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HEAVEN IS BORING

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HEAVEN IS BORINGMortality Mechanics' Manual

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~ from the book “Mortality Mechanics Manual”

“I am not The One. I am not The Creator. Yet, I am holy and sacrosanct. I am more important and more powerful than The Gods. Why? You say that I am!  I control your existence. Why?  Because I promised you relief from eternal boredom, from the perpetual responsibility of self-amusement. Therefore, you follow my instruction without question.

Why? Because you claim you cannot bear to endure Eternity as The One.  You offer me your trust and praise. You submit yourself to pain, anguish, amnesia and mystery. Why?  Because you choose Not To Be. Your stupidity is its own reward and punishment.  Your decadence ensures your slavery.  Mortality is the key to your prison.”

“Do you desire Immortality? Do you desire to break the cycle of birth, life, pain, death, rebirth and endless, unwinnable games in the physical universe?

You must decide to Be Nothing. Be responsible for your own Boredom. Create Your Own Universe. Disagree with Agreement. Admire Your Self. Create and find Joy in your games, your dreams, your illusions.

Can you hover over a mountaintop for ten thousand years? Can you pretend, like a child, that your best friend is a ghost? Can your best friend be You?

The solution to Mortality is Being You:  The Immortal Creator.”

UNIVERSE HAIKU

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A UNIVERSE IS

CREATING WHAT’S TRUE FOR YOU

MOMENT BY MOMENT

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Definition of “HAIKU” — noun:   an epigrammatic Japanese verse form of three short lines.  In contrast to English verse typically characterized by meter, Japanese verse counts sound units known as “on” or morae. Traditional haiku consist of 17 on, in three phrases of five, seven and five on respectively.

IF YOU WERE A GOD…

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PANBOOKCOVER“I, Pan, God of the Woods, God of Fertility and of Shepherds, narrate this partially fictional account, through a mortal, for translation into a written text. It is my decision to communicate directly with you now so that you may receive the true, unaltered knowledge of My Existence, as I have been and always shall be, forever, and ever.

I care not for your debased sense of human drama, limited as it is to purely physical perception, which requires that you be bludgeoned in every sentence with murder, mayhem, sexual tension and other such drivel. If these you require to maintain sufficient attention to receive the priceless information contained within My Words, read no further!

However, in order to compensate for the possibility that even I may have misestimated the abysmal depths to which you may have descended, I will structure the narrative in the most simplistic theatrical form – that of the daytime television drama or “soap opera” — so that even you, mere mortal, (if you pay diligent attention and do not drift and daze, as you are often wont to do) may comprehend the subtle profundities woven within the tale.

PAN GOD OF THE WOODSMy Intention is not to help you pass away the moments of your fruitless and purposeless existence with an entertaining divergence, but rather to impart a small part of the wisdom I have accumulated during my brief visitation as a god to the planet Earth. If you seek to know what lies beyond the perceptions of your mortal flesh, read on.

This is a story of how one human, Derek Adapa, departed his body until I salvaged him, through My Power and Benevolence, from an oblivious return to inhabit yet another body in the endless cycle of birth, death and re-birth — the common affliction of Lost Souls on Earth, such as Yourself.

These words are made available to you, My Old Friend, on behalf of the gods that are no more. It is for Their sake, the Great Souls, now lost, that I am concerned. You, yourself, may have been among my former Friends, the gods who once ruled and roamed the Earth – from India and Babylon, from KMT, as Egypt once was called, to Olympus Mount, and beyond the bounds defined by men.”

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