End Of Days @ MindSay 
I finally found work, and so far I like it. I think I'll catch on pretty fast, especially since I don't want to be fired too soon. Unfortunately it's only 4 hours x 5 days in my schedule, and at a little above minimum wage, I'm not going to be getting much out of it like I could have working full time during the summer.
Ugh, I need to fix my sleeping schedule so I'm not passing out in class.
we've been here so long. we've loved, we've lost.
we read the art of truth, the art of stories and tales.
fiction and non fiction. who's to say its not real?
we've spoken for days on end. those days you spent sleeping, weeping. we were having a conversation. why else does a cynical heart wake up three days later, still tired, but tender and soft?
Why else does thast heart weep to read a beatiful tale?
those days have been treasures. amongst your promises to write every word, we laugh knowing that you'll forget. you'll carry it in your heart, and you'll see things and remember. but you wont be able to write.
like the trinket you have in your hands. theone that fit so perfectly, so accidently.
you remember, dont you?
do you, the one reading these words from our sister's fingers, remember? a time so much larger than yourselves, it frightens you away...
can you feel it in your bones?
you silly little humans. oh we love you, our brothers and sisters. times come near, and some feel it.
some know it. few see it.
like my sister here, she sees a future. she worries to share it, for even in its beauty, it would burden a weaker soul.
its not your fault you cannot bear it. it's not to say you are any less mystical or divine. or beautiful. some just cannot bear what would be heavy knowledge. as its been for a long time,
this knowledge carries hope. slowly, this race might avert war. if not wholly, it might change it. shorten its path, lengthen it. whichever it chooses.
but we arent here to speak of that, are we?
yes, with a human mind asking us, enquiring, we go off on tangents.
but dear hearts. rejoice in the creation of your hands, thoughts, actions.
rejoice in what has been deemed small.
rejoice in whats around you for you may not wake up tomorrow, and the soul weeps to find it cannot feel.
dont be afraid to love, to jump.
dont be afraid to succeeed.
there are things ahead of you, that we cannot say for it is yours to discover, not ours to say.
oh little sister you want a better answer even thoguh you expected nothing more than what we've said.
love what your hands have wrought, and the bellies they'll fill, the backs they will clothe, the skin they will adorn. there is so much to do, and you never were one for big things.
take the small and embrace your future, becausein your life there will be more rewards in small happinesses than there ever is in the large. do not fret, do not worry about the rest of your life. we'll deal with it when we get there, and you'll not be alone.
and the answer to your question... while you worry about it getting in the way, if you apply yourself, this year can be for more than just experience and growth on one level.
this is a time of opportunity, it is a lull in your young life. may you find good joy in hard work, and determination to make your space sacred. put yourself in that white embrace, and learn to focus, now that you have been assured of the skills you can reap.
overcome the matter with the mind.
you can do it as fast or slow as you please.
ah yes. what about love?
well my dearest daughter.
there is much to say, but you know it all. in your heart, you know it.
there will be one, there will be many.
if you accept it, it will come.
dont worry, your time will never be wasted.
and give all a fair chance. just out of love, if not desire to be in their place.
dont worry, there will always be one to keep you grounded.
dont worry about dying alone. don't worry about going on unloved.
paitience is important for someone like you.
i daresay you've had plenty these years ofyour life, but flesh speaks for itself.
oh dear daughter, dearheart. rest and glory in yourself.
do not worry.
all will be well...
all will be well....
As, the title says, I think I may be the anti-Christ.
Now, I know I pledged not to blog on, read, comment, or otherwise on religion. But as this would qualify as anti-religion/end of religion perhaps it is allowed.
So being raised in a Christian household, being a Jesus-freak in my formative years, I heard alot about the end times, how close we were, etc. In those stories, the Anti-Christ plays a central role. (For those who haven't studied the Revelations of John, the Anti-Christ becomes the conduit by which the end times occur, eventually being the servant of Satan, although not at the beginning and not from birth as portrayed in the Omen, etc.)
So there are apparently some "warning signs", characteristics, etc of the Anti-Christ. my father had a "Biography of the Anti-Christ" that I read as a boy. Essentially, using prophecy it tells the story of the Anti-Christ minus his name.
