Sunday, 10 December 2017

Heaven and Hell


There is a twinkle in the eye, a heaven in our midst
When first we contemplate the whole conception of a Child
Once upon the Body As the Years Pass By the lips
And winds and forces all the stories tortured as the Wild
Acrimony of that Labour and that Language lost
To any hunger but the hunger for the torture of
The Language of the Knowledge that hath nary had a cost
So high as to demand the torture of our flesh and blood
Restorative as we would breathe the language of Growth,
Growth-oriented












Saturday, 9 December 2017

Repression is King

 
Repression is a real thing.

It is so real, in fact, that it has rarely failed to intervene - first a little then a lot - in and even prevent my ready acquaintance with just about every single human animal whom I have ever encountered, either upon short or long association, all of whom think they are mentally healthier than I am, not to distinguish them very much from any psychopath whom I have ever known - and I have known a lot. Hence the quality of my research and my alarming deference to reason, observation and experience.

People tend to associate with other people according to the roles they play for one or more people in particular and for society in general.

If you know a police officer, then rarely does one forget that they are a police officer; the same goes for an actor or a banker, a madam or a garbage collector.

What I have found over many years of research - which is all I can do, passively, when people routinely collapse or have a seizure in the mind when tasked with the challenge of demonstrating an interest in someone whose role, toward them, is undefined or even need be - is that almost ALL human animals will lapse into repression - a kind of global seizure of anxiety or not - when faced with the challenge of interacting with someone whose role in their particular life or society as a whole is undefined or when, in particular, it threatens to go beyond that of validating their particular concept of themselves and their role in society.

This is learned or cultivated like wheat or cow manure at a young age. And because it is learned or cultivated at a young age by any household from the most to the least pleasant institutionalization of Man, it enjoys the better part of the brain's or the State's instruments of regulation of communication, reason and perception; it does so with holy impunity.

Believe it or not, what I have discovered is that, whether a police officer or a father, these roles are not well rooted in the human brains who carry them out; they are an Act, an Act of Parliament or Congress, of Church or Science or Hollywood that primarily means to follow the General order of Warfare to blight the roots of Man's mind as early and as completely as possible, to silence the Voice of Man. And the people who do this are Criminals. They are also our brothers and sisters the world over. So accountability is problematic. So people hate their leaders instead of their parents, their children instead of themselves. Smile. Because you just read about All History summed up in a single paragraph and you didn't even have to leave the comfort of your chair; but to make use of it you will have to leave the comfort of your conditioning; in deference to which you will feel very uncomfortable indeed and likely reverse accountability onto me or my "role," as you see it, in what you call your "society," your "hard work" and your "family values" hard won, are they not, from one kind of institutionalized living, talking, fucking and loving or another. If this were a zoo you would be given a reward of food. It is called a SUPER market. Go get it yourself, because you are the highest primate and can be taught to forage for your own food in special institutions for that purpose, all part of your "freedom." You think this is mean or uncharitable, but no more than your "society," which by all its laws and languages supreme thinks of you as nothing more than a PEST, whatever else you like to go on about the nobility of your fellow man while you follow the orders of the most successful Professional serial killers [and their "citizens" compliant or defiant] in human history and actually feel safe, successful and secure. It is not a wonder that penile dysfunction is the number one health issue of all armed and labour forces in the world; it is a wonder that any real man can get it up at all, much less find a willing receptacle for the seminal fluid and Holy Word of several thousand years of continual slaughter of the mind and all of its wild and natural bonds of flesh and blood, story and knowledge.

Take the retired chronically single overweight woman - the "cheery one" - who laps up months of my attention toward her growing and quite elaborate portfolio of sketches and illustrations of the local environment who, when confronted, after years, with the demand of paying some little attention to my own craft - suddenly gets flustered, runs out of time and has someone she must go to see immediately, Daddy.

Her father was abusive, distant. A soldier not a man.

She only wants to perform for him.

She has repressed everything else because, like my own work, it plays no useful role for her except to shut down every part of her brain that might labour under the illusion that the most soul-collapsing experiences of our society remained even nearly informative as to the health of that society as a whole and that person in particular. Abuse only informs, feeds or loves Roles. It never allows the human mind to grow.

