My meditation

Adding something for #testimonytuesday Me and Heather Jim just got back from Chapter Camp at Campus by the Sea. We were teaching Mark 1 from the recently completed First Nations Version of Mark (War Club tells the Good Story) just recently completed. The study was successful, still some kinks to work out but I think its a bright start for more contextualized and honoring bible study. A bald eagle landed right in camp, black and white like the mountain top on a winters night, Like the Holy Spirit descending.The Future is bright and hope is kindled for a people with a destiny
(I’m going to preach for a moment)
Mark is the Warriors Gospel. Jesus arrives as a man of action grown and ready to do battle with the evils of the bad hearted and broken ways of this world. In Lakota culture fighting in war was optional and dependent on a leader inspiring others to follow him on raids to steal horses from Rival tribes. If a warrior was a bad leader no one would follow. Interestingly enough Creator Sets Free compares himself to a thief in War Club’s (Mark’s) Story. He says he came to bind the great Usurper the Accusing Trickster Snake who rules it like a tyrant colonizing it. Natives aren’t looking for religion they are looking for a war party to join. A leader who will lead them to healing, joy giving them hope to live immediately. Lakota in the old days weren’t afraid of dying, they were afraid of dying useless in a bad way. “Take up your Cross and Follow Me!” is a battle cry if I’ve ever heard one. So I end with this prayer for you in this busy season in troubled times.

“So Come On! Let’s Go! ‘He who is trying to save his skin will lose it but they who will die with me will always have it and never come to a bad end’ A good death awaits you! Come On! Let us raid the Enemy bravely stealing back those dark hearted and lost souls for their Creator who loves them best! We remember the words of Tasunka Witco (Crazy Horse) Hoka Hey! Hoka Hey! It is a good day to fight! It is a good day to die! Strong Hearts to the front weak hearts and cowards to the rear!” May it be so! (Amen)

If you have any questions or desire clarification comment. God bless all of you!


John the Baptist: A scene

The sun is high in hot in the air. It’s late spring about the transition into early summer. The last of the Snows are melting the flowing desert River known as the Jordan flows gently through the rushes and tall grasses along its Bank. The river defiant to the desert around it, and the high chalk White mesas that lead back to Jerusalem. There’s a murmuring as men and women from every Walk of Life rich and poor large and small hear the voice of a man thundering into their very hearts and souls. He wears the regalia in the dress of a prophet centuries dead he is dressed like the great Elijah who called lightning from the sky heard the voice of God that was carried up to heaven in a flaming chariot. He calls to them and tells them a simple message. All of them have done wrong and are broken. But the creator has not abandoned them and he tells them in order to get ready for an even greater one than he they must wash in the river. Be baptized and change their thinking and the direction of their lives. To repent. The people come in droves moved by his message and the hope he brings.

My need to blog more

I need to blog more. However I still tend to keep most of my thoughts to myself confined to old fashioned paper notebooks. In the age of living vicariously through others I remain a kingdom set in the fading myths of privacy and good taste. I wonder what the next great webscheme will be for the making of money and fame.

My list of Tsundoke

Tsundoko is a Japanese word for books purchased and not read. Here is a current list of my readings.

Doctor Zhivago-Boris Pasternak

Dirty White Boys- Stephen Hunter

American Caesar-William Manchester

The Warrior Ethos-Steven Pressfield

This Kind of War-T.R. Fehrenbach

The Once and Future King-T.H. White

Journal of a Soul-Pope  John XXIII

No Man Knows My History-Fawn Brody

Thomas Aquinas-G.K. Chesterton

The Last Lion:Alone-William Manchester

What it is like to go to war- Karl Marlantes

The Birth of Britain- Winston Churchill

War and Peace-Leo Tolstoy

Four Dickens Novels

500 Fairy Tales

Anne of Green Gables-L.M. Montgomery

Cromwell’s Army- CH Firth

Alive- Piers Paul Reid

The Forever War-Joe Haldeman

The Stories of Arthur C. Clarke

The Queens Poisoner-Jeff Wheele

The Greatest Knight-Thomas Asbride

The Aeneid-Virgil

The Divine Comedy Dante

The Things that They Carried-Tim O’Brien

The Autobiography of G.K. Chesterton


Currently Reading

I should note that my reading habits are somewhat slow these days. Some of these books I read then stop for sometime and then carry on later. The internet also provides much articles of opinion and interest. 

