It would be an honor defending "Legends Of The Fall"

     Legends Of The Fall celebrates its 20th anniversary this week. Legends of the Fall is a film about brothers who remain linked together as time marches ever on. One may fall, one may run away, and one may stay, but they are always together.

      The setting is the Rocky Mountains of Montana in the early 1900s, and this is a tale of love, betrayal, and brotherhood. After being discharged, Colonel Ludlow decides to move to the wilds of Montana, where they can grow up away from the government and society he has learned to despise. Colonel Ludlow's favorite son, Tristan is willful and as wild as the mountains. Impossibly handsome and charming, even his younger brothers fiancee' cant help herself from falling for him. As the brothers set out to fight a war in Europe, suspicion and jealousy threatens to tear apart their once indestructible bond.

     At first I was preparing for a schmaltzy, excessively sentimental chick flick, yet I was stunned to discover that I loved it. It sold me as much then as it does now. I can acknowledge how the movie appears unrelenting in its “Do you understand this is a very sad moment and a wise, old Native American is narrating the story?” way of going about its business. Yet, after the initial plunge, the result was quite refreshing. I bought in. I became a card-carrying member of the Ludlow family. 

   

     It's really more than a story, because like the film’s Alfred and Tristan, we can have our disagreements, and that doesn’t change anything. I’m Tristan in this scenario. I grew up with two brothers on a farm in back country Washougal, and like Tristan, was always wild at heart. Growing up our  cousins would come visit and we'd don camo-coveralls, head out into our dense forest, hacking trails and building forts, like we were the explorers of the wild west. Donning coon skinned caps and wielding machetes and hatchets; we were cast under the spell of "we gotta be savage". I still recall our many adventures with a smile. Those experiences I would not  take back for the world. Yet what remains between us through the toil, hardships and pain of time's passing is a bond unending. There is nothing we wouldn't do for each other. Or me for my brothers. I love my brothers and cousins like my own heart. I may have a poor way of showing it at times yet if it took my life itself to lay down for their happiness I would neither hesitate or second guess myself to provide it.

   Like this timely classic, my brothers are similar in a way, my older  brother Kelvin was always an admirable gentleman. One I looked up to like no other. Yet failed in my aspirations to match either his couth, demeanor or success. One driven and focused, sophisticated and a born leader of men, he was very similar to Alfred in this tale. My younger brother not unlike Samuel, is undoubtedly the best of all of us, smart, witty, well liked with a good sense of humor. Not given over to a quick temper or angry resolve. He certainly is the best of all of us, and not much you could say to me would convince me otherwise.

There are many quotes throughout this timeless classic that strike me as memorable:

“Once … once!”

“And make an honest woman of her?”

“Yes!”

“Just give him a God damn beer!”

Samuel: “Nice shiner.”
Tristan: “Yeah, well, I hit her back”

“I followed all of the rules, man's and God's. And you, you followed none of them. And they all loved you more: Samuel, Father, and my... even my own wife.”

“She was like the water that freezes inside a rock and breaks it apart. It was no more her fault than it is the fault of the water when the rock shatters.”

“It is hard to tell of happiness. Time goes by and we feel safe too soon.”

Tristan: “Samuel, God bless you. You are good at everything you try to do. I'm sure it'll be the same with fucking.”
Samuel: “Tristan, really. We're talking about my future wife.”
Tristan: “Oh, you're not gonna fuck her?”
Samuel: “No!”
Tristan: “No?”
Samuel: “No! I'm planning to be with her.”
Tristan: “I recommend fucking.”

Alfred: “I don't know what to say. Tristan's always been wild. You love him for that.
Susannah: Do I? Yeah, I suppose I do.”

“Tristan, I have nowhere to send this letter and no reason to believe you wish to receive it. I write it only for myself. And so I will hide it away along with all the things left unsaid and undone between us.”

[Describing Tristan] “I think it was the bear, growling inside him. Making him do bad things. Nothing that Tristan did was truly his own fault. It was the bear.”

"Screw the Government, screw em!"

“I don’t want my boy to see. I don’t want my boy to see!.”

“It doesn't take a genius to tell they'll be coming after you for this”..Watch my boys for me...“Brother, It would be an honor”

“It was a good death.”

“Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between this world and the Other.”

“Alfred: You have won her.....I am bringing her home.”

“I thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. I was wrong about that. I was wrong about many things. It was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them.”

       I could go on, but by now the point is as sharp as Tristan’s hair is long. And I will always beleive this is an underrated classic and should recieve greater precendence than even "The Dark Knight Rises" In the wake of Heath Ledgers untimely demise.

      Legends of the Fall isn’t going to get the attention of a Shawshank or Pulp Fiction this year, despite its anniversary. I understand why, and so I’ve come to accept it as a guilty pleasure in many ways. But whenever I watch it. I'm reminded or growing up; of boys striving to find their place in this great world of fairy tales we once contrived to invent, visions of grandeur and resolve. We haven’t had to deal with one of us passing away or setting off to war, but we have had our fights. We’ve grown apart in ways both personal and geographic, and we’ve just plain grown up. There are now, wives, distance and change in the equation, but the brotherhood we shared then and now still resonates with me, as I hope it does with them. I’ll put it this way: Should any corrupt politicians and bootleggers ever attempt an attack on their lives, I’ll be ready in my three-piece suit with shotgun in hand. Ready to defend. Both guns blazin' shootin' from the hip.

"It would be an honor."

