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Author’s note: for a while now, I have been compiling a Scripture According To Shadows. I write pieces that are based on the Holy Bible. My book is not meant to replace the bible, but to highlight some messages I think the bible is trying to communicate. The piece below is a prologue coming late. Apologies.




Narrator, in a deep voice:

In the modern day land of myth and legend


Narrator now raises hands and high-pitches voice dramatically:

Heads duck as lightning sparks fly generously

People’s and monsters’ alike

They scream fear and horror

Like babies on beds of pins and needles

They run and tumble

As mountains crack and ocean waves hit

Chaos graces the day


Narrator now exits


Seeing him descending mildly

You’ll never know he is the cause

Of the apocalypse happening below

This dove gliding smoothly

Has his focus on the humans

Not those spirits and forces of legend

Not the powers unseen and terrifying

But these tumbling fumbling mortals

Parading aimlessly the surface

Of this small round planet

Bloody bloodied ants without a queen


He deals in strange ways this one

He doesn’t wear shiny clothes and blings

That advertise his wealth or power

And doesn’t strut around with stooges or paparazzo

We have searched for him all over

Google, Facebook, Twitter and all

Well, maybe he runs a bitcoin account


He is perfectly stealthy this one

He hides in plain sight

Yet cannot be hidden

He is so plain in intent

Yet holds scary secrets

Average-sized friendly neighbourhood mortal by day

Super-sized scary mysterious force by night

He sees the shades of reality

Samples all states of matter

From the 2-dimensional

Through all physical

Through the psychological

Downright to the spiritual

He breezes through dimensions all at once

And he does all these without the aid of technology

He can manipulate forms of matter

Commanding the weather is the least

Of tricks he’s got in his toolbox

He can bend the minds of men

Without having to select the most suggestible subjects

He can bend even the intelligence of those ancient spirits

Without these victims knowing they are under hypnosis

And he’ll still get home in time for moonlight dinner

All in an 8-hour day job


Fear this one who wrecks critics

Without even packing a ‘matic

He takes down whole schools of philosophy

Without a blast or lead

And when he’s done arguing

He straightens some bent bones

Or raises some corpse

For a cherry on top

He’s just totally lovin’ ’n rockin’


As regular-looking as he is unusual

He rolls with both high and low

Yet not rude or caustic just to prove a point

He blends well into social functions

As well as solitary places and forests

And though he soars in abstracts thoughts

He is also downright realistic

And even dabbles into politics

Not like those monk-y philosophers

Who constantly live in the heavens

Unminding the nation is at brink of collapse

Or those philosophers with their own agendas

Who trade their worth in sincerity

For a glass of power and vodka


Who’d think the foundation of this man’s life

Was just love for humanity

Catered for the battered, tattered and shattered

Empathic with the sick, weak and bleak

Lightened the blackened, lacking and darkened


And in that same spirit with which he comforts

He deals with the darkness that rules souls and nations

And for a coup de gras

He crosses over the threshold of humanity

Through dying and takes on the enemy territory

Totally razing the zone

To the point of no comeback for the enemy

He blends in with the citizens of hades

Breaks through the rocky strongholds of Belial

Walks over the raging waters of the Leviathan

Takes the winds out and choking the Lucifer

To carry out a fatality strike on the Satan with the flaming sword

He now carts away the sacred treasures

It is like a scene out of an epic


He now leaves gehenna

Coming back to earth to distribute gifts

To those who all their lives

Have been wasting and impoverished


Oh, he still walks around today alright

Having achieved the status of a true IMMORTAL

Hiding in plain sight

Keeping it real all the way


No, not in the steeples of the cathedrals

Or the big offering boxes at sermons

He doesn’t bathe with the Holy Water

Or rub Anointing Oil on his skin


He is out and in everywhere…




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After the saga of the angels and virgins

