Do You Believe in Dragons?

As I assume the answer to the posted question is a stout "no." I will follow that with, "WHY NOT?" What is that is so hard to believe? There is enough anecdotal evidence surrounding the Sasquatch mystery that there is an entire community of millions of people who take that particular search seriously; then why is there not someone who takes seriously the notion of a living dragon? There is plentiful anecdotal evidence to support a reasonable investigation beyond medieval history, but I'm not here to present that evidence.

Is it truly a wonderful world we live in when the sense of wonder that comes along with things that aren't entirely mundane is instantly suppressed and punished even as children? For the past hundred or so years there has been a deep worship of what we call "Science" that has evolved to a sickening strength and devotion that pummels to a beaten and bruised state the things that we COULD know about if we actually pursued the proper definition of the word "science" and tried to truly figure the why of things; "why did they believe in fearies" and "why did they think this or that?" In my honest and sincere opinion I think it is terrifyingly ignorant and crimson to think that the entirety of the human population, until now, has been suffering from some mass delusion that has spawned entirely from irrational fears and superstitions and subconscious psychological processes--terrifyingly. Simply because the math works out in a number of instances does not mean we really know what is going on in this world, and simply because we cannot see things anymore with our own eyes does not mean that it never existed in the first place. People in times past, and in certain parts of the world today, saw, and see, things that the modern paradigm would exceedingly quickly dismiss as imagined nonsense or the effect of a chemical imbalance in the brain.

I am very skeptical. I am skeptical towards the modern scientific paradigm as much as I am towards the paranormal--or what have you--and this is exactly why I do not, and cannot, discount the things  like giants, dragons, gargoyles, Sasquatch, faeries, elves, and gnomes. To me, mathematical evidence is moot when it still utterly fails to provide a simple (or even complex, for that matter) explanation for, or even an understanding of the basic mechanics of things like gravity, the week force, electromagnetism, and so on. If you, dear reader, can explain these things to me then shoot; I've read my share of theoretical physics and quantum mechanics books and have concluded an inconclusive answer to my questions. Because of this I have to still take into account the anecdotal evidence--things people have seen and experienced with first-hand accounts--and I have to take it seriously, and I think much of the world needs to start doing the same before things really hit the proverbial fan and the realization the world was wrong comes too late for redemption.

On that note, let me share a story with you.

I was out near Oak Creek, Arizona, mountain biking with a friend of mine just below Chicken point as the sun of a November morning was shining its early rays over the tall rocks and the edge of the Colorado Plateau. Stopping to take a breather, happenstance had it that I would glance towards the freshly illuminated spires at Cathedral Rock exactly as a large winged something glided to directly behind the spires and disappear. The point that it disappeared is very important--from my vantage point not too far below and to the west of Chicken point (perhaps a hundred feet) I could distinguish the two sections of the spires and between them, very clearly, the sky beyond. This thing glided from the north-northeast to what appeared to be just exactly behind the first (northernmost) cluster of spires but I did not see it continue past the first (northernmost) cluster to where I would have seen it between the two sections of spires and to the south of the spires. It was well above the base rock and its trajectory was such that it would have been very clearly visible had it continued it's path to the south-southwest. It's speed was that of a small plane very similar to the ones often taking flight from the Sedona Airport directly north of Cathedral Rock but were it a plane, there is no possibility, based on its very clear trajectory, that it could have either turned or dove before being seen between the two sets of spires. That, combined with the appearance of translucent wings and central figure likely too small for a plane, ruled out the option that it was a plane (and let me be very specific that my initial thought was an airplane and that I did carefully rule it out based on the evidence mentioned).

