I do enjoy good society, ideal friends, “kindred souls,” but I am mindful to be watchful, sober and vigilant, and learn to observe the world from the safe corner of the wise and prudent.
Society is like a cauldron, and our difficult task is to avoid the burning embers and fire of scandals and ignominy, something most of us are adept at doing with the prudence of an old lady or spinster, but few of us (and I have to include here some priests, landlords, and pastors) could be as prudent so as to guard the most vulnerable possessions to our safety and salvation: our heart.
Friends ought to be vetted in the unrolling scrolls of circumstances.
—-Are they lofty, noble and distinguished?
The main problem with most of us is our well-known tendency to waxing sheepish, trusting and complacent in the serious unfolding chapters of our personal existence, because, from the furnace of our past trials and tribulations, and the awful things befalling even to the best of men and women, one should hence, day and night, apply “oneself” to the careful study of society anymore than a phantasmagoria...and this is why the Faust of Goethe is so relevant
Society is like a cauldron, and our difficult task is to avoid the burning embers and fire of scandals and ignominy, something most of us are adept at doing with the prudence of an old lady or spinster, but few of us (and I have to include here some priests, landlords, and pastors) could be as prudent so as to guard the most vulnerable possessions to our safety and salvation: our heart.
Friends ought to be vetted in the unrolling scrolls of circumstances.
—-Are they lofty, noble and distinguished?
The main problem with most of us is our well-known tendency to waxing sheepish, trusting and complacent in the serious unfolding chapters of our personal existence, because, from the furnace of our past trials and tribulations, and the awful things befalling even to the best of men and women, one should hence, day and night, apply “oneself” to the careful study of society anymore than a phantasmagoria...and this is why the Faust of Goethe is so relevant
Our main goal is to protect the hard-earned pearls and gems of wisdom, and perhaps be able to enjoy a glass of wine of brilliancy and genius with kindred souls (ideal companions).
Such fantastic friends, in the battlefield of existence, have been able to defeat the roaring lion, likewise, they have disentangled the incomprehensible self-coiling snake of treachery and mischief, nay, they have been able to defeat the voracious hyena of materialism and the other beasts of our dread and woe.
But it is even more incredible when a good friend would warn me to safeguard my finances, my integrity and my character. Another good friend would warn me to lock the main-entrance door to my habitation and safety, lest these thieves (scoundrels and rascals) in sheep-clothing stab me in the back.
My so-called friend would now sneak away with the esoteric secrets of my fortitude; my holy temple of solitude and peace has often been desecrated by a false friend. Thank God that false-friend did not steal the sword of dignity and self-respect.
The worst betrayal (a dagger in the heart) would be from a false friend.
For those who think that the world is always a wonderful carousel of goodness, innocence and safety, let me remind you of the black-eyed kids haunting the desolate streets of United States of America, whose gracious, beautiful faces, "so cute," could be the finest recommendation of courtesy, amicability and hospitality to a stranger.
http://www.tbsnews.net/splash/legend-black-eyed-children-55705
Once these kids are inside of your house, oh my dear, you would let out a scream.
These creepy entitles are believed to be found solely in USA, for I never heard of such impish children in Latin America. We certainly have the legend of the long-legged kid riding a horse, "a Dominican goblin," but from the unconscious swamps of our native lands, we have not, as yet, encountered such demonic an entity resembling the black-eyed kids of the Anglo Saxon people.
The Caucasian people, well-known for their penchant for the wilderness, have bequeathed to us a frightening list of goblins and phantoms still sleeping in the collective unconscious reaches of their progeny. We may assume such elusive figments, i. e., ghosts and goblins, as existing but in relation to the beholder's peculiar "psychological make-up," which, as previously stated, is said to be molded by the attendant circumstances of sacred religious beliefs, or customs vis-a-vis milieu and clime.
For those interested in some bizarre stories verging on the paranormal, I would like to recommend the soul-wracking writings of Brent Swancer, who, to me has the "thrill of dread" lodged in the stream-blood of his remarkable creative ingenuity.
