Chapter 4
Who would you rather be, Piper or payer? This is chapter 4 in the "Backsliding" story, as seen in the book.
The man who pays the Piper, they say, calls the tune today.
If that is true, and as the records tend to show to me and you, it is. Strive, therefore, to become the piper-payer. Not just the fiddling piper, always, like you seemed so likely to be, and glorying in it, all days.
So, whenever you're there praying to your Gods for help and providence. How is it that you always want to be the piper, and nothing else? Never the payer of pipers, no, and hence, don't none a yuh gon become a survivor, in the end. No, you're not going to survive to make it to the end like that. Don't you think that your god could? If she could do the one, she should have been able to do the other also, no?
So, perhaps your present predicament (our present predicament) is not so much a reflection on our Gods and our saints in Hilfiger lengths, but more so on us, and you again, gentlemen. On the dads and dames too, no? Not true? Now, let me try and put it all in layman's terms here for you, peradventure you will be better able to see your way through.
If you hear your God (or gods) say: bring all the tithes and offerings into the storehouse and prove me now, (which means, to test me, or try me.) See if I will not open the windows, (and the doors too, probably.) See if I will not open the windows of heaven and pour out a blessing for you, that you will not have enough room to receive it.
Wasn't that what the scripture says to you? When was the last time you read it? Then, after hearing those sayings, straight away, right after hearing him say it, and even after saying those things yourself that day, on the seats. You go on to pray the same prayer that you've been praying like, like forever, and since. Like, even before yesterday morning drinks. More like: forever to stay on needles and pins, for all of your life, I'd say, you have been praying that same prayer. Go on, call me a liar, or go back to your prayers.
Praying for jobs, on the choir, and jobs only, and getting nothing else but jobs, not even riding the pony. Not even so much as good pay coming to you from the said job of the day, my homey. The robots are coming, though, coming your way for sure. But yes. In the meantime, you've been seen there, praying that very same prayer in my ear, and still finding that you're always at the same place, my dear. In your life, in your house. In your community, in your country, in the world.
That place, as it turned out, where you're at, and I too, yes, we're all at the bottom, of the see-through, at the bottom of everything, isn't that true? Yes, and it's not a good place to be, to begin with. Well, at least, not for me or him, we're the neat wheats, within. But there seem to be other constants here to try and see through. You're always able to get a job, it would have seemed, on the square habit, and those beams. No matter how much you hated it, the fact is, you've got it.
Could it be that one gets what one prays for, even you, and from her, too? Could it be that your god answers prayers, in truth? Yours even? Remember, you didn't even bother to specify the type of job you wanted while you were there praying and asking as you did. You just asked for a job to Rawtid, wearing the bib, probably. Well, there, you've got your job alright, my dear.
Not bad, your god has been faithful to you, so it's your turn now to go, go out, and show the rest of them how it's done, nope? How faithful are you to your god? Do you believe that she can do more than just get you a job? Do you believe that she's able to make you an employer of people, like that, Bob, over there by you? Like, like, like giving jobs to people who needed jobs, whether or not they'd prayed to God for one? This god or any other?
Do you think that would be something worth proving your god on, and not on the bother of the other man? Why not try that then, even for one fleeting moment? By doing this, perhaps you would be seen as honoring your god, showing her off in a light that will make others want a piece of her, and be glad. Therefore, people would want to get to know her even half as much as you do (these offers.) You could also be learning something new and valuable about your God in the process, too, couldn't you? A disaster. Something that could contribute greatly to taking and making you the head.
The real head this time, and not just the bed head that you have imagined sleeping in, in your mind. The head that you like so much to boast that you are, contrary to what everyone else everywhere knows to be the truth, and by far. That you, as well as I, yes, we're all singularly, or collectively, whichever way we may want to look at it to see the tea, Leigh, we're the tail. The whippy, hair-wagging end of the tail. But that too can be changed without fail, this I do believe.
Your God, my God, alongside me, my many efforts, and yours, you'll agree, are well able, of course, that's why I bother. But, oh my brother! If it is true that "he who pays the piper calls the tune." Why wouldn't you want to be the payer, rather than the piper playing the fool there with the man on the moon, and like, always? Strive to be the payer of pipers, I'd say. Yes, we can. Don't forget when you are praying for those jobs, though. Robots are coming, coming along the road to Benbow, slow.
That's it for today, see you again tomorrow, or sometime thereafter. Don't forget to like, share, and comment. We sure would appreciate it if you would subscribe and follow us somewhere, too. Thank you.
