Imagine attending your twin brother’s funeral and meeting there the girl who would become your wife.
How would you remember that day twenty years later: as tragic or wonderful?
I wrestle with that question of perspective as I ponder 2013.
It had its share of downers.
From beginning to end, it seemed as though I went from one debacle to another. There were big, public humiliating debacles, and small, private humiliating debacles.
At least five deeply held dreams died a hurtful death in 2013.
Four programs that I really thought would be significantly life giving to the Kingdom of God crashed and burned, leaving wreckage and the pall of death all over the place.
Some old relationships I thought I could bank on died a deep death. Some new ones I thought I could build on also died.
In the midst of all that other death, Dad died.
His death was filled with grace. The others didn’t seem to be at the time, and sure don’t look that way in hind sight either. They just look like a hard, hurtful dying. Lots of it.
There was some disillusionment in 2013 which cut deeply.
I think back to the winter of 1962 when the first major death of innocence took place for me, during a savage winter storm. I learned that life was not quite how I thought it was.
Since then, over the many years, a lot of strongly held beliefs have been exposed as mere myths. Mostly beliefs about people.
We all need some heroes. Even me. And when our heroes turn out to have feet of clay, it is a little disillusioning.
And when God vehemently refuses to behave the way we absolutely believe He will, He must, He always does — well, that is a larger disillusionment.
And I went there too.
More than once.
Debacles, death and disillusionment. DDD. My year in three frames.
It was also the year of “Fractals of Two: Adrenals and Kidneys.” It began as a two bit idea in the middle of a random phone call. It took on a life of its own and rearranged a lot of our lives. Some amazing transformations came out of that.
And it is still as weird as a purple kangaroo playing an accordion while sitting in a palm tree in Antarctica.
Based on that revelation, our team spent a number of weeks studying the God of the covenants, instead of the covenants of God. It was transformational. Holy Communion will never be the same for me.
I have that album on my iPhone now. I am going to listen to one clip every morning for the whole year. As much change as we have seen for those who spent three months going through it once, I wonder what would land if I spent a year going deep?
It was also the year of the AHS. And then AHS part 2. We redefined weird.
Everyone in the office parted ways with some. There were staggeringly large life changes for us and many others as a result of grudgingly embracing a scary, messy subject. What I thought might be the death of the company because it was so far out there turned out to be enormously life giving around the world.
Sure wasn’t anywhere on our master plan. It kind of just happened. Accidentally.
My ministry model got wrecked in 2013. I had always been the principle guy. God sent me some exceptionally weird situations that did not respond to any of the principles I knew. Instead, it required power which I had always respected and never had much of.
Now, a year later, grudgingly, I have a whole lot more power and authority than I did back then. Something else that didn’t make it onto the master plan last year.
My time with the King in December of 2012 was spent in the Teacher city of Amman, Jordan. It does a billion dollars a year in medical tourism, servicing Africa and the Middle East. God talked to me there about SLG and health research in 2013.
I was so naïve. I heard everything He said and heard nothing at all.
A year later, we have a remarkable fractal for the brain. We know how to use the EAV machine to identify Leviathan or AHS in specific lobes of the brain. We have seen some stunningly transformed lives as a result.
We cracked the code for the Parietal Lobe/Cerebellum dynamic that causes so much distress between mothers and daughters.
We have started work on the heart and now know that the fractal of four is 3 + 1: the Trinity plus the Kingdom.
Huge revelation. Staggering implications for heart treatment.
And for daily life as a Noble Subject.
In 2013 the Birthright teaching accidentally happened. I was going to record three or four clips for YouTube. It ended up being 63 clips. Who knew all that was rattling around in me? Not me, I can assure you. That wasn’t in our master plan for the year either.
It sure was informational listening to what came out of my mouth that I didn’t know about until then.
It was the year I recorded and released “An MRI of Fathering.” It has been a huge yawn for the world at large. Not a single person has even bothered to write a review on our website for that product, and only one person reviewed it on Amazon.
But I don’t really care if no one likes it, because I think it is one of the best things I did last year. It was well aged wine, a deeply lived life message, solid wisdom that can transform individuals, families and businesses.
The world’s disinterest doesn’t diminish my joy in having expressed what was on my heart with clarity and force.
(Well, maybe a little).
I flew 110,000 miles and walked long miles on land that was healing things deep inside me. I also walked long miles in warfare and read about it in the paper days later. Profound.
The industrial complex where we rent was sold. We rejoiced to be out from under the old landlord. The new one appears to be twice as bad.
So that was my 2013.
I was touched by God.
The year was full of profound revelation much of which I didn’t work for.
For me, the team and many others.
It has been a wild ride. Glad I get to trade this one in.
But I have no assurance that 2014 will be any more mellow.
Copyright December 31, 2013 by Arthur Burk
Feeling slightly melancholy