Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Faith of a Farmer

How can I teach, or rightly preach
Against the world’s lie?

My sheep you herd, upon My word
You shall not go awry.


How can I know just where to go,
When all my footsteps stray?

My son, to Me, beneath the tree
I saw thee on thy way.

Now take up seeds in all thy deeds
And cast them on the ground.


Some Sow, some Reap, to feed my sheep
In this, thy faith is found.

But why, Oh Lord? What of my sword?
What of my mighty arm?

Thy given strength shall learn its length
When first you learn to farm

The high made low, one day shall know
The wisdom of this way.


Some Sow, some reap. Please feed my sheep
And cast thy seed today.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Kluflex Letters - continued

Cousin Nagford,

Your letters to me concerning your subject’s faith in the enemy are beginning to weary my ears, really. I mean, were we defeated at the gates of heaven when those dire arms flung us into the pit? I think not. Let them have faith. Let them have religion, even if it is Christianity. We have time on our side.
My junior tempting school gym teacher once remarked to a classmate of mine, who was ill at ease with the gentle tutelage of his own peers, “Time is the incessant heel that grinds us to the will of our betters.” In your man’s case (and any human’s case), Our Father below is the stronger will, the more insistent tug. The draw of Hell is like gravity itself. And, gravity and time are cousins just as surely as we are, Nagford! Let the little stinkblob have his faith in the enemy. We will grind it in our terrible teeth.
As you bloody well know, since your man is a self-professed Christian, we are at full scale war with his soul. It has been accepted by that terrible light, and bathed in fire and water. To us, it is no longer a sweet smelling meat roasted on a hellish spit, but a horrible burning brand.
Nevertheless, since it is we who tend the fire on the first hand, and the man himself who tends it with faith and religion on the second hand, we have the field advantage. Humans are inherently lazy and selfish, after all. So, we need to aim all our endeavors towards making him as complacent towards his relationship with the enemy as possible. Instead of continuing to isolate him, we should now thrust him into the spotlight. Make him a popular fellow with his peers – at least, the peers we control. Let his acquisition of material things go unhindered. As terrible as it is to stoke the happiness of a man, in the long run it can fuel him towards disaster. Clutter him up with goods to barrier him from the enemy. Oh, He’s bound to get through you know, but any act of diminishing Him aids us greatly.
What you are really doing in this, cousin, is creating an opportunity. Balloon his happiness till it chokes him, stoke his ego until it drives him off a cliff. There are no real successes towards materialism or power abuse due to his faith, and he’ll be aware of this. He’ll see no danger in them, and lose his way. He’ll coast on his faith, rather than tend it. Opportunity, Nagford, Opportunity! Even in a losing battle, one bullet can turn the tide. If you can skewer his faith at the right opportunity, you’ll end the man.
As a Christian, he has taken up his cross. Yet, he doesn’t yet know what that means. Most Christians, when they speak of taking up the cross, mean it as symbolically as the wooden beams on the stupid steeple or the tacky jewelry on their flabby necks. In their hearts, however, they are not truly prepared to take up their suffering and endure with it to the end. It is hardly entertaining for them, and always exactly what they need rather than want. And, delightfully, some is it is truly awful. Loss of loved ones - oh yes! Sickness - delightful! Wanton rejection and hatred of his fellow man - ah sweet misery! These are crosses, Nagford, and opportunities we could not create if total control were ours, ironically. The enemy practically drools over them at those crosses as we do, for different reasons obviously. He wants them to come through the crucible well forged, and we want them cooked to a crisp! How often have we murdered hope, and ground them under despair. Only one of them made it through to terrible victory, cousin, only one! Let them be Christians if they dare.
As shallow as a human is, their souls drink from deep waters. They thirst for that perfect life they all feel is coming, but are left in a world of danger, suffering, and seemingly endless time. That thirst is quenched for them when they stand before the enemy, and we are cast without as shaky helpless shadows. Yet, with our help, they do far less to quench their thirst with the enemy as they do with the world in which Our Father below rules as prince. Courage, persistence, and patience are called virtues, but they are crosses! Ha! See how many will take them up in that state! See how many will stand against the state and their peers for the sake of righteousness! They want it to be easy. They want it to be fair. They want it to be predictable. And you are afraid? Pah!! It is so easy to make them see the world as god more than Him. Who would look at one shining star in the heavens when tossed in a sea of noise and fury? Time is on our side, cousin. Bide yours.