The Last Lion; Visions of Glory- William Manchester

Coolidge-Amity Shales

The Lord of the Rings-J.R.R. Tolkien (Reread)

The Martian Chronicles-Ray Bradbury (Reread)

Man’s Search for Meaning-Victor Frankl

Destined for War: Can America and China avoid Thucydides trap?-Graham Alison

The American Heritage history of the Indian Wars_Robert Utley and Wilcomb E. Wasburn

What I saw in America-G.K. Chesterton

The Essential Rumi

The Persian Expedition-Xenophon

Surprised by Joy-C.S. Lewis

The Daily Stoic (Daily Meditations from the Stoic Philosophers) compiled and commented on by Ryan Holiday

The Odyssey-Homer, Fagles translation

Leaves of Grass-Walt Whitman (On hold until Summer)

Blasphemy- Sherman Alexi







On War

“War is Cruel, War is Cruelty” for “Only the dead have seen the end of war” I am not a pacifist because it would not save a single life. This is “the land of weeping and of war” First Man and First Woman began “the Nightmare of history”. What are we to do, “Despair and die!”? Do we die cursing the world like MacBeth “I begin to grow weary of the sun, and wish the estate of the world were now undone, Come wind blow rack at least we’ll die with harness on our back.” What is the answer? “You are here, life exists and identity…” The Tribe who wrestled with God heard this “I call Heaven and Earth to Witness against you this day that I have set before thee Life and Death the Blessing and the Curse So therefore choose life that thou mayest live thou and thy seed” Believe Jesus and Love you neighbor and remember that All war begins in the heart. You are not the storyteller you have no curse another The True Human Being gave his life for the ancient vision. “They shall beat their swords into plowshares and their knives into pruning hooks and they shall learn of war no more…” He lets us step on his face with our pain “…I know your pain. I bore this cross for pain…” We can only be where we are, be honorable, Be a peacemaker, be a defender, Be just, be merciful, Love and be loved. Remember the bloody places so we can forget when Creator sets free returns. The blood is still there, Sand Creek, Guernica, Dachau, Maalot, Nanking and Nagasaki. Its waiting to be washed. And that is my hope in the fear. “…The Creator will smile on these lands and send rain to wash away the bloody spots made by brothers hands. ” Someday…

Poem I liked.

“A CLOUD was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together. Science announced nonentity and art admired decay; The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay; Round us in antic order their crippled vices came— Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame. Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom, Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume. Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung; The world was very old indeed when you and I were young. They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named: Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed. Weak if we were and foolish, not thus we failed, not thus; When that black Baal blocked the heavens he had no hymns from us Children we were—our forts of sand were even as weak as we, High as they went we piled them up to break that bitter sea. Fools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd, When all church bells were silent our cap and bells were heard.” ~G.K. Chesterton: “The Man who was Thursday, A Nightmare.” ● Read more:

The Three Riders, the citizen, the warrior and the Killer

These three die the same 

 But only one can be immortal.

 All three run to their deaths 

 But only two can run to Calvary.

 We sing sad songs 

 We feel sorrow

 And we remember them 

The first we mourn the Lost dead son 

 The second we hail the Victorious dead!

 The last we curse, the murderer.

These are the ways to be a fighter

 We have a million names for them all, the same type of men and women:

Soldier, Knight, Samurai, Spearman

 The Minuteman, the Ronin, the janissary

There a Thousand stories 

across all the seven seas 

 all the lands the sun Graces.

They are bloody, beautiful and fill the heart with woe yet there is a harmony.

Good men and devils 

 Bad men and gods

These stories are the wisdom of the Children of Men 

To be a citizen is to be of Rome, Jerusalem, and Camelot!

