“If you believe in truth, you are delusional!”

If you believe in truth, you are delusional! Thus, as things became even more extreme, and relativism spread from ‘values’ to truth itself, we increasingly began to see the crazed spectacle of Professors of Psychiatry ‘scientifically’ labelling everyone who simply happens to have different beliefs from themselves as ‘sick’ and ‘delusional’i.e. meaning they have a ‘fixed false belief’… while their presitigious, highly rewarded colleagues in the Humanities, Philosophy or Literary Studies department loudly proclaim there is ‘no truth, only interpretations’! No doubt somewhere or other, the two doctrines have been combined and solidified in the very same individuals such that if you still believe in ‘truth’, you are delusional, i.e. you have a fixed ‘false’ belief and require urgent ‘treatment’! Pretty deranged, eh?

Truth as the best healer. Real truth saves lives; real truth works better than any pill.

What am I?

What Am I?

Am I ‘mentally ill’? Am I a significant minor philosopher of madness? Am I a partially functioning victim of dreadful, life-changing iatrogenesis? Am I an average, ordinary welfare scrounger who happens to write bad, yet somehow prize-winning poetry? Am I Dionysus the Crucified, joyous mad proto-type of the adorable Savior ? Am I old desert-dwelling Set, father of darkness and chaos? Am I a distant descendant of that proud old tax-collector, St. Matthew? Or a cousin of dear old Anton Lavey? Am I a terrible, fanciful narcissist? Am I devout, self-sacrificing campaigner for human rights, putting my own neck and freedom on the line? Am I just a bored, cynical, romantic, (none too) cunning old scribbler of words and would-be money-maker? Am I just someone who likes to imbue his plots and poems with big, colorful, archetypal tropes? 

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.

— Michel Foucault

“I am becoming” — Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails


Christmas Message To A Once Great Britain (From The Holy Fool)

I had been hoping to speak to you today about saving Europe.

“The night is darkest right before the dawn”, they say.

But, I can see… that is not going to happen. What with these ‘medications’ these past 12 or so years, I still can’t even look at the camera, let alone make an epoch changing speech.

As The U.N. Migration Act arrives, as the Asia Bibi case reared its ugly head, as Hate Speech Laws become more and more openly insane and humorlessly, bald-facedly brutal and misanthropic.. and stating-the-obvious is decried everywhere as ‘racism’ and ‘bigotry’,… as the organized rape continues across the country… as the ideological and chemical brainwashing and stupefying of our young accelerates, and our own little boys and girls are forced to forget which one of the two they are… as infant genital mutilation, both in its already well-loved male and now new ‘fashionable’ female varieties becomes increasingly popular… as the bloodshed increases in London and our other cities, attacks on us Jews especially become more prevalent, and, as if to add insult to injury, as even our puny, pathetic excuses for ‘philosophy’ departments are quietly erased… all the while the public sits back and does nothing with not a single major commentator or political party calling for any imminent, radical action (except perhaps to instate the Sharia into domestic Law)… With the time never being so ripe for change, with our rulers only further cementing their stranglehold on power and having already virtually closed the deal – and yet still no sign of anything, any clear uprising – its clear that we’d need a veritable Second Coming to save us now. So, pack up your bags, while you still can, and fly, fly, fly far, far away…. To America, to Israel, to Russia, or to Poland. Perhaps there you will survive a few more decades. Guard your freedom vigilantly this time. Never suck up to authority, it will only get you in a worse mess. Do not allow them to drug up yourself or your children (though I don’t suppose one can much stop them, much of the time).

Don’t worry, if its any consolation the ones who did this to us (including yourselves) will not last long themselves either. They will be enslaved and destroyed by the same system they set in motion out of greed, cowardice, resentment and rank stupidity. They will not remain ‘above the fray’ for long. The same drudgery they have inflicted on others will be returned upon their own children, x10. You can be sure of that.

Only the very few at the top of the new Egyptian pyramid already mostly formed stand a chance, those who will have first access to the new technologies; technologies that will render the rest of us totally obsolete and therefore obliterated. With all the environmental crisis that the planet is undergoing, we shouldn’t mourn the eradication of over 99.9% of humanity too much. Those who remain may have a chance to build something worthwhile on the ruins. Let us demonstrate, in our death throes, at last the noble transcendence of the petty egoism which got us in this situation by embracing what is to come and praying for a better outcome in that not-so-distant future for those few who remain, even though none of us will be among them. Besides, it is probably no better than we deserve. This is no worse than we ourselves treat the ‘lesser’ animals, who also feel great pain.

For the record though, the so-called ‘white race’ did not create slavery; they merely were the first and only ones to abolish it. Now, we are so obliging, ‘we’ re-introduce it: Back by popular demand! 21st century technological slavery, total chemical, ideological and electronic subjugation of the personality. Have your fill, folks. You voted for it. 🙂

The most dignified expression of which we are still now capable of is ‘Thank you, Master’. Let us humbly request the protection, the dignity, the security of having our servitude recognized, at least, so they don’t suspect that we are dupes as well, treating us with double the hatred and scorn of ordinary, respectable, legally recognized chattel, and all the added unpleasantness and artificiality in personal relations such hypocrisy and self-delusion creates.

Let us still be grateful that we had this chance to exist at all.

