We're puppets with feelings and emotions. We're puppets with
opinions, assessments, and
We're puppets giving birth to more puppets. We're puppets having
no idea we're puppets. We're puppets blind to our own
puppetness. Even if, by some miracle, we were granted a
special kind of vision with which we could see our own puppetness,
we're puppets who at any cost
confronting and admitting to our own puppetness. Life is the
puppetmaster pulling our strings. We can do nothing but react.
That's it. The world and our lives in it is a never ending Punch
and Judy spectacle. That's all there is. There isn't
Punch and Judy and Baby
by Geoff Felix
Given the total domination and bleakness of our lot as puppets, it
would take nothing short of a miracle to shift what's possible for
us. If a miracle could occur, we as puppets are unable to conceive
of what not now possible it could cause to become possible.
Hindsight, however, is always 20/20 vision. Gepetto's wooden
Pinocchio is transformed by a miracle into a real live boy.
Interestingly what creates the possibility of a miracle happening
for Pinocchio is he starts telling the truth.
What becomes available with the miracle of transformation is a
place to stand where we're at the source of our lives,
at cause rather than at effect. And while it's said
you and I can choose at any moment under all circumstances to stand
there, standing there is the only place from where authentic choice
can be made.
Until there's transformation and authentic choice in the matter of
our lives, this is all we are from the time we're born until we
die: no choice marionettes modeled from pure and total