John Brusseau
A Working Model of our Humanity

 The following link is an excerpt from my book, THE DREAM AND THE DREAMER. It is a biblical model of our human being, constructed from the archetypes present in the Mosaic creation account. 

A Working Model of Us

If you buy The Dream and the Dreamer, please email me and let me know.

If you do I will send you any additions to the book that I come up with

The Dream and the Dreamer - Soft Cover

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The Dream and the Dreamer - Soft Cover

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This is really a book that is as much about the dreamer as it is about dreams themselves.

In this book I have attempted to give the reader an overview of the aspects of the human equipment that is involved in the production of, and the interpretation of dreams.

The conceptual framework that I build the concepts in this book on comes from the  Judeo-Christian world view I approach life with.

Enjoy, and feel to email me your questions. I will be glad to respond to you (as long as I have time to do so) .

The Dream and the Dreamer - PDF

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The Dream and the Dreamer - PDF

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The Long Train to the Coast

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The Long Train to the Coast

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The Long Train to the Coast is a short story I wrote as a way of pocessing my experience with my Fathers dying process. It is an allegory.

The following is an excerpt from the beginning of the story.

Long Train to the Coast


He was in hard amidst the black-gray, and shadows of the train station platform. Not quick to reveal his presence to perfect strangers.
It was none of their business. It never was.
He was a man alone among a thousand children and always within, his own inner child’s voice crying out for someone to protect him from his uncle.


Well what could they see anyway... that wasn’t soon to be revealed to all the world?

He was taking the Long train to the coast.

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Slow as a honey bee in autumn he shuffled over to the double doors
leading into the station. Nothing much urging him foreword, and nothing holding him back.

What was it, what made him move now? A lifetime’s momentum steeled against
his wavering resolve and growing fear.

It is his own private little joke that he smiles now, to think on how much he is trying to dodge the trip to the ticket counter and the unpleasant, grim, young man standing before him. The grating, too loud, voice interrupts his private mirth;
Are you going to the coast?
Are you going to the coast?
SIR, ARE YOU GOING TO THE COAST?
It seems to last forever this impertinent question wrapped in a minor ordeal.

Yes!…
I will… he says to the strange ticket man, and in that moment he knows he is never coming back.

This disquiets him, pushes him hard, and he staggers foreword to the wooden stairs leading up into the train.

Without a word, or a pleading look, help is there for him. A young woman, who could be his daughter, grabs him by the arm, and his rib cage, and with surprising strength lifts him up the steps and into the reassuring car.

The kindness and competency of this woman, this daughter, turns over in his mind
and spreads a warm blanket of peace over his chilly attitude.

He will be all right now, he tells himself, now ensconcing within a back row
and reclining across the bench seat.

He is asleep before the doors close.

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I AM NOT ON THE TRAIN!

He wakes up to the sound of his own screaming voice. Thoughts swirling in his mind like small storm clouds. This makes it hard to get a grip on the reality around him, and for a moment he doesn’t.

It is the voice of the conductor over the loudspeaker telling him (and the other’s too, of course) that the train will not be making any stops
between here and their final destination, the Grand Harbor.

Now he can see it. It is clear to him. Yes, he knows he's in this for the long haul.
Just like the trips he has taken with others on their way to realization, to healing,
to spiritual transformation, he will go all the way to the end.

Resolved, yes, and this brings him some peace.

This question of his purpose settled, he begins to look about, surveying his surroundings on this, now rapidly moving, train to the coast.

Oh look, a man with five daughters, no six, and he doesn't know that it is alright
to tell them he loves them, though he does, very much. …Here, just a minute, I'll go over and say a few words of encouragement to him. He is not a stubborn man; he'll hear what I'm saying.

Tears well up in the eyes of each daughter in turn as their father tells them how much he loves them.
It is clear now that he had never dared express his love to them, probably because they didn't seem, somehow, to be his daughter's. They had always been his wife's, and now that he is free to voice his heart to them, to risk the investment of affection expressed, they become, for the first time, his daughter's too.

