Friday, 15 October 2021

It Says, ‘Dig Hole Here’.







[Dig Site]

(The broken down UNIT convoy is very close to the open archeological trenches.

Time’s Champion
And you excavated all this yourself?

WARMSLY: 
Labour of Love, really.


Time’s Champion
Impressive. 

WARMSLY
And I did have some help from Shou Yuing. 

Time’s Champion
And where did you find The Scabbard? 


WARMSLY
By that marker. 


ACE
How long did it take? 


WARMSLY
Oh, about ten years so far. 


ACE
Ten years? 


WARMSLY
Archeology is a precise and delicate skill. 
History has to be eased out of The Earth 
one painstaking layer at a time. 


ACE
I still think ten years 
is a bit of a long time. 


(She squats in a trench and uses a brush to remove some soil from carved stones.) 


ACE
What's this? 


WARMSLY
Ah, now that's a bit of 
A Mystery. 
No one's been able to 
decipher the carving. 


Time’s Champion
It says, ‘Dig Hole Here’. 


WARMSLY
Extraordinary. 
What does it say that in? 


Time’s Champion
My Handwriting. 
Ace, We Need a HOLE. 



(Ace gets a canister of Nitro Nice from her jacket pocket.) 


ACE
Right. How long? 


Time’s Champion 
Er, sixty seconds should be long enough. 


WARMSLY
Long enough for what? 


(The Doctor leads Warmsly away as Ace sets the timer.) 


Time’s Champion 
Nothing to worry about. 
My Young Friend's something of An Expert. 


WARMSLY
What, in Archeology? 


Time’s Champion
No, explosives. 


WARMSLY
What? 
(Ace runs up to them.) 


Time’s Champion 
Down! 


(Boom! as they dive into another trench.) 


Time’s Champion
Ace…? 


ACE: 
…I think the timer needs work. 


