Radiant Daggers

a fanciful map created by Kc4 and modified by me, but you fill in the blanks...

Well, we’ve been telling you,

Hinting, winking, even hoodwinking you…

Don’t tell a lie, we’ve been preparing you, we the lunatic fringe, the insane outcasts of your polished world, we have been telling you…

The world, if you want to call it that, for it is not more than a superfluous rash, is about to flare up into a nasty and fatally-flawed-yet-irrelevant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things hemorrhoid in the summer heat…  Only the fire guardians will keep the beat.

Iran has been fomented into the much anticipated NWO campaign of consolidation…  Summer of hell is about to hit the fan!  so buckle up…

This will be a bumpy ride, but don’t complain that we haven’t been telling you!

Pissing Pieces of Peace with Sweet Pees, we’ve been telling you…

But Wait!

If the masses of malleable automatons storming the streets of Tehran are not sufficient to stir the blood bath, here’s an emotionally stirring piece of propag to get our boys over there…and the gunships ablaze, Metallica blasting through the headphones amid the prancing cavalcade of M1 Abrams…  Oh how very epic! …and the films that would be scored, the heroes that would be carved under the penmanship of dreamers…

How the engine churns the same with every generation afoot, marching to the tune of puppeteers, of soulless traitors of hope…

So believe in your caricatures, in your made-up inculcated fantasy…  You’ve been spoon-fed a world of ghosts populating the catacombs where your late-departed soul once gleamed — yeah that dead memory tethered to the crevices of your flesh – a prisoner in your drifting corpse…

Just listen to the music, just listen to it move you to send your sons to that glory’s cry:  The Stoning…

Guardian of fire, smith of Radiant Daggers fashioned from the ore of yore,
-Iliad Alexnader Terra

Rachel McAdams starring in State of Play

Thought I’d point out two recent films on the screens with very clever disinformation strategies that leave the viewer wanting for answers, that is if he has questions in the first instance…

The first film is State of Play with Russell Crowe, Rachel McAdams and Ben Affleck, a suspense spoof filmed here in DC.

In a nutshell, aside from its horrendous camerawork and budgetary problems, the film deals a glaring sleight of hand, which once detected is inexcusably inept and so lacking in conscience only a reptilian mind would find palatable.

While the film starts by touching on corporate conspiracies, it goes on to blatantly ridicule any such notion as preposterous and ends the story with, yet again, a lone crazy despot and the formulaic corrupt politician!  But in a stifling omission, it never resolves the more sinister and global ramifications of the original allegations of corporate fraud…

In other words the subtext is:

“dontcha know, the corporations never ever commit fraud or engage in deception?  If you so much as even suspect the power structure as colluding to deceive you, then you must be wearing a tinfoil hat and…

But go ahead and pursue your paranoid delusions, in the end you will no doubt find that it’s the lone kook, and we’ll have to just tell you that ‘we told ya so!’  See?

The thought that ‘We The Rulers’ and business elite do not have your best interest in mind as we go through our grueling ivy league schools and tenaciously pursue our privileged careers is an insult to the eternally noble act of charity we the elite have vowed our illuminated lives toward.  We are selfless and benevolent caretakers of your otherwise miserably failed lives; we love you so even as you mistrust us…”

So the state of play really refers to you, the hapless consumer of propaganda, being played for all you got!

The second film is Earth by Disney – next blog right below!

Peace,
-Iliad Terra

The other night, after almost seven years I finally dreamt about my father again.

The last time I had dreamt of him was right after he had just passed away.

…In that dream so long ago I had found him in an abandoned and surreal hospital, as if it were a painting by Giorgio de Chirico, cast in a late afternoon light.  He was on a stainless steel pathology gurney draped over by a white sheet.  As I approached him, he sat up with a kind smile and assured me that he was fine, that he did not suffer any longer, and that he was in a much better place…

That was the last I saw him, that is … until two nights ago.

…He appeared in my recent dream at the end of a long and convoluted story, most of which I cannot recall.  It was a brief visit, and soon afterwords I awoke, fully cognizant that he had made contact with me.  As the rest of the dream quickly evaporated into the ether of my unconscious, I held on to the last bit where he spoke to me.

…He emerged through the layers of my dream only to name four books for me to read, two of which I forgot as soon as I awoke.  And then he faded back into the folds.  Of the two remaining books, one was called Rain, and the other The Trees Fall Off The Leaves.  …The trees fall off the leaves?

And so it begins, my journey to where trees fall off the leaves, to where a nation collapses beneath its people, to where a leaf learns to fly…

Anyhow, for something worth flying for, here’s the indomitable Aly about to wield the radiant dagger…

Aly getting ready to ask a hard question...

-Iliad Alexander Terra