After ruling out an airplane, my immediate and second thought was that is was a hang-glider. This second option was very quickly debunked as I took into account the evidence mentioned above as well as the the extreme unlikelihood that a hang glider would have been able to maintain the observed altitude from any landmark with in a reasonable range. One final note that would quickly rule out the hang glider is the size of the object. I will say that it definitely flew behind the spires from my vantage point (to the west) and, given a reasonable judgement of distance as well as the spires being used as a reference point, I deduced the wingspan to be close to fifty-five or sixty feet and the main body to be about the same in length. Not only is this inconsistent with a typical hang-glider but it is consistent with recorded reports of not only the dragons of old, but only the lesser-mentioned Thunderbird of the American southwest. Having carefully narrowed the options down to the latter two mentioned possibilities, I took into account the apparently translucent wings of the object and am left with one, hardly believable (even for me) option.

Know that I did not come to the conclusion that I did just over night, but over the course of about a week's time. I believe I saw a Draconian creature gliding from the north-northeast to the spires at Cathedral Rock and bringing itself to an immediate halt and landing on the western side of either the spires or the rocks below at Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona. I witnessed the creature, or object, for the time span of about an entire second before loosing visual. You, dear reader, may make of it what you will, but I have done my best and have came to the most unbiased conclusion I could given my knowledge and what I had seen.

On Scrolled Parchment

These are increasingly dangerous times and my thoughts becoming increasingly dangerous as they yearn for release. Yes, my thoughts push at the bars of their cage with a force that grows ever stronger with every day that passes in a successful attempt at becoming words. Knowledge I should not know, and wisdom I should not posses all but screaming within and becoming deafening so that it all might be heard by the outside world. It is not like the voice that tainted Illidan's path, or tempts Rand al'Thor against his will; no, it is myself alone that calls. Though among that knowledge is the experience of lives passed enough to know that patience yields some of the greatest rewards. I know I can speak now and my words, like those of some many others before, will be all but lost to the winds with not a single ear--or heart--to hear them. I do not know, however, if the time will come where I can speak and be heard is even in this life, or the next. It is like a seed of the great Oak tree that is straining grow and blossom in soil that becomes more rocky everyday, but the Oak is strong, and lives a very long time, and so will prevail in a time of greatest need to the life around it--as it was; as it is; as it will be.

I came here today to maybe speak, but I came quickly to realize that it is not yet time. I do not know my destiny, nor do I know how much of it I can control. I will be my own Hero--a legend to myself--but how much of that will I be able to share with others? More importantly how many others will there be that are apart of it. They Eye of Avo blesses those below and the Eye of Skorm awaits the unwitting. There is crisis on the horizon, and we may yet see forces unveiled that have not been known on this planet in twenty-six thousand years--old barriers weaken and things that once were are born again. In the days there will be hardship greater than we have seen in many, many years. In this nation what was the Great Depression will look like so much fluff compared to what the people are not prepared to face. Know that when even scrolled parchment is a potentially dangerous medium, many things go unsaid. The Dark One has eyes in everything and is as intelligent as he is deceiving--more intelligent than most could ever imagine--and his power grows; oh, it grows and bends the worlds to his will like a flaccid stalk of celery. Be wary of the light that shines and remember the name of the Fallen One. Be true to your heart in all that you do, and that is all I say for now.

2000 years
time has passed
The prophet's time has gone
hear the words
misunderstand
tainted by the darkness
deception reigns
the evil dwells
waiting for the final battle

Faster and faster the end drawing near
my quest for my soul be fulfilled
see the light and fight the darkness gather one and all

one by one
open your eyes
dropping the scarlet curtain
gather them all
calls to us all
Armageddon horizon

Faster and faster this life will go on
know now our fate and be strong
be the light and and fight the darkness gather one and all

The moon eclipses the sun
And Venus hides in its wake
Without winter there can be no rebirth
This is the end
My soul is trapped so near to escape
I can taste the fire in my fire
the burning desire
Shrouded the moon this demon conquers
he conquers all under the sun.
Oh why must it be this way?
Why can't I find a way?!

Prophecies
Ancient gods
see them rise from the soil
Their anger will punish us
and I'll know no sympathy
as I watch the fall of Rome again

Oh beyond! My life will go on
Know now this fate and be strong
I am the light, I'll destroy; you're monster
My life will go on!
My soul will live on!

