Matthetes smiled as he jingled his new gods, jumbling them in his
pockets like a
potpourri of coins and marbles.
His Dad had given him his first god when he was thirteen – just a man.
His first god
was Ambition. Ambition had served him well, making him first in his
class and head
of school, landing him great job opportunities
and a bright future.
Over the years, he gave himself fully to the gods in his pocket but
worried that something was wrong.
They didn’t work anymore.
Matthetes became disillusioned with his gods, then, and threw them all
away. All his
life he’d wanted, then got, then lost, then got, then been
disappointed by, his gods.
And now they were gone.
And he felt no differently.
So he went to get the new God he’d heard about put
into his heart.
The surgery was invasive, but didn’t hurt as much as he’d anticipated.
The ritual was spooky, but it was the good‐spooky
(more mystical, less
haunting).
The alchemy was almost non‐existent, though everyone attending assured
Matthetes that a transformation had – in fact –
taken place.
As he was completely emptied out of all his Ambition,
his love for Flesh,
his addiction to
Media,
his fantasy of
Fitness and Diet and Novelty;
as his
need for the pocket gods vanished Matthetes was left with only
one
certainty in all the world.
The God in his heart would always continue to grow.
And from that central truth he took strength.
The God‐in‐his‐heart grew – and so would he.
That was the turning point – working together with the God‐in‐his‐heart,
cooperating with the God‐in‐his‐heart,
Matthetes began to learn about achievement without pride,
love without lust,
pleasure without
novelty,
health without
anxiety,
economy without
greed,
friendship
without agenda…
His whole life was different.
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