Book I. Jack & His Furry Black Demon Named Drudge:
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Before I lay it out for you here, allow me to explain what the point of this fraudulent ink behind the screen is. The point of this blog is, first and foremost, to sell my book: Jackism, The Fairytale Religion. It is 1 book of 22 books. And what I plan to conjure up here is a blog, and a vlog, that vaguely talks about each book in the book of 22 books. These will not be detailed; these will not even be “cliff notes”, but they will, in the least, capture the reader, or the lazy-watcher, enough to want to become un-lethargic and buy Jackism for reading and keeping. And for the non-readers – I wrote this book special for you. It is written in the form of dialogue, which allows you to pleasantly zip through the pages, to pretend your ego into thinking that you are slaughtering pages by the minute; so good on you.
Now then, the first book of Jackism, The Fairy Tale Religion, is called Jack & His Furry Black Demon Named Drudge, and my what a drudge it is. This first tale is the birthing of the hero, Jack, The Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth – who is not me. He is a made-up character in the mind’s eye of I – although, this first tale is a mythos of me and my awakening – but all other tales are just made-up adventures that I have not been involved in, as animals do not tend to talk in English all too much, lest it’s a parrot. And even he is rather robotic and repetitive.
So, the first tale is the birthing of the hero, and so as you may know, he must begin from the pits of Hade’s Inferno and pull himself out. In laymen’s terms – he is depressed. He walks around with a mind that is rotten and repetitive, and also, with a black furry demon named drudge that is clawed to the back of his neck who slumbers to the noisy sound of Hade’s harp which is attached to the demon’s spine – which is the symbol of Jack’s noisy and uncontrolled mind. But the unique thing about Jack, is that he recognizes that his mind is a disaster & the problem, which you may peep here:
Jack: [12] My thoughts are negative, Bodhi. And they repeat and repeat and repeat and I cannot live with it. I cannot live with myself. I am anxious, and I am frustrated. I am sorrow-filled, and, also, very empty. I live a life of melancholy, and it is not much of a life to live at all. Shade sways my symptoms and I see no light in this darkened cave.
This is indeed a step in the right direction – the recognition of a rotten mind. Believe it or not, there is a very rich point to depression. It is there for a good reason, and it is not supposed to haunt and stay with you until your skull finally smiles underneath of the Divine ground. While people like to be cop-outs, perhaps even unbeknownst to them consciously, and cry victim of depression as if it is a disease – it is not. Depression occurs out of the sins you are committing in life, and especially in your mind, that you are not courageous enough to admit to, and humiliate yourself before God about. This is what, in psychology, is referred to as the shadow (shout out to the OG C. G. Jung.). The shadow is all the parts of yourself that you tuck away and hide deep within you that yourself tells you – you ought not to be – but are. Lies, greed, false pride, lustfulness, an unforgiving asshole, whatever it is, they are dark parts of you that you choose to look away from – and therefore become your hidden shadow; and therefore, burgeon you depressed.
So, Jack takes on the adventure where many happenings occur, because he is in need of cleaning his mind before he axes himself. And now, I have a theory about suicides, and it is that: Generally, the ones who “axe” themselves typically end up being the humans who possess very loud Consciences. There is a battle being fought inside of them. A struggle betwixt conscience & ego; and they (the ego) is losing, and it just won’t submit to the admission that “Yes, it is me. I am wrong. I am responsible. I surrender.”. And so, instead of surrendering metaphysically – they prep the noose. And it is tragedy, because generally the ones with a loud conscience are the high iQ, clever, life-of-the-party people who, if they faced their shadow, have the highest potential to do a life-180, and become Greats; to become a Saint – which is to say, a truly good person who finds God and conquers, like Gaius Julius Caesar, at life.
