Holy Cow!

I had no idea that Tony Robbins has been listening to Maggie’s philosophy. Imagine that. Seems Tony and I have much in common and share similar wave lengths. The only difference between me and Tony (besides the language) is that his philosophy is worth 500 million. My philosophy? It buys lunch…if I pay for it.

Well…there is another difference between me and Tony. If Tony calls out a person wallowing in self-pity and that person throws a fit, Tony can take his six foot, seven inch, 265 pounds of solid muscle self and loom over the terrified cream puff and intimidate the heck out of the poor whiner.

Me? If I call out a person wallowing in self-pity, and that person throws a fit, I can take my five foot, three inch, one hundred-and-never-mind self and leap into my Volvo truck with a loaded trailer that weighs 80,000 pounds and I can run over the poor wretch.

Way to go, Tony! Way to go, Maggie! This is a free country and this is free speech.

No worries. I’m just mouthing off. Of course I would never run over anybody on purpose, either literally or theoretically. When I search my heart, I find a greater emotion than the one which enjoys teasing the complainers. That greater emotion is love. I have had enough experience over the decades to convince me that God is Love. I would very much like to be like Him.

It seems like most everyone is following someone. Human beings are a lot like sheep. Most of us blindly follow the majority.

Experience has taught me a few things. As I traverse the land observing myriads of sights and sounds, the cautious side of my brain automatically throws up a red flag when I see a crowd following a particular person or a certain philosophy whether it’s the latest health food craze, a religious jubilee, or a rock star concert. Granted there are individuals worthy of following, but for me, it can’t be just anybody.

Why did I take time today to write about Tony? I noticed an article about him entitled “Tony Robbins is a Major Jerk, and Other Reasons You Should Follow Him”.

I realize you may hoot at my presumption of claiming partnership with Tony Robbins. Makes me laugh too. That’s the main reason I drew the comparison, to make you and me laugh. I am not in Tony’s crowd, but I do recognize the good part of “Tony’s Philosophy”.

It isn’t actually my motive to create “Maggie’s Philosophy”. I have no interest in flattery, either from myself or from others. It is important for my own self-respect to stand for truth even if it makes me unpopular.

Above all, I love to love others and be an encouragement. I feel deeply for the suffering of the sad and lonely, and I earnestly hope they can find HOPE. I know how it feels to be sad and lonely and downtrodden. Who made me feel that way? Not who you might think. Many former FLDS folks claim that our leaders made them feel sad and lonely and downtrodden, and many claim they were abused. I think it might be more accurate to say that it was people’s weaknesses and sins and refusing to change that made them feel sad and lonely and downtrodden.

Where did I find abusive treatment? Mainstream.

I find I can’t get away from myself. My appearance, manner of speech, my behavior, all are indicative of the FLDS culture I grew up in and still embrace in my mind and heart. I recall a time six years ago when I attempted to hide my identity because so many people gave me trouble because of where I came from. I couldn’t even find a job without running into prejudice.

I scrounged up a mainstream garb and combed my hair straight back. To myself, I looked like Alvin, the chipmunk, with a summer hair buzz which seriously accentuated my plumpy cheeks. The rest of me resembled a blubber whale squirked into a slinky knit tubular apparatus built for a porpoise. My disguise didn’t do a thing for me. Within five minutes my potential employer nailed me as FLDS because of my name and my speech.

Busted.

After that humiliation and a few others, I made the choice to embrace who I am and make no apology.

After further experience over the last five years, I learned to discipline my mind to turn off the “bother button” when my identity and my philosophy might bother some people. I am quite comfortable in my own skin, and I avoid negative people and negative philosophy like the plague. Every single thing I hear from outside input, whether it’s from people I meet, media posts, newspapers I might browse, television news I walk past in a truck stop, people’s philosophies, or even my own mental meanderings, I weigh it against the feeling of love in my heart.

Love is the great mediator. If any information, whether pleasant or unpleasant, cannot pass the sentinel of truth and love in my heart, it’s not worth taking into my mind or adopting into my philosophy.

Of course I realize throughout the world there are sad situations and there are mean people who hurt others. Believe me, I know what it’s like to be hurt. What FLDS dissenters and the media and law enforcement have inflicted on the FLDS has done much harm. I absolutely do not agree with bashing others and fabricating evidence and stomping on other people to benefit yourself.

