Break The Matrix (introduction)

  Introduction

While we live this earth is our place. If there is a Heaven it will
be here. If there is a Hell it will be here. Poisoned or perfect . . .
it is up to us.

I do not pretend to know what awaits us on the other side of
this life, but I am convinced we have been created on this
planet at this time to care for and help restore her delicate
balance. At the present time we are not living up to that calling
and are about to face a full frontal environmental breakdown.

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Break The Matrix(Chapter One)

Mental Conditioning

I wonder if any of those guys in the matrix who decided to save the world from communism, even considered what long lasting effects Agent Orange would have on the countries of Vietnam and Cambodia during their American war. Or how many
millions upon millions of life forms our planes would destroy while carpet bombing the Laotian Plain of Jars.

I wonder if they even cared that they not only killed 58,000 of our own, but an estimated 1 to 3 million peasants and soldiers who farmed or fought or merely lived there. I wonder what Henry Kissinger (a long time member of the matrix) thought as he was lolly gagging his way to a cease fire in Paris. Continue reading “Break The Matrix(Chapter One)”

Salvation

You: What does it mean to be saved?

Me: That depends upon your religious affiliation, but as a rule the Christian church teaches that Jesus Christ willingly gave up his life as a sacrifice for your sins, and by your acknowledgement of that sacrifice you have been freed from the curse of sin and death. It teaches that Heaven is reserved for those who die in the faith . . . Hell is reserved for those who don’t.

Christian doctrine accepts a convert as they are and promises them a new life where they will be forgiven of past sins and become a new person as they live under the living word of God and His bible. In time the simplicity of that message created the largest and most powerful religion known to man. People flocked to the Mother church and her teachings by the millions.

When I was a younger man I know I did. I was at the end of my rope. I needed help from somewhere. Jesus was there, free and open armed, for me. I was born again in a local church and as long as I remained in good standing with the church and it’s doctrine I was guaranteed a place at the table when I got to Heaven. Heady stuff for a guy who had absolutely no religious affiliation whatsoever, and it worked great for a couple of years . . . BUT . . .

In time I began to notice that my life had become an ‘us vs them’ affair, something I was not comfortable with for many reasons. I began to question . . . especially when I realized I, as well as almost every church person I knew, had pretty much traded our past sins in for an open, ongoing, and obnoxious version of self righteousness. I was not pleased with myself.

I studied the bible, prayed for this and that, even lived on a Christian commune for a couple years . . . but after all was said and done I was the same guy I’d always been, but now I had to hide behind this magical connection to God. Anyway the questions became too many, the doubts too large, and I became what we church people feared more than anything else . . . a reprobate backsliding his way to Hell!

Back to the question of salvation: What was I being saved for? Why me? What if I couldn’t read the bible? What if I was born a Muslim? A Jew? An Indian? Chinese? What about the rest of creation? The questions came on like an endless series of waves in a heavy storm and I felt myself sinking under them . . . so I did what I do best. I hopped a plane and headed off into the sunset and a new adventure in Seattle.

Today I am not down on any church, but in general I believe we have gotten it all wrong when it comes to Christianity. I believe we have been duped by a ministry clearly bent on self aggrandizement. Guys who have created magical doctrines in order to rule over their flock of believers instead of taking the time and patience to teach them to practice what the simple teachings of Christ actually meant. We Americans are an overly spoiled, ‘all show and no go’ people. Even our version of Christianity, (especially the TV ministry bullshit), proves it to us.

Bottom line . . . It is easier to WORSHIP Jesus than it is to LEARN from him . . . and the ministers are using our spiritual laziness against us by promoting their version of American exceptionalism in order to control our minds, and give themselves a great life in their shiny new church. These Pharisees and false prophets are alive and well and living among us.

So here’s my answer to your question on salvation:  Jesus didn’t appear on the scene to SAVE you. He came to TEACH you how to SAVE yourself. . . and if you choose to follow and practice his teachings, he will be your teacher and you his student. And what can be more satisfying to a teacher than to have a student who learns his lesson?

Jesus was a special being, no one can argue that. I believe he existed and was a thorn in the sides of the priests of that day, just as you will become if you follow his lead. I don’t believe he was a special creation though. I believe he was an old soul who obtained awareness at a very early age and dedicated his life to the cause of teaching humanity a better way.

