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First Musings on Grace. Amera Ziganii Rao
Metaphysical Philosophy. Prophet Shamanism. Clair Cognisance. Applied Self Actualisation Techniques. Power Healing. Studies in Human Rights. Studies in Female Human Rights. Studies in Love. Studies in Sex. Studies in Business. Studies in Life. Studies in Self & Studies in Spirit. Studies in The Art of Spirit & The Spirit of Art. Studies in Spiritual Power. Studies in Spiritual Rights. Studies in War. Studies in Eve. Studies in All That is She & Studies in All That is He, & Why He Cannot Love She. Studies in Why No One Loves She and All That Is She. Studies in The New World. Beyond The Revolution. Ego To Soul. Ascension. The Hierophant Business™. Amera Ziganii Rao Alchemy & Liberation™
Grace/ No Direction Home. Amera Ziganii Rao
No direction home and nowhere to run. Actually, it is all just ugly. My first philosophical question as the young, unconscious child with 'sight', is finally answered. It is all ugly. The idea of earth is to merge the dark and the light. Both aspects of God, The Mother, The Universe. The protagonist and the antagonist. The all.
We are therefore meant to be all fighting, in misery, poor and rich, executioner and vulnerable and all the rest of the ugly dynamics that exist.
It turns out, existence itself is ugly. And perhaps, everywhere. Perhaps, but most certainly on this planet. It is apparently the privilege of doing it all, so we can become creators of ourselves through thick and thin. This is how it is meant to be. Ugly.
The idea is to do your prison time, cleanse soul, strip soul, move from First Existence™ to Second Existence™ and then do more time. To create, so you can live in more than the different box sized spaces you have lived in all your life. Because you didn't want to be a whore/wife. Because the dark was never supposed to love - certainly not in time for the exhaustion - and you were always supposed to build alone after loving alone and after helping alone and after doing 'The Little Mermaid' alone, and to get over the earth created love dependency, the slavery of all that is female kind, you had to believe in the dream and then you were supposed to fight for your human rights and then you were supposed to shift gear into the alpha male and...basically, it's all ugly.
Bootcamp for the soul. The truth of enlightenment. Why it is all deeply existentialist after all. Just do it. We are all alone. We just need bootcamp fates and fathers, real and substitute, and mothers, real and substitute, and anyone, especially bullies, to kick us on our way. That's The Universe's idea of growth through unconditional love. Ugly.
The good news is this. We do finally get it right. As the individual, tortured on the 'special journey'. The individual, born into their nemesis life. The life of atonement, cleansing, purifying, healing, giving, returning, and so on. Almost banal by now.
And finally, if one remains alive, remains beautiful enough not to be eaten up with pure celestial rage, we never ever have to come back to this shithole ever again. Dracula's redemption, whatever archetype. Same ugliness, same journey, same rage. But if we get it right, we don't have to come back. That is motivation. Ugly.
From top to bottom, bottom to top, existence is ugly. I searched for 48 years for something of beauty. I never found it. I, however, am and became. And I got rid of all the human ugliness. Both in myself and in the delicious partners in crime I had to meet in this life. The trolls of my life. I got rid of all that. It turns out that only redemption can get rid of celestial ugliness. And there is a vast difference between becoming enlightened, truly enlightened, through shifting dimensions and expelling 'the mortal husk' in a shamanic movement, and redemption. Redemption is something else. Happiness of any kind is something else entirely.
There you go. The Greek 'myth' of Sisyphus indeed. The permanent being sent back to the bottom of the mountain. I just read that myth and am not even going to include it here, it's so awful and for totally different reasons to my journey or any like it. The idea however is the same. Training for redemption. Repetition. Succeeding, layer by layer by layer by layer by layer. The wonderful path of Ascension. And it is. As long as one finally accepts the truth. It is all just ugly. The aim is to stay alive, and build that tunnel. Grace is a choice. Building isn't. Ugly. Grace is just perspective on the truth. It's what we do with the ugliness that counts. The art of life. The life of art.
Creation. Love. Alchemy. And maybe, finally, liberation.
Dead or alive, it will come. I find the truth strangely empowering. There is nothing more de-motivating than illusion. The idealism about the parental figure is as much about the Divine as it is about humans. And it's all crap. We do or we don't. The rest is hard slog.
The invisible world is most certainly there to help in ways that cannot even be yet described. But make no bones about it. The Wachowski Brothers' Matrix Trilogy is no exaggeration and most certainly not science fiction. The spiritual demand is to lose everything. Everything. And that means finally accepting that beauty is ugly. Because beauty is existence and existence is ugly.
This, I fear is the journey I am to talk of. For those of us 'fortunate' enough to have to make it. The Shaman, The ‘Lightworkers’ who are being woken up, the Sacred Whore High Priestess and Priest Avatar Monarchs. All of us.
