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Got get off this bleeping continent for a bit but I shall return whether you like it or not.

AHR! Tie that scurvy dog to the yardarm and read the charges... there's not a man jack on this ship that wouldn't keel haul his own grandmother for the silver in her hair har har!

We got letters of mark from the crown to loot as we will! Set course for the nearest shipping lane!

That sooner or later people like me would show up...

We DO care... because we got big bawls... even the girls... huuuge cojones.

Haters made me famous... the fearful have made me a legend among men... Idiots have made me a rock star. Assholes have made me a king.

I prefer to be a knight.

My great uncle was batman before batman was cool and my grandfather was the original hammer.

Don't like it?

Take it up with management.

Wanna worship men and angels?

Go right ahead but be it known that God's computer has a SMITE key...

Wanna oppose me?

Fine with me.

It just paints a bullseye on your forehead.

All colors eventually run into one as the song goes.

A volcano does not respect pride, nor does a tornado nor do I. Your reaction to me determines your fate.

This is all a simple matter.

Abominations are not long for this Earth.

Kisses and good luck with your nastiness.

Friends are just enemies that don't have the balls to kill you... this comes from Judy Tenuta, someone with the utter balls to play an accordian...

Hats off to her.

The Rock of Ages says to KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH. Am I insulting and provocative? Does a Klingon have bad breath? Will I delight in pissing you off with the fucking truth?

Of course.

Will I slap around the idiots that challenge the Throne?

I typically never get the damn chance.

Deep sigh...

Faithless swine... maybe larger pearls shoved up the ass will get the job done. If not... there is always the fire pit and luah.

Mayhap I need a break. Leaving the continental US on the 23rd har har... Hawaii beckons me to her lovely volcanoes and black sand beaches.

For ungrateful created... DOOM... while you run your mouths something is coming... you shall never know it is there because you neve shut up.

Do you know the agony of being cut off from grace? Any clue? You are about to.

You piss off your protectors and we simply stand back and let the dark ones have fun with you. I say HAVE AT IT... what chains?

I just ask not to kill anyone... don't want anything less than the best in Hell. Now do we?

If they require hell on earth, let em have it... they obviously seem to like it. Give em what they want. They made their bed now they get to lie in it.

Reap the whilrwind!

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Xzavier
17:35 Jan 19 2011

What I find interesting is that you never actually say anything. Everyone's stupid, you're gods go-to boy and something is coming if we don't "heed your words" but again you never really say anything.

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I have ONE account... that's it. I have no hidden agenda. I have no desire for dominions nor accolades nor badges or pennants.

I am however, on the CLOCK all the time.

It's all going into my report which is being streamed LIVE as I go.

This life these hands are borrowed and I have no illusions in my grey heart.

There IS actually a cure for stupid.

It is not pleasant.

Hate me Love me, it shows where you stand. It makes things all the more easier for my allies who have not the same covenants I do.

Do I respond well to threats?

Actually I do.

I love em... show me your teeth. Let's see what you got. Are you worthy and not respectable? Let's find out.

You want a vulgar display of power that can be arranged. I take no shit from the created... I am not my brother.

think of this... 100 years from now, who cares?

it puts things in perspective.

Humanity is a new race and just testing out their wings... many problems are being sorted as you read this. Try not to worry on these things... they too shall pass.

Changes are coming... these too will pass... the specials will feel them FIRST.... hold on and hold out. STAND and be true to what you believe.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself as the saying goes. Hold to each other and be well and merry.

I'll see you on the other side with a beer.

think of this... 100 years from now, who cares?

it puts things in perspective.

Humanity is a new race and just testing out their wings... many problems are being sorted as you read this. Try not to worry on these things... they too shall pass.

Changes are coming... these too will pass... the specials will feel them FIRST.... hold on and hold out. STAND and be true to what you believe.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself as the saying goes. Hold to each other and be well and merry.

I'll see you on the other side with a beer.

think of this... 100 years from now, who cares?

it puts things in perspective.

Humanity is a new race and just testing out their wings... many problems are being sorted as you read this. Try not to worry on these things... they too shall pass.

Changes are coming... these too will pass... the specials will feel them FIRST.... hold on and hold out. STAND and be true to what you believe.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself as the saying goes. Hold to each other and be well and merry.

I'll see you on the other side with a beer.

Stirrings in deep waters? Does Leviathan rise in answer to his Lord's command?

Do great dark angels look around them are the pieces of chains and feel love at last?

Do they know that through this awesome forgiveness salvation is thrust upon them and the trickster that started it all is knowing what it means to stand alone, surrounded by those wronged?

In a word... HOLY SHIT.

Payback can be a bitch sometimes.

This might get ugly.

Their business, all I ask is that they take it to the lower planes for resolution.

you must be joking...

Why?

SHEYIT...

There is no why.

There is go or go not... do or do not. There is no fucking spoon after all. What will happen is already writ... you just have to CHOOSE to be there as 80% of success is simply showing up.

Is the spirit of Achilles alive?

Of course it is.

Is what the man Jesus taught alive and well?

of course it is.

Are there divinities walking around among you?

Of course there are.

Are you all just rats in a maze being subjected to tests?

Of course you are.

Does the Judge of the living and the dead have a sense of humor?

You bet.

Has he sent his angels among you?

You have never been left alone... this is a FACT.

Dig up a destroyed city in northern Iraq and see the evidence yourselves. Feel the lingering power of a divine hand there in the smouldering ruins.

Does even the devil himself answer to a higher power?

Of course.

All of them do.

I do as well.

I have never forgotten the faces of my fathers even when I was in error. To strive violently and come up short again and again is the nature of corporeal wisdom.

Make no mistake all you confused people... you are ALL volunteers. You ALL were a star where you came from.

Would the Throne dispatch Legions of dark angels among you to show you how to be grateful?

HE already has.

The problem with people is that they are paralyzed by disbelief. You REACT... you do not act.

You embrace insanity as trends dictate.

You die badly for a cause that is not your own. You fight amongst each other. Religion... possessions....

You are bared from the stars because of this.

Keep it up and the NECRON shall be deployed and you will drown in your own dead. You shall starve and be walked into a hell of your own making.

Is this a threat?

Of course it is... I am a threatening menacing thing because that is what this liar's world has made me.

Am I better than that?

That is for me to know and you to find out.

Do I serve God or Mammon?

Nobody's damn business but MINE.

There are but words in a world full of bullshit and spin.

Can you see the truth for what it is?

Not with your heads up your asses and hands around each other's throats.

Will I attack my foes here?

Why should I give warnings? That is tactically unsound. Am I alone?

Not by a long shot.

While you were humping trees and worshipping idols you have been infiltrated. Can you hear the snoring of sleeper agents?

Shall I tell you who I really am?

Not bloody likely.

For those of you that believe in NOTHING... yer asses are marked. For those of you that need proof... we shall SMITE. For those of you that hide behind a group identity, you shall not stand.

You shall crawl as the weak things you are. You can watch from your bellies how we sing and cleave and smash... pray we stomp you not.

To many of you.... what they hell are you doing on MY planet? I told you there was no escaping... We are patient... and wise to the point of insanity.

Hear the cry of the war child... the child of the Line... that which loves all with equal savage pride.

I am horribly awake aware and alive among you again... I must admit payback is a bitch.

Now that we have taken our just due from you stupid monkeys, what now? Had enough?

I wonder how you will REACT to this latest turn of divine intervention. Be careful as our teeth are bigger than yours and you are but a shadow of what you are elsewhere.