So, allow me to explain to you, hopefully with little ink, of the process that is meant to occur with the occurrence of your depression. Depression is a step towards a level-up, an evolution of self. The corruption of the body (ego) is at odds with your Soul, and there becomes such a distance between your body with your soul that there is to become a break, which typically involves tears streaming – which is where most people remain stuck. But when this happens, you are meant to meet your shadow, face all the sins that you have been forcing yourself to be ignorant of – a realization of “Damn. I Am That.” And that’s where the alchemical process can now occur, organically. Your Soul meets Spirit, and you finally get the point of what the Spirit has been wanting you to get. Wisdom is attained in Self-Knowledge, and you are now grown and can put it into action. Your personality is now evolved, and much, much cooler. Depression has done its job and has now departed, until next time when it is time to level up again – and so the winding stairs go towards heaven more and more each time. It is a beautiful process that one must master for bliss, clarity and heaven on earth, as they say.
So, Jack takes on all these adventures, running into mystic after mystic who have the elixir of life – their eyes are bright. They are his helpers, and he must take on the journeys and do the tasks that they say he ought to do; and each task ends up with him having to enter into a dark cave to repeat a mantra. As the great Joseph Campbell had said, “The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”.
The first helper he stumbles upon is Bodhi the Buddhist Bullfrog who sits perched in a eagles nest up high in a tree, which here is an excerpt of:
Bodhi: [3] I am Bodhi, the Buddhist Bullfrog. I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life. This eagle’s nest that I lounge in is a symbol of my mastery and was gifted to me for teaching his children how to fly; for he had a rotten wing and loathed to teach his hatchlings to soar crooked.
Jack: [4] But you do not fly, Bodhi. So how do you teach better than an eagle with a rotten wing?
Bodhi: [5] I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life.
He has mastered life, and has much more to say, but basically tells Jack that he must first perform a task, gain a “merchandise”, and take it to a gatekeeping witch called Sage who guards the cave, who he must then trade the acquired “merchandise” for, for time in the cave. And upon entering, he must sit in the lotus posture and summon the demon, and repeat “Demon, demon…” for 3.5 days, which only makes Hade’s harp noisier upon exiting:
Sage: [45] Well, well, well. So much noisier that harp is today! Did you get what you sought for, Jack?
Jack: [46] I think I’m worse.
Sage: [47] Here, (Hands Jack an insect’s wing.) maybe she can cure.
Jack: [48] She?
Sage: [49] Figure it out.
And so the journeys go – 3 in a row. When eventually, upon reaching the cave for the third time, after the 3rdadventure, Sage asks:
Sage: [141] Are you nervous, Jack?
Jack: [142] I am over being nervous and am just about numb.
And this is the leading point, he must release his ego of wanting, and he must let go and surrender.
And so, basically, he sits in the cave and repeats the mantra that he has acquired from all the sages put together – but Hade’s harp still plays – and he’s had enough. He raises the axe to off the demon, but catches his reflection in the axe head, and sees that the furry black demon named drudge is indeed him:
Jack: [154] He is a part of me? He is a part of me? If he is a part of me then I have produced him on my own. I will not slaughter something that I am responsible for, which is myself. I will not axe myself. He is not the corpse that I carry around. I am. And so, I let go.
And I will refrain from letting you in on the magick that occurs henceforth, so that you may buy my book: Jackism, The Fairytale Religion. Buy 1 get 1 free – gift it to a friend.
But I will fill you in on the secret of the mantra that he is meant to finally repeat, and turn it relative to how this vaguely depicts my awakening that took place over a decade ago. The mantra that Jack must repeat is “Demon, demon, thank you for your stay, but now it’s time for you to go away.” And I had invented this mantra when I had recognized that I had a rotten, no good, repetitious mind. And so, perhaps naively, I was certain that I could be rid of the demon of the mind by continuously repeating that mantra – every time I had a repetitious rotten thought. Which was merely every minute. I did this for 3.5 months, like a warrior, catching the thought and immediately repeating the mantra as many times until the thought disappeared. It was laborious and much sweat. But every month I found that the negative thoughts would become a little easier to tame and make gone. Until one day, I conquered it, and as the Buddhist say – Samadhi. Enlightenment and union with God & Spirit.
You are not your mind; your mind is a muscle. And with genuine determination, you too can discover the Spirit & “The Kingdom Within”, even while shackled within this material-based program that we call The World.
Strength & Honor,
JackOBat