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SCRIPTURES ACCORDING TO SHADOWS: PERCEPTIONS

Company log excerpts discovered on a dark website DeadSeaScrollse.onion . (PLEASE, DO NOT CLICK ON THE WEB LINK. Or, should I have put a warning before the links?!)

4th November, 1016 BCE.
We interviewed a group of circus freaks. We’ll give it to them –they were mean businessmen, headed by a Karab Amabo. They did more than card tricks and illusions. They did some few cool dark sh*t. They manufactured pythons from hats, and turned water in our glasses to red wine, frogs jumping out of them. We sent them to our Egypt headquarters.

8 years later and they still couldn’t grow living organisms from sand. However will they be useful in hastening the ascension of The Boss. We already know computer silicon chips will play a role in his process.

We sent our crony –Dlanod Pmurt –to continue after they ended.

22nd July, 860 BCE
The new fellows had done pretty well in their campaigns under their leader Mr Ahab, and were good spokesmen. They built many churches and shrines which served as service outlets for The Company’s agendas. They made us out to be illuminated scientists, philanthropists and artists. People really liked us.

Along came the same Dove Agents who messed up our operations in Egypt. They are as unpredictable as the wind, and are efficient and fierce like flames. Their code is Heb1v7John3v8. We unfortunately have not been able to properly profile and apprehend them because they blend in so well, are gentle and we don’t see them coming.
A month after rumours they were in the district, there was a shootout and our men displayed impressive firepower.
“White fire, help… zzzzzz” were the sounds of alarm and sizzling of roasting flesh that we heard before the call was terminated. Usually, one expects some degree of drama, some witty banter of words and grudges, and a fight to finish, but these Doves apparently don’t live for showbiz. They are simple and splendid. And how did fire burn all 450 of our agents during a heavy rain?

24th July, 31 AD
We have used supernatural tricks and employed brute force. Now we wait for this lawyer we interviewed yesterday. He didn’t say much. His act was apparently to project mystery and wonder. He told us he would gather his team of Pharisees and would rather present his strategy to them. Well, this fellow also appears to love the suspense game. After he left, we consulted amongst ourselves on the best way to terminate him if he should fail. We would be sure to especially deal with him for all the hype.

5 months later, we got an e-mail: ‘Matthew 9 vs 32-34 = Right after that, as the blind men were leaving, a man who had been struck speechless by an evil spirit was brought to Jesus. As soon as Jesus threw the evil tormenting spirit out, the man talked away just as if he’d been talking all his life. The people were up on their feet applauding: “There’s never been anything like this in Israel!” The Pharisees were left sputtering, “Hocus pocus. It’s nothing but hocus pocus. He’s probably made a pact with the Devil.”‘

Brilliant! The smart lawyer had played the agents well. Their own book of codes had always talked about deceivers and false prophets. So, the best way to hit them is to make the public begin to see the real ones as the heretics and bad guys. This is of course one of the oldest tricks in the book.
This serves our agenda well. By now, the public is so enraged against them they don’t want this period called Christmas. Just makes it easy for us to shove consumerism down their throats. Let the damned public see this period as just a holiday to spend and spend! Of course, it may not have even been when the bloody Christ was born, but before, they would have had reminders of Him all over the place during this season.

AUTHOR’S DISCLAIMER: I was sent this anonymously in the early hours of today, and am not liable.

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IN CELEBRATION OF IGNORANCE

 

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You may choose to build an altar in my name

And sing eulogies as you get drunk all day long

Or follow my blog and all social media accounts

Secretly harbouring admiration for me

Having abandoned your own work and family

Doing these totally at your own peril

 

Coz I won’t be waking up chanting “oms” or burning incense

Reading the stars and ancient manuscripts at night

Writing long philosophies and moral codes

Or walking down the street followed by a picking of spiritual seekers

Carrying myself like someone who really knows what he is doing

And that that thing he is doing is nothing

 

