The Return of the Playground Series: Recap, Episode Two "Solution to Debt"
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The Return of the Playground Series Featuring Episode One "Seeking Truth"
I was swinging once again, only this time I was doing it with a purpose in mind. Quite simply I was hoping that Ijustam might show up. I grinned as I thought his name, recalling our last words as we parted. We’d walked back to the playground after talking for hours in the woods and just as he’d turned to leave I’d decided to ask him who he was. He’d smiled and said “I am…I just am.” Then he’d given me a salute and walked off.
I’d been almost certain I would wake up after that, find that I’d dreamed the entire thing. But that didn’t happen, so either he was real or I had one vivid imagination. Well I did have a vivid imagination….but come on. No way I imagined all that.
I came back to the playground every day since then, hoping to see him, but he didn’t show. On the third day I went into the woods and found “our spot” and left him a note inside the metal box, telling him I would be at the playground everyday just after noon. But it had been three days since then, and still no Ijustam.
He’d opened up a door in my mind to a whole new world, a world where nothing is as it seems, and while I definitely don’t regret it, I would really like some company in Wonderland. I entertained the idea that he’d gotten lost while chasing the white rabbit, and that’s what was keeping him.
“She swings into the sun day after day, wondering when he’ll come back to play.”
Once again I nearly bounced out of my seat at the sound of his voice, squeezing my eyes shut against the dizziness with a sense of déjà vu, which increased when I opened them and he was-once again-standing right in front of me.
I grinned. “So you found your way back?”
He raised a brow quizzically.
“I thought maybe you got lost while following the white rabbit.”
His lip twitched, “You have no idea how accurate that is.” He shook his head in bemusement. “So tell me, what’s been on your mind since I saw you last.”
I made a face. “It might be easier to tell you what hasn’t been on my mind. It’s as if my higher-thinking switch got turned on and there’s no filter. But I guess we can start with how they’re training people to be slaves. If they succeed, what will we be slaves to?”
He smiled slightly. “First of all, they’ve already succeeded, at least with the generations that have come before us. Think about your parents for a moment, your grandparents, what were their lives about?”
I frowned. “I don’t know…working, raising children…God.”
“Working for what?” He asked. “Raising children to do what? And God…are you sure, or would it be more accurate to say church?”
“Um, well working to pay the bills I guess, and raising children to…” My brows furrowed, to love?
He smiled faintly. “I know, it’s not something you’d normally give much thought to. But think about it now, why do people have children? To love them, you might say…” she nodded and he made a waving gesture, “I’m sure they love you, but is that what they raise you to do? Be loved by them, love them in return? No. They raise you to be good citizens. And if they’re church going then they raise you to be good churchgoers. To love God? Sure, but what is God? What would they say God was? A fatherly figure full of love…well if you do as he says then he’ll love you, right? Otherwise he’ll give you to Satan who will take you to a place called hell where you will burn for eternity. Does that sound loving to you? Does that sound like something an immortal creator would do?”
I hopped off the swing and started walking towards the woods, my mind turning these things over and over. Why do people have kids? Well obviously we’re biologically driven to do it, though at one time it was about increasing the population whereas now…well look at China. With their policy of only one child per family, to the point where they’ll murder a baby if it’s born female, it would seem that we’re now aiming to keep our numbers where they stand. I stumbled over a root, then gasped as Ijustam grabbed my elbow and steadied me. I hadn’t realized he was so close, I was beginning to think he had some kind of stealth superpower.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I glanced at him and warmth flowed through me at his genuine look of concern. “Yeah…I was just thinking about what you said…so why do people have kids now that we no longer need to increase population? What does being a good citizen mean?”
He smiled though it didn’t touch his eyes. “There was a time when it was useful to have a large population. There were roads to pave and bridges to build, electric lines to put up alongside telephone poles. During that era the slaves were doing exactly as they did long ago in Rome, only they thought they were choosing to do it and they were paid after all, slaves aren’t paid right?”
He flashed that smile again. “Then once these things were established the focus shifted from manual labor type trades to other skills such as medical, law, teaching, technological- etcetera. Only back then they still needed all of these people doing all of these things so they made it simple and affordable. They always make it simple and affordable when it’s necessary-just look at law-enforcement, to this day you can become a cop without a degree. So once they no longer needed new people in these fields suddenly it became very expensive just to buy a title. And because it’s expensive very few people can afford it out of pocket so they loan it to you. The new slaves are debt slaves, or not even new anymore since it began with some of our grandparents…but you can have whatever you want, buy now, pay later, but the interest is accumulating and you will never get out from under it once you start down that road…that is unless you simply walk away.” He smiled a real smile then.
