When the mission is imagination, everything makes sense.
Including agreeing to be consumed.
You must agree To Be Eaten By The Peach
This is not good, she thought. She lay awake at night when she should be sleeping (another trap of being normal - sleeping at night and being awake in the day). How did this happen? Every single thing I do is so normal. The word became like a slur to her.
"Who am I?", She asked the moon. "Who am I if I take away all the trappings of normalcy?"
The moon said nothing. The moon simply glowed.
One day, the woman was walking in the woods, and she came across a deer. The deer looked at her, and she looked at the deer.
Finally, the deer spoke. It said, “Woman, you want something, and you will not let yourself have it. What is it?”
The woman was taken aback. She didn’t know that about herself; it wasn’t apparent to her. But when the deer said it, she knew it was true.
She thought for a few moments. The deer waited patiently for her to speak.
“I don’t want to be normal, not the way I am,” the woman said.
“That is not it.” Replied the deer. “You want something. Your want is not to have an absence of something, it is to have something.”
The woman sat down on a stump and put her head in her hands. She thought long and hard about her life and what she wanted and what was important.
“I want to be a vessel.” She finally declared. “I want to be a vessel of creativity and imagination, and I want to fill people up with stories and bring them back into the places of their childhoods. I want to be a vessel of imagination.”
“This is the most honest part of you.” The deer said. “And I can make you as you want. But you will have to take another form.”
The woman looked up into a tree, the sun was shining through the gaps in the forest canopy, and a spot of light landed right on her heart. She put her hand to her heart, and she said, “I want to become a peach. I will be a peach with a wide open mouth, and people will walk into my mouth and discover that all my teeth are mementos of stories from their childhoods, stories lodged in the back of their minds. They will walk on my plushy tongue and slide down my throat with feelings of anticipation and wonder like at a waterpark. I will eat them up, and in being eaten they will be transformed, and they will feel wonder and delight, and the imagination circuits of their brains will light up.”
“Let it be done.” Said the deer.
And then the deer became small and walked up the woman’s leg onto her arm and then stood on her shoulder. The deer whispered into the woman’s ear.
“They must agree to be eaten by the peach.”
The woman agreed. And suddenly, she felt her tongue roll out of her mouth, and her lips become wide, and her body began to change and become soft and fragrant, and her skin became smooth and fuzzy. She rolled onto the ground, and the deer watched from the stump. She rolled up into the tree she had been looking at, and the sun shone down on her as it had her heart, and she waited for a pedestrian to come along to be invited into her mouth and to sit in her belly and hear her stories.
The deer nodded and went on its way, becoming regular size again.
“Let it be done.” Said the deer.
And then the deer became small and walked up the woman’s leg onto her arm and then stood on her shoulder. The deer whispered into the woman’s ear.
“They must agree to be eaten by the peach.”
The woman agreed. And suddenly, she felt her tongue roll out of her mouth, and her lips become wide, and her body began to change and become soft and fragrant, and her skin became smooth and fuzzy. She rolled onto the ground, and the deer watched from the stump. She rolled up into the tree she had been looking at, and the sun shone down on her as it had her heart, and she waited for a pedestrian to come along to be invited into her mouth and to sit in her belly and hear her stories.
The deer nodded and went on its way, becoming regular size again.
And one by one, people did come along, and they would reach into the tree to take the peach, and she would turn and say, “Let me eat you instead. There is much delight in my belly. You will be transformed but not harmed, and you will feel the joy and delight from my imagination to yours.”
And she was not shocked, she was ecstatic when almost all the people agreed. They understood that to be eaten by the peach was to leave behind what was considered normal and venture into the part of the mind and soul where wonder exists, and imagination reigns supreme.
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