Your delightful cousin,
Kluflex

Dear cousin Nagford,

Good work putting your patient’s faith to hammer and tongs. I’ve read the reports of your progress so far, and it’s clear that you’ve given him quite a few lovely jabs in the eye. If it is war He wants, let him have it. Any prey that struggles to leave its cage is going to let the bruises of such an effort teach him submission.
I can see, however, that you are overly worried about your man’s realizations. He is beginning to realize the Truth, take a lesson from it, and apply it in his life. He’s “moving forward”, as you put it. Sweet, foolish cousin. Let me tell you how to get a man so bent on moving forward that he’ll spin his wheels fast enough to move backwards: Objectivism.
Purpose is the domain of the enemy where objectives and agendas are ours. One includes His guidance, and the other is an end unto itself. Every thing that He made has its twisted equivalent. Everything made has a mockery. So, because they are so similar in form, these dull-witted humans will mistake one for the other without a second thought. Why, I once broke up a congregation with objectives. They aimed so hard at building a better community that they drove themselves apart with their own energies. What kept me laughing about it was the work efforts that tore them apart were intended as a way for them to get closer to Him. It was as easy as seeding the idea that all outcomes are events-oriented rather than faith-oriented. The objective eclipsed the purpose, and it was as easy as falling off a log.
The principle of things and the face of them are so alike sometimes that a twisted truth seems straight. It is easy to fool them, and trip them up with objectives and agendas. After all, if the objective is benevolent, then any objection or doubt or promptings of the enemy will be brushed aside with the simple phrase “It is for the greater good.”
The world of the spirit is like a vast river, the current of which has such subtleties and changes that any course without guidance, be it benevolent or otherwise, is doomed. The path to Hell is paved not merely with good intentions, but intention itself. A man of intentions is his own god, in a way. Why would a man need a helping hand when he can leverage the world? Our job is to rotate them in and out of this position of leverage at a rate that keeps their desires satisfied only to the point that they continue to crave more of the world, more of us, and less of Him. The objective is the objective.

Your delightful cousin, Kluflex

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Law in Eden

A lying tongue, the garden did profane
When forked to spit, did split the truth in twain
Where good and evil gods there did arise
From fruit forbidden, law of God despised

So Satan’s Law in Eden was a lie
With woman told “Ye shall not surely die:”
And idle man, who did not crush his head
But ate instead damnation of the dead

And both their eyes were opened to their fate
He shook the hinge, as shut He slammed the gate
With sin, the sting of death all men to feel
Till righteous son of man should bruise his heel.......

When death lamented having lost its prey
When dawn was crowned the holy Christian day
The saving grace of man was spoken true
By he who said, “They know not what they do.”

Floating Hope

A lion sleeps in shadows
Beneath the fallen trees
The bleat and bells draw nearer
The flock asunder flees
As lion bursts beneath them
Its eyes with hate abound
His curse and cudgel falling
He buries in the ground

The Lord is seeking Abel
His brother, black with mud
“What hast thou done?” He asks him
“I hear thy brother’s blood.”
“And now thou art accursed”
So caught up in his snare
The cursed responded only
“Tis more than I can bear”

The mark of vengeance wearing
He passes out from God
The son of murder wanders
Into the land of Nod
And there he builds a city
Upon the hand of blood
Till sin with rising torrent
It washed away in flood

Above the raging waters
Went Noah in his boat
That Seth, who followed Abel
Could keep our hope afloat
For God is God of Justice
Where vengeance is may seem
He sends a man among us
Through which he can redeem

Song and Silence

Long He sat in song and silence
Pain, the price of every birth
Torn the veil, devoid of violence
God made heaven and the earth

On the string, a countless chorus
Angels sing, on wing of flight
“Glory, Father, now before us”
And He said, “Let there be light”

From His chord was struck creation
Dust he made, to every mote
From his trumpet, man and nation
Blasted forth in every note

All of heaven glorifies Him,
Every stone cries out His name
Yet the voice of man denies him
Gift of choice, a rift of shame

God, who made the land and ocean!
God, who made the stars and skies!
Man, who trembles at the notion,
Let him be accounted wise

Monday, March 5, 2007

The Kluflex Letters, Samples

The Kluflex Letters

TO: Esteemed Minister Malis
FROM: Ministry Officer Vulminax

CONCERNING: Release of proprietary information / damage control

Esteemed Minister Malis,

This memorandum is to inform you of the nature of the recent information leak, as well as the steps involved in assessing and controlling the damage. I can assure you, Minister, that effective measures have been applied to both Nagford and Kluflex. Their chief protests were, of course, that the enemy was involved in some kind of conspiracy. Though I agreed with them it did not deter me from my duty, and my pleasure, in punishing them both mercilessly.