We can only reflect our own experiences. And I have as yet to see any beauty on earth. At least I tried. Oh, I tried.
The rest is art. Art is all there is. Art and nature. And of course, alpha male. The only thing allowed in a healing woman. The new bootcamp (new specific tortures not even worth mentioning) journey of work, after the other hundred. The one you've waited to do your whole conscious life, just not in the circumstances one is being asked to do it in, and blah, blah, blah. Suffering actually gets boring. I was wrong. I am bored.
Bored, burnt out of course, and stunned.
Ugly. The slavery to freedom bootcamp. God, The Mother, The Universe's idea of fun. It was always described to me as fun. I made the mistake of believing it. And now I am stuck. Stuck, until I can get out. He and She turned out to be the same. And I loved them so. Bootcamp for the soul = earth.
Ugly. Very creatively fulfilling. Emotionally agonising. Physically tortuous. I have an intensely painful, bone healing, bone re-positioning disability to handle every day, even though I have long got used to that level of suffering. Sickness isolating. Intellectually lonely. Materially treacherous.
Spiritually, it is the same flavour of betrayal as one’s nearest and dearest on earth. The polite way of saying cruelty and fascism and isolation. The special prophet shaman journey. To see the representation of the world and the Universe in one.
Cinderella to The Universe, Cinderella to the world. There are no coincidences.
The meek may be here to inherit the earth. But any system that can create such agony as has defeated so many great souls, from van Gogh to Marilyn Monroe to Virginia Wolf, the tiniest percentage I am sure, of those who do not make it, any system that can create that level of agony – of course, I have no words. My rage has never been about why there is no help. My rage has been about why the fuck it all began in the first place. A mindlessly mad system of experience they call earth. So much cruelty and pain for such little progress. No. It’s just not right.
I’ve heard theory of the demiurge. An evil god in charge of earth. My question is this. What created that ‘evil god?’. Existence. That is my arena. I don’t give a fuck anymore, what level of evil is being meted out on earth. It is all the dark and the light, whether it is Ike Turner or the reptilian invaders, that David Icke and so many researchers and historians are constantly suppressed from making establishment news. It doesn’t matter. It is the very existence that created that type of being, that I have a problem with. Nothing is outside God. The Love Intelligence is also The Hate Intelligence. It is all the same thing.
I tried to see beauty and I couldn’t. I also, was not meant to. It was not my purpose. Existence is just ugly.
She even took away the sun. And then, so did he.
My life is complete.
Still, this side of redemption.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
That’s it. I am born. We are born. The miracle of life is upon us. The Holy Grail of requited and fulfilled love. The true love of unadulterated and unhesitating love. The Twin Souls that we are on earth as well as it is in heaven.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2008
The Ascension life is a life of purgatory. The essence of religious concepts do apply. Purgatory is soul stripping. Cleansing the soul. Mine began at 2. Still going. Compassion is only grown through suffering. The purgatory is because we all get polluted by this planet, High Priestess or Priest, or mortal. We all have to shed our cruelties and our darknesses and our rage and our contempts and our selfishnesses.
It’s called purgatory. The suffering life. The life of turning it all around. The magician’s test. Alchemy. In other words, there is only one life on earth worth living, and that’s the last one. The holiday where it all comes together fast. And where compassion, grace and wisdom are at your fingertips from the beginning. The purgatory life is the penultimate. And the worst.
The life that comes after one’s own lifetimes for sure, of being an arsehole, like everyone else. Whatever flavour, we all become arseholes, because earth life is the carnage IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE. We mete out our own percentage of the shit and then comes the penultimate life. The laundry. There is always balance. The darkest life before the dawn. The life of Ascension. And knowing does help.
Suffering can only be alleviated by understanding it. That is Hierophant. That is The Lost Knowledge™. It is however, only knowledge. There can be no comfort. We have all done our time, explored the dark, lost ourselves and have to make the return. The rage is that this is how this was meant to be. The rage is that the dark, the draconian, the discipline, the cruelty, the hardship, is of The UNIVERSE. God, The Mother, The Womb of Creation, The Highest Love Intelligence. The Godhead. The Source. The rage is that it’s everywhere. The rage is at the sheer ugliness of it all. The rage is at existence at all. Compassion is transcending that. This is what they call enlightenment. What they speak of with such grace. Holiday lives. Good for them. They’ve clearly deserved it.
I say it like it is. The choice. Heathcliffe or Nelson Mandela. At least, the attempt at grace. Compassion. Spiritual resignation. Being broken. Surrender. Satisfied to the brim with the thrill of satisfaction in one’s Spiritual and emotional work and growth. Knowing that Divinity is as ugly as a vampire, in the same way it can be as beautiful as the purest light. It is all part of the whole. That’s why evil exists. Fascism is as celestial as it is terrestrial. One is the lowest form of intelligence and the other is the highest. There is just a different negotiation. But it’s still fascism. Because suffering and being tortured are the only ways to become compassion, profundity, grace and art. To become love.