I believe in love and kindness and forgiveness. When I do not understand a situation, I withhold judgment and automatically put it on the shelf until further enlightenment is available. But that further enlightenment absolutely has to come from the right source, the source that speaks to me of honesty and charity and objectivity, or I cannot accept it.

I never form an opinion about anyone or anything based on popular opinion. I automatically look deeper to see what the MINORITY is saying. Who is the underdog? Who is remaining quiet and peaceful without retaliation? Who is yelling the loudest and WHY? Truth can be found in the smallest places from the most seemingly insignificant sources.

I am not the original author of my philosophy. In a prior post, I gave credit where credit is due. But wouldn’t you know it. Many people have professed love and kindness and good will towards me, myself. Okay, fine. I do appreciate it. Some even said how proud they were of me and how much they loved my philosophy UNTIL I mentioned where I learned it. Then it was tar and feathers and a lynching party to boot. Someone I have been acquainted with for thirty-five years even called me a child molester. Interesting.

What if I had said, “I learned my philosophy from Tony Robbins!”

“Oh, Maggie, that is so COOL! You are getting on top of things and learning to be independent so you can get past all the abuse you have endured. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, how wonderful and wise you are.” Right, right.

I could have said I learned my philosophy from Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, Mahatma Gandhi, and Jesus Christ. I learned much from each of them, especially our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. But the truth is the person who had the most profound influence in my life by teaching the life and works of Jesus Christ is Warren Jeffs. He is a Master Teacher of faith, hope, charity, and love. Another man who has influenced me tremendously by teaching by love and example is my father, Merril Jessop. There are many others I could name whose examples have been worthy enough to follow.

I choose carefully what philosophy to adopt. Blindness has nothing to do with it. If I do not adopt the philosophy of others, that doesn’t mean I don’t love and respect other people. But I am under no obligation to adopt anyone’s philosophy.

When someone persists in trying to sway me to their opinion, my question is this: “Why should I believe you? Where is your proof? No, I am not interested in the “proof” you claim to have against someone you consider to be your enemy. I mean where is your character proof to earn my respect? What have you sacrificed for your religion? Where did you obtain your knowledge and how do you practice it in your life? How do you serve your neighbor, and what have you done lately to improve the lives of others? Where are your works to match your proclamations? Where is your credibility?”

Truth is truth. It doesn’t matter who says it. If truth is truth, I will embrace it. I will definitely prioritize truth. Sometimes truths can seem contradictory. There are greater truths, and there are lesser truths. I avoid paying complete homage to a lesser truth to justify deviation from a higher truth.

Seem like Greek to you? Go pay a thousand dollars to the Greek god, Tony Robbins, who can explain it better than I can. He may yell at you, threaten you, intimidate you, and even push you around to get his point across. Nobody calls that abuse. As long as it’s not in the name of religion, people can stand to hear someone tell the truth of their wimpiness.

HOLY BOVINE! Philosophy IS Tony’s religion.

Everybody has a religion. Whatever you love is your religion. If a god of stone brings you satisfaction, happy religioning!

When Father Abraham broke down Terah’s idols, he did it to get his father to see that his gods of stone were powerless to save him. Be sure to choose an idol that can save you.

Man, if your new Ford truck or your three bedroom flat in Park City can do it, that’s great! If your six figure income or your retirement fund can save your carcass, kudos. If your Louis Vuitton handbag, your Keto diet, your Ralph Lauren suit, the best hemp oil on the market, the new Taylor Swift album, your anti-polygamy crusade, your pro-feminist movement, or your march against breast cancer can save you, hurrah! Whatever makes you feel “saved” might be worth your time whether it’s your girlfriend, your powder puff, or Tony Robbins. Definitely pay homage to the god who can save you.

I choose my idols carefully. I find I’m much happier when I limit my idol to one. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, is my Idol. He is the only One who can save me. His philosophy is the one one I can completely trust and follow. Jesus Christ and His love is my religion. If I listen very carefully and set aside all prejudice, He tells me which human beings I can trust and follow. I follow a Prophet who has shown the way to find Him.