UCD Ad Astra Ensemble

The Galvanized Gimp (1)

   
   "The Galvanized Gimp (1)"
   
   Jude Rokavic, named such as his erudite mother had paged through Jude the Obscure by Hardy, which T. S. Eliot applauded vocally as being:  "The greatest work of literary sublimity."  Too bad people don't connect the dots about it today.  Too much zombie on the mind.  Not knowing, like having a credit card in the 70's and 80's was the only way you could pass through the allegorical gates, rent a video at the store, the whole bag of magically venomous beans.
   Anyway, Jude was a lovely boy, born without legs, and tooled around, though he wasn't a tool, in his wheelchair, powered by arm strength, using his mind to journey to wonderful places.
   His mother home-schooled him.  Taught the young adolescent about all the poets and sci-fi prophets, starting with Blake and Shelley, reminding him of today's computerized dangers, Blake having blasted the Industrial Revolution by way of verse, saying:  "Satanic slave mines that rob men of their imagination."  Next, another autodidact, as was Shelley and Blake, a more modern man, Philip K. Dick, showcasing how technology would transform into terror; thus, the corporeally manipulated wheelchair, which was powered by the arms, which were powered by the spirit.
   Jude's days were filled with reading and classical music; plus, opera, having a particular fancy for Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries.  His Dad was absent, not being able to face a gimp of a child, blaming the mother, himself, the boy, pharmaceutical companies; plus, everything under and beyond the shimmering Sun.  But Jude's mother was loyal and would never let another man dominated by humping hubris invade her now inviolate life.  She was Jude's guardian and mirror of justice.

Catholic Joke Told By My Serbian Orthodox Pap

   
   "Catholic Joke Told By My Serbian Orthodox Pap"
   
   When I was merely sixteen years of age, I bolted from home due to bullies, driving an approximate 1,000 miles on the asphalt ballet of it all--from Little Rock to Richmond.  I did this numerous times, but my folks kept stealing me back, though I preferred the solace and harbor of safety my Grandparents did offer.  But I never scrubbed Grandma's floors, and I still feel guilty about it, even 30 years later.
   Anyway, my Pap was born of a Serbian immigrant named Dragan Radulovic.  He was Serbian Orthodox, though Grandma was Catholic.  He said the Pope made you eat fish on Fridays because his brother was a fisherman and it increased business.  But there was more.
   As I observed my Pap suck in on his Tareyton cigarette, armed with a two-part filter of fiber and activated charcoal, he exhaled this joke:
    A lady forgot her purse in the pew after Mass.  The Priest, later in the day, found it and looked through it for identification.  Unearthing it, he called her.  She arrived shortly and picked it up.  After handing it to her, the Priest said:  "You know--the Virgin Mary never smoked cigarettes."  The lady boldly looked the Priest in the eyes, replying:  "And Jesus Christ never drove a Cadillac."   

Obi-Wan and Mos Esiley

Separating the wheat from the chaff

   
   "Separating the wheat from the chaff"
   
   Some people become paralyzed by fear.  They claim to see intruders; next, paralysis of the senses; however, as Christ was always telling his Disciples:  "Fear Not!"  Too, He will come and separate the wheat from the chaff, burning the chaff with eternal fire.  But as long as the six-pack is cold and reality television continues, along with the false testimony of mainstream media--nobody cares.
   Plenty of people are threatened.  Or their family member are.  Teach them Pineal Intrusion; plus, how to know them by their fruits, putting on the armor of immortality.  We are ready to fight.  To knock some over-sized craniums into the dirt, or however it goes.
   You don't mix up dogs, cats, squirrels, snakes, and so on--so forget the cotton candy dream of everyone living together in harmony.  That is a false dream.  The true dream is to be united to God, always knowing--he protects the innocent; thus, repent, truly--and exile yourself from sin.  Be blameless.
   But with Internet porn, forged and false testimony, pride in passing achievements--we are being enslaved and weakened.  Numbers and size don't matter--Sun Tzu knew this, as did the Ninja, and King David, the regally royal bard motivated to fear no angel or giant, but only God Himself, letting God be his power source to slay tens of thousands.  
   So, fear not.  And if they get to your loved ones; next, get to them!  King David further saying angels aren't that much tougher.  And there are many forms of combat.  And we now have politicians in place unwilling to submit to fear.
   Love God first.  Serve God first.  And Light Yourself Up!  Believing, like a child trusting in his father.         

Consecration to the Virgin

   
   "Consecration to the Virgin"
   
You are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in you;
Thus, smokes the Word of God, like a pack of 1980's True Blue;
Moreover, believe like a child as did St. Louis de Montfort of France,
Consecrating yourself to Mary; as a result, giving Christ a better chance--
To live in thee,
For Her soul doth aggrandize the Lord,
Inflating Jesus as the physician Luke wrote--his quill more potent than the average sword,
And when you see the Son of Man coming down from the Clouds of Heaven,
He will be accompanied by the sublimity of stalwart levin.  

Loup Soup (19)

   
   "Loup Soup (19)"
   
   Alicia was meeting with Jasper today at the comic shop.  Had just given herself a "bob" haircut, not having the money for a beautician or basic barber.  She figured if Joan of Arc could do it--so could she, her being from Toulon and knowing that Saint Joan's haircut inspired the "bob" around 1909 in Paris.  
   She wasn't nervous about what Jasper would think.  Knew he liked courage.  And what is more courageous than a chick with short hair?  An involution of the self to outshine the fibs and lies of an adder-inspired desire for beauty; next, if you don't have it--envy.  Unless united to the Sacred Heart, which is an Anomalous Phenomenon, unless your Ninjutsu Rabbi teaches well.    
   So, after piloting her economically-inclined automobile to the comic shop--she boldly yet humbly entered, armed with her new fashion of dirty-blonde, having a cosmogony of rebirth, really wanting a man's sincere love after so many mistakes in her past, that she had confessed, bringing into the light, only ashamed that she had once hid in the darkness.
   Jasper spotted her, and a Han Solo grin spread across his face, for he had found his Chewbacca, so to speak, with a little less hair.