Monthly Archives: December 2012

Goodbye Merlin

I felt it only right to dedicate a page to the most brilliant TV series (in my humble opinion) ever to grace our screens, a series that ended on Christmas Eve 2012, one of the few shows on the box that focused on values such as courage, honour and friendship – none of that reality TV crap concerning morons with about three braincells between them. I speak of the magnificent ‘Merlin’ which I am going to miss more than I can say. For five years, Merlin provided a welcome relief to television, which inhabits shows that are so dumbed down that it’s impossible not to be filled with frustration once switching them on. Merlin had a fantastic cast, excellent story-lines, beautiful music and, above all, a sense of morals and values that you would be hard-pressed to find in other televised shows today. I am very much saddened by the end of this great show and I know there are thousands around the world who feel the same way. The BBC will have enormous difficulty in attempting to replace ‘Merlin’ for there was a unique aspect about it that drew in the hearts of many. 

 

So goodbye to Merlin, Arthur, Gaius, Kilgharrah and all the other wonderful characters of the original legend. I hope the creators decide on a spin-off or a film with the same actors/actresses, same general good feel and same values they started with. Merlin was the only show I watched on TV and there was a reason for that: it was the only thing worth watching. I have written a little fanfic for anyone interested included in the link below (have never written a fanfic before but Merlin really was something special) for I was a little disappointed with the ending (I will not say what happened just in case anyone reading this has not seen it) and so created my own version of what happened in the end. Farewell Camelot – as stated, we will wait for the day when the Once and Future King rises once more!

 

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8837608/1/Merlin-the-Return

Connecticut Killer: Evil At Its Peak

What is evil, you may ask? Someone who will hurt others for their own gain? Someone who takes pleasure from the suffering of others? Someone who will wield a gun and murder children, all for the sake of revenge and self-satisfaction? Yes, evil is all these things. And it has shown its face in one Jason Lanza.

For here is a man who picked up that gun and shot dead his own mother, innocent children and brave teachers who stood in his way. Humanity gone from him, he embarked on a cold-blooded killing spree before taking his own life. Some pompous psycho-analysts have labelled him as mentally ill. I cannot begin to express my anger towards these so-called analytical psychologists who believe that what they read in a textbook holds the answer to all. This man was not mentally ill; he was intelligent, a genius, he knew exactly what he was doing, he was smarter than most of these pedantic experts and, most importantly, he was an evil on this planet that was allowed to fester and grow, ultimately causing the deaths of young lives – a tragedy that causes the whole world to weep.

Mentally ill? Don’t make me laugh – or at least, spit in disgust. Such a person knows the ins and outs of psychology better than any of those studying it. There must have been signs of the evil within this man. Undoubtedly, he detested society, for society will never address or direct its attentions to what such a person is thinking. But that is the difference in genius: some will choose to love, to make right what is wrong – while others will punish society … This man was part of the latter and it resulted in the deaths of innocents.

It is this type of evil that enrages me; this is the evil I can spot in a human being. There is a blankness behind their eyes, a lack of soul that feels no compassion or empathy towards others. We are taught to live a life whereby we can make money, build a roof over our heads, experience the luxury that society bestows upon us. But where is the lesson that teaches us to spot evil in its true form? To watch for the signs that splits this type of revolting creature from those who work only on love and compassion; where are the lessons to help PREVENT this atrocious act from occurring? No, there are none, and we are left only with devastation and suffering because society only wants the easy life and will not focus on what truly matters.

The fact that the American Government has not already imposed strict laws on the right to bear weapons is astounding; after the last school/college shootings, one would have thought this a top priority. Tell me, is the US government so uncaring and unfeeling; is that why it has chosen not to protect its own citizens? WHEN will they focus on what truly matters, the suffering of others, and be brave enough to act where it is necessary?

I wept, deeply; I cannot imagine any decent human being who would not be affected by such tragedy. Let us not forget the heroism of the teachers during this terrible moment; one Victoria Soto who lost her life locking her children in a closet, telling the murderer that they were in the gym before being sprayed with bullets. Such heroism is admirable beyond belief and I sincerely hope that this lady is revered for many years to come. Even in the most suffocating darkness lies light, and this lady, along with the other teachers who lost their lives, proved that even in the face of true evil, good can still prevail.

When you see the face of evil, when you spot that strange person who speaks to no one, who wallows in his own mind, who exhibits genius yet festers in darkness, DO NOT DO NOTHING. Speak to that person, try and get inside their mind. I have spent my life facing darkness and those who dwell within it. Some are lost but some can turn back. Undoubtedly this may sound insane to some but, quite frankly, I don’t care. This person wanted to punish society and there was an evil inside of him that consumed him in the worst possible way; Society must place more emphasis on the darkness of mankind and act when appropriate. What good does it do to teach children, teenagers or adults purely on maths, English, science, etc and yet speak nothing of the darkness within or morals or compassion and all those things that ultimately affect us in our everyday lives? How many more people are to to die before we start to take action to prevent such devastation?

