Remembering my WW II girl in the French chateau

What an interesting moment. So much rushes in at once and I am aware of it all. Sorting through it seems challenging. The glow of the laptop fades into the darkness of the room and comes in contact with the dog that is pacing and looking for a loving hand to make contact with. The muted “chink” of her tags dance with the heartbeat of the clock, hidden somewhere in the dark; each trying to set a rhythm for a moment in time. From somewhere in the stillness of the deep outside, a rumble and then scream echo through the night as a train passes in the distance.

As all of these sensations steal through the night and try to find purchase in my consciousness, all I can think of is my beautiful little girl singing in that quaint little chateau in the hills of France. Will I ever see her again? Or will I be tormented to a lifetime of trying to remember her face in that smoke filled room so many years ago. The way the wisps of blue/white caressed her as she swayed to the music. The sound of her voice as it reached across out and embraced my heart. The conversations of all other lovers lost to time. We rewrote the tome of love without saying a word that night. I touched her heart with just a gaze. She possessed me without touch.

Tonight I sit alone and try to bring the beauty of the past alive by breathing life into this memory and giving it blood through the ink of my pen. As the incessant ticking continues, the dog has settled on the cool hallway floor. A second and third train has clamored through the peripheral of my dream. As my thoughts wind down and I prepare to set the ink aside for the evening, I wonder if I am a fool for entertaining the apparition of a memory halfway around the world. I think not. I will warm up the turntable and play our song as I drift off to meet her in my dreams. A dance, a kiss, and another page we shall write. I am on my way, my love…

© Oct 31, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Uncivilizing the mission

Since the dawn of time, mankind has been driven by sex and violence. History has proven this, via manuscript and word of mouth, time and again. After thousands of years, a few individuals got together to speak for the enlightened ones. They

had an idea to suppress sex and violence with a new mental tactic called commerce. The “civilizing mission” was now underway. The strong saw this as a threat, but could not stop its momentum. They joined the parade, but were scheming all the while, and eventually realized that even the strongest of mankind could be seduced and shackled with minimal effort; sex and violence. They called themselves "The Elite." Slowly they crippled the intoleration of perversion and violence by painting a pretty face on it and selling it back to the public as “someone else’s crime. Hollywood flourished. The twisted and corrupt realized that mankind’s dark side could be stirred with a little “innocent” thinking. While they sat at the bank and counted the monies they has manipulates out of the hard working family, we sat at home thinking, “If I watch someone else commit adultery or murder, it is not a crime.” Society failed to realize that the self proclaimed rulers were actually setting society up for its greatest fall; the failure of spirituality. The government outlawed sex and violence, yet sold it at 100 times fair market value via the silver screen. This created a system of “do what I say, not what I do.” The corrupt knew it would eventually filter into the blood of mankind and return our bloodlust. Now commerce revolves around sex and violence, and the once fair act of trade became a vile creature called greed. We slept with the enemy and contracted their disease. But the quiet that have been observing for years, are now realizing that a new “awakening” period is needed. The darkness must be dispelled. The spiritual are now seeded and growing. We are entering a new period. The Reawakening Era is upon us. We must fight as never before. Not a violent fight, but on of intellect and spirit. We will win. Perhaps not in this lifetime, but we can begin the battle for the sake of our children and their children. Even the mighty lion falls to an army of ants. It has begun…

 

© Oct 30, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

THE MADNESS OF GENIUS - The Individual (excerpt from chapter 3)

Life itself is the course in which one learns to develop many things, to include: free thinking, beliefs, hope, and awe. As one grows, darkness teaches the individual to form a shell around one’s innocence. The haze of corruption condoned by modern practices is often recognized by the genius within the madness; and in the process of self-preservation, this armor is regularly extended around the heart, minds, and spirits. The individual then becomes an automaton; believing everything the media serves and bowing before those that script the insanity. Free thinking becomes redirected into the arena of current secular ideologies; the individual learns to become a sheep and follow the flock over the cliff of conformity or face possible ostracization into oblivion.

Magic was alive and well in childhood, not just within this generation or the last. In fact, magic has been around since the beginning of time. When anything that seems impossible occurs, it is magic. When something makes the individual feel that incredible lightness of being, that is magic. Childhood was filled with moments of such awe. Watching a caterpillar cocoon and become a flying masterpiece of beauty was magic. Looking up into the sky as a meteor shower set the night on fire, that was magic. Seeing every other child as an equal; no matter their color, religion, height, weight, or any noticeable difference was magic. Diversity was awesome. As the controlling factions realized that hope and magic was still burning in the hearts of many, they decided to market them with the idea that the majority would rather pay for government allotted magic and hope in the stead of fighting for self induced freedoms. The peoples took the bait.

Then secular ideologies of dominance and control yoked and enslaved the spirit to the ideas that dream were just dreams. Wrong. Dreams have power. Belief has power. Faith has power. Individuality has the power. One must forget before one can remember. There it is, the word the rulers resent: ONE. Think for the singularity within. Only the self knows what is good for the great expanse within the soul of the corporeal being it is bonded with. The government has stripped the masses of individuality and hung the golden harness of self deprecation around the necks of society, which is taken with modesty and carried with pride under the illusion that the powers that be are generous and do no harm to those that carry the world upon their shoulders.

