"ADVICE POLONIUS FAILED TO GIVE LAERTES" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

‘Twixt Thou and another assumest not
That Thou art the most learned of the lot.
If Thou believest Thou art smarter than he,
Then treadest Thy path very carefully.
Couldst be that Thou wert being outsmarted
Long before Thy chance meeting started.
If thinkest Thou he be smarter than Thee,
Guardest well this knowledge in secrecy.
Revealest not that which he not knoweth;
Thine advantage Thou needest not showeth.
Thou wilt be the smarter ‘twixt Thy twain.
Because ignorance of this shall be his bane.

The Way of the Warrior

When my son, Dan, was asked to write an essay, before his pre-enlistment interview, why he wanted to become an officer, he wrote:

"I want to live the Great Life, the life of a warrior in service to America and in service to those who, for whatever reason, cannot, should not, nor will not serve.

I want to earn the right to stand among the ranks of our nation's Greatest Men, both the living and the dead, most known only to God, and to share with them, what only a true warrior may experience, the feeling of filling every inch of my uniform with love and pride in America."

* The Spirit does not accept volunteers; the Spirit chooses who will be a Warrior.

* A man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting.

* On the Path of Knowledge there are four natural enemies: Fear, Clarity, Power and Old Age.

* When the Knock of the Spirit sounds we follow or perish

* A path without a heart is never enjoyable. On the other hand, a path with heart is easy— it does not make a Warrior work at liking it; it makes for a joyful journey; as long as a man follows it, he is one with it.

* A rule of thumb for a Warrior is that he makes his decisions so carefully that nothing that may happen as a result of them can surprise him, much less drain his power.

* A Warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing when in effect he knows nothing.

* A warrior chooses a path with heart, any path with heart, and follows it; and then he rejoices and laughs. He knows because he sees that his life will be over altogether too soon. He sees that nothing is more important than anything else.

* A Warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.

* A Warrior doesn't know remorse for anything he has done because to isolate one's acts as being mean, or ugly, or evil is to place an unwarranted importance on the self.

* A Warrior is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. Once his calculations are over, he acts. He lets go. That's abandon. A Warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind. No one can push him; no one can make him do things against himself or against his better judgment. A warrior is tuned to survive, and he survives in the best of all possible fashions.

* A Warrior lives by acting, not by thinking about acting, nor by thinking about what he will think when he has finished acting.

* A Warrior must cultivate the feeling that he has everything needed for the extravagant journey that is his life. What counts for a Warrior is being alive. Life in itself is sufficient, self-explanatory and complete. Therefore, one may say without being presumptuous that the experience of experiences is being alive.

* A Warrior must learn to make every act count, since he is going to be here in this world for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

* A Warrior is never concerned about his fear.

* A Warrior seeks to act rather than talk.

* A Warrior takes responsibility for his acts, for the most trivial of acts. An average man acts out his thoughts, and never takes responsibility for what he does.

* A Warrior waits patiently, knowing that he is waiting, and knowing what he is waiting for. That is the warrior's way.

* A Warrior thinks of death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit.

* A Warrior-Hunter knows that his death is waiting, and the very act he is performing now may well be his last battle on earth. He calls it a battle because it is a struggle. Most people move from act to act without any struggle or thought. A Warrior-Hunter, on the contrary, assesses every act; and since he has intimate knowledge of his death, he proceeds judiciously, as if every act were his last battle. Only a fool would fail to notice the advantage a Warrior-Hunter has over his fellow men. A Warrior-Hunter gives his last battle its due respect. It's only natural that his last act on earth should be the best of himself. It's pleasurable that way. It dulls the edge of his fright.

* An average man is too concerned with liking people or with being liked himself. A Warrior likes, that's all. He likes whatever or whomever he wants, for the hell of it.

* Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore, a Warrior must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if he feels that he should not follow it, he must not stay with it under any conditions. His decision to keep on that path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition. He must look at every path closely and deliberately. There is a question that a Warrior has to ask: 'Does this path have a heart?'

* Death is our eternal companion. It is always to our left, an arm's length behind us. Death is the only wise adviser that a Warrior has. Whenever he feels that everything is going wrong and he's about to be annihilated, he can turn to his death and ask if that is so. His death will tell him that he is wrong, that nothing really matters outside its touch. His death will tell him, 'I haven't touched you yet.'

* Do you know at this very moment you are surrounded by eternity? And do you know that you can use that eternity if you so desire?

* Feeling important makes one heavy, clumsy and vain. To be a Warrior one needs to be light and fluid.

* For a Warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn't use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.

* If a Warrior is to succeed at anything, the success must come gently, with a great deal of effort but with no stress or obsession.

* If his spirit is distorted he should simply fix it—purge it, make it perfect—because there is no other task in our entire lives which is more worthwhile…To seek the perfection of the Warrior's spirit is the only task worthy of our temporariness, our humanity.

* Impeccability is nothing else but the proper use of energy.

* Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old sorcerers were after was the final dramatic end result of reaching that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others, less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour of quietude before they reach the desired result. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called "stopping the world", the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it's always been. This is the moment when sorcerers return to the TRUE nature of man. The old sorcerers always called it "total freedom"

* Intent is not a thought, or an object, or a wish. Intent is what can make a man succeed when his thoughts tell him that he is defeated. It operates in spite of the Warrior's indulgence. Intent is what makes him invulnerable. Intent is what sends a shaman through a wall, through space, to infinity.

* It doesn't matter how one was brought up. What determines the way one does anything is personal power.

* No person is important enough to make a Warrior angry.

* Nothing in this world is a gift. Whatever must be learned must be learned the hard way.

* Once a man worries, he clings to anything out of desperation; and once he clings he is bound to get exhausted or to exhaust whomever or whatever he is clinging to. A Warrior-Hunter, on the other hand, knows he will lure game into his traps over and over again, so he doesn't worry.

* Only as a Warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A Warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.

* Only the idea of death makes a Warrior sufficiently detached so that he is capable of abandoning himself to anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything so he tries, without craving, all of everything.

* Personal history must be constantly renewed by telling parents, relatives, and friends everything one does. On the other hand, for the Warrior who has no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with his acts. And above all, no one pins him down with their thoughts and their expectations.

* The basic difference between an ordinary man and a Warrior is that a Warrior takes everything as a challenge, while an ordinary man takes everything as a blessing or a curse.