-Kyle Crockford

The Sacrifice (A poem)

Like a wind that whispers naught, the pain of passing,
He fought not.
With head bowed low, he took upon him to bestow.
The great gift of eternal life, that those who knew not might know.
Taking neither flight nor knife, yet let enthrall great many life.
To His great might we may fight, yet those less witted refused his light.

Yet not to one's eternal resting place one goes without fighting death's throes.
To this great struggle, we have our leader.
Our great savant who shall be our pleader.
Let this be known, though earthly shown, beauty without measure, was torn asunder to earths great wonder.
He who was despised though earthly wise, made all that was die by His disguise.

The fall and depth of it all, led through this dark  squall.
Memoirs of the fight, so we might recall, tis all we need to redeem us from the fall.
In great dismay as Satan has his way.
Naught a heavenly creature let flutter.
Angels shudder now witness to him stutter,
Yet to Calvary he went without a mutter.
Great drops of scarlet were sweat so we might not fret
The Rose of Sharon let trample, led to an inheritance ample.
The womb of one once barren,
opened so that we might share therein'.
A heavenly blessing of which could not be compared. O' for a thousand tongues to sing so we might  be an heir within.

As befallen all man was allotted by the nails in his hand.
The greatest glory, made the lowest lowery throughout the land.
Him who knew no sin, now broken that we might win.

The greatest love story of all time, could be yours or mine.
Twas' the very purpose of your first breath.
The very moment you were born to the day of your death.
If only you will accept what was so glorious once bereft.
For you He suffered, for you received our wrath that you could find the path.
The ascent to heaven leads through miles of clouded pain, yet in time it will wain.
You will achieve far greater gain.

-Kyle Crockford

The Dragon and Darkness Last Stand: The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ

        This was the moment the innumerable unseen forces of darkness had been waiting for, all hell gathered together to unleash their full fury on the chosen one of God; it was way more than just you and me it was the battle between good and evil that would decide the history of this planet and turn every pre-conceived ideal the world had upside down. Jesus incarnate, laid weak and vulnerable to the very creatures he had once damned.  Indeed, even the most hideous thing that that dwells in the deep cries out in preparation for an end. 

  Outward towards the cold, empty space between planets and stars. The empty space that mankind had once called, a “universe” The cosmic playing field is taking shape;  all the hosts of heaven watch on, as the dark prince's army comes forth. They cry out in one thunderous voice GIVE HIM TO US!...IF YOU WANT YOUR SONS AND DAUTHERS, GIVE HIM TO US! All heaven is silent, there is no answer, then there rises a figure from their midst, with head hung low, he approaches the midst of these two vast armies.. (images flash over my mind) I see him walking, to the post, to be whipped, and afterwards struggling to carry a cross. A crooked smile forms over the dark Lords lips, "Look...who doth come bearing gifts?  I will break him,. I will make him scream; he will feel hell as none has felt before, as he sentenced me. My loving king, you are no match for the weapons I have devised."

      And, in this hour, there was no shortage of hideous things: In multitudes and dark masses, they had formed a barricade around the last stronghold left,  There were trillions of them; like a globe of darkness stained with a hint of red. Those holding red orbs stood affront legions of creatures with the flutter of brown tinted wings and faces of men. At the core of this madness were beasts nothing short of monsters with gnarled faces, fingers of razor sharp bone. A floating maze of tangled bodies, sheer mayhem, squeaky little bottom-feeder “grunt” demon noises and the chatter that comes with them. they were eager, snarling, ready to win paradise back, fervent to catch a glimpse, a single piece of the holy one; mocking scathing and spitting, each waiting turns at tearing his bodily form to peices; if they could get the chosen one to slip up just once, to where he could no longer endure the agony, they would have victory, by forcing their hated opponent to tap out, their mechanisms of violence and terror superseding love. Yet He did not give up or cry out even once, unrecognizable now, as his body transforms to bloody shreds. Before this dark day the same blood sweated out from his pores. He was begging and pleading with the Almighty. Scarcely able to bear the thought of what He was about to endure, yet that cup of wrath was drained to the dregs. In this moment he was desperately hoping there would be another way to break sins curse, to unwind the spell, mankind was all under. Understanding within himself the hellish pain about to ensue and yet that answer remained the same "Long ago before before the creation of the world, before substance and thought became reality, before light was separated from dark, before we decided love would become a stronger more powerful emotion than all, that this was the only way so not a single loop or tact would be left to human chance". "It is so, enough! Not my will, but yours be done" turning now away...he began walking right into the teeth of the enemy's stronghold...

     Hell's gates are unleashed, from the blackest canyons and darkest depth of the abyss they spill out: cruelsome fanged creature's, the fallen arch angels of old, half-breed nephilim of antediluvian renown who were chained to hells darkest depths were there; the author of life now granting the prince of the power of the air ability unleash them. Witness to a great spectacle: their creators death. "this would be darkness last stand"  It had been spoken by the lips of the One they feared most.  Seeing what none of his frightened and scattered apostles could see, it was as if Jesus was saying, "take a seat back, you are no match for the power and horrors of hell, I am the only one that can, and will pay" 

Did Jesus fear the night before arise from the infernal suggestion that he was utterly forsaken? There may be more dreadful trials than this, but surely it is one of the worst to be utterly forsaken? "See," said Satan, "thou has a friend nowhere! Thy Father has shut up the bowels of his compassion against thee. Not an angel in his courts will stretch out his hand to help thee. All heaven is alienated from thee; thou art left alone. See the companions with whom thou hast taken sweet counsel, what are they worth? Son of Mary, see there thy brother James, see there thy loved disciple John, and thy bold apostle Peter, how the cowards sleep when you art in your sufferings! Lo! Thou hast no friend left in heaven or earth. All hell is against thee. I have stirred up mine infernal den. I have sent my missives throughout all regions summoning every prince of darkness to set upon thee this night, and we will spare no arrows, we will use all our infernal might to overwhelm thee: and what wilt thou do, thou solitary one?" It may be, this was the temptation; we think it was, because the appearance of an angel unto him strengthening him removed that fear. He was heard in that he feared; he was no more alone, but heaven was with him. It may be that this is the reason of his coming three times to his disciples--as Hart puts it--

"Backwards and forwards thrice he ran,

As if he sought some help from man."

