In the five years since I first saw the monument at Koblenz, I have witnessed the world careen wildly out of control. It’s as if someone has seized the steering wheel and driven the bus right over the cliff. In my capacity as a writer, I scream but no one seems to hear. Current events could be likened to having a nightmare while enduring sleep paralysis. Those that were once human have become cogs in a machine that grinds inexorably toward apocalypse. Ian Fleming could not have invented a better villain than Klaus Schwab and his supporting cast of henchmen like Bill Gates and George Soros. Joe Biden is right out of a comic book, as is Justin Trudeau and Emanuel Macron. Trump and Johnson are the envy of the Marvel Universe. The Anglo-American Empire is unable to restrain itself from its relentless prodding of Iran, China and Russia. The Jews are diabolical instigators of this senseless will toward self-annihilation while Christians provide the muscle as their enthusiastic accomplices. Islam is caught in the crossfire. To be cognizant in a simulated reality is much like sleep paralysis, a condition folklore attributes to a phantasmagorical hag sitting on one’s chest. Surely […]
This is a Fairy tale, in the truest sense, a Faerie story. Thus: Once upon a time There is a valley in central Tibet, where folklore would have it, a giant burst out of a mountain chasing a woman. The story goes, she had stolen his magic snake, or serpent creature. The giant was enormous, and his footsteps at a running pace were a mile or more apart. He was so angry at being dupped by this woman that he crushed her into the ground under his giant foot when he eventually caught up with her. But in his haste, he also crushed the magic reptile, in doing so, he disappeared, or, was reduced to dust, never to be seen again. In this same valley, it is said, a horde of giants were caught invading from the east, (China?) A ray (sun light?) was focused upon them, and they were instantly turned to stone. Their remains are still there, as weathered rock at the eastern end of the valley. As crazy as this story sounds, if you fly over this valley at the right hight, you can see a large gash in a mountainside, followed by two giant indentations in […]
