A friend of mine went to Lexington and while there checked out the Red Hen Restaurant and it was closed and blocked off with fire trucks standing by, as if to be prepared for a fire bombing. Before the incident, the Red Hen was just a restaurant. After the incident the Red Hen is no longer just a restaurant. Now it is a battle ground for the feeding koi of our national pain body.
I just fed my koi in my little back yard pond, and I called out as I threw a bit of food onto the calm surface: Here’s your Red Hen. Immediately the peace of the pond erupted into a feeding frenzy of the hungry koi.
Media is now our pond and these Red Hen Incident are just today feeding of the collective pain body. When fed, the koi retreat and the pond grows calm again. But when the hunger builds, the food will be created. So what I’m suggesting is that our National Pain Body is creating the incidents in which it can be fed. We are all co-creators in the world we live in.
When our one America is divided into two realities, each standing alone as the one true reality, yet they are opposite while being mutually dependent, because both occur in the One America, we create an Ouroboros. The head and the tail are the Left and Right Realities, but there can be only One America, so the head tries to devour the tail in order to Restore America. This is an impossible task because no matter how many times you bite off the tail, the tail remains, coming at you as a new Red Hen incident.
In the same way we create “incidents” in our everyday world where we find ourselves doing what we don’t want to do, where our good intention becomes bad intention, you know, unintended consequences, when we find that we have a Red Hen Incident. Our buried pain body demands that it is fed, so it actually created the incidents in which create a tom cat fight with its nemesis, of the face in the mirror. Then it goes round and round in a failed effort to remove its enemy (its own tail) until it is satisfied, then it retreats until the next feeding, which will be a brand new incident.
America life today is one Red Hen Incident after another, but we don’t see the pattern. All we see is the incident as if it stands alone. The Pain Body will keep laying the same egg over and over, but each with a different design like in Easter.
Few understand metaphor today. Poetry is not taught. And we don’t even understand advertising. Coke is a metaphor. The ad points to the coke bottle and says it’s the Real Thing. This is beautiful. Sure, coke is a real coke, but it’s not a real coke…it point to you. YOU are the real thing if you drink coke. I want a coke because I want to be real. I feel something is missing, that I’m not real, so if I drink a coke, I’ll feel real. AH……..
The Red Hen is a metaphor. it’s a restaurant but it’s also a civil war battlefield where the Left meets the Right, and it is there that I get to enlist on my side and beat the hell out of the Yankees. So I will attack that Red Hen like a dog attacks a stuffed toy. Or I might be on the Norther side and beat the hell out of those Rebs. Either way, the Red Hen is no longer a restaurant.
Now people we go there for pictures like they do at Gettysburg. WOW…here is where the good/bad witch Sarah got kicked out. Angels and devils fight in the Metaphor.
Virginia is pocked with real battlefields where the North and the South fought. Blood on the soil. Sacred places. Today there is no real blood on the soil. That’s a metaphor. So the battlefields we take tours to see are metaphorical places, Red Hens that are symbolic battlefields.
We live in a symbolic world now, a metaphorical world. Physically we are very peaceful all shopping at Walmart together, but given a metaphorical battlefield like the Red Hen, we done our uniforms and load up with words (symbols) and go to war. There is the thunder of cannons all around, but we can find no real smoke, no cannon balls…just sleepy Walmarts where the warriors on both sides shop.