He would see for himself whether it were really true that all men had forsaken him; he found them all asleep; but perhaps he gained some faint comfort from the thought that they were sleeping, not from treachery, but from sorrow, the spirit indeed was willing, but the flesh was weak. At any rate, he was heard in that he feared. Jesus was heard in his deepest woe.

         Yet Just,vengeful wrath is soon poured out, the holy aura of protection present throughout his earthly life now begins to falter, that spiritual connection tethered to the Father, binded by the spirit. To counter this, The dark prince intended to seperate the father from the son, the trinity was too powerful a force to take on himself.  If he could detach one from the other, victory could be achieved. Onto the chosen one, he poured the power and might of his blackest cruelty: "the black flame" He had concocted this magic deep within hell's abyss. He had exerted much time and energy into its creation. Through many dark enchantments, tampering and spells, he had a product that could indeed swallow light, even the brightest light, his dark schemes may be enough to pull His spiritual substance to the depths. He had long awaited for this moment... to unleash it. Procuring his unholy flame he wielded it with great force upon the aura of protection. The sheer evil poured into the making of this substance horrified the Father, not one to be exposed to darkness and a careful avoider of its devises, he was now being shown the full force of its ugly horor, being subject and witness to his most cared for son now tarnished, it was indeed transpiring as He divised cutting away the spiritual protection and separating Father from son. God the father was now seeing his most precious treasure, becoming and being consumed by "the black flame" sheer evil, that which he despised most. The pain was insufferable. The arch angel Micheall standing by now witness  glances at the Father, grieved to the core, riveted in deep, anguished emotion "send me now, I can alter this battle, "no!" the Father says "no" hold, hold, he can do this, he will make it... 

        The connection...is now weakening even further. Seeing the onslaught of unspeakable terror and nameless horror in full view and sensing He could take no more., He turned and nodded to his mightiest angel saying"Go!  the connection will not last much longer! A diversion is what I require. Spare him from the possession of the evil one, but his physical body, do not save, it will be be the sacrifice for all mankind, what has come to pass must be fulfilled"

     The black prince now standing tall, hand outstretched, forms a crooked smile on his formidable face, sensing victory in hand, separating the connection through billlows of the black flame, now swallowing light.  The connection was weakening even further as the arch angel micheal and his legion of angels begin their descent toward earth, a tumultuous clash and scheer mayham ensues. Chaos reigns supreme..A flood of pristine wings and armored angels in perfect bodies rush at the pitch black. It was as an army made of nothing less than light itself. Crash! With a grand and dazzling splash, they hit darkness’s outer wall in sheer violent force. “Push!” A multitude of demons atop scaled beasts cry out. “They must not take Golgotha! Hold them! They must be held!” These beasts, these hideous hoards, these entities of darkness, these mutants of decay, were all that remains of the most glorious group of angels. These, now stabbed, gouged, bludgeoned and some torn to shreds, were ones once intended to co-author eternity. Yet now, the time of all such innocence had passed. In unbridled rage, the strongest of all hell’s attack beasts and large winged demons, came forth and clashed against arch warriors; gripping them firm on all sides. Struggling with unnatural might, the fluttering of these powerful brownish-red winged monsters emerged to reinforce. With gritted teeth, all became a vicious entanglement of light and dark. For these monsters only held one goal in mind; to prove that even an arch angel can bleed. ----The battle raged in fury. The connection weakening, was now broke. ..A fell voice cried out amid the chaos  "To the cross!" "To the cross!"  sensing victory near--all hell rushed in with renewed vigor and force. The connection now broken. Jesus incarnate, seperated from the father, now laid bare for the taking,  rushing forward with great ferocity, the prince of darkness lunged forward. The archangel micheal witnessing the connection broken and sensinig the hordes of hell retreating yelled in thunderous voice "To the cross! To the cross!" The host under his command lurched forward slashing and stabbing, lunging aimlessly at will toward any unfortunate foe who happened to cross paths. 

