When I wrote MasterMind ... I wrote it to earn money. Then I put the thought aside and went about giving through it all that I deemed worthy for my mind to own. I then wrote that down as a lesson in endless articles for I assumed that giving more of what I knew was a good and kind thing to do .. when I did not have a lot of spare cash to properly market my book. That I assumed was a crass way to market a book meant to change the world. The words and the consequent actions did not seem a perfect match in my mind ... denoting an uncaring which I could never be. I stood tall always in my own mind and I was not about to let money slip me up. My MasterMind was written in the beauty of words ... as much as ungrateful minds are capable of grasping for I see the world .. just grasping at straws.
Alas foolish me lived in a fool's paradise where money was expected as a natural corollary to work ... payment for wisdom? Wisdom is the only thing akin to God ! What yardstick can ever measure the 2 ... money and wisdom are as far apart as receiving money for wisdom .. a gap so wide .. it can never be bridged.
But the world of man has moved on from reading books to giving out free books as arm twisting tactics for money. A desperation difficult for me to comprehend at first ... but on further examination found it more the work of devils ... those who want money by hook or by crook ... not giving much value in return. The books promising nothing ... just rehashed words ... without the dedication and sincerity needed to be a guide.
So I ended up spending a lot more time writing poetry ... but what can poetry do to a devilish mind .. it promised work as a guarantee for cash .. not a free ride. I often wondered where God was in my story .. for I could only find it through the written word or an analysis from out of my own mind. Did I want to punish the devil .. I can swear I was often sorely tempted. Did I do anything about it ... no ... for a doing is an action and I would have had to go to war with the world ... killing as many as I could with my gun or bayonet .. none of which I own.
So who is the devil ... why of course a dog ... the opposite of God ? So what is a dog guilty of. Enslaving you through a little bit of love ... which begs the question who is the real master in such a scenario ... its the dog of course !! Why ... because humans want a mute love in any case. Don't ask uncomfortagle questions because if you do I will have to see myself as I really am. Meanwhile just for that I will be your slave ... take you for walks .. clean your shit and cook your meals to feed you. Exchanging children for a mute love ???
Mind of man ought to be the cerebral creation of the creator. The mind of man was expected to work like God to protect the Master's creation .. our world .. through mind. But man has become a donkey .. doing hard work without much reward ... while liars and thieves rule the land. Now who are they .. I have a word for them too .... kamina kutta ... an unloyal dog.
I saw the world through the mirror ... an illusion of my mind .. in separatedness of myself ... a maya (kindness/goodness) a word the world frowns upon for it seeks itself in another ... but which I connect with hugely ... for the devil was but a cold fish for me. It did not raise my maya to feel sorry for those that prefer to spend the time letting their own vibration down. The spirit coming down from past minds had not seen any goodness and they passed that cycle back down to earth.
I quickly took all my wisdom and mentally locked it up in MasterMind ... something I have been doing ever since I wrote my book. And it finally does not matter / even though it matters enough ... I have locked up MasterMind. You will fight me to get at a copy of my book. I recently refused a person who I felt had not led their life the way I lead mine. I remained true to my mind ... for money could not buy me and I guess it never will.
And yet I believe ... money one can never have enough of ... if you are a contrarian .. you will try to find fault with everything that is said and written .. only so that you can hear the sound of your own pathetic little voice. If you feel that strongly .. go prove it .. give away all your money and live on top of a mountain in a loincloth. I will believe you then .. but not before.
I am a gift and not for sale. You will have to treat me in honour in the one place I matter .. mind. To those that appreciate the value of respect ... I flow effortlessly.
