Christian Articles by: Dennis L. Siluk

† Pasión de nuestro Señor Jesucristo, según San Juan

2011-04-22T09:31:00.000-07:00

† Pasión de nuestro Señor
Jesucristo, según San Juan
(18, 1—19, 42)

Apresaron a Jesús y lo ataron

C. En aquel tiempo, Jesús fue con sus discípulos al otro lado del torrente Cedrón, donde había un huerto, y entraron allí él y sus discípulos. Judas, el traidor, conocía también el sitio, porque Jesús se reunía a menudo allí con sus discípulos.
Entonces Judas tomó un batallón de soldados y guardias de los sumos sacerdotes y de los fariseos y entró en el huerto con linternas, antorchas y armas. Jesús, sabiendo todo lo que iba a suceder, se adelantó y les dijo:
“¿A quién buscan?”
C. Le contestaron:
S. “A Jesús, el nazareno”.
C. Les dijo Jesús:
Yo soy”.
C. Estaba también con ellos Judas, el traidor. Al decirles ‘Yo soy’, retrocedieron y cayeron a tierra. Jesús les volvió a preguntar:
“¿A quién buscan?”
C. Ellos dijeron:
S. “A Jesús, el nazareno”.
C. Jesús contestó:
“Les he dicho que soy yo. Si me buscan a mí, dejen que éstos se vayan”.
C. Así se cumplió lo que Jesús había dicho: ‘No he perdido a ninguno de los que me diste’. Entonces Simón Pedro, que llevaba una espada, la sacó e hirió a un criado del sumo sacerdote y le cortó la oreja derecha. Este criado se llamaba Malco. Dijo entonces Jesús a Pedro:
“Mete la espada en la vaina. ¿No voy a beber el cáliz que me ha dado mi Padre?”

Llevaron a Jesús primero ante Anás

C. El batallón, su comandante y los criados de los judíos apresaron a Jesús, lo ataron y lo llevaron primero ante Anás, porque era suegro de Caifás, sumo sacerdote aquel año.
Caifás era el que había dado a los judíos este consejo:
‘Conviene que muera un solo hombre por el pueblo’.
Simón Pedro y otro discípulo iban siguiendo a Jesús. Este discípulo era conocido del sumo sacerdote y entró con Jesús en el palacio del sumo sacerdote, mientras Pedro se quedaba fuera, junto a la puerta. Salió el otro discípulo, el conocido del sumo sacerdote, habló con la portera e hizo entrar a Pedro. La portera dijo entonces a Pedro:
S. “¿No eres tú también uno de los discípulos de ese hombre?”
C. El dijo:
S. “No lo soy”.
C. Los criados y los guardias habían encendido un brasero, porque hacía frío, y se calentaban. También Pedro estaba con ellos de pie, calentándose.
El sumo sacerdote interrogó a Jesús acerca de sus discípulos y de su doctrina. Jesús le contestó:
†. “Yo he hablado abiertamente al mundo y he enseñado continuamente en la sinagoga y en el templo, donde se reúnen todos los judíos, y no he dicho nada a escondidas. ¿Por qué me interrogas a mí? Interroga a los que me han oído, sobre lo que les he hablado. Ellos saben lo que he dicho”.
C. Apenas dijo esto, uno de los guardias le dio una bofetada a Jesús, diciéndole:
S. “¿Así contestas al sumo sacerdote?”
C. Jesús le respondió:
“Si he faltado al hablar, demuestra en qué he faltado; pero si he hablado como se debe, ¿por qué me pegas?”
C. Entonces Anás lo envió atado a Caifás, el sumo sacerdote.

¿No eres tú también uno de sus discípulos? No lo soy
C. Simón Pedro estaba de pie,calentándose, y le dijeron:
S. “¿No eres tú también uno de sus discípulos?”
C. El lo negó diciendo:
S. “No lo soy”.
C. Uno de los criados del sumo sacerdote, pariente de aquel a quien Pedro le había cortado la oreja, le dijo:
S. “¿Qué no te vi yo con él en el huerto?”
C. Pedro volvió a negarlo y enseguida cantó un gallo.

Mi Reino no es de este mundo

C. Llevaron a Jesús de casa de Caifás al pretorio. Era muy de mañana y ellos no entraron en el palacio para no incurrir en impureza y poder así comer la cena de Pascua.
Salió entonces Pilato a donde estaban ellos y les dijo:
S. “¿De qué acusan a este hombre?”
C. Le contestaron:
S. “Si éste no fuera un malhechor, no te lo hubiéramos traído”.
C. Pilato les dijo:
S. “Pues llévenselo y júzguenlo según su ley”.
C. Los judíos le respondieron:
S. “No estamos autorizados para dar muerte a nadie”.
C. Así se cumplió lo que había dicho Jesús, indicando de qué muerte iba a morir.
Entró otra vez Pilato en el pretorio, llamó a Jesús y le dijo:
S. “¿Eres tú el rey de los judíos?”
C. Jesús le contestó:
“¿Eso lo preguntas por tu cuenta o te lo han dicho otros?”
C. Pilato le respondió:
S. “¿Acaso soy yo judío? Tu pueblo y los sumos sacerdotes te han entregado a mí. ¿Qué es lo que has hecho?”
C. Jesús le contestó:
“Mi Reino no es de este mundo. Si mi Reino fuera de este mundo, mis servidores habrían luchado para que no cayera yo en manos de los judíos. Pero mi Reino no es de aquí”.
C. Pilato le dijo:
S. “¿Conque tú eres rey?”
C. Jesús le contestó:
“Tú lo has dicho. Soy rey. Yo nací y vine al mundo para ser testigo de la verdad.
Todo el que es de la verdad,escucha mi voz”.
C. Pilato le dijo:
S. “¿Y qué es la verdad?”
C. Dicho esto, salió otra vez a donde estaban los judíos y les dijo:
S. “No encuentro en él ninguna culpa. Entre ustedes es costumbre que por Pascua ponga en libertad a un preso.¿Quieren que les suelte al rey de
los judíos?”
C. Pero todos ellos gritaron:
S. “¡No, a ése no! ¡A Barrabás!”
C. (El tal Barrabás era un bandido).

¡Viva el rey de los judíos!

C. Entonces Pilato tomó a Jesús y lo mandó azotar. Los soldados trenzaron una corona de espinas, se la pusieron en la cabeza, le echaron encima un manto color púrpura, y acercándose a él, le decían:
S. “¡Viva el rey de los judíos!”,
C. y le daban de bofetadas.
Pilato salió otra vez afuera y les dijo:
S. “Aquí lo traigo para que sepan que no encuentro en él ninguna culpa”.
C. Salió, pues, Jesús, llevando la corona de espinas y el manto color púrpura.
Pilato les dijo:
S. “Aquí está el hombre”.
C. Cuando lo vieron los sumos sacerdotes y sus servidores, gritaron:
S. “¡Crucifícalo, crucifícalo!”
C. Pilato les dijo:
S. “Llévenselo ustedes y crucifíquenlo, porque yo no encuentro culpa en él”.
C. Los judíos le contestaron:
S. “Nosotros tenemos una ley y según esa ley tiene que morir, porque se ha declarado Hijo de Dios”.
C. Cuando Pilato oyó estas palabras, se asustó aún más, y entrando otra vez en el pretorio,dijo a Jesús:
S. “¿De dónde eres tú?”
C. Pero Jesús no le respondió.
Pilato le dijo entonces:
S. “¿A mí no me hablas? ¿No sabes que tengo autoridad para soltarte y autoridad para crucificarte?”
C. Jesús le contestó:
“No tendrías ninguna autoridad sobre mí, si no te la hubieran dado de lo alto. Por eso, el que me ha entregado a ti tiene un pecado mayor”.

¡Fuera, fuera! Crucifícalo

C. Desde ese momento Pilato trataba de soltarlo, pero los judíos gritaban:
S. “¡Si sueltas a ése, no eres amigo del César!; porque todo el que pretende ser rey, es enemigo del César”.
C. Al oír estas palabras, Pilato sacó a Jesús y lo sentó en el tribunal, en el sitio que llaman “el Enlosado” (en hebreo Gábbata).
Era el día de la preparación de la Pascua, hacia el mediodía.
Y dijo Pilato a los judíos:
S. “Aquí tienen a su rey”.
C. Ellos gritaron:
S. “¡Fuera, fuera! ¡Crucifícalo!”
C. Pilato les dijo:
S. “¿A su rey voy a crucificar?”
C. Contestaron los sumos sacerdotes:
S. “No tenemos más rey que el César”.
C. Entonces se lo entregó para que lo crucificaran.

Crucificaron a Jesús y con él a otros dos

C. Tomaron a Jesús y él, cargando con la cruz, se dirigió hacia el sitio llamado “la Calavera” (que en hebreo se dice Gólgota), donde lo crucificaron, y con él a otros dos, uno de cada lado, y en medio Jesús.
Pilato mandó escribir un letrero y ponerlo encima de la cruz; en él estaba escrito: ‘Jesús el nazareno, el rey de los judíos’.
Leyeron el letrero muchos judíos, porque estaba cerca el lugar donde crucificaron a Jesús y estaba escrito en hebreo, latín y griego. Entonces los sumos sacerdotes de los judíos le dijeron a Pilato:
S. “No escribas: ‘El rey de los judíos’, sino: ‘Este ha dicho: Soy rey de los judíos’ ”.
C. Pilato les contestó:
S. “Lo escrito, escrito está”.

Se repartieron mi ropa

C. Cuando crucificaron a Jesús, los soldados cogieron su ropa e hicieron cuatro partes, una para cada soldado, y apartaron la túnica. Era una túnica sin costura, tejida toda de una pieza de arriba a abajo. Por eso se dijeron:
S. “No la rasguemos, sino echemos suertes para ver a quién le toca”.
C. Así se cumplió lo que dice la Escritura: Se repartieron mi ropa y echaron a suerte mi túnica. Y eso hicieron los soldados.

Ahí está tu hijo - Ahí está tu madre

C. Junto a la cruz de Jesús estaban su madre, la hermana de su madre, María la de Cleofás, y María Magdalena. Al ver a su madre y junto a ella al discípulo que tanto quería, Jesús dijo a su madre:
“Mujer, ahí está tu hijo”.
C. Luego dijo al discípulo:
“Ahí está tu madre”.
C. Y desde entonces el discípulo se la llevó a vivir con él.

Todo está cumplido

C. Después de esto, sabiendo Jesús que todo había llegado a su término, para que se cumpliera la Escritura dijo:
“Tengo sed”.
C. Había allí un jarro lleno de vinagre. Los soldados sujetaron una esponja empapada en vinagre a una caña de hisopo y se la acercaron a la boca. Jesús probó el vinagre y dijo:
“Todo está cumplido”,
C. e inclinando la cabeza, entregó el espíritu.

Aquí se arrodillan todos y se hace una breve pausa.

Inmediatamente salió sangre y agua

C. Entonces, los judíos, como era el día de la preparación de la Pascua, para que los cuerpos de los ajusticiados no se quedaran en la cruz el sábado, porque aquel sábado era un día muy solemne, pidieron a Pilato que les quebraran las piernas y los quitaran de la cruz. Fueron los soldados, le quebraron las piernas a uno y luego al otro de los que habían sido crucificados con él. Pero al llegar a Jesús, viendo que ya había muerto, no le quebraron las piernas, sino que uno de los soldados le traspasó el costado con una lanza e inmediatamente salió sangre y agua.
El que vio da testimonio de esto y su testimonio es verdadero y él sabe que dice la verdad, para que también ustedes crean. Esto sucedió para que se cumpliera lo que
dice la Escritura:
No le quebrarán ningún hueso; y en otro lugar la Escritura dice:
Mirarán al que traspasaron.

Vendaron el cuerpo de Jesús y lo perfumaron

Después de esto, José de Arimatea, que era discípulo de Jesús, pero oculto por miedo a los judíos, pidió a Pilato que lo dejara llevarse el cuerpo de Jesús. Y Pilato lo autorizó. El fue entonces y se llevó el cuerpo.
Llegó también Nicodemo, el que había ido a verlo de noche, y trajo unas cien libras de una mezcla de mirra y áloe.
Tomaron el cuerpo de Jesús y lo envolvieron en lienzos con esos aromas, según se acostumbra enterrar entre los judíos. Había un huerto en el sitio donde lo crucificaron, y en el huerto, un sepulcro nuevo, donde nadie había sido enterrado todavía.
Y como para los judíos era el día de la preparación de la Pascua y el sepulcro estaba cerca, allí pusieron a Jesús.

Bible Reading, April 23, 2011

2011-04-22T08:06:00.001-07:00

Gospel, Mt 28:1-10

1 After the Sabbath, and towards dawn on the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala and the other Mary went to visit the sepulchre.

2 And suddenly there was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord, descending from heaven, came and rolled away the stone and sat on it.

3 His face was like lightning, his robe white as snow.

4 The guards were so shaken by fear of him that they were like dead men.

5 But the angel spoke; and he said to the women, 'There is no need for you to be afraid. I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified.

6 He is not here, for he has risen, as he said he would. Come and see the place where he lay,

7 then go quickly and tell his disciples, "He has risen from the dead and now he is going ahead of you to Galilee; that is where you will see him." Look! I have told you.'

8 Filled with awe and great joy the women came quickly away from the tomb and ran to tell his disciples.

9 And suddenly, coming to meet them, was Jesus. 'Greetings,' he said. And the women came up to him and, clasping his feet, they did him homage.

10 Then Jesus said to them, 'Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers that they must leave for Galilee; there they will see me.'

Bible Reading, April 22, 2011

2011-04-22T07:39:00.000-07:00

Gospel, Jn 18:1-19:42

1 After he had said all this, Jesus left with his disciples and crossed the Kidron valley where there was a garden into which he went with his disciples.

2 Judas the traitor knew the place also, since Jesus had often met his disciples there,

3 so Judas brought the cohort to this place together with guards sent by the chief priests and the Pharisees, all with lanterns and torches and weapons.

4 Knowing everything that was to happen to him, Jesus came forward and said, 'Who are you looking for?'

5 They answered, 'Jesus the Nazarene.' He said, 'I am he.' Now Judas the traitor was standing among them.

6 When Jesus said to them, 'I am he,' they moved back and fell on the ground.

7 He asked them a second time, 'Who are you looking for?' They said, 'Jesus the Nazarene.'

8 Jesus replied, 'I have told you that I am he. If I am the one you are looking for, let these others go.'

9 This was to fulfil the words he had spoken, 'Not one of those you gave me have I lost.'

10 Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest's servant, cutting off his right ear. The servant's name was Malchus.

11 Jesus said to Peter, 'Put your sword back in its scabbard; am I not to drink the cup that the Father has given me?'

12 The cohort and its tribune and the Jewish guards seized Jesus and bound him.

13 They took him first to Annas, because Annas was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, who was high priest that year.

14 It was Caiaphas who had counselled the Jews, 'It is better for one man to die for the people.'

15 Simon Peter, with another disciple, followed Jesus. This disciple, who was known to the high priest, went with Jesus into the high priest's palace,

16 but Peter stayed outside the door. So the other disciple, the one known to the high priest, went out, spoke to the door-keeper and brought Peter in.

17 The girl on duty at the door said to Peter, 'Aren't you another of that man's disciples?' He answered, 'I am not.'

18 Now it was cold, and the servants and guards had lit a charcoal fire and were standing there warming themselves; so Peter stood there too, warming himself with the others.

19 The high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and his teaching.

20 Jesus answered, 'I have spoken openly for all the world to hear; I have always taught in the synagogue and in the Temple where all the Jews meet together; I have said nothing in secret.

21 Why ask me? Ask my hearers what I taught; they know what I said.'

22 At these words, one of the guards standing by gave Jesus a slap in the face, saying, 'Is that the way you answer the high priest?'

23 Jesus replied, 'If there is some offence in what I said, point it out; but if not, why do you strike me?'

24 Then Annas sent him, bound, to Caiaphas the high priest.

25 As Simon Peter stood there warming himself, someone said to him, 'Aren't you another of his disciples?' He denied it saying, 'I am not.'

26 One of the high priest's servants, a relation of the man whose ear Peter had cut off, said, 'Didn't I see you in the garden with him?'

27 Again Peter denied it; and at once a cock crowed.

28 They then led Jesus from the house of Caiaphas to the Praetorium. It was now morning. They did not go into the Praetorium themselves to avoid becoming defiled and unable to eat the Passover.

29 So Pilate came outside to them and said, 'What charge do you bring against this man?' They replied,

30 'If he were not a criminal, we should not have handed him over to you.'

31 Pilate said, 'Take him yourselves, and try him by your own Law.' The Jews answered, 'We are not allowed to put anyone to death.'

32 This was to fulfil the words Jesus had spoken indicating the way he was going to die.

33 So Pilate went back into the Praetorium and called Jesus to him and asked him, 'Are you the king of the Jews?'

34 Jesus replied, 'Do you ask this of your own accord, or have others said it to you about me?'

35 Pilate answered, 'Am I a Jew? It is your own people and the chief priests who have handed you over to me: what have you done?'

36 Jesus replied, 'Mine is not a kingdom of this world; if my kingdom were of this world, my men would have fought to prevent my being surrendered to the Jews. As it is, my kingdom does not belong here.'

37 Pilate said, 'So, then you are a king?' Jesus answered, 'It is you who say that I am a king. I was born for this, I came into the world for this, to bear witness to the truth; and all who are on the side of truth listen to my voice.'

38 'Truth?' said Pilate. 'What is that?' And so saying he went out again to the Jews and said, 'I find no case against him.

39 But according to a custom of yours I should release one prisoner at the Passover; would you like me, then, to release for you the king of the Jews?'

40 At this they shouted, 'Not this man,' they said, 'but Barabbas.' Barabbas was a bandit.

1 Pilate then had Jesus taken away and scourged;

2 and after this, the soldiers twisted some thorns into a crown and put it on his head and dressed him in a purple robe.

3 They kept coming up to him and saying, 'Hail, king of the Jews!' and slapping him in the face.

4 Pilate came outside again and said to them, 'Look, I am going to bring him out to you to let you see that I find no case against him.'

5 Jesus then came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said, 'Here is the man.'

6 When they saw him, the chief priests and the guards shouted, 'Crucify him! Crucify him!' Pilate said, 'Take him yourselves and crucify him: I find no case against him.'

7 The Jews replied, 'We have a Law, and according to that Law he ought to be put to death, because he has claimed to be Son of God.'

8 When Pilate heard them say this his fears increased.

9 Re-entering the Praetorium, he said to Jesus, 'Where do you come from?' But Jesus made no answer.

10 Pilate then said to him, 'Are you refusing to speak to me? Surely you know I have power to release you and I have power to crucify you?'

11 Jesus replied, 'You would have no power over me at all if it had not been given you from above; that is why the man who handed me over to you has the greater guilt.'

12 From that moment Pilate was anxious to set him free, but the Jews shouted, 'If you set him free you are no friend of Caesar's; anyone who makes himself king is defying Caesar.'

13 Hearing these words, Pilate had Jesus brought out, and seated him on the chair of judgement at a place called the Pavement, in Hebrew Gabbatha.

14 It was the Day of Preparation, about the sixth hour. 'Here is your king,' said Pilate to the Jews.

15 But they shouted, 'Away with him, away with him, crucify him.' Pilate said, 'Shall I crucify your king?' The chief priests answered, 'We have no king except Caesar.'

16 So at that Pilate handed him over to them to be crucified. They then took charge of Jesus,

17 and carrying his own cross he went out to the Place of the Skull or, as it is called in Hebrew, Golgotha,

18 where they crucified him with two others, one on either side, Jesus being in the middle.

19 Pilate wrote out a notice and had it fixed to the cross; it ran: 'Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews'.

20 This notice was read by many of the Jews, because the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city, and the writing was in Hebrew, Latin and Greek.

21 So the Jewish chief priests said to Pilate, 'You should not write "King of the Jews", but that the man said, "I am King of the Jews". '

22 Pilate answered, 'What I have written, I have written.'

23 When the soldiers had finished crucifying Jesus they took his clothing and divided it into four shares, one for each soldier. His undergarment was seamless, woven in one piece from neck to hem;

24 so they said to one another, 'Instead of tearing it, let's throw dice to decide who is to have it.' In this way the words of scripture were fulfilled: They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothes. That is what the soldiers did.

25 Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.

26 Seeing his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing near her, Jesus said to his mother, 'Woman, this is your son.'

27 Then to the disciple he said, 'This is your mother.' And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

28 After this, Jesus knew that everything had now been completed and, so that the scripture should be completely fulfilled, he said: I am thirsty.

29 A jar full of sour wine stood there; so, putting a sponge soaked in the wine on a hyssop stick, they held it up to his mouth.

30 After Jesus had taken the wine he said, 'It is fulfilled'; and bowing his head he gave up his spirit.

31 It was the Day of Preparation, and to avoid the bodies' remaining on the cross during the Sabbath -- since that Sabbath was a day of special solemnity -- the Jews asked Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken away.

32 Consequently the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first man who had been crucified with him and then of the other.

33 When they came to Jesus, they saw he was already dead, and so instead of breaking his legs

34 one of the soldiers pierced his side with a lance; and immediately there came out blood and water.

35 This is the evidence of one who saw it -- true evidence, and he knows that what he says is true -- and he gives it so that you may believe as well.

36 Because all this happened to fulfil the words of scripture: Not one bone of his will be broken;

37 and again, in another place scripture says: They will look to the one whom they have pierced.

38 After this, Joseph of Arimathaea, who was a disciple of Jesus -- though a secret one because he was afraid of the Jews -- asked Pilate to let him remove the body of Jesus. Pilate gave permission, so they came and took it away.

39 Nicodemus came as well -- the same one who had first come to Jesus at night-time -- and he brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds.

40 They took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, following the Jewish burial custom.

41 At the place where he had been crucified there was a garden, and in this garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been buried.

42 Since it was the Jewish Day of Preparation and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

The Bulls of Bashan ((a prophetic Poem)(by: Dlsiluk))

2010-11-11T16:56:00.000-08:00

The Bulls of Bashan

((A prophetic Poem) (Poetic Prose; Revised))

“I am the punishment God has sent you for having committed such great sins!”

The Bulls of Bashan

Part One

Tartarus, home to the Angelic Renegades, the dark abode of torment, torture and agony: given to those who left their first abode, who shed their house from heaven—that heaven gave, for flesh and skin, to cohabitate with earthly women, who gave birth to those Giants of Old, called the Nephilm and Rephaim—in those far-off days, in the time of Noah, whose sons worshiped at the Circle of Rephaim: Stone Heap of the Wildcat! The very ones to be released from Tartarus cast into the end-days ((that everlasting place of woe and darkness; now restraint in chains only to return to get revenge—the angelic renegades) (here they wait, in that pit of darkness with their sons of old—the Bulls of Bashan, and the demonic foe))

Part Two

These giants of old were bold, Greek Titans, partly celestial, partly terrestrial, these were the Nephilim, the Star People—the ghosts, the spirits, the dead ones, the Bulls of Bashan…and the Lord cried: “The Bulls of Bashan…have weighed down my earth…” (says He who speaks in Psalms)

Part Three

“And then I saw the Legs of mud” said Daniel and they were of miry clay—made of dust, and there the world was, without boundaries (Global terrorism)—and I saw also: nuclear proliferation, a cosmic threat, a new world order on the horizon: don’t be surprised, the Nephilim are alive. They, the men of miry clay (the dead that once were of heaven’s abode, the cold ones, are about to return and mix with iron…to no resolve).

Part Four

Like in the days of Noah! (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim were left to fight…) and now comes again, this beast! And the Trinity cries in Psalms, “The kings of the earth are against us… how silly can they be!” Somehow they aim to throw off the shackles of God—an unpalatable disappointment—

“It is because the Rephaim will not be resurrected,” says Isaiah in those far-off days— “…and so it shall be in those days, as it was in the days of Noah!” (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim will come to fight.)

“So shall the end-days be…” reiterates Jesus. What on earth did He mean? The return of the Angelic Renegades: look into the window of illumination, the window of life, the hologram: that was, and will be, the three dimensional map for us earthly beings, the “B’nai Elohim’ this hard cold bred of angelic beings, the Nephilim—are on the rim of the earth ready to integrate—the world at large.

And the Lord cries out in the illumination: “Man appointed mortal sorrow; but the blessed God shall come down, teaching and shall the despair rest and be comforted.” So do not fear, but pray, and pray hard.

Part Five

And there shall be no order out of chaos. And God does not need America to protect Israel, and the New World Order becomes restless, and that means no more Jesus, and that means, Obama, and Moscow, and Iran, and Jerusalem, and the yoke of the White House becomes thin: do not be angry with Obama, an instrument of God— to initiate his plight. Says Nostradamus: Obama “he is in prophecy—you see, the Last King of the South to be: the Great Power, who came from the dark side of slavery.” As people were drawn to Hitler, so they will be drawn to Him, “…but be aware of the power given the Dark One:” says Nostradamus—the Antichrist is near…!

He is possessed by those hierarchical spirits which can descend into any ordinary mortal—a common fleshy unsanctified man. Says Timothy: “In the last days there will be very different times for people will love only themselves…money. They will be boastful and proud, and scoffing at God…ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred…unloving and unforgiving…they will betray their own friends…are puffed with pride…stay away from people like that! They are the kind…they have depraved minds and a counterfeit faith…”

Thus, the leopard comes up out of the sea ((Obama) (USA)) last king of the south. He will provoke Russia, WWIII; look in the Book of Revelation, Chapter Thirteen.

“And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and I saw a beast rise up out of the sea…the name was blasphemy” (the rise of the Antichrist) and all I could remember, and I smiled remembering “Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

Notes: references: Jude 6; 2 Cor. 5:2; Josephus Flavius; 2 Peter 2. 4, 5, Testaments of the 12 Patriarchs; Traditional Rabbinical Literature; Psalms 22; Revelation 11; Psalms 2:1-3 (The Trinity); Reference to angelic beings “B’nai Elohim”; the Septuagint (written by 70-scholers, in Alexander, Egypt, 15-years to write, Old Testament into Greek Language (see: Genesis 6:1-2 Bene HaElohim “Sons of God” referring to angels, the fallen ones the Nephilim, born of the earth, and the hybrids, their offspring); 1 John 11 and 12; Job 1:6; Luke 20; Obama reference to Revelation 12:1; Tartarus, in Greek means hell, a dark abode of woe. Poem No: 2772 (Written 8-8-2010)

The Worse Presidency: Obama's

2010-10-30T08:48:00.000-07:00

The Worse Presidency: Obama’s

I can’t keep count of the articles I’ve been writing on this guy (B. Hussein Obama), the most incompetent, incumbent president the United States has ever had, and never should have been a candidate for presidency—if it wasn’t for the whim of the media, he’d never would have made it. He not only threatens bringing America to her knees (which he has almost already: it will not take much more of him to do the job complete), but the world at large. Since we can’t change presidents, we can change congress—and hence, change the rules, and take away that magic wane he thinks he has. He’s an Arab in sheep’s clothing, not a Christian by far as he proclaims, and the biggest fraud put on stage to entice the American I’ve seen in my sixty-three years on this earth.

Dennis L. Siluk

The Man with the Cross (poem)

2010-08-22T06:55:00.000-07:00

The Man with the Cross
((By Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D; Poet Laureate) (Written after returning from Jerusalem))

The Author carrying the Cross in Jerusalem

Bowed by the weight of a wooden cross he leans:
Upon man’s sins, he raises, gazes to the heavens,
The fullness of the ages upon his shape,
And on his shoulders, the load of the world
They gave him dejection, despair and gloom
He gave them new hope, rapture and life.
The God incarnate, that grieved and always hoped,
There he hung, stunned the world, savoir to all!
Who undone and pulled down the old brutal law!
Whose hand that was that slanted back man’s brow!
Now, His breath blew out the old candle His Adversary had lit.

Is this the Man-God, Lord Saviour, who made and gave?
Who has dominion over land and sea (the whole world?)
Who was and is, and always will be, the Eternal Deity!
Who made the stars, and searches the heavens,
And holds all life within his palms?
Are we the creatures he dreamed, to shape his universe?
The ones who marched forward, in ancient days?
Who have dug so deep to reach the roots of Hell, and its gulf?
There is no time, more terrible than this: the same
As in the days of Noah! So I believe—
More tainted with disasters, lust and diseases,
Yet still filled with cries contaminated eyes of greed
More tarnished decaying souls—
Like those in the days of Sodom and Gomorra
More packed with fear and danger, hearts dry and cold.

What resides between Man and the living God?
Lord and Savoir of the world, what is he to Him?
And Darwin, Satan’s wheel to swing man’s mind
Such long reaches, peaks near heaven,
The curse of man, the wilting of the rose!
And so the dying shape of the world looks on;
Man’s tragedy is in that bowed stoop:
Yet humanity dreadfully still betrays,
Plunders, and desecrates, and disinherits himself
Protests to the God that made him and the world,
A dispute that lingers in divination…

Oh peoples, politicians, presidents in all domains,
Is this all you have to offer God?
This earth you’ve distorted, hearts deadened!
How will you ever stand before him?
Look into his immortality, at his divinity;
How can he look upon you with light?
Rebuild in you the composition and his dream?
Make right your blasphemous, and infamies,
Disloyal anguish, your unresponsiveness?

Aye, peoples, and rules of the world,
How do you deem your future with this Lord of Lord?
How will you answer his questions in that hour?
When you will have no recourse, to turn about
No longer time to rebel and shake the earth!
How will it be with all those watching you
With those who cast you, to whom you are—
With this silly resistance, before Judge and King;
And then, then comes the silence of the eternities?

No: 2779 (8-21-2010)
Dedicated to Man, and God (or Lord)

The Draw of the Dome of he Rock

2010-08-15T14:03:00.000-07:00

The Draw of the:

Dome of the Rock

Dome of the Rock, July, 2010

I didn’t know why, but I’ve been drawn to the “Dome of the Rick,” just its name, its presence, for a long time, perhaps a decade or two anyhow; I am a Christian, not a Muslim or Jew—again having said that, I asked myself why? With never getting an answer; in 1984, I had a vision, more than a vision, I was in the presence of a wonder, a miracle, Jesus’ hand appeared in a mist to me while in prayer, and I went to touch it, all my pores in my body seemed to absorb the mist, the moment, and I was at peace—it’s un-describable, I was in a state of ecstasy, I now understood how man, once dead in the presence of God, would not have any tears, as stated in the bible. Something I could not venture to understand unless I had had that experience. But this experience is the essence of this story; it is this afterward drawing power of the Lord. Let me go on.
When I went to Jerusalem, I was very happy in seeing all the Christian sites, and when I went throughout Israel, I was happy and full of wonderment of seeing them too, but when I was near the Dome of the Rock, I wasted no time getting as close as I could to it, I was drawn to it, powerless to its spell, my heart rate went up, and my excitation, if I could fly, I would have taken off at once to its nearest allowable point. What was under that dome?

Now for the sake of argument, I must back track before I go ahead. Jerusalem has been conquered thirty-six times in the last 3000-years. Why did King David make Jerusalem the Capitol of the Hebrew nation? What really is under that Golden Dome? Why was I drawn to it like no other place in the world? And I have travelled the world over. This spot is called “Shatiya” or the “Drinking Stone” it is believed the world is nourished from this spot; it is the centre of the Universe by and for many. But why—? It is where God’s presence can be felt stronger than any other place on earth. It is not the Western Wall, or the Wailing Wall, which was built by King Herod. When I was at the Wailing Wall, I felt his presence very little, it is a wall that is built around what is called, was called Mount Mariah. Now the question, the big question, the one that will satisfy this whole article is: What semblance has Mount Mariah got to do with all of this? Just this: under the Golden Dome, is an exposed piece of bedrock, this is in essence of Mount Mariah, the Drinking Stone, this is where King David built his city because he wanted to make a connection with God and he knows something, he remembers, God Himself came to this spot eleven-hundred years earlier, chose this spot among all the places on earth, in the days of Abraham, and God said to Abraham: “Here I am,” then told him to go to Mount Mariah and make to him a sacrifice. God pointed out this place, “And Abraham called the name of that place Jehovah: as it is said to this day, in the mount of the Lord it shall be seen.” Need I say more?

8-16-2010

Jesus in Comparison

2010-08-15T14:02:00.000-07:00

Jesus in Comparison

Why do the Muslims follow the Koran? It is not Mohammed who transforms them, like Jesus does, but rather the Koran that courts, entices, woos them. You see Jesus not only taught those around him with his holy and ethical message, he was indistinguishable to his message—if that makes sense. Mohammad, Buddha, Zoroaster ((of Persia and India) (first world religious icon— of: Zoroastrianism)), did not claim this, only Jesus did, and consequently, could forgive sins, and did publicly, no one else followed this line of thought—or action.
Those who knew about Jesus in his day, and ever since have said, and some still say: “Who is he?” or “Who was this man called Jesus?”
Jesus may not have said he was God, but he claimed powers only God could have had, or does have, or done things that only God Himself could have done—works only God could have performed, such as telling the Sea to be quiet, in the mist of a storm, and it obeyed, as if it was a wailing child; or turning water into wine, or feeding a thousand people with no more than a handful of food. Plus he said such things that startled the imagination of the world in his time, which still does in our day such as “Before Abraham was, I am (was)”. Thus, who was he before Abraham? Melchisadeck—if so, who was Melchisadeck? And “If you have seen me, you have seen the Father (meaning God Almighty, Jehovah).” Also, “The son of man has power (or authority) to forgive sins.” He claimed, and he did what he claimed.
Jesus never said he was God perhaps, nor did he say he was a man, although he did things only God could do, and there were witnesses to that, as there were witnesses he was a physical man, and did things a man did, he felt pain, and he got hungry, and he slept, got tired. So who was he? He was saying in essence: “I am both, God and man, God incarnate!”

8-16-2010

Obama: Anti Chirstian/Anti American?

2010-08-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

Obama (Hussein): His Middle Name is coming out Loud!

I think it might have been wise for Obama to have let this issue alone, let it be settled with those who have died in 911 instead of siding with the Muslims who blew up the two Towers in New York City, now they’re going to own the land they’ve cultivated that the two American made Jets plum full of Americans got blown up on taking down those two towers up so they can make a mosque on it—how ironic can you get, I’m sure Bin Laden is laughing all over Pakistan on this one (use American free enterprise, and a pro Muslim President, and let’s mock the United States right in front of them in the center of the Greatest City on Earth), it’s the joke of the decade. He didn’t need to say anything, but why did he? Perhaps because he isn’t a Christian, or isn’t all he proclaims to be. His Hussein middle name is showing, the very one he doesn’t use so he doesn’t have to remind us American who he really is, where his heart’s desire is.
I can’t think of a worse slap in the American face than this, but I’m not surprised. And “No!” the Muslims, or anybody, nobody has a right to put a mosque up where so many Americans died. That is like Japan putting up a Japanese Flag on top of one of those sunken ships at Peal Harbor, but he wouldn’t understand that because he never shed an once of blood in a war for this country, or put on an American Uniform, he’s from Kenya, how could he understand. But we Americans got what we deserve—a President that lulled us to sleep (lulled you to sleep, not me), that doesn’t care about public opinion and this is just the beginning, wait until he gets warmed up. He’s celebrating Islamic holy month with the Muslims, of Ramadan, I haven’t seen him celebrating anything Christian, or Jesus Christ to be his Lord and Savior; since he took office he has only taken from them.

Funny, the Mayer of New York is for the Muslims—how ennoble can you be! But the Governor agreed to give them State land if they’d moved to a new location (keep that guy in office), but the Muslims said “No!” Thus, trying to provoke, and increase American anger. By the same token, this all could have been avoided had the New York City Landmark’s Preservation Commission granted it landmark status, they must have gotten paid off by the Muslims: perhaps Bin Laden.

What is next on his long and hidden agenda, perhaps to tare down the Jewish Wailing Wall for the Islam? It might be wise for Israel to think ahead, Obama is not going to stop the Russians and Iran from building their nuclear bombs; they’ll have to act on their own, lest they want to be sitting ducks.

The Book of Melchizedek

2010-08-08T15:56:00.001-07:00

The Book of Melchizedek

Before Jesus, was Melchizedek his incarnation? (Hebrew 7) explaining this for Jewish Christians, the Levitical priesthood had been superseded; he is the priest of God in the Old Testament, thus, to typify Christ's new position as High Priest. Melchizedek was King of Salem, Abraham’s Jerusalem (see Genesis 14). So we have this personage, who is King of Salem, and Priest of the Most High, who blesses Abram. Consequently, we have a powerful figure here. Abram openly showed Melchizedek that they both were worshipers of the one true God; by tithing him, giving him one tenth of the booty, he had taken from a most recent battle. King David even sang songs of Melchizedek, recognizing him as a kind of Messiah (Matt. 22/Psalm 110 and Book of Hebrews) where Christ and Melchizedek are seen as two High Priests of the Most High God.

