Two Fairy Tales by Marlowe T. Brown

Below are two fairy tales from which to choose.   

Whichever story you choose, is the life you will live.

Fairy Tale #1

Once upon a time, the people of Earth lived in pristine gardens.  Fathers would rise with the children to gather fresh berries from the garden, milk from the cow, and eggs from the chickens.  Each morning was a delight as they greeted the day with cheerful smiles and thanks for the abundance, which surrounded them.  Mothers would rise each morning to the smell of freshly baked bread dripping with butter and jam.  All would gather in the sweet morning mist to share in the bounty.

To stroll through a family’s garden was a magical experience.  Every fruit, flower, vegetable, and herb had been grown by the loving hands of a loving family.  A sweeter apple you would never taste than one that had been grown by the pure hands and precious heart of a child.  Herbs and vegetables so magnificently grown, one cup of soup prepared with them could heal and rejuvenate a diseased body. No one ever got sick or tired because everything in the family garden was vibrant, nourishing and tremendously healing.   People gave thanks to the land rather than a lord, because the land gave them life, shelter and beauty.  The idea of a lord didn’t exist because no one ever told stories of control, dominance or fear.

Mothers and fathers never left their loving families to work outside the home.  There was no need.  Everything was provided for free.  Food, water, shelter, and materials for clothing grew all around them.  Children were never sent away to be trained into servitude by strangers, but instead were treated like immaculate angels who had more wisdom than anyone could teach them.  All learning took place in the warm embrace of the family and community who treated their children with the utmost respect and appreciation.  Great teachers of horticulture, astronomy, music and other fascinating subjects would travel from community to community sharing their knowledge freely with anyone who desired to learn.  The teachers were also quite eager and honored to learn from the pristine minds of the children they visited.  Teachers were hosted by each village with great care and generosity, and always treated like honored guests, never wanting for anything.

No one had any money because money did not exist.  No one had to pay to live, because all was provided for free by nature.  All were cared for by loving families who were free to dedicate their time and hearts to each other.  There was no such thing as homelessness, because everyone lived for free in communities that cared and shared.  The land was cherished and tended with great respect.  The adults worshipped the children and the children adored their elders.  When people fell in love, their union was celebrated and nourished by all in their community.  The young lover would spend many months or years designing and perfecting their Space of Love – the land upon which they would co-create new life upon.  Families remained together for all their years, living in garden communities in great joy and peace.

When someone died, family and friends would prepare a special place on their land where their loved one would be laid to rest, and to nourish the earth.  A food-bearing tree was usually placed upon their burial site to grow and nourish future generations of children.  No one ever mourned the death of loved one, because everyone knew their loved ones could only return if all who remained behind held happy thoughts and bright memories of them.  These happy thoughts and bright memories were like a beacon for a loved one’s spirit to return.  To look into the eyes of a newborn child and see the sparkle of an ancestor was always expected and cherished.  “Happily Ever After” was indeed their reality.  To exist in their beautiful world in any other way was considered a nightmare.

Fairy Tale #2

Once upon a time, the people of Earth lived in concrete cities where fathers and mothers sent their children away to be trained into jobs by strangers.  After loading their children onto busses, the parents left their homes to go to work for other strangers who told them when to arrive, when to eat, when to rest, and when to leave.  For each days’ work, the fathers and mothers were given pieces of paper. If they earned enough pieces of paper, they could buy homes and cars and food.  If they did not, they were forced to live in the streets.  People who made the most pieces of paper were celebrated and envied.  People who made the least were shamed and ignored.

The young people had very little respect for the adults, because the adults were never around and always sent them away to be educated, or to do homework, or to be quiet, or to summer camps, or other busy activities.  When the young people were very small they would cry as their parents sent them away each day.  When they got older, they would plead with their parents to let them stay at home, but the parents didn’t listen.  Parents only did what their employers told them to do. No one listened to the children, because keeping a job and earning pieces of paper was more important.  Many people didn’t even believe children had brains or feelings, and many children killed themselves as a result.  Those who survived, often became numb, and only did what their employers told them to do, just like their own parents had done before them.

Families rarely spent time together unless it was to attend events to prove whether their children could perform the tasks they had been trained into.  Most of their free time was spent sitting in front of little screens where employers, who produced a great variety of products and services, would tell them what to wear, what to drive, how to look, what to think, how to act and what to feel.  People who complied with what the little screens told them were worshipped and rewarded.  Some were even made into super stars.  People who did not comply with what the little screens told them were punished, shamed and ignored.  Many were imprisoned. Families shared meals together occasionally, but the food was toxic and grown by machines on giant factory farms.  There was nothing nourishing or vital in the food, which was usually dead before it arrived.  Many people were diseased and dying.  Sometimes families played together, but only on days their employers allowed, and only if they had enough pieces of paper.

