They said write a story about JEALOUSY in under 500 words. My brain stumbled over itself, thought only of Humpty Dumpty and I gave up. When there’s a blockage in the plumbing, forcing more rubbish down the pipe never helps! I needed, as usual, to let the emptiness vacuum it clean.
This is not a technique that has come easily for I’ve always felt the need to take action, to do stuff, to undo stuff. I’ve never considered not-doing stuff or doing not-stuff. It just never occurred to me.
A Course in Miracles undid that for me when, among other things, it talked of the two choices we have:
- Doing it (anything) in my own power, or
- Giving over to that which is bigger than I am, whatever I want to call it.
I’d always done things in my own power and look where that got me … powerless and stuck in the plumbing of life … and keeping that greater power impotent and on holiday.
The kak in the pipes does not flush itself out; it needs something beyond its own filth. When I’m the blockage, more of me doesn’t help! So I attempt to stop thinking.
Less of me – or less of my thinking – gives permission for the Big Plumber to thrust their brush down my pipes and allow the resulting vacuum to draw in fecundity of spirit and creativity of mind.
I empty myself but not by not thinking. Our minds, busy little sods that they are, cannot not think. Asking a mind to not think is like asking a fish not to swim. Thinking is what minds must do if they’re to continue existing.
We cannot empty our minds by not-thinking thoughts, by thinking not-thoughts or by not thinking. We can only continue by entertaining other-thinking-thoughts and the blockage – writers block – is sucked clean and shining new.
So I change my thoughts away from what I’m “supposed” to be writing, away from JEALOUSY, away from writing and anything else related. But Humpty Dumpty stayed there, lodge in the U-bend of my pipes while the rest of the gunk dissolved and washed away. Humpty Dumpty was unmoved by my holiday plans, disgust at management behaviour at work or the tragedy of the Australian fires. After two days of not-writing-thinking, Mr Dumpty was still staring in at me through my windscreen, whatever way I steered and swerved.
So I gave in, started writing the old Humpty Dumpty rhyme, aware that it had nothing to do with JEALOUSY and I didn’t care. I just kept writing.
Well, by the end of the second line, I noticed my pen deviating, clunking onto another track. The third line was a small deviation and, from there, the old rhyme was left far behind. This is what came out:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Crash bang that’s all
Oops, not the end a’tall
T’was the Mexican wall of Senor Trump
From which Humpty boy went thump
See, Mr Humpty’s a drug boss, CSI moaned
Investigators left no turn unstoned
Was no accident, t’was Donald’s pusher
They kept the secret, quieter than husher
Humpy was suspected of lotsa’, lotsa’ stuff
Got Trumpy in a wild old huff
Like who Melania was amorously courted
Humpy had her naked, got her sorted
Civilian planes, no one knew who shootin’
Was no other than Vladimir Putin
But Trumpy, see, he got the blame
For starting World War III, he wanted no fame
But others smarter than the president chookie
Were setting him up, playing him hookie
And jealousy’s a cruel, twisted master
His anger got his heart beating faster
Someone must pay for back-stabbing games
Save humiliation, stop feeling the shames
Thrashing about, any target will do
When you’re fuming, stuck in a stew
Donald had suspicions, who’s loving his wife
So they’re firing-line first, pay with their life
Then Humpty’s up the wall, carrying Mexican drugs
Sticks his head up, easy shot for Donald’s thugs
So now he’s scrambled, cracked and broke
But Donald chose the wrong, wrong bloke
Of the many, many innocent folk
Wasn’t the one hiding a yolk
But the egg smell turned Trump’s mind to mess
Was, in fact, Australian egg boy, no less
So, when your dander’s up and jealousy’s ripe
Check your facts, not your nose … and not the hype!
See, it wasn’t very profound and, honestly, it’s a bit silly. But I feel better and there’s now space for something bigger to pop in, thanks to the Big Plumber.