It’s All For The Birds

I received the following beautiful analogy from a close friend:

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Yesterday early evening I looked out to see a familiar sight. The birds were lined up, waiting patiently for each one’s turn, to drink from the spa that spills in a gentle waterfall into the pool. There are always several kinds of birds – varieties of doves, sparrows, grackles, thrashers — who while they probably don’t hang out together, or breed or raise a brood together, take time each evening to congregate for a drink of water. Each waits patiently because a bird knows it will have its fill of water upon its turn. It must seem to them that there is an endless supply of water and considering their numbers (sometimes the parade of birds seems endless) they are right. As long as the automatic waterer keeps the pool and spa filled, as long as we keep water in the pool…

I couldn’t help but think about humanity and how if we were birds, what we would be doing with the waterfall of seemingly endless water that supplies enough water for all birds. If I were the biggest bird, or most aggressive bird, or most selfish bird, or most entrepreneurial bird — I would claim the waterfall as my own and charge the other birds to drink from it. Some of the other birds, if I happened not to like them or their ways of being birds and thought I was a better bird, I wouldn’t allow to drink from the waterfall, or if I did I would limit access or charge differently, maybe more. By controlling access to water, I would be controlling the lives of all birds. Once I controlled their lives, I would begin to build my empire. I would be Big Bird. I would barter with birds and trade water for having them build me the biggest most luxurious nest in the neighborhood. I would have birds working for me, fulfilling all of my desires. I would think it was fair and just because in exchange I provided for them the elixir of life. I am benevolent, don’t you think?

Eventually the birds who have to pay for water would organize a revolution. They want a government that is of the birds, by the birds, for the birds. I would be either exiled or killed and a new bird would be in control of the water who promised to charge a reasonable rate for water and would not deprive any bird of its God given right to have access to water. And bird democracy begins because all of the birds have forgotten that there is enough water for every bird and even if someplace in the unconscious recesses of their bird brains they want to think that this could work, they will never try it because they know that some big or aggressive or selfish or entrepreneurial bird will ruin it for all birds. And so the endless supply of water that is available to all birds will forever be a dream.

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The analogy gives a whole other significance to the colloquialism: “It’s all for the birds,” which means objectionable or worthlessness.

Oh, how wonderful it feels to be liberated from having to use analogies and belief systems in order to share the real truth to the world.

During the MWAW Commencement Q&A session I was asked to explain, for example, where the New Testament came from and from what source did it rise.  I suppose it’s just too hard to accept, for those who have placed so much value on it all of their lives, that it’s all myth-based.

I found myself at the event using, again, allegories and referring to my knowledge of the scriptures to compassionately help those present grasp the real truth.  I didn’t like it at all … not one bit!

From the moment I was given the knowledge on June 16, 1987, I was very uncomfortable with the whole concept of religion and the “philosophies of men mingled with scripture.”  I wanted nothing to do with any of it …

… thus the true purpose for the gold plates.

Because, when I saw them sitting in front of me, I certainly wanted to know what they said.  I felt special realizing that I, of all the men in the world, was chosen for what I thought at the time was the greatest of all events.  My ego deceived me!  But THEY used my ego against me and to get THEIR work done!  Bastards!  Deceivers! Manipulators! :-)

That’s right!  Just thinking how cool it was to have the actual gold plates sitting in front of me kept me from using my mortal common sense, coupled with my newly received complete understanding of real truth, to realize that whatever was written upon the plates was not real truth and was only being utilized by our advanced monitors to help us use our own brains.  My ego blinded me.  I couldn’t even figure out at the time that the plates themselves were a manipulative tool used to motivate me to fulfill my role.  I can’t imagine how it would have all played out if my ego had not gotten in the way for the past 25 years.

But anyways,

I could have given the inquirer into the New Testament ample evidences to show where the stories of the Bible came from and what real significance they had in our real experience during this mortal life.  But I had an obligation to speak to everyone equally and not bore another with the details of how a myth becomes a person-motivating reality.

I suppose if I had to reveal any negative aspect about my experience now verses before June 16, 2012, and the Marvelous Work and a Wonder® Commencement, it is missing the opportunity to use my ego and understanding of allegory, myth, and things that people want to hear.  I can tell the truth, the real truth, and let the consequence of the listeners’ emotion fall, no longer upon me, but upon the individual.

I’m done being God’s tool to “take away his plainness from them, and deliver unto them many things which they cannot understand, because they desired it. And because they desired it God hath done it, that they may stumble.”

I am finally at peace with people stumbling all over themselves because of themselves.  I’m no longer a stumbling block … and can enjoy the experience of watching others stumble.  How can I enjoy it?  BECAUSE THEY DESIRED IT!

I think I’d make a better comic now than a true messenger.

One of my all-time-favorite comedians, who had more common sense than most, is the late George Carlin.  And about religion, he delivered the real truth with intelligence, simplicity and humor, seemingly right out of a page of the MWAW notebook, without the religious allegory, of course:

I’m starting to love this experience!

Love, One of the Birds!

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