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~”I Am Black”~

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“I Am Black!”

 

“They continue to portray ‘Him’ as white in a white ruled world by displaying paintings and new statue dedications. It is a lie! For “I am that I am; I am what I am!””

…”I am Black!” All of mankind has arisen ‘Out Of Africa!'”

 

“Saying that I am Alpha and Omega the first and the last: and, what thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea.”

 

And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; and in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.

 

His head and His hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and His eyes were as a flame of fire; and His feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and His voice as the sound of many waters.

 

And He had in His right hand seven stars; and out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword: and His countenance was as the Sun shineith in His strength.

~Revelations~

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According To The Holy Scriptures

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“I Am Black But Comely”

King Solomon’s Appearance

David LK Yasharahla

August 19 at 7:46pmSong of Solomon 1:5-6 King James Version (KJV)

 

5 I Am Black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

 

6 Look not upon me, Because I Am Black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

 

~King James Version (KJV)~

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Acknowledgements:

“I Am Black But Comely” King Solomon’s Appearance, David LK Yasharahla

Holy Bible, King James Version

 

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“Sellassie”

Emperor.Haile Sellassie

‘Emperor of Ethiopia’

By
Gregory V. Boulware

“A qualified man with vision, unmoved by daily selfish interests, will be led to right decisions by his conscience. In general, a man who knows from whence he comes and where he is going will co-operate with his fellow human beings. He will not be satisfied with merely doing his ordinary duties but will inspire others by his good example. You are being watched by the nation and you should realize that you will satisfy it if you do good; but if, on the contrary, you do evil, it will lose its hope and its confidence in you.

…Although the toils of wise people may earn them respect, it is a fact of life that the spirit of the wicked continues to cast its shadow on this world. The arrogant are seen visibly leading their people into crime and destruction. The laws of the League of Nations are constantly violated and wars and acts of aggression repeatedly take place… So that the spirit of the cursed will not gain predominance over the human race whom Christ redeemed with his blood, all peace-loving people should cooperate to stand firm in order to preserve and promote lawfulness and peace.”
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To Ethiopians, Haile Selassie has been known by many names, including Janhoy, Talaqu Meri, and Abba Tekel. The Rastafari movement employs many of these appellations, also referring to him as Jah, Jah Rastafari, and HIM (the abbreviation of “His Imperial Majesty”).

Liji Teferi Makonnen was born on July 23, 1892, in Harar, a cosmopolitan market center and capital of one of Ethiopia’s most important provinces. His father, Ras Makonnen of Shawa, besides being governor Harar Province, was first cousin to and a close advisor of the great Ethiopian Emperor, Menelik II, 1889-1913. Through his father, Tafari was said to be a direct descendent of ‘King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba,’ an important claim to a kingdom where Christianity was the official state religion. His mother Woizero (“Lady”) Yeshimebet Ali Abba Jifar; was entirely of Ethiopia’s elite “Amharie stock.” This fact perhaps played a role in influencing the future emperor’s relatively benevolent policies toward some of Ethiopia’s minority groups.

Disregarding its 1928 20-year treaty of friendship with Ethiopia, Benito Mussolini launched a full sea invasion of Ethiopia in 1935. The superior technology of the industrialized western states, which included poisonous gas, along with their air planes and tanks overwhelmed the heroic resistance of the Ethiopian Army. Against his better judgment, Haile Sellassie personally led the Ethiopian Army in the field and was defeated at ‘Maichew’ in March 1936. Because the country of Ethiopia held membership in the League of Nations, the Emperor in an emotionally powerful speech begged the League of Nations for help. He was told by the British Ambassador, the only one who would meet with him; that “No Life of a Black Man is worth the blood of a white!” Sellassie warned that, “God and History will remember Your Judgment.”
This would be the start of a World War.

The emperor arrives in Jerusalem. May 1936:
After further debate as to whether Haile Selassie should go to Gore or accompany his family into exile, it was agreed that he should leave Ethiopia with his family and present the case of Ethiopia to the League of Nations at Geneva. The decision was not unanimous and several participants, including the nobleman Blatta Tekle Wolde Hawariat, strenuously objected to the idea of an Ethiopian monarch fleeing before an invading force. Haile Selassie appointed his cousin Ras Imru Haile Selassie as Prince Regent in his absence, departing with his family for Djibouti on May 2, 1936.

On 5 May, Marshal Pietro Badoglio led Italian troops into Addis Ababa, and Mussolini declared Ethiopia an Italian province. Victor Emanuel III was proclaimed as the new Emperor of Ethiopia. However, on the previous day, the Ethiopian exiles had left Djibouti aboard the British cruiser HMS Enterprise. They were bound for Jerusalem in the British Mandate of Palestine, where from the House of David. Leaving the Holy Land, Haile Selassie and his entourage sailed for Gibraltar aboard the British cruiser HMS Capetown. From Gibraltar, the exiles were transferred to an ordinary liner. By doing this, the government of the United Kingdom was spared the expense of a state reception.

Collective security and the League of Nations, 1936:
Mussolini, upon invading Ethiopia, had promptly declared his own “Italian Empire”; because the League of Nations afforded Haile Selassie the opportunity to address the assembly, Italy even withdrew its League delegation, on 12 May 1936. It was in this context that Haile Selassie walked into the hall of the League of Nations, introduced by the President of the Assembly as “His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Ethiopia” (Sa Majesté Imperiale, l’Empereur d’Ethiopie).

The introduction caused a great many Italian journalists in the galleries to erupt into jeering, heckling, and whistling. As it turned out, they had earlier been issued whistles by Mussolini’s son-in-law, Count Galeazzo Ciano.
Haile Selassie waited calmly for the hall to be cleared, and responded “majestically” with a speech sometimes considered among the most stirring of the 20th century.
The Imperial family disembarked at Haifa and then went on to Jerusalem, where the Ethiopian Royal Family maintained a residence. Once there, Haile Selassie and his party prepared to make their case at Geneva. The choice of Jerusalem was highly symbolic, since the Solomonic Dynasty claimed descent.

Although fluent in French, the working language of the League, Haile Selassie chose to deliver his historic speech in his native Amharic. He asserted that, because his “confidence in the League was absolute”; his people were now being slaughtered. He pointed out that the same European states that found in Ethiopia’s favor at the League of Nations were refusing Ethiopia credit and matériel while aiding Italy, which was employing chemical weapons on military and civilian targets alike.

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It was at the time when the operations for the encircling of Makale were taking place that the Italian command, fearing a rout, followed the procedure which it is now the worlds’ duty to denounce.

Special sprayers were installed on board aircraft so that they could vaporize, over vast areas of territory, a fine, death-dealing rain. Groups of nine, fifteen, eighteen aircraft followed one another so that the fog issuing from them formed a continuous sheet. It was thus that, as from the end of January 1936, soldiers, women, children, cattle, rivers, lakes, and pastures were drenched continually with this deadly rain. In order to kill off systematically all living creatures, in order to more surely poison waters and pastures, the Italian command made its aircraft pass over and over again. That was its chief method of warfare.

Noting that his own “small people of 12 million inhabitants, without arms, without resources” could never withstand an attack by a large power such as Italy, with its 42 million people and “unlimited quantities of the most death-dealing weapons”, he contended that all small states were threatened by the aggression, and that all small states were in effect reduced to vassal states in the absence of collective action. He admonished the League that “God and history will remember your judgment.”

It is collective security: it is the very existence of the League of Nations. It is the confidence that each State is to place in international treaties…. In a word, it is international morality that is at stake. Have the signatures appended to a Treaty value only in so far as the signatory Powers have a personal, direct and immediate interest involved?

The speech made the emperor an icon for anti-fascists around the world, and Time named him “Man of the Year”.

He failed, however, to get what he most needed: the League agreed to only partial and ineffective sanctions on Italy. Only six nations in 1937 did not recognize Italy’s occupation; they were China, New Zealand, the Soviet Union, the Republic of Spain, Mexico and the United States.

The United Nations issued an apology in 1975, the year of his death.

Would Such An Apology Be Delivered To Black America?

…I doubt It.

Til Next Time…

References:
‘The Coronation of H.I.M., Emperor Haile Sellassie;”
“Ethiopia The Empire”
(Between Yesterday and Tomorrow)
The Italian-Ethiopian War – (Africa in World Affairs)

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“Maafa: Life After Conquest”

The Ruin Of A Nation Begins In The Homes Of Its People

Black Last Supper

By

Gregory V. Boulware

How – Where Is It possible For A Human Being To Have Peace Where There Is No Justice?

 While many Americans continue to allow themselves to be brainwashed, distracted, and preoccupied with ‘Black Friday’ sales and other deceptive clandestine practices of ripping you off…”Give Me All Your Money!” The killing of another Black Youth sounded the alarm for unification. The focused marchers are ‘Marching’ and the focused protesters are ‘Protesting’ the continuing saga of Black elimination which is once again brought forth.

 ~The Maafa Did Not End With The Emancipation Proclamation~

…It began when the 1st African became shackled to the bottom of a slave ship! 

Is there a hidden racial agenda in white America? There are many who believe it is so…

 “For breaking the laws of God, Thy shall serve thy enemies which the Lord shall send against thee, in hunger, and in thirst, and in nakedness, and in want of all things; and he shall put a “Yoke of Iron” upon thy neck, until he have destroyed thee.”

[Deuteronomy 28:48]

 “And the Lord shall bring thee into Egypt/Mizram (Bondage) again with ships, by the way whereof I spake unto thee, Thou shall see it no more again; and there ye shall be sold unto your enemies for Bondmen and Bondwomen [slaves] and no man shall buy you.”

[Exodus 20:2, Land of Egypt – the House of Bondage]

 This perceived hidden agenda has and keeps the prophecy for Black America alive…for more than two hundred and fifty years!

 When Spider Webs Unite, They Can Tie Up A Lion!

 Today, America belongs to Americans. She is no longer the predominantly agreed to or condoned sentiment of “White America!” She is simply America. She is occupied by a majority of immigrant people who have become – assimilated into American Society – Americans. Not ‘White-American,” but an American of, by, and for Americans of Multi-Denominations, Originality, and Colors.   White America, the establishment, not White People in America, but the so-called master rulers simply cannot fathom that reality. Why not? When one comes to realize that nothing is permanent and/or forever – “What has a beginning also has an ending.” The so-called master race will, sooner, than they think, come to realize (I’m sure they have realized this already and have taken steps to stop it while attempting to convince you and me that everything is under control) that their day – era of rule has come to an end. The people have made this abundantly clear. Ignore the warning signals if you will – it will not matter. The prophecy is the prophecy…   A prime example is the uprising in ‘Ferguson, Mo.’ The killing of Michael Brown is just one example of the proverbial “Straw That Broke The Camel’s Back.” The deeply rooted and engrained animosity or hatred of the ruling class and their law enforcement underlings has brought it all to a head – a close, if you will. The young Black Man’s killing is just one more in and overtly large and time filled atrocity that has continued for what feels like eons. These killings and murders have gone on way too long in this society of ours – ‘No Accountability For Life Taken Away – By Man!’ No man or woman has the ‘God- Given’ right to take another’s life – defending one’s life should always be one of complete and utter transparency!

These continuing sanctioned and soulless acts of life-taking will bring this country to its demise with forced suppression, oppression, and regression.

  Police across the nation have gone (with the exception of the truly good cops) without restraint on a killing spree to snuff out the life of young ‘Black People,’ primarily young (the old are not immune) Black Men. Why is that? White America has conveyed its relentless fear of the young “African American Descendants” long before slavery. Its fear has presented itself with the castrations, lynching’s, and murders of Black Men nearly since the beginning of America’s so-called civilization. Examples need not be presented due to the abundance of evidence… All one would need to do is simply pick up a newspaper, magazine, or viewing media material on any electronic device or television or radio to know that another Black Life has ended – violently!

People of Color – Do Their Lives Matter To People Who Are White?

  Many Black Americans believe a system has already been incorporated, initiated, and implemented in the elimination and eradication of Blacks in America. …Think it’s not true?   Take a look at the massive Black imprisonment, prosecutions, and convictions of this one group of people. This reporter is not discounting the legitimate crimes against society by true and proven perpetrators…but indeed, the many innocent, positive thinking Black Contributors of and to society have been tossed into the mix…the perception of the rule makers is the informed and educated person of color as the most dangerous of all. They, first and foremost, must be removed – it is they who truly threaten the stranglehold of white American Dominance over the Black Communities across this nation.

Remember Ghandi, King, Mandela, Moses, and Yahshua?

 ~‘World-Wide Integration Will Renew Itself’~

You – They cannot stop the inevitable blending of colors. It truly cannot be stopped, liquidated, assassinated, wiped out, or removed from this planet we’ve come to know as Earth.

  Charlie ‘White Mass Murderer’ Manson is allowed marriage, human physical contact, and contentment while ‘the powers that be’ take steps to muzzle, gag, and isolate Brother Mumia… “Helter-Skelter?” Folks are moving on while others picket, protest, and riot. The ‘Brown Family’ will not be enjoying forthcoming holidays and festivities that they have been accustomed to, I’m sure. The police officer who shot the young man stated he was just doing his job. Shooting him and killing him, was all in the line of duty… “I want to go home, enjoy my family, and move on!”

Many others do not have the ability to move on. The establishment – “The elitist white power structure trained him to shoot to kill – and then…move on.”   Mark Crutcher, Michelle Rene, Marcus Lloyd, and a host of others featured on the film, “Maafa 21, Black Genocide In 21st Century America” have explained the Maafa to be “Continued Black Enslavement.”

White America asked itself, “What Shall Be Done With The Four Million Slaves Upon Emancipation?”

Brother Frederick Douglas answered in 1852, “Just Let Them Alone!”

Insurrection and Civil Uprising creates one hell of a burden on The white power structure and its Stock Exchange as well as a major financial impact on its “House of Cards”: …not only on the slave trade but exercises population overrun, food shortages, ramped crime and prison overflow, and the biggest dilemma of all – “Intermarriage!” What shall we do with them? “Return them to Africa” was one idea that went bust. It would cost too much.

“Blacks are not my equal – they are far below us!”

“We shall declare war on this Negro Dilemma!”

“Eugenics will save the day!”

~Francis Galton~

  “At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races throughout the world… The break between man and his nearest allies will then be wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilized state…and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now between the Negro or Australian and the gorilla.”

~Charles Darwin, MA 1890~

(Wealthy white elitists) The origin of species, by means of natural selection and preservation of favored races in the struggle for life…The Eugenics Movement.   “…Average Negroes possess too little intellect, self-reliance, and self-control to make it possible for them to sustain the burden of any respectable form of civilization without a large measure of external guidance and support.”

~Francis Galton, 1873~

One plan was to leave the Black populace alone. “They will perish without our support.” Another was mass racial suicide…   When this was done, it didn’t work, i.e., Tulsa, Oklahoma.   “…Even a cursory glance at the charts, photographs, and diagrams used to popularize eugenic ideals reveal that the unfit were swarthy, Black, and ugly by Anglo-Saxon standards, with the flattened noses, wiry hair, and prognathous profiles.”

