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I have told some of where the knowledge of Perakee came from and how it came to me. I told those stories,
which are part of the page on this site entitled THE BASICS, on the Simian Discussion Board. Because of the stated purpose
of that site I was not able to tell the whole story. The reason I was given the knowledge was on account of my being born
with Simian lines. But of the body of knowledge known as the Legend of Perakee, only a small portion pertains specifically
to the Simian lines.
Most of the Perakee Tradition could be called simple psychology, or lessons about the right way to live,
or views of how humans interact with themselves and each other. The original Perakee viewed folks with Simian lines as having
been chosen by the Great Spirit to be leaders among men, not necessarily leaders of men. And so the stories are meant not
only to help Perakee find and maintain balance in their own lives, but to help them understand humans in general in order
to fulfill obligations in place before they were born.
I think you have already seen this. The stories about the Wells, the Energies, the Colors of the Rainbow,
and how Mahakah use their energies differently from Perakee really have nothing to do with the Simian lines, per se, and it
was only with the patient indulgence of Larry Rodriguez, who owns the site, that I was able to go into those areas as far
as I did. I kept expecting him to pop up and say, "Hey! This site is supposed to be about the Simian lines! If you want to
talk about dead Indians, go find your own site!"
The opposite, of course, is what really happened. Not only has Larry R proven to be a kind and patient friend,
but a slave driver as well! He encouraged me to build my own site, and if I had known how much work that is, I might have
run like hell!:) But the work has been done. And the two months it took me to build this site and
get it running have been a very rewarding experience in itself.
But the creation of this site has caused me some sleepless nights for a very different reason. Now, at this
point in time, the history of the Legend of Perakee will be changed forever.......
Since the creation of this body of knowledge, for thousands of years if my grandpa was correct, the stories
have been passed from mouth to ear. They passed from Perakee to Perakee down our line. The stories were told to people of
the village as well as passing strangers. Anyone who wanted to were free to listen to them and use them in their life as they
saw fit. Other villages brought their Perakee children to the Bo village to be taught. And when there were more than one Perakee
in the village, the younger would travel in search of other villages that could use their help. In this way, the Legend of
Perakee was spread all across the Americas.
Now the Legend of Perakee will spread all across the world.
I have passed on bits and pieces of the Legend in poetry and song since 1981. Mostly people would say something
like: "I really like that poem!", or "I really like the song!" Sometimes someone would ask what does it mean, and that would
give me a chance to expound on where the words came from. Occassionally someone would be pointed out by omens to me, and we
would walk together a ways, going deeper and deeper into the knowledge. I always built stories that they could grasp in order
to teach them certain things. Calvin is a martial artist, so I built stories of Ninja and Samarai just for him. James is the
son of a preacher, so I built stories from the Bible into lessons on Perakee. (This was not hard to do. Because my grandpa
was a preacher for 33 years, he translated practically the entire Bible according to Perakee knowledge. He used those stories
in his sermons, and he told them to me. Some day I may post some of those stories. I guarantee you will never look at Christianity
( or probably any other religion) quite the same.)
By posting on the world wide web, I will not be able to look into the eyes of those I am talking to. It is
kinda like shooting a shotgun toward a noise at night and hoping you hit something. There is no way to determine a person's
intent when he emails for more information, or where he is at in his developement. So this indeed may be an exercise in futility.
We will walk this path a ways, and if it doesn't work, I can always delete it and fade back into my anonymity.
I spoke to my new found friend about this, and as usual, Larry R's response was apropos: "Larry, you have
built a wagon, now get on it and drive. Some people may laugh and throw rocks at it. Some may get on and ride a ways and feel
it is a silly wagon and hop off. And some may find great solace in what you have to say. Some day you will look back in spirit
form and say: "At least I had the courage to build a wagon!"
I have no idea which direction the stories will take from here. They do have a life of their own. Whether
you understand this or not, while my fingers are typing, I also listen as the drama of the stories unfold.
Larry Brinkley
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1. In Grandfather's Eyes
2. Grandfather's Love
3. Full Moon Rising
4. The Red Energies
5. The Moon Qualities
6. Endorphine Rush
7. Dominion
8. Dust and Shadow
9. Drive
10. Propriety
11. Order
12. Imagination
13. Guardians (1-25-05)
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IN GRANDFATHER'S EYES
My grandpa, J.B.Hoover, was a strange and wonderful man. I remember him as a kind and loving man, a very patient
man who loved children. He was a commanding figure who spoke very loud all the time. He was always the center of attention
wherever he went. Because bombs exploded close to him in WW1, he was very hard of hearing, and everyone had to yell at him
to to get him to understand what they were saying. He had a great belly laugh, and he used it a lot! Because he had been shot
in the stomach in the war, he could not control his flatulence, and I remember the humor when he would make funny noises at
the most inopportune times. He laughed along with everyone else. There was a carnival atmosphere whenever my grandpa was around.
But there was a dark side to Preacher Hoover. I never saw it, but I sensed it, and I heard many stories of
when he was younger. When in repose, his dark eyes always held a smouldering cast. He always seemed to be a man on a mission.
Even when on a simple task such as going to check the mail, he looked like a man going to beat the crap out of the mail man!
He imposed his will on those around him, especially his family. He said what he meant and meant what he said, and was eager
to back his words with argument or fists at any time. He walked the earth afraid of no man. And he brooked no quarter.
My grandpa never talked about his life before I was born. But from stories he told and stories I heard from
my parents, my grandmother, and others, I have a good idea of what happened. And I got to know a man who I know only as Brother
Hamilton. He was a retired preacher as well, and was probably my grandpa's closest friend. He told me many stories
of Preacher Hoover.
In 1921, when my grandpa was 29 years old, he became, for all practical purposes, a White Man Medicine Man.......
he became a Methodist minister.
Brother Hamilton once told me: "Your grandpa was the greatest man I ever knew. He was a great preacher. I
never tired of listening to him preach. He told stories from the Bible in such a way as I have never heard. When he told stories
of Hell, you could smell the brimstone. When he talked of Heaven, he made you wish you were already there. He often looked
at the children when he preached, and he told his stories in such simple language that even they could understand."
Another time Brother Hamilton said: "Your grandpa knew the Bible better than any man alive. But the funny
thing is..... he never believed a word of it!" When I questioned him further about that, he said: "I don't know. It was just
a feeling I always got when I heard him preach. It might have something to do with how he was raised. He was raised by the
BoToh Indians, you know. If he had chosen, he could have been a wealthy, wealthy man."
Though he was a preacher, my grandpa hated preachers. He looked at them as servants of the people, not as
servants of God. He felt that they were too afraid to tell the Truth, because they did not want to make the congregation angry.
For that reason, Preacher Hoover never had a church of his own, but traveled far and wide to preach at tent revivals. He never
accepted money for speaking. He would close his sermons by asking a local preacher to lead a prayer, then sneak out while
the prayer was going on. I asked my grandma why he did that, and she said: "Because he did not like getting beat up." When
I asked who would beat him up, she said: "The other preachers, of course!"
Preacher Hoover preached far and wide for 33 years. Many people loved him. And many people hated him.
