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Some music for Thanksgiving? Well, why not the Welsh folk tune "LLwyn on tho," better known as "The Ash Grove"? Or else as the church hymn (and the way I first learned the song) "Sent Forth by God's Blessing"? Here's the same then on YouTube, played by one Dave Muliawan.

There is also a very nice group instrumental version from the CD "A Celtic Mosaic" by the Silverwood Quartet; and which track is available as an mp3 download at:


As any properly sane and sound minded person can see, he doesn't and cannot really say anything both because he forces himself on people and because he refuses to make his identity public (i.e. this will account for his lack of anything to say.) His master long has been and acts likes him; as well as and including dispensing with the necessity and nicety of right words. In lieu then of decent behavior and just reasoning, they will instead be persistent, and insinuate and impose themselves on you; perhaps garbed in heavenly raiment, but also as if they were "My Favorite Martian" or "I Dream of Jeannie;" who are in a special and powerful position to do you just that big favor your need. Needless to add, this is all just an attempt at manipulation and some pushy con-artist tactics at which they are adroit veterans.

True God speaks to you in your conscience not in your head; to your heart but by way of right reason. What the teaching "you cannot serve God and Mammon" means as much as anything else is that you cannot be honest and rational while simultaneously receiving without question or objection decrees or pronouncements from other worldly beings -- and which, after all, only makes perfect sense to conclude. That certain people in the Bible are reported to have taken and followed such spirit person directives is of itself no strong argument against this; as that (real or purported) phenomena can be (and has been by me elsewhere) explained in different ways without negating or detracting from my main point.

Do then what I do, and ask him whether he prefers to be viewed as a brazen criminal or else seen as a lamentable charity case.



If you father loves lambs,
All's good and well.
But if he murders,
Your father is hell.

Where Abraham lived
Was safety and Peace.
But where Lot dwelt
There was no release.

When Helen was lost,
There was a great stir.
When Briseis was taken,
Achilles demurred.

So know that life's warm
With the chalice of faith,
But ends cold and deadly
In a god's fond embrace.


Commodore Nutt

"You've got your million dollars (and don't worry, I'm here if Sherman gives you trouble) -- now go get 'em champ!"

As I put it to them myself -- Zeus' champion, the Great Hoodlum, with his army (or what effectively amounts to one) versus poor man Sherman all alone; with already over 17 years to make good and still needing more time. (What a bunch of pee wees, eh? Shame on you, you who believed these people.)


Odysseus Away

The spirit comes;
it doesn't come.

Then it comes.

But whether it's here
or not here who can say?

We think we are whole,
but we never really are.
For someone somewhere,
somewhere beyond,
there's always some
wonder we never know.

So when the light
is split in twain,
and one becomes two;
all then one can do
is think of you.


I am even less competent to judge the quality and workings of Creation than I am the highly technical work of some engineer or mechanic. This having been said, I can't say I think much of these spirit people.


What do I care what people think who aren't in reality? And what real harm is it to me if they don't listen since what good could they be to me even if they did? It all then becomes a matter of what a person values. If they don't value honest truth, justice, and basic fairness, then I can't possibly make my case to or find much use in them in any event.


Neither knows what they are talking about. Yet one at least and to some extent realizes this and keeps silent; the second, on the other hand, doesn't but keeps on talking and arguing anyway.


"I want that shot!"

These trailers may "look" like only a movie to you, but rest assured if these and or similar kinds of personal assaults and abuse were done to you in real life you would not take it so lightly. And, in fact, these kinds of things can and do go on, carried on by spirit person vampires and magicians -- and it's made to seem all a big joke; even though real life tragic consequences, say a shooting rampage, might be the result. This is what they do to people. So pick your poison. You can be Steven Railsback or John Malkovich. (Strange isn't it? How exorbitantly provided for in this life is the great movie career while at the same time so many innocents and children are left unprotected, defenseless and at the mercy of such monsters and or their puppets. But then that's spirit people for you.)


