A Zenless Ken

Preface

I am not perfect. Nobody is. We all make mistakes and are guilty of some form of bad in one form or another. I personally have made more mistakes than I can count. I might never get it right. But that doesn’t discount the words I write.

I write these words in this manuscript with a message for all who seek meaning and purpose in life. That is not to say that I have all the answers. I don’t. I have a dream though. It’s the same dream others have had in the past. It’s a dream many have been slaughtered in their attempt to share this dream.

To that end, I offer this preface. Long in my childhood have I searched for the meaning of life. At a very young age I began getting beaten ritualistically until I learned to hate. I dismissed God and swore him off. I didn’t stop believing, or perhaps I did, but in either case, I wanted nothing to do with Him. In my mind, he was as evil as the devil himself. The about a decade ago I came face to face with the devil himself.

The devil takes many forms, so recognizing him is as tricky as ignoring his temptations. But in meeting Satan, I realized God did exist. That of course begged the question of why. Why God? Well God answered. She said I was her strongest. I was the only one who was strong enough to remain good and not become the next Hitler giving the punishment I endured.

But that’s not what this book is about. This book isn’t about me and my son story of woe is me and look what happened. This is the story about you. Yes, it begins with me, but that is just the prelude to help you appreciate the story about you. This is your book. I wrote this to help you remember how much God loves you and how much you love God. And make no mistake, you do love God. God is the eternal mother that blesses us all with her majesty.

But this story is not about God or religious. This is more of a sutra. A discussion on our own nature as humans in an unforgiving world where the rules continually change to ensure our own oppression. Religion is for the masses. It is the bread and circus that comforts us to sleep at night so the horrors of reality do not shorten our lifespans by keeping us awake for unhealthy lengths of time.

But this is not just a sutra. This is my story. This is my fiction. This is my imagination spun into a dynamic reversal of our lone search for meaning. There is no search for meaning. Not anymore anymore. Here lies the answer. Here lies the cure. I am your cure, but I’ll get to that soon enough. In the interim, stop scratching your ear, that’s weird that everyone does that when they read that sentence, right? And focus on the big picture I offer you.

One of the things you’ll learn about me is that I claim to write fiction, but it becomes blatantly apparent that I am not a fiction writer by any stretch of the imagination. What I offer you is far from fiction. But it might not necessarily be fact either. It all depends on how you interpret reality and perceive your own existence in this world.

We all have a destiny, and mine was set before me with little choice in the matter. Sometimes, I wish I never learned to read or write, but that’s both stupid and untrue. What I really wish for is peace on Earth. And no, I’m neither a beauty queen nor dreamer; my wish is rather selfish in its purpose, and later I’ll explain that when we delve into the ideal retirement plans.

But yes, I look forward to peace. I believe it is attainable, and I believe America has the power to do so much good in the world, that planets with more evolved life forms on them will look upon us with envy and marvel st our magnificence if we could simply stop teaching bad and teach our children good, but we’ll circle back to that later.

What’s important now is that we understand our place in the world. We understand how much we mean to each other and how much we mean to ourselves. It’s important to understand that I am just a man, and a broken man at that. Technically, given the damage I’ve sustained over the years, I shouldn’t even be able to think straight. What I should do, is sit like a vegetable with tubes helping me breathe and feeding me a liquid substance of nutrition to sustain my life, but someone had other plans for me, and for some reason, I was chosen to deliver this message to you.

I hope you find this book as inspiring as it is alarming. There are sinister forces at work all around us. But there is also good things all around us. Some are easier to see for other people than others. Some see bad. Some see good. Perception determines reality. My perception is that we are all inherently good people. We mean to do the best, to do what’s right, but sometimes we just don’t know what right is.

I wrote this book as a sequel to my previous book, but it’s far from that. It has evolved into something different, and as you get to the later chapters, you will see the evidence of that for yourself.

Along the way, I hope to break you free of the manipulation tactics that keep you from breathing freedom into your lungs as God intended. There is no place in heaven for robots who’s programming can be so easily, well, manipulated. That’s not to say I am some master manipulator. I am a robot just like you. But God loves us. And with that comes the opportunity for faith, which we shall delve deeper into later in the book.

What I offer you is this: a chance at redemption. Put down the rifles and pick up a book. Put down the poisons and pick up a flower. Put down the finger you point at others and pick up a mirror. Look into yourself and ask yourself this: am I the person I promised myself I would become? If the answer is yes, then either you promised yourself you would become a bar person, and that has to change, or the answer is no, and that has to change.

I hope you enjoy this book, but more so, I hope you enjoy the finale, which is a whole section dedicated to a Sutra in the name of our Creator. I do not claim to be divine by any stretch of the imagination. Lord knows I am infallible to say the least. But where imperfections lie, so too does uniqueness, which leads to wisdom. You cannot grow wise if you are an exact clone of millions of others. There is no room for wisdom there. Wisdom lies in our errors, in our mistakes. True wisdom comes from love, but that is only one ingredient of wisdom. While love itself may be comprised of many different ingredients itself, it too has the power to incorporate itself, at least partially, in the roots of other virtues.

As an author, I often argue with myself as to what belongs in a manuscript and what serves no purpose. What leads the story to a conclusive ending and what steers it away from the plot line unfolding before the audience? What decides if something is a book or just a bunch of sentences thrown together? The answer is you. You decide. But in order for that to be true, you must understand the author’s intentions, and that is something I may never share.