      A loud voice cried out  "eli eli lama sebachin!" (my God, my God why have you forsaken me?!) Hearing these words the angel Micheal and his forces pushed forward with renewed vigor and force. Knowing the power of the trinity was broken, the prince of darkness sensed precious opportunity. Now could Jesus spiritual substance be pulled to the depths, If he could reach Golgotha before the prince of peace spirit had fled its tethered body....Jesus, abandoned by God, forsaken by the world, hated by all, brain throbbing from thorns, dying of thirst, delusional, blinded by bloodflow was at this very moment going through a cardiac arrest, yet his last pained breaths brought life. Sensing all around him, hordes of darkness and Lucifer himself, the dragon of old, snarling and crying out in bloodthirsty glee, The loving kings heart was  breaking as this sinister oppression surrounded him. Now, in the throes of death amid all the hordes of darkness, a strong cry rends the air "It is finished!" "It is finished!" A violent blast ensues. Right before Lucifer himself reaches the cross, now sending shock waves of spiritual aggression throughout dark hordes.  The savior of the world had breathed his last.  A thunderous split was soon heard and the temple was torn asunder. The chosen one of God had completed his mission. He woud now be promoted as  mediator, sacrifices were no longer neccessary,  having broken down the wall of hostility by his own blood, Satan the oppressor and all his mechanisms were utterly destroyed, they had failed him to the utmost, even death, the last weapon hurled ar him could not pin him down. For He was not bound by it due to his perfect nature, the curse was reversed. All Hell was in a perpetual free fall; a fell voice screamed out amid the darkness "Fallen!, Fallen! Is babylon the great!" The Dragon himself had taken on a mortal head wound, peering inside the chaos, amid all the forces of darkness a great beast could be seen writhing in pain holding the top of a wound that seemed to be gushing with a dark pulsating fluid. Satan, the dragon of old was shaken to the core by such energy, power and might, having come this close to grasping vicory, yet being thwarted at this moment, now  enraged the dark prince even more,many of his forces were now overcome with dread  scurrying back to the abyss in which they had been summoned from. Only his most trusted warriors and fallen angels remained with the wounded prince of darkness. Micheal and his angels having being witness to this bizarre chain of events were still fighting.

    "Darkness shrouded the world, the sun turned black. The Souls of many who had departed this earthly world were awakened The dark prince, although mortally wounded was yelling orders to those who still remained, to the christians, the apostles, Jesus dearest friend, these he advanced upon, with blind hatred and reckless abandon. He only wished to tear them apart. The Archangel Micheal, now the capatin of the Lords host in command, taking his orders directly from the Most High, to these precious souls He wished to protect, thwarting the Dark princes advance at every move while forming a hedge of protection around these souls, the battle still raged. After 72 hours of intense clashing...From the masses, the mounds of captive souls, the claws of ancient fiends and the slush of dismembered spiritual parts, came a figure. "To me!, To me! was the rallying cry"

        Climbing atop the tallest pile of dying demons in a wasteland of eternal, nerves that still twitched, a small angelic figure emerged.... the demons began to laugh and heckle. Yet it was in that moment that this warrior reached down and pulled forth the most glorious prize. He pulled forth the prince of darkness from their midst,  as it kicked and screamed. The laughter ceased. In silent awe even the most frightening thing in the abyss stepped back taking a deep breath. Casting this captured creature to its trembling knees, the little angel cried out, “Behold, I give you the dragon!”

     Across the vastness of the Creator’s dark cancer came a snarl from every hideous face. Pointing their swords toward the one who held the prince of lies by the mane of his own long hair, fangs emerged from the drool of decaying lips. Indeed, Satan, the great prince of demons, the mightiest of all the ancient x-angels, the dark heart of the rebellion, had been plucked out from the inside. Greater still, he was thrust down before all his armies.

       Encircled on every side by a cast of countless millions; soldiers of darkness witness to their leaders grim fate. He now released the son of perdition to fall on his face. Dusting off his hand, he took firm grip of his adversary. Looking directly at the sharpened edge of all hell’s blades, a fire ignited in His eyes.

     “I bring you a message from the Most High!” He cried out. “This is your last stand! In this hour your war shall be at its end! I have been sent as your judge! I’ve been sent as the voice of the One who made you! You no longer battle all heaven’s hosts, nor the blades of the arch angels or the Master’s finest! Rather,” he cocked his head to the side, “it is now just you and I! Should you wish to keep your kingdom, then you must save your prince!”

     “Come oh ye rebellion!” He pointed his dagger at the endless hoards. “Rescue this beast from my hand that what has begun may be finished! For today, you are tested with fire!” He seethed, stepped forward and pinned the ancient dragon to the ground with the heel of his boot.

     Like a flood of poison stained pitch black; hell, with every weapon it possessed, rushed in. In that moment He smiled, Boom! With a single thrust of the blade there was a burst of light and spirit that cast the bodies of beasts tumbling into the darkness; like nothing more than  rag dolls or grains of sand tossed in the wind. They were not laughing now, they knew who this was...

      As He turned to sling his blade again, a weak voice came from the one named the dragon. Wait.” The great prince of demons leaned up onto his knees, gestured out in surrender. “Wait… I know who you are. I know how this ends. I do not wish to resist. I wish to give all this back.” 

       He slowly paused before stabbing him to the ground through the shoulder. The devil screamed as He leaned in close. “I am afraid the time for that has passed.”

       “I appeal to you to let me come before the Father!” He cried out in pain.

“The same right given to any son!”

      “The problem is,” He gave a somber shake of the head, “you are

not a son. You are a servant; a rebellious, unprofitable servant at that.”

     “You must let me be judged by my Maker!” He screamed as the blade twisted inside him. “No matter your appearance in this hour, those that have passed, or the day I was first made; I know you always. You have blocked me from my rightful place from the very beginning. You have sided with the experiment; the temporal. The so called sons that I have shown over, and over, and over will do nothing but spit in the Father’s face. Thus I say again,” he seethed and leaned up into the blade, “let me appeal to my Maker!  You are the Father’s Right Hand!”

     Firmly nodding his head. Taking a step backwards and withdrawing the blade, his shape gently shifted into the form of a mortal man. “Why does it hurt!” The beast gripped his shoulder and cried out in sheer agony. “Why am I not healing?” “My virtue . . .” He calmly gestured to Himself. “the Father’s virtue ... the life giving connection to His voice, His will, and the regeneration of creation

itself, has just been cut. What you feel now is called pain. I know,” he paused to

look at the ancient prince, “I didn’t like it either.”

