Of Hero Collecting

Bear with me - I have no quip with which to blast out at you that can exude both the simple intent and the profound necessity of what I envision here. I know what I have to say could be important.  Maybe just on par with the event horizon.  Regardless - you are certainly all ready to accept this - if you have ventured this far - you are intrigued I hope - but first I must prep you. Tease you, work you up a little.

If it would make you feel better about the world around you - you can dismiss this as some beginning to a poorly written plot of an independent work of fiction.  Nat's grand novel in its infancy.  In(s)ane ramblings... of a nutcaseJ

I assure you it will be poorly written - but it is not altogether fiction. It is real mythos - wrapped in the modernity of technology -

Right here, Sir - I would like to initiate the great search for the next Hero of our planet

I cry the cry of ancients! Hands upheld to the vastness "Oh God Beyond ~ Send us one of your own ~ send us a HERO"

and the verwhelming answer I feel inside... that I have glimpsed the birth of this hero

simply put ::::::: All of You All of Us:::::::
___________________________________________________-
Our modern mythos may contain many great men - But since the dawn of technology - all of our modern Heroic Icons have been Mere men.*  

* Now before you think I aim to launch into a feminist tirade... shush - I'm not out to denounce the historical heroines recorded and unrecorded. I'm just speaking of HUmen. Or Human rather...  I make this codicil: Humanity, also referred to in this document as We, Human, Humen, Man, World Society, Equals or 'Dese Muh Fuggahs.

... The great world society has not been bereft of heroic action and intention but modern idolatry has lacked the otherworldly quality we recall from the great Champions of our colorful past. Our modern heroes are or were exemplary role models, exhibiting the finest sensibilities of modern Humanity. But they live and die as we do. No epic fanfare or avatar ascensions...

The super powered demigods who wrastled Hydra are as ancient as their literary authors of historical remark. The prophets who conversed with the All Knowing and communed in the deadyard are as improbable now as a man who could sit beneath a Bodhi tree and become enlightenment incarnate. They are a unicorn... boogeyman... memory... rainbow. The border between physical and mythos has growing ever so clear in our scientific journeys!

Our mentors and masterminds have shown us paths to equality and choice - they have affirmed our core humanity but also given us choices we are ill equipped to make. 

In our extended lives we are discovering what makes us mortal.  In these journeys we have become more tolerant of the eco-society we dwell and deciphered the codes to grand destruction.

Our history of blind ignorance to our inherited faith is ever more illuminated.  Some dese muh fuggahs revel in what was handed to them - and some rebel to the center of truth.  The others simply dig in their heels to wait it out... outwardly atheistic or getting baptized ‘just in case' or hollering Allah into oblivion - they pretend to believe - but really are just biding time until the truth to introduces itself, or the majority to proves something beyond the shadow of a doubt. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Our Worldly citizens thrash in a constant blistered state of healing after war upon war waged in the name of all things evil and pure.  As so many try to project and protect their faith and their pride... We are all now spinning and spinning with no real proof it has any [purpose]! OH THE NAUSEA! Is that why I want to vomit when I think of all the bitter irony I am forced to swallow? A system can only take so much centrifugal ipecac! ....too much fun with words...

SO! I reckon...

By the teachings available in my public education... and televiducation - it's been at least a couple thousand years since there were widely espoused miracles or fellas who could both feed the masses and heal with a touch.*

* Now before you think I aim to launch into a Christian or Anti-Christian t tirade... shush - I'm just speaking of modern Western Human Mythos: possibly referred to in this document as Westerners, Bornagain, Faithful, Atheist, Pagan or 'Dese Muh Fuggahs.
* * with my barely-acquired high school education - please anticipate some historical inaccuracies and or outright spin contrived for my benefit.               I do so like the spin.

In the recent history... the one we started re-recording in the last several hundred years- After we invented  mass produced literature - (and destroyed or dismembered as much as we could that existed before the renaissance of the print press) we invited in the first editors and the first editorial columns. And in these writings, we'd only been allowed a few heroes. I don't have to name the mythological ones... pick your own deity and insert here.

But I can say the blue ribbon winner of the deity wars has been Knowledge. The fortunate offspring of dissension is progression. Where there is a will...

Face it, we discovered a lot of shit we'd tried to hide from ourselves and stuff hidden from us. We discovered common ancestry and lore. We found the future and destination. But somewhere in the gap - between the scribing monk and modern anthropologist we lost the essence of our mythos - and with it the breath of divinity.

