Ego Tripping With False Pride 

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Now Jesus Knows

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(This Is Not The Jesus You Think You Know)  

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 ("THIS IS NOT A BIBLE STORY")

One fine day a bottle of milk fell off a shelf and god-smacked a deeply slumbering God on the back of the head, and He fell over so hard, Jesus, who happened to be sitting to His right, fell off his chair and woke up. God opened His eyes briefly and Jesus heard Him mumbling something like

‘Let there be light . . . Etc . . . etc, etc . . .’,  just before He drifted back into dreamland. 

Jesus was dazed and as he was about to stand he had a syncopal episode and fell through the 8 crop circles of Heaven and landed in a cow pasture on Earth.

 

Then there was heard a thud that some described as a   “Big Bang!”  as that same bottled milk god-smacked Jesus hard on the back of the head too, putting him out for 10 minutes. Jesus woke up amnesic asking aloud

'What and who am I?'

He looked up to see where the bottled milk had fallen, then almost inaudibly there was this disembodied slurring:

‘In the beginning was the Word . . .and the Word was . . . “milk” . . . “milk” . . .’,  Then the Heavenly voice fell silent. God had fallen back into a dreamy REM sleep again.

Jesus was six days away from turning sixteen, six  foot six, intellectually curious and taken to  daydreaming and musing. His   “milk”   musings daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice:

'Jesus! Where are you, son!?’, Joseph shouted out the back window.

'Over here, dad!’ Jesus yelled out.

'Did you finish milking Betsy?’

‘Yeah, dad!’

‘Did you mend the barn yard gate?’

‘Sure thing dad!’, as he sucked on his right thumb and winced from the pain.

‘Darn rusty nail!’ he said to himself as he leaned on the foot of a cross and cursed himself for being so clumsy.

‘OK! Grub is ready, boy!’.

‘Right away, dad!’ he continued shouting out cheerily, as he tried not to betray any semblance of pain in his voice from the throbbing pain in his hand.

Jesus hurriedly picked at his supper, barely touching a morsel of it. He then asked to be excused to his room so he may finish reading The Bible, as he explained to his parents mother Mary and Joseph. But not very soon thereafter there was a knock on his bedroom door.

'Its open, come on in’ he said resignedly.

‘Oh. Hi, mother Mary’ he said cheerfully with a painful grin.

‘Are you feeling okay, my baby boy?’ asked Mary, trying to look severely into her son’s eyes.

'Healthy as a horse! Why?’

‘Well, for one thing, you didn't touch dessert, and It's your favorite: Dated Meringue Pie'

'Ill have it later, I promise. I just wanted to finish reading this last chapter,   “Revelations”,   in The Bible’

'Jesus’

'Yes, mother Mary?’

‘What happened to your thumb?’

‘No biggie. It's a little sore’

‘"No biggie"? Son, your right thumb is as big as both my fists and you are shivering’

‘It's just a little sore, really’, Jesus responded, all the while averting his gaze so Mary wouldn't see that crucified look on his face. But a mother knows, and,  try as he might, she could keenly feel the heavy burden of the cross her son was bearing and it bored a hole in Mary's heart.

‘Son, if you don't let me take you to see Doc Lazarus, I am going to let your brother, Simon, amputate your right hand, mainly on account of the fact that I can't bear to look at it any longer’

'Not so loud! Dad can hear! You know what he'll say: “What we be raising 'round here, two lap boys like Cain&Abel or two Boyz2Men?”

'Your father was the one who sent me in here. He noticed that your right thumb was as big as your left hand and you hardly touched your supper, and then he started to panic when you didn't even look at the Dated Meringue Pie.  He thought maybe it could just be your last supper. Furthermore, Doc Lazarus owes me a favor', Mary reminded Jesus.

'Lets go!’, Jesus said, as he hurriedly jumped on his donkey,  Dora The Explorer. He only realized he had  forgotten his mother, Mary, when he was half mile down the dirt road.

While both sat in the waiting room in Doc L's office, Mary declared:

'That thing looks like it hurts like the Dickens.  Jesus Christ, how did you do that again?’

‘While I was mending the sheep shed early this morning, my neighbor, Mary, suddenly popped up behind me, tickled me and yelled   “Boo!!”,   and instead of driving a rusty nail into the corner post, I drove the nail into my right thumb’

‘Still showing off to that Mary again, were we, my Baby Jesus? There is something about that Mary Magdalene', Mary teased.

'Stop, mom! I wasn't showing off again. She distracted me’

'When did that rusty spike run through your finger?’ interrogated a worried Mary.

