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Noah and God
from an Ego Viewpoint.
And the Lord spoke to Noah and said, "In six months I am going
to make it rain until the whole Earth is covered with water and all of
the evil people are destroyed, but I want to save a few good people and
two of every kind of living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build
me an ark." And in a flash of lightning, he delivered the specifications
for the ark. "Are you sure," Noah said, confused and weak from the thought
of the work indicated by the blueprints.
Six months later it starts to rain. Thundered the Lord, "You
had better have my ark completed or learn to swim for a very long time."
And six months passed. The skies begin to cloud up. Rain began to fall.
The Lord saw that Noah was sitting in the front yard relaxing with a beer,
an attractive woman, and with a large group of friends around the barbecue.
There was a car, boat, and camper in the driveway, but no ark.
"Noah," shouted the Lord, "Where is my ark?" A lightning bolt
crashed to the ground next to Noah. "Lord, please forgive me," begged Noah.
"Has the time really gone so quickly?. First, my boss insisted that I work
overtime. A lot of the extra time, I was too tired to call Beaver Lumber.
Then my car wasn't working very well and I knew you would want me to drive
in something decent, so I spent $30,000 on the new car. That didn't leave
me anything for supplies so I had to wait awhile. By the time I was starting
to get a few dollars aside, the price of lumber began to go up. So I thought
you would want me to wait and buy when the price began coming down again.
So, I have been watching the papers ever since.
I have had so much trouble with the fire department regulators
as well. Three of my neighbors on the street created fire hazards and now
I can't light the forge without a special permit. You see, Harry, down
at the end of the block there, decided to burn his trash on his back lawn.
The grass was so dry that day that when he came back home, his bonfire
had spread out of control and been picked up by Your wind. It near burned
3 houses down, left acrid smoke over the neighborhood for 4 days and made
the children sick, and 2 firemen were injured trying to put the blaze out.
Well, you know how it is.
Last winter, Joanne, down at he other end of the block, got too
cold one night. She built up the fire in her fireplace as big as she could
and left the vents open so it would burn as fast as it could. Then she
snuggled into bed and went to sleep. Well, of course, You know. The fire
got so out-of-control that it set her chimney on fire and the sparks billowing
out into the air drifted over and set her neighbor's garage on fire. Well,
no one knew until the gasoline the neighbor was storing to save money when
the gas went up on the weekends, blew up. It sure was a mess.
And then last month, Mr. Hendy, next door, was having trouble
lighting his barbecue. It seems he never had one before. He was trying
to start the charcoal with a match, and, of course it wouldn't take. So
he used his propane torch to get the brickets to smoke. But he thought
he should have flames and he didn't see any, so he poured lighter fluid
on it. Well, did he get a quick haircut. Of course his family was a little
anxious as to whether he might go blind. The papers got the story an, like
the other two incidents, there were headlines galore. Then we got all these
regulations, which is stupid. No one is going to follow them anyway. But
now, it makes it hard to work on the ark.
"My neighbors objected, claiming I was violating zoning by building
the ark in my front yard. You see, we got into all this zoning stuff when
Mabel decided to paint her house pale violet and pea green. It made everyone
sick just to look at it. And my neighbor started complaining about the
number of old cars that I had in the back yard. Well, you know, I have
the first car I got. I thought I would save some money and fix it up after
I got drunk 4 years ago and ran it into a tree. I was really going to get
to it. I didn't know that the oil was leaking out of it and running into
my neighbor's garden.
And my son bought that old rusty classic so he could learn how
to do bodywork and have a cheap car to run. Well, he did get at it a couple
of times. But, You know how it is. He says he always needs more tools and
it is just more fun to be down at the bar with his friends or over watching
the baseball game. And you know there are some really good shows on the
TV these days. And you know, that old truck that I bought that is sitting
back there. It will be great for going back and forth to the cottage a
few times each year. If I can just get the axle fixed.