We continue this tale of humble origins

At the ancient land of adventure and djinns


They grew skilled in the art

Of setting the merely supernatural apart

And studying the truly spiritual by heart



We’ve analyzed psychological effects and tricks

Criticized those engaged in religious theatrics

But we don’t do these just for kicks


So on seeing the strange star

Mad curiosity drove them travelling far

And they didn’t even use a car


When we landed in the metropolis

We said when accosted by the metro-police

We seek the righteous soul please


The police burst into wild guttural laughter

Calling their speaker a philosophical faffer

Like a page out of its chapter


Called the bunch amusing strangers

Like drunks who made wagers

They’d win a shootout with rangers


They then gave them an intro

To the 21st century in toto

Showing them they were so retro


We’ve come from a time

Where good flows in the clime

And love don’t cost a dime


Weapons protect us from nature

Not destroy each other’s future

And we got peace words can’t capture


We all thrive as one

Under the Illuminated One

Nothing he does can be undone


Magicians generally keep a low profile

And so these were silent all the while

Without saying anything right or vile


They couldn’t have come in vain

So they asked again and again

Though hearts bled in pain


We’ve been gathering knowledge in stages

Whilst half-truths and pride keep others in cages

Holding on to views and traditions for ages


Science and philosophy have their place

To finding truth they help in that race

But limited when evil stares you in the face


We are experimenters and astute observers

Not narrow-minded like so many others

Who can’t see science and faith share many borders


So we took to flight

At the signal of the true light

Who illuminates all in sight


Even our lord the Illuminated One

Can never hold a candle to this one

All realms will bow to this righteous one


(source: wakingtimes.com) What worlds really are all around us?

He will bridge the spiritual and physical

Unravel the dark web of the mystical

And he is not even mythical


So let all those with seeing eyes

Break away from all other ties

To reach for where reality lies


We will join you wherever you are in time and space in this search!


Matthew chapter 2 verse 1: NOW WHEN Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men [astrologers] from the east came to Jerusalem, asking, 2. Where is He Who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the east at its rising and have come to worship Him. 9. When they had listened to the king, they went their way, and behold, the star which had been seen in the east in its rising went before them until it came and stood over the place where the young Child was. 10. When they saw the star, they were thrilled with ecstatic joy. 11. And on going into the house, they saw the Child with Mary His mother, and they fell down and worshiped Him.


PERSONAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wonder what really “unseen” means. We can’t exactly see atoms. Does that make them spiritual? What is the nature of non-physical intelligent beings? Can we readily walk the bridge between the physical and the ‘spiritual’ worlds?



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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



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


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It’s winter again and I am born again

With the weather dropping its angst and baggage


Gunshots and thunders have been known to not wake me up

I have been blessed with the gift of sleep, in addition to milk and wine

But tonight I stagger out of bed like a drinker

Who was given a particularly potent new brand of ethanol

The piss of the spirits it is called

“It’s time to get rid of the past”

I heard winter’s chilly-sweet voice tell me out of sleep


I dance into the toilet like a goat out of a marijuana joint

Caution: I don’t encourage the use of illicit drugs

I reverently approach the toilet bowl and kneel before it

Like a priest before a deity

I gaze red-misty-eyed into the water

As commanded by winter


And I begin to see the seasons of my life gone by…




Bells in the air

Happy chaos everywhere

It’s the sound of joy and love

Spring came with the first romance of my life

All gift-wrapped and abandoned at my doorstep

I didn’t have to sweat for or with her

The whole feeling was that clear ecstasy you got

When your thoroughly engineered plans fell into place

And you had covered up for all possible lapses

Time flew past fast

Work was meaningful

And better than what I had dreamt of

Oh, things threatened to go wrong at times during the day

But in this spring season, nothing could go awry

I would find me singing as I strolled back from work in the evening

As I smelt the fragrance of freshly growing grasses

And believed all was right with the world




A little sweat here and there

But I still got this under control

Summer doesn’t care who your father is

This sun will burn even on the rich as well

A little sweat here a little ache there

And I began to learn the harsher rules of life

I enjoyed growing up and seeing the other sides

But drudgery comes upon every relationship

As the couple grow too familiar with each other

Even the work you love

Soon gathers its own dust and makes you sneeze

You can only hope the heat doesn’t go for too long

Because that would usher in unexpectedly on you


The autumn


Singing: let everything fall and fade away

Let the romance of death begin… la la la


The couple will dance to this song

And it takes two to rock it!