Time’s Champion : One of these days we're going to have a nice long talk — about acceptable safety standards.
[Helicopter]
BRIGADIER: Has Major Husak reported in yet? 
LAVEL: No, sir. London says that the area of radio interference is expanding. 
BRIGADIER: Well, see if you can raise him from here. Can you speak Czechoslovakian? 
LAVEL: Only when I'm drunk, sir.
[Woods]
(Bambera and Ancelyn are jogging through the trees.) 
BAMBERA: He'd better not be gone when we get there. 
ANCELYN: You cannot hold the Doctor. He goes where he will. 
BAMBERA: Shut up and run, Ancelyn. 
ANCELYN: My lady. 
BAMBERA: You call me my lady once more and I'll break your nose.
[Helicopter]
LAVEL: I can't see anybody around. 
BRIGADIER: Looks like some damage to that barn. 
LAVEL: I can see a possible landing zone. Everything looks peaceful. 
BRIGADIER: Yes, very peaceful. Are you armed, Lieutenant? 
LAVEL: Yes, sir. 
BRIGADIER: Well, check it's loaded and take us in.
[Churchyard]
(Morgaine and Mordred are standing amongst the graves of Saint Andrews Church, Hambleton.) 
MORGAINE: What can you see? 
MORDRED: A flying machine. Tis like an ornithopter but with whirling blades for wings. 
MORGAINE: The people of this world are obsessed with machinery. 
MORDRED: It would seem so. 
MORGAINE: Well then, let us teach them the limitations of their technologies. 
(Morgaine fires energy bolts from her claw-like fingernails and the helicopter starts smoking.)
[Helicopter]
(Smoke comes into the cockpit.) 
LAVEL: Malfunction, sir. 
BRIGADIER: What? 
LAVEL: It felt like something hit us. This could be rough. 
(The helicopter flies downwards.)
[Dig site]
(Ace peers into the massive hole she has made.) 
ACE: What's down there? 
WARMSLY: Don't ask me. I've only been excavating this site for ten years. 
DOCTOR: With a bit of luck, a tunnel. 
ACE: A dark, mysterious one? 
DOCTOR: Probably. 
ACE: Leading to unknown dangers? 
DOCTOR: Indubitably. 
(They slither down the side of the pit.) 
ACE: Oh, wicked! 
DOCTOR: Peter, Ace and I are going to investigate this tunnel. You stay here and guard it. Don't let anyone come in here. 
WARMSLY: What am I supposed to do, lecture them on archeology? 
DOCTOR: Yes.
[Helicopter]
BRIGADIER: Can you get us down? 
LAVEL: Down is not the problem. 
(The helicopter is close to the tree tops.)
[Tunnel]
ACE: It's damp. 
DOCTOR: Well, we are under the lake. 
ACE: And this wall's made of concrete. 
DOCTOR: Hmm. It's gone soft with age. This was built in the eighth century. 
ACE: But they didn't have concrete in those days. 
DOCTOR: No, they didn't. 
ACE: Thought so. 
(The tunnel seals behind them.) 
ACE: Doctor? 
DOCTOR: Don't worry, Ace. It's only a trap.
[Clearing]
(The Brigadier and Lavel run from the helicopter, which then explodes.) 
BRIGADIER: Five million pounds worth of aircraft, and we've lost it. 
LAVEL: If they make us pay for that 
BRIGADIER: We'll be poor for the rest of our lives. 
(Lavel's leg hurts.) 
BRIGADIER: Pulled a ligament? 
LAVEL: Oh good. I thought it might be something serious. 
BRIGADIER: I'll see if I can get some help from the village. 
LAVEL: But sir, we don't know what the situation is here. 
BRIGADIER: The situation, Lavel, is normal. It doesn't get much worse than that. You know, I think I'm rather enjoying this. 
(The Brigadier takes his service revolver from its holster and heads off.)
[Churchyard]
(Mordred is reading the names on the war memorial.) 
MORDRED: Tis a shrine to those fallen in battle. 
MORGAINE: So, they are not the savages you led us to believe. You fought on their soil without proper respect for the dead. 
MORDRED: Mother, I 
MORGAINE: You have dishonoured us, Mordred. What is victory without honour? Leave us! 
(Mordred walks through two lines of knights. The Brigadier walks up the road by the church.) 
MORGAINE: What manner of man are you? 
(Morgaine and the Brigadier meet at the church gate. The Brigadier points his revolver at her.) 
MORGAINE: A warrior, no less. How goes the day? 
BRIGADIER: I've had better. 
MORGAINE: I am Morgaine, the sun killer. Dominator of the thirteen worlds and Battle Queen of the S'Rax. What say you? 
BRIGADIER: I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Surrender now, and we can avoid bloodshed.
[Dig site]
(Bambera and Ancelyn arrive.) 
BAMBERA: Where's the Doctor? 
WARMSLY: Did you know that it takes one year to uncover one centimetre on a site this big? But now, delay not. Take the sword and fling him far into the middle mere. Watch what thou seest and lightly bring me word. 
(Arthur, Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King.)
[Spacecraft entrance]
(Ace is sitting in a giant carved fishes mouth, which is the entrance to the rest of the craft but has a metal door across it.) 
DOCTOR: Ancelyn's people must have built this tunnel. 
ACE: Looks fishy to me. 
DOCTOR: This is no place for humour. 
ACE: Professor? 
DOCTOR: Hmm? 
ACE: Where does Ancelyn come from? 
DOCTOR: Another dimension. Sideways in time from another universe. 
ACE: Not a local boy, then. 
DOCTOR: The question is, how do we get through here?
[Graveyard]
BRIGADIER: Let me see if I've understood you correctly. You are holding a Remembrance ceremony for the dead of our World Wars, a ceasefire to remain in force for the duration of said ceremony, right? 
MORGAINE: Your words are strange, but that is the meaning, yes. 
BRIGADIER: Right. What must I do?
[Spacecraft entrance]