We located and disproved the BS that had grown in a lot of our beliefs and ignorance... Demons no longer caused murderous infections, crop failure or women's orgasms. The stars were simply the dust... same as us. We lost our grandeur and the universe lost its magic in the instant the technology age lit the skies above our weakness and guided us out of powerlessness.

We grasped onto our own discovery of godly abilities. We don't walk on water - we harness it to do our bidding. We don't get to talk shop with God, but we can conquer the heavens.  Our touch can more easily harm than heal... but with the right tools and drugs - we can certainly imbue health. Daily we wrastle the Hydras of tyranny, poverty and dominion.

In our history thus far.... We have failed to reduce the nauseous spinning sensation caused by our acceleration. We have mishandled these godlike abilities. We are overwhelmed with profundity of all we have lost with the exile of our innocence.

Oh God Beyond ~ Send us one of your own ~ send us a HERO

Where is beyond? is what we ask ourselves... in our scientific methodical minds.... And when the Science can't answer - we search for the Spirit that used to house faith. We are a world of faithful grasping at faith we don't wholly feel full of... We holy roll, morning mass, daily prater, recite, commune... all to touch the God we have lost touch with... and again I digress - but with a heartfelt tangent.

I personally witness this to be true:

I have collected many heroes in my life. I have sat back and observed - I have dug into the souls of strangers. I have been sought out and I seek - for the minds that can unite to Legion - to lead them... And I have collected 'dese muh fuggahs based on the similarity I saw - the likeness in my soul - and the souls of All Heroes. I'm sure you have all felt the call of the Hero.


A Hero of mine says...

The call to adventure signifies that destiny
has summoned the hero and transferred his spiritual
center of gravity from within the pale of this society to a zone unknown. This fateful region of both treasure and danger may be variously represented: as a distant land, a forest, a kingdom underground, beneath the waves or above the sky, a secret island, lofty mountaintop, or profound dream state; but it is always a place of strangely fluid
and polymorphous beings, unimaginable torments, superhuman deeds and impossible delights.

Joseph Campbell - The Hero with a Thousand Faces
? A_Hero's_Journey_Copyright_1990_the_Joseph_Campbell_Foundation

The first of Us will be the faithless faithful who hear the Heroic call to duty. We are not addicted to the spiritual law that has suffocated the masses for so long - but we understand its musk. We recognize our inner spiritual connection and need for perpetual quest. And more importantly, we can recognize ourselves as champion.

But in a world literally overpopulated with Human Potential - how can one solitary hero stand up to the torments that affront human dignity; how can one in six-billion perform the superhuman or impossible in a world that discovers miracles of science every day. How can one rise above... we have no lofty heavens to gather a super being from - and unless that UFO they just saw in Chicago is legit and a little Spielberg from Space is going to come tutor us or consume us... I think we're on our own folks.  And one ain't gonna cut it.

Am I Nuts, Ya'll? Indeed! Bona fide nutcase....

I learned the phrase "Delusions of Grandeur" at the age of 9, in the third grade. Mr. Stovall, arguably my first great Mentor taught me the phrase. Its meaning is not pleasant or nearly as magnificent as it would imply. But even in my youth, my naïve righteousness I could see the ignorant wisdom contained in those words. And somewhere in my preadolescence, I don't know if this was a school lesson or my own aberration - somewhere there I sensed that all great ideas started out in the delusional womb of eventual grandiosity. It is apropos that this tidbit be such a talisman of deviation from the common good. Enlightened thought always starts out as unbelievable affectation.

At that young age - I thought a Styx song touted the virtues of the grand delusion. It was actually a Grand Illusion... but I'm still feeling it just the same.


Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see whats happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.

But dont be fooled by the radio
The tv or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that its a grand illusion
And deep inside were all the same.
Were all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that its a grand illusion
And deep inside were all the same.
Were all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon well stop to ponder what on earths this spell were under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are

The_Grand_Illusion_Copyright_1977_Styx
Written by dennis deyoung Lead vocals by dennis deyoung


Those hippies got something right. And here we are - we've progressed so triumphantly into or future that we have trampled our past. We've splintered our powerful faith into so many shards of missed opportunity.

It is time to reawaken the hero. To give the Hero face and name and purpose 

-That Hero is Legion

- it is the faithless masses we combine as one and we are Hero.

more...some other time.
goto www.zaadz.com for some EnlightenedSpace