~Harriet Washington, Author, Medical Apartheid and the American Birth Control League~

“On the negative side, it shows us that we are paying for and even submitting to the dictates of an ever increasing unceasingly spawning class of human beings who never should have been born at all – that the wealth of individuals and the states is being diverted from the development and the progress of human expression and civilization”

~Margaret Sanger, 1922~

“Too many Negroes are born yearly,” an advocate of birth control says. “The laws of nature require the obliteration of the unfit and human life is valuable only when it is of use to the community or race. Eugenics for the Negro!”

~Madison Grant, co-founder of the American Eugenics Society, 1916~

“The Black Man has never been a competitor, but has always been subservient to the white race. And just as long as he remains subservient, his position is secure, and just as soon as he becomes a competitor, his fate is sealed.”

~Dr. Benjamin Hayes, Eugenicist, 1905~

“The elimination of the poor and impoverished – they have no reason to live…”

 “in virtually every community where negroes dwell, one finds them in fat times and lean alike contributing a disproportionate number to the rolls of the dependents and delinquents. They make excessive demands on the white man’s charity and overtax his patience with their delinquencies. Recent data from several towns and cities indicate that the negro is furnishing a quota in the fields mentioned, four or five times in excess of his portion of the population.”

~Newell J. Sims, ‘Hostages of the White Man’ – ‘God’s Chillun,’ Walter A. Terpenning, Birth Control Review, 1932~

‘Oda Benga’

“The Man in the Monkey’s Cage!”

  “During Hitler’s regime, the German’s were supplied with elaborate charts and complicated theses, supposedly providing the superiority of the German people. It is interesting to note that at the bottom of these charts were the Colored People of the World and most conspicuously, the Black People

~Floyd Mckissick, National Director, Congress of Racial Equality, 1967~

“The Jews were responsible for bringing Negroes into ‘the Rhineland…’ it suits the purpose of the cool calculating Jew who would use this means of introducing a process of bastardization in the very center of the European Continent and, by infesting the white race with the blood of an inferior stock, would destroy the foundations of its independent existence.”

~Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf~

“The passing of a great race” – ‘The racial basis of European History’ by Madison Grant. U.S. Eugenist Hails Nazi Racial Policy – Nazi Sterilization Law Lauded by U.S. Eugenics Official! “The leader of the German Nation, Adolf Hitler, has been able to construct a comprehensive racial policy of population development and improvement. The difference between the Jew and the Aryan is as insurmountable as that between Black and White… Germany has set a pattern which other nations must follow!”

~Dr. Clarence Gordon Campbell, president of the American Eugenics Research Association, N.Y. Sept. 9, 1935~

‘The Rising Tide of Color Against White World Supremacy’ and ‘The Dragon and The Cross,’ The rise and fall of the Ku Klux Klan in Middle America…’ “Non-white races must be excluded from America…the Red and Black Races if left to themselves revert to a savage of semi-savage state in a short time.”

~Lothrop Stoddard, director, American Birth Control League~

Halle University of Germany, a college course – based on American models – to be given in any German Institution of higher learning. “The white races divide into three main sub-species – the Nordics, the Alpines, and the Mediterranean’s. All these are good stocks, ranking in genetic worth well above the various colored races….Nordics above all.”

~Lothrop Stoddard~

Nazi scientist in charge of Black extermination – ‘Eugen Fischer’ ‘Rockefeller Gift Aids Reich Scientist, $555,000 Given by Foundation was Pledged to Institute Before Hitler Regime – Nobel Prize Winner to Head Two Laboratories Set Up for Advanced Studies!’

~published by Margaret Sanger, Berlin circa Feb. 2, 1927~

“Immediate sterilization of Negroid Children in the Rhineland and Ruhr Districts was demanded today by Hein Schroeder, Eugenics Authority,” appeared in the German newspaper, Deutschelle Zeltung. “The Negro population of these districts is Germany’s legacy from invading French Colonial Troops during the war. Herr Schroeder further recommended sterilization of all Negro and Hybrid races in the entire Reich.” 1932, Sanger’s Isolation and Sterilization – “Better Moral Conduct” of the poor, unemployed, illiterate, the feeble-minded, and the shiftless – donated farmland available in 1919 by the state of Indiana for undesirables – a cost effective solution to “the Negro Problem” – a farm colony where such people could be put to work – with a $300,000 grant from the General Assembly. The Indiana farm colony for the feeble-minded opened in Butlerville in 1919. Men farmed and worked in a stone quarry – the Women sewed and did laundry. In 1927, the General Assembly went further. It passed ‘Senate Bill #188’ “to prevent the procreation of mental defectives, idiots, imbeciles, morons, epileptics, and the incurably insane.”   3.31.1905:

“Pleckler Aroused by Blow Aimed at Racial Law”

 In a single incident in 1935, the Nazis sterilized the children of over six hundred German women because their fathers were Black. When Herr Schroeder further recommended the sterilization of all Negro and so-called ‘Hybrid’ races in the entire Reich, estimating that the country had at least six hundred children of Negro fathers by German mothers, he explained that these children were German citizens because of their mothers’ and could marry later with additional racial mixture resulting. “Their children would be regarded as non-Aryans, and we have enough non-Aryans in Germany already,” he said. Walter Ashley Plecker, M.D., member of the American Eugenics Society, praised the German Movement and expressed his hope that not one child had been missed by the cleansing. “Shall America remain white?” – this question may be answered in the Affirmative Today, but if delayed for several generations it may be forever too late… “Taxation Without Representation” was the slogan that fired the colonists of 1776: A “States Rights” was the cry that called forth the determined resistance of the South in 1861; and “Making the World Safe for Democracy” was the thought that mobilized the resources of our land and hurried millions of our young men to arms when the rights of mankind were trampled upon. As momentous as those questions were, in neither instance did losing to our foes mean absolute and irretrievable disaster. In each case our conquerors were, or would have been, of our own blood and kind. The negro as a laborer is valuable, and if it were possible to preserve the race in purity with him in our midst, he would be a great asset. Because this cannot be done, and because the mixed breeds are a menace and not an asset, we have them as the greatest problem and most destructive force which confronts the white race and American civilization. Both remote and recent history of many nations shows that in none of them have white and colored races lived together without ultimate amalgamation, and without the final deterioration or complete destruction of the white or higher civilization.

“Planned Parenthood – Eugenics and Population Control – Same Game, Different Name – “American Eugenics Society.”

  “The Eugenic and civilization value of birth control is becoming apparent to the enlightened and the intelligent… The campaign for birth control is not merely of Eugenic value, but is practically identical in ideal with the final aim of Eugenics.” ~Margaret Sanger, 1921~   ‘Apes, Men, and Morons’ by Ernest A. Hooter – ‘To Help the African American’ and ‘An American Dilemma, The Negro Problem in Modern Democracy’ by Gunner Myrdol, are books and ideals backed by the Carnegie Corporation and the Rockefeller Foundation.

“All White Americans agree that, if the Negro is to be eliminated, he must be eliminated slowly so as not to hurt any living individual Negroes. Therefore, the “Dominant American Valuation” is that the Negro should be eliminated from the American scene, but slowly.”

(Chp. 7, pg. 168) “Control Their Fertility.” (Chp. 7, pg. 1 – ‘Population,’ 1944 publication by Harper and Boss, N.Y.

~Cass Canfield, National President of Planned Parenthood Federation of America~

“Race Birth Quotas Urged!”

A California Professor sees Menace to Whites in Increase of Negro Population!

Samuel J. Holmes, M.D.

‘Scientist Tell Nixon Advisor Voluntary Birth Control is Insanity!’

Harden, 1980

  “I consider that the world and almost our civilization for the next twenty-five years, is going to depend upon a simple, cheap, and safe contraceptive to be used in poverty stricken slums, jungles, and among the most ignorant people. Even this will not be sufficient, because I believe that now, immediately; there should be national sterilization for certain dysgenic types of our population who are being encouraged to breed and would die out were the government not feeding them.”

~Margaret Sanger, American Eugenics Society – Planned Parenthood, letter to International Harvester Heiress, Catherine Dexter McCormick, movement funder~

Leon Whiney of the Birth Control Review was complimented by Adolf Hitler on his book of sterilization…

”If we could purge the country of our typical slum elements, in the city and country alike, what harm would be done? This includes all of the various types of less useful social elements…

“With this done, sterilization will come to the assistance of those who are too stupid to comprehend or to carry out the simple methods of contraception… We should probably be disposing of the lowest fourth of our population; and, after the economic adjustment, we should hardly miss them – forced sterilization is the answer!”

“I plan to keep a file (Tickler) on all persons whose names reach me regardless of age in order that they be picked up as they reach the child bearing age!

~Casebolt, Eugenics Board Minutes, July 27, 1961~

“It is better for all the world, if instead of waiting to execute degenerated offspring for crime, or to let them starve for their imbecility, society can prevent those who are manifestly unfit from continuing their kind…three generations of imbeciles are enough!”

~Oliver Wendell Holmes, U.S. Supreme Court Justice, 1927~

“I agree with you! Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind!”

~January 3rd, 1913, Theodore Roosevelt~

“The law of nature says that only the fit shall survive. When a nation disregards this law by protecting the unfit, and encouraging their multiplication, this nation invites inevitable destruction. …As far as New Jersey is concerned, sterilization is an economic necessity, and as far as the United States is concerned, sterilization is a matter of national preservation.”

~Fred Sheppard, N.J. Assemblyman, February 1, 1942~

Did the Governments of the United States participate in forced sterilization? Oh yes they did!   In 1968, Elaine Riddick, a rape victim, was forced to participate in forced governmental sterilization by the State of North Carolina. She and her family were considered imbecilic and illiterate degenerates. She has earned a college degree while not going to high school. Her son is the owner operator of three real estate and construction companies. Is this the face of an imbecile or government dependent? Was it her fault that the guy across the street abducted her from the street and repeatedly assaulting her at age 14?   There is record of sixty thousand Black sterilizations that have taken place under state and federal sanctions across this nation…

“I guess it is just that “Slave Master” complex white folks have. For years they told us where to sit, where to eat, and where to live. Now they want to dictate our freedom habits. First the white man tell me to sit in the back of the bus. Now it looks like he wants me to sleep under the bed. Back in the days of slavery, Black folks couldn’t grow kids fast enough for white folks to harvest. Now that we’ve got a little taste of power, white folks want us to call a moratorium on having babies. Of course, I could never participate in birth control, because I’m against doing anything that goes against nature. That’s why I’ve changed my eating habits so drastically over the years and have become a vegetarian. And birth control is definitely against nature. Can you believe that human beings are the only creatures who would ever consider developing birth control pills? If you mention contraceptives to a gorilla, he’d tear your head off! Personally, I’ve never trusted anything white folks tried to live with the word ‘control’ in it. Anything good with the word ‘control’ in it; white folks don’t want us to have. As soon as we (Black Folk) started talking about ‘community control,’ white folks went crazy.”

~Dick Gregory, Ebony Magazine, 1971~

‘Blacks Cry Genocide! The Hidden Agenda – Black Birth Control. Black Delegates Charged The Group (P.P.) Planned To Systematically Reduce The Black Population and Other Non-Whites, The American Poor and Ethnic Immigrants Through Birth Control!

  “There is a campaign to bombard the poor with pills and potions. If this movement continues, we soon may be accused of fighting poverty by eliminating the poor and overcoming hunger by removing the hungry.” ~Hugh Carey, N.Y. Congressman, 1966~

Sterilization or Jail?

  “Under cover of an alleged campaign to ‘alleviate poverty,’ white supremacist Americans and their dupes are pushing an all-out drive to put rigid birth control measures into every Black Home. No such drive exists within the white American world.” ~Black Unity Party, 1968~   Birth control and sterilization would be more deadly (to Negroes) than all the tanks, riot guns, cattle prods, Billy clubs, and shackles we have overcome in the past.” ~Dr. Leroy Swift~

“Put It In The Water and Their Food!”

  What is the number one killer in the Black Community? Would you believe ‘Abortion?’ Many have answered gang violence, heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, and the police!   “Since 1973, legal abortion has killed more African Americans than Aids, Cancer, Diabetes, Heart Disease, and Violent Crimes combined. Every week, more Blacks died in American Abortion Clinics than were killed in the entire Viet Nam war. And the largest chain of abortion clinics in the United States is operated by Margaret Sangers’ ‘Planned Parenthood and the Abortion Industry.’ The fact is and gives apparent substance to charges that such programs are designed not simply to assist the poor, but to control the growth of the Black Population and People of Color.   “Birth control and abortion are turning out to be the great Eugenic advantages of our time.”

~Frederick Osborne, founding member of the Eugenics Society, 1973~

“The best way to hate a nigger is to hate him before he’s born!”

~Leander Perez, United States Judge, 1970~

Since white elitist decry the overabundance of Blacks in the world, has anyone ever asked if there were too many whites in the world?

  “Those who we could not get rid of in the rice paddies of Viet Nam, we now propose to exterminate if necessary, eliminate if possible, in the ‘OB’ wards and gynecology clinics of our urban hospitals.”

~Jesse Jackson, 1971~

“Black People are the target of birth control not because the ruling politicians like them and can no longer use them in plantations and other cheap-labor conditions.” ~Muhammad Speaks, The Black Muslim Newspaper, 1970~ “We could have genocide in reverse here – who the hell is getting the pill – the Mexicans and the Negro. Do you want to wipe us all out? ~Cesar Chavez, Farm Labor Leader, 1967~   “Planned Black Genocide?” ~William Boone Haden, 1971~   Dr. Charles Greenlee charged that the Planned Parenthood clinics as operated in Pittsburgh are devises which are used to keep the Negro birthrate as law as possible. “Negro areas are saturated with Planned Parenthood facilities while white neighborhoods have none! Additionally, propaganda circulations have cited that Black Females receiving public assistance will lose their aid if they dared to produce further offspring.”

“Genocide and Betrayal’ was the NAACP in bed with ‘Planned Parenthood? Was This a Conspiracy?”

  Alveda King, the niece of Dr. Martin Luther King and Clenard Childress have been campaigning outside of their headquarters in protest of Legal Abortions for the longest of times… They say the NAACP has turned a blind eye to the atrocity of killing hundreds if not thousands of Black Babies! Legal abortion was given life in 1973.   “The Civil Rights Elite has forgotten the lives of unborn Black Children and has joined those who choose to kill them. Unbelievable! They have forgotten that in the past racists snatched Black Babies from their mother’s arms and sold them into slavery! Today, they snatch them from their mother’s womb and throw them in the garbage.” ~Ismael Hernandez, Executive Director of African and Caribbean American Center, 2003~

“A Family Planning Cartel” and the Hidden Truth From the Public”’

  “Civil Rights Leaders have turned a blind eye on abortion knowing it to be used for Black Genocide!” ~Mark Crutcher, President Life Dynamics Incorporated~ “If you cross the ‘Population Control’ (it has become a religion for them) proponents for America’s White Power structure, from the start they have warned, if you cross them, or challenge their agenda, they’ll chop you off at the knees. One example was Mr. Samuel F. Yette, a prominent intellect, professor, and author. It didn’t matter if it was the Democratic, Liberal, or Republican parties, or the media.

