No one is safe baby! It's Halloween!

Martian Luther "Boo!"

It's Halloween, finally.  So many thoughts of this day creeping around in my mind.  Like, why was the protestant church born on this day of all days?  For it was on this day in the year 1521 that Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses which condemned the Roman Catholic Church and so began the protestant movement.  Would not this professor of biblical interpretation at the University of Wittenberg Germany know the significance of posting his 95 revolutionary theses on the door of the Castle Church on this "November Eve day?"  Of course he did!

Just as the Catholic Church itself knew the importance of this day which the Celtics celebrated as the beginning of the new year and called Samhain, for "summer goes to rest, the turning of the year when winter begins,"  the Catholics built their church converting the attendees at this "feis of Samain" by changing it to the festival of All Saints.   Those who didn't convert were then called Witches and Devils. And so, what once was a beautiful day of celebrating Summer's Harvest, became the backbone of the Christian Faith, more precisely, the Christian Festival of the Dead.


In his book "Halloween," Mark Oxbrow reminds us:  Either the Catholic Church saw the pagan feis of Samain as a direct threat that had to be eradicated and decided to replace it with a Holy festival or alternatively the dedication of the festival of All the Saints on November 1st was purely coincidental.  The truth may, in fact, be altogether more interesting and unexpected....Hallow Tide, the festival of All Saints or All Hallows, begins with its eve, Hallowe'en: it was appointed a festival in the seventh century, when the Pantheon in Rome was dedicated by the Church to the memory of the Virgin Mary and All Martyrs.  The date at that time was May 1st, but in the year 837 November the 1st was chosen as more suitable time for this observance.  This date synchronized with Samhuinn, the great autumn festival of the Celts; 'all the gods of the world, from sunrise to sunset, were worshipped on that day.'

...Its rites were destined to ensure the consecration of gathered fruits and crops, the purification from evil influences by fire, and communion with and commemoration of the dead. The chief features in Scotland were bonfires, divination, saining, and the ceremonial lighting of the neid fire.  As spirits were believed to roam abroad on Hallowe'en they might then be questioned about future destiny, or compelled, under certain spells, to restore those who had fallen under their power. 

Now, folks, the question has to be asked?  Who's day is this with pumpkins and devils and rotting pumpkins?   This day condemned by the right-wing fundamentalist Christian leaders wanting to steal your soul from truth?  You got it:  The False Religion.  The male dominated religion that feared the woman priest of the early faiths.  The Pumpkin-heads.

Surely, Martin Luther knew this when he began his Protestant Reformation; as well as did the Catholic faith when they dedicated this beautiful day to their dead saints.  And as I light my druid candle fire this November Eve, I want to remind you there is only good and evil, light and dark, truth and lies.   And, as I have said so many times before, by following these Christians lies, we are following evil.  On this November Eve, brethren, take a step back and think about it.  Think about how the Christian dominated world has done nothing but corrupt though the ages.  Instead of giving us enlightenment it has given us greed, wars, poverty and lies.  And then, like the Republican politicians of the day, blames it on the devil.  The devil they created.  The devil they serve.  The devil they are.

Yes, everything you think you know is wrong and until we wake up and honor the real gods again, and ask for their help, we are doomed to the world we have.

It's hard I know.  To break away from the Christian faith is hard.  It took me years.  This is the night to do it.  Good luck.

Join me next Halloween when we expose the Muslim faiths for their race to the bottom with the Christians.  (No one is safe baby!  It's Halloween!)

Dr TV Boogie

Another Good Christian Speaks Out!

I read stories like this and remember why I once was a Christian:

Methodist pastor interrupts Sessions, quotes Bible, gets escorted out of room

.... 

A Methodist pastor from Massachusetts was escorted out of the room today after interrupting Attorney General Jeff Sessions to question the Trump administration’s immigration policies.

Sessions was speaking at the Boston Lawyers chapter of the Federalist Society when a man, later identified as United Methodist Pastor Will Green of Ballard Vale United Church in Andover, Mass., interrupted with quoted lines from the Bible.