He had 2 children, my mother and her brother. My uncle had 2 children, neither of whom were Perakee. My mother
had her first child in 1951, a girl named Elizabeth, who was stillborn. And the doctors said my mother would never be able
to have any more children.........
I think my grandpa was terribly torn during this period. He was now 59 years old. He was the Holder of the
Knowledge of the Land, a tradition that went back thousands of years. He was bound by tradition to pass it on, but he
had no Perakee grandchildren to pass it to. The Bo tribe was gone. Soon he would be gone. And the Knowledge would die
with him. He was, in his mind, truly the Last of the Perakee.
But my mother did get pregnant again, and I was born on 18 Feb 54, at 6:50pm, in Nashville, Arkansas. Something
happened to my grandpa that night, and he was changed forever. Brother Hamilton was there the night Preacher Hoover preached
his last sermon.
"We were at a tent revival in McCaskel. It was a terribly stormy night. Lightning was popping all around,
thunder shook the ground, water was running ankle deep through the tent. But nobody left. They were too caught up in the spell
your grandpa weaved. He was like a madman possessed. He ran up and down the aisle, splashing water on everyone. We were all
soaked, and it was very cold. But no one seemed to notice.
"Preacher Hoover spoke the most powerful sermon of his career that night, certainly the most powerful sermon
I ever heard. Then something happened right in the middle of it. Your grandpa was at the podium, about to make the point that
all his yelling and raging was building up to. He raised his finger to the heavens, and at that exact moment lightning struck
very close. It might have even struck the tent pole, I don't know. But your grandpa froze, his sentence left hanging, his
finger still held at arm's length. The electricity went out, but from the brilliant flashes of lightning we could see
him standing there. Then, without another word, he walked out into the storm without a backward glance. He never preached
again.
"But I saw something else that night, something that I have never told anyone. I am not sure whether it was
my imagination or what. But when Preacher Hoover went out of the tent, there was another brilliant flash of lightning. And
during that split second before the tent flap closed, I know it sounds silly, but I would swear that there were two Indians
standing there in the rain."
The next day my grandpa walked into the nursery at the hospital and, amid angry shouting by the nurses, picked
me up, looked at my hands, held me to his breast, fell to his knees, and wept like a baby.......
Over the course of the next few days, Preacher Hoover canceled all his speaking engagements and announced
to the world that he had retired. And so I never knew the angry, shouting, raging, fire and brimstone spouting tyrant that
he was supposed to have been. I only remember him as a kind, loving, caring, understanding, patient, and very wise man.
Of course, like most of us, I did not come to fully understand and appreciate my grandpa until long after
he was gone. I left home at 17 by joining the US Army. I traveled around the world and saw things and did things that helped
me see what this world is truly like. I learned to enjoy alcohol. Though I was not really a shy person, I was quiet and soft
spoken. A long way from home and all alone among strangers, I simply had nothing to say. But after a few bottles of beer ,
a few drinks, or half a bottle of wine, I found I knew no strangers. I could interact with these people as if I had known
them all my life. And so alcohol, for me, was a tool I used to not feel so all alone. And if it had stopped there, all would
have been OK.
But by 1975, my wife began to grow concerned. I was drinking more and more, and spending a big chunk of the
little pay I received on drinking. I never got into drugs, but often someone would say: "Hey, try this!" And in an alcoholic
haze I tried all sorts of drugs. How I lived through that phase of my life, I will never know.
Then on February 26, 1975, something happened that rocked my world. I don't know if you would call it a near-death-experience
or a drug induced vision, but it changed my life forever. I had been out partying with a friend of mine. I got home at 4am.
My wife was VERY angry at me, and would not even look at me. I pulled off my clothes and laid down on the bed..... and fell
for miles, floating and spinning in lazy circles. A part of me grew very alarmed, while another part of me knew I had died.
I found myself crying bitterly, sitting naked on a flat rock, overlooking the ocean. But the ocean was a pastel
orange color. I could see and hear the waves breaking right in front of me. As I looked into the distance, the water looked
smooth and shiny, and where its edge met the sky was all blurred, because the sky was the same pastel orange color. I did
not know where I was. I only knew that I was not on earth any more. And I was wrought with grief. I had wasted my whole life.
I would never get to see my daughter grow up, never tell my wife how much I love and appreciate her, or see my folks again.
I was damned ashamed.
Then I noticed a bright blue speck in the distance above the horizon. As I watched, it grew bigger as it floated
toward me. When it got close, I saw a man standing in what looked like a pastel blue star. And then I recognized him!!!!!!!
I jumped up and wept for joy at seeing him again! I wanted to scream, "Where have you been? Why did you abandon me? Thank
god you have come for me!"
I ran to him as he stopped in front of me. I could see him smiling. He reached out to me and I jumped into
his arms and gasped his name, "Grandfather!"
We floated away as he comforted me, crying as words rushed out of me, trying to tell him all that had happened
since I saw him last, weeping at the joy of being with him again, and at the same time apologizing for having wasted my life
and not fulfilling the agreement that I had made with him before I was born. When I had regained a modicum of control, I looked
at him and asked: "Grandfather, how is it that I could have fogotten you?!?"
I lived with Grandfather for 30 days. I know it was 30 days. I remember the things we talked about, the sounds
of people around us, the sights and smells, spending leisurely days walking through the woods and sleeping at nights, waking
and having breakfast with him. And then the day came when he told me I had to go back. I did not want to go, I never wanted
to be away from him again. But I knew I had no choice. He told me not to worry, that I would succeed in my task.
And then I woke up. It was 6am, exactly 2 hours after I had laid down on my bed. My wife was still up, and
still VERY angry at me for having stayed out drinking all night. I had no hangover, I was wide awake and refreshed. It felt
EXACTLY like I had been away on vacation for a month! I apologized to my wife for my behavior and promised it would not happen
again. She merely shrugged, she had heard that before.
But my whole life changed. You can ask my wife today, and she will tell you I am not the same person
I was before Feb 26, 1975. She is still with me, and she remembers the first 4 years of our marriage with bitterness.
I have never done any drugs since then, and did not touch a drop of alcohol for 15 years. I only now have a drink or two with
friends, like when the band plays at a bar.
My life was a confused mess for years after that vision. I had to find ways to live without alcohol. I had
to get my temper in check. A part of me knew that I had to balance my energies at all costs. At that time, I had not connected
that vision with the stories of Perakee that I had been told in childhood. I began an all-consuming quest to understand what
the vision had tried to teach me. I read thousands of books, on everything from psychology to ancient wisdom religions. Nowhere
could I find the answers I sought.
By the time I got out of the military in 1978, my grandpa was gone. And any answers he might have been able
to give me were lost. My life at that time consisted of working and raising my family, and studying at night when everyone
had gone to bed and the TV and radio were off. I read voraciously. I KNEW things! But I did not know how I knew them. And
it was driving me crazy......
