
Canto 22 – The Puppets on the Wall
The puppets in the workshop were all hung up by the strings on the workshop wall. There was a triple row of pegs to hang them from and they were basically all there. All hanging from strings and all in their bare wooden forms without costumes or wigs.
Shandra woke up with a start. She shook her wooden head awake. Sawdust flew out of her ears.
“Mark! Mark? Are you here too?”
“Yeah. To your left.”
Shandra turned her wooden head to see Mark smiling at her.
“You been awake for long?”
“No, Shandra. You woke me up by calling my name.”
She would’ve smiled back at him, but her face was made of wood and was fixed in a frown.
Below them both and to the right they heard a female voice crying. It was weeping softly.
“Who is that down there?” Shandra roared.
“That’s the Gingerbread Witch you burned up on stage,” said the mouse puppet directly on Shandra’s right.
Shandra glared at the mouse. It turned its little gray head away.
“So, what you cryin’ about down there, Wicked Witch?” Shandra growled.
“You burned me,” replied a shaky little voice.
“But it weren’t real… was it?”
“Everything that happens on that stage is real. Mr. Mephisto controls reality. How you think we all got to be puppets?” said the mouse angrily.
“I was just a runaway girl whose parents never looked for her. Mr. Mephisto promised to find a foster home for me when my punishment as a puppet is done,” sobbed the witch puppet. “Now, when he puts me back in my real body, I will probably be horribly burned all over my body.”
Shandra’s little wooden tummy immediately turned to ice… well, it felt like that anyway.
“I didn’t know…” Shandra started to say. But then she got angry. “Why didn’t you defend your little timid self, then?”
“I couldn’t. You are so forceful and scary.”
“Wait a minute,” said Mark, “you are saying all the puppets here are being punished for something?”
“Yeah. Running away from home is a sin that the Devil punishes.”
“I was a runaway too,” said the mouse.
“I ain’t no sinner,” growled Shandra.
Mr. Mephisto was suddenly there laughing. “You burned poor little Dierdre here. You put a hit out on Poppa Dark. You are definitely a puppet for a reason, little girl.”
“I’m gonna run away from here,” declared Shandra.
“You can’t. Your arms and legs only work on stage,” said Mephisto.
“You wouldn’t leave me here alone?” asked Mark meekly.
“No, of course not. What did Mark do wrong, by the way, Devil Man?”
“He ran away from loving parents to be with you, an evil influence.”
“So, we are in Hell, then?”
“No. More like purgatory. But for a reason. The angels in Hell are fallen angels, but still angels made by God.”
“Are you sending me to a home all burned?” whined the witch.
“You came here in 1925, Diedre. You are 103 years old now.”
“But you control reality, Devil Man,” Shandra said. “You could put her back as a child… and not all burned up, either.”
“That’s right. I could.” Mr. Mephisto grinned.
“So, why are we really here?” Shandra asked.
“Because God is a just god. Some will earn redemption. And some will get the punishment they deserve.”
“And what if we don’t believe in God?” Shandra growled.
“Well, whatever… He definitely believes in you. For good or ill.”






























How Mickey Battles the Blues
It should be noted that Mickey does not battle the St. Louis Blues. That is his favorite hockey team. And while they have never won the Stanley Cup, they do win a lot and are almost always in the playoffs. So they help fight depression. Battling them would not only be counter-productive, but might also result in losing all those big square white middle teeth in that goofy smile.
But battling depression is a constant necessity. Not only am I subject to diabetic depression and Donald Trump overload, but my entire family is prone to deep and deadly bad blue funks. It helps to be aware that there are a lot of ways to fight that old swamp of sadness. It doesn’t have to keep claiming the Atreyu’s horse of your soul. (Yes, I know that Neverending Story metaphors seriously date me to the 80’s and signify that I am indeed old… another reason I have to constantly fight depression.)
I have some surefire methods for battling depression that apparently the science actually backs up. It turns out that most of things that Mickey does actually stimulate the brain to produce more dopamine.
“Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that helps control the brain’s reward and pleasure centers. Dopamine also helps regulate movement and emotional response, and it enables us not only to see rewards, but to take action to move toward them.” – Psychology Today
So, I guess I am secretly a dopamine addict. It is a brain chemical you cannot focus or function effectively without.
8. And please, don’t forget food. Depressed eating can easily make you fat, but there are certain magical chemicals in certain foods that give you certain dopamine-building effects that can turn blue skies to bright sunshine. The primary chemical is called Tyrosine, and it can be found in a variety of foods like;
– Almonds
– Avocados
– Bananas
– Beef
– Chicken
– Chocolate
– Coffee
– Eggs
– Green Tea
– Milk
– Watermelon
– Yogurt
9. And finally, thinking skills are critical. While thinking too much and obsessing can get you into the tiger trap pits of depression, meditation, decompressive mantras and positive thinking can all dig you out and keep you out.
You are probably wondering what kind of nitwit authority I can actually bring to this topic, but I have spent a lot of money on therapy, not all of it for me, and I not only listen to psychiatrists and psychologists, but I remember what they explained to me. And I have tried enough things to know what works.
So while you are busy chicken dancing to Beethoven while eating a banana, rest assured, Mickey is probably doing something just as embarrassingly ridiculous at the very same time.
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