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feel it
the ultimate spiritual way
Everyone can relate to F**k It,’
THE Times — SaturDay REVIEW
“P**K It". |was practising the words. They rolled around my head. We
need to say “F**k It” when we're out of sync with the natural world: it
helps us go with the flow,’
THE OBSERVER
‘This year, dare to say F**k It... | did it. | relaxed, let go, told the truth,
did what made me happy and accepted everyone... | don't feel like a
martyr and | had real fun.’
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Also by John C. Parkin
F**k |t Therapy: The Profane Way to Profound Happiness
John C. Parkin
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe
the use of any technique as a form oftreatment for physical, emotional,
or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or
indirectly.The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general
nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being,
In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, the
author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
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Acknowledgements
Foreword (New Edition) by the Reverend M. Townsend
Foreword (Original Edition) by Barefoot Doctor Xix
THE FOREPLAY
A Taste: Say F**k It to Something Now
A Message from the Author
A Message from Our Sponsors
Why Saying F**k It Is a Spiritual Act
Why F**k It Has Such a Charge
How to Read This Book
3 SAYING F**K IT 63
Even Your Own Mind Will Resist Your Impulse to Say
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Say F**k It to Food 6/7
Say F**k It in Your Relationships 1/8)
Say F**k It to Illness and Disease 8|
Say F**k It to Money 86
Say F**k It to Fame 90
Say F**k It to the Weather 72.
Say F**k It to Being a Peaceful Person 23
Say F**k It to Parenting 98
Say F**k It to Self-Control and Discipline |Q9
Say F**k It to Plans and Goals ea
Say F**k It to Wanting the World to Be a Better Place eee
Say F**k It to Climate Change 124
Say F**k It to Your Issues 126
Say F**k It to What Other People Think of You 130
Say F**k It to Fear 140
Say F**k It to Being Uptight 146
Say F**k It and Be Selfish I5|
Say F**k It to Your Job (57
Say F**k It to Your Country 162
Say F**k It to Searching |64
Say F**k It, and Live and Let Live ley
4 THE EFFECT OF SAYING F**K IT 173
Life Responds When You Say F**k It to It 173
The Effect on Your Mind of Saying F**k It 77
The Effect on Your Body of Saying F**k It |84
The Effect on Your Spirit of Saying F**k It 187
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a) because of my terrible memory or b) because your contribution
wasn't as great as you thought it was.
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directly or indirectly (in alphabetical order, in case you're wondering):
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FOREWORD
(NEW EDITION)
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In his very special book The Beautiful Life, former Anglican vicar Simon
Parke writes: You have been running on a treadmill for so long, but
you have decided to step off. And now you are walking across the
grass towards the edge of a great cliff, to leap into a gorgeous void.
After so much meaningless and exhausting activity — for meaningless
activity is particularly exhausting — you long to throw yourself into
the strange holding of nothing. Will you dare? The ego Is running after
you, telling you not to be so stupid, that you'd be mad to jump, to
stay on the treadmill at all costs. He says you will kill yourself if you
jump. He says there's nothing there. He asks how can you wish for
nothing when the treadmill works so well? What do you say? What
do you do?’
To cut a long story short, | paid a visit to my boss (the Bishop) after
deciding to say, ‘Fuck It, I'm going to let him see the real me for once
— warts and all’ The result: | lost my job, my home, my income, my
place in the community, my security and more. But it was not all loss,
for | gained my freedom, my authenticity, my true vocation, my inner
happiness and my life as it should be.
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Yet the irony is that my own faith (and don’t worry, | am not one of
those sourfaced killjoys who thinks my religion's the only true one
and needs forcing down everyone else’s throat) is based on a man
who said Fuck It.
Jesus said Fuck It in so many ways. He said Fuck It to the ones who
thought women should be kept in their place, and even allowed
a woman of the night to kiss his feet. He said Fuck It to the ones
who saw booze and feasting as sinful, and even made more wine
for an already pissed-up party. He said Fuck It to the ones who
saw themselves as righteous and holier than thou, and even stopped
them taking out their projected hatred on another He said Fuck It to
the ones who saw religion as something to make them feel superior,
and even lifted the fallen, broken and downtrodden into the arms of
Divine LOVE. And he said Fuck It to his own personal security and
bravely challenged the system, knowing where it would all end. Yes,
my own religion is based on Fuck It, yet it has been replaced ya
perfectionistic respectability,
xvi
FOREWORD (NEW EDITION)
Anyway, Fuck It, that’s enough of my voice. Suffice it to say that you're
in for a real treat. So make yourself comfortable, and get ready to
never be the same again.