ACE: No coded pattern? 
DOCTOR: No hidden switches. 
ACE: Well, how are we going to get through the door, then? 
DOCTOR: Open up. It's me. 
(The door rises.)
[Graveyard]
MORGAINE: I wish you to know that I bear you no malice. 
BRIGADIER: I understand. 
MORGAINE: But when we meet again, I shall kill you. 
(And she does/did, in The Dalek's Master Plan. The knights follow Morgaine out into the village.)
[Spacecraft entrance]
ACE: I refuse to ask how you did that. How did you do that? 
DOCTOR: Well, it came to me that it wasn't Ancelyn's people who built this tunnel. It was Merlin. 
ACE: But everyone thinks that you're Merlin. 
DOCTOR: Exactly. Door keyed to my voice pattern. Just the sort of thing I would do. 
ACE: Are you Merlin? 
DOCTOR: No. But I could be, in the future. That is, my personal future. Which could be the past. 
ACE: Right.
[Outside Gore Crow Hotel]
(Shou Yuing comes out to her car as the Brigadier runs up.) 
BRIGADIER: I'm commandeering this car, miss. 
SHOU: Sorry? 
BRIGADIER: The keys, please 
SHOU: What? 
BRIGADIER: The keys. Thank you. 
SHOU: Hey, just a moment. This is my car. 
(Shou gets into the passenger seat as the Brigadier starts the engine.)
[Spacecraft]
(The Doctor leads the way up a spiral staircase.) 
ACE: This is a spaceship? 
DOCTOR: More than that. It's a craft for travelling between dimensions. 
ACE: It's more like being in some huge animal. Who built it? 
DOCTOR: It wasn't built, it was grown. 
ACE: Who grows spaceships? 
DOCTOR: Very advanced bioengineers. 
ACE: Ask a stupid question. Well, if they're grown, how do they fly? 
DOCTOR: Magic. 
ACE: Oh, be feasible, Professor. 
DOCTOR: What is Clarke's law? 
ACE: Any advanced form of technology is indistinguishable from magic. 
DOCTOR: Well, the reverse is true. 
ACE: Any advanced form of magic is indistinguishable? 
(They arrive at the chamber with the knight and the sword in the stone.) 
ACE: From technology. 
ACE: Seen one spaceship you've seen them all. 
DOCTOR: Don't be so cynical, Ace. 
(They have reached the main chamber with the sword.) 
ACE: Wow. 
DOCTOR: Impressive. 
ACE: That's Arthur, King of the Britons, isn't it? 
DOCTOR: The legendary Arthur, yes. From another dimension, where the man was closer to the myth. But what is he doing here? 
ACE: Not a lot. Is he in suspended animation? 
DOCTOR: Who knows? 
ACE: In eternal sleep until England's greatest need. 
DOCTOR: Ace, don't touch that. 
ACE: Oh, it's all right, Professor. It's not like I'm King of the Britons, is it? 
(Ace pulls the sword from the stone and falls backwards.) 
DOCTOR: No, Ace! 
ACE: Gordon Bennett! 
DOCTOR: I hope you haven't disturbed anything. 
ACE: It disturbed me. 
DOCTOR: Well, I only hope you haven't disturbed anything else! 
ACE: Like what? 
DOCTOR: Like that. Look! 
ACE: Where? 
DOCTOR: I think I saw something over there. 
(A green thing with a snake's head glides into the room.) 
DOCTOR: Ace, I think it's time for plan B. 
ACE: We run? 
DOCTOR: Yes, run! 
ACE: There's no way out! 
DOCTOR: Now is not the time to panic! 
(The energy snake knocks the Doctor across the room.) 
ACE: Doctor! 
DOCTOR: Now we panic! 
ACE: It's some sort of automated defence system, isn't it. 
DOCTOR: Yes. When I say run, run! 
(The snake hits the Doctor again, and Ace runs to what looks like an escape hatch.) 
DOCTOR: Not that way! 
ACE: Doctor, it's a dead end! 
(The door closes, trapping Ace inside.) 
ACE: (silent) Doctor! 
DOCTOR: Hang on, Ace. 
(Water floods into the escape hatch. Ace is screaming for the Doctor and hammering on the door.) 
DOCTOR: I'm coming! 
(The water is up to Ace's chin.) 
ACE: Doctor! 
(The snake hits the Doctor again, this time knocking him out.)
Part Three
[Spacecraft]
(The Doctor wakes, and staggers to the control panel. He pulls out a small pyramid with seaweed on the end, and Ace is ejected out through the top of the escape hatch as the snake knocks the Doctor down once again.)
[Dig site]
(Warmsly is giving Ancelyn a tour of the site.) 
WARMSLY: Yes, this site is where Arthur is supposed to have met Mordred in the final battle, and this lake, where Bedivere threw Excalibur. 
ANCELYN: What do you know of Excalibur? 
WARMSLY: King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, wrought by the lonely maiden of the lake, who rose up out of the water holding the sword Excalibur aloft. 
ANCELYN: This lake? 
WARMSLY: Thou rememberest how, in those old days, one summer noon, an arm rose up from out the bosom of the lake clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, holding the sword. And how I rode across and took it, and have worn it, like a king. It's all a myth, really. Honestly, women in water holding swords?
(Bambera stares as a sword rises point first from the waters, followed by an arm clothed in black nylon belonging to a spluttering Ace.) 
BAMBERA: Look! 
WARMSLY: It's that wretched girl! 
(Ace runs onto the shore.) 
BAMBERA: What are you doing in the lake? 
ACE: Drowning. Here, you can be King of England. 
(Ace hands the sword to Ancelyn. 
ANCELYN: It's Excalibur. 
ACE: That's what I said, Shakespeare. 
BAMBERA: Where's the Doctor? 
ACE: In a spaceship, down there! He's in trouble. We've got to help him. 
(The Brigadier and Shou arrive in her 2CV.) 
SHOU: Oi! 
ANCELYN: Truly, the time of restitution has come.
[Spacecraft]
DOCTOR: Come out, come out, wherever you are, you little tapeworm. 