I stared at him, enthralled, and took a few moments to absorb everything he’d said. We were still standing in the spot where I’d stumbled and I decided to sit down. “Walk away?”
As he looked down at me his smile increased, then he dropped down beside me. “That’s right, walk away. Drop out. Tell them you’re done being a slave, let them have the house you will never really own anyway, or the car that will be repossessed next week.”
“But then…what will you do? I mean for money, or for anything really?”
His smile faded and he shook his head. “Well unfortunately the white rabbit hasn’t led me to the answer for a way out of money just yet. But a way out of debt? Yeah, that can be done, just walk away. Save your money and buy a piece of land outright. Or a used car. Pick up a mobile home or even a camper. Are you really going to be happier inside a beautifully decorated-impress your friends style of house when you spend almost all of your time working your ass off just to keep it? When by the time you get off the clock you’re so wiped out all you can do is flip on the TV and stare at it until it’s time for bed just so you can get enough sleep to do the whole thing over again the next day?”
I nodded slowly. “That makes sense. But…why do they want us to be debt slaves?”
He laughed. “Because our parents do all the work so they, the elite, can do what I’m talking about only in much bigger style. They play on their yachts, in their lavish vacation homes, drinking expensive wine and talking about things the sheep are too tired to even dream about let alone think about. They have an all expenses paid vacation for life, and who bought it for them? Your dad, my mom, my uncle, your aunt, the guy next door, the woman down the street. Of course our elders would tell us that they chose it, it wasn’t forced on them, and in a way they’re absolutely right. But when these ideals are drilled into you since you are children it’s difficult to see what’s happening, how they’re tricking you.”
“Brainwashing,” I said.
He nodded. “Exactly.”
We sat quietly for a few minutes and I found myself dreading the start of school even though it was still five weeks away. How could I sit at a desk and listen to what I now knew to be lies? Lies that were designed to take away my personal power and turn me into a mindless robot. A slave. I thought about my parents and how they believed so strongly in all of the things he was talking about and experienced a wave of profound sadness. I wondered what they would say if I tried to tell them these things. I pictured my dad, who worked as an RN for the state, and thought about all of the years he’d put into it. Telling him these things would almost be like telling him he’d wasted most of his life. I thought about the old adage “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks” and wondered if that applied to man as well. And then I thought about church. I’d been avoiding that one.
“What you said about church…you don’t believe in God?” I asked hesitantly.
He smiled faintly and got to his feet, holding his hand out for me. I took it and he pulled me up.
“I have to go,” he said. “But I’ll see you again.”
I felt a stab of disappointment and bit my lip.
“You really have to stop doing that,” he told me. He looked dead serious for a moment but then he grinned and let go of my hand.
As I watched him walk away a thought occurred to me.
“Hey!” I called.
He stopped and turned slightly.
“I just am too!”
He stared at me for a second and then laughed, his whole face lighting up, transforming it into something unbearably beautiful. He gave me a salute and I could see he was still chuckling as he disappeared into the woods.
Generously created for me by @son-of-satire
I just are. The indoctrination camps are going down hill, grammar took a hit.
Haha! You know this tells me nothing about what you think of the story right? LOL
I like it, great writing style. (Almost seems like you're writing about the real world. Lol. End sarcasm.)
Makes me happy to see this old swingset again!
It makes me happy that I made you happy! Happiness all around!
Now with pictures! Have you changed any of the text for this one? I distinctly remember this chapter. It was as awesome as the first time I read it. You've come a long way, and the increased earnings for the series really proves it. I'm so happy that I get to see this series republished :D
I actually changed very little of the text on this one. In fact I initially did a save as and made some alterations, then when I read the original again I decided I didn't like most of the alterations. I really feel like I was channeling these stories, I was just completely living in them, and I don't want to mess that up. So if in some cases the photos are the added value, so be it I suppose. Honestly the increased earnings have to do with how little I was known way back when, which goes to show you how long we've known one another :)
Thank you my friend!
Haha yeah, however I'm torn when I realize the disparity between renown. While I'm happy that you have built quite a name for yourself during the span, I feel a bit saddened that I have achieved quite a miniscule amount of progress since then haha It is how it is.
Oh yeah, there was a third part to the jenna/mathias bet...a bit heavy lol.
I'm glad you're diving back into this series. Was this series that introduced me to you, and it is a great one.
What a great compliment. And it's rather ironic that we're both putting up the revised versions of the series that introduced us to one another. And of course you know I love BOO:)
Hadn't thought about that, but yes, I suppose it is rather coincidental. Something tells me you will be finishing your series a decade or so before I complete mine though. Lol