Twisted Disney

Who’s Leading This Race?

Someone should have told me it was US.

In the monotheistic and imperialistic world around us, the leader is always ONE. One person, one god, one something. One ring to rule us all, one ring to find us. One ring to bring us all, and in the darkness bind us.  Ok, that’s a little extreme, and this is supposed to be twisting Disney, after all.  I like the Twisted Disney art, because it shows how perfectly the Disney dream has been corrupted since ole Walt started his Magic Kingdom all those years ago, and how that very Magic Kingdom, which reflected the American Dream and Ideal, was a perfect parody of everything it was drawn to hopefully, oh so achingly hopefully, inspire to change.


Check out THAT princess. That’s Kida, from the best Disney movie ever made, Atlantis.  As envisioned by Jeffrey Thomas, my absolute favourite Twisted Disney artist.  Please click his name and view his art, at the very least.  His Snow White is my dearest piece, and has been for more years than I can remember.  Maybe as long as he has had it in creation.  She has been my phone screen as long as I have had phone screens.  I find her inspirational.  Just like Kida, here.

Because the Disney dream is dead, folks.  Dead and twisted and corrupted just like everything else in this wasteland, and it has been made that way by the same One Ring ideology that came in from outside and corrupted everything else we have held sacred and dear.  Just like any partnership, endeavour, healing journey, or goal can be corrupted from within by trying to serve two masters (or mistresses) one over the other. And the whole idea of that “outside is scary and mean and evil” concept that keeps us scared and cowering and corrupted and unable to change.

I received confirmation of the joy of unity this week.

My family sat down and had a no-holds-barred communication free-for-all where everyone turned everything off (phones, laptops, music on the telly, etc) and sat around our living room coffee table and were completely frank with each other.  We used our family safe word liberally (it’s Oklahoma.  We came up with it years ago, and it popped out of someone’s mouth because the safe word is supposed to be something not used in average conversation, and we all started yelling “Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!” like Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels; since that is EXACTLY what a safe word is supposed to function as in a family situation, it was perfect) and added a NEW form of family safety net.  It’s called “hammer time!”, and it is added to the family tendency to exclaim “stop!” when someone gets off-topic or too heated (we are all philosophers and scientifically inclined and nerds so this happens frequently whether we are having this sort of discussion or trying to figure out what to cook for dinner).

At the end of about three hours we had two adult children and two pushing 50 adults feeling about ten thousand pounds lighter all reoriented toward the family goals, all on the same page about everyone’s emotions, a metric fuckton of confusion and hurt and angst cleared up, and four human beings felt uplifted and less toxic.

It was the culmination of years of work on my part, at least.

I don’t want to close this post with the illusion that I am now a magical liopleurodon  because that is never going to happen.  I am just a woman who happens to believe in things like the Jungian concept of synchronicity and that maybe the odd human idea of deity will eventually be explained through scientific study of dark matter.  And in the meantime we can study brain chemistry and polyvagal nerve theory and parasympathetic/sympathetic nerve responses and social sciences and history (ad nausem) to help each other avoid the whole One Ring To Rule Them All disaster scenario.  And while we are doing that we can work to make our families work better.  And our communities.  Because helping each other feels good.  It’s something to do with that nervous system, organic machine thing.

After all, according to a recent Baylor study, couples who play board games together produce oxytocin…the “love hormone”. I bet it’s not just couples.

Published by: The Science Witch

Witchery is science, and science is witchery.  My journey through this mortal coil is nothing more than transforming myself from one state to another.  Through that transformation I transform others; I also transform the world around me.  I do this through various means that can be considered arcane: my thoughts transform my very brain by way of electrical currents and chemical signals.  My hands transform my world through the actions of physics and chemistry by way of the magic of cooking and the application of the arcane potions of makeup and hairspray.  My actions nurture or destroy by way of kindness or apathy or discipline.  Of myself or others.  This blog is all about that.  And the story behind how I found all of it out...

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