Bury me (but not today)……

When I die, bury me in a lonely place, away from the prying eyes of my enemies.
Bury me in a far place, where they cannot spit upon the mound beneath which I lie, nor defile my stone-marked place.
My enemies are only the worst of people, who know no better. But forgive them not, for their ignorance is their preferred choice. They believe that spitting on the helpless, or the dead, raises them up in some way, making them feel less inadequate, though there is nothing less adequate than such as they; and nothing lower; not even a snakes track in a wheel rut is lower.
Such is the mind of the truly base-motivated animal that calls itself mankind. Such men could call themselves human if it was not for the void left by their total lack of any humanity.
Bury me on the prairie, or the wild places, where my heart shall live as long as I breathe, and to where my spirit shall fly when my carcass no longer is warm.
Failing that, dump me somewhere, but in an unnoticed place, as I have been unnoticed all my life, except for the unwanted attentions of those who wish me quiet. These relentless and often secret, faceless enemies, of which I appear to have so many.

I have offended by asking men to reason. To learn of things beyond what they think they already know, for they believe they know all there is to know, whilst at the same time denying evidence of fact, in favour of fantasy, their unknown things remaining oblivious and unsought for.

I have offended many because I do not believe in what they believe, because what they believe has no basis in fact. Still do they choose belief in the unbelievable over all fact. I have offended even more greatly, when I have asked them to show me the things of what they speak with such conviction. All they can show in evidence, is yet more believed and baseless nonsense.

I have shaken their conviction, but still they see not any light, and hate rises within them because of their fear. Perhaps their darkness is too dark for any light to penetrate. Their portals are shut so tightly, that nothing goes in; and because of this state, nothing is in there to come out.

So when I am dead, bury me in a silent place, where I can not hear their babblings of what they believe, or their singing of hypocritical hymns, as what they believe changes daily, and very often, more speedily than that. And of the praises they sing are only of themselves, in that contradiction of “sure and certain hope”.

Bury me deeply in case I can still see, for there is nothing of my fellow man that is worth seeing, for so much of him is false; and the differences he feels towards me are not visible, except to him and his like-thinkers.

Bury me in a windswept place where the winds drive the stench of their stupidity from me. For it has a truly foul stench, that appears to overcome all things, and leave even that which is clean, fouled.

Bury me where only my friends know, for they are the goodly ones, and people of reason and kindness, suffering only from their deep rooted humanity; and those without humanity take advantage of that which they do not understand, and so make such good people suffer, simply because they can, and lack conscience. Belief has its uses, as it justifies all.

Bury my friends where I lie, so that they may not be sought out by their enemies, for their enemies are my enemies. Such dark birds of evil fly in close formations, in dense and ever shadowing flocks across the sun-drenched valleys where even the sweet waters fail to cleanse them away, nor can the light of kindness or wisdom, shine through to give life. Such is their shadow.

Where such as they are present can abide only death; whether it be of the flesh, or of the spirit. So often destruction is all that the evil ones see, or appear to either know or understand. To them destruction is good for them to perform. It is useful to such as they, because it creates fear; and fear creates obedience, and the obedient ones give power to the unjust. The un-just lacking, sadly, in any form of common kindness, and, devoid of all sense of humanity, holds no care.

The unjust have the power to destroy, and they use it to great effect to maintain their station. Evil rules are laid down, sucking away the blood and effort of the good; and this evil grows ever stronger.

Let no priest of any believer's kind cross my door. And let no useless prayers to some entity that has its place only in the sick imaginations of fools, be muttered at my passing.
Let no hypocritical tear be shed. I shall need not belated sympathies or false regrets when I am already dead. “If only” shall not rise me up, nor shall it furnish forgiveness to those who have done me wrongs.
Bury me in a far place where the sky is big and the grass is tall. Let not my enemies know that I am dead, till the soil is well settled. Because of them I have been sorely bled, and all of me severely tested. There is not worthiness in them, nor any kindness of humanity invested.
Keep a silence, lest men learn of my change of station, that I might lie in peace and do my rotting in quiet secret. Let my enemies take no delight in my inevitable and final misfortune, which befalls all mankind. For alas, I have many enemies amongst the hordes of the believers that I do not know, and who know me not; nor have they taken the trouble to find me out. I, alas, am surrounded.

Copyright RG Crosbie 2005


When all seems lost and life turns cold.
When there's nothing left, but love to hold.
When passion dies within the ageing loin,
Youth long spent as careless coin.

When there's no future left beyond today to see,
And time a memory distant passed,
When nothing else has stood the test of time,
There's only love to keep you warm,
As only love has value that can really last.