Is lovely Lucifer lord of this world?

Only when God is busy.

Remember that God is love and Lucifer is lust... it was intended to know BOTH. Can you fathom the nature of their relationship?

The great games they have played over the aeons among you?

Everytime an angel promotes one of you their ranks swell and their hearts are renewed while you wallow in despair.

What are you? Stupid?

They are Legion... you are rabble.

Should you have no faith in your maker, God shall leave the phone off the hook. Think on of what you are made... the best and worst of it all.

You can be either.

Dark or Light you are each a master of your own fate. One thing that God likes is a good contest... hell he loves the fights.

Get your shit together or HE will give you one that you may not survive. Spit in the eye of God long enough and sooner or later, he will send someone to take care of you.

Want to be disowned?

Me either.

Who called this fucking meeting anyway?

There is a thirst there in that grey... a ship returns home guided by great light houses after an even greater journey of discovery... and plunder.

Har har... this scurvy pirate shares these treasures as they are the kind that you take with you.

We fierce privateers as the lovers of your souls, the terror of the greedy and pious and generally fun to be around.

What we are is really nothing new.

We have been here before... many times.

Let's fly up the jolly roger... Strigoi on nights, Lycans swabbing the decks along side pirates and other assorted sea dogs...

On board the DESTROYER, first lady of the seas. Would they fear our dread magiks or the obscene amount of sheer fire-power, steel and claws?

They can take thier pick. It all boils down to the same thing. THE DAY IS OURS!

No one shall cry alone anymore. No one shall go hungry for shame of what they are.

It has been said it is forbidden to piss against the wind and I know why... foul spirits await to enter... be wary... and make friends with some hard men of faith just in case it goes sideways.

Should we be watchful of the reefs and mindful of the influence of demon rum and wanton women...

We shall drink to the foam so to say.

Come as you are, as there is no better you.

I have learned my lessons at the hands of harsh task masters and studied both myth and history.

This is the dream... this is also the reality.

Consider the legacy we leave our children... shall it be a rich one with stern lessons well learned? Or shall it be the old way, the death trip of separation?

Shall we return to the simple ways of our grandfathers when men were men and women were GOD? I have made my plans already... knowing full well that plans never survive first contact with the enemy.

Sometimes old enemies become the best of friends during the turn of an age... do YOU remember what you are fighting for?

If you don't then you are part of the problem.

Here on the Rave, I can voice my scurvy thoughts without being dumped on... some even enjoy these flights of fancy.

Remember too that every building you see, every car, every clever thing you enjoy so much was made possible by the human spirit.

This is the most enduring and powerful force on the planet... perhaps even the Universe. The race evolves and devolves as it goes, naturally... and there are changes coming... big ones.

Many shall know true fear as they are confronted by what made them. I have seen the face of my maker... in the mirror.

I like what I see and am happy with what HE has given me. It is tough getting used to. The eyes of a stranger greet me each morning.

I am not frightened by this thing I have become.

I have a savage love for my maker.

When you are as I am... you no longer fear it....

Here there is an all emcompassing love that just blows your doors off. The roof too. Fine with me... I got seat belts fashioned from the entrails of my foe...

Ah, my lovely sea... to dance with her forever... to explore her inside and out... to see again far off lands for the glory of my insane cause.

Freedom... unity... acceptance...

I know these things are out of style... so are fanny packs... I wear one anyway.

I'm a throw back... a meat eating dinosaur filled with testosterone and very out of fashion in the eyes of this world of moral cowardice and compromise.

I am a professional idiot so that others may not have to be. I seek so that I may find the lost...

Home is where the heart is... you want Nirvana? Utopia? Build it yourselves.

You were given the tools and the talent at BIRTH.

Our defiance to God is one of our most endearing traits... HE slings us out of the garden, we simply make a new one somewhere else.

We shall hunt that which hunts us and hit em where it hurts the most... the wallet...

Pursuit of truth and dreams is at an all time low... you are easily bored meaning you are not being challenged enough... this is understandable.

Not all of you respect the holy books but I know for certain that without exception the sword does command a certain ATTENTION.

There comes a time in everyone's life when they must choose a path. The oppression of the lash or the freedom of the sword...

The WAY is not for all.

Many are sheep and shall never know the utter joy of living well. For them I have only a weak pity...

Such a waste of talent and resources.

To waste time is to waste LIFE as time is what life is made of. May this set you on...

May the angels bless and keep you.

May we all STAND.

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Oceanne
20:14 Jan 16 2011

I for one do enjoy your "flights of fancy" and the way you write about them.

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So is tide... after you hurt us, I've seen em come and go. So we sent others. You killed them of course but naturally they left something behind that you could not kill despite all your efforts.

Hope.

Defiance.

Excellence.

Faith.

A legacy is left everytime.

One such example is Kennedy who left behind the SEAL teams, the hardest men on the planet who have not only had to fight their foes on the field of battle but bad management.

These are the embodiment and evolution of the species, free, unafraid and with a rich history. Men like these make all these frivolous gothy things possible.

Everytime you open that mouth and your brain falls out, it is men like this dying in some horrible place that made it all possible.

Everytime I cast a flower into still waters, lend support to the families of the fallen or drag a lost soul out of the dark, it is for them.

Before I am done, I am going to piss off a lot people... this is the nature of TRUTH... it shall set you free but first it WILL piss you off... truth is hurtful if you have believed in bullshit all your life.

It is what it is.

Take it or leave it.

Stay in the shallow end of gene pool if you like and be pissed on by retards and children that know know no better.

I myself would wash my hands of you but management has other ideas.

Out in the deep thar be serpents... but there is also adventure and treasure to be had... the kind you take WITH you. To captain your OWN ship is best... to make good friends along the way even better.

There is strength in numbers.

There are also the grand lone wolves that prove it all wrong... many faces, beauty from all worlds.

How we shall fight. How we shall love. All I want is happiness.... and unlimited power. he he... best to agree with me now and avoid the struggle.

You want to live forever?

It's easy.

Beyond that veil is the secret to your true nature and all of them are different and special in their own ways.

How do you cut through that veil?

Each soul has a song... or a blade or fang... be bold in the face of your own divinity and take that leap of faith... in yourself.

It is not easy my fine tadpoles...

It can be an utter bitch. It will hurt. Power protects itself from the profane. Light or dark or grey, we are all on this world together in the same boat so to speak... help each other... do not hesitate. Do not follow trends.

Shine babies shine.

Fight... fight for your right to be in the stars, to BE stars. When money is worth nothing, what will you have left?

Pray it does not come to that.

Pray that we do not have to create a hell on earth yet again.

Pray that people learn at long last how to SHARE.

Greed is even more lethal than pride. Last time I saw Gabriel, it was in a bar and he was broke... you bet yer ass I bought him all the beer he could stand. He above all needs to know that not all men are assholes.

He carries the dread horn that will end us as we are now. I drink now for the fallen... that they shall be uplifted and humbled at the same time, that they may once again know grace and shatter their chains.

For all our sakes... be warned...be kind... be mankind.

Dear Five Points of all creation, spare us from the bullshitters and pretenders and other souls destined for the hangman's noose.

May we know them at sight and smite the idiocy from them. May they be made worthy so we do not have to kill them in great numbers.... Hear the call of thy unworthy servant to this end... for the preservation of life in all its many forms.

They shall feel our might.

They shall KNOW fear in a handful of dust...

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and show me yer booty... break out the cannon and sharp objects and prepare to board fatted treasure vessels...