‘5am’, Jesus confessed.

'That’s over 12 hours ago. Why didn't you come to mommy as soon as it happened, my baby boy Jesus?’.

'I had to finish up my chores! Mary! Mother of God! I am almost 16, I have to man up!’

'Yeah, you were going to “man up” until your right hand almost fell off!  You men and your Giant Egos!

And she continued to admonish him:

‘You could've gotten some painkillers and antibiotics 10 hours ago. How did this accidental injury better itself by you Ego tripping with false pride, cursing yourself and further punishing your throbbing injured thumb?’

'OUCH!! It's really throbbing now! God Almighty!  My God! My God!’ Jesus screamed.

‘Christ, Jesus H. Christ?’ Dr. Lazarus’s nurse called out.

'That’s me, mother Mary. Hurry, let’s go!’

After Nurse Magdalene gave him his Tetanus Shot, Penicillin shot and painkillers, Jesus was so ecstatic and overjoyed he exclaimed  

‘I love you Mary!! I mean, I love you mom!!

Then Jesus’s gentle mother Mary chided and lectured::

 ‘Next time before you “man up”, accept the fact that, as a mortal being prone to injury and death, you may need a Tetanus Shot to prevent Lockjaw, Penicillin to ward off bacterial infections and painkillers to put an end to insufferable torture. Before you learn to  “man up” you should learn that it takes a man to  accept that there is no shame in preventing, reducing or ending  needless suffering or lending an ear to well worn but battle hardened wisdom, from your dear ole' mom’.

‘Mom?’

‘Yes, son?’

‘Now I know’.

‘Know what, son?’

‘Now I know. Let's leave it at that’

Ego Tripping Part I.II: Ego Delusions of Grandeur

'Here, honey, have some more of your favorite Green Tea. Would you like one or two spoonfuls of Camel milk? It will help your thumb heal faster’, mother Mary offered Jesus, as she sipped hers.

‘Dora! Dora! Where are you Doraa!!’, Jesus yelled out in the twilight of the late evening.
 

It seems Dora had eaten through her ties and gone exploring again.

‘Jaycee, is that you? Are you okay?’

‘Oh.  Hi Mary Mag! Dora ran off again’

‘How is your thumb?’

‘Much much better! Thanks again for nursing it back to health!’

‘It's the least I could do, after all, it was all my fault’

‘Nah! It was just me being clumsy again. Can I tell you a secret, but you have to promise me you won't tell a soul?’

‘Ooh, a juicy secret! Ok! Cross my heart and hope to die! Tell me!?’, begged Mary Mag, salivating.

‘I am God. Well, technically, The Son of God’, announced Jesus triumphantly.

'Jaycee, seriously? Has mother Mary been over indulging you with her spiked Green Tea again?’ Said Mag, as she rolled her eyes at Jesus.

‘“Spiked Green Tea?”.  Oh. You mean her Camel milk spiced Green Tea?’

‘Whatever’, said Mary under her breath.

‘Well, she says it will help my thumb heal faster’, as “God”  stared embarrassingly at his bandaged right thumb sticking out of a sling.

‘Jaycee. Seriously. You are a god, you are a god with a sore right thumb?’ as her quizzically rolling eyes seemed to be questioning Jesus’s sanity.

'I swear! It's The Gospel Truth! I am God!  It's hard to explain but I can't be an immortal being on Earth. I can only live an earthly existence as a mortal being. I can't be God living an earthly existence’, stated Jesus, as he explained, tortuously. 

‘Even if this is true, and I believe you believe you are a god . . .’

‘No, Mary Mag, not  “a god”,  God’

‘. . . Okay,  “God”', said Mary Mag, now not quite sure if she wanted to  burst out laughing or burst into tears. Then she continued . . .

'Okay, Jaycee, since you claim to be Thou Divine Spook, Thee Holy Ghost With The Most,The Essence in The Machinery of Reality, tell me what I am thinking now?’  

Challenged Mary. And then she said to herself:

“Jaycee, I love you dearly, but you are a big, silly EGO MANIAC!!”

‘You just don't get it. Go ahead, Mary, tease all you want’, said Jesus, disappointed.

'Ooh! Boohoo hoo! Did I bruise your itty bitty littie ego, Jaycee my little sweetie pie?’ as she pinched his dimpled left cheek, but then she felt terrible for continuing to tease Jesus. Then she added:

‘. . . Even so, right now you are living a mortal existence and right now you are suffering mortal pain. You can't deny the reality of that sore throbbing right thumb. Accept the fact you are experiencing mortal agony.  You can't deny it. You said it yourself: “It hurts like the Dickens!”,  Mary said, pointedly.

