I WOKE UP WHEN I WAS TWO

 I woke up when I was two.  I realized I was here.  Where am I?  I don’t know anything except this place.  This place is all I know.  I have no memory of having been elsewhere.  No memory of existing before.  I was born with amnesia, or, just hadn’t existed before.

This place is wonder world.  It’s awesome.  Imagine showing up in a world where you know everything–every cause and effect, every action and reaction, all its history, and then to top it off, each day is a repeat of the previous day without a tittle of wondering what’s going to happen next because you already know.  You know it all.  You’d might wish you weren’t here.  You’d be so bored, and death would be a reward.

This place is exciting, so much to experience, to learn, and do.  I wonder if they charge for admission.  If so, I don’t recall paying, but I’m glad to be here, and I feel privileged just waking up each morning and realizing, I’m still here (wherever here is).

I promptly learned being here is temporary.  People around me keep disappearing–here one minute, gone the next.  And then there’s the new ones.  They show up tiny, shiny and plump, and if not eaten or killed before ripe, slowly turn into wrinkled  raisins and mold to death.

This place is a self-sustaining predator garden.  It grows its own food.  Some food chases other food, kills them quickly, using claws and fangs and eats them.  Some food can’t run. They are stuck.  Stuck food just sits and waits for the inevitable arrival of the evil vegetarians who nibble and chew the stuck-food while it’s still alive.  Whether animal, vegetable, fruit, or human, all eat, and then get eaten.  The older ones get eaten the slowest.  They are living feast gardens.  Some get eaten for a hundred years, even longer.

You know what’s most exciting?  Everyone has needs, wants, desires.  Almost everyone gets attached, entangled and identified with people, places, things.  Everyone has opinions, biases, prejudices, beliefs, and draws conclusions.  Everyone has likes and dislikes, loves and hates, pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow, ups and downs, gain and loss.  Too bad our visas expire, our tickets get punched and we have to go–and the most exciting part is, no one knows for sure what the next adventure will be, or even if there is one.  What more could you ask for than to wake up each morning wondering what the day will be like?

Here’s the kicker: once you know what you are, and the reason you are that, you become even more passionate about life here, and have even more appreciation for not knowing shit.

One day I woke up and instantly knew what the day would be like.  I saw every detail, so I decided to stay in bed, after all I had already lived that day in my mind.  Reruns are only fun to watch if you have Alzheimer.  Thank God I don’t know everything for awhile, again. 

Disneyland’s most expensive ride causes a physically overpowering and overwhelming heartfelt appreciation reverence awe and wonder for the intelligence beauty splendor marvel magnificence and grandeur that is life.  It instills a realization that every person, place, and thing is part, portion and whole of the one cosmic intelligence, consciousness and energy that is the foundation of reality.  However, you can experience it for free, if you focus intently–for a short time–on any one aspect of creation without a single thought.