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Spiritfarmer...the other secrets
by
Hugh Mann
Copyright 2011 Hugh Mann,
All rights reserved.
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0269-7
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Dedication
toward the astute delineation of the
amazing Ms. Hay,that my thyroid
condition was couched in the anxious
vibration of "when is it going to be my
turn." I would submit that the
answer is, ... NOW
Forewarned
The following materials are of a highly threatening nature, apparently,
as a good portion of readers become quite
frightened. This fear is then,of course,
projected as socially acceptable "anger".
Should you become frightened
upon perusal of this information, it
is suggested that you discard this offering
and return to your diet of dogma.
Spirit Farmer
... the other secrets.
Throughout the existence of the species, (not as long as you might think!), "Homo Sapiens" has, at some arbitrary point in each lifetime, begun to question.
Question it's origin, it's nature, it's purpose, it's fate, etc, etc, etc.
The fact that it did not originally question, at say, the age of three, when it was simply exploring without opinion, ... seems to become forever a lost, unusable clue.
At three it merely accepted the magic of it's existence and environment, it did not need to consider it's origin, and clearly, had no concern with either agenda,nor destination.
At some random measure of "maturity", it is oddly inclined (assisted?) to engage a suspicion of magic and it's own nature.
Embarking on an odd, but popular crusade against the unseen, it lives through a homogenized, downward curve of anxiety, confusion, disempowerment,suspicion, and fear. Most often it struggles to the end of each lifetime, shriveled, limited, and joyless.
Quite odd, ...Welcome to the game of man!
Concurrent with this species-wide phenomenon, appear the hordes of philosophers, the peddlers of faith, and the tomes of substantiating data.
Now I will admit straightaway, that I fall squarely into the category of philosopher/decipherer,but I am also a lover of magic!
Apparently afflicted with some curse of delineation, it seemed likely to me that after thousands of years of "the human experience", most of the pertinent information would have been uncovered, if not comprehensibly assembled.
So what is the problem?
Why is virtually no-one apparently WHO, or WHAT they want to be?
Why is there a trainload of self-help books and new illuminating, transcendent philosophies and disciplines emerging weekly, yet none seem to "work" with any consistency or scope?
A scamp might suggest that no-one is asking the right questions, or wanting any real answers.
In the instance of this offering, the question is, ... can one slog through the mountains of philosophy, denial, religion, unreligion, fear, Zen, Tom, Dick, Harry, bull-shit, horse-manure, chicken soup, and other agricultural and hysterical proclamation to nail down a hands-on recipe that actually works, here, in this lifetime?
Clearly an excellent question, and regardless of whether or not it CAN be answered, it affords a valid excuse for yet another (possible) self-help diatribe, ... and definitely for some friction!
Viola!... Enter Spirit Farmer!
The sharing of one man's journey, thus far, through the Game of Man, with all of it's magnificence and malnutrition, it's lakeside sunsets and construction zones.
Chapter One
NOTES ON ANOTHER SCANDAL
A tale, ...indeed, ongoing saga, ...of a vanilla sheep gone astray. A story of maddening decades in the "grey zone" for an apparent wanna-be black sheep.
Confessions of the, ...uh..."sheepish" feeling one gets as one discovers the truth and sees just how far one has let the, ...er..."wool" be pulled over one's eyes.
An enthusiastic recounting of the gradual remembering of one's time before "color-coding", when one was clear and natural.
A graphic account of the stubborn journey through terror on the road to accepting the "nature of the beast", and the hilarious power of going black, ...and knowing why.
This re-telling is in honor of the magic, in honor of the game, ...and in honor of the socio-economic construct that allows one to legally profit from the sale of material such as this!
Some additional excellent questions might be, "Why do I make my sentences so long and have no apparent regard for punctuation?"
While this query may also evade a tenable address, the news is that I don't care, and it is my book.
So if you are not in the process of incinerating this tome, catch your breath and off we go!
A troublemaker may suggest that I hold no credentials for such delineation or dissertation, to which I would beg their reference to a requirement of any credentials for anything these days, ...(ever hear of a imbecile nicknamed DUBYA?)
I will however, toward their concern, offer a condensed version of my own experience, insofar as at least being granted status as a bona-fide question-asker.
Furthermore, while the quantity of erroneous dogma and fear-based delusion is staggering, we ALL have the tools to ask real questions regardless. And we do, in fact, ask these questions on a daily basis with our intuition, our instinct, and our souls.
An additional reason for the disclosure of my own experience will become evident.
Chapter Two
WOMAN TROUBLES
The first, ... and most beautiful woman to cause trouble in my life, ...was my mother.
Ninety-nine parts angel, and one part reluctant martyr, she was, undoubtedly, the main proponent in the development of my unrealistic interpersonal expectations.
Together with her accomplice, ninety-nine parts saint and one part devil, ...my father, ...they conspired to project a steadfast environment of calm and non-drama.
I bathed in this stellar atmosphere throughout my childhood even as I and my siblings routinely made their lives a living hell. But then let's face it,.. that's what kids do for a living.
Now, as I have comically alluded, and convention would strongly suggest, this environment would have impacted significantly on my "formation".
Well, these days I'm not buying any of that crap, and convention,along with it's cronies, will be on trial throughout this offering.
Now