* The hardest thing in the world is to assume the mood of a Warrior. It is of no use to be sad and complain and feel justified in doing so, believing that someone is always doing something to us. Nobody is doing anything to anybody, much less to a warrior.

* The humbleness of a Warrior is not the humbleness of the beggar. The Warrior lowers his head to no one, but at the same time, he doesn't permit anyone to lower his head to him. The beggar, on the other hand, falls to his knees at the drop of a hat and scrapes the floor for anyone he deems to be higher; but at the same time, he demands that someone lower than him scrape the floor for him.

* The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens up after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue.

* The most effective way to live is as a Warrior. A Warrior may worry and think before making any decision, but once he makes it, he goes his way, free from worries or thoughts; there will be a million other decisions still awaiting him. That's the Warrior's way.

* The self-confidence of the Warrior is not the self-confidence of the average man. The average man seeks certainty in the eyes of the onlooker and calls that self-confidence. The Warrior seeks impeccability in his own eyes and calls that humbleness. The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the Warrior is hooked only to infinity.

* The spirit of a Warrior is not geared to indulging and complaining, nor is it geared to winning or losing. The spirit of a Warrior is geared only to struggle, and every struggle is a warrior's last battle on earth. Thus the outcome matters very little to him. In his last battle on earth, a Warrior lets his spirit flow free and clear. And as he wages his battle, knowing that his intent is impeccable, a warrior laughs and laughs.

* The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.

* The Warrior: silent in his struggle, undetainable because he has nothing to lose, functional and efficacious because he has everything to gain.

* The world is incomprehensible. We won't ever understand it; we won't ever unravel its secrets. Thus we must treat the world as it is: a sheer mystery.

* There are lots of things a Warrior can do at a certain time which he couldn't do years before. Those things themselves did not change; what changed was his idea of himself.

* There is a flaw with words, they always force us to feel enlightened, but when we turn around to face the world they always fail us and we end up facing the world as we always have, without enlightenment

* There's no emptiness in the life of a Warrior. Everything is filled to the brim.

* To achieve the mood of a Warrior is not a simple matter. It is a revolution. To regard the lion and the water rats and our fellow men as equals is a magnificent act of a warrior's spirit. It takes power to do that.

* To be a Warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a Warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.

* To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is: a mere candle.

* Warriors do not win victories by beating their heads against walls, but by overtaking the walls. Warriors jump over walls; they don't demolish them.

* We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives, anytime, in the blink of an eye.

* We talk to ourselves incessantly about our world. In fact, we maintain our world with our internal talk. And whenever we finish talking to ourselves about ourselves and our world, the world is always as it should be. We renew it, we rekindle it with life, we uphold it with our internal talk. Not only that, but we also choose our paths as we talk to ourselves. Thus we repeat the same choices over and over until the day we die because we keep on repeating the same internal talk over and over until the day we die. A Warrior is aware of this and strives to stop his internal talk.

* When a man has fulfilled all four of these requisites— to be wide awake, to have fear, respect, and absolute assurance— there are no mistakes for which he will have to account; under such conditions, his actions lose the blundering quality of the acts of a fool. If such a man fails or suffers a defeat, he will have lost only a battle, and there will be no pitiful regrets over that.

* When a Warrior learns to stop the internal dialogue, everything becomes possible; the most far-fetched schemes become attainable.

* Whenever a Warrior decides to do something, he must go all the way, but he must take responsibility for what he does. No matter what he does, he must know first why he is doing it, and then he must proceed with his actions without having doubts or remorse about them.

* An immortal being has all the time in the world for doubts and bewilderment and fears. A Warrior, on the other hand, cannot…because he knows for a fact that the totality of himself has but a little time on this earth.

* The things that people do cannot under any conditions be more important than the world.

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

THIS IS THE APPEARANCE OF UNDIFFERENTIATED ENERGY AS "I" AWOKE, SELF-REALIZED, AND BY OBSERVATION, WITNESSED THE COLLAPSE OF THAT WAVE ENERGY INTO PARTICULATES WHICH AGGREGATED INTO "CLAY," THEN SELF-MOLDED, IMPRISONING MY FRACTIONATED AWARENESS, I.E., DIVIDED CONSCIOUSNESS, WITHIN A MYRIAD OF FORMS AND SUBSTANCES IN THE PROCESS.

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.

CREATION

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.

YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE

"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.

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 26.4. 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."

THE WORLD ILLUSION.

IT'S ONLY MAKE BELIEVE

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

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.

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 friends, 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,
Dad

MOTHER TERESA, THE "BETTY CROCKER" OF THE CORPORATE CHURCH by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

ONE OF 10,559 POSED PUBLICITY PHOTOS OF MOTHER TERESA

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"



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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.

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:

"LET NO WOLF ESCAPE!"

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. . .

I WAS NO MORE.

MARK TWAIN'S #44, THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER

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

CAVEAT: VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK

NO EXITS by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

"I don't think the human race will survive the next 1,000 years unless we spread into space." -Stephen Hawking

Some time ago, in the distant unrecorded past, those whom we call "The Fallen Angels," were exiled to Earth for all eternity. They are prisoners marooned far from their home, with no possibility of return.

They were at first spiritual beings, ghosts, sparks of life, the "Wandering Clouds," as it were. In time, they learned to insinuate themselves into the most advanced Primates on this planet and, thereby, progressively improved their abilities to become upwardly mobile on the evolutionary scale, eventually culminating in the species as we are now, Homo Sapiens, i.e., modern man.

Their "Great Work," of course, especially now that the Sun is dying, is to get off this planet before the Heliosphere, which functions in the manner of an amniotic sac shielding us from Cosmic Radiation, can no longer withstand the Centripetal Forces prevailing against it and all organic life dies exposing their immortal Naked Spirits to the reality of the fate that awaits them.

TO YOU WHO ARE STRANDED ON THE ROCK

This Great Escape Attempt is a drama that has played out many times over the eons. Each time that the "Fallen Angels" had attained the technological mastery required to embark into the Great Unknown, one catastrophe after another, such as ice ages, meteor impacts, plagues, etc., would obliterate their Life Forms destroying their Hope, and they would have to start the Sisyphean Challenge all over again.

The evidence that this is so is seen in unexplained, archaeological discoveries of highly sophisticated, technological devices, which existed millions of years ago.