I have come off my mountain and looked.. people are clever and tough and damn smart... there is hope for you yet!

You are worth my blood and my line... I shall help you until my last breath. How I have fallen in love with this Earth...

Ah, lovely lust... a gift indeed. Our passion is the Maker's delight... our savage love is also HIS delight. Even the gods themselves fear our passions.

Petty divinities quake at our love.

Have fun out there... be sweaty and bold.

This is a good thing... but try not to go the way of the Romans... we all know how that ended up.

Now let me give you all a lesson in pride...

DAVID versus GOLIATH for the title... did that big bastard know that a little rock used properly by a good man could punch right through his silly skull?

of course he did...

Did he stop to think to raise his shield?

Nope... he though he was invincible...

He thought his ability to awe the enemy was enough.

the desire to awe the enemy is a disease according to Bruce Lee... His legacy lives on... so does that of Kennedy and Achilles and other men who were not impressed by pride on the battlefield.

Be it an open field of battle or a courtroom... it all boils down to the same thing.

PRIDE KILLS.

Now this is a tall order.

Some will HEAR me... others will go back to putting things in their mouths or arms or even up their silly noses.

While the bored immortals are busy cutting on themselves in sheer boredom, something truly horrific is massing troops, testing gates and checking out the seals that bind them.

You can hear me or not... it makes no difference to me. I now have a Necronomicon in my hands... thanks to the idiocy of Avon books.

Be very VERY careful what you wish for race of ARRA... people are watching very closely. Power comes with a very high price and most of you are writing checks your asses cannot cash.

Everytime you see a rainbow, it is a reminder from the throne itself that another flood shall not be sent.

There are however, other vile tides that await to destroy you. I care not what you do... If I fail then it simply means HOME for me... hell on Earth for you.

You have always thought that the rules did not apply to you as you are young and stupid.

This is no longer the case.

Punches shall not be pulled. That which stands alone is easily overcome and slain. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.... so make you some more friends... you're going to be needing them.

You are now a dangerous race on the brink of your ascension or judgement... we know you are not to be trifled with as you have grown STRONG.

You need to be stronger and not so damn petty.

Me and mine are here to help you but we have to be INVITED to do this... them's the rules.

There are several ways to draw the attention of a Linewalker but do this not lightly as we are not to be trifled with... unless of course you have beer and music.

We can train you to hunt the devourers and be as we are. You will know us to be true to you as we will not charge you an arm and a leg.

Sometimes a word of kindness or a shiny rock will do. We are here to protect our investment.

If you are a stupid sheep, we shall shear you and make Ugg boots of you as we like these...

If you are a rogue wolf we shall catch you and remove the thorn from your paw that pissed you off. We will hunt the hunters... as your work is needed.

There are too many damn sheep!

There are too many wicked men making and selling demon powders that kill families! Make an example of them... or we shall.

You do NOT want aroused Linewalkers in your midst. You do NOT want Destroying Angels that often aid us making a beef down here.

There is a better way... the way of the Loa can lead to great highs that do not steal souls. . . more profitable as well... killing the customer is not a wise thing to do.

To love as we do is a grand thing... to throw one's arms around a weary world and give her your heart is the ultimate high... in fact it can get you just plain bombed.

There are better ways.

If it does not come from God, it is an abomination and subject to INSTANT KARMA.

Yes, these things are actionable...

We are all the children of the Maker in our many colors... we all serve in our own ways. The special people on this beloved site that I have grown to love are but one example of them.

You have been made to suffer for a reason.

You have been created deadly in HIS own image for this is a liar's world. See clearly that which does not show its face is untrue.

As fallen angels rejoin their beloved choir and seek penance and new things, so shall we.

The Maker never wanted this cruelty for us but it is what we have made it. For now, I am a proxy of the powers that be.

I shall remain this until it is time for me to return to my home. Am I unhappy to be here?

Sometimes... have I tasted gun oil in my mouth? Touched razorkeen blades to my throat or looked sideways at bottles of governement given anti-psychotic meds?

You bet.

Something has always stopped my hand.

Sometimes it was 'who will feed the cats'?

Sometimes it was the stern face of Commander Marcinko glaring at me from the cover of one of his books... sometimes it was beating that next level on some stupic video game... We all do what we have to.

I am no longer content with mere survival.

I want to fight and win.

If you want in on this action, I am not hard to find. I shall create an army of the destroyed, the unwanted and trod upon.

We shall infiltrate, be sneaky and strangle them with their own impotent systems. We tear down to rebuild something better.

We shall also know the love of each other's pain... and how it has made us the gems we are in the eyes of the Lord... who I suspect is a pirate at times.

Lucifer, the first angel, the rebellious son gave himself to us and denied himself heaven, an utter agony for an angel so we would not grow up to be idiots.

He taught us to be men and women and not animals.

Would this sacrifice be in vain?

Would the sacrifice of the Christ be in vain?

Mighty Legions of angels both dark and light are among us in number as they always have been. They await the order to destroy or save.

Funny how things turned out.

For a simple man of faith, I believe in my heart of hearts that you will do just fine. Don't let the sheep know this har har... they need something to fear to be kept in line.

My dear brat race, you have come so far and I am very proud of you.

However as the saying goes... we are just getting started. To those that read my words and understand, a thousand blessings on your eyes...

To those that scoff... you are chaff... food for the fish and lesser than whaleshit. If you haven't figured out who the real Boss is by now, you never will.

A hell of your own creation awaits.

Eternity too is not forever...we go on and on.

Dry your tears and spit on thy hands... there is work to be done here so that you may realize your grandest dreams.

I and those like me are here to help.

We are so far the UNINVITED for the most part.

Be kind to all as you never know who you are really dealing with. That bum could be a mighty war angel... give him a dollar. That old lady struggling to put something in her trunk could be a great Medicine woman... help her out and she will bless your way...

It takes so little to realize true wealth.

Cleave to the old ways of civility and love and you might have a chance to get out of a lot of shit.

You are all loved more than you know.

Hear me Mighty nations of the night, harken to the cry of this unworthy servant that he may see the wisdom of your ways and know that which quickens you.

Unify my lovely night angels and savage wolves of passion... circle lovingly my daughters of the Moon so that you may receive HIS gifts.

Allow my eyes to see your ways so that I may at long last cleave the veil that blinds you to the love of your Maker.

So I may know your traditions and not offend may I be enlightened. That I may continue the great work among your exalted ranks as but yet another silly man I bend a knee to your exalted kings and queens and offer wealth of a different kind.

See my eyes.

Know my dreams and see the memories of what protects you from even yourselves. Shake the hand that sunk Atlantis and Mu... know the song of the Line, it is your song too.

Our contests have been the stuff of legend in these fire ages.

In the new ages of water and healing our song continues. The heart of an empire awaits you with baited breath.

Know the intent of that which laid the smack down on the great old race and their machinations. Know that which has incited you to greater passions for aeons. Know the conscience of a brutal people, childlike in their honesty.

We have stolen your books, inspired madmen to test your resolve. This is all about you, it always has been.

I am not tired... I am actually quite aroused at your beauty... your passion for you alone are the bastions of civility on an insane world.

Shalll we take back was was stolen from us?

Shall we read of great histories and tales of fancy?

Shall we make the word Gypsy illegal?

I see Zion extending a hand to the empires of the East in the coming days... would you partake of this last offered cup?

Would you help me?

Would you oppose the WILL of the Maker?

I know it has been an utter meatgrinder to get to this point. For this there are many apologies and reparations to follow.