(The energy snake knocks the Doctor over and he drops the control unit. He makes a grab for it and ends up lying next to Arthur. Then someone's foot treads on the control unit, breaking it, and the green snake vanishes.) 
DOCTOR: (cough) Oh. 
BRIGADIER: I just can't let you out of my sight, can I, Doctor? 
DOCTOR: Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. So you recognise me, then? 
BRIGADIER: Yes. Who else would it be?
[Gore Crow Hotel]
(Elizabeth's white stick hits a foot. She feels up the chain mail arm to the steel plated shoulder.) 
ELIZABETH: Who are you? What do you want? Pat! Come quickly, Patrick!
[Dig site]
(Gazing down at the tunnel entrance.) 
BAMBERA: Two people were down there and you didn't tell me. 
WARMSLY: Well, I 
BAMBERA: Down there, in a trap. 
ACE: Yeah. Let's you in but it doesn't let you out. 
WARMSLY: Yes, well, Ace got out all right. 
BAMBERA: But the Doctor is still down there. 
SHOU: And the Brigadier. 
BAMBERA: I am the Brigadier. 
BRIGADIER: So am I. 
(The Brigadier comes out of the tunnel.) 
ACE: Hey, I thought it let you in but it doesn't let you out. 
DOCTOR: It let me out. 
BAMBERA: Brigadier, I thought you'd retired. 
BRIGADIER: So did I, Brigadier. Now, is the perimeter secure? This whole area is crawling with armed extra-terrestrials and they're hostile. 
DOCTOR: Same as ever, eh, Brigadier?
[Churchyard]
MORGAINE: He has possession of Excalibur. Knight Commander. 
COMMANDER: My lady. 
MORGAINE: Take your men along that road. Seek out those who hold Excalibur and take the sword from them. 
COMMANDER: And if they resist? 
MORGAINE: Give them an honourable death.
[Dig site]
ANCELYN: My lord Merlin. 
BRIGADIER: Merlin? 
ANCELYN: Oh, he has many names. 
BRIGADIER: He has many faces. And he has many companions. This must be the latest one. 
BAMBERA: We've checked the perimeter. Doctor Warmsly is staying with the vehicles. 
BRIGADIER: Oh, thank you, Bambera. Oh, see if you can get a blanket for this young lady, will you? 
BAMBERA: Yes, sir. Perhaps I should make some tea, too. 
(Bambera leaves.) 
BRIGADIER: Well, are you all right, Miss? 
ACE: Just call me the latest one, and I can get my own blanket. 
(Ace and Shou Yuing leave.) 
BRIGADIER: Oh dear. Women. Not really my field. 
DOCTOR: Don't worry, Brigadier. People will be shooting at you soon.
[Gore Crow Hotel]
(Mordred sips at a pint of beer. There are already 5 empty beer jugs on the bar. Pat brings an empty barrel up from the cellar.) 
PAT: Elizabeth? 
ELIZABETH: Pat, is that you? 
PAT: You all right? 
ELIZABETH: Yes, I'm fine. I'm all right. 
MORDRED: Your wife? 
PAT: Yes. 
MORDRED: With your aspect, it is well that she is blind. 
(Mordred walks away from the bar with his drink, laughing, as Lavel enters.) 
LAVEL: Do you have a phone? 
MORDRED: So, what have we here? 
(Lavel turns and draws her pistol.) 
MORDRED: Ah, there is light in this grey world. 
LAVEL: Don't move. 
MORDRED: Am I to do nothing? 
LAVEL: Yeah, you can get the tab if you like. 
MORDRED: Light and fire. Come, drink with me! 
LAVEL: I said, don't move. 
MORDRED: Oh, I would wish for kinder words. 
(Morgaine enters.) 
MORGAINE: Mordred. Who is this? 
MORDRED: A warrior maid. 
MORGAINE: A warrior? Good. I would learn the strength of their forces. 
LAVEL: Stay back or I'll shoot. 
(Lavel fires and Morgaine catches the bullet, crushes it and drops the dust onto the floor.) 
MORGAINE: Be silent. 
(Lavel drops her gun, hypnotised.) 
MORGAINE: Rest here and tell me. 
(Lavel kneels at Morgaine's feet and the sorceress puts her hands on Lavel's head.) 
MORGAINE: Ah. 
(Lavel screams.) 
MORGAINE: Quietly, my child. 
(Morgaine releases Lavel, who collapses.) 
MORGAINE: Now we know, Mordred. 
PAT: You can't leave her like that. 
(Morgaine zaps Lavel and turns her to ashes.) 
MORGAINE: Did my son drink well? Oh, I see that it is so. I must get the tab. 
PAT: Get away from here, you 
(Morgaine places her hand in front of Elizabeth's eyes.) 
ELIZABETH: I can see. Patrick, I can see!
[Dig site]
(The Brigadier, the Doctor, Warmsly, Ace and Shou take the Carbury Range Rover.) 
BRIGADIER: Oh, Bambera, take the other car, will you? 
BAMBERA: Yes, sir. Come on, Ancelyn. Looks like we get the deck chair. 
ANCELYN: My lady is vexed. 
(The Range Rover drives off.) 
DOCTOR: We might run into trouble. 
BRIGADIER: Oh really, Doctor? You do surprise me. 
ACE: Winifred isn't following. 
BRIGADIER: Good lord, is that her name? 
(In the 2CV.) 
BAMBERA: Now I'm vexed. 
ANCELYN: What do you seek? 
BAMBERA: Stay out of this. You don't even live here. 
(Ancelyn holds up the car keys.) 
ANCELYN: Perhaps these? 
BAMBERA: (snatching them) No.
[Carbury Range Rover]
(The Knight Commander deploys his men either side of the track as the Brigadier drives up.) 
DOCTOR: Something's wrong. 
BRIGADIER: What? 
DOCTOR: We haven't been attacked yet. 
(A knight throws a grenade which explodes next to the Range Rover. The vehicle swerves but keeps going. The Knight Commander signals his men to open fire.) 
BRIGADIER: Down! 
(He drives through two knights on the track. They shoot out the rear window but the Brigadier keeps going.) 
SHOU: Are they gone? 
WARMSLY: Who were they? 
BRIGADIER: Now, Doctor, we've been attacked. Happy? 
DOCTOR: Yes. 
BRIGADIER: Oh, good. 
DOCTOR: As long as Morgaine's people are shooting at us, she won't be using more obscure methods of attack. 
BRIGADIER: Such as? 
DOCTOR: I don't know, and I don't want to find out.