Out of desperation I moved my family to Houston, TX in 1980. Obstensbly, the reason was to get a better paying
job. But I felt that if I could talk to people who were living the things I had only read about, I might be able to put some
pieces together. I went everywhere I could find people gathered to learn more about Wicca, Satanism, New Age, Eckankar, Neodruidism,
Native American ideals, Yoga, Tao, Islam, Christianity, Bhuddism....ANYTHING that would help at all in uncovering what I was
feeling inside or where it might be coming from!
I finally joined the Rosicrucians- AMORC. They did not claim to know the answers, but they claimed to know
how to help folks find their own answers. And in that, they partially helped me where no one else could, though they themselves
may never understand that. I will not violate any of their secrets, but I will say that they have some of the most beautiful
rituals I have ever seen. It was during one such ritual, on 26 May, 1982, that I received a second vision that changed
my life. The ritual only lasts fifteen minutes, but in my visionary state, hours passed.
I found myself floating hundreds of miles above the Earth, directly above Houston. I could see the cities
of the United States, their streetlights making them glow, or so I thought at first. I saw tiny points of light leave hundreds
of places and make their way to the cities. I saw a point of light meander toward Houston, and I recognized the light as me. With
each tiny point of light that reached a city, the city seemed to glow a little brighter until a few of those cities began
to pulse brilliantly, like a heartbeat.
I also noticed that there was a second type of glow, a barely glowing heartbeat that seemed to be barely alive.
It pulsed very faintly red instead of white like the cities. It appeared to be located at the Arkansas Diamond Mine, about
3 miles from where I grew up.
Then I began to see the same points of light leave the cities and go back to where they came from, each much
brighter than when they came to the city. And where they stopped, smaller lights were established. I saw a light that I recognized
as me slowly meander its way back to Arkansas. And then the faintly glowing red heartbeat began to beat more powerfully when
I made contact with it.
Then I snapped back to reality. I did not know what it meant, and I had no intention at that time of ever
moving back to Arkansas. I was making a LOT of money in the oilfield, and my family was happy. But I got laid off within a
week of that vision. Not only me, but 60 thousand people got laid off that same week! There were few jobs available after
that, and thousands of people were lined up to try for those jobs. I went from 6000 dollars a month income to 600 dollars
a month unemployment. By August our savings were depleted. We had no choice but to move back home.
I did not know why the Spirit wanted me back in Arkansas. But that it did so was unquestionable. I bought
a trailer house and put it on the back side of a 12 acre lake on my mom's property. Everyone locally knows the history of
this lake, which we called the Hoover Pond. In the middle of the lake is a spring. The Bo tribe lived around this
spring. In 1950, my grandpa had a dam put across the creek that led from this spring. The water backed up so that it flooded
the area where the Bo village was.
For months after we moved into our trailer, I felt a vague uneasiness. I knew the vision in Houston told me
the answers to what I sought, but I could not figure it out. From our front yard, I could feel something pulling me from the
northwest. I got a county map and found that the Arkansas Diamond Mine is in the direction from which I felt pulled. So I
spent a year looking around the mine every chance I got, talking to people there, searching in and around the park. I found
nothing.
I then found that also northwest of my house is the Kadoha Indian Village. (Both the Arkansas Diamond Mine
and Kadoha have their own sites, if you want to look them up.) I spent a year or so hanging around Kadoha, talking to the
owner, Sam Johnson, and the manager of the site, Clifton Crews. Still I found nothing that even remotely helped quell the
uneasiness within me.
Then in 1987 things changed. A man named Jay moved to Murfreeboro, my home town, and took work as a cook at
the Timbers restaurant in town. He was a quiet man, but an excellent chef. I often stopped at the Timbers on my way home from
work to drink a quiet cup of coffee and relax before going home. I began to notice Jay staring at me from the kitchen, though
he never spoke to me at first. Finally one day he brought out a meal and placed it in front of me and sat down. I told
him I did not order that, and he said it was a mistake and he was too full to eat it, so he gave it to me. I thought that
was weird, since we were the only ones in the restaurant at the time.
Jay always came out and sat with me after that, though we seldom talked. I just thought the guy was gay or
something, but he seemed harmless enough. Even Dick, the owner of the restaurant, commented to me that I was the only one
Jay ever talked to. This went on for months. Then one day I found a copper penny minted in 1941. I showed it to Jay that afternoon.
When I handed it to him, it fell out of our grasp. We looked for half an hour for the penny, moving our chairs and table to
look, everyone in the restaurant helped us look, to no avail. When we had given up and sat back down at our table, I saw the
penny laying on Jay's right shoe, trapped by his shoelaces. I knew it was an omen, the Spirit was trying to show me something.
I changed my focus and looked at Jay. For a few moments I saw, instead of Jay, an old Indian medicine man sitting in front
of me. And Jay saw me as someone else too.
He said: "You are the one I have been looking for. I thought you were, but now I am sure." And then he
told me one of the most interesting stories I have ever heard.
He said he grew up in Arizona. His father's land bordered the White Mountain Apache reservation. I don't know
what town he was close to or anything. His father told him to NEVER, NEVER go into the reservation. But as he grew into a
teenager, he violated his father's orders and went onto the forbidden land many times. He meant no harm, he simply had a child's
curiosity of the unknown. He wandered for miles and never saw anything of anyone in that area for years. He thought that if
it WAS a reservation, the Indians must have left.
One night during a full moon, he saw a glow coming from behind some rocks. He very quietly approached the
glow, hiding from rock to rock, until he could see that it was a campfire of an old, old Indian. Jay was ecstatic, for this
was the first time in years that he had seen anyone at all on the Indian land. He was also frightened, because his father
had told him that the Indians would kill him if they ever caught him there. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the old
Indian looked straight at him. Jay fled terrified for his life. But nothing happened. Months later, after he had convinced
himself it was all a dream, he went back. This time the Indian was waiting for him and grabbed him from behind while he was
peering over a rock at the fire. Jay was so frightened he passed out. When he wakened, the Indian was gone, and no trace of
a campfire.
Over a year passed before he went back. Each time was a full moon. He said he would feel as if something was
calling him, though it was not an audible sound. The old Indian was waiting for him, standing by the fire and smiling at him.
He went to the fire and they sat together for hours. Jay said he went back many times over the course of 4 years. No words
were ever spoken between them, but Jay swears communication took place. He began to know things, to see things, to understand
things for which there were no words. At the last meeting between them, in 1986, Jay said he felt the words inside his head:
"I can teach you no more. You must find the Land of the Talking Wood. Only there will you find your answers."
Jay had no idea what or where this Land of the Talking Wood was. He merely left home hitchiking, go wherever
a ride took him, knowing only that the Land of the Talking Wood was his final destination, and trusting that the Spirit would
take him there. He said, "I still don't know what it is, but I feel I am soooo close!"
I sat dumbfounded as Jay told his story, but I was deeply shocked when he said the last. I had not heard anyone
speak of the Land of Talking Wood since I was a child, and then only by my grandpa. Finally I said simply, "I know where the
Land of theTalking Wood is. Come when you are ready." I got up and left.
That night when Jay got off work at midnight, he came to my house. I don't know how he knew where I lived.
