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1542 (96008) 01/19/1996
Copyright J. M. Cox 1996
There were once two kingdoms,
one in the mountains,
the other in the valley below,
who seemed to stay in a constant state of low-level conflict,
and between whom communications ranged from scant to nonexistent.
But unbeknownst to either one was the existence of a third principality
situated halfway up the mountains from the valley,
and which contributed substantially to their relationship.
Some animals once discovered some books in the jungle,
and eventually developed the ability to read them.
And they were most intrigued by the ideas they found regarding “emotions,”
and discussed amongst themselves what these strange things might be —
but after only a short while of their reading and discussing
they no longer had to wonder what they were, they began having them.
Once upon a time, soon after man was created,
the first nascent hero appeared,
and for a while made tremendous strides,
but was eventually struck down by his act of speaking.
In the routine world of reality, yes, it is true — you can’t have it both
ways — that’s why there is the realm of the hero.
There is a myth concerning a warrior who gave up both of his eyes
to the gods in exchange for The Supreme Wisdom —
and such is still the requirement,
although the word “eyes” is open to an alternative spelling.
The advantage to believing that you are disabled due to
individually directed afflictions
is that it relieves you of having to consider making any actual effort.
At a transcendental level,
you can judge how nonphysically ill an ordinary man is
by how vigorously he insists he is so.
“I whine, therefore I am;
I whine, and thereby am I certain I feel.”
Heroism is not mere acquiescence to the inevitable,
for to that do all men submit —
but the true hero meets his fate clothed in an understanding that neither
resists, complains, nor comments in any manner thereon.
To the true-heart,
the noise of the incoming bullets is as annoying as the execution itself.
Part of the compensation for being simple and ordinary
is in believing that you’re most certainly otherwise!
A father so advised his son:
“Once you experience The Secret for yourself,
you’ll instantly understand why all explanations of life are
useless, meaningless, and in no wise correct.”
And the boy asked:
“Then should I even now cease to bother myself with such?”
And the elder answered with the question: “Are you capable of doing that?”
There was once a man who possessed two animals,
both of which were but partially tame,
and, while one of them silently threatened him physically,
the other one would make noises and somehow make him feel bad.
There are three types of guilt — two routine, the other, not:
one is the type you assume from others,
second is the type that comes with hormonal decline,
and third is a nonstandard type that arises only from one’s own
efforts at the heroic.
They apologize most who imaginarily trip.
A certain warrior so instructed his son:
“It’s not enough for you not to talk about you,
but you must also turn deaf to others doing so.”
…And further note: a man’s own thinking is his greatest source of such
There is no published standard by which a more conscious person should
live — each must discover his own.
…(Though they all turn out to be
The keen eye does not have to look to magic, nor the explanations of magic,
to find the miraculous in life,
but rather to the normally unnoticed patterns that are the very fabric of
Molecular similarities produce wonder in the first degree.
In his pondering of “proverbial wisdom,”
one man came to see a fresh interpretation of the axiom
“we are what we eat”
to mean that
men are what they think —
and what they think is based on how they feel —
and how they feel can sure have a lot to do with what they’ve recently had
The older areas of man’s nervous system seek acceptance and companionship,
while the younger warrior, on his own path, pushes forward in solitude.
A student of the law,
in considering the history of vagrancy statutes
(whereby established communities sought to keep out transients
with no investment in local affairs, who they considered undesirable),
reflected on a similar situation within men’s minds
in how already-accepted ideas resist the intrusion of new —
especially footloose — ones.
One day one man announced to the whole world:
“Quit your whining — to varying degrees, everyone ‘feels bad.’
And several lions, eagles, and elephants knowingly nodded their agreement,
Who does a hero have to talk about but himself? —
and about whom is he less likely to do so?
How would a fully realized hero come to have a hero? —
and why would one who knows the meaning of life seek any lesser knowledge?
The hottest new conflict is between two architectural schools of philosophy:
one of which holds that only the penthouses are of significance,
and all lower floors worthy of little note;
while the opposition claims that it is the bottom, supporting levels
that are of singular importance, for without them
the higher stories could not even exist.
Just as all would-be mystics long to find one who actually is,
so too do those who don’t know The Secret believe that it exists without.
The Sensation Of Movement & Travel: The ordinary can feel so through
criticism and complaining.
Once you realize the odds in the Hero’s Game,
between the individual few and the collective many,
you then understand the predictable condition of the “warrior-as-recluse”
— a solitary figure within himself.
One man named his emotions “Thoughts, Jr.,”
only to be topped by his brother who named his thoughts “Emotions, Jr.”
Legend says there was once an extreme mystical order
who believed that any talk was a form of whining.
If a warrior gets in a spitting contest with anyone — he loses.
In The Great Warfare,
The Supreme Commander of the mystical forces
knows not to put all of his trust in the strength of the infantry,
nor in the plans of his generals,
but rather depends most on the intelligence provided by
his own reconnaissance and reflection.
Neither muscles nor knowledge alone a true army makes.
The popular poser of “which came first, the chicken or the egg” was
unwittingly lifted by the ordinary from the mystery surrounding the
connection between human thought & emotion.
There is yet another myth concerning a warrior who,
when he sought the knowledge of The Secret from the gods,
was given it,
but, in return, they ripped out his tongue.
When you can look at something and think
“it’s not exactly like this, and it’s not exactly like that,”
you’re beginning to properly explore the frontiers of thought’s capacity.
A wise ruler must be alert in all areas of his kingdom.
That which makes man “man”
resides not in his feet and arms,
nor in his lungs and heart,
but neither is it limited to his head and consciousness.
An enlightened ruler is alert to all corners of his kingdom — at all times.
A certain king one day said to his son:
“If you presently feel the need for a hero
after whom to pattern your life,
look not to the philosophers, nor to the generals,
but to that noble dog you so dearly loved,
and by whose grave you so often silently stand.”
– – –
On that long, mysterious march,
those warriors, the weakest,
fall first by speech —
speech, the product of emotions, uncontrolled.
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