FOURNESS


The Sun and The Moon 
both create A Shadow.













Gawain, a Third Knight, asks Parsifal gently and humbly if he will come to Arthur’s court and Parsifal agrees.

In another version of the story, the sun melts the snow and obliterates two of the drops of blood relieving Parsifal of the spell so that he can function again. It is possible that Parsifal would still be there in his lover’s trance if the sun had not reduced the three drops of blood to one or if Gawain had not rescued him.

Curious symbolism is at work in this part of the story. When dreams or myth make much point of numbers it is certain that very deep parts of the collective unconscious are at work. Do you remember the great emphasis on four in the Grail castle? Here it is the number three which is highly accentuated. Four seems to be the language of the collective unconscious for peace, wholeness, completion, tranquility. 

Three is the symbol for urgency, incompleteness, restlessness, striving, accomplishment. Parsifal, having been profoundly touched by the fourness of the Grail castle now must cope with the threeness of here-and-now life. His loves, the knightly quest, his place in Arthur’s court—these here-and-now things claim him. No one can make his way back to the Grail castle until he has made his way through the human dimensions of life.

An awkward time comes when life is dominated by three; it must be reduced to one or increased to four. Three, or that consciousness represented by three, can not long be endured in its intensity and drivenness. If one finds himself in a paralyzing dilemma, he must make the forward thrust to attain an enlightened place of insight, the fourness, or else reduce his consciousness just to survive.




Dr. Jung spent much of his later years working at the symbolism of three and four. He felt that mankind was just evolving from that stage of consciousness represented by three to that represented by four. 

In 1948 and 1949 he was jubilant at the new dogma of The Catholic Church which placed The Virgin Mary with the Trinity, all masculine figures, in Heaven. 

He felt that this completed an earlier, incomplete stage of development that had brought so much unrest and conflict to The  Western World. 

The Symbol precedes the fact by many years, which indicates that The Possibility is now open to us; but The Work is not yet done

Dr. Jung felt that the work of a truly modern person was to make the expansion of consciousness represented by the evolution from three to four — from the consciousness devoted to doing, working, accomplishing, progressing to that characterized by peace, tranquility, existential being. 

The heart of the matter is that four can contain three, but three can not contain four. 

A Person of the high consciousness of Four is capable of all the practicalities of life but is not bound by them. 

A Person of The World of Three is not capable of appreciating the elements associated with the number four.

We are apparently in an age where the consciousness of man is advancing from a trinitarian to a quaternarian view. This is one possible and profound way of appraising the extreme chaos our world is now in. 

One hears many dreams of modern people, who know nothing consciously of this number symbolism, dreaming of three turning into four. 

This suggests we are going through an evolution of consciousness from the nice orderly all-masculine concept of reality, the trinitarian view of God, toward a quaternarian view that includes the feminine as well as other elements that are difficult to include if one insists on the old values.

It seems that it is the purpose of evolution now to replace an image of perfection with the concept of completeness or wholeness. Perfection suggests something all pure, with no blemishes, dark spots or questionable areas. Wholeness includes the darkness but combines it with the light elements into a totality more real and whole than any ideal. This is an awesome task, and the question before us is whether mankind is capable of this effort and growth. Ready or not, we are in that process.

The Year of Mary has come and gone and has mostly been forgotten and seems to have had little immediate effect on our lives. But if we can view this extraordinary event in the right way it will have a profound effect on theology and upon our everyday lives.

When the fourth element is given dignity and honour it is no longer The Adversary; it is only when we exclude a psychological truth that it becomes negative or destructive. An element showing its evil side needs only consciousness to give it a useful place in our structure.


Man has often seen The Dark Side of himself as Feminine and, pushing it even further away, has turned it into The Witch. 

Much of the darkness of the rejected element during the Middle Ages was Feminine—hence the burning of witches at the stake. 

These were not a few isolated occurrences that gained unwarranted publicity; it has been estimated that more than four million women were burned at the stake during the height of the counterreformation in Europe.

Now, it is a formidable task to incorporate into Our Personality those elements that were seen to be so dark only a short time ago; to retrieve so dark an element is a dangerous operation

If one has antagonised The Wolf at The Door, he does not suddenly open The Door and Say, “Now come in.


Excerpt from: 
"He: Understanding Masculine Psychology
by Robert A. Johnson





Thursday, 14 October 2021

The Contest of Angels




“The Will of God prevails.”


ALLEN C. GUELZO
Lincoln is working out on paper his own problem, his own difficulty. 

