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Eat No Evil


“Never eat what you like.
Rather, eat what you know
is good for you. Great wisdom
is required here. To eat the
wrong food is to sustain pride
in its supreme folly, so that
pride food poisons not only
the body, but the soul with it.”
—Roy Masters


“Many dishes cause many diseases.
A simple diet is best.”



Preface ...........................................................................
Introduction: Back to the Garden .....................................

1    The Banquet of Life ...................................................
2    The Heartbeat of Your Troubles: Mother’s Breast ........
3    Forbidden Fruits: Life’s Elixir .....................................
4    The Way to a Man’s Heart: The Deadly Nectar ............
5    The Jaded Palate ........................................................
6    Food: The Beloved Tyrant ..........................................
7    The Hidden Hunger ....................................................
8    The Last Supper ........................................................







       In the classic movie “The Wizard of Oz,” Dorothy finally discovers—at the very end of her long and dangerous search for a way back to Kansas—that she has always possessed the means to return home. When she learns this truth, she is astonished, dumbstruck, that so mundane and ever-present a thing as her slippers could truly be the means for her finding her heart’s desire. Did she really always have, “right under her nose” as it were, what she couldn’t obtain from great witches and wizards?
       The book Eat No Evil will leave you with much the same feeling Dorothy had when the good witch enlightened her—awestruck at the profound and unsuspected meaning and power of so ordinary a phenomenon as eating.
       Indeed, food is the most familiar of all man’s activities, and the one he suspects least of harboring a great cosmic mystery.
        Eat No Evil is reminiscent of a good murder mystery. The super sleuth solves the baffling case by fingering the butler, the familiar and seemingly innocent person least suspected by everyone else. So does author Roy Masters expose man’s relationship with his food as the unsuspected, ancient origin of man’s problems. He shows exactly how people’s hang-ups with food are directly connected to all their other problems.


Roy Masters writes in a way that has become his hallmark—he allows the discerning reader to test and discover for himself the truth of what he says. For if what is written on these pages is true, then there will be a deep down recognition of that truth in the reader.
       The average person walks through the supermarket in a semi-dreamlike state, mind floating merrily along with the ever present Muzak, cart bumping into those of other entranced shoppers. Unconscious suggestions carefully planted in the mind by television commercials now surface to do their work, controlling the shopper’s buying “decisions.”
       Maybe you’re more aware than that. Perhaps you notice that the aisles of cakes, cookies, and sodas that once seemed so tempting to you now are unexciting, even repulsive. In fact, you probably notice as you stroll through the store looking for something decent to eat, that about 95 percent of what is sold as food today is not even fit to eat.
       Yet, even if you are aware enough to know that it is important to “eat right,” and have read about every diet known to man, you are still less than halfway there. To eat right, says Masters, you must get right. And to help you attain to that end, no stone is left unturned in this book. Unlike all other books on diet, this one tells you, not what to eat, but exactly why you have always had problems with food. Once you resolve the underlying traumas, eating right is as easy as…pie.

        â€”David Kupelian
            Managing Editor, WorldNetDaily.com


Back to the Garden


       If you had been born, say, two thousand years ago, you wouldn’t need this book. You would be sustaining yourself naturally by eating all the right foods. But, alas, you were born in the twentieth century, as if in a cage, a bleak environment of steel and concrete and supermarket-processed food. Need I say more about the devitalized, bran-stripped junk you are eating?
       So now it behooves you to thread your way back through the maze of food traumas and conditioning to discover what God intended you to do with the natural bounty he provided.
       Food is to the intestines what truth is to the spirit. In both cases, we must keep a clean house. The problem is that a wrong person cannot possibly eat right food. You will see that the primary emphasis is on the spiritual weaknesses that led you into temptation in the first place. Bear in mind that you must get right to eat right.
       Somehow we all know subconsciously that eating the right foods will inhibit the power of our willfulness. Holy men of ancient times fasted because they knew it was the only way to weaken their souls’ resistance to God’s will and power. Food abuse is the very elixir of pride, and to the present time is sustained by it. The same can be said of sex abuse.
       Sex, the lower animal form of love, is awakened by the food sin, and as it is used to sustain the fallen ego, darker