I never told him. We walked out into the yard and talked for awhile. I was now very curious about a lot of things Jay had
said. But he would not answer. He kept looking around, sniffing the air. Then he said, "What is in that direction?", and he
pointed toward the northwest. At that exact moment I distinctly heard SOMETHING call my name! I said, "Well, let's go look."
He led the way unerringly to a knoll that my grandpa called Taloh's Tomb in the Graveyard of the Ancient Toltecs beside the
Creek Where the Water Runs Red inside the Land of the Talking Wood.
Neither of us spoke. There was no need. I felt the exact same thing at that moment as I had felt in the vision
in 1975: an overwhelming awe, a sense of coming home at last, and I felt myself wondering, "Grandfather! How could I have
forgotten you!?!"
We sat silently for hours, each lost in our own thoughts.When we got back to my house, it was dawning in the
east. Jay left without a word. When next I went to the Timbers a few days later, Dick said he had quit his job and went to
Houston, saying something about visiting his brother. I never saw or heard from Jay again. I don't know if he found his answers.
But I found mine. I went almost nightly into the Graveyard over the course of the next 5 years. It took
me 30 years of questing all over the world to learn what we all must learn for ourselves: The answers to all our questions
are inside ourselves. They can only found in Grandfather's Eyes............
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GRANDFATHER'S LOVE
All men make contact with Grandfather at some point in their lives. ( I use the word "men" to
refer to all mankind, and that includes women too.) And they always remember the experience. Millions of stories have been
told of this experience, in a myriad of ways. Each person tells the story in his own vernacular. Great religions and schools
of thought have been built around these experiences. And it is the great folly of men to feel that they are special because
of this contact, that they are one of the chosen few, that their vision is better or greater than anyone else's vision, and
to feel that they are the only one who knows Truth and that everybody else is blind.
In previous posts, I have told of the great struggle that goes on inside all Perakee that lasts
from the age of 17 to the age of 29. This struggle begins at the age of 17 for Mahakah, but never quite comes to a conclusion.
For them, it goes on for the remainder of their lives, or at least until one side loses its power and the other side wins
by default. What is this fight all about? What are the Red and Blue energies, the Emotions and the Intellect, fighting for?
What, exactly, is the Prize?
The Perakee concluded that the emotional side of Man and the rational side of Man are vying for
Grandfather's love.
In the body of knowledge known as Perakee, the word "grandfather" is used to personify the instinctive
side of Man, or what could be called Racial Memory. The Perakee called this the Yellow energies.
My grandpa taught me, through his stories, that when Man was first created, he was nothing but
another animal, living exclusively by his Yellow energies. He ate, slept, mated, and generally just survived by Instinct
alone for perhaps millions of years. Nothing else mattered to him. Slowly the Blue energies began to develope. Man began to
understand the connections between things, the physical consequences of his actions. "If I do that, this happens! Wow!
Neato!!"
The earliest developments of Man's rudimentary Intellect were fire, weapons, tools, clothing,
artificial caves, harvesting, language, and banding together for protection. For perhaps another million years Man learned
the basics of artificially munipulating his world. He no longer lived at the whimsy of nature. It is exactly the rise of the
Blue energies in Man that made him truly the lord of the earth. And if it had stopped there, perhaps all would have been well.....
Not long after the Blue energies began to rise, the Red energies began to develope too. The original
Perakee saw that the Red energies are a direct consequence of the Blue energies. My grandpa explained it: "When Man rose to
the point of being the lord ever all the animals of earth, he failed to understand that he himself is an animal. Only when
Man can become the lord over himself will he has risen to his rightfull place on Earth. Only when all men can find balance
within themselves will there be balance on earth. As long as he is fighting within himself, the fighting spills out to
those around him..... his family, his friends, his village, his country, his world, and even into the stars if he ever reaches
them! Not only does Man suffer, but the Earth as well, and all who live upon it."
My grandpa, being a Methodist minister as well as the Holder of the Knowledge of the Land, often
mixed stories from the Bible with the stories of Perakee. He equated the seven Red energies of man with the seven deadly sins:
pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth. He also equated them with the seven fallen angels of Revelations.
He looked at the story of the twins Jacob and Esau as being the story of the rise of the Red and Blue energies.
With the rise of the Red energies, Man became Man's worst enemy. More suffering has been caused
by Man through war, rape, murder, stealing, adultory, divorce, and abortion in the name of happiness, freedom, religion, greed,
caste, and politics than all natural catastrophes combined!
In the Tradition of Perakee, the Red and Blue energies are looked at as transitory and fleeting.
The Intellect is generational, each new generation building upon the last, finding different ways to understand the world
and meet the people's needs. The Emotions are looked at as changing from day to day, often from moment to moment, to reflect
the immediate needs of each person. As each person dies, his Life Force flows back into the earth to be cleansed of all but
new knowledge. Almost everything we think we have learned in this life has been learned before. And it is all held in sacred
trust by Racial Memory, or what the Perakee called the Yellow energies.
This Yellow energy of Man, the Racial Memory or Instinct, is millions of years old, and was called
Grandfather by the Perakee.
The Perakee Tradition says that the fight between the Red and Blue energies is stupid and ignorant,
a tremendous waste of personal energy. Nonetheless, it is a precondition of humans at this stage of their development. But
instead of a life-long struggle, it should be a normal part of the maturation process, like acne or breast development in
women. By the time a person is 29 years old, he should be able to relegate the Emotions and Intellect to their proper
positions, allow the Wisdom of ages to rise and incorporate that into an amalgamated whole so that the individual can get
on with completing the task agreed on before birth.
The Red and Blue energies have yet to understand that they are nothing compared to the Yellow
energies. Though they number seven, the same as the Red and Blue, the bulk of the Yellow energies is massive. My grandpa explained
it: "The Red and Blue energies fighting over Grandfather are like two fleas fighting over who owns the dog they are living
on. Like two ants fighting over the priviledge of raping an elephant. Like two countries fighting over who owns the Earth.
No matter who wins, it will not change the course of history. The dog will still scratch and bite the flea that "owns" him;
the elephant will never "feel" raped no matter what the ant is thinking; and the Earth will still revolve around the Sun no
matter which country wins the assinine struggle for world superiority.
Everyone has grandparents, though some may have never known them. We each are the product of millions
of generations. And so we each have had countless "grandparents". What did your grandparents think of you? What do you think
of when you think of your children and your children's children? Or have you ever given them any thought at all........
You will be someone's grandparent some day. Then someone's great-grand parent, then someone's
great-great-grandparent, etc, etc. What legacy will you leave for them? Will it be bitterness and prejudice, pettiness and
demoralization, anger and greed, war and rumors of war? Or will it be selfless acceptance and happiness, peace and joy, thankfulness
and hope, wisdom and balance? The choice is yours. All yours.
It is in this vein that the Perakee looked upon the Yellow energies of Man. They are the Wisdom
of a million generations of our grandparents. Through their eyes we can see the struggle that brought us to this place in
history: the climbing out of the seas to live on land, standing upright to walk on two legs, the endless fear of living in
dark caves and hoping the predators don't eat our children, the marvel of the discovery of fire and weapons to protect us
from the cold and dangers of an often seemingly hideous and hostile world, the rise of great civilizations, exploration, and
conquest. And by turning our gaze forward, we can see where we may end up a million years from now!