Were he an angel, and some have even put him as the Holy Spirit. But who was he really? And do we really know for sure? Here is a person without a father or mother (or at least there is no record to him having one, yet he was a High Priest, it was essential such a persons linage could be traced), and a priest forever. Was not Christ like a priest in his day? He has no beginning or end, this man called Melchizedek. Found in the Caves where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found were fragments concerning Melchizedek, that lead them to believe he was the Messiah, this Qumran community along with other Jewish and Gnostic sects of the first Century, held this view, but how could this be if indeed he was not Christ? I mean, they were actually putting Melchizedek in with the Godhead. Were they all wrong? They knew something, but perhaps didn’t know how to express it. Why? Well if you do not know of a horse and a horn, you cannot draw a picture of a unicorn, likewise, if you do not know or have seen a train, car or plane, you cannot name them or draw pictures of them, you can only try to explain them as Mother Shipton, prophetess tried to explain what a submarine was, in the fifteenth century after witnessing them in visions—saying in essence objects like ships under the water sailing like whales.

In the Book of Hebrews, Chapter 6, we see Christ is established in Heaven as the High Priest for mankind. Was Melchizedek the forerunner? Did Jesus belong to the Order of Melchizedek, or was it the other way around, Melchizedek belonging to Christ’s order yet to be? Is this possible, so many variables. I must assume Paul wrote the Book of Hebrews, since everyone else does, and Paul was very well versed in the Jewish Law, and Theology, Melchizedek was a heavenly figure—so his inspiration indicates.

I mean, here was a figure just there! How did he get there? Where did he come from? Like the Evolutionist would say about the Universe or planets that surround earth, without explanation—they just appeared out of nowhere (not having any real explanation). Things do not happen that way, nor did Melchizedek appear out of nowhere, he came from somewhere, just like someone put the planets around earth. Just because science cannot understand it, it does not mean it isn’t. I mean, science cannot duplicate grass, but we got a lot of it—

So must we assume one is the copy of the other? This would seem a little more logical. Would it be reasonable to say: Jesus was Melchizedek, but not the Messiah yet, since we are going 2000-years before the Christ or the Messiah appears on earth?

If there are really two people here, we can also come to the conclusion; they are like each other, but not each other: for example, Michael the Archangel, who is the protector over Israel, the Watcher, you might say. Is this a possibility? Michael in congenital; whatever the case is, Jesus Christ, 2000-years later, supersedes this Priesthood, Jesus is the King-priest God. So we know Melchizedek was not Christ—before the Messiah or before Jesus’ human birth, and we know he did not go according to man’s law, but was appointed by God Himself. And if anything, he is a prototype of Christ. Now for my opinion, and that is all it is.

(The way I think): I think he was a holograph of Christ ((the real thing, but with a slant, that he was the impression of Christ, authentic impression) (in essence, he was a three-dimensional image of Christ in the flesh, His illuminating pattern with ordinary flesh and life inside of him.)); I have seen the holograph image of Christ’s hand, in person, wide-eyed, awake, this is very possible. Perhaps the word Christ is wrong here, but then let me use the word Jesus as he was known before he was Christ or Melchizedek, perhaps in Heaven.

The Blood Lagoon of Taijin, Japan (Dolphines)

2010-04-20T19:39:00.001-07:00

The Blood Lagoon of Taijin, Japan

Since 1980, now for thirty-years (2010), the fishermen of Taijin, have killed over 750,000-dolphines, within their lagoon. Indeed this is a lot of death, for a high concentrated sea creature full of mercury that is toxic to eat. Why on earth would a group of fishermen want to do that?
Here is an animal that can swim, forty-miles a day, in the open ocean, yet we keep cooped up in the likes of Sea World, as if they were prisoners of war, to put on shows for mankind, as they die right and left of stress—because of this so called entertainment gimmick. Yes, in many ways they are like humans, they get bleeding ulcers from stress of the high volume of noise their system has to endure, absorb.
They socialize, and they commit suicide by not taking a last breath when they’ve had enough of the constant expectations man puts upon them—when they have what we call a nervous breakdown, or chronic episode of depression.
The dolphin hunters of Taijin, they create a wall of sound around these sea creatures, surrounding them, driving them crazy, and into Taijin’s lagoon, and then blocking the lagoon, slaughter them like pigs. And then sell the meat to whomever will buy it, or mix it with other fish, and sell it (there has got to be a better way of making a living). They get about $600-dollars per dolphin, unless they can find a ‘Flipper,’ type dolphin, then they get the gold “$150,000” thus, bringing it on to Sea World.
It could be said, dolphins are mini whales. They have body language, and can read sign language; they are also self-aware, and can anticipate.

I wouldn’t be writing this article if mankind were starving to death, or if Japan had no other source of produce to sustain their livelihood, but when it comes to senseless killing, and when you fill the lagoon up with blood, you’ve got to be accountable to someone. Actually, feeding dolphin meat to anyone is damaging to their health, it can cause deformities, and has in many children; it can cause brain damage, sight impairments, hearing loss, and memory loss.
Have we all become so wicked we no longer have a conscious, or heart, or fear of God, that to rape the seas for no reason other than, a little profit, we will not be judged accordingly—think again. Amen.

Written: 4-20-2010

Sirgylam, Last Raphaim Giant (Revised, 4-2010)

2010-04-17T14:39:00.000-07:00

Sirgylam, Last Raphaim Giant
(Before the Great Return of the Nephilim to the Golan Heights)

(3000 BC) Sirgylam’s on the top of Mount Hermon where there remains the "Gateway to the Sun," a national treasure to the Nephilim, that is, a few centuries back when the forefathers of the nation of Atlantis were alive and prosperous. Now they are gone and Atlantis as well, the world he knew is getting smaller, he was the last of the Raphaim Giants. Sirgylam was one of the sons of the so called, "Old Ones," from the seed of Semyaz, his father and Farina, a human he cohabitated with, Semyaz being a renegade angelic being: supernatural.
Sirgylam, was the last of the giants of what was known at the time of the Raphaim Empire, a circle temple in what is now known as the Gilgal Refaim (in the Golan Heights area of Israel, at one time part of Syria). This circle of temples and dugouts is packed with stones weighing 37,000-tons total. He was one of the 'fallen ones'. He was one of the so called wicked ones also, a tyrant, bully, a giant in appearance. He had lived in this city of stones and boulders up to recently. Born from the union of gods and humans which formed the basis for his demigod status, terrestrial looks and all; thus, he was half-man, a Titan. His brothers and sisters were all killed in the war that took 7496-of their lives. It was a time when the Moabites lived in the Middle East.
Sirgylam knew extinction was nearby, for the most part, him being some twenty-feet tall, and of an enormous weight. His hands as big as a person's mid-section and his eye-socks as wide as a persons head; it was if anything, hard to hide his personage. And his reputation for eating people out of extreme hunger spells was notorious, in his day. The village people tried to feed him but it came to the point, it was pointless, they worked day and night to feed him. And now times had changed, there was only one giant left, not two or three or some other uncountable number as it used to be. They possibly could handle him they felt. In addition to Sirgylam's being alarmed at not being fed anymore by the village folks, Ura'el, whom had chained and banished his father to some far off island in the Pacific, and had chained and bound his companion Azaz'el, under a ton of rocks, was a bit depression lately. Furthermore he knew his days were numbered.
He had a thin beard on his fat face and sparse hairs all over his whitish tarsal. His character, as I was starting to explain before, was vile, and with a lack of mercy.
In thought, he was reminiscing of his father Semyaz and his friend's father and companion, Azaz'el, who were both magnificent angelic beings at one time, gone bad although, one of the 'Old Ones' as they were known, who were assigned to guard over the earth, and took it upon themselves to cohabitate with human flesh. Then shortly after that took place, they ruled the earth with an iron fist.
It was a time when the Horde that were of the Circle of Refiam, that he was involved in, when Sirgylam was young, stupid and vile, he'd sit and play the dragon-skinned drums to appease his father and his guests. He also remembered that demonic beings also visited his father’s den, and he was introduced to them. They were what was called the pre-satanic beings; ones who existed before the Adam and Eve event (109,000-years ago), which was before his time.
Sirgylam was now 513-years old; he had out lived his father's people and the other giants; he even out lived Atlantis, of which he had visited in his younger days. Atlantis' king was a direct decedent to Azaz'el, it was a time when many things took place, when an angelic holy being named Ura'el cast many into the abyss and buried others in the sands of the desert with stones over them, bound and tied until judgment day, and their return to the great circle. He was to all, Sirgylam: the great Raphaim Giant. Immovable, was Sirgylam as he rested in a laying position on top of the long grassy slopes of Mount Hermon looking down upon the Cedar Forest. There another giant of sorts, not of the Raphaim, but the guardian of the Cedar Forest named Humbaba was. He knew him well, ugly as sin, but a companion to talk to now and then; so was his outlook on the matter.

As I was about to say, he was imminently looking at a bleak future, to say the least; as blind as it was, he wanted one, just one last triumph.

The Last Triumph

The years of power, gold, of being fed by the village people, those days were gone; life was sour for the last giant of the Raphaim. All color to life seemed to fall to a pale, faded gray, if not black, lest one ponder on it too long, thus becoming dung-brown.

Lunar Demon

There were two Lunar Demons, one known as the Dog-faced Demon and the other was Elephant-face Demon. Who seemed at times to be bosom friends? As I say, it seemed to be, for even demons betray demons, there no loyalty in that sphere. But in any case, Sirgylam wanted to have a meeting with Dog-face to conjure up one last evil episode, one that he could remember and others to the end of days, and could pass on to his friends in the Underworld as a diamond among diamonds as far as inventive evil went, and in the latter days, he’d have something to talk about at the great fires of the Refiam.
Humbaba's reputation was already made; he was the Great Guardian of the Cedar Forest. He was known all over the world, and very few ever entered the forest in fear of him. He was made Guardian during the region of Atlantis by the 'Old Ones', none other than Sirgylam's father.
"Yes, yes," said Dog-face, as he was being asked by Sirgylam to assist him in some kind of a revengeful task against a Canaanite village, which Sirgylam was eminently angry at. King Og of Bashan, the last of the Refaim leadership (the last king that is), ruled the territory from Mount Herman in the north to the Refaim Circle, he two was dead now. Therefore, the cries of the village were: "Thank goodness for that!"
"If only," thought Sirgylam, "if only I could take those smiles off them faces for a few days, weeks, it would all be worth my death to be (of the villagers, that is)."
King Og was a masterful king, survived most everything but not the war of the giants like Sirgylam, and now Sirgylam knew his time was coming, or would come.
"What can I do for you?" asked the Dog-faced demon, whom was indebted to Sirgylam for there was a time when the demon was assigned to hell, under the leadership of the henchman called, Agaliarept; Sirgylam used his influence with his father Semyaz and his father's friend another of the so called, 'Old Ones,' to get Dog-face assigned with his friend Elephant-face on earth. Now Sirgylam wanted payback and the demon knew it.
"Make me a spell," said Sirgylam (pausing for a moment) one that will reduce my size and make me handsome and youthful; one that at my command will make me into a viper [a beast-worm], one with long fangs, and immensely poisonous.
Said the Dog-faced demon [sneering and hissing as often they do], "I can do this but the spell will only last a short while, days, perhaps thirty-days, and then you will return to your original from, should you remain unharmed, that being, if you are killed in the process it is your worry; should you be disguised as a youth or a viper-worm. And I add you will be subject to all the rules of mankind when you are human, and animal kind when you are animal, be careful and shrewd in your dwellings and dealings."
Then the demon hissed, spoke hesitantly, saying: "In other words you want to poison the village in revenge for what eventually will happen to you?" These were more like utterances from the Dog-face demon, an incantation, as he brooded in a circle around the giant, and then stated:
"My debt to you is paid," and vanished akin to the wind.
The Giant rested then, waiting for the magic spell to take hold. Then all of a sudden he turned into a five foot eight inch youthful, nice looking, if not innocent looking, man. He looked at his reflections in the water, a small pond nearby, he was pleased too look at, most pleased.

The Village

Unmindful of his previous form the grateful giant headed down the mountain with eyes that held new and creative revenge, his heart vile to its core; so delightful he felt, that he had his one last chance to make a name and bring upon the humans a deadly curse
among the town's folks, Sirgylam, who now changed his name to Sirgy: got right down to business, looking for homes with open doors, windows, chimneys, any kind of entrance.
His first victim was a young jewelry maker, she was quite lovely, and had left her brick baked [adobe style] home open to the sun so ventilation could cross the rooms, which circulated from the backrooms, windows, to the front doors.
As she was putting some beads onto a necklace, she noticed a slimy feeling rubbing against her legs, she went to look, a snake jumped, leaped upward her, it had a horrid look on its face: its mouth wide open; it looked as if it had three sets of gums, and the fangs reached out as if they were hands and grabbed her neck. She fell backwards off her chair and the viper-worm bit and bit and bit her face until it was unsightly, swollen bruised, beyond recognition; discolored as if it was a darkened rainbow.
This was not to be the end; it went on for a week, daily killings at random, no set pattern; sometimes there were three victims a day. The small village was in fear that if the snake was not found soon, the whole village would be wiped out. For there was only around one hundred villagers that lived there; not counting the farmers outside the village gates of course, of where there were about twenty more.
It was indeed the biggest event that had ever come to this small village, other than hundreds of years ago when they had to feed the giants of the land and before that, when they had to share their women: wives, daughters and young boys to the likes of the Angelic-Renegades. But it didn't occur to the village residents at this time, that their could be one amongst them, although they hadn't seen the giant in awhile. Consequently, it was not related to the new young boy in town, the one that slept outside of town by an old tree and pond, the giant in disguise. He'd swim in the morning to get freshened up and walk into town, find a morning job, get fed, and simply walk around as all young men often do to gaze, feasting his eyes upon those that appealed to him, no one the wiser to his identity.

The Candle Maker

Thought, the Candle Maker: 'What can I do to solve this problem?' And so he called on an old friend for advice, who came to a conclusion he could accomplish this task and rid the village of this viper pest. He said little to anyone, and made a candle that gave off a sweat and enticing scent; then going about asking the village folks each to have a candle and asking them to light it when alone or sleeping, for the entire night. Should they not, they'd be subject to the whims of the culprit snake of course. And he assured them that should the snake come it would be paralyzed from the odor of the candle; whereupon, they needed to get to him before the candle wax was to its end, and before its flame was put out. All agreed to the Candle Maker's request, feeling they had no better ideas on the matter.
And so it was, Sirgy had turned into a viper-worm again, and found his way into the bed of the Candle Maker’s wife. As he was about to leap on her, the smoke and scent of the candle got into his eyes and throat, and internal organs, and froze, paralyzing him, from inside out, throughout it body, as it was intended to do, as if it had some kind of allergenic chemicals in it.
An hour went by, and she remained sleeping, and the candle slowly melted down, down, down, almost to its bitter end, when the husband came in, saw the viper frozen upright on the bed: woke his wife up quietly, knowing the scent and heat of the candle was almost gone, and its flame almost out: he was astounded at the sight of the snake being a heads length away from his wife's bosom, close to her heart. Then the Candle Maker, having brought his work items home, cooked up in liquid form a batch of wax, mixed the perfume into it, with a magic spell poured it quickly over the snake; incasing it in a world of wax, with frozen words from the spell.
Then a voice said: "You owe me your wife for a time," she looked at the demon, as he entered the bedroom door her husband standing by her, the demon sitting restlessly on the bed (for he had played both sides of the fence, it is the nature of a demon, should anyone think otherwise); then she looked at her husband.
"It was the price," he said feverously.
The town's folks had paid the Candle Maker well for ridding the city of this monstrous viper, which was now forever enshrined in wax, or at least until the latter days. And he now had to pay the demon for his spell and chemicals for the odor, nothing is free.
Said the demon, "...should the wax lose its scent, it would release the giant, but then, no one can live without food or water for too long, now can they?" which is how long he wanted his wife for.

Originally written in 2006, reedited, in 4-2010

Cicle of Refaim: the Nephilim (Commentary, reedited, and revised, 4-2010)

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Commentary:

Circle of Refaim:
The Nephilim (the giants of old)

Built by the Giant King Og of Bashan/ between 4000-3200 BC;
37,000 to 42,000 tons of Stones/159 Meters diameter;
Outer Ring, seven feet high
Location: Israel (Golan Heights)
Gilgal= circle:

The Circle of Refaim is one of the last great scarcely known wonders of the ancient world atop Israel's Golan Heights (see: Josh, Chapter 4: JKV).
In the middle of the rings is a mound of stones set up as a landmark, monument gravestone. Perhaps used as an astronomical observatory and stellar calendar; it resembles some of the ruins found on Malta (I have been to Malta, and its makeup is very close to the Refaim Circle). Built on a flat plateau, in a remote area, it can only be seen clearly from the air; perhaps for the returning giants; thousands of tombs are on this site, thus it could have been used also as a burial site as well as other things.
"...sons of God" (b'nai Elohim), taking wives from among the daughters of Adam.
"In those days giants [Nephilm] were in the earth..." the word, which is translated, "giants," in the King James Version Bible is in Hebrew, equals "Nephilm," which means, "Those who fell (or ... the fallen ones). Jude, the brother of Jesus describes them as "angels, having left their first estate in heaven that came to earth on a mission, to guard the people of earth (otherwise known as 'the Watchers).
The "fallen ones (or the Watchers)" sought to merge with the bloodline of Adam, because of the promise that was given to send a redeemer through Adam's kinsman. The Hebrew says that the Sons of God (the angelic Watchers) saw that the women on earth were able-bodied (or good fit) "extension," for they sought to extend themselves into this realm from the spirit realm (or from spirit to flesh), as well as to extend themselves into the "children of the promise" (thus, they would thereafter be part of the birthright) of Adam. Satan of course, tried to screw this up, by trying to prevent the eventual birth, in the future of the Messiah (perhaps envy, for he could not get in on the show). This mating process of human beings with angelic beings resulted in hybrid creatures, evil spirits with human bodies, giants such as Og, and thereafter, Gilgamesh. And is perhaps the main reason God had the Great Flood.

On another note, it might be said the beginning of mankind started 1.5 million years ago, but man was known to the angelic race not until 109,703-years ago (God kept it a secret), and perhaps, fifty-thousand years ago before man and angelic, or supernatural beings, started intermixing. The DNA pool being wiped out sometime during Adam’s time; according to the Slavic Aryan time period, today is 2010, which is really the year: 7518, which reaches back to about the time of Adam and Eve.

See, the KJV Old Testament Hebrew Lexicon: old tribe of giants (also: implying spirits)=rapha: shades or spirits.

Edited and revised from the 2006, version.

The Rare Siluk Autograph Collection

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See the Rare Siluk autograph collection at his site http://dennissiluk.tripod.com/ some are for sale, and others are for showing:

Siluk’s Rare Autographs

Prices USD for Signatures

((For pictures see site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com)(this is a one time sale by the author, and items once gone will not be replaced. If you want to make a counter offer that’s possible also, but if it is not reasonable, you will not get a return message…))

20% discount for whoever will buy three items or more; 30% for the whole lot

Signatures are a very good investment, they never go down, always hold their value, and rise

Contact Rosa Penaloza if you are interested: Dlsiluk@msn.com

1) Archie Moore boxing glove on “History for Sale,” site $1250-USD/Siluk’s Site, $1000-USD

(Certificated from Bob Pace, boxing Gallery, attached; who guarantees the autograph)

2) Muhammad Ali booking statement, on “History for Sale,” site $1500-USD (plus it’s just a signature with a light quotation)/on Siluk site $1250. The statement reads on a letter (to the side of the letter sent to him): “Thank you Love, Muhammad Ali I have no more pictures, 10-14-88.”
Certificate No: 7149, by Christopher Stickel Autographs, Est. 1980.

3) John L. Sullivan, signature in pencil (very rare), August 3, 1914, it reads “Compliments of John L. Sullivan” An official stamp by the City’s Mayor’s office, Brookston, Mass, Harry G. Howard, certified by Bo Pace Gallery. On “History for Sale,” site, $30,000-dollars for a typed letter signed/Siluk’s $10,000. (One third).

(Certificated from Bob Pace, boxing Gallery, attached; who guarantees the autograph)

4) Nathaniel Hawthorne (Very rare), signed document, dated August 26, 1849, in red; while he was writing “The Scarlet Letter,” published in 1850, he signed everything in red that year I am told. The document is from the Customs House, in Salem, Mass. Also cosigned by the Naval Officer and collator. For a similar document, by “History for sale,” on the internet, they want $80,000-USD, for the signature of Nathaniel friend, Herman Melville, both considered equal in reputation, and of the same period, he wrote of course, “Moby Dick”). On Abe.com an inscribed book sells for $9,350 dollars. This document is for sale for: $8.000-USD

(Certified by Christopher Stickel Ref No: 60189)

5) Victor Hugo, a letter signed “V” while working in the Senate in Paris, around 1876 that reads: “Dear friend here the three papers corrected. It s better now that I wait for (the) results (before) insertion (it cannot be done all at once, is what he is inferring; whatever he may be referring to).” On Abe.com, the letters signed by him range from $14,000 to $3000; this letter will be sold for $2500.

(Certified D’ Authenticate see Libraries De L’ Abbaye)(Certified by a Paris gallery, where it was purchased in 3’2002))

6) Napoleon, letter signed 1806, to his stepson, signed NAP, which is one of three of his signatures, and perhaps more popular, since he signed 20,000 or so documents in his time. This letter or note seems to be in his handwriting, not in his secretaries. It is auspicated by a Paris gallery, with a picture over 100-years gold that goes along with it in a nice frame. It is a wartime signature, and refers to evacuation of an island. On “History for Sale,” a similar letter is being sold for $15,000 dollars, and I’ve seen other letters of equal value for $13,500 on the internet, this one is $11,000-USD. A very rare document, because of it’s content.

(Certified D’ Authenticate see Libraries De L’ Abbaye)(Certified by a Paris gallery, where it was purchased in 6/2001))

7) H.P. Lovecraft (Very, very Rare, one of a kind) Postcard, signed by him, also by P. Cook (publisher and editor), and W. Munn (poet), to Clark A. Smith. He died in his late 30s of cancer, considered the E. A. Poe of his day. A book, First Edition, on Abe.com, by Lovecraft, not even signed by him, 1200 copies, signed by co-publisher Donald Wandrei sells for $40,000-USD. I have also two books signed by Donald Wandrei. Anyhow, here is a great buy, one of lifetime; I doubt you can even find a postcard in this fine condition on whole internet. And if you do, you’ll pay a dear price for it.

There is one book on Abe. Signed by Lovecraft, 1936, a brief note on the book page by him, for $27,500-USD; and a holograph of his signature on Abe.com for $17,500 here you can buy the postcard, the real thing for $20,000-USD

The postcard reads: “Still another conclave! Wandei & Belhuap are both in their respective heavens again, but the spirit of assemble is yet abroad in the land. I am told that the new Braithwaite (England; Robert Braithwaite?) Anthology contains a very fine (or: fiery?) appreciation of your work by Sterling. I must look it up. Heard from galpn lately, he’s enthusiastic about your French verse. In my next I’ll enclose his list of expert linguistic emendations.” Dated April 19, 1927

8) William Faulkner: a very nice signature on a four by three card, dated the year he got his Nobel Prize for Literature, ‘49’ signed in black ink. His signature goes for $1000 to $2000 dollars depending; this will be sold for $900-dollars.

9) Ernest Hemingway: a very nice signature, 1952, on a page “Men at War,” with a 1960 picture of him, taken out of a book of his unauthorized poetry (officially published in Paris, and illegally published in San Francisco); in dark black ink, one of the best signatures I’ve yet to see (purchased off of Abe.com from a reliable source). $2000-dollars.

10)Jack London, check from “The Merchants National Bank, San Francisco, September 15, 1912 ($229.20) Very nice signature. On Abe.com there is a 1905, check being sold for $2000-dollar/with a book attached to it First Edition of “Abysmal Brvit” (unknown value); this check will be sold for $1000.

11)Henry W. Longfellow: it is very difficult to appraise this signature; Mr. Longfellow has very few complete signatures. His signature ranges from $12,500 to $1000 dollars, but rare are they with a date and complete signature, the signature card with reads “Yours Truly Henry W. Longfellow,” dated 1877. The paper is old, and a slight fading to it, I will let it go for $900-dollars. With a picture of him, in a frame.

(Certified by Christopher Stickel)

12)Mark Twain’s signature on a signature card with black ink. An autographed postcard sells on Abe.com for $4250-USD; this is a nice signature, undated, $2000-dollars.

(Certified by Christopher Stickel)

13)George W. Bush, letter signed, during his first presidency, July 30, 2001. On “History for Sale.com” a signed autograph of GWB goes for $3500 to $4500-USD; this letter is of course much more history than a signed autograph. This letter will be sold for $3000-USD.

14)Jimmy Carter (signed picture and card), president and Nobel Peace Prize winner, the card is signed “Yours truly Jimmy Carter,” and the autograph, just his name. Two signatures (undated) but I received them from the President himself. Before Mr. Carter was president, a letter signed by him, with just Jimmy for a signature, now sells for $10,000 USD on “History for Sale.com” these are two full and neat signatures. “J. Carter,” signature sells for $700-dollars. These two signatures will be sold for $2550-dollars, a very fair price.

15)Gertrude Stein: a very difficult signature to fine (rare), in pencil, on three by five cards, purchased from Christopher Stickle, autographs. A signed letter is worth $5500-USD, and a signed book $2000 to $5000-USD; this signed card will be sold for $1400-USD.

16)Andy Warhol: a First Edition book of his signed sells for $15,000 USD on Abe.com; I have an envelope signed by him, when he was at the Holiday Hotel, in Japan. A very rare time indeed. The signature is large; pert near covers the whole envelope, a great signature, one of he best I’ve ever seen and the least expensive signature I could find was a very small one for $1800-dollars; I will sell this one for $1600, and that is a great deal.

17)Mary Renault typed letter, with full signature, dated 3-1-63. She is writing back to a fan, telling her of her trip to Greece, etc. The author is perhaps best known for her isolation and novels on Greek life. Her signature is rare in any form, I have two of them. The letter is for sale, the other one is not; it will be sold for $600-USD.

18)Nat king Cole: signature on card with his trio, all three signed “With best wishes…” about 1946. A signed autograph goes for $2500 to $4000 USD; with only his signature on it, not the whole trio’s. This will be sold for $2000-USD.

19)Elvis Presley signed 45-record (his national trilogy). Comes with certification, and a little background. On “History for Sale,” his signature on a 45-disc jacket is $11,500 USD; my 45 has “Thanks…Elvis Presley” very clear. Ten years ago when I was in Maui, his signed albums were selling for over $4000-dollars, at the gallery I had went to. The albums now are $13,000, it tells you the value in collecting, and the investment goes up each year over 20%; this one comes with a certificate. I cannot find anything less than $8000-USD for a record or album signed. Therefore this item will be sold for $6400-USD.

20)Johnny Cash Harmonica and photograph signed. A photograph of Mr. Cash on “History for Sale.com” is being sold for $1000-dollars, this photo, will be sold for $500. The Harmonica although holds a much higher value, or at lest to me it should, but I’ve yet to find one for sale, therefore I’ll sell it for $1500, which seems under valued, with a certificate: $2000 for both items. I should point, a program signed by Cash sells for $2500, so this is a great deal.

21)Sherwood Anderson signed page from a book in frame, “Nearer the Grass Roots.” Being sold for $350-dollars.

22)George Sterling (I have most all his first edition books, many signed, if interested let me knew). This item for sale is not a book but a leaf, with three sonnets on it signed by him. This item is very rare; he sold them during his life time, mostly to friends at the Bohemian Club in San Francisco, I would guess. These three sonnets are called “Three Sonnets on Oblivion” In the left hand corner in pencil, is written “Rogers 50” I assume he had fifty made (undated), but he died in 1926. A leaf like this was being sold on Abe.com awhile ago for over $10,000-dollars. I don’t know what the true value of this is, but surely no less than $1500-dollars, and so I’ll put that price tag on it and hope for the best.

23)Edwin Markham, poet, most famous for “The Man with the Hoe” 1899. The poem is considered the century’s best poem, or “the supreme poem of the century.” Here is a very rare item, the poem on one leaf, signed by him, and dated 1929. A picture of the Man with the Hoe, and a picture of Markham, goes with the price. This items sells for a little over $900-dollars on the internet, I will cut that in half, $450 for my leaf.

24)Clark A. Smith, First Edition signed, book, in fine condition, “The Star-Treader,” one of 1000-copies. In a slipcase. On Abe.com this book is being sold for $2500 dollars, and mine is in better shape, so it appears. Therefore you can now get it for nearly half that price, $1500-dollars.

25)Clark A. Smith original drawing, it can be seen on “The Eldritch Dark.com” sight, or on the author’s sight, named “Nightmare.” This is one of a kind, very, very rare indeed. I doubt you will find anything like this on the internet for sale, and it has a history, dating back to the 1970s when it was first acquired, when it was first purchased, I am its third owner. If interested I will send you the history, but for now let’s price the drawing: I really have no idea of what the true value is, since there is nothing out there to compare it with, but I have found one item, that might loosely fit into this category, for $9000-dollars. In any case, I will put it up for sale at $7000-USD, until I find one for sale, if ever. For authentication, you need only follow its history, it will bear his markings.

This is about half the items for sale; the other half will be put up for sale sooner than later…Rosa Peñaloza

Additional Items:

Boo-Leaf from the KJV Bible, 1611 ($500)
Robert Frost (an autograph poem signed by the great poet; a signed photograph goes for $3125 dollars, this poem and his very clear and nice signature, will be sold for $ 2000-dollars)
Hilary Clinton (Signed First Edition) $1000
Christopher Tolkien (signed first edition, Children of Hurin) $ 1000
Anne Rice (Book of Folly, signed) $ 1 000
Truman Capote (“Music for Chameleons” inscribed) $1 1000
General Pershing (a set of two books signed) $ 2000
Jams A. Michener (two books, one inscribed, the other just signed) $ 1000 (both)
Dalai Lama (Picture signed and enclosure) $ 1 000
Donald Wandrei (the book: “The Dark Odyssey,” one of four hundred copies, No: 38, in V. Fine condition, with DJ. Signed, with slipcase) plus, Ecstasy, his first book, with dust wrapper and slipcase in great condition; The Dark Odyssey: $ 500/Ecstasy: $ 450 Total: $ 950
Charles Bukowski ((“A Love Poem” published 1979, signed by the author, limited edition to 176 copies, this is number 149) (DJ, and slipcase)) Prices for this book range between $ 2500 to $ 900; it is in Fine condition, $ 1000-USD

Total: $103,250

Un-priced Items

James Wright (two books translated by Wright and Bly, signed by Wright, poet of the ‘60s)
Mario Vargas Llosa (“Death in the Andes” semi inscribed)
John Blackburn (“The Young man from Lima” inscribed)
George Sterling (several books signed by him)
President Coolidge (signed card)
Floyd Patterson (3 x 5 cards)
Edward Markham (2nd signature)
Robert Bly (Poet Laureate of Minnesota; book signed by him)
Donald Hall (Poet Laureate of the USA; book signed by him)
Garrison Keillor (poet, writer, radio host, etc; napkin, signed by him)
Ezra Pound (Book of poetry signed by him, 1957)
Carl Sandburg (two books signed by him)
William Burroughs (book signed)
Allen Ginsburg (book signed)
Will Durant (and wife, book signed--autobiography)
Arial Sharon (Picture signed, with official letter from his office)

The Platters (signed napkin)

And other items of the same kind…

The House of Tomorrow (a poem by dlsiluk)

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The House of Tomorrow

The House of Tomorrow, I know it well
I knew it long ago, long, long ago--
When I looked into my children’s eyes
And I knew sometime I’d have to let them go!
But I never knew the hurt and sorrow,
Within their rigged hearts, and minds
(that somehow, someway, someday
Somewhere along the way— would grow
Indifferent, greedy and shallow)
And that made all the difference—
Looking back, faded now, within my soul!
And I know life does not stop for me or them,
Nor it expect it to, and I did all I could do
(with what I had, back when),
Sad but true, sometimes we leave unhappiness
On paths that cannot be renewed. But
I bid them all farewell, God Speed!
And hope all is well, within their needs!
And if happiness is what they seek,
Remind them than please, it is not what they
Reek, for pleasure can make you weak!
For happiness, it is the opposite
Of what one receives?
(It is a result of what they give.)

No: 2675 (4-16-2010);’ For Irma

Where it Began: the Circle of Refiam ((A Play)(Revised and reedited 4-2010))

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(Or, Gigantopithecus)(Written: 5-2006; Revised and reedited, 4-2010))

[A Three Act play]

Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.
Andean Scholar, and Three Times Poet Laureate

With Illustrations

By Dennis L. Siluk Ed.D.
Copyright © 2006 (2nd Revised Edition, 2010)

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Quotes and Notes
."...and he called his name Jared, for in his days the angels of the Lord descended on the earth, those who are named the Watchers, that they should instruct the children of men, and that they should do judgment and uprightness on the earth." (Jubilees 4:15)

“There were giants in the earth in those days, and also after…and they bare children…the same became mighty men…men of renown.” Gen. 6:4 [The Nephilm/giants of those days.]

“It shall be exactly as it was in the days before Noah” Matt. 24:38; Luke 17:27

The story of the Watchers (and their giant offspring for the most part) may be found in the book of Enoch, in the Pseudepigrapha. I have tried not to departed materially from this tale to create my own too much, and prophecy of their return, and by other established writings, although this account is how I see the story unfold along with its background, and thus told from my perspective.
History of the Names

N e-phil´-im, which means fallen ones ((from naphal, to fall) (Dead Giants, the sons of Anak, giving his name to the clan))
As Rephaim they were well known (a caste of Giants) the world Rephaim, came from Rapha, a noble one among them, giving his name as did Anak, to a clan, the Palestine branch was named after Anak.

Age of the Raphiam Circle

The Circle of Raphaim has been dated to 3200 BC. I Personally find this date a bit clumsy, for a number of reasons, and for this play will change it by 800-years to 4000 BC, meaning the circle had been under construction at about 4000 BC, assuming the Giants of old, and those two hundred Angelic Renegades, part of the Nephilim, who lived in the time of Enoch, are the same ones, who built the Circle of Raphaim, or at least started it, which was before the Great Flood, and the time of Noah. Assuming this and accepting this as fact for the play, and assuming the Great Flood was somewhere between 3200 to 3600 BC, and the Great Circle was part of their meeting place at that period, and a graveyard for the over 8000-tombs thus far, found there, it would to me stand to reason, the Circle was built or could have been built over a period of several hundred years, perhaps completed after the flood when there were only a few giants left, prior to the flood during the great battles of the giants, is more likely when the circle would have been under construction, and those ungainly giants put to rest, before the flood there were 400,000-giants, after the flood, you could have put them in one American Military Battalion of soldiers. Thus instead of a date of 5200-hundred years, we come up with a 6000-year old period, and site.