Remind you: we all tend to project ourselves' inner-world, our childhood, into the outer pictures and motley tapestry of human experience. At any rate, one cannot deny a Collective Consciousness in the interpretation of transient phenomena.
Why would evil spirits assume the innocent face of an innocent child to win our trust and benevolence?
Just be careful, the eyes are said to be black as pitch: the Iris, pupil and cornea, according to some witnesses, seem to have no discernible differentiation, nor boundary nor lines. Without any room for privacy, your belongings could be stolen, in-rushing problems could just break-in through the main-entrance door.
I assure you, once these kids are inside of your house, you would let out a scream. Some trouble could take away your peace, your sleepless night could be turned into a nightmare. For a vigilant sentinel, one ought to be alert, watchful, sober and ready for the task of life.
Malefic Powers: Reality or Myth?
Those creepy eyes, as though gouged-out, may appear like two prominent black holes hanging loose on a pale face. I know this is frightening, but so it is a person who is too trusting and sheepish. I know some of you to be cautious when coming to grips with one of these frightening entities: strangers of the night. I beseech you, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, please, pray, and pray, and pray, because like black-eyed kids, so there are mysterious phenomena defying any explanation.
Angels do exist anymore than the reality of devils or bad people out there. If you are an intelligent person, then don't run into any "strangers' wide-spreading arms" like a silly sheep freeway into the butcher's trap or the infamous slaughterhouse for fools (Proverbs Chapter 1). If you know someone to lack wisdom, tell him or her to apply herself to (Proverbs Chapter 12).
It is a fact of life: five out of six people could turn out to be a veritable jerking experience.
Just check your intimate personal annals of traumatic experiences with people out there. The more gifted and intelligent you are, the more selective and small would be the inner circle of your angels: Friends of Integrity, Loyalty, Probity and High-mindedness, what a strange breed of human beings, these angels are your blessings!!!
Bad people do exist, as real as serial killers, or subtle tormentors of one's soul, could inflict pain, in "attrition-like manner," could be as effective as those Devils who may maim and mangle your body's limbs into the dark quarters of hell.
The latter, "subtle tormentor of one's soul," (Chupacabra as known in Latin America) is the most common arch-enemy and mortal foe, and for the most part, he or she may escape the weight and vigor of the law (beyond impunity).
Their wiles and arrows are charged at one's self-esteem with laser-like precision, and little by little one would lose self-confidence, self-reliance, self-determination, self-empowered conviction in the serious battlefield of life. Fight the Good Fight!!!
Watch out, because such friend is actually your enemy.
With such counterfeit-friends, you don't need enemies as the saying goes, but even Jesus had a bad friend in Judas Iscariot, and sometimes our character is perfected through such trials and tribulations.
Your sharp words hurt like the point of a spear in my soul.
These latter friends are said to be intellectually superior, but be careful, intelligence not always tallies to goodness. As a matter of factly personal experiences with intellectually superior people, some could be as caustic and corrosive (sardonic) as lethal acids to our self-esteem, and they could charge their poisonous lampoon at our humble educational levels to make us feel inferior, crappy and a total failure in their eyes. Be careful, run away from that friend. He or she is at war with you.
The Good Angel: A Beautiful Human Being of Trust and Integrity: His Rebuke is Good To Me!!!
At times, believe it or not, just when you came out of a heartbreaking experience, Providence (Dios) have probably sent you an amazing human being, so increíble perfect, you have probably thought her or him to be but an angel in the Order of Melchizedek, the High Priest! My goodness! She or he is an angel!!!
But still, be careful, to jump into foolishness and so quickly hold that human as an angel. Some creepy entities could assume the expressive lovely eyes of Gabriel or Michael the good angels: serial killer Ted Bundy, for instance, had the face of an angel. But I personally believe that the countenance (face) could eventually reveal whether your angel is in fact a godly human being.
Angels are a fact of life, and they are sent to you to keep you on the right path of self-improvement, saintliness, purity and perfection. At some point, you may not only meet an angel, could probably have access to mystical temples reserved for the finest souls: this is a fact of life. If your heart is pure, then you shall be blessed, the lovely woods would be a heaven to your heart's content!
