- In the Dentist Office - wherein
I discover the Inner Playground: (mp3)
- The Inner Playground -
defined
- My Inner Inner City
- My Own Private Hollywood
- Part Two: Games for the
Inner Player
- Freeze Tag
- Mother May I
- Simon Says
- Part Three: Building an Inner Playground
- The Inner Seesaw
- My Inner Swingset
- Part Four: Introducing Serious and Silly
- Serious and Silly (mp3)
- Kick the Can
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Amuse myself, abuse myself, entertain myself, scare myself,
heal myself, applaud myself, enjoy myself.
And not just myself.
It's not just the two of me in here, you know.
Least case scenario, there's:
1) the "I" I'm thinking about and
2) the "I" that's doing the thinking, and then there's
3) the third "I" -- the "I" that's thinking about the both of us.
The discovery of the Third "I" leads to two very useful conclusions:
1) There's an inner "we" that is really "me," and v.v.
And 2) all we/me really want/s to do is play.
There's my entire consciousness, created and inhabited by an all-encompassing,
all knowing Me/We. An alternate reality. Vivid as thought. Elaborate beyond belief.
Built by me for myself for one reason, and one reason only: so I could have more
fun.
So I could, when necessary, transform the world.
A case in point:
From Jason Mann:
...a game I used to play when I was in elementary school and heading to Dobbs
(the bar where Mom worked on South Street) after school:
I would have contests to see if I could jump over a whole square of the sidewalk,
or run to the end of the street before the bus got to the corner, or that no
cars would drive past me in the next five seconds.
The funny thing about it was that I would say to myself, "Bet a million bucks," to
start the bet. I would usually have to say it fast because the contest was
often time related.
When I first started this, I had to establish the rules. Who was I betting
with? Where would I come up with the money if I lost? I decided that it would
have to be a non person, because I did not want to take "a million bucks" from
anyone. I don't remember exactly, but I think I may have decided that the bet
was with God. A million or two less wouldn't make any difference to him. If
I lost, though, I think that the deal was that something bad could happen to
me before I made it safely to my destination.
Thank God for "double or nothing." |
