Post the Twenty-Second

Back, a bit of spare time on my hands, not much, but here goes.
Doing this blog, and being sent to various doctors and Trick Cyclists to 'talk' or 'discuss' my problems (which, imo, simply shows that they have problems themselves, are showing classic signs of Mental Illness, and are victims of insidious possession themselves, written about this before, will do so again, especially when I find the correct words in this primative monkey language I try to communicate in), where was I?  O yes, doing this blog et al means I am starting to think about what I have previously simply accepted.  Now I am startig to try to systematically work out what is going on.
I am not there yet.
I am along way off yet.
I have taken a few hesitant footsteps, but have managed to get a compass reading and I am pretty much sure I am off in the right direction.
What have I decided so far?
Possession, take it as read, forget the spinning head thing (as I have said before), but in a battle for my soul, yes, that is true.
Resisting it?  Again, take it as read, the success rate is variable but much better than when I was a wayward youth.
Who else is Possessed?  In the twenty-first century, Satan is loosened and is, currently, winning.  So, world-wide, I would say probably in the region of 99% of humans are Possessed, to a greater or lesser extent.  Very nearly all have a demon, in all bar a handful of cases said demon is free.  In some places (Islamic countries, Hindu countries, Buddhist countries, Liberal Democratic countries) it is very neary 100% Possession rates.  In certain places, especialy Islamic Mad-Ham-Head worshipping copuntries, most people are actually actively Satanic.
What is special about me?  Not a great deal.  Not in this field.  Possessed, one of the few to recognise the fact, in the past revelled in the fact, still accept the fact, and do not mind at all.  By fighting the Devil we grow and improve.  I have no, or very few, emotions.  Partially due to active Demonic Possession over a period of years, imo.  Leads to a problem and a slavation.
Problem?  Eternal Damnation.  Bit of a biggie there, really.  In many ways.  But Scriptures tell us one thing (well, many things, but one that I am thinking about now):  one cannot be saved by works alone, or by faith alone, or by anything alone, unless it be coupled with True Love of Christ, and of God, of Yahweh, which is all one and the same, various guises of the Eternal One that is, and was, and will be.  The problem is that I do not, indeed cannot, love.  Anyone or thing.  Respect, amire, help, be comfortable with, but love?  I honestly do not know what it is.
Salvation?  Apart from being a Bolshy bastard who will argue his corner at the Sounding of the Last Trumpet at the End Of Time, there is a plus side.  I am not that concerned about being damned.  Never have been, most of my adult life it has simply been a fact, something that is accepted as a Future Inevitable.  This means that I have nothing to lose.  I fight the Demon, as I wish for Eternal Peace And Salvation, but I do not, at present at least, expect to get it.  However, if I can defeat the Demon within me and I mean defeat it in full, become one of the true one percenters (no insult meant to my biker and Angel mates, you know there isn't!) who are free from Possession, then I have no doubt that emotions will enter me in a rush.  At least the positive ones.  Love, first and foremost.  And the tensions and bodily reactions that are my equivalant to the negative emotions will leave.  I believe and hope, in faith.  And then with love, and with the defeat of (a representative of) The Evil One, Salvation will be mine.  Eternal Truw And Peaceful Salvation!
And if I don't?  If I don't defeat the Demon within?  I am back to square one, where I have felt I have been all my life, unable to gain eternal rest and subject to eternal torment; but, as I live in Hastings,regularly watch Eastbourne Borough play and I am trying to learn to read Classical Greek, I am used to this!  More seriously (that last comment was not serious, for those who failed to notice) I did enjoy being more fully Possessed, having no-one to answer to and recognising no-one but myself.  It is a good life, if selfish.  If I fail to achieve Paradise, then I fall back into pure enjoyment.  This does not mean I fight any the less hard, quite the opposite, I fight with renewed vigour, as I cannot lose, regardless!  Hurrah for me!
Side effects?  O yes, nothing is all good news, is it?  Apart from the Good News itself, of course.  What if I lose?  Any bad bits?  Well, yes, there is one major problem which is a very real possibility.  Change.  Not loose change, not of my underwear, not on the Circle Line, but true, real, final-stage-of-Possession change.  Physical change, into a Demonic Being.  I have blogged before (down below here somewhere, under the tag 'Possession', probably; look it up if you are interested) about what The Voices are.  Well, they are not (necessarily or solely) voices, but a range of methods of communication including feelings, dreams, visions, colours, bodily reactions, several for which monkey-speak does not have a word for, and - here it comes - the feeling of physical change.  The ability to feel what the body of a Demon feelsa like, from the inside.  To turn the head, feel how heavy it is, and to automatically flinch if too close to a wall, from concern about damaging the horns.  To feel the lengthened and sharpened teeth as they tear into food, the heat in the (somewhat thick) throat, the awkward gait of the legs (not having knees as we know them, you see.  Very little lower leg flexibility), feeling the power in muscles, strength in sinew, heat in the throat, burning (poor choice of word, but none other available.  Monkey-speak again) in the head, flaring in the nostrils. 
All false, of course.  Easily proven by the simple method of looking into a mirror.  But in a full-on Possession, when all that resists it, ignores it, denies it, is gone?  Already, the best defence against such full-on Possession has gone.  Most people are Possessed (look at the earlier paragraphs if you need reminding of this.  Please try to keep up.) but are unaware of it.  Take, as an obvious example, Barak Obama.  No doubt he feels that he is not Possessed, that he is a good and decent man, but, due to his job, he has to take hard decisions.  No doubt he also feels that he understands the economy, is a good President and a great and visionary leader.  On each and every count he is entirely wrong, about as wrong as it is possible to be in this, or any other, universe, and only the FACT of his being Possessed explains why he cannot see this.  Possessed by (a representative of) the Prince of Lies (and Self-Deception).  Hard decisions?  each and every one of which causes poverty, disease and death to hundreads of thousands of children.  Which involve the invasion of small nations, their occupation and the slaughter of the innocent within them.  For the innocent suffer the most.  His military, and his embargoes, cause sufferring and death amongst children and animals in a far greater degree than amongst adults.  The innocent suffer most.  Purely Demonic - as indeed is the slaughter of people regardless, but even then he concentrates on the innocent.
Iraq?  Who has sufferred most amongst the adults?  Not the Satanic armies of Mad-Ham-Head, who will take control of the entire nation on the departure of US forces.  And who have lost most spiritualy speaking?  Not Mad-Ham-Head, who has been able to take the moral high ground at US troops slaughter their children (for no reason, they are not going to stay).  The losers have been the Iraqi Christians, well over half of whom have already been driven from the country.  Most of those who are left are subject to vicious attacks, closures of Churches  et al et al.  Barak 'The Possessed' Obama, while shouting at the top of his voice about freedom, democracy, and how much he supports the Christian (voting block) in America, has forced through legislation to slaughter, murder and torture the innocent of Iraq (and elsewhere) and remove Christianity from the country, branch and root.  Any more proof of Possession needed?  Hard decision?  Hardly (no pun intended).  Other decisions would have involved NOT killing people, getting out of the country, not invading new nations (Libya, for instance), defending the Christian minority, or even taking an even-handed policy of defending ALL people there.  But no, he opted for MAXIMUN death, MAXIMUM sufferring, MAXIMUM cruelty and the GENOCIDE of Christians.  Possession at work, my friends!
Anyway, that's enough for today.. Read, inwardly digest, and there will be a test tomorrow!

