Poor Bugger

By Arthur Kruger

As Mark Twain explained, the two most important days in your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why.
Every human being has a spiritual purpose and the focus of every life should be on identifying and then achieving such purpose.
The human race was created for the achievement of the collective spiritual purpose and for no other purpose whatsoever. Everything else is trivial pursuit.
Knowledge is not empirical and can only be acquired through divine insight which is the most credible evidence of divinity.
The quest for the achievement of one’s spiritual purpose is the most powerful antidote against anxiety, depression and PTSD.
Enlightenment was the first priority of creation (let there be light). Buddha taught that enlightenment brings about an end to suffering.
In pursuing his/her spiritual purpose every human being is acting as the servant of God. So ask not what God can do for you, ask what you can do for God.
Nothing evil comes from God. It follows that all so-called crimes against humanity are really punishments sent by God and as such are spiritually good.
Every human being has a crucial and unique role to play in the creation process which is a work in progress.
I was the victim of a brutal acid attack which left me with severely impaired sight. How did my life change forever on that fateful day? Put very simply, I progressed from a poor bugger (360 degree burns of both corneas) to a man rich in understanding and fulfilment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arthur Kruger
• Release date: Mar 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463975923

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Poor Bugger

Poor Bugger

Arthur Kruger

Copyright © 2019 Arthur Kruger

Published by Arthur Kruger Publishing at Smashwords

First edition 2019

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

1. Introductory Note

2. Guiding Principles

3. The Heart of the Matter

4. How my Life Changed Forever

5. Major Insights

6. Learn How to Live

7. Creation is a Work in Progress

8. The Divinity of the Torah

9. The Effect of the Holocaust on the Bible and more specifically on the Torah

10. The Ethic of Reciprocity

11. My Star Certificate

12. The Quest for the Holy Grail

13. Mankind’s Manifesto

Epilogue

Appendix

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank:

 Marilyn Folly my accomplished researcher for her dedication, encouragement and support.

 Reach Publishers for their exceptional services.

 Frankie Kartun my very talented and enlightened editor.

 All those people who enriched my life by always doing the right deed for the right reason.

 All those people who said no to me. It’s because of them that I did it myself (Albert Einstein).

Prologue

In approximately 1949 at the age of 15 years I wrote a short story which was titled The Fortune Teller. With the passage of time the original hand-written version disappeared and only recently surfaced, folded neatly between the pages of another work.

I reproduce the contents of such story in its original, untouched state because of its relevance to many of the ideas contained within these pages.

"The Fortune Teller

A short story by Arthur Kruger

Darkness

Empty blackness

Desolate silence

Walls and boundaries had disappeared – nothing.

The stars, the moon… a gasp… winter… the screeching of tired lungs… a wilderness of space.

David lay immobile in space, the centre of the vast nothingness, the base from which the dimensions of despair and loneliness radiated.

Through the haze and confusion a little light, a thought… a glimpse of reality. Darkness, an ear-splitting explosion… a blinding flash… a thought. It tormented him and he strove desperately to remember… to recall.

A small smoke-filled dingy tent… shrieks and music… the fascination of the scarred and deformed face of the old hag… gleeful laughter… the bloodshot eyes, humped back… music… the tiny piercing voice… a crescendo of screeching and laughter – the voice – future – war – explosion… boisterous shouts and laughter. The voice again, intent – piercing – a diabolical prophecy – the amputation of both legs – Hag! – wretch – the blow – smoke – music… the whistle of a shell – gay laughter – the putrid smell of flesh – the intent face… nothing.

The night passed… the storm raged… and subsided – the relentless black lifted revealing a glowing warmth.

… whiteness – everywhere… the sea swelled… the storm flared. A face… firm and friendly… a voice – crisp, clear-cut, used to being obeyed.

A sudden calmness… words… and their comprehensions… necessary to rest… lack of feeling – nerves deadened by a pain-relieving injection… rest… sleep.

A tumultuous wave of restless emotion… a slave to an obsession indelibly printed on a tortured mind.

… a frantic search for the assurance and confirmation of his well-being.

Peace at last… a combination of warmth and jubilance… the assurance that his legs were unscathed… a feeling of eternal happiness and exuberant joy – sleep arriving at the height of passion like a cool sunset following a blistering tropical heat.

A dull dirty grey building… the third storey elevated from the mass of mutilated organism – a bright arc lamp – instruments of every size and description… a nauseating odour – seeming to emanate from the very walls. Strangely prominent in a corner an old basin – uncovered… a stench.

Incessant toil had not granted