The moon She shines
Her gaze upon my destiny
Secrets held and wishes cursed
I'm known for who I am

The path is lit
this lonely road
I walk the fated line
What lies head

To speak of the dreams
No it's impossible
Capture the essence
And live among the stars

You are my brother. Oh my brother--my kin of blood by birth. We've grown so cold, so distant, did destiny play us it's hand? I love you still with all my heart as darkness takes your soul and the corruption of the power's infecting your mind. We've grown up now and war takes its toll--oh the horror and the pain; the war rages on but I've never forgotten you once.

Farewell to you my kin, this is the end. I send you away to save our people from your darkened heart. Goodbye, my blood brother I banish you to Outland!

My battles are endless. Oh, the war rages on! I must keep on fighting lest there is no hope for our people and this world! The demons will eat us, twist us and make us their own. The pain we feel like fire burning our soul is a shred of the hell that awaits us in defeat. Use your will, use your magic and conquer all that you can find! There are more long nights before us yet so fight!

Farewell to you my kin, this is the end. I send you away to save our people from your darkened heart. Goodbye, my blood brother. I banish you forever to Outland!

Oh save me, come save me I am cursed and trapped. I'm snared in this crystal ball--I've been played as a fool. The torment is endless in this glimpse of eternity. My calls fall on def ears as you turned you back in hate. Your spite and your rage will be the downfall of Azeroth; have you sense in you at all? The titan master has tainted you inside and you can't resist what you don't know.

Don't sell your soul. Deceived, you've played us all as fools. You're the yellow jester and in the court of the highborn you wait to make your move. You must be strong and remember what you love, she's held prisoner and will be sacrificed when the moon falls. The moon is falling tonight!

Drink from the well, and destroy that demon's disk--the charm with the power of gods. Save your love from torrent's anger and flee from the horror that's been wrought. The titan has fallen and your power destroyed. Bring forth a new evil and taint the purest of waters with the darkness we've conquered before and I'll build from it the tree. It will be good and it will be great this tree of the world. It will cleanse the evil of your deed.

Farewell to you my kin, this is the end I send you away to save this world from your heart of darkness. Goodbye, my dearest brother of blood. Be gone now, forever, to Outland!

Betrayed

Look into my face and tell me what you see. See my wrath; see the monster you thought you knew. I am hiding nothing and you scream in fear. You fear for your sanity as I stand in front of you, thrashing at your barrier of ignorance. I am not wearing the mask you once knew.

Look into my eyes, so scorched and burned with pain. Tell me what you see. You see the magic and rage in an endless chill of love long lost. The touch of Sargeras--I see through the veil that blinds you now. Seeing the truth I am cursed with eternal madness, so fear me.

The titan's touch I wear on my skin--you cower in disgust. A mark of magic for the purest of corruption. Deceived and more than a bargain, will I be tied to it's creator forever? The jester yet fools the master and is the victor in the high court of guile. No regret.

I've disowned my father and betrayed my mother. I've watched my own brother fall in with the love of his life while I am looked down upon. Kicked and cuffed I strive for amends and seek to return to things destroyed. I am punished scolded with only one place left to go.

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. Scream with fear; run with fear; cower in the face of the eyes that see the truth. See my vision of the underlying currents and the evils of your work. See my arcane sight and know what should not be known. Look into my eyes.

The day will come when this world burns and who will be left but those of power? Exile! See me drink from this well and become what I've ever longed to be!! Exile!

