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  1. Sunday Chapter talk on humility:

    You can’t escape the journey that is our lives.  If it is attempted things usually get worse.  That goes for life in the secular world as well as for those who are in religious and monastic life.  Below is a talk I presented to the community at Sunday Chapter on an aspect of Humility as presented in the Ruse of St. Benedict.  I speak often in the second person, but in reality, it is about my own struggles and healing on my Monastic Journey.  We each have our journey to complete and with God’s grace, we shall all arrive home.  Let us pray for one another and hopefully grow in compassion for all of our fellow travelers.


    Humility and Monastic Life

    I read once from the book “The road less traveled” by Scott Peck that people enter into community life, get married and even enter their work place for different reasons.  One reason is to ‘fight’.  I found that intriguing that he would put it so bluntly, but I believe true none the less.  Of course by ‘fighting’ he did not mean physical confrontation but the daily give and take in life that we have with others and the inner struggles that this can bring about for most people.  It sounds challenging, but when looked at objectively it is true.   We can be opaque to one another, unreadable even.  Yet we have to deal with each other on a daily basis.  In monastic life this can be a cause of deep suffering for many.  It is easy to look at the splinter in my brother’s eye, than to see the log in my own.  

    Chapter 7 of the ‘Rule of St. Benedict’ deals with humility.  In the first paragraph in that chapter, Benedict quotes this scripture verse:

    “For everyone who exalts himself shall be humbled,
    but the one who humbles himself shall be exalted "(Luke:  14:11)

    Humility roots us in reality and keeps us aware that all is seen before God….in other words we are naked children before him.  
    “Let him recognize that God is always looking down on him from Heaven: that all his actions, wherever he may be, and in clear view of the eye of God, and are at every hour presented to Him by His angels.

    A little further down Benedict says:

    "Calling to mind the Scripture, we have good reason to fear
    doing our own will:'  “Sometimes a way seems right to a man,
    but the end of it leads to death!” (Proverbs 16:25)

    They are dire warnings, yet even if they make us uncomfortable (perhaps they should) it is merely stating what is true.  What is that truth?  Our lives are important.  Our choices do have a deep profound affect on our inner lives and can lead to a quenching of love in our hearts.  This is a spiritual death, for in the Epistle of John it says that when we hate or lack love we are actually in darkness.  It brings to mind that the battle is not with others, but is in fact with ourselves.   When ‘self-knowledge’ is present, we do not treat others unjustly but keep the struggle within.  For we understand our commonality, that we each have a lot to deal with and can often fail.

    I believe that the battle engaged in by many in monastic life is the letting go of “I do it my way”, as the song goes. I am of course speaking of my own struggle.   Often when a brother annoys me, or angers me, I believe two things are at work.  The brother, to use a 12the step saying (more or less):  Is showing me my inside by reflecting back to me his outside”.  It is not conscious, this is natural and instant.  When we seek to grow in humility we can begin to ask ourselves questions about our reactions towards our brothers.

    We learn humility by ‘being humbled’, not by being insulted or humiliated.  When that is forgotten, it is then that we wound ourselves, often more grievously than truly understood.  More often than not, when I judge someone harshly, I am trying to distance myself from their pain and raw humanity.  It can be a form of numbing.  For in the end, sin is seeking to escape the reality of how hard life is, the struggle involved, as well as why we actually came here.  We are not called to close up and put up barricades, but to open up to one another and not be afraid of the messiness that involves.  

    The fourth step of humility is this:

    “When being obedient cause things to become hard, contrary, or even if wrongs re done to him,
    for him to nonetheless embrace the suffering with a quiet conscience, and not to grow weary, and not give i
    n to them, since the Scriptures says:  “but the one who perseveres to the end will be saved (Mt.  24:13)

    What does it mean “not to give into them”?  I would say it is our own inner voices, our reactions and our judgments that must not be given into.  These habitual reactions, from my own experience, is that I become anxious, disturbed and read into events things that are not there.  So the struggle is with ‘me’ not with my brothers much of the time.  Speaking with another brother to get to the bottom of the matter is another issue, but often necessary in order to learn how far off we can be when we judge others.  Judgment without clarification is a form of ‘personal infallibility, which leads to gossip, slander, and calumny.  These wrongs because they are so common, lead to their severity often being overlooked.  Unless of course I am the victim, then I see and experience it fully.

    Openness with the Abbot, which can be very difficult, is one way to offset the harm we can do to ourselves as well as to others and the community.  Our relationship with authority figures can be one of the most difficult hurdles to overcome.  If it is not, then both the abbot and the monk lose out.  

    Humility allows us to understand that ‘doing it my way’ may not always be the best way at all.  We all have insights about one another; we see each other foibles and shortcomings, often before the person being observed knows.  Or in fact may never know. This of course, goes for me as well.  Many in this room see things about me that I am unaware of.  Yet I see them in others and will often react instead of responding.  If this is not learned, how we see our reflection in other community members, then the monastic life can be one long drawn out ordeal that can lead to bitterness and isolation from the life of the community.  

    We are called to love ourselves, others and to serve one another.  In Monastic life, we have our own unique ways of doing that.  All forms of service to the community are very important, from being abbot to mopping the floor, when this is forgotten then someone else is burdened and the one who burdens does harm to his own heart and soul, even if not believed or understood.  It is a form of self-wounding, which in the end that is what sin is.  I can wound myself and then blame the community for my pain and feelings of isolation.

    To seek to grow in humility is also to seek inner healing, for when we learn to have compassion on ourselves, then we can also show compassion and empathy not only for community members but also for those who are in our far past and are the origin of some of our struggles.  So as we grow in humility we can be those who heal and not strike out and wound as we were wounded.  For men, this is often undervalued when it comes to others, however, another matter when we experience it ourselves.  Empathy is learned from experience.  It is the often gut-wrenching pain that others can cause me without realizing it that helps me to see how it can distress those I live with when I treat them in a harsh manner.

    When Jesus says that we have to become little children in order to enter the kingdom of heaven……  Could he be in reality telling us what we in fact are….children….and that what we often take for being a ‘mature adult’ is in reality, a form of childishness?   Being in control, dominating, always being right, is that really what we are called to be.  Children are childlike by nature and most adults love that.  They make us smile and with children we drop our defenses fro a least awhile.  Of course, there is nothing remarkable about this, it is in their nature. Until of course, life happens and they become ‘adults’, some may be so called ‘mature adults’.  The true miracle is when ‘mature adults’ become childlike and enter the kingdom of heaven while on earth.  It is a long process of death to self which is in reality, the doorway to a broader reality that is true adulthood I believe.—Br.MD


    This essay is the summary / conclusion for the previous 19 essays that are best read in the order they were originally written, starting with Essay 1, here:



    “The stars began to fray, and time and Earth washed hands in mischief.” 

    — Firdausi, tenth-century Persian historian

    “It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look.” 