For the record -- what I say to these spirit people is this:

Look, I'll make a deal with you. Stay out of my life and personal vicinity, and I will settle for that; no hard feelings as such. However, if you insist on provoking me you need to know I am not, nor ever was interested in you. We suffered these things because we loved and pitied these poor animals -- and no other reason. You, on the other hand, are and mean to me absolutely nothing; indeed, for practical purposes I classify you as a curse and disease. True, you have some pretty and attractive girls, but if they are tied in with you, again, then not interested (at all.) Otherwise you have nothing, and truly it would better to have never been born than to have ever met or known you and your damn heaven and your damn angels; both of whom and yourself I want out of my life for all eternity.

As a backup archive of sorts, I've had a number of my .pdf books, writings, and transcriptions uploaded at; the specific page for which you can find at


Our Demonistic Heritage

The following passages concerning the Punic Wars are taken from Will Durant's Caesar and Christ, and furnish us with vivid instances of what "doing the wrong thing a certain way" was like in ancient times.

"The Carthaginians appear at their worst in their religion, which again we know only from their enemies. Their ancestors in Phoenicia had worshiped Baal-Moloch and Astarte as personifying the male and female principles in nature, and the sun and moon in the sky; the Carthaginians addressed similar devotions to corresponding deities Baal-Haman and Tanith. Tanith above all aroused their loving piety; they filled her temples with gifts, and took her name in their oaths. Third in honor was the god Melkart, 'Key of the City'; then Eshmun, god of wealth and health; then a host of minor gods -- 'baals' or lords; even Dido was worshiped. To Baal-Haman, in great crises, living children were sacrificed, as many as three hundred in a day. They were placed upon the inclined and outstretched arms of the idol and rolled off into the fire beneath; their cries were drowned in the noise of trumpets and cymbals; their mothers were required to look upon the scene without moan or tear, lest they be accused of impiety and lose the credit due them from the god. In time the rich refused to sacrifice their own children and bought substitutes among the poor; but when Agathocles of Syracuse besieged Carthage, the upper classes, fearing that their subterfuge had offended the god, cast two hundred aristocratic infants into the fire. It should be added that these stories are told us by Diodorus, a Sicilian Greek, who looked with equanimity upon the Greek custom of infanticide. It may be that the Carthaginian sacrifice solaced with piety an effort to control the excesses of human fertility.
"When the Romans destroyed Carthage they presented the libraries they found there to their African allies. Of these collections nothing survives except Hanno's record of his voyage, and fragments of Mago on husbandry. Saint Augustine vaguely assures us that 'in Carthage there were many things wisely handed down to memory,' and Sallust and Juba made use of Carthaginian historians; but we have no native account of Carthage's history." [pp. 41-42]

"Off Ecnomus, on the southern coast of Sicily, the hostile fleets, carrying 300,000 men, fought the greatest sea battle of antiquity (256 B.C.) The Romans under Regulus won decisively and sailed on unhindered to Africa. Landing there without careful reconnaissance, they soon met a superior Carthaginian force, which almost annihilated them, and took their reckless consul prisoner. Shortly afterward the Roman fleet was dashed by a storm against a rocky coast, 284 vessels were wrecked, and some 80,000 men were drowned; it was the worst naval calamity in the memory of men. The Romans showed their quality by building 200 new quinqueremes in three months, and training 80,000 men to man them. After keeping Regulus a prisoner for five years, his captors allowed him to accompany a Carthaginian embassy sent to Rome to seek peace, but on his promise to return to captivity if the Senate refused the proffered terms. When Regulus heard these he advised the Senate to reject them and, despite the entreaties of his family and his friends, went back with the embassy to Carthage. There he was tortured to death by being prevented from sleeping. His sons at Rome took two Carthaginian captives of high rank, bound them in a chest studded with spikes, and kept them awake till they died. Neither tale seems credible, until we recall the barbarities of our time." [p. 45]

Later Note. The above, among other things, goes to show that it is not true God that out-shouts, drowns out, and otherwise silences honest reason. Also the question might be asked by someone, "Why did they do such cruel, sad, and debasing things?" To which we may reply, "Why, to avert evil." However, bear in mind that though such as Moloch and Astarte are seen as villains, it is not improbable that original persons on whom these deities were based might actually have been good and benevolent people; only they had what we today might call "identity theft" done to them; with some spirit persons then impersonating these "gods," saints, or celebrities, thus giving them (to us) a bad name.