Saturday, November 14, 2009

THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"


My "AUGUST EXPERIENCE OF 1973" was a Harvesting Time, of sorts; a Gathering into One "Barn", as it were, of the fractionated bits of Consciousness that were scattered throughout the Universe, preceded by a dissolution of all the forms which contained them.

It was not unlike the behavior of the metal, Mercury, which at room temperature is liquid and forms drops which react to movement and temperature, dividing themselves into smaller drops and coming together again in bigger drops until there is only One.

"I" was/am that "One," an isolated, disconnected entity, divested of all which I believed was my ontological "Reality," a point of consciousness, a dimensionless Singularity, a Candle in the Dark, immersed in a "Sea of Undifferentiated Energy," the Ayn (masculine principle) contained within the Ayn Soph (feminine principle), a Prisoner walled in Infinite Chaos. I was as a Child lost in the Forest, abandoned and forsaken in the Wilderness of Nothingness.


Then You (Universe) came to Me. I was not alone. The dread that I might be a singular, lonely, living entity, quickly vanished when You began to create the World as I looked on. I was awe-struck by Your Mighty Majestic Power, humbled into complete submission to Your Will.

"Who are You?" I asked, forgetting that I, the Experiencer and that which is being experienced are One.

In answer, so I could see You as You are in Your "All-At-Once," You began to reveal YourSelf to Me over Time in a myriad of forms of infinite variety. My "I"s (eyes) were/are, everywhere to see You from every Point of View.

As I journey and have journeyed, through the sight of Your most Fierce Countenances, You never withheld Your Love from Me. You have always been with Me through my darkest hours, guiding Me, protecting Me, comforting Me, and keeping Me safe from harm, shielding Me from the "Winds" which would extinguish my Flame.

Soon this "Play" will end and the "Grand Theater" will once more close for the "Night." "Tomorrow" when I wake, and the "Play" begins anew, and the orchestra starts the prelude for us to sing Our Song to one another again, come to the Light in the Darkness; You will find Me there.


"IT'S ALL ONLY MAKE BELIEVE" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

It is not the same thing to know the Path as it is to have walked the Path, because only He who walks the Path knows the Doctrine.

My Blog is a record of my Journey on that Path so that those in whom I AM, will know WHO I AM, just as those in whom I AM NOT, have always known WHO I AM when I did not.

You might as well know the Truth. You are all Players in the MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game) of Eternal Life, an Infinite Game without End. You are Immortal and, thus, will live forever in Absolute Existence. Your status, of course, will depend on how well you played the last role assigned to you.

The average age of MMORPG players, in Relative Existence, is around 32. Those outside the parameters, not contributing to this [meaningless/meaningful] statistic, are BLIND GUIDES, that is, NON ROLE-PLAYERS — Extras, if you will. Their Function is to distract you from the Path before you reach HOME within the Time Limits assigned to you.

There is no Past or Future, only the Eternal Now. You are each a Holographic Expression of the One, a fractionated bit of Consciousness, as it were. Everyone you see is yourself in a different form - Everything, when you get right down to it.

In Time (literally), you will don [sequentially/all at once] the flesh of the nearly Seven Billion Characters currently on this Stage of Life, plus all those who have ever lived or will ever live, including those who have been aborted, in the Grand Guignol Drama, NOW PLAYING IN THE GLOBE THEATER. Thus you will play out each of their individual Life Experiences from the perspective of their AWARENESS.

In each of your performances, you will call yourself "me," named after "ME."



Sunday, August 09, 2009

SEMJAZA'S SONG OF LOVE through Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

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I hate all you mother f*ckers;
You lousy pieces of shit.
You filthy, f*cking degenerate c*cksuckers,
Scraped from the bottom of the pit.
Lowlife scum, despicable pukes;
I hate the sight of you all.
You holier-than-thous who utter rebukes;
On your bellies I’ll make you crawl.
You f*cking no-good stinking rats;
Betraying the innocents who trust,
While hiding behind your cloaks and hats,
To slake your perverted lust.
Oh, when you see me in our appointed place;
Sitting upon the Throne of Hell,
You’ll have a last look upon the face,
Of one you knew too well.
Because I love the One who made you;
You who killed my brother, His Son,
Your souls are mine as payment due,
In suffering that will never be done.

Friday, July 10, 2009

YOUR FIRST COMPANY COMMAND by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Dear Danny,

Congratulations on your appointment to your first command, Company Commander of C Company, 211th, Fort Benning, GA, your current life's position on what will ultimately lead to the kind of brilliant and stellar military career for which most warriors can only hope and dream.

As I write this, I am sitting before the hundreds of Athletic, Academic, and Scholar Awards that you have received through the years that bear witness to your Outstanding and Singular Achievements and Accomplishments.