Sam Yette exposed the hypocrisy for what it was at the Washington D.C. level…they made him pay a dear price. The Nixon made sure that he was separated from his job as the Washington Correspondent for Newsweek Magazine. The battle took several years for him to regain control over his authorship. The rights and ownership of his materials was returned to him by the court system after he’d lost his livelihood among other things the establishment attempted to take away from him. In the end he’d won over the antagonists and their threats. Was the cost of these hardships worth the effort? I think he would have answered yes. He did all that he could to protect the innocents and the people affected by this onslaught from hell. Brother Yette’s publication of the ‘Choice, 1971, was a major punch in the mouth for the ‘powers that be.’ They thought him to be another monkey in the cage when he was allowed access to ‘Capitol Hill.’

‘The Choice: The Issue of Black Survival in America, The extermination of the Black Man in America” emerges from Brother Yette’s startling research as a genuine possibility. appear to be leading America toward Black Genocide.

Some of the evidence Yette presents:

“A presidential commission found that relatively few white Americans would protest massive repression of Black. Presidential advisors have urged the internment of Black Youth on the pretext of rehabilitation. Sterilization and birth control programs are aimed against Black while masquerading under the name of hunger relief. Drawing on a wealth of fact and documentation, Mr. Yette lets us see White America through the eyes of Black America, and we learn why Blacks feel that the issue facing them is one of survival. When the decade of the 1970’s began, the United States government was officially – but unconstitutionally – in the midst of two wars:

1.) a war of “attrition” (genocide) against the colonized colored people of Indochina (Viet Nam), and 2.) an expeditionary “Law and Order” campaign (repression – selective genocide) against the colonized colored people of the United States of America.”

“The American Ruling Class had made a decision, Americans of African Descent would either accept their miserable lot of die… The venerable Saturday Evening Post issued what might be termed as a ‘white newspaper’ in which it warned Black America that they had better understand and accept the fact that absolute freedom and equality were not part of the game plan for them, and that the consequences of non-acceptance would be wholesale genocide ~John Oliver Killens, 1982~   White House Tape #697/29 – March 30, 1972:

Nixon: “A majority of people in Colorado voted for abortion. I think a majority of people in Michigan are for abortion. I think in both cases, well, certainly in Michigan they will vote for it because they think that what’s going to be aborted generally are the little Black bastards.”

April 3, 1972 #700/10: “As I told you – we talked about it earlier – that a hell of a lot of people want to know what we are talking about – population control. We’re talking really – and what John Rockefeller really realizes – look, the people in what we call our class control their populations. Sometimes they’ll have a family of six, or seven, or eight, or nine, but it’s the exception.”

Staffer: “The Black Population in the city of San Francisco has gone from 300 – right after World War II – to where they represent 30 percent of the population of San Francisco.”

“Some biologists feel that compulsory family regulation will be necessary to retard population growth. It is a dismal prospect – except when viewed as an alternative to Armageddon. He urged establishing a federal population commission “with a large budget for propaganda,” changing tax laws to discourage reproduction and instituting mandatory birth control instruction in public schools.”

Richard Millhouse Nixon signed the order for the commission

  “To cure the present ghetto problems and deal with the population question among the poorer parts of our own population here in the United States will require valiant and much greater efforts than any exerted in the past as a result of the troubles that have broken out in Detroit, Newark, and other cities.” ~Draper~   “What it all comes down to,” declares one dissenting board member, “is that we want the poor to stop breeding while we retain our families. It’s strictly a class point of view.” ~Guttmacher~

‘Urban Renewal – Black Removal’

  “Five dollars invested in population control is worth one hundred dollars invested in economic growth.” ~Lyndon B. Johnson, June 25, 1965~   In November 1963, Johnson signed the ‘Fulbright Bill’ into law, which funded international population research and assistance. In 1964, Johnson said, “America’s progress toward a society of decency has been marked and measured by our attitudes toward the rule and toward the rights of women – the first U.S. President to back federal support for birth control in social welfare and public health programs at the urging of a republican representative from Texas – George H. W. Bush.

‘Aid to the poor to be tied directly to birth control – urged by both parties.’  

“Blacks could not benefit from these programs because they are genetically inferior to whites.”

~Richard M. Nixon~  

“They are out specifically to control the birth rate of Blacks and Hispanics!”

~Rev. Crawford, Chicago~  

“Norplant Project targets one hundred schools in minority neighborhoods!”

~N.Y. 1952 Development, John Rockefeller~  

Exported Genocide

  “If you’re going to curb population, it’s extremely important not to have it done by the damned Yankees, but by the U.N. because, the thing is, then it’s not considered genocide. If the United States goes to the Black Man or Yellow Man and says slow down your reproductive rate, we’re immediately suspected of hauling alterior motives to keep the white man dominant in the world. If you can send in a colorful U.N. Force, you’ve got a much better leverage.”

~Alan Guttmacher, President of Planned Parenthood and former Vice-President of the American Eugenics Society, 1970~   “Divide and Conquer – Birth Control but no aid to Black Islanders, Haiti, Africa, etc., unless birth control is accepted – birth control but no safe and clean birth delivery units. Access to natural resources and no clean drinking water…i.e., Black, Hispanic (Latino), and Native American communities in the U.S.

~The Ravenholt Philosophy~

“Abortion May Be The Most Demographically Powerful Means of Fertility Control”

The New York Stock Exchange Corporations and Institutions Began Their Ascent From The Slave Trade Profits

Chinese to Make RU486 For The U.S.

  ~Phillip P. Pan, Washington Post Foreign Service, 10.12.2000, pg. AG1~

Lian Pharmaceuticals, Shanghai, backing received from the Rockefeller Foundation. I.G. Farben, aka, Hoechst A.G., produced deadly concentration gas to kill Jews during W.W.II in ‘Death Camps’ – ‘Zyklon B’ Cyanide Gas… Leadbetter Lee, Rockefeller representative, served as Nazi advisor Roussel UCLAF developed ‘RU-486’ and manufactured it…in the U.S. ~TakeCareDownThere.com~

Via the telephone, callers communicated with Planned Parenthood desiring to aid in the protocol of removing Blacks from the country…by any means necessary. Callers checked in from Columbus, Ohio; Albuquerque, New Mexico; Tulsa, Oklahoma; Philadelphia, Pa; New York, N.Y.; Newark, New Jersey, and other cities across the country as well.

Columbus, Ohio Caller: “When I underwrite abortion, does that apply to minorities too?”

Planned Parenthood: “If you specifically want it that way, you can specify that that’s how you want it spent.”

Caller: “Okay, yeah, cause there’s –so there’s definitely way too many Black People in Ohio, so I’m just trying to do my part.”

Planned Parenthood: “Okay, whatever…”

Caller: “Well, Blacks especially need abortions too. So that’s what I’m trying to do…”

Planned Parenthood: “Well, for whatever reason, we’ll accept the money.”

Caller: “So I could give the money specifically for a Black Baby – that would be the purpose.”

Planned Parenthood: “Yeah, absolutely. If you wanted to designate that you wanted your gift to be used to help and African-American Woman in need, then we could certainly make sure that that gift was earmarked specifically for that purpose.”

Caller: “Great, because I really face trouble with affirmative action and I don’t want my kids being disadvantaged against Black Kids – I just has a baby. I want to put it in his name. So that’s definitely possible?”

Planned Parenthood: “Oh, always, always.”

Caller: “Wonderful, just one more thing. The abortions will be done specifically for Black community abortions?”

Planned Parenthood: “I can, I will mark it in such a way that it definitely will.”

Caller: “Thank you, great! Okay…and if I wanted to help fund multiple abortions, could you also specify that it’s to be done for a specific group? The less Blacks out there the better.”

Planned Parenthood: “Yes.”   Society’s elitist white power groups and Planned Parenthood operatives have figured out how to make it work…the key to racial genocide was not in killing people but convincing the target group to commit mass suicide…

“Abortion keeps the crime rate down!”

~Steve Levett and John Donahue~  

“If Blacks had never been stolen out of Africa, there would never have been a Eugenics Movement at all!”

~Crutcher~  

~Evil Enters Like a Needle and Spreads Like an Oak Tree~

  Is it mere coincidence that the current cop killings of Blacks tied into the Nazi Holocaust and the population control movement? Have the powerful white socialists plan to eradicate Blacks from society proven to be a successful venture in the attempt to exterminate us from the day slavery ended?   The Maafa did not end with the freeing of the Black Slaves – a one hundred and fifty year old racial agenda founded in Black Genocide.

‘Pro Choice or No Abortions…Period!’

~It Is The Calm and Silent Water That Drowns a Man~

 There would have been no white America if it weren’t for the Friendly and Loving Red America…

There would have been no America!

  Til Next Time…    

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 …Is a controversial rendition of what is and is not. Many will argue the truth of its content and continue to argue how their religion is better than yours. Can you handle the truth? Many cannot and/or will not! Is there such a thing as a master race? Is your so-called race better than theirs or mine…?

An unbelied and lithe researcher graced with a judicious demeanor – He has earned the Specialized Business Administration and Computer Science Degree from The Berean Institute College of Technology, a Historic African American College (HBCU) in Philadelphia, PA with combined collegiate credit(s) that include Management studies at Philadelphia Community College (CCP).

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The tribes of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi were forced out of the Land of Israel around 70 AD. This was due to the Hebrew-Roman wars that resulted in the deaths of thousands of Black Hebrew Israelites. Primarily women, men, and children were slaughtered by an over powering Army of Roman soldiers and conscripts in their Empire domain. The remnant of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi fled primarily to West Africa to escape death and prosecution around 70 AD.

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The Acrimonious, Gauche, and Incongruous

‘Ajantala’

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“Religion is the sign of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions.

It is the opium of the people

~Karl Marx~

~”It is Glorious – This History of Ours”~

~Langston Hughes~

A surgeon is a doctor who operates on people is a quote from an author who wrote of a physician born in 1858. He died in 1931. The man as a boy dreamed of becoming a doctor.

One day while playing together, he and his sister decided to play hospital.

“You be the doctor and I’ll be the nurse,” she said. After playing together for a long while, he said aloud, “Maybe I’ll be a real doctor someday. I like to help people.”

It was raining that day. They had to play inside. The time spent after play, allowed for thought time.

“Is that really what you want to be when you grow up, Danny?”

‘Danny,’ Daniel Hale Williams discussed the possible endeavor many times. When old enough, he worked hard to earn money to attend college to become a doctor.

Everyone was proud of ‘Dr. Dan.’ His placement in the much desired environment saved many lives. One day, a badly injured man entered the hospital where he worked. He was in extreme distress. Dr. Dan operated on his heart and saved his life.

The president of the United States asked him to come to Washington, D. C. and teach his techniques to other doctors. President Grover Cleveland was very proud of Dr. Daniel Hale Williams of Hollidaysville, Pennsylvania.

He became a surgeon at Provident Hospital in Chicago. The man with the heart problem was stabbed. Everyone thought the man would surely die. That is, everyone except Dr. Dan. It was found that the man was still bleeding internally. Dr. Dan opened the wound and found that the man had been stabbed in the heart. There was a hole in the man’s heart that was causing the bleeding. Dr. Dan decided to try to save him. He operated and saved him…he operated and sewed up the knife wound in the man’s heart. He then replaced the heart with its own walls while it continued beating. The operation required great skill, great daring, and a great doctor. The Black Man, who happened to be a master surgeon, sewed up the wound in the man’s heart, thus becoming the first successful operation on ‘Open Heart Surgery.’

Dr. Dan was offered the position as head of ‘Freeman Hospital.’ He held that position from 1894 to 1898 when he returned to Chicago and private practice. He also continued practicing at ‘Cook County and Saint Luke’s Hospitals until his death in 1931. Dr. Dan was also elected a fellow of ‘The American College of Surgeons in 1913. This was a great honor. He is regarded as one of America’s greatest physicians.

~”This History of Ours – It is Glorious”~

The Acrimonious, Gauche, and Incongruous

‘AJANTALA’

Another version of the legend as suggested by

‘DO Fagunwa’ from “Ogboju Ode Ninu Igbo Irunmole”

A most noxious intruder, aka, a guest, named:

‘Ajantala’ was born in a Nigerian Village. “A hunter once lived in this village,” writes Amos Tutuola, “who had a wife.” Mr. Tutuola’s version of this story is included within a group of poems, essays, and stories from ‘Senegal’ to ‘Capetown’ by Brother Langston Hughes’, ‘An African Treasury.’

While she was pregnant, old people of the village warned him. They told him to “stop killing the bush animals. If you continue to do so, you will kill the baby that your wife is soon to deliver. When it is time, she will deliver a terrible creature in the form of a baby, but it will not be a baby.”

After the people had gone back to their houses, the hunter replied, “That is pure superstition.”

Other hunters did entirely stop killing animals until after their wives had delivered so that they might not kill their wives’ babies who possibly had changed to the form of bush animals and after that gone to the bush.

When the hunter’s wives’ time had come, she delivered a male baby.

“I will not keep here long before I go back to Heaven! Ha! Ha! Ha! This is how the world is! What did I come here for? I thought this world would be as beautiful as Heaven, from where I came! Look at everything. How it is very dirty! Of course, I will not keep long before I go back to Heaven!” exclaimed the baby immediately after coming down from his mother’s womb.

Having said that, he stood up from the blood and walked with trembling feet around his mother’s room.

“Ha! Look at this ‘Baby,’ standing here and walking all at the same time He is born!” The people all exclaimed with embarrassment. “Heigh! I’ve never seen a woman give birth to such a terrible baby as this one!” screamed the suffering woman.

And when he took the soap and sponge and washed from himself all the blood and goo away from his body, he wrapped himself in an article of clothing owned by his mother. He then sat upright atop a high stool and looked at the people. He looked into everyone’s eyes with his ungrateful red eyes.

“Ha! I am badly hungry for food. What can I eat now?” He then started to sniff the sweet smell of food which was inside the room nearest his mother’s room.

“Yes, I am glad, I shall get better food from this room; I’d better go in now.”

The room was filled with guests of the homes’ owner. He did not care. Without bearing fear of all the people and their wonder and surprised filled eyes, he stood up and entered the room. He ate all of the food. Food that was intended for thirty-five people or more. After that he kicked all of the pots, pans, dishes, and plates from the table. They shattered upon contact with the walls and floor. They shattered into hundreds of pieces. He then came out and sat down in the middle of the people who were looking on with withered hands and lips.

“Good evening to you good mother of this newly born baby! Thanks be to God who has helped you deliver him safely. We hope you have not any complaint after its birth?” The people of the village, craven as they were, were not thoroughly foolish, they knew when and to whom homage is paid. Hearing the news of the birth, they came to greet the mother and to see how the baby was.

“There is not any complaint at all and thanks be to God for that!” replied the unhappy mother.

“Without a doubt, this is not a real baby but a spirit of one of the animals which his father, the hunter, had killed.”

The people were saying so on their way when returning to their homes.

In the morning of the seventh day that he was born, several old people gathered in his father’s parlor, just to give him a name. This must be done even though he was terribly evil.

Then he walked into the place of worship and sat himself down in the middle of the people, and he was looking into everyone’s eyes as they were praying.

“Long live the baby, and may he – .”

But to their horror, when they were about to announce the name which his father, the hunter, wished the old ones to name him, the baby himself announced very loudly and clearly to the masses, “My name is ‘Ajantala,’ the Shrine, the Rock from Heaven, and there is no need to give me another!”