    —Henry David Thoreau



    In our journey here, we’ve descended deep into the muck and thorns of life, and deep below the habits of mind and emotion, into the heart of the matter, and we’ve surfaced with a view that has the potential to offer renewable contentment and sustainable, even profound, happiness. If we invest effort into consistently contemplating the Five Steps and practicing their related exercises until they shape our vision, intentions, and actions, we’ll experience a radical reorientation to our lives, the human community, Earth and sky. We can step out of our discontentment, confusion, and dullness, and begin to see clearly the world and our place in it. Not filtered through narrow, inaccurate, droning fictions. Not distorted by obsessive conceptuality, robotic grabbing at and pushing away, and blinding beliefs. We can experience both a collective perspective and an organic individual identity that acknowledge our innate place in the human community, the life and order of Earth, and the rotations and punctuations of the sky. We can rewrite the source code of life so that we relate to the world in ways that benefit life rather than degrade it; in ways that rejuvenate patterns of thought that cause us to perceive ourselves as separate from everything. We can free ourselves from being hypnotically driven to frenzies of false euphoria or emotional distress, illness, blind and dangerous consumption, madness, and—ultimately—war of one kind or another. We can be contented and happy.
    These Five Steps keep the embers of organic sanity burning in our species during this increasingly dark season of decline and fragmentation. They protect us during this topsy-turvy in-between time as something dies before something new is born. They help us to realistically understand that there’s no solid ground, and they teach us to dance with the moving moments and seasons of life. We can meet the muck and thorns of life with a sustainable happiness that’s born of clear intentions and kind, effective action. We can be contented and happy as we reflect on the state of things in each moment from a well-lighted and lightened place. Our ancient ancestors incorporated this way of life into nearly every aspect of their societies and preserved the knowledge for us, as other elements of their societies dissolved into dust. They carefully preserved this way of life for us because they knew that we would critically need it now and in the coming years, as we move deeper into the closing storms of this world era. These Five Steps are a survival guide for the human species in a dynamic, twirling planet that’s embedded in a gyring solar system, galaxy, and universe.

    We can’t change the reality that life is tough here in this ever-changing planet and in our fragile bodies and minds that tend toward wild. We can’t stop the myriad movements of the heavens or their effects on our planet and its inhabitants. We can’t micromanage the entire earthsphere and cosmosphere. We can’t prevent Earth’s magnetic axis and electromagnetic field from adjusting to the constantly changing circumstances of the sun’s grand seasons. We can’t cling to this world era and we can’t shorten the challenging period of time between world eras. The endless seasons of times operating at all levels of existence and the jolting of the cosmic wheel are inevitable, and the human community is along for the ride. We can’t conjure stability and solidity with denial, intellectualized certainty, or comforting clouds of magic, mysticism, religion.

    Possessions, achievements, and sensory stimulations can’t create the solid ground that we squander our brief lives in chasing after. We can’t halt or control the myriad cycles of degeneration and regeneration within which all of life exists and that it depends on. We’ve crossed boundaries, exceeded limits, bankrupted everything … and now the ancient piper is piping once again and we’ll pay the price for our folly. We’ve been warned by our ancestors, and modern scientific knowledge is aligning with their preserved wisdom. Whether we choose to heed or ignore the warning is up to us. Either way, the world is simultaneously shedding itself and giving birth to itself, and there will be labor pains with the sloughing away of old skin. We do best if we accept and honor these messy realities, and work skillfully with them.
    At first, when we begin to understand the reality of our situation, it may seem like a joke, a B-grade Hollywood movie. Of course the Earth doesn’t periodically freeze, boil, flood, get bombarded, spit liquid fire, do the shimmy, and bring civilization crashing to the ground … does it? How could it? We’ve got smart phones and electronic tablets, supersonic jets, skinny laptops, laser surgery, and skyscrapers. We’ve got wi-fi and we’ve mapped the human genome. We’ve landed on the moon. Our mobile devices are buzzing and tweeting. We’ve been nipped and tucked, dyed and tattooed, and we look fabulous. We’ve got endless things to do and tons of stuff to buy. This cannot happen. Not to us …
    But it can. The secret is out and must be faced or be insane. It’s happened before, and it’s happening right now, internally and externally. It’s always happening—we just forgot and blinded ourselves. Exoterrestrial forces will continue to change. Earth’s electromagnetic field will continue to disorder. The ground under our feet will adjust to the shifting tides of the sun and moon. Rocks will fall from the sky. Volcanic eruptions will block the life-sustaining rays of the sun. Food, water, and other essential resources will at some point become scarce. In this time at the end of time, we’ll see an increase in starvation, species die-off, human disease, economic instability, escalating madness, declining consciousness and ethics, irrational violence, and social unrest. We’re moments from midnight. After a while, the reality will sink in: even our magnificent civilization can be brought down in a flash, despite our modern mythologies that we believe will protect us from the natural fate of all previous civilizations ever to form in Earth. Our world, society, and our life can and will fall apart at some point, in a relative blink of an eye. Our path is to adjust our vision so that it matches current realities, to see through the conventional reality that we’ve invented and cling to, and to cultivate clarity and kindness in the human community until things turns around again, which they will, everything turning in its season: 

    Spring, Summer, Late Summer, Fall, Winter …
    Generation, Expansion, Degeneration, Dissolution, Dormancy …
    Birth, Aging, Sickness, Dying, Death …

    When we look at our ancient and premodern ancestors’ relationship to the earth and the sky, we understand that the process described in the Five Steps was central to their view of the world and their place in it. Our ancestors incorporated an informed and balancing ecology of mind and life into their everyday intentions and actions. 

    •  In Late Summer, they emphasized reflection, the tending to circumstances because everything is in chaos and coming apart at the seams.

    •  In Autumn, they emphasized releasing (letting go of what isn’t useful) and consciously returning to the path because the old is dying and everything is again returning to the beginning.

    •  In Winter, they emphasized acceptance—the experiential realization of the interrelated and interactive relationship that exists between darkness/degeneration/death and light/regeneration/life.

    •  In Spring, they emphasized a refined and refining practical application of Winter’s realization.
    •  And in Summer, they emphasized enjoyment, knowing and celebrating their humble and integral place and purpose within the revolving Earth and gyring sky.

    It’s critically important to our survival as a species that we reexamine our ancestors’ sensitive and sophisticated legacy within the now-missing context of the precessional cycle and its continuous, periodically catastrophic effects. It’s time to acknowledge and cultivate their ancient relationship with and within Earth and sky. It’s time for their encoded knowledge and science to be understood and spoken again, in clear direct language, not hidden now. No more secret codes. What we refer to as mythology and ‘religious’ stories, the social codes and folk tales, symbols, architecture, geoconstuctions … all the fragmented traces and remains of an ancient advanced global civilization need to be methodically reexamined and reconsidered in the light of periodic generation and degeneration on a grand scale. Our entrenched assumptions, thought patterns, and beliefs about them must be revealed, deconstructed, and contested. Even the origins of common but ancient words that make up our languages contain references to and preserve knowledge of the ancient moving dance that we’re a part of. We must carefully brush away the layers of confused and forgetful misinterpretation, trimming away the dense jungles of cultural accretion and unconscious psychological, ideological, and religious projections of mind, so that the true context buried deep within shines through, illuminating the messages that have been sent forward in time for us, here at the end of time.
    And then we must preserve this ancient and now modern information and science for our descendants in clear and direct language. We must once again tightly weave it into our lives and stories, into our language, symbols, buildings, and songs, into our hearts and deep memory. And most important, we must weave it deep into the community with our intentions and actions in every moment and circumstance. A clear knowledge of the subtle and grand cycles that we are all a part of, this context of all life in Earth, is the glue that holds the human community together. When the community loses a direct and shared acknowledgement of this core context, we become self-obsessed, go mad, and destroy life on a grand scale, especially during the in-between phases when patterns and processes of degeneration are peaking. We must democratize this knowledge, and protect it from the greedy and aggressive who will try to dismiss and erase it, and from orthodox institutions that will again try to pervert it for their own power and gain—as happened with the burning of huge ancient libraries, the destruction of scientific ritual sites, the ongoing mystification and trivialization of ancient wisdom, and the strategic erasure of an awareness of the cycles of time from our senses and memory.

    Practicing the Steps may at first stimulate reactions of heightened fear, frustration, anger, grief, or hopelessness as we begin to see the enormity of what we’ve been blind to. It may be hard not to retreat into a familiar cocoon of fantasy, denial, and distraction. Curiosity and courage are needed. Commitment is important, as is knowing that every tight spot is also a portal. How we engage the future is determined by the quality of our awareness and thoughts, and by our intentions and actions in each moment. We hold the balance of life in trust for our descendants. We form one organism. Just as the mind and the body have deep memories, so the human organism as a whole has a long deep memory. Our ancestors’ experiences are encoded in our genetic memories. Our experiences will be encoded in our descendants’ genetic memories, like a candle flame passed to another candle before it burns out. When we’ve woken from the fog of amnesia and denial, and have returned to the wheel of life, we’ll reconnect with the wisdom of our ancestors and skillfully care for our descendants as we would for our own family and loved ones … as we want for ourselves. We’ll do unto others as we would have them do unto us, regarding everyone as kin.