I should hasten to add one very important fact. Kluflex is not, in any way, an expert on the human soul. He is, like all such ilk, mainly familiar with the tricks of his trade, owing his position in the ministry largely to suckling at heels rather than skill.


Regarding the letters intercepted from the enemy: they have proven extremely hazardous to handle, and terrible to look upon. However, our team of experts has finally managed to render a usable translation suitable for those with eyes that cannot take in their deadly glare. They are, thankfully, now not as potent as the originals. I am sorry to report that their intelligence value is minor, as they are chalked full of the typical simpering emotional fluff of the enemy's love. They're enough to make me vomit.


I have enclosed some samples of the contraband in question for your inspection, and would like to again assure you, that no further information leaks will occur.

Greatest respect and admiration,
Ministry Officer Vulminax
5th House, Infernal Affairs



Cousin Nagford,

It has been some time since I have last written you, and I assure you that it is out of no fault of kindness that I am writing to you now. As you are well aware, the post offices are rather in disarray in Our Father's house below. Torture, no matter how refined, cannot always guarantee the highest efficiency from these cattle, and letters have been lost from time to time, as in that unfortunate incident that we now refer to as "The Screw-up Letters" found and published by that most disreputable and disgusting Oxford professor. 


Fortunately, the human vermin mostly regard them as of superficially intellectual amusement, and the damage has been minimal – save for that poor idiot and his nephew. Still, another similar incident is to be avoided and I have circumvented the usual routes in order to guarantee their safe delivery myself. Having secured my fare share of souls in Our Father's house below and having been promoted to a much coveted post in the Ministry of the Interior, I find myself in the useful position of giving you field-men some much needed advice.

I happened to 'stumble' over one of your last reports in which you gladly stated that your subject is well on his way to becoming a racist, and I must say excellent work! Racism was a favorite subject of mine in my old College days, and I am delighted to have the opportunity to give you reams of good advice on the subject.


Since you said that your man is a bit of a 'thinker', as you call it, you should tread lightly. Don't let him pursue his own thought processes on the subject too deeply or the game is up. Done properly, like all the tricks of the trade, you can keep your so called 'thinker' walking in a perfect spiral straight down to our doorstep without ever so much as crossing a line.


Now, as we all know, He made the human races different from one another with a specific purpose in the same way that he made two different varieties of human beings. The enemy wants them to be humble by admitting their weaknesses so that they can then draw strength from their differences in order to prepare them for their eventual relationship (He calls it 'marriage') with Him. What we want is for them to feel so arrogant in their supposed superiority that they feel revulsion towards anything different from themselves. As you no doubt surmised, this tactic works well in undoing the bonds between men and women as it does between the different human races. Therefore, what we want is to highlight those weaknesses themselves, but obscure their purpose. Once that is obscured, they can see their fellow vermin as being racially or genetically or culturally inferior to themselves after which everything becomes much easier. Your subject may then feel entitled to look down on his supposed inferiors without feeling a sense of guilt, since such condescension stems from what he regards as pity rather than loathing for "those poor, backwards savages". Such resentments serve as lovely jabs at the enemy's design, and can greatly aid in securing your subjects soul.


You should read Glurrdle's textbook essays on Dehumanization and Hypocrisy, most useful during the golden years of the humans' second Great War, and which still finds good use in some of the poorer countries of the world. Remember the old adage, "Black and White is always right!" If you can get him focused tightly on placing worldly things into a 'bad' and 'good' context (loosely defined) it will be a snap of the fingers to focus him on placing racial and cultural differences in the same context. And, since they are all such self-centered little things, they will always place their race and their culture in the 'good' bin in the blink of an eye despite any clear evidence to the contrary. In this manner, you can get a man to exclaim his disgust at the results of our own labors on one human race's culture and in the same breath laugh at or loudly praise the same work in his own culture simply on the basis that they are 'familiar' and therefore 'good'. Or, if he happens to notice the contradiction, you can get him to justify it by labeling it as 'civilized'.


Above all, what you must avoid is allowing him to take particular notice of those qualities of the enemy in the other races, or, if he does, to reduce his impression of them to something of a trivial and non-commercial quality. Never allow him to lose that practiced sense of superiority, and as an added bonus he may be well on his way to being either a chauvinist or a snob. Either way, the lack of humility will be a welcome paving stone to the road of his eventual journey to Our Father's house below.