Happy reading my new friend. This is your book, our journey, and everybody’s fault. (That will make sense later.). I never break a promise, so I’m quite hesitant to make one, especially so early in a novel, but I will offer you this: wherever there is crime, there is a reason, and I promise you that the crimes described in this book all had a reason, whether valid or not. And whether or not we understand those crimes is what separates us from the predators threatening our peace. But understanding the reasons, that separates us from ourselves. And when we can disengage our emotions and strive for excellence, we can also better our footprints for our prosperity to marvel upon.

Copyrights

(c) 2019 All Rights Reserved

Papoose Doorbelle Publishing

The contents of this manuscript are protected by national and international copyright laws. Any duplication, transmission, citation, or distribution of the contents of this book, in part or in whole, are strictly prohibited without the express written permission of the author (not you), who retains copyrights for infinite time throughout the known universe and then extended passed that.

2011 Queens Psychotic

2018 Am I God, Gobland?

2019 A Zenless Ken

Dedication

This manuscript is dedicated to my family. I love you brother and sister and that dude over there.

That is all.

Acknowledgement

Special thanks goes out to the people behind Smashwords, without witch my books would have never seen the light of day. They are diligent, fair, honest, charitable, and noble people with a great product and an even greater calling.

To that end, a special thanks goes out to an author by the name of Irene Smith, who not only introduced me to Smashwords, but has been a beacon for me to illuminate my path before me. Her words are kind and her mind creative and brilliant. She remains an inspiration to me, and should be to us all.

Finally, I’d like to acknowledge the little people who played the Oompa Loompas in Charley and the Chocolate Factory. I don’t think they get enough credit for the work they did, and frankly, I’m tired of them being overlooked for casting roles in superhero movies. They’re just as big (hearted) and physically fit (inside of small objects) as any of us.

Disclaimer

This tale is neither true nor false; it hangs in the balance of the neither regions between black and white, good and bad, fiction and fantasy, and so on. To call it true would be a fallacy, but to call it fiction would likewise be untrue. So what is true? What is true is that where fiction ends and where fact begins is a very thin line. To that end, I walk the line.

Any claims or references to actual people, places, things, etc. etc. are purely coincidental and in no way validate, affirm, or prove any actions, statements, or mix of those two by any said persons, places, or things. Furthermore, any declarations to the contrary within the context of the text that follows is purely imaginary or fictitious in nature and should in no way be considered true, valid, factual, believable, or otherwise non-fiction.

Finally, any exact references to already existing and known proper nouns are purely for referential purposes only and should not be considered verification or proof of any of the surrounding claims or statements made within said context. To that end, readers should consider any facts contained within this document as purely fictional in nature despite the truth and factual nature of said facts. Further to that point, one should not misconstrue the fiction of the material contained herein as in any means not true nor false. Finally, any non-factual information provided in the following is purely the result of an inability to digest the... all right; that’s enough shenanigans.

Toast in Rhyme

To those who stand with me against evil; because we stand for truth, those against us oppose God’s providence. Bring them to the light, so they can see just how they make no sense. The evidence, intense and dense, put to the test, a single bless we now confess, this shits a mess.

Special Tribute

I’d like to offer a special tribute in memory of my great master, GG. He was unaware, or perhaps unconcerned, with my background in Zen and Buddhism, and allowed me to blossom (read: propel) my training beyond the boundaries of physical limitations, furthering my skills and talents far passed the hopes I had set beforehand or the distance he had hoped I would be able to achieve. Thank you sir. I know there is a place in your heart for me, and for that, I am eternally grateful for your love and may never understand why you showed me so much compassion. In this life and the next, we shall forever be intertwined in our realities as brothers, family, and friends.

Table of Contents

Preface

Copyrights

Dedication

Acknowledgement

Disclaimer

Toast in Rhyme

Special Tribute

Nothing is Everything is Nothing

Doing The Lords Work

Where Am I?

Aliens

HiS Attempts

Ageless

Illuminated

Deja View

The Good

Pitty Patt Slap

PAUSE. JOLLYTIME. END PAUSE.

Not Even A Dollah

Why Louie 8

Blue Box

Back To The Lab

When It Rains, It Pours

PAUSE EDIE DISTRACTION

Recall

It Ain’t Me, Bub

Why So Serious?

Hell’s Bells

Fucken Jersey

Because I’m Bad!

Grace Sutra

Back to that Shithole

Age of Enlightenment

Forget Zen

Leave Us

Repentance

Encountering Evil

About the Author

Nothing is Everything is Nothing

Before you are born, you are free.

Doing The Lords Work

When you are born, there is a moment right before birth where your travels from a different plane of reality transform your spiritual form into a physical awareness and materialize your divinity in the form of energy by way of a portal so that the two can coexist with the body you have attained and agreed to embody prior to descending from the higher levels of the heavenly hierarchy. Remember? Do you remember agreeing to be contained in the body you now possess? Do you remember signing a contract? No? Doesn't matter, but if we could all collectively stop complaining, he would be eternally grateful. Truth is, we’re actually just robots built by Satan, but we can circle back to that later.

So what did happen when you were born? Let me address that question quite simply. You were recycled. You were extinguished, then relit like a fire that sparks back to life in eternal damnation. See? We circled back. Okay, that doesn’t really explain much. Fair enough; I’ll explain more later. Here, here in hell, we are damned. We are the damned. We were sentenced to an eternity to hell. Right? No, not at all; that is wrong. We weren’t sentenced