    We practice the Five Steps for our descendants because this is a necessary condition for renewable contentment and sustainable happiness in our own lives and time. It’s important to understand that just as there is no contentment or happiness if we remain deeply alienated from the patterns and processes of Earth and sky, there is also no contentment or happiness if we remain alienated from the human community—past, present, and future. We’re all inseparable parts of a long, flowing river of human life, and it is now our turn to protect this river through this rapidly changing time, as the Sixth Extinction Event is happening all around us and within us.
    Starting at the Source

    The Five Steps are the answer to the question we asked ourselves at the end of Part I of this book: how do we live with the knowledge of continual punctuating change and periodic degeneration and regeneration at all levels of our existence, in every moment, from subtle to grand? Our ancient ancestors provided us with a clear answer to this in their carefully preserved messages sent forth in time: we enjoy life. We do this by paying attention, letting go, cultivating clarity and kindness, letting these awakened states of mind inform our intentions and actions, and bringing the resulting happiness to the muck and thorns of life, for the common good. Enjoyment is an action. It’s the sharing of our happiness with everything we meet in life—we en-joy, that is, we consciously infuse with our happiness, whatever circumstances we encounter. Enjoyment isn’t something we suck out of life, it’s something we bring to it. These Five Steps sharpen our vision (Reflect), detoxify our mind (Release), reveal the heart of the matter (Realize), reorganize our intentions and actions (Refine), and remap our lives (Revolve), no matter what’s on our plate. They are at once profound and profoundly simple. If we practice them consistently, then we cultivate renewable contentment and sustainable happiness. By walking the Five Step path, we’re returning to and continuously turning the wheel of life, in balance with the turning seasons of the natural world and the Great Turning of the precessional cycle. This results in an enjoyment of our life and the world.
    There will be those who will dismiss the Five Step process of familiarization and engagement, pointing out that they don’t offer material solutions, political strategies, or social policies. They will be right, though shortsighted in their observation. It’s common in modern society for people to think that the many serious problems in society and the natural world require that we set aside our personal development and focus entirely outside ourselves on social activism and the development of social policy and political solutions. These problems have been identified as existing “out there,” separate from us. We think that society has the problem or that the natural world has the problem, and it’s up to us to control these unruly entities that aren’t meeting our unrealistic expectations of them. Entities that we unconsciously think we’re separate from. These problems are often described in the language of war, in militaristic terms, as if we’re being attacked by them. This pattern of thought is identical to the thinking that creates nearly all of society’s problems (as we prefer to frame them), blinding us to the elephant in the room (our everyday madness of alienation) while ignoring the law of cause and effect and our ongoing involvement in the creation of what are actually our problems and reflections of how we think and act. When we think of these problems as somehow separate from us, as existing “out there,” we feel embattled and this seems to justify aggression toward them, and it directs our attention away from our everyday complicity in their creation and maintenance. This finger pointing is a symptom of a surplus of powerlessness that we participate in the creation of.
    It’s important that each one of us realize that it is the quality of our own sanity and vision that creates society, determines the quality of society, and gives form and flavor to society’s relationship with, and effect on, the natural world. If we’re not seeing the big picture that’s hidden from our view by our own self-absorption and its attendant neurosis, and if we’re not conscious of the effects of our own grabbing at and pushing away patterns of thought, belief, and action that defend our delusional separate, solid, certain identity, then all our best efforts to solve the problems “out there” will fail. If we try to solve problems in our life and society without acknowledging what we have hidden, denied, and ignored, and without dissolving the grabbing and pushing patterns in our own state of mind and their effects on our intentions and actions, then our efforts continue to manufacture, magnify, and entrench problems, instead of dissolving them.
    Before we attempt to determine solutions for dealing with the problems of life and society, we have to work with our own vision first by paying attention, letting go of conditioned thought patterns, reconnecting with relational reality, and then refining our intentions and actions in ways that beneficially and effectively work to create the conditions for a healthy life and society that are in balance with the patterns and processes of the Earth and sky. When we do this, then we can deal with life and circumstances as they actually are, awake and unchained from our fictions and unconscious reactions to the cycling hills and valleys of existence, and free from our materialistic illusions of separateness, solidity, and certainty. When we do this, our activism, policies, and solutions will be effective, harmless, and liberate us from those who exploit our everyday madness for their own gain and power. When we become clear and kind, our intentions and actions will be reflections of these awakened and beneficial states of being. These states of being will then organically minimize our destructive impact on life and society.
    Clarity and kindness, and the contentment and happiness that arise from them, are a powerful combination. This combination is not passive; it’s an engaged, committed, and active presence in our life, society, and the world—it can be sharp, strong, and committed, yet at the same time receptive, caring, and refining. This combination is a great untapped energy resource that we’ve radically limited our access to. It’s flexible and adaptable, renewable and sustainable. It’s free, and with it we’re freed and free to change the world. The freedom to change the world starts with each one of us, from the inside out, if we cultivate this balanced and effective energy of life, unbound by unhealthy patterns of thought and action.

    But before we can change society, we need to return to our senses and change our minds. We can rediscover Earth and sky and perceptually reconnect with their dynamic nature. However, we can’t do this if we only see their nounness and ignore their interrelated and interactive verbness. A central part of our madness is that we unconsciously assume that we can conceptualize our way through every problem. Thinking is critically important; however, without first training our mind and cultivating an organic, consistent, nonconceptual, preverbal way of knowing that results in a reciprocally direct relationship with the systems in which we’re embedded, all of our grand conceptual strategies and organization efforts will just result in spinning our wheels. We have to know Earth and sky from the inside out, feeling them moving at the heart of the matter, inside ourselves. We can cultivate a clear connection to just what’s real, which will enable us to unite with others in a kind and effective way. There’s nothing naïve about clearing our vision and changing our minds. What’s naïve is believing that we must first fix everything that makes life tough before we can be happy. As Mahatma Gandhi, a brilliant master of political strategy and social policy, said:  “The outward freedom that we shall attain will only be in exact proportion to the inward freedom to which we have grown at a given moment. And if this is a correct view of freedom, our chief energy must be concentrated on achieving reform from within” (Gandhi 1928).
    Something Is Dying, Something Is Being Born