This is Lincoln's own agony and sweat over the ultimate question, 
"What is The Will of God in this crisis?"

“In Great Contests, each party claims to act in accordance with The Will of God. 

Both may be, one must be, WRONG. 

God cannot be for and against the same thing at the same time. 

I am almost ready to say that this is probably True, that God wills this contest, and wills that it shall not end yet, by his mere quiet power on the minds of the now contestants, He could have either saved or destroyed the union without a human contest. 

Yet the contest began. And having begun, he could give the final victory to either side any day. 

Yet the contest proceeds.



Man, it feels good to be Home….




Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker.

After coming home from a hard day's work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home : to find His Wife 
in bed — with another man

What the FUCK?!?



Superman Red 
Superman Blue

Eminem - Guilty Conscience (Official Music Video) ft. Dr. Dre


Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'

Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude tryna get off
Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch's head off!!

Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit?

What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?

Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe he's right, Grady.
But think about the baby before you get all crazy

Okay, thought about it? 
Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, 
get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did,
 be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?

What you say?

What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?

I'ma kill you, motherfucker

Uh-uh, temper, temper —
Mr. Dre, Mr. NWA, Mr. AK
Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way — 
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?

'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went —
Been there, done that…

Aw, fuck it, what am I sayin'?

Shoot 'em both, Grady, where's your gun at?


Lord of all, we bow before thee 
All on Earth thy scepter claim 
All in heaven above adore thee Infinite thy vast domain 
Everlasting is thy reign 
Infinite thy vast domain 
Everlasting is thy reign 

Be seated. 

What do you do when 
You're Not Sure

That's The Topic of 
My Sermon today. 

Last year when President Kennedy was assassinated, 
who among us did not experience 
the most profound 
Disorientation? Despair? 
Which way? What now? 

What do I say to my kids? 
What do I tell myself? 

It was a time of people sitting together, 
bound together by a common feeling of Hopelessness

But think of that. 

Your Bond with 
Your Fellow Being 
was Your Despair

It was a public experience. 
It was awfulbut We were 
in it together

How much worse is it then for the lone man, 
the lone woman, stricken by a private calamity? 

"No one knows I'm sick. " 
"No one knows I've lost my last real friend. " 
"No one knows I've done something wrong. " 

Imagine the isolation. 

Now you see The World as through A Window. 
On one side of the glass, happy untroubled people
and on the other side, you

God bless you, Sister.

Thank you. 

I wanna tell you a story. 

A cargo ship sank one night. 
It caught fire and went down, 
and only this one sailor survived. 

He found a lifeboat, rigged a sail, 
and being of a nautical discipline 
turned his eyes to the heavens 
and read the stars. 

He set a course for his home, 
and, exhausted, fell asleep. 

Just keeps going on. 

Clouds rolled in, and for the next 20 nights, 
he could no longer see the stars. 

He thought he was on course, 
but there was no way to be certain

And as the days rolled on, 
and the sailor wasted away, 
he began to have doubts

He just keeps on going. 

Had he set his course right? 
Was he still going on towards his home? 
Or was he horribly lost 
and doomed to a terrible death? 

No way to know. 

The message of the constellations, 
had he imagined it because of his desperate circumstance? 

Or had he seen Truth once... 
Straighten up! 
... and now had to hold on to it 
without further reassurance? 

There are those of you in church today 
who know exactly 
the crisis of faith I describe
and I wanna say to you, 
Doubt can be a bond 
as powerful and sustaining as Certainty

When you are Lost, 
You are Not Alone. 

In the name of the Father, 
The Son and The Holy Ghost. 
Amen. Please rise. 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Praise him all creatures here...

Hey, Father. 

Hey, champ. 

That was some sermon. 

Did it mean something to you? 

I wanna do that. I wanna be a priest. 

You'd be a good one, I'm sure. Here. 
Take a look. See? 

She's dancing. Kind of neat? 

Yeah. Here. You try. 
That's for you. Take it. 

Thank you, Father. 

Welcome. 


Like Noah's Ark, girls. Two by two. 

