In
a time when lonely old ladies were being burned for witchcraft and
young men were tied with bundles of sticks to light these fires, a
woman died at childbirth on the edge of a village. The child's name was
Brian, because he was born in the briars. He grew to be a lover of men;
but these were dangerous times for brotherly love. Brian therefore
lived a lonely life of heartache, and hatred for the ignorant folk with
whom he daily bargained to survive. Until he met Damien, the werewolf.
Damien
was a special werewolf, for he loved Man, and longed for a maiden to
bear a pack of frisky pups. But most people are stupid, and fear all
creatures of God's design that they cannot tame for their own selfish
needs.
It was, of course, on a night of the Full Moon that the
howling began. The townfolk bolted their doors and did not set foot
outside their cottages--except Brian, who loved adventure. On the third
Full Moon of the Howling, Brian hid himself in the forest where he last
heard the werewolf's cries.
Brian's patience was rewarded, for
there in a clearing under the brilliance of an August Moon, appeared
Damien. "What a magnificent creature," thought Brian. "His fur glistens
with resin, and he steps around the little blossoms."
Now, the
werewolf has a sharp sense of smell and keen ears; but Brian was
crouched downwind in the nettle, possessed by the stillness of all
creatures of the wood before the werewolf howls.
Damien raised
his face to the moon and pierced the night with the cry of a soul that
is damned. Tears sparkled down the canine face, and Brian quietly wept.
The
howling only ceased when the moon hung low in the sky. Then the
werewolf sat on a rock and sobbed, covering his wet face with large,
soiled hands. Brian wanted to surrender himself to the werewolf, but he
knew it was not the time. When the werewolf vanished into the forest
again, Brian stepped into the clearing and sat on the rock, and
thought. Then he picked some clover, placed them on the rock, and went
home.
On the fourth Full Moon there was no howling, and the
villagers rejoiced. Except Brian. He crouched all night in the nettle,
but the werewolf never returned. The clover was gone, however. But it
could have been washed away by the rain, or blown by the wind, or woven
into a nest. Brian placed another bouquet on the rock; and cried, and
slept, beside it.
When he awoke, the werewolf lay beside him.
"You were shivering," said Damien. Brian trembled in the warmth of the
werewolf's arms, and his heart leapt for joy. He nuzzled his face in
the werewolf's chest, and the scent of cedar filled his nostrils. But
when he tried to kiss the werewolf on the nose, it leapt from their bed
of rotting leaves.
"I brought you some breakfast," said Damien,
and scooped some quails' eggs from the ground. When Brian began
gathering sticks to light a fire, the werewolf grabbed his arm. "No.
Just eat them," said the werewolf, who cracked open an egg and licked
the gooey substance from the cup of his hand. Brian smiled and ate
quails' eggs until his stomach could hold no more.
This is how Brian learned to live in the forest and find shelter, food, and companionship, without bargaining.
"Damien,"
said Brian one day as they rested in a meadow of dogwood, "I pray every
night that God will turn me into a woman, so our love would be
complete."
Damien looked down at his companion whose head was
resting against his thigh. "Our love is complete," said the werewolf,
caressing the brow of his only friend.
But Brian longed to
please the werewolf in more than a filial way--and the werewolf
understood. For each in his agony had found a place in his heart to
love the other.
The villagers lived without fear of the werewolf
for five, peaceful years. And Brian learned many mysteries of the ways
of nature from the tender wisdom of his friend.
Every evening,
as the sun slipped below the hills of Devonshire, Damien would sing
songs on the lute that Brian carved for him out of birch wood:
"When I saw you sleeping in the briar, I knew you were dreaming of me. We live in the dale of Clover-on-rock, Beneath the cherry tree."
And
under the veil of night, deep in the forest, they embraced. Brian would
whisper himself to sleep: "My dear, beautiful, wolf friend."
One day, when Brian was gathering rosebuds for tea, he heard Damien's howl. It came from the village.
By
the time he got there, it was all over. The ignorant folk had captured
and killed the werewolf. Brian returned to the woods and watched, all
night long, the village festivities around the bonfire to celebrate the
death of his gentle friend.
Where the blood had been spilled,
now grows Wolf's Bane. And for a hundred years after the murder of
Brian's beloved friend, the townfolk bolted their doors against the
fullness of the moon, and the howl of a werewolf on the edge of the
forest.
I
can't help but admire the wickedly CLEVER psychological strategies to
literally HYPNOTIZE or seduce readers into an emotional froth. They're
GOOD. They're masters of sophistry!
sophistry
n. < 'sâfistrE >: 1. The art or process of cunning, often
fallacious reasoning. 2. The practice of a sophist; fallacious
reasoning; reasoning that is sound in appearance only.
The
author of this particular piece of anti-gay vitriol, is one David
Kupelian (see his photo above). Here are sample quotes that convey his
blind bigotry and false claims:
"Deep
down, people of conscience know homosexuality is neither an innocent,
inborn 'minority' characteristic like skin color, nor a conscious
choice to become evil and to corrupt others."
