Hypnotised chickens…

Nick's chickQuite why I have to be up at ridiculous o’clock, I don’t know. Well, I probably do, but even for me it is a bit early in the day to start calling myself an idiot. I wouldn’t mind if I’d managed to get to bed before half past midnight, but after tossing and turning for a while, waking from a particularly unpleasant dream, I gave in and got up. Sleep was not happening.

The lurid and improbable story of the dream still lingers around the fringes of my mind in the same way as the events from whence it sprang hover at the edge of memory. It is not a time that I particularly wish to remember, nor indeed something I feel a need to forget. It was simply part of life, and therefore part of the inevitable learning curve of growing into today. I say inevitable, because in some ways that is true… the yesterdays we have lived and the tomorrows we envisage can only bring us to where we now stand, individually and collectively. There are no ‘what ifs’ where the past is concerned… there is only the way it was, and the indelible imprint that leaves upon life.

There is the theory that there are multiple alternate universes of ‘what ifs’, where every possible bifurcation of the future is played out. It is an interesting thought. We tend to imagine it, if we think about it at all, as if we stand on the brink of decision, a single point in an infinite multiverse, ready to take a next step that rays out from the moment like the petals of a daisy. Yet if you really think about it, that could not be… for in each of those myriad worlds the ‘I’ that came to that point would have passed through so many of those moments, taking every possible variant of decision, that each of those infinite ‘I’s’ would be different… and the older we grew, the more different we would become, inexorably changed by the differing experience of the individual life and the paths we have walked.

The layers of that infinite multiverse could only bear any similarity at the first moment of its being…because our lives are so shaped and influenced by those who bring us to any given moment that we would simply not be who we are. In many of these universes we, as individuals, could simply not exist… our parents may never have met…the choices leading away from the possibility of our coming into being at all would also be infinite.

So while it might be a comforting… or disturbing … thought to imagine yourself in another universe making a different decision that leaves you happy, famous or wealthy at least somewhere in creation, that you would not be you… if you even exist there at all.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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4 Responses to Hypnotised chickens…

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  2. Widdershins says:

    Agree with the sentiment … also, why would anyone do that to an innocent chicken. The poor chook probably went into freeze mode as though a predator were present.


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