The five stages of slavery - Rebellion

Ladies and gentlemen


Masters and slaves


welcome back




In the previous stage you have listened to the dream where it all began




The seed was planted in fertile land


The rain falls


The cold shapes it like frosted splinters that cut the flesh of those unaware




The time is winter in the heart




Did the seed grow inside the beast or did it die out in such an hostile condition






Now I will tell you


So gather around and listen to the story of the beast




Having tasted the bitter sweet dream time after time, he discovers that the flavor is both addictive and poisonous
 

A thought is enough to make a heart race and the insides boil both in fear and anticipation of what is to come



This poison feels like an itch that doesn't stop, scratching both body and mind


To the point where the skin is cut and blood flows from the open wound




He is left with the choice of letting it bleed outside or inside


No other choices remain



This beast decided to let the dream blossom like the wild flower it was



He gave it a pretty vase where it could grow, a place in the wardrobe for it to hide and a check list to keep itself busy



A list of requirements for the dream to come out and devour him


Then he closed the door


Returning to his normal life




Time passed







His life became a duality



Half a life outside the closet




Half a life in the closet playing with dreams


In the last half he amused himself dressing up in costumes and checking out if what is needed has been met by anyone
 



But none to be found


The shape of the dream does not match what can be found in the real world




To keep the dream happy, more toys are bought until the wardrobe is full



Nevertheless the dream begins to wither




Dreams cannot come true with mere play


They have to be lived or they die out



He could not let it die or he would die with it


That dream is a part of him now


The skin inside the skin


The true face behind the mask that he takes into the world




He decides to open the door and takes it out to play


As he does not want the dream to change, he changes the reality in which the dream will be lived



He shapes the form where it will all happen

 
A special type of cage


A specific type of clothing


The way the Master physically should be


The way He should perform


The words He should say




He gave the dream a shackled freedom


He gave his Master an undesirable servant



Satisfying none and wasting time



Setting himself for failure


To keep in his mind that he was trying when he truly was not

What a beast indeed




This play continues time after time


Always giving the dream a smaller cage than it could fit


A marathon with no finish line


Just a run with no end in sight



What is left for the dream is frustration and anger




As a wild beast with no cage to hold and hungry for sustenance, it begins its fight against the one that holds it down


Destroying the barrier between worlds


Seeking more time out and more freedom to move




The dream is already too big to be held down


It does not fit a closet


It does not even fit a house



Still shacked to its owner, the dream pulls the beast away and drags it over the streets, seeking the key to the chains that bind its actions




Will this be the end for the beast, to be devoured by his dream in an unknown location



It is up to you to find out... on the next stage




The next stage - submission

The worthless slave

There are many slaves out there that consider themselves worthless


That they are a mere piece of meat, to be beaten and hung to dry on an empty space, lost to never be found



Nothing could be further from the truth




In my eyes all slaves have value


Even if you don't see it




Not everything you do in your life will be worth something


In fact that is probably the reason why you seek the no-return path



But some abilities that you possess can be used


They can be given direction, purpose




The most important of the all


Trust




With that in your hand, new paths can be formed and new skills can be learned to make you a valuable piece in your Master's eyes



It is your usefulness that makes you stay at His side.


It you were not worth something why would anyone want to take you, feed you and spend time with you




If you do not wish to live it, then all you have to do is continue doing what you do in your life




The life of a slave should be one of achievements and the fight to reach them


For your Master




The only worthless slave in my list is the one that, given the chance to become all that he desires, denies himself that path




Life is made of choices



Choose well

The five stages of slavery - The dream

Ladies and gentlemen, masters and slaves, a good evening to you all


I am the Maïtre of this show, the greatest show on Earth

A show that will make your heart jump in your chest, your knees tremble with fear and the sweat run through your body like a river


The main actor in this show is a beast, caught from the deepest hole... so deep it seems to touch hell


A beast wild and untamed


It may seem like a normal human but do not be mistaken by its appearance

Inside that body lies something dangerous, waiting to come out that would devour all

Even without pointy teeth its bite would bruise your flesh and consume your heart


It is a scary show but do not be afraid

A cage protects the audience from the beast... or perhaps the beast from the audience



And how did this beast come to be, you may ask... then come around and listen



From the mind of the man came a dream

A bitter sweet dream that resembles a nightmare



In this dream he is lost in the darkness

That darkness has a life and a form that surrounds and envelops his body like a blanket


Suffocating

Taking the breath away


He fights it but the more he fights the more it binds

He fights and fights until he cannot fight anymore



And he lets go



The darkness ends

The body becomes free

The dream ends



Lights return as the dark embrace vanishes

It's taste remains in his mouth



He does not know whether he likes it or not. But he knows he wants to try it again



And the story unfolds


Where it stops you will discover... soon enough


In the next stage - rebellion