“I was hungry and you did not feed me. I was a stranger and you did not welcome me. I was naked and you did not clothe me,” Green said. “Brother Jeff, as a fellow United Methodist I call upon you to repent, to care for those in need, to remember that when you do not care for others, you are wounding the body of Christ.”

The pastor was then escorted from the room. Another pastor, identified as Darrell Hamilton of First Baptist Church of Boston, also addressed Sessions and was escorted out.

Now, I get my fix on route 66, or should I say the "Chilling Adventures of Sabrina" now playing o

Halloween, yea.

 So it is October 28th.  Three days before Halloween.  No big deal... or is... it? 

It is! 

First of all, Halloween as we know it began with the bloody Celts and was called Samuin.   In a tale known as "The Wasting Sickness of Cu Chulaind and the Only Jealousy of Emer' the annual assembly at Mag Muirthemni was held over Samuin.

Each year the Ulaid held an assembly: the three days before Samuin and the three days after Samuin and Samuin itself.  They couldn't get enough Halloween it seems.

They would gather at Mag Muirthemni, and during these seven days there would be nothing but meetings and games and amusements and entertainments and eating and feasting.  That is why the thirds of Samuin are as they are today! 

In his awesome book "Halloween,"  Mark Oxbrow recants for us:

...As well as meetings, games, entertainments and copious amounts of drinking and feasting Samuin was marked by attacks by strange supernatural women....

So boys and girls, enjoy today as the beginning of the Thirds of Samuin.  Or should I say, the thirds of Halloween! 

Booo... Hurray!!!... Hiss.... Peace...  Love... Forever!!!

A message to my Republican Friends.

Sure looks crazy to me.  The right-wing nuts have been so emboldened by the Donald Trump mobs that eleven people were killed in a synagogue yesterday by a mad-man with a ton of weapons and Make America Great Again hat.  

A day before this, another right-wing nut sent pipe-bombs to popular Democrats such as former president Obama, liberal actor Robert De Niro, and the main-stream media giant, CNN.  None of them went off, and so the real Fake News outlets have been allowed to say that the Democrats have mailed the packages to themselves to gain sympathy from the voters in the upcoming mid-term elections, and the 30 percent Republican Mob following Donald Trump believes it.  

 Is this the government anyone wanted?  The conservatives can't win any elections on their true message to do away with the government programs -- not government spending, they never seem to mind that when they are in control --  such as welfare, EPA, Social Security, and the Post Office. Gone are the days when they ran on truth.  

I use to think that they would go away, now I see they won't.  The 30 percent mob is going to have their way to protect the Fake News because the Fake News benefits the rich.   The rich are paying less taxes than ever, the national debt is skyrocketing, and jews are being shot in their synagogues while liberals are being sent pipe-bombs.  

Well done America.   Well done.

On a brighter note...  election in two weeks!   

Finally a message to my Republican friends:  stay home this election, you're conscious will thank you.  This is a land of laws and truth.  Without laws and truth, we will surely all fail.   Your party is dealing in neither truth or law today.  Clean it up!

~ Dr Boogie

vote, then meditate

A wise monk was once asked if the world would get better if we all shared everything.  Would there then be no reason to kill and lie?  

In plain monkness, he answered:  'No.' 

Simple?  

Yes.  The pupil went on.  

"Why you say that! What's wrong with you!"

Monk:  "Humans will be humans and can not control anything but themselves.  So just don't kill or lie asshole.  Jeeze, what's wrong with you people.  Leave me alone.  I need to meditate." 

And so the monk did, he meditated, but later that night, a new spirit evolved.  More evil than any before.  It had no feeling for others.  It boast of its worldly goods.  It wanted everything, but had nothing.  It was scared but hid its fear by denouncing the things it didn't understand.  And the monk thought:  "Fuck this, I need to do something." 

And so he registered to vote and voted.  

So vote.  

~ The Monkster

The only hate in America is fake news.