Maryanne said it. - Let's do it together. Okay. - Yeah. It's true. And did I tell you that Jessica's having a sleepover on Saturday? Morning, Sister James. Good morning, Father Flynn. Beautiful day. Not too bad. How're the criminals doing today? - Not bad, Father. - Good, Father. - Morning, champ. - Morning, Father Flynn. You wash those hands today, Mr. London? I washed them, Father. I don't know. They're a different color than your neck. Morning. - Morning, Father Flynn. - Sister, are we having the test today? - Get in line. Tomorrow, William. - Is it long division? - Among other things. Sister. - Good morning, Sister. - How much of it will be long division? - Boy! William London. Come up here. Come smartly, now. Don't make me wait. What did he do? - He touched Sister James. The dragon is hungry. You don't touch a nun. Take out your history books, please. Turn to page 683. - Yes, Ralph. - I forgot my history book. You can look on with Raymond. Mr. London? - Do you have your history book? - No, Sister. - Share with Mr. Malloy, please. - Do I have to? His breath stinks! I'm sure Mr. Malloy's breath is just fine. Be seated. Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd president of the United States. That barrette out of your hair, Miss Horan. Yes, Sister. Morning, Sister James. Continue. Franklin D. Roosevelt, together with Abraham Lincoln and John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was perhaps our greatest president. When he assumed office, 13 million people in this country were unemployed. They'd lost hope, and President Roosevelt said to these people, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." What did he mean by that? James? I think he was trying to say there's nothing really wrong. - You know? So don't get so emotional. - Maybe. Maybe he was saying that the world is good and we need only work together to overcome our problems. What's this, Mr. Conroy? I don't know, Sister. You don't know you have a wire coming out of your ear? - No. - Huh? Huh? No, Sister. I didn't. You come with me, boy. Go. Who knows what the New Deal was? The first noel The angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay I love this song. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep This past Sunday, what do you think that sermon was about? Sister James? Huh? What was Father Flynn's sermon about? Well, doubt. He was talking about doubt. - Why? - Excuse me, Sister? Well, sermons come from somewhere, don't they? Is Father Flynn in doubt? Is he concerned that someone else is in doubt? I suppose you'd have to ask him. No, that would not be appropriate. He is my superior, and if he were troubled he should confess it to a fellow priest or to the monsignor. We do not share intimate information with priests. - No. - That's true. What are we saying? I want you all to be alert. I am concerned, perhaps needlessly, about matters in St. Nicholas School. Academically? I was not inviting a guessing game, Sister Raymond.

Tuesday, 12 October 2021

We Hold.








“Our glacial days of digital perennialism place us in a constant ‘now’ without ever really being present, and icons are torn apart. 

No sooner does A Hero rise than He or She is exposed as A HypocriteMalcolm X was a rent boy, Gandhi had some odd nocturnal habits and even Che, the obligatory teen portal into rebellious sentience, was a Homophobic MURDERER. 


Too MUCH Information.

The iconoclasm of our omniscient but omni-dumb days unweaves the carpets that we may have walked upon and leaves us in the wasteland of the ‘only Human’.”

Excerpt From
Mentors
Russell Brand





If I say, ‘Well, Jimmy isn’t Perfect,’ I will ultimately use the ordinary details of Human Fallibility to impair My Own Progress.

Sometimes when I am making an incredible fuss over some minor piece of bullshit, when I am contemplating leaping out of my car like a slender James Gandolfini to confront someone at a traffic light, I think: ‘Wow, there are Men who call me up for advice and here I am, unable to contend with normal emotions – what A Fraud I am.’ 

But this is not the case, my all too evident flaws do not prevent me being a successful mentor as long as these relationships are correctly BOUNDED. 

All of the people I mentor understand the nature of this dynamic, its benefits and its limitations. They know that The Method I Use is Verified and Ancient. 

They know that I want nothing FROM them, that My Only Intention is to HELP them; I don’t want Money, Prestige or Power from them. 

These are Men Like Me, Men that have turned to Drugs and Sex to cope with the absence of a Spiritual Dimension to Their Life — who in the abscence of loving guides have improvised philosophies from their primal urges and crazy circumstances. 

When They NEED Me,
I am not The Fool 
at The Traffic Lights, 
I am The Man 
They Need Me to Be.

Once I called Jim when he was about to take his seat at the theatre or something that meant there was little in the way of small talk, and though I was quietly frantic he dispatched insights like sharp, quick darts, for all I know while buying a box of Maltesers. 

Perhaps Young Men like Me go awry because nobody can hold them. I don’t mean embrace, I mean in a parental sense, like (parentheses), to ‘bracket’ them, to stand as a dam either side of the wayward lash and unmovingly emit Care

The only Authority I ever knew was Negative. Either Inefficient or Corrupt. This is the consequence of living with false ideals in a Materialistic Society. 

The Authority that I give to Jimmy is SACRED, I know he is flawed but I am not consulting with the flawed part of him, I am consulting with the part of him that is willing in spite of his own numerous obligations, work, and family to provide loving counsel for free

I believe this relationship becomes a conduit for Truth, Divine Truth

That needn’t mean it’s all chocolates and roses. There’s a fair amount of ‘suck it up’ and ‘face your fear’, but it is Truth. Perhaps we can take Truth to mean The Timeless, The Universal. Things that will not erode and fade, qualities I need to live the life I have moved into.

How does someone who has never been A Father become one? 

How do any of us progress beyond our temporary limits

The Potential Person we can Become hums in an invisible grid Within and Without us. 

A Genius may actuate by intuition but all of us need Heroes, Role Models and Mentors, that we may see what is possible, living mandalas to lock onto as we inhale and expand into new states.”

Excerpt From
Mentors
Russell Brand

Effort



Franklin D. Roosevelt
together with 
Abraham Lincoln 
and John Fitzgerald Kennedy
was perhaps Our Greatest President. 