The higher the Love Intelligence - as a vibrational concept - the higher the compassion, the higher the grace. These are the people who ‘do’. They’ve done their time. The rest of us, High Priestess or Priest or mortal, Executioners or Vulnerables, we are all being stripped. We have not done our time. We have to stay behind. Soul or ego, we have to stay behind. Our time has not come. We do not get to the promised land. We don’t get there yet, because we don’t deserve it. Because we have even now, not proven ourselves.
Crucifixion is not something that happened once. Crucifixion is a way of life. And we all have either done it, are doing it or will be doing it. It is the way and the laws of the Universe are non-negotiable. The rules are more rigid than the British Civil Service. It is the way. And that is all there is. Creation. Cleansing. Suffering. Ugliness. Pain. Prison. With no harvest of the soul, until it comes.
That is the life of purgatory. The Lost Knowledge™, in all its forms teaches us how to enter it, endure it and survive it. The era of Ascension is this. We all get to be stripped. We all get to return. We all get to suffer. And we waited 12000 years for that. To find out what we are, to find out what we are not, to create what we are, to create what we are not. Fuckery. Grace. Redemption. The life of Ascension.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Life is a job. Divinity the Draconian boss who pats us on the head every so often. The so called mix of the agony and the ecstasy. No one said the percentage was so ridiculous. But then it’s all ridiculous. Fate and destiny. The laws of The Universe. To languish in emptiness, in hell, however hard one works. However well one works. For our own good. Because life is a job and earth a bootcamp for growth. This is the so called ‘vale of soul making’ (John Keats). A simple, relentless, merciless bootcamp.
Accept that and we submit to the prison of existence. And make sure we find a life and create any earth that we want to actually get up for, let alone, stand up for. That’s it. The beginning and the end. A job in an ugly place, with no parole.
No wonder we all try to reject God in all our ways, in all the ways that exist. No wonder we try to pretend Divinity doesn’t even exist. Such is our rage of abandonment. Our rage of being thrown into the bootcamp from hell, in hell. For the privilege of becoming creators. Masters of our own destiny.
To a High Priestess or High Priest, this means much more. We are the ones who viscerally feel the rage of being vehicles. That is all we are. We have to put the effort of all the armies of the world into the work. But we know we have no human rights whatsoever, with Divinity. With Divinity. We have to fight forever, for our human rights on earth, and bloody well should do so, and all the time, we have no fucking human rights where it matters most. This is the truth of fate and destiny. Of ‘making a marguerita out of the lemons’ (I paraphrase Christopher Howard).
A relentless and finally, quite banal, job. The raw terror is replaced by the ‘redemption’ of courage. For sure. And then what? Nothing. More prison, more bootcamp and more darkness. And in that is supposed to be grace. Whatever.
Enlightenment. THE slap in the face. THE crucifixion. Yes, one is forsaken. One was forsaken at birth. The family and life dynamic we are born into is just a reflection of our current relationship with Divinity. Same thing. That’s why no one bothers to grow. This is our central apathy, because we all know deep down there is nothing but the same, wherever you go. Unless redemption can finally be achieved.
Sure. The new executive washroom to aim for. Whatever. The job has to be done. Drive matches destiny.
Compassion comes at a price. Truth.
Slavery to freedom. For slavery. Earth can be nothing else. Not terrestrially. That can be changed. Celestially, it can’t. Until it can. Wisdom is to know that. To shut up, accept the rules and get on with the job. Again.
The light of The Universe is relentless in its demands. We are born slaves, off earth as well as on earth. Wisdom is to know that it is our job to know the difference. The two slaveries. Which plantation to submit to and which one to burn down. The meaning of life and the meaning of existence. Bootcamp. Joyless bootcamp forever. Until it is not. Whether it is the following lifetime or this one. Or indeed, ten down the line.
And of course, the more intense the purification, the more intense the growth, the more intense the pain and joylessness. The arena for humans is emotion. Emotion is the only arena to work on. All our intelligence and grace and rage and pain comes from there. And as with anything, ‘it always gets worse before it gets better’. There is no wild illogic to Divinity’s plan, anymore than any other. The darkest lives before the dawn. The lives of purgatory. How many there have been, are reflected in one’s fatigue. And indeed, hopelessness.
Hopelessness, alongside belligerent knowing. What the normal world calls intuition. What the normal world also calls obsession. Absolutely. What the intelligence world, the world of achievement, calls drive. Totally.