Now multiply this same dynamic by every single acquaintance whom I have ever met in the local area where I live - and this over ten years. Multiply it by billions of soldiers.

I have a "friend" from college. I have dutifully followed her life abroad for many years - almost twenty years. When I am able to provoke her to write to me she has no trouble telling me about the various woes and ambitions of her life. In twenty years she has never once inquired about my life. The same goes for a half dozen other female and male friends whom I am thinking about right now.

These are not real friends, of course.

They are Actors, pretending to be friends with people.

The fact is that they are No More Friends with anyone else in their whole life than they are with me. The roles may change. The repression is the same.

And what this repression indicates is a catastrophic developmental arrest of the fundamental capacity to form relationships, for communication [which requires knowledge of or interest in the object of that communication, the lack of which I have supplied by "friends" for my adult life, if for no other reason than to acquire a working database of human pathology, which one must do in order to understand society outside of institutionalized learning and talking], for empathy and, by and large, for the entire we could say Animal project of getting to know one's whole environment.

Repression is King. 

And you have to dethrone the King if you wish to Know the Kingdom.

I have written over fifty large books.

For several years I have been writing an epic work of poetry based on over twenty years of research.

My closest friends do not know this or ask.

If I were "famous" they would be anxious to tell everybody, because then, of course, it would do them credit to do so; it would enhance their role or stature in the community. There are probably many well known artists who have occasion to reflect upon how many people whom they know really care about them - or CAN - and would be right to assume that that number is zilch.

Remember, they CANNOT.

Remember, this is conditioned into the brain stem.

People cannot help it. It might as well be shell shock.

In a war, people are only as important as the roles they play.

Everyone has to have a General around whom they rally. They might flatter themselves that they are a kind of General unto themselves, but they only pretend this in order to console themselves when the General - like the owner of a dog - is away or his or her orbit has taken them upon a more eccentric course away from their immediate advantage.

A new American President was recently elected.

Leaving aside the fact that elections are a farce, people have lapsed, as a group of hundreds of millions of people, into some little hatred of their new leader; this gives them power and stature in their community. For to hate Mr. Trump is to be Someone.

Love does not last. But Hate like that is forever.

And most of these people probably think that Love is the most important part of their lives, because this is what society and their own mental, sexual and emotional Repression dictates as much as any bat to the brain stem of an infant ever could. 

I myself get very lazy about talking to other people because I am so rarely afforded the opportunity to reflect upon the nature of my personal relationship and that of my whole family with my social and physical surroundings. What I find is that nobody speaks that language, not even and often especially even with years of advanced education and travel to foreign countries whose ever widening list never seems to include the country of their own cerebral cortex or any of its itinerant slaves and State regents, all of whom speak the same language, the language of the predator-victim, the slave-king, the master gland of Repression.

The language of society is the language of repression.

Repression has a History.

Repression is a Technology.

Repression is a Banking system.

Repression is a story, a language, a way of knowing, a way of loving your own children.

Repression is the effect of war, the primary effect and instrument of war.

It cauterizes the roots of the mind and sends it into an eccentric development that is not development that comes to loom as it will - as though the most exceptional development - over anyone whom it can gain any psychological advantage over. And it does this without even thinking.

If you listen to your fellow Man, you will hear many voices talking about their longing for something better; you will hear them making due with their lot in life and imagining themselves to be loved and lovable.

They are not.

You are not.

And certainly I am not.

This may sound like a dire proclamation, but it is no more dire than that of every day of our lives and every language of our technological society.

In fact, this might be the most God-like message through time and space in all the world - that you are not loved.

And so you better be smart or talented or pretty or a hard worker.

Please allow me to interject at this point the fact that this is entirely barbaric. But, then, when you hear about human history, did you ever get the impression that it was as prosaic as a child's brain might like?

Of course not. We labour under the manifold delusion that history confers advantages upon us. In fact, it never has; it confers advantages of Biblical orders upon organized warfare that speaks the language of Precision even when it is most imprecise, a sword in place of that of your Animal Voice as Man. I will give you that, because I know that your own parents did not give you that; you were abused as badly as anyone.

