I find it ironic that the Jed McKenna books are supposed to point to Truth, and yet, everything around them is mired in deception.
No author’s name. A fictitious account of events that only vaguely reflects factual reality, but looks as an autobiography. No company address for Wisefool Press, with numerous PO boxes and disposable email accounts for correspondence. No students to corroborate at least some parts of the story. Anonymous people with fake email addresses, and believe me the EM had a few of those. Those who endorsed the books – have no idea, and even the man whose book was endorsed – was none the wiser as to who was behind the endorsement.
And yet the subject is about Truth, the search for which is said to be the most important endeavour a human can undertake. Hmm…
All this was mentioned and discussed many times before, but there is one person who I feel has become a true prisoner in his commitment to the Jed McKenna franchise: Peder Sweeney.
There are no employment or business records for the man after the year 2000 when the first book proposal started to take shape… except some vague independent enterprises that never took off. No writing material that could showcase his spanking sharp literary skills so evident from his student days. He keeps changing names and residencies, retreating further into the woods, very literally. Perhaps, being the front man of the operation brings some financial benefits, but I didn’t see much evidence of that either.
The show is bigger than what people allow themselves to think. But who controls the show and what is being so obsessively protected?
Some people suggested to me that a former student of Rose may have written the books. I can find no tangible connection to any of Rose students. Yes, the books follow many lines of Rose’s teachings, but such similarities are to be expected, considering that both McKenna and Rose saw the same thing. The differences are also evident. Richard Rose was KIND. Just plain and simple: a kind and humane individual. He didn’t sugar coat anything to meet the expectations of people around him, and many considered him a loose cannon. He could stand in front of a hostile audience and not wince; remember, practices of spiritual talks and gatherings were not that familiar then. He was an ‘acquired taste’, and yet, most people had come to deeply respect the man.
Jed McKenna?? I don’t know. You don’t know. To know that – one has to know the person in real life, beyond the bullocks of ‘I am only the finger..’. just in case the finger turns out to be a dirty one. What about ‘Jed’ then? How real is he, beyond printed words? I would love to think he is. But I don’t know what is beyond the manuscripts, into Reality.
In contrast…. here is something about Richard Rose: After The Absolute: Real Life Adventures With A Backwoods Buddha
It is a beautifully written, real and honest account. It can also be found online to read for free, if you search. Keep in mind that none of the people mentioned in the book were anywhere close to the big ‘E’ and were generally clueless as to what the man was about. They were young, lacked any serious life experience, and Rose believed that young minds are more receptive to the message.
THAT again, the idea of ‘teaching’, was his delusion, and there are things I find questionable. However, the intent was clean: Rose tried, sincerely and without greed, to pass on what he had come to realise at the age of 30 and what he had been keeping to himself for twenty years. In ten years of the farm operations no one got ‘enlightened’, which just confirms what I keep saying: Enlightenment is nothing more than a natural process of mind maturation and cannot be granted or pushed upon ANYone by ANY means.
The writing is captivating, detailed, sincere and objective, a credit to the author, David Gold.
Richard Rose was an ordinary man with an open mind, both naïve and profound at the same time. What did you expect from the ‘enlightened’? Miracles? The closer to the ‘enlightened’ archetype a teacher is – the further they are from Truth.
One minute thirteen seconds of the ‘plain and simple’.