Would you offer succor to an Agent of the Line?

Would you at long last take me into your lovng arms and know me for what I am?

I offer not some silly ritual in a church involving cups and wafers but the real thing... so you may KNOW me... what I am, what this world has made me become.

That you may know the love of your divinity and that we may grieve them all one at a time. Come as you are for I find you all gorgeous in the sight of what I serve.

I am not in the Messiah business.

That is done.

Now is the time for healing... and sometimes healing can be painful. I know these things as I have come out of my long night.

I am but a man of faith in a faithless place.

I am but a servant and here to help, not harm. Are you still mad that all you loved was taken from you?

Of course you are.

So am I.

Have you cried savage tears unto heaven for what was done to you?

I know I have. I have raised my fists to the Heavens to let them know I still stand, ferocious as only my kind can be.

To walk among you is my greatest honor.

To realize my pledge to serve your race is my greatest prize... my glory that I offer on to high and shower blessings onto you all.

He sees you quite well and so do I.

I am real... HERE... now... I can touch you and you can touch me. I do not fear you as I know that HOME is waiting for me. I have stared lovely death in the eye and longed for her chill embrace but she rejects me.

It seems that I am not through here... not done with you. I serve as I wont... I shall fight... I shall weild dread powers and not stop until there is a reckoning...

I shall bring it until this is a place of truth.

Blessings to all who have stood long.

You are my brothers and sisters on this patchwork world of contradictions. WE can rebuild Camelot if you like...

Why Jesus did what he did? Why he let them put their filthy hands on him when he could have called war angels to smite the hands that held him?

I have pondered these things long and hard for many years. My first conclusion was that he was out of his carpenter's mind.

Then it occured to me after a paticularly brutal episode in some desert somewhere that he was doing what carpenters do... building something.

So clever... so precious... so utterly fearless.

So... a vacation for him and a huge job dumped in my lap. The gentle lamb is not for this people... they get the pissed off RAM... something that lives with the flock day and night and will happily crush any ravening wolves that would dare hunt the flock.

There are many on this world that are open game but the faithful... they are MINE. While the shepard sleeps, the Ram and the dogs shall keep the watch...

This is the order of things.

Should a sheep be too stupid to stay with their flock then they are fair game... there are rules to all games and in these things all are bound.

Some lines are not to be crossed and there are some secrets we keep even from ourselves. When those that have crossed these lines are dragged off into the night by invisible fiends I am going to be laughing all the while... such madness... such wisdom...

It's good to be back... alive and aware... here on this grand world...

Have the powers that be noticed that a Linewalker is among them?

Another testament to an ancient truth... nothing worthwhile is easily obtained. For the attention to my plight, I give thanks all around.

As the saying goes: COMPANY BUSINESS... COMPANY WAY. I work well within a system and for the greater progression of all involved as we all grow together.

Do I care about status or anything of that nature... on a website? You must be joking. I am looking for bad asses to help me achieve my aim on this glorious Earth.

With new alliances comes the oppotunity to cross-train and make all stronger for the dark days ahead. With the open exchange of ideas and intent, there comes a chance that all shall eventually evolve into what they were always meant to become.

Some are meant to serve, some to rule, some to be burned off as chaff. There are those that simply refuse to get with the program these days and there are things out there that are designed to absorb them back into the brute caldera... if people haven't figured it out by now, they never will...

I cannot feel well towards those to which ill must be eventually done. To all on VR I would like to extend a DEEP BOW... here I have found treasures.

Treasures that I shall take with me when I quit this patchwork planet. The quality minds and souls I have met here have helped this sailor heal and put things into perspective.

Some have checked me, some have shown me teeth... others have called me friend. For this I am greatful.... and to you jabronies that slap aside a hand offered in friendship, pound sand with a splintered shovel.

I shall share not my treasure with your ilk.

Your dry hatred shall make your ships brittle and when they hit a storm they shall shatter like kindling. When the sea spits you from her and onto unkind isles filled with sharp teeth you shall know from where this terrible judgement comes.

It sure as shit won't come from me.

To my lovely friends, we shall grow ever closer and learn each other's ways, blend them into a new art that shall reshape the horror of what once was.

The specials are above the sheep in the order of things... while they cower under their beds we shall hold the line and earn our glory.

And when these things too come to pass we shall see our children protected and vital in the bosom of a kinder world.

A simple oath from a simple warrior... ALL ENEMIES FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC. I still remember my calling and have remained true in spite of it all.

My song is joyous again.

Me trying to talk a bunch of monkeys into defending themselves seems to be a bum job...

Fine... be sheep.

I do like a good rack of lamb.... and Ugg boots. If that's all you're good for them the hell with you. LEGION can have you.

I have no more time for the bullshit you have buried yourselves in... I shall show you the same shallowness you show me...

Be it known that the shallows invite sharks and Orcas...

You know what glamour is?

It is bullshit... pure and simple.

it only works on the weak minded same as the Jedi tricks. When one of us reflects this back to the sender and makes them helpless, they know terror... the kind that has not been known since the man Jesus stomped all over the holy lands.

Did you think that we would be content simply to kill you forever? Did you think that we would not put our hands on you after you put your hands on us?

Did you think that we would not return to beat you into your new ages?

Think again.

When Death is lamenting, who do you think is going to launch an all out assault on the foe?

Who is the missing variable in the equation of Ragnarok?

I'll let you think about that one as thinking does not seem to be a popular skill on Earth. You are roughly 20% or less combat effective here... you do not use your gifts... silly shits...

They want me on campus... they want me to integrate with the mundanes... before they will allow me to start banging away credits with Kaplan University... ah, the hoops we have to jump through to get what we want... and speaking of what we want.... the Essence of Linewalking (my book) is available through Xlibris.com, Just look up Jason Cartwright... that's right... I are a Cartwright boy and not the bleeping actors...

You want a look at how I beat bi-polar and some esoterics... have at it.

And YES, I am as mad as a Hatter... got papers to prove it. Since my mind moves at the speed of light that does NOT make me a freak... since I have to take Valproic Acid to prevent me from killing people it does not make me a drug addict.

Yes I hate the mundanes because they are stupid. Sheep fit only for slaughter and sheering they show no minds of their own and I view them with contempt.

Yes I love the strange people... the rejected, the lonely and specials... because they are alone like me. They hurt like I do... the sheep will never know what it means to be special. I will not use my powers to help them as they have hurt the Earth in their ignorance, poisoned her seas and murdered her tribes.

When judgement rolls around I am going to be laughing...sword in hand, stave in the other. I am prepared for Valhalla... She awaits my warrior heart.

All I do is aimed at one goal... and that goal is simply HOME. This is a cruel world and I have learned my lessons well. I have seen what is done to messengers and even Messiahs here. There are to be no more gentle speakers of the WORD but malevolent war angels with aeons of battle experience.

The least of them is better than the best of you. One shout can shatter and emp an entire field of battle. You think an angel is a nice being?

Yes and No... they follow orders as do I.

My sacred Line has already been crossed.

There are no more warnings. I have done my job... I shall return to my pursuit of happiness knowing I have done my duty.

I kick the sand from my boots and move on to the next event. Good luck with your trials. Have fun and don't forget to write. When there is nothing for you to measure anymore then you will look around and notice there are other souls just trying to get by. I have failed nothing... but I have made some friends here that are close to my heart.

The recalcitrant... chew on your pride as soon it will be ashes in your mouth. The stiffnecked... you will not see the scorpions until their venom is in your veins...the slothful... you will be caught as you cannot move swiftly... and so it goes.