The Nephilm (Cold Twilight)) A Short Epic Poem))
The twilight was coldOnly warm garmentsFrom pelts to cover their flesh!(They came in the middle of winterTo the circle of the RaphaimCame descending from the heavens The Shinning Ones, the Nephilm).The came from the cosmos,To put yokes around the necksOf humankind—humanity’s loveliest!To put yokes around their shadowsIn the cold twilight of the night.They had come to kill JewsTo subdue JerusalemTo make there woes right.(Old Giants of old, Angelic renegades;Watchers from the Heavens.)When they slept, they rested—Besides a roaring fire!…And the wind and air filled withWhirling particles, Pieces of faces, Shadows exposed—all with deep Yellowish-red glows.Damned by God, these rebellious foes(These giant with pre-historic souls)This gray ocean of demonic beastsBlazing a path through history:Came with sullen roars of madnessOf revenge for old woes…!¡Note: 5/29/06 #1361

Demigods:
Return to the Circle of Raphaim

Act I
Scene I
Agdo, Daughter to Shamhat

Adgo: the Damsel (harlot)

Twilight just appeared over the city of Jerusalem, and the Golan Heights, of Israel (prior to the 1967 war, the Golan Heights belonged to Syria). The Circle of Refiam (diameter 159-meters; an archeological site) is in front of two beings, mostly shadows to any observers that might be around; the monument they are standing in front of is 6000-years old, called ‘The Circle of Refiam’. Horrep is an old soldier descendant of Og ((the Giant king: King Of Bashan) (Deuteronomy 3)); whom was one of the sacred Watchers over earth (angelic beings sent by the Most High). His kind were killed off many years ago, and built this circle of stones 37,000 tones of stones (hard, black and pure stone, seven feet high, sits on top of Israel’s Golan Heights, five concentric stone rings, diameter, 155 meters, 3.3 meters thick, built on ground level no one seeing it from the sky, with many tombs, thirty feet high, it gives a view of Sirius; they hold the same view as the Serpent of Genesis Lucifer’s manifesto: God does not exit, Christ, or the Messiah to come, will have no authority, nor Michael and Immortality was a natural state, the plan of mortal ascension is condemned, and the advocate individual should seek self-determination. Reference to Lucifer’s name: Isaiah 14:12: in Hebrew meaning Venus, or morning star, bright star), in a number circle-ruins; there are two openings, to this site—and in the center toped by a tumulus [mound] twenty-meters across; this ancient ruin is one of the lost great wonders of the world. It was in the days before the flood and then there after, when his kind (Horrep: giants of old) escaped earth, and those who stayed behind, were killed by King David almost completely killed off, they said they’d return: they have now, and they seem to look similar to aliens, over 13-feet tall.
Horrep:Curse all the generals that I was not a king, or the leader way back when, where it all began.
Noge:You notice! There is no suiting Israel, we must all wear the sword; He now has the power of many.
Horrep:And how shall I pay in silver, gold, euros or dollars? For this war we and the rest of us are going to start, we are who we are, but in this world, money is power! Not just supernatural abruptness.
Noge (annoyingly):
And who shall guard the indulgence of our army?
Horrep:I shall rob the city blind, then the country, then, and then the world.
Noge:While you can.
Horrep:I’ve had worse jobs being a corrupt leader has its advantages; I realize time will prove me the slayer of many, but I will be dead in hell, with the rest of my kind! Even if Roe doesn’t think so, we are all domed. Even him who has feasted so many years with us, whom we are sire to, we do what we do but he who fillest our cup, shall empty it.
Noge:Yes, but all’s hell! ‘t is true, you are probably right, so give me the night with all I dream, a song, and wine, a dancing girl before we start our havoc. Look about you! All’s hell, and the world so merry, what I ask for‘t is a trifle, and who shall lose; grief, let it be blind, be of courtesy!
((Horrep, older than the Raphaim Circle, lies down; enfolded in his rawhide skin, on the earthwork) (near the fortification: by one of the two entrances, and in a minute is asleep))Noge:Sleep, well my beastly friend: we will need it. Violence has come back to thy face! Gone long, and now thou’rt like a child who wants revenge on his father’s garden; how deep anger dips us in its swamp! I was made of you…I have seen only what you have told me…but who come hereunto?
(Enters Adgo, a girl from a nearby village, Noge sheaths his sword, other warriors seat themselves on the many large stones about and look)
What is your skill, do you buy and sell? You do not look like a starving cat!
Adgo:I give, I do not buy or sell, and I provide what you desire.
Noge:All’s is well then, at least with you and me. You are Aha, a dream-wish I asked Horrep for! You are early.
Adgo:To soldiers, what is time, you have leisure to await, or use for pleasure. My last task went quickly.
Noge:
Perhaps…! The night grows a chill. I see you have wine? This is the hour men become drunkards, and go to their noisome sleep, unable to fight when awaken.
Adgo:I have plenty of everything for you; I see your father is sleeping?
Noge:Truly, we do not sleep, but rest in thought, it is what war’s usages demand. He says you are what wounds a father’s heart, weakens the warrior, the harness of a fallen foe to be. He says the world is flaccid, feeble, weak, devoid of blood, and cares not of animals, so with his power he will change the minds of man, for they are dead inhabitants, we are giant ghosts from the netherworld, so all may believe, or will believe? David killed many off in his day my father told me. We have come back to reclaim our birthright, here at this stone structure, where once we were called Titans, or giants of the Nephilm race. King Og was my father’s father. He ruled from Mount Hermon…and beyond (and lived at Ashtarot, a Canaanite city). King David’s nephew also killed many of my father’s offspring, Jonathan; they were the ones who built this circle you know, a time before Noah’s time; Og hid in Noah’s boat, and had many children by is daughters, my father was one, so he says; he was, Og, one of the ones who fell from heaven.
Adgo: What would you do if all the oceans were wine?
Noge (laughingly):
Curse mankind, God and all the Nephilm and become a whale. I smell your flesh it is sweet.
Adgo:I brought much wine because when soldiers go thirsty, day or night, they are suited for nothing. At least we girls know how to kiss. I’m in no hurry I will be yours.
Noge:My father is an evildoer. And so am I, you don’t protest, regale his large nostrils with the smell of blood!
Agdo:Let him take his forty winks, even villains have a right to make love and drink wine, and I am paid in gold, and I am your spoil, and if you wish I shall go among the spearmen. I have nothing to fear, I have brought myself to you as he asked! ‘T is well that thou art big.
Noge:Peace! Peace! I have put my sward aside. My father is waiting for the rest of his kind, our kind, I fear they will split your appealing head, open your cloak and do you harm! But now I want to see why man and beast and even us adore your kind—so open your cloak for me.

((She stands erect, wrapped in her cloak, opens it)(for a moment he looks kindly brute, he looks at her as if for the first time he sees what human life is made of…))
(Enter Xaro, a rich old Arab mercantile)
Noge:And who are you? What is your trade, your business here?
Xaro:I followed a light that descended a few hours ago, I dare ask, who are you? Are you aliens? Perhaps demigods of old! Are you not far from home? Aha! A girl from the town! And wine! And plenty of it, aye, good—I’m in no haste, will you share some with me?

Noge:Far from home, my father lies sleeping there, this woman is mine, and you ask me as if you are my sire, fear you no evil-doers? These who watch you, would crack your old head for your warm cloths, would it fit. I fear you will not leave here alive. (He looks at him) Who have we now?

Xaro:I fear nothing, I fear not thee! I am Syrian, for like you, we fight Israel, and you are on land that Israel took from us, and then King David was a Jew who killed your kind, and so have you come to help us? Your maiden seems well favored.
Noge:She is a street lily, of humble birth, like you. It is late and you should have a guard to venture forth as you do with us. The damsel is mine to play with, a tribute to my honor…your name?
Xaro:Shalom (שָׁלוֹם) Xaro, my name is Xaro. We have prayed for great soldiers to help us defeat the Zionist! She seems well-favored, be sure is not she does not venture forth to be your pest, I see a darkness and a shining look in her eyes.
Noge:It is as my father says: all in time, see that you take care of your own, as we shall. See my spear, behold, the blood around your face is dark, stand prepared to die, I would make haste if I was you, before your family has to mourn you before the cock-crows.
Adgo:Come lay with me, among the great and very old monument of Refaim, among your magnanimity ancestors, the blood is dark around Xaro’s face, Alas he can wait to die! He stands prepared; you will fight in the morning, pamper a man and see what you shall get!

Noge:

Come my fair maid, it is the drink and you I venture forth so late without rest.

Adgo:

And you, good soldier! ‘T is all in the trade. (So they depart)
Xaro:Yes, yes, I know now, you are the Sidonians, also called Sirion, the giants of old.
(Exert a pull on Adgo’s hand, as Xaro is left alone, Noge goes deeper into the five circles, within the labyrinth, the Gilgal Refiam; parts of it look like an ancient burial monument, with many dolmens [tombs], and perhaps at one time, parts being an astronomical complex: the stranger paces about looking at Horrep sleeping, and listening to Noge and Adgo make love, then after an hour you hear them talking)

Xaro (she chats in a near whisper):

So, they depart the ever evil yet to do, the willing hearts. I fear he soon may curse the hour they met . . . Ah! The dawn is near, and colder seems the wind; if I could roll back the night I’d know her ploy, one half evening would bring out its mystery. From whom thy gift comes, will only bring tears, he binds his son, and turns his back.
Noge:One more day, and the mystery of us, our presence will befall the earth, they will think we are aliens, angelic beings come here to set things right with the world, but we are the wind, the colder wind, the black sunrise, the unblessed, with unwilling hearts.(Xaro, kicks Horrep with the tip of his foot, and watches him stir)
Horrep:(Wakes up, rising, sees Xaro)
A bug! Why do you wake me? (Pointing his large fist with three fingers at Xaro)
Xaro:I saw your light, it was so far away I was not sure … I had to dodge the Israel soldiers to get here, they may come in the morning through those gates: and I saw the darkness in the eyes of your son, who was making love to Adgo, behind the walls of the one of the great tombs. Yes, here the two come…they hold hands. They seem to walk on air; perhaps your son has had his fill of lovemaking and knows now the pleasures of a woman.
Horrep:My kind will come in the morning through those gates of the Refiam. Go tell your kind we have arrived before I get up and stomp on you, who art thou?
(Horrep is getting up, singing a song)
Xaro:

An enemy of Israel, thou great yellow cat, and if I were you I’d sly her with your hands! Yea! Snap her back and trample her! She may have sweeter breath, but her fire shall sine they beard. Is it not said, “Know thine enemies?”

Horrep:

Whether or not is no concern of thou?

Song of Absence [Dedicated to the: Raphaim Giants]‘T was far absent, ‘t was far missing,Untamed aloft in a night long past!‘T is but a few hours left to pass,You then will see thy face by day.‘T was long-ago,‘t was long past, We ruled thee during your untied era.Our kind found your lot, fond and fairUntil they made us: foe and prey.Long ago, ever since, we took our blissIn dreams to come back, and embraceThe world and its strange face, Somehow we cannot forget thy kiss.

#1347 5/12/2006
Horrep:
And if I were you, Arab I would be gone before I eat you… thou hairy old one! Now let me pass before I stomp on you.

Refaim’s Chilly Darkness

Refaim’s chilly darkness reeks
Low into the plateau deep
One crimson golden heavenly star
Still lit, lights Refaim’s better night
Under a grayish moon they roam
Dispersed throughout this darkened gloom
Here, Giant, demon, renegade
Blind from Satan’s morning star
Old foes of long ago, call home
Damned by God! Their eternal souls
Now seek revenge, at Refaim.

No: 2773/4-13-2010

Act I
Scene 2

A Nephilm (one of the voices)
At the South East Gate, of this megalithic site, two hundred of these giant demigods stand, as if to guard the site, Roe, the Captain, or organizer stands with Horrep and his son Noge, and Adgo is behind them, she’s naked; Opal (one of Lucifer’s henchmen), from the gates of Hell, opens the new gates to the Gilgal Refiam Circle. The gates are opened now you hear groans, within this dusty unpaved threshold. Here they come—she’s naked, she is beautiful! Oh they love the sight but with silent eyes, stand back from her!

A Voice:

Who art thou? (Referring to the girl)
(The hinges on the gates make a groaning sound, like old bones, ghostly they are; they are stiff and with light torches in hand, the soldiers march.)
Horrep:Here come some soldiers with that old man, Xaro guiding them. Ere long, my father will take sight of these. Come Adgo, I cannot breath the same air without wanting to do battle with these madmen, your beauty stirs my blood more them they, and I wilt thou have yea for thy servitor.
(The Soldiers with Xaro)
A Soldier says:
She’s naked! (And then looks at the many giants shinning bright)
Xaro:These are the Shinning One’s of Old?
A Soldier says:
She is beautiful!
(An Arab General speaks to Xaro)
General: My thanks for this spectacle; you may go now if you wish!
Roe (To the General)
Be quiet, stand back, or I shall burn your eyes out!
Horrep:I do not know them, haters of Israel am I right?
General:Shalom (שָׁלוֹם) Who are you, are you all mad ((the soldiers hands on weapons)( Syrians, with Russian AK 47 assault rifles, and pistols in hand))
(Roe’s gaze is of a blue, red-hot light, several of the General’s soldiers look at him, and their eyes turn to crust, as if looking directly into the sun. Two Giants laugh, standing in the background: they say not a distinguishable word, watch Roe and the General)
(Noge looks at the girl’s nude body)
Noge (shouts):
Cover your loins, while we kill these alien tongues (the girl looks half-witted). Your breasts! Your breasts, witless one, take this robe (he throws a cloak to her).
(She is unashamed. The soldiers and the giants become restless, as the General is stunned at what took place, and now rifles are pointed at the giants)
General:We saw your light, who are you? We would like your help with Israel, do not kill us? I crave your pardon.

Noge:

Such loveliness! Oh, kneel to me, worship me (he commands the girl, and she obeys)
Roe:
Let these humans bear our armies once again, Syrian or not, and let God decide between us who be the victor. We are all Angelic gods, superhuman (he takes the Generals pistol from his hip and points it at him, and fires: the bullet stops in midair as his eyes has focused on it, and slowed it down). Thou hadst thy chance, and now indeed our god Lucifer, can be sole judge between us! Coming to us unannounced with guns aimed at us, is insolence, only Xaro will have our protection, you death waits.
(To the soldiers) Witless you are watching this bullet…why did you come here? (The bullet still in midair; he then looks at the girl :)
Such allure. (The bullet has now speeded up, and killed the general as he had turned his head, and the soldiers have started shooting at the giants)
Roe:And now my just wrath—I beg that thou make haste, I who do beg but seldom. Nay —should I hide from your weapons? Kneel and worship me or die! I shall no longer hide like we did so long ago in the cosmos and in the earth and other outer planets.
(TO THE SOLDIERS)
Now!(They do kneel down before him, as Noge puts the general’s jacket on Adgo. Cloaks her a second time)
Noge:If I do not conceal your beauty from their gaze, what am I to do, I cannot breath the air of these human soldiers, without becoming mad, you are under my protection as my father’s guest, you will not be harmed, this general reared between his purblind insolence, and Roe’s just wrath! But you are safe, I who do not beg but seldom, I want you again.
(She is silent; Roe is now looking at her)
Roe:Shall the demigods take her Noge? What said she?
Noge:Be gentle with her; take her until night grows old, off with the cloak! (he commanded)
((They, the giants of old, were all now speaking among themselves in an alien tongue, yet she seemed to know what was going on)(and Noge, gave them the girl as she disrobed without her move))

Roe:Say something to me, so I can hear your voice, Adgo, for you have spoke to my subordinate. What say she? Off with the pelt!
(Noge took the pelt off the girl; she is froze with fear and cannot say a word now)Voices of the Giants:
Make her dance before us! Give us the girl Roe, and to us that we may make love to her!! (And another voice said :) What babe is here? (And another voice said :) Disrobe the slut! (To the giant warriors from Noge :) What’s to be done? The girl must not remain before all of them; know what is on their minds! They crave to see her loveliness, and nearly worship her (speaking indirectly towards his father).
Roe:See Adgo, what you have done to my host, they have not had flesh in four-thousand years, you will pay for this: take her away Noge, and give her to them all. And you, merchant, go with these soldiers and tell the world we are here and how you worshiped me. Then Noge, kill the slut once the craving is gone from all the Nephilm!
Here is our home, fall in around her.
(Noge now takes the girl back aground the gates of the Circle, as the soldiers followed the merchant away from the site.)

Act I
Scene 3

Azaz’el (Leader of the Nephilim)
[Grigori or Angelic-Watcher of the Pre flood era]
Behind the stone structure know as the Circle of Refiam, the first of a five number of circles of stones placed on top of one another, balance perfectly and lose, some weighting 30 to 50 tones, huge in size (a monument crumbling into the ground because of its age, and lack of maintenance), the horde of angelic beings, giants known as the Nephilm all go behind with the female Adgo. At this time, Azaz’el, the leader of the Nephilm, who now has appeared on the scene (Roe being the only the team leader), gives news of a 3rd temple to be built in Jerusalem soon—a sign that the war in the Valley of Raphaim will quickly develop, and that is why the Raphaim have returned, even though the ruler of the Europe Union has made an agreement with Israel to avoid war, it will be broken; even though Noge has some reservations on this matter, ignorant somewhat.
Horrep:Soon, Noge, you shall know it all. I need to make you ready for the last battle, my heart is sad, it will be our misfortune, I shall describe things hurriedly for you, don’t mind what happens to the hussy. She shall take her refuge here; death will be all around her, give the mob the whore after we are done talking, that is better for now while you regain your senses.
Noge:She is only ill behaved because we want her to be father.
Horrep:Be quiet son, or I will have to save you from her fate, Azaz’el is here.The woman, with her the worse is to come between us I do believe. She never should have been let through the gates, naked as an egg and here she is, to be taken by all, we act like dogs, shameless.
Noge:Oh! Let me get my fingers in her hair. But father we have eyes that are false, hers are not, she is of real flesh. She is no dog, we cannot teach—

(You can hear her crying in the background, in the middle of the horde of angelic beings: giants)
Horrep:You have not seen, I have. You mistake this marvel of a woman to mean more than it is; she is no more than a mountain rat, a brothel pig. You go to foolish dreams, we are warriors, do not tend thy swine, my son, to sing you songs, and he grabbed his sword, and handed him his sword.
Azaz’el: Hurry up with her, stare and look, and be done with her or I shall go mad she— (a long pause)
Hell tells you…to be ready for the battle to come, you will have your time for killing, this is but one woman, there are more.
Noge (speaking to Azaz’el):
She is no immortal like us, do not harm her, or I will not obey you when the time comes to battle. Tell Vii not to hurt her, put aside your anger, and let her live: should I not have her again?
(Vii is making love to her now in the circle behind us)
Azaz’el:You have not heard her speak Noge, only cries of pleasure, Vii, bid that she speak, and if she does, do not harm her, incarcerate her when you are done, so her lover can have her later, put her in a tomb here in the circle.
(To Noge) Perhaps her tongue is alien to us, we shall speak in English, or Hebrew, or Arabic, whatever pleases her, is this fine with you? Be off with her soon… we cannot stand around her forever staring at her flesh: I’ve got work to do. She is a distraction, perhaps hurled by the Jews, sent to quiet us, because when you see her beauty, your heart burns, you are innocent of this I know, and you are your father’s shame. Trust me, in days not hours, the temple will be built, and we will war with Israel, and King David will not save them as he did so long ago in the Valley of Raphaim.

(He walks away, leaves Noge and Horrep by themselves, standing back from the horde; Vii stops, takes the woman, then takes her by the hand and leads her out by and tomb, she is saying something to him, indistinguishable)
Noge (to his father Horrep):
How does God work?

Horrep (looking at his son):
I speak quiet, for if Azaz’el hears, I fear the worst’s to come, shameless dog child, David killed many giants in his day, had many victories over Philistine; he sang songs about it, about God’s love in his Psalms. We, Azaz’el and I and many of us have been trying to figure that out for a long time, David knew.
Noge: Then why are we going to fight with Azaz’el against the Jews, I mean, if God has favor with David, and David is with God, and David was a Jew, why do we come here to this land we got kicked out of, and ran into the comics so long ago; why do we stay to kill more Jews?
Horrep: Perhaps because we think it is our threshold, it is thus a home. Yea! Those questions, pierce my cheeks, they are defiled! Hold your tongue, it is like a spear.(Several of the Giant soldiers heard a few of the last words Horrep spoke, turned about…confusion on their faces.)
God sent his angels to help David; they were on the tops of trees, with swords; that is how he won two of the battles: the ones in this valley called the Valley of Refiam. You are one of the last of your kind you know. I say one of the last, for Saint Christopher came from our stock. He was eighteen-feet tall, he come from a tribe of cannibals, like our ancestors. He was ugly, and died around 300 AD, he became a martyr, he became a Christian; he came from Africa, the Marmaritae tribe. He was like you, always asking questions. Is this what you hope for? For God decided for us, what we will be given, I would urge you not to ask questions concerning this matter. I beg of thee they my son for my own well being. To foolish dreams you ask on the eve of battle.
Noge: By what my father affirms, I am long dead forever and ever anyhow, what harm can my questions be to a dead soul? Yea! Even more than that! But father before the days of Enoch you were born, what then? (He turns on his heel and looks down the corridor.)
Horrep: For the last time I beg you to hold your mouth you are my son! It is just how it is, you trample on my heart, and you are worse than the harlot I purchased for you, and I get this. But I shall tell you this… remember thou thee words when next you ask!
((Vii had left the girl on a tombstone; she is naked and staring at the horde gathered together a distance away: she glances back and forth between the horde and Noge)( Azaz’el is nearby listening to the conversation between Noge and his father; he was coming to let Noge know where the girl was but did not want to interrupt; thus, now Vii and Azaz’el stand together listening))

…actions and emotions—is what it is all about. Maybe our enemies were humans all along, the very ones we were protecting from the clouds. We became paralyzed by God’s love and care for them early on, to be honest, and we were gone from heaven’s abode for ages; I suppose that is close enough to the truth. We never waited for God’s voice, we didn’t listen to Him when it did come, but it we came down-to-earth as if it was our courtroom, and we gave sentence to earth, and that was that…! ~

Noge:

Tell me more!

Horrep:

We built this Rujm el Hiri, this labyrinth, this Refaim, as it was called, for many reasons, for the five ages, and races that have come and must past, for I have now lived all five, we are going into the fifth. And it is a cemetery, a temple, a shrine; we had to leave something, come back to someplace, to let mankind know we were here. It is our sacred place on earth, for our tribe. Soon, Noge, you shall know it all.

Noge:

I say that you must tell me all!

Horrep:

Why are you are so determined? All that is left is the worst’s to come. We became naked as an egg! What think you now?

Act IIScene 1

Sirgylam
Return of the Last of the Rujmel-Hiri’ Giants
(Noge wants more information, and as Sirgylam shows up with several ancient warriors of the past (angelic giants with him), Sirgylam, agrees to tell him how it was back in his day, since no one else will, and his father has remained silent on that subject. You see Noge and his father, along with Sirgylam saying something…)

Nightshade

In the stir-less night
Of nights that have no seams
Rooted in death
Down and around narrow spiral paths
They rattled like rattlesnakes
Buzzed like dozens of blundering flies
Monstrous thighs, shoulders and eyes
Like: snakes, owls, hawks wildcats
Half-demonic, with riveting jaws
With grotesqueness, they scratched and gnawed
In the doming shade of night,
Until the eve of sunlit, the eve of Armageddon
The Giants of the Circle of Refaim!

No: 2772 (4-13-2010)

Circle of the Refiam the Last Raphaim Giant Sirgylam— (tells his story to Noge)
It was 6000-years ago when we built these great walls, prior to this we sat on the top of Mount Hermon where there we had built “The Gateway to the Sun,” a one time treasure, that is, a few centuries back when the forefathers of the Atlantis’ nation was alive and prosperous. Everything is gone but this pile of stones. I was the last of that generation of Raphaim Giants.
I was one of the sons [Sirgylam: talking about himself] of the so called: “Old Ones,” from the seed of Semyaz, his father and Farina, a human he cohabitated with; Semyaz being a renegade angelic being like your father.
We had at time that time a Raphaim Empire (400,000-giants); this circle temple of sorts you are standing by, the Gilgal Refiam [in the Golan Heights area of Israel, otherwise part of Syria] was part of the empire. We were all wicked ones, tyrants and bullies. You Noge are son of an angelic being, born from the union of gods, and humans, which formed the basis for your demigod status, terrestrial looks; half-man, Titan one may say. Your brothers and sisters were all killed in war, all 7496 of them. It was a time when the Moabites lived in the Middle East.

—Back then (Sirgylam continues to speak) we knew extinction was nearby for the most part, being some twenty-feet tall, and having an enormous weight, we turned into cannibals. My hands as big as a person’s mid-section, and my eye-socks as wide as a person head, it was if anything, hard to hide ourselves in those days, when war broke out, as in the days of King David, when our offspring took our places in battle.
Your father remembers the village people trying to feed our offspring, but it came to the point, it was point-less, they worked day and night for us. And now times had changed, there was only one giant left, not two or three or some other uncountable number; many of us escaped to the cosmos. I was left behind, for a while. Ura’el was sent from heaven and he chained and banished many of us; I went to the islands in the Pacific. And for a long-time Azaz’el was put under tons of rocks, was a bit depressing. Furthermore he knew his days were numbered anyhow, as I did, and your father did.
In thought, I am reminiscing my father Semyaz, and his friend’s father and companion, Azaz’el, who were both magnificent angelic beings at one time, gone bad though, one of the ‘Old One’s’ as they are now known, who were assigned to guard over the earth, and took it upon themselves to cohabitate with human flesh. Then shortly after that took place, they ruled the earth with an iron hand. You never witnessed this because you were born in the latter days.
It was the golden period you could say for us; a time when I myself Sirgylam was young, and stupid and vile. I’d sit and play the dragon-skinned drums to appease my father and his guests. Many of the demonic beings of those days, visited my fathers den, and he was introduced to many as I was. At that time I was over 500-years old, old for a demigod, but not too old, surely not like Azaz’el, or even your father.
Sirgylam: the Raphaim Giant
I even knew the ugly giant of the Cedar Forest named Humbaba. And so now you know, and let it rest so we can get on with our war games. The Stone Raphaim
(Unmindful of his previous form the giant Sirgylam heads to the gateway of the Raphaim Circle, to greet the other two hundred, and the few that came with him.)
Horrep:
I think son you are not wise in this, to want to know all (The Captain Roe is watching both Horrep and Noge from a distance)
Noge:I wonder if more than Vii had her?Horrep: More about that woman again, Agdo, forget her.Noge: Vii’s face was red as fire.Horrep: The girl’s a wild one, let who will be fearful of her. You my son are a dreamer, we are all here now, and Azaz’el will soon give us his plan.Noge: I must see the girl.
Horrep: The way you are hounding after her, it is an unlikely chance Azaz’el will allow it.(Several of the giants are casting dice to see who will be allowed to visit the girl next, Noge sees and hears what is going on; the girl is sitting on a tomb, dumb like, saying nothing)
(Horrep to Noge :)
Why does she not scream? Yes, she is more than willing, too willing, her blood is hot. I think she will be a curse on our luck! She has no cloak on. How still the night is.((Horrep grabs his son, and they both sit down, as he was about to walk over to see Agdo, who is watching the dice players, and Noge)( Watching off and on; Semyaz grabs the dice, he is one of the old ones, an angelic renegade, and dangerously powerful, Noge see this, and Semyaz sees Noge notice, and Azaz’el sees them looking both at one another and the girl))

Act IIScene 2Secret of the Beast: “Even if you win, you lose”[2016 AD]

Gigantopithecus and the Neanderthal (Noge)

(The Neanderthal) Before we go into the next part of our play, perhaps the reader would enjoy a little background on a link the author believes resides within this historical fiction: just were, is everyone’s guess though. The Neanderthal has been compared to the Nephilim, the ancient warriors, the very ones this play is about. Perhaps in reality, there was a link between the two species, if not more than a link, perhaps even an off-breed of theirs. To these half-caste humans, who had lived alongside humans as well as the Nephilim, do not date back farther than the Nephilim.
Both having similarities, flattened craniums perhaps from battles and blows, heavy ridges above their eye sockets, their bones have both been found in Iraq, and Israel (also among European countries); they walked upright, used tools, and weapons, had culture and performed religious rites, like the Nephilim. The Neanderthal had a larger brain than modern man, by 100-millitliters. Although considered subhuman, they had an advance language, and were likened to the Nephilim in battle, cruel warriors.
It would appear, man existed before the Neanderthal, and walked side by side with them, as man had walked side by side with the Nephilim, but the Neanderthal during its existence, came and left, became extinct, while the Nephilim did not, and of course neither did man.
I believe the dating of the Neanderthal has been saturated, and too much anticipated, way beyond reality. I believe there is a link, and perhaps they date back to 4,000 BC to 14,300 BC. Whatever the case may be, the bones are among the giants. And in this play I do believe some of the Nephilim had similar appearances, perhaps Noge.

Advance: The World: it had come the last days; dramatic prophetic events were about to happen to earth. Israel was about to come under fire from an Army from the North [Russia]; An Arab Confederacy developed; Egypt was very much involved with this new order. Conquests, the Antichrist was nearby. Oil and Gold were running wild at the stock market. A Superpower bends Egypt’s knees. …

Massive starvation was now taking place (the world was depopulating, not increasing as everyone thought with the new sciences), and the United Nations could do nothing about it (although with the new world order, and government the superpowers had given their stockpiles of nuclear weapons over to them to use as a ace when a country disobeyed their directions). Inflation hit the world, now under satanic influence, skyrocketing inflation and the Stock Market had plundered, and food riots and chaos was everywhere; there was much international strife. Earthquakes were monthly somewhere throughout the world, cataclysmic pole shifts were taking place, as the earth tumbled about, its crust slipped out of alignment. And on the radio, and television, the world leader speaks :)

World Leader:

Ye, this among gentiles, prepare for war, we will wake up to the mighty men of the world for it is time for our war, let them come up: beat your plowshares into swords…come, one and all, gather yourselves with me, come to the Valley Jeshoshaphat.

(And they came with alcohol, drugs and swords, and guns, and every thing possible, and the world saw much epidemic, and this was happening, while at the Circle of Refiam, much foolishness going on)
Azaz’el (to Horrep and Noge):
Men disarm their hearts and fall for her beauty, and demons try to understand it, we are all compulsive and wastrel hounds! But we all glory under her flesh do we not, and want more of it. Leave the slut to me. And we shall see what she shall bring. I want no lies from her, look at her where she stands, oh shall I not go mad at her sweat upon her face, behold you, all! Victory comes not like that! O demigods of Lucifer.
Roe:
There are no laws with us pertaining to humans, never have been, but Noge makes rules for us like humans over this woman, as if we must treat her with respect. He dost dare to with you standing near. She hadst no smile to lure thee.
Noge (to his father in a low whisper): First tell how thou com’tst to find this woman called Agdo, who is she?Horrep: She came to me, not I to her.Noge: Tell me with no more ado!
Horrep:
I was on Mt. Hermon, waiting for a sign, waiting for you, it was cold, the night vast, and stars over my head, I felt odd, it was 5000-years since I had been back here. I felt sounds of drums, it broke my silence, and deep thinking, and they sank into my being, as if they were pulling the cords of my heart, several harlots appeared and they got my attention, I could hear their deep breathing, I could see her deep lips, voiceless, she called me to her, Agdo. Then all of a sudden she was standing next to me, and her friends had gone; it was my silent wish to have her, she read my mind, and I knew you would want her, your first flesh, and from a beautiful woman. To my eyes she was a curse upon all beauty, it led to thine embrace!
Noge: You sure it was she? Maybe she is as some have said, ally of the barbarian Jews?Horrep: That one (pointing his finger at Agdo), I know not of such things, it was her hands were on her breasts, the raven to the vulture. Noge: Yes! Then what? Did she speak? What did she say?
Horrep:

Aye, what? This was her mystery, she didn’t need to, a gleam, a look, an echo in my mind, and she was all of this. I think it is God’s silence in her (the Jews magic); she can take enormous pain, she made love to me. The girl is not dumb; she just does not tell her secrets. She is a curse upon all beauty.

Noge: She is the most loveliest and strange of all things, more beautiful than day and night; bid that she speaks now then. Or perhaps her tongue is alien to us, other than what we can understand of hers.

Azaz’el: See her, she looks so placid, she looks for the end of us, destruction. Must we stand guard on her; this is our home, our meeting place. Admit to us, I will make it all plain to you, it is as we fear, she is of God, of the Jews, (Vii is now walking, moving slowly towards her)
Noge: I told him to leave her alone! Give me an hour of quiet with her, I will find the truth; I’ll guard you from her!

Azaz’el:
You are mad; she will grow strong and wise under your hand. We have other business to attend to; she has taken enough of our time. We must enter the gates of Jerusalem soon, and into the Valley for the battle. I know not why he fools with this hussy. She walks and makes no sound. She smiles and music comes from her. All things come for a reason.
(All the giants, demon, angelic renegades are looking at the woman, her eyes now cast down, all pause to look, to think, silently: who is she)
(Vii has stopped, he seems to be frozen, no one knows why, but she has lifted her head a tinge, and her eyes see Vii that is all)
Semyaz:
I remember once, a beautiful silver strange angelic being by the name of Ura’el came down to earth when we were cohabitating with the humans, God sent him, and he buried many of us for 4000-years, some of us here, others got away, but now we are all back, Beware now how thou dost see her, use her, lest you end up under stones like we were…! It does disturb me that we have taken her in. As you imagine! She will take, not give, I do implore, we kill her now and quick, bring more light to our quest to be, not shadows, a storm is about to befall the earth.
Azaz’el: That is for her to prove, who she is. If not, we shall stone her! Tear off her robe! And Noge, he shall hold his tongue.
((Now Azaz’el started walking towards her, he has had enough of the parade of events she has created) (angrily))
(Azaz’el is now standing by Vii, takes a hard blow to his head, wakes him up from a spell, or something)
Azaz’el:
Stay with me (he tells Vii and them both walk horridly to her). Her spirit and flesh are not of time, she has come from a different time then this, I know that, not sure why, or how, but I seem to have good second insight today, unless she is communicating something to my mind silently. (To Semyaz he speaks) Noge, and his harlot, or is it his father’s, this time we waste upon this matter, who else could contrive it? She tramples on Noge’s heart. Said I not he’d bring a storm upon us? Or the likes of him; it is best to keep peace among us, at this late hour, that she be sheltered in one of the old tombs.
(Now they are in front of her, and he goes to grab her, and as the slightest touch sudden wings come to defend her, out of her back, above her should, below her waist, from her things. The sting, have thorns on them, they torment with their stings, and both Vii and Azaz’el’ step back)
Vii (stuttering): I am not sure, but I think she has immortality.

Azaz’el:

I will part those legs and those lips and rip her apart (now you see the gazing of lions in her eyes, and Azaz’el is unsure of what to do; her face turns white as frost)

Noge: We shall cast the dice to see who has her? (She makes no outcry)

Azaz’el:

Perchance she’s willing. And how still it is, she does not even speak. And the girl is not dumb, you say. And she cold screams. And still makes no outcry. It is plain; the girl brings curses on your luck Noge. Thou bloody beast. We are the wolf-hounds to her.

Act II
Scene 3
Agaliarept: the Henchman of Hell
Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell
(Agaliarept has now appeared at the site called: the Circle of Refiam. And he calls to Azaz’el, he knows who she is, he introduces himself, once he says who he is, most all seem to have heard of him, and some know him)
Agaliarept:
I am the General of a legend of demon in hell, and I am Lucifer’s right hand man there: the Henchman of Hell they call me. I know who this woman is, Lucifer has sent me, he hears the chaos she is causing here—the disturbance; Lucifer as we all know, he is the king, the god of the air, and has sent me to explain something has turned a few of you dumb. She is the daughter of Shamhat, the temple priestess of old Sumerian Uruk; dating back perhaps to 2700 BC, if not longer; the time of Gilgamesh, whom was also like you, a demigod. She was the prostitute of Enkidu. Leave her daughter to her own, she is harmless, and only your distraction, Agdo’s penitence is this: you are her penitence, and for this my comrades, she will God is now her friend. She will not speak but a few words, as she was told, now what’s the secret here? Time has taken its toll; you are not ready for battle. How fare you in the battles to come, if your mind is not set right. Remember that Satan has humbled the world; the loot of every country is splendid in his halls. This sword I bear was Lucifer’s, here; I give it to Azaz’el and he and Semyaz can use it in battles to be, to lead you. So kneel! Sing to your king, Lucifer, the Morning Star.
(White doves appear and fly over her head, silver fire comes from her mouth, her breasts are not covered and other parts of her body covered by wings. Azaz’el is angry, and tries to get closer to her, to harm her, and Agaliarept shakes his head, he didn’t seem to listen to him, and time is of the essence. As Azaz’el tries to touch her again, she turns into a scarlet butterfly and is gone.)
Semyaz:
Yea! The northern armies have come now to overthrow Jerusalem, I have heard them fighting, and we were to join the battle ((Azaz’el looking for the butterfly) (Semyaz speaking to everyone but Azaz’el))
Horrep:
This was a trick to lure me into lust, and then my son, who is innocent of such feelings, and now the battle of Jerusalem, is lost because of us, I fear, over a harlot. She is the witch of God, of Israel. Upon this very field we wait, mingle; she has brought this madness, dared to violate our vows to battle. I am wholly shamed.
Noge: Father, she is just a girl? Although my night seemed it could not be without her. I do not feel my humiliation is great.
Horrep:
Not great! This whore has spilt my son’s blood. Of course, what else, if Lucifer finds out we are condemned to his wickedness likened to the dogs of hell? She brought this doom upon us; Russia has attacked Israel, and a nuclear attack has taken place, Russia has lost many men (telepathically).

Act III
Scene One

The Apocalypse of the Nosferatu Nephilm
[Circle of the Refiam]

[A month has passed since the battle] The first battle between Israel and the Northern Armies of the World has come and gone (Israel has had help, in winning the battle with its friends over Russia), and now a greater battle is developing between Israel and its enemies: China, Europe and the Arab Confederation of states, and they are under one head, a Dictator of Europe, called by the Christian world and Israel’s inner circle as: the Little Horn [or the Antichrist]; as this battle develops, the giants of old, and new arrivals from the cosmos, the underworld, and other hidden places: come to the Circle of the Refiam; also the pits of hell have been open and the scorpions have come up and out, by Azaz’el’s command, which he is in essence the legendary Scorpion King. These Scorpions are ruining around the world stinging the death out of those who will not subject their wills and locality to the new king of kings, the Little Horn. Azaz’el has kept Agdo in prison, and many are using her sexually, to include Noge, his first love (she had been captured). They are at the Circle of Refiam, in Israel, in the valley, and have many other campsites about, and within the circle of rocks the Refiam Circle. Presently, Noge is outside the circle with his father Horrep and Agaliarept, the Henchman of hell. Azaz’el is nearby a bonfire inside the circle. Roe the Captain is with his friend Horrep, Noge’s father.