    Time is moving very fast here at the end of time, like the final grains of sand rushing through one hemisphere of an hourglass to the other before time runs out and the hourglass is flipped to start anew. We’re beginning to sense, palpably, that something old is dying and something new is being born. Such times of grand transition are monumentally challenging. We don’t know what’s coming, or when. We have a long haul in front of us, and it won’t be easy. It’s going to continue to get worse before it gets better. The force of what we’ve created will continue to take its toll until it’s exhausted itself, as the world continues to disorder itself before settling in a new order. This sobering knowledge is in stark contrast to the central marketing message that permeates modern society and everyday perception … that we should continue with our habits, work harder, and buy more. In this darkening and turning time we must begin to repair the rips in our perception by reweaving our relationship with the senses and the heart. We must reclaim a clear vision that includes all living beings and the processes and patterns of the natural world, Earth, and the sky. We must cultivate a lightened and lighted clarity and a life-embracing kindness, extending them outward into society, looking out for each other and all living beings, making sure that everyone is cared for. This will mean reordering our priorities and the habits, personally and collectively, supported by our commitment to the preservation of the essence of civilization and the safety of the human species.
    Civilizations come and go like clouds in the sky. Our towering global civilization, like all previous high civilizations, will be repeatedly tested and will finally crumble to dust. There’s no knowing when. The focus of the Five Steps presented in this book is to do what we can to protect and pass along the essence of civilization, not this particular degenerating material civilization, which at some point will need to be let go of. Our clarity and kindness, contentment and happiness, and the love that radiates from them, are now critically needed for each of us and humanity to avoid being sucked into the maelstrom’s vortex, no matter what circumstances we encounter. We can do this. We can keep contentment and happiness echoing throughout the endless cycles of time. First we tame and train the mind, and then we live the effective freedom of renewable contentment and sustainable happiness, with which we can change our life and society in ways that contribute to humanity’s wellbeing and survival as this bumpy perilous time unfolds. This is skillfully placing the horse before the cart. It’s also the way to live a meaningful life. Our modern society has a small, impoverished, shallow definition, understanding, and experience of happiness. This charade of happiness, propped up by grabbing at and pushing away to protect a cherished amnesia and an illusion of separateness, solidity, and certainty, is always fleeting, dissatisfying, and ultimately meaningless. It follows then that modern people would think that meaning is found separate from happiness. Real happiness, inseparable from clarity and kindness and the effective contentment their union gives birth to, doesn’t create a craving for meaning. The craving for meaning, endemic in modern society and easily exploited, is a symptom of being lost in our madness of alienation. When we’re rooted in the patterns and essences of the body, the human community, the Earth, and the sky, then meaning is none other than happiness.
    Will you choose the familiarity of a discontenting, diseasing, and endangering “me” madness? Or will you choose to be wide awake at the uncertain wheel of life, sowing, cultivating, and sharing the seeds of contentment and happiness for all living beings, those present and those to come? Both options take a lot of energy and work, but they are radically different experiences with radically different effects that determine the quality of our lives and all of life. Choose carefully, and know that not choosing is a choice for much more of the same. If you choose contentment and happiness, then it’s important to keep in mind that the concepts and data presented in this book, while useful, are secondary to a committed and consistent practicing of the exercises at the end of each of the Five Steps. Without an experiential knowing from within, the concepts and data only contribute to more “talking talking” in the head … they’re just words, and as the writer Joseph Conrad said: “Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.” 
    And remember, time is running out …

  3. StarGate33

    Latest Entry

     On September 1, 2007

    I went into a twilight Vision that would playout over the next year, during my sleep.Though they would come sporadically sometimes with months between each vision.On September 1, 2007 was when I saw ,some of what I will begin to tell you.   I will try to explain this the best that I can so that you can picture it the way I received it. I will note that it was not long after this that I began to see strange things in the night skies. To which I have had witnesses together with myself, see these things as well.

    Here goes.....

    I was.standing in a large crowd, like people gathered together for a concert. I was in a large glass building. I cannot recall if there was a roof or not, but there appeared three very bright stars, high up overhead of us all.  Out of the three stars stepped a man in a white tunic, he walked downward towards me, as though there were invisible stairs. I started to look around at the crowd of  people who were talking to each other and not paying attention. Can you see him. Don't you see him, I started asking, trying to get someone, anyone to look. No one even looked at me.  I started to become loud. How could no one see this. The people ignored me and kept talking to each other. As he got closer  I could see he had curly short medium brown hair and glasses (of all things ) he was maybe around thirty something and had a very peaceful presence. He stood to my right, we were shoulder to shoulder , I never turned my head to look at him , I don't know why.  He  never spoke he just put knowledge in my head which I was receiving telepathically. I didn't find it strange at all while it was happening. This is what I then saw......

    The very next thing I knew,  I seemed to be viewing the earth from space  (I know strange, but hold on it gets stranger). I knew the angel or man or messenger was with me,  a little behind me still to my right. I began to hear a humming a vibrational hum, coming closer from somewhere. As it became closer it became painful to hear not because of  how loud but there was actual pain in the sound, it was the sound of pain a pain I will never be able to explain. It was a sadness and a hopelessness and a desperation I will never be able to explain. Within my very being  I felt it all. The hum was alive. The messenger I knew was with me the entire time, though it brought little comfort because I felt everything. The next thing I was falling and falling. I was falling inside the hum, encompassed by it ,like along dark tube of pain. Every emotion brought by pain was inside the hum. It was unexplainable. The fall seemed forever the further I fell the more magnified then pain. The pain began to become physical as well. My body became heavy began and I could feel searing pain in every part of my body and I could feel  light  itself, leaving my body. I could not escape 

    Upon  the earth I fell,  all the emotions and  pain were still there, then I saw behind me thousands  upon thousands of others falling to the earth as well. They were dark like shadow people but they were very  tall. No male or female, no faces, just dark human forms. They screamed and howled in a way so painful, I will never be able to explain it. It was     unhuman. There was a grief and sadness in their howls, I will never forget.  They kept trying to move back up into the hum as if trying  to ascend upward, but they could not,  as though they were stuck to the earth. The earth was dark and desolate. It seemed no life could survive there. I wasn't sure if this was the result of after humanity or before  The ground was like red dirt or clay. Then I saw the shadow people begin to congregate, I could feel they're sadness and pain had turned to bitter rage surpassing hate, resentment a  sense of betrayal..... I saw one  of them kneel before the hum and fall forward on its  hands and knees in grief. It's sorrow and despair (that I also felt) was so much so  that death could not not even rescue it.. It seemed an eternity,  that I felt and watched this. The others begin to mock the one that remained sorrowful. They begin to attack it and seemed to hate it. I sensed,  They detested  it's  continued grief  and sorrow, as their own pain  had  gave way  to  the very essence of hate and evil and a feeling of the most vile resentment. 

    Then I saw that one , divide, and it  become two and it disappeared into the ground of the  earth. As though it were pulled in. I thought maybe it was given the gift of  death for its  wretched suffering. The messenger who was with me, "asked" me if I knew who that was, but I did not.

    I looked to see that the red clay on the ground in front of me begin to move and rise and fall and take form . The messenger  relayed to me these words....

    "Before darkness was without light there was and is an Eternal knowledge, redemption is born from  this knowledge."

    Again he asked me, Do you know who that was that became two? Still,  I did not know.  I looked and the clay had taken form of  a human, a  man. He looked like a sleeping sculpture of damp clay. Like a man covered in Tawney muddy clay that had formed right  out of the earth. I heard the hum again and  it seemed to be right over him and his chest begin to rise and fall.

    Again the messenger asked me...Do you know who he is? 

    At that moment I knew exactly who it was.

     Then my vision had ended and I woke, but it was then I began  to understand things that.... nobody wants to know.  This was just the beginning of hidden knowledge that would come to me over the course of a year and even now.

    I will not tell directly tell you the meaning of what you just read.. if you do not yet understand ,but I will tell you this......

     " We are not without redemption, as well we "were" not without ego rebellion and greed, but it was and is, the Eternal knowledge that has allowed  "man " to become a "creation" of redemption".



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    The index so far

    1) pocket of poems ~ 10 poems

    2) pocketful of poems ~ 10 poems

    3) a pool of poems ~ 10 poems

    4) an eye of poems ~ 10 poems

    5) a shadow of poems ~ 10 poems

    6) a petal of poems ~ 10 poems

    7) a painting of poems ( updated September 27 2015)


     ~ Shorts and Rags


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    When I was a teen, me and my family bought a modest-sized house in a quite neighborhood on the outskirts of New Albany, Ohio. The house was in rough shape, a real fixer-upper. But Mum said the house had "potential" and we spent most of the summer renovating the outside of house. Replacing old boards and re-plastering the walls, but what struck me as odd was that the outside of the house had 12 windows in total, but I only ever counted 11 inside. I brought this up to my Dad, "Son, you know these old houses, patched and rigged beyond recognition, that window is probably behind the shower now or something." He told me. I didn't pursue the question any further, my parents already though I focused too much on the trivial things in life.