Your delightful cousin,
Kluflex


Dear brother Maewen,

I send you this letter to congratulate you on your new posting as a guardian angel. Your laurels are well deserved, brother. Doubtless, you are very curious about the convention of this letter, and I feel that some explanation should be made. You see, as you are now attached to a mortal heart, you will soon begin to understand the true nature of a guiding and guarding spirit. Unlike you, your protégé will not drink in the pure expression of thought. He is not ready for that cup yet, and will, at the best of times, only sip from it. So, I will speak to you in the manner of mortals, to help you become accustomed to what I lovingly name their "patch-work" vision. Fear not, for I have had much practice in this ancient art. My mentor taught this method to me when I held the noble position you now occupy. It is with a glad heart that I share his gift to me with you. I know from experience that this position is a bittersweet one. From your instruction, you know that this post is life-long, and cannot be lain down till the protégé is discharged from their mortality.


There are some words of warnings that, in all love and friendship, I offer to you. The first is this; no matter how deep the despair of his suffering, you must endure with him to give him Our Father's message of hope. These children cannot yet see the light at end of their lives, or know with true certainty that death, though bitter, is not the final end. There is much they suspect, and do not know. It is their faith alone which leads them to that which they could not willingly choose. However, many will fall into despair, and be won over by the darkness. Our eyes witness eternity, and see our Father's victory.  Theirs is temporal, and can see only what is placed before them.


However, even until his last breath is gasped, you must strive for his salvation. For, even in his final moment can he find it. No victory is more sweet than snatching Our Father's children from the clutches of a life of sin at the last moment, when they allow themselves to see what they have blinded themselves to, and receive the cup from Our Father. Though I shun any discord against the symphony of heaven, I would almost dare to say that the wailing of our enemies' despair in that final defeat is a sweet, sweet music.

Your brother in love,
Johan



Cousin Nagford,

It was kind of you to reply to my last letter so promptly. However, I should like to request that you avoid too much reference to my own reading of your reports, as they are sometimes classified and it might cause an embarrassing situation for some people here in the office. Nevertheless, I am happy that your efforts are going so well, and that your man's soul is virtually in hand.


I am delighted to hear that your subject is so concerned with finding a 'real job'. Encouraging his doubt in the enemy's Providence is the key to herding him into the drudgery of an unfulfilling occupation. Get him thinking that even the most basic pleasures in life require large sums of money or the things that cost money such as an expensive car, house, or education. Do not allow him to see them as materialistic wants, however, but rather as necessities of life. Then, bend his mind fully on the acquisition of those things so that his happiness and contentment are things which he perceives he will one day be allowed to have but for the moment must put off in order to acquire them.  


Try to make sure he finds himself in a cubicle away from the air and light staring at a screen for 8 hours a day. You want your man wound so tightly that he feels he can neither move nor breath, but can then also totter about with very controlled movements and a great deal of nervous, frustrated energy. Really get him to focus externally, and then relate that to everything he feels internally. If he feels depressed or cross, then he must think it is because he has had a bad day at work, even though that day was virtually identical in thought and deed to every other day he's had at his job. 

Always switch his signals around. When there is an external problem, get him to internalize so that he bottles it up and when there is an internal problem get him to externalize so that he avoids dealing with it. This will balance his energies like a valve, so that he can pop off into a rage upon command. I had a most amusing subject trained to this method so well that he was despised by all his coworkers as a loudmouthed fool, and at the same time never said anything that was really on his mind! The stress of it built so gradually that he died prematurely of a heart-attack in traffic and rear-ended a school bus. That was artistry, dear Cousin.

However, I must admit that my own advancement was largely due to the sort of complacency my subjects placed on the state of their own souls as your man does – some not even admitting that there is such a thing, delightfully. Just a word to the wise, don't get too much into the habit of enjoying your remaining time by over-indulging yourself. I imagine by now your man responds to jealousy, fear, pride, hatred, and lust in much the same manner as a performing dog and amusing at it is, let us not forget the tasks at hand. Your fellow tempters will still need your assistance in securing the souls of his friends, relatives, and coworkers, so use a tight leash. 


You never want your subject to fall into complete abandon so as to wake up others to the true cause of his actions, or to disassociate with him and render him useless to us. The miserable, monotonous dullness of contempt and rejection for his fellow man that the humans call 'tolerance', when balanced and regulated properly can be a true work of art. You can get your subject to swallow a virtual sewer as long as it is given to him steady drop by drop.