'So you believe me, Mary; that I am both mortal and immortal?’

‘Well . . . I can believe that God, The Essentially Immortal, may also appear as mortal, if he chooses. Let's just say it's possible but that doesn't mean I necessarily believe in you! However, I take it you are saying you are God of Heaven living on Earth as Jaycee, that is, a mortal being’.

'BINGO, Mary Mag: The Essentially Immortal but mortal in appearance. Mag,  at first I imagined I was dreaming but now I know I was amnesic. Now I know what and who I am. OUCH! OUCH!! Boy! This thumb is really starting to throb again! Got any Percs on you?', inquired "God", with His outstretched Left Hand, of Nurse Magdalene.

  
What is the moral of this story? It's about how a poorly developed, immature or psychologically impaired ego can be a source of needless suffering. When Jaycee says his thumb is just “a little sore”, while it throbs, and “slightly swollen” when it's ballooning, this is his immature ego preventing him from accepting the reality of the situation.  When you say you can do it all by yourself, that you have all the answers and that you have no needs that anybody can help you fulfill, this is a psychologically impaired ego placing you in a state of denial. When ego distortions prevent you from looking reality in the eye and accept the actual situation, and suggest you don't need help from your family, friends, your community and you can go it alone, it may become a source of unnecessary suffering.  When his immature teenage ego, admonishes Jaycee, “Man up, stop being a mama's boy”, his ego is misconstruing his mother’s unconditional love as maternal smothering. Jaycee confiding to Mary Magdalene that he is God living on Earth as the mortal, Jaycee, may  or may not be an egoistic Delusion of Grandeur of a boy with a psychologically impaired ego. If Jaycee's core belief is that God lives in him and that God may speak truth through him, this conviction is shared with the greater majority of humanity. However, Jaycee's conviction that he is God may or may not be a Delusion of Grandeur. Undoubtedly, God appearing in Earthly human form as Jesus Christ is the most supreme expression of exalted compassion for humanity.


In the grand scheme of things, each of us is in essence a consciousness, a spirit, and all that you are seeing, hearing, touching, tasting and smelling is a model of reality your brain, mind and consciousness are creatively reproducing. You might think and feel, and it might appear, that you are directly looking out at The Statue of Liberty that's out there in the real physical landscape but in actuality what you are seeing is in your mind; you are a conscious awareness looking at a mind-generated "Statue of Liberty"  not the material Statue of Liberty out there in reality. You and this "Statue of Liberty"  only exist in the mind and within consciousness. You are essentially a conscious awareness. The consciousness reality model is a copy of the real landscape with a model person representing consciousness called a "Persona". A Persona is you, me, etc. living in this model  "real world"; our physical bodies exist and live in the actual material real world but we don't! We live in a brain-mind-generated reality landscape that we say is the  "real world".  This model person, referred to as "Consciousness's Persona", lives and experiences a model of physical reality reproduced by his or her consciousness. This model might be comparable to doll people like Barbie & Ken living in a Barbie & Ken doll house that is modeling a real physical landscape and physical house "out there". Just like Barbie & Ken, what you and I are living and experiencing is actually not the real world directly but a model representation in the mind of material reality (and this is the only "reality" we are privy to!).


I am a consciousness; you are a consciousness having experiences as a Persona. The Persona is you, me, Mary living in a landscape of consciousness. The Ego exists within your Persona. The objective and subjective experiences within your consciousness come into being, persist and pass away according to their internal logic, and this is the reality of each of us. For example subjective experiences: happiness happens and don't happen; sadness happens and don't happen of their own accord (as I am sure you know, both are on a continuum with happiness and sadness on opposite ends). These subjective facts of life just happen and don't happen as part of our living experiences. When you find yourself worrying about happiness (not lasting) and sadness (not going away) this is the ego telling you, Persona (you , me, Mary), that you should worry because your happiness will not last and sadness will return. The truth is, happiness and sadness happens and worrying about these facts will not prevent their occurrence and their impact on you. Instead of spending your time in useless worry, you do what you need to reduce their impact while they run their course. When sadness comes it comes, and then it goes. Worry will not stop it from running its course. Then there are the objective facts of life experience that comes to you (you=mind), as you interact with the external world through the body you call Mary. When it rains you don't worry; you put on your raincoat and/or umbrella and get on with your life. If you worry about it snowing or snow piled high in your driveway, like your ego commands, instead of accepting that snow happens, it will distract you from doing what you know you need to: Put on your snow outfit, plow the snow from the driveway and go to work! More often than not Consciousness’s Persona identifies with the ego. As Persona maybe lost in Consciousness’s subjective and objective landscape it may be easily subject to ego delusions which is the main source of Persona (you/our) suffering.

