The only ultimate power there really is…

What would it feel like to be telepathic in a room full of fools?

What would it feel like to be telepathic in a room full of psychopaths? Or maybe just a few?

What does is feel like to walk into a bar of drunk ppl stone cold sober and stay that way?

What does it feel like to have all your teenagers and their friends together for a sleepover and you are the responsible adult?

What if that room that everybody’s stuck in is a virtual room?

When you are listening to a pod cast, a show host, you know how there is always something in the voice that conveys way more than just what is being said – like you can sus out how they are physically and emotionally?

Take that once more removed and use only words to do the sussing. Now that we have twitter and chat rooms attached to videos and pod casts, we have a community of people that come together with their minds in a virtual room on one topic. We create a virtual meeting space that exists for the time of the event, however, sometimes this virtual room/meeting space continues for some time afterwards. We have all learned to convey our thoughts and feelings pretty succinctly in words/type/print over the last few years since this phenomena began and this makes the experience even more cohesive. Now imagine that this type of communication is very like telepathy, in that we don’t have to all be in the same place physically and we are all communicating all sorts of ideas to each other along with our feelings.

Then bring in this idea we have discussed about people feeling way more brazen about saying over the internet things that go way beyond the pale into rudeness and downright idiocy – all because the person they are saying it to is not standing in front of them ready to punch their lights out. Factor in that the respective emotional age of those people is between 5 years and 8 years old. Then factor in the reasons people stir the pot – for attention etc.… and you have a perfect recipe for kindergarten behavior and the need for naps and cookies. (throw in some thumb sucking and a soft blankie or two – you get the picture) and don’t forget, kindergartners don’t deal very well with grey areas – they want things like; yes – no, black-white, belief or hate ad nauseum. Their tolerance for indiscriminate, open ended ideas and constructive questioning and debate is zero. If you give them the fantasy they will believe it until an authority figure tells them, like mom or dad, that Santa Clause isn’t real. Metaphor is NOT one of their strong points.

Now place all of this into the category of real telepathy, where by rule of polite conduct you don’t barge in on others unless you follow those rules and imagine the above. Imagine what a head ache those who refuse to follow even a polite ethic in virtual reality would be in a real reality where there was organic telepathy, and you will know WHY organic telepathy is not a planet-wide ability like breathing or seeing… yet. (or imagine being in that bar fully sober and be glad you can walk out at any time…)

It has been said often that the internet is practice for if-and-when real telepathy becomes a fact. I KNOW there are those of us out there who would fling themselves off the planet just to get away from the zoo that would be. But if telepathy is a quantum entangled state (lol) it wouldn’t matter how far you went, you would still be in the middle of it – if you chose to listen. If you chose to notice…

I’m almost sorry I dipped my big toe into this mess yesterday, except in struggling to understand the why it all happened, I’ve learned a lesson. I hate suffering. I don’t care if some people think it’s the only way we grow. I still hate it. I hate pain, causing it or having it. Yes, sometimes we have to have it to learn or to alter our behavior maybe to save our lives. I still hate it. And…I would do–no-harm if I could help it. And sometimes I can’t. And yet, in cases like the falderal that has been going on, it also has to be sorted. Sorted for understanding, sorted to stop the damage, sorted to learn from it, sorted for prevention…sorted. And to those who have done the sorting and to those who got caught in the falderal, I salute you. You have my sympathy and admiration for your courage.

Pathology is always hard to understand and assess fast enough to catch it before destruction happens because most people are nice and because they are the unsuspecting victims of bad behavior. Once again we have pain on both sides because the perp’s bad behavior is born from the roots of pain and the unsuspecting are not ready for what is coming at them. There are consequences for both. The perp is found out and must be accountable for the action, the victim learns not to be so innocent in a world that will crush that light out of them.

And once again we are faced with choice. Choice before action, choice before thought, choice before emotional response. Choice comes out of an ethic and empathy. You are an adult because you can choose at a creative, ethical level. Children cannot – they want absolutes. Those who can choose have a gift in the awareness of that choice.

Because, choice is the only ultimate power there really is.

And there is always a choice to be found in everything.

And for some strange reason this little planet seems to be where you go to learn it.