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Fuck It, I'm just going to write whatever comes into my head. |
was
deliberating about it — wanting to do the best possible forewor
d
because the book fully deserves one, and getting all intellectually
Prissy about it — when all at once, | stopped and realized what | was
doing: a foreword to a book with the bold and irreverent title F**k
It. So why deliberate?
To do this requires a willingness to relax and let go, not Just once
but again and again, because the part of your mind that’s addicted
to and identifies with those stories is a wily fox and will fight for its
habit at every turn.
To let go requires a command given to your mind, one that the mind
can identify with and which elicits a spontaneous sense of freedom.
And what better command than ‘Fuck It’, for in the instant of uttering
these profanely eloquent words you are at one with every rebel who
Feek IT
ever lived, with all the world’s great liberators, with every maverick
who ever bucked the trend. You are free — and in your freedom you
are naturally magnificent.
John and | are kindred spirits — | am utterly inspired by him and his
brilliant book — | believe it’s a major contribution to the human race.
Barefoot Doctor
THE
FOREPLAY
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When you say F**k It, you give in to the flow oflife — you stop doing
what you don't want to do, you finally do what you've always wanted
to do and you stop listening to people and listen to yourself,
When you say F**k It, you carry out a spiritual act (the ultimate one,
actually) because you give up, let go, stop resisting and relax back into
the natural flow of life itself (otherwise known as the Tao, God, ete).
When you say F**k It, you stop worrying (generally), give up wanting
(mainly) and end up being darn happy to be yourself in the present
moment (if you're lucky).
So the man on the bike pulls off his helmet (oohh, matron).
And is
giggling. Once he's pulled himself together he tells you why he was
laughing.
For all of us, life is made up ofthings that matter. Our value system is
simply the things in the world that we've chosen to matter to us (or
been handed by ‘conditioning’). And the things that matter to us are
the things that we take seriously.
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When we say F**k It (and we usually do say it when the things that matter
to us have gone tits-up), we recognize that the thing that mattered to
us doesn't matter so much. In other words —
through whatever unfortunate circumstance When we say
— we stop taking seriously something that we F**k It we stop
usually take very seriously indeed. takin g thin gs
By now, your brain might be buzzing around like a fly in a shoe box
taunted by the odours of rotting meat, because the possibility that
things might not matter, well, it does your head in. But for most of us,
there's also the irresistible perfume of freedom when we find that
things might not matter so much after all.
Pause.
Because that, dear reader, was the original ‘Message from the Author’
that | wrote for the first edition of this book.
And here | am again, sitting in roughly the same place, revisiting all
these words for this revised and updated edition. So, before | tell you
some more about the world of F**k It, | thought I'd quickly give you
the backstory to how it all came about:
2004: We open the retreat, The Hill That Breathes. It’s exciting, it’s
tiring, and it's a blast. Towards the end of that year, we find ourselves
advising our guests — who have come to relax and let go — that it’s
probably best to say ‘F**k It’ to the things that are stressing them out.
People seem to like this idea; they tell us so and we have a thought:
why not teach a ‘F**k It Week’.
July 2007: | publish the book myself printing 1,000 copies. People
really love it. Word spreads quickly — including to my favourite
publisher, Hay House. I’m talking about them to a mate when | get
an email from Michelle Pilley, the UK boss. She wants to talk. | meet
Michelle and the team, and we get on really well. They offer to publish
the book the following year.
(As |write this, five years later, the F**k It books have been translated
into 22 languages and have sold an estimated 400,000 copies around
the world.)
2009: We release The Way of F**k It (again with Hay House), a fun
little book with lines of F**k It wisdom and illustrations from Gaia.