‘Wise souls’ have been at it for a fuck of a long time. We have somewhere to get to and we know that this time, that fucking finishing line will be reached. The rest is The Lost Knowledge™. So one can finally retire from the normal world, commit to the years of dark and just finally, get on with it, and therefore be able to ‘take responsibility’ for who one is.
Bootcamp for High Priestess is a nightmare because of the lack of knowledge, let alone the rage of emotional resistance itself. The inevitable arena of war forever. In oneself, let alone the demons outside oneself. The normal world. The Matrix. Because we are the ones who have to heal first and therefore interpret for the others. And that is earth slavery and earth Draconian agenda. Divinity’s answer to that is support and love to fight that, but alongside that, the unique specific celestial Draconian agenda. Bootcamp until the job is done.
In the thirteenth hour of my journey, the conditions of my journey have only become more restrictive, more tortuous and more belligerent. But drive matches destiny. What I have is myself and my art. And that took 48 years of fighting to be able to have the right and the emotional strength to do it despite nothing but direct, demon attacks on my being to prevent me from doing anything other than looking pretty or being a companion to demon kings and queens. What prevented me of course, alongside that, was that I didn’t want bootcamp.
No direction home and no way out. Face that and we finally face the truth of existence and therefore the truth of enlightenment. Not some graceful, happy, redemptive light. Just the truth. Bootcamp again, forever. Until the thing called redemption. Until something. Anything.
No wonder we deny Her. She denies us. The Return to The Source means that. And we are lost, alone and weak, until we commit to the disciplines. The years and the lifetimes of the dark. The cleansing dark, after the dark we meted out ourselves or received in so many horrendous and extraordinarily cruel and ugly ways. It’s all dark. Just different flavours and we have do all of them. All of them, all the way, to the top.
No wonder religion gives us the hocus pocus of the afterlife. Don’t do any work in this life, just ‘be good’ and you’ll get to heaven. I understand. Good luck with that. I wish I could believe something so puerile and safe. Illusion is a bittersweet necessity. And once you leave it – Actor Paul Newman described it as being too aware and he hated it – highly sensitive is what it is called too, the ability to see – you can’t go back. And that is probably why we all try to remain stupid. Which is why The Lost Knowledge™ got lost.
Evil is not just about the existence of evil, as any historical horror of fascism has shown. As any present horror of fascism shows. Evil is about the fact that evil CAN exist. It CAN exist, because it is a part of the whole. The DIVINE whole. Part of the tools for growth. Yes, our job is to keep honing, destroying, curbing, purifying and educating and shaping it. In ourselves and most certainly in others. Evil, the darkness in us, the resignation, the hurt, the woundings of earth. The carnage we have lived through. And that we still, emotionally, remember. The devastation is that it exists and it will always exist and IT IS SUPPOSED TO EXIST. Evil, the dark. Apparently, that's the game.
Hence the High Priestess or Priest’s love and understanding of the human slaver. The seduction by human manipulation matches the manipulation of the Divine. And so it goes on. What is not human ugliness is Divine ugliness and what is not Divine ugliness is human ugliness.
We are the artists of the Divine as well as of our own art. We are the artists of the human race in our lives, as well as the artists of the Divine as well as the artists of our own dark and light. What is always called in us ‘the problem with authority’. I’ll say. And no fucking wonder. That is OUR job. To watch you. To watch authority and rage about what is so wrong and keep taking it from you. To keep balancing power. By integrating it into ourselves. We struggle because of our beautiful malleable gift. The gift of Shaman, artist and human lovely. To say we are vulnerable, would be an understatement. Celestially as well as terrestrially. Because we listen to all the yous, the You and the you. And you are all bullshit.
No matter. Bootcamp is my new metaphor for life and it’s finally ‘working’. Bootcamp and ugly. War makes me strong. War makes everyone strong. War, as warrior. War as anything else, makes us weak. Because hate makes us weak. Love is war as a warrior. Terrestrially AND celestially. That is our responsibility.
And that means fighting or working with authority. Submitting to the bootcamp of existence. To make us great. There is, in other words, no freedom. Not for the damned. And anyone who is not in their final life, in the post redemptive glory of beauty at long last, in the post redemptive glory of their own beauty too – all the greats are deeply humane and selflessly give and serve in ways that the rest of us struggle with to embarrassing levels – is damned.
Earth is therefore 99 percent bootcamp and 1 percent beauty. A job just like any other.