The Judgement

     I have a close friend that I spend an amount of time with on a regular basis and he is, in short, the one friend I grew up with. We have an extensive history of semi-friendly battles and adventures and all of those sorts of things. Not often had either of us done something notable without the other. We were like brothers, him and I. About a year after we graduated and he started college in the neighboring town, I moved away. I move my life far enough away where communication between us was greatly diminished to the occasional sharing of recent adventures. It was up until this point that we had, more or less, a sharing of directions in our own personal developments. We both had found a deep interest in exploring new places which budded into an even deeper interest in the cosmos. We shared learned knowledge and came to our own conclusions based on a combination of what the two of had learned thus far about any given subject and this allow for a steady and side-by-side learning curve and ideals structure. That system of knowledge-sharing broke when I left for the desert.
     About the time I was getting the hang of living in such a strange new place, my friend, whom I shall simply call Dane, was just getting into his major classes for the semester. Every now and then he would give me some new bit of interesting information or some new thing to go and research on my own accord and very quickly we had come with an idea to get both of into space (the story behind getting into space is worth an entire new post in and of itself). We planned and conversed and conceptualized many new things that, dare I say, were on the edge  of space technology as it is (I had become an inventor for a short time, it seemed). As the year went on we began contacting each other less and less. As this happened I bean spending more time pursuing my own secondary education outside of my technical training. Over the summer I had taken a six week break from school and traveled through many very amazing places. It was this adventure that, I believe, was the pivotal point in not only the relationship between Dane and I, but also my own life, ideals, and belief systems..
     There had been a few hints of our growing separation towards the end of 2011 but I didn't really notice how big the gap was until I had finished school and moved myself back to the pseudo-jungles of Wisconsin and we had already caught up with each other in whatever stories there were to tell. We had gotten back into conversations of space and I had began to notice something darker about him--about his desire--that hadn't been there before. He would begin to space out and utter things I highly doubt he was consciously aware of; selfish things, greedy things, and, the perfect word came to me last night, Faustian things. His desire for space had turned itself into a desire for wealth and power. He would be more than willing cause the destruction of that planets in our own solar system simply for his own personal gain of exploring a new one. He would use a gift of eternal life to build an empire, rule and conquer, and eventually build a big enough vessel at any expense for his permanent leave of this planetary system. And it is extremely important that I am not saying these things as an interpretation of some casual conversation but actual utterances from a seemingly altered state of mind. And it's not to speak of the look in his eyes when he spoke, either. The look in his eyes; oh! the look was haunting even for someone like myself. In my previous post I had spoken of the look in someone's eyes when they are entranced by the television set and what I have seen with this companion of mine goes beyond entrancement--beyond dreaming. What I saw was a hint of possession by some terrible thing. I had once had a desire for outer space that had turned into a longing--a yearning-- of its own but the fire in Dane's eyes was one burning of lust. The desire I once knew he held had become a raging inferno of filthy and evil lust.
     Around the same time period that I had first noticed this change, or, realistically, about 12 hours before his first unwitting mention of building an empire, I had stumbled upon and read the short story by Brian Kindregan entitled The Judgment. (The story can be found HERE) It did take much contemplation, in fact, I hadn't even finished the story, before I came to the realization of the fact that should both of us continue on the paths we are currently treading, then our friendship is to dwindle and fade into something else. We have both set our own ideals deep within ourselves and even to this day we are still wading our own way through the think underbrush. I realized that there is a bond between that could never be severed by time. We would always be aware of each other in some way or another and that we just might become greatest enemies after all. It isn't so much that I'm opposed to space travel; no I'm more to support it. I am simply opposed to the kind of selfish irresponsibility that is to throw to the wayside the very foundation that allowed the end to be realized. The end does not justify the means. The end is merely a fleeting point in time that is the fuel for the means to occur. The end is only as pure as the means with which it was achieved. You simply can't make a fine stew with rotten meat. At the same time, I have nearly found here what I was looking for out there, in the vast sea of the cosmos. I have gained certain wisdom that has allowed me to see now what I was missing before. I realize that there is naught that I could do, much less desire to do, that would change the will of my friend. We both have our beliefs about how to live and I, at the very least, will uphold those values.
     Jumping back to present day I see that Dane and I are already, in a sense, mortal enemies. The internal strife between is as a single spore, at the moment; a single spore ready to grow quickly into a deadly mold. It is there and I can sense, but I'm not so sure that he can. It's complicated, the way fate works, but perhaps in the distant future we will but heads in a great battle of sorts. I cannot say for sure because not one year ago I would have never seen this turn of events. It's as if I'm to find my own course of action, at this point. I have the whole world in front of me and I wonder if this a time of judgment for myself. I can only hope that what I see of the future comes to pass before I'm grey and old. There are certainly things astir in the world; I can smell it as the moon rises every night and hear it in the song of the toads. What I'm still fighting with is myself and what, exactly, would I do should I wake up from a dream to find my home in smoldering ruin--it will happen one day. Only time will tell.