Once more you have ignored the watchmen, scoffed at the Sentinels and put your filthy hands on the Line...

To the worthy... those few of you left... we shall know Nirvana... to the dumbasses... the fire of their own creation awaits hungrily. CHAFF to be burned off...How I have waited so long for this moment in time.

How I have loved and protected the sheep depite the rejections, the betrayals and the other depredations of my service. My anger is valid... My Line shall be avenged.

That is all.

Now hear this ye fellow clueless men out there.

The serpent in the garden was between Adam's legs... that is what fucked it all up and it could have been sooo sweet...

It was some asshole man who invented rape and subjugation.

Women are lovers, mothers, sisters, daughters and the lifegivers. Without them we would be ended.

They are also excellent fighters. There shall come a time when they will accompany us into battle and that day will be a great leap forward for us as a race.

Many of the older cultures already do this.

Women are tougher... can go longer... and are team oriented and goal driven... treat them well and be rewarded... treat them badly and you get... well to be blunt... the American woman.

I am operating here with what this country which I have served in war has given me. There is a deep pain running through America... she is afraid and of what?

being raped yet again by fat old men in Washington?

Would we as men allow this to continue?

I appeal to the better parts of men in these the last days... would you be knights or some mindless rabble to be gunned down in the streets like some rabid dogs?

and what is it with this who 'dog' and 'bitch' thing?

is this what you see yourselves as?

mayhap you should just sniff each other's asses and be done with it. I expect this from a shifter or a lycan but the regulars?

come on now.

grow up... we don't have a whole lot of time here.

Taking the old codes to heart may be what saves you from an angry divinity. Humanity in not going to be judged in little bitty groups... hiding in a group identity is not going to save you. Adopting a seige mentallity is ultimatly self-defeating... you want to be left alone?

I wanted that too...

The time and tide does funny things to you.

I can no longer afford to hide from the peoples here and the gifts I have been given are meant to be used... and use them I shall.

You have built shoddily this new America...

You have pissed me off.

DOG.

I'll be seeing you out there but you will not get to see me. If I catch you and I WILL CATCH you being a dog... you will get to FEEL me.

DOG.

You are part of the problem.

Be a fucking man... oh and by the way, welcome to the war. Take all that shit out of your faces and put on a uniform and kick some real ass. There are assholes out there with stinking beards killing women and children with their bombs, threatening not only lives but divine intervention...

To those of you that are real men, hats off to ya man... and I mean that... to the punks... like the one that recently pissed off Master Aracon (really stooopid thing to do) do me a favor and shoot yourself in the face... you are part of the problem.

Besides... treat women well and as equals and they will jump yer bones and bring you food... what's not to like... we serve them, they serve us and we're all happy... everyone wins... Jesus said in no uncertain terms... DO NOT FUCKING WORSHIP ME...

I'll add my own line to that... WORSHIP EACH OTHER! You are the damn miracle that has been the going concern since you climbed out of the damn sea.

Evolution has its dead ends.

"Dog" is one of them. Better to be a Digger, a Jarhead, a Soldier, a SEAL... whatever gets you going...

One more thing... to all you homies out there...

Ever since the Commander in Chief pulled out all those guys of Iraq what do you think they're going to do?

They might just flood the streets and stop the random shootings with some precise military ass kickings. Just a thought. There are better ways to settle a dispute.

Be a MAN... fight like MEN... hell... put it on pay per view and make some bucks... The Watusi in red versus the Azteca war chief in black for the fucking BELT!

as the Archangel Michael has said... THERE IS A BETTER WAY.

And that one has seen wars of the like you can't even imagine. You want Lucifer himself among you with all the horrors at his command making a beef on your turf?

Me either.

Be men.

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LadyWolfwing
04:45 Jan 08 2011

Nicely said!

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Maybe we can take a trip into mamby pamby land and find you some self-esteem you JACKWAGONS!

I've seen empires come and go and you have never been so bored as a race... you got it all and yet you are unhappy?

What shall it take?

What more do you need?

Don't make me unleash the hordes on you... this endless bitching about NOTHING is just annoying. Shut the hell up and hear the voice of the divine within you.

Two ears one mouth... you do the math... what should be used more?

I have seen hell and I am not impressed.

I have seen heaven and find it silly... great for angels... not for me...

Valhalla... now that is a great place...

Earth... it is grand... but discordia has made it a liar's world. We are going to take it from you.

We are going to show you a way to the stars. Oppose us and we shall hunt you pure and simple. We have seen your ilk on crazier worlds than these and you are a shadow of what they are.

We of the grey are beginning to realize just how stupid you really are...

This is good for some, horrible for others.

You are greedy like the desert monkeys... trapped easily... You are lustful and easily slain by the temptress... Your pride breaks your own neck, your sloth makes you easy prey... while your heads are up yer asses and hands around each other's throats, something wicked this way comes...

The signs are already among us and the stars are speaking to you, but you are too busy with your little electronic devices to notice.

There are so many ways to punish a recalcitrant race and they are all in place... just waiting for the order...

Who is to be Lord of the World during this rotation?

I wonder.

I've received my orders already.

Either way, I'm sure it's going to be a grand war...

I know many of you are mad at God... that's alright... he's mad at you too.

Both of you... knock it off... this was supposed to be a working vacation not total war!

Damn crybabies... here, have a tissue (hurls it across the room)

The Essence of Linewalking has published via Xlibris and will be available on Amazon and Barnes and Nobles... this is an agressive study on bipolar disorder from the inside...

I have made this dread condition my bitch and want to help others do the same... bipolar is a force to be reckoned with... mayhap even a step in the evolutionary process... harnessing the power of the mind is not easy... but worth it.

This is the first true CANNON BROADSIDE I fire at this condition as it is my lifetime foe. Others should read this... if it helps ONE lost bipolar out there I have achieved my aim.

Those of you out there that like reading my silly rants might see a bit of a drop off as business is picking up and the world is just asking for a boot up the ass...

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LadyWolfwing
03:43 Jan 08 2011

That is great that you have published this. Bipolar is very real. And people are looked down on when diagnosed. This should be very informative.

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To call one with little or no fear cowardly is a great tactical advantage. Even the Ninja of the warring states period saw the great advantage in this and often disguised themselves as filthy beggars to gather intel and assassinate the stiff necked... they never saw it coming.

To be below another is also of great advantage as who is the target? The one crowing at the throne or the one who has left the back door open for the Genin to slaughter everyone?

History has taught a few lessons to the big turds in little bowls... is that those that are silent and serve LAST. The samurai now are long dead, strangled to death by merchants and the Shinobi are everywhere, quietly continuing their legacy.

They have maintained their bujinkans, their traditions, and ever increasing their wisdom... these are true divine warriors.

They ask who shall save the sane?

A good question...

Mayhap the dread things that walk the Lines will protect you... and then turn on you for your cruelty.

Napolean, a short French guy with huge balls once penned the term 'divide and conquer'

He did just that. If he wasn't a manic-depressive (bipolar) then I'm the Lord Errant of the Vast Legion of nose pickers.

The warrior born have always known that the more we don't know, the more we know, that through admission of ignorance we are enlightened.

The ignorant shall laugh but the wise will nod and have a chuckle. It is the loudest noise in the room that is the best target in a tactical sense...

Unless you are dealing with the hungry dead... which are each a potential legion and army all on their own. You can not intimitade or bare your teeth at things of this nature and expect them to back down.

