Book IV. Jack & The Beanstalk:
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Allow me to exaggerate my magick a bit and imagine an image in my mind’s eye in the form of a blog post called ‘What is a Concept?’ so that maybe I can manifest this writing without having to struggle to write it.
(focusing now)
Still a blank page.
(Abracadabra.)
Yea, no, I’ll just go ahead and pray to not be a lazy sack of whatever.
(prays)
Okay, on we go. The Gods goldenly fulfill the ones who dost try goldenly, anyway. So let it be – I’ll struggle.
This 3rd book in my book Jackism, The Fairytale Religion, is called: Jack & The Beanstalk. Obviously, this had to be done, or did it? Or is that just a made-up concept I made-up in my own brain because I felt it to be needed and necessary? Probably – no – definitely, the latter.
There is but one important lesson in this tale amongst many tales with many other lessons, and this lesson is the dissolution of a concept – to bring your mind to a less concretized state of thinking, and make it fluid like water, or soda if you’re one of those people who enjoy the fizzy feeling & the sweet taste of poison. So (twitchy eye) refreshing. So, in this tale, of course we have our hero, Jack, The Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, and it is his duty to rescue the princess called Euphrosyne, who is one of the 3 Graces in Greek mythos, and the Goddess of Joy. She is a slave to her own castle, as there is a giant beast named Void who bearhugs the entire monument:
Dragon: [36] There is a grand giant over yonder named Void that dwarfs me on multiple dimensions. Do you see him there? He is impossible to miss.
[37] Hear the image that I paint: Over yonder in the distance is Euphrosyne Castle with a grand giant named Void bear-hugging the monument. Now listen here closely: There are six routes of departure within the castle. Two of them are blocked by Void’s two feet; another two are stuffed with his two hands; the fifth is jammed with his tail. And the sixth is the window of the steeple of the high tower where the Greek Goddess, Euphrosyne, stands shocked and frozen in time.
Jack: [38] Is that where we are heading?
Time: [39] Where is your heart heading?
Jack: [40] Along with my head, my heart is heading there.
Time: [41] Union. You are heading there; I am heading this way.
[42] The white rabbit, Time, leaps off of Dragon and parachutes afar.
Time: [43] (Fading away.) Even though time may be void! One must not waste a second of eternity!
I copy and pasted more to make this blog post longer and more interesting – but I am trying my best God!
Jack gets bucked through the window of the steeple of the high tower and Euphrosyne becomes unfrozen, and says, as she repeats so very often:
Euphrosyne: [48] My hero!
Jack: [49] Not yet, Euphrosyne. Even though time may be void, one must not waste a second of eternity.
And so, the goal is that they have to make it down to the ground floor of the castle in order to escape, but the problem is that on every floor that they embark on, there are beasts they must get on by. So, they leave the steeple room and enter into a room full of wolves or coyotes or something of the canine-nature, could be pit bulls for all I care. And at every floor, Jack asks Euphrosyne:
Jack: [54] What do you carry as a possession, Euphrosyne?
And in this first venture, Euphrosyne says:
Euphrosyne: [55] I possess a red ruby that bounces, Jack. But I am not very certain of how useful this possession may be.
And Jack responds, (and this is the point):
Jack: [56] If a mind is in good use, anything is always useful.
Bingo. And what he really means by this is, if your mind is not stuck like a stone on a concept being a real thing, you can turn anything into anything. The belief of a concept is nothing more than a belief; a made-up illusion of a rule in your own head that rules you. Damn-it brain – you made me think this table was an actual table! You never told me I can flip it around, mount the legs to the ceiling, and use it as a hanging countertop. You never told me I can flip a stool around and use it as a laundry bin. Kids tend to know this before they mature – they will use the stool as a drum and make music with it. They are fluid and un-slaved by concepts – until their mother says, “No Jimmy boy, that is not a drum, it is a stool for sitting on.” – bullshit it is. Let the boy make his music.
A very good inventor knows this well. Often times, the inventor is not looking for an item in particular that functions as the concept that that item is believed to function as. He has his invention mapped out, like that of a puzzle, and if he is missing a puzzle piece, he is searching for a shape that fits as a piece to that puzzle. So, he will go to the Home Depot with a mind a like fluid, stripped of all concepts, and be in search for a shape – who cares what the thing is used for – he is not a slave to that. He is in pursuit of any item for the shape of it, to fit into his puzzle that is his invention. It can be a screwdriver, or a light bulb, but he is not using it as a screwdriver or a light bulb, he is using it for something that has nothing to do with being a screwdriver or a lightbulb. He is a free man with an idea, and concepts are just rampart walls that keep out the peasants from achieving beyond the blockades of their illusory blockheaded belief systems and imaginary rules.
There is also a funny thing I have realized myself that has to do with a Fearful situation and the dissolution of concepts. And that is, that when someone is in danger, perhaps there is an intruder in your home, beliefs disappear, and a broom is no longer a broom – but a baseball bat. A whipping stick. Imagine an intruder came in and you went to go grab the broom as weaponry, but then said, “Wait not that – that’s a broom.” All rules die in dire situations that are fear driven.
I’ll explain why this is funny to me. All fear stems from the fear of death, and I know this well. You see, when I was a child, I was once stung by about 15 bees at once, and I developed a trauma from it. I was always the loser kid that would sprint away from the bee if that bastard were to make way close to me. And then, when I had my spiritual birth around the age of 24 years old which consisted in wisdom and knowledge of the Afterlife – it was death transcended – that fear, and all other fears I once had, vanished like mist into the void of nothingness. So, all fear stems from the fear of death, as I’ve said. And the funny part about your concepts dying to your belief system once you are put in a fearful situation, is that when you die, you wake up and realize that death was the ultimate concept. You realize all things were concepts. You become fluid, and finally see that everyone and everything are just aspects of the One Creator putting on an act called Individualism. And since we are individuals in this world, and not attached to each other by umbilical cords, we conceptualize things as individual concepts – the broom is just a broom – until death is nigh. So, this is quite funny to me.
The true artist is a master murderer of concepts. Take Pablo Picasso, for instance. I am a big fan of his artwork. The faces of the people he makes are bizarre with cubism; they really bend the mind. He is not one of these artists who must paint the human exact and to a tee – he has gone beyond the concept – and is a master rule breaker. The true artist doesn’t hold fast to concepts because the true artist is in line with his Higher Self; his Helper; his Spirit. And your Spirit is not of this world, this world of individualism. The Spirit is beyond death – and so it loves to use the True Artist as a conduit to express what God is –nonconceptual. Not tied down. In an odd way, God is the ultimate rule breaker; and in an odder way, it is always for the Good.
And so, Jack, of course, saves the day with little objects that would appear to the enslaved mind to be useless. But since he knows that:
Jack: [56] If a mind is in good use, anything is always useful.
He takes advantage of any possession he can get his hands on, and births it useful.
I gave you nothing with this blog post in regards to this tale – only the lesson. Each tale takes all of 10min to read, so don’t be a lazy sack of whatever, and buy my book: Jackism, The Fairytale Religion, and enjoy the read yourself.
Strength & Honor,
JackOBat