Wide across the face of each girl the light of daughter-hood beams like the dawn of a new era. Born to each of them in this serene, joyful, train-hold is a new day of desire and assertiveness, of motivation and enfranchisement.

Done, and done!
He turns to go back to his bench and... And now what have we here? Another man, on the other aisle, with a little boy, who apparently adores his father. Well, it's clear this man too, has some difficulty saying I love you, saying, I am so enormously, pleased with you, my son that I can barely constrain myself from bursting with my good pleasure, and raining my joy down upon your precious little soul.

Funny! Two, on the same train! Well, I'll just go over and lean down and whisper in his ear; Tell your boy! Say what you long to say to him. The time to tell him is now.

And as the grateful man unfolds his revelation into the hungry, receptive ears of his son, the face of the little boy begins to draw up into an un-stifled weeping.

Unbelievable! I am feeling so much power to change people's heart
It's so easy!
It's effortless!

In the midst of his reverie the train lurches, reminding him to find his seat again.
And now he is hungry. Is there any food on this train?


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Grainary Street

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Grainary Street

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Here's an excerpt of the story.

Grainairy Street

By J.R.Brusseau


There was a street over near the brewery on Lafayette that matched the ice flows of cold Greenland for mystery and solitude. It seemed to almost grow out of thin air, as though it were not possible to reach it by any connecting street. Time was, I could have bought roses there for ten cents a dozen and laid them at the bedside of Lizette. She would have put them in water and kept them until the last petal fell.

Grainairy Street had a way of reaching into your wallet of whimsy and wishes to catch your dreams by the fog and morning dew. Laplanders had bought the fish market from the original proprietors and sold sea melons by the bushel there (Doubtless, they were unaware of the uncertain properties of their choice of a merchant front).

And so too, eerily gleamed the Warshovski’s decision to restore the old Remson Bakery and use it for a hair tonic distillery, and the Pauli’s inheritance of the School for the Blind Gypsies; something told of a secret guarded by fairies.

Like the smoky gas lamps burning brightly out into the yellow-brown haze over the cobblestone, the beautiful, dark green, wrought-iron railings along the entire length of the street whispered to the lucky passers-by; please, stay for the rest of your pleasant, dreamy years. And then there was Francine.

Francine Westerberg rose from the ashes of the night before, out into the pristine and musty dawn of each morning like the Queen of Grainairy Street herself. She held the patrons occupying this mystical row in the palm of her sweaty, strong, and yet gentle hands. She was the cheese merchant, of course. Also, she sold those little chocolates in the shapes of forest animals. No one could touch Francine’s popularity with the Grainairy Street crowd.

If it were possible to cast in bronze a moment of time, and put it up on the mantle of our fondest memories, the year that Francine found the cold cellars, long boarded up and forgotten beneath the Firrenkeen Tavern, would be the moment I would choose. No one living then had even a deliberation that the cellars existed, and when Francine found them by falling down what turned out to be a remodeled dumbwaiter while attempting to place a round of Muenster cheese on what she thought was a shelf in the back room of the tavern, everyone got swept up in the laughing and excitement of the discovery (after finding out that Francine was unharmed by her fall, of course).

The Kingdom of God for Little Children

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The Kingdom of God for Little Children

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If you buy this E-book from me through PayPal please email me at john@johnrbrusseau.com and tell me. I will email the PDF of it to you.

This is a book that is both simple enough for children to get and hard enough that grown-ups probably can't get it.

Here's an excerpt from the book.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was
with God, and the Word was God. And Jesus is the
Word part of God.
☛ God's relationship with his Son Jesus has always
been as close as the relationship between a person
and their own voice, because Jesus is the Word part
of God.
☛ Everything in the whole universe was made by God
speaking it into existence, and that's
how things are still done.

☛ God Is Love.
☛ And God’s love is like this; He loved us enough that
he had the Jesus- Word part of himself be born as a
human being and then pay for our sins by dying in a
really terrible way (on a execution stake, a cross).
☛ God has ALWAYS used His son to get things done.
☛ His Son is what he has to say about everything.

☛ If you don't trust, then it's not
possible to please God, because,
first of all, you have to trust that
He even is there, and that He
rewards people who try hard and
keep trying, to find Him.
☛ In fact it is because we don’t trust
God that people end up doing all
the bad things that people do.