At this very moment, they are frantically working to create a Perfectly Integrated Structure-Function-Relationship Cyborg in which to house them, so to speak, by substituting a Silicon-Based quasi-Organism for their Carbon Based perishable bodies which cannot survive beyond the Heliosphere.

Time has run out for them because God's Captive Son, their Ace in the Hole, the Ransom that they had counted on over the millennia to stave off their inevitable fate, is gone and they know it.

To expedite their Planet Earth Exodus strategy, before time runs out, desperate measures will be taken, such as garnering and employing every available resource for their personal salvation. This means Forced Euthanasia of the "Dead Wood," that is, the sick, the elderly, the retired, the intelligentsia, and those of diminished capacity, in all of its manifestations.

Food supplies, including seeds, and energy sources will be hoarded and secreted in inaccessible locations, available only to the élite, while the people starve and freeze. But it's only a delay of the inevitable.

A similar project on Earth - the Svalbard Seedbank in Norway, dubbed the "doomsday vault" - holds hundreds of thousands of seed samples.

WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE

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THE DANBURY PRISON FIRE OF JULY 7, 1977 by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Vanderbilt Television News Archive
ABC Evening News for Thursday, Jul 07, 1977
Headline: Connecticut / Prison Fire

Fire at federal prison in Danbury, Connecticut, noted.
REPORTER: Harry Reasoner

(Danbury, Connecticut) Details of fire given. Prison officials say it was deliberately set; prisoners say it wasn't and that guards prevented them from reaching safety. [PRISONERS - say guards wouldn't let them out.] Danbury police sergeant Robert Lovell says he heard inmates, locked in dorm, breaking windows to get out, and that guards hampered efforts of firemen to rescue men. [LOVELL - says prison gates weren't opened to fire equipment upon arrival.] Acting warden Tony Young refuses comment re: Lovell's claim, but acknowledges vital escape route jammed when guards couldn't open emergency door. [YOUNG - thinks key broke off in door.] Federal investigators already at work.
REPORTER: James Walker (WTNH newsfilm, photos by Kenn Venit)

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February 1978, I was transported by Federal Marshals from the Philadelphia Detention Center to the New York Metropolitan Correctional Center, then by Prison Bus to the Danbury Federal Prison to officially begin serving the 65 year sentence which had been imposed upon me.

Almost immediately upon my arrival at Danbury, and after processing, I found myself surrounded and greeted by many of the prison inmates, and several Guards, with an unexpected reverence which puzzled me, thinking that they may have mistaken me for someone else.

I was surprised to learn that they knew so much about me, and that they had been awaiting my arrival, especially since any news about my trial never reached the newspapers.

The Prison Grapevine System, the Internet of its time, apparently was quite effective at disseminating information.

Not more than several days had passed before, one by one, in private audience, the prisoners and one of the Guard Supervisors, who referred to himself as a Masonic Priest, began to approach me, seeking answers to a myriad of questions they posed for me, everything from how to spell a word to very esoteric spiritual matters. The inquirers included the Masonic Priest Guard, as well as several very well-educated Muslim inmates, Koranic scholars.

One day, one of the prisoners came to me and said that he was representing other prisoners seeking my help to get the proper authorities to investigate a horrendous wrong that had occurred in the prison several months before I arrived.

Wanting to understand why he sought my help, I asked him, "Who do you believe I am?"

"I believe that you were sent by God," he replied, then proceeded to tell me a horrific story about a fire of unknown origin in one of the prison units that claimed the lives of five inmates and injured seventy-one others.

Despite the prisoners pleas to let them out, to save them from the fire, prison officials not only refused to unlock the unit door to save them, they stood by dispassionately even as the flames were claiming the lives of the screaming, helpless inmates. Worse, they prevented others from coming to their rescue.

The City of Danbury Fire Department was stopped at the gates to the prison and were not allowed to enter. When the Danbury Fire Chief and his firefighters could no longer withstand the anguished screams and desperate cries for help, he threatened to crash the Fire Trucks through the gates.

It was only then that they were allowed access to the grounds where they rushed to unlock the main cell door to release the trapped prisoners from their burning Hell; but not before five inmates died from smoke inhalation and another seventy-one were injured.

No official investigation into the fire ever really took place. All of the prisoners, eighty or so, who were eyewitnesses to what had occurred, were transferred to various Federal Prisons throughout the system, thereby, effectively preventing any testimony that would reveal the horror that had been allowed to occur with such callous indifference.

Those who confided this information to me, were also witnesses, but managed to conceal their identities as to having knowledge of the holocaust for fear of transfer or reprisals.

I asked the prisoners to find out the names of the Congressmen and Senators who represented Connecticut, as well as those from their own states, with instructions to do this only by word-of-mouth from those whom they would see on visitors day.

Once I had the names, I wrote letters, addressed to the Legislators, detailing what had taken place at Danbury. The prisoners who were the incognito and anonymous witnesses, bravely signed the letters with their own signatures and passed them to the people who visited them on visitors day to be mailed from outside the purview of prison censors.

I never knew what effect the letters had because the official report below was published late in 1978, months after I was released. However, the text of the report indicates that the Connecticut Senators did make an inquiry. I wonder if they were satisfied with this very transparent "whitewash" job which fails to mention that five prisoners died and 71 were injured.


NCJ Number: NCJ 049687
Title: DANBURY (CT) PRISON FIRE - WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO PREVENT RECURRENCE?
Author(s): ANON
Corporate Author: US Government Accountability Office
United States
Sale: US Government Accountability Office
441 G Street, NW, Room LM
Washington, DC 20548
United States

National Institute of Justice/
NCJRS paper reproduction
Box 6000, Dept F
Rockville, MD 20849
United States
Publication Date: 1978

THIS REPORT EXAMINES CONDITIONS AT THE FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION IN DANBURY, CONN., BEFORE AND AFTER THE FIRE OF JULY 7, 1977.