Until we deserve anything else. No wonder the whole aim of art is to disappear. No wonder the love dependencies that plague this world and that plagued me for so long. And who knows how many lifetimes before this? We all just want to disappear. Craft is knowing how to disappear well. Craft takes work. Craft takes The Lost Knowledge™. Craft takes love. That is grace. The truth of grace.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Yes, You have forsaken me. Oh, this is who You are. No wonder. No wonder no one wants to believe in You. You forsake by the very nature of what You are. And You call that love. And it is. Oh. So You have not forsaken me. This is who You are. I should write that on the walls of my prison. Life is just a job. We are to be forsaken. Tortured, isolated, punished, bootcamped and honed. To accept that is grace. Got it. This is who You are. This is what it was all for. Slavery to freedom. For nothing. NO. I do not have grace, will never have grace and never want it. That is not grace. That is fascism. Fascism for good instead of fascism for bad. No wonder.
No wonder You unleashed the evil wizards on this planet then. They represent You too. They are Your fascism. Your turgidity, Your non feeling, Your Draconian silence of linear industry. You as Dominant. They are to master that whole dynamic of You and I am to master slavery. To You. Because we are the wizards of love. So Your idea of creation on earth is that the evil wizards unleash their darkness and the love wizards have to purify it with light. Through war. The methods of negotiation and care, being war too. And most certainly the battle for self determination. Inside and out. Warrior war. Got it.
Grace. You can shove it. Life is a job. With no retirement. That, I most definitely get. And now, frankly, it is more banal than anything else I have ever experienced. Even though that normally hides levels of terror I can’t even feel yet. Such is the way. However, You know what I mean. Slavery to freedom. For nothing.
Oh, still do it. Anyone who is sharing my words. It’s much better sitting in courage and the devastation of truth, than terror and the devastation of the terror of facing the truth. Those, before redemption, are the only two choices. Choose love. That is all there is. The next war is against fate. That is the ‘thirteenth angel’ nightmare of all our dreams, that John Milton’s Paradise Lost explores so phenomenally. It’s also of course the nightmare of all religious dreams, but I don’t do religion anymore. I can sympathise. Much more universally, and constructively, and spiritually, it is also the final scene in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. The mystic fable of our time. Negotiating for redemption against a judgmental and hard line Universe, testing you to all the levels you can go to, to prove the case for love. For one’s redemption. To prove one’s alchemical skills. To pass the examination. For life.
That’s what religion calls Judgement Day. It is the end of the Heroic Journey to Higher Truth. On earth, in life. It is the test for redemption. For the harvest of one’s life. Religion is hocus pocus fairy tale nonsense. The truth is much more blissful. It’s on earth. Alive. And it’s not ‘Judgement Day’. It’s the excrement tunnel at the end of Frank Darapont’s and Stephen King’s The Shawshank Redemption. That is existentialism. Build the tunnel and get into that next tunnel of shit, before you are free. If it’s ‘blessed’ you get out. That is redemption.
Prayer is self purification. Action is the existentialist gene of hard work. ‘God helps those who help themselves’. We are on our own. The help is all the massive help there is from the celestial guardians and the terrestrial guardians, as Jimmy Cliff said so beautifully. The help is of God, The Mother, The Universe. Of course. The human spirit, whatever we want to call it. That thing that is so fucking rare. That’s the point. Earth IS hell, for those of us who are not redeemed. Inside and out. We are not healed, we are not at peace and we are not happy in any single, fucking way. And we work and work and work and work and work and work, and get nowhere. The Greek myth of Sisyphus is the most accurate metaphor for life. Permanently being thrown to the bottom of the mountain. Different mountains sure, but the range is ridiculous. Life is ridiculous. The spirituality of religion is The Lost Knowledge™. Ditch the rest. It’s worthless.
For High Priestess or Priest, it is the ultimate frontline. The one it was all for. Maybe for all. The evil wizards (our equals in the other archetype) seem always to have choice. That is not the same journey. For us, we have no choice, either from inside or outside circumstances. We are PLACED in prisons. Secondly, we cannot not be in prison, because we can NOT not feel Spirit. We struggle with THAT malleability first and foremost.
The only thing in suffering, is to be able to understand it. That’s my job. And my only pleasure.
Redemption. The final argument. The final battle. The final crucifixion.
Easy. One is already dead.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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Film Plot; Slavery to Redemption. The Hero's/Heroine's Journey. Ben Hur. Eleven Academy Awards
Ben Hur. One of the many epic stories that fired me up for a life of making the journey from slavery to freedom. Inside and out. Ben Hur. Certainly the journey for the Sacred Whore High Priestess or Priest archetype. For all that is Eve. All that is lost. All that is back. All that is us. The ultimate human story of good versus evil. And good having to purify it's own rage, to ascend to god. The irony of course is that this is a very traditional religious supernatural non responsibility tale in a way. Shaman's path is responsible. Shaman's path is to forgive earth. To forgive existence. 'To forgive those who trespass against us' and to forgive Divinity itself. Our path has been the longest and the hardest and continues to be and will be for Millennia. All that is Eve. We need to heal.