    By the time August rolled around we had fully moved in, me, my Mum and Dad and my younger sister. My room was on the second floor, near the back of the house, which gave me a great view of our back yard and my Mum's garden, or what was left of it, for the chill early fall air had killed off most of the flowers. But Mum was persistent and still tried to nudge the flowers into life. I was busy reading one of new books when I happened to look up and notice one of my sister's "My Persnickety Pony" dolls on my shelf. I sat my book down and when over to remove the doll. "Sally!" I called, "Come get your stupid horse out of my room!" I heard my sister long before I saw her, she sounded like a herd of elephants when she ran. "Mrs. Crabapple there you are." She said as I handed her the horse. ""Mrs. Crabapple" needs to learn that she doesn't belong on my shelf Sally." I said as I pointed to my shelf and the replica skull "Mrs. Crabapple" was next to when I found her. Then I realized that the shelf was too high up for Sally to have placed the doll. "Hey, uh Sally..." But before I could ask her how she had pulled that off, she had ran back to her room.

    I tried to rationalize how she could of put the doll up there, but I couldn't think of anything. There's no way Dad would have let her drag a ladder upstairs, and my bed was too far away from the shelf for her to stand on it. I'm overthinking this. I though to myself, and soon the event was out of my mind. The next few weeks passed without much incident, until one late September day when I was out front raking leaves when a couple of local kids came riding up on their bikes, they were about my sisters age. "Hey, can Sally come out and play?" One asked me. "No, I'm sorry but Sally isn't home, she had a doctor's appointment today." I told them. The second kid pointed at the house, "Your lying, I can see here right there in the window!" She said. I turned and looked where the kid was pointing. The window at the far right of the house, the one that didn't lead anywhere. "There's no one in that window, it doesn't go anywhere". I told them. "Sure there's someone in it, they have long blond hair, like Sally!" The first kid said. "She looks sad, is she in trouble?" The second kid asked. I looked again at the window, but still didn't see anything. The kids soon rode off, I guess no longer in the mood to play. I'd be lying if that little event didn't give me the chills. After I was done raking the leaves I headed inside to read for a bit, when I got to the top of the stairs, I looked off towards where the window should have been on the inside of the house, but there was only a wall. Me and my sister's room were across the hall from each other, on opposite ends of the house, if there is enough space for my sister's room to be at the front of the house, could it be possible that...

    "Dad I think our house has a hidden room!" I told my Dad at dinner that night. "Pfft, and I'm the Duke of Brookshire. Son, I know every inch of this house, there are no hidden rooms." He said in his usual dismissive tone. "But Dad, today these kids said they saw a little girl in that window, that darkened one." I tried to explain to him. "Son, their kids, kids say all kinds of things. Really, a little girl in the window? You need to lay off of the horror flicks." He said. That night I laid in my bed thinking things over, and I decided that first thing in the morning, I was going to open that hidden room, and prove to my Dad that I was right.

    Once my parents had left for the day, and Sally was off at her playdate, I went and got my Dad's old toolbox and started to work. The end of the hall was covered in wallpaper, but with a little probing I was able to find an old metal latch beneath the wallpaper. I pryed away the wallpaper and found an old oak door, bolted shut and flush with the surrounding wall. "Yes! I was right." I proclaimed to myself. I carefully unhinged the latch and pulled the door open, it was surprisingly heavy and creaked and groaned with resistance. What I found inside made my blood run cold, the room was done up in pastel colors, and filled with girly flourishes. A layer of dust covered the room, and there, in the tiny bed lay a little skeleton. She was dressed in a light-colored gown and tiara. Bits of hair still clung to the diminutive skull, and one bony hand clutched a crayon, worn down into a nub. On the wall, scrawled in crayon was the words "I was a bad girl, and they left me, I was a bad girl, and they left me..."    


  6. first off I got to say 2016 was a hell of a year and in my opinion horrible. It wasn't the politics or anything else it was just that so many people died this year. Especially people I admire such as David Bowie. I always listened to his songs on the radio when I was a child and I liked them growing up and knowing he died makes me feel sad. I liked him especially since he collaborated with Arcade Fire which was awesome how they played Wake up, which also is one of my favorite bands. I just hope 2017 doesn't have so many deaths this time.

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    Slow morning on the farm. Woke up to four deer milling around in the yard. Now that hunting season is over, they feel it's safe to come out of the forest and chew on the trees and shrubs in my yard. Apparently forest trees don't taste as good. 

    I put a mineral block behind my house to give the deer some salt and micronutrients. I figure the hunters can taste the difference in their venison roasts and deer jerky. One of my neighbors gave me a pound of deer sausage one winter after the local butcher shop processed his buck. I made a batch of deer sausage chili in the crockpot, and it was hands-down the best chili I've ever eaten.  

    The deer don't normally lick the mineral block itself. They prefer to lick the dirt around the block. I don't know why they do that. It's like going to a Las Vegas buffet and licking the tablecloth.

    Not much traffic on the gravel road in front of my house. Most weekday mornings, during rush hour, I count at least three pickups speeding by on their way to work at the John Deere dealership or the plastics factory in town. This being a work holiday, I've only seen one pickup. If my calculations are correct, that means a 2/3 reduction in traffic flow. 

    I almost had another kitchen disaster this morning. I made the coffee too strong, so I poured some more water into the coffeepot reservoir, forgetting there was still some coffee in the carafe. Fortunately, I recognized the sound of coffee boiling on the hotplate and I ran to the kitchen to rectify the problem before it got out of hand. After years of living on my own, I've become very adept at handling kitchen disasters. 

    Well, Happy Day Two of 2017 to everyone!

  8. Debs

    I recently saw a silly little Meme on Facebook about aliens discussing us (humans), and all the things

    It really struck me that we are not what we propagate.  And that is sad.

    We pride ourselves on being evolved,  but we focus on fights of physical adaptation, yet we don't focus on evolving in our thinking and our behaviour towards each other. We propagate freedom of speech,  yet we criticise when people say what they think. So our behaviour is actually preventing some from speaking out...

    Then again we have.people saying in public how they will kill others because of.the difference in creed, colour and religion.  How is that evolved?  Wouldn't a society that has grown be more 'lets make a plan' than 'you are in my way'?

    Our fear of that that is different and unknown is the driving force for our actions since we then act in self preservation instead of for the good of the.collective.

    It's a challenge,  I was thinking, if there really is intelligent life 'out there' what do we offer them? If they have mastered space flight, and (for argument sake) are visiting planets, what would they think of us? We don't stand together, we destroy each other (and sometimes ourselves or our loved ones).

    We form little groups within the big groups as to sustain ourselves, yet we don't stand United in a common goal. Imagine if all the minds combine their knowledge for a common goal,  we would certainly excel.

    I just wonder if the 'aliens' are.pointing and laughing, saddened or in shock when they look at us on our planet.... 

    I live here....and I mostly just shake my head....

  9. As long as I keep waking in the morning I'll keep moving right along.

    There's no sense in sitting sulking over what did not become.

    All the points where it would have been fun if someone had of seen it my way, but their not doing so having kept me from living out dreams. 

    They only serve to keep me miserable. 

    Tomorrow I'll see a new potential outcome that might come to fruition. 

    It'll be fun tending it, believing in it, and trying to make it reality. 

    Maybe it'll work out for me : maybe it won't. 

    Maybe the success and each subsequent one after will catapult me to the top of the world. 

    Maybe I'll just wind up needing words similar to these to help pick me back up and keep me moving forward. 

    Who knows?

    Ultimately, it's really not all up to me. 

    But, as long as I keep waking in the morning I'll keep moving right along.

  10. When the word "introvert" is mentioned people will often think of some anti-social hermit who hates people and sneers in disgust if anyone so much as looks in their direction. This is somewhat an understandable assumption given that this is how society tends to portray them.