Azaz’el’s SongI have no old gifts for theeNo perfumes or Vampric words:Only my hate that storms in meLike the fires in the halls of hellWhence the soul follows beyond the earth.Ye, likened to the moon and sunriseWe are slaves to lustful illume waysIn the valley of sacred multi-orgasmicWe have seduced the women of earthAnd given birth to hybrid Nephilm. Note: 5/28/06, #1353Noge: Father why am I obsessed with lust for this Agdo?
Horrep: What old news you bring me, tell me of the battles, not the harlot. But yes, I feared this would happen, and especially with Agdo, the harlot of Shamhat, of Uruk. But I shall tell you the long story, in its short version; perhaps you will understand who we are more also. Nothing is as simply as you’d like it to be…

(at that moment more angelic and demigods were appearing at the Circle of Raphiam, as Horrep continued to speak to his son)

there was Yegon: he was the one who had lead the children of the angels to earth and perverted them long ago; and Asb’el, showed up, he gave to the children of long ago, evil counsel, mislead them, and they defiled their bodies. And there was Gader’el, he showed the children of the people blows of death, and misled Eve. And Pinem’e: who taught the children how to use ink and paper; these angels were the ones who used the forces of earth and the angelic essence of the cosmos and with a cabbalistic formula created energy called MAGI (now called: Quantum Mechanics); as I was about to say son, nothing is like it seems.
Noge: I know Azaz’el is the scapegoat for us, so this is vengeance now for many; everyone talks about all the times of long ago when they slew man and beast and foe, long ago during the ages, and have deeper interest than I in this ensuing battle for the world? This is the life-stream of the Nephilim. Who judges here but thee and me, O Hell! Let Lucifer decide it is his war, I wish to make love to Agdo, it is heaven on earth, the only heaven I’ll ever have. For good or ill, it doesn’t matter. Who judges here but thee and me, O Hell! Lucifer is a liar! He goes to the door, begins to open it, glances within and hesitates, and takes what he wants. What frightens you? Not his eyes to me, but her eyes. His are no longer bright, but pale and poor. O timid father, go you and fight your war, call me a coward, if you do not look, the entire better. I go to my bride!
Horrep: It was Ura’el, God’s …nothing, and we were all God’s angels before he sent Ura’el to bind Azaz’el. ‘T was by sorcery he got loose to come back here I think. To fight, and give heavy tribute and honor to Lucifer, and us; be not too sure between her flesh and mine, the spoils of war allow you many harlots. Shall you be subjected to this woman’s will, and remain out of this war, and bring less blood to the world. This girl is of everlasting evil, there is this hush about her, and she abides in patience.
Noge: I am deaf and blind to my passion.

Horrep: Perhaps we don’t have none ourselves—passion, only lust. We were dreamers back then, locked in the clouds, and lust condemned us, like dead lions. Old wounds have never healed for many of us. Wounds you do not have. You show some scant gratitude for his God, for sending her, contrived to delay us in battle.
Roe:
Nay! It was God and Ura’el, and now we must make earth’s people die more slowly! Ura’el slew us all. This is not surely known; he left no mark upon us. Like marble he cloaked himself, and we could not harm him. Who fears not even the death, we did, but then I wanted to die myself, and couldn’t. And now the Little Horn, the monarch comes to demand our help, with his trumpets forth. ‘T is strange he needs our keep, the king of sorcery, demon, and now this girl, whom is seemingly dumb, throws accurse on us all, torments us, we are born to lust, and greed, and unlock within us much evil (the girls long silence ensues).
Noge: But explain all this to me father, as you were about to before…!
[It is midnight, the demon and angelic renegades, the watchers as they are known are seated about the fire, in a semi-circle, and the lovely captive who had disappeared as a butterfly, now captured again, dances for the immortals, Agdo]
Horrep: As I was about to say: it all started somewhat like this: we watched the human females for a long time, and along with Azaz’el we all came down, all two hundred of us to participate in human sex—we were long form the gates of heaven, we had not joined Lucifer’s legions yet, ingratitude slowly his shadow passes form land to the clouds, and once he lay so dark above us, and so long, he was a gentle wolf, with his pack until he coheres us to sin and leave our post, he called us for his wisdom on occasion, we could have multi-orgasmic with women and they enjoyed that, like females we could go for hours upon hours; human males could not do this, this made them irritable. Some of our children could only perform fifty-climaxes, but that was more than the humans could. And we Watchers were limitless. Then we went to Samara, and Anunnak, became kings among men, about 6000-years ago. There in this land, started a selection of kings according to how many orgasms they could have, to prove they were of an angelic origin, a supernatural race. Later on, Gilgamesh came into the picture; he may show up here yet.
The Scorpion King was praised by many, he is none other than Azaz’el, or Ptah, or the Divine Blacksmith, he was known by many names, he also helped create the Vampric legends, which I will get to soon. Our lustful ways is what triggered God’s anger, and brought forward the Great Flood. I was part of all this history you know. I hid you for a long time. Anyhow, you have discovered multiple orgasms are possible for our kind, and we have no male refractory period; again I say, like human females. This was divine love, something human males could not compete with. Beasts! We were beasts, and no one could slay us but one another, until the Father in Heaven sent the evil star to tempt us, and then sent one of His bravest to bind us. Yet, I do not know what it was all for, surely not love. How eagerly we turned from God to Lucifer and our own lusts.
Nosferatu, the Vampire world came alive when we moved to… (a pause); I should explain who ‘we’ are in this story: we meaning: Samlazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kokablel, Tamlel, and Asael (Asael, again is Azaz’el) and myself, also known as (sons of God) in those far off days. We were known as the Watchers, the Nephilm, the fallen ones, thus forfeiting our first estate forever, God forbid, but we did; there was two hundred of us, and it was an exodus to the land of Sumer, and then onward to a new location… we were brothers, and servants of God at one time; it may be she knows what use she is for us: we became obsessed even in Sumer as now, with eroticism, incest, pedophilia, sacred prostitution, as this woman is a symbol of our sexual freedoms we had long ago, and cultivated to the whole world, destined for, she sees us as sacrilege, but speaks she nods to us, only allows us our pleasure…Ho! Ho! A pretty motley crew we are to her. Hence, I beg thee as my son, here once again, to avoid her.
(Noge interrupts: “father, please get back to the story!”)
…there was what we called ‘Hieros Gamos’ the sacred marriage for kings who had the capacity for leadership, also had to have the capacity for sexual reenactment with the priestess, it was the Sumerians we instructed in this multi-orgasmic rite, Inanna (Gilgamesh’s mother), the de Goddess was the teacher.
(Noge interrupts: father, “Where did you go after Sumer?”)
…I was getting to that son, be patient. They had sex for thirty-hours; this rite of Uruk’s which we demanded of the kings, so only demigods would be elected; or allowed to sit on the throne. Consequently, the Anunnak bloodline started, he was a Canaanite Nephilm who taught women sexual pleasures. King Menes, also known as the Scorpion King, was the first Pharaoh; some of us went to Egypt, around 3500 BC. He was a decent of demigods, like you.

And for your question, after Sumer we went to the mountains, to Transylvania (the Raphaim of Romania), where Vampirism came to light. We were scattered all over the world, and this was one location. We had Rephiamic tribes hidden in the mountains. The stories of excessive sex, derived from us. Here the royal Racoci family line is in Saint Germain, he lived you know seven-years, as was the mysterious count (Cmte).
And through our sexual encounters, we did bit a few people, and we had, or our sons had I should say, a disease, and they gave it to the humans; actually our kind was immune to its death, it spread, and was named tuberculosis; all because one day we decided to quench our sexual obsessive.

Act IIIDeath SentenceScene Two
The Giants of Old
(Nephilim or Shades)

((Eleven to thirteen feet tall, 1200 to 1400 pounds) (bipedal locomotion: on two feet))
Those giants who 400,000 giants who lived in the days of second age or race when Uranos produced giants and nymphs into the 3rd Age, the age of Leumuria, and the time of Adam and Eve, up to the end when the one-eyed Cyclops lived, and Ulysses 1200 BC, and King David—these Giants were known as the Anakim or Nephilim.
[Same location, the bonfire is burning high into the sky, flickers of fire fly about, there is some unrest with the demonic force that has come to the Circle of Refiam; now Noge and his father are alone standing back as they were, the others have joined the circle around the fire, and he, Noge asked the forbidden question…]

Noge:Father, what are we going to do after the next battle, for it is called the last Great Battle for the souls of mankind: Armageddon?
Horrep:If you stay here with her, you’d be alone wither her? Alone! Well, take her, she is fair, you will be guilty as witnessed to you fellow warriors, and after the battles they will nail you to the tongue, and she will leave. Aye! Faithless we all are. And we are all keepers of evil; ye will be faithful to thyself, and perhaps that is right prosperously. Who can say it is wrong? A good question indeed, one I’d rather avoid. We shall not be immortal I fear, through me, you will die as I will die, exactly how, I do not know, yet I know the day of reckoning is near, Judgment Day. A bed of stone is laid for us.
Noge:What God hath told you of these tidings I hear through thy lips?
Horrep:Blasphemy! That is what we are. The fire shall purge us. Where is God? That is our proof of our reckoning?
Noge:It is not that I wish to question you (Horrep interrupts: she remains silent in the bed of many Nephilm: we should spread her upon the coals until she tells us what we want to know, who sent her)…Nay, not to thee nor any of our kind, but I know so little for such darkness to come to me shall I speak out to Him, to God?

Horrep:
See now what dreaming leads to. God has knowledge of our will; you stripped her, as she whimpered in a gaze, you have already been tested, and failed; her great eyes brought you down. (She now sits apart and starts at nothing, as if waiting for her reprieve)
Noge: But it was you who brought her to me, so it is you I should blame for my shame, if I shall ever stand in front of God.
Horrep [eyebrows high, almost wanting to laugh]:
(The girl is dancing naked round the fire, as all the Nephilm, one after the other, are rapping her—and Noge watches)
Yea, not beauty, but Hell is what you watch, cast out your eyes if you wish to talk to the God about mercy. For you lust as we lusted after flesh, then and now. It was simply your first encounter. Ye will be faithful to her bed and hearth, and it is God who she is faithful to, not you.

(And with no hesitation, Noge, plucked out both his eyes, and Horrep in horrid shock, walked away frazzled; thus, the deed was done, and all Noge could hear now was: we wait thy word, Azaz’el, give us the dog…and the Nephilm started to stone Noge…then the same voice said: burn him!… and they did. And for the first time ever, they saw immortal flesh burn like human flesh. And these words came from Azaz’el: vanished god, be gone I shall see thy soul in Hell. And Horrep said: At least thou deist! And they all heard Noge’s last words: echo even after his death: ‘T is so attested in my faith.)

Act 1, scene 1 and 2; written 5/13/06; Act 1 scene 3, written 5/14/06 (Reedited 4.2010, updated and slightly revised) the original name “Where it Began: The Circle of Raphaim.”

The Best of Minnesota (a poem)

2010-04-15T14:10:00.000-07:00

The Best of Minnesota

The best parts of Minnesota are her dead
Autumn leaves—
The worse part, is her politics,
And politicians—
I think it well: I put her to rest,
And all the rest of the world
Is thine!

No: 2674/4-15-2010

Nightshade (poem)

2010-04-14T16:06:00.000-07:00

Nightshade

In the stir-less night
Of nights that have no seams
Rooted in death
Down and around narrow spiral paths
They rattled like rattlesnakes
Buzzed like dozens of blundering flies
Monstrous thighs, shoulders and eyes
Like: snakes, owls, hawks wildcats
Half-demonic, with riveting jaws
With grotesqueness, they scratched and gnawed
In the doming shade of night,
Until the eve of sunlit, the eve of Armageddon
The Giants of the Circle of Refaim!

No: 2772 (4-13-2010)

Refaim's Chilly Darkness

2010-04-14T10:30:00.000-07:00

Refaim’s Chilly Darkness

Refaim’s chilly darkness reeks
Low into the plateau deep
One crimson golden heavenly star
Still lit, lights Refaim’s better night
Under a grayish moon they roam
Dispersed throughout this darkened gloom
Here, Giant, demon, renegade
Blind from Satan’s morning star
Old foes of long ago, call home
Damned by God! Their eternal souls
Now seek revenge, at Refaim.

No: 2773/4-13-2010

Barack Obama's: One World Government

2010-04-14T00:02:00.001-07:00

Barack Obama’s: One World Government

(Update by Dlsiluk 4-2010)

I keep saying to myself, have said to myself for fifteen months this president will show something worthwhile sooner or later, but it just hasn’t happened. But let me tell you what I think, and I suppose this is my umpteenth message on the President.
I’ve noticed in 15-months, he’s played more gulf than President Bush played in eight-years. I’ve noticed with him he likes to smile a lot, when he feels everything is fine and dandy, when things are going his way, if things are not, the friendship fades quick, and he points the finger to ex presidents for his lack in leadership and stability or stabilizing the country, and he will push and push everyone aside to get his way even if it’s hindsight. He has more excuses than any president I’ve yet to listen to. He has let in more Islamic snakes in America, and now we are becoming a fear based society—I think he likes that. He is at odds with Fox News. He is no model of post-partisanship—as I said, friendly and deadly. He seeks a one world Government, and my guess is he’ll try to hand over our nuclear supply to the UN, so they can direct whom will be under the gun, shoot off the ugly heads of those who defy them: this is where we are headed folks.
Fifty Muslims activists now work on Capital Hill today, infiltrating into congress. The Serpent of Genesis is hard at work.
Soon the banking cartel will enslave mankind, as the United Nations becomes the nuclear watchdog over nations, and they will be the only ones that can push the buttons, America will be at their mercy. It’s called the new world order.
The New World Order will depopulate world growth, not increase it. The New Age is nothing more than what Communism was prior to it, a big hoax. And we have been sold out and we are being led by megalomaniacs. Sleep well tonight, while you can.

Kiran Chetry speaks out Notre Dame

2009-05-17T09:35:00.000-07:00

Kiran Chetry speaks out Notre Dame

Now here is a young lady, Kiran Chetry, with some grit, guts, and faith. I am not a Catholic, but if I was I would put her on my shoulders and be proud of her—I even think the Pope ought to recognize her for her getup and go. Notre Dame University, I do not think cares for her rebellion against the establishment’s decision making process, and I can understand why. With the president of the United States coming to give a speech and get his Honorary, Doctorate, free of charge, is too much for some true Christians. To my understanding she is against only the honor, not the speech that will be given. That makes sense to me. I mean if the University is pro abortion, then fine, because this president is, and if the University is pro stem cell processing, fine again, but if it is against these things the questions comes up “Why?” What purpose does it serve to give an honor, to just have him come to talk? Perhaps that is a bribe: you come here, we give, and perhaps he has said already if I go there, what they are going to give me. It looks like Notre Dame has agreed underneath the table with the president’s policies.
Some young student said, in counter to Kiran Chetry’s voice against the president being honored, “Shouldn’t a good Christian even take in—with open arms—those who are apposed to your faith?” I do think that person was perhaps a none practicing Catholic, or Christian, one of the 49% that goes along with this honor at Notre Dame. Just because the majority agrees does not mean the majority is right, it means the majority have their own self-interests at stake, maybe they want to shake hands with the first black president. Or maybe they want to go down in history and say: I was there when the big man was there. But let’s be practical. What kind of message is Notre Dame giving here? It is telling me, in Jesus’ learning center we can bend rules for the Roman Emperor, and honor our enemy—and I do not mean the President is our enemy, he is not, but two of his policies belong to the devil, and we can’t honor the devil’s policy, is that not what Christ would say? It is one thing to put up with things we have no power over (the weeds are always going to be in with the roses), but when it comes to faith, and honoring Christ, is it not said, give to Cesar what belongs to him (and if your school and its faith belong to him fine, and it looks to me like it does), and to Christ, what belongs to him, give to him (and to be frank, if Notre Dame was blessed because of Christ, it may not be after this; they may have to find their blessings in the Oval Office). So is this Cesar’s house, or Christ’s house? What would Christ do? That is the question I think the school should be asking, not what the faculty wants. And is it not in Notre Dame’s interest to leave an everlasting mark on its students. This is a blemish, and for a real Christian, it will not go away so easily.

Two Poems: "If God were God" & "The Missing Page"

2009-04-29T16:25:00.000-07:00

If God were God
((God’s Zodiac) (a Pseudepigrapha, poem))

Can God not make rain, morning and night?
If He so desires?
Are not the stars and the moon and the sun
In His hands—?
Does not God allow the spring to come and
Deprive the north winds to blow?
Does God not hear petitions and prayers?
(for rain and harvests?)
I mean, is he not the living God?
If God were God, we need no Zodiac; if He
Is not, who we claim him to be…?
Then man would do well to read
The Heavens in His place,
For prayer would no longer be
Necessary...!

No: 2606 4-29-2009
The Missing Page
(And the ugly angels)

Their faces were like leopards
Their tusks outside of their mouths
Like wild boars,
Their eyes circled with blood
Their hair like a woman’s
Fiery plagues in their hands
When I saw them, I feared
For my life…!
They were locked behind
Bronze gates and bolts
And iron bars
Fire was cast forth some
Fifty feet…!
There now stood before me
The angle called the Lionesses
Teeth like of a bear’s
Hair spread out like a woman’s
Body like a serpent’s
And it wished to swallow me!
Behind me now was a sea
Of flames…!
Eremiel appeared, ruler over the
Abyss and Hades,
He was the one who imprisoned
The souls of those at the end
Of the Great Flood!
“You are in Hades!” his echo
Told me.
“I am the prosecuting attorney,
The accuser of man
Before the Lord!”
I read his manuscript in
My own language…here was
All my sins, aggressions!
I wanted to rip it up
Then I ascended from Hades,
An angelic hand reached down
And pulled me up
He also had a manuscript
In hand, and a ring,
with the seal of the Lord,
upon his index finger
(it covered all languages)
He said, “Your name was found
On a missing page,” he had
Discovered just in the nick
Of time.

No: 2608 4-29-2009

Among us, Satan! (Poetic Prose, Part one and two)

2009-04-17T10:30:00.001-07:00

Among us, Satan!
(Poetic Prose) Part I of II

As told by Ur’el the Archangel

Of ancient times, all the sons of God were present and Satan also, a part of the eternal mind. He came from time to time, to watch and see, to mock and be, among the light of heaven. He had chosen his eternal path, with the mortal dust on earth. He knew there was no darkness in the universe could hide him from the eyes of God; from whence he came from. Even the secrets of his mind, he could not hide “What moment was mine?” he said and so he separated his mind, whirled it away hid it in the stream of change. There to empty it.

In the interim, He was bragging, feeling he had more knowledge of man than God, and God not admitting it. Satan told God, face to face, near, should to shoulder, “You are disconnected with man, and you created him.”

Among men there was no question of the existence of God, or Satan, only the reason God allowed an evolution to take place of man’s notion of God allowing Satan to plant innumerable gods on earth in his place. In of whom certain characteristics of Satan himself were similar, and the abstract gods concrete and complete, in variations, traversed the earth. Perhaps God knew the animal in man, wanted to become a god. And Satan fashioned his means, to meet his end.

And so it happens that Satan set up his own little stage being less concerned with God’s. And Satan said:” If I am Evil and as you see, the people are on equal, not opposite ways with me on earth, why do you or your angels go forth and put no stop to this?”

God looked at Satan, said “You never did understand, who seeks to establish the truth of something has already assumed by translating the dramatic action of his fellow followers, fulfils his own fascination, it is the logic of appearances, as opposed to the logic of true forms. We are characters to man; on the other hand, you are a tragedy to many and so revealed in your retributive fate. You are in, what I created a natural process of law, indifferent to those who oppose it. You are the spectacle of suffering as the effect of evil. And you think you are in the mind of God, and you are not. I can know things, and not know them. Knowledge is knowing of, and not knowing of. Is it possible for me to doubt? (Satan couldn’t answer that) How can man be made perfect, without knowing evil? Man judges himself, as he oppresses himself. If I reduce you to insignificance, it detracts from the design of things. You are here Satan, but you are not here. If you were to be remoulded you would be naught, you would be doubtfully useful, and you are who you are. If you have any reality at all, it is to your own world, and since that is a world that resists Good, you will be left with your kind where its nature is unaffected by its duration. The time will pass from one point to another, without taking time, this is your end. Your greatest act is in traversing the lesser acts of mankind to carry them along with you—co-ordinating your Army to help. You have one act—evil, and you do it with a wanton delight, glorifying its own activity. You see man as mere matter, forms. I see them as for the perfect form, the divine form, within time without end, which I seek to extend throughout space. In the long run, you are only the surface, determined already by your acts. The inflicted by you maybe of a great mass, but they can be purified, you cannot.”

“So much you know,” said Satan to God, “you dare not make me your equal!”

“You seek something that can never be; you stood outside of time, before I created time, because I created you so. Not like man. You stand in front of me double-faced, and try to make me believe you have forgotten your choice, the act you took to change and be divisible. And offer to man, your act, all that you are, you are only a moment of friction! No more. An impact on a material world; this strange reverence men pay to you for a moment of fascination is out of fear and to duplicate it, to learn the evil in life, and use it, against the weak and helpless things. Earth is your throne, when evil comes, where you can divide and separate it at will. Judge it to be as you wish. But what it is like, is you, a fluctuating tide, that comes in for a short period of time, and gathers up its lusts, and goes with age out to the sea to die.”

Satan’s Ghosts
Part II of II

(Ur’al’s Immortal Youth)

It was of ancient times, when Satan and God stood face to face, and near, shoulder to shoulder, and I stood far back, by the Golden Gates of Heaven, and its silver plated pathway, when I overheard this conversation. I Ur’el of immortal youth; It was a time when men understood the tongues of animals, and could speak to them on earth. It is all but forgotten now, and put into tales. It was a time when the earth was covered with shades, and trenches were dug to make sacrifices of bulls to drain their blood in those wide trenches, to drink their blood to the demigods, Satan’s horde, to the Henchmen of Hell, and all, to gain immortal youth. A strange time indeed, and there were many who lived among the ghosts of earth, said they were, for they could not be touched, and when the wind came, they were blurred faces to the living. They were vapour drifting over desolate marshes. There was more than one death back in those far-off days, and this ghostly death, left them blind with grief, to live and be dead among the living, and to watch the living, live in the dead, the ghosts of Satan’s handiwork, not for all but for some; for there were others who chose this end, for a time being, and those who had no choice.

4-16-2009 (No: 2593)

"Being Average!"

2009-03-29T23:08:00.000-07:00

“Being Average!”

I was a young man who dreamed about simply being an average person, while alone walking up that old dirt road to school in back of my house. In those days, I could feel the Lord walking with me, a garden angel at times. And now after 61-years old that boy has not yet left me, not completely, and I was never unlucky, thank goodness, in that I ever felt alone, I always knew the Lord, Jesus Christ was by my side, always, He once told me because I didn’t have a father, “Don’t worry, I be your father.”
I was thin, and gaunt with deep emotions, and when I got in my first fight, four boys beat me up, I ran home to tell my mother about it, and she said, “You better get some muscles, and learn how to fight, or run.” And I did, I weight lifted, ran in track, and learned karate. I was as white as a ghost, got some summer tans and learned how to flex my muscles so a few girls would be interested in me, and kept the bullies away, or at a distance.
I wasn’t a quick learner, and that left some mental scars in me. Although I was creative, I could draw just about anything, learned how to play the guitar at ten-years old, and started writing my poetry at twelve-years old. And none of these scars would stop me in life, matter-of-fact, they were my catalyst. Now they are old scars, erosion on them, fleshless. Everything about me was different than those around me. So I felt.
My eyes were the same color of the sea, my hair the color of autumn leaves, my physical build at fifteen was like Bruce Lee at twenty-one. At nineteen, I learned Karate in St. Paul, and then headed onto San Francisco at twenty, to learn from the Masters.
“Chick Evens,” Gosei said, the Karate Master, 6th degree, said to me as I had used up all my money to travel to the city by the bay across two-thousand miles, and couldn’t find a job, “Here’s some money, it will tie you over until you find a job,” Gosei said in a most humble voice. And he taught me the fine art of Goju Kai Karate, within that interesting year I spent in the city.
“No,” the Master said. “You are young, do not keep drinking, and do not hurt anyone with your skills.”
I remembered that all my life.
“I got to go,” I told him. I was drafted into the Army. “I know,” he said, “you are not leaving because you want to.”
I was still a boy mentally in a man’s body, and I followed my longing, whatever that was, it seemed to change every mile of my life, and traveling was part of it. Actually at this point of my life I had lived in Seattle, and Omaha, and of course those are interesting stories in themselves, but we must move on.
Gosei had a lot of faith in me back then. Actually it appeared to me, he made it look normal. So I was normal. But all I ever wanted to be was average. Like everyone else, because I felt different than everyone else.
My curse was the drink, and I drank like obsessed fishermen, fish. Like women comb their hair, constantly; like children chasing a dog, unwaveringly. Between drinking and sleeping, I did more drinking.

In the Army, in Basic Training, they did not show me much in the art of body building and karate, it made me feel superior, which made me feel for a while, average to everyone else. But because they could do what I could do, I demand respect; they did now show it politely. I learned successful people, lose friends. I would have to learn how to deal with this.

In the old neighborhood, the guys would ask me to play baseball. I really tried to avoid it, or football. I never liked hanging out with my male relatives, as my brother did, I often said, when they invited me, and they did not invite me much, “I would like to go,” where I never know, while visiting their houses, my aunts and uncles, but I’d end up going for a walk by myself. I knew they didn’t care for me to be their in the first place, nor did I care even going over there; it was a demand from my mother.
I suppose they thought I was a strange young man (boy), my uncles and aunts, and cousins and so forth; but I am a strange old man now, I think so, and they still think so, and so I must have been. My brother’s kids feel the same way, and my kids feel that way, they like putting everyone in boxes, as if they are bait, their bait, subdue them with a club, and get the big fish.

Slowly I cut that net over my head, and went to college, quite drinking, got degrees more than I ever thought, they called me Doctor now. Wrote books, traveled the world, and made a million. I asked myself, “Who can do that? Do you think you can find someone at my age who is a poet laureate? Can I order one?” Well, I was feeling average now, but it took a long time. It wasn’t easy. We start out as kids, and we work on our baggage all our lives until we get it tidy.
I never leaned on any ones shoulders, they were all strange to me, I thanked God, the Lord, Jesus Christ, I leaned on him, his were the only ones, oh I suppose I could say my mother’s a few times, I think so. And I always felt I should give Him something more than a belly full of complaints, so I didn’t complain much in life, I did drink a lot of bottles of booze though. Smoked a lot of cigarettes, three packs a day and I leaned on His shoulders one day, twenty-five years ago, and said, “You’re God, you stop this mess, I mean you take the edge away please, and I’ll stop the motion for grabbing it.” So I put three packs of cigarettes by my bed stand, and never had the desire to smoke again, same story, say ending with booze.
I’m really now just an old man, with no dirty habits, all washed up you might say, for the killing, to put me into the stew.
I have much more than I deserve, a few houses, money in the bank, lots of Ginger Ale, and so forth. I know it was a great mistake to start drinking and smoking, but after I stopped I felt more normal, more average, it all makes a difference. I have learned by sticking it out, pushing ahead, not stopping because someone says, ‘you can’t’ is a bunch of bull…! Misery wants company.
They’ve stopped, that’s the problem, and they don’t want you to pass them up. The best revenge is success. I’ve been married four times, I never get revenge, just more successful, and they say, “How come he’s…?” And so forth and on; I’ve also learned to take charge of my life, when you let someone else do it, that is exactly what they do, and it is never, never ever for the better (unless it is your mother), because self-interest dominates.
So through all my trials and tribulations, I became average, and to be quite honest, you can’t do much better than that, and if you can, your blessed, double blessed, and thank God, or the devil, because the devil believe it or not, tries to duplicate God’s works, but he’ll never work against himself, so I know who has helped me.

3-30-2009

The Agliarept Code (Can a Demon Read your Mind?)

2009-03-12T20:38:00.000-07:00

The Agaliarept Code
(Can a Demon Read your Mind?)

Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell, one of two of Satan’s most treasured demons, also the grand general of Hell and commander of the second legion; he seems to spend most of his time, according to scripture and legend in Europe and Asia Minor, and has to a certain degree, the ability to control the past and future. That is to say, he possesses the power to discover secrets inside of man’s brain, and with this, he has become quite infamous for stirring up enmity and distrust among the human race. But how does he do this? For even demons are subject to God’s laws. You are about to read, “The Agaliarept Code,” and find out his secret.

Agaliarept, he searches the hippocampus of the human brain, which is near the center, lower back part, here he searches into the living files, images to be printed, or in the process of printing, or those already printed at that moment, in secret memory, some remain dormant in storage, not verbalized he recalls them through a process which is under the code name: SDRC.
He is one of the few demon who has the skill, and ability to recognize several reality environments in the brain at one time, and discernible functions to sort out the patterns in the brain; an example might be, darker to brighter; an area with less or more activity than others. Thus, once discerned, he can signal in his findings to his legion, where, when and how certain things will come about.
His thoughts can ride on top of our neurons, like a man in a saddle on a horse, this allows him to monitor our activity as we move about and consequently read our mind.
That is where his prediction, or his predictability that is, comes from, and where his process adheres to, he now is into our reality environment, and can direct his demonic forces accordingly to the encoded memories, and proceed to structure the down fall of a person.
He has allowed his system for thousands of years to continue to be trained in this area.
On the other hand, he does not have omnipotent powers, making him all-powerful; those who are aware of this and who fight against it (through prayer and a close relationship with Christ or God), seem to block the decoding process, breaking down the functional structure before it’s completely in place.

3-12-2009

Dreadful Marches to Delighful Measures (a short story on a gay movie)

2009-03-08T21:18:00.000-07:00

It was near lunch time and the actors now had stopped their scenes, and they were sitting in the lunchroom, in chairs that were alongside two rows of tables, two tables to a row, ten people to two tables, twenty actors total. They were waiting, doing nothing but waiting to see what was going to happen with their movie project, their production of: “The Summer of Content.”
“Will you have coffee, wine, soda or perhaps a gimlet,” asked Orve Nelson, a middle aged male waiter to Wolfsan Howe, the main movie star (actor) and the supporting actor, Elmer Oxford.
“I’ll have some red wine,” Wolfsan Howe told the waiter.
“And I’ll have the same, I hope it helps,” said Elmer Oxford, with a sneer.
“And for you Mr. Allen Lee Hawley, what will you have?”
“I guess it is the thing to do as we wait, so how about a dark cup of coffee, with no cream or sugar please, ok?”
“Yes, ok sir, Mr. Hawley,” Orve Nelson replied.

The other waiters, three, were walking around the two rows of tables and taking orders while the cook nearby was cooking soup and making ham and cheese sandwiches for the un-expectant brunch.
The windows were open to allow the breeze to circulate throughout the cafeteria, it was on the second floor of a building in the Castro District of San Francisco, and it was a very warm day, in the summer of 1968.
“It’s been half an hour, I wish they’d make up their minds what to do,” said Wolfsan.
“A new start would be plenty I mean, redoing the scenes Allen did, since he can’t perform them lousy two, I mean just two scenes in the whole movie and it has stopped a multi million dollar production, unbelievable, and not to mention, but I will, a first of its kind!” said Elmer Oxford.
“Well, Mary April Steinberg come all the way up from Hollywood just to oversee this meeting, she’s the new assistant to the president of the studios,” said Wolfsan.
“How are you feeling Allen?” asked Elmer, in a sneer.
“Absolutely fine, thanks for asking Elmer.”

Wolfsan was trying hard not to take any position in the first hour of the shutdown, of the production, he was paying more attention to what kind of soup the cook was cooking. Most of the other actors were not demonstrating their position of the shutdown, do to Allen, they were getting paid one way or the other, and whatever they were thinking they were not voicing their opinion, it would seem they were having reservations on both sides of the coin. Allen Lee was unmoved by his stubborn position in holding up what he called a level of integrity and a value system he had learned long ago, in schools, that he had said earlier: no longer taught the ten-commandments, or pledge allegiance to the flag, he believed society had lost its will to uphold the values it once had, and in the process came a declined to a degenerate position in America as well as around the world; that they expected him to bend his religious values for a movie, and profit, which would make him a hypocrite to his long known associates, and the fellowship he had at his church, therefore he could not alter his life for them, nor would for a movie that would show him contrary to his beliefs, and forever brand him.
This was Allen’s first film, he was sixty-one years old, who had previously worked as Probation and Parole Officer for the State of California. In between, he had written three books in this area, along with three books in poetry, and three books in short stories, nine books sum total, of which were not doing too well in the sales department.
For the most part he was retired. His wife had passed on a few years earlier, and his two sons were in the Armed Forces, one in the Marines, the other an Army Ranger. He was embarking on a new career, Gilmore Gleason, his lawyer, also the lawyers for Wolfsan, and Elmer, as well as the Director, Sean Winslow, and Mary April Steinberg, the Assistant to the President of the Studio, he had used his influence to get Allen started in the movies, and under his contract, Allen did not have to do any acts or scenes that violated his religious beliefs, or values, and he was an active Baptist, in good standing, and so his reputation proceeded him, and no one could have proven any different.
“You got your point across to April I see Mr. Hawley,” said Elmer Oxford, “and It appears by the lengthy meeting they’re having in the other room, a damned fine one.”
Allen Lee looked at Elmer quickly. He was an extreme handsome and well kept man, and of a social position which commanded thousands of dollars as a price for his endorsements. Just his autograph alone was worth close to $500-dollars, whereas, Wolfsan’s perchance, in the three-hundred dollar area.
Elmer Oxford, had never been married, and his sexual preference had been in question, among the public, on the other hand, Wolfsan Howe, was married, but was a playboy and everyone knew this, and some questioned if he was bisexual, especially now that he was making this gay movie, with such big time stars as himself, and Elmer, and with an international audience waiting, and a big Studio backing the project up, to be released out of Hollywood.
Allen looked at both these men as if they were strangers to him.
“Wolfsan,” asked Allen, “handing him a napkin, “how about your autograph?” Wolfsan took it reluctantly and signed it. He was about middle height, with extreme icy cool green eyes, dark charcoal black hair, a little mustache, timed thin, and a pink fleshly face, also a handsome man, like Elmer. On the other hand, Allen had pale white skin, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a square jaw, strong looking, but aging, as he was, and when he smiled, those wrinkles became deeper. His shoulders had started to slope, his chest sunk, although he looked several years younger, a nice looking man, and perhaps quite handsome in his younger day, by the looks of his features.
“Well, here’s the signature,” said Wolfsan, with a half smile, handing it over the table to Allen.

Elmer was very tall, well built, a light reddish full crop of hair, combed back like in the days of the Roaring Twenties, with lots of grease on it, combed back, his cloths were loose fitting and safari style.
The parts Allen had walked away from were, first: where he was expected to kiss Wolfsan, and Elmer would come in through a door, find them embracing and this would create a hornet’s nest between the three. The second part of the plot, and ongoing theme, and scene was for him to take a shower naked with Wolfsan, this also he refused. And consequently, started the whole shebang; and as we now can see, Elmer is unhappy, if not trying to make Allen feel guilty for tying up the production, but Allen doesn’t feel guilty, or at least he is not indicating so at this time, and that also irritates Elmer perhaps even more.
“Here’s to you Allen,” said his antagonist, Elmer Oxford, “I’ll have to have a talk with Jimmie Henry.” (Who was a friend of Allen’s and personal lawyer.)
“He should be in his office about now,” replied Allen, in rebut.

Mary April Steinberg, came out of the meeting room, looked at Allen, Wolfsan, and Elmer, “Let’s not get angry about the situation,” she said in a calm even tone voice, the other eighteen actors all turned about looking at her, stopped drinking their drinks, and listened up as if she was the commander and chief, Elmer, put his chin in his hand, and a frown on his face.
“It’s been a very strange day,” she commented, “you folks ought to have some soup and sandwiches, its noon already.”
“Don’t put it off April,” said Elmer, “what gives?”
“You know Elmer, what gives! You have a very red face also, I hope your not drinking too much wine, we got a movie to produce today,” she responded with authority.
“Drunk,” said Elmer, “no, I’m not drunk,” he commented, “I’m angry, annoyed, irritated, all that and more!”
“Must be racial,” said Mary April, to Elmer looking dumbfounded at her.
“I say would you like to drop me as the supporting actor also?” he rebuked.
“Don’t get me started on it, unfortunately, if you don’t know by now you should, we’re all replaceable.” She said, adding, “The conversation in the meeting room was most difficult.”
“Don’t be funny,” said Elmer, “get to the point—please!”
“No problem Elmer, I just want to be politically correct here (Wolfsan looked at Mary, Allen and Elmer, he had seen it coming, and dreaded it).”
“I wish this had not happened, oh yes, I do wish it hadn’t, but it has and it looks as if by forcing, or trying to force Allen to do what his religious principles are against we could be involved with a breech of contract, and this can lead into much more. We could offer him more money, but I think that is fruitless, (Elmer’s shoulders start shaking, everyone else is tightly holding onto their table’s edge, listening), so we have a check for Allen, for $45,000 dollars, his total fee for all the scenes, it is better we make a clean break. And we have a younger actor on his way here this very minute, and we will redo 30% of the prior scenes, where Allen is in them, and that will be that.” Said Mary April.
“Nonsense,” said Elmer, “forget the whole thing and just let him go, he’s nothing to anyone of us, except more work, something he might try, and plus he’s a bad actor.”
Then Elmer grabbed the two signature cards Wolfsan had signed for Allen, and ripped them up to shreds, in front of him, and Mary. Elmer then looked at Wolfsan, and so did Allen, and Wolfsan, put his pen in his pocket.

