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Things To Think About Podcast Transcript


Intro: Pounding bass note and a stirring fanfare of horns. Welcome to another edition of Things to Think about. Here's Stacy. The horns continue with a keyboard note held.

Relaxing piano music is in the background. Welcome to the Things To Think About Podcast where we use fables and fairy tales to come to deeper truths about our subconscious world. I’m Stacy Casson and today’s story explores the power of language. We will dive into this topic in a tale I call, Listen. And now, get comfortable and relax. Take a Deep Breathe in and exhale. A Deep Breath in, and exhale. A Deep breath in and exhale. And if you'd like, you can slowly...close...your eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a word. This word was so powerful, that it would warp the very nature of reality. Obviously, it could not fall into the right hands. A grand cabal carefully hid away the word for fear that it would dismantle their power. So much power did it hold that they sacrificed their humanity to ensure the word would never be uttered. They became warped and twisted caricatures and recreated a world in their image. Nevertheless, the word was whispered to a chosen few in dreams and portents. We do not know who created the word, only that it wanted to be spoken. If you have experienced poetry, music, or art you have heard the word, but you did not understand it. Its language is arcane and has been dispersed and hidden amongst the multitude of words, symbols, and archetypes of our modern world.

Somewhere ordinary, two people are seated on a bench in a park. They ensure their masks and costumes are in place. They loathe each other. They desire each other. Each knew the truth of the word and played a dangerous game. She was pregnant with the word but played it off as someone’s by-blow. The other was a creature from the cabal. How it hated what it had become. It never could take off the mask. How it wanted to partake in the fullness of her being knowing that giving in would be a weakness. It hated her. She was capable of birthing new things. The cabal had always ensured that her babies grew up in their image, fouled by what they had become. She dripped seduction and did not reveal her revulsion. Rebuffed as expected, she left the park with the word unspoiled and unsullied.

Alone, she walked into the ocean. With strong strokes, she swam far away from prying eyes and dived deep and true allowing the salt water to wash away her human disguise. When sky and ocean were indigo, the bird emerged carrying the word as a shiny potent seed. The bird flew swiftly and silently unsure of where to plant the word. Once it sprouted and bloomed, there would be great upheaval. The pains of the world birthing this new child would be immense and the old world would fall away. What would take its place?

Like a tiny grenade, the word was birthed and erupted. Nothing seemed to change at first because it was such a tiny being. It grew and sprouted leaves and flowers and eventually produced fruit. Incensed, the cabal sent the cold to freeze the word before it spread. Others had noticed the beautiful berries and plucked and partook. The cold only made the word more delicious. The scales fell from the eyes of everyone who ate the word. They began to speak against the cabal. A war ensued. The word has been diluted and only spoken in whispers newly born. It is spreading and finding more hosts. Together they will speak and when they get loud enough, the word will once again be heard and usher in a new reality. The cabal still fights to suppress the word. Can you hear it?

What is real? We live in an age of social media and deep fakes. There is an objective truth. Will we be able to find it in our current house of mirrors? And now, you can take a deep breath in and exhale. A deep breath in and exhale. Deep breath in, and exhale. And when you’re ready, wiggle your toes, wiggle your fingers, and slowly open your eyes. If you are enjoying this podcast, please subscribe and never miss an episode.

Closing: Closing jazzy keyboard and thrumming bass. Hope you enjoyed today's segment. Tell a friend. See you next time. Music fades.