Maybe.............
We first have to get through this phase or our evolution.
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FULL MOON RISING
We first have to get through this phase or our evolution......
Few people can even conceive the import of such a statement. Most of us have some concept of history. And
in a vague, abstract sort of way we have a hazy view of the future. But it takes a very balanced person indeed to understand
that his generation is just another rung on the evolutionary ladder.
There was a moment in time when we, as a race, felt the Pierce of the Earth Arrow. Forces beyond our comprehension
brought all the pieces together and at a certain point, when everything was perfect, we were transformed from inanimate object
to living being. MAGIC! And Mankind was born....
The first five years of Man were the untold aeons when he lived in his Yellow energies. He had only to live,
to grow, to learn about his new world. He lived solely by his Instincts. The next twelve years of his life were when
the Red and Blue energies began to rise. Mankind struggled for countless generations, being pulled constantly by the forces
of Intellect and Emotion. Finally, like a child at the age of seventeen, Man left his Earth parent behind, and ventured into
the world to sink or swim on his own.
According to Perakee, Mankind is now between the ages of 17 and 29.....
experiencing the battle that we all face inside each of us between the Red and Blue energies in our third
period. And, just like on a personal level, no one can say who will win the fight.
If the Blue energy of Man wins, our children and children's children will live in a totalitarian state of
One World Government. Big Brother will be everywhere, making sure that no one breaks the Law. There will be no personal freedom.
If the Red energy of Man wins, our children and children's children will live in a state of world chaos much
like Europe of the Middle Ages. The world government will be a One World Religion. Big Brother will be everywhere, making
sure no one breaks the Law. There will be no personal freedom.
Neither scenario is preferable. No matter which one wins, they will always be Sleeping With the Enemy. And
sooner or later the defeated energy will find a way to rise up and destroy the dictator, and the world of Man will be destroyed
again. And it will be another 15,000 years before it recovers enough to make another bid.
The Perakee say it has happened five times before. The last time Man rose to the point of becoming a world
tribe it was called the Toltec Empire. Some accounts call it Atlantis. And some call the world tribe before that one 'Lemuria'.
Other cycles have been called things like 'Mu' and 'Thule'.
But each time the same thing happened. Either the Red energies of Man or the Blue energies of Man won and
became a Tyrant. In most cases, the Red energies won and the world became ruled by a priesthood.....
Within this cycle of our developement there have been several regional civilizations. And we only need to
study them to see what happened and why they failed.
Egypt rose to great heights only to succumb to the Red energies. Great priesthoods ruled. The people were
enslaved, but the priests lived as gods. A statue has been uncovered which portrayed a great hero, a man whose only
claim to fame was that he was never even once flogged in public.
Greece rose to great heights only to succumb to the Blue energies of Man. A powerful form of government called
Democracy was developed at that time. The aristocracy grew weary of running the mundane affairs of its citizens, so it allowed
the people to 'govern' themselves while retaining the true reins of power.
Rome rose to great heights only to succumb to the Blue energies. As in Greece, law after law was passed until
finally the people lost all freedom. The citizens were expected to govern their mundane affairs while the Caesars lived
like gods. Policemen and soldiers and spies everywhere ensured that the commoners would obey what they were told, and the
citizens were treated like chattle.
The Holy Roman Empire rose to great heights, based initially on the teachings of Jesus, only to succumb to
the Red energies of Man. Everything Intellectual was ruthlessly suppressed. Scientists and physicians were burned on the slightest
provocation. All who even thought differently than Church Canon were slaughtered.
These four examples show what happened when the Red and Blue energies won and became the dominant force over
a few million people. It is no wonder that doomsayers look at the future then kill themselves in a fit of depression. If either
scenario is allowed to be played out on a global scale, the world of our children and childrens' children will be dark, indeed.
My grandpa saw the development of many new things during his lifetime: electricity, the automobile, airplanes,
rockets, nuclear energy, radio, television. And yet, he insisted that these things were not new. "All these things have been
discovered five times before!"
When I questioned his sanity, he explained: "We are the 6th race of Man. Each one before discovered ways to
use the earth's energies, and so have we. It is a natural consequence of the Yellow energies rising in Mankind. What we do
with it is totally up to us. If we learn to balance our energies, we will use the Earth's gifts wisely to help all people
everywhere. If we allow the Red or Blue energies to run roughshod over the others, we will destroy ourselves again.
"Much of what happens will depend on Perakee all over the earth. As each one brings his own energies into
balance, he will be a balancing influence in his own area. And if enough of them can do this, it may be all that is necessary."
For many years I could not accept what my grandpa had said about ancient civilizations. His assertions that
everything we think of as modern inventions had been used thousands of years ago seemed utterly fantastic. Until I began to
read about things all over the earth that defy explanation: the Pyramids (of Egypt, China, and Central America), Easter Island,
the temples of Balbeck and Titicaca, evidence of Leyden jars and copper wires in Mesopotamia, the list could go on and on.
It has been estimated that 9 million men, women, and children were killed when the Full Moon rose in the hearts
of men during the Middle Ages. And that was in Europe, a small area when compared to the rest of the Earth. Today, with so-called
modern technology, the Full Moon rising in the hearts of men will have a global impact. It will make the Middle Ages look
like a backyard bar-b-que.......
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THE RED ENERGIES
Everyone has a dream. For some it may be to own a quiet tavern some day, where they can sit quietly among
friends and while away the hours. Some maybe would like a chihuahua farm somewhere in the backhills of Tennesse. Me? I always
wanted to be a standup comedian.
My heroes will forever be Mark Twain and Will Rogers. They were humorists. But they were far more than that.
Their 'humor' consisted of telling the plain simple truth about the comings and goings of their fellow men, and about themselves
as well. Their directness was disarming, their wit and wisdom penetrating, their irony so subtle that it takes no modicum
of intelligence to comprehend.
But most successful comedians fall into the same category. Unless humor is based on truth, it simply is not
funny. It is precisely the element of truth simplified or overblown that causes it to be called humor.... especially truth
that is not embraced by established authority. There are things that everybody knows except the experts!
"We got the best Congress money can buy!" --- Will Rogers
"If you play music to your clams they will lie quietly."--- Mark Twain
"Send food to the starving people in Africa?!? You oughta send em a U-Haul and tell em to move!" --- Source
Unknown
"Why can't we say shit, piss, and fuck in polite company?? Everyone does them. Even God fucked Mary. And He
has to get rid of all that food and wine that is sacrificed to Him SOME way. Or maybe that is why He is so full of Wrath.....He's
been constipated for 65 billions years! --- Lenny Bruce (paraphrased)
Maybe the reason I respect comedians so much is that they are the only ones who can tell Truth and not be
criticized for it. If a preacher does it, he is 'stepping on toes', and it makes people feel uncomfortable. If politicians
do it, they kill their career, because no one will vote for them. If experts do it, they lose all respect of their peers in
their chosen field, and their grant monies dry up.
Humor is a function of the Red energies of Man, just like Wisdom is a function of the Yellow energies of Man,
and science is a function of the Blue energies of Man.