What do I know of divinity

What do I know of hatred

What do I know of love

What do I know of weakness

What do I know of happiness

What do I know of knowledge

What do I know of art

What do I know of prostitution

What do I know of hunger

Maybe if you wait long enough

Burning the midnight oil in cyberspace

You might have the pleasure of being the first

To see another work of my art

To see another grand expression

Of the depth of my ignorance

Of the richness of my shallowness

Maybe you will then finally see

In that precious midnight moment

That there is really nothing new

To learn from another human

Who is just a stuttering mere mortal like you

Trying to say stale things in great ways

Sounding like he knows anything about nothing

And actually saying nothing about anything

 

And

Whilst countless shamelessly beg

At the doorstep of knowledge

Priding themselves as masters

Of art and science and law and philosophy

 

I will turn myself in bed

And continue snoring

As I dream on

Laughing in my sleep

At those who thought I had something grand to say

On growing up -feelings.

Ah! The guileless smile I once had and may never have. Now, all facial expressions have hidden meanings. (Source: funmag.org)

If I smiled only when feeling happy,

How did I make my husband think all was well between us

When he forgot my birthday whilst at work yesterday

How do I make my harsh bosses think I like them

When I’m passively considering killing one of them as a lesson

How would I make the world believe my life a bed of roses

When asked about the exams I actually failed

How would I make pastor keep believing God only gives riches

When I haven’t eaten today as at this night of writing this

 

If I cried only when sad,

How do I make my lover know how hurtful his deceptions are

Hoping he won’t think I cry because I’m moved by his sugary words

How did I let my roommate know the scorpion sting hurt

Hoping he didn’t think it was because of my heartbreak

How would I let her know how much I missed her

Hoping she wouldn’t think I hurt from kneeling for too long

How would I make them know how funny and ridiculous they were

Hoping they wouldn’t think I was hot with jealousy

 

I have learnt what you wanted me to

You told me I needed to be smart and savvy

That I had to stop being naïve and grow up

And realise things aren’t always so simple

Well, I hope you can tell I have followed you obediently

And this is not just an act to get you off my neck

I hope you can tell I appreciate your seeing this

And I am not somewhat indifferent to what you really think

 

If only writers and writings were always sincere…

A Postcard From My Life

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{No, it’s not the road I’m on!}

Please pray for me
I no longer know the road I’m on
It’s a long road
With so many bends I can’t see a mile ahead of me
It’s hard to see far ahead when life throws you the curves
Nothing is certain anymore
And then the winds blow and I see sandy mists here and there
There are shape-shifters and I can never tell reality from fantasy
There are mind-shifters and I can never tell right from wrong
I am straining through blood-and-sweat-smeared glasses
And all I see are shades of grey
Not greys of a thunderstormy cloud
The flood would be an exciting change
But greys that becloud my judgment and sense of morality
Greys that want to make me regret I have a sense of morality
Greys that want to make me throw away my sense of morality
Along with everything else I have lost on this long road
Thinking I’d be travelling light and simple
Unknowing that some complicated baggages
Contain some bare necessities
For an easier life-journey

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Ha! There! More like it.

{This would be it!}

Pray for me on this road I’m on
I left my car a mile and week ago
There are trees here and there looking at me
They are not bothered
Are they me
Have they been called to a life like mine
Keep looking, trees
Pray for your souls
That the woodcutter may still have a son who remembers him
And so he’d never have to retake his job to earn his living
Keep looking monkeys
Called to a blissful life lounging on tree branches
Pray for your souls
May I never find a stranded and lost soul-of-a-knife
At a period I may want to have monkeysoup
I am still too far concerned about wildlife conservation
And will not harm a hair on your butts
Besides, you are my only companions
No, I do not think you beneath me
I don’t have the luxury of that complex
You can stare hard and unblinking at me all you want
So long you acknowledge
I am alone on this journey
Though we be on the same road
So long you take a minute from your busy lives
To say a prayer for me
Thank you.

The Showdown

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Fuentes del angel caido – Fountain of the fallen angel (Photo credit: chrisfreeland2002)

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Prologue
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.
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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!
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Epilogue
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.