And this is humiliating.

It is abject.

Shocking.

It leaves one with nothing to say and nothing to do, with no useful grip upon knowledge or power or beauty - or love.

This is where I begin my every meditation on life and by so doing dispense with every kind of science and religion on Earth, all of which have equal utility to me or to Man and none of which function according to any mechanism but that of Repression.

The twin gods of the modern world are Stress and Repression.

And you have to pay tribute to these gods - usually by sacrificing your children and yourself to them - if you want anything at all from society. And you will not get anything even then. What you will get is a role to play that might afford you the never secure power to delude others into thinking that you are somebody who than think and feel in normal ways, in ways that are sufficiently interested - and can show it to a three year old - in your whole environment and that of your whole flesh and blood.

But that is taken from white people and red people, from black people and brown people, from yellow people and from little people all over the world. Anything that does not help to do that more efficiently is either illegal or uninteresting to people of any education or bearing on Earth.

But do not take my word for it.

See for yourself...  if you have the courage.

If not, don't tell me or my children about Knowledge or Freedom or Love. Those words are quite beyond your grasp and, if you have your way, along with multiplicative orders of mass human narcissistic psychopathy, will forever remain the province of Generals who would think nothing of torturing your child even better than you do with a smile on your face.

Repression works. 

Society is sick. Which is to say that the organs and instruments - which double as our organs - of communication are sick and have long suffered to be diverted, perverted and converted to instruments of war.

Do your best.

Because anyone who says they know what to do about it is broadcasting the beacon of light shared by all Religion and Science: "We know shit and only want to hurt you but we call this love and progress for kicks." 

However, Repression is not entirely successful.

It leaks.

And when it leaks out of the brain stem it leaks out as aggression in its myriad forms, not the least being the vapid insinuation of Church, Science and the State into the daily affair of our own flesh and blood congress.

Religion, Spirituality and Science deform the brain of a child and constitute the Genesis of Repression and Aggression that as well as chokes the child's voice out of all non-coerced options in life and society, so much so that these choices feel like her or his own kind of soldiering. 

For thousands of years, this is how we have made war.

Do you wish to arrest this process?

Are you a good person?

Do you care about your children?

Do you care that soldiers old and young will regale us with how bad a President is and yet know nothing, nor wish to, about human psychology, history or organized warfare?

Did you know that it is more positive to be positive than to admit any signs of cultural distress into your most beloved systems of organized repression of multiplicative orders of neuro-narcotic-hypnosis and torture who neurochemical response you are addicted to through a process better understood than the atom or an engine in one of our automobiles?

We killed over one billion non-combatants in the twentieth century, and our children think that, like the torture of God's Holy Son, this was entirely necessary and in so learning learn to play the role of the most abject victim and the most merciless God Gland that "loves man."

Do you want to find your child on Google Maps?

Then look no further than amidst the rubble and debris of tens of thousands of years of developing barbarism so sophisticated that only the doctors of war are qualified to listen to the screams of your children- and then, only to silence them more effectively.

A prominent Psychiatrist once told me that the whole purpose of psychiatric medicine and medicine as a whole was to cajole children to work, mate and remain repressed or depressed for the rest of their lives.

I would like to think of my Ancestors as brave and astute people.

But I do not see any evidence of their existence, except in my own flesh and blood. And so I raise my voice to high heaven and shake its very foundations with the lightening of my mind.

Nobody hears.

Nobody sees.

Wars come and go and come again.

Human genitalia are so poorly represented by what remains of the firmament of man's native celestial biology that the Head of a Grand Penis intervenes in all of the most critical financial and even sexual transactions of the entire world.

Now you know the name of your God, Repression.

I dare you to defy Him. 






"gender is determined by xx or xy chromosones, ie science and your anatomy between your legs. LIBERALS are damaging the brains of our children with their ideology.  The liberals need to be  put into an insane asylum."