Farmer, blacksmith or boy called to fight 

Because he loves what he leaves.

 He hears the call of the horn which calls him: to fight, to die or to stand a man for only a moment in which God Alone will see.

 They died heeding the call of The Once and Future King.

 These were David’s Mighty Men 

 The friends of Hector 

 The legions of Scipio and Horatius

 The Lakota, Cheyenne, Pueblo and Mono

All those who died to keep Home Free

They left their bones far from home in strange lands and foreign Seas.

 In Wars futile and wise 

 Remembered and forgotten.

 Witness us! That is what they demand.

His Creed: my life for yours

 Remember Elah where David won.

Look at Hector’s firey pyre and why he died.

Remember the allies of lights when you are in darkness.

 The heroes who are men.

The warrior like Achilles is blessed and cursed! 

arrogant and doomed

 Brooding in his tent while better men die

 Remember David decapitating Goliath with his own sword!

 The Warriors flawed but he has his day 

He is fearless in battle 

 Praying every moment like a boy 

 Cursing gods and his creator 

He tastes the Divine in His Wrath

He may sing praises in the glory or in the ashes 

He is like the Crusader 

 Richard, Raymond, Godfrey

He has many faces and many victories 

 Because he believes and knows what he is doing.

 He declares things he does not understand 

 God’s will 

 The ways of the heart 

 The old stories 

 The warrior loves War, it is a part of him

 The worst thing is he understands it 

 That is the part of hell he takes upon himself 

He knows the fragility of living because he makes his way among the Dead

He even loves or hates his maker for the same reason,

 for his life is a blessing or a curse but he decides.

He does not know peace in this life you can only await it in the next

The last is the walking shadow 

A careless soul becoming a beast 

They bear The Mark of Cain the one for those who have murdered 

They are those who chose in Oblivion for their hearts

 They’ve killed the world like Romans falling on their swords
 The embrace the darkness the Doom that comes against them 

 They are blood and dust for they have  fallen into smoke and Shadow

The Walking Dead, the workers of iniquity and the Bloody men.

Saul who murdered himself 

 Agamemnon ended by Follies blade 

They are Long Knives, Death’s Heads and baying Hounds

Who try to murder the world 

 We know their names because we still feel the pain they caused 




There’s a long list of villains all to be eventually forgotten

 By the grace of God this will happen soon 

Be warned those who go to war 

 To remember the old stories in the old books 

 We have yet to learn all blessings 

These lessons are our only warnings 

 The rest is up to you

Bad Dreams

” and Christian kills Christian in a narrow Dusty room…”

So said a happy Giant many years ago, who dreamed of Christ’s United body, all turned back to Rome.

So much hatred born of so much blood in the centuries since Jesus roamed.

Christ with copious tears wept as we murdered each other with each other’s crosses.

We saw with the wrong kind of eyes and kill their brothers like Cain now cursed with a terrible mark.  

Some dream of burning priests what’s the Flaming vestments in the deepest hell!

Others dream of the end of the pretentious Greeks long beards in eastern cross. 

Others dream of a Traitors end for the protesting Church and it’s simple chapels.

We are filled with so much pride which has led to so much pain. It came in the form of wealthy Patriarchs, arrogant knights with bloody Steel, or round-headed men who dreamed of purity.

Christ is died or he had never lived.

Christ is risen or he never spoke.

Christ will come again or he never was born

These are the hard truths. We cannot hate each other forever even though we’d want to.

There’s too much work to do and our Lord keeps calling us to it.

The world will know his name and what he said.

The prisoners must be fed 

 The good story told 

 The great song sung

So much to do and if we do as he did he once more will walk again.

Mercy made flesh will walk The Healing Way For All Mankind.

It sounds too good to be true but the miracle is that it is.

The priests in their vestments, the Greek confession with long beards, the protesting Church and its many forms will be one at last.

Friends at the end of the universe

 Brothers of the shattered Cosmos 

 Witnesses of the new everything

 The new Earth is washed of blood made by the hands of squabbling Brothers.

I have spoken and this will be so.

Aho! Mitakuye Oyasin