They all sat there in the warm cafeteria, filling their glasses with coffee, wine, a few beers, avoiding one another’s eyes, while the cook brought the soup and the waiter the bowls to each and every person, and the ham and cheese sandwiches.
Mary April could tell Elmer’s comments had incited the others, but not to any high degree, but to a certain uncomfortable level, one that provoked animosity, and perhaps future gossip; Wolfsan turned away from looking at Allen, and even Elmer, he was sitting on the opposite side of the table in front of them, now to the side, he had a blank if not indifferent face.
“What were you going to say Allen,” asked Elmer, in a cocky tone.
“Nothing to you,” he told him with a smile, and good eye contact.
“Why’s that?” asked Elmer as if he wanted to show his comrades how witty he could be.
“It’s quite unnecessary Allen,” exclaimed Mary, “it doesn’t weren’t any explanation.
“I will say a word to you on the matter, he’ knows better, yet he protests; anyhow I was going to say…” started Allen.
“Yes,” she said, “were all taking a beating over this, aren’t we.”
Everyone looking at Mary, Allen and Elmer, with discontent faces, the drive (morale) now dropping considerably,
“Yes Allen, what were you going to say?” asked Mary.
“Are you married?” asked Allen
“Why yes,” said Mary with a smile.
“Do you have children, and do you love them?”
Her face was showing a little discontent with the second question, but she said, “Of course I love them, very much so, why do you ask such question? (there was a long pause) I have two children.”
“Would you die for them?” asked Allen, looking at all the curious faces around the tables.
She bolted like a rabbit to the question, looked at him coldly, she had not expected this kind of cross-examination, but because of the situation, and all the faces looking at her she answered “Without a doubt.” She replied, “Now can we get back to a normal way of conversing?”
“How beautiful that is,” said Allen, that brought a new smile to her face, the other actors seemed to be a little more at ease with the statement, but still in suspense where Allan was going with this kind of questioning.
“Are you now feeling better, Allen?” said Elmer.
“Oh much,” said Allen, “but let me finish please, don’t interrupt!”
“It would seem to me Mary, you could and do understand how much I love Jesus Christ, because like you, I’d die for him, and I’d not want to offend Him,” he looked about, “and I’ve asked no one here to love my God, or take on my values, they are mine, if I do as you say, you will have changed me, the very thing this movie is about, and as far as this experience today goes, it’s been like a dreadful march but it has brought delightful measures.”

Written 3-6-2009 (taken from a morning dream)

The Earth Dethroned (poetic prose)

2009-02-02T17:27:00.001-08:00

The Earth
Dethroned

The earth, like the people on it, are like a train, Sebastian, told himself as he was traveling from St. Paul, Minnesota, to Seattle, Washington, and it is going in one direction, he noticed, and they think all is smooth he conclude (and so was earth going in the same direction): “Yes,” he said, “they think all is going well,” then he murmured to himself: “The thing is, it is not so, it just seems so, because they, like me, can’t tell one way or the other, if they are moving on this train or not.” Further, he said, “There are only a few folks who look out the window, now and then, if there were more, they’d all know we are headed towards a blockade.
Now, the earth moves the opposite way (it was originally moving in the first place), and the train is still moving in the old same (from its previous unaltered state), but the push against the train is now felt from the opposing force, something is moving against it instead of with it, the train accelerates, to fight the force.
Sebastian now agrees with his second self, (that person inside of us we seem to talk to, but never acknowledge to anyone but ourselves, and we never give it, or him or her a name) and he hears (listens to) the man in the seat behind him say: “…we have two forces and two systems, in progress here, Lord in Heaven what can we do. Because of its iron mass, the train doesn’t feel the opposing force that much, nor the folks inside the train. Nonetheless, it is there.”
The conductor tells the people, “…it is just a matter of time, and we’ll be to our destination, don’t worry.”
Sebastian, is worried though, and seemingly, it appears the man behind him is worried, in that, perchance, the train will not stop in time, hit the blockade before it stops at its destination, the train station that being, rather hit the blockade just beyond it, the train is going too fast, fighting the forces around it.
Sebastian, He sees out the window a black ray of light, ghostly and haunting, it seems to stop and plant itself right then and there, as if his window was a hole in space for it to seep through, and then as the train moves on, it shows up on the other side, so he notices (the opposite side of the train that is) the other end. He tells himself at this point, “I’ve learned something because of this, perhaps man can bend fate, or stop it for a moment, and that there is a gap between this and that, a gravitational gap some folks might call it, he calls it “hope” he feels someone, or something, has to curve man’s mind, like light, and speed, and you will find peace.
“Is this possible?” he whispers.
In any case, he concludes there was a gravitational field, that deflected light, this was his big break to creating peace, a lasting world peace, his so called stepping stone to his new theory.
As he sat back down in his seat in his cubical, he had to rethink what he had figured out, what was all this dependent on, for it surely was dependent on something? “Oh yes,” says the man behind him, “one person was really and solely dependent on the other,” so they both now concluded. “Yes,” said Sebastian, “we are in essence, one entity, and without God, we would not exist, God being the glue.”
Then Sebastian got rethinking his rethinking:
“What went wrong that caused God to create the flood?” In a way a rhetorical question, because he was questioning himself. That is, a question he had to answer for himself, at best it would be conjecture.
“It was not the situation, which was the flood,” he murmurs out loud, the man behind him hears, “but the problem, it was the problem no one looked at, which is always under the surface of the situation. It was perhaps the folks back then lived longer, and thus could build trains that had the maximum velocity of light, the speed of light that is (figuratively speaking), which is the total momentum of anything in the universe. That they were moving so fast, faster than the second-hands on the moving clock, faster than time, for example, the clock decreased to a standstill, accordingly, one was increasing as the other decreasing, as a result, there appeared simultaneously, unmeasured sin.
Next, He assumed, God might have—whom feel knows all— evidently didn’t take this into consideration, or if he had, he deduced from his hypotheses, and reformulated a living system, family members and so forth, would fellow what he observed, so he gave mankind good examples to go by, social comparison—if you will, yet he did not see, nor witness that mankind had obtained identical behaviors, consequently, irrespective of those he sent to set an example, therefore, he had to shorten life, because they didn’t follow the good example, matter of fact, he even said (referring to mankind’s sinful heart), “I never even imagined this…” so now, he limited man to 120-years of life, not 960, as it had previously been. He even developed a new theory, to slow man down, because he was going at such a rapid velocity, or pace, from good to bad to hatred of his own kind, to evil, and beyond, he broke the magnetic phenomena, known as one language, into propagation, or spread man’s tongue out, to a thousand different languages, that accelerated around the world.
Then God said, so Sebastian, concluded, “The faster you go, the quicker you come, to Armageddon, or in the case of this train, to the blockade.”
He knew it could be postponed—just as the train might be able to be stopped at the transition, if indeed he could lower the speed (in God’s case, or humankinds, that amounted to sin) and that was his theory, that being, the Earth Dethroned from mankind, and given back to Christ, to the point of man repenting.

2-2-2009 (No: 2561)

Siluk Horror writer: Bram Stoaker Award (2009)

2009-01-15T17:41:00.000-08:00

Siluk: Bram Stoker Award

Announcing the Horror Stories and books by
Dr. Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.

Under consideration for the Bram Stoker Award

For best short fiction collection, 2009

See his horror books: the Tiamat trilogy, series, plus several short story horror books, “Death on Demand” (to include the renowned story, “The Rape Angelina of Glastonbury, AD 119” read by many of his 150,000-monthly readers) (and: “The Seventy Born Son”); “Dracula’s Ghost,” has eight trying stories, and “The Tale of the Jumping Serpents of Bosnia, another Colleton of eldritch short fiction (to include the growing interest in “Night Ride to Huancayo” a horrific supernatural tale). Also, the psychological thriller, “The Mumbler,” and “Manticore, Day of the Beast” And his book on visions “The Last Trumpet…” and “Angelic Renegades…” he is the unknown crown horror writer of the decade. Also see “After Eve” [a book of historic adventure].

His books can be seen on Amazon.com; B&N.com; abe.com and all the other internet big and small book dealers.

For those interested in the readings of Mr. Siluk’s books, he invites you to email the following:

stokerjury@horror.org stokerjury@horror.org
admin@horror.org

See Reviews by Benjamin Szumskyj on Dennis L. Siluk (and visit his many websites http:// dennissiluk.tripod.com

BENJAMIN SZUMSKYJ is a qualified teacher (Bachelor of Arts in Education / Bachelor of Arts in Social Sciences, minor in English) at a private high school. He also has a diploma as a librarian technician/assistant and a graduate diploma in Christian Studies. Szumskyj also acted as convener on the horror panel of the 2005 Aurealis Awards. In addition to being a member of the Australian Horror Writers Association, he is also a member of the (American) Horror Writers Association. His blog can be found at SSWFT, which is updated irregularly.

"In the Pits of Hell, a Seed of Faith Grows" - a review of The Macabre Poems: and Other Selected Poems (Volume III) by Dennis L. Siluk for Calenture: a Journal of Studies in Speculative Verse (Volume 1 # 1: September 2005).

"Interview with Dennis L. Siluk," for Lost Sanctum #2 (Wild Cat Books, 2006).

“He Is What He Writes: The Weird Tales of Dennis L. Siluk" for Dissections: The Journal of Contemporary Horror #2

(http://www.simegen.com/writers/dissections/February%202008/dissections_page_06.html>, 2008).

Meadows of the Charioteer (in poetic prose)

2009-01-12T21:45:00.000-08:00

Meadows of the Charioteer

In Poetic Prose

((A day near heaven, and a midnight stir, from laden-brows) (part one))

I knew them also—some. I had seen them, in my other life. I was now like a wheel, like the spoke in a wheel itself, in its hub, in this vast place that doesn’t even show on any earth map, that not ten-people out of all the earth know its name, if that many, if it has any name at all, for I heard spoken out loud, in all directions a name called ‘The Meadows of the Charioteer,’ and here no one touched, never a one, not a big nor a smell touch, never a one too light or too hard, it is a place that men and women, live in—as I felt I was about to—and here I am starting to think of a lot of little things—quiet enough to do so—although not so quiet are the things I’m thinking of, things I once loved, places I once lived, names of people, and people before them, deeds done and not done, that made the quiet and loudness in my life, names of men and women who did the deeds, thinks and names and people I want to forget. How they and I lived, how we lasted and endured, fought the battles of life, and the ones they and I lost, and the ones they and I fought again, because a voice said, “You haven’t lost yet.” The heights they and I climbed to; the deserts that soiled us, and the shapes we turned into.

I knew many of them, the men and women standing about, that couldn’t touch or be touched, old, some young, some twice my age, and I’m seventy. And they, like me, thought these things, as we waited for the Charioteer, in the meadows, we thought these things in our minds. Then, as I looked down upon earth, it looked so dangerous and still, I looked at the storms coming from the North and South and East and West—in the mist—we all could see the four horsemen of apocalypse—riding faster and faster.

But stone-still we stood, waited to hear the name of the Charioteer, to see which way he’d come from, and I thought, and I could sense the others thought: what did we die for, or become just before we died, louder than any hunger it echoed in my head, it seemed to cover the whole meadow, and then, only then, did we all see the Charioteer, afar. (How long they waited I don’t know, how long I was to wait, I wasn’t sure, some had been there long, I sensed that; and I’m sure, some didn’t want to leave.)

And he rode fast and hard, and I listened to the hoof-beets of the horses as he came closer and closer, and we all waited until after dark, and we stood outside in the meadows, and we could hear his horse breathing, and to some it made them deaf to the voice of the Charioteer, and to some they could hear him plain. And that night I started to say…but he said, “Hush!” as I was thinking. And so we stood there, it was getting cold, and I was listening to him talk—but in-between, thinking, and he said “Hush!” And he said some things I understood, others I didn’t, and still some, I couldn’t make heads or tails out. And then he said, “That would be all for awhile.”

Across the meadows he rode, and I cried, “I want to go home!” And he stopped, turned about, said, “What’s the matter with you? I called your name and you didn’t jump on.” I said, “I didn’t understand.” Next he said, “When are you going to start?” and I ran, this time I heard him loud and clear, and I wasn’t thinking or looking back at anything, nothing at all—just straight ahead.

(The Charioteer, Near the Gates)

And he, the Charioteer, rode hard and fast, and all the old snapshots in my head hurriedly faded, as his team of horses swaggered a little, and he had—I noticed, a gold-and-leather military harness, and I said, “What about those left behind,” and he looked at me, said, “They are dead.” When I had left they looked lost, baffled, but not dead. I noticed his hardness commanded respect, so I said very little, trying to get used to the ride. He looked at me, said “They are all thick-sinned, men and women with scrawled transparent unbootable hearts; they lived and now are dead.” And as we rode on, he gave me a series of brief glares, instantaneous and without intensity or a point of view in particular, perhaps trying to see if I understood I suppose the depth of what was happening, as I stood on his chariot, then after a while, he told me, “The object of general interest in their hearts is different than yours, I know what heaven can bear and become if I ride them up to the gates, I cannot let in darkness.”

And so I understood, and for some reason, the closer I got to the gates, the less tears that were going to be tears, because of the lost ones, faded, and I was elated, and I could smell a fragrance that was so pleasant and majestic, and unique, it made my senses and my pours heavy and sweet. It was poetic stimulating and rich at the same time, and I saw angels, and the Charioteer said, with a smile, “Yes, this is the place.”

Note: Part one written: 1-12-2009 ((Poetic Prose: No: 2549) (Part two, ‘The Charioteer, near the gates’ written 1-13-2009))

The Illusion (a poem, and a warning)

2008-08-30T23:29:00.000-07:00

The Illusion

On earth I thought all was fine, but upon my death, it was not quite that way, and so I wrote a poem for those folks who are under the same illusion I was, for God sent me back, simple as it may be, it is a warning:

Haiku

Looking for heaven,
I crossed the river Jordon,
And found Hell waiting.

#2476 8-30-2008

The Coming War With Russia (Parts: Two, Three, Four and Five)

2008-08-13T14:04:00.000-07:00

The Coming War with Russia
((Part Two) (Israel, Iran and Russia)

In 2005, I wrote a brief article called, “The Coming War with Russia,” it has been read by quite a lot of readers, and picked up by many sites, perhaps I can now do a follow up. In the first article I talk mostly about Russia joining up with Iran, which looks pretty likely now, and China gearing up for the last battle, that is quite obvious, and that the United States likes the idea of remaining in Iraq because it is a buffer zone somewhat. The question might come up, should come up, what is Russia looking at, what would draw the US into a conflict? Surely not Georgia, which Russia has just invaded, but should Israel attack Iran, now, their would be no Russian retaliation, no end of the world scenario one anyhow, but should they attack when Russia decides to tie the knot, and Iran and Russia become one, they would be obligated to strike Israel, with Iran, and the US obligated to assist Israel. But this is my scenario, in simplicity; now let’s look at a real one, a biblical one.

There are several chapters in the Bible that talk about Russia, one being Ezekiel 38. People have interpreted it in several ways, as I suppose I will. And therefore, pray you interpret it right, to me it indicates Russia will rise (it has), then wane (it has), now is this because of the breaking up of its prior status as the Soviet Union? Some say so, others say because of the rising power of China. When I say waning, and rising I meant as a world power. Life on earth has changed since the 60s, 70s, 80s and even 90s, the world politics have changed, what the Bible is saying I believe is Russia will be defeated, it may go up and down a hundred times as nations do but we need to look beyond that.
Most of these things we see from day to day are just incidental, as we all know they have enough nuclear power, and weapons, and now oil money to buy more if need be, but if they wish, they could hit every major city with a nuke in the world, tomorrow, so they are a danger in that sense. And in conventional warfare, which most battles nowadays are fought, we see they can mobilize a mass of 25,000-soldiers to invade Georgia in a matter of days. Their capability may have faded, but not for long, so it is a battle we are going to see in he very near future.
In looking at this, I do believe you need to look at it from the vantage point of: 1) are you trying to make something you already know, certified? 2) Or are you willing to look at whatever the Bible says, like it or not.
The ideal way is to not try to make it fit into prophecy, it will or it will not.
So we all know the return of the Jews has taken place, I watched this happen in my life time (a prophecy fortold), to the young reader this may sound like history, which it is but, we are living history if you are over sixty.

In Part one of this scenario, I talk on Gog and the land of Magog, which in essence is Russia. Russia, the words has roots, stems from a Finnish word, meaning rowers of a vessel, And ‘Rosh,’ is a Hebrew word meaning ‘boss.’ (Ezekiel Chapter 27). What comes next in Zech. 14, we see a man trying to lead an army, seize Israel, and this starts a world war.
“…wake up the mighty men, let all men of war draw near: let them come up…” Joel Chapter three.
The superpower here is Gog and Magog, (Rev. 20); the invasion of Palestine by the nations will turn out to be in the long run, the last great battle.
God says to Gog and I shall paraphrase it: are you not the one I foretold would come against my people of Israel? Ezek. 38.
Gog is not a name per se, not of any human being anyway, but when Satan becomes incarnate (personified within flesh) into the Antichrist, he is Gog in the making. His symbol is the dragon. In the book, “The Last Trumpet (and the Woodbridge Demon.)I bring that out more, separating the Beast, the dragon, Satan, Gog, and so forth.

Written 8-13-2008©

The Coming War with Russia
(Part Three: Magog)

In parts one and two we pointed out Gog, more than Magog, how Russia was going to get involved, and we were looking at a few scriptures. In other writings I wrote about the coming dictator, and in still others, the Middle East Confederation (in particular in the book, “The Last Trumpet, and the Woodbridge Demon…”)
I have not really put dates on anything, it would be insane to, but you can see, watch as the events unfold, and as scripture and prophecy says, you will be forewarned, as this article in itself is a warning. Incidentally, I do not claim to be a prophet, so please do not get this mixed up with me trying to paint you a dooms day message. It is simply a letter, on what is developing, and what God said would develop according to the Bible and what is happening out there now.
We have an empire out there, and like President Bush have said, an Evil Empire on all sides of us. While North Korea, and Iraq and Afghanistan keep us busy, the real monster grows: Magog. I can name the countries that will be involved with the invasion of Israel, it’s not hard to do, and so can you. But if you were living back in the time of Plato, could you? Ezekiel did, and to the point we all can translate it.
First let me say, if Iran and Israel fought a battle and just them alone, I’d not be writing this article, and that may happen, and if it does, you can count on a second battle, it will not be the last, but I am getting ahead of myself.
He named Persia, which now is Iran, and a few other countries, but for this article and now, I will stay with Iran. We must also recognize as did Ezekiel, Palestine being the center of the world, he did, not geographical speaking but according to God; the God center.
Ezekiel looks to the North, if you stand in Jerusalem, and look north you would see (in the far north) Russia. The men he talks about settled in the Caucasus Mountains, between the Black and Caspian Seas. If you look on your map, you will get a better view of his vision.
The home of where today the Ark of the Covenant is is in Ethiopia. I have traveled the world over, and was on my way to go see the Rock Churches in the mountains of Ethiopia, but ended up in Egypt instead, and unable to do so because of tribal group kidnappings. I do wish to someday, try over and go there especially to where they house the Ark, but my point is this, Ezekiel names this country as well.
I do believe Egypt and Libya will join this confederation, or conspiracy against Israel. (Jer. 46)
Wean add Turkey into this group, although we are really talking now about three groups in the end days. The Confederation, the Russians, and the European Union; Ezekiel refers to Turkey as Gomer, it is not Germany, it is in Asia Minor.
The point here is, as Russia and Iran are thinking about invasion, so are these other folks, the other two groups, if Russia fails, and Russia will fail, but at cost? Is the question: second question, will the other two groups fail? That another story.
Back to Russia. We see the old prophet has named the nations around Israel, way in the future, a hard task to do, unless you got God’s notebook. The other missing link here is America, the United States, where are they going to be in all this mess?
Now who is Magog? It is the beast, as Gog is the individual. The beast is the mass group complex. Kind of like: plan A, B and C.

Written 8-13-2008©

The Coming War with Russia
(Part Four: The strategy)

He will conquer three countries, three kings. Some have pointed the Antichrist will subdue China, Russia, and the United States: this may or may not be true, but I don’t see these countries as part of the picture, nor the ones that need to be subdued, they already have their build in self-determination to destroy themselves, among themselves.
I think we need to look east, a little more south than north. During this period many changes are going to take place. These countries are now being pulled up and out by their roots. Twenty years ago, this was not true, today it is, these three countries the prophet mentions, no longer are bound by Russia, or hogtied: Hungary, Rumania and Bulgaria. So in a way Russia has already been defeated in this arena, and communism is no longer worthwhile for Gog, the Antichrists: why, because Gog is like God, he will not allow anyone to control him, he only uses people. Gog believes in God, although he will try to take his place here on earth.
One of the truths we are looking at is, these three countries the prophet mentions needs to be free of Russia, or Russia defeated, in a way the United States accomplished this without a war, and so it is now history, I think, the question comes, will Russia continue to allow this to continue? Perhaps because of the division of Old Russia to half its population now, has built resentment up in Russia, and we may end up in a tug away in Europe, and this may spark the new birth of taking Iran as its blood brother, and if so, this will start the quest of Iran, to eliminate Israel, and now with Russia backing it up, it will feel it can.
The Antichrist will appear as a savior of the world during these times, and not a Russian savior, so don’t look for him in Russia anymore, I think he is turning to Western Europe .

Written 8-13-2008©

The Coming War with Russia
(Part Five: From the 80s to now)

I remember back in the early 80s, when I had my visions and wrote out the manuscript that would end up being the book “The Last Trumpet, and the Woodbridge Demon,” what I’m about to write now, was not possible, the stage was not set, it needed more ingredients. North America in 1981-1984, at this time there was a rising and an alarming rise in juvenile crime, the decline of religion, and it seemed neither Russia or America had the force to repress such disorder. This was the onset, today it is completely wacky from Peru, throughout America and the rest of the world we see so much disorder, terrorism, even at the 2008 Olympic Games going on in China now, and all the disorder around the world because of China’s Olympic flame being brought here and there; I saw these protests in a vision in 1984, again in the book I just mentioned, referring to China, everything I saw in those several months and fifty-vision have come about.
While all this terrorism and disorder is going on, the world has still a whole arsenal of nuclear weapons, and now it is in the hands of hate countries, those who would use it to vaporize a city because it didn’t get tis way: Iran, and North Korea are on this list- We see India and Pakistan with such weapons now, everybody saying they have the right to won this horrifying military weapon.
France, England, Israel, the United States, China has it also. The United Nations is becoming more of a café for chatter than it is for fixing things in the world.
In the book of Revelation, it says the world leader, whom ever he will be, will have in his domain, great and small, rich and poor. And we all know the wealthy will do anything to cling onto is luxury, Rev. 17., kind of points to these indulgences, the gluttony, drunkenness and immorality of the day. So he will not have a hard time persuading some nations to send out their young boys to fight, in the name of freedom, and God Almighty.
During these days the dollar will die, and rise, and die and rise, it was predicted in the 80s this would happen, and we see it today; a restless world trying to keep itself clued together.
And Russia looking to regain back some of its glory, will become less predictable in the future.

Written 8-13-2008©

The Coming War with Russia (Part Two)

2008-08-13T10:09:00.000-07:00

The Coming War with Russia
Part Two

In 2005, I wrote a brief article called, “The Coming War with Russia,” it has been read by quite a lot of readers, and picked up by many sites, perhaps I can now do a follow up. In the first article I talk mostly about Russia joining up with Iran, which looks pretty likely now, and China gearing up for the last battle, that is quite obvious, and that the United States likes the idea of remaining in Iraq because it is a buffer zone somewhat. The question might come up, should come up, what is Russia looking at, what would draw the US into a conflict? Surely not Georgia, which Russia has just invaded, but should Israel attack Iran, now, their would be no Russian retaliation, no end of the world scenario one anyhow, but should they attack when Russia decides to tie the knot, and Iran and Russia become one, they would be obligated to strike Israel, with Iran, and the US obligated to assist Israel. But this is my scenario, in simplicity; now let’s look at a real one, a biblical one.

There are several chapters in the Bible that talk about Russia, one being Ezekiel 38. People have interpreted it in several ways, as I suppose I will. And therefore, pray you interpret it right, to me it indicates Russia will rise (it has), then wane (it has), now is this because of the breaking up of its prior status as the Soviet Union? Some say so, others say because of the rising power of China. When I say waning, and rising I meant as a world power. Life on earth has changed since the 60s, 70s, 80s and even 90s, the world politics have changed, what the Bible is saying I believe is Russia will be defeated, it may go up and down a hundred times as nations do but we need to look beyond that.
Most of these things we see from day to day are just incidental, as we all know they have enough nuclear power, and weapons, and now oil money to buy more if need be, but if they wish, they could hit every major city with a nuke in the world, tomorrow, so they are a danger in that sense. And in conventional warfare, which most battles nowadays are fought, we see they can mobilize a mass of 25,000-soldiers to invade Georgia in a matter of days. Their capability may have faded, but not for long, so it is a battle we are going to see in he very near future.
In looking at this, I do believe you need to look at it from the vantage point of: 1) are you trying to make something you already know, certified? 2) Or are you willing to look at whatever the Bible says, like it or not.
The ideal way is to not try to make it fit into prophecy, it will or it will not.
So we all know the return of the Jews has taken place, I watched this happen in my life time (a prophecy fortold), to the young reader this may sound like history, which it is but, we are living history if you are over sixty.

In Part one of this scenario, I talk on Gog and the land of Magog, which in essence is Russia. Russia, the words has roots, stems from a Finnish word, meaning rowers of a vessel, And ‘Rosh,’ is a Hebrew word meaning ‘boss.’ (Ezekiel Chapter 27). What comes next in Zech. 14, we see a man trying to lead an army, seize Israel, and this starts a world war.
“…wake up the mighty men, let all men of war draw near: let them come up…” Joel Chapter three.
The superpower here is Gog and Magog, (Rev. 20); the invasion of Palestine by the nations will turn out to be in the long run, the last great battle.
God says to Gog and I shall paraphrase it: are you not the one I foretold would come against my people of Israel? Ezek. 38.
Gog is not a name per se, not of any human being anyway, but when Satan becomes incarnate (personified within flesh) into the Antichrist, he is Gog in the making. His symbol is the dragon. In the book, “The Last Trumpet (and the Woodbridge Demon.)I bring that out more, separating the Beast, the dragon, Satan, Gog, and so forth.

Written 8-13-2008©

Jocab's Trouble (The nearing of The Anticharist)

2008-08-09T14:33:00.000-07:00

Jacob’s Trouble
(The nearing of the Antichrist)

Let us not assume the Antichrist is not nearby, or that he is taking a Siesta, his job is to infiltrate to the point of completing his control. This is called the second half of the 70-weeks, the book of Daniel, describes in the bible (Dan. Chapter 9). This so called infiltration would not have been possible, had he not been allowed to enter Palestine. But God uses Jacob for his own purpose, which is the deliverance of Israel. Today it is not much difference.
This time period we are talking about, I am talking about, corresponds with the events for the tribulation of the saints to be. When the tribulation for Israel begins: prior to this event, the gospel will be preached (Revelation Chapter 14) worldwide, which is now happening, it is almost old business.
The question may come up, “Who is the new prophet on the scene?” And usually before the prophets of God show up, there is usually Satan’s prophets trying to duplicate, in those days, says the Lord, “ Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord: and he shall turn the heart of the fathers too the children, and the heart of the children to the fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.” Mal. Chapter Four. This has been taking place for he past fifty-years—more so than ever recorded before.
The trend is under the foot of the gentiles, now the forces of the Antichrist, to be used accordingly, which ware and will be softening up the Jews and the rest of the world, which is called preparatory, for the great invasion. Luke 21. And this is now happening. Let us not take a nap while Satan is busy as a bee doing his thing without hindrance.

Deep-seated coldness: Mental Illness

2008-08-05T10:52:00.000-07:00

Deep-seated coldness: Mental Illness

There is a behavior I want to define, have been asked to look at by a number of people from the mountains and valley region in Peru that is not what I’d call uncommon, and just why is it so prevalent? Being a license counselor, and working in this area for 20-years and now retired, and working for the Prison symptom for several years in Minnesota, prior to retiring, the issue was brought to my attention, because I have spent so much time in the Mantaro Valley region, which is surrounded by the Andes. But I must say, this curse of the people is not just of the valley area—as they thought it might be, it is all over Peru, and strong in Lima likewise, perhaps more so.
Actually I find it in at least 20% of the people I have talk to in different degrees while being in Peru these past eight-years, plus. For those who take this as an insult, I suggest you go study human behavior, and then go live and investigate for eight years, these symptoms, and come up with a better prognosis, scenario, than I, not just sit back in your easy chair and say he’s full of it. I find this often the case with those who differ with things they know nothing about, and someone else has looked at pretty closely. You need to read what I have said above, when you conclude what you think below.
Let me repeat, I’ve been to Peru, nine times in eight years, lived here within those ninetimes, perhaps four years, total, of that period, in the mountain regions, I have been in several location in the Andes, perhaps in months or days, I could count four years in the mountains. Although I am a retired counselor, my mind still functions, that is not the retired part of me.

Indifference, I want to look at this word. It is an emotion that lacks emotion; absence of compulsion toward one thing, or person, or event. This emotion in Peru is often referred to folks by other folks who feel they have or lack “No blood in the face,” meaning in North American English: why does it not intimidate, bother them to be confronted with their obnoxious behavior, their violations of what is considered normal. This action, or event, what they did, or didn’t do. The why of it is the puzzling thing? So we are stretching the word indifference are we not, but it is a good word everyone recognizes, and that is important here. But I must dig dipper into this root. Let me now use the word Apathy. But before I dig into the word apathy, I want to also present a pest that fosters this indifference in a person. In the valley region of Peru, Mantaro Valley, and in Lima, and all over there is a high degree of alcoholism, and drug use which deadens the emotional system, that brings the adult mind and freezes it to where it started its norm use, use on a normal bases, meaning, regular use. If you started drinking at age 16-years old, and you are 30-years old today, you are thinking as a 16-year old mind would think, in a 30-year old body. And there is a suppression level increasing inside of your system, called indifference. An example, Billy Carter, President Carter’s brother, no dead, went to the bathroom outside of a passenger jet once, and thought nothing of it, indifference; he was of course an alcoholic. My point being, Billy was numb to the norms of society, he was in his own world. So we see, any area with a high degree of alcohol use over a long period of time will have this kind of indifference impeded into it.
Apathy, absence of emotion, or suppression of it, along with suppression on concern and passion, again, a form of indifference in that we are taking the exciting or moving parts out of a person’s life almost. Example: it doesn’t bother the person to take advantage of, to say one thing and do another, to lie to and then ask for something, to rob this other person in a subtle way, to break an agreement, and go up to him or her, as if nothing has taken place, nothing has happened, and ask him for a hand out because he has more than you. Those who are reading this, and say: what is wrong with that, you need help because it is wrong, but it is not wrong for the person with a mental illness, like alcoholism, or drug use, or simple learned behavior because of family norms, in other words, it is not uncommon for the family, although it is for society. Many people in the mountains area uneducated, or plagued with alcoholism, or simply mentally illness, and we will get further into that in a moment.

What kind of behavior is this? It looks like indifference, and smells like apathy, whatever it is, it is a mental disorder, a connection exists, be it a thread or a rope, and it is connected to schizophrenia (expressing little interest in everything around them; a form of silent depression, if not coupled with some frozen anger). They feel numb to events occurring around them. For example, they are told to do this, or that, paid to do so, and a kind person may make an agreement with them, and they are persuaded to otherwise, and you confront them, and they stand there dumbfounded, as if they were in space, and you say: what is going on with this person, he doesn’t care and I’m addressing an issue, the very one we agreed upon that he or she has changed as if it never existed, and looking you in the eye as if you should have forgotten about the agreement because… of whatever.

One must ask them, what are we seeing here? A lack of wholeness in the physical, mental and emotional area has just taken place. It is not normal, and you know this, they may or may not know this, but it really doesn’t matter, you know this, they are beyond coping with stress, because it is not really stress they are coping with, otherwise you could pinpoint the transitions needed, the needed transition people use when stress is too much, this is not coping this is normal for the person at the time, but at this juncture you are addressing a different issue, which you know is not normal, not under the banner of stress.

Now let’s go onto a third or forth element here, or dimension, depending on how you see things, it is called attitude, which is how you deal with things, it can be a lackness in ones personality, again we have room here to put drugs and alcohol in this picture, if we want to. In the person we are talking about, or people, the conservative 20% figure I gave above, attitude is lacking, or needed to become more positive. If drugs or alcohol are part of the scenario here, it is hard to create a positive attitude unless you stop your usage. We must also remember, apathy is a form of schizophrenia, and drug use and alcohol use, only worsens the symptoms of the mental ill, and one of the linking connections here belongs to a word called dysthymia, a form of depression (and alcoholism is a depressant), often connected to neurotic depression, but I am speaking more in a general terms, not severe. Here we see sad moods, fatigue, insomnia, things like that, even poor food intake.

Some people are mental slow, and learn bad behaviors, and know what you are talking about, and they are doing, but justify it for personal reasons. These people are wicked and use their mental slowness to justify their actions; not the 20% I am talking about, but rather a small portion of that.

So how do I put all of this into a nutshell? I could call it simple learned unresponsiveness, fostered by chemical usage like alcohol, or drugs; and it could be called impeded lack of understanding or simply coldness, deep-seated coldness, that’s the nice terms. But which ever way you look it is really mental illness, and you need help, relearned normal behavior, and one of the first things you need in your life is God, Christ!

The Devil got it All (Essay)

2008-07-24T10:47:00.000-07:00

Recently, there has been a lot of talk concerning Gay issues, Lesion in the Middle East Countries, such s Iraq, being the most recent, and also with issues with transvestites in another Middle East and so forth and on, even Iran. I don’t always agree with how they handle these issues, but I do agree with one thing, they are absolutely correct, in these countries in not allowing it to continue or infect their societies, and not long along, Saudi Arabia had some issues, Yemen, and other Persian Gulf countries (this is not modernism or going forward, on the human evolutionary scale, it is going backwards); it is an disgrace against God, Man and Nature, but most of these gay and lesbians are far from God and in the palm of Satan. The Western World could learn from them, from the Middle East Standard on virtues. Once you allow it, you get what you ask for, nothing but decay. San Francisco, and New Orleans among the capital city’s of the world, they plague the United States, with their dirty minded parades of prancing half naked men shoving their organs in everyone’s face, and down main street while children are present. And they cry, ‘God made us this way,’ if ever I heard a mouth full of hypnotic hypocrisy, there it is. We are in charge of our destiny, God seldom interferes, and for good reason, on judgment day, you get what you’ve begged for. Which is really no surprise, yet they all want to go into heaven and infect that place also, but God is not so demanding on human rights issues as humans are, I assure you of that, because he doesn’t agree with the issues in the first place, they are not in line to his. As he once said, “Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to him,” and these gays and human rights group belong to Caesar.
It is a sneer on human rights, and freedom of speech to wave the flag for justification by these groups to allow such sinful behavior by adults in Western Countries, and especially America, and then go tell everyone to go according to the law. You create a problem, and expect everyone to continue to march to the Star Spangle Banner; these folks add nothing to society, only pay taxes no more than a trick to infect moral decay into a variety of areas for a few tax dollars, governments, and animal groups, trying to justify a way of life they think is proper in theirs personal perspective.
They started with pushing abortion on everyone in the United States 40-years ago, and now we justify killing millions of children out of Women Rights. Next we took on the monkey for an ancestor, because someone took Darwin serious to the point of no return, they even surprised Darwin in their stand on his beliefs. And so, to the Middle East, and to Islam, which I don’t care fore generally speaking, they act more Christian like in these areas than Christians do. America you know, used to be a Christian run country, ordained by God. So we were told in school, when I was seven and eight. Now the devil even got that.

The Teddy Bear World (Poetic Prose)

2008-07-23T21:59:00.000-07:00

The Teddy Bear World
(Poetic Prose)

I got thinking today, of the stuffed animals, teddy bears, I used to have as a young boy, they were well made when I was a child, so completely put together, as I remember, I had eighteen, pressed them against me, hugging them, they came one day into my imaginary world and stayed for years, some I had for years, others newly delivered by my mother on my birthdays and Christmas’, all colors, China dark eyes, on my panda bear. To me, they came from a mystery world, without the pain of growing up, or even birth, and all of a sudden they were there, in the attic bedroom when I wanted to visit them. Waiting among my shoes and the ceiling the exposed chimney, for me to return, and I never questioned them; I just grew up with them. In dreams I dragged them into the sky. I never planned my adulthood, I was sure I’d outgrow them, they were always around me, empty for advise, but sensible. I knew they were stuffed, stuffed hearts, and sewed on eyes, no tongues. I lay silently at night with them, hoarding my little bed, and they had dignity, no rituals, they never examined me for flaws. At night, they seemed to fall asleep, in their tiny teddy bear beauty, I looked at them, as if they were sleeping, when I had to let the last one go, because I grew up, from that year I had a small hole in my heart, a deaf spot, I left it that way, so I might hear the unsaid words they might have wanted to say, if they could have said something, but of course they never left any words for me, except the fact that they made my world a little better for me to endure, and I still think whoever sewed them together, knew that.

No: 2417 7-23-2008

Two God Complain Poems

2008-06-04T09:20:00.000-07:00

God Complain: Poems

Immortal Soul

I gave an immortal soul to the flea,
And nobody thought, this was great,
Rather they said, “Why didn’t he also
Give one to the Elephant!” And that is
When I knew, I could not please man,
Or even the monkey, nor the valet…!