Some of my greatest challenges:
At times, I have to let a friend know, albeit indirectly, that within him or her there are scary entities at war with me. Likewise, you can intuit when a person has ill feelings for you.
A dearly loved human being may be a wonderful friend, but sometimes one can feel a "subtle discord" lurking behind the face of trust. Quickly, alert your friend to start praying because something is wrong: could be a subtle injury "rift of trust" in the past, a word that hurt the feelings to the core, or some unresolved issue along the path of forgiveness and mutual love.
You may extend a simple gift to your dearly loved friend as an expression of filial love and respect. This gift of love could act like an antidote against the psychic transmission of hatred, jealousy, vengeance, pride, and the well-known ugly energies emerging from the heartbeats' deepest palpitations.
As ugly as the reality of serious offenses and betrayal, one would need to "guard our heart" from further damages, and tactfully, let that person know that from the dark unfathomable reaches of the heart, our human nature without a "good checker," therein could emerge monstrous things that would shock you and me.
View of the George Washington Bridge, courtesy of Richard Bolger
Such fantastic friends, in the battlefield of existence, have been able to defeat the roaring lion, likewise, they have disentangled the incomprehensible self-coiling snake of treachery and mischief, nay, they have been able to defeat the voracious hyena of materialism and the other beasts of our dread and woe.
But it is even more incredible when a good friend would warn me to safeguard my finances, my integrity and my character. Another good friend would warn me to lock the main-entrance door to my habitation and safety, lest these thieves (scoundrels and rascals) in sheep-clothing stab me in the back.
My so-called friend would now sneak away with the esoteric secrets of my fortitude; my holy temple of solitude and peace has often been desecrated by a false friend. Thank God that false-friend did not steal the sword of dignity and self-respect.
The worst betrayal (a dagger in the heart) would be from a false friend.
For those who think that the world is always a wonderful carousel of goodness, innocence and safety, let me remind you of the black-eyed kids haunting the desolate streets of United States of America, whose gracious, beautiful faces, "so cute," could be the finest recommendation of courtesy, amicability and hospitality to a stranger.
http://www.tbsnews.net/splash/legend-black-eyed-children-55705
Once these kids are inside of your house, oh my dear, you would let out a scream.
These creepy entitles are believed to be found solely in USA, for I never heard of such impish children in Latin America. We certainly have the legend of the long-legged kid riding a horse, "a Dominican goblin," but from the unconscious swamps of our native lands, we have not, as yet, encountered such demonic an entity resembling the black-eyed kids of the Anglo Saxon people.
The Caucasian people, well-known for their penchant for the wilderness, have bequeathed to us a frightening list of goblins and phantoms still sleeping in the collective unconscious reaches of their progeny. We may assume such elusive figments, i. e., ghosts and goblins, as existing but in relation to the beholder's peculiar "psychological make-up," which, as previously stated, is said to be molded by the attendant circumstances of sacred religious beliefs, or customs vis-a-vis milieu and clime.
For those interested in some bizarre stories verging on the paranormal, I would like to recommend the soul-wracking writings of Brent Swancer, who, to me has the "thrill of dread" lodged in the stream-blood of his remarkable creative ingenuity.
Remind you: we all tend to project ourselves' inner-world, our childhood, into the outer pictures and motley tapestry of human experience. At any rate, one cannot deny a Collective Consciousness in the interpretation of transient phenomena.
Why would evil spirits assume the innocent face of an innocent child to win our trust and benevolence?
Just be careful, the eyes are said to be black as pitch: the Iris, pupil and cornea, according to some witnesses, seem to have no discernible differentiation, nor boundary nor lines. Without any room for privacy, your belongings could be stolen, in-rushing problems could just break-in through the main-entrance door.
I assure you, once these kids are inside of your house, you would let out a scream. Some trouble could take away your peace, your sleepless night could be turned into a nightmare. For a vigilant sentinel, one ought to be alert, watchful, sober and ready for the task of life.
Malefic Powers: Reality or Myth?