     “From here on, you now live under the same curse as all flesh, your legions and the decay from which We have held you exempt until this very day. That cut in your shoulder, that mortal wound on your head, shall be with you even until the ends of time. It marks this moment as a memory to all who see you of this hour; this hour in which I

put my boot in your neck.”

        “So, I guess in the end,” he held out his hands with holes in each one, “we

all have our scars.” “Indeed my old friend, servant and adversary, what you forget now is what you always forgot then; that the Right Hand is as much the Father as His feet, His legs, His arms or His eyes. The purpose of the Right Hand is also no different now than it was then. It can either be there to lift up or come with force to knock down. As you know, it is not I, but the Father who decides if I come as an open palm or a closed fist.”

     “You now ask for my help in no more than the second hour after you asked the sons of flesh to put me on a cross. Then, you smiled about it.” He leaned to meet the devil face-to-face. “Let me ask you, why aren’t you smiling now?” “You are the Son.” Lucifer lowered his head. “To me, that is not the same as the Source. If I am to be judged, if I am to be condemned; then I beg of you a single mercy. Let my end be issued by the One who made me.” 

      “You wish to see your Maker,” He nodded, “the Voice of all Creation, the Father of all flesh. You are not foolish you old serpent, surely you know the burn from the sharpened edge of the One who made you. He has been present

this whole time even until now. For today He was my Right Hand, as I also am

His.” It was then that a blinding light came as He lifted the blade in His right hand. There was an image of pure radiation so bright that every eye squinted and every head turned. A soft blast of purplish illumination washed across all

that was made of spirit, flesh or bone. A fine layer of ash covered everything as a thin residue on angel and demon alike; the remains of death drifting as dust in the solar wind. All was light. No black space; rather, light space. The stars and

sun were like matches that merely burned out. All that remained were the galaxies of spinning minerals in oceans of endless and brilliant illumination. 

         That moment was the last of mankind, those having survived to the end, first opened their eyes. Their bodies, now no longer temporal, took on the form of youth and the condition each remembered and treasured most. Yet, they gasped in awe, shock and terror to find themselves standing in a sea of blades, devils and ancient warriors. But, there was no time for fear. “Is that you my servant?” A voice of intense vibration rumbled out. Every eye rested upon the beautiful beast bowed before the One with scars in His hands. “Yes my Master.” He thrust his face down into the fine layers of ash and gleaming dirt.

      “It seems we have been here more than once before.” The vibration of the voice of God traveled outward. “In fact, I do believe this is where we began. Need I remind you of the day you first put your sword to My face, the day you, became the thing you are now, the day you first embraced any place that I am not, the day you told Me just how grand you were, the day I allowed you to be My cancer just so that I could spare your life.” “Yet,” God continued,” here we are again, your sword to the face of  my sons for the last 6,000 years. So tell Me, my sinful, arrogant and rebelliousservant; why do you think that I should save you again this time?”

       The devil was without response.

       “Are you afraid to answer?” The sentence came as both light and sound. “Look up My servant. Have you no faith in the integrity of your actions? I see now and here just how much you tremble. I feel a river of fear and shame in your spirit. Before I even pass judgment, you have already found yourself at fault.”

      He was now in the center of a stadium of those named saints. Before him was the Father, an image of radiance. Behind was every beast from his army, the earth, the black abyss and the bottomless pit. Each was held captive by an

angel holding a knife to his neck. On a layer just beneath all these were the caged souls of mankind; the lost, the deceived, the blind, those who never found the Father, those who said there is no life beyond the flesh, those who lived in their own desires, their own will, their own evil, or, their own self-proclaimed good deeds. These were all those who were too preoccupied with the cares of the first life to consider the concerns required for the next. Those who laughed, mocked or shrugged at the Name of the King of Kings, the Lord Jesus Christ. Those who, without even knowing it, had held a great big middle finger at the Father of all life.

Yet, there was no laughing now, just the silent screams from tongue-less souls. This was the closest to their Creator that these caged would ever get. With the desperation of fiends, they violently clawed their way over, around, past and through one another for a single glimpse at that which only hours before they so arrogantly proclaimed didn’t even exist. “You caused a lot of pain.” The image of God now shone brightly. “Should I now put you in the same cage with those you have condemned?”

      “I did as I was told.” Lucifer firmly stated.

      “As you were told?” The tone of the Creator’s voice deepened to a darker

shade.

      “My Father!” He cried out. “My Maker . . . My Creator . . . My Lord . . .My Master . . . My King . . . The One who knows hearts. The One who knows minds. The One who knows the end even before the beginning. The One who designed my purpose. The One who spoke this end even before I had begun. The One who shows mercy and undeserved kindness. I now bow and ask of You to read my heart, read my intentions. Not perhaps what they became; but rather, what they were when we began.”

     “You know me. You made me. You fashioned me with your fingers and set me over much. You appointed me head of the Seraphim; the artisans of all eternity, the most beautiful angels that only now stand before you as the most hideous things.”

       “My Lord.” He bowed his head under the light of a sorrowfully haze. “I was also very new . . . very naive . . . and very young.” “In that hour my King, there were no fleshlings. There were no arch angels. There were no messengers. There were no middle-men. There was no rebellion. There was no dark void. There were no cages. There was no death. There was no pain.”

      “There was only You, Your Son, the Spirit of Creation, the seraphim, and

me.”  “My Maker.” He leaned up and spoke. “Can You yourself not imagine,

not conceive, not understand, not sympathize with the pain I felt on the day You

told me my purpose?