So it is election time of year and you're wondering who's winning?  The Russians.  Here's how:

In 1959, the Soviets created a new disinformation section within the First Chief Directorate of the KGB that was initially know as Department D and later became Service A.   Its staff of fifty officers had the task of undermining the will of government and people in the NATO countries and of influencing potential allies by planting false information.  One of the first acts of the new department was to dispatch a team to West Germany to daub swastikas and anti-Jewish graffiti in several towns.  The campaign was remarkably successful and resulted in a blizzard of anti-German publicity, which portrayed the country as being in the grip of a resurgence of fascism.  

Do you think this agency went away after the wall came down and the name changed back to Russia?  

No doubt the Russians have used social media in a way to get us to hate each other.  Well, I don't hate you.  I don't hate none of you.  We are all in this together.  As John Lennon said:  "There ain't no Guru going to come from the sky to save us."  And so, we need to save each other.  Face the facts.  There is no going back to a a make-believe Megyn Kelly world where kids can dress up with black-faces for Halloween.   I grew up in an all-white suburb and none of us dressed up as racist with black faces or KKK men in sheets.   WFT!   Who's listening to these people?  Don't you realize that the talking-heads are all wrong.  Donald Trump is not a bad-guy either.  He is just a scared-kid afraid of losing.  It has been his greatest fear in life and why wouldn't it be after having been giving all the benefits from life other than love.  

On your way into work today look at the faces of the people you see.  That is the face of America and it is not going away because of Donald Trumps angry mob of voters who gather around him hoping to see a hanging.  

The only hate in America is fake news.   

 ~ Dr. Boogie

I spoke to God this morning and he wants me to say a few things about the current world.  First, for those who think they speak for him... you don't.  No one does, not even this blogger.   The reason is I have never identified myself to any of you.  Not a single one.  Not even this blogger.  For me to identify myself is like asking dirt or sun-raze to explain their selves: can't be done.  Think about it this way; you build a chair.  Can you talk to that chair?  No.  Can that chair talk to you?  No.  The only thing you can do with that chair is sit on it, or admire it, if it breaks, use it for firewood.  You are that chair I created.  So stop thinking yourself more.  

The other thing I wanted to say to you is...  nah, nothing else to say.  I'll return you to Demian.    

~ ESO Terry 

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So begins the Scorpions

Today (echo, echo, echo...)  is the 23rd of October which means it is Scorpio time of year.  Why did the ancients name this time of the year after the Scorpio?  Well, season of the witch was already taken.  No, seriously, the scorpion is regarded as "a creature, which has a very tender face to be compared with the countenance of a chaste virgin."  Like women, therefore, it has its beauty and innocent charm.  At the same time, however, its opposite end is capable of delivering a painful, possibly fatal sting, and the creature is, therefore, to be feared and avoided.  Thus the scorpion evokes the same ambivalence and the same quivering conflict of desire and fear.

Folklore also holds that the oil of the scorpion is a cure for the pain of its sting, and the scorpion is, therefore, all the more appropriate as a symbol of the fair sex, for as Hermann Hesse notes in his book Steppenwolf, "Women...relish much of scorpions, for both have stings, and both can hurt too."

And so it is with this time of year when the veil between heaven and earth is so thin.

Good haunting boys and girls.


~Demian Sinclaire

I Ching

Impressed by the impressed ones I decided to consort the I Ching.  Here's what I found out.  Breaking News at 11.

A wise teacher once said:  “You should let yourself be carried away, like the clouds in the sky.  You shouldn’t resist.  God exists in your destiny just as much as he does in the mountains, oceans, and skies. It is very difficult to understand this, because man is moving further and further away form nature, and also from himself....”

He then pointed me to the I Ching.

The I Ching has served for thousands of years as a philosophical taxonomy of the universe, a guide to an ethical life, a manual for rulers, and an oracle of one’s personal future and the future of the state.  It was an organizing principle or authoritative proof for literary and arts criticism, cartographery, medicine, and many of the sciences, and it generated endless Confucian, Taoist, Buddhist, and, later, even Christian commentaries, and competing schools of thought within those traditions.  In China and in East Asia, it has been by far the most consulted of all books, in the belief that it can explain everything.  In the West, it has been known for over three hundred years and, since the 195 0s, is surely the most popularly recognized Chinese book.