    I, my self, am introverted; this does not mean I hate people or dislike interaction. On the contrary if I am with one or more people I am comfortable with then I can talk about subjects that we might be interested in. I can talk, laugh, joke, enjoy movies and all that jazz like anyone else. The only differences being that I do not require the same amount of interaction as others; I generally prefer to keep quiet and just listen and observe. If I am at someones home and it gets too chaotic for me then I generally excuse myself and retreat to the restroom to obtain a few moments peace to clear my head from all the mental chatter and slag.

    For me quiet time means reading, watching a movie or tv, playing a video game or some other activity that doesn't require noise and interaction.  Granted I am not well informed about the latest movies or shows nor do I keep up on the latest music trends because it doesn't really pique my interest so I tend to avoid commenting on such topics; if one wants to truly talk of subjects that go beyond the mundane and superficial then you have my attention.

    However there are those few who truly shun any sort of interaction and will go to great lengths to avoid it even if it means moving out into the country. Fortunately those types are pretty rare; but we do have a society that values mindless blathering over quietness and contemplation and those who prefer to be left alone and choose interaction on their own terms are often viewed as ill, anti-social or just down-right defects of society.

    Like a online comic stated: I simply value silence in a world that never stops talking.

  11. Our friends from the Galaxy in general, Zarkor and Zerak, have been celebrating Christmas, an obscure Earth holiday.


    Zarkor especially is interested in our obscure galactic species. Of course, he considers us an inferior species, as he considers all life-forms except his own as inferior. I think he is only insecure in this sense, having been born a poor orphan. He means well.


    Thing is, he got to liking Earth punk music on a random fly-by looking for an adventure. This is what first interested him in Earthlings. He even attended a punk rock concert on Earth. Funnily enough, no one considered his presence unusual that evening.


    Zerak can’t quite understand Zarkor’s interest in Humans and their various cultures. He likes to relax in his home on his private planet, keeping tabs on various planetary system stock markets. Zarkor likes to be on the move, looking for exciting adventures. Usually he talks Zerak into joining him with precarious results.


    Zarkor’s Dumb Luck Brain Implant usually saves the day.


    Anyway, they both enjoy the Earthling Christmas season. Galactic holidays generally consist of squid-like creatures performing unintelligible rituals that we would definitely not enjoy participating in.


    So, Merry Christmas from Zarkor and Zerak. (By the way, 'Zarkor's Christmas Story' I've posted in the 'Writer's and Artist's Hangout' section here. Zarkor believes in Santa, maybe you should, too.)  ::)





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  12. She never wants me. 


    She wants anyone. 

    She takes me when Prince Charming is with somebody else. 

    I'll always fail to be good enough for her though. 

    She was the object of my affection, fascination, obsession. 

    The right word for it depends on the phase in life. 

    No matter how it's described at the end of the day living happily ever after with her has been one of if not my biggest goals. 

    I've grown tired of fighting like cats and dogs. 

    With her. 

    With the world after she can't stand it, and subsequently needs me to tell it to change. 

    I get it she's too good for her life, and deserves better. 

    I'm done being in her way, and keeping her from having it.

    I wish her the best. 

    Will somebody wish me the strength necessary to not bend to her will when she tries to settle for putting up with me after the cover of the book on the fairy tale ends up looking funner than the story inside actually is; because the kingdoms green grass has to be maintenanced, and it just so happens to take work from all parties even the princess. 

    I've always been putty in her hands. 

    She's always taken full advantage of it. 

    They say if you love something let it go. 

    If it comes back it loves you too.

    What do they say about it coming back then wanting to leave again?


    It always comes back. 

    While gone it's looking for the same thing it wants from me. 

    Too much! 

    Is there a point where it's okay to say these doors are no longer open to it?

    How does one make themselves mean it?

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    The Gravetard Crow

    Strange days have found us... He is here once again.. A man with no face wearing a very worn out mask... He has no name but he goes by The Graveyard Crow. The more you think about him, the closer he gets to you, ready to remove your eyeballs with his own fingers.

    His house is next to a cemetery where a lot of people reside in there, underneath the dirt... Some are alive and screaming and trying to get out but completely out of strength and with their bodies disfigured by the Graveyard Crow and his "playful" nature. He likes to remove eyeballs, cut the limbs and cut open the stomach. This man knows no boundaries he does as he pleases. Nobody has ever identified him. Don't forget to not think about him, the more you do... the closer he gets to you.

    Death is a mercy that you will not face if you're caught by the Graveyard Crow.

  14. I've had a male Gang around me for over 20 years now. And I still dont understand how they think. 

    Two boys, and a husband, I am very aware of their, let's just say ..... differences. Men think differently.

    Let's go back to Crate day, a Kiwi tradition since circa 2005. The first Saturday in December is now crate day.. this is a crate beer-crate.png

    The goal is to start the day with one of these and end it with an empty wooden box. It's not a big goal, it's not an enlightened goal, but it is a goal.

    Crate day is not limited to just the males, many women attempt participation. So this blog is not about the beers.

    It's about what happened after the beers... 

    I have a young man in my house who apparently had a good time on Crate day, he has a black eye.

    It involved boxing gloves, a back yard fight club, (I've seen the videos but I'm not allowed to talk about it) and him and his friends beating each other to a pulp.

    Then they all went to the movies and McDonald's on Sunday, black eyes, bruising, and swollen chins.

    Good times....good times...:unsure2:

  15. Prologue

    My name is Peter J Blattch and I have been involved in journalism for some thirty years or more. One of the first lessons I learnt as an investigative journalist is, being there on the front lines as a story unfolds in order to get an accurate account of the events. Ever since then I have travelled extensively throughout the world and have been at the forefront of civil unrests, marched with protesters against totalitarian regimes and, most recently, went undercover to expose governmental and corporate corruption; an assignment which unexpectedly segued me into chronicling drug trafficking and the seedy underbelly of the sex trade. These assignments were instrumental in the furthering of my career.

    But fortunes change, and the capricious Fates who had woven the tapestry of my life now had other things in mind for me. In the course of my work I had made many powerful enemies, men who would stop at nothing to silence me. They almost succeeded. It would take months before I recuperated sufficiently from the gunshot wounds I had sustained during the drive-by shooting that left me fighting for my life. Though many suspected the hit was sanctioned by one of the Mexican drug cartels I had exposed earlier in the year, the subsequent investigation into them led nowhere. It did, however, have a serious knock-on effect to my career; insofar as no-one would hire me for fear of being caught up in further reprisals. I had in effect become persona non-grata. My days as a feature writer and undercover investigative reporter had, to all intents and purposes, come to an end and I found myself covering fringe stories normally doled out to rookie reporters. But what the hell! At least they paid the bills.

    I was not embittered by the events that overtook me. I went into this business knowing full well the dangers involved. Nor was I resentful towards those colleagues who had given me a wide berth – most of whom had families to consider. I was already contemplating early retirement at around this period. Now, I reasoned, was as good a time as any to bow out gracefully. But a string of events was about to unfold that would rekindle my journalistic instincts, and my retirement plans were put on an indefinite hold.


    Chapter One: The Package

    About six weeks ago, I received a package through the post that anyone else would have ignored or thrown out with the garbage. Getting ‘snail mail’ is rare, and when I do it’s usually from the fringe elements of society who claim to have dated Bigfoot, seen alien bases on the Moon, and the like. A UK nursing home listed on the return address caught my attention. On opening the package, I discovered a hand-written letter and a voluminous journal; attached to which was a first-class, round-trip ticket to Britain and two thousand US dollars in cash. This was uncommon to say the least. Intrigued, I began reading the attached letter.

