The Flood on Demand

Metaphorical Narrative

Picture a dark brown metal slide. Its edges are jagged, uneven, even tinged with orange rust. Around it, there’s only darkness. The slide looks permanent, like the only path you’re forced to ride down.

Then it happens.
From above, a clear blue-green flood pours in. Crystal drops shimmer like light itself, and the sheer force of the water makes the entire slide disappear. You can’t even see it anymore.

This flood isn’t random. It arrives the instant you call it. Always precise. Always strong. Each time it rushes through, the slide comes out less dark, a little shinier, a little more like the flood itself.

Core Insight

Ego builds its stage out of rust and darkness, but you don’t need to sit on it. You don’t need to scrape or polish it by hand. Negotiation keeps you stuck on the ride.

The flood is your power. It clears ego’s reflections in one move — not by fixing them, not by reconsidering them, but by drowning them. Every surge rewrites the stage, leaving less of ego and more of clarity.

Saturday Experiment

• When ego presents its rusty slide of thoughts, imagine the lever marked FLOOD ON DEMAND. Pull it without hesitation.
• Watch as the torrent washes everything away. Don’t argue, don’t inspect, don’t wait — flood.
• Notice how, each time, the stage loses some of its grip. A little shinier, a little lighter.

Sunday Reflection

What does he discover when the flood makes the stage vanish?
How does she feel knowing the flood never misses when summoned?
What happens for them when the rust of ego gives way to the clarity of water, again and again?