for everyone else. “Well at first I was really frightened by being back in town. There was a feeling of relief that I was pardoned of my supposed crime, but it was quite another to go from that to making a positive impact on others. For the first few months, I pretty much stayed to myself. I was almost completely unconnected to everyone but my family and Dot. However, there was a moment when I was asked by a very young squig what I thought he should do when he grew up. It was then that I realized that I could do something positive, not just be accepted, but be exceptional. Good catch phrase eh? That became the motto that I lived by and still do. The trick is that you have to let your fear guide you; you have to embrace the fear by using it to catapult you into something else, something transformational. Once you do that you realize that there is nothing that can stop you from achieving your goals.” Wow, that was an amazing change in Cedric. From young squig to fully respected squiggle.
“I’m working on something new”, he said. “I have come to realize that shaping is only an outer transformation. What if we could change our mind just as easily and creatively? There is actually much more freedom in thought than in body. I am not really sure where this new venture will take me, but I am calling it imagination. Sounds pretty exciting eh?” At this point we stopped in front of a beautiful house. “Well my friend, this is my house. I thank you for the pleasure of your company and I hope that I will see you around from time to time. My wish for you is that you follow your dream, live well, and embrace the fears that hold you back. They can be your greatest friend.” With that he bowed and walked up the steps. As he walked inside I heard the excited screams of young squigs, and the voice of Dot welcoming him. When the door was closed, I saw a sign hanging. The sign said “Don’t just be accepted, be exceptional”. A tear came to my eye, a truer vision of a life well lived was never spoken.