Isaac in Action

Isaac Being Isaac

Isaac is contemplating his utter limits:

Animal Archetypes

“Animal Archetypes”

One early spring day I decided to drop in on Janice McKay and her sister Daisy. They were pretty good friends who always enjoyed me dropping in. It was early in the day, probably around noon when I showed up. Janice as usual was itching to do something instead of just sitting around being “bored”. Janice was the driving force between these two, and Daisy just kind of went with the flow of things. So after we thought about it for awhile, we figured that a pretty day that wasn’t chilly should be spent at Cooks Recreation area on the lake. So we drove up there and generally clowned around, acted silly and laughed a lot.

But leave it to me to bring up the subject of my latest curiosities. I asked them what kind of animals they would be. Of course Janice piped right up with an enthusiastic, “I’m a cat!” To which we all agreed she was definitely a cat. Daisy was a bit tougher and I think we decided she was some kind of dog. A lot of laughing and poking fun ensued and then I told them to guess my type. Janice suggested a bear and Daisy sort of agreed. But I led them to the gorilla archetype and they got a big laugh out of that. Janice exclaimed, “Yeh Bryson, You sure are a monkey!” Such laughing was going on since girls just love to tease me. Janice challenged me to be a gorilla, “Act like a gorilla!” So I did.

I began to subvert my humanity and take on a gorilla. Calmly, placidly I moved and I could feel that I was a gorilla. The feeling became stronger and I was losing myself in the transformation as I moved easily and observed. Suddenly both of Janice and Daisy were squealing and exclaiming remarks. They started begging me to stop! “He’s really turning into a gorilla!” They both became scared and they were calling earnestly for me to stop. Realizing I was a convincing actor to them, I certainly didn’t want to frighten them. I stopped and just laughed at them. But they were still in shock and both were saying to each other and to me, “You really turned into a gorilla!” “He became a gorilla!” They weren’t funning anymore; they had actually been frightened.

Of course after this event, my transformation into a gorilla was the topic of choice for Janice to all my other friends, with Daisy attesting to the truth of it all. I soon realized that the mindsets among certain of my friends, was to take this seriously enough to act upon it, which they did.

A friend of mine named Van, heard all the details from Janice and Daisy, and he came looking for me within a couple of days. Of course I was easy to find and Van met me at the market where we all liked to pit stop. He was in a good mood and seemed to have some plans of some kind. He suggested I jump in his car and we could go for a ride. Van was being sort of insistent with me in a way that suggested he had some expectations of excitement. He told me that he had somebody he wanted me to meet. I asked who, but all he would say is that it’s a girl. Did I know her? Why do you want me to meet her? He was just reassuring but gave no reasons and told me that I had never met her. Well an adventure waited for my curiosity, so away we rode!

Surprisingly, Van drove us into a neighborhood that I knew of, but it certainly wasn’t a place I went to. It was a place called Tulip Grove. Van drove to a house and pulled in the driveway. Now I was mystified about what was going on. Van told me to come on, and led the way to the front door and knocked. The door opened and there was a young dark haired girl greeting us with quiet placid expectation. She immediately invited us inside in a quiet way, and led us to the den. She and Van talked like comfortable old friends, though I had never ever seen her with Van. We were introduced, and she looked at me freely without self consciousness. I sensed both approval and a question in her eyes. Not just any question, but the “Are you my man?” question. I realized I was being looked at as a potential boyfriend by this young girl who had obviously been expecting us. But why was she interested in me? Why were we being matched up like this?

As I watched her easy relaxed body language, her thin extra feminine frame, I had to admit this quiet girl was very attractive. She had the fair skin, the long dark hair, pretty eyes and something about her that was a little strange. There was an aura about her that was subtly apparent, but undeniably there. She had the subtleties of a gorilla like aura in her features. Far from grotesque, she was actually very fine boned and pretty. Yet the aura was like a subtle spice. When she looked at me it was soulful. This young girl wanted to know if I was interested in her.

The whole situation took me completely off guard. I simply was not ready to be paired off according to being a gorilla type. I didn’t like this set up. She may have been a wonderful girl, but I never took the time to find out and refused to be interested. After a bit Van excused us and we left. On the ride back, Van was enthusiastically prodding me about what I thought of her. Did I like her? Do you think she’s pretty? She’s interested in you! I had little to comment about her. I was actually kind of surprised that people could take this archetype thing this far.

I also began to wonder just who all was in on this stuff? Did everyone know about this, including pretty young girls who want to be like animal mates? Am I the last person to catch onto this stuff? I was beginning to have a shift in how I perceived people. I perceived them as either knowing, or not knowing. So far a lot of subtle people seem to be in the knowing group. It seemed that Van was in. Or if he wasn’t, he just seemed to be able to play along well with a game like situation of animal archetypes.

But when Van said “I have somebody I want you to meet”, the phrase stood out to me.

It became a catch phrase that I soon heard over and over from many strangers, always said in exactly the same way.

