Richard Bach
or the adventures of the Messiah, who did not want to be the Messiah
After Jonathan Livingston The Seagull was published, I was asked more than once: "Richard, what are you going to write next? After Jonathan, what?"
I replied then that there was no need for me to write further, not a single word, and that my books had already said everything I wanted to say with them. At one time, I had to starve, and sell my car, and so on, so it was quite amusing that I no longer had to sit at work until midnight.
However, almost every summer I set off on my venerable biplane to sail over the emerald seas of meadows in the American Midwest, rolled passengers and began to feel the same tension again - there was still something that I did not have time to say.
I don't like writing books at all. If I can only turn my back on some idea, leave it there, in the darkness, beyond the threshold, then I will not even pick up the pen.
But from time to time, the front wall suddenly collapses with a crash, showering everything around with a waterfall of glass spray and brick chips, and someone, stepping over this garbage, grabs my throat and gently says: "I will not let you go until you express me in words and you won't write them down. " This is how I got to know "Illusions".
Even there, in the Midwest, when I used to lie on my back and learn to disperse the clouds, this story was constantly spinning in my head ... but what if suddenly someone appeared here who would really be a master of this business, who could tell me how my world works and how to manage it? What if I suddenly met someone who had gone so far along the way ... what if a new Siddhartha or Jesus appeared in our time, wielding power over the illusions of this world, because he knows the reality behind them? What if I could meet him, if he flew on a biplane and landed in the same meadow as me? What would he say, what would he be?
Perhaps he would not have looked like the messiah who appeared on the pages of my logbook, smeared with engine oil and grass stains, perhaps he would not have said anything that was said in this book. However, my messiah said: we attract into our life what we think, and, if all this is so, then there is some reason that this moment has come in my life, and in yours too. It is probably not accidental that you are holding this book now; there is probably something in these adventures that you came across this book for. I think so. And I think that my messiah sits somewhere in another dimension, not at all fantastic, he sees you and me and laughs rather because everything is happening exactly as we planned it in advance.
Richard Bach
1. And the Messiah came to this land, and he was born in the sacred land of Indiana, and he grew up among the mysterious hills east of Fort Wayne.
2. The Messiah got acquainted with this world in a regular school in Indiana, and then, when he grew up, became an auto mechanic.
3. But the Messiah had other knowledge, and he received it in other lands, in other schools, in other lives that he lived. He remembered them, and this memory made him wise and strong, and others saw his strength and came to him for advice.
4. The Messiah believed that he was able to help himself and all mankind, and it was according to his faith, and others saw his power and came to him so that he would deliver them from their troubles and countless diseases.
5. The Messiah believed that everyone should consider himself the son of God, and it was according to his faith, and the workshops and garages where he worked were overflowing with those who were looking for his teachings and his touch, and the streets nearby - with those who only longed to his shadow accidentally fell on them and changed their lives.
6. And it so happened that because of these crowds, the workshop owners asked the Messiah to leave his job and go his own way, for he was always so closely surrounded by the crowd that neither he nor other mechanics simply had nowhere to do car repairs.
7. And he went into the open field, and the people who followed him began to call him the Messiah and the wonder-worker; and it was according to their faith.
8. And if there was a storm, while he spoke, not a drop fell on the heads of those listening to him; and in the midst of thunder and lightning raging in heaven, the one who stood farthest from him heard his words as clearly and clearly as the one who stood closest to him. And he always spoke to them in the language of parables.
9. And he said to them: "Each of us contains our readiness to accept health or illness, wealth or poverty, freedom or slavery. And only we ourselves, and no one else, can control this great power."
10. Then a certain miller spoke, and he said: "It is easy to say to you, Messiah, for from above no one shows us the true way, as you do, and you do not have to earn bread in the sweat of your brow, as we do. In this world, so that to live - a person must work. "
11. And the Messiah answered him: "Once upon a time there was a village at the bottom of one large crystal river, and certain creatures lived in it."
12. "The river silently flowed over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good and bad, flowed its own way and knew only about its own crystal" I ".