When parents were too old to work, their grown children would be forced to send them away to be cared for by strangers.  It is what their own parents had done to them when they were small, and it was what the employers had always told people to do. Sometimes an aging parent could remain in their home if they still had enough pieces of paper, and if they hadn’t become too diseased but, the aging parents were mostly ignored by their children regardless.  Everyone did what had been done to them as children.  It was how it was done.  Everyone was told it was best to be raised, trained, employed and cared for by strangers in order that everyone earn enough pieces of paper to pay for all the things the employers manufactured.  Jobs were the most important activity.  Anyone who did not have a job and participate in the manufacturing of artificial objects or services was considered lazy or crazy.  Those who spent time communing with the natural world were marginalized and in some cases, even demonized.

When people died, their bodies were emptied of fluid, and replaced with highly toxic chemicals.  Their chemical laden bodies would then be buried at great expense and with great sorrow and mourning in dumping grounds called cemeteries.  Families would mark the burial spot with a piece of stone and visit on occasion, but eventually they were forgotten and ignored.  Money was more important, so people rarely had time to visit the cemeteries.  Nothing could grow in the cemeteries because of all the chemicals.  People only had sad thoughts when their loved ones died, so the spirit of their ancestors who were buried in this way could never find their way back to their loving families to live happily ever after.  People never even considered it was possible, because they were told it was just a fairy tale.

Which fairy tale do you choose?  Perhaps you are living one of these stories already.  Perhaps you don’t think it’s a fairy tale at all but rather, your actual life at this time. Whatever your answer might be, ask yourself honestly whether you are living a story someone else told you to live or a story you created from your own thoughts and feelings.  What story do you want to believe in… be and live in?

Have you ever been given the time to even contemplate your own thoughts or the story of your life?  If you had the time, what story would you create?  What story would you most desire to live?  Whether you create your own story or you’re living someone else’s story, the one you believe is the one you will live in.  Sadly, most of us believe in Fairy Tale #2, because our parents, employers and educators told us to believe in it.  Educators and employers, who don’t allow people to use their own imaginations and follow their own hearts – especially if it goes against their story of how they want things to be.  So how did we end up living such a sad story under the control of someone else’s story?  Perhaps the tale of Demon Cratius will give you some clarity.

Demon Cratius

“On the pinnacle of a 50 foot high 'mountain' crafted out of the polished stones, sat Cratius, one of the high priests, silently observing, out of sight as he had done for months.  Below him, the slaves walked slowly in a single file, each one carrying a polished stone.  His goal… to subjugate all the people of the Earth, turning all without exception into slaves of the priests.

One day, he disguised himself as a slave and arranged to be chained amongst the others.  As he listened and watched, he discovered talk of their escape plan.  That night, he laid awake to contemplate the situation.  Should he report it to his ruler?  No, he thought.  Slaves will always have the desire to be freed from bondage.  He must find a way to exert psychological influence on every single individual, on whole nations of people.  He had to bring about the thought of every single human being to the notion that slavery is the highest bliss.

All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightening, a program came to his thought.  He could feel it within, exploding off the scale.  With this program, Cratius was now feeling himself to be the omnipotent ruler of the world.  After returning to his place upon the polished stone mountain, he called the priests, along with the Pharaoh to hear his plan.  Here is what he said:

"What you are about to hear must not be noted down or passed along by any of you.  I have thought up a way of turning all people living on the Earth into slaves of our Pharaoh.  I shall accomplish it with a few simple sentences.  All I need do is utter them and just two days later you will see how the world has begun to change."

The slaves were heavily guarded and growing in numbers.  They had to be fed and housed and their laziness and constant threat of revolt was always at hand.  In two days time though, with just a few words, all of it would change. 

After hearing Craitus' plan, one of the eldest priests said, "You are a demon, Cratius!  The demonry resulting from our plan will cover most of the nations of the world."

"So, I may indeed be a demon, and what I have thought up, people in the future may call democracy."

At sunset the decree was proclaimed to the slaves:

"With the dawn of the new day all slaves will be granted complete freedom.  For each stone brought to the city, the free men will receive one coin.  The coins may be exchanged for food, clothing, housing, a palace in town, or even a whole town.  From here on in.  You are free people."

The next morning the priests and the pharaoh could not believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.  Thousands of former slaves chasing one after the other, hauling the same stones as before.  Dripping with sweat, many of them were carrying two stones apiece.  Others with only one stone in their hands, were literally running.  Some of the guards were also hauling stones.  These people, who now considered themselves free - after all, they were no longer in chains - strove to obtain as many of the sought-after coins as the could, so that they could build a happy life for themselves.  The transformation was colossal. 

They will invent many more devices, Cratius thought to himself with satisfaction.  Internal services have already started - food and water delivery.  Some slaves have been eating right on the go, not wanting to waste time going back to the barracks for a meal and paying for the food delivery with the coins they've earned.  Wow!  They've also got doctors going around, offering help to people with physical needs right on the spot - also for coins.  And they've appointed themselves traffic regulators.  Soon they'll be choosing their own rulers and judges.  Let them choose:  after all, they consider themselves free now, whereas nothing has really changed - they're still hauling the same stones as before…

And so they have been running, down through the millennia right up to the present day, through the dust, sweating to carry the heavy stones.  And today the descendants of those slaves still keep up their senseless running.”