Your delightful cousin,
Kluflex


Dear Brother Maewyn,

Concerning your last question, the gift of suffering is indeed alien to those of our order, but it is still important for us to understand. The leading and protection of our protégés is natural enough, as natural as a mother's love. However, it is not the mother's love and affections that makes the boy into a man. Quite often, the good seed is cast on hard ground, and yet there it thrives despite wind and weather.


Now, the mortal heart may be tempted by the enemy to believe that Our Father is unmerciful and harsh in making suffering His tool of glorification, for often they cannot see the difference between suffering
for something and suffering because of something. The difference is desire. The suffering a parent endures, out of a desire to raise and love its child is, in the minds of men, inconsequential and immaterial. When they consider the value or, (forgive a mercenary term)"cost" of their child, it is measured in more than weight of meat and potatoes, as our enemy has led some of them to believe so that the butchers might have rule. Some might, by the enemy's suggestion believe that any decent parent would have done the same, which is true, but then be led to believe that parenthood is in itself a default decency. A mother of our fold, who remembers the pain of childbirth, remembers it without blame, but as a blessing. For, in her loving heart she knows that this which is dearly bought is bought dearly.


It is also desire that is the danger, brother Maewyn. It is why mortals brought suffering into the world in the beginning of their arduous journey. To be like gods is in their will, but only a true understanding of God's will can make anyone godlike. The lie of a forked tongue splits the truth, and thus have men been divided from Our Father by seeing him as they now see themselves, and indeed, all things: as both good and evil. Therefore, they will see natural affection as good, when it is in fact, natural. The difference between the good and the perfect will forever be a puzzle for them, brother, for nothing in the circle they inhabit is perfect, as they see it. Therefore, the suffering they endure will seem to them good, and they endure it grudgingly, or bad, and they endure it bitterly. The idea our enemy torments them with is the idea of meaningless suffering, but he has long striven to make all things seem meaningless, since Our Father made meaning. The idea of perfect suffering, which we strive to show them in Christ, seems to them abhorrent. It is the price of salvation in a world where sin has made entry. This idea of perfection, Maewyn, is hardest for mortals to fathom. The very word, perfect, seems to their perceptions of the finite and limited, a cheat. Yet, it lived and breathed and walked among them.


Cor blimey, sir, I've had enough of this foppish rubbish. If you wanna lash me, go ahead and lash me, but find another damned interpreter. I quit! - underwriter Leadsnoot

-underwriter Fogline cont'd


Always strive to keep your protégé's mind away from the idea of "good" or "useful" suffering as he sees it, and instead reveal in his mind the perfect suffering of Christ, for him. Our Father's gift of grace makes clear through the cross: perfect suffering and perfect love, in a world of sin, go hand in hand. Our task is to reveal their suffering to them not as good or bad, but Christ-like. So, when the rain drives and the wind tears, they sting the skin but not the heart. It is turmoil and turbulence which fill the sails of a mortal vessel. It is our duty to reveal to them that with Christ as their compass, though it rain bitter tears, they can find hope.

Your brother in love,
Johan



My dear cousin,

We are pleased to hear that your subject has found himself a job he despises, yet which pays him very well. This is exactly the sort of drudgery we want. The last thing we need is for him to be in a job were he feels productive and fulfilled. Now, I know that the obvious thing to do at this point is to try and build in him a great desire for wealth, and turn him into a materialist. However, from what I read of your man, he doesn't strike me as particularly greedy. Therefore, what I suggest here is a more drastic but rewarding approach. 


Try instead to build up his fear of poverty rather than is love of wealth. You see, dear Nagford, if you get your subject in love with money, and he begins to see it as vain or greedy, you will have to constantly argue uphill by struggling against his nature. I can assure you it is exhausting work, and the path to Our Father's House below is a downward slope, not upward. Therefore, if you instill in him a healthy fear of poverty, and he begins to slip from it, you can always give him a sharp reminder from time to time when he sees a homeless person or a beggar.

Make sure in those cases, however, that he does not see the humanity of such people, but solely their conditions. Remember, you want him to react with revulsion rather than compassion. Fortunately, your man is not the dreadful sort which might regard poverty as a trial of the flesh, as some of the great warriors on the enemy's side have done. So, press in him the need for constant acquisition in order to shore up his fortress with meaningless material objects to make him feel safe. 