The Yellow energies are relatively easy to understand: If a newborn baby were somehow dropped off on a deserted
island, the chances of his survival would be slim to none. But IF he survives, then there are certain things he
has to accomplish..... and you and I know EXACTLY what those things would have to be. He would have to eat food, drink water,
breathe, remain free of accident and disease, and find shelter from nature and predators. Simple. So very simple. It does
not take much for Man to survive at an instinctual level. And no one has to teach you these things. They come naturally.
The Blue energies are likewise relatively easy to understand: As the child on the desert island grows older,
his Blue energies begin to rise. He begins to figure things out on his own. He discovers more efficient ways to gather and
store food and water. He begins to experiment with different plants to find which taste good and which don't. He begins to
look critically at the world around him to see how to better use his time and survive in a better way.
But the Red energies of Man seem to be beyond comprehension: Soon his Red energies begin to rise. He gets angry
when things don't work the way he thinks they should. He feels frustrated when something beyond his control interferes with
his goals. He feels happy when things are going his way and depressed when they are not. These are what the Red energies were
designed for: To push us into being better, more efficient, more practical, smarter in our dealings with the world around
us, becoming greater than the sum of our parts.
But then one day the Reds take on a totally different aspect. The boy sees a monkey with a stash of bananas,
and he begins to think: "Hmm.......it will take me hours to climb all those trees and get my own bananas. Or...... I can just
take that monkey's bananas and save myself hours of work!" So he picks up a rock and kills the monkey, and takes the bananas
home well satisfied with what he has done.
A month later cannibals come to the island and cook the boy for supper. What he was never to know was: The
monkey had been his friend, and would have warned him of the cannibals..... had he still been alive to do so.
The moral of the story? Well, gee whiz, guys! The moral of the story is everything every religion, every philosophy,
every school of thought since the world began has been trying to tell us! "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."---
Jesus; "As you go through life, if you can't help your brother, at least please don't hurt him."--- the Dalai Lama; "As ye
sow, ye shall reap."--- the Law of Karma; "Stop being lazy and go get your own damned bananas!"--- Larry Brinkley
But these things have been talked about in a myriad of ways, hashed and rehashed, through parable after parable,
and law upon law has been passed to force us to live together. To what avail? We, once again, stand upon the brink of self
destruction.........
It does not take Wise Ones from the Bo tribe of the Caddo to tell us these things. But what the Perakee CAN
do is explain WHAT they are. Then, perhaps, we can start taking steps to balance them before they get totally out of control......
again.
The Red energies of Man are the core of everything that is rotten in Man.
The Red energies of Man are the core of everything that is good in Man.
No, there are not three and a half 'good' Red energies and three and a half 'bad' Red energies. And, no, there
is not a positive and negative side to each of the seven Red energies.
The exact same impulse that made Jesus sacrifice himself in an effort to create a better world, also made
Adolf Hitler slay 6 million Jews in an effort to create a better world..... Each looked around and saw unhappiness and bitterness
in the world, identified what they thought was causing it, and dedicated their lives to eradicating it. Neither succeeded.
But because Jesus blamed the chaos on the internal problems of mankind and Hitler blamed the problems on the Jews, one is
loved and the other is hated. Each did what they thought was right and good for mankind.
No person on earth feels that he himself is evil or bad, and would be offended if you called him such; indeed,
he could logically and rationally justify himself for calling YOU evil for calling HIM evil! Each person views certain
things to be for the betterment of Man and each person views certain things to be for the detriment of Man. Each struggles
to support the things he considers good. And each person struggles against what he considers bad. Each acts according to his
own nature and bent. If his views agree with yours, you consider him a 'good' person. If his views disagree with yours, then
you consider him to be an 'evil' person.
The Perakee understood this particular facet of human behavior, and called it, as it might be in English,
the God Consciousness, or perhaps Christ Consciousness, of Man. It is the same thing that many of us would call Free Will.
My grandpa felt that the most inspired verse in the bible was: The sons of God mated with the daughters of
men.
The story that he gave my brother and me to explain what he was talking about ran something like this:
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The Great Spirit came into being. No one knows how or when or why. He lived all alone for untold aeons. There
was nothing in his world. No happiness, no joy, no color, nothing. And he grew bored.
And so he created the heavens. He was very pleased. He now had something to do. He now had light and color
in his world. For untold aeons he watched the stars and planets and moons go round and round and round. And then he grew
bored.
And so he created the Earth. He loved colors, so he made blue seas, green forests, brown and purple mountains,
orange and yellow butterflies, red and white flowers. And he loved motion, so he created all manner of animals to frolick
the Earth and he made the wind to blow the trees and grass and seas. He spent untold aeons creating new life forms, until
all the earth and oceans and skies were filled up. He especially enjoyed watching the babies. So when he ran out of room
to puts new things, he created disease and death. That way there would always be enough life force to make new babies.
But then he finally got bored with that. So he talked to the Earth and said: "I need something to cheer me
up. I need a new life form that will never be boring, always changing. I love everything I have done, but it is so orderly.
Year after year it is always the same. I need humor. But I have run out of ideas."
And so the Earth, wanting to please the Great spirit, thought and thought and thought, trying to think of
something that would bring humor into the Great Spirit's life. He wrestled with the idea of humor for many years, trying to
figure out exactly what it is. Finally he came to understand that humor is the element of surprise, never being able to know
ahead of time what will happen, thinking one had it all figured out, and then something totally unexpected happening. "Hmm.....,"
thought the Earth, "how do I create such a thing? Do I make it a plant? No, plants move too slow. I will create a new animal.
But how do I infuse it with humor?"
And then an idea came to the Earth. At first, it was too outlandish an idea to even be seriouly contemplated.
But the more he thought about it, the funnier it seemed. And so, since he wanted it to be a surprise, he waited til the Great
Spirit was on the other side of the universe to make his new creation..... giggling the whole time, nervously anticipating
the look on the Great Spirit's face when he saw what the Earth had done.
The Earth took the highest form of life on earth at that time, a monkey, who was pregnant, but before the
baby had come to life. He waited until the mother was distracted, when the baby was totally unprotected, and then he shot
an arrow of Earth Energy from the deepest Well into the baby. This Well was from where the Earth itself drew Its own Water.
And so when the baby was born, it was half monkey and half god.......
And when the Great Spirit returned to the Earth, he looked at the hairless baby, and then he said to the Earth:
"Oh, my. What have you done??"
The Earth was giggling hysterically, trying very hard not to laugh. Between fits of mirth, he said: "I made
you a new animal, one that will bring humor into your life! It has the body of an animal, and the mind of a god. It will have
the ablity to see things, but he will lack the power to do anything about it! He will know things, but he will lack the ability
to explain it! He will always feel that he can change the perfect world that you created and make it better! He will forever
chase after his own folly!"
"How did you do this??" asked the Great Spirit.
The Earth, still giggling uncontrolably, said: "I infused an animal with the Red Energies.......and now each
one will think it is a god!"
