Page Palace: The Triumph of Baal-Hammon

Aug. 8, 2014

    Something short and blue flashes in the air for just a moment. Something bright and orange flashes from the black hole in the blue muzzle.
    Behind grey clouds, there is a wicked laughter.
    “I’ve got them now!” laughs Baal-Hammon. “They shouldn’t have ignored teenage suicide.”
    The trees have fallen before the deadly blast. A howl goes forth across the land, even as Baal-Hammon is seen riveting brass bands about the stumps on the lands he has claimed, and marking them with a blasphemous ensign.

I Once Wished to Believe

    I once wanted to believe that Renata and I were soulmates. Now it is all we can do to just salvage our friendship.
    It is possible that we have been evil. We believe we have done everything possible to bring each other back to sanity through arguments of reason. But while we were seducing each other, we also were becoming accomplices in a war that was wreaking its carnage all over the earth.
    We who now find ourselves growing older have seen so many hopes ruined. We did not want to become part of this class warfare being waged against the earth’s people. Yet paradoxically, because we had neither the vision nor the strength of superheroes, that is what happened.
    We try to imagine that we would be happier if we could just forget each other. But this is just one more way of avoiding our own awareness of the crime. You say that we should not dwell on it, because we are the victims. But part of that victimization involved circumstances which compelled us to act in complicity with those who were inflicting the violence. It has therefore become our crime also, and we therefore have a right to do what we must to atone.
    This is why we cannot forget each other. When we turn to the Higher Power, and love each other for the sake of God, we see just how Compulsion has forced us to act as agents of the Great Devils who have been making war against God.
    Our problem is that the real Devils are the ones who are doing the accusing. It is, in fact, only as we attenuate this din of accusation, that we begin to see how we have been manipulated by the real architects of the crime.

The Stone that Kept Us in the Dark

    We have been seduced. In the beginning, the language itself had convinced us that we were serving honorably. We are only beginning to realize that philologists shall classify Newspeak as an Indo-European language, and that the same thing has happened before, in the Aryan tongues of the past.
    If we have been tempted by the old familiar Taghoot to persecute each other, we shall recognize that this phenomonon exists within all cultures. Yes, if the man, if the woman that we have loved be evil, then how can anything be any good in this world? But does that old tradition of “honor-killing” do anything to restore anyone’s sense of integrity?
    The stone that held us back from the Garden has just been rolled away. It now becomes obvious just how the Old Serpent deluded us. We were so convinced he would have horns. Instead he came forth as fair-haired Baldur, calling forth the rapture. Even now, when we stand in the courtyard of Belsen it's hard to believe, the real Jesus would have come in on this or that cattle car.