The Lie said to the Truth, "Let's take a bath together, the well water is very nice.” The Truth, still suspicious, tested the water and found out it really was nice. So they got naked and bathed. But suddenly, the Lie leapt out of the water and fled, wearing the clothes of the Truth.
The Truth, furious, climbed out of the well to get her clothes back. But the World, upon seeing the naked Truth, looked away, with anger and contempt.
Poor Truth returned to the well and disappeared forever, hiding her shame. Since then, the Lie runs around the world, dressed as the Truth, and society is very happy...because the world has no desire to know the naked Truth.
A heartfelt thank you to Dr. McCullough in braving the depths of the Well to rescue and revive Truth.
Thank you for the historical background! I think we can say that we are now at the point where we all must fight for good over evil. That’s the only meaningful distinction.
To all our Saints on All Saints Eve we thank you for your good deeds: your kindness, generosity, wisdom, and goodness. I remember fondly recently departed Zev Zelenko.
Thank you for enriching the meaning of Halloween with the religious influence and historical background. Somehow the world today seems to be in a "....state of limbo between life and death" as it was then. But maybe our saints will save us from the evil perpetrated on us.
Thank you for this history of Halloween. Unfortunately all of these religious events have been commercialised, and I wonder how many know their true meaning.
As a child growing up here in Australia, Halloween was never a 'thing '. It's only in the past decade or so that the shops go crazy selling zombie costumes, pumpkins and sweets for ' trick or treat'. No mention of what any of this signifies.
The last paragraph of your article summarises it beautifully. We appreciate and thank Dr McCullogh et al for their dedication in discovering and telling the truth. We honour and remember Dr Zelenko on this All Saints Day.
Thank you, John Leake, for a thought-provoking post. What struck me most about Dr. McCullough when I saw many interviews with him in alternative documentaries was similar to what you saw: a passion for healing and real outrage at the misinformation and likely loss of life it was causing. I also admired Dr. Zelenko for similar reasons.
The foundations of our nation rest on honest men (collective) who believe in a higher power. In the effort to diminish religion we have lost the morality lessons that once were pervasive. We have become secular without much faith, as some might desire. This has been evolving over quite some time and I'm not clear why it has affected so many. Our Sheppard has not left us but we have left him.
Thank you Dr. McCullough. Every American needs to read this. It was the Belief in God and being indivisible with the Inalienable Rights of Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness that Almighty God Our Creator gave us that was the Cornerstone of our Nation in the first place.
Steve Kirsch had a picture of Giordano Bruno in his article on the vile treatment of Dr. McCullough, which reminded me of this Czeslaw Milosz poem---he also wrote a book called The Captive Mind. I'm convinced one of the ways we can possibly comprehend the scale of what is happening is through music and poetry, and of course humor and faith. So as we remember the dead---
Campo dei Fiori
Translated by David Brooks and Louis Iribarne
In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori
baskets of olives and lemons,
cobbles spattered with wine
and the wreckage of flowers.
Vendors cover the trestles
with rose-pink fish;
armfuls of dark grapes
heaped on peach-down.
On this same square
they burned Giordano Bruno.
Henchmen kindled the pyre
close-pressed by the mob.
Before the flames had died
the taverns were full again,
baskets of olives and lemons
again on the vendors' shoulders.
I thought of the Campo dei Fiori
in Warsaw by the sky-carousel
one clear spring evening
to the strains of a carnival tune.
The bright melody drowned
the salvos from the ghetto wall,
and couples were flying
high in the cloudless sky.
At times wind from the burning
would drift dark kites along
and riders on the carousel
caught petals in midair.
That same hot wind
blew open the skirts of the girls
and the crowds were laughing
on that beautiful Warsaw Sunday.
Someone will read as moral
that the people of Rome or Warsaw
haggle, laugh, make love
as they pass by the martyrs' pyres.
Someone else will read
of the passing of things human,
of the oblivion
born before the flames have died.
But that day I thought only
of the loneliness of the dying,
of how, when Giordano
climbed to his burning
he could not find
in any human tongue
words for mankind,
mankind who live on.
Already they were back at their wine
or peddled their white starfish,
baskets of olives and lemons
they had shouldered to the fair,
and he already distanced
as if centuries had passed
while they paused just a moment
for his flying in the fire.
Those dying here, the lonely
forgotten by the world,
our tongue becomes for them
the language of an ancient planet.
Until, when all is legend
and many years have passed,
on a new Campo dei Fiori
rage will kindle at a poet's word.
Warsaw, 1943
"Campo dei Fiori" from The Collected Poems 1931-1987
There is one reality or there is none, and reality means nothing. Stop confusing perception and reality. Confusion by any method allow that dEvil doomed kind the opportunity to rule.
In keeping with the Halloween theme,
The ultimate costume....
The Lie said to the Truth, "Let's take a bath together, the well water is very nice.” The Truth, still suspicious, tested the water and found out it really was nice. So they got naked and bathed. But suddenly, the Lie leapt out of the water and fled, wearing the clothes of the Truth.