 

Becoming your own God

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Becoming your own God

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This is actually aScrewtape Letters-like "self-help" pamphlet in e-book form. Becomming your own God, in six easy steps.

The advice is from Reficul Natas/Satan Lucifer, who I view as the ultimate "self help" author.

I am adding new self-help booklets to this series as they occur to me. If you want this book, I will email you the additions as they come.

Again, if you buy this book through PayPal, you need to email me at john@johnrbrusseau.com and tell which title you bought. I will send you the PDF by email.

Here is an excerpt;

Step 2

Step 2 is like step 1, but it is even more difficult to manage. You must not believe in love. The reason for this step is the God you must come to replace is love. You will be a different kind of God. You will be fear. I know this probably seems like a rather poor trade-off, but if you think about it with me for a moment you will see that fear is actually much to be preferred over love.
Love can be nice, and kind, and giving; so can fear. The difference is that fear is invulnerable to pain. Love isn't. Fear loves quiet, and peace, and truth that submits to its agenda (which is an extremely practical kind of truth). Love is way too complicated for you. Fear is just a better version of love, that's all.
The problem in achieving this step comes from a surprising source, that is, from our very stubborn need for love. Obviously, needing love is incompatible with overcoming one's belief in love. There is a great mystery here, so pay attention! Love is associated with life itself, and you have a strong instinct within you to survive (to live). To overcome this need for love then, you must also overcome your need to live. Oops! I let the cat out of the bag, now, haven't I?
You see, you have always wanted to be your own God precisely because you wanted to ensure your own continued survival. How then, can it be in your best interest to die? The answer's simple. You may already have seen it. In order to become God you were going to have to die to who you are anyway. Remember, you want to be God, and God is different from you. So, what you will do in taking step 2 is embrace the death of you, and become God.
Dying to who you are is painful, to be sure, but it is well worth it in the end, because you get to be God. God is invincible. You aren't. You should have no problem trading in the failure you are, for the God you will become.
It should be mentioned that the other God also requires death, but his kind of death is of a completely different sort. I would have you let go of who you are, he would have you merely let go of your present relationship to you. I can accept the valueless-ness of you, without timidity, and thus can move you toward the God you can become. He would have you stumble over a fairytale version of your intrinsic worth, and ask you to trust him to help you to rediscover, and realize your intrinsic worth.
It should be clear which path is to be preferred. Trusting anyone but you leads to vulnerability. Trusting only yourself leads to invincibility. You decide!
One final word on step 2; don't allow all the enormous amount of propaganda you are hit with about love via movies, and everything else, to waylay your pursuit of divinity. Hold true to the course you know will guarantee your success.

The Unveiling

Greetings in the Name of Jesus, the messiah. This is an outline of the Book of Revelation. It is unfinished, as it will always be, since only Jesus will ever finish this revelation. I will continue to do work on this as Jesus gives me the means to, but I want to give you what He has given me so far because the information in this Book of the Bible is like a time-release capsule, whose time has come.

I believe the material in this book will very shortly be key to the spiritual survival of the souls of those who follow Jesus. This is because the time of trouble is coming upon the world and when it does there will be a spiritual night that falls with it upon the human race. We followers of Jesus will then realize the Groom HAS tarried like he told us he would in the parable of the ten virgins, and that night has come. If we have not filled our lamps, and our oil containers with the oil of faith in Jesus, when the night comes we will NOT make it.

The reason this book of the Bible is key, is that it gives us a detailed overview of the identity, the purpose, and the nature of Jesus, the messiah. Jesus is who we will need to have faith in in order to make it through the night that is even now closing around us.

I am not charging for this, not simply because it is not finished, but because I really want you to have this.

God's love surround your subjective souls, with grace, and mercy, and peace, in Jesus.

Here is the link to The Unveiling.

All Photographs, songs, and literature on this website are © by John R. Brusseau (except Love's Long Overdue © by Elijah Bossenbroek & John R. Brusseau, and the three photos of Front porch meltdown).