I hope that you remember Professor Glugboat's lectures from our College days on spiritual inflation. My favorite quote of his was In the grand dissonance of the noise of Our Father Below, the distraction of material things is like the timpani which crushes out the horrible music of heaven. However, the same tendency towards distraction which lures them to us can lure them away, witless beasts that they are. Thus we have the organized distraction of materialism to act as the dangling carrot. Keep him busy in it, for the deadliest weapon against this tactic is calm and silence, where the subject might possibly discern the serenity of the enemy or the concussive mortar of the spiritual battlefield through which they trod, oblivious.

The brilliance of spiritual inflation is that, as the spiritual emptiness inside your patient gets larger, material gratification grows smaller. Like a man stuffing himself with food while dying of thirst. The more he eats, the worse it gets, until he is spiritually starved. The constant need for more eventually becomes cyclical and self-sustained until the subject is engorged to the point where they fall apart. Then, Nagford, we are in the crucial position! In his arrogant refusal to recognize which part of him hungers and thirsts, the patient is starved to the degree where they are ready to receive us. I recommend either new-age spiritualism or occultism as the flavor of this generation, for he'll have many compatriots.


With great effort, we have gotten these ridiculous humans so mixed up about the law of Times and Seasons to the point that they are perpetually terrified of going without, want everything now, and enjoy nothing of what they have once they've gotten it. Getting them to take everything for granted, and yet constantly struggling against the natural fluctuation of life is not only wicked good fun, but keeps them in the twilight of the human condition where we are strongest. So, the first thing you must do is blur in your subject the lines between spiritual poverty and worldly poverty to the point where the two are indistinguishable. 


Spiritual poverty is a powerful tool in our hands, and worldly poverty a powerful tool for the enemy. A man who is rich in spirit can withstand some of our most brutal assaults, but a man poor in spirit will welcome our miseries no matter how much money he has. Just make sure to relate words like "poverty" and "the poor" to him as physical sensations rather than conditions. The more you clutter his mind with misleading imagery and false fears, the less likely he will be to ever allow himself to face such conditions. Properly motivated, your man will not only continue with his drudgery but will actually be grateful for it, if it keeps him from the poor house. However, you shouldn't be content with cracking the whip over him from time to time. Fear is just the leaf and branch, but what you really want is your subject to be rooted in his condition, and I am delighted to tell you how.

Now, we all know that fear is simply trust in the enemy's providence that has been twisted into doubt, and is Our Father below's grand Law in Eden. However, the root of such doubts and the foundations of Hell itself is the human desire to control its own fate. The brilliance of the Law in Eden is that it springs right out of the core of the human design. You see, when He created the humans, he did it in His own image (He would, you know), and one aspect of that image was control over their hearts and actions. He designed them in this way so that they could not only serve Him and find purpose and fulfillment, but also freely choose to love him rather than be puppets subject to His will. 


Therein lies their weakness! This self-control can, with patience and craftiness, be turned into willful ambition. In the same manner that you twist his faith into fear, you may twist his self-control into self-will. Keep in mind however, that doubt in the enemy is founded entirely on the Law in Eden and is therefore something that can be destroyed, unhappily, by His presence. With such a constant risk of His exposure to the patient, however dim and hazy it may seem to him, doubt and fear are best only used in short burst or controlled waves. So, during the Great Blockade, self-will should be a more practical tactic.

Once you twist his fears and desires to control his own heart and actions into a desire to create his own destiny, the subject will abandon any purpose but his own. Obscure from his mind any question of Ultimate purpose, and he will be left with a fruitless existence driven only by his own ambition to acquire and control that which he can never really have, and the trifling pleasures of the moments will be swallowed up by the impermanence of a temporal life. Once the subject believes that his happiness is solely the product of his own will and actions, it is a stroll down cherry lane. What better world than one in which human actions have no meaning, joys are fleeting or nonexistent, and from which the enemy appears entirely absent! Keep up the good work.
Your delightful cousin,
Kluflex


Dear Brother Maewyn,

I hope that our hands and prayers were helpful to you. Your letters were so filled with your protégé's despondency at his tempters use of [redacted] that Our Father sounded the horns and sent us to the hunt! Once, when I was young and unknowing, I asked Him why we could not always sound the horns and throw back the enemy from His children. He did not correct my foolishness, but said lovingly "I draw breath for the final trumpet"  We must be content between breaths, and do our small part.


Be of good cheer, brother. The crest of this wave is well in sight, and your protégé will soon be at his bourne. I am sorry that he has yet to hear you, and has left his heart blind to Our Father. We must continue to work within his heart until his eyes open. 