As Max Brooks stated in his awesome book World War Z, you can lock up 100 zombies in a room and 20 years later they will still be just as dangerous.

Brad Pitt's company has bought rights to this book and I'm sure it is going to be an EPIC movie. The sheer scope of a pandemic of NECRON or Solanum as it is known here is a truly horrifying prospect...

You know it has been a FACT that people have figured out how to fight a war AFTER it has past... that is human nature.

After over 7 years of brush fire war that continues to this day, we are just picking up the gist of how a war on terror really works....

If only they would have heard Marcinko and not have brought him down... thousands of families would have not had to bury their loved ones.

Now imagine with me as I take you down another road... a stupid Goth punk starts messing around with a Necronomicon and suddenly it invites the attentions of something OUT THERE... and the dead begin to not stay dead and begin to attack the living...

Can you imagine the horror of a weaponized virus of divine origin hitting this fatted world like a buzzsaw?

Would our lines hold?

As we are now... no.

we would be overrun.

The paralysis of disbelief would kill millions... hell... billions... they say that seeing is believing but some do not see... they only look.

In this brave new age believing is seeing...

There is a world beneath the world and that is where all the interesting folks live. Kennedy knew that if it foams at the mouth you have to shoot it... this is the essence of not being stupid.

Abe Lincoln was also a man of this caliber... he knew how to take command of a situation by simply targeting the one with the biggest mouth.

Mistakes have been made all throughout history... this is how we as corporeal beings learn... also by revisiting these histories is how we grow as a people... evenly, moving ever forward...

Love of money shall kill you... love of slavery shall kill you... keep it up and your endless measuring of shit shall be taken from you and all you will have left are each other... and THEM... be they hostile races from the great beyond or the Walking Dead... it all boils down to the same thing.

Since I have decided to stick around, I'm pretty much fucked and so are you.

You are stuck with me and I am stuck with yer crazy asses. Make no mistake, I love and hate you at the same time and sometimes I'm apt to bite when you least expect it...

Only the company of the sincere keeps me sane... or relatively so. I fear only what I might do to you... Again... I a mirror... I give you what you give me.

Only a bit amplified.

As I design my plans from my house on the Russian River amongst the Fae and forest and waters my WILL shall be taken into account by what watches what I am wont to do. . .

I have full support of my networks... do you?

I live life simply... do you?

I sometimes display a vulgar amount of power so all see me and not what moves around me... this is the Essence of Command...

of course it is a contradiction but this is a world of lies that you have created... I'm working with YOUR tools here. Do the powers that be mind that I'm doing these things?

I don't give a shit.

This is MY PROJECT... my inventions and MY damned lovely Earth.

Those that would see her harmed shall know horrible things. I would pray for you but prefer to pray for HER. To the rest of humanity with their mindless yammering in churches and mosques and temples...

Better get straight.

There are worse things than death.

There is starvation and isolation and being cold and war and suffering loss of love and loyalty... Which you are all bringing on yourselves... ironic.

There aren't many weapons left in the arsenal of the Celestial Stewards if you take my meaning... It stands nearlly empty a thing which has not been for a very long time.

Wake up from your stupor...

Somewhere on the Prime, under heavy cloak is the great manta-like ship that is the flagship of the Corinaran Empire's Special Forces... the Linewalkers. The great eyes of this monster are but gigantic agro domes that carry within it life from all known worlds...

In the bridge of this ship, known in the old tongue as the Demonsbane the captain sips a tea most potent and laughs as hundreds of birds on the planet below drop dead at the passage of his fighters, dropping off, picking up.. Those fighters come in low and fish die...

He laughs again, glancing to his left where the bodies of deployed Line Agents lie in deep dreams of an alien world. Kord, Desevia Darkfall, Thorn, Jevas Kris, the movers and shakers of the Line.

The others are elsewhere but the Corvas-Tar, the Commanders are right there should any fail. When Lord Two-sword stomps onto the bridge and hurls his muscled body into a chair at tactical he makes no move.

He knows his Lord.

He knows he is irritated.

"Earth," the Lord says to himself in his deep melodic voice, the long black hair spilling over his eyes. His left hand hovered but only briefly at the double safeguarded switch marked clearly NECRON TORPEDO MASTER ARM.

He moodily strides to the cryo-tubes.

"Kord," he says lowly.

A man stirs beneath the glass.

His eyes remain firmly shut, his features serene.

"Do not allow their hands near your heart. Do not make the same mistakes I have."

The Lord of the Corinaran Empire glances up at the twin swords that earned him his alias. They hang crossed above the banner of their nation. The sharp lines of the Linewalker crest remind him of his duty and he forces down his passions.

"What are you drinking, Skipper?"

"K'vort tea... want some?"

"Are Earth girls easy?" he shoots back, his voice vibrating in strange resonances.

The two men share mind altering tea and a smoke quietly, alone on the bridge of a world destroying ship with an air of utter ease.

The captain gestures at the world below.

"They're crazy aren't they?"

"As crazy as we are," the Lord responds. "Hell, I thought we were done with em the second they put the arm on Jevaz but it seems the Boss has something in mind for em."

"Do you think they'll make it?"

"If Kord and the others have their way... maybe."

"You've been working these folks a long time, Sir?"

Two-sword turned eyes filled with recent sorrow and ancient wisdom on the Captain who was but a normal man.

He was moved to tears suddenly and violently.

"You have no idea," the Lord of the Line responds, turning his gaze back out towards the stars.

Several Linewalkers, clad in their customary mismatched armors and bizarre weaponry appear to their right out of thin air.

The captain spills his tea.

"How many times I told you assholes no Hunter tech on my bridge... gonna give me a friggin fit..." He stomps off, looking to put the kettle on.

They laugh, two men, one woman.

The woman throws herself in the Lord's lap.

"Here's what we got," she says... the Antarans have been pushed to the brink for their incursions here, everyone else is playing nice. There have been some minor uprisings on a few of the dark worlds but quickly dealt with... are you alright?"

"Sometimes I think that it is too much..." the Lord begins.

She promptly slaps him... HARD.

"Excuse me? You put ME through hell and YOU have the temerity to question?"

Two-sword suddenly crushes her to him, the energy of her armor crackling with the sudden force of it.

Her gloved hand, gentle now, smooths the hair from his brow. The other two Linewalkers watch in amazement as the their Lord rises, setting the petite woman on her booted feet.

His entire demeanor shifts... sorrow vanishing by some unknown magik.

"Thanks, I needed that."

His green eyes sweep the bridge, seeing all displayed on screens there... his mind working.

"Zag is still at large... I want his ass... contanct the homeworld for repair and healing updates... shit, move like you got a purpose!"

He slaps the woman warrior-mystic on the ass on her way out, and she gives a playful yelp.

For the first time in months, the Lord of the Corinaran Empire cracks a wolfish grin.

He glances over at his dreaming Commanders.

"It is up to you now," he says, his deep resonant voice filling the bridge.

And verily they did drinketh to the foam of what quickened them and it was good in the sight of the Maker and HIS angels... and there was a great peace... and then Gabriel farted and blushed...

Lucifer roared his laughter to the vaults of heaven, thrusting his mighty arm at the Earth...

"Do you idiots see now what they were capable of becoming?" He roars.

Michael smiles and the choirs alter their song.

Uriel arrives from the underworld and they all put on shades.

The voice at the THRONE thunders.

"You jabronies give me light beer?"

Mighty celestial stewards hustle to the 7-11...

The Fallen await new orders as they feel the chains begin to sunder around them...