When he assumed office, 
13 million people in this country were unemployed


They'd lost Hope
and President Roosevelt 
said to these people, 
"The only thing we have to fear is Fear Itself.
 
What did he mean by that? 
James? 
 
I think he was trying to say
"There's nothing really wrong."  You know? 
So "Don't Get So Emotional."
 
Maybe. 
Maybe he was saying that 
The World is Good and 
We Need Only Work Together 
to overcome Our Problems.

I am certain that My Fellow Americans expect that on my induction into the Presidency I will address them with a candor and a decision which the present situation of our Nation impels. 
 
This is preeminently the time to Speak The Truth, The Whole Truth, Frankly and Boldly. 
 
Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. 
 
This Great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper
 
So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is : Fear Itself -- nameless, unreasoning, unjustified Terror which paralyzes Needed Efforts to convert Retreat into Advance




In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.
In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values have shrunken to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers find no markets for their produce; the savings of many years in thousands of families are gone.
More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.
Yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our forefathers conquered because they believed and were not afraid, we have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply. Primarily this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind's goods have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence, have admitted their failure, and abdicated. Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men.
True they have tried, but their efforts have been cast in the pattern of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit they have proposed only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence. They know only the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no vision, and when there is no vision the people perish.
The money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths. The measure of the restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves and to our fellow men.
Recognition of the falsity of material wealth as the standard of success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that public office and high political position are to be valued only by the standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, on unselfish performance; without them it cannot live.
Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This Nation asks for action, and action now.

Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself, treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the same time, through this employment, accomplishing greatly needed projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our natural resources.

Hand in hand with this we must frankly recognize the overbalance of population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land for those best fitted for the land. The task can be helped by definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products and with this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by insistence that the Federal, State, and local governments act forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often scattered, uneconomical, and unequal. It can be helped by national planning for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of communications and other utilities which have a definitely public character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can never be helped merely by talking about it. We must act and act quickly.
Finally, in our progress toward a resumption of work we require two safeguards against a return of the evils of the old order; there must be a strict supervision of all banking and credits and investments; there must be an end to speculation with other people's money, and there must be provision for an adequate but sound currency.
There are the lines of attack. I shall presently urge upon a new Congress in special session detailed measures for their fulfillment, and I shall seek the immediate assistance of the several States.
Through this program of action we address ourselves to putting our own national house in order and making income balance outgo. Our international trade relations, though vastly important, are in point of time and necessity secondary to the establishment of a sound national economy. I favor as a practical policy the putting of first things first. I shall spare no effort to restore world trade by international economic readjustment, but the emergency at home cannot wait on that accomplishment.
The basic thought that guides these specific means of national recovery is not narrowly nationalistic. It is the insistence, as a first consideration, upon the interdependence of the various elements in all parts of the United States--a recognition of the old and permanently important manifestation of the American spirit of the pioneer. It is the way to recovery. It is the immediate way. It is the strongest assurance that the recovery will endure.
In the field of world policy I would dedicate this Nation to the policy of the good neighbor--the neighbor who resolutely respects himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others-- the neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of his agreements in and with a world of neighbors.
If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize as we have never realized before our interdependence on each other; that we can not merely take but we must give as well; that if we are to go forward, we must move as a trained and loyal army willing to sacrifice for the good of a common discipline, because without such discipline no progress is made, no leadership becomes effective. We are, I know, ready and willing to submit our lives and property to such discipline, because it makes possible a leadership which aims at a larger good. This I propose to offer, pledging that the larger purposes will bind upon us all as a sacred obligation with a unity of duty hitherto evoked only in time of armed strife.
With this pledge taken, I assume unhesitatingly the leadership of this great army of our people dedicated to a disciplined attack upon our common problems.
Action in this image and to this end is feasible under the form of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our Constitution is so simple and practical that it is possible always to meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern world has produced. It has met every stress of vast expansion of territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world relations.
It is to be hoped that the normal balance of executive and legislative authority may be wholly adequate to meet the unprecedented task before us. But it may be that an unprecedented demand and need for undelayed action may call for temporary departure from that normal balance of public procedure.
I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require. These measures, or such other measures as the Congress may build out of its experience and wisdom, I shall seek, within my constitutional authority, to bring to speedy adoption.
But in the event that the Congress shall fail to take one of these two courses, and in the event that the national emergency is still critical, I shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me. I shall ask the Congress for the one remaining instrument to meet the crisis--broad Executive power to wage a war against the emergency, as great as the power that would be given to me if we were in fact invaded by a foreign foe.
For the trust reposed in me I will return the courage and the devotion that befit the time. I can do no less.
We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of the national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the stem performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the assurance of a rounded and permanent national life.
We do not distrust the future of essential democracy. The people of the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. They have asked for discipline and direction under leadership. They have made me the present instrument of their wishes. In the spirit of the gift I take it.
In this dedication of a Nation we humbly ask the blessing of God. May He protect each and every one of us. May He guide me in the days to come.