I approach this film and all heroic stories in this way. Heroism is female. Heroism is the disenfranchised. Heroism is the downtrodden. Heroism is the ones who no one else gives a shit about. Heroism is The Meek. Heroism is slavery to freedom. We are the world of slaves.
These stories are ours, and indeed anyone else's. Anyone who relates. Everybody. Everybody who can be saved from the soulless tribe. From the other. This is however the story of slavery. All that is she and all that is She.
Our purification out of our rage. Our rage at existence on this cruel and harsh planet of the dark. So we can finally contribute the extraordinary power of our light. Because it is extraordinary. We are the wounded furnaces of humane love. We are the vehicles of the wisdom. The umbrellas of the human race. The angel vibration. We are the light. We need to heal.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Film Plot; Slavery to Redemption. The Hero's/Heroine's Journey. Ben Hur. Eleven Academy Awards
Ben-Hur is a 1959 American epic historical drama film set in ancient Rome, directed by William Wyler and starring Charlton Heston, Stephen Boyd, Jack Hawkins, Hugh Griffith and Haya Harareet. It won a record 11 Academy Awards, including Best Picture, an accomplishment that was not equaled until Titanic in 1997 and then again by The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King in 2003.
A remake of the 1925 silent film with the same name, Ben-Hur was adapted from Lew Wallace's 1880 novel Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ. The screenplay is credited to Karl Tunberg but includes contributions from Maxwell Anderson, S. N. Behrman, Gore Vidal, and Christopher Fry. The film was the most expensive ever made at the time, and its sets were the largest yet built for a film. The picture contains a nine-minute chariot race which has become one of cinema's most famous sequences. The score composed by Miklós Rózsa was highly influential on cinema for more than 15 years, and is the longest ever composed for a film.
In AD 26, Judah Ben-Hur (Charlton Heston) is a wealthy prince and merchant in Jerusalem. His childhood friend, the Roman citizen Messala (Stephen Boyd), is now a tribune. After several years away from Jerusalem, Messala returns as the new commander of the Roman garrison. Messala believes in the glory of Rome and its imperial power, while Ben-Hur is devoted to his faith and the freedom of the Jewish people. Messala asks Ben-Hur for the names of Jews who criticize the Romans. Ben-Hur refuses, angering Messala.
Ben-Hur lives with his mother, Miriam (Martha Scott), and sister, Tirzah (Cathy O'Donnell). Their loyal slave Simonides (Sam Jaffe) is preparing for an arranged marriage for his daughter, Esther (Haya Harareet). Ben-Hur gives Esther her freedom as a wedding present, and the audience is shown that Ben-Hur and Esther are in love even though her marriage to another man is imminent.
During the parade for the new governor of Judea, Valerius Gratus, a tile falls from the roof of Ben-Hur's house. Gratus is thrown from his horse and nearly killed. Although Messala knows this was an accident, he condemns Ben-Hur to the galleys and imprisons Miriam and Tirzah. By punishing a known friend and prominent citizen, he hopes to intimidate the Jewish populace. Ben-Hur swears to take revenge. Dying of thirst when his slave gang arrives at Nazareth, Ben-Hur collapses. A local carpenter (who the audience realizes is Jesus) gives him water.
After three years as a galley slave, Ben-Hur is assigned to the flagship of the Roman Consul Quintus Arrius (Jack Hawkins), who has been charged with destroying a fleet of Macedonian pirates. Arrius admires Ben-Hur's self-discipline and offers to train him as a gladiator or charioteer. Ben-Hur declines the offer, declaring that God will aid him in his quest for vengeance.
The Roman fleet encounters the Macedonians. Arrius orders all the rowers except Ben-Hur to be chained to their benches. Arrius' galley is rammed and sunk, but Ben-Hur unchains the other rowers, and saves Arrius' life. Arrius believes the battle ended in defeat, but Ben-Hur prevents him from committing suicide. Ben-Hur and Arrius are rescued, and Arrius is credited with the Roman fleet's victory. The consul successfully petitions Emperor Tiberius (George Relph) to free Ben-Hur, and adopts him as his son. Several years pass off-screen. Now wealthy, Ben-Hur learns Roman ways and becomes a champion charioteer, but longs for his family and homeland.
Ben-Hur returns to Judea. Along the way, he meets Balthasar (Finlay Currie) and an Arab sheik, Ilderim (Hugh Griffith). The sheik has heard of Ben-Hur's prowess as a charioteer, and asks him to drive his quadriga in a race before the new Judean governor Pontius Pilate (Frank Thring). Ben-Hur declines, even after he learns that champion charioteer Messala will also compete.