And so the Great Spirit sat back and watched these new animals called Man, never knowing what they would
do next, and laughed his ass off as they did the silliest, most unexpected things, constantly doing the wrong thing over and
over, never learning from their mistakes.
And now the Great Spirit has humor in His life.
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The Earth, of course, is the most prevailing force in our lives. If it were to suddenly disappear, we
would die. All life as we know it would instantly disintegrate. The Earth is our home. It gives us life. It sustains us. Our
continued existance, without a doubt, is totally dependent upon Its whims. The Earth energies are our physical bodies, without
which nothing else would make sense.
If the Sun were to suddenly disappear, we would probably die. Maybe not right away. The Earth would hold its
heat for a while, at least. But I am sure we would sooner or later freeze. We would eventually run out of breathable
air because, as I understand it, plants use sunlight to create oxygen through a process called photosynthesis. But it is remotely
possible that science and technology could create and manufacture some type of suit or dome that would keep at least some
of us alive as the temperatures plummeted, and that could artificially create oxygen for us to breathe. And of course we have
been eating plastics for years already.
But what if the Moon suddenly disappeared? What if it one day said, "I am tired of this crap!" and then just
wandered off in search of another planet to orbit for a few aeons? Well, I don't think life on Earth would die out. Of course
a few religionists would use the excuse to pour gasoline on themselves and set themselves on fire while screaming, "The end
is near!" And our lives would be severely disrupted for a few generations til we got used to not having the subtle pull of
the Moon. Plant and animal behavior would change as well, but I am sure they could adapt. Large bodies of water would have
to find new ways to amuse themselves. Guys would have to come up with new pickup lines: "Hay! If the moon was still here,
this would be a Full Moon, a perfect night for making love!" Lunatics would probably be confused for awhile: "Alright
guys! Are going to act crazy tonight or what??" Wolves would have to find another excuse to howl, babies would be born willynilly,
poets would have to find another word that rhymes with 'tune', and I guess werewolves would starve to death. And in a few
generations experts would argue over whether there ever WAS a Moon or not.
But the biggest change that we would probably notice is in the area of human behavior. It is in this vein
that the Perakee called the Red energies the 'Moon Qualities of Man'.
Whether or not we feel a particular emotion at any given time is in no way life threatening, nor is it life
sustaining...... but the resultant behavior certainly is! What possible difference could it make if little Susie wants to
wear mismatched socks to school? You will not die if you go grocery shopping butt naked in the summertime. You will not live
a minute longer if you buy a snazzy sports car that sits lower to the ground, with dual glove compartments, twice pipes, and
orange and purple tuck-and-roll leather interior. If your wife wants to go have a wild sexual romp with that hunk down the
street for a couple hours, why, EXACTLY, should you care, as long as she is back in time to fix dinner? And, you know, your
crops will not fail if 16 flaming faggots crawl into a Volkswagen and pull a daisy chain on your front lawn. And most of us
figure out that masturbation does NOT cause blindness. ("Hey, Mom, can I just do it until I need glasses??")
(I am not advocating anything here, guys. I am just trying to make a point.)
My grandpa told me: "90 percent of all energy available to humans is wasted as a direct result of the Moon
qualities. Most women spend more money on cosmetics than they do on food for their children. The money spent on swimwear alone
would feed most countries in the world. It is precisely this type of thinking that has caused the imbalance of the world of
Man. When a man cares more about the length of his penis than he does about whole families starving to death, something is
terribly, terribly wrong....."
Fully fifty percent of the body of knowledge known as Perakee deals with the Moon qualities of Man, which
arise from the Red energies.
The Energies are neutral in themselves, like electricity or gasoline. When you run energy through different
substances, it transforms into different qualities, and each of these different qualities has varying by-products,
which can be used for different functions. For example, if you run electricity through a light bulb, it changes into the quality
of Light. A by-product of Light is Color. A Function of Color is the ablity to distinguish objects.
(Hmm...... you're starting to sound a little wacko, dude!)
OK, let's start over. There are an untold number of energies in the Universe. Some of those energies, probably
a tiny number of the total number available, are used by the Earth to maintain and sustain Itself. The Earth uses a certain
portion of Its available energy to sustain Life on the earth. A certain portion of that energy is used by Man.
There may be millions of energies used by Man in various ways, but the Perakee only identified 23 of them
for teaching purposes. The energies used by Man to uphold his physical body were called the Earth Energies, or the Black Energies.
No one knows how many we actually use to sustain us. The energies used to bring us to life and keep us alive were called the
Life Force, or White Energies. Again, no one knows exactly how many energies it takes to us to 'be alive'.
Between Earth Energy, which could be called Inanimate Object, and Life Force, which could be called Pure Energy,
there are 21 shades of energy used by Man to be what we are. The seven Yellow energies have more Earth Energy than Life Force.
The seven Blue energies are about half Earth Energy and half Life Force. And the seven Red energies are more Life Force, and
have very little Earth Energy.
The Perakee say this is why Man has such a hard time understanding the Red energies. We can see, taste, feel,
hear, and smell solid objects. Therefore, we can more readily understand the Yellow energies, and to a large degree understand
the Blue energies. Since we can understand them better, they are more functional to us. We have learned to use them to great
advantage.
But the Red energies are a whole 'nother ball of wax.
Mahakah are Perceivers. Since they cannot feel, taste, smell, hear, or see the Red energies, they simply do
not exist to Mahakah. And that causes them to be totally at the mercy of their emotions. When a person does not
understand emotion, he does not know where emotion comes from, he does not know why he feels a particular emotion, and
therefore he has no choice but to refuse to take responsibilty for his emotions. He justifies his emotion by blaming
other people or circumstances for his emotions. And other Mahakah, just as ignorant about emotion, nod their heads wisely
and agree that it is not his fault that he is feeling that emotion.
People born with Simian lines, according to my grandpa, are fully capable of understanding the Red energies.
It is precisely this ability that sets us apart from all others. It does not make us better or wiser or anything else. Mahakah
have abilities that we don't. Neither is better or worse. They help keep us grounded. We help them understand that there is
more to Life than what is on the surface.
Like light passing through a prism, Life Force separates into Its myriad qualities as it passes through man.
The by-products of the Red spectrum of energy are emotions. As you learn constructive uses for these Qualities, they become
fully functional in your life. And you will no longer be swayed by the by-products, Emotions, like a leaf at the mercy of
the winds.
I am going to give a list of words that I use to name the Lunar Qualities of Man. My grandpa never gave me
such a list, and I may be doing a grave disservice. I think maybe the reason the Perakee used colors to name the energies
is because colors remain the same through the ages, and are probably consistant throughout the lands of the Earth. The words
I use may not make a bit of sense when translated into your own particular vernacular. I therefore strongly encourage you
to make your own list. My list is for instructional purposes only, and may change as I grow.
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I call the Moon Qualities of the Red energies of Man: Domination, Dominion, Battle, Drive, Propriety, Order,
and Imagination.
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Domination is the Quality of Man that causes him to feel he must be in control of his surroundings at all
times.
Dominion is the quality that causes Man to feel he is unique, in control of himself at all times, that
he will live forever, if not in the physical body, then in the Happy Hunting Grounds, Valhala, Reincarnation, Heaven, etc.