    In the latter part of my waning career I had met and interviewed more than my share of crazies, weirdoes, and conspiracy theorists, but what I read in the letter and journal went beyond the pale. If this was a hoax it was a very expensive one on behalf of the perpetrator. Was it the ramblings of an unsound mind? Possibly. What the letter and journal divulged was inconceivable to say the least, but my journalistic instinct and curiosity got the better of me and so I determined to look further into it to see how far this particular rabbit hole went.

    They were written by one Lucian Dragomir. The introductory letter was merely a precis of what I would find in his journal, in which he recounted the history of his battle against malevolent forces whose activities went largely undetected and unopposed. He has entrusted me to share this knowledge with the world and has assured me that were I to accept his offer irrefutable evidence awaited me in the UK to remove any doubts I had regarding the veracity of his tale.

    According to what he had written, Lucian was born into a large family of humble origins on a small farm in Romania shortly after the hostilities of the Great War had come to an end. Life was challenging for the poverty-stricken Dragomir family during the post-war years, but they confronted each test with an unwavering fealty borne of a close-knit family. Despite their impoverishment, he grew up to be a happy child. With the passing of the seasons, however, he had his first confrontation with death. A harsh and prolonged winter held the country in an icy grip. Enfeebled by a long illness, his mother finally succumbed to her infirmity and passed away. Her passing was to have a profound effect on the carefree Lucian whom, in his naivety, had believed she would always be there for him. As the years passed the harsh realities of life struck yet again with the untimely death of his childhood sweetheart, Ileana Ardelean.

    Romania is home to many myths and legends concerning all manners of assorted horrors that are said to hide in the shadows. Almost from the time they could walk Lucian and Ileana had been versed in their country’s traditions and folklore, and as children heeded the warnings never to go into the forest unaccompanied by an adult. But things took an unexpected turn on reaching adolescence when their long-term friendship changed course and they became lovers. Following a brief courtship, they were betrothed to one another and the date for their wedding was set well in advance of the expected happy event.

    For Ileana and Lucian that date seemed an eternity away and, as is the case in many love affairs, they were feeling an overpowering and ever-present need to consummate their relationship. That opportunity was to present itself at an annual folk dance festival being held in the village that year. Motivated by powerful hormonal changes, Lucian snuck from the celebrations into the forest and waited for Ileana. It was an ill-fated assignation from the outset and one which would alter the course of Lucian’s life forever. For Ileana, they would be the last horrifying moments of her life.

    Here, in Lucian’s own words, is an extract taken from his journal of that fateful night.

    Resting beneath the beech tree where we had carved our names, I closed my eyes and listened to the sprightly tones of the fiddle and backing accompaniment rising up from the village. Time seemed to slow as I waited patiently beneath a full moon for Ileana to appear at our designated rendezvous spot in the forest. She was late, and I began to wonder if she had been waylaid by someone at the festival and was waiting for an opportune moment to slip away unnoticed.

    There are many different scents in the forest; most of which I was accustomed to on a daily basis. That night, however, I smelt a strong musty odour drifting on the night breeze. I knew instantly what it was. Born with an eidetic memory, I recalled with crystal clarity an incident that had taken place when I was no more than five years old. The event involved the shooting of a wolf that had attacked and killed one of my father’s sheep. Having shot the animal, he dragged its carcass back to the farm to show to family and friends. Its pelt bore the same pungent smell; like that of a wet dog. Shortly thereafter a hunting party was quickly set up by neighbouring farmers who had suffered similar attacks on their livestock. Over the next four days the entire wolf pack was hunted down and killed.

    Though I knew wolf attacks on humans were rare, I wasn’t about to take the risk of Ileana accidentally coming upon them. Fearing for her safety, I hurriedly began retracing my steps to the village in the hope of meeting her along the way. I hadn’t gotten far when I heard a commotion in the undergrowth and a familiar voice scream my name.

    Plunging wildly through the underbrush, I entered a small clearing and came across her. The look on her face was one of unbridled terror. Seizing me by the arms she screamed for me to run. Before I could respond I heard a deep-throated growl coming from the treeline. Just beyond the clearing I could make out a dark, ill-defined silhouette and a pair of bright yellow eyes that made my skin crawl. Momentarily paralyzed with fear, I watched as it rose up on its hind legs. Only when it stepped out into the open did I fully comprehend why Ileana was so terrified – I was gazing into the bestial eyes of a werewolf.

    Instinctively, I looked around for a weapon. Less than ten yards from where I stood lay a fallen branch. Releasing my grip on Ileana, I made a frantic dash for it. With phenomenal speed the creature bounded across the clearing, hurtling headlong into Ileana and dragging her deeper into the forest. Caring little for my own safety, and with club in hand, I pursued the beast.

    To my dying day, I will never forget the scene I came across on reaching the bridal path: slumped against a felled tree lay Ileana’s body, her life’s blood oozing from multiple savage wounds. Of the beast, there was no sign. Cradling her in my arms I tried desperately to staunch the flow of blood, but her injuries were far too many. For one brief moment, she regained consciousness, her hand reaching to my cheek and stroking it feebly. She smiled and mouthed an ‘I love you’ before succumbing to her wounds. With bitter tears, I held her one last time to my breast.

    Then I caught the odour of the foul beast again. It was skulking nearby, watching, waiting in the darkness. Off to my left I heard a menacing throaty growl. An adrenalin fuelled rage began swelling in my breast. Laying Ileana gently to the ground, I stood and turned to face the hirsute abomination.

    It crouched low and snarled, exposing its blood-soaked teeth. Caring little whether I lived or died, I raised the makeshift club and waited. Those few brief seconds before its attack felt like an eternity to me. The eyes which had regarded me unwaveringly suddenly narrowed. The moment was at hand. Screaming like a banshee, I rushed forward determined to give a good account of myself. What next happened came so suddenly that my brain was barely able to register it.

    A shot rang out and the creature crashed to the ground. Spinning on my heels in the direction it had come from I saw a figure emerge from behind a tree. This was my first encounter with Francisc Servruasa – and it wasn’t to be my last. Without uttering a word, he strode forward with a woodman’s axe in hand and severed the creature’s head from its body in one powerful blow. Stuffing it into a hessian sack hanging from his waistband, he walked over to Ileana and knelt by her side. Finding no signs of life, he rose to his feet and crossed himself.

    During the Great War I was witness to many acts of bravery’, he said, turning to me and wiping the gore from his axe, ‘but rarely have I seen such courage from one so young. This girl obviously meant a great deal to you; enough for you to put yourself in harm’s way.’

    Holding back the tears that threatened to engulf me, I spoke briefly of our love and betrothal.

    ‘You showed great courage boy. If we had more like you among our ranks, we could rid the world of these godforsaken monsters’, he said.

    At the time his words were of little consolation to me. I wished that I too had died that night; as did Ileana’s parents who, in their grief, blamed me for her untimely death. Had they not heard the gunshot that drew them into the forest and seen with their own eyes the decapitated corpse revert to its human form, I would have undoubtedly found myself at the end of a rope before sunrise.


    If you like to read the rest of the story go to Abnormal Realm by clicking on this link.   The Numinous Story


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  17. i have a tumblr

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    Maybe I could post some comics on here, doodles about me. They'd just be little sketches, stories about my life and things I think about. Maybe.

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    It's 1:30 AM here in south Alabama.  The election will be decided in about 48 hours. A lot of sound and fury that signifies nothing?  Oh no, it signifies a great deal for us and the world.

    I want to begin with a disclaimer because there are a few here who cheerfully accuse me of inciting violence.  The following statements are my OPINIONS.  They are nothing more or less than that....opinions.  I do NOT desire or advocate any violence against ANY person, group or government entity.  

    I pray that HRC is defeated but I fully expect her to win.  Unless irrefutable proof is brought out that cheating has occurred on a scale that could change the electoral outcome, I will accept the vote and the new president as legitimate.  That does not mean I will not protest any illegal actions by the administration, simply that I will accept the legitimacy of the choice of my fellow citizens.  What follows are my predictions about what I see happening in the weeks and months ahead.  I pray earnestly that I am mistaken but I base these predictions on my faith, (scant) knowledge of history, and my rather deeper understanding of human nature.