Ego Tripping 

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Now Jesus Knows

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(This Is Not The Jesus You Think You Know)  

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 ("THIS IS NOT A BIBLE STORY") 

One fine day a bottle of milk fell off a shelf and god-smacked a deeply slumbering God onthe back of the head, and He fell over so hard, Jesus, who happened to be sitting to His right, fell off his chair and woke up. God opened His eyes briefly and Jesus heard Him mumbling something like

‘Let there be light . . . Etc . . . etc, etc . . .’,  just before He drifted back into dreamland. 

Jesus was dazed and as he was about to stand he had a syncopal episode and fell through the 8 crop circles of Heaven and landed in a cow pasture on Earth.

Then there was heard a thud that some described as a   “Big Bang!”  as that same bottled milk god-smacked Jesus hard on the back of the head too, putting him out for 10 minutes. Jesus woke up amnesic asking aloud

'What and who am I?'

He looked up to see where the bottled milk had fallen, then almost inaudibly there was this disembodied slurring:

‘In the beginning was the Word . . .and the Word was . . . “milk” . . . “milk” . . .’  Then the Heavenly voice fell silent. God had fallen back into a dreamy REM sleep again.

Jesus was six days from turning sixteen, six foot six, intellectually curious, and  taken to  daydreaming and musing. His   “milk”   musings daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice:

'Jesus! Where are you, son!?’, Joseph shouted out the back window.

'Over here, dad!’ Jesus yelled out.

'Did you finish milking Betsy?’

‘Yeah, dad!’

‘Did you mend the barn yard gate?’

‘Sure thing dad!’, as he sucked on his right thumb and winced from the pain.

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‘Darn rusty nail!’ he said to himself as leaned on the foot of a cross and cursed himself for being so clumsy.

‘OK! Grub is ready, boy!’.

‘Right away, dad!’ he continued shouting out cheerily, as he tried not to betray any semblance of pain in his voice from the throbbing pain in his hand.

Jesus hurriedly picked at his supper, barely touching a morsel of it. He then asked to be excused to his room so he may finish reading The Bible, as he explained to his parents mother Mary and Joseph. But not very soon thereafter there was a knock on his bedroom door.

'Its open, come on in’ he said resignedly.

‘Oh. Hi, mother Mary’ he said cheerfully with a painful grin.

‘Are you feeling okay, my baby boy?’ asked Mary, trying to look severely into her son’s eyes.

'Healthy as a horse! Why?’

‘Well, for one thing, you didn't touch dessert, and It's your favorite: Dated Meringue Pie'

'Ill have it later, I promise. I just wanted to finish reading this last chapter,   “Revelations”,   in The Bible’

'Jesus’

'Yes, mother Mary?’

‘What happened to your thumb?’

‘No biggie. It's a little sore’

‘"No biggie"? Son, your right thumb is as big as both my fists and you are shivering’

‘It's just a little sore, really’, Jesus responded, all the while averting his gaze so Mary wouldn't see that crucified look on his face. But a mother knows, and,  try as he might, she could keenly feel the heavy burden of the cross her son was bearing and it bored a hole in Mary's heart.

‘Son, if you don't let me take you to see Doc Lazarus, I am going to let your brother, Simon, amputate your right hand, mainly on account of the fact that I can't bear to look at it any longer’

'Not so loud! Dad can hear! You know what he'll say: “What we be raising 'round here, two lap boys like Cain&Abel or two Boyz2Men?”

'Your father was the one who sent me in here. He noticed that your right thumb was as big as your left hand and you hardly touched your supper, and then he started to panic when you didn't even look at the Dated Meringue Pie.  He thought maybe it could just be your last supper. Furthermore, Doc Lazarus owes me a favor', Mary reminded Jesus

'Lets go!’, Jesus said, as he hurriedly jumped on his donkey,  Dora The Explorer. He only realized he had  forgotten his mother, Mary, when he was half mile down the dirt road.

While both sat in the waiting room in Doc L's office, Mary declared:

'That thing looks like it hurts like the Dickens.   Jesus Christ, how did you do that again?’

‘While I was mending the sheep shed early this morning, my neighbor, Mary, suddenly popped up behind me, tickled me and yelled   “Boo!!”,   and instead of driving a rusty nail into the corner post, I drove the nail into my right thumb’

‘Still showing off to that Mary again, were we, my Baby Jesus? There is something about that Mary Magdalene’, Mary teased.