Eric Jilinski, Facebook

Also, this indication is as strong a plea for the resuscitation of a celestial biology that is married to an anatomically-accurate sexual philosophy or even theology, because what we currently suffer from is a piss poor corruption of both. Sex may not be all in our heads but sex is in our heads as well, in an adequate reflection of whole sexual development - meaning safety for a child's brain from conception - in a celestial philosophy where the voice of a child is actually included.

We biologically and socially pass on all the failure and successes and all the flesh and blood impressions thereof. 









"Yes (trans children) they need to take these kids to psychiatrist."




PAUL DIRKS ON GAY AND TRANSGENDER RESEARCH

https://youtu.be/AefpuKmMs-Y



Unfortunately, that is the last place you want to put a child whose respect one wishes to preserve.

The fact is that man has as a whole been presenting sterility and its attendant abnormal repression and aggression for as long as we have had organized warfare and its institutes of medicine and education.

If you want to make sweeping prescriptions for social problems, you have to assess the full extent of the problem, a basic human function roundly demented by all education since before the first world war. The pharmaceutical industry sprang out of both world wars and constitutes a Fourth Reich and a medical degree.

For as long as Jesus the Harry Potter of institutional repression has been controlling all representative sex organs (along with Jung and Freud, who were military researchers), people have lost full sexual function, including the ability to conceive a child and protect them from unnecessary stress.

All religion (Militarized cultural genocide) is a shining beacon of catastrophic parental failure that has been throwing our own young under the power of organized pedophilia for centuries.

A real Man, a real mother and father make their whole house sound and by the force and organ of their will, their mind and their sex cause that House to remain in order.

If you have done that, please share.













Friday, 8 December 2017

The World




Anything that has or can have Precision is the main mission of all organized warfare, of the whole extent of the Military, of Religion and Science.. If it is not precise in one way, it will invariably be precise in another way. The God of God.

"Any sufficiently advanced religion is indistinguishable from technological warfare of Biblical proportions."

- Rayn's First Law of Magic









The time is come when time is stopped and aught of life at play.

 





Is this world how it is supposed to be? Is this world as the world presents itself to us?

Is this world as good as it could be or even should be?

If not, how bad is it really?

What would make it better?

Can it ever get better, medically and technically speaking, if we are generally more prone than not to ignore to just what extent the word fails to protect our infant minds from those who are most confident in their ability to protect us in a world as bad as it is and a world so bad, in fact, that one cannot simultaneously speak of or assert anything good about society without ignoring, as a rule, just how bad it really is?

The world makes huge impressions upon our whole flesh and blood.

Our cells, organs and sex organs pass this along as seeds of future behaviour, seeds as critical as our own genetic seed. We pass this on through family and through the world as a whole.

This is a whole world system, one whose accurate description also serves as its definition or that of a cybernetic-industrial society or, as you probably know it, The World.



"gender is determined by xx or xy chromosones, ie science and your anatomy between your legs. LIBERALS are damaging the brains of our children with their ideology.  The liberals need to be  put into an insane asylum."

Eric Jilinski, Facebook




Also, this indication is as strong a plea for the resuscitation of a celestial biology that is married to an anatomically-accurate sexual philosophy or even theology, because what we currently suffer from is a piss poor corruption of both. Sex may not be all in our heads but sex is in our heads as well, in an adequate reflection of whole sexual development - meaning safety for a child's brain from conception - in a celestial philosophy where the voice of a child is actually included.

We biologically and socially pass on all the failure and successes and all the flesh and blood impressions thereof.











Getting out of War and Work - A Living School





Anything that has or can have Precision is the main mission of all organized warfare, of the whole extent of the Military, of Religion and Science. If it is not precise in one way, it will invariably be precise in another way. The God of God.

"Any sufficiently advanced religion is indistinguishable from technological warfare of Biblical proportions." 