perversities appear as temptations to be indulged. From here to eternity, the egos of men ravage the earth, seeking to stroke themselves with pleasure, and they are ruined in the process. The abuse of food and the ravaging of women lead to the ruination of man in everything he does.
       If it is true that wrong (forbidden) food was the basis of the ruination of man, and if it is true that the trauma of it awakened the dark side of his nature, then he ought to find empirical evidence of a food/sex connection in his continuing fall from grace. This is to say that if we could somehow be absolved, saved from our fallen state, we could then begin to eat sensible food, food that is good for us and compatible with our bright natures. We could begin to eschew the fancy concoctions that sustain our rebellion against God to be a god, and our gross sensuality should gradually diminish to the point where man, the dying, propagating beast, becomes the regenerating, eternally-living being, the being that God created in His own image.
       Perhaps very, very subconsciously we human beings already know that our willful spirit needs food and sex excesses in order to survive as the god over all we survey; and that is why we are unable (unwilling) to give up our exotic ego-animal-sustaining indulgences. Can you see why anything stolen or forbidden is attractive and sexually stimulating? Junk food is a drug and an aphrodisiac.
        If we could detect and free ourselves from the original trauma, we would thereby become enabled to make right choices. And if we then chose to eat of the tree of life, sensible, non-ego-reinforcing foods, we would then, once


more, be evolving in accordance with our Creator’s will, incorporating His identity into ours, forever growing in Him and He in us. His spirit in our soul and His food in our body add up to life eternal.
       The meditation exercise will bring you back, through repentance, to the original threshold of obedience to God’s plan, a state of innocence in which you will be saved and enabled to make right choices. Before, you were under a compulsion to sin, to eat willfully and wrongly, and to tempt and abuse one another sexually, to mutate and evolve a living hell on earth and in yourselves. Before, even though you had always known about the pitfalls of temptation, and you knew you should resist them, you could do nothing but give in, with full knowledge of the harm you were doing to yourself and to others. Don’t you see how the unregenerate ego sees food? It perceives food, as well as all forbidden immoral adventures, as the elixir of true life (that’s living, man!), a moral support, a savior and a comforter, through which man polarizes his attitude pridefully to sustain his separation from God to be god and purge himself of guilt.
       Pride proclaims its rebellion continually in all its sinful relationships. The proud man can have nothing but a wrong relationship with everything, beginning with food and mother and ending in women, alcohol, and drugs.
       The first symptom of his fall to original sin that a man notices is a gross thickening of the flesh and the awakening of puzzling and often embarrassing sexual lust. He becomes acutely aware of why mankind’s need to clothe itself started with the fig leaf. Having fallen first to the charms of


forbidden food, he now falls under the spell of forbidden sexual experiences. They build up his pride to such a pitch that he loses all consciousness of what these sexual experiences are doing to him. He feels like a conquering hero as he goes from one conquest to another, totally unaware that in the process, he is becoming either a cowardly, angry wimp or a violent, woman-violating brute. He feels himself to be the monarch of all he surveys (pollutes), and the king can do no wrong.
       The kind of man who hungers for such knowledge pressures a woman unmercifully to give herself up to his use of her. Prideful men feel that the only way they can “complete” themselves is by violating women for their ego gratification. The women who give in to their blandishments do so from a love/hate compulsion and get their revenge by making the men’s lives, and those of their children, a misery.
       So you see, there is no future in food and sex abuse. It leads only to a downward transcendence of self, to endless pain and perversions. Each gratified perversion “saves” us from the pain of guilt and awakens new, stranger sensations that drive us to seek out kinkier partners for kinkier sex all the way to hell.
       It simply does not pay to see food and sex as our “personal savior.” To do so sets into motion a devolution process, evidenced by our faulty relationships and the awakening of ever lower desires. It is the way the prideful soul, thinking itself to be good, evolves the body of the beast. The soul, descending through layer upon layer of fleshly self as it wakens to his lust, in and beyond the female form, cries


