Saturday, August 4, 2012

"The United States, as well as other nations, has had a history of flexing its muscle. It has become an ingrained reflex, Like a strong man in the circus showing the bulges on his arms. Unfortunately it also has a tendency to overreact to situations as a result, and this habit of killing mosquitoes using cannons has filtered down to the local level. In such times it is necessary to step back, and laugh at the pure idiocy of it, laugh out loud and in a public forum, laugh for that is the purest form of free speech. Look at the great empires of history, faded into myth and legend, Greece, Troy, Rome, Persia, America, Aztec, and laugh when you see people actively trying to repeat the mistakes that caused these empires to fall. Laugh for all the world to hear!!!"
I made this post in a FaceBook group called 2nd Revolt, a group that is actively trying to actively inform people on today's hot issues; Police brutality, government corruption, the rising Fasces. Unfortunately most people get stuck on non-issues, and never get off of them, more people try to transfer the blame to others. In "Informed Americans" the blame is given to the global Zionist conspiracy, and yet they never consider the source of their views on Zionism. In 1921 if you asked an Irish man where the greatest source of evil, in their eyes, came from, they would have said England. If you ask a Moslem, they will say it is Israel, ask an American, and the response will vary... Jews, Moslems, Government, problem is that this is only a way of passing the buck, of ignoring the timber in our own eyes.
 The truest form of evil arising, in the world, is wilful ignorance, blissfully forgetting to think, trying to wallow in stupidity, and swallowing everything the governments ministry of truth tells you. In time you will find the Christians being sent to prison, because their belief system has become illegal, because they stood around and did nothing when they could have made a stand against arising evil. All it takes for evil to prosper is for Christians to not be actively participating in activism. The occupy movement has a vein of antisemitism flowing through it, because of Palestinian infiltrators, and the christians have done nothing, (as a hole), "it doesn't affect us"...
 Can the belief system of the Christians have been so eroded that they actually refuse to see this?
 How much of the Holy Bible would be blacked out if Christians deleted parts they found inconvenient?
 Wilful ignorance is not only for the unwashed masses, indeed Christians are some of the worst partakers of this, not at all following the example of Christ. Maybe part of this is the allowance of pseudoscience to replace actual science, for an example I offer Creation Science. (No such thing). It came about as a way to refute Evolution, but that also is not a science, both fall within the realms of art, and fantasy. Science, true science, has provable results, you cannot possibly prove creation, nor evolution, without faith. What is next, do we relegate our own personal faith to science in order to battle the heathen? If already we are allowing deception to take part in our daily life, and we are ignoring facts we are then party to the evil that is arresting our faith.  If we are party to this evil, we are no better than the terrorists, who attack the churches in Nigeria, or the Syrians who whine about how unfair life is because Israel exists.
 Why are the Christians not standing up against the whining of Syrians, defending Israel against antisemitic attacks? Perhaps it is because they have become indistinguishable from the rest of the world, they are terrified of offering offence, they just wanna live in peace, they just wanna be politically correct. So they are bound for a Hell of their own building...