4
THE FOREPLAY
You see, ! wrote this book at a particular time in my life, and with a
particular energy. | wrote much of it quickly, early in the morning. |
wasn't able to type quickly enough to keep up with all the thoughts
that were streaming into my head. And | kind of knew, at the time,
that | NEEDED to get it all written down.
tell anyone this) to write it down for myself, in case that sense of
freedom, and my sense of EPIPHANY, faded. | realize now that I'd
probably felt a similar sense of freedom only once before in my
life: when | finished my A levels and left school, aged 18.1 had not
enjoyed school; |had not enjoyed having to work so hard. Having put
my pen down for the last time in the final exam, | came home and
pitched a tent in the garden.
| slept in that tent for weeks. | just sat in that tent, loving being free.
| then packed it up and went to Cornwall, in the west of England,
where |walked the coastal paths, breathed the sea air and slept in my
tent. | ate Cornish pasties and shouted every day into the Cornish
coastal breeze: |AM FREEEEEEEE.
Then, when we had our epiphany in late 2004 and 2005, which
was
led by and fuelled by the use of this bizarrely beautiful profani
ty —
F**k It — an almost overwhelming sense of freedom erupte
d in me.
By 2005 | was a different John from the John of 2004.1 had
healed. |
was full of energy. I'd suddenly seen that I’d been worryi
ng about so
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much that didn't matter. |spent most of my time just laughing, giggling
and playing. It was a more exuberant experience of freedom than
the one I'd had at 18.1 wanted to run and shout with Joy, and laugh
til it hurt, and to suck life up for everything it had.
So, who am |,John of 2013, to go messing with the words of Mr. Free,
the John of 2005?
So this is what | did: |went searching for what else John of 2005 had
written.
And | found plenty — stuff that | felt we didn’t have room for
in the original book; stuff that | felt people wouldn't really appreciate;
stuff that |thought might upset people. But, joy ofjoys, | loved reading
that stuff
You see, | didn’t know, back then, that the book would become so
successful. | didn’t realize that it would resonate so deeply with so
many people. | just wanted to share it.And what | know now is that
some ofthe other stuff |wrote will resonate with people, too.
So this is what I've done. I've left most of the original material intact
— there are some small changes, mainly to do with dates (you'll read
that ‘my boys are now |2’a few times!) — and I've simply added in the
extra sections that | recovered. And, just so you know, this is what
you'll find as extra material:
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honor. The offence which provoked this assault is not even hinted at,
though it may have arisen from the troubled state of public affairs.
Captain Praa was a man of influence and dignity in the community,
an exiled Huguenot, of remarkable skill in horsemanship and arms.
In spite of all this, it appears probable that the sentiment of the
community was in sympathy with the two turbulent assaulters and
batterers, for they were fined only six shillings and three pounds
respectively. They threw themselves on the mercy of the Court, and
certainly were treated with mercy.
There are, however, few women-criminals named in the old Dutch
and early English records, and these few were not prosecuted for
any very great crimes or viciousness; the chief number were brought
up for defamation of character and slander, though men-slanderers
were more plentiful than women. The close intimacy, the ideal
neighborliness of the Dutch communities of New York made the
settlers deeply abhor all violations of the law of social kindness. To
preserve this state of amity, they believed with Chaucer “the first
vertue is to restraine and kepen wel thine tonge.”
The magistrates knew how vast a flame might be kindled by a
petty spark; and therefore promptly quenched the odious slander in
its beginning; petty quarrels were adjusted by arbitration ere they
grew to great breaches. As sung the chorus of Batavian women in
Van der Vondel’s great poem:—
Sunday was not observed in New Netherland with any such rigidity
as in New England. The followers of Cocceius would not willingly
include Saturday night, and not even all of the Sabbath day, in their
holy time. Madam Knight, writing in 1704 of a visit to New York,
noted: “The Dutch aren’t strict in keeping the Sabbath as in Boston
and other places where I have been.” This was, of course, in times of
English rule in New York. Still, much respect to the day was required,
especially under the governing hand of the rigid Calvinist
Stuyvesant. He specially enjoined and enforced strict regard for
seemly quiet during service time. The records of Stuyvesant’s
government are full of injunctions and laws prohibiting “tavern-
tapping” during the hours of church service. He would not tolerate
fishing, gathering of berries or nuts, playing in the street, nor gaming
at ball or bowls during church time. At a little later date the time of
prohibition of noise and tapping and gaming was extended to include
the entire Sabbath day, and the schout was ordered to be active in
searching out and punishing such offenders.
Occasionally his vigilance did discover some Sabbath disorders.
He found the first Jew trader who came to the island of Manhattan
serenely keeping open shop on Sunday, and selling during sermon
time, knowing naught of any Sunday laws of New Amsterdam.
