Homeless Story of J, Part 16

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XVI

I have seen the Devil. It is nothing but a great Cookie Cutter that stamps minds as if they were dough. Once a mind is stamped, it works to maintain, evolve and refine the Cookie Cutter.

When people talk, I hear mostly the mental cage--its bars made of words and body language--

"the necessary argot of euphemism and denial"--Prophet R. Lowry

 Sometimes one sentence is enough to approach those who are especially gone and exclaim, “Aha! you have been stamped, molded, you soul in a box!”

If a proselytizer comes to me, I chant “soulinabox soulinabox soulinabox” and they goes away.

Because the Cookie Cutter travels through the medium of words, it can strike anywhere in the world, assassinate from thousands of miles away, thanks to the "Rise of the Machines"

A whole stamped multitude of dough minds makes it impossible for an individual to resist. Once you have a horde stamped, the finest contours of the Devil take shape; and then it is impossible to hide the Hate anymore, behind the smile.

Sometimes the only way I escape the Cookie Cutter attacks on my mind is by pretending to already be cut.  Sometimes, it's either pretend, or be gnawed by the constant knife-edges.  Then what do you do?

I have learned that poetry and song can regenerate my cut, hurt brain.  So, REMEMBER: If you cannot regenerate, the Cookie Cutter will erode you down, even if you are as tough as a boulder being eroded slowly by lapping waves.

Reminder:  kindness can be the most evil of demons. Think of the missionaries fervent with cookie-cutter Love, who went about dismantling the culture and independence of Native Peoples.  

Here is what you will be--tired, frustrated, abandoned, penniless, alone.   And then, especially, the Cookie Cutter will come at you with its shallow simulacrums. 

Yes, the Cookie Cutter is a psychic axe.  It aims for your metaphysic limbs and your creative wings.  I know what will happen, even if you are the bravest of the brave:  you will bleed, deep inside, invisible blood--heartfelt, most meaningful blood of the soul.

So, REGENERATE.  Never give up.

What is worse?  To fight and bleed?  Or to be dismembered and paralyzed, a crippled, flightless replica--not of yourself--but instead a replica of the Devil? 

I tell you, FIGHT!  You can deflect the gist of the Cookie Cutter's blades, and thereby keep your wisdom and sight.

The last few things I want to say:

Never give up on the GOOD.  It dwells in the nature of things.  A beautiful possible, deep in the soil of the cosmos.   Help it to flourish!

The Good is what regenerates you the most. In my case, the Good has become a Goddess with many forms. It will approach you as you are, and give you its name--the name meant for you to say--if you are brave.

And NEVER forget that this world is purgatory. This is your test. If you embrace the Good and avoid the Cookie Cutter, that alone is vast.  

Vast, my friend.

Remember what I have told you.

Finally, these.  Busyness is the enemy of hard work.  There are worse fates than death.

J

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