I won't hit every point, and not every point applies, but there are striking similarities. For instance, the Anti-Christ will be born on the Eastern Bank of a river. This is assumed to be the Jordan River, making the Anti-Christ a Jew or Arab, but the hospital in which I was born rests on the Eastern Bank of a River, as well as, on the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay.
It is also said that the Anti- Christ will be raised in the ways of God. Taking this to mean in a god-fearing household- well I've said before my parents are very religious. I was raised in the church, my father is a pastor. I was a Jesus Freak in my formative years even- being REALLY into God.
It is prophesized that entering adult hood, the anti-Christ would rebuke Christ, calling him a false god and writing religion in his own way. Well- if you read my blog at all, you will see that my belief lies right along that path. I use the Bible as a basis for my faith- so I could be perverting the word of God, if you see it that way
It is said that the Anti-Christ will come from very little and being known by no one to rise to a place of great power. I came from a small town in a rural area- my life goal is to be President.
It is written that the Anti-Christ will have a commanding knowledge of Bibilical, Classical and topical subjects. Well, my fascination with history and obsession with politics plus the Church background would qualify.
It is said that the Anti-Christ will have a pull towards people, a charm if you will, that will make people listen, believe, and follow his words. I will quote a "friend" from high school. She was really just a popular girl who I had no chance with, but I would often find sitting attentively listen to me "preach" on this subject or another. She said *to paraphrase* There were open discussions about you. Why people would sit and listen to you and let you go on and on. Why girls could ever be interested in you *says something about how SHE felt about my looks*? And why you became who you became in school. But, I think I've figured it out. There are three things about you that just entrapm people. Your eyes. Your smile. And the sound of your voice. It draws people in.- I'll let that speak for itself.
It is said that the Anti-Christ will come preaching peace- Well, you all know that I'm anti-Iraq, Pro- two state solution, etc ... very pro-peace.
It is said that the Anti-Christ will bring war to Israel- See two state solution above- and my Pro-Palestinean stance.
It is said that the Anti-Christ will cause everyone to be marked with his sign- Well, I recently began advocating that every immigrant or Visa holder be implanted with an IRDF chip so that we can keep better track of them. Historically, I have also been an advocate for similar implants for commerce- aiding against ID theft and common crimes. These have been called the first-gen of a sign of the beast.
Anyway, thats a few. A compelling argument in my head- and now seeing it down and out there- seems to remain pretty compelling.
Any thoughts? Comments? Well-wishes? Donations? Vows of servitude to the NWO? ;)
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead...
And all the power and the glory of the end of days for such is my career as a machinist...
I know I have prophesized my demise in days long gone past, but this time it feels different, it feels far closer to reality, it feels as if it were a given...
In my long and varied career in the realm of manual labour, there are things that I know for certain, and I know that once a member of management decides that an employee would be better off doing something else as a means for providing his or her daily bread, it will happen one way or another. Once a couple of jobs ago, it happened to me before, but that time I allowed myself to voluntarily terminate my employment, and I vowed that it would never end that way again. And it shan't for I will force them to do it on their own, and they are the one who will have to live with the consequences for in this world what goes around comes around - the circle will not be broken...
Karma is a groovy thing; just ask my former manager who forced me out of that job so many years gone passed...
And around and around this world turns on its journey through space and around and my thoughts turn for this is my fate in this existence - to think about the world as it turns. As one door closes another opens, as one day ends another begins, and such is life...
I suppose I should be angry about the entire situation that I find myself in, but that is not the case. I just go about my job awaiting the end...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Gimme an Amen, Brothers and Sisters...
For the Discontent...
These are the days of our discontent
When think of things that we regret -
Those carefree days of youth we spent
With dear old friends we've just met.
Those days have faded from our sight
They are gone, long gone for good
And since those days, we're not quite right
We can't remember though we wish we could...
So now we sit and think them lost
Those glory days of another time
Our minds are gripped by an early frost
We cannot remember - forget the cost
This is the day of our discontent
When Death is calling from our graves
We go with not an argument
And pray that our souls He saves
This is the end, I cannot lie
That we shall all one day must die
Shed not a tear, we cannot cry
Our souls have left, we see them fly...
These are the Musings of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Musings...
Showing 1 - 5. [ Next ]