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

MAGIC!!!
For many the word evokes images of well dressed men and scantily clad women, prancing about on a stage making doves appear from handkerchiefs, pulling rabbits from hats, maybe even a woman levitating in the air whilst the magician thrusts a sharp blade beneath her. We call it magic, but we know it merely to be skillfully applied science, with aptly laid out illusion. Most "western people" stopped believing in magic long ago, they were too busy for imagination, and storytellers, too busy to be entertained, too busy chasing the illusive dollar. The schools encouraged logical thinking, those to whom creativity was their best asset were marginalized, forced to adapt to the false reality imposed by an unethical, and unbalanced education.
 Now I hear some people saying, " what the heck is he talking about", I am talking of magic, for the magic we used to watch on stage was a compilation of artistic endeavour, no less than Jared Robinson's paintings. ( Little plug there for my cousin). I write poetry, that too is a compilation of artistic endeavour, but poetry lost its magic years past, when it became mere words on a page, when most the "best" poetry failed to evoke a response, the lack of emotional response makes it so many wasted words. Some poetry has magic all it's own though, like what I tried to capture in this poem:
I look at you, and my heart explodes
a million pieces, all loving you
it's a rush, a surge, burning me through
a courtship of many different modes
I need you, this I cannot deny
'Tis more than I can possibly say
the words my eyes, and heart betray
a raging torrent we can't defy
I am a blazing bonfire of love
with passion I burn, to dim the sun
see how raw, these, my emotions run
for you who fit me, like hand in glove
Your kisses are sweeter than any wine
your eye are deeper than the seas
I get lost looking where she sees
I long to say you are truly mine
Should I live for all eternity
I doubt I could find another like you
who holds my heart as tight as you do
and lets me live in love's great city
A poet writes what he  knows, if he is any good at his craft, so this is what i set out to do in this poor example of creative composition. Perhaps it is just wasted words, perhaps not, perhaps it invokes that emotional response, in you, dear reader.
 That is one kind of magic, one in which many parlay, but there is another more insidious, more perfidious, malicious kind. I live in Mexico, where the magic of creation lingers long in the air, where that ancient magic echoes through the hills, and the serpents try to twist it, to bend what they barely comprehend. There are plenty of Charlatans, and frauds here, preying on the unfortunate inhabitants of this realm, promising the removal of demons. Removals which may take multiple sessions costing thousands of pesos, yet they are but mumblers praying to defunct gods, who were powerless when the priests of old carved their bodies from the stone, and invented them, powerless always. Yet the people gave them power, and sacrifices, some of their temples flowed with so much blood that channels were laid for directing it.
There are witches too, whom have some demonic powers, and still they act as if they were from the Most High. Make no mistake there is a battle here, for the souls of the populace, and what we once perceived as a spiritual battle plays out in the corporeal realm. Christians here suffer from demonic oppression, and the churches do nothing but pray, Western doctrine holds sway, (the time of demons is long past), and they are wrong. Wrong north of the river, and wrong south.
There is in this land an unholy saint, saint death - to whom much power is ascribed, witches, priests, and other charlatans gather beneath his banner, and the Christian church does nothing but pray.
In the Warsaw ghetto, during the second great war of the twentieth century, a handful of jews got fed up with doing nothing. They stood up and fought, and for a month held off the might of the nazi army. Some few escaped to tell the story, so we have an example of how only a few standing up to a great power can make a difference. There is a song, "In heavenly armor we will enter the land, the battle belongs to the LORD, No weapon that's fashioned, against us can stand, the battle belongs to the LORD", if all we do is pray we are not using that heavenly armor. Maybe we have neglected the armor so long, that we have forgotten its use is for taking part in the battle...
Ho, my comrades, see the signal,
Waving in the sky!
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh.

"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven,
By thy grace we will."

See the mighty host advancing,
Satan leading on,
Mighty men around us falling,
Courage almost gone!

"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven,
By thy grace we will."

See the glorious banner waving,
Hear the trumpet blow!
In our Leader's name we'll triumph,
Over every foe.

"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven,
By thy grace we will."

Fierce and long the battle rages,
But our help is near,
Onward comes our great Commander,
Cheer, my comrades, cheer.

"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven,
By thy grace we will."

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Okay, here it is, stop your whining Dan!!
 I have been asked by various people to open a blog to iterate my ponderings on politics, poetry, and prose, so here it is, stop whining!!!
You will notice I recommend a few other blogs, and trust me - if you like my passionate rants, poetical studies, or even my fictional stories, then you will like these blogs. If you want to know why a person thinks as he does, then see what he reads, or in many cases watches on the one eyed god who tells him what to think, and what to not think. The decline of the story teller is due in a large part to an electronic gadget that rules the house, for if it did not then schedules would not be reworked around the programming, and parents would not use it as a babysitter, and the media would not have such a hold on how people think.
 My friend Christian would say that I have a tendency to wax long on certain subjects, or perhaps in private he would refer to it as flogging a dead horse, I admit that sometimes I will go off on a rant ad nausium,but i am not trying to flog a dead horse, I am trying to flay it, and post up the dead rotting corpse for all to see, and smell. If this dead horse raises enough of a stink, then perhaps people will be annoyed enough to do something about it. Unlike many people, though, I will admit when I am wrong, and if necessary make apologies, though I am not often wrong, I try to get my facts straight, and when the ducks are in a row, maybe I can shoot several of them with only one bullet. When I find myself on open ground, fighting a battle, and no one notices, then sometimes I call for reinforcements. Imagine the furor that arises when more than just I am reporting an issue that people would try to ignore.
 Ignorance is not bliss, it is potentially fatal to your freedom, whether you are a patriot fighting for liberty, or a follower of Christ fighting against the pervasive evil that has infiltrated the church, or pretty much anybody else, fighting for justice, freedom, truth, or love. It is my task to try to relieve you of your ignorance, on certain subjects, and try to entertain you at other times... I am a storyteller afterall, and a poet, and you will be able to revue and comment critically upon my musings, my poetry, even my writing. Dear reader, remember when you are offended by what i say, look at why it offends you!!!!