Post the Twenty-First

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner
Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner


Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Lord Jesus Christ
Son Of God
Have Mercy On Me
A Sinner

Post the Twentieth - who exactly is mad?

Not me, sir!  I denies it, I does!
I am not mad, I am possessed.  Does being possessed make me mad?  What is mad?
Mad, or, being more PC (we all know that I am that, really), having a 'Mental Illness', seems to mean, so far as I can tell, thinking, acting or being different to how society likes to portray itself.  To stand out and not to accept societal norms as being normal.  therefore, being possessed is being 'mad', because 'society' tells us that possession does not exist, it is all in our heads (well, some of it is, but it fills all other parts of me as well, different story, some other time maybe).
Well, let's stick with possession, shall we?  The same story can be said for most, if not all, of our 'mental illnesses' - Aspergers, ADHD, OCD, terretts, paranoia, split personality, whatever.  But let's stick with possession.
I am 'mad' because 'society' does not believe that possession is possible.  We've gone beyond that, only primatives who didn't have the benefit of science, medicine, Big Brother, Gulf War Syndrome, the national Lottery and bans of fox hunting were stupid enough to believe in possession.  OK, let's stop there.  What is being said is that in 5,000 years of human history (don't get me started on this, let's just accept that as a simple figure, simplified, not true, but let's keep this simples, ok?), possession has been accepted, only the last, what, 5% of that time, has possession been thought of as a 'mental illness' and not a fact.  So, at least 95% of history has been lived by people who were, mostly, mad.
Hmm.
But today we are enlightened and soooo much better than everyone else.  Ipods, suicide bombers and fat Americans on rollerblades, proves we are so much better than Aristotle, Newton and Jesus Christ.  But the facts are that wrld-wide, possession is still seen as fact by a very large, probably a majority, of people.  It is simply accepted in most rural communities, through-out Africa, India, Indonesia.  Throughout the Islamic World (well, it would be, wouldn't it?  If you sup with the Devil you'll get to know him in time).  And by me.  So, most people alive today are probably mad.
Hmm.
Problem here.  'Mental Illness' is seen as not accepting societal norms.  Those who reject possession are a minority.  By their own definitions, they are the ones rejecting international norms, so they must be mad.  All those trying to treat 'mental illness' are, by there own definitions, throughout history and world-wide, in a category of 'the mad'.
Unless they limit these societal norms to just being the liberal, non-religious (in any serious sense), educated West of Europe, North America, Australia and very little else.  And ignore the minority communities in these countries which still recognise possession.
rather arrogant?  Bit of a Napoleon Complex at work, possibly?
And refuse to accept the other views as true, other than in the patronising 'well, we know it's true for you' kind of way.  In denial as well, you think?  Somewhat paranoid, into the bargain?
Certainly sounds like a 'mental illness' to me - but then, Western, liberal PC-bollox nations, and their TV-addled, food-poisoned and bank-controlled populations are sick, terminally sick, an likely to become extinct in the near future, so mental illness is possibly the least of their worries - moral cowardice, fear, and terminal stupidity (not to mention their bodily health) will most likely see them removed from the face of the planet soon enough, and good riddance.
Here's to a happy, possessed future for mankind!

Post the Nineteenth - Mother Russia

Still no delivery, so had a quick look at the stats for this blog.  I'm getting regular visitors from Russia (and a handful from USA and Germany, but, let's be honest here, who cares about anyone or anything from America?)!  Great, I love Russia, and the Russians.  Especially if they are for Tsar and Church, not the little Red buggers that ruined the Russian Empire for so long.
God Bless the Tsar and Patriarch of All the Russias, and isn't it about time that you a) re-united with Byelo-Rus? b) re-united (or, at a pinch, invaded) Ukraine and Khazakhstan? c) recognised the North Karabach Republic as a free and indepandent nation - and to hell with those backward tribesmen in Azerbaijan? and d) started on a serious policy of getting rid of the Satanic-Muslim filth that infects the backward regions of Mother Russia?
I'd support you in all of that, and might even move out there.
God Bless Mother Russia!

http://rus-obraz.net/en
(Link to English-language version of site, but available in several other languages including, maybe not surprisingly, Russian)

PS delivery now arrived, nearly 90 minutes late.  Not a word of apology.

Post the Eighteenth

Where are they?  Waiting for a delivery, pet foods, all paid for, should be here between 9.30 and 10.00, now nearly 10.30 and no delivery.  Starting to get stressed.  I have things to do and I have a routine worked out for today - I should be at the library now, printing the bits I need for my OU work.  Can't do anything but wait for this delivery.  My blood pressure is rising, all I wanted was them to deliver when they said they would deliver and when I paid them to deliver - not too much to ask, is it? I'm not being unreasonable, am I?  But if I take a pop at them when they arrive, who gets in trouble?  Moi! Hardly fair, is it? I'm not the guilty party here, am I? But, as per usual, I am the one who has to change my day to fit round the expectations and simple ignorance and incompetance of others.  And still no sign of the buggers (just taken a look out the window, back now, obviously; I may be a fairly lanky twat but my arms don't reach the keyboard from the window, and no, it's not a wireless keyboard, don't trust them, stick with good old solid wires you can see, that's my moto).
No post arrived either.  A bit early for the postal services here, but if they arrived, and gave me what I need from them, then at least I could re-schedule - hey, I'm adaptable! - but no, left with nothing to do but type, which was not on the list for today.
It's enough to drive you to drink.

Post the Seventeenth

Purely a few rambling thoughts to get down today.  Bored, got my Greek and German to do, getting behind in my correspondence, various bits to do, but at least the flat is now (pretty much) sorted.  And a cat just started sneezing.  Never rains...

Why am I loving it? I am. The title on the masthead says so.  I am 'loving it'.  Surely possession should be something to be feared (umm, well, yes, I suppose) and rejected (why? Answers on a postcard please) and the possessed - no, let's make that The Possessed, looks much better.  A film title maybe? - should be avoided at all costs.  OK, that is probably a fair summary of the main case for the prosecution.  I only do defence.  Somethig like Rumpole me, even down to the fascination with blood-stains.  But not claret.  Horrible stuff.  I only prosecute if it is banks, insuarance companies, big business, private sector or I feel like it.  Back to business.

Possession is something to be feared.  Too many people have watched The Omen and Poltergeist (I was going to say Carrie but I don't know how to spell it).  Most people are afraid of the (media inspired) effects, while they embrace the cause.  Most people don't want their heads spinning round like an owl on LSD or spitting pins at people or climbing onto the roof.  But they don't want to stop the sinning, the fornication, the blaspheming, the greed and gluttony.  They don't want to stop being 'themselves' and being allowed to 'do their own thing'. In other words people enjoy the sinning, which means that demons are tempting them, which means that they are possessed (to a greater or lesser extent; scum like Tony Blair and Barak Obama are very possessed, the little old lady in front of you in the queue at the Post Office, probably not so much so.  At least, it is unlikely that she has ordered the massacre of several tens, probably hundreads or thousands of Iraqi, Afghani, Libyan (Libyani?) and Serbian children over the last decade or so).  But most people refuse to believe it, the demonic possessor being a reflection of/agent of/employee of the Prince of Lies.  As soon as the reality of Demonic Possession is denied, and as soon as the fact of personal Demonic Possession is rejected, the soul is lost.  So far, sounds like it is to be feared, even without the LSD owl thing.  But Possession is simply a part of the normal human condition (saints are not normal; they are so much better, and have beaten/defeated/denied their demons).  It is to be welcommed.  And fought.  Only be recognising it, fighting it and beating it can salvation be found.  Fight the good fight, even if it destroys you (the body you, not the spirit you), you will win salvation if you fight hard enough.  Possession?  Accept it, Fight it, Loving it!