I believe there have been many teachers who have come and gone throughout the ages who were born for the very same reason, and I believe they all have based their teachings on one four cornered foundation.

house of god
You are being saved for no other reason than to build THIS house . . . you may never know it, you may never be awarded anything other than the satisfaction of knowing you helped build it . . . but that will be enough.

 

The Book

Summer 1980 . . . It’s summertime and I have just  recently flown back to Ohio after leaving the body farm in Palmer Alaska. I am beginning to write a book about my times living on one of Sam Fife’s end time farms. Following is the introduction to that book . . .

Introduction

It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago I was standing on a cliff overlooking the Little Susitna river staring beyond into the foothills of the distant mountains whose streams and hills were once laced with gold and promises of grandeur. The mines are still there to tell the story of the old days when gold was God and men deprived themselves, struggling against the harsh climate to seek its favor and to possess all the earthly goods that it offered them.  

I too was there in Alaska seeking gold, but my gold was the promise of a changed nature. A nature of good fruit and righteousness that God has promised to them that loved Him and sought to walk in His way. Proverbs 8-19 says – My fruit is better than gold even pure gold and my yield than choicest silver. I walk in the way of righteousness, in the midst of the paths of justice to endow those who love me with wealth, that I may fill their treasuries.

Years ago the Lord had given me a vision of God’s people living together in peace and harmony, of working the land and experiencing His life together in Christian community. Corporate life and total commitment to Jesus Christ and His body was at the time, in my opinion, the highest of callings.  

I’d spent the last five years there in the Matanuska valley, experiencing the joys and sorrows that come from living so close with so many. Knowing first hand how easy it is to expound upon the principles and doctrines of God and to declare our total commitment to Him in church, but how difficult it is to walk daily on His path and continually heed His call to lay down our lives and our wants that our brother may live and have his needs met. I loved Alaska and my family there, I was certain I would never leave, but it seemed the Lord had other plans for me.

How did I come to be involved in such a lifestyle? This is my story. A story of one man’s search for meaning in this life. A search for reality.

END

 

Summer 2018 . . . That was then . . . this is now. Then I was a young man full of visions, on a hero’s journey . . . today I am an old man full of dreams who is reaching as far back on memory lane as he can get, trying to figure out what the hell it was I was thinking those many years ago.

In the beginning of this story it is easy to recognize the effects of imagination on the romantic mind. It only takes a worthy cause to arouse the warriors spirit and send him on the hero’s journey.

Forever, it seems, I have been on that journey. Like Sir Launfal in Lowell’s poem “ The Vision Of Sir Launfal” I was, it seems, on a quest to find the holy grail and like the original seeker I failed miserably.

What kind of person gets caught up in these cults anyway?  I can only speak for myself.

My early life was not normal by any definition. I was a smart kid from a dysfunctional family with no self esteem and very little training. I grew up in a housing project that required me daily to defend myself against multi membered bullies that were older than me and higher up the pecking order. I was a competitive, street smart loner before the age of ten. I was most likely the ideal candidate for a cult.

When I had my Jesus moment around the age of thirty I didn’t hear the call to salvation and Heaven like everyone else I knew. I heard the clarion call to save the world for Jesus and his church . . . I, still on the hero’s journey,  jumped in with both feet and enlisted into the army of God . . . Glory! Fighting for God . . . It doesn’t get any better than that! The tests and trials before that day became moot as I put on His armor, took up His sword and began to fight His battle against Lucifer and his army of demonic angels.

Then one day my truths changed and I tossed that heavy sword into the river of life and settled down for a long, long nap . . .

Today I am out of causes and . . . today, like Sir Launfal, I realize that the holy grail had been with me the whole time, it lived within the eyes and lives of the family I had left behind in my mad dash to win the war against Satan and make a way for God’s people.  

I’m now 76 years old. I figure if I’m going to write this book I better get started before father time punches my clock. So as memory holds, here we go . . . down the pathway of remembrance.

This will not be a negative story, nor much of a positive one either. I am going to try to write this as an impartial observer. I still have friends on the various farms that I love and respect and mean them no harm. Regardless of how I feel about religion and the Brother Sam ministry I will take none of my angst out on them . . . it was a time when the world was so different and so much simpler that I thought the hero actually had a chance to make a change . . . before JFK got killed, before the war in Vietnam turned my generation upside down, before drugs and before Brother Sam . . . that is.