The people sighed and mumbled with anger, fear, and wonder. Then the kolas, honey, a large quantity of alligator pepper and drinks of palm, rice, guinea, plantation, corn wine, and plenty of bitter kolas were brought before the people in the spirit of celebration. For all these were served at the naming ceremony.

But when they were about to start to eat the food and drink the kolas, Ajantala unexpectedly jumped up high and pierced one of the people with a sharp iron spike. And when he turned to stab another, before he was pierced like the first, he was successful in escaping through the door as did the rest of the party. All of the people had rushed to the outside. All were running away as fast as they could. He then chased them for a short distance before returning to the house.

“There is no wonder, no doubt this baby! It must be the terrible spirit of a wild animal. Of course we forewarned his father to stop killing animals, except after his wife had delivered her baby. But he did not heed our warning; he refused to listen to those who know – the old ones. Now this is the result of his ignorance and insolent behavior.” Said the people of the village.

“Oh yes! This is a thick long stick.” Ajantala took it from the ground and slammed the door behind him. He then began to flog his father and the rest of the family with the stick severely. The rest of the family had no idea of the time when they forced open the door and ran away. He did not touch his mother.

“What more is there to do? Yes, there are still many things to do.”

Remembering what the next thing to do was, he took and ax and started to chop down the wall.

“Ha! Stop that,” his mother shouted.

“Oh! Defiant are you bitch? I see that this means that you have no sense either, you’re in need of a lesson too! All right, I will teach you some good sense now as I have taught all the others.” And then he gave his mother seven slaps across her face. She was flabbergasted.

“Aha! Ajantala, you are an evil and cruel boy, and you are slapping your mother,” exclaimed a man who stood witness to the incident from outside the house.

Before the man could finish saying what he was espousing, Ajantala let his mother be and jumped over and across the veranda railing to the outside and gave the man seven slaps across his face.

“Hai! Ajantala, stop that!” exclaimed another man standing near and witnessing the same as the man before him. He was appalled at the wicked deeds of this foul and cruel boy and his awful deeds. But to everyone’s chagrin, as soon as the man said Hai! His mouth was split and cut open nearly to the nape of his neck and hairline. The man fell back in pain, horror, and silence. He was very fearful that this devil of a boy would surely kill him if he uttered another word.

Now, Ajantala became so fearful that all of the people of the village shunned him and avoided going near his fathers’ house. His nother had nearly died from all the trouble caused by this twisted image of a sweet boy.

This world is NOT OUR HOME – WE ARE ONLY TENANTS – WE ARE HERE TEMPORARILY!

“But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord, OUR GOD (Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddhist, and any other so-called religious denomination) lives.” (Philippians 3:20)

At last, one morning, she took Ajantala to a very far bush. She gave him plenty of the sweet fruits to eat.

“Please Ajantala, stand near this tree and wait there until I come back for you. Do not worry, I shall return for you before too long and take you home to the village. For I am going farther into the bush to fetch our food for the dinner repast. Tricking and lying to him, she left him there and went back to the village alone.

“Where is Ajantala?” his father softly asked for fear of being overheard by his son.

“I have left that terrible boy in the bush.”

“And he agreed to stay there?” the father asked in wonder.

“Yes, he agreed, by trick and treason.” the mother responded smiling.

“I thank you for that. You see, it is indeed truly helpful sometimes to pay heed to the warnings of the old ones, for they are the wisest and most knowledgeable of all.”

“What do you mean by saying so, my dear?” his wife calmly asked.

“The meaning is that several old people did warn me to stop killing bush animals while we were pregnant. And Ajantala is the end result of my not listening and learning from them. I do believe he is one of the animals which I had killed during the period of our pregnancy.”

“Ho-o-o-o! No wonder things have happened the way that they did!” The wife now knew the reason why Ajantala was acting the way he did and then she too believed that he was truly not a human being but a demon from hell though he claimed to come from Heaven.

After Ajantala had waited, waited, and waited for quite a long, long time under the shady tree, which his mother did not return for him. It was dark now. And then it was morning again before he started to travel and wander about. He did travel and wander all about the land until he came upon a small house that was built in the heart of the bush. A corn farm surrounded the house, and both, the house and farm belonged to three brothers. Their names were Mr. Lion, Monkey, and Goat who was the eldest. There were human beings in those days. The two species did learn to live and dwell in harmony. The three brothers resided comfortably in that small house, in the middle of the bush with comfort and tranquility.

“Good day to you sirs,” said Ajantala, walking zigzag into the house, saluting the three family members who sat there enjoying their leisure hours.

“Hello and good day to you too, boy!” Mr. Goat replied, returning the salutation while the others simply looked at Ajantala, expecting him to say what they thought he would say. He appeared to be well spent and void of intrepidness.

“I am a wayfarer who cannot reach his destination today and probably not for two or three weeks more. Therefore, I would beseech thee to allow me to rest. I shall be grateful and indeed obliged if you will allow me to stay here with you as a guest for a few days. I will continue my journey after that, after I have rested.” Ajantala asked for this obligation humbly with all due respect, as if he were a good boy. A charlatan, he would have them think and believe that is the case.

“Of course, we may have mercy on you to let you stay with us for the few days you request. You are very young and weary,” said Mr. Goat on behalf of the rest.

“Many and all thanks be unto you kind sirs, and God!” Ajantala postulated.

So he was allowed to stay with them. He was eating and doing everything with them.

Having seen this luxurious living, a few days later, Ajantala asked, “Please, sirs, I would like to discontinue my journey and become a servant to you. I shall be complying with all of your demands, requests, and orders from this moment on,” and the three brothers agreed.

The following morning, Ajantala followed Mr. Goat to the farm to fetch their food. Having collected plenty of fruits and placed into the basket, Mr. Goat told Ajantala to carry it.

“Oh, what did you say Mr. Goat?” And Mr. Goat repeated what he told him to do.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Is that what you mean for me to do? Be your slave and to do your selfish bidding at your command? Well, alright, I shall teach you a lesson that you’ll not soon forget – I’ll teach you some good sense right now! Mr. Goat looked at him intently. He had no feat of him albeit; he didn’t like the look in his eyes. He knew that Ajantala was too small to cause him any harm.

“Happa, Humpa, Dumpa,” Ajantala sang as he walked like a crab for a short distance. He came back with a handful of dirt and threw it into the eyes of Mr. Goat. As he staggered back and fumbled about for help, Ajantala struck him on the forehead with a heavy stone. And then Mr. Goat fell down. A large quantity of blood was dripping down from the wound on his head. After a few minutes, Ajantala provided Mr. Goat with a helping hand from the floor. After helping him to his to a standing position, he then placed the filled basket on the head of the goat.

As they traveled along the road, on the way back to the house, Ajantala warned and threatened Mr. Goat not to tell a living soul about what happened to him on the farm. Reluctantly, the goat agreed, otherwise he would harm him more severely.

“Ah! Mr. Goat, what has happened to your head and eyes?” asked the rest of the family when they entered the house.

“It was a big stone that fell upon me,” he replied.

The following day, it was Mr. Monkey’s turn to go and the same done to him. And so too did he to Mr. Lion in tandem. All this happened to them at the farm and returned home to the small house in the heart of the bush.

Over time, these three brothers grew tired and was fed up with the living conditions bestowed upon them by Ajantala. He was too terrible and powerful for them.

One night, when Ajantala had gone to bed, they did not know that he never fell asleep. First, Mr. Goat said, “I am afraid, Ajantala is a noxious guest, and if we don’t find a way to escape from him, one day he will kill us all.”

“Certainly, he will kill all of us one day,” Mr. Goat added.

“But I suggest that the better thing to do now is to pack all of our belongings and leave this house tomorrow morning. I am sure before we go, he will not wake, and we shall go far to a place that he will not be able to follow or trace us,” Mr. Lion quietly suggested.

“Yes, you are right, Mr. Lion, and it will be better if we pack our belongings and food into some baskets now. And by five o’clock in the morning leave here and never look back,” said the other two. At the same time, they packed all their belongings into two baskets and put plenty of food in as well. This would serve as fuel and nourishment along the way.

Having done that, they went to bed and slept. But Ajantala heard every word…all of their discussions and plans. He stood up cautiously and began to wrap himself with dried bread leaves and put himself in one of the baskets, well hidden at the bottom under the food.

By five o’clock, the three brothers woke up. Then Mr. Goat put one of the baskets on his head and Mr. Monkey carried the other. They all left the house under cover of darkness, early this morning. They thought that they have saved themselves from Ajantala who was hiding in the basket carried by Mr. Goat.

Having traveled for many miles, they came to a shady tree and stopped to rest under it for a few minutes.

~Think the devil knows how to divide and conquer, knows more about you than you? Remember from whence he came… Remember his hatred of and for all mankind. He was there before you…~

“Eh! We have left our lovely house and home today and Ajantala will occupy it,” painfully said by Mr. Lion.

“Were you not the one who had agreed to Ajantala staying with us? Said Mr. Monkey.

“Yes, you are the one, Mr. Lion,” added Mr. Goat

“Ha! I was not the one, but Mr. Goat was the one who agreed,” denied Mr. Lion.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! It wasn’t me at all – not me! You were the one Mr. Lion,” exclaimed Mr. Goat.

“Shut up there, Mr. Goat, I am quite sure that you were the one,” roared Mr. Lion.

“Ha! Ha! Don’t tell lies against me, Mr. Lion.”

“I say shut up your mouth and if you don’t admit right now that you were the one, I will kill you and eat your whole body at once, especially this moment that I badly hunger for some meat to eat,” Mr. Lion roared again.

“All right, if I were the one, who had approved Ajantala’s request to be with us, let this ground on which we stand now split and then swallow me. But if I were not the one, let something bring Ajantala to us now and scatter all of us to the four corners of the Earth.

Mr. Goat had hardly finished his curse when Ajantala suddenly and viciously jumped out of the basket. He held a sharp and wide blade in his right hand. They could not even glance at him when they scattered to the different ways, fearfully throughout the world.

Mr. Lion’s descendants scattered throughout the woods and forests of the world while the offspring of Mr. Monkey climbed and remained in the trees above. Mr. Goat and his descendants went back to the farm and sold themselves into a domesticated life much like the other animals of the barnyard owned by human beings from that day on.

“Let the workers do as they will…let those in the depths use force and do wrong, so that we can be justified in using force against them…behold a New World Order!”

And it was from that day they became the enemies of themselves and that was the reason the lion is killing the goat and the monkey whenever it sees one of both for the lie they had told against him in the past.

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Thus Ajantala was very successful in separating the three brothers and the rest of the occupants of the wonderful and abundant Planet Earth.

“Why is it so-called educated people do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”

…In conflict with good and evil; the fight between man and the devil; the eternal struggle of human nature against sin:

The Talmud, The Qur’an, The Holy Bible – Translated from Egyptian / Arabic to Ethiopia…Abel – Luluwa, Cain – Aklia and Seth, children of Adam and Eve…

In the beginning there was nothing…Temptation led to Sin.

Cast out of Eden, the metaphor, the story of Adam and Eve bore three sons:

Cain, Abel, and Seth, the beginning people of the Earth.

Cain killed Abel and fled to the East, where he was sheltered by a band of fallen angels; the Watchers!

These Watchers helped Cain’s descendants build a great and mighty industrial civilization. Cain’s cities spread like wild-fire and spread wickedness, devouring the world.

The Euclid:

Balance, Fairness, and Justice – “Things Equal to the Same Things, are Equal to Each Other!”

“Religion is the sign of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people”

~Karl Marx~

Til Next Time…

Acknowledgements:

Amos Tutuola

Welcome to 2013 at WFR.com

In “Weird Thoughts”

101 Weird Writers #34 — Amos Tutuola

In “101 Weird Writers”

Amos Tutuola: An Interview with Yinka Tutuola

In “Interviews”

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Ajantala, the Noxious Guest

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Is Hong Kong on the Brink of Unrest?

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By

Gregory V. Boulware

 “When law becomes a science and a system, it ceases to be justice. The errors, into which a blind devotion to principles of classification has led the common law, will be seen by observing how often the legislation has been obligated to come forward to restore the equity its scheme had lost.”

~Landor~

‘The Jurisprudence of Every Nation’

 “And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the Earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men – that they were fair; and of them they took as wives of all they chose.

 And the Lord said, “My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh; yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years.”

 ASIAN VOICES NHK WORLD

Hong Kong on the Brink

Ichiro Korogi

(Professor, Kanda University of International Studies)

Benny Tai

(Legal Scholar / Co-organizer of Occupy Central with Love and Peace)

http://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/english/tv/asianvoices/archives201408230300.html

Hong Kong is being rocked by pro-democracy protests. Since its return to Chinese rule 17 years ago, its residents have enjoyed a high degree of autonomy. But unrest has been growing. Many say the Chinese government is trying to control the electoral process for Hong Kong’s top administrative officer. In July, some 510,000 people took part in protest demonstrations. At the end of August, the Chinese government announced that it would effectively bar pro-democracy candidates from running in elections. Activists are planning to stage massive rallies and to occupy the financial district in central Hong Kong. Meanwhile, government supporters have held counter-demonstrations. The rift in society has been deepening. What’s behind the Chinese’s government attempt to tighten control? And where is Hong Kong headed? We will consider these questions together with a Japanese specialist on China, Professor Ichiro Korogi of Kanda University of International Studies, and Associate Professor Benny Tai of the University of Hong Kong, one of the leaders of the pro-democracy movement.

George Bush, then President of the U.S., Hu Jin Tao, China’s President, and Than Shue, Myanmar’s Military leader went to visit God, Zarganar emailed a friend just after 9 o’clock; just before the crackdown on the evening of September twenty-fifth. Bush asked God, when will the US become the most powerful nation in the world?” Hu then asked when China would become the richest nation in the world, which drew the same answer from God.

Would you have the government control you for saying something they don’t approve of? Is the First Amendment protecting you and yours? Does the First Amendment apply to you and me? How does our civilized, democratic society stack up to those who do crack down on the right to speak — privately or publicly?

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/zarganar/

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‘Hong Kong On The Brink?’

 What is the meaning of?

 ‘Hong-Kong Democracy,’ ‘Democracy,’ ‘Control,’ ‘Grassroots,’ ‘Bureaucracy,’ ‘ Hierarchy,’ ‘Election,’ ‘Autonomy,’ ‘Free Choice,’ ‘Communism,’ ‘Universal Suffrage?’

Democracy:

…government by the people; a form of government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised directly by them or by their elected agents under a free electoral system.

…a state having such a form of government:

“The United States and Canada are democracies.”

…a state of society characterized by formal equality of rights and privileges.

…political or social equality; democratic spirit.

…the common people of a community as distinguished from any privileged class; the common people with respect to their political power.

Middle French

Late Latin

Greek

Control:

…to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command.

…to hold in check; curb:

“To control a horse; to control one’s emotions.”

…to test or verify (a scientific experiment) by a parallel experiment or other standard of comparison.

…to eliminate or prevent the flourishing or spread of:

“To control a forest fire.”

Obsolete. to check or regulate (transactions), originally by means of a duplicate register.

noun

…the act or power of controlling; regulation; domination or command:

“Who’s in control here?”

…the situation of being under the regulation, domination, or command of another:

“The car is out of control.”

…check or restraint:

“Her anger is under control.”