When standing on the threshold of a nearing grave,
A tear runs down the cheek of one who's not so brave.
So much to lose and naught to gain,
Just ancient love to make you carry on, and ease the pain.

Copyright RG Crosbie 2008

Men of Reason

Men of reason have always found,
That all good things come from the soil, from simple ground.
And from thence plants grow by sweat and toil,
The hallowed fruits spring up from well tilled soil,
Oft planting helped by unknown hand,
That made the plow to till the land.
And so shall Sion faithful yield, her thousand sacred sweets.
Should men not reason, know it now,
They shall walk alone; shall starve, in corpse filled streets.

© R.G.Crosbie 12/5/09

Selective Memory

A selective memory is a wonderful thing:
It adds convenience to reason.
It allows the avoidance of reality
It also acts as a salve for the conscience, where and if one is present.
It allows one to win arguments, but only from a one-sided point of view.
It is an ego polish that is second to none, as far as the most egomaniacal are concerned.
It helps its possessor to lose friends, and influence no one, except in the negative.
It allows the complete avoidance of any form of reality.
It also allows one’s backside to be held in a perfect position to be severely kicked,
Again, it allows them to forget being kicked, and remember something else.
It then allows one to carry on with the theory that they have won something, no matter how great the loss.
To its users it allows the illusion that the whole world is out of step, except for them.
A selective memory really is a thing of wonder: it creates reason where there isn't any, and makes logical even the most ridiculous of thinking.
Its use is practiced only by the inwardly blind, the logically challenged; and the mentally deranged.

R G Crosbie. © 2005

Child abuse

Watching the news regarding the child abuse has absolutely disgusted me, as I’m sure it would to any right thinking person. The Church keeps shouting about Christian values, as if they were the best values possible, and possessed by them alone. For so long we have seen these values at work, one example being the slaughter of the Mayans to steal their gold. They burned children alive in order to get the parents to tell them where they had any more gold or silver hidden.

During the Spanish Inquisition, over eight thousand children under four years old were burned alive by the Jesuits. All done for the good of their souls of course, but mainly and objectively, to force their parents to turn to Roman Catholicism. The act of burning children and people alive is the ultimate sign of power. A clear warning to all. Numbers mean power, and after a generation of brainwashing all would be well, but for who?
Then there’s the beehive in Rome, which was purpose built so that the Pope could burn people faster (see The Vicars of Christ). The victims were dressed in hair-shirts, which were impregnated with sulphur, so they would really light up faster. Such was the need to save their souls in large numbers, that it was necessary to invent this industrial-like murdering process. Because they have done these terrible things to the innocent, then surely they don’t believe in the god they want the rest of us to believe in? Unless it’s one rule for them and another for the rest of us.

In Scotland they tied people to stakes at the tide’s edge at low water; if they accepted the faith before they drowned they were let loose. Go to Wigtown in south west Scotland and see the graves in the cemetery there (a peculiar fact is that if a thing is true, you don’t need faith and if you need faith it can’t be true). When the Roman Catholics weren’t doing evil deeds to the Anglican Catholics, the Anglicans were doing it to the Roman Catholics, yet they all say the Nicene Creed. The Nicene Creed comes from the conference of Nicea in 325 A.D. when they gathered to decide whether Jesus or Constantine was to be the divine son of God, after which they altered the writings and everything else, to develop their belief system.

But as they say, all that torture, blood and murder was all so long ago. Two nuns were murdered in Africa some years back. They were stripped naked and then killed. What a terrible thing you might say, until you go there and find out why. The nuns had given birth to a number of children and couldn’t explain what had happened to the children. When the natives found out that the little innocent babies were killed and “sent back to God”, as is the ancient custom with Roman Catholic nuns, the native people killed the nuns who were the mothers of the murdered babies after all. Even such so called savages have higher moral values than the nuns. They couldn’t understand a mother killing her baby.

In the concentration camps of Germany, the nuns led the trusting Jewish women and children into the gas chambers. You can see them on the old war films. The Jews trusted them; their assistance in the matter of this mass murder of the innocents made it more efficient and easier for the German SS.

Then there was the Croatian affair, where the Pope said that god’s love was not all embracing, or words to that effect. God’s love only applies to Roman Catholics, apparently. This left the road clear for more murder, done joyfully in the name of the church of Rome with the Pope’s blessing. All this is a matter of record. If any other cult did even a small amount of this kind of pure evil, what would have happened to them? Waco comes to mind; their destruction prompted by guess who? And again children died. You may say that the Roman Church can’t be held responsible for that, but they pushed it.
I leave you with one or two more thoughts. Jesus said that “He who stands by and does nothing, is equal in guilt to he who perpetrated the wrong”. Look at who stood by; and not only did nothing, but actually tried to cover it all up and protect the guilty, who in my opinion should be named and shamed at least. They certainly should not be getting away with it.