No: 2394 (6-4-2008)

Immortal Woman

A child dies in it mother’s womb
Just at that moment, I gave it a soul,
It really has no identity at this stage
(he will form his later, with me),
And the mother thinks, all it could
Have been…but without the soul he
Would have not become…,
She flatters herself that she created
Him, that she alone is gifted,
Perhaps from her inordinate vanity

No: 2395 (6-4-2008)

Candlesticks in a Den

2008-06-02T22:37:00.000-07:00

Candlesticks in a Den

The Lord said, “I will kill her children with death, and her also…” and someone said, “But he is God, he does not do such things!”
And someone said, an angel I believe: “…she is the one who will not repent of her sins, and she is the one who infects…and he is the one that searches the heart, of the many, yet she does not repent.”
I do believe, I am but a candlestick, one God can quickly blow out, remove from his den, from the place one once stood, to Satan’s prisons, removed so the light is at best dim, removed from the tree that bears the fruit of God in his paradise, we are but candlesticks, I do believe, just candlesticks in a den.
And she received a morsel of grain, and I saw this, and the angels saw this, and the same voice said, “I have given you according to your works.”
And someone said, “But he is God, he does not do such thing!”
And she hid in a stone, her name carved in its center, (she was told, she would be safe there) and God came, with a rod of iron, and broke the stone, like pottery, broken to shivers, and yet, she would not repent, she couldn’t, it was not her stead, and someone said, “But he is God, he would not do such things!”
And she heard a voice, it said, “Are you ready to die?”
It was an angel, perfect before God. And he added,
“You have received, and heard, and you do not holdfast he’s words, and repent, you have not!”
Then she tried to run, and the angel let her, and he said, “I will send the angel of death, he will come on you as a thief, and you will not know the hour, or day, but it will be soon.”
And when that day came, her name was blotted out of the book of life. And the door of shoal, (hell) was opened, and the angel of death, knew she was not hot or cold, she was lukewarm, and he spit her out of his mouth, and she fell into the abyss, sank into the land of Shoal, as she fell, and fell, and fell. She knew not that she was wretched, miserable, or naked, yet, tried in fire she was, and found wanting, and now she is the slave to Satan, all because of the removal of the candlestick, from a God, from a den, and someone said, “But he is a kind God, he would not do such a thing!” But he did.
After this I looked and saw, the door to hell, the abyss, was closed, and a voice said to me, “Come here, I will teach you things for the hereafter,” and I followed, and I stumbled, and I got back up, and I stumbled. And the candlestick was dim, and bright, and dim, and once unlit, (but never removed) and at times beasts surrounded it, trying to keep me from it, beasts full of eyes, and I prayed, and the beasts with wings and eyes let me in. And I learned, you must be worthy to receive glory and honor, things only given by the King.

6-3-2008 No: 2390

The King Thing (Poetic prose)

2008-05-31T20:52:00.000-07:00

The King Thing

If you take out all light, you get pure darkens, if you take out all darkness you get pure light, if you take out all the warmth from the universe, from earth, from a human being, you get pure cold, if you take out all the cold, you get pure heat…if you say you know God, then know that he is pure light, and through nothingness created you, and put you into a universe he created out of nothingness; and from light, and heat, and cold, and darkness, we were sent into, and thus, now we stumble between these elements, light, dark, cold and heat, things, because of sin, these are elements, parts to things, for all that is, are things, and we look and we touch, and we smell and we hear things, things that pass by us, away, little things and big things, just things, things that come out of us, come to us, circle around us, invade us, consume us, possess us, who is the king of things? There must be a king, the ruler of things. Before you take the thing, try the thing, because the world now has so many things, and false prophets, the flesh can no longer overcome things. We all have become little gods of things, with so many things, we no longer hear the spirit inside of us, it is saying ‘Here is an error, let no man deceive you, for you have been deceived by things.’ There is no more compassion, now they slew the brother, the mother; the children wait outside the hospital room for the father to die, so they can collect more things. The children of today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, go from one thing to another thing, they hate not being compensated unto their heart’s desire with things, they want their life cramped with so many things, a grasshopper couldn’t fit in it afterwards, let along God. And he goes to pray, to his god (and who is really his go?) and says, “I love you, but I want more things,” and he takes from his neighbor, and says “I need them more than you,” and a voice says, “It is easy to love those who love you, who are lovable, who give you things, that is not a perfect love (try to love the unlovable), it is a thing you need to replace something you lost, love needs no returns, no things to replace something: now the he asks for receipts, he is keeping count. Love is often a one way street and nowadays all we seem to have are two-way highways, and the preacher man says: I shall speak for, and he tells his people to vote for this man, or that man, thinking he is replacing God, speaking for God, because he wants things… not even he, can escape the dead dog, and find a live lion because he has lost the scent.

5-31-2008 (No: 2389)

Sharon Stone and the Big Boys from China

2008-05-31T16:57:00.000-07:00

Sharon Stone
and the Big Boys from China

I liked Sharon Stone when she didn’t apologize for her so called unspoken remarks, now a mistake she says, by telling the Chinese they got what they deserved from God, for trying to hurt the Dalai Lama, you see she was perhaps mostly right, God does throw stones in our pathway to get our attention. The reason China doesn’t understand this, is because China is not an advocate of or for God’s opinion, they really do not care one way or the other about God, they just want to be God; so they blame it on someone they can’t bully, who does believe in God. They do not see the wrongs they are doing. Sharon, I think should have stuck to her guns, she had some wisdom to share. It is sad that so many lives have been lost in China’s earth quake, but that is beside the point, I mean China has been said to have killed over a million Tibetans thus far, since 1959. Does China think God is going to reward them for killing over one million Tibetans up to date, or by trying to bully Taiwan? If I was God, and I am not, that earthquake would be right up my ally, I mean it would be something I’d use to get their attention; the peoples attention. I am sure her manager is sorry, she said what she said, he will lose some money over this, China will expel Sharon’s advertisements, and there you go a few million in endorsements down the Yangtze. Is everything about fame and fortune, I mean don’t we say what we mean, or only say what you want they want to hear. There is a price, in such things, and we have to count that before we say what we say, and Sharon meant every word I’m sure, and even her apology did no good, because China is not a forgive god, they will stop, not allow their people to buy her products, so she apologized for nothing, and in the process lost her respect. I respected her much more, for what it is worth, and not much in paper money, but it sure beats being a puppet for the regime.

Sharon was not blaming the people of China, per se, only the Government, and when a government is allowed to do what China does, perhaps God does look down and is saying: let my people go, let them be free, let Tibet breath. But a robber is never satisfied with what they got, if they know they can take more by force what you can’t secure. China now is in the Japanese sea, taking Japanese oil, and a debate is underway right now. China is in Kazakhstan, building an oil pipe line, and Russia is not happy, but does China care, I doubt it. China is selling their mechanize on through the WTO, that the United States help them become a member of, and now is undermining Europe and America, flooding the world with cheap labor items, and building a nuclear arsenal with the receipts, while spying and getting technology on and from the US. China will not let the world have Taiwan, officials as guests in their own countries, and the USA is one who goes along with it like Sharon has just did, shame on both of them.
So when Sharon Stone says: maybe God has had his fill of China for a while, or enough is enough of their meddling and insults, I want there attention, well maybe she’s right, he did send an earthquake. And to be quiet frank, I think China better look at what Sharon said, all those trimmers in-between is perhaps God trying to clear his throat, and when he does, I want to be far away.

Israel: Happy Birthday (May, 2008)

2008-05-09T22:50:00.001-07:00

Israel and I have one thing surely in common, I am 60, and so is Israel, sort of.
I also have a signed copy of the book “Israel a Personal History,” 1971, by David Ben-Gurion; one of 2000 copies printed, by “Funk & Wagnalls, Inc., New York. He was the granddaddy of all the leaders that would follow him to this day, so I believe. He was even born in the same month I was, October 16, 1886, I was born October 7, 1947, in Plonsk, Russian Poland, my grandfather was Russian, and grandmother Polish, and I was born an America. Perhaps he like I had a life time of studies; and I know he, like I traveled a lot, Mr. Ben-Gurion to most of Europe, and North and South America, as I have, also Africa. But his mission in life was different than mine, I am a simple poet, he was anything but simple, I think intentionally or unintentionally, he invoked into the New Jewish Nation, of the 40s and onward, a breathed of new life into its inhabitants, if not a presence of mission, and a spiritual rebirth.
He explains in his book, how Israel’s Ancient neighbors were Egypt and Babylon, and how they both had , surpassed Israel in population, wealth, and military power as well as territory. I got the impression he did not like the dilution and influences that came along with befriending his enemies, when the rest of the world had to endure to them also. He goes on to say everything has changed since then, and surely it has.
But what I liked most of all, was what he said, and I shall paraphrase it: No nation (in its 4000-year history) was able to assimilate the Jewish nation into their culture for all their richness. Giving an example of the Greeks and Persians (and if I may add, even the Inca of Peru), absorbed so many other cultures into theirs. He adds in his narration, Christianity was its most difficult threat to deal with, and I am a Christian, not a Jew—he says it like this ‘Christianity …was a threat to Jewish survival…’ and I guess I never thought of it that way, and perhaps it was, but I do not even think God wanted Jews to be Christians, only for the Jews to acknowledge their mission, and in my eyes, they missed the target, and tried to hide God from everyone else, and when Christians found him, well, jealousy can be a hard apple to swallow.
Anyhow, Christianity did not rob Judaism, and I think Mr. Gurion would be proud of many of the accomplishments Israel has achieved; alas, there are also a few he would most likely say “That is not want I figured on”; but happy birthday, Israel—you deserve it at 60.

Who Needs’ God? (poetic prose)

2008-05-07T15:34:00.000-07:00

God doesn’t care if you believe he exists, he doesn’t need to, never has had to, and even if he didn’t exist, you would hope he did. On the other hand, why do you think he needs to impress you with saying here I am? Your mind has said he is, and thus he does.
You possess him, because you need him, not he you. He has given you the pleasures of being one of his many creations, and he happened to put you on earth, through a process of delivery; we have of course made a decision along this course of his action, to survive, and maintain a line of existence within our race, or species.
Repugnant as we may be to him, and we surely are, he puts up with us, either for a laugh, or to shake his head at 90% of us and say: “Unbelievable” (and in shock continues to watch in astonishment at our behavior).
Furthermore, sadly enough, we want to own everything, even though we will leave this earth with nothing, as we came, so God must be saying I’m sure, “What good is ownership, at such a price?” For often times we dearly for it; I am sure again this comes under ‘Astonishment of our behavior!”
Looking down the threshold of existence, love comes to mind, love being from love, greed from greed, all belonging to its own circle, and death I suppose is the same, why would the semantics change, meaning: the assassin will be with his kind, this is a God preserved right to place the same kind of bricks on top of one another—just like our balanced universe; each unto his own. That is to say, ‘no good comes out of bad,’ thus in time, separate them if not for the sake of penitence, for the sake contamination.
Therefore, the privileges’ of being God, are many: he creates the shadow, and it is gray, perhaps elsewhere it is green, God put immense depths of thought into his overall creation for man, and somewhere along the line, he put in a capsule called, extinction, to reminded us, what is possible, or what might be possible, that we owe some kind responsibility for being put on earth’s surface.
There was a time, in earth’s archeological strata, where the human race came close to extinction, only 2000-humans left. But somehow we managed to survive through that period of time (70,000 BC).
So God says: “Believe what you will “for upon your death that is what you take with you” (but on our deathbed this is not what we want to take with us, we want assurance we will go to heaven; I mean, let bygones be bygones here on earth). But the fact is, you were no good on earth, and what makes you think you’ll be any better in heaven? But we think like that don’t we. We are all going to heaven, right—wrong!! (That is like saying we are all going to be president, or Elvis, or something on that grid line.) You will be who you are when you die, God knows this, and so do you.
And then he gives you and ounce of faith, if you take it, it is best you do not lose it; you may not find it again.
On another point, God gives us love, the thing we all try to figure out by dissecting its inner core, or better put, as if it is a dead corpse, we try surgically to take it out in an operation and check it for its true nature. And what we do in the process is create torture, the very thing we create in its place, we call love, and this is what we give to our loved ones. We’re a silly species, are we not!

#2372 4-7-2008 (poetic prose)

The Trinity Doctrine (Found in the Old Testament)

2008-04-30T22:21:00.000-07:00

The Trinity Doctrine

In my book “The Last Trumpet…” (2002), I tried to explain the trinity, in the form of who each person was, but never did I try to connect it to the Old Testament, and especially Genesis. During my graduate studies in the 1980s, in Old Testament Studies, I became interest in this area; perhaps it helped me with my Christianity, in that everything has to be proven to me, I’m a Doubting Thomas. So I shall with you at this juncture of my life share a few things I think I learned on the subject—you may or may not already know.
I studied theology; it was my major—in terms of total biblical theology, and other religions, and I looked deep into the canons of and for interpretation.
Also I looked at it carefully to compare lexicography, etymology, usage of words, form and syntax.
I have set my mind to the fact there is a divine origin of the Old and New Testaments, a common authorship and design. In essence, if you look in the New, you can find the roots in the Old Testament.
So my belief is that the Godhead is not simply found in the New Testament, but in the Old as well. So for those who do not know what I am leading up to let me say it plain: I will show you the eternal existence of God in the person of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, in the Old Testament.
Most Christians will agree, Jesus claimed deity, the Jews and Islam will not of course agree with this. And this claim is supported by the apostles. The Holy Spirit, is more than a Spirit from God, it is God himself: thus forming a tri-unity of God. But remember what I said, the roots of this claim are found in the Old Testament. I am not claiming people of the Old Testament knew this, or understood this, but those that looked for it; it would be improbable they would not acknowledge it. On the other hand, an example might be: you may not understand there is an apple tree simply because you found an apple. In the New Testament, you discover more clearly, that the Apple is part of the Apple Tree if that makes any sense. What is clear now is the full revelation of God that is the bonus of the New Testament, a kind of progressive development.
(Genesis I) Elohim “God” this plurality is used describing the deity of God, referring to the God of Israel. Elohim is equal, plural of majesty, this is the God of the Old Testament. Some folks have said this was used in the time Israel may have used multiple deities, and the religion through evolution, became a one God Religion—and retained the polytheism usage of the word for God. Thus, Elohim would be a carry-over from such primitive times. We are getting quite grammatical here, but it is as it is.
In poetry, or in any such discipline as this, one must look at it from a context in which this plural form is used, when referring to God as a single being. If we look in Genesis 1, verse 26, we see “Let us make man in our image, in our likeness.” The subject is clear it is God talking, who for the Jews is normally perceived to be singular, but we got another plural.
I can get farther into this, but my point is made, God was not talking to his angels, he was talking to whom you think he was talking to, which was Jesus and the Holy Spirit, plain and simple. Yet, people will not make it simple, as I have, perhaps over simplification, but for me that works.

Rewards in Islamic Heaven

2008-04-29T12:59:00.000-07:00

Rewards in Islamic Heaven

I didn’t understand what Adolf Hitler meant by saying, “You can fool the masses more easily, than the few.” I came to an understanding of it, when I was introduced to Islam though. I was told if I followed the path of Islam, and its clergy, its spokesmen, I would have rewards in heaven. It kind of sounded like Christianity to me, until I understood what the rewards were. If I get killed in a mission, while trying to kill Islam’s enemies, I would go to heaven, and have wine and girls. I mean they will be naked and waiting for me at the gates—this was the impression I got. This kind of sounded like the Playboy Plaza, but in heaven? It was something to look deeper into, so I asked a student of Islam: you mean God has hired whores to meet me at the gates of heaven and take my pants down, and we do it? Well he said: “It is not quite like that.” Then I stated: “It must be that God created some dumb girls if this is the case, or he constructed some machines, for his martyrs.”
My Saudi Arabian friend looked at me again, said “You still just do not get it.”
“Get what?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, then I asked a simple question, “If this is a truth, why then do so many Islamic Arabs before they go on their missions get drunk, and find a whore to lay with? I mean, if they are going to have both them items (alcohol and women), shortly after they give their lives up for the cause?”
He said, “You are making fun of my religion!”
I said, “No I am not, I am although interested in the concept of rewards in such a manner, that it almost sounds like something someone made up to get someone else to give up his life, for earth pleasures in the heavenly realm. It just doesn’t make sense.
“Who are these women?” I then asked, adding “I mean, are they someone else’s wife, or angels having orgies with the souls of men, when they return from Battle Ground Earth: my guess is, this is Satan’s plan, not God’s, not the Almighty’s plan, it is to vulgar plan, and only one someone like Satan would come up with. It is really as dump if not, silly path to follow. I mean, if God wanted you dead, why does he have to have his followers do it, he can simply move his little finger and goodbye to us all!” (On the other hand I knew, Satan worked through the physical, him being spirit, he needs flesh and blood to do his actions.)
Now I do not know what sects in Islam believe this, but my friend believed it, and he was from Saudi Arabia. Perhaps this is the wishful thinking of the male division in the religion—it almost sounds like penis envy.

Capital Punishment: Right or Wrong?

2008-04-25T20:15:00.000-07:00

Capital Punishment: Right or Wrong?

We all have opinions and views, so I am not looking for a fight with my readers on this controversial subject, I have just not said much on it ever in my writings in the past, of over 5000-poems, articles, books, short stories, and so forth, and why I ask myself, have l left out Capital Punishment? The best reasoning I came up with was: I never got around to it, I always had my beliefs, opinions, thoughts on the subject: so right or wrong, here area a few. Most of my view comes from my Graduate Studies at Liberty University, in Old Testament Studies (and perhaps, being in the Army for 11-years also framed my thoughts on the subject):

“Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God made he man.” (KJV Genesis 9:6) Yes, I got to get a little biblical about it as I said I would, because God plays a heavy part in my life, beliefs, and direction. So you got my answer to Capital Punishment quick. But let me explain, there is more to it. Scripture is one thing and ethical decisions are another, but closely interwoven for me. I was, and you were, created in God’s image, believe it or not, it is written (Lev. 17 and Exod. 20). I am also ruling out murder, for it is not biblically grounded. I also must say, God and mankind do not have what I’d say is an understanding, or His permission to do so, but to do harm to man, is to do harm to the image God created in every human. In the old days, if an animal was to kill a man, the animal was destroyed by stoning, and the flesh of the animal was not eaten.
We should remember all life is God’s creation.
There should be a respect for the godly ground all creatures live on; thus, life given is by a supernatural power. So we are prohibited from shedding blood of man, Before the Great Flood, and after it, we never lost the divine image, and yes we do stand out in distinction form, from the animals, and vegetable worlds. God did not impose the death penalty on Cain, he gave him mercy of course for murderer (and I’ll explain that later). I do not find a clear cut pattern of law in the Bible to deal with murder in particular—we have concern, but not procedure in the Bible. The Mosaic Law restricts the right of blood vengeance.
In the book of Deuteronomy Chapter 21, we see murder endangers the whole community, and puts it at risk. It seems to me, that only the blood of the individual murderer (stranger) could make atonement for such pollution in a village, and so execution was accepted for his crime, but if it was a kin, like Cain to Abel, it was not permitted. (Deut. 24).
I do realize the 6th commandment says “Thou shalt not kill” (Exod. 20)—this really indicates murder, not the authorized taking of human life of the murderer.
In the old days, when the Old Testament was being written, sixteen offences could get you stoned to death. Of course, we are more civilized are we not, than those old times way back when, we just have wars, and protect the murderers on our city streets. Anyhow, the death penalty was also for adultery, incest and such things also.
We of course are not living in a divine theocracy (or government by religion) now. So that is often times taken into consideration by societies.
In essence, and to make this article shorter, I must simply say, the Old Testament emphasis punishment based on matching the seriousness of the crime, or offense; such as, a serious injury would equal a life for a life, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot, a burn for a burn (Exod. 21). On the other hand, I do not believe the Old Testament teaches that Capital Punishment is the solution for every murderer, nor mandatory. Discretion should be used. When they hung Saddam Hussein, I felt he had it coming, there were hundreds of eyewitnesses to his evilness, and murderous mind, and rulership. But I do not think one should kill a thief if over taken in the act.

Dictators: a Way of Thinking

2008-04-22T16:37:00.001-07:00

Dictators: a Way of Thinking

The president of Zimbabwe thinks a certain way, a way the west does not understand, for it will allow its people to suffer and get raped, and so forth. Hamas, has a different way of thinking that the rest of the world does not understand, it also will allow its people to die and parish for its end goals. The North Korean president has a way of thinking, the world does not understand likewise, and will allow his people to starve to death, but wants nuclear arms (but they will take a handout if you offer it, so they can feed their soldiers); they will find money for that arms. President of Venezuela uses his countries oil to slowly gain a grip here and there, not really caring about his people, because he gives most of their resources away to gain control of leaders in other countries, but he does not step beyond a limit, one he made for himself, and perhaps because he knows the United States is too close to home. Burma is in the same status as all of the above, run by an assortment of generals, hiding in the background so no one can finger who is who, and who is responsible for their chains. Al Qaeda has a special way of thinking also, anyone not under their heel, is the enemy, and therefore has a license to kill them.
What I am driving at is this: all of the above have a different way of thinking than Americans, or Europeans, for the most part. We can add Australia into this category, or most English speaking countries, also Canada. What is inside of these dictators’ heads that they do not care? Haiti is another example of one of the so called new democratic dictatorships (Russia and China have formed a thin form of capitalism, and a thinner form of Democracy for Russia, and Cuba, is trying to form one now—more in name than truth and reality).
Again, I have to say, what is it makes people like these (excluding: fame, jealousy, envy, power and control), and we can add Saddam Hessian, into this rule, and Hitler from the past and Stalin. It is a certain way of thinking, and America has never grasped it.

It is really an old way of thinking. The new way is for the people by the people—a Christian way of thinking and its origins go back to Adam and Eve. Cain, when he left the Garden of Eden for killing his brother, was a bad seed, but could have repented, and he knew this, and he was going into the old world, and he knew in this old order the folks did not have much heart for anything beyond self interests, it was part of the old soul, or had became part of it, for Satan was in that part of the world, and ruled it long before the Garden was created.
It is that God’s breath was blown into Adam’s mouth, and thus he became the new creature, his soul was automatically different than those outside the Garden of Eden—God never blew life into those older souls, he never said he did, and he didn’t, there is a difference, a soul of God, or by God (and Satan had done his homework long ago, by grabbing God out of them old souls). It had to be, because the way of thinking outside the Garden was as it is with those folks we are talking about now, whom we do not understand why they do what they do; the soul of these folks are sick and do you expect something healthy from something sick? No way.
So when we deal with these folks, we need to keep this in mind, they do not care if a hundred, or a thousand, or a million have people have to die for their cause, it is the end they are looking at, not you.

Islam Unknown

2008-04-15T10:14:00.000-07:00

When I read the New Testament Bible, I know it has a good history, I mean, a good reliable history. Let me explain, many people have a testimony as to its reliability, even a powerful legal proof follows it. I perhaps am a Doubting Thomas, God knows this, and it is not the unpardonable sin—thank goodness, but I suppose it shows a lack of faith, which I’ve prayed for, for 50-years to build on, still I am a Doubting Thomas. Anyhow, this is me, and I believe the New Testament has endured the test of time in addition to its legal testimonies. When I studied at the seminary for several months in the 1980s, I looked deep into the research around the Old and New Testaments, it was one of the major reasons I went to Liberty University, and did perhaps half of my graduate studies there, prior to this I had studied psychology for four years. But doing this research, it created for me evidence, strict legal evidence, and a reliable history. I just do not want to believe simply to believe in something without substance.
There is a long stream of intellectuals who can bear witness to the New Testament, such as Saul of Tarsus, Augustine, George Lyttleton, C.S. Lewis, Sir William Ramsey, and on and on we go. These folks were converted on its legal history, not forced fed it and then ordained a Christian—they looked at it as I did, as a lawyer would, expertly trained in the matter of evaluating the evidence at hand.
Now you are perhaps saying “What does this all have to do with Islam?” I will tell you: everything (perhaps you can also put Mormonism and the Jehovah Witnesses in this category also, which are off the mainstream of the New Testament Bible, whom have even changed the New Testament to accommodate their religious cults, and I say cult, meaning it is a religious faction, shoot off from Christianity, as Islam is a faction from Judaism and Christianity).
But what I am trying to get to is this: throughout history, even to include Harvard Law School Simon Greenleaf, demonstrated the reliability of the gospels, Lord Chancellor Hailsham a lawyer in England, also was also convinced of the NT authority and reliability, where is the reliability of the Koran? The Islamic holy book?
I’ll try to put this in a nutshell, there are many errors and biblical distortions in the Koran, and most folks will agree with this if they study the both books, and we will also agree I think, God does not inspire error in His Word? Even the Muslims I think would agree there are many errors, unless they are uneducated in their own holy book. Dr. Robert Morey has shown 100 examples of such errors. One in particular, in Sura 11:44, where the Ark of Noah came to rest on the top of Mt. Judi, now we all know it was on Mt. Ararat, as the bible indicates. And it says Abraham’s father was Azar (Sura 6:74), not Terah as the Bible teaches, and that the sacrifice was to be Ishmael (Sura 37: 100-112), not Isaac, as the Bible says. And I could go on and on and on, such as with Mary, the mother of Jesus, Noah’s flood, Mary’s father’s name is incorrect; they have also incorrectly compared the Book of Genesis wrongly I say in the Koran—along with many more biblical characters. So what is one to believe? I was befriend by a man many years ago, from Saudi Arabia, and we went to the Saudi Arabia club in St. Paul, Minnesota, by Hamlin University in which he was attending, and I had put my application for graduate studies in there waiting for admission, in which he and I compared by reading each other’s books, and made comparisons. Sadly but true, he did not want to believe what he saw and read, said it was American propaganda—yes indeed, right in the Bible. We even went to his set of Encyclopedias to gather information on Mohammad’s life, and again he said, it was distorted by American propaganda—being American Encyclopedias, thus, what can you say to a man so stubborn? I hope if you are Muslim, you are not as stubborn as he—more open minded, check it out. Don’t believe just because you were raised to believe. I went to many Christian churches before I chose to be who I am. Not ever Christian Church teaches the correct Christian doctrine, so I discovered. And so many people are lead by the blind, because they are blind.

The Double Curse of: Senor Leonico Cesar Palma

2008-04-04T15:53:00.000-07:00

The Double Curse of:
Senor Leonico Cesar Palma

(Advance) I wasn’t going to get into, or tell you what happened to the so called “New Arrival,” but I got a nagging in my head this morning, to do so, and I couldn’t get it out of my head until I wrote it out on toilet paper—the quickest paper available, put it in my pocket, and hopped it all went away later, meaning I file 13 it, or write it out. But it didn’t. My wife Rosa and I went to Wong’s to have lunch, and then purchased some CD’s, and she had asked if I was going to go to Starbuck’s and have some coffee, as I usually do in the afternoons abut 2:00 or 3:00 PM, to about 4:00 or 5:30 PM, coffee and a cookie, and home I go. But I said no, thinking about the story I wrote out on toilet paper, on in my shirt pocket, an outline I should say, on what happened to the Arrival in the book “The Cadaverous Journey.”
To be honest I didn’t know until it came to me like a flash of lightening, as if trying to wake up Frankenstein from the dead. I mean, my pen hand started writing it out like it had the story packed away in my fingernails; I didn’t even have to think, for it just came. So I must say at this juncture, it is all from the depths of some mysterious cellar vault, that was opened up for me, and now I must tell you what came about with this fellow who arrived at the Asteroid prison, and a part of his soul, the third part if you’ve read the story “The Cadaverous Journey,” what actually took place soon after he left the prison house.
I call this a double course, and you will see why in a moment, but the first curse was of course, dying, and ending up in a prison (something on the order of purgatory, waiting for the last judgment, or simply waiting out whatever punishment you must, and thus, waiting on your reprieve to go to heaven—hopefully).

Well, the man who was or is called the ‘New Arrival’ had died in a car accident, as most of us readers know now, and his wife and child died with him. His actual name was Leonico Cesar Palma, from Peru. They had been on their way to Huancayo, from Lima, while about 15,000-feet up in the Andes, they took a sharp curve, and crashed. The child went right to heaven, and the mother had found herself wandering within that vicinity of the accident, but a little farther down the road, when upon a stranger and his wife (Dr. Dennis Siluk, and his wife Rosa, along with his godchild Ximena) found her wondering, picked her up, and ended up in a car accident themselves.
Anyhow, Leonico never did find out what took place with his daughter and wife, and I shall explain why here. Now you need to listen closely, read every word, keep an open mind, and remember this is what came to me, told to me you might say, but first I must explain some of the dimensions in the other world.
Ghosts are the residue of those who were once human, having physical souls and flesh beings. Demons are to the contrary, they are, or have no physical parts to them; this is why they must find substance, an essence to incorporate their intangible elements into, around, within them; so they can operate in the physical world. They housed themselves in humans, animals, even inanimate objects, and believe it or not, the residue of a runaway soul of a past human.
Ghosts are not all bad folks, they are searching usually for something, but demons are again to the contrary, almost always bad news, and once they enter a living thing, that thing is taken over by its character and all by the demon’s possession, and thus becomes the personification of that of which possesses them.

With this being understood, here is what took place.

Leonico left the prison house, also known as the asteroid-prison, and when he arrived on earth, for the prison house is in the cosmic universe, he was about to get his direction. The demon named Woodbridge, was present, had been present hiding in a dojo, second floor (karate gym) down at 97 Collingwood Street in San Francisco, in the Castro district, he saw Leonico Cesar, and he looked lost, he looked closer and he approached him slowly, slyly, and like a whirlwind, like a spider to a fly, he sucked the essence of Cesar into his web, and Woodbridge subjugated his essence as if it was woven into his, and thus, Cesar lost his capability to act separately, and acquired the character of Woodbridge, bound to him until he would find a more suitable human being to do his bidding.
Demonic beings, and angelic fallen beings must find a physical force to enter to do their bidding for them; often times, the human filled demon thinks he is he, when in essence, he opened the door for the demon, and the demon took advantage of it. Thus, if you are in magical practices, or things like reading or watching, or allowing this side of life to influence you, it opens more doors than you think.
Cesar was now stung and paralyzed within this gripping unstable creature’s mist, and with this, there was a little substance to him now (to Woodbridge), even could appear and be seen if in certain light reflections. Yet this was not exactly Woodbridge’s full desire. He wanted to be inside of a more open-minded human, that didn’t mind the aggressive side of life, but Cesar would do. It is you see the nature of the beast. Demons have not mercy side to them, no practical side you may say, to a psychologist, they would be categorized as psychotic, some with paranoia, and others with other un-wishful maladaptive behavior styles.

(Conclusion :) What Cesar did not know was this: he was sent to the prison house, as a penitence to be served. He believed in Christ, but was a bad Christian, and so he needed to be punished somehow, hence, he was actually given 10-years, a minute for each sin he committed in his lifetime. Then with all three parts of his soul intact, he would have been given a white coat, and a seal of approval, and would have been escorted to heaven. Now, his time for penitence would not start until the third part of his soul returned, and the truth of the matter is, Woodbridge would not leave Cesar for thirty-years, whereupon, he quickly returned to his prison, connected with the other two parts of his soul, the personal part and the pure part, the part that returned was the negotiator (or rebel part), and in the year 2008, at its end, he will have served his time completely, and onto heaven he shall go.

Written 4-4-2008

The Book of Judgement

2008-04-03T15:52:00.000-07:00

The Book of Judgment

A Vision seen in the early, 1980s by the author of “The Last
Trumpet…” which was to be put in into the book, but never
Was, and drawn shortly after the vision, while living in
Roseville, Minnesota, USA; named ‘Judgment.’

(Advance) It is believed in Christian eschatology there will be one if not two judgments of man and his destiny after death: depending on which Christian grouping within the faith he belongs to—is where he may end up, which several have their own system and view; thus, which denomination you look at makes a difference, for each has a slightly different interpretation on the judgment concept so I want to take a look at it from a Birdseye view (but first a poem):

Deathwatch

Death, has its deathwatch, it knows when the vigil
Must start, sometimes it is tradition, other times it
Is religious; no matter which, it never rests:

Death appeared out of nowhere, said
“I am unknowing, it is finished, and it is time to move away from the sun towards the shadow lands.”
I said, “I want to speak to the devil first?”
He asked, “Why?” And I mumbled,
“I want to know about God,” and Death laughed, and said,
“I could take you now!”
But he hesitated, he was snooping, I think, waiting to find out more about me. Then death said,
“I haven’t got time; I got things to do….”
And I said, “Then annul it!”
He looked at me with those big dark eyes, said in a rustic voice,
“Is it not that, not to know what to believe in, is to suffer? Or is it, when Death visits one on that day, vivid as I am, it becomes a fearful, and suffocating task?” And Death added, “It is the same for all, many have tried to out wit me, but they forget I am a betrayer, and I out trick them.”

#2346 (4-3-2008)

Note on Death: I do believe, death has its own personality, and besides being a thing, it is a person, and there are places where one goes, yes, death has its maze, one could say. Death has its squad as well, and it has its angels, the good and the bad. You may ask, “Why must we die?” It is simply falling to sleep and waking up in a new world order, what is perhaps nerving is where are we going to exist next? Heaven, Hell, the grave, the fire, the frozen lands. Does not our proper reasoning tell us we will exist again—someplace? I think so, and so we leave the only world we know, to a new existence we have heard about. It sounds to me often times but a simple jump from one to the other. The sad part is you live a world that is perhaps worse off than when you arrived. The good part is, you go to another adventure.

Uri’el: The Flame of God
He stood at the Gate of Eden
He holds the key to the Pit, during the End Times
Seraphim, the highest known rank of angels: also known as a
Cherubim (Muhammad claimed he was even taken from
Mecca to Heaven by one)

As told to Ezra by Uri’el:

“God’s ways cannot be understood by human minds!”
“When the end comes, God’s justice will manifest”
“The present state of Israel is in transition”
“No one can escape his destiny”

“…the woman is Zion; the Eagle is rebuked by the Lion, and then burnt
(Europe vs. United States), the Eagle is the forth kingdom in Daniel;
then comes the man who says he is the Messiah…(but is not)”

See Jewish Apocalypse of Ezra (4 Ezra)
Revelation 20: 12-15
“The Apocalypse of John”

(A View) Satan’s rule through man at this time is destroyed…; first comes tribulation, then Armageddon, then the return of Messiah; peace is restored to the world; Satan imprisoned; then 1000-years region of the Messiah; then Satan released for the final rebellion; God’s final judgment over Satan; the Great White Throne Judgment; the new earth.
But what about the Judgment?

Judgment of the Soul
Islam vs. Christianity

During judgment, a person's own "book of deeds" will be given to the person, and they will be apprised of every action they did and every word they spoke (Qur'an 54.52-53). If given in the right, that Person will go to Jannah (paradise). If he gets it in his left, he's going to Jahannam (Hell).

The Qur'an states that some sins can condemn someone to hell. These include lying, dishonesty, and corruption, ignoring God or God's revelations, denying the resurrection, refusing to feed the poor, indulging in opulence and ostentation, and oppressing or economically exploiting others.[12] However, if someone had the true Islamic belief in their heart, then they will eventually be allowed into paradise after their just punishment.

Salvation is granted, based on the individual's surrender and commitment to Jesus Christ.

A second particular judgment they refer to as the Bema Seat judgment occurs after (or as) salvation is discerned when awards are granted based on works toward heavenly treasures.[

Some believe all people sleep in Sheol until the resurrection

Other beliefs, Christians dwell in Heaven and pagans wander the earth, and others consider the time to pass instantaneously. Nevertheless, the body is not fully redeemed until after Death is destroyed…

Judgment is forth coming!

So what is right and wrong here? Many beliefs, or perhaps
Many sides to one perfect belief: Judgment is forth coming!

Particular judgment: is the doctrine that immediately after death the eternal destiny of each separated soul is decided by the just judgment of God. The dead begin their eternal fates after death, either immediately or after being purified in purgatory (a waiting place, where one is actually somewhat judged, and cleaned, and it maybe uncomfortable, more on the order of a sentence of repentance before released to the Arms of Heaven). On the actual judgment day, the dead are reunited with their bodies and their eternal fates continue.

In Eastern Christianity: the dead are judged from the 3rd to the 40th day after death. They then await their eternal fate on judgment day, anticipating judgment either in dread or in peace.

Contrary doctrines: hold that the soul sleeps unconsciously until the General Judgment or that it is annihilated at death, to be recreated on Judgment Day.

General View: For the most part, a final Judgment is a belief, and held firmly by all Christian religions, Islam, and Judaism likewise. Some immediately after death feel the soul under goes the particular judgment (depending on the state of the soul): and goes to heaven, purgatory, limbo, or hell. But there also is a last judgment, no matter what is in-between now and then, thus, making for a resurrection of all the dead, or those who have ever lived and died, a kind of reunion of humanity, at which time, one’s physical body will be united with his soul. At this point, Christ will descend to earth in human form, for his is the judge; this is called the perfect justice. Those in heaven and hell will remain there, and those in waiting, will be released into heaven (limbo, I don’t know where that came from or even if it exists).
So we see the above case two judgments, experienced by most individuals, be it Christian or non-Christian. And we see where God will send the souls during the first, and perhaps the second and final one will be conceivably more on the order of degree of punishment to be given, and degree of the pleasures of heaven to be granted.
There is another part to this riddle of sorts, the soul sleeps upon death. And that may be so; it has been written there are seventy-two deaths. If this is one, and if this is the case then when a person wakes, he wakes upon the final and only judgment day, it will be a long day, and no time for the intercession of the Saints (and if there is such a thing as intercession?).
I feel one needs to look at himself, and his beliefs, and how he feels God would do things after he checks things out: I mean, here we got God, bestowing the free gift of Divine grace upon us, one we cannot earn, and by the asking, our sins are forgiven, but there is also another side to this coin, the deeds done by each person needs to be weighed, thus separating the sheep from the goats, and by counting the good and the bad, one can come to a conclusion how God’s grace, and forgiveness is to be balanced. Not everyone who knocks on his door and says ‘Here I am’, is going to get into the plaza. Faith in Christ is the key at the Last Judgment, other than that, it is by the mercy of God, and he will not declare that until the final days.

