And the jibba jabba goes on
Success means different things to different people. There is a general thread of consensus however, that says; successful people are the ones who own a nice home, hold down a good job, have successful- at least on the surface- relationships, nurture loving families and enjoy a few beers (for the blokes) and white wines (for the ladies) over BBQ’d cuts of meat on lazy Sunday afternoons.
But success has a price. Everyone knows that, right? We can’t get around to everything. You’ve got to do the important things and shed the not important. Seperate the wheat from the chaff. Prioritise!
What’s interesting though is the hierarchical structure of the priorities. First is the job. Now the majority will argue vehemently that family is first priority because admitting the truth seems a pretty ugly and uncool thing to do, but everyone knows the truth. If it’s a tossup between going home to the missus and the kids or putting in an hour or two to impress the boss, the coin generally lands on the bosses side.
Second is the family. Followed by appearance, home, car, friendships and relationships, sporting team, pets, bills, and somewhere at the tail end, schlepping along last, is the soul. THE most important thing of all either runs stone-cold motherless last or doesn’t make an appearance at all.
Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, Lao Tzu and other genuine ones like them are becoming pop star prophets. That is to say, their teachings are compressed into ever shorter, punchier, more populist, generalist, bland and watered-down versions of gospel rock n roll songs.
What did the genuine ones actually stand for and teach? What did they hold up as examples of virtue, salvation and success?
For starters none of them, as far as I’m aware, preached themselves into a state of lather over the great and cosmic need to own goods, chattels and white picket fenced houses. They wandered from place to place talking, teaching and preaching what they thought would wake people up and help them reconnect with Creation.
Far too often the mistake is made thinking that those prophets, and others like them, said what they said and did what they did in order to begin a movement. Start a religion. Build a following. WRONG! Everything they said and did was for one purpose, and one purpose only … to set their brothers and sisters free. And how did humanity respond? Killed one, slowly and painfully, making a spectacle of it and basically dismissed the others as vagrants who wandered from place to place smiling and spinning spiffy sounding lines.
But the jibba jabba goes on. Love, peace, glory of God. How wonderful it’ll be when Jesus, and his holy buddies come back to walk amongst us once again. I laugh at such proclamations and ignorance. You know what we’d do if Jesus came back and did his thing? Kill him all over again.
Let’s not forget that he was here already. The way he was treated, and dispatched, wasn’t pretty was it? As for the others, their ends may not have been as brutal, but their measure of success was about the same. So let’s not romanticize it all. But that’s what humans do; romanticize the prophets, mouth some mumbo-jumbo at the sky then get off their knees, dust off the pants and march purposefully back into the world. After all, one has to Earn a crust, kick butt, make ends meet. Makes you all warm and fuzzy, doesn’t it?
The day before he was assassinated, the great Martin Luther King made a remarkable speech. A part of what he said in that legendary speech was:
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
Mr King may as well have been speaking about sons and daughters of Creation, still languishing in the grips of ego. In exile in their own minds.
Wake up. Wake up and climb to your very own mountain top! And Live!!!