the dimming

the light was receding as the darkness was descending

it was the time of the dimming

The U.S. government form asked if my mother, now long deceased, was a female, male, or other. I can see the anger and indignation in her face. ‘No child comes into this world without taking the short journey in its mothers birth canal after being formed in her belly. The female gender alone is capable of doing this. Who is this ass-anine fool called the U.S. government to suggest otherwise’! The same was asked of my father if he was male, female, or other distinction. They then asked if I was still male or wanted a new gender affiliation. Sodom would blush.

Quieting myself I was reminded that all that remained of the American dream was the hollow shroud of an empty sarcophagus. Worms had devoured the carcass but the stench of a putrid decaying discharge still lingered. Stopping for fuel I watched as a young man jumped out of his ‘toy’ truck not used for haulin’ wood or cow manure, just a fancy bass boat financed along with his house and every other material obsession, wearing shorts with stars and stripes, clothed in the flag, dark shades, feelin’ cool and proud of it. I thought ‘you can’t put in what God left out’ reminded that we ‘are all born ignorant but have to work hard to remain stupid’. ‘The facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored’ and the consequences of our willful ignorance will surely lead to our downfall.

Then it was a ride home past the fairgrounds with all its flags a flying. ‘Home of the brave and land of the free’, a mantra perpetuated daily and still believed. The lie refuses to die. America, the most corrupt country in the world and the most deadly rogue state in recorded history professes to love the Prince of Peace. What we really love is war as we bask in our perversions. Seldom in our history did we ever dwell at peace without conflict.

The decline of the empire is a process, not a single event. America, like a branch severed from a tree in springtime lays on the ground as the buds bloom appearing alive, sap flowing, but soon to be added to the rubbish heap of failed empires and grand experiments. All that remains…..is the flames. The timing of the downfall is unknown, but the last grain of sand in our hour glass even now races to finish its date with destiny. You cannot hasten or restrain its completion. It is for an appointed time.

Darkness prevails as the light concedes and daylight yields to the night. A short time of ebbing, neither night nor day lingers, sometimes with beauty and brilliance as shadows play and that which was once as clear as day is now obscured in gray. It is the time of The Dimming that has been prepared to usher in the darkness. The night sky is freckled with sparkling diamonds of luminescence and a reflection of light from ‘ole sol’ as the moon passes through its progressions. We strain to see, eyes squinting. The watchman scans for danger but in vain. For in the darkness lurking largely beneath the surface of the water behemoth waits. The hand writing is on the wall and this great icy leviathan of the sea will bury you in its steely frozen depths. I hear the bell tolling as you sink beneath the waves. America it tolls for thee.

There is a sound like thunder as something passes in front of the light. It is the Pale Rider and all his horseman in imminent array coming for a conquered land. And death follows. This is the last picture show.

Awake my son awake. Tis a soft voice and gentle hands. Now an old man I search in the darkness. Is it the image of my mothers face? I reach out to touch. No one is there. But in the darkness my eyes are not constantly distracted by all that in the light is revealed all around me. Now I lay without these diversions and (in)sight shows me the way. This is the seeing ‘single’ I have sought for for most of my life. A healing balm is poured into a scarred and wounded soul. I breathe the breath of Heaven. And I live…..

In thy light I have light