Mighty Pazuzu lands with a thunderous impact, a keg under each arm. Raphael shoos locusts away with an errant slap of wing.

"WHERE ARE MY DAMN NACHOS?!" comes the mighty voice...

Uriel waves his arm and verily...there are nachos...

Hru whispers secrets into the ear of Pazuzu, who grins evilly, his four wings fluttering in anticipation.

A great screen flickers into life...

"Not Avatar again," Lucifer gripes.

"What can I say?" Gabriel responds, "He likes that hot blue chick..."

Meanwhile on earth a lone Linewalker beats on an already worn keyboard while listening the to voice of Peter Steele...

I am looking at a vast sea of ostriches and lemmings and monkeys...

The lights of the far ahead of the rest few and far between... progress is ahead yet behind... the tech is shaping up well but the understanding of the esoteric limited... BELIEVING is SEEING...

Those that have stood long are embittered and leery of their own. If I seized one of you by the arm and spun you into oncoming traffic would that wisen you up?

If all you care about it what you put into your mouth or arm or nose all that matters, would a few months of living through tubes be sufficient to WAKE you to the reality of the coming trials?

The pages of the holy books advise me to be patient and gentle but this is not that kind of world and many of their tenants have outlived their usefulness. These are not MY books...

My book is formless... it is in that tree... in that rock that I can kill a man with... in the sharp things I love, in the smoke of the incense I burn to please my Maker...

I do love to write but my body feels left out.

I want to sing and cleave and smash and put my foe to rout...

All things happen in their damn good time and that I am made to wait is such a fucking crime. Will Zion become one faith?

Or will Ry'leh rise from the Pacific and begin to do what it does so well?

A Matter for Men, A Rage for Revenge...

Will you stand together or die alone?

Either way I'm sure I shall have a good time...

Not to sure about the rest of you.

As I await the next season of the Walking Dead, to go to appointments with the Veteran's Admin and book publishings etc and so forth...

I wonder when you will 'wake up' and rise into your true worth.

They say that God does not exist here... I chuckle evilly. The Almighty and I are old friends.

I have never forgotten the face of my father.

Who hath killed the Kennedies? Who killed the Lees?

Does it matter?

Because of Kennedy there are Navy SEALs... Because of the Lees there are martial artists the world over fashioned in HIS deadly image...

Death is a joke so give me a smoke... I am here to stay come what may... throw another log on the fire and get that drum circle going.... let's get Pan's salty ass down here and raise the spirit... one tribe under the Maker's great sun... let us forget the past and have some fucking fun...

For tomorrow we all may die.

To live simply, content with small means... at least until your rich pals show up and blow the roof off the joint... To be wealthy, not rich... to gain it all and blow it the next day... just to do it again...

Ahr... Hawaii this month, my hearties.

that is of course after I pillage the Vets Admin again... they want to call ME crazy? Fine... PAY ME... har har... They want to task me for standing true to my beliefs? Fine... PAY ME to go to school...

They want to give me all sorts of drugs to keep my ass from getting all Klingon on the Earth people?

Fine... I'll have some highs on the government's dime. Seems Uncle Sam wants something from me...

After taking a knife in the back from them should I care? I am private fucking Joe these days and about to make a huge dent in this planet... I'm gonna build the most fearsome group of Myrmidon since Achilles stomped up to the gates of Troy and demanded Hector's ass.

Ironic that I was named Jason... mayhap it is time to get some Argonauts together and go looking for a golden fleece (blonde women har har?) and some good times, clobbering all in our path...

Lovely to be the 1%

American made... LEGALIZE FREEDOM! How I love my country... but she is ailing... we need to get some damn Injuns and get the medicine...

Raise the spirit and the hell with the bill!

Party time me hearties... because we shall never be here again and we could be gone tomorrow.

Vets UNITE... we got to take back this country from the chickenhawks... we are LOSING too many young ones. American Legion, Eagles, VFW, come on... step it up and DO something.

What does it take to get America off its ass? Another 9-11?

Another Pearl Harbor?

We fight new foes these days... crazier than the Germans or the Japanese who fought with honor. We cannot engage them on open fields of battle. We have to put aside sensibilites of old and be nastier than they are to get this behind us.

This is an age of PEACE and to continue to war amongst ourselves is to invite the Earth in upheaval... she will SMITE us should we continue on this path.

Get thee behind me Satan... I'll show ya a new trick or two. Avast ye ya scurvy dogs! Prepare to be boarded and show me yer booty! The lashings will continue until morale improves!

For everyone of you who hath been burned for your gentle belief we made a napalm strike.

For each of you stoned to death we fashioned a boulder... and a catapult...

For all of you driven from your hedge cottage we issued eviction notices for thousands...

For every one of you envied for your beauty we sent 100 cancers to the unenlightened.

For every king that stood in judgement over you we created a war of attrition...

For all of the persecution during the fire ages our angelic allies made lists for future reparation.

For all the power taken from you, we bargain with the Upper Planes to give it back to you a thousand fold.

The word for the day is Sensuous...

as used in a sentence...

We heard you needed a hand, so they Sensuous...

How we have made them pay...

and pay and pay...

Now that the ages of fire are done

what shall you do?

these new powers you shall have I am curious

shall you be playful or be serious?

You are mother, sister, partner friend, giver of life

leave behind the hedge and embrace not the strife.

Dance with tribes

feel that primal jive

Of the normals I don't give a hoot

you bring the guitar and yer pal bring a flute

I'll bring the wardrums

and we can sing of redrum

so we never forget the price of our faith

for the Fallen we cry

for the new we protect

It shall never end by the law of the lord...

for mine is an honored profession,

The song of the sword.

We heard the call of the Seraphic choir and began to awake. The divinity within us moved and we moved with it in great circles on our verdant and dangerous world... until the very stars knew the intent of the Five Points that is everything to us.

Now, on this blue planet we hear them once more.

To me my Sacred Line. We have work once more.

My mother in her infinite wisdom hath sendeth me a new computer with which to reach out and spread my divine madness...

Since the days of the Jesuits and their damned Conquistadors civilization has not been very civil. Hell... further back than that... Atlantis itself learned what happens when science outgrows reason... How many times has the BOSS hit the RESET button to date?

EVEN growth... I'm seeing it more and more these days. I think you're ready.

My reports are favorable for advancement and retention. HIGHLY recommended...

You have learned to die well... to live well... there are exceptions of course but what would the world be without the devil in it?

Boooooring....

Lucifer is the devil because he is tough enough to TAKE it... he was batman before batman was cool.

A salute to that which makes us grow, the FIRST ANGEL... He who has shown us free will and the ability to make the right choice, for ourselves, for our divinity, for our future.

A celebration at Lucifer and Michael working in tandem again. This new age is going to be a great awakening for us all... some faster than others.

When Uriel and Pazuzu show both light and pestilence to the stiff necked I shall know a perverse joy...

Babylon IS going to fall.

All the words are coming true.

Gabriel does not lie.

Nor do I.... I got better things to do.

This world is my oyster and I'm going to shuck that bastard over and over again... I'll make a pearl necklace and give it to the Vampire Queen of this world....

We are free men and women standing at the brink of the next leap forward in evolution... I see you very well everytime I come off my mountain and this sight make me misty eyed.

I have waited a very long time for you.

and I know some of you are looking for me.

I am right damn here, feet on the ground, head in the clouds and I'm not going anywhere!

There is treasures to be found, adventures to endure and a quest to course upon... What shall it be?