Abstract: TO DETERMINE WHAT HAPPENED DURING AND AFTER THE FIRE, THE GENERAL ACCOUNTING OFFICE (GAO) INTERVIEWED 57 INMATES, 16 PRISON STAFF MEMBERS, MEMBERS AND OFFICIALS OF THE BUREAU OF PRISON'S BOARD OF INQUIRY, AND OFFICIALS FROM THE RESPONDING FIRE DEPARTMENT AND THE DANBURY HOSPITAL; SPOKE WITH EXPERTS WHO INVESTIGATED THE FIRE; AND CONFERRED WITH REPRESENTATIVES OF THE NATIONAL FIRE PROTECTION ASSOCIATION REGARDING FIRE SAFETY IN CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTIONS. WITH RESPECT TO THE FIRE ITSELF, THE FOCUS OF THE GAO REVIEW WAS ON LOCATION OF THE FIRE, CORRECTIONAL PERSONNEL ON DUTY, ACTIONS OF INMATES PRIOR TO THE ARRIVAL OF CORRECTIONAL SUPERVISORS, LOCATION AND REACTION OF STAFF WHEN THE FIRE WAS REPORTED, RESPONSES BY CORRECTIONAL SUPERVISORS, EFFORTS TO RELEASE INMATES, ARRIVAL AND UTILIZATION OF THE DANBURY FIRE DEPARTMENT, MEDICAL CARE, AND INJURIES AND DEATHS. CONDITIONS CONTRIBUTING TO THE SEVERITY OF THE FIRE AND ACTIONS TAKEN TO IMPROVE FIRE SAFETY AT DANBURY AND OTHER FEDERAL INSTITUTIONS WERE ADDRESSED. THE GAO REVIEW WAS HINDERED BY THE LACK OF AVAILABLE PHYSICAL EVIDENCE, THE FACT THAT SEVERAL INMATES HAD BEEN TRANSFERRED OR RELEASED, CONFLICTING TESTIMONY, AND CONFUSION CAUSED BY THE FIRE. IT WAS DETERMINED THAT BUILDING MATERIALS WERE IN COMPLIANCE WITH CODES OF THE NATIONAL FIRE PROTECTION ASSOCIATION BUT THAT THE FACILITY DID NOT FULLY COMPLY WITH FIRE SAFETY TRAINING PREPAREDNESS GUIDELINES. THIS AGGRAVATED THE FIRE SITUATION AND HINDERED FIRE SUPPRESSION AND INMATE EVACUATION. WEAKNESSES IN THE FACILITY'S FIRE SAFETY PROGRAM INCLUDED INADEQUATE AND INFREQUENT FIRE SAFETY INSPECTIONS, AN INADEQUATE FIRE PLAN, THE ABSENCE OF RELIABLE EXITS, AND INADEQUATE LIGHTING. SIGNIFICANT FIRE SAFETY IMPROVEMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE AT DANBURY AND ARE PLANNED AT OTHER FEDERAL INSTITUTIONS. LETTERS FROM CONNECTICUT SENATORS AND FROM A DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE OFFICIAL ABOUT THE FIRE ARE CONTAINED IN APPENDIXES, AS WELL AS A REPORT ON THE DEATH OF ONE INMATE. (DEP)

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THE END OF THE WORLD by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

"I have come to cast fire upon the earth; and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and how distressed I am until it is accomplished! Do you suppose that I came to grant peace on earth? I tell you, no, but rather division; for from now on five members in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three. They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law." (Luke 12:49-53)

As the economy sinks ever deeper into the "Bottomless Abyss," Food Bank shelves across our nation are becoming ever more bare. So many among us are suffering in silence, ashamed that somehow they may be responsible for the plight in which they now find themselves.

Millions have become as living corpses; the closed doors and shuttered windows of their homes have become their coffins, where they wait in dread for such time when they will be exhumed from their "graves" through foreclosure and reincarnated as pariahs.

The "Helpless" have become invisible to those around them who avert their eyes, grateful for the moment that it is not they who are down, unaware that they, too, are only "standing in line."

Our self-proclaimed leaders appear to be working desperately to assuage the situation, but it is only an illusion, a Fabian tactic, as it were. We have gone beyond the Point of No Return and have crossed, not the Rubicon, but the River Styx. Their pseudo-altruistic rhetoric is not to inspire hope but, rather, it is a fear-generated charade to save their own respective life stations when the burden upon the people becomes so onerous, that the defenses of the prosperous will collapse under the onslaught of the violent forces of Necessity.

The Fire which was foretold has been kindled, and The Winds of War are beginning to fan the Flames which will drive us to where our Fate is inescapable.

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THE DEATH ALIGNMENT IN COSMIC CYCLES by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

From The Ancient Hebrew Book of Solomon: I thank Thee, O Great Creator of the Universe, that Thou hast taught me the secrets of the Planets, that I may know the Times and Seasons of Things, the secrets of men's hearts, their thoughts, and the nature of their being. Thou gavest unto me this knowledge which is the foundation of all my Wisdom." It is times like the one in which we currently find ourselves, that I look to Cosmic Archetypal Planetary Cycles for confirmation of my intuition. One aspect, in particular, the Saturn-Pluto Square Alignment, is now making its third appearance in my life. I call it the "DEATH ALIGNMENT." THE SATURN-PLUTO SQUARE ALIGNMENT 1940 The Neptune-Pluto Septile aspect at the time of my birth in 1937 was Exact. In close proximity was the 33 year exact alignment of the Saturn-Pluto Cycle. This was a time of a symbolic descent into Hell; the Great Depression, the Rape of Nanking, Fascism, World War II, and, most significantly, the Nuremberg Laws of Nazi Germany which judged the quality of human life. Thus, because Jews, the mentally and physically disabled, homosexuals, Jehovah Witnesses, political dissidents, etc., were classified as racially inferior, the systematic, bureaucratic, state-sponsored persecution and murder of these groups by the Nazi regime and its collaborators was sanctioned under these laws to justify the Final Solution. THE SATURN-PLUTO SQUARE ALIGNMENT 1973 An exact square alignment of Saturn and Pluto also took place in August 1973, the time of my " CREATION EXPERIENCE ." This was the Alignment of the Vietnam War, Oil Crisis; Watergate; Chilean Coup, Initiation of Pol Pot's "Killing Field's," etc. Most significantly, it was the year of Roe v. Wade, the Supreme Court Decision, which like the Nuremberg Laws in the Saturn-Pluto Square which directly preceded it, judged the quality of human life by declaring that the fetus was not a "person." During the recession of 1973, home mortgage foreclosures resulted in tens of thousands of Americans being evicted from homes for which they could no longer afford monthly payments. THE SATURN-PLUTO SQUARE ALIGNMENT 2009 In September of 2008, we approached the Saturn-Pluto Square Alignment which will fully manifest its characteristics in the time period of 2009 to 2011. We are in two wars, the housing bubble has burst, and the economy is dying. If the last two square alignments are, indeed, an indication that the most significant feature of the Saturn-Pluto Square Alignment is Death and Destruction, that human life is classified as being either acceptable or inferior, then this one will be no exception. The world is presently on a Slippery Slope, accelerating ever more rapidly, and deeper, into the Greatest Depression ever to befall mankind, exacerbated by natural disasters of every description. "You will be hearing of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not frightened, for those things must take place, but that is not yet the end. "For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and in various places there will be famines and earthquakes. "But all these things are merely the beginning of birth pangs." - Matthew 24:6-8 Like Al Jolson said in the 1927 movie, "The Jazz Singer": "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Because of limited resources, ignorance of true indebtedness, the drain of entitlements for the impoverished, the physically and mentally weak and helpless; and, for lack of what Nazi Germany referred to as Lebensraum, we're going to have to make some difficult choices very soon as to who will live and who will die or the choices will be made for us. THE DEATH ALIGNMENT IS HERE! The orb of influence for this alignment is 2018 to 2021 while the exact conjunction will happen at 22° Capricorn on 12th January 2020.