Each one is, for me, a glorious moment frozen in time, where I have felt so blessed that God chose me to be your father.

You have always been the kind of son of which Kings dreamed for their own, possessing the most admirable traits and qualities; those most admired and respected by Men, including, but not limited to: Honesty, Integrity, Reliability, Dependability, Selflessness, Respectfulness, Generosity, Humility, and Compassion.

Most of all, you possess the Warrior's two greatest weapons: Wisdom and Courage. It is these things that have earned you the admiration and respect not only of the succession of peers, teammates, family and fiends, in your life, who affectionately refer to you as: "Golden Boy," "Danny the Lionhearted, and "Achilles;" but you have earned the admiration and respect of your opponents, as well.

Congratulations again, Danny, my beloved son. I look forward to your every continued success in your already very brilliant career.

All my love,


Wednesday, July 01, 2009



Mother Teresa doubted that God and Jesus existed. What we witnessed and interpreted as her piety was, in fact, a kind of self-loathing.

The recognition she sought from Our Father was not forthcoming because she had forgotten the admonition of Jesus in Matthew 6:1-2,

"Take care not to do your good works before men, to be seen by them; or you will have no reward from your Father in heaven. When you aid the poor, do not make a noise about it, as the false-hearted men do in the Synagogues and in the streets, so that they may have glory from men. Truly, I say to you, They have their reward."

The letters Mother Teresa wrote to friends, superiors and confessors were, in a way, an appeal to them to witness for her against God for refusing to acknowledge her "Good Works."

After all, couldn't God see that she got the Nobel Prize and was on the cover of Time Magazine in her best "Hey everybody! Look at me! Don't I look like a living saint?" pose.

That she was, indeed, the "hypocrite" she feared people would see, is evidenced by her claiming in her Novena of 1952 that God spoke to her (the God she doubted existed?) and that she was somehow instrumental in forgiving sins.

Not even Jesus had the audacity to claim the power-to-forgive that God alone possesses, not even with His last breath.

He didn't say, "I forgive you," but, rather, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do;" Luke 23-24.

Because Mother Teresa violated the First Commandment, placing herself between Man and God, my personal feeling is that, although well on the way to politically expedient Sainthood, she is burning in Hell.

STEVE SAVAGE "King of the Beasts"

Letters Reveal Mother Teresa's Secret
Book Of Iconic Nun's Letters Shows She Was Tormented By Her Doubts In Her Faith

By Michelle Singer

(CBS) In life, Mother Teresa was an icon — for believers — of God's work on Earth. Her ministry to the poor of Calcutta was a world-renowned symbol of religious compassion. She was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

But now, it has emerged that Mother Teresa was so doubtful of her own faith that she feared being a hypocrite, reports CBS News correspondent Mark Phillips.

In a new book that compiles letters she wrote to friends, superiors and confessors, her doubts are obvious.

Shortly after beginning work in Calcutta's slums, the spirit left Mother Teresa.

"Where is my faith?" she wrote. "Even deep down… there is nothing but emptiness and darkness... If there be God — please forgive me."

Eight years later, she was still looking to reclaim her lost faith.

"Such deep longing for God… Repulsed, empty, no faith, no love, no zeal," she said.

As her fame increased, her faith refused to return. Her smile, she said, was a mask.

"What do I labor for?" she asked in one letter. "If there be no God, there can be no soul. If there be no soul then, Jesus, You also are not true."

"These are letters that were kept in the archbishop's house," the Rev. Brian Kolodiejchuk told Phillips.

The letters were gathered by Rev. Kolodiejchuk, the priest who's making the case to the Vatican for Mother Teresa's proposed sainthood. He said her obvious spiritual torment actually helps her case.

"Now we have this new understanding, this new window into her interior life, and for me this seems to be the most heroic," said Rev. Kolodiejchuk.

According to her letters, Mother Teresa died with her doubts. She had even stopped praying, she once said.

The church decided to keep her letters, even though one of her dying wishes was that they be destroyed. Perhaps now we know why.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

PARABLE OF THE MASTER'S DOG by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

The muffled bleating cries of the Sheep, at the far end of the Pasture, awoke the Master's Dog from his Sleep where he had lain down for the Night upon the clover-covered grass. There were reports of Wolves in the area and the Dog was taking no chances that one of the Flock should be lost because of any inattentiveness on his part.

Fully alert, in set and expectation for Command, the Dog lifted his head and looked about for the Shepherd, his Master's Son, through the gossamer of the Darkening Twilight.

