Christ, Wicca, and G. Gordon Liddy

   
   "Christ, Wicca, and G. Gordon Liddy"   
   
   A Trinity of pure WILL!  Of course, the toughest scrapper in American History, the infamous though religiously Catholic G. Gordon Liddy, a master of the Latin language, being educated by the Jesuits, his autobiography was dubbed WILL, for he knew how to get things done.
   Named after Lord Byron, he was mad, bad, and dangerous to know.  Not near 6 foot tall, yet his physique transcended muscle--it was pure gristle.  An attorney, FBI guy, talk radio host, B movie actor, pilot, but best known for being a felon.
   Liddy didn't let this get him down.  He flipped it into a state of awesomeness.  He survived maximum security incarceration for years, all due to WILL.  He WILLED himself to survive!  And is one dude nobody wants to mess with--if they're wise.  Dude didn't bleed Kool-Aid, but the Ichor of the gods.
   And Wicca, while getting beyond the god and goddess, you have WILL.  You sincerely WILL it to happen.  But remember their mantra:  "Do no harm."
   And as for Christ--it was unearthly WILL in my opinion.  Christ never had a doubt about His Mighty Father.  He believed He could do it, and He did.  Water into wine, healing--you name it, and He sweetly did it.
   How was the most powerful God born?  Maybe He too Willed Himself into existence.  Like with Christ and the Resurrection.  It was a Divine Belief.  No Doubt.  Remember how He showed Peter the curse upon the fig tree as mentioned in the Gospel of Mark.  Here it is, KJV, MARK 11:24, wending with WILL and words, the demigod Rabbi boldly offered:  "Therefore I say unto you, what things soever ye desire, when ye pray, BELIEVE that ye receive them, and ye shall have them."
   Furthermore, The Living Christ wisely taught that if you don't forgive others; next, possibly, God will not forgive you; thus, there is Saintly alchemy in his instruction of WILL--better than the rest; indeed, His milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard--better than yours, better than yours . . . 

Love: Beyond socioeconomic status--for the wise man

    
   "Love:  Beyond socioeconomic status--for the wise man"
   
   They say many gods within the state of lesser polytheism used virgins; however, projected thousands of years before Christ for the Hebrews was a Holy Virgin stepping on a venomous adder.  
   The most potent and powerful God, the Abrahamic God, the One, True God, handpicked and selected the most inviolate of virgins.  Non-canonized Gospels speak of Her as a young adolescent put in special sanctuary, before the appearance of the Arch-Angel Gabriel, right out of the Multiverse and into our Milky Way Galaxy till Terra's foul surface.
  Almighty God loved a humble, poor handmaiden; furthermore, Christ, while He did love the tax collector, Matthew I believe, also took upon Himself love of the poor in spirit and the meek.  The adulterous too.  The devil-ridden.  Mary Magdalene.  And of course, fishermen.
   We can love anyone we want.  But are besmirched by the rigged system.  Yes, rigged.  Just remember, this Easter, after being tempted towards fame and glamour, Christ denounced it, being:  "Obedient, even unto death."  
    And if you don't have the imaginative process of belief; next, know:  Thomas Hardy.  Read JUDE THE OBSCURE college kids, and be prepared to be stupefied.  T.S. Eliot  called it:  "A work of sublimity."   

The Cult - Love

Existence Womb (76)

   
   "Existence Womb (76)"
   
   June had arrived.  And the big neon glitter was overhead out in East End--the boondocks of Little Rock, Arkansas.  Miriam and Buck were underneath the shimmering night sky.  The four winds were sincerely silent.  And there was no denying the existence of God.
   Buck didn't change under the glistening Full Moon.  The Strawberry Moon, as known by many, including the Algonquin Tribes.  Buck could manipulate and manufacture his wolf on command by glimpsing into the Holy Spirit's sparkly eyes--It living within, yet showcasing him glamour on the outside--if he needed it.
   Miriam was getting kinda fanged.  Could feel her incisors sharpening.  The inner coyote.  The little wolf.  Or, as some American Indian Tribes had more reverence for the many aspects of the coyote, the wolf was known as the big coyote.  And of course--there was the bizarre red wolf, a protected synergy of wolf and coyote residing in North Carolina.  But this was Arkansas, and Miriam could feel her poverty changing into something better than money--unearthly sublimity, and the miracle or possibility of all things related to the canine's mystical mesh with man.      

Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and Easter

   
   "Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and Easter"
   
   I've mentioned I'm a Catholic; nevertheless, one thing I learned from the Southern Baptists is the pure poetry of the King James Bible; thus, I will use it, mostly.  
   Sure, some say Peter "The Rock" was a bit jealous of the purified, healed woman named Mary Magdalene.  Woman:  A word used as a term of endearment at the time.  During the Passion, Christ looking down upon his inviolate Mother, saying:  "Woman, behold your Son."
   Anyway, plenty of weird and wild stuff forged from knocking Chief off the Tower, like Christ was married to Mary Magdalene, or that John, the Disciple he loved, the only one at the Crucifixion, had a homo-erotic relationship with Jesus.  Hogwash--like Christ casting devils into suicidal swine.  I still don't believe he ate a pork chop, even though breaking the food laws, as the Torah in the Flesh.
   But he let a doubting Thomas touch him after the Resurrection, yet not Mary Magdalene, as offered in Chapter 20 of the Gospel of John--like this:  "Jesus said unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father:  but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God."     

Wuthering Heights--no zombies!

   
   "Wuthering Heights--no zombies!"  
   
Emily Bronte, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell
Wrote a singular piece, northwards away from the gates of hell;
Indeed, no zombies; still, critics called it a "fiend of a book"
Without a deeper, Thomas Hardy suffering-kinda look.
Emily was homesick--in a loving manner,
Being birthed from a patriarchal shamrock's mystical scanner,
Not "Darkly" though, nor quirky and mystically bizarre as Philip K. Dick,
And as did Jane Austen--
All self-taught writers are as popular as Boston.
New England zombies are sincerely nice--
Though they move mercurially in winter snow and ice;
As a result, turn over a library,
And have the free gift of being metaphorically merry,
For mirth and might come in tales,
Which are rooted in truth, where freedom sails.  

Catholics hated by the Ku Klux Klan

   
   "Catholics hated by the Ku Klux Klan" 
   
   We've heard the conspiracy theories concerning Jessie James' prolonged career as a robber due to his supposed attachment to a "Secret Society" that preserved its members; therefore, James and his gang were like Long Duk Dong (proper spelling BTW), in that they had Everlast due to an underground force of enslaving power--it possibly known as:  Knights of the Golden Circle.  
   Are these hate groups?  Like the KKK?  Regardless, people will always say shit about somebody else if not haunted by the Holy Spirit, and even then it can be theoretically negative--if the truth is truly nasty.   
   Everybody suffers.  Even the evil-doers.  The greedy.  The proud.  The pretentious pricks of American Society.  Who cares.  Make your hearts like gold.  And believe what you believe in; moreover, know what you believe in.
   Having attended Southern Baptist School for 3 years, as a Baptized Catholic, I saw the look of macabre horror on the faces of the teachers and preachers when mentioning the Virgin Mary--as if she was and is a witch.  Or that ALL of Her apparitions are demonic.  Even Saint Francis saw the Adversary in Christ's form.  Jack Burton would say:  "Never can tell."  Indeed, test most spirits.
   Anyway, to those Southern Baptists, and yes, you love the King James Bible and the glory of Zion--I fully understand and respect that.  But be reminded of LUKE'S GOSPEL, the Virgin Mother knowing:  "For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden:  for, behold, from henceforth, all generations shall call me blessed."  2 thousand years later--and She's still correct, sir!!! 
   Some Indiana Jones-like theologians even intellectually surmised that Mary Herself penned the Gospel, or that the physician Luke needed Her personal story of meeting the Arch-Angel Gabriel.  
   Just know:  People hate everybody!!!  Ask the Russians from WW2 and the many millions of innocent souls they lost, or the Jews and their tortured state.  You are not the only one in a state of suffering.  And possibly, others suffer even more.