out to the original spirit, the essence, the nectar of the serpent, whose appeal to his pride set him on this downward path.
       But the father of all prideful beings is the devil himself. If we carry this process to its ultimate conclusion, we will never know God, but we may discover the truth of our having cohabited with Satan in the spirit if we dare to look in the mirror of reality, where we will see that we have been transformed in his image. Having spiritually cohabited with Satan, we have been made over in his imperfectly perfect image, and we are living in the “heaven” of his hell, having become “one” with the father of the netherworld. Here, at the end of our prideful progression, we are free only from the truth.
       The ego of the carnal self, desperate to know itself as god, requires woman to add something of her own concoction to the food she offers him, and to allow him the unqualified right to debase and ravage her body. Through the abuse of each other and food, we try to sustain the illusion that we are the lords of the universe, masters of all we survey. The carnal man, to maintain his illusion of supremacy, seeks ever “better” food and “better” women; and all the while, he is altering and degrading their value and purposes through his sick uses of them on his downward journey toward self-destruction.
       The more we deny God to be god (always right, never wrong), the more deeply we will involve ourselves with the people, places, pleasures, and intrigues that will surely kill us in the end.


       But, luckily for us, we do not have to die to know hell. After sating ourselves on so many of these forbidden delights, we do make contact with that loathsome reality beyond the natural senses, even though, in our rebellious state, wrong always looks right to us and right, wrong. God has built into our internal guidance system provision for a change of course. Life is a journey up or down in terms of the values beyond the material realm. The soul stands between two dimensions and is allowed enough freedom of choice to “sin” itself into a corner, where it must repent and cry out, “God, what have I done?”
       Fortunate are those who see the folly of taking the low road in the first place, those for whom each morning means a fresh commitment to good for goodness’ sake; but souls such as these are rare. Most of us fall in line behind the tempter and refuse to wake up until we can no longer avoid seeing the awful truth of our condition and must scream out in pain for deliverance.
       Let us take another look at the role food plays in our human dilemma. Have you noticed how the very act of eating makes you more aware of yourself as a sexual being? Do you realize that with every bite you are unconsciously and compulsively killing yourself? Eating isn’t the only trauma that affects you this way. It is simply the most basic and apparently natural. But any trauma, whether it is getting caught in a lie, flying into a rage, playing hooky from responsibility—any trauma will awaken in you a troublesome sexual desire.
       Now, if there is a sin/sex connection, and if the sin


entered through the food, then it follows that the very act of eating to keep the body and soul alive could be doing double duty by sustaining the sin of pride and sexuality at the same time. Of pride, let me say that it is a sentence of death; and of sex, it is the evidence of the descent of our ego into mortal flesh, where it now perpetuates itself genitally, whereas in a more glorious past, it perpetuated itself by regeneration of the soul.
       How then can we separate pride and death from sinning through food? We have to eat. There’s no question about that. But how can we eat without sin? How can we overcome pride and guilt without starving ourselves? Might we possibly eat our way back almost to paradise?
       Before I answer that question, let’s explore the dynamics of the fall more deeply; perhaps the means of salvation will suggest itself to your innermost mind without words.
       If I were the devil, wanting to control you by your addiction to sin, I would inject that sin into the manner of your carrying on some natural activity, and I would do it so subtly that you might not become aware that every time you engaged in that “natural” activity, you were being conditioned to sin again. And even if you caught onto the fact that you were being “had” in some way, you still wouldn’t know what to do about it. There would appear to be no way out of the dilemma.
       If, on the other hand, I were God, I would certainly provide for the possibility of your falling into the devil’s trap by devising a punishment for your defection, as well as salvation from punishment, that would appear to be terribly