When Will It End?

     I finished my work for the night and prepared my pack for the ride home. My bike lock, work shoes, and next morning's food fit neatly in its confines and I pedaled off into the night. It is not abnormal for people to be at first surprised that, regardless of the weather conditions, I had chosen to ride my bike to work as opposed to driving my car and I had grown accustomed to convincing offerers that I was plenty fine with having to work towards my destination. In all honesty, it goes beyond riding a bicycle as a hobby. Once actually shunning the use of automobiles from my daily life I began to really understand what J.M. Greer was saying when he described how, all things considered, a human body is inconceivably more efficient in its use of measurable energy than any machine could ever be. Not only that, I also get the chance to get some always-needed exercise, when I go out using my bicycle, or feet, for transportation.
     I rode down a dark road where I could see the faintest bit of twilight just fading away as the Earth continued its normal rotation and as many stars as one could see from the middle of a mid-sized--and growing--town on the western edges of Wisconsin. It was just getting chilly enough to show my breath as I exhaled. Once home I come to the door that is usually my entrance into the halled apartment complex and very soon noticed that there were several air condition unit running full tilt. From there it was the same as always through the hallway and my own, slightly stuck front door leading into my under-lit apartment.

     I saw the same thing in Phoenix. It could be twenty-five degrees outside and yet people would persist in running the air conditioner to cool down their over-heated apartments. This was at the same time I couldn't get enough heat into my living space (I have been living without a heater and using no lights). Then as is now, I find it remarkable at the inability of people to open a window to cool their space instead of using the air conditioner and I have to ask, "why?" Why is our society becoming so hopelessly addicted to the conveniences we're given that they are almost becoming inconveniences? How could someone possibly find it easier and more comforting to complain about the inadequacy of air-cooling unit and be uncomfortable in their living space than to simply open up the window to be comfortable? It's madness that I can barely comprehend. There's an unwillingness to open even a screened window as if there is some sort of disabling superstition that something other than pure, artificial air may enter that's also accompanied with the obsessive and unnoticed psychological addiction to any and every man-made machine available. It's like in 1984 when '2+2=5"." "Nothing is better than modern technology. Nothing is better than modern technology," is the nonsense that is consistently and subliminally drilled into our skulls from every corner of today's western world.
    What's happening is that the majority of the human race is being trained to utterly forget exactly where we come from. I can just see the latest medical magazines telling us, "If you weren't born in a plastic tube, you're FUCKED!" We're being trained to forget that the Earth is the vessel for all life we could possibly experience or even imagine. To those who would not pay attention to the further and increasingly conclusive studies to the contrary, it is becoming ever more nigh impossible to think that rolling around in the dirt, and drinking unpasteurized milk, isn't going to kill you. It's all too easy to look back a hundred years and say that bleed out from the ankles to cure the common cold is madness but it's also all too easy to see the teaching from anywhere in the past thirty-six thousand years and see that popping synthetic pills filled with unreal and bare, unnatural substances that have adverse affects on the body is madness. But all of that is......not at all besides the point, actually.
   
