In therapy today, a cop character appeared, with the expression, “Move along. Nothing to see here.”

Whenever this is said in the movies, there is almost certainly something to be seen! The implications of this are two-fold:

• There is something grisly to behold and the cop is protecting innocent civilians from having to witness the horror; or
• More than likely there is something extremely important going on that citizens ought to know about but the cop, in his corruption, is engaging in a coverup.

Tonight, in discussing my thoughts and feelings about therapy today, the familiar thoughtfeeling of isolation arose. The fact that it arose within me triggered a red flag and I began to explore it in the context of therapy.

Three major fables came to mind:

• The black sheep (whose fleece is prized [this part I added but it makes sense])
• The ugly duckling (who grows into a swan)
• Cinderella (who is married by the prince)

The cop was hiding the meaning behind these fables as well as the grisly remains of the attack that brought the meaning of these fables into being, so even in the Mecosystem, he serves that dual purpose mentioned above (though I would not use the term “corruption” here in the same sense as above, but in the sense that this part is corrupted from whatever his primary purpose might be).

To me, the meaning of these fables is as such:

• You are specially hideous.
• You are deserving of abuse.
• You have or can produce great value or beauty.
• One day you will realize that through no effort of your own.

Of course, these fables are total mind-fucks. An abuser that praises you for your potential is merely setting you up so he or she can abuse you again.

Furthermore, the beauty–if it is even true–is not guaranteed.

Also, the fable instructs that you are the only one in the entire universe who is cast in this way. This is simply not true given the resonance that these fables have among people.

Finally, one of the major lessons of the fable is that good can come out of abuse, which is a blindness wrought by ignoring the awful costs.

So whenever I think about isolation, I tend to think externally… but tonight I gained a new perspective on this: it is not possible for me to not feel isolated socially if I am currently feeling isolated internally. I have certainly experienced isolation internally, whether it be a single voice or simply a feeling of a void or an emptiness.

In truth, the multiplicity has always been there but I’ve rarely–if ever–been conscious of it until relatively recently.

It was this that the cop was hiding–the grisly remains of the attack, but also the truth behind them–the “specialness” was a lie constructed to keep me isolated and alone, even within myself.

There may be more to be shown and explored but I thought I would share this much with you.

Ciao!

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