complicated, almost unfathomable, despite its basic simplicity. I would require you to come home to simple reality and drop the heavy burden of pride. To the pure in heart, the way is always clear and uncomplicated. But for the prideful ones, the way is always fraught with complications and questions, an exercise in balancing this consideration against that until each cancels the other out and progress seems impossible.
       To carry our inquiry another step further, if we believe in a Creator at all, might we not suppose that He had in mind for us some natural and proper way to handle sexual desire?
       And might we not also assume that it was in man’s handling of the first sin, the food sin, that he put the reins of his earthly being in Satan’s hands and lost his way back to the natural way of relating to anything, especially to his sexuality? By eating the forbidden food, he elected to serve pride and death, and this service is the legacy that has come down to us from generation to generation.



The Banquet of Life

       A compulsion toward food, alcohol, drugs, sex—or anything at all—has its roots in pride and the terrible willfulness that pride encourages us to express as our due. After all, I’m worth it, we say, as we help ourselves to one after the other of our delicacies or forbidden delights. Then when we realize we’re hooked, we compound the problem of our addiction by reacting to our evolving symptoms as


though they were the problem. Some of us become quite adept at dramatizing our helplessness against the awful things that are happening to us. We even get our friends (fiends, that is) and an occasional do-gooder to look on us as the poor, unfortunate victim rather than the author of our own sad plight.
       Until we dare to cease our diversionary tactics and take an honest look at the real cause of our wrong relationship with the goodies (mostly “baddies,” really) of the world, we will be unable to bring about any meaningful changes in our life. First we must see that we have created the problem ourselves through our proud, egotistical willfulness. Then we must see that getting mad at the results and doing battle with them only compound the problem.
       The frustration and despair that attend our efforts to free ourselves are simply the pitiful cries of our pride as it finds itself sinking in the quicksand of its own creation. It would be better if we simply gave up and did nothing. But, unwisely, we must attack our symptoms with renewed vigor, as though the sheer force of our anger could give us control over the enemy that has enslaved us.
      Finally we must submit; before long we are wallowing hopelessly in our sick “pleasures” and seeking solace from the very people and vices that we once regarded as enemies. They are still our enemies, of course, but in our hopelessness, we do not see very clearly: in fact, we want neither to see clearly nor to have anything to do with anyone who does see clearly. Simply, no matter how much we wish to deny it, we can never completely escape the knowledge


that we are not showing ourselves in the best light when we are trapped in a compulsion. Whether flailing about in protest or simply wallowing, we are not a pretty sight. All our hang-ups follow this pattern, whether they are with people, places, things, or whatever.
       The ego doesn’t take any threat to its supremacy lightly. When it sees that it has been taken captive by a person or a vice, it seeks to turn the tables by consoling itself with whatever it can milk from the once-hated thing. Beware of the “love” that grows out of hatred or resentment! For example, something might upset you, and the tension drives you to light up a cigarette or get something to eat. You see nothing wrong with the way you have reacted—you have simply found a solution to settle your nerves (although you may be unconscious of the fact that you were doing this).
       The cigarette or the tidbit appears as a friend in need, an answer—at the very least, a cover-up—to what ailed you. But many smokes or many morsels later, it becomes apparent that the “solution” or answer to your problem has become a problem itself. Feeling betrayed and threatened, we now use anger to avoid seeing the truth, and we attack our smoking or overeating; but our resentment exerts the same power over us that the original tension which drove us to our bad habit for comfort had in the first place. So you see, getting angry at yourself is always self-defeating. That is why you must learn the basic lesson of patience and apply it in all situations.
       We get so caught up in the fight against our symptoms that we fail to see how we are feeding the problem in the


