IT IS 2025 AND ALL IS WELL IN THE WORLD

Visions of joy, laughter and abundance!

Good day to you all!

Today I would like to introduce you to an idea from a friend:

An Open Invitation For Readers To Use Their Visualization And Creative Writing Skills To Solve The World's Problems

I admit that I did not respond to this post immediately. I read a few of the responses in the comments and I ruminated.

I do like a good ruminate.

This knotty problem required a lot of chewing of the cud. So I took my time over it.

Finally, six weeks late to the party, I submitted my ending to the story, as requested.

Here it is:

"How did they do it?" said the child.

The mother answered:

"Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin!

The nasty people made a very big mistake. They forced the hard working people in their industries to accept a bad poison injection or they would have lost their jobs and been unable to care for their families. However, the bad poison was so strong that it murdered all the important people who were running the country's services, hospitals, schools, factories, shops and offices.

Slowly, the only people fit enough to work were the ones who had refused the bad poison injections! These people took the jobs and sabotaged the bad industries."

"What does sabotaged mean, Mummy?" asked the child.

"The people who had nice clean blood also had nice clean imaginations!" said the mother. "They messed up the money-making machines and the bank accounts of the very rich. They changed the factories so that they made only things which helped people. They threw all the chemicals into a deep pit and concreted over it. They tore down all the communications towers and used the steel to make strong houses. They took all the tell-lie-visions to pieces and recycled them, just like we do with the plastics and glass bottles we use now."

"What was a tell-lie-vision?" queried the child.

"Those were funny machines which told everyone what to think about. They were very bad because they made people think that they had to buy a lot of things to fill up their unhappy lives - but it never made the people happy. So they stopped using them and preferred to meet up in the parks and cafes where they could play with their children and share ideas. There were no more healthy teachers and so schools began to close down too."

"What is a school, mummy?" the little child looked confused.

"That is where all the mummys and daddys used to have to send their children while they worked hard to buy all the things that the tell-lie-visions said they needed!"

"You mean they sent their children away?" the child looked horrified.

"Yes, sweetie, they had to, otherwise they could not get enough money to feed them!"

"Didn't they have the pretty tokens then?" asked the child.

"No, my love. They hadn't read Qaddafi's Green Book like we do. They didn't know about local consultations and local representatives like daddy."

What does daddy do at the meetings, mummy?" asked the sleepy child, pulling his soft quilt up to his neck as he lay down on his pillows.

"Daddy talks with all the other mummys and daddys about what is needed around here and then he goes to the district meeting and applies for the pretty tokens to do it. He comes back and organises things so that everyone gets whatever they need. It makes him very happy, even though he is often out a lot like right now. I expect he will come and kiss you goodnight in a little while. Snuggle down, sweetie. Tomorrow we will find out about our new house, won't that be fun? Nighty, night!"

Reference: The Green Book - Muammar al-Qaddafi - http://openanthropology.org/libya/gaddafi-green-book.pdf

Do you have a better vision?

Please visit Larry Druhall’s post and contribute to his quest!

ONWARDS!
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