       “How, my Loving Lord and King, could You have expected anything less. You, the great Architect of all eternity; did you really not know how I would respond? Did You really not know that in that hour, with Your own lips, You birthed the darkness. You birthed the hatred. You birthed the turmoil, cries and screams. You birthed the death and decay for those barred from Your presence. You birthed the monsters, the demons, the x-angels, the dead souls.You birthed the very ones who now go by the very name shadows.” “Thus my Lord,” the devil looked up into the Father’s light, “it is You that began this war...by prolific affection for your own glory"..At the end of these words, the angels tightened their grip on the endless hoards. All creatures from the abyss cried out in agreement, even with blades to their throats. The cages of mankind, grunts, glitchers and uninfected grays shook the bars of their cages. The stadium of saints and all things from the realm of the real began to wildly chatter amongst themselves.

       “Father!” Lucifer cried out. “I have just of this hour fulfilled my purpose! Just as in the beginning, I have been vigorous to do that for which I was assigned. I have kept the rules. We have all lived here in the cage, the birthplace of the experiment, the void where Your light does not come, the big black pit in eternity. We have died and decayed

one day at a time with the stench of these creatures, these humans that I said would be worthless from the very start.” “But, my Lord, my Father . . . in this thing . . . this second purpose that you assigned after the hour You revived me and birthed them, I have been faithful. Thus my King, I have done Your will. I have been Your tester. I have

successfully finished this purpose. I have found fault, defect and disobedience in

all sons save one. Except for Your grace, they all would be condemned this day.”

    “My servant . . . you have done no purpose of mine. Your every action has been an aversion to My will. You ran from your purpose. Your purpose was to serve, to be right here with Me even to this day. Not only did you not serve, not only did you not fulfill your purpose; more than that, you cursed into My face. You foolishly tried to draw weapons against Me; then, you woke up in a

dark place.”

      “This thing you have been doing, this title of dragon, prince of demons, father of lies, servicer of sin for the system of shadows; this was not a purpose, it was an allowance of space awaiting this day, this day of judgment. I have allowed you to do your own will; a task which could have given to an earthen monkey. It was something for which you were particularly well suited; a quality tester, someone to bring resistance, temptation and continual opportunity for deviation, someone good at making a grand mess. You were at the top of My list.” “The only problem is that now I have come in with a mop; and worse

still, I really don’t have any more need for a mess maker.”

      “Then You admit, You have needed me!” Lucifer defended. “As You know, for Your children to have choice, You needed my help!” “I am sorry… “ God turned with the hint of anger. “Did you just say that I needed your help? Did you just say that you have been doing My will? Did you say that you, and the angels that followed you, only wanted to be worthy enough to be called sons? Satan,” He tilted His Light upon him, “even as servants, I gave you the most powerful gift I had to give. I gave you choice.”

      “Choice!” The devil scowled and gestured to mankind. “What choice? Just like the sons of flesh, I never understood any choice. And, just like the sons of flesh who have sought You after their fall, I deserve forgiveness. I deserve redemption.” “Forgiveness and redemption?” The Father’s Light left him. “Lucifer, you came to My throne and proclaimed Your “right” to eternity. You told Me to bow before You. You told My Son to bow before you. Then,” God’s presence became a deep shade of red, “you actually thought you could kill Me. What part of any of that did you not think was a bad idea?”

       “That was a mistake my King.” He shamefully lowered his head. “I was drawn in to thoughts that were not of my nature. It was in the fellowship of those You appointed to be my council that the unthinkable occurred. You must hear my plea of innocence to this.” “Satan,” God’s voice settled in tone, “that was much more than a mistake.

And, the unthinkable that occurred is exactly your nature. Your actions are self evident of your heart. You defer blame when it is you who are the father of both pain and strife. You say “love” when you mean “hate”. You say “peace” when you mean “war”. I gave you Choice and you gave me lies. Satan, you are My cancer. I need to hear no plea from your lips. Nor, do I wish to hear your version of events. What I am telling you is this,” God came in close, “I have heard the last lie I care to hear from you..There is one thing you have missed...Indeed no one becomes less like Me than the one who tries to be Me"

     “So, what about the x-angels? The seraphim?” He cried out and gestured to his bound hoards. "On the day we became what we are now, which of them held a sword to Your face? So tell me my loving King, these who only longed to serve You; what was their crime?” The light of creation moved slowly across all those held captive. “Their sin is the same as that which condemns the flesh; the greatest sin, the sin which summarizes all sins.”

       God turned His back towards the devil. “They listened to you.”

     

The UFO Phenomenon (explained)

     One of the most controversial topics in the world today is the UFO phenomenon. The driving force behind the largest space corporation in the world NASA is the search for the unknown (extra-terrestrial) in the vast and incalculably large void we refer to as interstellar space. It is the underlying motivational driving fuel behind every large-scale sophisticated examination mission - the search for (extra-terrestrial life).I wanted to share some insight on my investigation of the subject.  Strange sighting are being discovered all across the world today, sightings that defy physics and naturalistic laws.  I would encourage some, if not all of you to not take the interpretation of some, if not all historical textbooks at face value, but to take a gander from the accepted mainstream historical interpretation and think for yourselves as to why or how these largely fictional stories we know term as "history" are really true.   Here are some Quotes from the most respected people in the UFO and alien community regarding these frequent scenarios:

     “We are dealing with a multidimensional paraphysical phenomenon which is largely indigenous to planet earth.”
- Brad Steiger,