- Rayn's First Law of Magic
 






There is a bliss that lives in nature speaking every tongue
Of voice and story should be heard by any to whom people pray
For all the safety of a child such a nature's son
Or daughter from whom they will hide or with whom they will play
These quiet places in a forest stories all our lives
Supernal nerves of Mother EArth the Happiness we crave
An language is sufficient Answer to the very Minds
Who first or most encompassed all that lives beyond the grave
Or, nearer still, the isolation from one's fellow Man
Oblivion and shades of Once upon a time now lost
Transfigured by ten million vipers smiles slink over the land
Enveloping with War to no more left than Pentacost
Descends upon the world voices unknown to us, unheard
As we ourselves spoke nothing like the words of Man's success
At deconstructing every ounce of flesh and blood and birth
Returning every year and yet its human voices dead
Commended to the labour of a maniac who stills
His voice and that of all his children even though it kills.


















Thursday, 7 December 2017

Lucky Star


Talk from our Holy Mind we must talk from our Wild Mind.

If you wish to consider a Holy Mind and a Wild Mind that are wholly functionally equivalent with one another, then we are well met. 

Otherwise, the following journey will be Hell.

Lucky you. 

We can draw a circle around Man's most vulnerable qualities and bodily organs physical and supra-physical.

This sphere is then subjected to everything in its environment from conception. This is Man as a pure Animal. What is he must accept, if not without pain, and make an actual component of his whole flesh and blood mind and body entire. To the extent that his flesh feels pain it knows some prospect of relief from pain, some chemical resistance, at least, to the pain, mainly by doping itself as necessary in order to quarantine the pain at the level of the brain that is - according to time and chance - most answerable to the pain, even though this pathological response will be honoured by the whole brain, whether or not and especially if it does not effectively "know" anything about it other than what a child might know of one's mother or father by their mere absence. Too much pain loses the child's future and past self and so the parent likewise loses the child; the rest is an attempt at compensation as the brain most ignores and incorporates into one's whole flesh and blood - even across dozens of generations - the most dire circumstances in which it finds itself, qualify as this must every subsequent trust into which that child will ever enter and, in turn, admit into his own dubious if most sincere or even altruistic confidence.

We make soldiers, not people.

And the world is made of war.

Subjecting any or even every child's brain to undue stress is equivalent to polluting our whole water supply with violence-inducing hormones of dubious provenance in the most feminine dimensions of all medicine or that of the whole neurochemistry of our most comprehensive Mother or Celestial biology.

The result is that our parents become our foster parents and we that much more anxious to cope at all costs, to resolve ourselves and our strangely anti-social feelings - as though they are a mere defect in our development that has absolutely nothing to do with a culture that has subjected its most vulnerable child soldiers to unnecessary stress for hundreds of generations - to whatever means left to gain any social stature at all.

A pleasantly institutional home will produce pleasant institutional children. Had I myself been treated to such a home that must be owned to be among our most loving homes and indeed veritable cradles for the world's leaders and teachers and all truly civic-minded peoples, then I myself would have been lost forever.

As luck would have it, I was forced into the wild, as it were, by a home sufficiently inhospitable as to throw everyone's character into question on a fairly perpetual basis, not least my own for retaining any even involuntary instinct to want a home free of routine violence and threats of violence that ran like a holy river from all the Great Wars of the world; it was that awesome.

And drinking from those consummately Religious waters has made all the difference.






Roots



Found his roots where no roots could be found or drowned in noise
The likes of whom hath had no place in human truth fore'er
That fire, deep and darkness death and whence the human voice
Enjoys its purest currents wild as the wolf or bear
Whose medicine and vigor, strength and origins combine
With ours as we as Man and Woman, Woman, Man and Child
Grow the roots of fruits and truths as nourishing the Mind
Of all the flesh and blood a voice so delicate and wild
Nourishing our greatest voice of fear and dread and rage
Combined with that of all of human history the fruit
Of any knowledge voice and story that is not depraved
With knowledge that is not so much that knowledge but abuse
The silence of a forest for the violence of minds
That hath no  mind and so no wild for that mind so deep
An animal of such a language flesh and blood combines
From Once upon a time the belly of a voice so deep
As howls in crowds of busy people waiting for the day
Their mother and their father listen to what nature's wild voices say.







"The more I venture upon new paths through the forest, the more inclined I am to venture forth upon new paths through life."