     I think one of the greatest imaginable evils in today's world is the television. It is the television that makes one so easily controllable. It is the television that makes one uncomfortable with the Earth. It is the television that lulls one into a hypnotic daze that wastes away the time and keeps the mind from realizing the truth that is every day you spend watching TV is a day utterly wasted.
     A mother wakes up, readies herself for the day, takes her kids to daycare and goes to work. In the evening she picks her kids up, goes home, feeds herself and her kids, and watches television before going to bed. She has accomplished nothing. One more day of survival has passed. She conducted her routine at work and at home. Not once did she take the time to ponder her situation and place in this world, her kids' place in this world, nor anything that could be done to change or better it. Yes, there are hopes for the future, but they are merely hopes. She uses the television at night to take her away from worrying about whatever it is she is inclined to worry or concern herself about. You can see it in her eyes when the commercials roll forth, battering her with a blitzkrieg of useless information, images, pseudo-fantasies, and, let's be honest here, lies. You see that sort of glazed look you see when someones been hypnotized on a stage or slumped in a hallway after shooting heroin. If you're watching you can see that she is absent from the real world, stuck in a hole that she can't so easily escape from--on the edge of starting to drool. The eyes of this woman are not the eyes of a great thinker, or even a simpleton farmer who, in the truest essence of things, is a great thinker. No--no, she is a zombie--a sad and almost pitiful sight as you can nearly see her brains and willpower melting slowly away with every minute that those phosphorescent images flash rapidly in her face. She has accomplished no improvement nor evolution in her thought or development as a spiritual being. She and her life are wasting away.
     As I said, the television is the greatest of all evils. It drugs the user into a numb stupor that after repeated use, make the situation of sitting in a chair in the confines of a single enclosed living space--a prison--ever more ideal and comfortable to the point where anything outside of this norm is something bordering on a nightmare. And that point, dear reader, is one of the reasons everybody in the world is outright lazy. Rather than taking the time to walk two blocks to the drug store for condoms and a pack of cigarettes, they get in their car and drive. They drive because they want to get away from the outside air and back in front of their television set, or their computer, as quickly as possible. They can't be bothered to take and extra fifteen minutes to commute two miles to work. Eventually, they become so rancidly addicted to their living-room accommodations that their car windows never open, their house windows never open, they never steep on dirt, and they never truly live. The outdoors becomes something unknown and with mystery there is born a fear.
     Fear is how the masses are controlled. With the seed of the fear of the unknown so easily planted, it is planted and manipulated to coerce the unaware into playing along with ever intrusive and downright evil ways of modern western society. The ridiculousness of the things--everything--that is being done to the human race is reaching a point where I'm to ask, "how long will it, or can it, continue?"

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My father, who lives in the same, rather small, apartment complex as I, called me on my seldom-used cellular phone. He was curious if I want to go out for dinner and I suggested the local german restaurant just a ten minute walk away. We drove to the restaurant through stop and go traffic and spent some time trying to find a parking spot. I had suggested walking earlier but this was merely brushed of as a bit of humor. Afterward we drove back to the apartment complex and were minded to visit the wine and liquor store just one quarter of a mile down the road. I implored that we travel by foot and after some bit of convincing my rather able bodied father agreed to this as it was a beautifully cool evening and the sun was just setting beyond the river. We held somewhat interesting (although he might not have thought so) conversion on our journey with him complaining about walking up the extremely meager incline on the return trip. Once in his own apartment where I was to visit for a remaining moment and sip some of his newly-purchased whiskey, it was noticeably stuffy. He pressed the remote nest to his reclining chair are the air-conditioning unit whirred to life and blew chilled, stale air into the room. After some brief further discussion and a glass of flavorless whiskey I departed to my own way for an evening of my own contemplations and another trip outside, my father sitting in his favorite chair watching television with a full glass of rye on ice.

Smoke Rings!

There's something about tobacco and its being terrifically old fashioned that make it one of those things I hope I still get to enjoy in the wake of the flood. I can live without all the fancy technology, over-abundant petroleum, and frivolous material things like my amazing stereo, but simple things like a good smoke once in a while while whistling or singing a new tune I hope I get to enjoy just a while longer.