Those creepy eyes, as though gouged-out, may appear like two prominent black holes hanging loose on a pale face. I know this is frightening, but so it is a person who is too trusting and sheepish. I know some of you to be cautious when coming to grips with one of these frightening entities: strangers of the night. I beseech you, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, please, pray, and pray, and pray, because like black-eyed kids, so there are mysterious phenomena defying any explanation.
Angels do exist anymore than the reality of devils or bad people out there. If you are an intelligent person, then don't run into any "strangers' wide-spreading arms" like a silly sheep freeway into the butcher's trap or the infamous slaughterhouse for fools (Proverbs Chapter 1). If you know someone to lack wisdom, tell him or her to apply herself to (Proverbs Chapter 12).
It is a fact of life: five out of six people could turn out to be a veritable jerking experience.
Just check your intimate personal annals of traumatic experiences with people out there. The more gifted and intelligent you are, the more selective and small would be the inner circle of your angels: Friends of Integrity, Loyalty, Probity and High-mindedness, what a strange breed of human beings, these angels are your blessings!!!
Bad people do exist, as real as serial killers, or subtle tormentors of one's soul, could inflict pain, in "attrition-like manner," could be as effective as those Devils who may maim and mangle your body's limbs into the dark quarters of hell.
The latter, "subtle tormentor of one's soul," (Chupacabra as known in Latin America) is the most common arch-enemy and mortal foe, and for the most part, he or she may escape the weight and vigor of the law (beyond impunity).
Their wiles and arrows are charged at one's self-esteem with laser-like precision, and little by little one would lose self-confidence, self-reliance, self-determination, self-empowered conviction in the serious battlefield of life. Fight the Good Fight!!!
Watch out, because such friend is actually your enemy.
With such counterfeit-friends, you don't need enemies as the saying goes, but even Jesus had a bad friend in Judas Iscariot, and sometimes our character is perfected through such trials and tribulations.
Your sharp words hurt like the point of a spear in my soul.
These latter friends are said to be intellectually superior, but be careful, intelligence not always tallies to goodness. As a matter of factly personal experiences with intellectually superior people, some could be as caustic and corrosive (sardonic) as lethal acids to our self-esteem, and they could charge their poisonous lampoon at our humble educational levels to make us feel inferior, crappy and a total failure in their eyes. Be careful, run away from that friend. He or she is at war with you.
The Good Angel: A Beautiful Human Being of Trust and Integrity: His Rebuke is Good To Me!!!
At times, believe it or not, just when you came out of a heartbreaking experience, Providence (Dios) have probably sent you an amazing human being, so increíble perfect, you have probably thought her or him to be but an angel in the Order of Melchizedek, the High Priest! My goodness! She or he is an angel!!!
But still, be careful, to jump into foolishness and so quickly hold that human as an angel. Some creepy entities could assume the expressive lovely eyes of Gabriel or Michael the good angels: serial killer Ted Bundy, for instance, had the face of an angel. But I personally believe that the countenance (face) could eventually reveal whether your angel is in fact a godly human being.
Angels are a fact of life, and they are sent to you to keep you on the right path of self-improvement, saintliness, purity and perfection. At some point, you may not only meet an angel, could probably have access to mystical temples reserved for the finest souls: this is a fact of life. If your heart is pure, then you shall be blessed, the lovely woods would be a heaven to your heart's content!
Some of my greatest challenges:
At times, I have to let a friend know, albeit indirectly, that within him or her there are scary entities at war with me. Likewise, you can intuit when a person has ill feelings for you.
A dearly loved human being may be a wonderful friend, but sometimes one can feel a "subtle discord" lurking behind the face of trust. Quickly, alert your friend to start praying because something is wrong: could be a subtle injury "rift of trust" in the past, a word that hurt the feelings to the core, or some unresolved issue along the path of forgiveness and mutual love.
You may extend a simple gift to your dearly loved friend as an expression of filial love and respect. This gift of love could act like an antidote against the psychic transmission of hatred, jealousy, vengeance, pride, and the well-known ugly energies emerging from the heartbeats' deepest palpitations.