In a nut shell, the I Ching tells us of the hero Fu Xi, who studied the patterns of nature in the sky and on earth.  He studied the markings on birds, rocks, and animals, the movement of clouds, the arrangement of the stars.  He discovered that everything could be reduced to eight trigrams, each composed of three stacked solid or brown lines, reflecting the yin and yang, the duality that drives the universe.

It is an understanding machine.  And here begins my I Ching prognostication.

On October 9th, I consulted the sticks and received this info:

I shook the cup...

Until a stick came up...

And a fortune I took!

 and on that day:

....

And by October 10th everything had changed.  I won a bunch of money and met the love of my life.

Okay, not yet, but the day isn't over.

Look outside your window, feel the ether.  Is there any doubt the veil between real life and spirit life is thin? Is it any wonder witches and ghost come out this time of year?  Isn't this why so much happens is spirit land this time of year.  Since, I for one, believe Donald Trump and his Republican faithful have sold their souls to Mephistopheles, look for them to pull another rabbit out of their political hats this fall, with the help of Russia.  Speaking of which, today in history is the day we almost went to war with Russia in 1963 over nuclear missiles in Cuba.   So fitting that in today's news Donald Trump has decided to end the nuclear band with Russia.  So fitting that the previous Soviet Union/Russian leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, the man responsible for the end of communism, states that Donald Trumps plans to withdraw from the nuclear treaty is "not the work of a great mind."  

Yes, the spirits are out to play and they definitely have their man in power.   

If you really think this peaceful world we live in is an accident, think again, you'll soon see.  

so sayest me. 

~ Damian Sinclair

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The Real Trump Argument per Goethe, y'all. No pictures.

If there is a man alive today, with the intelligence, will, and ego, 

to make a pack with the Devil...

can anyone doubt who that would be?  Seriously. 

According to Goethe, it is definitely Donald Trump:

I am too old to live for folly,
Too young, to wish for nothing more.
Am I content with all creation?
Renounce! renounce! Renunciation--

Give over toying with thy sorrow
Which like a vulture feeds upon thy heart;
Thou shalt, in the worst company, to-morrow
Feel that with men a man thou art.
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the canaille to plant thee.
I'm none of your magnates, I grant thee;
Yet if thou art willing, my friend,
Through life to jog on beside me,
Thy pleasure in all things shall guide me,
To thee will I bind me,
A friend thou shalt find me,
And, e'en to the grave,
Shalt make me thy servant, make me thy slave!

And in return what service shall I render?

There's ample grace--no hurry, not the least.

No, no, the devil is an egotist,
And does not easily "for God's sake" tender
That which a neighbor may assist.
Speak plainly the conditions, come!
'Tis dangerous taking such a servant home.

I do thy service here, agree, but over yonder, thou shalt find me,
Then thou shalt do as much for me.

I care not much what's over yonder:
When thou hast knocked this world asunder,
Come if it will the other may!
Up from this earth my pleasures all are streaming,
Down on my woes this earthly sun is beaming;
Let me but end this fit of dreaming,
Then come what will, I've nought to say.
I'll hear no more of barren wonder
If in that world they hate and love,
And whether in that future yonder
There's a Below and an Above.

Bind thyself to me, and by this indenture
Thou shalt enjoy with relish keen
Fruits of my arts that man had never seen.

And what hast thou to give, poor devil?
Was e'er a human mind, upon its lofty level,
Conceived of by the like of thee?
Yet hast thou food that brings satiety,
Not satisfaction; gold that reftlessly,
Like quicksilver, melts down within
The hands; a game in which men never win;
A maid that, hanging on my breast,
Ogles a neighbor with her wanton glances;
Of fame the glorious godlike zest,
That like a short-lived meteor dances--
Show me the fruit that, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees from which new green is daily peeping! 

