The time has come to guard the fortress of your soul.
These are not the days to give yourself away for free
to anyone, just for the sake of wanting any company.
For predators whose goal you’ll never comprehend
dangle their candy-coated fishing-hooks before
your face and, in your haste to taste their sweet,
your fish-mouth chomps the bait; then it is too late.
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HERE IS LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #61, “Imagine an Empty Sky”. This new song, played unplugged and raw, asks if you could imagine a world without music and birds. The lyrics I wrote three days ago. The melody — in a somewhat mournful but robust folk style — has been floating in my head forever, waiting for its lyrical home. Below are the full lyrics:Read the rest of this entry »
THE WORDS OF MY HEART TODAY. Will you say them with me? Can I get an “Amen!”?
The failure we call war has many faces
other than the battlefields and trenches
that we normally associate with bellicosity.
For conflict, enmity, hostility, and animosity
can also thus be classified beneath the banner
of what I would term ‘a targeted atrocity’.
SO MANY ARE NOW CROWING WITH JUBILATION at the potential change of president in the USA (dependent on the outcome of any paranoid applications to courts to reverse the current presidential claims). I have witnessed such jubilation before many times during my life, but I have never involved myself with any of it.Read the rest of this entry »
LET ME START BY SAYING that I have no illusions about the voting process — especially in the USA. The naivety and ignorance of so many on this matter is staggering. In the midst of all the commotion about “election fraud” at the moment, few seem to realise that ALL ELECTIONS IN THEMSELVES ARE A FRAUD, defrauding the whole population with a stupefying illusion! The losers in any election very often claim fraud by their opponents, depending on how gracious they are. Yet nobody seems to put it together, after years of voting, that the whole exercise is a form of “engineered consent” enabling the power-elite to continue its work unabated while the theatre of politics plays itself out, inveigling the masses with its bathos. Power does not come to the people (the true meaning, literally, of the word “democracy”, when traced back to its roots in the Greek language) by them putting a mark on a piece of paper every few years so that a bunch of bought and sold egotists can get paid handsomely to play musical chairs in a fancy building which houses a lot of empty waffle and nuanced distraction. That people could imagine such a system is “empowering” to them shows how low their standards have become, and how deep the mind-bending influence of delusion has penetrated the population on this planet. The power-elite backstage does exactly as it pleases — fomenting wars and coups d’états, exterminating, genociding, assassinating, manipulating governments and financial markets, controlling militaries and intelligence entities, generating endless corporate greed, moving ‘pawns’ around on the chessboard of this world, ensuring millions upon millions each year to starve and live in abject poverty — while parliaments provide the entertainment front of stage for the masses who imagine that their vote changes matters of consequence. This is the ultimate in gaslighting. In a further wince of entertainment, it was reported earlier this week that Trump’s wife, Melania, voted in Florida “looking sensational in a $4,500 chain-print Gucci dress”. What a decadent theatre it all is!Read the rest of this entry »
Humans scuttling around like ants on steroids,
(though ants at least have a useful purpose)
making much ado about absolutely nothing.
A strictly surface people: the epitome of Bathos,
trying to heal insanity with even more insanity,
making toxic waves with all that they initiate,
and all the while imagining themselves
as masters of a cosmos they did not create.
THE PHOTO ACCOMPANYING THESE WORDS is of an icon hand-painted on wood by a Greek Orthodox monk which depicts George slaying the dragon. This precious icon is placed near where I sit when writing, so as to inspire and encourage me in the formation of my words. It really represents the Archangel Michael battling against the fallen, apostate Archangel Satan, who is depicted symbolically as a dragon in an account of that battle in chapter 12 of the prophetic Book of Revelation, which was written over nineteen-hundred years ago on the Greek island of Patmos, which is about 300 kilometers (190 miles) from where I am sitting right now in Athens, Greece, as I write these words. I have that icon near me as a symbolic reminder that the angels and I do battle against just the kind of empty darkness which so many people ignorantly celebrate today.Read the rest of this entry »