Richard Bach Messiah's Pocket Guide A book lost in Illusions (A reminder for the advanced soul). Richard Bach - Illusions, or the Adventures of the Messiah Who Didn't Want to Be the Messiah Pocket Guide to the Messiah by Richard Bach

Richard Bach

or the adventures of the Messiah, who did not want to be the Messiah

After The Seagull Named Jonathan Livingston came out, I was asked more than once: "Richard, what are you going to write next? After Jonathan, what?"

I answered then that there was no need for me to write further, not a single word, and that my books had already said everything that I wanted to say with them. At one time, I had to go hungry and sell my car and all that, so it was pretty interesting that I no longer had to work until midnight.

However, almost every summer, I took my venerable biplane sailing over the emerald seas of the grasslands of the American Midwest, giving passengers a ride, and I began to feel the old 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 won't even pick up a pen.

But from time to time, the front wall suddenly falls apart with a roar, showering everything around with a waterfall of glass splashes and brick chips, and someone, stepping over this debris, grabs my throat and gently says: “I will not let you go until you express me in words. and you can't write them down on paper." That's how I got to know Illusions.

Even back in the Midwest, when I used to lie on my back and learn to disperse clouds, this story was constantly spinning in my head ... and what if someone suddenly appeared here who would really be a master of this craft, who could tell me how my world works and how to manage it? And what if I suddenly met someone so far along the path… what if a new Sidharth or Jesus appeared in our time, having power over the illusions of this world, because he knows the reality behind them? What if I could meet him, if he flew 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 oil-stained and grass-stained pages of my logbook, perhaps he would not have said anything in this book. However, my messiah said: we attract into our lives what we think about, and if all this is true, then there is some reason that this moment has come in my life, and in yours too. It is probably no coincidence that you are now holding this book; there is probably something about these adventures that made you come across this book. I think so. And I think that my messiah is sitting somewhere in another dimension, not at all fantastic, he sees you and me and laughs contentedly that everything is happening exactly as we planned it in advance.

Richard Bach

1. And the Messiah came to this land, and he was born on 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 an ordinary school in Indiana, and then, when he grew up, he became an auto mechanic.

3. But the Messiah had other knowledge, and he received them in other places, 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 a son of God, and it was according to his faith, and the workshops and garages where he worked were overflowing with those who sought his teachings and his touch, and the streets nearby with those who craved only that his shadow accidentally fell on them and changed their lives.

6. And it came to pass 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 crowds that neither he nor the other mechanics simply had anywhere to repair cars.

7. And he went into the open field, and the people who followed him began to call him the Messiah and the miracle worker; and it was to them according to their faith.

8. And if there was a storm while he was speaking, not a single drop fell on the heads of those who listened to him; and in the midst of the thunder and lightning raging in the heavens, he who stood farthest from him heard his words as clearly and distinctly as he who stood closest to him. And he always spoke to them in the language of parables.

9. And he said to them: "In each of us is hidden our readiness to accept health or disease, 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 for you to say, Messiah, for no one from above shows us the true path, as you do, and you do not have to earn bread in the sweat of your face, as we do. In this world, so that to live - a person must work.

11. And the Messiah said to him in response: "Once upon a time, at the bottom of one large crystal river, there was a village, 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 that grew at the bottom of the river of plants, 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 being 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 going. Now I will let go of the stone, and let it take me with it. Otherwise, I will die boredom".

15. Other creatures laughed and said: "Fool! Just let go of your stone, and your adored current will turn you over and slam against the stones so that you will die faster from this than from boredom!"

16. But he did not listen to them and, gaining more air, unclenched his hands, and at the same moment the current overturned him 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 beat on the stones.

18. And the beings who lived down the river, to 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 who was carried by the current said: "I am the same Messiah as you are. The river will gladly set us free and lift us up if we only dare to unhook from the stones. Our true destiny lies in this journey, in this courageous travel".

20. But they only shouted louder: “Savior!”, Still clinging to the stones, and when they looked up again, he was gone, and they were left alone and began to compose legends about the Savior.

Richard Bach, "The Messiah's Pocket Guide" online book + divination

"Life tells you nothing, it shows everything"
Richard Bach, Messiah's Pocket Guide

The book lost in Illusions.

So, you have a book in front of you. And this book is not ordinary... It is "Messiah's Pocket Guide" by Richard Bach, or rather, its online version.

Mentally ask the question that concerns you. 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 an unexpected bright insight. But... ... In this book, everything can be a mistake. Of course it can. But it may not be. A mistake or not a mistake - this is not the book decides. Only you can say that it's not a mistake for you. Responsibility for you.

The process of on-line divination:Mentally ask a question that concerns you and click on the book

The last time I saw the Messiah's Pocket Guide was the day I threw it away. I used it the way Donald taught me in Illusions: ask a question in your mind, close your eyes, open the book at random, choose the right or left page, open your eyes, read the answer. . .