You write of your protégé's trouble with work and labors. My records state that he is not genuinely lazy, but very proud. Since he feels that his talents and gifts are not recognized or validated, (a validation that only his Father can provide), he tends to regard certain jobs as beneath him. Work to blend his zeal for work he is good at with patience for work he struggles with. The need for humility is obvious, but what you must guard him against is his own pride. We all remember him of us who fell, and his pride. Be on him with wing and word when he finally feels ashamed of this false pride, and provide him with good council. His conscience is not underdeveloped, so you should have good opportunities to make headway. Do not be troubled if his ears do not hear, for his heart is fertile ground. Be patient until the flower is ready to bloom. And, if it be an evil flower that grows up, still we can tend the garden.

Our brother Hansel sends word and makes a gift of strength to you both. He is a shameless journeyman, bless him. He cruelly taunts me by joking about the "weighty matters" of celestial order until I am forced to smile or laugh. I'm too dull-witted to counter, but I lose no happiness over it.

Lovingly,

Johan

My dear cousin Nagford,

Your last letter did nothing to assuage my concerns that you were entirely to blame for this whole rotten turn of events. And, dear cousin, I would hate to see you try and pin the blame on any advice I have given you, as it would be most unfortunate if you did. Did you listen to nothing I told you? Where were you when he was associating with people who were obviously the enemy? You mentioned nothing about it in any of your reports, and there will be Hell to pay for those omissions. Better to out and admit that your subject is spending time with the enemy than let something like this happen.


From what I gather, your subject became curious about the whole idea of Truth from reading a Christian book. Now, your first step was right when you pointed him towards all the deliciously ridiculous varieties of human dogmas and trite clichés. However, here you made a fatal mistake! You allowed your man to reason his way through it! 


You must never, EVER allow them to reason, especially about Christianity! Reason means they are thinking by themselves first of all, which is always bad. Secondly, reason is His invention for discovering the Truth! You never hand your subject a sword of the enemy and let it swing it about as it pleases, unless you enjoy losing an eye or a hand.

I understand why you let it happen. Like many junior tempters, you have taken for granted the modern age's atmosphere of pseudo-scientific rationale tailored together by our control of the modern media. You should have known, however, that science and rationale were not always used as a means to an end as they now are. We worked very hard to twist them into our own tools, yet at their heart they remain in His keeping.


Still, your man isn't yet a Christian, so we have time on our side, so, all is not lost. And, even if (though I fear to mention it), he were to become a Christian, it doesn't mean that he will be sincere or serious about it. A lot of humans start to feel preachy and philosophical as they get older and decide that it might be time to pick a religion and start paying God protection money. And yet, they still seek to enjoy the life of Sin that we provide for them. In a way, these "Christians" are even better than sinners, as they provide us with our favorite sport: the match up between dogmatic zealot and disenchanted cynic.  I'm sure this will all turn out in our favor...


Your delightful cousin,
Kluflex

The Tale of Kindly Fool

Once, there was a small village called Media, where a man named Kindly Fool lived. Kindly was a teacher and a writer, though considered very poor at both. He bored publishers with his submissions, which were riddled with big words and a shocking lack of explosions or sex. His teaching methods left much to be desired as well. He was nearly fired for making students answer test questions in essay form rather than multiple choice. The principle explained to him that, obviously, without the answer in front of them, how was the student to know the answer?

Kindly Fool had many disappointments and setbacks in his life, but the greatest was his attempts at solving the city’s sewage problem. Many years prior, there had been a great leader who had given the people ordinances for managing and maintaining the city. At first, people followed them religiously. However, over time, these ordinances came to be considered obligatory, then perfunctory, and finally optional.

When sewage workers began to complain of the rising smell they had to work in due to back-ups in the system, the city leaders decided that airing the system out would get rid of the problem. So, the valves were opened, releasing the imprisoned stink into the city. Of course, this accosted the poor people of Media like a punch in the face, but over time they got used to it.Kindly Fool, however, was slower on the uptake. The stench stayed offensive to him, and he went immediately to the city library, ripping down the “Abandoned Building” sign, to try and research the problem and perhaps solve it. At the bottom of a mountain of dictionaries labeled “Too confusing”, Kindly found the great book of ordinances.

Taking the book up, he went straight to the Market Forum, a place where merchants, scam artists, and legitimate entertainers could operate freely. Kindly applied for an entertainer’s license to read his book aloud, but his reviewer, on hearing the material, informed him that he would have to reapply for a scam artist license. Kindly did so, and was quickly approved.Up on his podium, Kindly began reading from his book. He covered everything, from valve covers to proper waste disposal. He even covered topics that had nothing to do with sewage. He talked about unheard of ideas, such as “love your neighbors”, and “don’t steal, or lie to each other”. A few listened, but a great crowd was gathering at another stand, the stand of the juggler.