'Stop, mom! I wasn't showing off again. She distracted me’

'When did that rusty spike run through your finger?’ interrogated a worried Mary.

‘5am’, Jesus confessed.

'That’s over 12 hours ago. Why didn't you come to mommy as soon as it happened, my baby boy Jesus?’.

'I had to finish up my chores! Mary! Mother of God! I am almost 16, I have to man up!’

'Yeah, you were going to “man up” until your right hand almost fell off!  You men and your Giant Egos!

And she continued to admonish him:

‘You could've gotten some painkillers and antibiotics 10 hours ago. How did this accidental injury better itself by you Ego tripping with false pride, cursing yourself and further punishing your throbbing injured thumb?’

'OUCH!! It's really throbbing now! God Almighty!  My God! My God!’ Jesus screamed.

‘Christ, Jesus H. Christ?’ Dr. Lazarus’s nurse called out.

'That’s me, mother Mary. Hurry, let’s go!’

After Nurse Magdalene gave him his Tetanus Shot, Penicillin shot and painkillers, Jesus was so ecstatic and overjoyed he exclaimed  

‘I love you Mary!! I mean, I love you mom!!

Then Jesus’s gentle mother Mary chided and lectured::

 ‘Next time before you “man up”, accept the fact that, as a mortal being prone to injury and death, you may need a Tetanus Shot to prevent Lockjaw, Penicillin to ward off bacterial infections and painkillers to put an end to insufferable torture. Before you learn to  “man up” you should learn that it takes a man to  accept that there is no shame in preventing, reducing or ending  needless suffering or lending an ear to well worn but battle hardened wisdom, from your dear ole' mom’.

‘Mom?’

‘Yes, son?’

‘Now I know’.

‘Know what, son?’

‘Now I know. Let's leave it at that’

Ego Tripping Part I.II: Ego Delusions of Grandeur

‘Here, honey, have some more of your favorite Green Tea. Would you like one or two spoonfuls of Camel milk? It will help your thumb heal faster’, mother Mary offered Jesus, as she sipped hers.

‘Dora! Dora! Where are you Doraa!!’, Jesus yelled out in the twilight of the late evening.

It seems Dora had eaten through her ties and gone exploring again.

‘Jaycee, is that you? Are you okay?’

‘Oh.  Hi Mary Mag! Dora ran off again’

‘How is your thumb?’

‘Much much better! Thanks again for nursing it back to health!’

‘It's the least I could do, after all, it was all my fault’

‘Nah! It was just me being clumsy again. Can I tell you a secret, but you have to promise me you won't tell a soul?’

‘Ooh, a juicy secret! Ok! Cross my heart and hope to die! Tell me!?’, begged Mary Mag, salivating.

‘I am God. Well, technically, The Son of God’, announced Jesus triumphantly. 

‘Jaycee, seriously? Has mother Mary been over indulging you with her spiked Green Tea again?’ Said Mag, as she rolled her eyes at Jesus.

‘“Spiked Green Tea?”.  Oh. You mean her Camel milk spiced Green Tea?’

‘Whatever’, said Mary under her breath.

‘Well, she says it will help my thumb heal faster’, as “God”  stared embarrassingly at his bandaged right thumb sticking out of a sling.

‘Jaycee. Seriously. You are a god, you are a god with a sore right thumb?’ as her quizzically rolling eyes seemed to be questioning Jesus’s sanity.

'I swear! It's The Gospel Truth! I am God!  It's hard to explain but I can't be an immortal being on Earth. I can only live an earthly existence as a mortal being. I can't be God living an earthly existence’, stated Jesus, as he explained, tortuously. 

‘Even if this is true, and I believe you believe you are a god . . .’

‘No, Mary Mag, not  “a god”,  God’.

‘. . . Ok.  “God” . . .’ 

said Mary Mag, now not quite sure if she wanted to  burst out laughing or burst into tears. Then she continued . . .

'Okay, Jaycee, since you claim to be Thou Devine Spook, Thee Holy Ghost With The Most,The Essence in the Machinery of Reality, tell me what I am thinking now?’  

Challenged Mary. And then she said to herself:

“Jaycee, I love you dearly, but you are a big, silly EGO MANIAC!!”

‘You just don't get it. Go ahead, Mary, tease all you want’, said Jesus, disappointed.