"I know you said I could do all the work myself, but do You know
how much those timbers weigh? And when I took delivery of the first few,
the fellow from Smarts Marine came by and said I could save time, effort,
and aggravation if I just used the money you allowed me to make to buy
that new 4-seater speedboat. Well yes, it isn't quite as big as You wanted,
but I was going to make a float to pull behind it. You say the open top
won't help much with the 20 foot waves. I guess I didn't hear about those.
Oh, you did tell me.
But now I must admit, when I said to my neighbors that I was
going to start another project, they practically ran down to city hall
to protest. I don't know why. I always buy them a bottle for Christmas.
And I try to keep the bongo playing not too loud after 4:00 AM. They really
shouldn't have got into a snit when we went on holidays last summer for
6 weeks and forgot about having the grass cut. Well. so it went to seed
a bit and the weeds got a little out of control. What did they expect when
we are away? After all, farmer Dave's cow wandered into yard and had a
good feed. We had to complain to city hall after that. It is no fun trying
to cut 30 inch high grass and keep slipping on cow pies, dung, that is.
No, I didn't swear. I only swear on weekdays.
I couldn't tell them that Your Highness had directed me to build
this whopping big boat. I tried. You should have seen the looks. My family
threatened to put me in the hospital if I didn't get back on track. And,
I kept missing bowling practice while learning how to read the blueprints.
You know, the team members don't like that kind of behavior.
You know, I think you made your point, the water is getting a little
high now and it has been rising a few inches every hour just now. Do
you think you could give us a little more time. I know You were always
available if I had any questions. But I just couldn't find enough time
to speak to you. I know you are busy. So I didn't want to disturb you.
Yes, I know you are true to Your Word. But don't you think you could just
change the universe around a little this time. I'll try harder next time.
I'm really sorry about this, glug, glug.
John R. Sennett
(as Guided)
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COMMENT
IF you understand the relevancy of the above metaphor, then you are capable of choice and free thought and have a potential or reality of a spiritual perspective. You understand that it is a reference to how one of our Identity Factors (Ego, SuperEgo, or Personal Spirit) will tend to perceive the reality.
The parable/metaphor, often common in verbal histories which formed the basis of hunting and gathering (and herding), tribal (hunting, fishing, agrarian), and early town cultures ... expressed the SPIRIT of the reality through word pictures freely understood by the shared experiences of the communicating group. Later outsiders to these groups, lacking in the shared experiences and seeking to place magical and powerful value on the words, without regard to the meaning, would demonstrate their insecurities by eliminating the colors and relevancy of the SPIRITUAL Truths and reducing them to their own versions of Black and White.
No one ever said anyone was forced to believe whatever was written by anyone. We all have choice and God gave us the emotions and intellect to turn that choice into wisdom by virtue of our own experiences, honesty, openness, and, scepticism clarified by asking humbly for Spiritual Guidance from God as a confirmation for meaning.
IF you have arrived at this page with an Authoritarian attitude or imprinting, then you are justifiably angry and annoyed. The content here calls your belief in the MAGIC of Words and the Reverence for HUMAN Authority into question. These are your gods, confirmed by your reactions. Leave, and go back to the safety of your IDOLS. They are not disputed here. IF you must worship them, that IS your choice.
IF you have arrived at this page with a New Age attitude or imprinting, then you may simply, and incorrectly, perceive this parable as a friendly, child-like, idealistic, and uncommited acceptance of all styles of expression within humanity as somehow spiritual. It is not.
IF it is a parable of the Ego perspective, it is a description of how we like to perceive reality when we are self-centered, immature, and lacking in empathy or compassion.
IF it is a parable of the SuperEgo perspective, it is a description of how humanity is often encouraged by self-centered human institutions to divert one's personal authority to that of self-appointed humans and treat them as gods.
IF it is a parable of the Spiritual perspective, it is a description of how anyone with a true Reverence for God, can perceive the interaction of a human representative with a God who is loving enough to always be available to provide direction, yet, always assertive enough to allow us the choice to proudly make out own mistakes by denying the direction God would have us take for optimum contentment.
As you have found your way here, you must decide for yourself what the significance of the page is for you.
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