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There are small odd corners of psychology.
Localities to locate and performances to perform.
In my younger years I was a poor, yet long haired hippie.
Everybody loved to party. Invariably there was at least one benefactor who could afford to fuel the party with his baggie of weed. But the most understandable psychology informs that the person who brought the goodies should not be sullied by doing the hard work of dispensing it. If everyone's gonna love him for it, he certainly does not want to be distracted from their accolades - the subtle but palpable gratitude of everyone wanting to be within his personal sphere.
He needs someone and I found the perfect niche. It seems you don't need to be able to buy pot to get stoned. Turns out all you need to do is be able to roll really good joints really fast. "Here, sir, let me get that for you - you just sit back and enjoy yourself". I roll a joint, take the first hit lighting it. Then I stick it in his mouth and he is pleased that the distraction gives him just what he wants and is seen clearly as the true benefactor he is as he hands it off to someone else.
Now, I'm busy rolling more. I actually have a fair amount of control over how much and how quickly I can get the entire party high. Of course, not having paid for it, I want to ... push the envelope as much as I can. The owner of the weed pretty much intended all that he presented be consumed, else he would have hidden the part he wanted for later. And, to the benefit of my extravagant plan, the benefactor very much likes the result and in the process is getting high enough to not even think about the subject too clearly. He's having fun and the party is going well - so there's nothing to suggest he might even think about reigning in my extravagance. In no time I'm passing every other joint to him and the ones in between I send around the other direction. Everybody loves the dilemma of having a joint passing from either side to you at the same time. Time to light another one!
Next party, the benefactor says "where have you been?" in a fake snarky voice as he throws the bag of weed at me.
Life is wonderful if you manipulate toward the common good.
It's only that selfish shit that created the crap world you see outside your door.
It CAN be changed.
It's called Intention.
You don't have to do anything you are not personally moved to do.
Just keep the wish for a peaceful supportive world in your heart.
You don't believe I can win. But I just want you to want me to win.
You can be 102% certain that I can't win. But you can want me to win all the same.
My core belief is that if I were to live in a happy world, I'd probably be just as happy as I was stoned in that stoned environment so long ago.
You can be anywhere in the world and read this.
You can be anywhere in the world and want this.
Share this story - share a laugh - give others the chance to secretly intend.