A legal or official means of regulation or restraint:

“To institute wage and price controls.”

Statistics. control variable (def 1).

…a person who acts as a check; controller.

…a device for regulating and guiding a machine, as a motor or airplane.

late Middle English

Anglo-French

Grassroots:

…the common or ordinary people, especially as contrasted with the leadership or elite of a political party, social organization, etc.; the rank and file.

…the agricultural and rural areas of a country.

…the people inhabiting these areas, especially as a political, social, or economic group.

…the origin or basis of something; the basic or primary concept, rule, part, or the like.

adjective, Also, grass-roots

…of, pertaining to, or involving the common people, especially as contrasted with or separable from an elite:

“A Grassroots Movement for nuclear disarmament.”

Bureaucracy:

…government by many bureaus, administrators, and petty officials.

…the body of officials and administrators, especially of a government or government department.

…excessive multiplication of, and concentration of power in, administrative bureaus or administrators.

…administration characterized by excessive red tape and routine.

French

Hierarchy:

…any system of persons or things ranked one above another.

…government by ecclesiastical rulers.

…the power or dominion of a hierarch.

…an organized body of ecclesiastical officials in successive ranks or orders:

“The Roman Catholic hierarchy.”

…one of the three divisions of the angels, each made up of three orders, conceived as constituting a graded body.

Also called celestial hierarchy. the collective body of angels.

…government by an elite group.

Medieval Latin

Late Greek

Election:

…the selection of a person or persons for office by vote.

…a public vote upon a proposition submitted.

…the act of electing.

Theology. the choice by God of individuals, as for a particular work or for favor or salvation.

Latin

Autonomy:

…independence or freedom, as of the will or one’s actions:

“The autonomy of the individual.”

…the state or condition of having independence or freedom, or of being autonomous; self-government, or the right of self-government:

“The rebels demanded autonomy from Spain.”

…a self-governing community.

Greek

Free-Choice:

Free

…enjoying personal rights or liberty, as a person who is not in slavery:

“A land of free people.”

…pertaining to or reserved for those who enjoy personal liberty:

“They were thankful to be living on free soil.”

…existing under, characterized by, or possessing civil and political liberties that are, as a rule, constitutionally guaranteed by representative government:

“The free nations of the world.”

…enjoying political autonomy, as a people or country not under foreign rule; independent.

…exempt from external authority, interference, restriction, etc., as a person or one’s will, thought, choice, action, etc.; independent; unrestricted.

…able to do something at will; at liberty:

“Free to choose.”

…clear of obstructions or obstacles, as a road or corridor:

“The highway is now free of fallen rock.”

…in a free manner; freely; Nautical. away from the wind, so that a sailing vessel need not be close-hauled:

“running free.” verb (used with object), freed, freeing; to make free; set at liberty; release from bondage, imprisonment, or restraint; to exempt or deliver (usually followed by from); to relieve or rid (usually followed by of): “to free oneself of responsibility.”; to disengage; clear (usually followed by from or of) Verb phrases; free up,  a.to release, as from restrictions: “Congress voted to free up funds for the new highway system.” b.to disentangle: “It took an hour to free up the traffic jam.”

Idioms; for free, Informal. without charge: “The tailor mended my jacket for free.”; free and clear, Law. without any encumbrance, as a lien or mortgage:

“They owned their house free and clear.”; free and easy,  a. unrestrained; casual; informal. b. excessively or inappropriately casual; presumptuous; make free with,  a.to use as one’s own; help oneself to: “If you make free with their liquor, you won’t be invited again.” b.to treat with too much familiarity; take liberties with; set free, to release; liberate; free: “The prisoners were set free.”; with a free hand, generously; freely; openhandedly: “He entertains visitors with a free hand.”

Middle English

Old English

 Choice

noun

…an act or instance of choosing; selection:

“Her choice of a computer was made after months of research. His parents were not happy with his choice of friends.”

…the right, power, or opportunity to choose; option:

“The child had no choice about going to school.”

…the person or thing chosen or eligible to be chosen :

“This book is my choice. He is one of many choices for the award.”

…an alternative:

“There is another choice.”

…an abundance or variety from which to choose :

“A wide choice of candidates.”

…something that is preferred or preferable to others; the best part of something:

“Mare’s Nest is the choice in the sixth race.”

…a carefully selected supply:

This restaurant has a fine choice of wines.”

8.

…worthy of being chosen; excellent; superior.

…carefully selected:

“Choice words.”

…(in the grading of beef in the U.S.) rated between prime and good.

Idioms

…of choice, that is generally preferred:

“A detached house is still the home of choice.”

Middle English

Germanic

Middle English chois < Old French, derivative of choisir to perceive, choose < Germanic

Choice, alternative, option, preference all suggest the power of choosing between things. Choice implies the opportunity to choose: “a choice of evils.” Alternative suggests that one has a choice between only two possibilities. It is often used with a negative to mean that there is no second possibility: “to have no alternative.”Option emphasizes free right or privilege of choosing: “to exercise one’s option. “Preference applies to a choice based on liking or partiality: “to state a preference.” 9. …select, rare, uncommon, valuable, precious. See fine1.

noun

1.

…the act or an instance of choosing or selecting

2.

…the opportunity or power of choosing

3.

…a person or thing chosen or that may be chosen: he was a possible choice

4.

…an alternative action or possibility: what choice did I have?

5.

…a supply from which to select: a poor choice of shoes

6.

…of choice, preferred; favourite

adjective

7.

…of superior quality; excellent: choice wine

8.

…carefully chosen, appropriate: a few choice words will do the trick

9.

…vulgar or rude: choice language

mid-14c., “that which is choice,” from choice (adj.) blended with earlier chois (n.) “action of selecting” (c.1300); “power of choosing” (early 14c.), “someone or something chosen” (late 14c.), from Old French chois “one’s choice; fact of having a choice” (12c., Modern French choix), from verb choisir “to choose, distinguish, discern; recognize, perceive, see,” from a Germanic source related to Old English ceosan “to choose, taste, try;” see choose. Late Old English chis “fastidious, choosy,” from or related to ceosan, probably also contributed to the development of choice. Replaced Old English cyre “choice, free will,” from the same base, probably because the imported word was closer to choose [see note in OED].

adj.

…”worthy to be chosen, distinguished, excellent,” mid-14c., from choice (n.).

…in philosophy, a corollary of the proposition of free will-i.e., the ability voluntarily to decide to perform one of several possible acts or to avoid action entirely. An ethical choice involves ascribing qualities such as right or wrong, good or bad, better or worse to alternatives.

 Communism:

 …a theory or system of social organization based on the holding of all property in common, actual ownership being ascribed to the community as a whole or to the state.

…(often initial capital letter) a system of social organization in which all economic and social activity is controlled by a totalitarian state dominated by a single and self-perpetuating political party.

…(initial capital letter) the principles and practices of the Communist Party.

…communalism.

French

…communism includes all of these when understood in its true meaning. Forms of libertarian communism such as situationism are strongly egoist in nature.

noun

1.

…advocacy of a classless society in which private ownership has been abolished and the means of production and subsistence belong to the community

2.

…any social, economic, or political movement or doctrine aimed at achieving such a society

3.

…(usually capital) a political movement based upon the writings of Marx that considers history in terms of class conflict and revolutionary struggle, resulting eventually in the victory of the proletariat and the establishment of a socialist order based on public ownership of the means of production See also Marxism, Marxism-Leninism, socialism

4.

…(usually capital) a social order or system of government established by a ruling Communist Party, esp in the former Soviet Union

5.

…(often capital) (mainly US) any leftist political activity or thought, esp when considered to be subversive

6.

…communal living; communalism “social system based on collective ownership,” 1843, from French communisme (c.1840) from commun (Old French comun; see common (adj.)) + -isme (see -ism).

Originally a theory of society; as name of a political system, 1850, a translation of German Kommunismus (itself from French), in Marx and Engels’ “Manifesto of the Communist Party.” Cf. communist. In some cases in early and mid-20c., a term of abuse implying anti-social criminality without regard to political theory; i.e. socialism, communism, anarchism] stands for a state of things, or a striving after it, that differs much from that which we know; & for many of us, especially those who are comfortably at home in the world as it is, they have consequently come to be the positive, comparative, & superlative, distinguished not in kind but in degree only, of the terms of abuse applicable to those who would disturb our peace.

 Communism definition

An economic and social system envisioned by the nineteenth-century German scholar Karl Marx. In theory, under communism, all means of production are owned in common, rather than by individuals (see Marxism and  Marxism-Leninism). In practice, a single authoritarian party controls both the political and economic systems. In the twentieth century, communism was associated with the economic and political systems of China and the Soviet Union and of the satellites of the Soviet Union.

(Compare  capitalism and  socialism).

 Universal Suffrage:

noun

…suffrage for all persons over a certain age, usually 18 or 21, who in other respects satisfy the requirements established by law.

Do we in America allow our government to oppress us, disrespect us, detect us, delete us, or to protect us? When we in America elect our government officials — do we control them or do they control us?

 “Let the workers do as they will…let those in the depths use force and do wrong, so that we can be justified in using force against them…behold a New World Order!”

 “If you lead correctly, orders are unnecessary and useless.”

~Confucius~

“He has showed you, O man, what’s good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your GOD?”

 “Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes. And he will turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the land with a curse.”

— Malachi 4:5–6

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"A Believers' View"

“A Believers’ View”


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“Underfoot”
By
Gregory V. Boulware

“My Vengeance Needs Blood”
~Marquis de Sade~

I did not convey all that should have been…needed to be told regarding the old gentleman’s organs beneath the floor. The brief allusion as to what transpired according to one author who reported me as being so stupid a “tattle-tale,” that I’d spilled my guts to the gendarmes.

Ha…what a laugh! The misguided scribe had very little to report, as did Mr. Poe, who mentioned something about a heart thumping underfoot in the old man’s house. The first writer, as mentioned quoted:

“A knock came upon the door… Two men, plainly dressed in tie and coat, accompanied by two in uniform appeared. My eye peered at them through the semi-opened door. I opened it just a crack, as I did not wish for them to hear the pounding beneath the floor.

The pounding noise would not stop. I had to find a way to make it stop. Don’t you understand? It had to stop. It began to pound loudly. It was too loud…very Loud! Do you not hear it? It’s driving me mad, mad I tell you! Through the crack in the floor, the orb peered out at me.

It was fixated upon me! It glared at me all the time. I could not look on it any longer… I had to make it go away. Even if I had to pluck it out of the head of the old man while he sat in the rocking chair. That is why I had to put him and that vultures’ eye under the floor. There wasn’t time enough to dispose of him and it properly. It wasn’t his fault that the evil eye stared at me. It would not be able to gaze on me if it was under the floor out of sight.”

Hah…that’s what the author put in his collection of stories and reports. He didn’t know the half of it. Allow me to complete his rendition before I trust you with further details.

“Readers can visualize the gruesomeness of the pale blue orb, described as a ‘vulture’s eye;’ the evil eye covered by a thin film like that of a fish. It was terribly nasty to look at. In a frenzied dismemberment of the old man’s body, I was preparing to dispose of it and the f…… heart that I kept hearing beat beneath the damnable boards of the floor. I was a vile individual who had every reason to believe that I could make and escape of paying the price for taking the life of an innocent soul.”

The truth is he was not as completely innocent as some would have you think…

I laugh to think I was brought here by my father along with the family from the cold dark and dank alleyways of ‘Edinburgh.’ To think my life so bad that we had to move away to another town filled to the gullet with more cold dark and dank alleyways. Some call the eerie traverse-ways as bastions of hell’s corridors. These causeways are the birth canals of the butchering ‘Ripper.’

My course throughout has lead me astray due to the raptures and starving readiness of servitude. A short stay in ‘Her Majesty’s Royal Navy did me no good either. After cutting a man’s throat from ear to ear, they tossed me in the bloody brig intent on making a date with the gallows’ hangman who was in competition with the axman.

My tale of woe and contempt began there, at home, and continued to escalate while I was sitting and stuffing my belly full of mutton, gruel, and a tawny red port. When that was done, a nice bottle of claret did suffice. The cognac was a bit tasty indeed. Down on my luck, I hadn’t two copper coins to rub together. I needed work. I needed a place to lay my head. I had to eat. When was it last that I’d eaten? Two days ago, maybe three… I can’t quite remember.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned. The mustached and bearded man smiled at me while pouring a glass of claret. He shoved the goblet under my nose. Its bountiful aroma was unbearable. I had to taste, to drink of it, to swallow it. I downed half of the goblet’s content. Through the stupor of my drunken gaze, I turned once again. I wanted to thank the smiling stranger. He accordingly nodded and poured once more.

“I do understand good sir, that you are in need of gainful employment and boarding am I correct?”

I dizzily nodded in agreement and emptied the chalice again. The alcohol laden beverage really had a firm grip on my vision… It played with it gaily and freely. The room did appear to be moving in a dizzying circle of brilliant lights, and dulling dark grey from the floor to the ceiling and back again. The smiling man was mouthing something. I couldn’t make it out. His eyes seemed to flash a reddish hue to one of brilliance and an awe of menace. He appeared cheerfully adept at gaining and commandeering one’s confidence. His smile began to cause me worry and threatened concern. Yes, even through the thick veil of a drunken stupor that has engulfed me. His smile seemed to change from one of comfort to that of a sinister and frightful sneer and gloat. Now, correct me if my recollections are incorrect…did I mention his smile? Oh yes, I did. He made a few gestures at two men sitting in the back of the pub…I think.

They gulped down their grog and responded to his beckoning. The candle and lantern lit room continued to dance and play verily with applauded merriment. I could almost swear I heard the inn keeper’s deep-throated spittle-juiced voice raising a fuss. I wasn’t really sure; I thought I heard him say to his barroom lackeys, “Get the bastard out – take him if you will – we have no need of a drunken penniless vagrant – get him the hell out!”

I don’t believe the smiling man was in cahoots with the innkeeper of whom he held an acquaintance. But he did not hesitate to succumb to the owner’s request.

Someone said that I went mad. They said that I went stark raving mad when they tried to lift and remove me. They said I screamed and screamed, “Don’t let the devil take me – don’t let him get me! Please save me…! Did I truly gaze upon the face of Lucifer?

They all gave assistance to the smiling man and his two friends. It was said that they carried me to the coach of black, pulled by four black stallions along the way. It bore, on the coach door, the markings of the rich old man’s family crest who resided up above on yonder hill.

No one remained in his employ for long…not longer than three or four months; a fortnight at the least. No female, single or no, would ever venture up there. They preferred to remain in the safety of here, down here under the auspices of the castle-like mansion up yonder, overlooking ‘Putney Hill,’ just outside of London Town.

I awoke on a cot in the back of a warm fire lit kitchen. My head did ache and was complimented with waves of nausea. I felt as though I were going mad.

There was a tall thin yet ghastly man named Cyrus. He was the old man’s man-servant. I couldn’t tell who was more the ancient between the two.

The rotund woman with a face of stone appeared. She attended to kitchen chores and food preparations. She never looked me square in the eye. When she saw that I had stirred and stumbled to the table, she placed in front of me, a bowl of hot gruel. It was hot and steamy but smelled to high heaven. The stench caused me to heave and turn from sight. The cook woman continued her chores of meal preparation. She busied herself by skinning and chopping into pieces, a rather large and slick slimy black skinned eel. She did this while the wiggling writhing thing remained alive.

