A Story begins.
A young boy cries in utter confusion as he witnesses his parents as they deny all that he has ever believed in. Total confusion, reigns throughout his entire being as he desperately tries to make sense of the film of which he has inadvertently become an integral part as well as a distant observer.
A world dies; a world of belief disintegrates as the tears of emptiness flow into the fullness of pain and despair.
Please, stop. Mum, Dad, stop. Stop.
Without recognition, the boy watches as his parents travel further along the path of misunderstanding, anger and fear. Where is the love? Where is the love?
Once more he pleads with the strangers before him, to stop this act of violence and screams his promise of sacrifice;
if you don’t stop I will kill myself!
No response whatsoever, the promise goes unheard by his parents as they lose themselves to their own madness. Unable to withstand any further rejection, he runs into the kitchen, grabs the fifteen centimeter kitchen knife from the worktop and running past his lost guardians, seeks the familiarity of his bedroom that he shares with his younger brother. Looking out the bedroom window into a world, which is no longer his home, he raises the knife with the blade aimed at his stomach.
At that moment the father takes hold of the boys arm, freeing him of the knife and holding him to his chest telling him that everything is going to be alright.
The fighting stopped. The parents no longer argued, they separated and eventually divorced.
A story begins. A search for lost understanding
Yes, every story has its beginning. Can you remember how your story began? Can you remember when you moved out of the paradise of unconditional belonging, into a world of conditional conditioning?
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