first place. Thus, our crusade against our pitiful condition becomes an excellent avoidance mechanism, and we embrace it as a shield against the truth. It’s a case of using a lesser, more socially acceptable problem to hide from a greater ego-threatening guilt. It explains why the confirmed alcoholic or “foodaholic” will not give up. He finds a kind of “social security” in his love/hate fixation.
       When food becomes a problem, it also becomes an ego challenge. Not only do we enjoy the upset, but the upset so awakens the appetite that we also enjoy eating more. The enemy has changed form. Now, instead of being upset with—say—your mother for having stuffed you to feed her own ego, you do battle with her spirit in the food that has become your love/hate hang-up. You love it—and you hate what it does to you. Food has become a way of hating, or getting close to, your mother. Food is mother and mother is food. Even after we have escaped her personal power by transferring our affections to others, the obsession with food allows us to remain connected to the mother presence that our psyche still craves.
       Food becomes the symbolic mother we will continue to need once we have escaped our own mother’s tyranny. Some of us, seeing how we have taken on our mother’s identity through our compulsion to overeat, grow to hate ourselves as a way of getting back at the mother we hate. We hate ourselves, so we eat to escape our own hatred, and the hatred drives us to eat again—a vicious cycle.
       Whenever you respond to cruelty or any challenge whatsoever with resentment, the will of the adversary gets


into you, and the violation awakens your sensuous nature. You escape by immersing yourself in your newfound false appetites. You dare not stop struggling, for if you were suddenly to become free of your hang-ups, you would be forced to come face to face with the truth. Your hate has enslaved you to mother in another form; all addictions are the result of an emotional transference, and emotion is the mother of all addictions.
       Mother (or a female-centered father) is usually the source of our pride and ambition; so whenever we encounter frustration, we feel the need to return to her or to the person or vice we have assigned to take her place—be it wife, husband, food, or drugs—for ego support and reassurance. All of our addictions are simply “stand-ins” for the spirit of mother’s milk (in terms of her emotional input). Through them, we reconnect to the source of our ego’s strength (obstinacy) and pride—little caring that the pride we seek is that which will lead to our downfall.
       Let us examine this principle from another angle. Whenever you sin—fall into conflict with God’s will—you become incapable of receiving his love, his life within you. The only reminder of his love that is left to you is the pain of your conscience, and when the pain becomes unbearable, you feel obliged to seek a kind of false deliverance in food. In this way you can hang on to your pride and preserve your selfish ego and continue to deny God. Food then serves as the forbidden fruit of Eden. Through mother, it keeps us proud and unaware of our failing. We need whatever corrupted us to sustain us in our corruption.


       If food were an original sin, we could use it to set aside God’s will in favor of a personal will; but after that we would need it again and again to keep our guilty souls from feeling guilty. Food, like drugs and drink, is used to deny truth and reinforce wrong as right.
       The reliance on food as a source of reassurance and denial is as spiritually genetic as Original Sin, infecting the entire human race and affecting them in the same way. Ambition, frustrated, makes us fall back on food for ego comfort. Even if we are successful, we feel guilty for having succeeded ambitiously, so we “celebrate” with food. Then comes the struggle. We see that we haven’t escaped from our compulsions, but have fallen under their spell more deeply.
       Let us say, for example, that hate and judgment have made you fall victim to some disease. You will, as a result, by struggling pridefully with the symptoms, give the disease the energy it needs to absorb the rest of your life. You may even enjoy sickness insofar as it enables you in a perverse way to derive a kind of ego security from wallowing in it or struggling pridefully against it. It is not unusual for a person to get so much comfort from his handicap that he becomes afraid to get well! We end up loving what we hate, and when it becomes an intolerable tyrant, we rebel by embracing another evil. We can’t seem to get far from evil and the forbidden experiences we need to exist in our pride.
       Hostility toward anything at all causes us to fall into a state of pride, in conflict with reality, and awakens in us a need for reassurance from food and sex. We maintain


