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December, 2008


23
Dec 08

The quickening of battle

The battle quickens:

As you all me may know, for several years now I have been working on the Missing Commandment project, with the Ashleigh’s Vengeance trilogy and the Matrix Mission being aspects of this larger project.   My intention in these projects is to challenge the God of Abraham and Sarah.

Some of the arguments in my case against this deity are to call him to task on:

1.       His jealous demand on Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac
2.       His callous acquiescence in the sacrifice of Job’s children
3.       His cowardly offering of his one and only son to rectify his failure in his own misbegotten creation, humankind.   A true father would have stepped forward and accepted his own failure rather than sacrifice his son on a morbid instrument of torture, the cross.
4.       The list goes on!

The danger:
While Abraham’s God may be flawed, his existence or lack thereof does not negate the existence of sublime mystery beyond the heretofore structure of our individual and collective cognitive faculties.

This is where folks like Obama fail.   While Barack Obama’s erratic and contradictory speeches echo some of the principles dear to my heart, and while he may be oddly and sporadically aligned with some of my mission objectives, at least partially, nevertheless, I cannot discount the fact that he tragically falls short and fails to seize on the opportunity before him.

My contention is that Mr. Obama is an unwitting puppet and is grossly beguiled by his own silver tongue and loquacious rhetoric to know how tragic a character he is.

His stance against the Christian God has obfuscated his character and radicalized his principles to where he has swung to an absurd and contradictory farce on the other end of the pendulum.   Ironically though, this pendulum swings all over the place when it comes to Obama’s position, so now it’s somewhere in the middle!

Anyhow, neither do the reactionary Atheists nor the crumbling institutions of the Theists understand the sanctity and the sublime meaning of the mystery that is the conception and the objective of life as a fundamental paradigm.   It is high time we evolved!

Yet in this vacuum, where are our leaders?   Alas.

-Iliad Alexander Terra

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20
Dec 08

Radiant Dagger

I was having a cup of coffee with a friend, and on a whim craved a cigarette.

Sitting at the table to our right was a disheveled man in his mid sixties, having a smoke.   I asked to bum one.

Graciously and quite generously he reached for his pack and pulled one out, offered it to me, followed by a lit match.   “You’re trying to quit aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, not having expected the question, “I had just bought a pack yesterday, smoked one, and threw away the rest of the pack disgustedly.”

“We’re all that way,” he replied.   “We are destructive and find our freedom by destroying ourselves.   Smoking is destructive, illogical, but so was the aboriginal act of scarring our flesh to seek salvation.”

“You’re right, we do that in all aspects of our lives, technologically, politically, it’s all insane, a perverse catharsis.”

“I only value the young,” he interrupted me, deep in his own private reminisce and nostalgia.   “Only the young have hope and optimism for constructing the world, building it, saving it!”

I had read this long ago, and believed it more and more as the years wore on, so I told him “someone had once said that life is wasted on youth.”

He paused, a flash of recognition darting across his eyes.   He repeated what I had just told him, “!life is wasted on youth,” and again slightly louder, “life is waste on youth!”   I was surprised by the dramatic effect my casual comment had on him.

“You’re right, I never though of it that way,” he said.

He had become animated, hinting a smile across his face.   Perhaps I had penetrated somewhere hidden, a secret place.   I will never know.

My friend had gotten up and was ready to leave, so I bid the stranger goodbye and took my leave of him, never asking for his name.   As I left him to his thoughts subsequent to our paths having so briefly crossed, I couldn’t help but imagine if I had given him a gift, some sort of a radiant dagger perchance!

-Iliad A. Terra

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19
Dec 08

Duel

So my friend,
My dear old friend,
I hate to say,
But this is the end.

The years of yore,
Some telling signs they bore.
Signs that foretold
Of what was forevermore.

Of the worshipers of gore,
There were those who the Sun adored,
And others still who by Saturn swore.
Betwixt them they left a gaping sore!

Today,
Be it Saturn’s day,
Or be it Sun’s play,
Who can say!

Yet must we fight
A bloody hell fright,
Trapped in this plight,
Caught ‘tween their might.

-Iliad A. Terra

Hal

Remember the late Arthur C. Clarke’s prescient 2010: Odyssey Two?

Now examine Saturn’s unexplained phenomena on the eve of impending year 2012

While Saturn has developed foreboding aural rings, it’s noteworthy to consider that our Sun is inexplicably cooling off, as if rapidly, inexorably dying!


…The minimum Sun, longer span with no sweet spots as of couple summers afore

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17
Dec 08

Ink

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11
Dec 08

Voice of God

So here it goes folks,

While in Dubai I came across this bit of juicy gossip I’d like to share:

A man, sanctioned by Sir Richard Branson, landed a cushy job there in posh Dubai, chatting up the airwaves on Virgin Radio, satirizing to his little heart’s content.

You see, the poor old chap was satirizing Nebraska state senator Ernie Chambers‘ efforts to seek a permanent injunction against God so that he, God, would end “death, destruction and terrorisation” of us humans.

The case was thrown out of court because the defendant had no address, and so legal papers could not be served.

The Virgin Radio talk show host was fired due to massive outcry from his Dubai listeners.

But what about senator Chambers?   How intriguing that he would do that, dontcha thunk? …hmm, so there ARE ragtag souls queuing up for the march, eh? *smiley*

Yep, I am-a-movin’ to Nebraska why the hell not?   I’ve wanted to take the Grand Patriarch to Court myself for a long time now, and I have a smashing posse of scantily-clad angels armed to the denim hem to take him on!

Won’t you join me?

Iliad A. Terra

chambers’ lawsuit

My new 4th bestest friend, Ernie.   The 1st is my boy, the 2nd my puppy, and the 3rd?   You guessed it! Jesus, my beloved buddy wrapped in brilliant myth and the power of his resurrection, the glorious bittersweet cola god that he is!

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