Book III. Frog Soup:
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Frog Soup is book #3 in my book: Jackism, The Fairytale Religion. It is, in my own biased opinion, a classic, and perhaps it was meant to be a classic, by my Spirit, Gospel the black vampire bat, because it is a perfected mythos for the modern washed-up and fantastical time that we are living in, right now. At the birth of this tale, Jack, The Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, realizes that there is one seed that is corrupted inside of his head:
Jack: [2] Gospel, resurrect. I find myself a cross to bear. A seed that is in my head takes on a hardship and finds himself a blackhole where his soul had once did sit. I must go inside of myself.
[3] Gospel expands her stretchy black wings, pilots flight through Jack’s left eye, eyes the soulless seed, leverages it open like a clam, and then pulls Jack inside of himself by the roots of his feet.
And so, he goes inside of himself; and inside of yourself is where the actual journey is. And if you’ve been too boring to figure this out yet, in your own life, I’d suggest putting a halt to looking out there, and start looking within. Get used to sitting in silence; the air doesn’t always have to be filled with your wasteful words that belong in the garbage can.
Another point to this one little corrupted seed in Jack’s head is to show the audience that even though Jack had attained a kind of enlightenment in the first book, there are still always self-issues to be conquered. He did, indeed, attain enlightenment, but one does not ever become fully awakened, lest you wish to become a star that stays in one spot and shines pointlessly for all eternity. So, for you, me, your brother, sister, mother, crazy uncle with a lazy eye, and Jack, The Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth – growth is infinite. Even after, as the Buddhists say, Satori. You may be able to take yourself off the ride of the wheel of Samsara, and put yourself in the center; but even being in that center where you’re centered, you cannot help but to look around you and experience the wheel still turning round. There will always be ups and downs, it’s just that after enlightenment, you appreciate and understand the downs, which makes life a hell of a lot more enlightening, rather than crying victim like an overgrown baby and saying, “WHY ME??????” – gross. Wipe the tears and drool away with your baby bib, for all our sakes.
So, Jack takes on a mission, he enters into the corrupted seed of his head which is a town, we will call it Blubblehead township, where everything is losing its soul and becoming plastic, for the most part. From the start of his journey he runs into first, Falter, The Final Flower”
Falter the Final Flower: [5] I am Falter (Coughs.) the Final Flower.
Jack: [6] Explain to me this blemish, and why your life is duly spared. Surely you must be wise to have lived through catastrophe.
Falter: [7] Catastrophe, this is. Wisdom has bestowed me this blessing, but a witchy curse is what it unduly scales. I am the symbol of life, and so I am the last of it. I am the world, and so I am the tick-tocking clock of Father Turtle Time. As you have a bat called Gospel that swings on your stem, I have three swinging petals on the stem of my own. One for the hours, one for the minutes, and one for the seconds in time. In time, the final petal will falter loose, and I will falter to death along with the death of this faltering world.
Jack: [8] Where has she gone, the Mother of All Things? There are toy rocket ships and shiny red plastic race-cars sprouting where the flowers are meant to spring. Justify this.
Falter: [9] (Coughs.) It is not justifiable. The beings of this world have disappeared and slaughtered the grandeur of Mother Nature away from themselves and more importantly – out of themselves. A day dies away and up sprout the new bunch of toy rocket ships and shiny red plastic race-cars where the flowers are supposed to spring.
I will cut the dialogue of the book short there, but let’s just say that Falter asks Jack if he has the “Frog soup antidote”, and Jack does not, and does not even know what frog soup is; but apparently it is the poison that is being consumed by the people known as the Blubbleheads. And so, his heroic journey is to get this frog soup situation sorted out and find the antidote. And so, the adventure goes on, and upon meeting character after character, to gain more hints on this frog soup antidote, Jack repeats a phrase everytime upon departure:
[14] A petal falls.
Jack: [15] I will because I will.
Which is manifestation in a nutshell. If you will it, you will make it happen – the test is do you have the stamina; will you keep willing. Christ speaks once in the Bible of how one out to pray, he says, basically, “when you pray, believe that it is already done.”. It took me awhile to wrap my head around this, but I wanted badly to understand, and so I prayed and asked God for understanding, while knowing that I would receive that knowledge. And the very next day I came across a fantastic example that had this mystery all click, which goes a little something like this:
If I am to drop a crumb of food on the floor, and an ant down the road *senses* that there is food there (like they tend to do), for the ant, the thing that he senses is in the future. But for me, being God in this predicament, I say “It is not in the future. It is Now.”, and it is. It already exists, there is just a lag here that we call time. And so, the thing already exists, you just need to have the stamina to get to it; the ant must make the trek across the sidewalks of time. If you can think it, it exists, else it would not be possible to think it in the first place, hence the definition of the word: ‘Nonexistence’.
And so, Jack will because he will, and of course he does. Because he is my hero-character. And I can will him do whatever I want to do.
As I am getting lazy with the pen, I will copy and past some dialogue of Jack explaining who these Blubbleheads are while he speaks to RIP the Rat, the undertaker for the Graveyard of Newborns:
Rip: [26] Why look, here are two passerby’s now…
[27] They are odd plastic people which Jack will describe to you, the reader:
Jack: [28] What are they? There is empty air filled where their hard skulls are supposed to rest, and they wear a grin the size of the crescent moon! Such large teeth they have, so white… So… Plastic…
Rip: [29] Like the hamster’s wheel!
Jack: [30] And yet they have a waterfall of fleeing water falling from their fragile eyes and flowing down to where their rubber cheeks have pirated the habitat of their rosy real cheek bones. These blubbering blubbleheads are going to flood the world!
Rip: [31] They will because they will…
And seeing as how I am still lazy even after the copy and paste, I will copy and paste once more a dialogue of Jack’s final character that he meets in his journey when it is time for him to figure out the frog soup antidote:
Jack: [120] Lo… Devil.
Luci: [121] (Sniffles.) Luci.
Jack: [122] You are blubbering like the rest of them? My, even you are assisting in the flooding of this world!
Luci: [123] I cannot help but to weep away my sorry sorrow for these stupid sobbing sucking slurpers of uncivilized scamps who would syringe my soup if they sought. But these blubbleheads don’t seek for anything! They put up no battle, no sword fight, no left-hook, no nothing – they have forfeited life! Where is the drive to put a halt to the ladle that I serve? I would say that the drive drove out of them, but that would imply that the car had even once revved! It is not my fault for feeding, it is their fault for consuming. They slurp on my soup because it is my duty to stuff their minds full of mush, as it is their duty to turn me away and seek higher knowledge. No one seeks, and so the frog soup is served. It is a lost world like a lost toy. Do you have the empty symbol for the empty world, Jack?
Jack: [124] I am empty with empty symbols; I carry no more.
Luci: [125] Nonsense. You possess the antidote within your head. Figure it out.
And basically, on Jack’s whole adventure and mission to find out this frog soup antidote, he has been collecting “empty symbols for the empty world” all along, which he has to make relate to each other, in order to crack the code and figure out the antidote. The end. I’m done. Buy the book. Until next time at The Pumpkin Press.
Strength & Honor,
JackOBat