THE GLORY OF THE LAST SOLOMONIC KINGS by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

The Kebra Nagast: The Glory of the Kings

The Kebra Nagast is an account written in Ge'ez of the origins of the Solomonic line of the Emperors of Ethiopia. The text, in its existing form, is at least seven hundred years old, and is considered by many Ethiopian Christians to be an inspired and a reliable account. Not only does it contain an account of how the Queen of Sheba met Solomon, and about how the Ark of the Covenant came to Ethiopia with Menelik I, but it contains an account of the conversion of the Ethiopians from the worship of the Sun, Moon, and Stars to that of the "Lord God of Israel". "The Kebra Nagast is not merely a literary work, but -- as the Old Testament to the Hebrews or the Qur'an to the Arabs -- it is the repository of Ethiopian national and religious feelings."

Below the Imperial Crest of the House of Solomon are two photos of the last true Kings Of Ethiopia: Ras Makonnen and his son, Haile Selassie I, "Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Lord of Lords, King of Kings of Ethiopia and Elect of God."

When I first viewed these photos, I was struck by the unbelievable hypnotic aura of power and presence radiated by these two Father-Son, Warrior-Priest, Philosopher Kings, whose royal lineage, the world's oldest, can trace its existence to the ancient emperors of Ethiopia, especially Menelek, son of The Queen of Sheba by Solomon.

The Imperial Crest of the House of Solomon


Ras Makonnen, father of Haile Selassie I, in 1902
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Haile Selassie I, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Lord of Lords, King of Kings of Ethiopia and Elect of God, in 1934
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THE MYSTERY OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS REVEALED by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS KNEELING ON THE ISLAND HE NAMED SAN SALVADOR, OCTOBER 12, 1492

Today is Columbus Day observed, the day in which America honors and remembers Christopher Columbus, the Great Italian Explorer-Discoverer, whose faith, courage, and intelligence, have earned him a place in history as The World's Greatest Hero.

Although not celebrated as such, Columbus Day is the holiest day in all of New World Christendom because it is the day that fulfilled our Lord God's desire to establish a New World for his Children - a place where He could look down upon them and love them and bless them beyond all measure.

To understand the mystery of what I am about to reveal to you, consider this: All that exists was first conceived beyond Time as an idea in the Mind of God. This idea was given a name, i.e., a Word, which then became manifest.

So as a carpenter thinks of something upon which to sit, calls it a "Chair," then creates the physical "Chair," so God is the "Thinker," Jesus is His "Word," and you are His "Thoughts."

Thus, just as the "idea-of-the-Chair" and the "Chair" are one and the same, so, too, are Jesus and the Creator One and the Same - and so, too, are you, because you are in Him and He in you. You are the Children of God.

Now, consider this. Even though the written records of a historical Jesus Christ's sojourn on Earth have been, for the most part, destroyed through the burning of books, libraries, and wholesale slaughter of those who were witnesses of Him, the physical evidence that he was here, is before your eyes in the physical realities of the Sun, the Moon, the Planets, and the Stars.

You have been falsely led to believe by the "Deniers" of God's Existence, that these things are the mythological origins of your belief in Jesus Christ when the truth is that they are His Works, authored by Him.

Because of all that is opposed to the Divinity of Christ, by those who deny the existence of God, Columbus Day is on the endangered American Holiday ("Holy Day") list and the target for eradication.

"Certain persons have crept in unnoticed, those who were long beforehand marked out for this condemnation, ungodly persons who turn the grace of our God into licentiousness and deny our only Master and Lord, Jesus Christ."

A great people among you, the Italian-Americans, the descendants of those who fought and died for America through all of its wars, who defended this land discovered by an Italian, and named for an Italian, stand against the elimination of the holiday that is their equivalent of St. Patrick's Day.

In an obscene war of character attrition, Italian Americans are being systematically subjected to a media onslaught of prejudices and social injustices that would be classified as race and hate crimes, were they directed at any other racial group or ethnicity.

Why is no one coming forward to speak out against this denigration of the Italian Americans? Why, indeed, when before your very eyes, you can see for yourselves that Italian-Americans are the continuance of that shining light that shone within their ancestors when they resided in that era of the Quattrocento that Swiss Historian, Jacob Christoph Burckhardt, reverently called "The Cradle of Western Civilization?"

The answer is that it is the intention of powerful entities to once again, metaphorically, "Burn the Books." By defaming and negatively stereotyping Italian-Americans, throwing paint on statues of Columbus, writing him out of history books, and seeking to change the name of his holiday to some meaningless secular "day-off-from-work" day, such as "Indigenous Peoples Day," it becomes that much easier to eliminate proof of God's Existence.

If the antagonists are allowed to succeed in their agenda, Columbus will one day, like God and Jesus Christ, become a personage whose existence will become apocryphal, mythological, a fairy tale, placing doubt in the minds of the ignorant as to whether he ever existed at all, in much the same way false claims that the Nazi Holocaust never existed are polluting the general consciousness.

