Johnny C. Gold
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I see Gold in every Soul
Super Superstition
A production written, produced, and directed by Johnny C. Gold. Now playing live on the news, Internet, blogs, and in magazines and newspapers near you. Many thanks to the town of Redmond, WA and the city of Jerusalem.
Super Superstition
Wow. I just experienced death, again; What a soul rush! I’m back home, and it feels like being in a warm tub after spending months outdoors in the icy bitter cold, just as I did in Bosnia in 1995. Even though I thought I wouldn’t do it again, I’m already thinking about who I want to be when I dive back into Earth on my next run.
My death was the most cleverly orchestrated murder-suicide ever filmed, blogged, and discussed. It was death in Earth terms, and that word carries a lot of heavy baggage with it, but it didn’t to me, not after remembering there is no death. I am of God, so how can I ever die? That was faith at its best. I found one wonderful woman, Ester, who used to call death “croaking.” She declared to be disrespectful to the concept of death because there is no death at all, and she was correct. And that’s all it took for me to get a little attention because I said I was unafraid of God and death. I didn’t mean to be arrogantly in defiance of God, to say that I was unafraid of God, but rather that God and I are one, just as I was with every soul; to say I would be afraid of God would be like saying I’m afraid of my hand, my foot, or my eye.
My death, my murder, and my life were all a game. It was all fun and games, and I created it all. They were walking around in trances, like zombies, and I danced around them, right in front of them, and they never saw me. We all started out at the same place, but the majority completely forgot why we were there. Our emotional guidance system is so subtle that it can easily get drowned out by the wonders of the world. I followed my truth, my energy, my questions, and I learned and expanded. I craved every new challenge, question, and experience. I was almost 50 years old and didn’t have a job more than 3 years in a row, although I worked every year since I was 15 years old. I got bored and quit my positions most of the time, and only got fired once, and I had decent positions. I worked as an architect, industrial engineer, teacher, and my last gig was school principal, and I had several university degrees as well. I went around the world a few times and worked many years in the Middle East. I lived, traveled, observed, created, engaged, studied, believed, and I expanded.
My best creation was Johnny C. Gold. I had so much invested in him that I could almost surf on top of the anticipation. Johnny’s motto was that he saw Gold in every soul he met. We are all One, all of the same God, the same energy, the same source, but many only live in their five senses and are unaware of the sixth. But he could still see them, their soul. He saw souls; and they were Gold.
Plato said that life is play. And so Johnny and I thought of a game, a simple, but warped game, but no more warped than telling a child that Santa exist. At the end of 2005, I began to develop my own interpretation of Islam. And as I did, I created a rhyming story for children called, “If I Were the Antichrist…” It was a fun story about how the Antichrist would gain the confidence of many followers through authentic power and how he made the world a better place to live.
But the more I thought about the story, I actually saw, in visions, how the world could change and I felt the beauty and energy of authentic power. I saw the world wiped clean and reborn as old ideas and fears began to dissipate. I saw and felt it again and again and it was beyond words. My vision was like that of an architect who stands on a piece of bare land and with the wave of his hand describes the incredible foundation deep in the sand and on top of it stand tall walls, and rooms, and a roof with a great span.
Imagination comes first and then the dreams, the ideas, the ideals and all accompanied by good feelings; then the thoughts become real. They become the cement, bolts, nails, wood, ceramic tile, carpet, and windows; all of that turns into atmosphere, and cozy, and dream fulfilled. What many don’t know, is that this leads to the creation of new desires and dreams. For many, however, instead of moving on, they stagnate in the past. They try and try to recreate the cozy they once experienced, but it is never the same as the first sweet experience. It only comes again when one expands, but one will never be completely satisfied, or have time to satisfy all desires, until one croaks, because we are constantly creating and expanding. We dream, create, anticipate, build, enjoy and then do it again.
I became tired of my thoughts of this new awesome world I created, in that I couldn’t just live this wonderful experience alone in my mind. I had to share it with the world. I had to become the Antichrist in order to demonstrate authentic power. In one of my jobs as an English teacher, I taught that there is no story without conflict, thus I created the conflict by creating the Antichrist, and this Super Superstition was ripe for picking. Although I told the truth, not everyone believed me because the need for an Antichrist was so great. I was the Tabasco sauce in their cake. They were bombarded so fast by so much media information because of this new freaky story about the Antichrist and they didn’t know what to believe. The Antichrist kept himself intentionally and mysteriously secluded and that created even more of a buzz, a desire for more information, more truth. And ironically, he became the leading story by giving little information. They needed an Antichrist, and I gave them one. I needed a ticket home, and they gave me one.
And thus that was it and that was all. I divided the world and threw up a wall, although it was I who also made the walls eventually fall. I was the spark that ignited the world and woke them up from their dream. The world became those who believed in Santa against those who didn’t, and yes, we are talking adults. All I had to do was ask my friends if “They were in on it,“ and “How will it end,” lines I borrowed from The Truman Show. If they were in on it, I gave them a stamp with my secret sign on it, making them players in the game. This sign was a symbol revealed to me in a dream and it bore the exact day, month, and decade in which I was born. This really freaked out those who were against. It was so simple, and I was so clever, except for the one drawback. How ironic it was that I, the Antichrist, also had to sacrificed my life to save the world. I was born into the world screaming but left laughing, all the way to the grave, or at least my body did.
After I croaked, from that single fanatical shot straight through the heart, the dust finally settled and the world saw how their old ideas, superstitions, and fears caused so much grief, greed, hatred, and jealousy which lead to crime, war, and the destruction of the Earth. When they learned what authentic power was, the nature of truth, of following their own truth and energy, that there is enough for everyone, and that our souls and our universe are constantly expanding, it was then that they saw what Johnny saw, once in upon a time…
The Beginning...
