Best Leaders

The best leaders, none know that they’re even there according to Lao Tzu, a Chinese source many thousands of years old of mysterious personal lineage. Tony Benn a not quite so ancient UK past politician was keen to quote Lao Tzu on the subject of leadership, and any search engine will soon land a seeker upon quotes from both.

President Donald J. Trump does not come any where near the paragon of leadership according to Lao Tzu and Tony Benn, but he is mentioned on the Lao Tzu leadership scale that you can find on the Internet, you can orientate President Trump on the scale for yourself.

I am personally grateful to President Trump already, for I have found my inner character component that most reacts to him, that is of course therefore most like him. So, I am attending to my inner Donald J. Trump in an integrative and firmly loving way, confident that this inner work is entirely possible.

The more that my inner work is attended to, the less the impact of the klaxon blaring of the news media affects me. I am secure in the sanity of knowing that none of this mass drama is new at all in the news sense. I am returned to the topic that has been the constant thread to my work since 1997, that as Carl Jung rightly predicted in the 1930s, no change to Humanity is possible through mass governmental processes.

The vacuum of meaning in the disinformation and propaganda machinations of the global money and geopolitical theatrics is so ubiquitous that it takes a real effort of remembrance to not get sucked into the fruitless, draining handwringing that is grist to the insanity mill that is the lot of the world’s leaders.

Their insanity is the Einstein definition of imagining that if they keep doing what they’ve always done, only louder, in a more threatening manner, in a more bullying manner, with bigger bombs, better spies, more money, bigger inauguration crowds than any Emperor has ever had in the history of insecure mad leaders who say that they only want to secure power for the Fatherland, the Motherland, the Holy Land and the Temple Precincts …. for the ordinary people …. that it will actually work this time.

There is very little I can do for anyone but me, my own soul. This is what I’m told in The Qur’an, this is what President Donald J. Trump has taught me to remember. I hear the collective Shakespearian voice of the idiot, signifying nothing, the louder that the media shouts the Empire’s proclamations …. the more that I remember my inner work, the easier it is to turn the idiot’s volume down.

Unfortunately for President Trump, even though he apparently takes the Lord Jesus Christ as his Lord and saviour according to an online preacher advocate of the President, The Christ of this era, Isa the Seal of Universal Sainthood as mentioned in Islam, as mentioned of every era, is more likely to be found with the “bad dudes”, the drunks and addicts, prostitutes, the homeless, the immigrants and refugees, the orphans and the outcasts …. than He is to be found in the US President’s plotting rooms, or any other global secret plotting palace.

He will, I’m sure, have knocked on their doors to let them know that He is here, as in every era, simply as a matter of courtesy and good manners. They will have missed the call 📞, too busy on another line probably.

Context

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You may think that all is ruined
In fact everything is in exactly the perfect place.

Where were you during the Black Death
The Hundred Years War
The sacking of Baghdad by the Mongol hordes
The fall of all previous eras as mentioned in
The mine Qur’an?
We forget ourselves
We get lost in worry
This amazing new time
This amazing good fortune to be here.
What stops the boredom of the news?
What starts the excitement of your heart?

Is it that you’re sick of eating as you watch
the fat diabetes epidemic
sick of sex as you watch
the celebrity scandals sordid epic
sick of politics as you watch
their inept news repeating flick
sick of police, NHS, media, banks, 
making 1% big business tick
sick of criminals poisoning sex, food and security,
nick nick …. nick nick
Your own constitution sickened as
their Articles of Constitution fail …. to trick?

Sick of being sick?

This sickness is in exactly the right place.

When you know you’re sick you will seek a curing
When you accept that you’re ill
You’ll stop blaming yourself and others
When you hear of some other others telling of recovery
From the Stygian mountains of terror and fear
You might just be ill enough …. to hear.

Listen, listen to your need
As it sings it’s song of loss of greed
Of waking up to hope and luck
A cleaning of Augean muck ….
Listen ….

Near …. so very near.

Then act your act to a different writer
Strut your stuff to a different tune
Reach for the route to a Love reunion,
Quick, your personal path is waiting;
Before the curtain fall of rote
Audiences just another wasted Tope.