On The Mysterious Sower

• One of the many things that Misterious Sower doesn't do is trying to invoke the impression that He is holier than you. Mysterious Sower does just what He does: sows. Mysterous Sower knows great books, among other things, and He knows that the English Grammar is true instrument of the devil. He knows what the word holy means, and he is quite aware that the form holier is impossible, although allowed by the devilish trick of the English Grammar. That is why people who build themselves on reading material that reaches no further than Konsalik, for example, cannot see through this devilish subtlety and sometimes furnish ample proofs that this is the case. That is why this Work suggests to read great literature, for then the devil (devil v.t. power of ignorance, also ignorance of power) will be powerless. People who read great literature are not lured to believe that you can check the meaning of, say, hunger, in the dictionary. People who read great literature do not seek for the meaning of, say, pain, in the dictionary. They do not say that they do know what is death, or God, or something.
• Now some seed falls on the barren, wicked, dry, stony ground. Such seed is lost. But some seed falls on good ground. Such seed brings fruit, disproportional amount of fruit, thirty times, sixty times more than in the beginning, and sometimes hundred times more.
• Do you see the depth of this all? See why people who try to appear smart cannot bring fruit. See why people in the Work don't fall into the trap of saying, I am mad at you, or, we are mad at each other, but are brought together by studying and giving attention to the same thing, even to what is mysteriously called the system.
• What the system says is no great secret, no big deal. What the system aims at nobody can tell you. Do you want to know, and to be, and to do? Don't even answer these questions! Never ask them, either. They are one of the many tricks of devil who wants to disable the seeds, not stopping before, as I find to my utter amazement, holy language given to us to foster building of our thinking, and reason, and everything that can make us human. The Mysterious Sower sows. But I, W.H., am busy here with another post only for one reason: this is very wonderful, and I cannot quite keep my mouth shut. I learned something what things of the system are, what are the names of the seeds, where do they fall, about the fruit and so on. I don't want to sound mysteriously, but I'm certainly not to must to give it all to the English Grammar, where only beast and perdition can snatch them outta hearts of men.
• There are masters of truth (on somewhat different levels of actual skillfulness, which makes their conferencing the more interesting), then beings who could be called masters of wisdom, but the master of them all is the great Lord of Mercy. Of course, there are also few teachers, some experienced fighters, seeking a worthy opponent, prophets, and so on and so on, but the greatest among them is the Man of God. - just words, understand - awkward words, not to be taken for something more that they are (and they are very little). Thinking that you "got it" can destroy it all before it starts - but if you actually have it, I think that in the kingdom you are "allowed" to also to think that you have it. Therefore, he who says that the Work comes to kill you, just plain lies, that's all, but he who says that that you are not in danger of being killed because of taking it up with the Work lies just as well. But in many cases not even suspecting it; why, people know everything, even what is hunger and pain - also when they don't - and that there is no God - and that there is no perfection - and that book reading is ideal form of relaxation on vacation (perhaps for the part of the population that is not so unjustly obliged to work like them), in short, everything. In the moment, though, that their field of vision is entered by something (or someone) they don't understand (nor wish to understand), then there is that something/body surely boasting, and assuming too much of himself, and is probably some sort of over-masterbating Mr. Holierthanyou. Therefore, what would you expect of people? I, W.H. would expect knowledge/understanding of certain things from people #4, #5... only, if I may (who knows if I may bespeak so much of myself, unwieldly disclosing personal information?! maybe this is sin! I must be careful!!!!) When Melville writes about "nameless perils of whaling", I'd say he doesn't get it from the terrible experience where once little fishy bitty his fingy while at the same time a mosquito! violently gives him second conscious schock under his left knee, whereby he almost loses balance on the shaky ship. [For if such happened he wouldn't live to write it in a book but woud have been perished irretrievably on the spot, that is, at the geographical location that approximately corresponds with the spatial domain that his planetary body would had been happened to occupie at that fatal moment. Compare also [17,18,19] on planetary positions.]