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The views I express on this page are close to
those of many great people, living and dead.
I could not write these contents -- and
those to come -- without having listened to
them, or read their wisdom. I have benefited greatly from discussions with everyone
from Adam to Zoroaster, who may well recognize
some of their points herein incorporated.
I hope they will accept this gesture
as both tribute and compensation for having
borrowed or reflected their divers influences
upon us (admittedly often- times distorted)
without individual acknowledgement.
I am, at any rate, embarrassed and
unable to be more specific, since I cannot always remember what I
took from whom and what I contributed myself.
Of the many others who have assisted me
whom I should mention in particular, I am deeply
indebted to the Mystic Power of Life, which has
preserved me from much error and obfuscation.
I also wish to thank the editors of
Rogue for permission to reach those who
read--hopefully--what I have to offer via their
web pages.
"
You Don't Have To Climb A Mountain
To Gain Enlightenment."
I have many names and none of them matter. Names are not
important. To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important.
A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing
it, a man looks upon reality and cannot tell others what he has
seen. Others wish to know, however, so they question him
saying, "What is it like, this thing you have seen?"
So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the very first
red, like a poppy, but through it dances other colors. It has
no form, like water, flowing everywhere. It is warm, like the sun of
summer, only warmer. It exists for a time upon a piece of
wood, and then the wood is gone, as though it were eaten, leaving
behind that which is black and be sifted like sand. When the wood is
gone, it too is gone.
Therefore, the
leaves must think reality is like a poppy, like water, like the sun,
like that which eats and excretes. They think it is like to
anything that they are told it is like by the man who has known it,
but they have not looked upon it. But fire comes again into
the world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a
time, fire is as common as grass and clouds and air they breathe.
They see that, while it is like the water, it is not water
while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is
like that which eats and passes waste, it is not that which , it is
not that which eats and passes wastes, but some- thing
different from each of these part or all of these together. So
they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it.
They call it "fire."
If they come
upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he
does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon
telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from
individual experience that what they are telling him is not the
truth, but only a part of it. They know that this man will never
know reality from their words, thought all the words in the
world are theirs to use. He must look upon the fire,
smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into it's heart, or remain
forever ignorant. Therefore, "fire" does not matter,
"earth" and "air" and even "water" do
not matter "I" does not matter. No word matters. But
man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he
remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks
upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see
them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first
time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes
them, thinking he knows them in the naming. The thing that has never
happened before is still happening. It is still a miracle. The great
burning blossom squats, flowing upon the limb of the world,
excreting the ash of the world, and being none of these things I
have named and at the same time all of them, and this is
reality--the nameless.
And
another...Oh, why brother? Trying to correct a typical bureaucratic
set of mistakes is like trying to scoop out the ocean with a spoon.
Fortunately,
through a clerical error on the part of the bureaucratic scribblers,
I have established my own following who receive bits of
counter-wailing truth to stem this vicious propaganda. If
you are among them, you are very lucky. You have
perceived the goodness of this web page which is me.
But do Email
me at - BrotherAnthony@space.com
...I will not expose your person to all manner of solicitation for
various types of garbage that comes from this type of media.
When you have
Brother Anthony, you need nothing else.
With moderate tolerance for you,
Brother Anthony
Master of Life
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