Even Hell, for getting stuck in the ass with a pitchfork every time he bends over for eternity is preferable
to simply going POOF!
Battle is the quality that causes Man to feel he must be at odds with someone or something at all times, always
in conflict, even if it is imaginary. If there is no direct antagonist in front of him at the moment, he invents one: non-smokers think
smokers stink, the wealthy feel contempt for the poor, Brutus hates Popeye, etc.
Drive is the quality that causes Man to feel he must strive toward accomplishing something at all times, he
must be DOING, even if that Doing appears to be nothing. "I work hard, I play hard, and I sit down hard!"
Propriety is the quality that causes Man to feel that his insights are the correct ones, that he is always
right and blameless, and that all others are wrong. If an act gives a man an endorphine rush, he simply cannot understand
why the same act might make another man sick at his stomach, and vice versa. "If I ain't up to it, I'm agin it!"
Order is the quality that causes Man to at all times feel that he knows everything, and forces him to seek
agreement from others, or validation. "That's the way God made it, and you can't argue with that!"
Imagination is the quality of Man to be able to see what is not there: what could be and what was; his memories,
his dreams, his aspirations, his fears; and, perhaps his greatest function of all, his creativity.
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All these qualities could be called attributes of the Supreme Being, whatever you conceive It to be: All knowing,
All-wise, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnificent, Blameless, and All-moving.
Each of us as Human feels these things within ourselves. It has caused some problems. But we have had some
fun a long the way, too. In many ways we have come a long way. In many ways we have not come far at all. And, I think, people
will look back at us some day and think, "Boy, were those guys primitive!"
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ENDORPHINE RUSH
"Men go to war because men like to go to war."--- General George Patton
It feels good to win, whether it is a game of solitaire or the game of life. And it leaves you
feeling rotten when you lose. Everyone loves a winner, everyone hates a loser. "Winners never quit, quitters never win."
Multiply the feeling you have from a successful sexual encounter about a million times and you
will have some idea what it feels like to walk away from mortal combat. I know. I have been there.
I have talked to a lot of combat soldiers, and they all say the same things. They may talk about
how rotten war is when in the company of men who have never experienced war. But in their hearts they know, and if they trust
you enough they will tell you, it is the 'ultimate high' to be able to walk away from an enemy lying dead at your feet......
There is a popular song recorded by the Everly brothers called THE OLD HIPPY. It is about a guy
who was drafted and sent to Vietnam after high school. There is an intriguing line in the song that everyone seems to
understand, but only a combat experienced soldier can fully appreciate: "Behind each wave of tragedy I waited for the joy."
Ask someone who has been mugged what it feels like. Ask someone who has been burglarized while
their family is being held at gunpoint what it feels like. Ask a woman who has been raped what it feels like. Ask someone
who has had a child killed by a drunk driver what it feels like.
Then ask a woman who successfully warded off her attacker what it feels like. Ask someone who
pulled a gun and killed an intruder and saved his family from whatever could have happened what it feels like. Ask someone
who returned home from a war while many of his enemies lay buried what it feels like.
Mortal combat comes in many forms.
Every time you start your car, you are entering mortal combat. Each time you start a journey,
you know full well, like a soldier going off to war, you may never return home alive. Each time you lie down to sleep, there
is no guarantee you will ever wake up. Each time you say goodbye to a friend or loved one, a part of you knows that you
may never see them again.
There is no accomplishment without movement. Each time you act, you are declaring your Dominance!
Even if you just move your hand to scratch your ear, you are forcing at least a part of the universe to bend to your
Will. Your hand moving toward your ear will disrupt molecules of air in the path. But, in your eyes, those molecules are so
far beneath your contempt that you do not even acknowledge their presence, much less care about their rights. You invade their
privacy, brush them aside, simply because you can, caring absolutely nothing about their feelings. "Hey! We're trying
to take a nap here!!"
Forcing your way through the world around you while caring absolutely nothing about the rights
of others, even if they are so far beneath you that you can't even acknowledge that they have rights, is like someone driving
a tank through your house. They have exhibited their Dominance over you, in exactly the same way that you exhibit your Dominance
over those you feel are lesser than you.
Even by something as simple as eating a meal. You may not have actually killed the cow or fish
or turnip greens yourself, but by buying them from the local market, you are condoning killing. You exhibit your Dominance
over the life forms you consider necessary for your survival.
I am not saying anything is right or wrong here, guys. I am only saying that that is the way things
are. Only by understanding Dominance in your life will you be able to bring it into balance. We have no choice but to exhibit
our Dominance over certain life forms in order to live, unless we all of a sudden start eating plastic. And even then
we would be exhibiting Dominance over plastic molecules.
The Perakee say that there is something within us that makes us feel good when we successfully
engage the world around us. Scientists have identified this thing and call it Endorphines. When we Achieve, or reach a desired
end to our machinations, our brains are flooded with this substance, I guess you would call it an enzyme. The greater the
achievement, the greater the flood of Endorphines.
Therefore, you could say that men live in pursuit of the Endorphine Rush!
Because of our different natures and bent, different achievements produce the Endorphine Rush
in different humans. Being a man, I can only speculate, but I feel that childbirth may be one of the achievements that causes
the greatest Endorphine Rush for women. I know I will never forget the feelings I had when looking upon each of my children
and grandchildren for the very first time, and I was only a bystander to the birthing process.
"Men go to war because men like to go to war......."
Nagging wives and screaming children have done more to fill military recruiting quotas than all
the UNCLE SAM WANTS YOU! posters in the world! Like water flowing downhill, men move from boredom toward anything that promises
excitement. They would rather chance dying in a foreign land than face being bored out of their skulls for the rest of their
life. "There MUST be something more to life than this!"
Some men, and I guess some women too, feel the greatest Rush from making love to a new partner
for the first time, and so flit from conquest to conquest. It seems that the more mundane an act becomes, the fewer Endorphines
are released into the brain.
Almost all men and women equate this Endorphine Rush with Love. "When someone makes me feel this
good, it MUST be love!" But as the relationship dulls into a steady pattern, the Rush ceases. We just don't feel as good about
the relationship as we did at first. And so we 'fall out of love', and go insearch of another human to give us 'that old feeling
again'.
Too many people feel this deadening, not only in relationships, but in Life in general. A friend
of mine, who is about 90 years old, once told me that he hadn't had sex in years. When I asked him, "Why?", he said, "Well,
I remember how, I just don't remember what for!" Later he told me that if someone offered him sex or a bucket, he would take
the bucket.... "At least I could put something into the bucket!"
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DOMINION
As my grandpa explained it, a major part of the second stage of Man, between the ages of
5 and 17, is learning how to live within the framework of his society. The rules for each society differ. We each are born
into a particular Herd due to circumstances beyond our control. We are born into a rich family or a poor family, a Western
Society or an Eastern, a modernized country or a Third World country, a White family or Black family or Indian family or an
Oriental family. And there is absolutely nothing we can do to change the circumstances of our birth.
The proper function of the quality of Man I choose to call Dominion is to accept who and what
we are.
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