I was then directed to a wash area just outside. It entertained a rather larger than normal bathtub. It wasn’t for me to use. It was used by frequent and privileged members of the household. That was when the house was filled with life and children. The estate employees rarely took baths if at all. The belief in body protection was the law of the land. It kept the vermin off and the germs out of the pores. The household help was mainly hired from the villages close and near the mansion some called a castle. It had a mote and bulwarks for defense and battle. This house was reported to have been full of activity and visitors constantly coming and going to and fro. Today, it is like that of a tomb.

The old man was all that was left of a great and bountiful family. Myth has it they were all killed off by poisonings and other feats of jealousy over the family fortune as opposed to its posterity.

Once finished with the forced washing from the wooden bucket in the barn near the horse stables, I was directed by the tall man servant as to what my duties would be. Most of the chores that where assigned was to be on the grounds area around barn, garden, and outside of the building. Several other duties were in and around the kitchen, basement, and occasionally hauling furnishings and supplies upstairs. In certain areas in the interior of the estate were not without the strictest supervision and or under direct orders. I was not to go anywhere in the house without the watchful eye of the tall man servant or the stone faced cook. I would soon violate that directive. Someone told me the old man kept his moneybox in his room; under his bed. It was said to be full of nothing but golden coins of immense value and worth. If that was so, it would not be long before I too, would be a rich man.

In my mind’s eye, I could see the smiling man smiling at me – that wry slick sinister grin of a smile.

I pondered over whether I needed a partner or not. Did I truly need assistance in removing the servants from the house? The brew I was drinking ran low and warm. I summoned for another. My current wages of more than two months now, have allowed the purchase of a few luxuries. I haven’t had the privilege of having the ability to afford such things. I wasn’t able to do this since my last sailing vessel. My God, it seemed like ages ago.

The fat cook and the damned tall butler had to go. That’s final. The problem was how to get rid of them.

Today, I was to clean the stables. It’s usually done on Saturday morning, but since there was to be a wake on Sunday afternoon into the late evening, some chores were postponed while others simply cast off. The master would not be alone until Sunday afternoon into Monday early morning.

My plan was now laid before me. Sunday afternoon into early morning was my free and personal time. The only other free time was after dinner through the week for two or three hours. Even then, I could be located by the staff should I be needed for anything the master might require of me. On occasion, I’ve had to hitch the team of horses to the wagon or buggy and fetch the doctor who resides about 20 kilometers to the north.

On a bright crisp and chipper Sunday morning, birds and squirrels made adequate noises that aroused and soothed the senses. The trees were riffled thoroughly by the strong brisk wind. The boughs reached for the bright yellow sun that teased the tulips and bade them to open lovingly to the warmth. And I, oh yes, I listened intently to the preacher’s sermon. I had to stick very close to the master this morning. No one noticed that the butler or the maid were not in attendance, save one.

The wake of the old man’s cousin, a last remaining blood relative that was to be buried after this morning’s church service, went off without a hitch.

I aided the tall manservant in bringing food and refreshments to the guests. The cook-maid-housekeeper also utilized my services for the betterment and saving of expenses. Having me double-up on my duties and foregoing my free time after dinner in order to serve them. How dare they assume such a position as to make me their servant. Dog am I? I’ll fix them… They shall soon see who the servant is and who the master is. Oh yes, they shall soon see…

The last dinner guest stumbled out of the door a little past one on Sunday morning. I had nodded off in the driver’s seat of the cold and wet carriage. The coal black stallions waited impatiently for nearly an hour. They stamped and pranced, snorted, and grunted in the watery darkness. They desired to complete their mission, their assignment to deliver and or retrieve the passenger and return to the warm hey matted stalls of the barn. They, like I, desired sleep. But, they and I still had work to do.

It was just past three when I arrived back at the mansion. The team of stallions were happily bedded down for the remainder of the night. It was about four a.m. when I started for the inside of the house. I’d decided to call off the plan for now. I was too tired and sleepy. Besides, I still hadn’t decided if I needed help or not. After all, the tall manservant was indeed a formidable foe. The rotund cook woman was not to be trifled with either. With her brooms, sticks, pots, and cutlery…she could easily stretch a man upon yon table in preparation for dissection. On there, she would be able to skin him and chop him like that of the massive live eel that perished not so long ago.

Upon placing my boot soles upon the mud scrapper, the door of the back kitchen violently flew open inwardly. The tall man was standing there snarling at me.

“Where in the f… have ye been, Monkey-boy? Aye, ye must’ve been sloshing at the pub, getting drunk and shirking your duties, I’d say!” The spit form his verbiage splattered about my face and chest. The ponderage of contempt that I was entertaining toward him suddenly leaped into a full blown rage. I struck him with my right fist and then with my left. I hit him once more with my left for good measure. Before he could bring himself from the floor, I’d already stuck him in the ‘Adams’ Apple’ with my ‘Jim Bowie Knife.’ He bled like a butchered stuck pig. He made not a sound. He made not a sound because he could not. He made an attempt to scream to no avail. The shocked and bewildered look on his dead face lost all semblances of color and life. His eyes were frozen and stuck wide open. I left him that way.

The fat lady screamed and cried in fright. I really did expect her to put up a fight. I mean, her constant boasting and order barking was enough to make a grown man sit up and take notice. However, she did not fight or retaliate. She simply turned to run. She screamed and cried in fright, turned and ran. Her round plump figure did not waddle as she usually did when traversing room to room. She quickly and smoothly floated over the floor as if on wheels or that of a cloud. It did her no good though.

My aim was good and true as my throw. My blood laden blade stuck firmly in her back. The plopping noise made by her plop to the floor was loud and thunderous. She was trapped between the stove and cutting counter. She kicked and screamed in an attempt to get up. Her efforts availed her not. Her struggle was fruitless.

She bled practically all over the place. The bleeding was even more intense when I removed my ‘Bowie Knife’ from her severed spine. The kicking and moving ceased. Stepping around to face her, I squatted down on the floor to get a real good look. Her eyes were moving. She was looking for me, at me. The inquiring look of why was communicated through tear filled eyes.

I decided to explain things to her. After all, I feel that I owe her that much, especially after all that barking, shouting, and ordering me about.

“Well ya see, Ms. Lizzie, you all thought you was better than me. Ya thought you all had it made… But you didn’t! Now who’s the one doing the bowing and scraping? Who’s the one pleading and begging for help? It’s you bitch!

Now that the f…… slimy and smelly old man is going to pay me big time and neither of you can stop me. All them times ya’ll sent me up there to that stinking room to fetch his piss and shit…hell, it was bad enough that I had to eat, sleep, and take a shit with the animals in the barn. And you made me wash his stinking ass when I couldn’t wash mine! He got to use that great big tub full of hot water while giving me a bucket of cold. Now just how do you think that made me feel? A do give ya’ll credit for looking after me when I first got here. I really did appreciate it. You should have kept up with being nice to me. I would have cut you both in on the take, but all ya’ll wanted to do was serve and protect that bastard old man. Well now I’ll get it all while you and the tall man eat shit. I’ve been meaning to tell you about that wretched dog’s eyes! I hated to look at the damned things – they are the ugliest and most horrible eyeballs I had ever seen, the one on the left in particular. But now, I don’t have to look at them slimy orbs any longer. I’m going to pluck the f…… things out! First, that large pale blue film covered vultures’ eye with the snot-like slime all around it. Then there is that other grey looking droopy laden thing on the other side of his hideously bumped and pickled face. I’m going to remove those things so that they see no more. Then I’ll recover my fortune and depart this accursed wicked place.

Now, to put you out of your misery… Your spinal cord is severed. Therefore, you are probably not feeling any pain, yes?”

What a shame…that pleading look in the cook’s eyes changed from one of tearful inquisition to that of full blown dread…of terror and horror. I felt exhilaratingly exuberant excitement with the thought of them finding her butchered corpse on the cutting table and severed head in the kitchen sink.

The smiling man was leaning against a large maple tree when they arrived at the church this morning. He smiled at the old man and winked and pointed a gnarled and rotted finger at me. We continued on into the building.

The butler’s body was taken out and dumped in the hay-baling machine… It was easily chewed and spit out into a reddened bale of hey at the end of the thumping and crunching cycle. They came out in a group of four bales before the reddening ceased coloring the golden colored hay. I stacked them in a nice neat stack beneath the correctly colored ones. They could not be seen without moving the stack. In time, the worms and night crawling vermin will devour the blood stained bails. If not, the horses will.

I made up my mind to clean up when I returned from the old man’s room. I’ve decided what I needed to do with the old man before I’d pack to leave. First, I must find the money box.

Oh, how awful the smell is. The air within the old man’s bed chamber is putrid. How in hell does he breathe in here? I choke and gag every time I’ve had to come in here. Thankfully, the scarce times have been few. The room, the very air itself has the aroma of death and disease. The horrible menace of ‘Prince Prospero and the Red and Black Death which weighed in across the land, destroyed more lives than protect. Bodies amassed throughout one nearby kingdom. It, ‘The Red Death,’ appeared at one of the Princes’ guest parties where the participants dressed as animals and crawled about the floor. They apparently had run amok and truly believed they were the things they portrayed. The orgies were of and with one another as well as the real animals that were brought into play. The feast was all the rage. The Prince had his bowman kill the husband of one of the women he had bedded at an earlier party held within the castle. The bowman shot an arrow into the man from up high on the castle bulwark. The report of killings and mass mutilations spread quickly throughout the kingdom.

I paid particular attention to the vicar’s sermon this morning. He spoke of God’s vengeance upon murderers.

“Behold, there shall be retribution!” He shouted from the pulpit. Then his voice took on a gentle and soothing tone after the thunder. I do believe he was speaking directly to me. The thunder rose again…

“Thou Shalt Not Kill!” Once again, I got that ice-cold chill. I tried in vain not to look up at the preaching holy man. He was looking directly at me. I, in the midst of a battalion of Sunday worshippers, could not help but believe the message within the sermon was directly pointing at me!

“Satan robbed the human race blind when he tempted Adam and Eve in Eden.” Jesus described Satan as a thief whose purpose is “to steal and kill and destroy.”
(John 10:10)

The preacher continued. “Satan is doing this thing, robbing God’s people of the gifts he wants us to have, including our joy, peace, and purpose. Are you ever stumped about what to do or where to go next?” The speaker on the pulpit scanned the room after that question. His eyes bounced to and fro, and then came to rest upon me. I cast my gaze downward.

The vicar continued on with his sermon.

“That confusion is the result of Satan’s work. Before their fall, the only wrong choice, scripture tells us, that Adam and Eve could make was to eat the forbidden fruit. Every other option they had was a good one. But after they sinned, they had all kinds of good and bad choices to make.

The devil is also stealing our financial blessings by tying us up in debt that’s often the result of a greedy desire for more. We get those letters congratulating us on our outstanding credit and offering us another shiny coin that will give us the buying power and financial independence we so richly deserve. But the back end or that deal is financial bondage that could take us years to get out of.

Even more tragically than all of this, the devil is stealing our marriages and our families. We’re told that divorce among Christians has caught up with adultery and lasciviousness. That will never do in a Christian Kingdom of God.

The devil never tells you the deal up front. If a thief with a knife and mask knocked on your front door and asked to come in, what would you do? You’d slam the door and lock it! But thieves don’t do that. They’re deceptive, sneaking into the house when no one is looking. Since Satan is a master deceiver, we need to be on the alert for his approach!”

I felt the messenger’s eyes, once again upon me.

Monday morning came rapidly. It took all night to dispose of the bodies. The barn would have to be set ablaze due to the gore which spilled over the side of the large wash tub. The grass and hay bales failed to mask the spillage.

Hot boiling water and raw soap successfully removed the mess of the cook from the kitchen and pantry. Some stains remained on the upstairs floorboards of the master bedroom. There was also other various spotting underfoot. A nice fresh coat of paint and varnish should take care of that. What to do with the smell? It’s so rank and putrid, maybe lime powder and sulfur would explain the foul odor.

The old man’s body was not as difficult to dispose of as compared to the others… He was small, frail, and puny. They were not. Their parts had to be made smaller. The dispersal was a multi-tasked effort. The tall man was pretty damned heavy for a long and lanky fellow. After removing his limbs and burying those in scattered places for the worms and nocturnal creatures’ dinner treat. I thought of dropping the torso down the abandoned well located about 500 yards from the back of the castle’s kitchen. The new water pump pumped fresh well water right into the kitchen cook area. The hay-baling machine made a nice and neat package for the delivery. The buried parts would take too long to dissolve. I dug those up and added them to the menu of the manual hay-baler as well. This gadget worked wonders on many a farm that could afford to pay to have one built. The skilled farm servants constructed a way to make bales of hay and stalked wheat and barley by way of a compression grinder. It chopped, ground, and packed the coarse produce into square clumps that could be bond with ties, keeping them intact and easy to mobilize and feed to the animals. Only the rich lords of the realm cold afford to have them on their fields and farmlands. The contraption was a mass of turning and churning razor sharp long curved blades on a series of pulleys and wheels. These wheels were turned from the outside handle by the farmhand operating it. It proved to cut and chop a number of things that were recycled and or disposed of right back into the soil.

The cook was prepared in the manner of a fine dining affair. Her parts were carved up like one would carve a slaughtered cow. It was done in such a manner to drive one into believing he had before him a dissection chart like those displayed in butcher shops across the land.

The master of the house was fast asleep. The dark empty night provided ample cover and time to do the dastardly deed. He would prove to be the easiest of the three.

He pulled and yanked upon the bell chord, over and over again. I watched to see what he was doing through the crack of the butlers’ room door and its’ molding. It was to no avail, for he would from now on receive no response from any or either persons, save one…mine!

Flinging open the door between the tall man’s room and that of the master of the house, I stepped in to answer his call.

“You rang sir?” I responded with evil intent and a wicked smile of enthusiasm.

“Where is Cyrus?” he demanded. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen him all day –not since last night.” His voice was of an annoying high pitched variety. It squealed in raspy high tones splashing in gurgle. The spray of spittle saturated as he spat forth words of difficult understanding.

He never said a word while we sat through the Sunday sermon. I didn’t have to look upon the wretched fool’s eye through the day. He wore spectacles with darkened lenses. They were of the type that kept out the majority of the light with designed smaller lenses that shaded from the side of the eye. They appeared to be wrapped around the face of the wearer. I’d seen only one pair Manufactured of this type, designed to keep out the light on one other person. I had the misfortune to attend another funeral. It was the ‘Lady Ligeia.’ My crew and I were working the grounds after the fox hunt and the funeral as well. Verdon wore spectacles such as those previously described. They would be a perfect pair of glasses for a blind person who wishes to hide their eyes from curious and prying people.

It was I who brought him his morning gruel, toast, milk, and tea. I also made ready his morning bath. I dressed him and made him ready for church services. It was I who carried him down and out to the ready and waiting carriage.

Upon our return, nary a word was spoken between us, save, “Yes M’ Lord and this way or that M’ Lord, and watch your step M’ Lord.”

All this I did without once having to gaze upon that evil, slimy, and horrible vultures’ eye. As successful as the day’s endeavors, it should, I expect, will end in a finality of fruitfulness. Just as easily as I’ve managed this day, I will end it with the night.

