The Yeti and The Mermaid; The True Story of 2 People Who Needed Help And Helped Each Other, Chapter 2
Chapter 2
What she found when she got there was unexpected. The Ocean she remembered from childhood had dried up... it was gone, or it had never existed. Perhaps it had been a mirage in a futile desert. She had to find the deep vast wide bottomless Source within herself instead. She had to say farewell to her ancestors once and for all.
She had pulled the Tower card. The tie was severed. The real reason for her journey west was yet to be revealed.
The yeti was a scary creature. He was terrifying ... but in his heart of hearts he wanted to be loved. He wanted to be different but he did not know how. No one would go near him. He was shunned. He was kicked out of places that say "all are welcome". He had his facade - he had chosen "Crazy-with-a-Capital-C" (CwaCC) as his method of functioning because it had worked. When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout - create a diversion.
The dark and the light are part of the Whole - to Unify them requires Listening to the Source...
The mermaid met the yeti in the street. She first saw him ranting to himself one night in the cold dark air. He slept on the pavement. Made his shelter on the boulevard. Laid his head on the highway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him as a statesman; making a formal address; commanding a large audience of admirers...
She had a flash of recognition. She knew - that was the purpose of her journey - to help him find his way. She offered him her time, since that was her most valuable gift and all she really had. She could not understand him through her logic, so she listened to him with her Heart, and she heard him. He was looking for the Ocean too.
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He was really a Marlin. He had emerged in this life as a boy-child, and had quickly become a yeti to disguise himself due to his chaotic surroundings. Now he was lost and could not find his way home ... just like her in a certain way. The difference, she thought, was that she knew she was a mermaid. It was much later she realized that she was wrong. The yeti actually thought he was a yeti when he was really a small-boy child with a marlin spirit. He was far into the woods of self-deception. He had a long walk ahead of him. Helping him made her own journey out of the woods bearable.
In Hindsight
Truth be told, the yeti was born into a generational satanic family. His father worked for the CIA under McNamara. He was a Crew Chief who ordered the deaths of thousands. His mother was a drunk. His grandfather, a 5-star General. He was the first born son, and the sacrifice. He was used as a MK Ultra mind-control experiment regarding the combination of LSD and major pharmaceuticals on the brain.
The yeti kept people at arms length and it also endeared him to certain other CwaCC people - plus he got free cigarettes and the occasional bud and free food. He didn't have to "work" a normal schedule and since he's an "artist" and a "scientist" he is too smart to live a normal life - CwaCC works, sort-of. The only problem with CwaCC is that he can't really live indoors because he would have to actually deal sanely with neighbors and bills and regular meals and of course there is the loneliness which leads him to do stupid things like light fires in the living room... the other downside to CwaCC is the occasional run-in with the cops which lands him in hand-cuffs and the eventual four-point restraints in the psych ward, shot up with major tranquilizers... But he's used to it - it' been going on like this since the 70s.
In the 70s sometime, the yeti was a semi-normal guy, working a 9-5 job. He had recently been honorably discharged from basic training in the Army for a physical ailment and he was not yet 21. He got a job as a chemist for a place that was a subcontractor of the DOD and the work they were doing was ultimately to support the war machine, so when he ended up dosed on 12 hits of Owsley's purple ohm domes at a seemingly innocent after-work dinner party where he was schtuping the doctor's wife, no one questioned it. It was not the first time he had done LSD, but never that much at once.
Soon after, he was taken by his parents to the local nuthouse. No thought of MK Ultra programming came to mind. It seemed innocent enough tha*t he was now doing the Thorazine shuffle and living in a half-way house for a year, where he celebrated his coming of age, with serious brain damage and taking big medications that would block the part of his brain that is still tripping. His polysomes are forever disaggregated.
He now lives on a cocktail of Depacote, Risperidone, and Cogentin plus weed. He stays in his room day in day out smoking cigarettes and listening to the radio. He's content.