Rejected.  Back to point two now.  Point one finished.  Go back to the start if confused, but please try to keep up.  Why reject it?  Well, isn't that what I have just rattled on about for a few hundred words?  Nope. No.  I have not.  Reject the demon, drive him forth, remove him, yes.  Reject the fact of Possession?  Never.  That is the Devil's greatest weapon.  Those who deny the Devil are lost.  Rejecting a belief in Possession, in the Devil, in the powers of Good and Evil, these are the sure-fire way to join the Express Lane at the Checkout to Hell (I quite like that image, just came to me while typing, had no intention of using it as it didn't even exist when I started the sentance, but worked quite well, I feel.  Life is something like that.  Might come back to this at a later point).  What is rejected is the temptation that is offerred.  Reject the ways of the Devil, which is to say reject the Devil, who as Prince of Lies has no power other than suggestion, but do not reject belief in the Devil, in Abbados, in Seth-Atem, in Ba'al.  If you reject belief in the Prince of Lies, you lose the ability to know what is a lie and what is not.  Look at society today.  Quite clearly it is now real.  Not really real, not true, not what it should be.  It is a mirage, a reflection of the power of the Prince of Lies, it is a reality seen through a glass darkly.  It is a pervesion of what should be, of God's Word, of the Breath of YHWH, which is the only true reality.  By living in this nightmare of a false creation, by accepting it, we become the Devil's Playthings.  Those who support it and live within its bounds are lost - including those who subscribe to allowing demons free reign to possess souls, and help them to their goal by weakening the human spirit through drug-induced dependancies and losses.  And Dawkins is in for a very rude awakening in the next (very hot) life - which he will share with others who promote the Devil's work, such as 'gays' (what a misrepresentation that is!), the soldiers of the Satan Cult (sometimes called Muslims) and others.

Part three.  Avoid The Possessed (even better than just The Possessed.  Avoid The Possessed.  If that isn't a film title, it should be.  And soon).  Why?  I welcome them.  The truly Possessed, those whose Possession has manifested itself in some way, rather than being the voice that tempts but hides.  Some need help.  All need support.  All need watching.  And, if Saints are a bit short on the ground, who better to watch over The Possessed than The Possessed?  Other The Possessed than the The Possessed who is being watched, obviously.  English again.  Classical languages are so much better at this sort of thing than a more primative tongue like English.  But never mind, needs must.

More on Part Three.  Why The Possessed looking after The Possessed?  Well, we know what we are about.  We can give help, guidance and prayer.  We know when things may be going rather tits up.  And we can do our level best (our damndest?  Never a truer word, blah blah blah) to stop it reaching the critical, and fortunately rare, final stage of total physical Demonic Possession.  Unfortunately, there are very few of The Possessed about, and why should there be when nigh on 100% of the souls on Planet Earth are possessed by a Demonic Entity without them being aware of it, with them welcomming it in as 'who I am' (in the pathetic liberal West) or 'the voice of God' (in the primative and degenerate Satanic-Islamic axis countries) or 'what I am' (in the case of those tempted to sexual degeneracy, such as 'gays', paedophiles and adulterers, all of the same coin).  If more people welcommed Possession, recognised it for what it is, and fought it, we would live in a much happier world.

End of rambling thought-process,

Post the Sixteenth - what use is the NHS?

We used to be people.

I don't think that ever applies any more.We are sometimes consumers, sometimes taxpayers, sometimes voters, but never people.

Nowhere is this more apparent than in the Righteous thinking of the filthy-habit-control industry.

If you read this collection of antismoking rhetoric, and this article on the application of that same rhetoric to booze, there's something that stands out.

From the smoking one:


According the US CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention), $92 billion are lost each year from lost productivity resulting from smoking-related deaths.

From the drinking one:


Actual spending on alcohol-related problems accounts for €66 billion of this, while potential production lost due to absenteeism, unemployment and premature mortality accounts for a further €59 billion.

Note that carefully. If you smoke or drink, what your masters are most concerned about is the lost productivity if you die before they've squeezed every last bit of work out of you. The same line will be applied to the overweight, if it hasn't already.

Not your health. Not your co-workers' health. Not your happiness, certainly. Not even the smell.

We are to stay healthy so we can be used to make money to pay for those whose jobs produce nothing but harsher controls on our lives with the sole intention of keeping us alive so we can make them more money. That is their sole purpose in life: to keep us all as fit and healthy as possible so they can leech off us for longer.

The anti-smoking/drinking/fat/all the rest is not for the benefit of smokers/drinkers/chubbies. It is not for the benefit of non-smokers, non-drinkers, or thinnies. No, I'm afraid you've all been duped there. Many people now believe they will die if they so much as see a smoker, they will soon believe the same about boozers and they already believe that fat people will sit on them or make planes drop out of the sky. Why do they believe this rubbish?

They are convinced that the Righteous are working for their benefit. They are not. The Righteous work for the benefit of the Righteous and nobody else. Ever.

Consider how all these 'experts' are paid. They are paid from your taxes. If you don't hate smokers/drinkers/fat people, if you don't believe they cost the NHS money, then there is a danger of you noticing something.

You might notice how much you are paying to these 'experts' so they can tell you who to hate. You might even begin to question why you pay them so much, and why you have no choice in paying them, and why you have no means to stop paying them, no means to deselect or fire them and absolutely no control over what you pay them to do.

There is a contagion in this country but it is not smoke. Nor is it drink, salt or fat. It goes by the name of the NHS.

The NHS only exists because we all pay for it. Its constituent departments battle for their share of that money and each tries to push its agenda above those of other departments. The NHS was conceived as universal healthcare but it's not that any more. It used to be, back when we were people.

Now we are no longer people, we are economic units. The NHS does not exist to keep us alive, we exist to keep it alive. We are not supposed to do anything that might increase our chances of ever needing the healthcare we pay for, because the NHS doesn't like doing that. Instead we are all to lead sterile, monochrome lives, each fitting perfectly into the mould of the BMA's standard human, stay perfectly fit and healthy and work to provide money for an NHS that will no longer be doing anything at all.

Now, the NHS is a controlling machine rather than a repair shop. We must never use it. Antismokers and antidrinkers love to crow about 'cost to the NHS' and how smokers and drinkers should be refused treatment but that's only the beginning. Mountain climbers, sportsmen, drivers - you all chose to put yourselves in those high-risk situations. Do you really imagine you are not in line for the same hate in the future?

Annually, the NHS kills more people than smoking. Everyone pays for it. You can choose not to smoke but you cannot choose not to pay for the NHS. If you ever use it, there's a good chance of it killing you. Yet so many support it, so many demand its funding be protected from cuts and from use by people who live non-approved lives. Look again at what we pay for . Look past the frontline doctors and nurses to where the big money is spent.

Smoking cessation officers. Five-a-day coordinators. Whole departments making up figures on how much we are to be allowed to eat or drink, and deciding what we are to eat or drink. You're paying for that. Yes, you. You think there are research labs behind the scenes? There are offices where men in suits sit around inventing numbers to apply to your life. And you pay for them, but you have no influence at all on their decisions. None. You cannot sack them if you don't like paying them. You cannot ignore them because they come looking for you.