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Who would you rather be, Piper or payer? This is chapter 4 in the "Backsliding" story, as seen in the book.
The man who pays the Piper, they say, calls the tune today.
If that is true, and as the records tend to show to me and you, it is. Strive, therefore, to become the piper-payer. Not just the fiddling piper, always, like you seemed so likely to be, and glorying in it, all days.
So, whenever you're there praying to your Gods for help and providence. How is it that you always want to be the piper, and nothing else? Never the payer of pipers, no, and hence, don't none a yuh gon become a survivor, in the end. No, you're not going to survive to make it to the end like that. Don't you think that your god could? If she could do the one, she should have been able to do the other also, no?
So, perhaps your present predicament (our present predicament) is not so much a reflection on our Gods and our saints in Hilfiger lengths, but more so on us, and you again, gentlemen. On the dads and dames too, no? Not true? Now, let me try and put it all in layman's terms here for you, peradventure you will be better able to see your way through.
If you hear your God (or gods) say: bring all the tithes and offerings into the storehouse and prove me now, (which means, to test me, or try me.) See if I will not open the windows, (and the doors too, probably.) See if I will not open the windows of heaven and pour out a blessing for you, that you will not have enough room to receive it.
Wasn't that what the scripture says to you? When was the last time you read it? Then, after hearing those sayings, straight away, right after hearing him say it, and even after saying those things yourself that day, on the seats. You go on to pray the same prayer that you've been praying like, like forever, and since. Like, even before yesterday morning drinks. More like: forever to stay on needles and pins, for all of your life, I'd say, you have been praying that same prayer. Go on, call me a liar, or go back to your prayers.
Praying for jobs, on the choir, and jobs only, and getting nothing else but jobs, not even riding the pony. Not even so much as good pay coming to you from the said job of the day, my homey. The robots are coming, though, coming your way for sure. But yes. In the meantime, you've been seen there, praying that very same prayer in my ear, and still finding that you're always at the same place, my dear. In your life, in your house. In your community, in your country, in the world.
That place, as it turned out, where you're at, and I too, yes, we're all at the bottom, of the see-through, at the bottom of everything, isn't that true? Yes, and it's not a good place to be, to begin with. Well, at least, not for me or him, we're the neat wheats, within. But there seem to be other constants here to try and see through. You're always able to get a job, it would have seemed, on the square habit, and those beams. No matter how much you hated it, the fact is, you've got it.
Could it be that one gets what one prays for, even you, and from her, too? Could it be that your god answers prayers, in truth? Yours even? Remember, you didn't even bother to specify the type of job you wanted while you were there praying and asking as you did. You just asked for a job to Rawtid, wearing the bib, probably. Well, there, you've got your job alright, my dear.
Not bad, your god has been faithful to you, so it's your turn now to go, go out, and show the rest of them how it's done, nope? How faithful are you to your god? Do you believe that she can do more than just get you a job? Do you believe that she's able to make you an employer of people, like that, Bob, over there by you? Like, like, like giving jobs to people who needed jobs, whether or not they'd prayed to God for one? This god or any other?
Do you think that would be something worth proving your god on, and not on the bother of the other man? Why not try that then, even for one fleeting moment? By doing this, perhaps you would be seen as honoring your god, showing her off in a light that will make others want a piece of her, and be glad. Therefore, people would want to get to know her even half as much as you do (these offers.) You could also be learning something new and valuable about your God in the process, too, couldn't you? A disaster. Something that could contribute greatly to taking and making you the head.
The real head this time, and not just the bed head that you have imagined sleeping in, in your mind. The head that you like so much to boast that you are, contrary to what everyone else everywhere knows to be the truth, and by far. That you, as well as I, yes, we're all singularly, or collectively, whichever way we may want to look at it to see the tea, Leigh, we're the tail. The whippy, hair-wagging end of the tail. But that too can be changed without fail, this I do believe.
Your God, my God, alongside me, my many efforts, and yours, you'll agree, are well able, of course, that's why I bother. But, oh my brother! If it is true that "he who pays the piper calls the tune." Why wouldn't you want to be the payer, rather than the piper playing the fool there with the man on the moon, and like, always? Strive to be the payer of pipers, I'd say. Yes, we can. Don't forget when you are praying for those jobs, though. Robots are coming, coming along the road to Benbow, slow.
That's it for today, see you again tomorrow, or sometime thereafter. Don't forget to like, share, and comment. We sure would appreciate it if you would subscribe and follow us somewhere, too. Thank you.
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