The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The world is better off these days
Please speak no more of “the old days”
We now enjoy God-free lives
A world where “liberty” now thrives
Soon Ms. Shards will happily commission bigger orphanages
Because orphans’ ex-mothers see no need for extra baby-baggages
Engr. Trent will supervise the construction of a grander prison
As despite Barrister Erykah’s valiance conviction rates keep increasing
The Enchanted Seer will peacefully live all alone
Because his ex-sons have no time for his flaky old bone
Psych. Osaze will organise the rehabilitation of more teenagers
As despite Nurse Biutea’s diligence drug addiction rates signal dangers
One said even without God is morality
Being inherent in every human society
To which another aptly responded
But a child learns deceit and hate unaided
“I say we face this issue by talking and/or living
Like we are moral and/or thinking beings,
Ignoring the viper lounging and/or biting within
Breeding covert and/or overt sins”
P.S.: After all, it is fun engaging in witty philosophical discussions about God forgetting for a while the darker realities we face as mere mortals which we are very helpless with, despite our grand logics.
And for the religion- and/or grammar-sensitive reader(s), please note that the “sins” is not used as a religious term.
Fuentes del angel caido – Fountain of the fallen angel (Photo credit: chrisfreeland2002)
This 6th day of the month of January in the year 2013 AD, I, the Enchanted Seer, give this prophecy:
The 31st day of April, 2013 will be the debut of the well-known spiritual leader, who actually is named Deceptor Luciferibus. He shall desire to make an appealing public appearance and win the hearts of the masses. I see him aglow in the full worship of the media as the lights pour on him and the human world watches. Then one called the Enchanted Writer shall approach him in dialogue.
Enchanted Writer: Sir, you daze many when you miraculously turn stones into food to feed many of your followers. Further, many have referred to your motivation and ministration sessions as soul-doping because of the euphoria of these beautiful experiences.
Dec. Luciferibus (shall smile somewhat warmly, but knowingly): Please, don’t thank me.
Enchanted Writer: Then, how is it that these people leave your grounds and still go on to lead depraved, unchanged lives? Is giving them these things proving to be all they really need for living?
Dec. Luciferibus shall smile somewhat nervously, but knowingly, and clean a bead of sweat.
Enchanted Writer: Sir, you have met with the Creator-God himself we have heard. Is this a false allegation?
Dec. Luciferibus (shall smile quite sweetly): I am afraid it is not false.
Enchanted Writer: Please, could you give me a photograph of you and the Creator-God for a keepsake? Permit me say “I am SUCH a fan!”
Dec. Luciferibus shall quickly manufacture a picture of him beside an old huge man with white heavy beard, both of them looking splendorous.
Enchanted Writer: Sir, like I said, I am such a fan. I have also a picture of myself and the Creator-God but it has nothing in common with this.
Dec. Luciferibus (shall then smile quite fearfully): Who are you?
Enchanted Writer: I am sure you know who I am, Sir, and are just teasing me. After all, you are notable for just knowing things, aren’t you?
Dec. Luciferibus shall then be visibly shaken as he pockets a damp handkerchief.
Enchanted Writer: Sir, we heard you grew up in a monastery, and having achieved the height of spiritual enlightenment, want to start a new religion enshrined in oneness.
Dec. Luciferibus shall smile artificially and eye the Writer maliciously, subtly, without saying a word.
Enchanted Writer: Sir, pardon my DIRECTNESS, but does this new religion point at all to the Jesus Christ, who died and lived again to save the lost and degenerate souls, as God?
At this stage, all the floodlights and spotlights and camera flashes shall blow out!
I, the Enchanted Seer, have written down the words of this prophecy in the Bible –Matthew 4:1-11. The choice of the people to, or not to, follow the Deceptor and the dire consequences (if they follow) are yet unknown, but I shall have died peacefully whilst eating monkeybrain sauce and my sagely bones laid to rest before then.
I wake up when I wake up but lie still, as I contact the Unseen Creator.
I go through the day as if it’s the best day of my life
I dress in ways that generate debate yet not sexually suggestive or haggard
I don’t live by DEPENDING on things, like money, around me yet I use them
I live all too aware of the fact that I am mortal yet I am unusual
I live uninhibited by my own hormones and basic drives yet I am comfortable with having them
I don’t depend too much on others, whoever they may be, so long they are only humans
I am unattached to traditions I don’t understand yet I do not slander or pontificate
I do not fully understand the supernatural/unseen world yet I do not doubt its reality
I live like I have 100 more years yet completely fearless of death
I am softer than water, tougher than the rock, freer than the breeze, more passionate than fire
I am not God and I do not contribute to a universal mind
I am just a wild child who belongs to the Creator.
Night by the river (Photo credit: monkeyc.net)
It is a night like any other
Same thing happening every night
Like the creepy night spent lewin invaded Rod Bayne’s house
Like the Christmas night mad 1earthnow had a drinking binge
Like the scary night denting dnobrien was visited by the huntsman spider
Like the famous night chicken charron laid her golden (book publishing) egg
Like the wistful night shards of souls knelt with the fallen leaves dreaming of the summer sun
Like the sorrowful night unfettered wordshit sat alone with two empty chairs and tattered journal
Like the comic night drool of stupid cried over the only award he would never have soiled –Stupid Award
This night again, the Enchanted Writer approaches the throne of the Creator-God
To petition for the souls of men, that they may live full lives, not lacking the best things in life
That Lewin may not lose his soul –err…coat
That Maddy may lead a sober yet happy life
That Dennis may dwell in security
That Charron may lead a truly rich life
That Shards, unbroken, may shine your light
That Audra may enjoy the fullness of your love
That Stupid may not spit on your free gifts and goodness
P.S.: For some (NOT ALL) of my lovely friends made in 2012 – http://www.trentlewin.com , http://www.1earthnow.wordpress.com , http://www.dnobrienpoetry.wordpress.com , http://www.charronschatter.com , http://www.shardsofdubois.wordpress.com , http://www.unfetteredbs.com , http://www.ruleofstupid.wordpress.com
Panda, I am sorry I don’t know your real name. Please, note that calling you “Stupid” was not in any way an attempt at derogation or retaliation for my award you soiled.