They are the real reason you get refused a bottle of wine in a supermarket because you have your child with you. Not the supermarket. They are just doing what they are told. The cause is deep in the bowels of the NHS where they have decided on the form and lifestyle of the British Standard Human and set about eliminating everyone who does not fit their ideal.

These suited monkeys are the reason the antismokers behave like modern-day Inquisitors, the reason for those videos depicting beaten-up smokers and exploding climate heretics. It's okay to beat them and blow them up because they aren't real people.

Neither are you, antismoker, antidrinker, Climatologist or fat berater. You are a useful unit at the moment but you're on the list too. You think they'll never come for your car? Really?

Don't just cut the NHS. Shut it down. Completely. With the money we save by not paying NI we can pay doctors and nurses ourselves and if we don't like their agenda, we can go elsewhere. No, the unemployed will not all be dropping dead in the streets. The NHS already gets its cut of the benefits bill because the unemployed are not exempted from NI payments. Those payments are made for them.

So all we have to do is supply the unemployed with those payments in the form of medical insurance vouchers and they can all choose for themselves which insurer to use. The choice part is the important part. Cost? Exactly the same as the current benefits system.

Overall it will cost far, far less to run this system because the privately run surgeries will not waste money on control freaks and pushy morons with their own little Puritan agendas. That only happens when income is guaranteed. Not when it has to be competed for. This new health system will not become the pompous behemoth that the NHS has become because any part that tries, dies. If we go to a doctor who starts telling us how to live, then we take our money/vouchers to another doctor.

The NHS has to go. It's the only way we can become people again.

Post the Fifteenth

Update on Post the Eight (or was it Ninth?  Sod it, can't remember.  Well, there or there abouts, anyway).

Morissons posted two new bags to me.  But no cash.  So I am upping the stakes.  I want another bag (they sent two reusable plastic ones, I want a hemp/jute one) and Double Bubble now, for having to go to all the trouble of complaining again.  Fifty Squids is what I now want.

Will keep you informed, ladies and gentlefolks.

Post the Fourteenth

I started to type this new entry because I had something very important to say, but forgot what it was by the time the box had opened, typical problem with being a nutcase.
So I'll just ramble on as normal, I guess.  It may even be that I'll ramble onabout what I wanted to write, anyway.  All things are possible.  Read today that bailiff firms in the UK are facing up to 40% lower profits, due mainly to so many people now knowing thei rrights, so they are finding it harder to strong-arm people into making inflated (and unlawful) payments to them.  Aaahh, didums, what a shame!

I have been told that I am a looney.  Many times.  Even by a couple of professionals now.  Only Trick Cyclists, and as they make it up as they go along, I'm not sure if that really counts, but a few people who know me quite well have said it as well, but not always to my face.  And some of these actually know of what they speak, so I tend to take them just a little bit more seriously than the Trick Cyclist wannabe doctors.
But, of course, they are wrong.
Being a looney (or having a Mental Health Disorder, or Condition, or Ailment, or whatever PC bollox is the current 'correct' discription) suggests a health problem, one that can be best dealt with by either finding a chemical solution (probably based on the idea that if we're all junkies and out of it then somehow te world will be a better place) or by counselling, which, so far as I can see, is a way of providing employment with a good renumeration and social standing for a crowd of ex-hippy middle-class types who have no desire to do manual labour and are otherwise unemployable.  Pretty much like two-thirds of all students I see these days.  I speak as a student.  In fact it is a spiritual crisis, one which all face (unless they are dead, of course; and a lot of dead people are still walking, breathing and, in many cases, employed as mental health professionals.  And in the law, obviusly).  And one that is not necessarily one that should be, needs to be, or is wanted to be 'cured' - certainly not by replacing possession (and spiritual struggle) with drug addiction (and death).
But what is said?  Lots, and all of it cobblers dressed up in psycho-babble.
Such as (all these I have been told, in all seriousness, in the last twelve months).

I am delusional (I see the world as it is, warts and all).
I am a manic-depressive (I see the world as it is, warts and all, and don't deny it).
I am anti-social/a-social/a sociopath (I pick my friends varefully, preser those I can talk to, this tends to mean rejecting those who simply believe in conforming for its own sake and leads me to associate with the fringes of society - skinheads, biker gangs, fascists, football hooligans, conspiracy theorists, dedicated Christians, anarchists).
I am a control freak (I know what I like, mostly how to get it, and I do so).
I have no empathy (I don't understand the desire to spend every waking moment either in the pub, McDonalds, or watching Big Brother).
I am OCD (OK, I'll give you that, I like things in their place, or at least in the place where I want them, and yes, my DVD collection is listed alphabetically - all 4,008 of them.  And cross-refernced, filed, and with back-up lists, and updated daily).
I have a violent temper (Quite the reverse.  I don't take fools lightly, but I ignore first, second and third, only warn after that and only go to physical chastisement if necessary to maintain my own calm.  I have not lost my temper in several years, and only then in predominantly controlled situations).
I am a loner (I like my own company and don't always play well with others).
I have Aspergers (Didn't know what it was, looked it up, don't think I do.  I have some of its symptoms, but so do most people.  But mainly don't think I have it as I believe it to be yet another made-up 'condition' for Trick Cyclists to justify their existence by asigning it to people, almost at random).
I have Disassociative Disorder (Another made up one which I had to look up and probably can't spell.  Yes, I tend to compartmentalise things, but doesn't that just mean I'm organised?).
I am paranoid (No, I know that, due to my life choices, they, or at least some of they, are out to get me, even if by they I just mean banks to whom I owe money, the law enforcement system in general, and West Ham fans).
I have psychotic tendencies (No, I am just determined that when/if they do try to take me down, I won't go without a fight and, preferably, taking one or two with me).
I am schitzophrenic (However it is spelt.  No, I am me, all alone and one-o.  However, others, plural, are in here with me, but, as explained in some other rambling disjointed post, they are not me, nor do they control me).
I have split/multiple personalities (see previous reply.  One personality, many influences, different reactions in different circumstances.  Is that so different from Mr Normal?).

Probably been a few other comments which I can't remember off the top of my head, but if only half of them were half-true, I'd be locked up in a very quiet room with rubber walls and spend my waking hours making mats out of rattan.  Actually, doesn't sound so bad, maybe I'll give it a go!

Truth is, I am an individual, who appears in different guises in different circumstances (doesn't everyone?), who likes/prefers his own company (mostly), and is of extremely high intelligence (not a boast, when a member of MENSA I was listed as amongst the top 0.5% of the planet's population for IQ) but pretty lazy (and when active it tends to be for short spurts, then I get bored).  I just happen to also be possessed, and it is possibly my open mind, coupled with my high intellect, which allows me to both realise this and, mostly successfully, resist it.  Unlike most people, who I also see as being possessed (certainly acting as if they are) are just going along with it, because it is easier, because to surrender to sin is easier than fighting it, because they are convinced (by internal demons) that religion, especially Christian religion, is 'un-cool', because they are convinced (by inner demons) that they have a 'right' to do, well, anything - homosexuality, adultary, addiction, blaspheme, refuse charity, not to pray, or to worship demons as gods (ie Islam, Hinduism, Wicca, Mormons et al).  OK, they are right.  Free Will is a gift of God, and Free Will means people have the 'right' to do what they want, to use or abuse their Free Will as they will.  But actions and consequences.  God also has rights, including the right to Judge, and to Condemn, and to Cast into a Pit of Internal Fiery Damnation.  Of course, demons, in their tempting, tend to smudge that part of the deal, skate over it, and most people are stupid enough to accept that, when told they can do what they want, there won't be any consequences.
Porr, stupid, blinded, ignorant sheep!

