The Father takes a deep breath and says: “If those of superior insight do not properly denounce tornados, sickness and death – who will!’ (Remember boy, I’m just quoting). But if you want an inner world of calm and understanding, and freedom from a meaningless mental sickness, then follow this guide.
The sheep dies on Tuesday; the wolf on Wednesday, and those who allow their second guard to negatively dwell on pictures of their natural arrangement – die again and again every day, only to be reborn the next into the same endless, useless cycle. The real King is not helped by this activity, and by permitting such to run unchecked in your head, you reinforce the present pretender’s position.
Grab hold of the lever! Turn a deaf ear to the guard’s caterwauling about matters that matter not to you personally and those about which you can do nothing. When you can evade your own demise, then you can take up saving the world from whatever madness it is that you believe threatens it.
Only full blown lunatics want to take over the asylum and ‘straighten it out.’ The unusually sane simply need to see things as they are – without the mental guard’s endless, ‘speculations-of-danger’ when the physical one perceives nothing of threat.
Do it and die,
or not do it and die;
it is all the same,”
and the father stood up with the rising son.