Phrases
like "deep down" and "people of conscience" are prime examples of
sophistry; for they are not backed up by any evidence. They are,
however, persuasive memes to the poorly educated, which includes most
Americans these days (thanks to the dumbing down of our public
education over the last 30 years). Also, Kupelian's tacit assumption
that homosexuals are intrinsically "evil" and "corrupt", without
presenting any evidence whatsoever, begs the intelligent reader to
write him off as a genuine homophobe. Bingo! - Zeke
"Simple
case in point: homosexual activists call their movement 'gay
rights.'...describing their battle from the get-go as one over 'rights'
implies homosexuals are being denied the basic freedoms of citizenship
that others enjoy."
The very real
threats of being bashed, fired from a job, and rejected by one's
family--just for telling folks you're gay--is indeed a CLEAR denial of
one's basic freedoms. No question.- Zeke
"Even
more outrageous was the suggestion by openly 'gay' New Hampshire
Episcopal Bishop Gene Robinson--a comment he quickly retracted after a
firestorm of protest--that Jesus Christ was a homosexual!"
So
what if Jesus is homosexual? Why would this suggestion generate a
firestorm, unless those so outraged are brainwashed from birth to
blindly hate gay people? Many blacks honor Christ as a negro; myriad
Asians celebrate Him as oriental. As a Gnostic Christian myself, I
prefer to worship Jesus and his Father as homosexuals. And that should
be respected as my right to religious freedom. And shame on Gene for retracting his honest surmisal! He did gay rights no favor by waffling.- Zeke
"And
make no mistake, the 'gay rights' agenda, which includes indoctrinating
kindergartners with pro-homosexual propaganda and legalizing same-sex
marriage, is extraordinarily subversive to America's foundational
values and institutions."
It is in
childhood we're the most susceptible to ideas, including prejudice.
Teach them at an early age that black people are human beings, too, and
you'll have less problems with racism. Is that "indoctrination"? Teach
them about the humanity of all minorities, and you'll have less
prejudice in society. Why should homosexuals remain a target of hatred?
(Blood lust? Pact with the devil?) "Mistake", "indoctrination".
"subversive": all buzz words for sophists to stir up hot, irrational
emotions among those already strongly prejudiced. - Zeke
"As
you no doubt already know, the establishment press is oriented far to
the left of the American mainstream, as study after study for the past
three decades has documented beyond rational dispute."
"No
doubt already know"? What a rude assumption, putting words in our
mouths! When in fact, mainstream media has been sold off to major
corporations now largely owned by right-wing organizations. "Study
after study"? Yet he can't even cite ONE! "Documented beyond rational
dispute"? Oh, I get it: anyone who even so much as makes a peep against
any of his (false) claims must be (ipso facto) "irrational". Mr.
Kupelian simply REEKS of sophistry! In truth, mainstream media is
mostly right-wing these days, as it is run by large global corporations
for whom profit is the bottom line. (See "Exposing the media bias hoax" for an honest appraisal.) - Zeke
So
this is what we're up against...what I'M up against, quite literally!
And a handful of bless-ed others, not the least of which is my dear
e-friend Thomas Keske.
We
need to out-clever, outwit, out-brilliant their OWN writers and
speakers! We cannot PERMIT the enemy to rule this planet, or all is
doomed!
Are you scared? I'm not. Do you fear we won't even come CLOSE to answering this call to Victory? I don't.
For
I am CONFIDENT in my angels: that they supply me with whatever weapons
necessary for each situation, and with whatever skills necessary to
utilize these weapons. And my greatest weapon, my Excalibur, IS the
spoken and written word!
And even were I the only good guy so
gifted (which of course I'm not), my FAITH in Our Creator is such that
our Victory is STILL guaranteed!
So stun yourself with the
wicked and clever tongue of the Religious Reich, by reading that
article in full: you WILL be shocked. And know that this sort of
homophobic smut is being WIDELY DISPERSED through all the various forms
of mainstream media. Can you say NAZI PROPAGANDA? Kupelian's article is
from a major Religio-Fascist zine called "WorldNetDaily.com".
It
is a tale about a fictional billionaire in the near future, who decided
he could make this a better world by giving a free, high quality laptop
to every destitute person in the world. (This, after receiving over
many months, unending pleas by e-mail to help the starving children of
Africa.)
I also posted this parable to pagan, shaman, and other spiritual (and gay) newsgroups (same date). Click here to view one such article via Google.
This will verify the date.
Well,
yesterday, Oct. 3, the SF Chronicle's technology section published a
news article entitled: "MIT Team prepares $100 laptop for children
across Third World" (page F2). (I live in SF, and read the local
newspapers daily.)
Unfortunately, I can't find that particular
article in their online news archives, so I'll have to refer you to a
couple of online sources:
The
first reference (Bostonist) includes an illustration similar to
mine...that is why you should view my Laptop Billionaire tale on my
weblog: to compare their image with mine. Theirs shows a laptop with
Third-World children's hands reaching out in the screen. Mine shows a
Third-World child's face holding up a scratch board with binary
numerals.
This is no coincidence: I am a prophet, whose angels
have assured me some years back that my prophecies would be
increasingly affirmed and proven to a larger and larger audience across
the world. (After many years experience all this in private: a most
frustrating experience, however wondrous...just goes with the turf of
being a queer shaman).
Thus, I bring attention to this latest
revelation. Certainly good news for gay people, and all other
persecuted souls...and pagans, for that is the tradition which I follow
most reverently.