Alongside the falsification that thinking for oneself is a crime, society has also been led to believe that any deviation from said “normal,” is an aberration and needs to medicate. Whether it is self induce via alcohol or illegal drugs, or prescribed medication; the masses line up in groves to feed this addiction created by the government to control the individual. Illegal drugs are made available, with a shroud of mystery surrounding the alleged “war on drugs.” This creates a steady supply of criminals, addicts, fear, and the supposition of more law enforcement. Thus, more control and less freedom.

Society is afraid to dream for itself. It now visits the local seller of dreams, and offers hard earned monies to pay for preconceived notions of fantasy created in a factory. Imagination has been left at the gallows.

© Oct 27, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Happy Anniversary...me...

Today marks an interesting day for me. Fifteen year ago was the happiest day of my life. I gazed into the eyes of another human and swore, before our Creator, to love them until death. I meant it, she did not. Ten years ago, she destroyed physical trust; four years ago she assassinated mental trust. The lies hurt me more than her promiscuity. For the last few years I have wondered what love really

consists of; truth, trust, intimacy, physical contact, etc. I have screamed it at the Heavens, WTFlip is love? Ahahaha, I actually waited for a response. Got none. I have come to realize that as humans, we are exactly as we are supposed to be. Creation is perfect. No mistakes. So, forgiveness is the key. Not forgetting. That is why we keep making the same mistake. It is said that history repeats itself, and that is because we never learned from our mistakes. Although, are there really mistakes? Since all is perfect, and destiny awaits…Hmmmm, a paradox. Is a mistake a mistake or is it the mistaken identity of perfection in action? As a mortal soul, I miss my mate; as an immortal, I am happy where I am with my new found future. I would know none of you and never have started writing. I would be shackled in a dead end secular ideology, and bored beyond tears. Cheers to memories and new beginnings…

THE MADNESS OF GENIUS - The Government (excerpt from chapter 2)

 Plato’s words ring true, "Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses."  Those that use the “quieted” part of the mind are considered outlaws and rebels; dangerous if you will, by the government. Unless you offer these services to the powers that be, you are marked for life. Any government wants full control of a mind that reaches beyond the allowed education. As the church once limited knowledge of the “Word of God” to the clergy, the governments of today’s world allow limited knowledge to be piecemealed out to society. If one bows and accepts the tack and harness of control, one is given a certain length of rope with which they eventually hang themselves.
Control of knowledge has always been the rules to the game of social division and enslavement. If only given a fish when hungry, one never learns to fish. To end the cycle of dependency, the producer stops supplying and the receiver eventually starves. This is the current state of affairs in the public education system. Instead of allowing the genius to move forward at an accelerated rate, they are now hobbled with those less interested in academics and more in tune with dreaming. And to complete the tail biting, the dreamers are forced to learn academics which alter their perception of their realities; hence a paradox infinity. The madness of genius becomes confused and out of control under the thumb of self-proclaimed rulers of the world. A group that created a false sense of ruler-ship by drafting monies and forcing a system of commerce upon the world is now taking individuality and selling it back to the individual at an extraordinarily exponential increase. But the genius of madness is beginning to awaken and realize the mental fetters and chains are being tightened and soon will become crushing and debilitating.  We want out and we will use or madness and genius to extrapolate a plan of escape.

© Oct 13, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

It’s not what you took; it’s what you left behind…

Our castle was strong,

but will never stand as long as the memory of you.

Our carriage was swift,

but not as elegant as your arrival into my heart.

Our coffers were full,

but no where near the completeness you offered.

Our love was a faerie tale,

and you chose to turn it to rust.

The castle, carriage, gold, and love

Will all be forgotten as they turn to dust one day…

But the mem’ries you left behind

Will haunt me the rest of my life, night and day…

Our son, a prince, has lost his throne…

The king disenchanted, so far from home…

The queen rules with ice in her veins…

It’s not what she took; it’s what she left behind...

© Sept 23, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Today's lesson in writing

Today is Sunday. Sol-day. Soul-day. A day to reflect on the core of existence. So, I thought we could practice our ability to immerse ourselves into being. Sit back a moment and feel "life." Not just the chance of "existing," but feel your heart beating, lungs breathing, blood flowing, brain working. Experience you for a moment. Forget the world. Close your eyes for a few moments and open your soul.
I am guessing we all have reopened our eyes. Onward...today we shall begin our journey into "becoming." We will allow ourselves to exist as something else. We will experience life as something other than ourselves. It will enhance our abilities to describe creation and existence as we write. Are you ready?
I will explain the exercise and then you practice at your leisure. Read the entire exercise before you close your eyes.
EXERCISE 1: Pick something your wish to know more about; a bird, a tree, a rock. Look at it. Study it's aesthetics. Watch it exist for a while. Now, close your eyes. Find and feel it's perimeter. Confine yourself to that space. Discover the heartbeat and breathing of this subject. If it has none, feel it's density.
For the rest of this exercise; I will work it as a bird, to give you an idea of how it is done.
Move you shoulders a bit and feel the wings on your back. Relax and know that flying is as effortless to a bird as walking is for humans. Feel the breeze blow and let yourself rise upon the currents.  The wind that carries you is warm  and relaxing. All of your human worries are gone. As you drop the weight of mortal worried, you rise higher and higher. Soon you can feel the breeze caressing your entire body. You are moving thru the sky with ease. You can see for miles and miles. Peacefulness settles in as you soar above mortality. Fly as long as you like.
Just remember to occasionally flap your wings (shoulders) and feel the etherealness of being something other than human. Appreciate the essence of "being." No other life form has this capability...

NOTE: You can implement the atmosphere with a fan, audio of wind and birds, floral aromas, etc...anything to assist in your transformation....