    When HRC wins, I expect there to be a few here who will crow, shout and gloat over their "team" winning.  I consider that to be a childish response but I understand the urge.  If the Donald were to win I'd expect the same from many on the Right and I'd feel the same about them as well.  The issues in our country and our world are far too serious to surrender to such inanity.  The choice that Americans make in the next 48 hours will echo for years to come.  The only real guarantee that can be made at this point is that when the election is certified, half of the population will be angry, disgusted and perhaps, fearful.  That is a sad pronouncement on our nation but it is, what it is...

    In my lifetime I have seen this country fall from a place of honor and respect in the world to a place of disrespect and disrepute.  I've seen the death of civility in our political discourse and the rise of rampant dishonesty and assignment of blame taking the place of genuine attempts at compromise for the common good.  Instead of finding a middle ground, our politicians have clashed and become expert in procedural moves that tie up government and confound their opponents.  The "game" has become more important than the outcomes for the people.  Our politicians have come to love the power and prestige so much that they will suffer any dishonor to acquiesce to their check writers.  

    We are beginning to see our country unravel because of our greed and inability to compromise.  Over the last couple of decades, the most dangerous changes have become business as usual.  Unless quickly remedied, those changes will be the death of our republic.  For a "nation of laws, not men" the very hint of corruption on a large scale can be devastating.  When the votes are counted this time around, I expect Americans to have given the nod to a known criminal with more excess legal baggage than a mobster.  I cannot find the words to explain how obscene I find this to be.  When she is declared the winner, there will be celebrating crowds to usher her into the office.  I wonder where those crowds will be a couple of years hence?  I suspect they will be angry at their lot in life and will be blaming everyone but themselves for that condition.  Elections have consequences.  By installing a lawbreaker as the chief law ENFORCEMENT official in our republic, lawlessness will naturally take hold on a wider and wider scale.  If equal justice under law gives cohesiveness to our government, what will the opposite condition do to it?

    HRC desires to raise taxes on those earning 250K or more per year.  Most small businesses fall into that range.  Small business provides about 80% of the employment in America.  Between that impact, the upward spiraling healthcare costs, and the strain of ever-increasing regulations on businesses, what kind of economic future can we expect?  

    I believe that HRC and her immediate predecessor are both Alinsky disciples and have as their goal the dissolution of our current type of governance.  They actively work to make the system unstable with the goal of collapsing it and building a new edifice on the ruins.  Unless there are enough citizens who will stand against them, they WILL succeed.  The chaos this will cause globally will affect every nation on earth.  Standing against this juggernaut won't be easy or cost-free.  The alternative will be the loss of freedom and the imposition of a radically new form of tyranny in what was the greatest nation on the planet.  

    The "just" and "inclusive" government will openly demand obedience to the whims of tiny minorities whose behaviors are considered disgusting or bizarre to the great majority of voters.  And when the media and the Left have completed their "legal" putsch, America will be a one-party government for the foreseeable future. Oh, the irony of an inclusive government that demands strict uniformity of everyone who believes differently from themselves.  It is a recipe for rebellion.  When that rebellion begins, the nation they have created will crumble.  What, if anything, will rise to take its place?

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  19. On September 22nd, 2016, I finally got my wisdom teeth removed.  I wish I had done this when I was younger, as when I was a teen, I didn't have high blood pressure or other issues.  In August my blood pressure at the oral surgeon's office was too high, so I had modify my diet, so it was in an acceptable range.  Early September it was acceptable, so I finally made an appointment.  I don't remember much that day. 

    I remember taking a medication to sedate me.  When my friend arrived, I felt very tired.  I remember going into the Dr. Office, getting into the chair and having the IV put in my right hand.  I then remember being told I could go home and then I remember eating a chocolate Wendy's frosty.   I felt okay.  I slept very well.  I called my brother twice and didn't remember.  

    I didn't have a lot of numbness in my face or lips and it went away very quickly.  I did have pain, some of it off and on that was bad.  

    It will be 3 weeks tomorrow.  For several days I had soups and liquids and probably did so longer than I had to but I'm older.  I haven't yet started eating chewy, crunchy food or hard candy. 

    I also haven't sip out of straw and will wait another week before doing so, again, probably longer than I had to.  

    I was concerned about dry socket which is a very painful  if you have the misfortune of getting it.  Thankfully, I didn't get it.  



  20. Hey everyone, I just wanted to make a quick poll to try this feature out, give it a try if you want. it wont bite.







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    I used the PC game Spore to create a reasonable construction of a Zylottan, what do you think? I had to make some compromises, there's no webbed and clawed hand, so I had to make due with webbed.








  22. Premonition or anxiety?

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    Lately, I've been having a gut feeling that someone (a specific person) is going to pass away, in a very specific way.  I had a dream about it at first, only one.  I thought about it, then forgot about it, as I am not afraid of death for myself or others.  However, the gut feeling started coming up during the day about a week later while this person was away and it was my first thought when that person wasn't home or didn't make it home in time.  This passed last week.  Now, starting last night, it randomly came back like a huge wave crashing, but much more heightened than it had been in the past.  It is now a constant nagging feeling in my gut that this person is going to pass, and there is no way I can help.  I am wondering if this is a premonition that gets more and more intense as I get closer to the event or if it has just become a form of anxiety. 

  23. Ok so, for this entry I decided I would tell a few tales that I have from being a therian at the school that I go to. Most of these I no longer care about nor do I wish to care as they truly don't matter, but to understand more into why I get angry towards my school about stupid punishment things well here are the few major stories I still remember.

    One weekend me and my current mate (we weren't at the time) were talking. Some guy was threatening him trying to get him to come to the mall and fight, which he never would do. Well the guy threatened to beat him up, race his current girlfriend, and come kill the rest of us. Well this being a serious matter we toke it to the office. That Monday I was sick so it was everyone except for me who went there. After they went, he messaged me, saying that they let him off with a simple warning of not to bother us. What he said and what he was threatening and they didn't give it to much thought. This relates to the fact that as soon as a rumor started on how we had a hit list or that we were going to shoot up our school or dump acid on someone we were called down and questioned.

    Another goes to my friend having her tail stolen which is how a lot of the things began. This guy, the one who started many of things, had stole  my friends tail and had it in his locker. There was basically a bounty on all of us and that if they got our tails and toke it to a certain person then they would get money for it. Nearly two months later and the school had finally done something about it. We waited for so long, tail or not, it was stolen property and we waited so long to get it back that all of us had began to get so angry and asking for a friend of mine to get into his locker to get it because he knew the locker combination. 

    These are two of the bigger stories many are little or don't matter or have a lot of importance behind them like these two. So much had happened and the school did very little to help us when this is our belief and also my Native American side. They stated we had to have papers showing that we were our tails for that stuff otherwise they wouldn't count it because it wasn't a major belief or anything. Eventually they banned our things as props to get around our belief and so now we still fight, not as bad, those who bother us and try to attack us all because the school won't do anything. Some teachers or friends who know me well enough or are very nice will stop people, but otherwise they go unnoticed and get to do as they please.

    Well for now this is what I have to say. Much of this is in the past, some still lurks in my memories, but at least we are more safe now then we were before, but that's because we fight for ourselves and no one else. We don't even bother going to the office for anything at all because those who still go here and we're or weren't a part of the war, they know we can't rely on the school for ****. 

    So for now this is Lunar Wolf signing out. Be safe my mates and never let the world stop you. They see only a sliver of your life and judge you on it. Don't let the hate get to you when they don't know your full story and haven't seen all parts of you. Be safe, be strong, and I'll see you all next time. This is Lunar Wolf.