13. And all these creatures, each in their own way, clung to the stones and thin stems of plants growing at the bottom of the river, for the ability to cling was the basis of their life, and they learned to resist the flow of the river from birth.
14. But one creature finally said: "I am tired of clinging. And although I do not see it with my own eyes, I believe that the current knows where it is headed. Now I will release the stone, and let it carry me with it. Otherwise, I will die. boredom".
15. Other creatures laughed and said: "Fool! Just let go of your stone, and your adorable current will turn you over and slap you against the stones, so that you will die faster from this than from boredom!"
16. But he did not obey them and, taking in more air, unclenched his hands, and at the same moment the current turned him over and hit the stones.
17. However, the creature still did not cling to anything, and then the stream lifted it high above the bottom, and it no longer hit the stones.
18. And the creatures who lived down the river, for whom he was a stranger, cried out: "Look, a miracle! He is just like us, but he flies! Look, the Messiah has come to save us!"
19. And then the one carried by the current said: "I am the same Messiah as you. The river will gladly free us and lift us up if we only dare to unhook ourselves from the stones. Our true destiny is this journey, this brave travel ".
20. But they only shouted louder: "Savior!", Still clinging to the stones, and when they looked up again, he was no longer there, and they were left alone and began to compose legends about the Savior. "
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Foreword
The last time I saw the Messiah's Pocket Book was the day I threw it away.
I used it the way Donald taught me in Illusions: ask a question in my mind, close my eyes, open a book at random, choose the right or left page, open my eyes, read the answer.
For a long time it worked flawlessly: fear drowned in a smile, doubts fled away from an unexpected bright insight. I was invariably touched and entertained by everything that these pages reported.
And on that black day, I once again trustingly opened the Guide. “Why my friend Donald Shimoda, who really had something to say and whose lessons we needed so much, why, why did he have to die such a meaningless death?”
I open my eyes and read the answer:
Everything in this book can be a mistake.
I remember it as a flash of darkness - a sudden rage that swept over me. I turn to the Reference Book for help - and this is the answer ?!
I launched the book with such force over the nameless field that its pages began to rustle in fright, shuddering and turning. She glided gently into the tall grass - I didn't even look that way.
Soon I flew away and never again was in that field, lost somewhere in Iowa. The Heartless Directory, the source of unnecessary pain, is gone.
Twenty years have passed, and now a parcel with a book and an attached letter comes to me by mail - through the publisher:
Dear Richard Bach, I found it while plowing my father's soybean field. In the fourth part of the field, we usually only grow grass for hay, and my father told me how you once landed there with a guy whom the locals later killed, thinking that he was a sorcerer. Subsequently, this place was plowed up, and the book was covered with earth. Although the field has been plowed and harrowed many times, no one has somehow noticed it. Despite everything, she hardly suffered. And I thought that this is your property, and if you are still alive, it should belong to you.
There is no return address. The pages retained my fingerprints, stained in the engine oil of old Fleet, and when I opened the book in a fan, a handful of dust and a few dried blades of grass fell out of it.
No anger. I sat over the book for a long time, surrendering to the memories.
Everything in this book can be a mistake. Of course it can. But it may not be. A mistake or not a mistake is not a book that decides. Only I can say that it is not a mistake for me. The responsibility is on me.
With a strange feeling, I slowly turned the pages. Has the very book that I once thrown into the grass returned to me? Has it been lying all this time motionless, covered with earth, OR has it changed and eventually became something that the future reader needs to see?
And so, closing my eyes, I once again took the book in my hands and asked:
- Dear strange mysterious volume, why did you come back to me?
I went through the pages for a while and then opened my eyes and read:
All people, all events in your life arise because you called them there.
What you will do with them is up to you.
I smiled and decided. This time, instead of throwing the book into the trash, I decided to keep it with me. And I also decided not to put it in the bag and not hide it away, but to give the reader the opportunity to open and leaf through it all at any convenient time. And listen to the whispers of her wisdom.