      "A large part of the available UFO literature is closely linked with mysticism and the metaphysical. It deals with subjects like mental telepathy, automatic writing and invisible entities as well as phenomena like poltergeist [ghost] manifestation and ‘possession.’ Many of the UFO reports now being published in the popular press recount alleged incidents that are strikingly similar to demonic possession and psychic phenomena.”- Lynn E. Catoe, (UFO's and Related Subjects)

      The UFO manifestations seem to be, by and large, merely minor variations of the age-old demonological phenomenon…”- John A. Keel,


       Mankind is so fascinated by the universe beyond Earth and it is such an unimaginably immense and mysterious place that the possibilities of what is out there seem to be endless. So this dark and unknown territory is ripe for causing all kinds of deceptive ideals about it. In the last few years, there has been a prominence of 'alien abductions" these are real personal experiences of people, many who have not dabbled in any kind of cult who are abducted and woke up to being surrounded by creatures working on them. This is not some crazy hoax, over 3% of Americans are said to have experienced this phenomenon, that's over 10 million people.  These expierances are stark terryfying and many of the victims suffer from post-chronic night terrors and psycological and mental trauma. The acclaimed abduction scenario stories involve the same physical description of the entities "oval-black eyes, dull grayish skin and a menacing physical expression", The stories in reference to the motives of these strange 'creatures' are also  strikingly similar; they have a fascination for the reproduction organs and enact many perversive, sexual exploitation practices in order to 'extract' something from these victims. My guess is a particular DNA genome in order to exploit some kind of nano-genetic material or resource. My other strong opinion is these are demonic entities searching for something. A genetically superior protoype?  Or something worse? These "watchers" - (trapped hybrid-evil spirits) are all over the earth you cant see, them but they are watching you, assisting in your deception. Looking for an entrance to control a host, a spiritual loophole which gets opened up by weak ignorant minds. A parasite of sorts is the best way to describe these entities.

       It's happened before in pre-flood times fallen angels (aka the nephilim) breeding with people and creating giant-like species also combining and mixing genetic material, creating evil hybrid species. This genetic tampering was why the great flood occured. The evidence for this great flood is viral. That being said, if the greatest minds in history, directly involved in UFO investigations have said that, these lil gray people are not who they say they are. I can't help but find a strong desire to believe them. This is very apparent in alleged alien abductions because even though so many movies and other forms of entertainment have depicted alien beings from other planets as sinister and seeking to destroy us, there is a growing trend where we hear people talk about aliens as beings that are more intelligent and superior to mankind even in moral and ethical ways. They see aliens as coming to Earth to warn us that we are destroying our planet and constantly at war with each other. So the trend is taking us toward so many falling for the belief that alien beings are friendly and even have our welfare and best interest in mind. The story: (The Day the earth stood still)  involves aliens coming to Earth to warn us about our way of life and how we destroy our planet through pollution and contamination with man-made chemicals and other substances. So when people engage in this kind of belief they invite things their mind and end up encountering something that is completely the opposite of what they thought aliens would be in their interaction with mankind.

       "Every encounter with alien beings that results in abduction always is described by the abductee as beyond horrifying, physically exhausting, horribly painful, mentally and emotionally damaging, and is an event that scars that person for life both physically and mentally. The things that they describe that the aliens do to them is beyond anything that anyone wants to suffer or can even comprehend suffering.They torment, violently, violate, mutilate, and emotionally scar those whom they abduct and experiment on. These things are demonic manifestations that have been fooling mankind for centuries." -Trey Smith

      "The accounts of alien abductions, whether group or individual, always involves the alleged alien craft or beings behaving in obvious intimidation and manipulation. This would not be necessary if the beings were only curious about our species and just wanted to learn about us. There are much better ways to learn about other species than to intimidate, overpower, and ultimately torture and experiment on. The only accounts of alien abductions that involve non-violent and strongly coercive methods are the fictional ones."  -Al Scourbough

       Not one person that has ever claimed alien abduction happened to them has ever said that the aliens did nothing harmful to them but just spoke to them about mankind’s destructive ways of life. No matter how much research that I did in regard to this subject, I always came up with another account of alien abduction during which horrible things were done to the abductee. It is one-hundred percent nothing but accounts of violation, intimidation, psychological torture and manipulation, physical intimidation and torture, psychic manipulation and just a general feeling of evil and ominous presences  that fully intended harm and made very effective efforts to control the person. Just as I said earlier, these accounts of abductions are always about manipulation in order to gain control of the person being abducted. to exploit or harvest a human body. We have something they 'want' or need and they are ruthless in their approach and tactics to procure it.

      No other encounter with anything else instills fear and terror in people more than those that believe that they have been abducted by aliens. Reason being that the aliens are always said to torture and violate the people in the most unspeakable ways. The things done to them are beyond perversion, manipulation, invasion, and violation. This speaks of a deep evil that mankind is up against

“The symbolic display seen by the abductees is identical to the type of initiation ritual or astral voyage that is imbedded in the [occult] traditions of every culture…the structure of abduction stories is identical to that of occult initiation rituals…the UFO beings of today belong to the same class of manifestation as the [occult] entities that were described in centuries past.”
-Dr. Jacques Vallee

      “The ‘medical examination’ to which abductees are said to be subjected, often accompanied by sadistic sexual manipulation, is reminiscient of the medieval tales of encounters with demons. It makes no sense in a sophisticated or technical framework: any intelligent being equipped with the scientific marvels that UFOs possess would be in a position to achieve any of these alleged scientific objectives in a shorter time and with fewer risks.”
- Dr. Jacques Vallee, Confrontations,

      “Today they call them angels and demons, tomorrow, they’ll call them something else…” (Satanist) Aleister Crowley


       Whitley Strieber, an American writer best known for his horror novels 'The Wolfen' and 'The Hunger' and for Communion, a non-fiction account of his alleged experiences with non-human entities and UFO's writes this:

       "I felt an absolutely indescribable sense of menace. It was hell on earth to be there [in the presence of the entities], and yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t get away. I’d lay as still as death, suffering inner agonies. Whatever was there seemed so monstrously ugly, so filthy and dark and sinister. Of course they were demons. They had to be. And they were here and I couldn’t get away.”