I take my leave of these among mine brethren whom I loathe
To say hath not one word to say upon my word or wild
Craft upon my fore and aft the galleon of this stroke
Of genius this call of nature's currents reconciled
To themselves we must content to never end our search
A world of fire and of hell, of darkness, death or doom
Whom hath the error of their ways commended to the earth
The body of their god and goddess every season's womb
A power not unlike the power of the Moon or Sun
As occupy so prominent and confident a place
Among the waters of the stars the fires that our blood
And bone hath shared with leaf and stone since the most beautiful first face
Our mother and our father stared, at first, from leaf and cloud
As though they spoke - like ancient roots to ancient fruits - the whole of nature's throne to nature's crown.









"A Man's Mind Lives inside a Mother's Belly.

Man's Mind is confined to Hell.

And so well it be."

- Ancient Raynian Proverb

from "A Night In Hell"




Smoke upon a river when the spirit of the Bear
Beleaguered though I was a fearsome blessing of a kind
If I should happen, first, upon his holy spirit there
Then I had not and were not likely so to wander blind
Unto a land whose very king were vanquished for his sake
He could not make a poem out of such a war as bared
Its teeth to every human heel and bid its feelings chase
The hounds of hell into the depths of silence that had bared
Its hallowed bowels the voices of the wicked and the lost
Whose wild and whose child Once upon a time before
The world had made an orphan of the growing of the power of the gods
Held sway with all the seasons of the meanings that were born
When we were born from a mother and a father and ourselves
The belly and the forest and the chorus of the brain
The Animal of Family the Family that spells
That Word made flesh at the conception of the world again
From many times and many rhymes before transported we
Who are transported by the current crowning doom and destiny.




Psalms of Love











Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Advice for a King




"A Man's Mind Lives inside a Mother's Belly.

Man's Mind is confined to Hell.

And so well it be."

- Ancient Raynian Proverb

from "A Night In Hell"






Smoke upon a river when the spirit of the Bear
Beleaguered though I was a fearsome blessing of a kind
If I should happen, first, upon his holy spirit there
Then I had not and were not likely so to wander blind
Unto a land whose very king were vanquished for his sake
He could not make a poem out of such a war as bared
Its teeth to every human heel and bid its feelings chase
The hounds of hell into the depths of silence that had bared
Its hallowed bowels the voices of the wicked and the lost
Whose wild and whose child Once upon a time before
The world had made an orphan of the growing of the power of the gods
Held sway with all the seasons of the meanings that were born
When we were born from a mother and a father and ourselves
The belly and the forest and the chorus of the brain
The Animal of Family the Family that spells
That Word made flesh at the conception of the world again
From many times and many rhymes before transported we
Who are transported by the current crowning doom and destiny. 













Parental Failure


"It is all normalized. Now abnormal is the new normal. Left is wrongly right. Right is now grey."

Gary Leonard, Facebook Dec 6 2017

and:
 

"We are rapidly coming to this in our modern culture. Consider Marshall McLuhan’s concept that democracy is finished. What will we have in place of democracy or morals? He says there is coming a time in the global village (not far ahead, in the area of electronics) when we will be able to wire everybody up to a giant computer, and what the computer strikes as the average at a given moment will be what is right and wrong. You may say that is far-fetched and there may never be such a worldwide computer system. But the concept of morals only being the average of what people are thinking and doing at a given time is a present reality. You must understand that that is exactly what Kinsey set forth in Sexual Behavior of the Human Male (1948) as statistical sexual ethics. This is not theoretical. We have come to this place in our Western culture because man sees himself as beginning from the impersonal, the energy particle and nothing else. We are left with only statistical ethics, and in that setting there is simply no such thing as morals."

Francis A. Schaeffer, The Complete Works of Francis A. Schaeffer: A Christian Worldview, vol. 1 (Westchester, IL: Crossway Books, 1982), 296–297.

John Stott: "The Bible begins with the nations, not Israel; with Adam, not Abraham; with the creation, not the Covenant... Here then is the living God of the Bible. His concerns are all-embracing—not only the 'sacred' but the 'secular,' not only religion but nature, not only his covenant people but all people, not only justification but social justice in every community, not only his gospel but his law. We must not attempt to narrow down his interests. Moreover, ours should be as broad as his." 