Ben-Hur returns to his home in Jerusalem. He meets Esther, and learns her arranged marriage did not occur and that she is still in love with him. He visits Messala and demands his mother and sister's freedom. The Romans discover that Miriam and Tirzah contracted leprosy in prison, and expel them from the city. The women beg Esther to conceal their condition from Ben-Hur, so she tells him that his mother and sister died. It is then that he changes his mind and decides to seek vengeance on Messala by competing against him in the chariot race.
During the chariot race, Messala drives a chariot with blades on the hubs to tear apart competing vehicles. In the violent and grueling race, Messala attempts to destroy Ben-Hur's chariot but destroys his own instead. Messala is mortally injured, while Ben-Hur wins the race. Before dying, Messala tells Ben-Hur that "the race is not over" and that he can find his family "in the Valley of the Lepers, if you can recognize them." Ben-Hur visits the nearby leper colony, where (hidden from their view) he sees his mother and sister.
Esther hears Jesus preach the Sermon on the Mount, and tells Ben-Hur about the message of peace and forgiveness she heard. Blaming Roman rule for his family's fate, Ben-Hur rejects his patrimony and Roman citizenship. Learning that Tirzah is dying, Ben-Hur and Esther take her and Miriam to see Jesus, but the trial of Jesus before Pontius Pilate has begun. Jesus begins his march to Calvary and stumbles before Ben-Hur. Recognizing Jesus from their earlier meeting, Ben-Hur attempts to give him water but guards separate them.
Ben-Hur witnesses the crucifixion of Jesus. Miriam and Tirzah are miraculously healed. Ben-Hur tells Esther that he heard Jesus talk of forgiveness while on the cross, and says "I felt His voice take the sword out of my hand." His hatred finally relinquished, he is emotionally reunited with his mother and sister in the film's final moments.
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...You have the spirit to fight back, but the good sense to control it. Your eyes are full of hate. 41. That’s good. Hate keeps a man (woman) alive. It gives him (her) strength. Now listen to me, all of you. You are all condemned men (women). We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well. And live.....
...I don’t believe in miracles....
William Wyler’s/Lew Wallace’s Ben Hur
It's not what they do to you, it's what you do with what they do to you that counts. Jean Paul Sartre. The Existentialist Philosopher
There is no justice. There is only existence. Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
On Samuel Beckett
"Most people most of the time want to live for ever. But there is another truth; the longing for oblivion. With pain, wit, and humour, the art of Samuel Beckett variously embodies this truth, this ancient enduring belief that it is better to be dead than alive, best of all never to have been born. Beckett is the supreme writer of an age which has created new possibilities and impossibilities even in the matter of death and its definition, an age of transplants and life-support.
But how does a writer give life to dismay at life itself, to the not-simply-unwelcome encroachments of death? After all, it is for the life, the vitality, of their language that we value writers. As a young man, Beckett himself praised Joyce's words. `They are alive.'
Beckett became himself as a writer when he realized in his very words a principle of death. In cliches, which are dead but won't lie down. In a dead language and its memento mori. In words which mean their own opposites, cleaving and cleaving. In the self-stultifying or suicidal turn, dubbed the Irish bull. In what Beckett called a syntax of weakness.
This book explores the relation between deep convictions about life or death and the incarnations which these take in the exact turns of a great writer - the realizations of an Irishman who wrote in English and in French, two languages with different apprehensions of life and of death."
Amazon Review on Beckett's Dying Words by Christopher Ricks
When I met him, I was working avidly on self determination. The hefty task with the legacy of chattel slavery. He was always working on power and how to share it, despite himself. The legacy of misogyny and fascism. Then came the love.
Now the journey is over. Part one. Now, we are back to the same journey. Temporarily or forever. Who knows and that is not, sadly the point. The point is growth. The relentless force of creation. God. God, The Mother, The Universe. The machine of creation.
Back to the same journey. The rite of passage after enlightenment. Back to the beginning. For me, self determination, and for him, learning how to share power. The dynamic of earth. The dynamic it seems, of existence. And of course, alone. Creation is alone. Only redemption is the team. Any team.
The purgatory life. Pure suffering and joyless training. Training, but training for good. The rest takes belligerent humility. And of course, submitting to be celestially and terrestrially fucked over so you cannot even breathe. And beginning again. As was meant to be. Strengthened, broken completely and utterly and in final acceptance of the cruelty of the wholeness of love.
We release the hunter in ourselves, when we have been hunted beyond reason. Violated by fate. Raped by fate. That is fate. That is also human. That is the antagonistic force. The one we crave for, for all lifetimes. Such is the irony of all things. We want it. We get it. We need it. We get it.
And then, of course, like all mythic stories, we have to go back to the beginning and lose. And then prove ourselves. Might be done in a hundred. I'll let you know.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
For the meek to inherit the earth, the meek have to understand that we ARE the meek. From a place of no power, therefore, comes power. A deep, spiritual power. Alongside a deep, pragmatic power. Warrior power. Not the fascist equivalent. The rest is facing the devastation of failure, because it was never meant to succeed.