These lovely little children are gone and the families are left behind to live with the pain of losing them for the rest of their lives. My heart bleeds and so do millions of others. I detest evil and this man represented it in its truest form. We must accept evil for what it is, not hide from it, but spot it from the start so that we may take action from the beginning, to crush it before it grows into a cancer that will ultimately explode. The suffering of others is the suffering of us, that is the duty we have as human beings, to feel the pain of others as we feel our own … I pray that prevention, not grief, will be the champion in days to come.

The Warrior & the Artisan

Chapter One: The Mission

 

The Soul left its sect and floated through the vast whiteness that served as the habitat of the endless Souls that dwelled there. Why it had woken, it did not know. Or perhaps it did. That ringing in its ears was all too familiar and was usually the call to action that it could never ignore. Perhaps it was the apprehensive tinge that crept up on itself that was feigning ignorance, rather wishing it could return to its beautiful, glowing sect and remain blissfully inside the love and happiness that surrounded it.

Not that the Soul was cowardly; oh no, not by any means. The Soul had not only returned to Earth numerous times but had actively volunteered to go down in order to try and help other Souls who were currently incarnated on Earth and had lost their way. These Lives were particularly gruelling because the suffering levels usually shot up by a good few bars and if there was one thing that every Soul secretly dreaded it was experiencing the misery of human life. With regard to helping the lost Souls, sometimes it was successful, other times not. It was always wonderful to stumble across a Soul that had been saved once returning to the Whiteness, reminiscing in nostalgic memories from their time down below. But the sadness of an unsuccessful attempt at Soul Restoration always remained in painful memory for the one who had endeavoured it, and there had been a few of those. Not to mention several Lives where it had almost lost itself in the process.

No, it was not cowardice that perpetrated the feeling of trepidation within itself. Rather it was the knowledge of what it had to face, if indeed this was another call to action. All the Souls were aware that the Earth had been getting worse; sinking even further with each passing earthly year, slowly losing sight of what truly mattered and indulging in materialisms that meant very little in the grand scheme of things. The evils that had long plagued the Earth were truly beginning to take their toll and there had been many whispered conversations among other Souls that mankind was on its last legs. No need to incarnate soon, many of them said, for there won’t be a planet left to incarnate to! More and more Souls were being lost to the Darkness … In fact, the Darkness was having a high and mighty time of it all, even convincing many who were on Earth that the dark side didn’t even exist. At one time this would have been believed to be impossible. Now it had become very much a reality.

The Soul was no different to any other Soul. It did not particularly enjoy incarnating into Lives, knowing full well the horrors and suffering that awaited it. Still, this was duty and refusing an incarnation simply because of fear was not something the Soul had a tendency to do. It happened, of course. Some Souls preferred to bask inside the beautiful light and actively rejected going down; certainly there were a few that had already experienced unimaginable horrors and had earned their right to a good basking rest. No one would be condemned for choosing to bask, for condemnation did not exist in the Whiteness. But it did halt the Souls’ levelling process and they all knew how important it was to evolve. The evolution into absolute love was the height of every Soul’s ambitions. Some chose to do this quickly, others at a slower pace. Staying pure and not losing oneself to the dark side was always the ultimate challenge once incarnating.

The ringing in its ears grew louder. This was because it was getting closer to the Power and, within moments of reaching it, it gave a very small sigh, now fully convinced that this was a call to action. The call to action often meant there was a specific mission the Power wanted them to undertake and, like a seasoned earthly warrior, it felt both exhilarated and disheartened at the same time. The ringing abruptly stopped once it halted outside the Power’s dwelling. Few Souls lingered here, only the most evolved ones, the ones who had incarnated time and time again into the most challenging lives. They were distinguished by the crystal clear glow that softly emanated around them. Many of them had already reached the height that others strove for. They were no longer able to incarnate into human bodies but instead they were known to mankind as the ‘guardian angels’ or ‘blessings’; on Earth, they were that kind word from a stranger, that whisper to carry on living even when all hope seemed lost and the protection from dark forces, the same dark forces that were constantly fighting to bring the Souls into the blackened, tortured realm. Their gentle light greeted the Soul as it came to rest outside the Power’s dwelling.

Looking around, it noticed there was another Soul there who did not have a crystal glow.

“Hello,” said the Soul to the other.

“Greetings,” it replied.

The Soul noted the fiery red colour that radiated around its new acquaintance.

“You are a Warrior,” it commented.

The other Soul nodded.

“Indeed,” it said. “And you … are an Artisan? Am I correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I thought so. Sorry if I was a bit confused just then. Sometimes I cannot tell the difference between the Artisan and the Sage. It must be the blue around you.”

This rather blunt statement was quite typical of a Warrior Soul. They were known for their forthright manner and, to put it simply, saying whatever they thought. There were seven different types of Soul: the Artisan, the Warrior, the Sage, the King, the Priest, the Server and the Scholar. Each had its own sect and brought its own personal attribute to Earth during incarnation. As Souls they could be defined by the colour that glowed around them.