As ugly as the reality of serious offenses and betrayal, one would need to "guard our heart" from further damages, and tactfully, let that person know that from the dark unfathomable reaches of the heart, our human nature without a "good checker," therein could emerge monstrous things that would shock you and me.
View of the George Washington Bridge, courtesy of Richard Bolger
With a pandemic still looming in the months to come, we ought to be frugal and see to our finances the wisdom of saving, and avoid spending lavishly in restaurants and bars, unless there is a steady flow of income for years to come.
Nevertheless, people like me, freelancers and artistic grasshoppers, are in love with New York’s hectic streets and contagious vibrancy, especially the “mainstream American culture,” and if you can speak and read English, the skyscrapers and museums are just for you.
Even in the midst of this awful pandemic, I am tempted to engage in a few mindless binges at the local bar-restaurant Saggio, 181st Street and Cabrini! But a whispering voice, “the sotto voce of the Holy Spirit,” has kept me safe in the right path that distills milk, peace and honey: Psalm 23.
Mind you, the wise one would avoid the wiles and stratagems of Mephistopheles (Satan), for he knows that to guzzle alcoholic drinks recklessly, “vino veritas,” would render the silly sheep tipsy, trashy, careless and an easy catch!
Wine, if drunk in just a few glasses and coups of brilliancy and genius, is good with friends at home, but do not invite the shifty devil to your table-talks, he would certainly get you by your ass: witless babbles and yammering would turn you into a sordid simpleton, a brutish yahoo, and the guarded secrets of your heart would be out.
In-rushing troubles would often break loose through the broad path of a careless mouth, and the Pit of Hell is crowded with crazy people running away from the devils of alcohol in a society breaking down. Even in Harlem’s once notorious areas, pubs, cafes and restaurants have become the new hubs, “the hotspots,” to venting out the complicated issues of human existence.
“The Village Virus” coining a phrase from Sinclair Lewis (in his classic Main Street) could become the greatest single resistant and antidote (a propitious booze for the lost crowd of perdition) to all the angst and premonition of a world-system going to wrecks.
September could be the critical juncture for the slow crawling of this creepy pandemic into a protracted nightmare: recession, inflation and potential riots and looting in the months ahead.
Moratorium has been extended for a few more months (till October), but let us remain sanguine to one of the worst recessions in modern times.
—Is it as bad as the collapse of the Bronze Age by the Sea-People?
—Silence here.
Real Estate and the New Neighbors Up Here in Washington Heights.
As you may know, an ever increasing high taxation, the black swans of a stagnant economy, the nagging uncertainties of a city still recovering from the creepy gloom of COVID-19, with its latest variant, Delta, have driven some prudent folks to seek elsewhere the comfort and lifestyle of some of the best enclaves in New York City.
Good news is New York City’s quick gentrification in Harlem and in Washington Heights’ uppermost quiet areas, “Hudson Heights,” adjacent to the Fort Tryon Park, are bringing a new exodus of neighbors seeking to smooth their expenditures during this time of uncertainties.
Indeed, high-quality apartments and buildings, “homey and cosy neighborhoods” alongside Cabrini, Pinehurst, Lafayette, Bennett Avenue, with rent fees much lower than the costly maintenance of a 5th Avenue apartment!
Despite all the phobia and paranoia wrecking havoc in the heart of our community, some businesses (especially the pharmaceutical establishment and the pubs) are still reaping ludicrous profits, but churches and other essential institutions to curbing the restive cattle of humanity, are beginning to suffer the brunt of recession.
The new variant novel Delta has raised some serious concerns for some folks, but if you have been vaccinated, the chances of contracting the mutating strains of COVID-19 are believed to be lower. But one ought to be careful, cautious and vigilant. Avoid group-gathering as much as possible.
We have been warned not only against the ubiquitous COVID-19, but it seems that there is a widespread angst on the side-effects of the vaccines.
As crazy as this may sound to you, the herd-population is split into a dichotomy: the vaccinated vs the unvaccinated. My fear is that perhaps I have been stamped with the Mark of the Beast (666), but a good Catholic priest assured me that science is on the side of God.
God Help Us!
