Vikid was in his office, The Armchair next to him but he was not on it. He sat semi-upright typing into the computer.
This wasn’t really the information age, nor was it the age of AI, transhumanism or whatever else the crackpots claimed it to be.
It was the age of False Accusation and Vikid was being falsely accused. About what? Well perhaps a little of that later but it really isn’t important.
It was a well known fact now for anyone paying even a modicum of attention to anything happening in the News or culture in general that a great very many number of people were being falsely accused and then cancelled.
Some people were being cancelled for what they said. Others were being cancelled for what the wore. Others still were being cancelled for who they were. It was an inexhaustible list.
“Oh! Your Great great great great great Grandfather was ‘linked’ to the Slave Trade?”
Yeah, that’s a cancellation for you.
“Oh! Your mother died 3 days after taking the safest and most effective medication known to man. And you think it should be investigated? Goodbye, don’t come back here and we’ve pfired you for you efforts. Good luck making ends meet!”
“Oh! You think a penis belongs to a Man?!!! Bigoted Freak, may we never see your face again, at least without a hundred hours of ‘reeducation training’ and a gratuitous public apology…”
Yes these things were going on but the carnage and misuse wasn’t limited to these egregious crimes…
You could get cancelled, lose friends and your livelihood these days for simply thinking that “War was Bad”.
Indeed Vikid was not exaggerating for multiple examples of these crimes were going on everyday of the week.
After being falsely accused himself, he decided to meditate on the nature of what was going on.
First, of course we had the reactive feeling of Righteous Anger. You wanted to fight your accuser to tell him/her that what you were accused of was wrong.
Second, there was a great feeling of shame. That, especially came when you no longer felt that you could win the first battle. The accusation somehow became real and you faced the shame of it as if you had committed the crime.
Third, came the second guessing, whereby you were no longer sure if the accusation made had actually been correct. That you yourself were wrong in the denial. Perhaps you are that low lying looser that you were being accused of being.
Forth, depending on your disposition could be to either,
a) Dismissal. To dismiss the whole affair, resolving to keep your character aloof, intact and hell with anyone else.
b) Resentment. Holding your accuser in contemp. Perhaps planning revenge.
c) Capitulation. Accepting your ‘error’ and not making the same ‘mistake’ again.
d) Contemplation. Accepting the situation as is and trying to learn about the nature of the accusation. Attempting resolution and course correction.
e) Love. Learning to love the situation.
Of course it could be some combination of all of the above and many more things.
Vikid thought the last one was both the hardest and the most rewarding. It was learning to Love the situation by seeing through its ridiculousness.
It was a game, the ‘Leela”. The Divine Dance of the Cosmos.
There would be heart ache, possibly punishment. You and the accuser could resolve things or you could be cast out of society. All these many many things and more could happen. You could accept some blame for the situation, you could deny it.
But through Love you could burn through the whole thing. Make your peace with the diving being that rests in everyone’s hearts.
No one knows another person’s pain. Why we do things to hurt each other. Why we hurt ourselves. Often for no good reason at all.
Vikid had noticed this in his own heart. A deep resounding pain but also a glorious emanation of love. It was often just sitting with the frequency of each of them. Committing neither greatly nor denying either.
War never bought peace.
Only Love can do that.
But that word, Love, is most misunderstood. It doesn’t mean that you are being a soppy toad. It doesn’t reside in fake smiles and grand overtures of gratitude, nor is it in fake hugs, kisses or lovemaking.
So Vikid thought.
How do you deal with a false accusation?
Well you meet it with Love.
What is Love?
Ha! Well that is hard to say but you’ll know it when you meet it…
And that’s,