“I tend not to spend much time here if truth be told,” continued the Warrior Soul. “There are an awful lot of battles to be fought on Earth. Bringing lost souls back to the light is usually what I go down for. Though I had a rather bad time of it last time I was there. I spent longer than I usually do inside the sect when I returned.”

“Was it very painful?” asked the Artisan Soul.

“Oh yes. Losing someone you love in the most unimaginable way possible is the most horrific thing to experience as a human. Of course, we forget that death is just another step forward once we incarnate; we really have no idea if we will ever see them again. There’s the pain, the guilt, the plunging into earthly vices … I almost lost myself. So tell me, what brings you here?”

“I heard the ringing,” replied the Artisan Soul. “I came as soon as I heard.”

“Ah, the same as me then. I heard it and wondered if I was the only one who did. None of the other Souls in my sect heard it. Do you know what it is for?”

“I do not. But callings from the Power always have a certain type of importance.”

At that moment, several other souls who were not from the highest evolved type joined them. Observing the glowing colours around them, they saw there was a Priest Soul, a Sage Soul, a Scholar Soul and a King Soul. The Artisan and the Warrior hailed them and it was then that they began to suspect this was going to be a Zenith Mission.

“A Zenith perhaps?” said the Warrior Soul in a low voice to the Artisan, voicing aloud everyone’s thoughts. “There are six of us gathered here. The only one missing is the Server. I have never embarked on a Zenith before. Usually only the most advanced Souls are chosen for those. I did not think I was quite ready.”

“Nor I,” said the Artisan.

For a while, the six Souls simply floated on the spot, radiating their purity and love out to one another, waiting for the Power to arrive in order to inform them as to why they had been called to action. There was an atmosphere of curiosity about them, for none of these Souls had ever been on a Zenith before. A Zenith Mission was one that focussed on influencing others, rather than oneself; it was one that often changed an aspect of the world if successfully completed. Zenith Missions were usually done in groups, often in threes or fours, and more rarely in sixes or sevens. Different Souls from each type were chosen, though not necessarily one from each. Four Warriors could be sent on one mission, whereas on others, a Priest, Scholar and two Servers could be asked to go down and so forth.

The Power was not long in greeting them. It was always a greatly pleasant feeling to be in the midst of the Power, for it was the absolute height of love and purity. Even the memories of Lives on Earth left the Souls for a time when in the company of the Power.

“Welcome,” it said to them. “Please listen closely, my Souls, to what I am about to say, for it is with love that I say it, yet the horrors of which I speak of are absent from love itself.

“Mankind becomes more lost with each Earthly year. Souls lose their way swifter than ever before. Greed and corruption eat at their hearts and crush them; the Darkness claims them for its own and we lose them in their thousands. Why is this, you may ask? It is because Mankind no longer believes in believing; without belief, without the desire to believe in the goodness of oneself and the good in others, the world slips into decline, morally and spiritually. Why does one side of the world grow fat while the other side starves, where the man in his riches and land will give little or nothing to the child who dies from hunger? Why are the heroes of the world now those who are aesthetically beautiful but plain inside, when the true heroism of mankind was once those who lived for honour, courage, compassion and humility? Why is the body, which turns to dust in the blink of an eye, now more valued than the soul, which lingers on forever? Why does each leader live for materialism and power, rather than spread benevolence to all those who are suffering and in need? Why does mankind continue to destroy Nature, the very thing that provides him with life, with continual inventions designed to benefit him and him alone? Why does the Earthly Soul of today treat his brothers, the animals, with contempt and disregard, destroying their homes, taking their land for their own and killing them for their uses? Their duty is to protect and love them, not terminate them. Why do demons who wear the masks of angels have such influence over the vulnerable and weak, claiming righteousness, yet acting callously and cruelly? Why does it become increasingly acceptable to act with cowardice and indifference when faced with the suffering or pain of others? Why do so many Souls become more and more arrogant, falling into their Egos and believing that there is no greater being or purpose than their earthly selves? No, my Souls. The world is not as it should be. You will have heard rumours that Mankind is close to annihilation; indeed this is true but not in the way that some may believe. There will be no destruction of the planet, other than by the hand of Man himself and this will be many earthly years in the future. The extinction of Mankind will be when humans continue to walk the Earth, but without Souls; where Darkness reigns supreme and no Soul from the Whiteness will return to that cursed world. Only the Soulless and the Dark will prevail; such a time is not far off and should this happen, we ourselves would have little purpose in our existence … For us to love them as we do, to witness the deterioration and decay of those who lost their way … My Souls, the rain that floods the Earth is nothing to the tears that we will shed.”

The Souls who were listening stayed silent. The Power continued to speak.

“Each one of you that has come here has been chosen to play a crucial role in saving Mankind. You are not the highest evolved Souls but you have attained a great deal of experience; you have expressed resilience and fortitude in your past lives. You do not have to accept this mission; the knowledge of suffering that you will be exposed to is tantamount to what Souls in the final stage of evolution go through. You are advanced but not advanced to the point of becoming a ‘guardian’ and this is what this mission requires.”