The Emerging Silhouette of Darkness

Our Heavenly Father, in His wisdom, has risen up unwitting servants to the cause of human freedom in the house of plenty, ones seeking not first to serve the needs of the true master of the abode, but those of their own ambition. For in them desire harbors, covert, concealed amidst the daily chores, once to mastership of the house. In the interim a second master, themselves do they serve, thence to devour and dissipate the precious stores, the very object of their stewardship. Grasping two handed from the larder that by assumption theirs but for formality, placing undistinguished among their own treasure the contents of the household coffer, aspersing in ill pilferage even the loyal. With the improper and infrugal drain exposed as naked pillage and boosted loot dispersed, cupboard and coffers now bare, the ends of their ambition are clear and undisguised. What have they now purchased with their booty but inevitable if not swift discharge? Have they not brought decline to their benefactor, and placed hostage their own shelter as well? Herein unbeknownst a third master they have also served, betraying by neglect and contempt of the first their service to the latter. With whispered commands and enticements from the shadows this sub rosa employer subordinates, and directs his hireling dupes, becoming paymaster of their covet in the coin of promise. Furtive and invisible, known only by the subliminal work of his subverted wards, slowly from within unfolds he his plan, goading onward each the other to possess the purses of deceit. His presence an indistinct yet unmistakable silhouette cast most dimly from his lightless world upon a screen of concealment. His aim met, to purchase on the cheap a house distressed, and place to labor the homeless servant, now slave. But in selling his cloak of unearned indulgence, the humbled servant is forced to tread with unshod feet on a more prudent path, and with harsh elements his only mantle, must find his keep in more humble effort.

A Man for All Reasons

Bonaparte self crowned declared the hereditary empire his, and Hister sought in guise of party to remove all fetters of term. Oh, how life changes and how all must adjust and conform. The House of Ceanothus in stunted arborescence producing now barren drupe has even the Prince of Darkness atilt. Though the regressive experience by logic extinguishes all optimism, darkness seems undeterred by such futility, and even now, the lightless nursery sprouts the wicked seed. Thus reanimates son of Cain to slay the able anew, prepares Piad’s catechument ear, and plays consigliere to everyman. What delusion awaits to replace the aphasic shrub and foist afresh a cynical retinue. Woe if empire’s prize sinecure be in fairness won, drawn from such inbred coterie. The boy king to his fault founded power on deceit and patronymy, bent his ear to false gods and made alien his Creator. Begat in the greater part of this devilment naught but shattered nations, leaving prospected the lesser more desperate balance of tenure. Cast aside the authors of the republic to turn the civil enterprise to gilded gain, thereby idle for a season the hand of providence. Do we now awake from our stupor with humility dearly bought, only to fall upon yet another pit? If we fail to parry Satan’s latest mortmain offering, perchance we may seat an even greater monster that suffers not from the handicap of illegitimacy.

Thrones of Lesser Chairs

The Antichrist is not so much one bad apple lodged in the grey matter of the Resident in Chief, but conjunctively a widespread and concerted assault on the major institutions of our civilization. These institutions have grown to virtual empires each ruled by a single supreme authority, though rarely are these authorities vested by the outcome of populist suffrage. Aside the political seats of power, equally pertinent thrones and chairs exist that speak to the ecclesiastical and financial foci of mankind, as do respectively lesser chairs occupied by pillars of science and education, kingpins of crime, and withal, numerous others a belabored and inclusive list might mention. These chairs all potentially become dispersed battlefronts in the theater of intellectual misinformation, part of an entrenched axis of deception of global extent. The masters and movers of the establishment, the voices of institutional authority, even wickedness in high places, naught but earthly wards and dupes, have fixed upon them constant loiterers, armies of iniquous sentinels to forefend wisdom’s intrusion. On science’s mightiest chair is settled a man of atheist conviction, of worldly esteem, but here invidiously regarded, the champion of a hollow scientific philosophy wherein nature serves duty as its own Creator. A blinkered and specious theory that enjoys uncritical acceptance among establishment scientists, insidiously inculcated upon our children as fact. The ‘Big Bang Theory of Cosmic Expansion’ a falsified and feeble mirage refracted from the impulse of frequent repetition, a groundless supposition naught but devil’s artifice to contrive in the minds of men the absence of a Creative Spirit. Newton’s Chair has now the Creator decreased to a mindless robotic principle, a non-loving, non-thinking, non-being, non-person. The esteemed Lucasian chair, of late a chariot, meliorates a debilitating physical condition of its occupant, an unrequested but nonetheless useful garner of sympathy from an adulatory public. Though no affectation, such circumstance has nevertheless proved a fortuitous strike that exploits pathos and pity to lend entirely unmerited credibility to this theory. However, a professed unbelief in God avails naught to isolate such a figure from a lurid practical interest his worth and value as a singular instrument in a massive scientific swindle might evoke. His Post is the pinnacle of academic authority, the sacerdotal guardian and interpreter of the incomprehensible labyrinth of higher mathematics and astrophysics, and therefore carries with it the ear of the world. He in particular is an ideal vessel for dissemination of disinformation because his iconic status and physical predicament make criticism of his work a sacrilegious act of profanation. This most unhappy incidence of dark fortune automatically assures his candidacy as the object and aim of the ambitions and purposes of the denizens of dim empire.

A Harvest of Dolor

If only it were true that the target of peccant affection were limited to the Executive, and the balance of humanity spared, and left in a state of uncorrupted venal purity, for then the puppet antics of a preposterous unitary might be sensibly viewed as a temporary and even humorous episode. Unfortunately, reality is otherwise, as the pollutions run wide and deep, even to the very heart of saints. Any man complacent in his purity and innocence already stands with one foot in Hell, as all men are imperfect and deluded in degree. Rank, or yet better said rankness, has its privileges, and of foremost ambivalence are the blessings of worldly power. Herein the beggar finds salvation in misfortune, and the prince in fortune a curse, wherewith the crown traffics with the jeopardy of evil’s covet, and incuriosity greets the lot of the pauper and the saint. But in the great sweep from favor to disfavor serve leagues of obsequious antichrist aspirants matriculating to power and influence, willingly in perpetration of psychological mischief, mayhem and revelry. Cherished in affection are those that suckle on the teat of the public pendent, an ever expanding and ravenous litter, from whose inveterate feeders are harvested the rich produce of the dole, the sycophant, the truckler and the fawner. Upon this dolor the dark emerging masters hone their persuasive and dissuasive skills, become versed in sophistry and subterfuge, accomplished in civil intercourse, couched now in the balm and soothe of affability. Heaven spare us, that we have so lowered ourselves to be their equal. How unconvincingly one argues the reality and presence of these hidden legions of shameless chameleons when the voices heard are calm, reasonable and whose mannerisms now mimic the unfortunate mark. The looming massive delusion will be facilitated by this baleful gather that has evolved to be self controlled and even knowledgeable, such glib menace the more powerful since it today secretes behind the comportment of the modern man.