Some of the ideas found in this handbook I have expressed in other books. You will find here the words you read in Illusions, The only one, Seagull Jonathan Livingston, Beyond reason and in Ferret Chronicle... The life of the writer, as well as of the reader, is made up of fictions and facts, from what almost happened, half was remembered, once dreamed ... The smallest grain of our being is a story that someone else can check.
Yet fiction and reality are true friends; the only means of conveying some truths is the language of a fairy tale.
For example, Donald Shimoda, my unyielding Messiah, is a very real person. Although, as far as I know, he never had a mortal body or voice that anyone other than me could hear. And the Weasel Stormi is also real and flies in her miniature vehicle in the worst storm, because she believes in her mission. And the Ferret Harley in the night darkness throws himself into the depths of the sea, because he saves his friend. All these heroes are real - and they give life to me.
Enough explanation. But before you take this guide home, check it out now to make sure it works.
Ask a question in your mind, please. Now close your eyes, open the book at random and select the left or right page ...
Richard Bach
–
The clouds are not afraid
fall into the sea
because they
(a) cannot fall; and (b) cannot drown.
However, no one
does not bother them
believe what's wrong with them
this can happen.
And they may be afraid
as much as they want, if they want.
The happiest,
the luckiest people
one day
thought about suicide.
And they rejected him.
Your most
harsh reality -
it's just a dream
and your most
fantastic dreams -
reality.
Every thing
is exactly what
what it is
for some reason.
The crumb on your table
this is not a mystical reminder
about morning cookies;
she lies there because
what is your choice -
do not remove it.
There are no exceptions.
Do not think that the one
who fell on you
from another dimension,
in anything
wiser than you.
Or will he do something better
than you could.
Is man ethereal or mortal
one thing is important in people:
what do they know.
Everyone comes here
with toolbox
and a set
project documentation
to build
Your own future.
That's just
not everyone remembers
where did he put it all.
Life doesn't tell you anything, it shows you everything.
You learned something like that
that someone somewhere
need to remember.
How will you communicate your knowledge to them?
Embrace your fears
let them do it
the worst -
and compartments them when they
try to take advantage of this.
If you don't -
they will start cloning themselves,
like mushrooms
surround you from all sides
and close the road to that life
which you want to choose.
Every turn that you fear
only emptiness
who pretends
irresistible hell.
Over and over you
will you meet
new theology,
and check it every time:
- If I want to,
for this belief to enter my life?
If God
looked at you
right in the eyes
and said:
- I command that you
was happy in this world,
as long as he is alive.
What would you do?
This is called "taking on faith";
when you agree with the rules
before you consider them,
or when you take action
because they are expected of you.
If you are not careful
it will happen thousands and thousands of times
in the continuation of your whole life.
What if everything
these are your inner levels -
actually your friends
who know immeasurably more
what do you know?
What if your teachers
are here right now?
And than talk incessantly,
aren't you better
- for a change -
listen?
Life doesn't require you to be
consistent, cruel, patient,
attentive, angry, rational,
thoughtless, loving, impetuous,
receptive, nervous, caring,
callous, tolerant, wasteful,
"Life does not tell you anything, it shows everything"
Richard Bach, "The Messiah's Pocket Guide"
The book lost in Illusions.
So, there is a book in front of you. And this book is not ordinary ... This is "The Pocket Guide of the Messiah" by Richard Bach, or rather, its online version.
Ask a question in your mind. Now close your eyes, open the book at random, open your eyes and read the answer ... This can work flawlessly: fear will drown in a smile, doubts will scatter away from unexpected bright insight. But ... ... Everything in this book can be a mistake. Of course it can. But it may not be. A mistake or not a mistake is not a book that decides. Only you can say that it is not a mistake for you. The responsibility is on you.
On-line divination process: Mentally ask a question that concerns you and click on the book
The last time I saw the Messiah's Pocket Book was the day I threw it away. I used it the way Donald taught me in Illusions: ask a question in my mind, close my eyes, open a book at random, choose the right or left page, open my eyes, read the answer. ... ...
For a long time it worked flawlessly: fear drowned in a smile, doubts fled away from an unexpected bright insight. I was invariably touched and entertained by everything that these pages reported. And on that black day, I once again trustingly opened the Guide.