“Intercession Impression”

 

On this day I decided to go walking toward Earhart Road which is quite a way to walk. But I did I recalled enjoying the intrigue of my magic walks and the events occurring around them. finally get to Earhart Road and was walking up that road when I heard the Bird. Now the voice of the Bird has been the one friendly voice I trusted. The spaceman was whistling like a bird and he seemed to be my type of individual. He was listening to my thoughts and started responding to me. I had liked this guy and his optimistic view of things, his “significance” themes, his powers and ability of controlling human perceptions, were really neat technologies. I even hoped he might let me ride in his hotrod spaceship. Today though, the Spaceman’s contact with me seemed darker and creepier. It didn’t help that as a counter call to the voice of the bird, the squeaking gate sound seemed to making a goad of itself. It was like some kind of dual was going on. Some point of conflict was in the air. This day, the whole feeling of this song of the bird combined with the squeaking gate sound, was toxic and really creeping me out. It was almost like a good guy, bad guy interrogation of some kind. As I walked, the topic of the conversation became about my belief that I thought I was something religiously significant: that I’m the Holy Spirit. There seemed to be contention in the very air. Was this a day a spiritual testing for me? Why am I being challenged on this? Why are the squeaking gates goading me as if anxious to see me fail the test of this question? Why is the shrill flute even in the same conversation as the bird with me?

I had just topped the hill which was at the end of the big S-curve, when the antagonist posed a frightening question to me; a question that was terribly challenging.

“If you are the Holy Spirit, can you take the punishment of everyone so that they can go to Heaven? Can you go to hell for their sakes?”

I was shocked, repulsed, and stunned by such a scenario! How had this idea come to the table? Was God expecting me to take the punishment for others? I didn’t think being the Holy Spirit involved anything as drastic as that! I thought this was going to be fun! Now I’m being asked if I can do something like that for other people that I don’t even know! Was God really expecting such a thing? I felt revulsion at such a concept. Yet even so, I felt deference to higher authority, since we are talking God here, and I’m the Holy Spirit!

At this point I felt fear and was under extreme psychological pressure, and a kind of existential spiritual agony. It was coming to me as some kind of spiritual ultimatum and it all felt like duress. I wanted to be on the good side with God, but sacrificing myself for others, which would leave me in the misery of final judgment, was asking a bit much. I took the question so seriously that I had to think about whether I could accept this mission. I was beginning to feel the pains of terror. I love people and I want the best for them, but what about me? As I walked I became more and more terrified and yet more serious about what I should say to God. This bird had really fowled me up on this question. It didn’t help that the goading sour sound of the squeaking gate was following me. It was like a glee of evil to me that was happy at my misfortune. The question along with this pessimistic ambience of a sour sound following me added to the dread and terror I was beginning to feel.

After a bit I decided that I had to do what God wanted, but I didn’t like it. I loved my existence and it was precious to me. It was a hard thing! I went into some woods off the road a bit and a great light started appearing in the sky with burning brilliance. I was terrified and just knew some big fire of God was about to take me. As I watched it, I realized it was just the landing lights of a jet plane that had turned my direction. I realized that I was losing it, just to have been frightened by a plane’s light! I sat at the base of a tree and began to mourn my fate of being the one to intercede for the rest of humanity. At the base of the tree I was in agony and wept until my energy was depleted. It began to grow dark.

As the dark descended, I felt no comfort being in the woods and so walked out to the road as the dark set fully in around me. I walked onward to John Hagar Road and turned right, which was another route toward home. I was emotionally strung out, feeling bitter and now exhausted. As I walked some headlights came up behind me and a white van slowed down beside me. A man was concerned about me and asked if I needed a ride. I was too tired to refuse the ride, and so I got in the van. I doubted the man could see how wretched I was in the dark. But I felt miserable and had hardly the energy or emotional state to converse. The greatest impression I got of the man was that he was a kind and loving person who was really concerned about me as he drove me toward the house. He took a little longer route, but I didn’t care. It was nice of him to give me a ride at all. At least this magic walk had finally got a ride at all, even if it was on the road home. I think this man understood that I was hurting, and he showed real concern for me. At least there’s some kindness left in this world!

Finally the man dropped me off at the intersection of Central Pike and Dodson Chapel Road and I walked over to the house and went in. Mom immediately saw that I was in some state of agony, which I dared not even mention to her. But who can hide themselves from their mother? She knew! I went on to my room to continue in agony. Mom’s love was so deep and so concerned. She said to Dad, “We have to get Bryson some help”. They were resolved and did faithfully intervene to try to get me some help.

Was all this from God or was it just some insane delusion? If it was from God, this is what is accomplished: The concept of interceding to take other people’s punishment for them was introduced to me. I found that I couldn’t say no to God. Yet I let God know my bitterness. I felt agony of soul, weeping and having a terrified and broken heart. If there was ever anyone who might have felt this kind of thing, I certainly could begin to grasp the agony they felt. Maybe that’s what God wanted. If there was any way out of this thing, I was hoping God would find another way. But I knew that God would do what God needed to. It was a horrible price to pay, but if God wanted it, how could it be any other way? I sure didn’t want to be the “Holy Spirit” anymore. Was there any hope of relief from such a thing? I hoped so, and hope was all that kept me from utterly falling into the pit of despairing resignation in which our souls fall over the edge and we die in our mind.

There is somebody who understands:

Then came Yeshua with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and Yeshua said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go and pray yonder.” Then Yeshua took with him Peter and also Yames and YaHannah, who are the two sons of Zebedee. As they went, Yeshua began to be in agony of great sorrow, amazed with grief and full of heaviness. He said to them, “My soul is in great agony and sorrow of death. Stay here with me and keep watch” Yeshua then proceeded a little further from them and went to his knees to pray, then collapsed on his face. He prayed to God, “Father, anything is possible for you; if you are willing, let this cup be taken away from me: Nevertheless, not what I want, but what you want be done.” Then an angel of heaven appeared to him and gave him strength. Then Yeshua, in all his agony, prayed with all his heart.

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ISBN number for "Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality"

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