contact with the seductive, reassuring spirit through contact with the bodies and food of women—their spirit and nature— thus taking on their qualities. These contacts are almost impossible for us to give up, because they permit us to exist pridefully and selfishly. They preserve and reinforce our willful existence. Please bear in mind the relationship that exists between mother’s presence and food.
       A child who will not eat is very often trying to preserve his selfhood against the force of his mother’s need to feed her own ego through the child’s enjoyment of the food she has so proudly prepared for him. If the child refuses to eat, she feels threatened and will often become so insistent that she upsets the child, causing him to take on some of her identity with every reluctant mouthful.
       Have you ever noticed how attractive food is if it’s bad (wrong) for you? Bad is “good” for the willful. It helps It to exist. Food poisons your relationship with God and paves the way for selfish ambition to exist. The sin self sees food as salvation, a spirit of false comfort. The errant soul is dependent on the forbidden woman/food experience to justify any forbidden lifestyle. The essence of life is simplicity, but the fallen ego loves to complicate things by seeing life as an intricate maze that cannot be adequately covered by any simple value system. The selfish person is therefore free to get lost in the struggle to pick his own pleasant way through the puzzle. 
       We are all seeking fulfillment through love, but unless we recognize and repent of our unique failing, we will yearn for the wrong spirit through all kinds of wrong experiences.


Wrong can become attractive and seem to be fulfilling, but what we wind up with is “foolfillment,” a fool’s paradise. You drink or overeat to deny the truth and make of the lie a foolfilling reality. This denial of truth becomes another sin, another conflict driving you to need another drink or another piece of cake or candy to forget the guilt of your compulsion, sacrificing all rationality in the process. You drink or eat yourself sick because your ego is addicted to the lie as the truth through the ritual of food or drink.
       Your problem is what I call the “mouth/sin connection.” The lie is a spiritlike nutrient to a corrupted soul, so that you eat to get at the stuff pride is made of. Your mouth is where the spirit of food enters, the doorway to a mystical experience of adventure for the wicked soul. Just let a child find out what he is not supposed to eat, and he will want it. The soul is attracted to what is wrong, because wrong reassures the wrong that is growing up inside us. Thus, we renew our ancient covenant with hell through everything we eat and drink.
       Please notice how natural, whole food from the garden rarely satisfies us. We insist that it be spiced and corrupted in accordance with the rituals of the culture we were born into.
       Do you see a basic principle at work here? Sin, through the woman/food compulsion, holds the entire human race in its subtle grasp. Once sin has made a home inside you, it must reinforce itself and grow through the very means by which it came into you. You (as It) must sin to survive. But now it is no longer you who sin, because now you are under


a new command. Your mind is no longer your own. It has deserted the command of God to become subject to God’s enemy. It is “It” that carnally hungers and thirsts for (self-) righteousness. The dark spirit is taking you over, and gradually it is becoming you.
       You yield to your thoughts just as Adam yielded to the intruder’s voice in the Garden. It is always there with you to comfort the fallen self, to raise your spirits through images of food and sex. The fallen man is imprinted with the food/woman presence. It is the god of his existence, and he must be in its presence continuously. Unto it does he pray unceasingly.
       Tease, when successful, gets inside us and acts as a false self, a false conscience. That false self then is inclined to put its trust in its self-serving deceptions, and It in you drives you to do all kinds of ridiculous things for foolfillment. It is always ready to deliver you from reality through the lure of forbidden substances. But each forbidden pleasure brings with it the greater pain of conflict, and until you are ready to give up your will to God, that conflict makes you angry, and your anger (denial, really) makes the forbidden pleasure look even more attractive than it did before. 
       The voice in your mind that keeps urging you to claim your birthright and have your way with the world, formerly the voice of the serpent in the Garden of Eden, keeps striking at the heart of your relationship with God. It bids you to doubt the truth and trust the lie. It beguiles you into forgetting the prefect doubt you should have felt at the first sign of the intrusion into your proper relationship with the