 Such a requirement scares me not;
Such treasures have I in my keeping.
Yet shall there also come a time, good friend,
When we may feast on good things at our leisure. 

 If ever I lie content upon a lounge of pleasure--
Then let there be of me an end!
When thou with flattery can cajole me,
Till I self-satisfied shall be,
When thou with pleasure can fool me,
Be that the last of days for me!
I lay the wager!

 Done!

Now, once for all, pleasure is not the question.
I'm sworn to passion's whirl, the agony of bliss,
The lover's hate, the sweets of bitterness.
My heart, no more by pride of science driven,
Shall open wide to let each sorrow enter,
And all the good that to man's race is given,
I will enjoy it to my being's centre,
Through life's whole range, upward and downward sweeping,
Their weal and woe upon my bosom heaping,
Thus in my single self their selves all comprehending
And with them in a common shipwreck ending.

O trust me, since I have fallen from heaven,
Have chewed this tough meat many a thousand year,
No man digests the ancient leaven,
No mortal, from the cradle to the bier.
Trust one of us, the whole, creation
To God alone belongs by right;
_He has in endless day his habitation,
_Us He hath made for utter night,
_You for alternate dark and light.

I will make America great again! 

Only despise all human wit and lore,
The highest flights that thought can soar--
Let but the lying spirit blind thee,
And with his spells of witchcraft bind thee,
Into my snare the victim creeps.--
To him has destiny a spirit given,
That unrestrainedly still onward sweeps,
To scale the skies long since hath striven,
And all earth's pleasures overleaps.
He shall through life's wild scenes be driven,
And through its flat unmeaningness,
I'll make him writhe and stare and stiffen,
And midst all sensual excess,
His fevered lips, with thirst all parched and riven,
Insatiably shall haunt refreshment's brink;
And had he not, himself, his soul to Satan given,
Still must he to perdition sink! 

Sun good for you: no shit

 Read this this morning and had to post it as this year's top "No Shit" post:

Grandma Was Right: Sunshine Helps Kill Germs Indoors

Researchers at the University of Oregon set up a study of dusty, dollhouse-size rooms to compare what happens in rooms exposed to daylight through regular glass, rooms exposed to only ultraviolet light and those kept dark. They used a mix of dust collected from actual homes in the Portland area and let the miniature rooms sit outdoors while keeping the insides at a normal room temperature.
After 90 days (because that's how long dust can hang around, even if you vacuumed), they sampled the dust and analyzed the types of bacteria present. 

 Tell me something I don't know. 

Okay, how's about this:  

The ultra violet rays from the sun is good for

• bone health
• anti-cancer
• supports the immune system
• protects against dementia and brain aging
• good for loosing excess fat
• essential for decreasing symptoms of asthma
• strengthens teeth

It's now rained for ten-days straight here in Dallas and I'm loving it! 

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Conversation With Buddha -- includes swear words.

I’ve been working on letting go of my ego.  You know, the thing that says “I have to this…,” “I need to meet her/him…,” “I’m not successful enough for….” 

The happy New-Age definition of Ego is:  The ego is a collection of beliefs and past experiences that defines how a person interacts with life.

Okay, that’s boring as shit and could take us down the road of reverse marketing, when “marketing” is a big part of why our ego’s are so fucked. 

So, let’s see what the Buddha says:

“You will not be punished from you anger, you will be punished by your anger.”

Shit, that’s because I used the “fuck” word in my blog again, isn’t it?

“Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.”
Okay, sorry for swearing, I won’t do it again.

“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.”

Okay, Buddha, I get it.  I suck.

“Pain is certain, suffering is optional.”

Now you are really confusing me.

“A man asked Me, ‘I want happiness.’  I said, ‘First remove I, that’s Ego, then remove want, that’s desire.  See, now you are left with only Happiness.”

Wow, Buddha, I think I’m getting it. 

“Don’t call me Buddha, Buddha.”
 
And so, my conversation with the Buddha ended, or… has it?