The freshly sharpened knives were at the ready upon my arrival from the pub. Two pints of grog along with an ample amount of rye was all that I needed to re-induce my lust for blood and booty.

Many a time was I warned about mu loose lips and rum indulgences while aboard ship. Many a time did I find myself in the brig or the alley after consumption of spirits and wine. This time was not unlike before when I was shown the street by way of the door. I do not recall speaking of murder and bloodlust, or bounty while sitting with those whom I thought to be friends…kinsmen. Two suited gentlemen sat in a darkened corner of the room. They rarely took away their gazing upon me throughout my rather gay and boisterous visit. I do not believe that I was drunk when my forced departure became relevant.

The muddy sloshy walk home was, it seemed, a bit difficult. But my direction was clear and I had a job to do, just one more job to do.

The room was dark except for the candle light emerging from behind me. The light from the butler’s room caused me to appear like that of a spectre in the night, a death dealer, a necromancer of evil intent.

At first, I decided to look for the moneybox. Crawling and scrambling about the floor, I could not find it. I searched under the bed and through the drawers and closets…nowhere was there a clue to be found.

Forgetting the noise made in my frantic panicky hunt, the master was awakened. I was positive that he would sleep through the ordeal. I was wrong. He was wide awake and clearly lucid.

“What the devil are you doing in here, boy?” he shouted in that nasty sounding tone. “Get your ass the hell out of here demon – you are a thief in the night – get out you thieving peasant!” His voice made me angry and anxious as he screamed for the tall man and the cook.

“Listen to me you bloody old bastard,” said I. “You’ll tell me where you keep your gold, silver, and money – the moneybox before I cut out your foul heart!” I meant every single word. And he knew it too.

The old man continued screeching as he jumped up and out of the bed. He scratched some match sticks on the box and lit the lantern before I could stop him. Instantly the room was flooded with light. He had time enough to lite two more candles. And then it happened just before I sliced off his head.

The interviewers started to argue amongst themselves. One waved a wrinkled and drying hand, gesturing me to stop talking. He was the assigned legal defender who encouraged me to stop talking. I did not…

It is true that I am nervous, dreadfully very nervous. Is it possible that I had been mad? Maybe I had been and am; but why would you, will you say that I am mad? The disease of alcoholism had sharpened my senses. It did not dull them. My sense of hearing was acute. At that moment, I heard all things in heaven, the Earth, and hell. So why would you say then, that I am or was mad? Am I not conveying to you my portion of the events in a calm and healthy manner?

My attorney sat down and the arguments of the colleagues did cease. They all sat quietly in ponderance and observance.

It is nearly impossible to say how I first decided to accept the idea of robbery. My friend at the pub merely mentioned that he would have liked to have the old man’s riches. I was of a different contemplation… The idea of becoming rich haunted me day and night. There was no real existence of pain or passion, simply irresistible and exhausting desire.

I had had enough of his screeching and bellowing. I asked – demanded once more for him to tell me where the fortune was hidden. He continued to defiantly disrespect and disregard my orders, my demands when that monstrous film laden eye fell upon me. The lantern and candle lit room intensified its’ hideous stare. It was the eye…the pale blue eye with a nasty snot-like slimy film over it – a vulture’s eye.

Now if you think this was the point of my madness, you could very well be correct. It was this evil eye that made my blood run cold. It completely sobered me. You should have seen me. It was then and there that I wisely proceeded with caution, foresight, and dissimulation that I went to work.

The vulture eye never once removed its starring gaze from my eyes. It held me frightfully fast. I could not move. I hesitated. In that moment of hesitation, there was a chilling calm just prior to my raising the butcher’s blade. The eye left me for an instant that may well have been a minute. It looked down. It looked down at my foot. I was standing on a very expensive Persian rug. The floor boards beneath it creaked.

“Ah, you have spilled the beans Old Man.”

Just as soon as that statement escaped my lips, the damned evil eye was upon me again. It fell upon me in such a manner, that I have not seen before. It caused me to hesitate, I nearly refrained my actions of intent all together.

The old man’s mouth parted in an attempt to speak. Off went his head before he could accomplish the act. The vulture’s eye never closed as his head bounced upon the floor and carpet.

The bleeding seemed to never end. It bled from the neck as well as from the head. The gory mess spurted more forcefully from the body. His hour had come.

I then smiled gaily. The deed is finally done. The problem would be in cleaning up this mess. The gore seemed endless as it was splashed, leaked, and dripped from everywhere in the room. It remained deathly quiet for what seemed a very long time. Although I could hear something…I wasn’t sure what it was or where it was coming from.

I knew that no one was here and the nearest house was half quarter mile away. Should you continue to think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the carefully wise and patient manner in my plan to conceal the body. But before I do anything else, I must recover the moneybox before it is soaked in blood. I still have several more hours of darkness before the morning Sun.

The heavy floor rug was moved away without effort. I threw it over the old man’s headless body. The head sat upright, looking at me through the film covered vulture’s eye while the other bloodshot one looked away. There seemed, I thought, to be a kind of thumping sound not unlike the one heard earlier, although faint.

The night began to wane. I removed the three creaking planks in the floor. Truly, the fortune was underfoot all the while pleading and demanding the old man’s untold secret.

Inside the brass box was two small burlap pouches of gold coins, bank bonds, and some other legal documents of no concern to me. I could not return the bloodied rug over the replaced flooring planks because it was soaked in the old man’s blood. The boards were replaced with accurate precision. No human eye, not even mine could have detected any difference than the rest, except for spilled and spotted blood upon them.

I had to replace the blood-spoiled rug with that of another from another room. It fit perfectly. Wise was I to think ahead to place absorbent free canvases and water repellent linings under the old man’s bed without his notice or knowledge. This operation took place while he was asleep sitting upon the privy on Saturday night.

Upon completion of cleaning the walls and floors of the bed chamber, I preceded to remove the body to the large tub in back of the house. The thumping by this time had increased ten-fold. Someone would hear this upon arrival. It must be stopped. Where is it coming from?

I searched all over the mansion to no avail. The thumping was by this time, nerve shattering. Returning to the tub, I was preparing to carve up the frail body and place them, the body parts, in the hay bailer. But there was a problem. The body was gone. The old man’s head and body, were not in the tub where I left them. The blood was still there – no body or head!

The horrible thumping continued. Along with the thumping came the chilling sound of the old man’s voice in a mocking spirit-like laughter.

The old man was sitting in his bed when I arrived back to his room. He was laughing at me. The slimy blue evil vulture’s eye was upon me…more intense than before. The room was brilliantly lit. I do not know til this day, from where it came. The thumping and the laughter and the gawking evil eye where just too much to take at one time…

I threw myself upon the old man. Ripping, pulling, and punching on him, I sliced off his head again. I did it with my ‘Bowie Knife’ this time. The other blades were washed, cleaned, and stored. They would be found in their original place in the kitchen after the fire burns down the property.

The head came right off. It was easy. It kept laughing while the eye kept gawking at me. I threw the head with that nasty eye, into the fireplace of the old man’s room. That’s when I discovered the source of the thumping. It was his bloody heart!

After all had been done, the packing of my things, the removal of any evidence indicating I’d been there, were removed. It was twilight. On one side of the house the Sun was rising. On the other side it was still as twelve o’clock midnight. The damned thumping heart was in my hands when a knock came upon the main door of the mansion. It was a loud demanding and pounding knock. I froze with fright. Who was there? What was I to do with these remaining body parts? I turned to see the headless body. It was gone…again! It disappeared. I must have been dreaming. I think I was not! The thumping heart remained in my hands, dripping and oozing fresh crimson blood. The bell on the outside of the main door rang with insistence. It rang in the same demanding manner as the knock upon the door. I jumped from the freshly made old man’s bed and threw back the replacement rug, exposing the three planks in the floor. In it, the hiding place, I dropped the old man’s loudly and violently thumping heart.

The beating did not stop. The pounding upon the door grew louder and more demanding. I did believe that I heard voices shouting and ordering the opening of the door, forthwith!

It seemed like hours had passed while I stood still, very still. I remembered the slight planning of this horrible deed. I should have taken more time at that stage.

In my mind’s ear, I heard a groan, a slight groan. Along with the groan came ice cold dread and mortal terror. How would I pay for this crime…this sin? I heard another groan, a slight groan. It was not the groan of pain, suffering, or grief; no it was not. It was the low pitched, though rising, sound that comes from the bottom of the soul and supercharged with awe. I was momentarily distracted with these memories of the event. That sound has taken me away at many a midnight dream. When the whole world was sleeping, I did not.

Welled up in my bosom, the weight of deepened dreadful echoes of terror kept me awake. The drink…the drink of the spirits, brewery, or the fluid yield of the vine was all that was needed to quell the storm that keeps me from sleep.

I knew how the old man felt. I did observe him closely at the church this morning. I had the strangest feeling that he knew what I was thinking, what I was planning. I think he knew it well. I didn’t know whether to pity him or not.

That murdering night, he looked at me. Sitting in his bed, he looked at me with that accursed eye. And the thump, thump, thump, and bumpity heart pounded in my head til it hurt. He laughed. He is laughing at me still; that hideous satanic laugh. He had indeed attempted to comfort himself with several suppositions.

“It was just a mouse scampering across the floor, it was just the wind blowing the chimes, or that of a timid cricket, chirping his nightly music.”

In vain they all had been, because death approached him quickly. He had seen the black shadow before me, somehow. Was time standing still? I could not take from my sight the hideously distinctive dull blue veil over that evil vulture’s eye. It sent ripples and currents of chills through the very marrow of my bones.

I could remove from my hearing the awful thumping, thumping, and bumpity thump of that dreadful heart; the heart of which I was standing over. It bumped and thumped underfoot, beneath the planks. I didn’t have time to wrap it. I didn’t have time to wash my hands. Upon opening mu eyes, I did expect to see the headless body of the old man upon the bed. I did not see him. I did not see the blood on my hands as they reached for the lock on the front door. Was I blind? Was I imagining all this? Yes, it had to be a drunken dream. Am I, have I gone completely mad?

The pounding suddenly and abruptly stopped. It was completely silent. It seemed, in a distance, I could hear voices. The voices sounded as if one were standing in a tunnel or a vast train station with the echoing of hundreds of thousands of voices speaking all at once. Then it came. It came up from the voices. It began to separate, to single out from amongst them. The laughter grew closer and louder. It was familiar to me, to my dreams. I was afraid, very afraid.

I felt as if I were standing on a cloud. I suddenly felt light-weighted, very light-weighted. The laughter grew to a thundering pitch. It was very close to me. It was all around me. The distant voices weren’t distant any longer. They too, were all around me, but where? The face that I had seen more than several times was stating me in the face. It began to smile, and it began to laugh. Yes, that was it…the repulsively vile and evil laugh of the smiling man!

He stood fully in front of me, taller than I. He waved one arm and produced the thumping heart. It was larger than recollection. In the other hand, he held the head of the old man. It also laughed. It laughed with its eyes closed. I closed mine and found that I could not. I saw it. I saw the old man open his ugly eyes! Of the two horrible orbs was that dull blue and hideously veiled evil eye of a vulture that chilled the very marrow of my bones, again and again. The smiling man looked down, right underfoot, the floor did open. It opened into a massive fiery pit of yellowish red and black glowing beings that appeared to be human forms – human beings. They were clambering and clawing at one another in fits of agony and painful gyrations of obtaining freedom. It was all vividly seen, right underfoot. The laughter, the crying, the pounding thumps, and the brilliant light did take away, drive me insanely out of my senses…completely out of my mind.

Three men entered when the street door opened. They introduced themselves authoritatively as policemen. One of them spoke and said, “Someone, a neighbor heard a shriek in the night. They were aroused by suspicions of foul play. They did telephone the station while another arrived in person. Several patrons at the pub also reported the possibility of misdeeds at these premises prompting us to investigate.”

This statement was reported after I’d asked the reason for their visit.

“The shriek was mine officers.” I replied. “I was having a series of bad dreams during the night.”

Allowing their inquisitions by welcoming them, I mentioned the old man was not at home.

“Alone in the house are ye?” The officer asked.

“Yes, the master of the house is residing at the summer residence in the countryside.” I smiled and conducted a tour of the house and grounds while leading them all about, I did my very best to lead them away from the master’s bed chamber. Once there, they scrutinized everything. They examined his valuables and moneybox. Everything was complete. I had not the time to complete my packing of the gold, silver and bonds in my packed belongings. They inquired about my packed bags. I told them that I was to join the master and the other household servants at the summer residence tomorrow.

Their interrogation appeared to be nearing its end while seated in the old man’s room. My chair, in my arrogance, was posted directly above the damned hellish heart. I smiled fervently and often. My manner, it seemed, was convincing. I answered cheerily while they rifled question after question. Familiar pieces of conversation were chatted between them. My head began to grow heavy. The pounding, though faintly low, began to thump. Laughter in the distance was eerily threatening. I looked eagerly into their eyes and faces and wondered if they could hear what I was hearing. I wished they would leave, leave now.

They continued to sit and chat. I joined in freely in an attempt to get rid of the ache of dread. I wished they would leave.

The distinctive noise of laughter and the pounding beat of that hideous heart underfoot, would simply give me away. My dulled and frightened senses could no longer distinguish the real or unreal. Where there was once a bloody headless corpse, a vulture eye laden head, and blood splattered room with the gaping hole, was the gate of hell…right there underfoot.

I was still sitting and chatting with the three interrogating policemen. How is this possible? How could this be?

I spoke more fluently and with a brightened voice. I boasted as if in a drunken state. The noise continued to grow. They heard it not. The chatted as if I was not there. I spoke louder in an attempt to overspeak the laughter of the smiling man and the pounding heart. The floor boards began to move beneath my feet. I stomped on the boards to keep them still. I smiled, almost to a fiendish grin. They talked, the laughing as loud, and the heart pounded like a drum.

They looked at me while continuing the conversation. They looked at me with an accusing stare. No, they weren’t there. Oh, but I was there. No, I wasn’t there…it wasn’t me!

They saw him…they saw the smiling man holding the head of the old man in one hand and the beating heart in the other. At his feet, right underfoot laid the headless body of the old man, and the other two corpses in their various forms of murdered remains, right underfoot. Could they not see this? It was plain enough to see… The horrible hole of hell lay right underfoot!

I remember someone saying, “If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out.”

The oily film covered vultures eye offended me and I plucked it out from the head of the old man. I did this thing right in front of the policemen…I think. I think that I was glad. I showed them the horrible film covered eye…I showed them how awful it is.

My blood ran cold. I was no longer in the old man’s room. The police were nowhere to be found. Where were they? I could not see them. I could not hear them talking.

I remember, I think, my bloody wrists in shackles. My hands and clothing were covered in red gore. My boots were covered in mud from my trek across the rain soaked back grounds of the mansion to the waiting prison wagon. I do recall many forms of investigators marching through the kitchen, barn, and stable of the old man’s property. Many different things…cutlery, and gadgets were being removed as well. They were committing a thorough search and seizure.

A tiny slither of moonlight slices the darkness through a crack in the cold slimy wall. My bed of rags and dried muddy straw lay just underfoot. Adjacent to the crack is a port sized glassless concrete window, sealed in by three iron bars that prevented escape through this particular conduit. The view from the window atop the bulwark of the prison citadel was to the left and to the right.