There, perhaps two-hundred feet away, the Dog saw a seated figure with a Shepherd's Crook reclining against a Tree. Although the form in the distance was not clearly defined, obscured by the Haze of Nightfall, the Dog sniffed the air to reassure himself that the Scent emanating from the figure in repose was that of the Shepherd.

And, indeed, it was His Scent. The Dog seeing that the Shepherd was not alarmed by the bleating cries of the Sheep, believed that all was well and lay his head down to resume his Sleep.

However, unable to Sleep because the bleating was increasing in intensity, the Dog made his way over to the Tree to see if the Shepherd was awake, and aware, because something was obviously amiss.

As he approached the seated form, he saw that it was, in fact, not the Shepherd, but a Sheep dressed in the Shepherd's Clothes.

Sickeningly, it all became very clear now. The Wolves, in complicity with the Shepherd-attired Sheep, had killed the True Shepherd.

The Wolves then dressed the Traitorous Sheep in the True Shepherd's Clothing in order to trick the Dog into believing that the Scent of the False Shepherd was that of his Master's Son.

The Wolves did not kill the Dog because, though domesticated, he was of their Bloodline. But to restrain him, the Wolves bound him in Chains, forcing him to witness their murderous, merciless, blood-lusted slaughter of his Master's Sheep.

The Master is due, any day now, to visit his Flock and to embrace the Shepherd, His Son, who is His very Self, and to, once more, experience the joy of having His faithful, loving Dog, His Best Friend, lie at His Feet.

But the Master's joy will change to Immeasurable Wrath when He sees what the Wolves have done. The death of His Son and the killing of His Flock, will not go unavenged.

After casting the Wolves into that Place which has but One Entrance and No Exit, the Master will break the chains which bind His Dog and set him loose to stand Guard, forever, at the Doorway which leads to the Abode of Eternal Torment and Suffering, charging him with:


Sunday, March 01, 2009

THE END by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

I don't know who or what or why it was decided that there would be just five of us in the Pilot's Cabin of the ship where we stood, looking toward New York City, the Home of "Ground Zero." It was just beyond the horizon in the far distance.

We Five were: Vladimir Putin; a young couple in their twenties, or thereabouts; Anna, and me.

Not one of us spoke or looked into the face of another. There was no need. We knew what we would see.

Unobserved, behind the Curtain of our agreed upon Reality, lurked an impatient Violence, awakened from its Dormancy, anxiously awaiting its cue to smash through the crack in the Created Shield of Illusion which restrained it.

There was no warning. The ferocious, all-consuming Blast was magnificent in its Entrance. We all looked on with a strange detached horror as we witnessed the instant explosive dissolution of what was once the Reigning Queen of All the Cities which have ever existed as "World Capital."

We were humbled into insignificance before this Mighty All-Destructive Power.

"Mr. Putin, how could you have done such a thing?" I asked.

"How could YOU have done such a thing?" he responded.

I knew immediately exactly what it was he meant. The thought crossed my mind that those who do not remember History will be doomed by it, but what about those of us who do remember History and are sickened by it?

Yes, in the past, we rallied together as we remembered the Maine, the Lusitania, Pearl Harbor, the Gulf of Tonkin, and 9-11. Now we'll be asked to remember New York City. But there will be nothing to remember. Retaliatory forces are already at work to repeat this scene over and over again, throughout the world.

A Tsunami-like nuée ardente, a pyroclastic flow in the aftermath of the Blast, was diverging from its center. We knew at once that there wasn't time enough to escape the most extreme limits of its deadly destruction.

Putin very calmly walked across the cabin to go below deck to wait for Death to claim him. The young couple didn't seem to really sense the gravity of the situation. I thought to myself that they would never know the joys of parenthood, love growing stronger through the years, sharing life's experiences together, the ups and downs, tears and laughter.

I led Anna to a bunk on the port side of the Cabin where she could lie down. My first inclination was to lie beside her, but I left the ship and began to walk through an apocalyptic scene of charred ruins, burning building structures in grotesque array; tongues of the fire's flames were everywhere. There was no day nor night. I was alone in the midst of Hell.

Off to my left, slightly behind me, I could see that the roiling Pyroclastic Death Cloud was almost upon me. As I stepped off the walkway into the street, my clothes caught fire and began to burn. I was engulfed in a Dante Alighierian Inferno, which was burning away every remnant of the dross which proved my existence.

My material being was reduced to less than the size of a postage stamp, and then. . .


Thursday, February 05, 2009


ACKNOWLEDGMENT: The video of MARK TWAIN'S #44, THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER entered my Awareness via the "UNSEEN FRIEND." The Number 44 is called a Master Number. It is very significant considering it means chaos and division.
Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

SATAN: "In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever--for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!...You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier. It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!" - Mark Twain