And Albert the Trumpeter was seen on the Sabbath in suspicious
guise, with an axe on his shoulder,—but he was only going to cut a
bat for his little son; and as for his neighbor who did cut wood, it was
only kindling, since his children were cold.
And one Sunday evening in 1660 the schout triumphantly found
three sailors round a tap-house table with a lighted candle and a
backgammon-board thereon; and he surely had a right to draw an
inference of gaming therefrom.
And in another public-house ninepins were visible, and a can and
glass, during preaching-time. The landlady had her excuse,—some
came to her house and said church was out, and one chanced to
have a bowl in his hand and another a pin, but there was no playing
at bowls.
Still, though he snooped and fined, in 1656 the burgomasters
learned “by daily and painful experience” that the profanation of “the
Lord’s day of Rest by the dangerous, Yes, damnable Sale or Dealing
out of Wines Beers and Brandy-Waters” still went on; and fresh
Sunday Laws were issued forbidding “the ordinary and customary
Labors of callings, such as Sowing, Mowing, Building, Sawing wood,
Smithing, Bleeching, Hunting, Fishing.” All idle sports were banned
and named: “Dancing, Card-playing, Tick-tacking, Playing at ball, at
bowls, at ninepins; taking Jaunts in Boats, Wagons, or Carriages.”
In 1673, again, the magistrates “experienced to our great grief”
that rolling ninepins was more in vogue on Sunday than on any other
day. And we learn that there were social clubs that “Set on the
Sabbath,” which must speedily be put an end to. Thirty men were
found by the schout in one tap-huys; but as they were playing
ninepins and backgammon two hours after the church-doors had
closed, prosecution was most reluctantly abandoned.
Of course scores of “tappers” were prosecuted, both in taverns
and private houses. Piety and regard for an orderly Sabbath were
not the only guiding thoughts in the burgomasters’ minds in framing
these Sunday liquor laws and enforcing them; for some tapsters had
“tapped beer during divine service and used a small kind of measure
which is in contempt of our religion and must ruin our state,”—and
the state was sacred. In the country, as for instance on Long Island,
the carting of grain, travelling for pleasure, and shooting of wild-fowl
on Sunday were duly punished in the local courts.
I do not think that children were as rigid church attendants in New
York as in New England. In 1696, in Albany, we find this injunction:
“ye Constables in eache warde to take thought in attending at ye
church to hender such children as Profane ye Sabbath;” and we
know that Albany boys and girls were complained of for coasting
down hill on Sunday,—which enormity would have been simply
impossible in New England, except in an isolated outburst of Adamic
depravity. In another New York town the “Athoatys” complained of
the violation of the Sabbath by “the Younger Sort of people in
Discourssing of Vane things and Running of Raesses.” As for the city
of New York, even at Revolutionary times a cage was set up on City
Hall Park in which to confine wicked New York boys who profaned
the Sabbath. I do not find so full provisions made for seating children
in Dutch Reformed churches as in Puritan meeting-houses. A wise
saying of Martin Luther’s was “Public sermons do very little edify
children”—perhaps the Dutch agreed with him. As the children were
taught the Bible and the catechism every day in the week, their
spiritual and religious schooling was sufficient without the Sunday
sermon,—but, of course, if they were not in the church during
services, they would “talk of vane Things and run Raesses.”
Before the arrival of any Dutch preacher in the new settlement in
the new world, the spiritual care of the little company was provided
for by men appointed to a benign and beautiful old Dutch office, and
called krankebesoeckers or zeikentroosters,—“comforters of the
Sick,”—who not only tenderly comforted the sick and weary of heart,
but “read to the Commonalty on Sundays from texts of Scripture with
the Comments.” These pious men were assigned to this godly work
in Fort Orange and in New Amsterdam and Breuckelen. In Esopus
they had meetings every Sunday, “and one among us read
something for a postille.” Often special books of sermons were read
to the congregations.
In Fort Orange they had a domine before they had a church. The
patroon instructed Van Curler to build a church in 1642; but it was
not until 1646 that the little wooden edifice was really put up. It was
furnished at a cost of about thirty-two dollars by carpenter
Fredricksen, with a predickstoel, or pulpit, a seat for the magistrates,
—de Heerebanke,—one for the deacons, nine benches and several
corner-seats.