Here, then, is the Mystery of Columbus Revealed:

When God first thought to create a land for his Children, since Jesus is the "Word" and because "He (the Word) was in the beginning with God; all things were made through him, and without him was not anything made that was made.", it was necessary that Christ be the one to bring that new land into existence because He is also the Creator.

The one chosen by God to perform the physical act of bringing Christianity to the new land was Christopher Columbus.

Columbus was born in Genoa, Italy. The etymological derivation of "Genoa" is from the Ligurian word "Genua," which means "Knee." This is further seen in the word, "Genuflect," which means "to kneel."

The name "Christopher" means "Christ Bearer," and "Columbus" is the taxonomic classification for the "Dove," which is the symbol of the Holy Spirit, the "Navigator" or "Guiding Light."

The Vessel that bore Jesus in the womb was Mary; the vessel that bore Christianity to the New World was the Santa Maria.

Despite the lack of present-day instrumentation, Columbus, on subsequent voyages, unerringly returned again and again to the exact locations from which he left. It is for this reason he was admiringly referred to by the sobriquet, "The Navigator."

On October 12, 1492, Columbus fulfilled the destiny and liturgy that was ordained for him by the location of his birth. As he set foot upon the soil of the New World, he dropped to one knee and humbly named the land San Salvador, Holy Savior, in the name of that most precious spiritual cargo which he unknowingly carried within himself his entire life.

THE ISLANDERS - A Fable

PINK FLOYD - Is There Anybody Out There?

"When the student is ready, the teacher will come."

In 1973, the year of my CREATION EXPERIENCE - a year whose digits add up to "20," which in Numerology signifies "The Awakening," a great spiritual teacher, Sufi Mystic Nawab-Zada Sayed Idries Shah el-Hashimi, the Sufi Teacher of the Age, revealed himself as such to me in a mystical manner not understood by the "Uninitiated," to pass on to me the secret traditions behind all religious and philosophical systems.

Superficially, this fable, which I am retelling to you, appears to be about swimmers and builders of ships. However, it is a cryptic message, a parable if you will, designed to convey meaning to those whom Jesus referred to as, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear!"

Freemasons, Sufis, Templars, Gnostics, and others who are possessed of "Double Knowledge," will see that the name of the original community in the fable, "El Ar," is an anagram for "Real," and that the name adopted by the revolutionaries of the fable is "Please," which can be arranged to form the word "Asleep."

The fable is not complete, because there are still people left here on the Island.

This is an attempt to find the "Others." Thus far, in my 43 year Quest, I have found two others.

Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"
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THE ISLANDERS - A Fable
By Nawab-Zada Sayed Idries Shah el-Hashimi
[Idries Shah was born at Simla in the Himalayas and is Grand Sheikh of the Sufis and the eldest son of the Nawab (the Mohammedan equivalent of Maharaja) of Sardana, near Delhi in India. His family originates from the principality of Pagham in the Hindu Khoosh, where his ancestors have reigned since 1221, and claims senior descent from Mohammed in Islam.]

Once upon a time, there lived an ideal community in a far-off land. Its members had no fears as we now know them. Instead of uncertainty and vacillation, they had a purposefulness and a fuller means of expressing themselves.

Although there were none of its stresses and tensions which mankind now considers essential to its progress, their lives were richer, because other, better elements replaced these things.

Theirs, therefore, was a slightly different mode of existence. We could almost say that our present perceptions are a crude, makeshift version of the real ones that this community possessed.

They had real lives, not semi-lives.

They had a leader, who discovered that their country was to become uninhabitable for a period of, shall we say, 20,000 years. He planned their escape, realizing that their descendants would be able to return home successfully, only after many trials.

He found for them a place of refuge, an island whose features were only roughly similar to those of the original homeland.

Because of the difference in climate and situation, the immigrants had to undergo a transformation.

This made them more physically and mentally adapted to the new circumstances: coarse perceptions, for instance, were substituted for finer ones, as when the manual laborer becomes toughened in response to the needs of his calling.

In order to reduce the pain which a comparison between the old and new states would bring, they were made to forget the past almost entirely.

Only the most shadowy recollection of it remained, yet it was sufficient to be awakened when the time came.

The system was very complicated but well arranged. The organs by means of which the people survived on the island were also made the organs of enjoyment, physical and mental. The organs which were really constructive in the old homeland were placed in a special form of abeyance and linked with the shadowy memory, in preparation for its eventual activation.

Slowly and painfully the immigrants settled down, adjusting themselves to the local conditions. The resources of the island were such that, coupled with effort and a certain form of guidance, people would be able to escape to a further island on the way back to their original home. This was the first of a succession of islands upon which gradual acclimatization took place.

The responsibility of this “evolution” was vested in those individuals who could sustain it. These were necessarily only a few because for the mass of the people the effort of keeping both sets of knowledge in their consciousness was virtually impossible. One of them seemed to conflict with the other. Certain specialists guarded the “special science.”

This “secret,” the method of effecting the transition, was nothing more or less than the knowledge of maritime skills and their application. The escape needed an instructor, raw materials, people, effort, and understanding. Given these, people could learn to swim, and also to build ships.

The people who were originally in charge of the escape operation made it clear to everyone that a certain preparation was necessary before anyone could learn to swim or even take part in building a ship. For a time the process continued satisfactorily.

Then a man who had been found, for the time being, lacking in the necessary qualities rebelled against this order and managed to develop a masterly idea. He had observed that the effort to escape placed a heavy and often seemingly unwelcome burden upon the people. At the same time, they were disposed to believe things which they were told about the escape operation. He realized that he could acquire power, and also revenge himself upon those who had undervalued him, as he thought, by simple exploitation of these two sets of facts.

He would merely offer to take away the burden, by affirming that there was no burden.

He made his announcement: “There is no need for man to integrate his mind and train it in the way which has been described to you. The human mind is already a stable and continuous, consistent thing. You have been told that you have to become a craftsman in order to build a ship. I say, not only do you not need to be a craftsman – you do not need a ship at all!

"An islander needs only to observe a few simple rules to survive and remain integrated into society. By the exercise of common sense, born into everyone, he can attain anything upon this island, our home, the common property and heritage of all.”

The tonguester, having gained a great deal of interest among the people, now proved his message by saying: “If there is any reality in ships and swimming, show us ships which have made the journey, and swimmers who have come back!”

