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The Kingmaker
CREATIVE
Excerpt from A Higgledy-Piggledy
Diary
Recently, I had a dream, and probably as with most of you I dream
as much with feeling as I do in seeing incidents.  In it I was a
Michael Caine-type servant in this large Royal household, and I
served a gruff yet kindly King.  The building where everyone shared
their lives and worked together was like a school gymnasium of
sorts - huge, airy and light, reflecting the relatively flat hierarchical
structure of our community.  Albeit the King had his entourage, and
as one might expect this consisted of that particular breed of men
confident that they have the right afforded by long lineage to act as
gatekeepers to all symbols of power and decision-making.  In my
head I remained all the ages that any one man can be.  I must have
thought I was still young enough to sway the ladies, since the
blonde ‘over there’ kept glancing at me, even though she was with
one of these gatekeepers.  He was tall and elegant, a perfectly
decent man, but taking no chances, whisking off his lady with a
minimum of fuss.  This opened up a direct channel to the King; or so
it seemed.  I was pleased to serve him, and he requested to know
how his subjects were getting on - but he remained sitting while I
stood, and he looked straight ahead, not once making eye contact
with me.   “Your Majesty,” I responded, “Your subjects are doing
just fine.”  Indeed, ours was a community enveloped in feelings of
warmth and well-being.  He smiled, his back turned away from his
people, and yet his heart remained with them.  In my head, now, I
was beginning to sense a wisdom that comes with old age; I knew
why I was here.  Our people were busy, busy, busy building
wardrobes - wardrobes fit for a king, but nevertheless just
wardrobes.  Having assembled some IKEA horrors in my time I duly
dispensed my great wisdom: adjustments were made; we were
making progress.  This is when it happened: something so profound
everyone sensed its looming, albeit any surprise was hidden within
the build-up.  A young couple, maybe late 20s, stand before me. 
They have a baby, and this baby will want for nothing.  They seem
the perfect young family, and the entire busy-ness of our community
was working for their benefit, and not necessarily the King’s.  But
then in walks a raggedy yet beautiful young boy.  Maybe he is ten
years old?  He could have been from the musical Oliver?  He could
have been me when I was a lad?  Everywhere falls silent.  The dream
is making itself known, like all dreams, in a manner not yet fully
revealed.  I feel warmth and compassion for the boy.  He is
distraught.  The young couple are embarrassed; he is their first-
born, and for some reason they abandoned him a long time ago.  “I
don’t want an education!” he sobs, “What use is that?”  All he wants
is to be loved.  I approach, kneel down, meet him eye to eye, and
aware that the whole world will hear my words doubt and fear enter
my mind.  I steel myself, then grab the moment.  “But to be
educated is very important,” I say, “It’s important to know why that
church over there was built in your town.  It’s important to know
why ships sail all over the world and do trade.  It’s important to
know the history of where you live and all the other countries of the
world.”  This may have been enough to silence most children, but
this boy isn’t giving in just yet.  “I don’t care about money!” he
cries.  “But money is important, too.  With money you can buy nice
clothes - expensive silks and cottons, and fine linen - and when
people watch you pass by they will say there goes an important
man.”  Remember, this is a dream, and they say all dreams come
from deep within - a very mysterious place.  This is when the magic
happened.  The boy turned into a cat, just like that - and not just
any cat; now ‘she’ has become my own dark brown, long-haired,
missy pussy cat, whom I named Elizabeth.  I pick her up, give her a
cuddle, and as usual with my cat I lay her on her back and tickle her
tummy.  “And you know what’s the most important thing?”  I say,
aware that the whole world is listening, “That whatever gift you’ve
been given, your job is to share it with everyone.”  At this point I
woke up, tangled in a warm embrace with my girlfriend.  A grin
breaks over my face.  I tell her my dream, and moments later we
make love.


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profound
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