'Ooh! Boohoo hoo! Did I bruise your itty bitty littie ego, Jaycee my little sweetie pie?’ as she pinched his dimpled left cheek, but then she felt terrible for continuing to tease Jesus. Then she added:

‘. . . Even so, right now you are living a mortal existence and right now you are suffering mortal pain. You can't deny the reality of that sore throbbing right thumb. Accept the fact you are experiencing mortal agony.  You can't deny it. You said it yourself: “It hurts like the Dickens!”,  Mary said, pointedly.

'So you believe me, Mary; that I am both mortal and immortal?’

‘Well . . . I can believe that God, The Essentially Immortal, may also appear as mortal, if he chooses. Let's just say it's possible but that doesn't mean I necessarily believe in you! However, I take it you are saying you are God of Heaven living on Earth as Jaycee, that is, a mortal being’.

'BINGO, Mary Mag: The Essentially Immortal but mortal in appearance. Mag,  at first I imagined I was dreaming but now I know I was amnesic. Now I know what and who I am. OUCH! OUCH!! Boy! This thumb is really starting to throb again! Got any Percs on you?', inquired  "God",  with His outstretched Left Hand, of Nurse Magdalene.

  

What is the moral of this story? It's about how a poorly developed, immature or psychologically impaired ego can be a source of needless suffering. When Jaycee says his thumb is just “a little sore”, while it throbs, and “slightly swollen” when it's ballooning, this is his immature ego preventing him from accepting the reality of the situation.  When you say you can do it all by yourself, that you have all the answers and that you have no needs that anybody can help you fulfill, this is a psychologically impaired ego placing you in a state of denial. When ego distortions prevent you from looking reality in the eye and accept the actual situation, and suggest you don't need help from your family, friends, your community and you can go it alone, it may become a source of unnecessary suffering.  When his immature teenage ego, admonishes Jaycee, “Man up, stop being a mama's boy”, his ego is misconstruing his mother’s unconditional love as maternal smothering. Jaycee confiding to Mary Magdalene that he is God living on Earth as the mortal, Jaycee, may  or may not be an egoistic Delusion of Grandeur of a boy with a psychologically impaired ego. If Jaycee's core belief is that god lives in him and that God may speak truth through him, this conviction is shared with the greater majority of humanity. However, Jaycee's conviction that he is God may or may not be a Delusion of Grandeur. Undoubtedly, God appearing in Earthly human form as Jesus Christ is the most supreme expression of exalted compassion for humanity.

In the grand scheme of things, each of us is in essence a consciousness, a spirit, and all that you are seeing, hearing, touching, tasting and smelling is a model of reality your brain, mind and consciousness are creatively reproducing. You might think and feel, and it might appear, that you are directly looking out at The Statue of Liberty that's out there in the real physical landscape but in actuality what you are seeing is in your mind; you are a conscious awareness looking at a mind-generated "Statue of Liberty"  not the material Statue of Liberty out there in reality. You and this "Statue of Liberty"  only exist in the mind and within consciousness. You are essentially a conscious awareness. The consciousness reality model is a copy of the real landscape with a model person representing consciousness called a "Persona". A Persona is you, me, etc. living in this model  "real world"; our physical bodies exist and live in the actual material real world but we don't! We live in a brain-mind-generated reality landscape that we say is the  "real world".  This model person, referred to as "Consciousness's Persona", lives and experiences a model of physical reality reproduced by his or her consciousness. This model might be comparable to doll people like Barbie & Ken living in a Barbie & Ken doll house that is modeling a real physical landscape and physical house "out there". Just like Barbie & Ken, what you and I are living and experiencing is actually not the real world directly but a model representation in the mind of material reality (and this is the only "reality" we are privy to!).

I am a consciousness; you are a consciousness having experiences as a Persona. The Persona is you, me, Mary living in a landscape of consciousness. The Ego exists within your Persona. The objective and subjective experiences within your consciousness come into being, persist and pass away according to their internal logic, and this is the reality of each of us. For example subjective experiences: happiness happens and don't happen; sadness happens and don't happen of their own accord (as I am sure you know, both are on a continuum with happiness and sadness on opposite ends). These subjective facts of life just happen and don't happen as part of our living experiences. When you find yourself worrying about happiness (not lasting) and sadness (not going away) this is the ego telling you, Persona (you , me, Mary), that you should worry because your happiness will not last and sadness will return. The truth is, happiness and sadness happens and worrying about these facts will not prevent their occurrence and their impact on you. Instead of spending your time in useless worry, you do what you need to reduce their impact while they run their course. When sadness comes it comes, and then it goes. Worry will not stop it from running its course. Then there are the objective facts of life experience that comes to you (you=mind), as you interact with the external world through the body you call Mary. When it rains you don't worry; you put on your raincoat and/or umbrella and get on with your life. If you worry about it snowing or snow piled high in your driveway, like your ego commands, instead of accepting that snow happens, it will distract you from doing what you know you need to: Put on your snow outfit, plow the snow from the driveway and go to work! More often than not Consciousness’s Persona identifies with the ego. As Persona maybe lost in Consciousness’s subjective and objective landscape it may be easily subject to ego delusions which is the main source of Persona (you/our/Mary/my) suffering.

