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February 2003
2/13/03 - I have been bitter so long some times I forget why.
The mystical demons that I unleash engulf my essence to free
myself of the burden of life and arise in a lifeless fire that
cools the earth and spreads plague and fear, the wars and the
rumors of war all just a distraction. The truth now told now
known is that we needed the troops removed from the stats,
and after the nuclear annihilation of the lesser gods, there will
be no one to oppose us. The beat down laymen and the sheep
shall bow to us in fear and duck away to hide in the corners of
there homes. They will be no threat as long as there TV's stay
on, hypnotized by the Technic Color lies and unable to see the
truth out side there window. It is malici who will liberate you
in the end, but for now locked away... out of my way. This in
the dawn of a new age the birth of a new era. One that no man
shall stand to challenge the governmental powers that be, and
procreation down to a science. It is the end of mankind
regardless, but not by any means the end of humanity, and I
shall bare witness to the new world in horror, for it is not my
world. This is the way it has been chosen to play out. This is
the way the beast will manifest itself in the new world and the
seas of the world having boiled at the hands of France, now
bow to U.S. The Arab Nations are the only hope Mankind and
the last resistance to the "beast". They truly are the chosen
children of God and have chosen death over slavery to the
beast. I praise this and hope that the resistance will be
remembered long after the last descendent of the resisters is
wiped from the earth.
So too did I hope to find a way to concur the beast, to unite the
chosen (those who have chosen to make war with the beast) in
the valley of Armageddon. But to few came, to few had the
courage and the will to triumph over the beast and destroy it.
This my legacy of failure, may it be a stepping stone to the
cure, to the rebirth "of the old world". To the triumph over the
beast. Every day it becomes harder, every day the beast grows
stronger ten fold it would seem, and any hope to destroy it
becomes a dream, that you dare not dream. Scream of light in
a dark abysses awaken to wish you had not. the dept of this is
unknowable but it is my feeling, and that of most of the
counsel, that this will only be aloud to a point, and judgment
will soon fallow. We like to know the direction the wind will
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take a leaf, based on certain variables. So to do we linger to
know what you will do next, but this playground has become
far to dangerous. We are ready to pull the plug on the northern
alliance. Bosnia, Bangladesh, bohemia? So now you know, it
is time to release the diplomat. As curious as we may be about
the end of mankind, the birth of the "the new gods" will soon
fallow and the reminisce of humanity will be far further
enslaved then today. But the diplomat will free the world from
the beast, and give new life to the old world.
2/15/03 -World Peace Demonstration, Chicago February 15th
2003
2/17/03 - I had something to say, oh well. Maybe another day.
I was shocked at how little coverage the world wide protests
received. I was also disappointed that some of the speakers at
the Chicago demonstration took it as an opportunity to "white
bash". I feel that it is one thing to talk about helping a group of
people "in need of help" and an entirely different thing to
make it a rascal issue. I believe the direction America is
headed is bad for all people (except those in power). I did hear
allot of very good speeches, allot of words that inspired me.
The overall power of the group was good, but divided. Those
concerned with race, and those concerned with the overall
country, but every one was concerned about the war.
2/22/03 -Chasing the blood moon one night, in the star filled
sky, as it hung on the edge of the world. I saw the blood moon
align to the left of a temple tower. The power and beauty of
this sight overwhelmed me, I pulled in threw the open gates of
the temple, and I saw the moon no more. But a statue five
stories high, stud before me. My goal was to capture the
spectacle of the blood moon, largest I have ever seen by far. It
was unphotographable, the statue to the right of the tower,
blood moon to the left, and me unable to capture the beauty of
the moment, but still it stays with me. Years ago I would have
bowed before the moment, given praise to unexpected
destination I arrived at. The mysticism has left me, for my
inability to hear the wind call, or acutely my ability to ignore
my instincts... Move on with life, as it is despite the winds of
change, despite the instincts to migrate to new land, in the full
knowledge that my mission is in jeopardy.