The next morning, around 8am, the doorbell rang, Jeremy was woken up and decided to just leave it. Madeline had a key, and anyone else could just leave a note if it was that important. But the doorbell kept ringing. Four times it rang, until Jeremy heard the door being opened. He sprang out of bed just wearing his boxer shorts and he burst onto the upstairs landing, to see Madeline walking in with her key in the door, followed by Dr Fobwell. “I’m so sorry about this, perhaps they are asleep,” Madeline said, as she shut the door behind them. “I’ll go up and see if they are awake.”
“Daddy I’ve got an idea!” Michael burst in from the garden one Saturday afternoon, after he had been reading his book in the garden. Jeremy was just about to make his way out to join him, to inspect his cabbages, and perhaps pick one for supper. “Ok,” his father replied, clinking his spoon on the side of his cup as he finished making his tea.
“What if,” Michael said, as he slapped his book on to the counter-top. “What if,” he was panting excitedly, “we took mum into the forest?” Jeremy sipped his tea, and gave the same reply that he had given his son before.
“I must find it, Dad, I must.”
“Ok then, we will look some more.”
“It must be here somewhere, Dad, it must.”
“Ok then, we will keep looking.”
By Dr. Bernard J. Hoothfellow
I was in a job that I did not like. The mornings were like a hell. I remembered a time when I was enthusiastic about work, when I would jump out of bed, ready to fly in to another day in the lab, working towards what I thought was some great new cure for some terrible disease that was afflicting my species.
But as time went on, I became skeptical. The company I was working for was not as interested in health as I once thought. They manufactured drugs for sale all over the world, selling to governments and healthcare systems that would take people in who could not figure out for themselves what was causing their own diseases. Sometimes their drugs worked, oftentimes they didn’t, or the drugs got rid of a few symptoms, but gave you a whole new load of side-effects which would make you feel even worse than before you started taking the damn things.
Often we can feel trapped in thoughts, trapped in identity, trapped in conditioning. It can seem as if we are trapped in the cage of our own minds. This book points you out of this, to show you that both the cage and the person who feels trapped in it, are not real.
This book also looks at some of the insane ways we have been taught to approach life and to function in the world, and how to be free of these conditioned behaviours.
The content within each chapter is split into passages, each passage being a pointer in itself. You may feel inclined to only read a single passage, and pause to allow time for the words to sink in before moving on.
Three young children were running through the forest. They were playing. They had given Richard a head start, and the other two, Amanda and Greg, had to chase him down.
The forest looked like a place of pure magic. The beams of light from the sun were penetrating down through the trees on to the forest floor, and high above the children the tops of the trees were gently swaying in the wind, and their leaves seemed to dance and rustle from far overhead. It was quiet, other than the distant rustling, and the giggles and occasional shouts of the children who were running along the ground.
Jerry was a strange boy, no one could understand him. His parents had known there was something wrong with him from a young age. He was seventeen now, and some people were still uncomfortable with it.
Ever since she was very young, Tess had a voice in her head. She had a voice in her head that would never stop speaking, all day long, until the only time that Tess ever got any rest, was when she was in bed, asleep and snoring.