“Attention all you moony faithfuls, martial heroes, and jovial hopefuls! Close this book now! It is not for you. There is nothing new here. No ways to invade, intimidate, and control. No prizes to win; no powers to gain. Nor shall any positive thinkings, superficial optimisms, and enticing opportunities be found herein. Go away. Seek elsewhere. Goodbye. Insignificant shadows cowering in the remotest corner, read on...”
—Bill B, E7*
ORDINANCES FOR POST-MODERN PRIESTS
- Never Take Advice From A Dead Man
- Learn The Language Of God
- Maintain A Huge Harem But Sleep Alone
- Fly Slower Than You Walk
- Think Negatively
- Act Irrationally
- Jñanastan—Bananastan
- Clerical Duties
From A Dead Man. Why waste your life believing what some ancient fool had to say when the most significant aspects of being human can be known here and now? directly and immediately? Simply be still and listen—and look—and feel. Those thoughts are not really you. You know that. Heaven and Hell right where you are. The truth is in there. Would you rather live right or be right?
And You Will Only Labor On The Sabbath
And A Few Holy Days.
And what is the language of God?
What the priesthood says it is.
And who are the priests?
Those who speak the language of God.
- In pre-historic times—
dancing was the language of God—
dancers were the priests
—all art begins with dance...
- in ancient times—astronomy—
astrologers were the priests
—all science begins with stars...
- a thousand years ago—
Latin Hebrew Arabic Sanskrit—
scribes were the priests
—all civilization begins with writing...
- today—math—
Differential Equations Statistics Fractals—
scientists Galory!
—all civilization ends with math...
- tomorrow—redancing?...
- But Sleep Alone
- True love has no object—no subject
- Listen much—lust a little
- Biology costs—everything else is free
- Hard sometimes—very very hard
- For every attraction there is an opposite and greater repulsion
- Desire
- Attachment
- Habit
- Suffocation
- Resistance
- Aversion
- Separation
- Jealousy
- Hatred
- Turn the meat on that barbeque wheel
- Roast me on the other side
- Should I or Shouldn't I?
- Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi or Coke?
Why are you in such a hurry to arrive at the end of desire? Stand still and flap your wings. Crow a little. Do not fear slowness. Depression is a conflict in time. Speeding empties you faster. The faster you go, the more depressing your stop. Turtles live longer than men.
Positive thinking cannotTranscend its own happy thoughtsReveal the unknownInvent anything new
Forget principleStudy the cause
Ignore justiceSeeking justice is the root of all your evilHamlet confused justice with revengeCan you do better?Vengeance is mine sayeth Dog
Liberate your mindConserve your bodyQuality, not quantity
Stay depressedReaching for stars leads to hellLearn to breathe underwaterLet the stars come to youKnow light—all else comes clear
Avoid DecisionsDo everythingThe ambiguous are amphibious
Believe notKnow all
Seek notQuit itQuiet itBe stillFind
Join notBeget notSurrounded by billions, the world is your brethren the multitudes, your ministryIf you must join, then join the ROTWANIARS(i.e. Religion Of Those Who Are Not In Any Religion)Are you capable of joining?
Worship notLess ye be worshippedGod is not a godHeaven is not a placeG.O.D. = Greater Optimal DimensionY Ham Vhat Ham
Come to your sensesAttend your mind till all thoughts fadeDescribe your thoughts—empty your mindBlessed be the empty of spirit for they shall be filled
Heed the lessons of YeshyooahStrive Not—Own Not—Belong Not
Behave absurdlyAct your sage—not your ageDoing right does not require being rightWithout principles there is no evilNever wait for approvalNever wait for meaningUnderstanding follows actionMake mistakesOf what good is perfection?Without vulgarity, culture dies
Listen for angelsIn prisonsIn asylumsIn solitudeNurture intuitionBe with infinity thru all the dayLive in eternity thru all the night
Milk your eldersThey are dying to giveand giving to die
Live with the sick and dyingThe sick will keep you healthyThe dying will keep you living
Play the flute—Be the fluteA hollow pipe breathes freeLive where you are invisibleAlways an amateur—never a proSemper Adamo
Never pick your nosebefore you wash your hands
Study violence—Learn peacePeace is the absence of causePeace is unenforceablePeace is silent presenceBalms—not bombs—make peace
Beware local topologiesWhen in Rome—be GreekWhen in America—be IndianThe conquered are clergy to the conquerer
Heed the deeds of YeshyooahStrive Not—Own Not—Belong NotLive among the ambitious and have noneLive among the greedy and be notLive among all and not with any
Observe your thoughts as you would a stream. Let the stream flow where it wants. The damned dam their stream with judgment. Stay detached. You are not the stream. You are not the beaver. You are the fisherman without a pole. Stay awake and watch the stream go by. Dance what you see. Draw what you see. Write what you see. Know what you see. Then you will not be what you see. Haiku.
Above all else—listen. The ear is your spoon and bowl, your brush and ink, your hammer and anvil. With your ear, you transform the lives of the many, one at a time. With your ear, you bring them to their light—their mirror call. You give them their meaning. You give them their truth. They see their purpose: to reflect the face of All Eyes.
The ear is mightier than the tongue.
Vanquished by many—prophet to all.
*Sergeant Bill was a gunnery sergeant in the Vietnam War. He was continually demoted for disobeying orders—he refused to leave any man behind to die alone. At least a thousand men owed their lives to Sergeant Bill; another thousand, their deaths. After his suicide 23 years later, a string-bound manuscript was found among his belongings measuring approximately 16 by 20 cm. The manuscript is a collection of clippings on common newsprint stock. The language is in an unknown script—perhaps the secret cipher of a monastery where the sergeant once reconned or recouped. In the margins, Sergeant Bill had scribbled throughout some scattered comments. Was he able to decipher this mysterious text? Or are these just his random thoughts on random litter? A flash book facsimile is presented above. Also listed above are his comments arranged for readability. On the last page of the manual, Sergeant Bill, or someone unknown, had drawn a circle around a blob of ink somewhat resembling the planet Saturn.
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