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Preface to I Am Who I Am

Had Sir EJ not internalized the war he'd been fighting as an irresolute recruit, condemned to the bowels of a man–o'–war for what he knew not, he may well have written a different sequel to A Different Kind of Sentinel.

"No man of war am I," declareth he to the ship's Captain, a pronouncement that would usher in another year of Active Imagination on the wings of the Transcendent Function by which he is guided, thru dialogue with his unconscious, toward the person he is meant to be.

Stonewalled at every turn, is he led by the transcendent to seek help from an unlikely trio—a professor, an attorney and the First Lady of the Resistance—all of whom work no harder than the attorney to free him from the beast, intent on sucking any semblance of real life from him as it has from his fathers and countless others who have been forced to kill on command, or be killed, in opposition to every moral fiber of their bodies, the carnage of which cries out unceasingly, "thou shalt not taketh another man's life, lest ye loseth thine as recompense".

"Give me liberty or give me death," captures he the sentiment of a generation so hell–bent on serving the ego, they kill for it. "And that," says he, "is the crux of the matter: how to give up the false sense of liberty onto which we cling when it's our own death we seek in that of our enemies, for you can't have liberty without death to the ego."

A beacon is he who beckons the few to inflame us with the fervor of Paul Revere as the Spirit of a revolution in values rides roughshod over the Wraiths of State to warn us of our impending doom if we do nothing to deter business–as–usual from plundering Her body, which hangs on a cross awaiting the death it must endure to give birth to a new world where the ego is no longer commander in chief...