On the left was the silhouette of the guillotine, on the right was the view of the gallows, and above them only sky.

Justine Tisdale pondered a thought:

~”Man, Behold Thy Story – The Conqueror Worm”~

(E. A. P.)

The Devil is a real person…a real person indeed.

Til Next Time…

“The Tell Tale Heart,” Inspired by Author, Edgar Allan Poe, and “Tattletale” by Gregory V. Boulware
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The Ghost Writer Interviews – Pt. 1:
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The Ghost Writer Interviews Pt.2: “So You’ve Become An Author, Why?”:
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Pt.3 – Closing Statement – “So You’re Going Where?”
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Contemplation

Contemplation

Someone in a school class room asked, “Why do we have to have African Studies or a Black History Month? Why can’t we have an Asian, Italian, French, Jewish, Irish, Russian, Armenian, German, or Chinese history month?”
The answer that was given is… “Africans were enslaved and brought here to America in Chains! They’ve had their culture, Language, and lives ripped from them when they were snatched from their homes – they are the only group of people who were forced to come here…they did not come voluntarily to America. It was built on Free Slave Labor!”

“Across The Way”
By
Gregory V. Boulware
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The preparations were under way…

The repast was hot, delicious, and plentiful. They had all eaten to their hearts content. Their gullets were stuffed full of revelry, joy, and family. Many could not participate in such fine raiment, delicacy, or domicile – for they had none.
Many jumped up and ran for the door. Some took naps and rested from their great ordeal with the plate, spoon, and fork. They, some, prepared for the morrow’s day of work and service, while many gathered their currency, plastics, and smart phones in readiness of the day called black. Some gave thanks while others did not. Because the lived across the way.

The day celebrating the great birth was festive. Many were concerned with those who had not while many simply walked over and away – stepped over obliviously, ignored and cast away. Albeit, much of it due to invisibility and wanton chosen-selective ignorance. Unemployment rested upon pins and needles too. The session of debate, decision, and a rush for the door was their only hope. Hopes were shattered, spat on, and trashed with the traversing footfalls of the end of session escape into oblivion. Their far away domiciles were kept hidden from the masses and the media – the eye of truth, justice, and liberty for all, especially for those on this side, across the way.

Lights of brilliance and babbles squinted and stretched wide the eyes of the pious and the marveled. They ran across the way to see what sparkled next, what was less or more expensive, the best, the biggest, and brightest or the most. After the acquiring of trinkets and loot were brought back to residences of glitter and preference, brought in through doorways, windows, and chimneys, all of which is not required or afforded across the way. In a word, they ran away and denounced such things as ludicrous – the words scribed in a pretty Good Book:
“This,” saith the Lord, “learn not the way of the heathen; for the heathen are dismayed at them, for the customs of the people are vain; for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not. But, they are altogether brutish and foolish: the stock is a doctrine of vanities.”
~Jeremiah, Chp. 10~

Can you not see, o’ ye across the way?

The ball dropped and fell down the pole. They ran across the way to see… The newly entered year was seized with revel and joyous behavior. Will it be short lived? I think yes… The old and the weak stayed away from the celebration for fear of being trampled by the maddened crowd, in their attempt to get the best spot – across the way.

The people, who knew not what they do, boasted the image of Him with looks of falsehood. His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were as a flame of fire. Trojan lands were under siege.
“I know thy works, and tribulations, and poverty, but thou art rich and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are the Jews, and are not, but are the Synagogue of Satan” – although Enoch walked with God across the way.

Cain dwelt in the land of Nod, east of Eden; the earthen giants were children of angels and the human female. The daughters of man were indeed fair.

Multitudes of the unemployed held hope by the throat in strained attempts to believe the elected would, sooner or later, do the right thing – for those across the way. They were running to get across the way – in pursuit, in a foolish attempt of evading the Most High, to escape from the avenging archangel in the night, or Satan himself – to catch the naked Black Man before he could reach the safety of freedom across the way.

The ones on the other side of the aisle stretched with strained limbs, reached out with portentous contention, endeavoring to show them the light of the righteous.
“Do not leave the session now – do not leave when we are needed the most – your homes are intact and well endowed. Is it not our duty, our responsibility to see to it that all are just as secure? Is it not our charge to provide so that they can make it over there, across the way? We beseech thee, to the last just and sober soul, come back inside and live up to the honor that has been bestowed upon thee; for the people, by the people, and for the people. Even if one creed does not support the other, the colloquial destiny is one.

Cherries and fantasy enfold the living belief of life inside the liquid crystal display. Several survivors of the dinner hour sit seated eagerly awaiting their turn to contribute his or her day’s experience. Parental loving pride casts a mighty beacon throughout the land of freedom town. The totality of the union, (for the moment), superlatively overwhelms the surrounding host of despair. The lack of oneness is the ultimate sacrifice mankind has submitted – given in to Satan. His power resides in the destruction of mankind. Many are duped into the following and faith of individuality, contempt, separation, and isolation of the masses. For as long as we are not capable of understanding and communication, how can there be total cohesion, peace, and equality amongst us? In believing that one is mightier than the other, better than your God – the curse bestowed upon those who built the ‘Tower of Babel,’ falls and spreads throughout the lands of the world, across the way; allowing Satan’s victorious smile.

Gladiators of the grid iron, hoop, and diamonds of dirt, ring of passion and rope, or Olympian trials are bestowed with greatness from admiring eyes. Richness and wealth has befallen them. Who is now the master and who is to be the servant? Cold cereal, shaving razors, soda pop, and beer is presented with scantily clad light and white complected females, boasting their breasts and bottoms with pride, supported by rich green dollars of slobbering alcohol drenched, back slapping neophytes and Neanderthals. Waitresses are pinched, kissed, and slapped in the name of jest, subtlety, and lust. Giant screen television with lifelike dramatizations and alienations saturate the horde of rampaging elbow-benders galore. The reach across the way was caught by the studious husband of a flirtatious wife, even though he had completed his condemned covenant breaking rendezvous, returning from across the way.

Griping and groaning, because the snow won’t stop falling when they wanted it to. Did the snow fall purposely to mess up their day, to ruin their plans? What are the benefits of snow while you work the shovel and throw the stuff over there – across the way? Have you been sick? Had a cold? What do you think happens to the spittle found all over the sidewalks when the old dirty snow is melted, shoveled, scooped, and piled over there – across the way?
Cars, buses, trucks, trains and planes have succumbed to the wrath of the winter’s inclement onslaught. Its highways and byways smothered in white fluff and icy-cold. The trees, many of them elderly, reluctant to bearing the weight of stuff falling on them from the sky. They’ve decided and were forced to bend and break and utilize suburban houses and support poles as buffers on their way downward to restful sidewalks and grounds, there across the way.

The humans, many of highly secured and “well-to-do” means, were suddenly and abruptly denied their basic needs. Never mind the ones who’ve lived their lives continually, without the things they take for granted.
The cold winds howled and blew. It huffed and puffed and blew everything down. Water pipes froze and burst. Many wiped their dry mouths lusting with thirst, for want of a glass of water. After several days, the agony began to drive them mad – to the brink of murder. The lights were off. The TV didn’t work. The Kindle would not fire due to the dead and dying batteries. Nowhere was any convenient every day, ordinary power of any kind. Transportation was no longer an optional package of consideration for them over there, across the way.

The car started up fine, but it was of no use, no good. There were no longer available amenities for the cute little cul-de-sacs that were now pools of plight and despair, brewing a pending inevitable platform for starvation. Hot, live electric wires and power lines were untouchable, unapproachable. No more matches, paper, or firewood was available for lighting warmth in the fireplace. The gas grill was empty of propane. The charcoal grill killed a few families who didn’t wish to freeze to death in the safety of their broken, busted, and exposed homes.
One guy wondered, “What did the Indians do? Are we going to die like the pilgrim settlers, leaving the safety of the sea going vessels that carried them here to the Americas? I remember that wagon train in the western time mountains – they got stuck in hundreds of feet of snow and began to eat each other for survival. What did they use for a cook fire? Where are the Indians when you need them? They could help us survive! Please, won’t somebody tell us what to do?”
Some of the residents were fortunate enough to make the shelter circuit. Two weeks in, the repair crews were indefatigable in their dedication of restoring power to the various out of town communities.

The heavy-set Black Man, a power company supervisor, addressed the derelict destitute and depraved semi-homeless vagrants. He paid them a cordial visit, simply to reassure them, and report the power teams’ daily progress. He wanted to let them know how soon they could begin to return to their homes. But that was not to be. Savage and unjustly attacked was he. They hit him with verbal assaults from any and every direction. They wanted satisfaction now – right now.

“You are telling a damned lie! We are tired of waiting for you slow moving useless and worthless jabber jaws!”

He tried in vain to calm the people, none of which who looked like him. When he could not bring peace and control to the raucous group, he reached for his belongings that had been taken from him. They stole his lunch box, books and papers he’d brought to the meeting, and grabbed for his outer clothing. They were confiscated as well. He bolted from the room screaming into his cell phone and radio for help that would never come. Losing the radio as he made his life saving escape, the rampaging entities of the helpless suburbanites with the appearance of chalk-faced zombies, turned on and began attacking each other. They could not see eye-to-eye, they could not reason with any inkling of sanity. They came from over there, across the way.

The wind, rain, snow, and ice stopped falling – then after six hours had past, began again for twenty-four more hours. It all stopped and subsided, then left completely. It was clear that someone, something was watching them. It, Them, She, or He was watching to see how the tables had turned – how the tide has fared… The One who is The Most High, the One who sat and watched them of means – when it is all gone. He saw what they did, how they did…from over there – across the way.

Til Next Time…

“Arc of the Prophet”
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“NINETY and FIVE”
http://blackinamerica.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=243602&cid=10
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“Black Robbers”
http://club.hbcuconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=149659&cid=10

“The Colour of the Old West”
http://colouroftheoldwest.blogspot.com/

“Black American Freedom Fighters” – “What Is A Man Who Does Not Make The World Better?”
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“As The Clock Turns”
http://chocolatepagesnetwork.com/content/247789/as-the-clock-turns
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“The Black Book” – Pinterest

“SHAMAN”
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1545662-shaman-fairmount

“Arc of the Prophet”
http://arcoftheprophet.blogspot.com/
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/arc-of-the-prophet/

“Seeker of Wisdom, Truth, and Justice: BEREAN”
http://seekerofwisdomtruthandjusticeberean.blogspot.com/
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“Even a man, who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the Wolfsbane blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright.”

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“Howl Of An Angel”: ‘HALLOW II’ – Coming Real Soon…
Exclusively on ‘The Bookmarketing Network!”
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“Is Kissing My Woman In The Woods A Crime?”

Who is it that actually runs this initially intended Anglo-Protestant-Hippocratic-Puritan society of government (i.e., “We The People,” which people?) working’s that’s riddled with corruption, racism, envy, hatred, oppression and suppression? Are they truly manipulated puppets of evil intent? How many of us remember that Satan was despised and cast out from heaven? Do you remember what he supposedly said and vowed to do? You may recall the infamous line – “It is better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven?” He made no bones about his hatred for mankind. He vowed to kill or destroy every man, woman, and child of humanity – “all of them by any means necessary!”
While he usually or never has a direct physical contact with the masses, others are at the behest of his directives and desire.

‘This New Title Is Appearing Exclusively in It’s Entirety on The Bookmarketing Network!’
It’s just one of the new dynamic short-stories that will be appearing in the new and upcoming book and sequel to HALLOW!, “HALLOW II!…An Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany!”

“I’ve spoken with the man who creates that God-awful noise.”
Brother Jerome’s amicable demeanor abruptly morphed into that of a mad soothsayer. His eyes flashed with fear. His voice heaved and cracked with thunder when he responded to the self-appointed inquisitor.

“What man? There is no man other than you and the Brotherhood among us here behind the walls of this Keep!”

“I’m sorry Brother, but there is a man here…why do you lie?”

Ellington’s words were sharp and crisp. The cult leader was visibly angered. He was also guilty and quite shaken at Ellington’s accusation because there was a ring of truth within it.

“Yes Brother, there is a man, I’ve spoken with him. Now will you tell me why he is locked up in a cell in the dungeon of this castle?” David was intensely insistent on an explanation.

“A man…here? I spoke of no man! There is no man imprisoned within this Holy Place!”
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1658911-hallow-ii—howl-of-an-angel

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One story from: “Hallow II” ‘A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany’

“Howl Of An Angel”: Pt. 2 ‘The Loch of Satanus’

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost 1923~

Eddie and Isabelle were ill-greeted when the odious oaken doors opened. The six-foot nine inch Brother called ‘Lucious,’ stood directly in front of them. His stern and stoic glare created pause on the part of the invading pair.

“What do you want here?” snapped Lucious. “We have had our share of usurpers…desecrators! Go away, go home before you of the outside cause more grief, agony, and world disaster.”

“Please Brother… We have traveled long and far. It is cold and damp – we have no shelter for the night – would you turn us away? I have a young frail woman with me who is ill! Please grant us shelter for just one night?”

Brother Lucious bade them enter and immediately went into a ranting rave:

“A Protestant Physician, Casper Peucer, told of the full-blown conception of witches’ going to a Sabbat, led to the assumption of parallel gatherings of wolves.

The story was repeatedly told by demonologists with regard to ‘lycanthropy.’ The increase in trials for witchcraft at the end of the sixteenth century led people to believe a man could actually become a lycanthrope or werewolf [Germany: Wahr-Wolffe; French: Gerulf or Loup-garu; Italy: Lupo Manaro].”

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Leading them down a darkened corridor of musty aromas and candle-smoke, the Brother continued speaking, “I must tell you this because your life and the lives of all human-kind are threatened by the danger herein.”

The Brother could not disallow the need for shelter, especially on a cold, dark, and damp night such as this. The young frail woman did indeed appear to be ill, just as Eduardo described. However, the Brother vividly recalled what had happened a few short months ago. The tragic event reflected the deeds of another sick and weary traveler…one Mr. David Ellington.

“I will allow you both sanctuary, but it will come at a risk of your own. The evil one has been let loose upon the world. We of the ‘Keep’ expect his return…hopefully well-guarded by the warriors and warlords who are in the service of ‘Halle’ (Hebrew for Father/God) and not revenge seeking minions of the ‘Beelzebub.’”

“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man… But where does one begin and the other end?”

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“The Spirit of the Soul and the Death of Morals: From Whence Comest Thou?” http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18377562-the-spirit-of-the-soul-and-the-death-of-morals  

“ONE PEOPLE, ONE PLANET, and THE CHILDREN OF ONE GOD!”

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“The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals”: Whence comest thou? Paperback – Large Print, January 12, 2012

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Mr. Gregory Vernon Boulware   (Author)

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A Sample From ‘Hallow I’
‘Ultima Thule’:
is a semi-mythical place, usually an island.

Some of you who have copies of HALLOW will remember this thrilling blood and bone chilling tale of woe…

“The Pendulum Of Hades!”
“The lips of black-robed judges appeared before him. They were whiter than the sheet of this printed page.” Their lips displayed an unholy and terrible exaggeration. He saw this. His soul was spoiled…”
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