The Fun House has been a regular attraction at carnivals for years. I’m not sure if they still have them as I haven’t been to a carnival for a very long time. The weird mirrors, dark corners with things jumping out at you, and the scary sounds attracted many people.
When they were 6 and 8, I took my two oldest girls to the county fair which had a carnival they weren’t going to miss. It was the first year both of them were tall enough to get on some of the rides. We had a blast! Then we walked past the Fun House. The girls looked up at it, saw the word, “Fun,” and were excited.
“Daddy, daddy, can we go in?”
“We want to have fun!”
“It’s not what you are thinking it is,” I told them, but they kept on insisting I was depriving them of fun until I gave them the tickets knowing this would be a learning experience. They skipped merrily up to the entrance, knowing in their minds that this was going to be fun.
The pair entered and there was some quiet punctuated by a couple of giggles as they strolled past the mirrors. That was followed by a few seconds of silence. Suddenly there was a scream, then two more. The heavy clomping of feet could be heard going this way and that. More screams. Then the girls exited the Fun House at a gallop with their ears pinned back and eyes wide with fear.
“Daddy, there was a man in there with a chain saw.”
“He tried to murder us!”
“There was blood on the saw, so he murdered someone else already.”
When I got them calmed down and was able to explain what had happened to them, they became indignant. There had been no truth in advertising the Fun House. The pair marched up to the man taking tickets.
“We didn’t have fun. We want our money back!”
Despite them hanging on to their arguments like little bull dogs, the man did not give in.
Why did I write about the Fun House today? It seems we, as a society, have bought our tickets and passed through the entrance into the dimly lit Fun House where everything is distorted and you don’t know what is going to jump out at you next. If we could find the exit we would get out, but the door is closed and locked with a sign stating, “No Refunds.”
Instead of co-operating with each other, we are divided. I get it: we are all different. We have different senses and capabilities, different experiences and so on. Our differences have put us in tribes that war against each other as if one of us or the other knows how to get out of the Fun House and we are certain the others are intent on keeping us there. Divided we fall.
I get it. There are people with whom you have differences that can’t seem to be resolved, but is there something wrong with working with those people on something you both agree on? Also, there are those who have bought in to the distortions in our Fun House and will not be moved no matter the evidence brought before them. Treat them gently. If we work together, maybe we can find a way out of this distorted reality we are living.
I am well aware that many people don’t understand that the Fun House we are living in was not constructed in a short time. Its construction has moved ahead over decades, rather than just a few years. It is a psychological operation that has been ongoing since just after the murder of JFK. Anyone who doubts this can look up Project MK Ultra and Project Monarch for just a teaser of some of the programs that have been run on us. Oh,yes! They were officially terminated but do you think they stopped, or did they just move the program elsewhere, give it a different name? With all that is coming out, it is important for us to know the depths of the distortion of our reality and to question our perceptions of past events.