The  Ego. The False God.

Normally the ego is an integral part of one's personality and a healthy part of the psychological makeup. The ego assists in regulating goals and works to help Consciousness successfully negotiate around and work through mental and emotional obstacles. Consciousness is the Executive Power within the psyche, and The Ego is one of its Executive Assistants; Consciousness evolves good order from its internal logic and the ego is one of its important managers.

The ego normally functions as Consciousness allows. However, The ego can become abnormally psychologically unhealthy. Here is a description of one of its many psychological disorders, the God Complex disorder known as Delusion of Grandeur:

For The Ego, there is only One God, That is, The Ego. Everybody else is mere dispensable peons that The Ego deigns to barely acknowledge. The Ego knows The Ego is The Absolute Superior One. The Ego knows there is nothing that stands above The Ego. The Ego boldly claims it is the cure-all-know-it-all.

The healthy ego is aware of its capabilities and limitations, and knows its relative strengths, weaknesses and significance within the hierarchy of the psyche, including its position as an Executive Assistant of Consciousness. The ego is allowed to exercise its autonomy. The ego is not an unimportant dimension of the psychological makeup. However sometimes the ego becomes overblown and transmogrifies itself into a false god and at such times,  if its not reigned in no uncertain terms, it may become the source of needless suffering.

The Ego and The ER

St. Joseph's Medical Center's ER is a healthcare delivery unit. The hospital ER usually begins the initial efforts needed to help the patient return to her normal state of health. Here is a health vignette:

The diabetic patient's glucose is high, causing Ill health. The healthcare service team works with the diabetic to normalize her blood glucose levels. From the perspective of the individual ego, let's call her Winsome; she is a nurse working to assist her patient regain control of her blood sugar. Winsome is one of the principal specialist healthcare providers. A nurse's professional responsibilities to the diabetic patient include performing glucose finger sticks and administering a battery of other diabetic tests and treatments. Winsome’s individual contributions to her diabetic patient are many and varied. The patient has an endocrine derangement requiring management by a team of specialists, and the nurse, Winsome, is an indispensable specialist member.

At the end of the day Winsome document's her report in the diabetic's chart:

"My patient had a blood glucose level of 2000. My patient was Hyperkalemic with a dangerously high potassium level of 8. My patient's acetone was moderate to high. My patient was in a state of Diabetic Ketoacidosis. My patient was in a state of severe dehydration. I administered Normal Saline solution. I administered intravenous insulin. I rechecked my patient's glucose by finger sticks every hour. My patient's blood glucose at this time is normalized at 80. My patient's acetone is negative. My patient is in stable condition. My patient requires education about diabetes. My patient will be admitted for a hospital stay for 2 to 3 days."

Winsome’s chartings concerning the care of this "New Onset Diabetes" patient may give the wrongful impression that this individual, Winsome, is the one performing all the many individual care steps required to manage this case of “Uncontrolled Diabetes Mellitus” . Look at all those "I's” and "Mys" again.

Of course, give credit where credit is due. This Winsome individual (ego) did display good judgement and important individual diabetic care. Winsome is a part of the ER experience. Winsome is a creative member of the healthcare team. Winsome belongs to the essence in which the health restoring experiences and the health rejuvenating generators of these healing sciences and healing arts are contained. If Winsome had an overblown ego she would trumpet her diabetic care performances as the unequaled work of "SUPER NURSE!!”. However, Winsome well knows that the good management that helped the diabetic restore her good health necessarily had to involve a collective team approach.

Here lies the problem with The Ego. The Ego often neglects to mention

*The Registrars

*The Housekeepers

*The Dieticians

*The Techs

*The Security Team

*The Transporters

*The Volunteers, etc. The Ego neglects the whole team and focuses all the laurels almost exclusively on the ego.

The Ego in a disordered God Complex psychological state of Delusion of Grandeur will puff herself up larger-Than-Life. On the rare occasions when her ego becomes a run-amok-god, Winsome will need to reign in her ego, in no uncertain terms.