Post the Thirteenth

Quick visit to say that google ssem to be behaving themselves now, and well done to Millwall, holding the Wet Sham to a 0-0 draw and preventing them from going top of the division, where the hamsters have no right to be. A point gained by the lads, and two dropped by the scum, methinks.

And, might as well put it here as anywhere, the Jesus Prayer for Constant Internal Repitition:

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have Mercy on me, a Sinner

Post the Twelth

I hate google.  Total crap service.  Just because I have a sky account as my primary account it keeps throwing me out and claiming I don't exist and won't allow me to set up muliple account log ins.  Just wants me to cancel everything else and use google and google alone.  Scum.  I have to delete my google account and re-create my sky one, which it then refuses to recognise because it already exists with 'somebody else', then try again, which it accepts the second time, then log in.  Every time I want to access my own blog.  Three times now the primary google identity has been deleted, three times it has come back to block me.
If this carries on, this blog will die.  Thanks a lot, google scum!
Until that merry event, just remember, the law is on my side - after all, possession is nine tenths of the law!

Post the Eleventh

Well, those friendly people at google threw me out of my own blog, swore black was blue it did not exist (nor me, apparantly) but knew of my e-mail account and, to cut a long story short, I am eventually existing again as is this blog.  And I'm meant to be the mad one; at least I knew I existed in some form or other!
OK, delays mean only ten minutes before I have to walk the hounds, so a quick summary.  Who are the innocents, and why does it matter? If indeed it does.
Yes it does.
The innocents are those who are free from sin, or in a state of innocence.  Animals, they live by their instincts, not having a spirit to guide them.  They are innocent of everything as they have no concept of guilt and innocence.  Even though an elephant was hung in America in (don't quote me here, I going by my very faulty and highly imaginative memory) 1920-something-or-other (crushed someone, put on trial, found guilty and hung from a crane by a big chain - and yes, I do mean hung, as in black hats and 'you-will-be-taken-from-this-place and by-the-neck-until-dead type haging).  Sick bastards.
Children are free from sin, up to a certain age anyway.  The Age of Reason.  Not a date thing, people age at different speeds.  I'd say about ten or so on average.
The Saints are innocent, unless you're talking about Southampton FC in which case they are as guilty as sin.  But true Saints, Saints of the Church, who are free from, beyond, or at least in control of their sins.  Most of the time, none are perfect.  And Saints are still with us, not just things in the distant past, but living and praying for us sill, several in the Orthodox Monastry in Essex, even today.
The rest (ie 99.999 recurring percent of humanity, yours truly included) are not innocent, but as guilty as they come.  Varying degrees, but guilty.  the vast majority not even aware of the fact, and if and when it is pointed out, don't care.  Lost souls. 
Why does it matter, other than to the individual when the Final Trump is sounded?
I could never harm an innocent, unless they harmed (or were likely to harm) me.  Animal attack, that sort of thing.
The rest?  Well, I can't offer you any special protection, you are without God and withoput protection.  I do not feel it is necessary to worry.  I try to live within a Godly framework, but those who are without Grace are not permitted to interfere.  Normally this just means are ignored, but they can be used to further the cause of the Good and the Right as needed.  Greater good and all that.
Souls may be saved, always trying.  But some, many, most are lost, and time to accept that, and a lost soul is already cast into the fiery pit, why worry if it arrives there with a bruise or two as well?
Toodles, now off to walk the innocent hounds.

Post the Tenth

Feeling a wee bit nostalgic today; I should be in London.  Today is the Millwall-West Ham derby, when the good lads at Millwall chase the inbred East End gippos out of South London (again).  Ah, happy days!

Will be back later to write about The Innocent, or something.  Whatever takes my fancy really.  But that is the plan.

Up the Lions!

Post the Ninth

News flash.  For those interested I am taking on Sea France, Morrissons and (shortly, I hope) Santander Bank, demanding money from them for being A) bastards, B) stupid C) taking money (or goods, or time) off me and D) in the wrong place at the wrong time when I was bored and felt like having a bit of fun.  Will let you know how it goes, this could be a career change for me.

Post the Eighth

Just a quickie.  Need to make a correction, made a terrible mistake.  I actually am starting to dislike the new Dr Who as much as I feared I would, nothing original yet (nearly half way through the first series and every single plot has been covered in almost exactly the same format in books I have read; maybe I read strange books), the acting is getting worse although the Doctor himself is pretty good (Billie Piper is dire), the PC bollox that they insist on putting in every single episode is overwhelming (first non-white face you see - that will be the hero.  If they are white, or religious, or wealthy, or have any military connections - they are evil.  Probably be a hero Muslim soon, they are allowed to be good, naturally).
If someone put 1% of the effort they put into special effects into plot, dialogue or hiring half-way decent actors it would be pretty damn good, but definitely dropping in the quality stakes in my book.

Post the Seventh - the internal conductor

A loverly day, sunny, windy and chilly, my favourite.  I have now watched all the original Dr Who's, films, cartoons and Red Nose Day skits included, and have just started the New Dr Who, series I.  I had decided that I wouldn't like it, but in fact it is, well, bloody good.  So much better than the last four or five seasons of the original.  A bit creepily PC, but it was done by the BBC so Politicaly Correct bullshit is only to be expected.  I suppose we should count ourselves lucky that the Doctor hasn't been re-created as a gay, disabled female mixed-race Muslim holocaust survivor!
Made some money today (ask me no questions), visited a friends new kittens (sweeet! little things) and just eaten a bowl of chicken tikka, so all is well with the world.
What to think about today?  Ah yes, the title.  Today's subject is The Internal Conductor.  As I think about what I will write it becomes clearer and more important (did you hear about the black man who wore a business suit to his vascectomy?  He decided that if he was going to be impotent he was going to dress impotent!) and so deserves the extra capitalisation.

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Starting on November 9 we have 49 days of prayer, for the secret children, children around the world who are persecuted for their Christian faith, the vast majority being in real, constant physical danger and the vast majority being, obviously, in Islamic-Satanic nations.  Full details from the St Barnabas Trust, on-line contact at:  www.opendoorsuk.org/secret children