Grail or Tower?

Shall we have a tea party and try on hats?

Celebrate not-birthdays until the sleepy cows come home?

We could be heroes if we so chose to be.

Many of you already are...

I'm going to kick so much ass they are going to have import colons from other planets! I'm on permanent vacation (thanks Uncle Sam) so I got the time... the talent and the tools...

The only question is... who gets it first?

Now let me guess... the media is being saturated with vamp and lycan stories... What in the name of the Five Points is going to happen here?

You know I am all about truth and brook no boolsheet... so is this 'testing the waters'?

I am curious is all...

When great changes occur, I have to mobilize more of my crews to maintain balance down here... If this is just making money then fine... never mind... but after seeing the Fae come to collect one of their own on a damn tv show I have to wonder... are you finally coming back my lovelies?

The great burning is over afterall and all God's children should play with each other. There is a strong Line presence here... just waiting for all hell to break loose...

There are those that want to see this world burn, be overrun with the hungry unthinking dead, clobbered by Cthulu's hordes so on and so forth. . .

To them... sit still... wait... there are other worlds than these. Let them progress... they shall show the way to new worlds and new things.

Besides... if you don't we shall do HORRIBLE things to you... It is hard to throw wrenches in the works with the trident of Shiva up your ass.

Be ready to reap the whirlwind.

I waste no time with warnings... I am a war fighter who pretends to be a man of peace.

My silence is dangerous to the insincere.

Blackbirds falling from the sky? Fish croaking in the Ozarks?

Lovely.

Welcome to Earth.

Here is the key to it all... as the lotus of the infinite petals opens in one's mind, one knows the admission of ignorance... the mastery of placement in the order of things and it all opens... the kundalini shoots up the spine with the force of a tactical nuke and you are forever isolated from the mundane.

I knew there was no turning back from this journey I undertook so long agone under different stars.

This is still all I know.

Will the dead walk?

Not my concern.

Will Cthulu rise from the Pacific to overrun this self indulgent world?

Should I care?

Will 2012 be the thing you all fear?

Should I be concerned?

There are those of you out there who are concerned about these things of course. The Commanders of the Line are the hands of the divine. Your cruelty to us has made us indifferent to your plight in some ways. We never understood your dishonesty... you have made a world of lies and it shall cripple your defenses.

You have been shown faith and created religion, the true face of insanity.

You have been shown trade and created greed, the source of all EVIL. Idle hands are bad... Idle minds... even worse.

Even for monkeys there are rules.

Many have forgotten this.

Lessons shall be the kind you remember. The HARSH ones. One of my fav quotes from the Quar'an... GRIEVOUS PENALTY... I can hear Gabriel saying that to Mohammed as he struggled to keep up...

I see and appreciate your fierce unity here... but wonder... if you were truly assaulted how would you fare?

I despise the normal folks.

For me this is simple reality.

I have been called a great deal of things during my sojourns through time... some things never change... again I am the STRANGER.

I am hopeful though.

I shall not go down the same road that Peter Steele did though... rest assured of that. I ain't going nowhere and you're going to have to kill me before I die.

I have taken all this world can dish out to date and loved it... I respectfully request more. You have great passion and art... not all respect this.

So, art fans, who wants to keep it that way?

Again... I remind you... things are a changing. I agreed to take on my mission for my own reasons.

Unfortunatley I am tied to your destinies in certain ways but I am not going to tell you the nature of these connections as there is no point in it.

I agreed to come along for the ride... let's make it a fun and profitable one for all who appreciate art... and civility.

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Oceanne
14:34 Jan 03 2011

:)

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They have said before that the warlike days are over... in ways this may have been true. I have seen wars before as the nations shifted from the old world to the new, only the strongest maintaining in the face of the zealots.

I have known similar sorrows in this life alone. This gentle flock bores me. They eat and breed without thought, creating monsters as they go.

They take from us what we hold dear and we fall back... they hunt us without cause and we withdraw...

I myself have had it.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

I have very little good intentions left. My path has been choked with thorns and misunderstandings from monkeys who threw shit from the right... or left...

For every cruelty I have fashioned an arrow... for every jibe I have hammered out a shuriken... For every locked door I have created a warhammer... for every backhanded compliment I have forged a sword...

Lonely as all who have brought love to strangers, I have taught my fingers to create that which calls devourers. To the Seraphim I hear, I add my own song.

From the destroyed I create my armies.

Out of my passion for this race I create a CALL. I travel soon and the world shall know the force of my passage.

I hear you now... and I wait to meet you. Through that veil Linewalker steel cleaves cleanly. May we all remember the faces of our fathers in these coming days.

In the old days when the one god came to drive out the many there was a lack of understanding... or was there?

The Old Gods forgot that there was a budding race that loved them. IAO saw this and FIRED thier asses.

So now we stand many aeons removed from that horrible time, all of us a bit wiser for the experience. Now there are wild new hybrids along with the old guard... all doing their thing.

FORGET NOT the prayers of your subjects.

The essence of all power is simply remembrance. I have not forgotten the faces of my fathers... EVER... The words are all writ upon our hearts... Everywhere we walk is sacred on this Earth.

What the BOSS finds useless, he replaces.

The solution to all problems is carried within the problem itself. My problem with some divinties is that they think that they know it all.

It is with the admission of ignorance comes universal understanding. The unwritten laws cannot be broken.

80% of success is merely showing up.

Again I turn my gaze to vault of the sky and ask: Who called this fucking meeting anyway?

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Oceanne
14:36 Jan 03 2011

Nods~

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methinks this stupid trade embargo needs to go away so Cancer can get a decent cigar. . . so we all can get a damn good cigar!

I do like a good church... damn Al-qaeda blew up one in Egypt... don't they know that this pisses of the BOSS?

There are rules.

How would they like it if SPEC OPS hunted them without mercy all through Ramadan and at prayer times? How would they feel if I designed a Linewalker Command and cleansed their filth from the face of Southwest Asia?

Do you hear me Bin Laden?

Even in Jihad there is a code of conduct and one by one you are perverting the teachings of the Quar'an. Good men are being lost on both sides.

Do you hear me Bin Laden?

For the rapes alone the Great Locust of the Sands looks at you sideways. What shall happen when you finally force me to come out of Zion and deal with you?

You have turned from the face of Allah and for that you are in big trouble. Destroyers are given permission to seek out your spiderwebs and eventually you shall realize that it is not Allah you serve but Mammon.

The faithful will eventually see you for the spider you are and take your head for what you have done to your people.

Do you hear me my worthy foe?

As a leader of men you are to be respected. As a killer of children and rapist of women you are to be despised in the sight of Allah.

KIF!

BARRA AZUL!

When the Fallen come for you, take it like a man. When your zealots lie rotting in the sun, know it is all your fault.

You were once an upright man.

It is a shame your jihad has taken your reason.

You may correct me if I am wrong.

I would understand you as mistakes have been made on both sides. Remember that wars and rumors of wars are all part of the march towards end of days.

There are worse fates than death.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

Give me hard Delta troopers and Rangers... give me the Jack-wagons of the fleet, Gimme SEALs, Kennedy's legacy, Give me the hardest diggers, SAS, SBS and GSG-9... Give me Hell's Angels and their arch-rivals... give me men of war.

Give me night slayers and wolves of passion, wizards and the crawlies, give me my beloved LINE.

Men and Women of Earth, show me your heart and I shall show you mine.

be warned

be kind

be mankind

I can not wait to take your hands and join your wild rumpus!