Creator. The more guilty you are, the more you must see the wrong as right, and the less patient you are with any other view of the situation. Right becomes boring, even threatening. A problem with food is not just a food problem, but a metaphysical one.
       Do you see now why the forbidden is so alluring? It is because your soul has been pulled from the ground of its original being and has become little more than the sum of its forbidden experiences.
       Without deception, the selfish you that you have become would cease to exist. You continue to eat yourself into a gelatinous ball of blubber, because the selfish you is not ready to repent and give your life over to God. Every bite reconnects and reassures your fallen self. It reinforces the original misconception, forever presenting death as though it were life, the lie as though it were the glorious truth. I tell you now, as God told Adam in the Garden, You shall no longer partake of the forbidden fruit, lest ye perish.
Anger and resentment are our favorite excuses for going to extremes in sensual self-indulgence. The alcoholic will often go so far as to invent a war game with his wife as an excuse to get drunk and/or become embittered with rage. Since resentment is a sin of pride, it also carries with it the pain of conflict, which sees alcohol as a joyful escape. The alcoholic uses his initial upset for one ego-building experience, which, when it leads to conflict, enables him to enjoy a second ego-building experience, his drink, without reservation. If he were only able not to get upset in the first place, drink would not be so attractive to him. No one can


really “enjoy” taking an aspirin unless he has a bad headache.
       When you were young, you thought—actually, it was not you who did the thinking and dreaming—that you had to fulfill the fantasies of your imagination or else you would somehow be left out, excluded from the banquet of life. Selfish wants seemed so natural that it would surely be a sin against nature to leave them unfulfilled. So whenever you had to face self-denial, you reacted with resentment; and resentment made you want the forbidden object even more. Your world of thought centered around being upset and dreaming lustfully of forbidden pleasures. When your yearning drew opportunities for gratification, you welcomed them with open arms. And so sin made a home in you through that deception.
       Whoever overrides your conscience and permits you to sin is not a true friend. He is tempting you with the forbidden fruit only to gain some advantage or to dominate you. Until you are able to see your lovers for what they really are, your perverted concept of freedom will cause you to equate freedom with attachment to them.
You cannot give up your ego supports without ceasing to exist as you are, for to deny yourself the sweet nectar of the forbidden would be ripping the covers off the reality you are still not ready to face. You cannot sincerely give up your various poisons until you are ready to surrender your pride at any cost, even the cost of “life” itself. As long as you live pridefully, reality is death (to the ego); and even though you may give up one vice, you will surely find another to take its


place. The grave still waits at the end of the road—you just change vehicles en route.
       Of course, there are the diehards, who have chosen their way of death with an unshakable will. Dying of lung cancer, for instance, they insist that life would not be worth living for them if they had to give up their cigarettes. They love their cigarettes, like the gourmandizer loves his food and the womanizer loves his women. “Loving” your addiction or fighting it, you are just a loser until you are ready to throw in your hand and get out of the game.
       If you have been able to read this far, chances are you have a stomach for the truth. Chosen from birth, the elect of God, you will find it impossible to resign yourself to a lifelong involvement with the lies and delusions that are so irresistible to everyone else. Of course, you may eat, drink, or have sex too much—and it bothers you. But the difference between you and the others is that you do not like what is happening to you as a result of your overindulgence. You might have stopped a long time ago and given your life to God had you known the way.
       Now I ask you to become objective to your thoughts and feelings, for only by doing so can you stop being upset with yourself over the problems you have created through your self-indulgence. It is of the utmost importance that you stop being upset with your problems. Remember, the sin came in two installments: first the willful indulgence, then the angry struggle with the results.
       Now you must deal with the second part first. It was your proud willfulness that created the problem. When you


attack the results with the same proud willfulness, you are simply adding sin to sin. You must go back the way you came, so your first job is to abandon struggle. Don’t listen to the part of you that challenges you to get upset in order to prevail. Struggle is what makes egos evolve in conflict with truth. Realize the truth now, and the truth will extinguish struggle as a matter of course. Gone will be the sick fixation to the problem that has kept you from seeing the real core of the matter.
       Abandon willful struggle, and the ego will diminish. Face your problem honestly, realize where and how you failed, feel the shame of it—but don’t resent it. When you fully realize your powerlessness, when you realize that of yourself you can do nothing, you will see the futility of struggle, and you will find the faith to turn the problem over to a higher power.

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