Self Help.

This is your mind.

God knows you need it.

I love how you go to others for it.

An entire industry devoted to telling you what’s wrong with you. I adore it.

What makes you think you’re broken?

A different industry entirely, several, in fact. Let’s start with the premise that you are made to be happy. Written into more than one constitution, but denied by most religions. Regardless of who and where you worship, covered or uncovered, you feel deeply that you deserve to be happy. In your secret soul you are already saved, why doesn’t it show?

Are you happy? As a species it’s more than obvious that you aren’t. Hastening toward your own destruction at record speed, that smacks of suicide. Why do you want to kill yourself? Because you’re not happy.

What do you chant, in your last days? The same thing you chant in all of them. See if you can predict the next line.

Take it from the Rich! Take it from those who have it! They don’t deserve it! (Your exclamation points, not mine.) Once we take it from them, we will. Once it’s ours it’s a different thing. Why should we wait for heaven?

Take it from the Rich. Money is the only true evil. Why do you want it then?

Take it now, poor person, whoever, wherever you are, take it. I want to see what you will do with it. I am expecting great changes once you have it, True Altruism, will we see it? Will you go shopping? Of course, it’s not hard to know where you will spend it. But, you promise it will be different, what should we prepare for?

Distribute the money among the poor, who will decide what is equitable? Should you get more if you procreate? What if you suck it up your nose, like those you took it from? What will you do when nothing happens? Nothing. Oaths, promises, truths, liberty, these have always been lies, in every language. There are no real expectations, it has come down to instant gratification, if it isn’t there all the time, something is wrong. What will you do? Head for the self-help section, or go to church where they’ll tell you what’s wrong with you for free.

Where is the money? Find it again, and take it, regardless of whose hands it’s in, who can you trust with it? Your church? Your government? Your wife and sons? You’re mortal, mortal. Take the money and live it now, anything and everything is permitted, with your mouth zipped shut.

Stop pretending you have a soul, you abandoned it centuries ago, you have no idea what it is anymore. Your soul. Living somewhere without you and your icy heart. Dying of slow strangulation while you become a pillar of salt.

Fortunately, they have a section on spirituality, look for your lost soul among the ferns and in the smoke. You need a great deal of help to reach inside your head, you couldn’t possibly do it alone. Be guided. Be led through the tangles of thought you produce, don’t get lost in your own pathways. Quite simple, follow someone, for anyone knows better than you.

God knows I do.

Stay home and read me, find your spirituality at the lit end of a match, find your soul in my eyes. It’s in the best of hands, I assure you.

Light the candle for the God. He likes that.

“Immortal Lover”  by Andrew Bayer, Alison May   Bring this one to bed with you. Let me keep you awake.

“We Have It All”  by the Pim Stones  This plays well in Hell, feathers and blood, we appreciate attention to details like that.