Death Snoops (Poetic Prose)

2008-04-02T22:39:00.000-07:00

Death Snoops

Death appeared out of nowhere, said
“I am unknowing, it is finished, and it is time to move away from the sun towards the shadow lands.”
I said, “I want to speak to the devil first?”
He asked, “Why?” And I mumbled,
“I want to know about God,” and Death laughed, and said,
“I could take you now!”
But he hesitated, he was snooping, I think, waiting to find out more about me. Then death said,
“I haven’t got time; I got things to do….”
And I said, “Then annul it!”
He looked at me with those big dark eyes, said in a rustic voice,
“Is it not that, not to know what to believe in, is to suffer? Or is it, when Death visits one on that day, vivid as I am, it becomes a fearful, and suffocating task?” And Death added, “It is the same for all, many have tried to out wit me, but they forget I am a betrayer, and I out trick them.”

#2346 (4-3-2008)

Note on Death: I do believe, death has its own personality, and besides being a thing, it is a person, and there are places where one goes, yes, death has its maze, one could say. Death has its squad as well, and it has its angels, the good and the bad. You may ask, “Why must we die?” It is simply falling to sleep and waking up in a new world order, what is perhaps nerving is where are we going to exist next? Heaven, Hell, the grave, the fire, the frozen lands. Does not our proper reasoning tell us we will exist again—someplace? I think so, and so we leave the only world we know, to a new existence we have heard about. It sounds to me often times but a simple jump from one to the other. The sad part is you live a world that is perhaps worse off than when you arrived. The good part is, you go to another adventure.

The Potential Dangerous Side of Islam

2008-04-02T12:27:00.000-07:00

None of us really want to talk about this subject, the potential dangerous of Islam, we’d rather hide our heads under a pillow, scared Islam may condemn us or something, and not sure what else. Islam has done a great fear job on the world; exactly what they’ve wanted to do, but let’s look at why it is dangerous (I wrote a book on Islam a few years ago ‘Islam, in Search of Satan’s Rib’ sorry I did not add this article into it, but I hadn’t wrote it then).
This is not slander, this is simple facts, so please don’t throw the black skull flag up before you read it. This whole article will be done simple and in brief, but you will be about to extract a lot of information from it.
As I have already said, Islam can, and has influenced dramatically the world, its economy through OPEC. It has a billion followers, thus is an important reason to look close at this growing religious influence, it is also having an in pact on nations outside its Islamic boundaries. And because of it oil and massive following it can play and does play a key role in the social stability, or instability of governments, and it does both—in war, and less in peace. But the most dangerous element I see is its code, its premise, to bring Islamic law to every nation (and within this structure, almost anything goes if it is blessed by the elders: so I call the ruling parties).

So we see so far, Islam has the power to change the present world, and it is, and has, and will: increasing daily. Only a few nations in the world are willing to speak up on this matter, and one is not the USA. So we see this fast growing religion in the world taking root, dominating more than 40-countries now, and silencing double that amount from criticizing them. All other religions are allowed to be looked at and criticized, but Islam, why is that? What are they afraid of?
It is a dominating force in the Middle East, Africa and Asia. It now is the second largest religion in Europe, and the third in the USA. And in England, it is number three, and soon to be two, and then one. In 1974, France had one mosque, to my understanding, there are over 2000-today (and perhaps that is a conservative figure).
In the Midwest in the USA, all the way to Los Angeles there are uncountable Muslims. In 1991, there were about 1000-mosques and Islamic centers in the US, perhaps double that now. Don’t get me wrong, this is neither good nor bad, it is just fact; and the other fact is that a Christian Nation is turning Islamic, pure and simple. The problem is, with this increase, the ideological influence goes with it, and Islamic fundamentalism increases, the aggressive kind, and let’s not hide from the fact, there is such a creature. And what becomes changed, if not infected is: the social, political, economical, and military elements in a nation.
If you are Christian, do not think this to be of little concern, Islamic-domination, there is normally a progression with this kind of revealed pattern, that being, persecution of Christians, which is happening and has in the near-past, severe persecution of Christians in Islamic states.
South America, predominantly, Christian is also becoming inundated with this religion.

So what beliefs are we looking at? 1) Faith in Allah (and who is Allah? A good question, sometimes it seems to be the elders, and I can’t figure who works for whom 2) Angels, yes Muslims believe in angels, especially Gabriel, who translated the Koran for or to Muhammad, so it is claimed, I wonder what Gabriel would say if I could talk to him personally? I know he wouldn’t agree, because Micha’el told me 3) The Holy Books include the Old and New Testaments of the Bible, but only to a degree, thus, the Koran supersedes everything else. 4) The prophets, about 25-are mentioned in the Koran, such as Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, and so forth, but of course the revelations of Muhammad’s predominate.
Muslims believe in predestination. Meaning, it is all done for a purpose, and perhaps on purpose, the good and the evil.
Day of Judgment: on this day, Muslims believe their deeds will be put on a scale, and weighed, and Allah will judge which way you go, up or down. I hate to think which way for Bin Laden (unless it is Allah’s will for his aggressive behavior to continue unabated).

(Islam says:) During judgment, a person's own "book of deeds" will be given to the person, and they will be apprised of every action they did and every word they spoke (Qur'an 54.52-53). If given in the right, that Person will go to Jannah (paradise). If he gets it in his left, he's going to Jahannam (Hell). The Qur'an states that some sins can condemn someone to hell. These include lying, dishonesty, and corruption, ignoring God or God's revelations, denying the resurrection, refusing to feed the poor, indulging in opulence and ostentation, and oppressing or economically exploiting others.[12] However, if someone had the true Islamic belief in their heart, then they will eventually be allowed into paradise after their just punishment.

God's Answer

2008-04-01T17:13:00.001-07:00

God’s Answer

(God’s Answer) Michael was by me, I said silently in my brain, “…how does one know what religion to seek, when there are so many cults, like the Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, and Islam?’ And I looked up towards heaven, asked God that question, and his reply was (and I think it was to me, but could have been through Micha’el, it seemed he knew what I had asked anyhow): “Search for me with all your heart and soul, not religion, go after my heart, you will find me, and I will put you into my palm, and no one will ever harm you….” (Yes, I was a man after God’s own heart, and this sounded reasonable, it should be God we seek, not religion per se.) This answer came as quick as a click of my fingers. Thus, I knew it came from him, once you find God, all else will fall in line.

On Demons

2008-04-01T17:11:00.000-07:00

On Demons

I had a question for Moun’el the Lesser, “Look,” I said, “I’ve encountered in my life many demons, in lamps, in pictures, in my bedroom, in a Karate dojo in San Francisco, in an attic, in a building in Babenhausen Germany, and on and on I could go. Once even in my car, he started to stink it up, and I had to stop, and cast him out right there; once one was looking through my mother’s living room big window, my mother say it; and in several visions.
Moun’el looked at Micha’el, and Surr’el’s face (Surr’el is about six-foot five, huge broad shoulders, perhaps two-hundred and forty pounds, I only saw him once, but he didn’t smile, he just guarded my bed, so the demons could not harm me after my stroke, and bypass, back in 1994) and they both being archangels, nodded their heads thinking, I think, he did really have all that much experience, so I also would have guessed, by the looks of things, I mean he had to search his data banks or whatever angels do, for the information.
Said Moun’el, “Demons likened to some angels, are falling beings, intangible spirits, being on earth, they need to work though the physical, they often times embody things, animals, lamps as you said, even pictures, this is how they operate; if it is not human, an animal will do: thus, once they embody a person, the person symbolizes the demon, man becomes what they are.
There are many kinds of demonic beings, spirits that are deceiving, lying, religious –just look at all the wars being fought over religion, Islam, at the present, with Judaism—; and homosexuals (they smell very bad, perhaps that is what you had in your car; there are also deaf and dumb spirits, or demon. They produce sickliness in families (see Acts 10:38: ‘…and healing all that were oppressed of the devil….’) and it should be noted, there are degrees of oppression and possession by these unholy spirits (meaning, how much are you allowing yourself to be filled by the Holy Spirit vs. the oppressive spirit?
“This all deals with the origin and operation of the fall of Satan and his angels; does this answer your question?”
I nodded my head yes, it did, and Micha’el gave a slant to his neck and head, as if say, you’ve impressed me.

Note: Where is man? Is he in heaven, or in hell? If in either place immediately after death, what is the necessity of a judgment in the end of the world to decide his case? Is there a possibility that some have at death gone to the waiting place? And those who have received Christ, do they need a judgment, for they have been wiped clean, and are without sin? And the demon that walk the earth, the intangible spirits, where do they go? Are they not condemned to walk the earth until the end of days (already judged?).

The Sin that is not Pardonable!

2008-03-31T13:33:00.000-07:00

The Sin that is not pardonable!

When one says, Satan’s works are done by the Holy Spirit, as the scribes did infer onto Christ, in the days Jesus walked the earth, by saying “…He hath Beelzebub, and by the prince of the devils he casteth out devils.” (Mark: Ch. 3) And when they know better, for they saw his miracles, thus, denying who Christ was, and why he came, such scribes committed the Unpardonable sin, and given over to a degenerate mind and do not desire salvation, nor will the Holy Spirit lead them to it (Romans 1:28).
As Christ had said, “How can Satan cast out Satan?” At that time Christ went on to say: “A house divided cannot stand” and “I can bind Satan, I can go into his house, but he cannot go into mine, nor bind me.”
What he was trying to tell the scribes was: what you are witnessing is a person stronger than Satan, and regardless of what you see, giving Satan credit for it.
The Godhead, three in one, the Father made the world, and sees to it, as a caretaker you might say; Jesus, came down from heaven (part of he Godhead) and ransomed himself for the sins of mankind, his blood wipes our sins away (see: Isaiah 1:18/ Mark Ch. 3/1st John 1:7).
“…though your sins be like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” And “All sins shall be forgiven…but he that blaspheme against the Holy Spirit…” “…and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleans us from all sin…"
The Holy Spirit is different than the Father and Christ, He is the counselor, the soft spoken one, he responds to our desires, wishes, fears, and the reception and rejection of men to his calling. He never requires, like God the Father or God the Son, may do at times, and impose their wills.
(I was a licensed counselor for many years, thus I would plead the case of my clients to others, I was the intercessor you could say, I was the only one really that had the right to do this, while working in the clinics when clients were assigned to me. This is something like the Holy Spirit does, but the Holy Spirit is sensitive to rejection, but to get to Christ, and to approach God, the Holy Spirit is the one avenue you have to take. So to deliberately confuse God with Satan is unpardonable. So blasphemy against the Holy Spirit is rejection of the light he brings you, and you identify it as Satan not God, and knowing what you are doing at the time.)
It might be prudent to add, those who have in the past were blasphemers, and knew not what they were doing (out of ignorance) can still be saved (Timothy Ch. 1); we are not talking about these folks.

—Global volcanism & WWIII (Watch the Antichrist on TV)

2008-03-30T13:39:00.000-07:00

Everyday we seem to be on the edge of World War Three, from the war that just about took place in South America between three countries, Colombia, Venezuela, and Ecuador; China wanting to slowly weed out the blood of Tibet subjecting them to live in a rats nest, and telling the world to stand back and watch. Russia trying to tell the world Kosovo has a right to be under slavery and the hate of Belgrade; North Korea telling the South, they will burn them to ashes if they do not bow and talk nice to them, and Iran, Syria trying to eradicate Israel, and slowly bombarding Iraq to submission.
Where will the spark be? It perhaps will not be the first spark that ignites WWIII, but the second (in essence we are in the first stages of WWIII now, it is just the spark we are waiting for).
Those who promise to use the big bomb and have it, most likely will. I don’t blame Japan or South Korea for its concerns over those who have the ability, to harm them, because it is always hanging over their heads, and can and will the USA get its self involved with a nuclear country over a non nuclear country’s first strike, or take over because of a potential first strike, perhaps they would have in the last century, but I doubt this new century they will, plus, we are not as strong as we were eight years ago, and everybody knows it—and we are stretched to our limits worldwide, and do not have the capability of fighting a third war while the other two are going on (Iraq and Afghanistan).
So the first spark will come from a third world country I think, trying to prove they are a big world player, with a country with conventional capabilities, is my guess; it is like the robber, they seek out the weaker ones to rob—like Iraq who warred with Kuwait. Like Cuba wanted Russia to teach America a lesson, so many years ago, at Russia’s expense—by using it nuclear capabilities.
And so we live by hanging onto a thread, and putting out little fires before the big one comes, actually, simply avoiding the unavoidable for another day.
The United States will get hit most likely before this decade is out (biochemical or something worse, let’s hope something less), and all the officials know it, that is why they have second homes in the Caribbean, Europe, Central and South America. That is why they got their money in banks that are out of reach of the IRS, and out of the country. America is the safest and strongest, and best country in the world, but the world is not as it used to be, it envies too much, before it was everyone’s dream to get there, now it is everyone’s dream to be like them, while living in their own countries, and if need be, hurt the country you so envy.
Israel is right, they know other countries will used people as bombs, those who have deadly diseases, or wishful thinking of being a hero and going to heaven with a dozen woman, and wine once you give up your life for their cause. That is why Israel is still standing tall. America needs to incorporate some of Israel’s decisiveness.
When America sinks, the world will feel the ripple effect, and be subjugated into a world power, so confining they will think China and Tibet are blossom buddies, which we know they are far from it.

—So who are we looking for? The dictator of course, and who is he? A TV personality—most likely; he will be able to master mind the media, and capable of drawing loyalty to him from all walks of life. His every move will be monitored, and he will know all there is to know abut military weaponry, and he will know economics, have a great political mind, and spiritual sense, for the world will be ready for him in all areas, low in economics, high in worry about war. He will step into power for these purposes, to stabilize everything (he will be the Antichrist, satanic influenced).
During this time, he will kill, or starve to death his victims, persecution will be rampant. We will all see him on satellite television. We can even see in the Bible, in prophecy where TV will be used: Revelation Chapter 11: the Antichrist will be seen at once by the whole world, this was written 2000-years ago. This is only one indication the Antichrist is on his way. Plus, this was not possible fifty-years ago. And so we see the Biblical timetable at its end-time events (Revelation 6). War, famine, pestilence will all occur before the actual Great Tribulation. It will seem like the end of everything, but it will not be.
—Global volcanism, the inner parts of the earth will fill the atmosphere, sunlight disappear, or reduced to such a low it will be very cold, no crops (several volcanoes will erupt). Food stores in the USA have only about five days supply of food, should this happen tomorrow. This means population relocation on an international scale, and mass starvation. If nuclear warfare has not started with the spark, it will now start with a chain reaction.
—We do not need psychics and prophets to tell us what will take place, it will be obvious, there will be changes in the geography of our planet, within this cataclysmic time, a pole shift perhaps. I really think we are overdue, living on borrowed time. My projection is 2016-19, and a projection is just that, not a prediction. When everything is in alignment

Note: The author has studied eschatology, at Liberty University during the early 1980s, working on his Masters Degree, and finds doing an article now and then in this area rewarding.

The New and Old Souls (to the Lands of Dead Souls)

2008-03-26T21:23:00.000-07:00

The New and Old Souls
(To the Lands of the Dead Souls)
((DNA and the Genetic Code, Genesis) (like Dead Wheat))

And Micha’el quoted from the Book of John, and Mathew; for I had asked: “…what were the answers to the soul of Adam and those before him…,” and Micha’el quoted the New Testament, saying:

John 3:12 If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?

(Micha’el was looking for me to give him an answer!)

Mt 11:25 At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto the simple, and unto babes.

Mt 16:3 O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?

And I said to Micha’el:
“I have never turned face on listening and looking at what my mind does not understand, for those are the things I find most simple, once told me, perhaps because I am not all scientist, nor all philosophy, plus I am a simple man, and God has given these things to such people like me.”
And Micha’el looked deep into my eyes, and then told Moun’el to explain (for I could not understand the difference between Adam, and those before him, what makes one different than the other?)

Moun’el Explains:

“God gave all living things life, but he did not breath into their nostrils as he did Adam, he gave them a living force only, connected to the cosmos (a spiritual force, one that can read and communicate in its own language), you call it DNA. This Genetic Code has a simple language of 26-letters; it is in all living life, animal, plant and human. Like all languages, it communicates; this code is formed in a honeycomb pattern, incased in cells, and these cells contain the essence of life. Each cell although primitive, is complex, these cells perceive (or recognize, see, take in) cosmic forces, no human knows why, yet the forces in life are inside the cell, cosmic in nature, not of earth, these forces you cannot see, because they are spiritual, these make up the DNA, and Genetic Code.
The breathe of God, his essence, life that produces a soul, an immortal soul, the one he gave Adam, that made the biggest difference, to the observer called Satan, now there was a part of God himself in man, before this time, they were dead souls in comparison—the difference being, souls of God or by God—now when death came upon man, those who came from Adam, were souls that were of God.
Before Adam: souls were created differently, and those whom were of the earth before Adam, were subject to their king, Lucifer, and they were of a different breed, like animalia souls almost, that died and forever were silent, and there were souls that took Lucifer’s side but he could only offer them his character, and so they took that upon themselves, when they died, they became his servants, some demonic, some remain silent in their graves, many are in the prison, others in hell, but a few made it to paradise.
The souls before Adam, were like dead wheat, and the old way of dying was put to death, for nothing was being born that was good, that could grow, and the old ways could not die, and God saw this and he needed to give new life, so it would grow, and so man unknowingly discovered a new way of dying—and living again, he had gotten a new soul—Adam was the hand picked first person, put into a garden and kept away from the dead wheat, and good came out of this. But in time, because of the forbidden fruit being eaten, and because of the son’s of Adam one king his brother and cast out to fend for himself among the ones before Adam, the growing wheat would be mixed with the old and dying.
But the old ones did not want to die, and let the new ones live, it is that survival instinct you know, but to those of the old ways, God was not born fresh inside of them. Oh, they knew of him, tried to make new gods to forget him. And this is how I recall it.”
And I knew from this vantage point, all the great prophets were linked to Adam, Abraham, Moses, David, Christ; and so the linage goes to this very day.

I asked, what civilization can he tell me about, that lived back in those far off days, that were ruled by the old wheat like souls: and he told me in a flash of a second, I called this story “The Great Tower of Kura,” when he told it, it was as if he was using a parable (please see Appendix for the story).

End Times: Uri'el (a sketch)

2008-03-26T21:08:00.000-07:00

End Times: Uri’el

And the Soul of the Earth moaned, and was quieted by God for a time, for many things were yet to take place…

I had a statement—having read the paper the other day on the great melt down in Antarctica— and said to Uri’el:
“What is going on with the weather now?”
Said Uri’el to me: “God has revealed from ancient times, the times of the future, as you can see the world is confused on the strange occurrence presently at hand, many scientists believe that global warming is occurring because of the cosmic forces (solar radiation) striking the earth from outer space. Other scientists say that an overactive sun causes this cosmic radiation. Millions of people believe that there is a definite climate change going on but they cannot agree on what is causing it. Some scientists believe that it is just a natural occurring weather cycle and these same people most certainly do not know why it is happening. Many scientists believe that there is a definite climactic change occurring on a worldwide scale especially in the Arctic area and the Northern Hemisphere.”
“And what do you believe,” I asked Uri’el? “There are things not yet done, and I shall quote from the book of Revelation, a part of them: ‘And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the Kings of the East might be prepared.”’ (Revelation: 6:12)

Was there Human's Before Adam and Eve?

2008-03-23T21:31:00.000-07:00

(Stone Age) And I asked Micha’el another question, for surety the Angelic Renegades who were Watchers over the world at this time, knew and were overlooking those clouds onto earth long before Adam and Eve, and Satan himself most likely was around on earth before the new couple was given life, and God took a rib of his own for Eve, and Micha’el would have been present also, the question being: ‘Who were the Stone Age people? (People living before Adam and Eve, for surely there was, the stone tools are all about, plus there is much more evidence.)”
Actually I had done a book in 2004, called “After Eve,” which deals with this question, but not to any depth, on this so called ape-man, or Stone Age man, and I needed a clearer message, one from heaven, or a holy angel, and Moun’el jumped into the picture again, and said,
“I can tell him Micha’el!”
Micha’el said, “Go ahead.”
And this is what he told me:
“If you believe the first couple lived in a cultural setting, fixed by God, this should not present a problem for your mind (Micha’el kind of gave him a double take on that), if you know the Bible well, it says right in Genesis 1:11-4:20, it tells you all you need to know. Prior to Adam, the earth was not yielding food, no rain, nor anyone to work the ground, nothing cultivated you could say. Adam ate seeds and fruit, that was it (Micha’el interrupts, ‘Get to the point please, we have a journey here to finish!’), when this was all happening, and Cain was around, he continued his father’s occupation, of tilling the soil now, Abel pastured the livestock. We see now Cain’s murder of Abel, and he was banished to a wandering existence, he got out of God, a pass, a kind of ‘go pass’ sign you could say, so he would not get hurt, thus there was people on earth at this time, before Cain. People seem to have a hard time realizing there was an existing world before Adam existed: and Cain found a wife, and settled down. How could this be if there was an empty world? The year 4004 AD, is not God’s date for mankind to have entered the scene, it is Archbishop Ussher’s date, which brought this to light in the 17th century. You can see the gaps in the genealogical lists in Genesis Chapter five. By the time Adam was born there were perhaps five-million inhabitants on earth; and when Cain took his wanderings, perhaps double that if not five times that amount, up to 90-million inhabitants, Cain had every reason to worry about his wanderings about. Adam was perhaps born at the dawn of the Neolithic age, perhaps 8,000- BC, or later.”

(Note: according to the Sumerians (Larsa list No. I,) Kings-list, Ch. II, before the Great Flood, there were eight-kings, and five cities during those days, the first being A-lu-lim from the city of NUN KI, and the last (?) du-du of Suruppak, his region lasted 18,600-years, and all eight kings consumed 241,200-years. Then the first dynasty after the flood the regions and length of the kings are less, yet GA-UR lives 1200-years in what was known as Kish, Gilgamesh would conquer this land in times to come. The Sumerian history is said to be linked to an angelic legacy.)

Onki & Anauj (and the Prison House for Angels)

2008-03-19T22:38:00.000-07:00

Onki & Anauj
(and the Prison House for Angels)

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Six-million BC

(4500 BC?) Onki woke up in the bright sunlight. The Sun warm with its rays of light shaped into a rainbow showered over the horizon. The warmth of the sun seemed to wake up the cocks, for they started to sing their regular desert song, and the desert echoed back to them, it was a new day.
The African sun gently rested gently over this small village where Onki lived. Outside the house was a cactus garden where little lizards ran to and fro, as free as the day and night were long.
Onki’s mouth opened wide—a pleasant yawn, he looked out his window, there he spotted a rainbow which was full of colors, but it was the horizon he was looking at for the most part. Then he looked at his long time friend in the other room through his open bedroom door, Otitoyoc, as he slowly awake. Then he noticed Anauj, his mistress-human wife, who was dressing, putting on a light red garment that extended to the knees, a belt gathered at the waist, it had loose sleeves (similar to a tunic, almost like a dress). Then she began painting her eyes and lips; he starred at her naked-shapely and pleasing body a moment, as she bent her over, a well-formed frame he thought, as she was putting on her camel skin sandals.
She was slim, dark silk-like, wavy long black hair, greenish eyes that often seemed to change to a light blue, she was sixteen years old. Onki was over six-million years old.
He looked at her shapely lips; the lower one was bigger than the upper one. And her bronze skin glowed with youth, he wanted to touch her again, but he had her last night for five-hours. She was worn out. As did his friend, make love to her also, both taking their turns until she passed out with pain and pleasure.
Onki could hear the shifting of the desert sands outside his bedroom window it was like music to his ears, like drums humming and pounding—making the heart and soul, ignite, for it was his way of adjusting to the morning; he never really needed to sleep, nor did his friend Otitoyoc, they were different than Anauj, they were superhuman (paranormal) beings, who came one day, and inhabited this small desert village.
Onki was thinking of far-off days, the long (almost forgotten) past; of the great songs he and his angelic comrades sang within the shadows of the stars, and throughout the heavens. But that was a very long time ago. The songs had since evaporated to within the sands of the desert, the shifting, whistling sands from the winds of the desert, where the lizards made their abode—that is where they now were buried.

It was Anauj, quietly walking out of the bedroom, barefoot, silent with no smile; Onki could hear her. She dare not anger either one of the angelic beings, and so she tried to walk in a straight line, not to make too many sounds. For they could be gracious, but if angered, it could cause a catastrophe (and she did not want any misfortune).
She knew there was some kind of death-curse connected to them, that haunted them inside their somewhat humanistic shell shaped supernatural bodies (huge, nine-foot bodies), for they awaited the day, and scanned the night skies, they would look into the heavens wondering…but she never knew what for, was someone coming (she often contemplated)?

As time passed, she never could figure out the many names they whispered among themselves, accept for one which was called, Ura’el, he was the one they feared the most would appear out of nowhere, come someday. I guess it was another superhuman being; she came to accept, somewhat like that; but moreso she frequently thought of the one who would send this being called Ura’el, that would be the one to fear.
She was young, but quickly learned, it was not natural to have such powers within human frames, they wanted to be worshiped, and could not be killed by any warrior she knew of, and they needed no food, or sex, but took it for pleasure anyway. She didn’t know the whole of it, but was wise enough to keep her fear silent, as they did, concerning this Ura’el being.

This morning Anauj readied the kitchen table as usual, and started to cook as she did each and every morning from her brick oven. The brick floor was warm, and everything seemingly tranquil.
Onki’s and Otitoyoc (both each others sidekick) looked at one another oddly, a strange feeling came over them, as if their senses were picking up something, but not sure what. A danger sign, than out of no where they both started to think about the pledge they made to one another long ago; both agreeing to do this adventure together, no matter what the consequences. They swore an oath to it. To leave God’s realm (their abode, the one they had lived within for eons), and to find this new world called earth, where pleasures was not of heaven, but of flesh—at the time a mysterious and curious phenomenon to them, and to many more angelic beings like them. This was something unknown to the angelic race, prior to God’s creating human flesh, on a material world. When they found earth, along with twenty-three others, they committed the unpardonable sin of cohabitating with the human species, again, part of the oath all twenty-five took, one for all, and all for one; for they new this was a species God created for other purposes, not for their pleasure. But it was tempting, and God had hid it from many of the angels, for good reason of course (and so, like a treasure, unfound for centuries, they came upon earth).
Onki discovering the humans were weaker, and they the stronger, took advantage of the moment (and understood quite well now, why God had kept this a secret from certain angelic beings). As he whispered to his friend, “…we were the first beings, not them” (showing a bit of sourness) but this was true, they were among the first angelic beings God created. And they would be the first to face His judgment. And so, as the breakfast was being readied, they continued to stare at one another, heart pounding, as it did day in and night out, living in fear; their thoughts emerging, for they were over six-million years old, they new one another quite well.

(Offspring) Onki had one child, called Iamuot, he was a hybrid, of short statue, born in the desert of Djurab, by Ahounta Diimdoumalhaye, Anauj’s mother who died while giving childbirth to his son. Anauj was quite young back than. For Onki took her from her original husband whom he killed with a blow to the head, the child was now eight-years old. Anauj took on the responsibility of the mother, Iamuot being a kind of half-brother. But the child was a little different than most of the children of the village. And for that reason he was called the “ape-man [from the dry desert].”
As Iamuot grew up his teeth remained small, he kept a short looking face, and like his father, Onki, had a prominent brow, ridges to be exact. He walked upright, but with a slump, his arms and hands hung to his side of him as he walked, looking, or resembling at times, looking as if he was about to lose his balance quickly, although never did completely.

(Iamuot) Outside the front door Iamuot squatted down to go to the bathroom looking up at the dark cloud encircling his home. While his dog came sniffing him, and wanting to be patted, he noticed a burning flame high in the sky near some clouds—he pushed the dog away to get more focused, he called to called to his mother to see this strange phenomena.
As she opened the door, at that very moment, a lightening spear flashed through the sky, a rod of fire, it soared through the atmosphere striking the house, making the house tremble, and its foundation of mud and crumble, as if they were dust. The village of seven-hundred inhabitants (humans) were shaken to havoc running every which way, scared the sky was falling in, “Fire from heaven!” yelled some of the folks, as twenty-five angelic beings stood erect outside the crumbled foundation of the house.
As the house continued to burn, its insides, the earth started to erupt; sucking into its crevices, and deep holes, everything in its path, one could see dead bodies all about. Anauj stood starring, with a flat affect, as if it was God sent. Onki looked at her, I mean looked at her looking, deeply looked at her into her, perhaps for the first time, and she smiled, and that was a far and in-between facial expression, for she had not smiled it seemed but a few times, and that was to appease them.
Onki hissed at here, unconsciously, but before he could strike her (which was on his mind), the broad and huge being heard something, crackling, it was of iron or steel, it was chains, he was being bound, died, tighter than a python snake can squeeze the life out of a man, tied and retied in knots.
The other twenty-four angelic beings were frozen in fear, said Ura’el to Onki, as if they knew one another, “You will be bound a million years, one for each one of your sins, in the Prison House for Angels, deep within the Universe along with your followers.”

Across the desert, houses and farms, and hunting sites were burning; smoke filled the skies—with black smoke. The animals, pigs, camels, vultures, snakes, rodents, and rabbits, and dogs and cats, all dying of fright, some falling into sink holes, others being swallowed up by the movement of the earth. The world was coming to an end it seemed. And Anauj just stood there as if to wait for her master’s call, wanting to go with Ur’el, for it was the only safe name she had ever heard; she kept that smile on her face now, and Onki could take it off. Ur’el looked at her, his warm eyes told her many things, they told her the Almighty God had read her heart, heard her words and a morsel of faith, and echoed up to his throne.
Said Onki, with a shout, breaking the moment “Kill ME!—do not let me have to count the days and nights and hours alone in nothingness!” but there was no conversation between prisoner and the protector, Ur’el.

Said Ur’el to Anauj, softly, “It is a tiny moment in time…no more than that, it will pass, and be buried deep within man’s unwritten journals, maybe just maybe, another world away, in a different time cycle will uncover some of this. But go, find a husband, leave the dead to themselves, and the scorpions to the desert. Create a new generation; I come from the One God, He is the one who sent me. I will see you at another time.”
Having said that, more angels appeared, grabbing the other twenty-four, and binding them with chains. As Onki was taken away to the Prison House for Angels, far-off in the Universe; and as they took him, one could hear his hard and emotional breathing, his beating of his limbs, his nostrils hissing, his body shaking. Onki’s child was dead as was all the hybrids of which twenty-five were children, sixty women, and forty men. And so this is how the saga began, and how an old one ended.

Note: originally written in March in 2006, St. Paul, Minnesota. Reedited 3/2008 for publication, while in Lima, Peru

"From the Edge of the Moon" (Apocalypse Coming)

2008-03-19T10:50:00.000-07:00

At Journey’s End

From the Edge of the Moon
Apocalypse Coming

And then I was taken to the edge of the moon, told to look down from it, and I stood in mid-air, and I saw earth’s destruction clear as if on a sunny day, and I asked what year was this? And Raph’el said,” 2016 AD, and I asked “Can this be postponed or delayed?” And he said, “Yes, but it will come about
Anyway, and the souls of the dead remain as is, for the living they can have
An interlude period to correct their wrongs…”
And I said “Correct what?”

(Raph’el) “You are looking at the time when the Antichrist (the Shameless One), will fool many on earth, they will think he is the Christ, they are fooled, but he persuades them nonetheless, with signs and miracles. And Christ has pity on them, and there will be a day, when many will turn away from this mad angelic Shameless One, and try to flee him, saying, “We were fooled, he is not who he says he is! For Christ does not pursue men, he never has, he only allows them to come to him if they desire so.
“Thereafter you will see Angels coming and going, ascending, and descending, a thousand years will pass, no devil will exist during this period, Christ will rule and the angels will be with him. This is after this great event, after the future judgment.”
And I said, “What about this Apocalypse going on now?” (That of which I was witnessing.)
And all three angels by me stood silent as we watched the havoc taking place on earth, and I saw great wrath, a cosmic fire had produced it, and the souls of the people were suffocated, subdued; the sinners, and it covered much of the earth and it consumed the devils like stubble.
And in the Holy Land I saw Gabriel and Uriel shinning as if they were pillars of light, as if readying themselves for a fight or feast or perhaps both.

(The soul of the Earth) Then the earth turned black, there was no sun, and there was no peace on earth, it was removed, and the birds died where they stood, dead, dead, dying, dying, everything was dried up, the seas and the lakes. This is when I felt, the earth was a living life form, and it soul was being burnt clean, for man and devil had pulverized it to lawlessness, defiled it—made it unlivable, and it was unable to save itself. And I heard an echo, “Woe to those who have wrathfully destroyed her, and disobeyed God.” And the earth did not produce water in the seas or deep in the rivers or any place, and man dug and did not find it. And the earth even had her revenge, and her core was renewed.

(Battle of the Swords) “There will come a day, during these days,” said Raph’el, “when the Shameless One will weep, sorry his time has come to an end, like dust from the earth, he will be swept away, he will try to get his last revenge, and the robbers will weep, and the sun will rise again, and earth will bring forth fruit, and the angels will come with swords and battle any and all who appose God, with fiery wings.”

(The Land of Torments) And I saw a great cosmic fire, and I saw the coming judgment, and I heard many voices, from all the places I was at, or had been at, and they did not want the judgment to come or pass, and the sins of all were placed before them as if on an open table, those sins that were committed day and night throughout their lives, and those who were hurt, or given over to death were allowed to watch their assaults handed over to the land of torments, and those on their way into torments will see the righteous from the flames, and some of the righteous will plead for their torments to be lessened, and grace will be allowed, if asked for by the righteous. ((Then I saw a man, with his mouth wide open, in torments, it could not stretch anymore, and his teeth yellowish, started to melt, and he was alive, consumed and dying, frozen in pain; they (the once tormented on earth) saw him, and had pity on him—and then the vision of this man disappeared) (and what was the grace, if grace was granted I do not know nor did I ask, perhaps a lesser torment?))

It all seemed so complicated, and there I stood, and made a poem, as I often do, but it was of whom started it all this so long ago, the Immortal Snake, so I called him in my mind’s eye, and it was of two gifted people, the first of their kind, and the evil one, it goes as follows:

The Immortal Snake

And how did God make Eve?
He took a bone from his flank,
and he molded a mate for Adam,
his spouse to be, and then a garden,
with leafage beyond belief, he put
them both in, rejoicing, corresponding.
And they talked with piety, and wise
words, and clean minds, and far
removed from evil hearts, the devil.
They never even felt shame, walked
with wild beasts. But came the fall,
because of a tree, and a snake that
craftily deceived them, to eat the
forbidden fruit, and thus they
became betrayers of God, sin, and
ignorance received evil, and it came.
And this produced the human race,
poisoned by an immortal snake.

#2329 (3-19-2008)

The Arrival ((and the three aprt soul)(Poetic Prose))

2008-03-18T16:19:00.000-07:00

The Arrival
(And the three part soul)

(Poetic Prose)

Inside the mountain of Dead Souls, I saw a man come out of nowhere, I looked at
Micha’el and he said:”He is a new arrival here, if you listen carefully you can hear his soul, and I did:

“It looks more like a hive in here, this place would make the devil weep; no breakfast or lunch I suppose, in this land of the dead, gloomy Sundays ahead, everything vaguely lit, soul eating human rats nibbling on one another, faces like ceramic masks…” (he braces himself, no one reacts, he mumbles out loud again), “I feel like an agitated centipede.” This is his first day, his first appearance—he is a new arrival, to this land of the pre-dead, and will be waiting in a pre-trial status; the Archangel Micha’el, told me this. The Arrival whispers “…the dead-end land,” but I suppose he’ll have to deal with it now, he dealt the cards did he not.

I hear the souls of others saying (as they watch this new arrival) “Toro! Toro! Bravo! Bravo!” with a whiff of delight; I think they like seeing others join them in this horror of a nightmare place.

(His Soul Talks :) His soul is telling me (the new arrival): he was not as wretched as the others, that he is being treated unfairly; by superiors (the soul sees Micha’el).

(His soul seems to have three parts to it: the pure spirit, the personal soul, and the false arbitrator, and it is the false arbitrator I am listening to, so I sense, so my intuition tells me, that he is immortal, and can renew itself through destruction; the personal soul, sad to say he is questionable always has been, lives through the development of thoughts and dreams, he has asked: ‘Is God really God,’ and now he says ‘Is this reality or a dream or what?’ hoping I suppose he will wake up, and it would have been a dram. I since in time, upon judgment all will fade but the Arbitrator, unless judgment rules otherwise).