      “I became entirely given over to extreme dread. The fear was so powerful that it seemed to make my personality completely evaporate… ‘Whitley’ ceased to exist. What was left was a body and a state of raw fear so great that it swept about me like a thick, suffocating curtain, turning paralysis into a condition that seemed close to death…I died and a wild animal appeared in my place.”  - Whitley Strieber, Communion, p. 25

       "I felt as if I were entering a struggle that might even be more than life and death. It might be a struggle for my soul, my essence, or whatever part of me might have reference to the eternal. There are worse things than death, I suspected" -- Whitley Strieber, Transformation, p. 172

      "These are multi-dimensional beings that have made 'entrance' into this place in time and space we call 'reality' the here, the now the very reason you are reading this now, may be for a seemly purpose. It is my firm beleif nothing happpens by chance."  - Whitley Strieber, Transformation, p. 181

       We live in a time now where people think less for themselves and will repeat anything they hear that supports and/or proves their ideals and how they live their lives. Common sense in these instances is no longer the norm.This tremendous power and love that still 'exists' in the universe today has been completely rejected and thrown out as nothing more than some kind of superstition that mankind can’t seem to completely eradicate so the atheistic people that rely on science to guide them put forth even more effort to eradicate any evidence of or belief in God. Mankind is rejecting Him through the knowledge gained through science, thinking we know everything about creation now and have it all figured out to the point where he can discount God from the mind and conscience of mankind and worship at the altar of science. It has been reduced down to nothing more than countless chance chemical and biological processes that caused all that we see today in the world and the universe.

        Opening spiritual doorways by enertaining certain beleifs can allow for entance, manipulation an d eventually if the door is wide enough 'full on possesstion. These are multi-dimiensional beings that for one reason or another have made 'entrance into what we term 'reality'. this moment in time and space that we current exist in.

       Dont let the aliens fool you. They are not your friends and they certainly do not have your best interest in mind...

Regards.. -Kyle Crockford

The wordly value system vs a better way

The more you contemplate how we live, you see reality for the shallowness of what it is. We think it exists to satiate our every pleasure, those ever elusive constructs of self gratification always seeking something we cant fully understand or describe. Every time we think we breach the pinnacles of what our worldly value systems deem as success and happiness, it eludes us, like sand trickling out the gaps of our clinched fists. We look to athletes, movies, famed actors, somebody or something that is just, a cut above the rest, either in physique, athletic ability or intellectual capacity. I can attest to these feelings while watching the high school all American game today, 90 players hand picked to perform on a national stage at the alamo bowl as coaches, scouts and people analyze abilities such as vision, strength, speed acceleration, ball security and quickness, that are categorized  into a rating system followed by nervously waiting,hoping they bring their talents to their team.        Now for example, if I could suit up for the Seattle Seahawks in the case Wilson goes down, rush out and  take a few quick snaps, people would vehemently despise me. I'd miss hot reads, fail to identify blown coverage's, toss a couple picks, absorb some punishing blows. Because I'm not prepared and I' m not NFL quality. I didn't make the cut. That's okay, that's why they get paid millions.  My value to them was insignificant unless I thrilled with spectacular play.        Johnny Manziel set hearts aflame around the nation with his seemingly supernatural abilities; this kid was like james bond juiced on adderall, he did things on a football field that make you question whither what your seeing was real or alcohol induced. these are the kind of qualities we look for, these innate gifted abilities that if you are so lucky enough to attain people will love and dote on you because you are just that much superior to the simple peons that live in poverty. This is the same Spartan ideology that Hitler lived by, kill the weak genetically inferior breeds of ethnic minority, save the superior race of strong, blond haired blue-eyed Germans. These are the very ideals that this great teacher in history, commonly know as Jesus opposed when he walked the face of the earth. That which made him unpopular, he hung out with the sick, the weak, the prostitutes, the failures, the dropouts, those that were deemed unworthy of life itself, the people that everyone was subconsciously sort of waiting around for them to take their last wheeze in order to rid themselves the trouble of dealing with the particulars of their pithy, pitiful existence. This is simply the world we live in today, those many that seemingly bring absolutely nothing to the table.      Picture an NFL scout recruiting a feeble old grandmother to start for his offensive line; we'd all think he'd lost his marbles. you need a 300 lb beaser for that position - she'd get killed. That value system is based  on a particular prototype contributing in a set sysyem. There's another value system out there,  not based on what you can bring, it's what someone better can bring us. It's not a religion based off what you have to do to appease some powerful deity or ritualistic behavior to achieve inner peace, it's different from every other set religion or moral code out there. This is why there is so much pain in the world today. Because the majority of those out there are narcissistic to a degree, even the most honest, hard working individuals are not completely altruistic at heart.        Yet Pain is an important part  of this life, it weakens us from the illusion that all is well in this world and awakens us to embrace the reality that pleasure and security can actually be a hindrance to our happiness by promoting apathy, self indulgence and ingratitude, for the simple things that could bring us joy get glossed over by being too self assured; pain reminds us that if this world is only here for our happiness alone then we got fleeced because it can be quite intolerable.