The Truth, furious, climbed out of the well to get her clothes back. But the World, upon seeing the naked Truth, looked away, with anger and contempt.
Poor Truth returned to the well and disappeared forever, hiding her shame. Since then, the Lie runs around the world, dressed as the Truth, and society is very happy...because the world has no desire to know the naked Truth.
A heartfelt thank you to Dr. McCullough in braving the depths of the Well to rescue and revive Truth.
Thank you for the historical background! I think we can say that we are now at the point where we all must fight for good over evil. That’s the only meaningful distinction.
To all our Saints on All Saints Eve we thank you for your good deeds: your kindness, generosity, wisdom, and goodness. I remember fondly recently departed Zev Zelenko.
Thank you for enriching the meaning of Halloween with the religious influence and historical background. Somehow the world today seems to be in a "....state of limbo between life and death" as it was then. But maybe our saints will save us from the evil perpetrated on us.
Thank you for this history of Halloween. Unfortunately all of these religious events have been commercialised, and I wonder how many know their true meaning.
As a child growing up here in Australia, Halloween was never a 'thing '. It's only in the past decade or so that the shops go crazy selling zombie costumes, pumpkins and sweets for ' trick or treat'. No mention of what any of this signifies.
The last paragraph of your article summarises it beautifully. We appreciate and thank Dr McCullogh et al for their dedication in discovering and telling the truth. We honour and remember Dr Zelenko on this All Saints Day.
Thank you, John Leake, for a thought-provoking post. What struck me most about Dr. McCullough when I saw many interviews with him in alternative documentaries was similar to what you saw: a passion for healing and real outrage at the misinformation and likely loss of life it was causing. I also admired Dr. Zelenko for similar reasons.
The foundations of our nation rest on honest men (collective) who believe in a higher power. In the effort to diminish religion we have lost the morality lessons that once were pervasive. We have become secular without much faith, as some might desire. This has been evolving over quite some time and I'm not clear why it has affected so many. Our Sheppard has not left us but we have left him.
I gave blessed Miraculous Medals out with the candy this evening to the trick or treaters. Happy All Hallows Eve. Holy Day mass at 8 am.
Excellent.
Thank you Dr. McCullough. Every American needs to read this. It was the Belief in God and being indivisible with the Inalienable Rights of Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness that Almighty God Our Creator gave us that was the Cornerstone of our Nation in the first place.
Thank you forvthis teminder...
Steve Kirsch had a picture of Giordano Bruno in his article on the vile treatment of Dr. McCullough, which reminded me of this Czeslaw Milosz poem---he also wrote a book called The Captive Mind. I'm convinced one of the ways we can possibly comprehend the scale of what is happening is through music and poetry, and of course humor and faith. So as we remember the dead---
Campo dei Fiori
Translated by David Brooks and Louis Iribarne
In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori
baskets of olives and lemons,
cobbles spattered with wine
and the wreckage of flowers.
Vendors cover the trestles
with rose-pink fish;
armfuls of dark grapes
heaped on peach-down.
On this same square
they burned Giordano Bruno.
Henchmen kindled the pyre
close-pressed by the mob.
Before the flames had died
the taverns were full again,
baskets of olives and lemons
again on the vendors' shoulders.
I thought of the Campo dei Fiori
in Warsaw by the sky-carousel
one clear spring evening
to the strains of a carnival tune.
The bright melody drowned
the salvos from the ghetto wall,
and couples were flying
high in the cloudless sky.
At times wind from the burning
would drift dark kites along
and riders on the carousel
caught petals in midair.
That same hot wind
blew open the skirts of the girls
and the crowds were laughing
on that beautiful Warsaw Sunday.
Someone will read as moral
that the people of Rome or Warsaw
haggle, laugh, make love
as they pass by the martyrs' pyres.
Someone else will read
of the passing of things human,
of the oblivion
born before the flames have died.
But that day I thought only
of the loneliness of the dying,
of how, when Giordano
climbed to his burning
he could not find
in any human tongue
words for mankind,
mankind who live on.
Already they were back at their wine
or peddled their white starfish,
baskets of olives and lemons
they had shouldered to the fair,
and he already distanced
as if centuries had passed
while they paused just a moment
for his flying in the fire.
Those dying here, the lonely
forgotten by the world,
our tongue becomes for them
the language of an ancient planet.
Until, when all is legend
and many years have passed,
on a new Campo dei Fiori
rage will kindle at a poet's word.
Warsaw, 1943
"Campo dei Fiori" from The Collected Poems 1931-1987
Bravo... and thanks for the bits of history.
Thank you! Christians and the easter bunny. Another Tragic example! Which religion did HE make?
All are manmade except one. GOD IS REALITY. Stay in REALITY. Study HIS Letter. Know Reality.
Stop listening to sweet talking, guilt pushing, begging, priests, reverends, rabbi cons.
There is one reality or there is none, and reality means nothing. Stop confusing perception and reality. Confusion by any method allow that dEvil doomed kind the opportunity to rule.