I took the vaccine, Pfizer, but I don’t know whether we are prey to a host of psychosomatic symptoms: from feeling uncanny sensations of skin-burning, like the twinges of localized sharp pains from artritis, or some “acupuncture needling” around the legs and torso.
Nevertheless, people like me, freelancers and artistic grasshoppers, are in love with New York’s hectic streets and contagious vibrancy, especially the “mainstream American culture,” and if you can speak and read English, the skyscrapers and museums are just for you.
Even in the midst of this awful pandemic, I am tempted to engage in a few mindless binges at the local bar-restaurant Saggio, 181st Street and Cabrini! But a whispering voice, “the sotto voce of the Holy Spirit,” has kept me safe in the right path that distills milk, peace and honey: Psalm 23.
Mind you, the wise one would avoid the wiles and stratagems of Mephistopheles (Satan), for he knows that to guzzle alcoholic drinks recklessly, “vino veritas,” would render the silly sheep tipsy, trashy, careless and an easy catch!
Wine, if drunk in just a few glasses and coups of brilliancy and genius, is good with friends at home, but do not invite the shifty devil to your table-talks, he would certainly get you by your ass: witless babbles and yammering would turn you into a sordid simpleton, a brutish yahoo, and the guarded secrets of your heart would be out.
In-rushing troubles would often break loose through the broad path of a careless mouth, and the Pit of Hell is crowded with crazy people running away from the devils of alcohol in a society breaking down. Even in Harlem’s once notorious areas, pubs, cafes and restaurants have become the new hubs, “the hotspots,” to venting out the complicated issues of human existence.
“The Village Virus” coining a phrase from Sinclair Lewis (in his classic Main Street) could become the greatest single resistant and antidote (a propitious booze for the lost crowd of perdition) to all the angst and premonition of a world-system going to wrecks.
September could be the critical juncture for the slow crawling of this creepy pandemic into a protracted nightmare: recession, inflation and potential riots and looting in the months ahead.
Moratorium has been extended for a few more months (till October), but let us remain sanguine to one of the worst recessions in modern times.
—Is it as bad as the collapse of the Bronze Age by the Sea-People?
—Silence here.
Real Estate and the New Neighbors Up Here in Washington Heights.
As you may know, an ever increasing high taxation, the black swans of a stagnant economy, the nagging uncertainties of a city still recovering from the creepy gloom of COVID-19, with its latest variant, Delta, have driven some prudent folks to seek elsewhere the comfort and lifestyle of some of the best enclaves in New York City.
Good news is New York City’s quick gentrification in Harlem and in Washington Heights’ uppermost quiet areas, “Hudson Heights,” adjacent to the Fort Tryon Park, are bringing a new exodus of neighbors seeking to smooth their expenditures during this time of uncertainties.
Indeed, high-quality apartments and buildings, “homey and cosy neighborhoods” alongside Cabrini, Pinehurst, Lafayette, Bennett Avenue, with rent fees much lower than the costly maintenance of a 5th Avenue apartment!
Despite all the phobia and paranoia wrecking havoc in the heart of our community, some businesses (especially the pharmaceutical establishment and the pubs) are still reaping ludicrous profits, but churches and other essential institutions to curbing the restive cattle of humanity, are beginning to suffer the brunt of recession.
The new variant novel Delta has raised some serious concerns for some folks, but if you have been vaccinated, the chances of contracting the mutating strains of COVID-19 are believed to be lower. But one ought to be careful, cautious and vigilant. Avoid group-gathering as much as possible.
We have been warned not only against the ubiquitous COVID-19, but it seems that there is a widespread angst on the side-effects of the vaccines.
As crazy as this may sound to you, the herd-population is split into a dichotomy: the vaccinated vs the unvaccinated. My fear is that perhaps I have been stamped with the Mark of the Beast (666), but a good Catholic priest assured me that science is on the side of God.
God Help Us!
I took the vaccine, Pfizer, but I don’t know whether we are prey to a host of psychosomatic symptoms: from feeling uncanny sensations of skin-burning, like the twinges of localized sharp pains from artritis, or some “acupuncture needling” around the legs and torso.