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Right, back to where-ever I was.  OK, The Internal Conductor (can't be bothered typing it every time, and will start to look silly as I capitalise it more and more, so from now on it is TIC, ok?  100% capitalisation and don't look too daft).  Who is he?  It is a he, not a she.  So far, so good, nice and clear.  I know he is a he, as he is me.  The main me.  Probably not the real me, but certainly not the other who is me.  Not that either of them are singular either, and now it starts to get weird.  I know what I mean but, unfortunately, the English language is not suited to these kind of descriptions or discussions and falls far short of being accurate, being a language much more suited to shouting defiance at the monkeys in the next tree (thank you Mr Pratchett for that one, thank you, thank you, thank you).
Basics.  I exist. I am here. I have a personality, even if not a person.  I am one, even if fracture into many reflections in different situations, depending upon who is looking at me and from what angle.  In this I am not unique (even though I am unique), but jus ordinary bolt-standard.
Basics.  I have a lodger(s).  There are many rooms in my mansion and most of them are occuppied.  Even the empty ones are occuppied and not always by me.  The lodgers, being temporary, and being the type that don't pay rent, nor have any intention of paying (not lodgers then.  Squatters?), do not respect the property as I would wish.  Some are down-right anti-social and have probably only obtained residency through some council-led initiative to put a roof over the heads of the hard-to-house and those with 'special needs'.
Basics.  I have a guest(s).  A most welcome one(s).  Desired, polite, hard-working and wanted.  He/she/it/they (see just how poor English is in the spiritual world?  Nothing like enough pro-nouns.  We need a few more, like nigat and frikle or tis.  A new dictionary is required!) even do odd-jobs about the house and keep the unruly ones in line - sometimes.  And never play their music too loud.
Complicated.  The bad lodgers/squatters are a good thing.  They give perspective.  The give an understanding of all that is, or could be, as well as what shouldn't be and what can't be.  They give intellect, speed, decision, they give what emotions there are in my mansion.  They give colour.  The Devil has all the best tunes, but most of them cannot be danced to.
Complicated.  The welcome guests contribute little.  Without them the squatters would run riot and take over and this would be bad.  The welcome guests are a necessary evil, even though they are the antithesis to evil, as they provide little of relevance for this existence, only serving as a foretaste of the next, and more important, one.  But they are listened too, when it is possible to seperate the two.
Complicated.  I am each of the squatters and guests.  At various times.  Sometimes I wear their mask.  Sometimes they wear me.  Sometimes I am them.  Sometimes they are me.  Sometimes they are each other and I am not (bloody English again!  Put an electrode into my brain and you'll see it all, clear as daylight.  Or, possibly, don't.  I won't let you and if you do, you might not like what you see).  In the future I need to be a welcome guest.  If I am not, I am nothing, but I will only know when I (or, at least, this body) is dead.  Bit of a bummer, huh?  But the welcome guests provide no emotion as such, or at least none that I can feel.  The squatters do, and to become a welcome guest I need the full range of emotions, but to concentrate on love.  This I do not have.  More, although the squatters provide emotion, they provide only a selective sample - rage, hate, fear, boredom (is that an emotion), despair, laughter, courage, despising, greed, idleness, anger, contempt and content-ishness.  OK, I'm not sure which are emotions, I think that is the lot from them, but love, caring, respect, mourning, loss are certainly not included.  The ones that are needed.  Without love (at least) there is no chance of achieving Welcome Guest status, and without that status, but with emotion and squatters, descent to squatter status is all that is available - and this during life.
Complicated.  I am in here as well, and I can direct things.  In part at least.  I have will, I have direction, I sometimes even have control.  I do not want to lose the squatters, they are part of who I am (and even demons have been converted, and most began as angels) and do not number what I am.  So long as I do not lose control I am fine.  I want to know the welcome guests, and why they do not always fix the plumbing when the toilet starts to leak, but sometimes not only fix it, but replace it with a new environmentally-friendly model, clean the floor and re-grout the tiling at the same time.  When there is a wail of sound, or a wall of emotion, or a violent aroma of colours, I conduct the symphony of chaos to bring something better out of it - or at least I try.  I am TIC (remember who TIC is?  No?  Read again, starting at line six).
VERY COMPLICATED.  I am TIC.  But, in all honesty, I do not know who I am, nor if TIC is me, or a fragment from a broken mirror.  Or me in a mask.  I spend so much time being someone else, in order to please yet another 'someone else' (normally an extrenal someone) that I am never sure if I am me, or if I have gone and me has taken over.  And that is before I a submerged in the sea of others in here.
But there are three possible outcomes.  I (if I am I) do not know which one will out in the end.
But I could find the emotion(s) that are missing, those that do not exist within me at the moment, and use them as I currently use ritual and form, and die as a welcome guest.  best possible result is to die as a Saint.  Likely?  Hardly.  But points are awarded for effort, and a seat on the outer circle will do me just fine and dandy.
Or I could submerge, die while I still breath, allow me to become not-me, I to become not-I, to rest and feel no more, to simply cease to be.  To lose all communication, all that makes me unique, all struggle and all possibility of ascent, in order to prevent any chance of a fall.  To cease to be at all, in any sense.  In other words, to live as most people do, as nothing, as chemical reactions to stimmuli from those greater than they.
Or, worse than that, I could party with the squatters, tell TIC to lay down his baton and pick up the beat, join the party, forget about maintaing the old homestead and live for the moment - and soon, live for damaging other mansions.  To become a squatter.  In every sense.  Spirituals, moraly, intelectualy and physicaly.  To drop all pretence and to accept my fate, whatever it is.  To enjoy myself, as 'myself' would be all there was, even when transformed into something hideious.  And this would be so simple and, in the short-term (ie the span of a single lifetime) so enjoyable.  So much me.  So many I.  Possessed - and loving it!

OK, my head is starting to hurt now, and I know what I mean.  Anyone else looking at this is probably a wee bit confused by now, but, as I said, English is not up to the debate.  So don't blame me, blame Chaucer and Shekespeare - it's all their fault!

Post the Sixth - Today..

..I don't feel good.  Not loving it atm.  My head is not right, everything is dark (not a metaphor, everything looks like it is being seen 'through a glass darkly').  Plenty of pressure, both physical inside my head (like a head-ache in reverse, but painful) and temptations.  Walked the dog, won't go out again till evening when it is a bit quieter here and I am less likely to meet somebody.  We don't need the added hassle of having to talk to people, especially those I don't like.  Something could quite easily snap today, best thing is a day inside with the blinds down, the DVD on (no idea what to watch, just got a copy of The Second Civil War which is meant to be pretty good and light-hearted, could be just what is needed) and try to get some sleep.
Avoid coffee, never a good thing in these situations.  Keep everything quiet.  Unplug the phone.  He won't try to study today, nothing of import will be done, nothing can be done.
Worst day in a few months, I start to think it was not a good idea to keep a baseball bat within easy reach.
Sleep now, awake later, concentrate on the positive.  We'll concentrate now, keep the internal recitations going, repeat the Jesus Prayer, remember we are Orthodox, sleep now, sleep now, later I will be better.

Post the Fifth - Bleed The Beast

The phrase 'Bleed The Beast' comes from the Fundamentalist Church of the Latter Day Saints (Mormons - or a sub-sect of them); not a group which I have a great deal of affection for, but probably more than most.  Anyway, regardless of anything else, they have one thing right.  They see the Government (American in their case, but the same applies to British, Argentinian and Zimbabwean, et al), the Banking/Finance/Insuarance industry, the large multi-national corporations and National Utilities as being a big negative factor on the earth.  Satanic, even.  I wouldn't go that far, merely Demonically Inspired and Deceived by the Evil One.  However, they see it as their duty to 'Bleed The Beast', or to take as much from these corporate beasts as possible, and provide them with as little financial sustenance as possible.  Try to be 'Tax Negative' (take more from the government than they take from you), try to cost the banks and banking system as much as possible, contribute as little as possible to society (society as a governmental control construct, not society as interactions between equal individuals; that is a good thing), add to the costs of running the machine that is out to destroy us - the very least we can do is make ourselves indigestable rather than pouring sauce over our heads as we leep into the corporate mouth.
How can this be done?  Many, many ways.  None will stop the evil, none will even be noticed by it, but if enough do it, eventually the system will bleed out.  No single raindrop will admit it is responsible for the flood, but still enough rain can devestate an entire country.  Be a raindrop against evil!
The basic idea is to do everything in a way that increases the costs of government/banks/companies, and reduces their income.  Wasting their time and resources count as well.  And it is easy to do, risk-free (mostly) and can be great fun.  It also puts more money into your pocket, so why not give it a go?  Some ideas of mine (none of which I would ever really do, officer, but in theory you could):

Not pay water rates.  It is illegal for the water companies to disconnect a residential address if the property is occuppied.  They are also very bad at prosecuting, as so many people don't pay (about 20% of all customers now!) and it costs them loads.