For a long time it worked flawlessly: fear was drowned in a smile, doubts fled away from an unexpected bright insight. I have always been moved and amused by everything these pages have to say. And on that rainy day, I once again trustfully opened the Directory.

Richard Bach

Messiah's Pocket Guide

The book lost in "Illusions"

(Reminder for the advanced soul)

Foreword

The last time I saw the Messiah's Pocket Guide was the day I threw it away.

I used it the way Donald taught me in Illusions: ask a question in your mind, close your eyes, open the book at random, choose the right or left page, open your eyes, read the answer.

For a long time it worked flawlessly: fear was drowned in a smile, doubts fled away from an unexpected bright insight. I have always been moved and amused by everything these pages have to say.

And on that rainy day, I once again trustfully opened the Directory. “Why did 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, I read the answer:

Everything in this book can be wrong.

I remember it as a flash of darkness - a sudden rage that seized me. I turn to the Handbook for help - and this is the answer?!

I launched the little book over the nameless field with such force that its pages began to chatter in fright, shuddering and turning over. She glided softly into the tall grass - I didn't even look in that direction.

Soon I flew away and never again visited that field, lost somewhere in the state of Iowa. The Heartless Handbook, a source of unnecessary pain, is gone.

Twenty years have passed, and now comes to me by mail - through the publisher - a parcel with a book and an enclosed letter:

Dear Richard Bach, I found it while plowing my father's soybean field. On 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 then 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 until now. Despite everything, she was almost unharmed. 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 bore the prints of my fingers, smeared with the engine oil of the old Fleet, and when I fanned the book, a handful of dust and a few dried blades of grass fell out of it.

No malice. I sat for a long time over the book, surrendering to the memories.

Everything in this book can be wrong. Of course it can. But it may not be. A mistake or not a mistake - this is not the book decides. Only I can say that for me it is not a mistake. Responsibility is mine.

With a strange feeling, I slowly turned the pages. Has the same book returned to me that I once, long ago, threw into the grass? Did she lie there all this time, motionless, covered with earth, OR did she change and become in the end something that a 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 flipped through the pages for a while, and then I opened my eyes and read:

All people, all events in your life arise because you called them there.

What you do with them is up to you.

I smiled and decided. This time, instead of throwing the book in the trash, I decided to keep it. And I also decided not to put it in a 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 whisper of her wisdom.

Some of the ideas found in this handbook have been expressed in other books. You will find here the words that you read in Illusions, the only, Seagull Jonathan Livingston, beyond the mind and in Chronicles of ferrets. The life of a writer, like a reader, is made up of fiction and facts, of what almost happened, half remembered, once dreamed ... The smallest grain of our existence 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 a voice that anyone but me could hear. And Stormy the Ferret is also real and flies on her miniature vehicle in the most terrible storm, because he believes in his mission. And the Harley Ferret in the darkness of the night rushes 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 handbook home, check it out right now to make sure it works.

Ask a question in your mind, please. Now close your eyes, open the book at random and choose the left or right page...

Richard Bach

Clouds are not afraid

fall into the sea

(a) cannot fall; and (b) cannot drown.

However, no one

doesn't bother them

believe that with them

this can happen.

And they may be afraid

as much as they want.

The happiest,

the luckiest people

thought about suicide.

And they rejected him.

any past,

how do you choose

to heal and transform

own present.

your most

harsh reality -

it's only a dream

and your most

fantastic dreams -

reality.

Every thing

there is exactly

what she is

for some reason.

A crumb on your table

this is not a mystical reminder

about morning cookies;

she lies there because

that your choice is

don't clean it up.

There are no exceptions.

Don't 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 yourself.

Is a person incorporeal or mortal,

one thing is important in people:

what they know.

Everyone comes here

with toolbox

and a set

project documentation

to build

Own Future.

That's just

not everyone remembers

Where did he put it all?

Life tells you nothing, it shows everything.

You learned something

that someone somewhere

needs to be remembered.

How will you communicate your knowledge to them?

Accept your fears

let them create

the worst -

and cut them off when they

will try to use it.

If you don't -

they start cloning themselves

like mushrooms

will surround you from all sides

and close the road to that life,

which you want to choose.

Every turn you fear

just emptiness

who pretends

irresistible hell.

Again and again you

you will meet

new theology,

and check it every time:

- If I want to,

for this belief to come into my life?

If God

looked at you

right in the eye

and said:

- I command that you

happy in this world

how long is alive.

What would you do?

This is called "taking on faith";

when you agree to the rules

before you think about them

or when you take action

because they are expected of you.

If you're not careful

it will happen thousands and thousands of times

throughout your life.