We chase their power because it’s the only one on offer. We think it’s care. It’s not. The other is The Lost Knowledge™. That is excruciating itself to find and implement and BECOME. Then comes the truth that it still makes you weak and meek. That was only the spiritual and creative power. In business terms though, it is ‘entering art school’ or having the original product for the market you want to be in. There are many perceptions of the same. The dynamic on earth however remains. Outsiders, the meek, those who are disadvantaged and those who are weak. The vulnerables in all our guises. Let alone, the recovery from the history on this planet. In just one half lifetime.
And really, all it means is this. There is no positive discrimination on earth for us. Modern times demand no care, no help and no indulgence. Life for the evolving warrior is hard, cold and lonely. But pretty every so often, and then consistently improving, slowly and modestly and humbly. The meek do not have power. We are supposed to be the meek. We are supposed to find the other power. The greatest power, off earth. The one that the others it seems cannot see at all. Our purpose is to find that power, train in that power, prove ourselves in that power, and then return to the meek, to become the powerful in the physical realm equivalent.
Like I say, maybe a hundred years. So what. Nothing else to do anyway. Might as well bid for redemption. Why the fuck not. It’s good to know what I am after all. Just a shepherd again. I don’t have to DO anything. I just have to shut up and carry out my orders. Why the fuck not. The cruelty of existence. Accept it and fly. Fly with the shackles that do not leave us until they are meant to.
We all have purpose. And we are all meant to suffer. Suffering brings compassion. And we are all a filthy hearted people. High Priestess or Priest or mortal. As we were SUPPOSED to be. The cruel wheel of life. We need to suffer. We need to suffer, to finally, forgive.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
What destroys a man (woman) more quickly than to work, think and feel without inner necessity, without any deep personal desire, without pleasure? Friedrich Nietzsche
When the power of love overpowers the love of power, the world will know peace. -- Jimi Hendrix
When the love of power overpowers the power of love and the love of love, the Sacred Whore High Priestess or Priest will know peace. Earth is not Elysium. Earth is business. The love, one will be allowed at death. Because death is Elysium. Death is utopia. Death is love. The rest is work.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
The art can be the only thing that matters. The art is the only thing that has ever mattered. The art is the only thing that has ever been allowed to matter. Enlightenment is about acceptance. That means crucifixion. And resurrection. The Gnostic truth. Everyone is meant to do it. Everyone will.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel. U2
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AMERA ZIGANII RAO. A PROFILE
AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™
The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™
The Return To The Source. Ascension.
SOCIAL REFORM. THE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND LOVE. SHAMANISM. PHILOSOPHY. TRUE (UNIVERSAL) LOVE. NEO FEMINISM™. ANTI MISOGYNY. THE ARTIST'S WAY. WIZARDRY. TRUE INTELLECTUALISM™. WISDOM. GONZO SPIRITUALITY. NIHILISM. SEX. SOUL. GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE™. SPIRITUAL EXISTENTIALISM™. THE VOID OF CREATION™. ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™. HELL. SUFFERING. GROWTH. ASCENSION. LOVE. LIFE. DEATH. WARLORDS OF LIGHT™
Writer. Philosopher. Esoteric Mystic. Clair Cognisant. Seer. Hierophant. Enlightener. Inspirer. Visionary. Artist. Creative; Human Rights. Self Actualization. Liberation. Feminization. Masculinisation. Equalization. Spiritualization. Sexualisation. The Merging of Spirituality and Sexuality (again at last). Self Responsibility. Self Empowerment. Healing. Humanity. Imagination. Intelligence. Compassion. Passion. Revolution. War. Power. The Wisdom Society. The Warrior Society. Success. Strength. Happiness. Love.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.
This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.
This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.
This is a programme of healing for the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, to take them and particularly, her, from monstrous levels of low self esteem and lack of self knowledge, back to herself and it is a programme for all those who truly want to love her, and indeed, him. This is a programme for the greatest carers on Earth, who are vilified, destroyed, ridiculed, ignored, abused, used, misused and hated for being everything that those who would steal from us are not. This is a programme to turn Cinderellas into The Sacred Whore High Priestesses and for anyone who wants to love her or live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And this is a programme to turn sensitive men into Sacred Whore High Priests™ and for anyone who wants to love him and live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and High Priest Society. Love, humanity, Spirit and sex. This is a programme to reverse 8000+ years of witch burning, women hating and healer ridicule. This is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and all those who would love her and live by her values.
This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.
This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.
My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.
My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth. Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.
My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living. I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live. We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived. But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years. The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life. The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love. They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth. The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you. I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done. Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift. You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and lives in London.
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In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.
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