Jesus also said that “He who associates himself with evil, is himself guilty of that evil.” There is no more evil thing on the face of this earth, than the rape and torture of innocent and vulnerable children. Now where’s the millstones they talk about? No other cult or organization would get away with all this evil, and it is considerable. So why them?

I’m just saying out loud what millions worldwide are thinking. It amazes me that nothing has changed over the millennia. No one learns, do they? Like Jesus said, “And man shall know no reason.” Were still just a bunch of chimps, but we don’t act as well as they do, do we? It’s high time that the Church and its transgressors were held to account publicly.

The Manipulators of Our Society

On Christmas day 2008 the usual Sky T.V report of the Queen and extended family arriving at Sandringham for Christmas day services was shown, but the caption at the bottom of the screen said that they were attending “Mass” at Sandringham. The Queen is Protestant. Protestants don't go to “Mass”, which is a Catholic ceremony. The manipulators of our society are feeding the beginning of the end of Protestantism to us slowly.

Now Gordon Brown has had a visit with the Queen to discuss the ban on Roman Catholics marrying into the British Royal Family and vice versa. They apparently discussed having the necessary changes put into place, so wait for it. It's all done quietly, so that you'll hardly notice. Drip drip and all that. Continue reading “The Manipulators of Our Society”

Do you Ever….?

Do you ever feel helpless when fighting against unfair treatment from banks, insurance companies and the like, who take advantage of you, their customer? Do you ever feel that you would like to be able to make a difference when you see children being abused through poverty, which is politically generated, and therefore politically curable?

Do you perhaps feel that your vote, your voice, or you personally, can't really make a difference?

Do you feel controlled? Are you perhaps afraid when you go out, or even in your own home, feel that the police aren't doing anything in reality?

Are you fed up with politicians having a go at each other, just to remove the opposition from their seats, only to later take over and do exactly the same stupid things, and maybe not even as well?

If you feel that even some of these things are true, then now is your time to join up with others of like mind, and make a real difference.
Continue reading “Do you Ever….?”

A message for Diana

This is a message for a woman by the name of Diana, who will have been born with a caul, may still possess it, and was expected to make contact with the High Caulbearer some time ago. It is quite possible that you may have been previously misdirected from your path of inquiry.

The reason that this message is being left here, is that you may still be searching for answers to things you don't yet understand, but cannot ignore. You can send a message concerning this matter by posting a comment to this message below and/or sending an email to pentacular@gmail.com

The Hidden Purpose, with its Probable Outcomes

A general State and religious education is an exercise in moulding people to be exactly like one another, just like clones; all following the same gods and systems of belief. Designed to suit the needs of state and factory, the education of the masses teaches basic reading, writing, and arithmetic. They throw in a bit of history and other subjects as you travel up the sociological ladder to further education. This is the curriculum that's on the surface for everyone to see. However, beneath the obvious lies an invisible or Secret Curriculum that's far more sinister. Continue reading “The Hidden Purpose, with its Probable Outcomes”

Annual Winter Solstice letter to the Brotherhood of Nazarenes, and to those who follow The Way, supporters known and unknown, prospective future members

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

At this time of the year it is customary for me to give account to all members. I fear that this shall be wasted upon deaf ears, as usual; and so I ask,”apart from the very few,”who is going to actually help me, with more than superficial lip service, to do what must be done? Who is going to climb down of the fence and earn his/her salvation, instead of waiting for someone else to do it for him/her? Sacrifices must be made, if we are to survive the coming horrors. How many in reality will stand up? Not many, I’ll bet.

The main question is; considering the obvious evidence that can now be seen every day, why or why not? I wonder how many think that they will still be alive in 2017? ,” only eight years away. Who among you think that they will be amongst the few who won't starve, or fall foul of gangs, disease, starvation, terrorists, or Independent Banker's power-seeking design? If you think this to be paranoia, then how stupid can you get. Its beyond foolishness not to at least look, listen, learn and hedge your bets.

I wrote to all last year, and told you that the world economy would collapse in 2008. I have been warning for years about 2008, 2010, 2012 and 2017. Few if any took any notice, or even took the trouble to check out what we have been saying. Why? Continue reading “Annual Winter Solstice letter to the Brotherhood of Nazarenes, and to those who follow The Way, supporters known and unknown, prospective future members”