A small, bubble of life in a vast, echoing ocean of Nothingness. (Almost like how we used to feel about our own country! 😛 Remember those good old days??? They don’t seem so bad now, do they?… They don’t seem quite so intolerably ‘racist’ and stiflingly ‘homophobic’, now, do they?)

Let us make an effort to truly exist and become conscious of our existence as much as we can, while it lasts.

The fact that it will not last, just makes it that much more precious, beautifully fragile and touching; its finitude beckons us to care for and love one another with the infinite poignancy of mortal beings for one another. Furthermore, in our poverty and abject desperation for this world, we become closer to God and to… the next world. If Jesus was still here today (and hadn’t been butchered by those violent ideological and religious fanatics… some things never do change. 😉 ) , I think perhaps that is what he would like us to dwell on, (while we tuck in merrily to those ‘lesser’ animals I mentioned– totally kosher, totally halal — totally industrialized 1st Century B.C.murderous mayhem, now with an edgy high-tech, digital age twist).

Mad (‘Miracles A Dozen’) blessings to all.

***Disclaimer: The author is a mere mad poet, he cares little for politics or petty religious, tribal squabbles, seeking where at all possible only to subdue (or better yet avoid them in the first place) rather than further inflame them. But, refusing to acknowledge they exist, so far from alleviating them, is tantamount — nay, it is actually the surest way — to promoting them… just as any two year old could tell you, the surest way to making him miserable is to pretend he doesn’t exist — neglect, let alone active repression, are far more effective ways to stoking rage and hidden seething, occasionally bursting out in huge ‘fits of hate’, rather than having the ‘adult’ setting the tone for a more open and tolerant environment based upon the higher, more authentic respect of mutual and self critique in which differences are worked out more rationally, healthily and enjoyably — a lesson for mothers, ‘Daycare Centres’, schools and States everywhere! You see, if those ‘lesser animals’ could communicate better with us and ‘hatefully’ stand up and tell us how much suffering we’re inflicting upon them, we’d probably have a less ‘hateful’ (i.e. overtly murderous) attitude to them, too. While one isolated act of speech may provoke annoyance in others, a general culture of freedom of speech tends to dramatically reduce anti-social acts and feelings and is the pre-requisite of social, moral and even scientific progress. Letting someone else speak costs you nothing, while to forcibly prohibit them from doing so amounts to saying they have nothing worthwhile to add on a subject, since you already know everything on it; which is the extremity of hateful arrogance and bigotry and testament either to your own inability to control your own emotions, dupish presumption, and/or desire to exploit others without anyone calling you out on it.***

The Love Story Of Layla and Majnun

“Their friends gazed down, toiled daily at their books,
but they had other ways of learning
Love’s grammar in the other’s looks,
one glance became their grade from passion’s burning.
Their learning deepened through love’s spell,
writing notes that spoke of love’s caress.
Others learned to count, but love taught well,
that nothing ever counts but tenderness.”


— “Quas and Layla fall in love”, The Fire Of love: The Love Story Of Layla and Majnun

Autobiography of values as requisite.

To counter-act the tide of artificial, false pretenses to expert, scientific ‘objectivity’, and the docile, herd-like conformity that actually entails within social science, within the healing professions, and within society a whole, I propose that a personal account of one’s life-story, focusing on how one came to arrive at one’s central, integral values, become a standard for all such careers. This would be a move towards bolstering the development of personality and character throughout society, preventing people from hiding entirely behind their professional veneers, and presencing the real-lived experience and actual, rather than false selves, of individuals. I don’t propose this merely as a helpful task for the ‘professional’ on the way to qualifying, but as a central piece that he must present to his or her clients/patients. A kind of C.V., but, as I say, with the focus on HOW HE CAME TO HIS CENTRAL CONVICTIONS ABOUT LIFE

Harm, punish, or ‘treat’. If you harm, punish or ‘treat’ an bad man, he might just re-consider his wicked ways; but if you harm, punish or ‘treat’ a good one, he is often liable or prone to re-consider his good ways.

Jung On Madness

“Be silent and listen: have you recognized your madness and do you admit it? Have you noticed that all your foundations are completely mired in madness? Do you not want to recognize your madness and welcome it in a friendly manner? You wanted to accept everything. So accept madness too. Let the light of your madness shine, and it will suddenly dawn on you. Madness is not to be despised and not to be feared, but instead you should give it life…If you want to find paths, you should also not spurn madness, since it makes up such a great part of your nature…Be glad that you can recognize it, for you will thus avoid becoming its victim. Madness is a special form of the spirit and clings to all teachings and philosophies, but even more to daily life, since life itself is full of craziness and at bottom utterly illogical. Man strives toward reason only so that he can make rules for himself. Life itself has no rules. That is its mystery and its unknown law. What you call knowledge is an attempt to impose something comprehensible on life.” 

― C. G. Jung, “The Red Book: A Reader”

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St. Mike McDonah ( poem about a kind community nurse)

St. Michael has grown wise and kind in his dotage.

He now takes pity on other fallen angels,

Nursing them back to a semblance

Of their former splendour.

God has grown merciful on him, too,

Relaxing and allaying some of his former Hells,

To which he was once sentenced for Eternity,

Merely for the crime of being himself.

Thus, he too is more merciful upon others —

As are they.

Is this a test? Is there tribulation still to come?

Or is he truly forgiven ?

Because now there is love again,

With no further need for correction:

Let us all be forgiven. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1986974324/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_taft_p1_i0