Not pay for a TV licence.  Well, get rid of the TV would be better, but if you do want to keep one, don't pay the TV Taz.  Easy to avoid, just stop paying and ignore their threatening letters.  If a man knocks at the door, don't let him in, don't sign anything, don't give him your name.  Get rid of them, save the £140-odd a year fee, do a google search and find the anti-TV Licence support groups, loads out there.

Use their avertising against them.  They send out loads of junk mail advertising.  Every time you get a reply-paid letter, send it back.  Don't fill it in or buy anything of course, but send it back and cost them a stamp.  Shop at Tesco, Sainsbury ect?  Probably do.  Collect loads of their Reward Card application forms (always have a freepost address, these do) and send them off.  Take enough (they are normally by the tills) and your weekly shop will cost them more than it does you!

Drop out of the tax game.  Need someone to paint your flat, walk your dog, weed your garden?  Don't know anyone who will do it?  Well, don't look in Yellow Pages and get a tax slave who'll charge you a fortune.  Talk to your neighbours, see who they have used.  You should get someone who is on the dole/sick who'll do it at a quarter the 'professional' rate, do a better job, and as it is all extra income, they'll earn more out of it than a full-time wage slave, be more grateful, cost you a lot less and no tax income for the government!

Stop buying UK-priced fags and baccy (or wine and Whiskey for that matter).  Take a day trip to Belgium (tobacco products) or France (alcohol) - or a holiday at the edges of the EU - Poland, Estonia, Bulgaria, Greece, Roumania, all are very nice to visit.  Buy your stuff there, at a third of UK prices, bring it back and hey presto! your little holiday has paid for itself.  And the Robber Barons that make up our beloved Government won't see a penny of it (well, not much, they still get a bit through EU trade-offs, but probably only about 5% of what they would have).  Check out the links section, travel armed with knowledge of what to do if (more likely, when) stopped by the East German-style morons in uniform who work for HMRC and UKBA.  They claim to be looking for smugglers; in fact they are looking to meet targets for how much tobacco they need to take off people; they claim to be guarding our frontiers, in reality they are there to guard the Treasury's income-stream from tobacco.  If you can't travel yourself, buy fags from a smuggler.  Slightly more expensive but still a lot cheaper than shop prices, and no revenue to the scum in the government.

Subscribe to Martin's Money Tips (http://www.moneysavingexpert.com/).  It's free and gives loads of good advice on how to get the cheapest of, well most things really.  Not a fiddler's charter (unfortunately) but will still reduce your own personal expenditure on weekly items.

Get rid of 'Identity Theft Insurance' unless it is free.  What a rip-off!  Average cost is about £70, almost three million people have bought it (nearly all from those helpful, cuddly people at the bank) and what cover do you get?  The same as the bank has to provide, free, by law!  You're just giving them £70 as a gift.  Generous you.

Go the whole Nine Yards (whatever that might mean.  Something to do with that homosexual colonial version of rugby where the poor darlings need a crash helmet and thirty-five kilos of Kevlar Body Armour in case a nasty man ties to tackle them?).  Stop paying, well, very nearly everything!  Road Tax, insurance, mortgage, utility bills, credit cards, loans, direct debits.  Even better, stop paying them, then demand money off them if they have the bare-faced cheek (or should that be bear-faced cheek?  Do bears in fact have cheeky faces?  Or just scary ones?  Discuss.) to ask for any further payments, or threaten court action against you.  Some people actually make a comfortable living doing just that!  Then get all your ccj's and bad credit references removed and start again.  Just a matter of knowing what to do and say.  Check out the links section for several helpful sites to get you started!

Open a Basic Bank Account (or three).  These are free and a right, regardless of credit worthiness.  Open it and leave it emplty, no cash in there at all.  Costs the bank about £50-70 a year to maintain it, costs you nothing.  If a million new accounts were opened, the banks would lose up to £70 million a year.  Ten million accounts...well, you get the picture.  I know you can't open ten million accounts personally, but raindrops and floods, remember?

That's enough for now, time for bed.  Toodles!

Post the Fourth - listings

Bored but busy, so just a few lists/things I like.  Everybody like lists (well, those who ae unfortunate to have brains that are wired 'normally' seem to, judging by the number that appear in their pulp magazines - can take 'em of leave 'em myself), se here are a few of my favourite things:

Favourite Film:  hmm, pushed for just one it would have to be Memento, but several others make the 'hon mention' list - The Long Good Friday; The Shawshank Redeption; Green Mile; Passport To Pimlico; and many others.

Favourite Song/Record:  atm it would have to be Peter Griffin's 'Bird Is The Word' (which is currently also my ringtone).  Others would have to include several Skrewdriver tracks, especially 'The Snow Fell' and 'Pennys' From Heaven'; stuff by The Men They Couldn't Hang, such as 'Cliffs Of Dover', Kevin Bloody Wilson's 'Dilligaf' (amongst others) and some Glenn Miller.

Favourite Football Team:  easy, see the link.  Eastbourne Borough Football Club, followed by Millwall in spot the second.

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour:  Rum and Raisin, albeit very closely followed by the good old classic of vanilla.

Favourite Colour:  Red, especially Deep Red in connection with Black.  Black on its own is also good, as are White, Brown, Silver and Pink.

Sod it, that's enough.  Must go and find a pothole!

Post the Third - part two (which follows on from part one, hope you're keeping up with me here)