Excerpted From:

The Ringing Cedar Series by Vladimir Megre

Would you like to stop running, through the dust, sweating to carry the heavy stones of your life?  Would you like to free your children from a life of slavery?  Would you like to live a happy fairy tale life, for real?  You can.  It is totally possible. The path to a happy life is easy.  It is so easy, you will think it’s too easy, but do not be fooled.  It does indeed require dedication, persistence, diligence, and daily practice. The act of changing your direction to another path is only a matter of choice and a willingness to act.

Before reading further, be warned… the programming you have lived under your entire life has told you to dismiss easy, bright and happy stories as impossible fairy tales.  The programming has told you and everyone around you that not having a job is irresponsible, perhaps even deadly.  It has told you that not sending your children away to be educated and instead, staying home with your family is neglectful, but nothing could be further from the truth.  If you wish to know the truth of this, simply spend as much time as you possibly can away from all programming (television, radio, movies, advertising, teachers, preachers, opinions, theories, internet, newspapers, etc…), and spend as much time as possible in silent contemplation.  Listen to your self – your inner knowing - as much as you can.  Ask your children how you might create a happy world for them, and truly listen with respect to the meaning of their answers.  They are far more pure of thought than any adult.  The younger the child, the more they express themselves honestly and with the least amount of programming. 

For example, I once had the great pleasure of asking my seven year-old son a most important question.  I wanted to know what his pure thoughts would be about the truth of life.  I asked with a genuine desire to hear his answer and with respect for his pure, unadulterated thoughts.   I asked him what he would tell adults to do, if he had the chance, to create a happy world.  At first, he said he wouldn’t even bother because he knew the adults wouldn’t listen to him.  So I asked him what he would say if he knew they would listen.  His first comments had to do with all the toys he wanted, so I told him to imagine being heard and receiving every toy he ever wanted.  He loved imagining this.  He lit up like the fourth of July – not for the thought of toys alone, but also at the thought of a group of adults who would actually listen to him.  Finally seeing him in his state of happiness and imagining that adults would listen to him and do as he asked them, I then asked him to tell me how adults could make the world a happy place for everyone and everything.  Here is what he said:

Everyone should stop what they were doing and start picking up garbage.  Everything should cost two dollars.

Everyone should have their own pony that comes when you whistle.

Your perfect girlfriend or boyfriend would appear when you were ready.

Translation:  Stop working.  Start cleaning up.  Stop profiting off each other.  Connect with nature.  Make yourself ready for the perfect companion.

These are the types of incredibly wise and intelligent things you will hear from the children when you respect their purity of mind and heart.  “The wisdom of babes” in not a meaningless platitude.  When we ask correctly and genuinely of a child, in a way that allows for the truth to come through, we should never marginalize it with a platitude.  For those of us who have been too conditioned and programmed to see the truth of goodness, the children are our greatest salvation.  Remove the programming through your own silent contemplation and you will see that everything you could ever wish to know is inside you as well, but you must be quiet enough and still enough for long enough.  You must be like the children who play and rest and play and rest.  Return yourself to innocence and purity and you will remember the truth of who you are.  It has been said that a minimum of nine days of silent contemplation is required just to begin to remove the programming placed upon you.  If this is not possible for you, do the best you can.

Whether you are able to know the truth of who you are through your own silent contemplation or hear it from the pure thoughts of a child, there are still many other things you can do to create a happy world, which require nothing but a desire to do so.  For example:

1.)  In every act, ask if it will make a child smile. If you can make a child smile as the result of all you do and say and think and feel, you can be certain you are on the right path to creating a happy world.

2.)  Each night as you fall asleep, imagine how it would feel to live in a bright and happy world.

3.)  Each morning as you wake, spend the first 15 minutes imagining how it would feel for your children (even if they are not yet born) to live in a happy world.

4.)  Grow at least one fruit, vegetable, flower or tree in your home or yard, preferably with your child(ren).  Grow an entire garden, if you can.

5.)  Think, feel and share as many bright thoughts as you possibly can with yourself, your family, friends, plants, pets, garden... with everyone and everything.

Whether you follow someone else’s story about how life should be or choose instead to create your own story, may it bring a smile to a child’s heart and fill you with joy.  If you would like to know more about how to create a happy world, read “The Ringing Cedar Series” by Vladimir Megre, but be prepared…  your life will change. What stories will you imagine and create?  Will it be fairy tales or nightmares?

[Thank you for reading the first of my shared Journal Entries.  Written over the course of nearly a decade, in no particular order, I hope they bring you bright thoughts and ideas to co-create a happy world in joy.  

~ Marlowe T. Brown
Founder, The Mother+Land Project