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NEW BOOK -THE FABRIC BETWEEN

Posted on January 15, 2022 | Leave a comment

A happy new year to you. And thanks for tolerating my disappearing presence here.
I hope to entertain or provoke you with my third book, titled “The Fabric Between” and it’s a fictional story this time.
It is available on Amazon.com via https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09QH97B48/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_0TFZDYDR3H6PJJGPGWSJ

It’s available for purchase. If it says otherwise, kindly try the Amazon site for your country of residence, or use this link:

The book is a fictional easy read which does not magically solve the puzzle of all things supernatural but looks at how the mystical and spiritual leak into regular everyday living.

The couple who express no shame for the way they are. They do not try too hard to fit in or stand out. The aim is to blend the unseen reality in with the visible, not crash it in like many others want.
The regular lad who had a bad life and makes bad decisions. He tries to live. He tries to be happy.
The scientists and sceptics who live in the real world, produce real results, and have been proven right or wrong. But they will not settle for faeces, if they recognize it as coming from a farm animal.
And a lot more.
Different faces of people come together to try see how life consists in all the boring and complex, pragmatic and fantastical, the visible and the unseen.
The tone of the book is drama, with elements of humour, cynicism, love, and more woven in.

Half of the proceeds from the book goes to an NGO dedicated to protecting family values.

Enjoy it. 😀🙂

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WALKING ABOUT NAKED

Posted on September 15, 2019 | 2 comments

cover pix of book 2

If someone had told me two years ago that I would be writing a book, well.

I wish to clearly state, not in the manner of a disclaimer, but as a matter of fact that this should not be seen as exactly a book. I honestly can barely find remote similarities to one. This means that this is to be approached with very low expectations. Thank you.

It is actually more like a journal of my musings on issues relating to the science-religion discourse. More than that, it shows some actual conflicts I may have gone through as I tried to navigate this curious issue.

I hope you enjoy seeing me walk naked.

 

The link to the pdf file, hosted on google drive is

https://drive.google.com/file/d/11TvLfGVkrD5_o8ybeAVhj8t79ecLkJDT/view?usp=sharing

Download and enjoy freely.

I should post the link to my first collection later. Apparently, I have two collections to my name now. *sighs

 

Yours shamelessly,

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SCRIPTURES ACCORDING TO SHADOWS: PERCEPTIONS

Posted on June 26, 2018 | 2 comments

Company log excerpts discovered on a dark website DeadSeaScrollse.onion . (PLEASE, DO NOT CLICK ON THE WEB LINK.)

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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The shift

Posted on April 12, 2018 | 7 comments

source: medium.com

We interrupt our usual semi-disorganized artistic-poetic transmission in order to briefly appreciate mankind’s efforts so far:

We existed

We populated

Then, to address the problem of overcrowding, we killed

The population shrank

Then we pushed another government agenda to encourage population.

 

We started religion

Religion led to horrors

Then we went on anti-religion campaign to eliminate religion

When we became bored, and horrors still happened

We invented ‘cooler’ ways of trying to find some meaning and answers

We just ran short of calling them religion.

 

We knew deity

We called him wicked, selfish and proud

Then we went on anti-god rampage to stamp the name out of the planet

Man then took on the name of god and idols

Man is wicked, selfish and proud

Now we just may need another point of reference outside of ourselves.

 

We made laws

Laws became constrictive, made things ‘black and white’

We eliminated the concept because we adored the sixty shades of greys of (im)morality

Our inner lawlessness turned all the greys into darkness

Now we scatter everywhere seeking some order.

 

We knew emotions

Feelings made us ‘weak and illogical’

We made of ourselves androids

The perfect hellish paradise every post-apocalyptic sci-fi movie depicts

Cold reason gave us the building and construct

But devoid of the beauty and meaning

We then dared to ‘crave’ a ‘higher sense of purpose’

Short of calling ourselves MERELY HUMAN AFTER ALL!

 

 

These observations have we the learned ones –scribes and Pharisees –made. We then went for a consultation with the Wise One. He merely smiled at us smugly, logged on as an admin to www.bible.com on the Deep Net for those who dabble into truth and mysteries, and entered the query: “matthew9v16to17” which yielded: “No one puts a piece of new cloth onto an old garment; for that which is put in to fill it up takes from the garment, and the tear is made worse. Nor do men put new wine into old wineskins; else the wineskins burst, and the wine runs out, and the wineskins perish. But they put new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved together.”

We actually developed an acute headache from the irritation. Is he kidding us? We should, what, scatter the whole structure and start building from the scratch? We all know this sounds very useful in principle. But, how do we, where do we even begin to go from? What do we do in the meantime? Why shouldn’t we just run things on the side by patching? Management-by-crisis. But how do we then make that clean switch to the new? Do we just abandon the planet, take a recess like those lazy monks to the wilderness so we can start at the primordium of life, meaning and sanity? What will happen to the world in the meantime?

We grabbed the so-called Wise One by the chin, and just out of pure irritation, smacked him up in the head, spat on him, and thoroughly trashed his laptop.

Then we went back to our city. We patted ourselves on the back. “We sure showed him, didn’t we?” “Who’s really wise now?”

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INTRODUCING THE SON

Posted on November 30, 2017 | 3 comments

 

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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.

 

INTRODUCING THE SON

 

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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