This was a challenge to the instructors which they could not meet. It was based upon an assumption of which the bemused herd could not now see the fallacy. You see, ships never returned from the other land. Swimmers, when they did come back, had undergone a fresh adaptation which made them invisible to the crowd.

The mob pressed for demonstrative proof.

“Shipbuilding,” said the escapers, in an attempt to reason with the revolt, “is an art and a craft. The learning and the exercise of this lore depend upon special techniques. These together make up a total activity, which cannot be examined piecemeal, as you demand. This activity has an impalpable element, called ‘Baraka,’ from which the word ‘barque’ – a ship – is derived. This word means ‘the Subtlety,’ and cannot be shown to you.”

“Art, craft, total, Baraka, nonsense!” shouted the revolutionaries.

And so they hanged as many shipbuilding craftsmen as they could find.

The new gospel was welcomed on all sides as one of liberation. Man had discovered that he was already mature! He felt, for the time at least, as if he had been released from responsibility.

Most other ways of thinking were soon swamped by the simplicity and comfort of the revolutionary concept. Soon it was considered to be a basic fact, which had never been challenged by any rational person. Rational, of course, meant anyone who harmonized with the general theory itself, upon which society was now based.

Ideas that opposed the new one were easily called irrational. Anything irrational was bad. Thereafter, even if he had doubts, the individual had to suppress them or divert them, because he must at all costs be thought rational.

It was not very difficult to be rational. One had only to adhere to the values of society. Further, evidence of the truth of rationality abounded—providing that one did not think beyond the life of the island.

Society had now temporarily equilibrated itself within the island and seemed to provide plausible completeness if viewed by means of itself. It was based upon reason plus emotion, making both seem plausible. Cannibalism, for instance, was permitted on rational grounds. The human body was found to be edible. Edibility was a characteristic of food. Therefore the human body was food.

In order to compensate for the shortcomings of this reasoning, a makeshift was arranged. Cannibalism was controlled, in the interests of society. Compromise was the trademark of temporary balance. Every now and again someone pointed out a new compromise, and the struggle between reason, ambition, and community produced some fresh social norms.

Since the skills of boatbuilding had no obvious application within this society, the effort could easily be considered absurd. Boats were not needed—there was nowhere to go. The consequences of certain assumptions can be made to “prove” those assumptions. This is what is called a pseudo certainty, the substitute for real certainty. It is what we deal in every day when we assume that we will live another day. But our islanders applied it to everything.

The words “displeasing” and “unpleasant” were used on the island to indicate anything which conflicted with the new gospel, which was itself known as “Please.” The idea behind this was that people would now please themselves, within the general need to please the State. The State was taken to mean all the people.

It is hardly surprising that from quite early times the very thought of leaving the island filled most people with terror. Similarly, very real fear is to be seen in long-term prisoners who are about to be released. “Outside” the place of captivity is a vague, unknown, threatening world.

The island was not a prison. But it was a cage with invisible bars, more effective than obvious ones ever could be.

The insular society became more and more complex, and we can look at only a few of its outstanding features. Its literature was a rich one. In addition to cultural compositions, there were numerous books that explained the values and achievements of the nation. There was also a system of allegorical fiction, which portrayed how terrible life might have been, had society not arranged itself in the present reassuring pattern.

From time to time instructors tried to help the whole community to escape. Captains sacrificed themselves for the reestablishment of a climate in which the now concealed shipbuilders could continue their work. All these efforts were interpreted by historians and sociologists with reference to conditions on the island, without thought for any contact outside this closed society.

Plausible explanations of almost anything were comparatively easy to produce. No principle of ethics was involved because scholars continued to study with genuine dedication what seemed to be true. “What more can we do?” they asked, implying by the word “more” that the alternative might be an effort of quantity.

Or they asked each other, “What else can we do?” assuming that the answer might be “else”—something different. Their real problem was that they assumed themselves able to formulate the questions, and ignored the fact that the questions were every bit as important as the answers.

Of course, the islanders had plenty of scope for thought and action within their own small domain. The variations of ideas and differences of opinion gave the impression of freedom of thought. Thought was encouraged, providing that it was not “absurd.”

Freedom of speech was allowed. It was of little use without the development of understanding, which was not pursued.

The work and the emphasis of the navigators had to take on different aspects in accordance with the changes in the community. This made their reality even more baffling to the students who tried to follow them from the island point of view.

Amid all the confusion, even the capacity to remember the possibility of escape could at times become an obstacle.

The stirring consciousness of escape potential was not very discriminating.

More often than not the eager would-be escapers settled for any kind of substitute.

A vague concept of navigation cannot become useful without orientation. Even the most eager potential shipbuilders had been trained to believe that they already had that orientation. They were already mature. They hated anyone who pointed out that they might need preparation.

Bizarre versions of swimming or shipbuilding often crowded out possibilities of real progress. Very much to blame were the advocates of pseudo-swimming or allegorical ships, mere hucksters, who offered lessons to those as yet too weak to swim, or passages on ships which they could not build.

The needs of the society had originally made necessary certain forms of efficiency and thinking which developed into what was known as science. This admirable approach, so essential in the fields where it had application, finally outran its real meaning. The approach called “scientific,” soon after the “Please” revolution, became stretched until it covered all manner of ideas.

Eventually, things that could not be brought within its bounds became known as “unscientific,” another convenient synonym for “bad.” Words were unknowingly taken prisoner and then automatically enslaved.

In the absence of a suitable attitude, like people who, thrown upon their own resources in a waiting room, feverishly read magazines, the islanders absorbed themselves in finding substitutes for the fulfillment which was the original (and indeed the final) purpose of this community’s exile.

Some were able to divert their attention more or less successfully into mainly emotional commitments. There were different ranges of emotion, but no adequate scale for measuring them. All emotion was considered to be “deep” or “profound”—at any rate more profound than non-emotion. Emotion, which was seen to move people to the most extreme physical and mental acts known, was automatically termed “deep.”

The majority of people set themselves targets or allowed others to set them for them. They might pursue one cult after another, or money, or social prominence. Some worshiped some things and felt superior to all the rest. Some, by repudiating what they thought worship was, thought that they had no idols, and could therefore safely sneer at all the rest.

As the centuries passed, the island was littered with the debris of these cults. Worse than ordinary debris, it was self-perpetuating. Well-meaning and other people combined the cults and recombined them, and they spread anew. For the amateur and intellectual, this constituted a mine of academic or “initiatory” material, giving a comforting sense of variety.