OK, business done, cash in pocket, carvery consummed and Doctor Who watched (the absolutely atrocious 23rd season, how Patrick Troughton must be spinning in his grave [if he is dead, I've got no idea; Tom Baker is still around and shopping in Tesco's at Hollington - how the mighty have fallen!]).
Anyway, I have no idea what I have already written, it is nearly bedtime and I have an urge to drink gallons of H2O mixed with vinegar to give it a bit of a kick, so I'll keep this brief.
I seem to remember listing Tony Blair and Barak 'I Shot  Osama So It Doesn't Matter If I've Fucked-Up The Economy' Obama as being Diabolically Possessed, and laughing at the Hollywood version of Possesseion (apart from the first two Hell Raiser films, they were pretty close).  So I'll just try to give a quick, pithy, concise description of what it means to me (anyone who knows me knows that I don't do pithy or consice, but here goes).
I feel a 'presence' just about 24/7, one that shares my body.  It has no power, no physical control, no authority over me, but it is there.  It speaks to me (more accurately, they speak, all at the same time).  Oral communication is constant and has been all my life, but is msotly easily ignored.  It is not a clear dialogue, rather a badly-tuned, almost silent, radio set with heavy static and ofton in a foreign language.  However, this is the minor part.  The presence shows images, colours, smells; it makes physical changes to my body (limbs become heavier, I get the feeling of floating or flying, I feel bones growing out from my head, wings forming on my back - none of these things happen, of course, but I feel them and am ofton clumsy and drop things as a result - I regularly do not know where my arms end, or even how many I have); promises are made, rewards offerred and temptations given, mostly not verbally.
What does it want?  Harm.  To anything that reflects the Glory of God.  It has no power other than lies and deceit, but these can be very powerful indeed - just think of politics and international banking.  Self-harm has never been an issue for me, barring the odd half-hearted suicide attempt.  Other-harm has always been my thing.  Encouragement to violence or to ignore those in need, especially the innocent (I'll cover this in a future post).
How do I deal with it?  Various ways.
As a teenager/young man I didn't.  I enjoyed it.  I revelled in it.  I welcomed, nay encouraged it.  It excited me, I followed Millwall FC around England (I missed our one and only outing to the Continent, just coming out of the scene then).  We caused chaos in many a town, gained several tattooes and a few minor scars, a couple or three convictions (nothing heavy) and a lot of good memories.  Do I miss those days?  Too right I do.  Plenty of excitement and a real disciplined structure to the day.  I can honestly say, very few regrets even though I now recognise almost every day then as being lived as an insult to God.  But come the Final Trump at least I can hold my head up and say 'Regardless of what I did, I never followed West Ham!'.
Realising the trouble my immortal was in I came, slowly and with relapses, out of that scene.  A couple of incidents took place which awoke me to the fact that I was getting in a wee bit too deep.  I had to find ways to deal with the inner presence.
First it was exercise.  If you are too knackered to do anything but sleep, you can't hurt anyone.  Two, three hours a day in the gym.  Still angry?  I had two large suitcases full of sand.  Heavy buggers.  Take a bus ride to Croydon, making sure I only had the fare to get there, and not back, and walk the eight miles back home carrying them.  Good for the CV system, and shut the inner imps up eventually as well.  Followed by a good sleep.
Then it was alcohol.  Well, that had always been there, at times it was my medicine, at times my prop, ofton an excuse - and always a risk.  Most, if not all, relapses were alcohol-fuelled.  But used sensibly (not a regular occurance, I admit) it was a great soother.  Used to excess a great remover of the voices, albeit replacing them with pink elephants and dancing hippos.  But not my best move.
The best solution was to reject the Presence by fighting back with the Truth and Holy Word of God.  Not the crap liberal wishy-washy nonsense bleated out by the average trendt Anglican who always seems slightly embarrassed to talk about God, not the American TV Evangelist nutters in twenty grand suits, not the false teachers of the Papist church with their institutionalised child abuse rings (what better example of Demonic Possession in places of power can there be?) but true faith, strict and harsh as needed.  Presbytarianism, Ulster-style, Identity Churches in America and, finally and most definitely foremost, the One True Original Apostolic Church, the Orthodox Church.
A strict regimen of prayer, fasting, confession, mass and exorcism controls the worst of it.  All that is missing is True Love.  This could defeat the Presence of the Evil One, the reason it is not there I'll come back to at a later date.
O, and avoiding medication.  Medication can only either mask symptoms (dangerous as the 'disease' is still there, and if one voice is masked, then so is the ability to clearly hear the Saving Words of Grace from the Lord) or, even worse, ruin the spirit and mind, leaving an empty shell that cannot concentrate or focus on its defence and so opening itself up 100% to Demonic Possession.  No one will ever get me to take a chemical 'solution' for this spiritual struggle without having me first physically restrained and incapacitated.  And then it will have to be continued for life, as I will either succumb to Possession entirely (and then not be all that safe to be around) or else, if I (God willing) manage to resist, first opportunity I get I will remove those responsible for the 'treatment' - not due to Possession, but for simple cause-and-effect - anyone involved in trying to sacrifice my immortal soul to the Devil has lost their right to existence.  They are, knowingly or otherwise, in league with the Devil and need to be removed before a just world can be made on Earth. 
I cannot read their soul, so I may make a mistake; for that I certainly apologise and would do so in the afterlife, but only God, not I, can judge the reasons for their actions; I can only judge on the actions themselves.

Enough rambling for one day.  Night-night all.

Post The Second - a little bit of background

Those who do not, an never have, been the victim of a Demonic Possession may have some rather strange ideas about what it is.  It may be easier to say what it is not.
Forget any ideas from (most) films.  There is no 'Speaking in Tongues' (this is a sign of the entry of the Holy Spirit, not of the enemy); there is no turning heads a full 360 degrees or any such-like Hollywood special effects.
It is, wuite simply, the entry into the physical body of an entity which is (Hell-) bent on destruction.  Most normally, the destruction of, or harming of, human life or human ideals.  Possession does not lead, of intself, to any obvious inability to function in this, or any other, society.  Indeed, the most effective agents under Demonic Possession will be the reverse - high-functioning members of society, who can cause most damage.  Persons such as Tony Blair, Barak Obama, Joseph Stalin, several of the senior figures in business, banking and ommerce.  These are examples of those who currently are Possessed, and have been for some years.  I will give evidence for this later.
The Human Spirit is a gift from God.  It has been described as a 'mirror which reflects the Face of God' which is a very apt description.  No matter how tarnished this mirror may become, it will still refelect some part of the Glory of God.  The Devil, being the exact polar opposite, will of course want to not only tarnish this mrror but destroy it utterly.  After all, that is his job.  Therefore, it is logical that he will want to cause as much sufferring, pain, death and destruction to this mirror as possible - we as individuals are simply 'collatorol damage'.
The main disadvantage the Devil has is the fact that he has no power at all.  None whatsoever.  Zilch, zero, nichts.  He only has the ability to lie, fool, deceive, to use illusions and to tempt us.  It is not for nothing that he is dubbed 'The Prince of Lies'.
This means that he, and his agents, use our own self-will against us, the greatest gift given of God, perverted to harm His creation.  He tempts us, tells us that whatever we want is good, and whatever gets in the way of us getting it can be removed/estroyed and that is ok.  Just like Obama and Blair (amongst others) in Iraq.  Ban medical supplies getting to children, then boycott all imports to the country to cause massive epidemics and starvation, then bomb them when the can no longer stage an effective resistance.  But it is all good, because it helps Mr Obama get cheap oiul and Mr Blair to win elections.  While it is blindingly obvious to anyone with a grain of common sense that their actions are purely evil, they manage to portray themselves (and, no doubt, convince themselves) as the 'good guys' getting rid of an unsavoury leader - even if one who ruled over considerably less death and destruction, poverty and despair, than what has been introduced since the Gulf War, and the vast majority of the death and injury caused under his regime was during the US/UK-financed, supported and orchestrated  Iran-Iraq conflict.
The Prince of Lies is good at his job!
Not that I am defending Saddam Hussein.  He was not a Godly man by any means, was no doubt under at least a degree of Demonic Possession himself, and was, of course, a follower of the most effective world-wide and historical manifestion of Demonic Possession and Satanism that there has ever been - the Islam 'religion' (or, more accurately, the Mohammadean policical machine, Mohammad being the Prophet of Satan - no doubt a subject for a future post).
Demonic Possession can take many forms.  Not all are as obvious as hearing voices (I do).

END OF POST DUE TO NEEDING TO DO SOME BUSINESS - WILL DO A SECOND PART LATER TODAY. MAYBE.

Post The First

An occassional (ie I might get bored and stop at any time) Blog by me, an Orthodox Christian, former football hooligan, tattooed, unemployed (some would say unemployable), dad and self-appointed genius who also just happens to be possessed by a Demonic being (or beings), albeit on a part-time basis.
A place for me to reflect, lecture, rant and pontificate on the world at large, its many failings, and ruminate upon my inner Demons (and I do mean the real thing, not some pseudo psycho-babble for not feeling well) who will, no doubt, be releaesed to introduce themselves to the world at intervals.
Also a safe haven for me to do this in where, no doubt, I can do so in privacy with nobody else taking the slightest interest.