Religion is the most visible sign of catastrophic parental failure.

People need to use their ancestral voice to tell their stories and not abdicate their voices to any religion.

Rain must have its wind and winter its spring.









A Night In Hell


"A Man's Mind Lives inside a Mother's Belly.

Man's Mind is confined to Hell.

And so well it be."

- Ancient Raynian Proverb






Screams. My own.

And these of so many others.

We are in a Baby Ward or Factory - our first "job."

And a prick of a needle or the sudden absence of a mother's or a father's voice or touch decided the fate or fortune [or both] of us all.

We who survived were doomed to live among those with no ears or mouths or mothers or fathers or minds - soldiers, warriors, they for whom pain made their brain light up with so many fires of sacred knowledge and creative neuro-chemistry which would not soon suffer to be deprived of its greatest liberty, safety and power.

All they needed or craved was war. And they were never disappointed yet always inclined to complain to absolutely no avail - or ever likely to be.

This were so complete a hell that they called it the World and, on rare or holy occasions, heaven, paradise.

The darkening day faded like tales of elemental spirits into the silence of the night and a quiet yet even more deafening than that.

Spring was not long in coming or in sunning Herself beside rivers of deepest cold and molten ferocity of root and branch and stone, of moss and leaf and wind by darkest day.

And it was a fact commonly known among all peoples that the furnace of Hell had no greater flame than that of the unrequited shame and humiliation of its most captive audience, an humiliation that seemed to spring eternal as with its very first hot red blush upon the cheek and now and then visit upon a man here or a woman there a rare bolt of exhilaration-by-capitulation as from a time past and never to return, not until all the Earth were burned and consumed by an unquenchable inferno of thirst for the knowledge of war, of its language and story, its meter and rhyme as it heard the winds of Peace with all its flags and turned them into howling monsters - our ancestors - and viperous eels.

Such were this unrequited inferno of loneliness, alienation, fear and sorrow, anger, ambition and grit determination that bit like a dagger into the bone and blood whose "Holy language" our own mother's belly first succumb to on that fabled and fated day whose shadow never sets upon the mind of man a magic that requires his attention and a torture that requires his ignorance and incorporation of it into his every surviving language of flesh and blood devoid of all flesh and all blood, of all love.


- Fables and Fortunes Story Swap and Mischief Making 


"As my whole flesh and blood mutiny said to my abusive and deluded Father and Family and They to Me in Their Turn - Know Thy Strength."

- Ancient Raynian Fable, early Twenty-First Century










Man's Responsibility to Man




"The more new trails I allow myself to take through a forest, the more new trails I wish to take in life, added to which quality is the tendency to be a good bit more spontaneous and kind."

- Ancient Raynian Proverb






"People need to use their ancestral voice to tell their stories and not abdicate their voices to any religion.

"Rain must have its wind and winter its spring."



Rayn Gryphon, Satanic Witch and Warlock









"When in an alien land, the smartest person you know is the person who most speaks your own native language."

- Ancient Raynian Proverb









A Man must set his house in order.

And by the effort of his will, his whole mind, his native tongue and that of all his behaviour so cause his House to remain in Order indefinitely.

He must not yell or seek to cajole his children, so as to gain and retain their respect. Safety and Discipline is his Oat.

And may all our comfort be a light unto all men.

We as Man have made great strides in preserving the delicate biospheres that will attract animals to take their rest and restore themselves for their respective migrations for generations to come.

But we have made no effort, which is most illuminating, to make our natural spaces attractive to the laughter of our children, which constitute rivers without which our lands will lay barren and forlorn, swelling only with our tears and their beckoning joys for years and stories to come.

Man must, if it must preserve his child's and wife's respect, observe the first line of any and all books of knowledge: Do not subject thy child to unnecessary stress.

Religion of every Kind being the most visible sign of parental failure.

History touches us this most critical of lessons: that a brain if not a brain can be taught to actually enjoy pain.

That a brain will most ignore and incorporate into all kinds of torture and warfare the most dire circumstances in which it has ever found itself. 


- Fables and Fortunes

"Story Swap and Mischief Making"