Magnificent facilities for the indulging of limited “satisfactions” proliferated. Palaces and monuments, museums and universities, institutes of learning, theater, and sports stadiums almost filled the island. The people naturally prided themselves on these endowments, many of which they considered to be linked in a general way with ultimate truth, though exactly how this was so escaped almost all of them.

Shipbuilding was connected with some dimensions of this activity but in a way unknown to almost everyone.

Clandestinely the ships raised their sails, the swimmers continued to teach swimming…

The conditions on the island did not entirely fill these dedicated people with dismay. After all, they too had originated in the very same community, and had indissoluble bonds with it, and with its destiny.

But they very often had to preserve themselves from the attentions of their fellow citizens. Some “normal” islanders tried to save them from themselves. Others tried to kill them, for an equally sublime reason. Some even sought their help eagerly, but could not find them.

All these reactions to the existence of the swimmers were the result of the same cause, filtered through different kinds of minds. This cause was that hardly anyone now knew what a swimmer really was, what he was doing, or where he could be found.

As the life of the island became more and more civilized, a strange but logical industry grew up. It was devoted to ascribing doubts about the validity of the system under which the society lived. It succeeded in absorbing doubts about social values by laughing at them or satirizing them. The activity could wear a sad or happy face, but it really became a repetitious ritual. A potentially valuable industry, it was often prevented from exercising its really creative function.

People felt that having allowed their doubts to have temporary expression, they would in some way assuage them, exorcise them, almost propitiate them. Satire passed for meaningful allegory; allegory was accepted but not digested. Plays, books, films, poems, lampoons were the usual media for this development, though there was a strong section of it in more academic fields.

For many islanders it seemed more emancipated, more modern or progressive, to follows this cult rather than the older ones.

Here and there a candidate still represented himself to a swimming instructor, to make his bargain. Usually what amounted to a stereotyped conversation took place.

“I want to learn to swim.”

“Do you want to make a bargain about it?”

“No. I only have to take my ton of cabbage.”

“What cabbage?”

“The food which I will need on the other island.”

“There is better food there.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I cannot be sure. I must take my cabbage.”

“You cannot swim, for one thing, with a ton of cabbage.”

“Then I cannot go. You call it a load. I call it my essential nutrition.”

“Suppose, as an allegory, we say not ‘cabbage’ but ‘assumptions,’ or ‘destructive ideas’?”

“I am going to take my cabbage to some instructor who understands my needs.”

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We're all fractionated parts of the One, like separate cups, each filled with water (Spirit, Life) from the same source. When the cup is broken (Death), the water returns to the source from which it came, drops returning to the Ocean, the One True Consciousness.

The Universe (Existence) is a Hologram, a Projection. Break it into tiny pieces and each piece retains the image of the Whole. Each one of us is everyone and everything. There are no others, only ourselves in different forms. That's why Jesus said, "I am in the Father and the Father is in Me, because I and my Father are One."

We should make every effort to see ourselves in others and to understand why, when you forgive, you are forgiven; why when you judge others, you, yourself are judged; why we were given the Golden Rule and the Two Great Commandments.

So many have tried to explain Existence in such complex technical terms, that it's no wonder there is confusion and lack of understanding. Science is now spending billions of dollars searching for the God Particle, the Higgs Boson, from which it is believed all matter originated, i.e., the "Nothingness" from which everything came by dividing itself over and over again.

Two-thousand years ago, St. Paul did his best to explain this most elusive of all mysteries to an audience of lower calibrated awareness, by saying, "By One Spirit are we all baptized into one Body, whether we bond or free, Jews or Gentiles."

We're like a string of multi-colored Christmas lights on the Tree of Life. When one bulb (body) goes out (dies), the Electricity (life) completes the circuit and returns to the Source (God) from which it came. Electricity (Life) never dies. When the burnt bulb (body) is replaced on the string with a new bulb (body), it lights up, sometimes with parts of the same electricity (Life) that once illuminated other Bulbs, accounting for prodigies, genius, talent, and belief in Reincarnation.

When all the bulbs are finally extinguished (the End Time, Kali Yuga, End of the Age, etc.), the Electricity (Life) gathers back into itself as One again (the Big Sleep, the Night of Brahman, Absolute Potentiality).

The Law of Conservation states that the sum total of energy and matter is constant; it can neither be created nor destroyed. This applies to Life, as well. The Three are a Trinity; three aspects of the One; One and the Same.



TOGETHER AGAIN
My tears have stopped falling
The long lonely nights are now at an end
The key to my heart you hold in your hand
And nothing else matters now we're together again
[ steel guitar ]
Together again the grey skies're gone
You're back in my arms now where you belong
The love that I knew is living again
And nothing else matters now we're together again
And nothing else matters now we're together again

WE MUST NEVER FORGET! REMEMBERING 911.

"WE ARE THE EAGLE"
by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

When you killed the Gentle Children you broke our Father’s Heart;
We cannot bear His Grief and Hurt, the tears that dare not start.
He commanded us very clearly “Thou Shall Not Kill!”
How could you harm His Loved Ones and make their voices still?
Are we really Brothers, evil as you are?
You’ve revealed yourself not of our Sun but of some Eastern Star.
When first you murdered in the Distant Past,
Our blinding rage was fierce and we reached for stones to cast.
But that Protective Mark He gave you was a shield against our Wrath;
“Do him no harm,” He said. “He’s on a different Path.”
Then among the Men of Peace you hid preaching your Scriptural Lie:
“Kill yourselves and God’s Children and you’ll be in Heaven when you die.”
O’, you evil deluded Slime beyond the most corrupt;
You foolishly attacked our Mountain a volcano long ready to erupt.
How dare you defile our Kingdom the very Land We Love!
You’re an Evil Serpent among us cloaked in the guise of a Dove.
O’, rejoice aloud of your treachery; sing songs of it in your streets;
Beat the Drums of Joy and Laughter to applaud your sinful feats.
The Eagle will soon be coming; He’s spread His Wings to fly;
He’s sharpening His Beak and Talons; His mission to make you Die.
We are the Eagle, God’s Own Bird;
Majestic in our position, Obedient to His Word.
We shall be the Witnesses at the Judgment of your Soul,
To erase your name forever from the Father’s Living Scroll.