 

Religion

Everybody’s heard about Hell and has a pretty good idea what that word means, but do they KNOW for sure what the word means? . . . no. We do the same thing with the word God, and like God we have far reaching variables when it comes to the physical reality of eithers existence.

The Christian version of Hell has fire and brimstone and eternal damnation for any soul that goes there. There’s also a mini Hell for Catholics called Purgatory, that’s a place to go when we’re not quite bad enough for the real Hell or good enough for Heaven. In time it’s even possible to work one’s way out of Purgatory and into Heaven.

Heaven, being a place of perfect beauty and everlasting peace, promises that upon arrival a feast is prepared at the table where Jesus and the saints await us. Afterwards, with full bellies, we’ll walk the gold paved streets of New Jerusalem, drinking wine in a self filling cup while having eternal fellowship with the saints forever. What’s not to like about that? Truth be known, that doesn’t even appeal to me, I think I’d opt for the Islamic version where martyred believers go immediately to paradise and receive 72 virgins. That sounds like more fun.

Now I hope it’s obvious that I am just poking fun at some of our ridiculous ideas when it comes to Heaven and Hell. If anything it’s far more possible that upon our death we drop the physical body off at the morgue and revert to the same vibration (state) we originally came from, hopefully after learning something eternal during our visit.

Now, the low vibration of Hell may suit some of us, but that will be a place of our own making, a comfort zone where we will fit in with the crowd of degenerates we related to best in this life. . . so to speak. All that Dante’s Inferno stuff was created by the church to keep us fearful and in line with doctrine.

“OMG how can you say that?” you ask?

Following is my answer based upon the pretext that we are already in Hell and are too dumb to realize it.

What happened? What caused the environment, as signified in the bible as the allegorical Garden of Eden, to change into the polluted chaos we have today? Simple. We, through our own free will, created it. Singularly and corporately, we have created this hell we now live in. WHY? Because of spiritual laziness and a complete lack of understanding concerning who/what we are.

Eons ago cunning men created religion and set themselves up as intermediaries between us and God. We willingly gave up our personal connection to the Godhead and by doing so have spent eons in a slavery of our own making. The priests took control of our minds and began to teach us little more than what had already been planted within us by our creator. Forgetting the truth we grasped hold of the lie and followed it down a trail to nowhere (our present state) . . . and the rest is history.

Religion is the name of the power that has spiritually controlled us ever since the beginning when men found themselves alone and afraid in a strange new world. The place was chaos, in a moment they could be killed and eaten. Instinctively knowing there was something greater than themselves, they reached out for knowledge and security. Religion and the priesthood was there to give them a hands up.

Soon religion controlled them as well as killed them. Look around, it is so clear, so obvious, that it takes a deep set fear of retribution not to see it. I mean, really folks, religious wars abound, killing for God is the order of the day right now and nothing has really changed since the beginning of time has it? When has the entire world’s population been at peace?  I don’t know of a time. I hear a lot of promises and declarations about peace, but I also hear that we must fight, and kill, and die in order to obtain them.

That we can kill our way to peace rings hollow to me. Is that even possible? Even while engendering the law of ‘faith’ that is a huge reach, especially if you take collateral damage from drones and bombers into question. Everything I sense on this planet feels to me like we are on the pathway to Hell.

OK by now everybody’s probably convinced they are reading a freaked out atheistic viewpoint.  And further, I am on my way to Hell in a handbasket for saying this stuff. HA! Well, actually I am not an atheist. I do have a deep and abiding belief in spiritual law.

I believe in a Creator so far above our understanding that we are like fish in a bowl of water sitting on the living room table trying to figure out what goes on in the room surrounding us. Life is a mystery to us all . . . and those who desire to know that mystery or anything about the workings of our Creator by reading and studying a holy book must IMO drop it on the table beside the fishbowl and receive their knowledge by studying the natural environment surrounding them.

The artist is revealed within his works . . . not in a book. A book can only point the way towards the garden . . . it is not, nor ever can be, the garden.

Any other way to the Creator will find one pissing into the winds of religion. This is, and has always been, an individual quest, and to begin this searching one must go within themselves to find that amazing person they can become if they only open those doors to the soul they have kept locked for so long.