The juggler was the most skilled artist in Media. He did backflips and never dropped a stick. Kindly himself was curious, and wandered over to see the juggler. To his shock, Kindly noticed that the juggler's deft hand would dart into their pockets and then dart into his own, robbing them. He tried to point this out to people around him, only to be looked at balefully for ruining their turn at being “jostled by the juggler”, as it was called.

Kindly returned to his stand, but now a small crowd followed the nay-sayer to heckle him. It was hard to convince them of the stink they suffered, for they’d long forgotten it. Kindly pointed out the raw sewage they were trudging through, and they pointed out his lack of boots in turn. The more he preached, the more Media despised him. They quickly became violent, and chased Kindly Fool out of their town.

Battered and beaten, poor Kindly shivered in the woods until he saw a light in the distance. Following it, he found a man at a fire who offered him a blanket and hot food. In the face of such generosity, Kindly told his whole tale to the stranger. The stranger did not react with any great surprise. He shocked Kindly by revealing that it was he who’d written the ordinances in the first place. Kindly asked him why he was no longer with the city, teaching them. The man responded that they’d thrown him out as well. Now, he had to wait for people to come to him. He sometimes sent messengers in, but too many were coming out badly beaten. He asked Kindly to join him, and Kindly accepted. He had to leave behind his things since, as the man told him, they would do a lot of walking.

Media eventually elected the juggler as mayor. However, I think I shall end the tale of Media at this point, since the rest of their history is dismally uninformative.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Crown of Thorn

The burning brand of mortal stigma,
neither god and neither still
the cruel hand of life’s enigma
stinging rod, I’ve had my fill.

I’ve lived despairing, and unknowing,
eyes screwed shut as men who die,
marked with death, and slowly going
through the rut and through the lie.

Taking reason, I uncertain,
push it back and draw it near
Daring treason, rend the curtain,
loose the rack, and scatter fear.

Crown of glory now supernal,
blood and foam, I bear with pain
Until the trail of life eternal
Brings me home to thee again.

The Crux

Upon the hill,
the golden thrill of sun
upon my face

I gaze above,
can there be love beyond
the earth's embrace?

The mind of eye,
as broad as sky at dawn,
I blindly bold

The black abyss
yet more than this I know
I shall behold

There, heaven's gate
much more than fate, I press
and open find

Tis very odd,
For, where is God in this
if not the mind?

Then lo, a voice
that speaks of choice and hope
and there, a ridge

Here thou shalt find,
'tween fact and mind, thy faith
shall act as bridge

And here I faint
For I, no saint, feel fear
that I shall fall

Is life a plan,
or work of man to make
and conquer all?

There, long I dwell
much worse than hell and darkness
where we sleep

But then I choose
to live or lose. I bend,
and boldly leap.

Love's Allegiance

The Modern Myths
All, the same flavor they will have
and say to the reader much on God and angels
but each, a spirit speaks to them, and not of Christ
who, if we find a mention
on but one page, they think it overmuch
and say of him "great teacher"
and "divine exemplar"
all of which serve only to dismiss true divinity
and meaning of the cross
and state with ultimate finality:
Here is but a man, and not God made flesh
and we, with but knowledge gleaned
from these spirits, ever wise
are as great as he, or greater
No, I come not with peace, but a sword
to set at odds son against father, and daughter against mother
Who shall love me, but the unrighteous?
Oh, my father,
though I may not swear by heaven
or by earth
or by even hairs upon my head
with what ferver I may make
I would love you
If the earth were mine, I would give to you
though in thought and deed
a thousand snares I fall into
so that my works of hand and heart
betray you

I wish to be
alike to Christ thy son
not so that in heaven I might rule
but only so
that you would know the depths of love
Not for thy power, or glory crowned supernally
in grace, and patient sacrifice
for these things, though great
I cannot love alone
but thee I love
And unto thy throne, I would come
dressed in virgin white
to be thy servant, or thy bride
both undeserved
Oh father, these things in my true heart I wish
but in my hands are sin and treachery
that overturns this love unendingly
to meet repentance yet again
and kiss the cross, to know the grace of Christ
Father, of all the powers in heaven,
the least of which against
I, less than a flea,
will never bow or glorify
I bow to thee