When every good immortalized relationship dies

It takes two to drive the stake through the vampirical heart

And I see how we both did our jobs well in the murder

Remember the threats of things to go wrong during the day

Well, they got their wishes

On the work front, I got the famous sack letter

The heat was too much for too long

Things started looking honestly bleak

But autumn never fails me

Autumn took everything away

Stripped me naked

It reminded me of how I came into the world


This cold place


Where the best season is




Welcome, winter

The comforter of souls in pain

The season of celebrating the birth of the one called Christ

The time when the year calls us to balance the books

The season that mixes so much sanguinity with melancholy


Here now comes the slow fade


When you hear them sing

From now on our troubles will be out of sight

It just means the cold has made us appropriately numb to them

It was a gradual step

From the innocence and bliss of spring

To the harsh realities of summer

Then to the frank cruelty of autumn

By now, you are fully made

Beaten out into shape

You have seen it all

The pain does not bother anymore

You have hung out your tears on winter to freeze them away

The slow fade has occurred

And I was left wondering if I wanted spring to come next as expected

In that state, did I even bother

I stared at the mirror intently to read my inner desires

But I am the man I once knew

The person I see in the mirror now

Is distorted by the ripples

Of the water in the toilet bowl

I get up reverentially

Dance out of the toilet like a goat out of a marijuana joint

Staggered into bed like a drinker

Totally light and drifting like one

Who has dropped all his angst and baggage

To be born or die again…


Who can ‘let it go’ better than a dead man

Sleep tonight Chris

Let it go


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It’s 1 am

How do I do something no one has ever written

Write something no one has ever done

Outstandingly creative or ingenious

That gets the reader stuck on its pages and lessons

A real page- and life-turner

That remains evergreen even when my hair turns grey

Something that will cost some sweet sweat

The kind that precedes a particularly delightful rest

The kind that only comes after rock-hard labour


This is the question I keep asking

At 4:30 am


This is the eternal curse of the artist

That high bar we have set for ourselves

That forever keeps us below the scientist

That high bar we never attain to

That makes a mockery of us before the scientist

Whose life is so simple

A very theoretically pragmatic mix of principles

No matter how actually chaotically inadequate this mix is


We forever fawn over our inferiority before them

The scientist who needn’t rise beyond his senses

The scientist who needn’t read between the lines of this piece

The scientist whose neurons fire away in peace

We artists be forever murdering ourselves

Suiciding and homiciding all through life

The artist wakes up every morning with a hammer to the head

He then picks at the pieces with long nails

Same nails he used to scratch his itchy under a night before

He scatters the bits with his scrawny feet

So bony from years of starvation

Because inspiration did not give 50 kobo if he survived

In a world of indie publishing, miscellaneous blogging and facebooking

He peers with eyeballs painfully straining hard

For something beyond the senses

Something truly beautiful

That could not have come from among those neurons and equations

Something more than a mockery of his senses

Writing simply as his eyes have seen or ears heard

He has to spin the magical into it

He cannot paint that drab leaf the way it is

The leaf has to look like a flower

A glorious flower nobody has seen before

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The artist has to produce a work of wonder

A work that the senses have to adore

A work the scientist has to bow before in awe


Make no mistake the scientist works hard

Starting from the imagination

Creating a complex question

But he then turns the simplistic way

Reduces the wonder to a series of observations and equations


The scientist has his own merits




The artist has to dig into the supernatural

He has to bridge the realms of the seen and unseeable

He has to produce a wonder

The scientist did not know existed

In a way that could not be explained by equations and mere observations

Using tools the scientist did not know existed

He looks at the simple elements

Eats them all up

Regurgitates lying down

Whilst the scientist scorns

Calling him a lazy goat

Who cannot handle the rigours of elaborate farm work


Only to produce a wonder the same scientist can apprehend

And adore with his own senses


A world beyond mere observations and simple equations of life.