Ego Delusion and The Goodbody

Let's follow a bite of an apple in a dessert as it is digested and absorbed throughout Winsome's good body: let's watch:

Winsome's eyes are hungrily riveted on the Macintosh Apple looking deliciously inviting among the cherries, mangoes, and grapefruits sitting in the fruit basket as her brains conveniently fails to notice the Caesar Salad Bowl containing lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes smothered in thick blue cheese condiments. Winsome's mouth begins to salivate like a Pavlovian dog's. "CRUNCH!! Her teeth rips and tears into the juicy Apple. As her appetite wets, her tongue savors the tasty morsel. Her salivary gland oozes digestive juices as the tongue sweetly caresses the Macintosh. The mouthful descends from her throat through the esophagus and splashes into the belly of Winsome's stomach. Hydrochloric acids, lactose, lipase and pepsin roll up their sleeves and go to work teasing out its juicy nutrients. The Apple's proteins, fats and sugars are liberated and slowly meander downward through the gut where more food processing is done. Some of its proteins release their Amino Acids, and the fats and the carbohydrates give up their rich stores of fatty acids and glucose. With the help of assorted enzymes, the bounty of nutrients is carried through Winsome's blood vessels and ferries into the bloody traffic coursing through Winsome's veins. These convoys finally reach their organ, tissue and cell destinations where the nutrient needs of all the biological systems including those of the heart, liver, kidney, brains and the rest of The Goodbody are met.

The Ego is the spokes person of The Goodbody Congress. The Ego is the Executive Assistant to The Executive Branch of The Goodbody. The Ego sends his report by a bicycle courier to The Goodbody's Executive Power. The Ego also posted it on The World Wide Web. Consciousness, The Elected President of The Goodbody's Executive Branch, pores over the report. The report reads:

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Goodbody Congress and honored guests; welcome! Due to my steadfast leadership, I can say without fear of contradiction that the state of The Goodbody remains well. Congratulations are in order! Thank you! Under my inspired directorship, The Goodbody ship made it through stormy seas to safe harbors. Again, high praises are in order. I am humbled. Thank you, thank you, and I especially thank the cells of The Goodbody for their trust, faith and confidence in me. I stand before you behind this podium humbled; I am not worthy. Feel free to give a round of applause. Thank you! Thank you! I cannot begin to thank you enough!”

   

As the president reads, The Ego's "State of The Goodbody" report goes on for ten thousand pages. Noticeably, almost no credit is given to The Goodbody's Congress. Even worse, only condescendingly little recognition was given to the work of the average cell of The Goodbody. One could not help but notice that pages after pages were dedicated to the work of The Ego. Leaf after leaf of wads of pages were filled with "I did this and that", and "My Directorship" was especially needed here, there and everywhere for those and these accomplishments, etc., as if without The Ego nothing would ever get done. A lot of ordinary folk tweeted that in reality they did not even see The Ego around anywhere working or directing any work and wondered how he could take credit for doing next to nothing. Some even said The Goodbody and her cells could do well without this "egomaniac!"

After surveying and pondering the reasonable opinions of the cells of The Goodbody, Consciousness decided to launch an investigation that would dig deep into The Department of The Executive Assistant Branch of the cells's Goodbody. Low and behold, the investigation reported that The Ego is never around. No one knows where he is; he is almost always missing from meetings concerning Executive Assistant Branch affairs. There were even whispers that the widely held belief in The Goodbody that The Ego is the "Ghost in the Machine", the spiritual essence keeping the machinery alive is one of The Ego's grand delusional rumors sustained by The Ego. Some rumors wondered whether or not "The Ego even exists".

After polling the opinions of more than a hundred trillion cells of The Goodbody, Consciousness, The Chief Executive and President, concluded that The Ego claim of leadership might just be a delusion after all. Consciousness, The Executive Power of The Goodbody stated:

"The Ego is hardly if ever seen at The Executive Assistant Department. The sitings of The Ego doing work are similar to the thousands of Big Foot sitings. Investigators looked into every nook and cranny. Some investigators say they have seen The Ego  working. However, when pressed for proof all they ever come up with are uncorroborating eyewitness testimonials. An overwhelming amount of these "eyewitness reports" are either very creative fakes or the figments of the imagination."

Consciousness concluded:

"The investigation regarding the leadership role of The Ego remains inconclusive".

However, many are still not convinced. Like so many Big Foot Believers, obsessed 'Ego True Believers' will tell you 'Watch, wait and see, The Ego is out there somewhere"