Please excuse the delay in posting this; on April 30th my home was severely damaged by high winds and remains uninhabitable for the foreseeable future. I now own a gazebo (i.e. a home without walls), and can better appreciate what hurricane and tornado survivors must endure.
Without further ado . . . A May Day Offering
I have some good news and some bad news. First, the bad news . . .
To paraphrase a delightful comment by our dear Brother, Albert Einstein:
a = “It’s a good idea.”
b = “It is possible.”
c = “It will never happen, so why bother?”
a + b + c = d
d = our addiction to victimization
My dear Brothers and Sisters, have you not yet had enough pain? How much longer are you going to ignore your heart’s pleas for you to wake up? When you stop looking for someone to blame for the conditions on this planet, all the while begging to someone else to be “saved,” then you will finally begin the process of discovering your true power and becoming free. We have such a rare opportunity to create Heaven on Earth; the only price is your willingness to sacrifice your fears. Your complacency is your own personal condemnation to evermore debilitating, enslaved conditions.
And now the good news . . .
----The Boy and the Ball and Chain
There was once a place and time where people were much like us; they worked, they played, they loved, and they fought . . . but they had long, long ago, decided that once a child was able to walk, they would forevermore wear a ball and chain, fettered to one of their ankles. They had long forgotten why they did this and they had become quite accepting of it. They had even developed a material for the ball and chain such that it could never be removed and would naturally expand as the child grew. Entire ball-and-chain industries arose: “Just spray a little of this friction-free lubricant on your ball and you’ll forget it’s even there!”
All was well.
One day—a nice, warm, beautiful Summer day—a young boy went out to the playground with his friends and they were having a joyful, innocent, playful time of frolic and delight. After a while, the young boy got tired, so he went to sit in the shade and watch his friends carrying on without him.
He lay back and looked off into the nearby woods to watch the birds singing in the trees. Out of the corner of his eye, he was very surprised to see some kind of movement, so he sat up to get a better look. It must have been some kind of animal as it was moving very quickly! He saw a shape moving through the forest; it looked like a person, but no one can move through the woods that fast! He watched and saw the figure stop and bend down out of sight . . .
Well! This was just too much for a young boy! He had to find out what this was in the woods, and moving so quickly! So, off he went into the woods, carrying his ball carefully to make as little noise as possible. He found some fresh prints and followed them to the edge of a stream, where he saw a man resting and getting a drink of water. The boy was stunned: the man didn’t have his ball! Before the boy could control himself, he shouted out “Who are you and where’s your ball?!”
The man jumped up and turned in surprise, and he and the young boy stared at each other in a long moment of shock. . . . Seeing that the young boy was alone, the man sat down and smiled at the boy and said, “Do not be afraid. I am just someone who has chosen to live by myself, freed from the ball and chain I had been dragging around all my life. As I no longer have my ball and chain, I can no longer live with others; it is a very steep price to pay, but I have chosen to be free.”
The boy, still in shock, shouted again, “Where’s your ball!?” and the man calmly replied, “I finally decided I had to cut it off.”
Well! This put the boy into a real tizzy. He cried out, “Everyone knows you can’t cut the ball and chain off! That’s just not possible; everyone knows you can’t do that! What did you use to cut it off with?!” The man looked at the boy, and after a long pause, he reached into his coat and pulled out an old hacksaw blade. The boy was really incensed now! “You’re lying to me! Everyone knows you can’t cut through the shackle or the chain, especially with a hacksaw blade! You’re lying to me!”
The man put the blade back inside his coat and said, “Yes, of course, you’re right: that old hacksaw blade could never cut through the shackle or the chain . . . but it can cut through your leg,” and he pulled up a pant leg and there, clearly circling his leg, just above his ankle, was an obvious scar. “Yes, that old hacksaw blade could never cut through the shackle or the chain, but I’m a doctor and I can safely reattach your foot after you slide the shackle off.”
The boy started at the man in complete shock, so the man continued, “I will not saw your foot off for you; you must do that yourself, and you must do it cleanly and quickly so that you don’t blackout from the pain or the loss of blood. But if you are willing to saw your foot off, enduring the shock and the pain, and accepting that it will take months for your foot to heal completely, then you will forevermore be free.”
. . . to be continued . . .
Blessings to you all, my dear Brothers and Sisters,
Arthur “Two Sheds” Jacksonhttp://www.DismantleIt.comhttp://www.DismantleIt.net