So this fish walks into a cave…

People who are interested in philosophy, and especially spirituality, are sometimes thought to be wack-a-doos.  It’s just part of it.  If you’re interested in things that frequently can’t be seen or proven, and that completely challenge our current paradigm – some people won’t get it.  Of course.  It used to really bother me, but I’ve taken to giving less shits about it.

There’s been many moments in my life where someone explained some etheric concept at just the right time, and those were transformative experiences for me.  I’d like to help others with this, so when I’m stricken with an urge to tell someone about an idea because of conversation flow, or a personal thing they bring up, or whatever reason – I generally do.  Usually I’m met with interested questions, but sometimes it’s that ol’ snarky side-eye.  I saw that ol’ so-in-so this weekend…

Some guy was telling me all about how he’d been having amazing mystical experiences on the drug Molly.  He’d been doing the drug a lot looking to have more of these experiences, an amount he considered to be too much.  I told him something brilliant on the subject that a professor once told me, and let him know that it’s possible to have similar experiences sober.

He looked at me like I had suggested he could fly, got up, and walked away.  I know that was perhaps a drag to hear, but what a douche!  (In other news, where do I meet people my age who are grown-ups?   Do men become men ever?  If so, where do the single ones go on Friday nights?)

I was thinking about it the next day and a couple of allegories popped into my head.  As always, I’m just going to retell this info in a way that entertains me.  Feel free to do further research, or call me out on my ish-ness (though I totally just did).

The Wackiness of New Information: Inspired by Plato’s Allegory of the Cave and An Old Joke

Three men stood chained to a wall.  It was all that they could see, and all that they knew.  Just that one wall, in that one cave.  At one point they could remember life before the cave, but now it had all vanished.  Was it due to poor cave diet?  A coping mechanism?  Did they bump their heads when they got there?  Who knows, but life before the chains had vanished without a trace, and the only life they knew was the one where they stared at a wall.

There was a huge fire on the other side of the cave, and a path that went down the center.  The free men would walk down this path, to and fro, doing their own cavey cave thang.  The chained men started to know the others by their shadows on the wall.  They gave the shadows motivations, stories, and powers.  This infused their lives with some order and meaning.

Early one morning when the chained men were sleeping, the third man was blindfolded and taken outside.  His blindfold was removed and the man stood paralyzed with shock.  His eyes shifted from the green grass, the sparkling river, the glowing sun, the lush trees, the colorful flowers — he was crazy overwhelmed.  He suddenly let out a wail of both desperation and gratitude.  (It was akin to the cries of the now-extinct Belieber tribe.)

This piercing wail continued for a while, then he eventually tired, and popped a squat in the warm grass.  He slowly started to remember it all, this was life before “life”!  He soaked up the juicy bigness of it, of all the things he had forgotten that he once knew.

Then they returned him to his chains.  The other two men were still sleeping (what else are they supposed to do all day?), and the third immediately woke them with his tale.

“There’s this bright glowing thing in the sky, kinda like this [he pointed at the fire’s glow on the wall], but different!  And there’s like soft but prickly blades on the ground that are, uhm…I don’t know the word for that…”  He continued to struggle with a lack of words for a long time, frequently trying to use his hands to explain, forgetting that they were once again bound.  He had no proper tools to express his experience!

Initially the other two were excited to hear anything about anything, but their excitement quickly turned into annoyance.  “Sounds like some stupid dream, dude”, #1 said, rolling his eyes.  #2 agreed, “You’re losing it man.  This is reality, this is all there is.”

At that very moment, just fifty feet away in a lovely sun-filtered river (whose existence was currently being debated) two young fish were swimming along.  An old man fish passed them, flipped his fin hello, said, “Hey boys, how’s the water?”, and swam off.

One of the young fish looked at the other with concern and said, “Poor old man Gilly, he’s really lost it.”
“Yeah”, the other young fish agreed.  “What the hell is water?!”


2 thoughts on “So this fish walks into a cave…

  1. I have seen this very video in the past. 😉 Also, I experienced this very same thing in conversation over the weekend and I’m sure I was being bated due to a past, very brief conversation with another person that was also present. The irony is, I generally do not discuss spirituality, etc. with many due to the reception I receive. Let’s just say, if it comes up, I tread lightly, very lightly. My approach in general, is if it comes up I tend to ask questions, get a feel and then go from there. If there is anywhere to go, this is. : )

    It isn’t in my nature to shove shit down anyone’s throat, so that ole feeling is generally what I go with first. It is tough. Let’s put it this way, I haven’t found too many humans that I can relate/communicate with these days. I don’t like to use the word like minded for some reason. But, to be able to have a conversation about spirituality without judgement . . . would be nice. I can merely pose a question regarding, let’s say, telepathy. Maybe inquiring as to one’s thoughts or opinions on the subject and this is what I receive, “Oh, you and your Ooooga Boooga shit”.

    So, ya see, it’s tough. I, as well, am very familiar with that friggin’ side glance. You know, the one that clearly reflects that we are complete and utter fucking nut jobs.

    Need I say more? Help! Hahaha

  2. Gheez, they sound like assholes. Why do you hang out with people who purposely ‘bate’ you? Get away from them if you can, you don’t need that shit. Also, if they’re going out of their way to tease you like that it’s likely because they’re curious and have questions – but don’t want to admit to it. Are these people teens?

    There’s no reason to talk about spirituality or philosophy with people who don’t care about it. No reason at all. It’s not their thing, fine. But it’s just an unshared interest, that’s it. It’s no biggie. I don’t understand people who obsess over clothing labels, but I don’t judge them for it. We don’t understand other’s interests and beliefs constantly, being different is being human.

    The trouble is in condemning someone for thinking differently. Those are the boogers to avoid. Fuck ’em.

    The amount of awakening folks is huuuuge right now, we’re everywhere. Well, not everywhere (or easily found everywhere), small towns can be rough. But the internet IS everywhere, and it’s full of progressively minded communities. 🙂

    Good luck friend, you got this!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s