Coma Boy

I would like to share a story of a young boy I happened across in life. I met him at a very young age and have spent much of my life as his friend. Our lives have shared many parallels and in order to protect his privacy, I have changed the names involved. So without further banter...

Bob was a normal baby as far his parents could tell. He came out with all five fingers and all five toes, a pretty good start in life, I would say. His parents were new to the baby game and doting. They listened to all the advice given and made many choices out of instinct. They gave him a warm place to live and grow.

Bob spent much of his childhood standing back and observing the world around him. He wanted to know how things worked, so he could participate in the wonderful and exciting world of experiences. He learned from his elders how life worked, how people grew up, how to learn to talk, walk, and everything else that comes along with being human. He was educated in schools and instructed in the ways of mankind. He learned the History, the Science, and the Religion of his home. He was taught to believe and to have faith. He was taught the difference between good and evil.

School came and went as Bob grew up into what everyone always predicted he'd become. He could stand tall with his shoulders wide and command attention from those below him. He achieved success in life and found it easy to find mates, however temporary. During these growing years and the years following the transformation of Bob from boy to man, we spent much time talking and discussing the ways in which we could better understand this system we inhabit. Bob and I were of the same volition to somehow achieve the goals we set. The goals everyone had set.

We saw how easily the system could be manipulated to our ends and desires. Yeah, we had to work for this stuff, but nowhere near as hard as most. When we recognized the appearance of the loophole in the system, we were the first to jump at it. This usually resulted in success. Our business and personal goals were being achieved constantly, in an ongoing sense of bliss.

Of course there were always the miseries that seemed to interlace themselves within our joy. They were taking our joy from us, these miseries. Faced with this problem, we fought more diligently to renew the sense of bliss we received from achieving our physical goals. We kept learning about this system to further our joy. All these things were the things one was supposed to do in life. Everyone knew that! Get more, more more.

Well, Bob and I had a major falling out recently. There were new choices presented about future events and the path of mankind in general. We could not agree on the significance of anything we would discuss. We would end up arguing about which side was correct and why. We were being guided by our independent thinking systems for the first time. This left open the possibility that we would not agree on any topic again. Decision time.

I saw something that Bob refused to acknowledge. In fact, Bob interpreted it completely different. This was a life choice and it seemed that a split was needed.

Well that split occurred when Bob died.

Bob died, when he was 18 months old, in a backyard swimming pool. His Father had pulled his lifeless body from the pool and did everything he knew to bring life back into his child. At the hospital the Doctor's said they could not promise a recovery and Bob fell into a deep coma. He was left on the life support machines as he grew from child to adult. He is there now. For you see, he is me.

Everything I know has been told to me during an unending dream within my own mind. I was not given a chance to know any different. Dying at such a young age. I followed all the guides that ever presented themselves, even though it was all really up to me. It is my mind we are talking about here! The "truths" that I followed, were just as imaginary as the world I was inhabiting. Only now is that obvious and I am still enjoying the ride of learning. I believe I have found a loophole that will allow me to escape this coma and truly live. That loophole is acceptance of the prison. I have found the tools of escape and am beginning to apply them. The loophole is knowledge!

I am going to give those doctor's a great big surprise. Some will not believe while others will simply say, I knew it. When I do wake up, things will be different. This I have already seen. Now I need to learn how to get from here to there. Everything is a lesson!! Escape is your choice! As it is mine!