The Personal Soul: I can use a stiff whisky
The Pure Spirit: did you forget the many times you knocked her into the gutter, and slammed her into the door? The drugs, the anger, the sourness of your heart, the dirty sex, the thief inside of you, here there need not be any more pretenses.
The False Arbitrator: God wants a virgin target, and I am it, like Japan who sought peace through Sweden (during the end days of WWII) prior to the atomic bomb being trapped on them by the Americans, but felt Japan did not deserve to get away with all the blood they shed scot-free—and dropped the bomb anyway, they—like God, wanted death—revenge.”

I am glad I am a simple man, for should I have read all these souls, I would have gone mad.

I shifted my mind, and tried to refocus my thoughts away from this newly arrival (onto the next part of the journey); I figured, I could not figure him out, perhaps he was still living in deception, or perchance, did I learn, as long as their are words to talk with, there will be lies to deal with, and a part of him, part of his soul was still in that charade, or make-believe world.

Note: “The Arrival;” written in the afternoon of 3-18-2007, at Starbucks (Benavides, Surco), Lima, Peru. Somewhat inspired by WSB-Last words. The book up to this point has taken five days (5-days) to write. Theology mixed with Mythology.

Agdo--and the Return of the Raphaim Giants

2008-03-17T20:23:00.000-07:00

Agdo—and the Return of the
—Demonic Raphaim Giants

[The Road to Armageddon]

“There were giants in the earth in those days, and also after…and they bare children…the same became mighty men…men of renown.” Gen. 6:4 [The Nephilm/giants of those days.]

“It shall be exactly as it was in the days before Noah” Matt. 24:38; Luke 17:27

Agdo, Daughter to Shamhat

Agdo, Daughter to Shamhat

Twilight just appeared over the city of Jerusalem, and the Golan Heights, of Israel (prior to the 1967 war, the Golan Heights belonged to Syria). The Circle of Refiam (diameter 159-meters; an archeological site) is in front of two beings, mostly shadows to any observer that might be around; for the monument they are standing in front of this 5200-year old stone circle, called ‘The Circle of Refiam’. Horrep is an old soldier descendant of Og ((the Giant king: King Of Bashan)(Deuteronomy 3)); whom was one of the sacred Watchers over earth (from the clouds). His kind were killed off many years ago, and built this circle of stones 37,000 tones of stones, in a numbered circle-ruins; there are two openings, to this site—and in the center toped by a tumulus [mound] 20-meters across; this ancient ruin is one of the lost great wonders of the world. It was in the days before the Great Flood and then thereafter, when his kind (Horrep: giants of old, decedents of the Angelic Renegades) escaped earth, and those who stayed behind, were killed by King David almost completely killed off, they said they’d return: they have now, and they seem to look similar to aliens, over 13-feet tall (we have now entered the second decade of the 21st Century.

Horrep: Curse all the generals that I was not a king or the leader way back when, where it all began.
Noge: You notice! There is no set of clothes for us here in Israel, we must all wear the sword, we are a myth, and we are many, and we have the power.
Horrep: and how shall I pay in silver gold, euros or dollars for these cloths? For this war we are about to enter, and the rest of us are going to start soon, we are who we are, but in this world, money is power! Not just supernatural abruptness.
Noge: And who shall guard the indulgence of our army?
Horrep: I shall rob the city blind then the country then the world.
Noge: While you can?
Horrep: I’ve had worse jobs being a corrupt leader has its advantages; I realize time will prove me the slayer of many, but I will be dead in hell or a like place, with the rest of my kind! Even if Roe doesn’t think so, we are all domed.
Noge: Yes, you are probably right, so give me the night with all I dream, a song, some wine, a dancing-girl before we start our havoc.

(Horrep, older than the Raphaim Circle, lies down; enfolded in his skin hide for he now is of a physical kid of flesh, on the earthwork (near the fortification: by one of the two entrances; and in a minute is asleep)

Noge: Sleep, well my beastly friend: we will need it. Violence has come back to thy face! Gone long and now thou’rt like a child who wants revenge on his father’s garden; how deep anger dips us in its web! I was made of you…I have seen only what you have told me…but who comes here unto us?

(Enters Adgo, a girl from a nearby village)

What is your skill, do you buy and sell?

Adgo: I give, I do not buy or sell, and I provide what you desire.
Noge: Aha, a dream-wish I just have asked Horrep for! You are early.
Adgo: My last task went quickly.
Noge: I see you have wine?
Adgo: Plenty of everything; I see your father is sleeping?
Noge: He says the world is flaccid, feeble, weak, devoid of blood, and cares not of animals, so with his power he will change the minds of man, for they are dead inhabitants, we are giant ghosts from the netherworld, so all may believe, or will believe? David killed many off in his day, so my father told me. We have come back to reclaim our birthright, here at this stone structure where once we were called Titans, or giants of the Nephilm race. King Og was my father’s father. He ruled from Mount Hermon…and beyond (and lived at Ashtarot, a Canaanite city). King David’s nephew also killed many of my father’s offspring, Johathan; they were the ones who built this circle you know, a time before Noah’s boat. Og hid in Noah’s boat, and had many children by is daughters, my father was one, so he says; he was, Og, one of the ones who fell from heaven, an angelic renegade.
Noge: I smell your flesh it is sweet.
Adgo: I’m in no hurry I will be yours.
Noge: My father is an evildoer.
Agdo: I have nothing to fear, I have brought myself to you as he asked!
Noge: My father is waiting for the rest of his kind, our kind, I fear they will split your appealing head, open your cloak and do you harm! But now I want, I want to see why man and beast and even us adore your kind—so open your cloak for me.

(Enter Xaro, a rich old Arab mercantile)

Noge: And who are you? Your business please!
Xaro: I followed a light that descended a few hours ago, and here you are, I dare ask, but I shall nonetheless, who are you? Are you an alien? A demigod of old? Are you not far from home?
Noge: Far from home, my father lies sleeping over there, this woman is mine, and you ask me as if you are my sire (?)
Xaro: No, we prepare to fight Israel, and you are on land that Israel took, and then King David was a Jew, and so have… you come to help us? Your maiden seems well favored.
Noge: She is, but of humble birth, like you. It is late and you should have a guard to venture forth as you do with us.
Xaro: We have prayed for great soldiers to help us defeat the Zionist!
Noge: It is as my father says: all in good time, you will see that you take care of your own, as we shall.
Adgo: Come lay with me, among the great monuments the ancient ancestors built so long ago.
Xaro: Yes, yes, I know now, you are the Sidonians, also called Sirion, the giants of old.

(Exert: a pull on Adgo’s hand, as Xaro is left alone, Noge goes into the circle)(The Gilgal Refiam; parts of it look like an ancient burial monument, with many dolmens [tombs], and an astronomical complex: the stranger paces about looking at Horrep sleeping, and listening to Noge and Adgo make love, then after an hour you hear them talking)

Noge: One more day, and the mystery of us, our presence will befall the earth, they will think we are aliens, or perhaps angelic beings who have come to earth to set things right with the world, but we are the wind, the colder wind, the black sunrise, the unblessed, with unwilling hearts.

(Xaro, kicks Horrep with the tip of his foot, and watches him stir)

Horrep: (Wakes up, rising, sees Xaro) A bug! Why do you wake me? (Pointing his large fist at Xaro)
Xaro: I saw your light, and I saw the darkness in the eyes of your son, who is making love to Adgo, behind the walls of the Great Circle. Yes, here the two come…they hold hands. They seem to walk on air; perhaps your son has had his fill of lovemaking and knows now the pleasures of a woman.
Horrep: My kind will come in the morning to these gates of the circle. Go tell your kind we have arrived before I get up and stomp on you.

(Horrep is getting up, singing a song)

Song of Absence
[Dedicated to the: Raphiam Giants]

‘T was far absent,‘t was far missing,
Untamed aloft in a night long past!
‘T is but a few hours left to pass,
You then will see thy face by day.

‘T was long-ago, ‘t was long past,
We ruled thee during your untied era.
Our kind found your lot, fond and fair
Until they made us: foe and prey.

Long ago, ever since, we took our bliss
In dreams to come back, and embrace
The world and its dirty face,
Somehow we cannot forget thy kiss.

#1347 5/12/2006

Now be gone Arab before I eat you…!

Noge, of the Nephilm

(At the South East Gate, of this megalithic site, two hundred of these giant demigods stand, as if to guard the site itself, Roe, the Captain, or leader stands with Horrep and his son Noge, and Adgo is behind them, she’s naked; Opal (one of Lucifer’s henchmen) from the gates of Hell, opens the new gates to the Gilgal Refiam Circle. The gates are opened now.)

Noge: The hinges on the gates make a groaning sound, like the bones in our old but now, new bodies, as ghostly they were; now back into the flesh they are, stiff and with light.
Horrep: Here comes some soldiers with that old man, Xaro.

(The Soldiers with Xaro)

Soldier says: She’s naked! (And then look at the many giants shinning bright)

Xaro: The Shinning One’s of Old?

A Soldier says: She is beautiful!

(An Arab General speaks to Xaro)

General: My thanks for this spectacle; you may go now if you wish!
Roe (To the General) be quiet, stand back, or I shall burn your eyes out!
Horrep: I do not know them, haters of Israel I think.

General: Who are you, are you all mad ((the soldiers hands on weapons)(rifles, guns))

(Roe’s gaze is of a blue, red-hot light, several of the General’s soldiers look at him, and their eyes turn to crust, as if looking directly into the sun. Two Giants laugh, standing in the background: they say not a distinguishable word, but watch Roe and the General)

(Noge looks at the girl’s nude body)

Noge: Cover your loins.

(She is unashamed, and picks up a flower behind her, and covers herself. The soldiers and the giants become restless, as the General is stunned at what took place, and now rifles are pointed at the giants)

General: Who are you? We would like your help with Israel?
Roe: We are all Angelic gods, superhuman (he takes the Generals pistol from his hip and points it at him, and fires: the bullet stops in midair as his eyes has focused on it, and slowed it down) Witless you are this bullet…why did you come here? (The bullet still in midair; he then looks at the girl :)
Such allure.

(The bullet has now speeded up, and killed the general as he had turned his head, and the soldiers have started shooting at the giants)

Roe: Nay —should I hide from your weapons? Kneel and worship me or die! I shall no longer hide like we did so long ago (now in the past).

(To the Soldiers)

(They kneel down before him, as Noge puts the general’s jacket on Adgo; cloaks her.)

Noge: If I do not conceal your beauty from their gaze, what am I to do?

(She is silent; Roe is now looking at her.)

Roe: Shall the gods take her Noge?
Noge: Be gentle with her.

(They, the giants of old, were all now speaking among themselves in an alien tongue, yet she seemed to know what was being said)

Roe: Say something to me, so I can hear your voice, Adgo, for you have spoke to my subordinate. What say she? Off with the jacket!

(Noge took the jacket off the girl; she is froze with fear and cannot say a word now, or is it uncertainty, it is not clear to the others what is behind her expressions and stance.)

Voices of the Giants: “Make her dance before us! Give us the girl Roe that we may make love to her!!”

Roe: See Adgo, what you have done to my peers (and host), they have not had flesh in 4000-years, you will pay for this: take her away Noge, and give her to them all. And you, merchant, go with these soldiers and tell the world we are here and how you worshiped me. Then Noge, kill the slut, once the crave is gone from all my Nephilm. Here is our home, fall in around her.

(Noge now takes the girl back aground the gates of the Circle, as the soldiers follow the merchant away from the site.)

Azaz’el [Grigori or Angelic-Watcher of the Pre flood era]

Behind the stone structure know as the Circle of Refiam, the first of a number of circles of stones placed on top of one another, balance perfectly, some weighting 30 to 50 tones, huge in size (a monument crumbling into the ground because of its age, and lack of maintenance), the horde, the angelic beings, and the giants known as the Nephilm all go behind with the female, Adgo. At this time, Azaz’el, the leader of the Nephilm, who now has appeared on the scene (Roe being the captain), gives news of a 3rd temple to be built in Jerusalem soon (a sign that the war in the Valley of Raphaim will quickly develop, and that is why the Raphaim have returned, even though the ruler of the Europe Union has made an agreement with Israel to avoid war, it will be broken; even though Noge has some reservations on this matter, ignorant somewhat.

Horrep: Soon, Noge, you shall know it all. I need to make you ready for the last battle, my heart is sad, it will be our misfortune, I shall describe things hurriedly for you, don’t mind what happens to the hussy.
Noge: She is only ill behaved because we want her to be.
Horrep: the woman, she is the worse of today, for she comes between us I do believe. She never should have been let through the gates, naked as a egg, and here she is, to be taken by all, we act like dogs, shameless.

Noge: But father we have eyes that are false, she is not, she is of real flesh.

(You can hear her crying in the background, in the middle of the horde of angelic beings, and giants)

Horrep: You have not seen, but I have. You mistake this marvel of a woman to mean more than it is; she is no more than a mountain rat, a brothel pig.

Azaz’el: Hurry up with her, stare and look, and be done with her or I shall go mad she— (a long pause) Hell tells you…to be ready for the battle to come, you will have your time for killing, this is but one woman, there are more.

Noge (speaking to Azaz’el): She is no immortal like we—do not harm her, or I will not obey you when the time comes to battle. Tell Vii not to hurt her, put aside your anger, and let her live: should I not have her again?

(Vii is making love to her now while the circle of beings around her speak quietly, as she cries)

Azaz’el: Vii, bid that she speak, and if she does, do not harm her, incarcerate her when you are done, so her lover can have her later, put her in a tomb here in the circle.

(Azaz’el To Noge): Perhaps her tongue is alien to us, we shall speak in English, or Hebrew, or Arabic, whatever pleases her, is this fine with you? Be off with her soon… we cannot stand around her forever staring at her flesh: I’ve got work to do. She is a distraction, perhaps by the Jews; possibly she is sent to quiet us, when you see her beauty, your heart burns, you are innocent of this I know, and you are your father’s shame. Trust me, in days not hours, the temple will be built, and we will war with Israel, and King David will not save them as he did so long ago in the Valley of Raphaim.

(He walks away, leaves Noge and Horrep by themselves, standing back from the horde; Vii stops, takes the woman by the hand and leads her out by a tomb, she is saying something to him, indistinguishable)

Noge (to his father Horrep): How does God work?
Horrep (looking at his son): David killed many giants in his day and had many victories over Philistine; he sang songs about it, about God’s love in his Psalms. We, Azaz’el and I and many of us have been trying to figure that out for a long time, David knew.

Noge: Then why are we going to fight with Azaz’el against the Jews, I mean, if God has favor with David, and David is with God, and David was a Jew, why do we come here to this land we got kicked out of eons ago; why do we stay to kill more Jews?

Horrep: Perhaps because we think it is our threshold, it is thus a home. Yea! Those questions, pierce my cheeks, they are defiled! Hold your tongue, it is like a spear.

(Several of the giant soldiers heard a few of the last words Horrep spoke, turned about…confusion on their faces.)

God sent his angels to help David; they were on the tops of trees, with swords; that is how he won two of the battles: the ones in this valley called the Valley of Refiam. You are one of the last of your kind you know. I say one of the last, for Saint Christopher came from our stock. He was 18-feet tall, he come from a tribe of cannibals, like our ancestors. He was ugly, and died around 300 AD, he became a martyr, he became a Christian; he came from Africa, the Marmaritae tribe. He was like you, always asking questions.

Noge: But father before the days of Enoch you were born, what then?

Horrep: For the last time I beg you to hold your mouth you are my son! It is just how it is, you trample on my heart, and you are worse than the harlot I purchased for you, and I get this. But I shall tell you anyway…

((Vii had left the girl on a tombstone; she is naked and staring at the horde gathered together a distance away: she glances back and forth between the horde and Noge)( Azaz’el is nearby listening to the conversation between Noge and his father; he was coming to let Noge know where the girl was but did not want to interrupt; thus, now Vii and Azaz’el stand together listening))

…actions and emotions—is what it is all about. Maybe our enemies were humans all along, the very ones we were protecting from the clouds. We became paralyzed by God’s love and care for them early on, to be honest; I suppose that is close enough to the truth. We never waited for God’s voice, we didn’t listen to Him when it did come, but came down-to-earth as if it was the courtroom, and we gave sentence to earth, and all those on it. That was that…! ~

Return of the Last of the Rujmel-Hiri’ Giants
(Noge wants more information, and as Sirgylam shows up with several ancient warriors of the past, angelic giants with him, Sirgylam, agrees to tell him how it was back in his day, since no one else will, and his father has remained silent on that subject. You see Noge and his father, along with Sirgylam saying something…)

Circle of the Refiam
The Last Raphaim Giant

Sirgylam— (tells his story to Noge): It was 5200-years ago when we built these great walls, prior to this we sat on the top of Mount Hermon where there we had built “The Gateway to the Sun,” a one time treasure, that is, a few centuries back when the forefathers of a sunken nation was alive and prosperous. Everything is gone but this pile of stones. I was the last of that generation of Raphaim Giants.
I was one of the sons [Sirgylam: talking about himself] of the so called: “Old Ones,” from the seed of Semyaz, his father and Farina, a human he cohabitated with; Semyaz being a renegade angelic being like your father.
We had at that time a Raphaim Empire, this circle temple of sorts you are standing by, the Gilgal Refiam [in the Golan Heights area of Israel, otherwise part of Syria] was part of the empire. We were all wicked ones, tyrants and bullies. You Noge are son of an angelic being, born from the union of gods, and humans, which formed the basis for your demigod status, terrestrial looks; half-man, Titan one may say. Your brothers and sisters were all killed in war, all 7496 of them. It was a time when the Moabites lived in the Middle East.

—Back then (Sirgylam continues to speak) we knew extinction was nearby for the most part, being some twenty-feet tall, and having an enormous weight, we turned into cannibals. My hands as big as a person’s mid-section, and my eye-socks as wide as a persons head, it was if anything, hard to hide ourselves in those days, when war broke out, as in the days of King David, when our offspring took our places in battle.
Your father remembers the village people trying to feed our offspring, but it came to the point, it was point-less, they worked day and night for us. And now times had changed, there was only one giant left, not two or three or some other uncountable number; many of us escaped to the cosmos. I was left behind, for a while. Ura’el was sent from heaven and he chained and banished many of us; I went to the islands in the Pacific. And for a long-time Azaz’el was put under tons of rocks, it was a bit depressing, and discouraging. Furthermore he knew his days were numbered anyhow, as did I, and your father also.
In thought, I am reminiscing my father Semyaz, and his friend’s father and companion, Azaz’el, who were both magnificent angelic beings at one time, gone bad though, one of the ‘Old One’s’ as they are now known, who were assigned to guard over the earth, and took it upon themselves to cohabitate with human flesh. Then shortly after that took place, they ruled the earth with an iron hand. You never witnessed this because you were born in the latter days.
It was the golden period you could say for us; a time when I myself Sirgylam was young, and stupid and vile. I’d sit and play the dragon-skinned drums to appease my father and his guests. Many of the demonic beings of those days, visited my father’s den, and he was introduced to many as I was. At that time I was over 500-years old, old for a demigod, but not too old, surely not like Azaz’el, or even your father.
A Raphaim Giant

I even knew the ugly giant of the Cedar Forest named Humbaba. And so now you know, and let it rest so we can get on with our war games.

The Stone Raphaim

(Unmindful of his previous form the giant Sirgylam heads to the gateway of the Raphaim Circle, to greet the other two hundred, and the few that came with him.)

Horrep: I think son you are not wise in this, to want to know all (Captain Roe is watching both Horrep and Noge from a distance).
Noge: I wonder if more than Vii had her.
Horrep: More about that woman again, Agdo, forget her.
Noge: Vii’s face was red as fire.
Horrep: the girl’s a wild one let who will be fearful of her. You my son are a dreamer, we are all here now, and Azaz’el will soon give us his plan.
Noge: I must see the girl.
Horrep: the way you are hounding after her, it is an unlikely chance Azaz’el will allow it, you are like a camel in heat.

(Several of the giants are casting dice to see who will be allowed to visit the girl next, Noge sees and hears what is going on; the girl is sitting on a tomb, dumb like, saying nothing)

(Horrep to Noge :) Why does she not scream? Yes, she is more than willing, too willing, her blood is hot. I think she will be a curse on our luck! She has no cloak on. How still the night is.

((Horrep grabs his son, and they both sit down, as he was about to walk over to see Agdo, who is watching the dice players, and Noge)( Watching off and on; Semyaz grabs the dice, he is one of the old ones, an angelic renegade, and dangerously powerful, Noge sees this, and Semyaz sees Noge notice, and Azaz’el sees them looking both at one another and the girl))

Secret of the Beast: “Even if you win, you lose”

Advance: The World: it had come the last days; dramatic prophetic events were about to happen to earth. Israel was about to come under fire from an Army in the North [Russia]; An Arab Confederacy developed; Egypt was very much involved with this new order. Conquests, the Antichrist was near by. Oil and Gold were running wild at the stock market, bankers cashing in on war, and spending and contractors (the UN, EU are no friend to the Jew). A Superpower bends Egypt’s knees. … Massive starvation is now taking place, and the United Nations could do nothing about it. Inflation hit the world under satanic influence, like an earthquake, skyrocketing inflation, God at $3000-dollars an once, and food riots, chaos everywhere; much international strife; cataclysmic pole shifts taking place, as the earth tumbles, its crust slips a bit, trying to form an alignment. And on the Radio, and TV, a world leader speaks :)

World Leader: Ye, this among gentiles, prepare for war, we will wake up to the mighty men of the world for it is time for our war, let them come up: beat your plowshares into swords…come, one and all, gather yourselves with me, come to the Valley Jehoshaphat.

(And they came with alcohol, drugs, swords, guns, and every thing possible for warfare, and the world saw much epidemic, and this was happening, while at the Circle of Refiam, much foolishness was going on)

Azaz’el (to Horrep and Noge): Men fall in love with her beauty, and demons try to understand it, but they both glory under her flesh, and want more of it.
Roe: There are no laws with us pertaining to humans, never have been, but Noge makes rules for us like humans.
Noge: First tell how thou com’tst to find this woman called Agdo, who is she?
Horrep: She came to me, not I to her.
Noge: Tell me with no more ado!
Horrep: I was on Mt. Hermon, waiting for a sign, waiting for you, it was cold, the night vast, and stars over my head, I felt odd, it was 5000-years since I had been back here. I felt sounds of drums, it broke my silence, and deep thinking, and they sank into my being, as if they were pulling the cords of my heart, several harlots appeared and they got my attention, I could hear their deep breathing, I could see her deep lips, voiceless, she called me to her, Agdo. Then all of a sudden she was standing next to me, and her friends had gone; it was my silent wish to have her, she read my mind, and I knew you would want her, your first flesh, and from a beautiful woman.
Noge: You sure it was she?
Horrep: That one (pointing his finger at Agdo) I know it was her hands were on her breasts.
Noge: Yes! Then what? Did she speak? What did she say?
Horrep: Aye, what? This was her mystery, she didn’t need to talk, a gleam, a look, an echo in my mind, and she was all of this. I think it is God’s silence in her (the Jews magic); she can take enormous pain, she made love to me, and how many more. The girl is not dumb; she just does not tell her secrets.
Noge: She is the most loveliest and strange of all things, more beautiful than day and night.
Azaz’el: See her, she looks so placid, she looks for the end of us, destruction.

(Vii is now walking, moving slowly towards her)

Noge: I told him to leave her alone!
Azaz’el: We have other business to attend to; she has taken enough of our time. We must enter the gates of Jerusalem soon, and into the Valley for the battle. I know not why he fools with this hussy. She walks and makes no sound. She smiles and music comes from her. All things come for a reason.

(All the giants, demon, angelic renegades are looking at the woman, her eyes now cast down, all pause to look, to think, silently: who is she)

(Vii has stopped, he seems to be frozen, no one knows why, she has lifted her head a tinge, and her eyes see Vii that is all)

Semyaz: I remember once, a beautiful silver strange angelic being by the name of Ura’el came down to earth when we were cohabitating with the humans, God sent him, and he buried many of us for 5000-years, some of us here, others got away, but now we are all back, Beware now how thou dost see her, use her, lest you end up under stones like we were…!
Azaz’el: That is for her to prove, who she is.

(Now Azaz’el angry starts walking towards her, he has had enough of this parade of events she has created)

(Azaz’el is now standing by Vii, takes a hard blow to his head, wakes him up from a spell, or something)

Azaz’el: Stay with me (he tells Vii and then walks horridly to her). Her spirit and flesh are not of time, she has come from a different time then this, I know that, not sure why, or how, but I seem to have good second-sight today, unless she is communicating something to my mind silently.

(Now they are in front of her, and he goes to grab her, and at the slightest touch sudden wings come to defend her, out of her back, above her, below her waist, from her thighs. The wings have thorns on them, and create a sting if touched, they torment with their stings, and both Vii and Azaz’el’ step back)

Vii (stuttering): She has immortality.

Azaz’el: I will part those legs and those lips and rip her apart (now you see the gazing of lions in her eyes, and Azaz’el is unsure of what to do)

Agaliarept: the Henchman of Hell

(Agaliarept has now appeared at the site called: the Circle of Refiam. And he calls to Azaz’el, he knows who she is)

Agaliarept: I am, the General of a legend of demon in hell, and I am, Lucifer’s right hand man there: the Henchman of Hell they call me. I know who this woman is, Lucifer has sent me, he hears the chaos she is causing here. She is the daughter of Shamhat, the temple priestess of old Sumerian Uruk; dating back perhaps to 2700 BC, if not longer; the time of Gilgamish. She was the prostitute of Enkidu. Leave her daughter to her own, she is harmless, and only your distraction, Agdo’s penitence is this: you are her penitence.

(White doves appear and fly over her head, silver fire comes from her mouth, her breasts are not covered and other parts of her body covered by wings. Azaz’el is angry, and tries to get closer to her, to harm her, and Agaliarept shakes his head, he didn’t seem to listen to him, and time is of the essence. As Azaz’el tries to touch her again, she turns into a scarlet butterfly; and is gone.)

Semyaz: Yea! The northern armies have come now to overthrow Jerusalem, I have heard them fighting, and we were to join the battle ((Azaz’el looking for the butterfly)( Semyaz speaking to everyone but Azaz’el))
Horrep: This was a trick to lure me into lust, and then my son, who is innocent of such feelings, and now the battle of Jerusalem is lost because of us, I fear, over a harlot. She is the witch of God, of Israel.
Noge: Father, she is just a girl?
Horrep: Of course, what else, if Lucifer finds out we are condemned to his wickedness likened to the dogs of hell? She brought this doom upon us; Russia has attacked Israel, and a nuclear attack has taken place, Russia has lost many men (telepathically).

The Apocalypse of the Nosferatu Nephilm
[Circle of the Refiam]

[A month has passed since the battle] The first battle between Israel and the Northern Armies of the World has come and gone (Israel has had help, in winning the battle with its friends), and now a greater battle is developing between Israel and its enemies of: China, Europe and the Arab Confederation of states, and they are under one head, a Dictator of Europe, called by the Christian world and Israel’s inner circle as: the Little Horn [or the Antichrist]. As this battle develops, the giants of old, and new arrivals from the cosmos, the underworld, and other hidden places: come to the Circle of the Refiam; also the pits of hell have been opened and the scorpions demon have come up and out, by Azaz’el’s command, which he is in essence the legendary Scorpion King. These Scorpions are flying around the world stinging the death out of those who will not subject their wills to them and give their locality to the new king of kings, the Little Horn. Azaz’el has kept Agdo in prison, and many are using her sexually, to include Noge, his first love. They are at the Circle of Refiam, in Israel, in the valley, and have made campsites here and there, within the circle of rocks and bounders, and outside the Refiam Circle. Presently, Noge is outside with his father Horrep and Agaliarept, the Henchman of hell. Azaz’el is near by a bonfire. Roe the Captain is with his friend Horrep, Noge’s father.

Azaz’el’s Song

I have no old gifts for thee
No perfumes or Vampric words:
Only my hate that storms in me
Like the fires in the halls of hell
Whence the soul follows beyond the earth.

Ye, likened to the moon and sunrise
We are slaves to lustful illume ways
In the valley of sacred multiorgasmic
We have seduced the women of earth
And given birth to hybrid Nephilm.

Note: 5/28/06, #1353

Noge: Father why am I obsessed with lust for this Agdo?
Horrep: Oh yes, I feared this would happen, and especially with Agdo, the harlot of Shamhat, of Uruk. But I shall tell you the long story, in its short version; perhaps you will understand who we are more also. Nothing is as simply as you’d like it to be…

(at that moment more angelic and demigods were appearing at the Circle of Raphiam, as Horrep spoke to his son; there was Yegon: he was the one who had lead the children of the angels to earth and perverted them long ago; and Asb’el, showed up, he gave to the children of long ago, evil counsel, mislead them, and they defiled their bodies. And there was Gader’el, he showed the children of the people blows of death, and misled Eve. And Pinem’e: who taught the children how to use ink and paper; these angels were the ones who used the forces of earth and the angelic essence of the cosmos and with a cabbalistic formula created energy called MAGI (now called: Quantum Mechanics); as I was about to say son, nothing is like it seems.)

Noge: I know Azaz’el is the scapegoat; everyone talks about all the time that is about all I know I suppose. Who slew him long ago?
Horrep: It was Ura’el, God’s …nothing, we were all God’s angels before he sent Ura’el to bind us…
Azaz’el. ‘T was by sorcery he got loose to come back here I think.
Noge: He is deaf and blind to passion.
Horrep: Perhaps we don’t have none ourselves. We were dreamers back then, locked in the clouds, and lust condemned us, like dead lions.
Roe: Nay! It was God and Ura’el, and now we must make earth’s people die more slowly! Ura’el slew us all. This is not surely known; he left no mark upon us. Like marble he cloaked himself, and we could not harm him. Who fears not even the death, we did, but then I wanted to die myself, and couldn’t, for me, or us, death is simple an organism operating wherever it is sent. And now the Little Horn, the monarch comes to demand our help, with his trumpets forth. ‘T is strange he needs our keep, the king of sorcery, demon, and now this girl, whom is seemingly dumb, throws a curse on us all, torments us, we are born to lust.
Noge: But explain all this to me father, as you were about to before…!

[It is midnight, the demon and angelic renegades, the watchers as they are known are seated about the fire, in a semi-circle, and the lovely captive who had disappeared as a butterfly, now captured again, dances for the immortals, Agdo]

Horrep: As I was about to say: it all started somewhat like this: we watched the human females for a long time, and along with Azaz’el we all came down, all two hundred of us to participate in human sex, we could have multiorgasmic results, like females; human males could not, thus, they were irritable. Some of our children could only perform 50-climaxes, but that was more than the humans. And we Watchers were limitless. Then we went to Samara, and Anunnak, became kings, about 5000-years ago. There it all started, the selection of kings according to how many orgasms they could have, to prove they were of an angelic origin. Later on Gilgamish came into the picture; he may show up here yet.
The Scorpion King was praised by many, he is none other than Azaz’el, or Ptah, or the Divine Blacksmith, he was known by many names, he also help created the Vampric legends, which I will get to soon. Our lustful ways is what triggered God’s anger, and brought forward the Great Flood. I was part of all this history you know. I hid you for a long time. Anyhow, you have discovered multiple orgasms are possible for our kind, and we have no male refractory period; again I say, like human females. This was divine love, something human males could not compete with.
Nosferatu, the Vampire world came alive when we moved to… (a pause); I should explain who ‘we’ are in this story: we meaning: Samlazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kokablel, Tamlel, and Asael (Asael, again is Azaz’el) and myself, also known as sons of God. We were known as the Watchers, the Nephilm, the fallen ones, thus forfeiting our first estate forever, God forbid, but we did; there was two hundred of us, and it was an exodus to the land of Sumer, and then onward to a new location… we were brothers, and servants of God at one time; it may be she knows what use she is for us: we became obsessed even in Sumer as now, with eroticism, incest, pedophilia, sacred prostitution, as this woman is a symbol of our sexual freedoms we had long ago, and cultivated to the whole world, destined for, she sees us as sacrilege, but speaks with nods and silence to us, only allows us our pleasure…

(Noge interrupts: father, please get back to the story!)

…there was what we called ‘Hieros Gamos’ (the sacred marriage, for kings who had the capacity for leadership, also had to have the capacity for sexual reenactment with the priestess, it was the Sumerians we instructed in this multiorgasmic rite, Inanna (Gilgamesh’s mother), the de Goddess was the teacher.

(Noge interrupts: father, where did you go after Sumer?)

…I was getting to that son, be patient. They had sex for 30-hours, this rite of Uruk’s which we demanded of the kings, and so only demigods would be elected, or allowed to sit on the throne. Consequently, the Anunnak bloodline started, he was a Canaanite Nephilm you know, he taught women sexual pleasures. King Menes, also known as the Scorpion King, was the first Pharaoh; some of us went to Egypt, around 3500 BC. He was a decent of demigods, like you.
And for your question, after Sumer we went to the mountains, to Transylvania (the Raphiam of Romania), where Vampirism came to light. We were scattered all over the world, and this was one location. We had Rephiamic tribes hidden in the mountains. The stories of excessive sex, derived from us. Here the royal Racoci family line is in Saint Germaine, he lived you know 700-years, as was the mysterious count (Cmte).
And through our sexual encounters, we did bite a few people, and we had, or our sons had I should say, a disease, and they gave it to the humans; actually our kind was immune to its death, it spread, and was named tuberculosis; all because one day we decided to quench our sexual possessiveness.

Death Sentence

[Same location, the bonfire is burning high into the sky, flickers of fire fly about, there is some unrest with the demonic force that has come to the Circle of Refiam; now Noge and his father are alone standing back as they were, the others have joined the circle around the fire, and he, Noge asked the forbidden question…]

Noge: Father, what are we going to do after the next battle, for it is called the last Great Battle for the souls of mankind: Armageddon?
Horrep: A good question indeed, one I’d rather avoid. We shall not be immortal I fear from pain and suffering, through me, you will die as I will die, exactly how, I do not know, yet I know the day of reckoning is near, Judgment Day. A bed of stones is laid for us perhaps, humans see death differently, death to us, is a living thing, a life form shifted to paradise or a place of torrents, death lives on.
Noge: What God hath told you of these tidings I hear through thy lips?
Horrep: Blasphemy! That is we. The fire shall purge us. Where is God? That is our proof of our reckoning?
Noge: It is not that I wish to question you (Horrep interrupts: Agdo, remains silent on a bed of stones for many Nephilm) we should spread her upon the coals until she tells us what we want to know, who she is, who sent her)…Nay, not to thee nor any of our kind, but I know so little for such darkness to come to me shall I speak out to Him, to God?
Horrep: God has knowledge of our will; you stripped her, as she whimpered in a gaze, you have already been tested, and failed; her great eyes brought you down.
Noge: But it was you who brought her to me, so it is you I should blame for my shame, if I shall ever stand in front of God.
Horrep [eyebrows high, almost wanting to laugh]: (The girl is dancing naked round the fire now, as all the Nephilm, one after other, are rapping her—and Noge watches)
Yea, not beauty, but Hell is what you watch, cast out your eyes if you wish to talk to the God about mercy. For you lust as we lusted after flesh. It was simply your first encounter.

(And with no hesitation, Noge, plucked out both his eyes, and Horrep in horrid shock, walked away frazzled; thus, the deed was done, and all Noge could hear now was: we wait thy word, Azaz’el, give us our day of revenge…and the Nephilm started to stone Noge…then the same voice said: burn him!… and they did. And for the first time ever, they saw immortal flesh burn like human flesh. And these words came from Azaz’el: vanished god, be gone I shall see thy soul in Hell. And Horrep said: At least thou deist! And they all heard Noge’s last words: echo even after his death: ‘T is so attested in my faith.)

Inside the Mountain of Souls of the Dead

2008-03-17T08:08:00.000-07:00

((Impressions inside the Mountain of Souls of the Dead) (I suppose you can say, I looked death in the eyes, were all were dead inside this mountain, according to human earth understandings; or so the philosophers might say; or argue. And when death got too close to me, the angels banished them away, and I felt fresh again like a shot of penicillin. I wanted to say they all, seemed to look a bit mentally retarded, or having a mental illness, but it wasn't that, it was-one of the angelic beings whispered into my ear, unseeingly-soul sickness.
I felt-in this enclosure type setting-enclosed deep into a wooden drawer, shut tight, yet not forgotten, like the dead souls around me. I am sure the millions upon millions of souls here couldn't help but rummage through their brains, as I was, but not for the same purpose they were, completely, I would leave this place shortly, but they, yes, they were looking for a spiritual map to get them out of here, rummaging to find one, and of course there was not at the end of the trail. And I saw and heard, the many images came and go, to scorn me; deflated, sucking screams, panic spells))
((Impressions Inside the Prison House of Angels)(By the Canyon of Pain, my first impression was, or I should say, that came over me was, a reddish, and orange, and purple thickness existed within the atmosphere, a fog inside this cosmic vault. Being in war, Vietnam, in 1971, it reminded me of artillery fire all around me, and then came images, faces that snarled, I presumed warlords of a bygone era, now just rotten burlap swaying in a ripple of time. They had only rusty sabers to hold on to.))