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Boxing day.

it is strange to think of this day as being such a apex of so much activity throughout the ages as they pass us by, we are at the receiving end of a long line of crap that will not flush down the hole, but who are we to complain and do something real about it, eh?.. first, who is saint Stephen since all martyrs were sainted before the sacrifice was ever fully made in a disheveled heaven, and beasts like this wren fly so far away from the hunting on this day midst masks and suits of motley garish parade… oh, if such be the history in a way reading truth between sensitive forms of lives lived linked each to one another in a strange descending stroke of kismet from the top down approach crafted as the pseudo-human puppets demand myths and legends and lore to follow and die for, as some means with which to extract art and its primal founders into the light as destiny cries out for more of them… if that man who would be the Christ was anything more than a man or a bird or a symbol embodied it is difficult for the Merikan mind to follow in its low context frame-up for any information to click and work efficiently, especially after the decades spent advancing the technological wave as it breaks away through the fringe of science and substance mutating at the same time as the social mind seeking to achieve an exotic revolution of spirit which was one of jesus’s best ideas so far, but many of the more undisciplined of the disciples subdued this idea instead wanting to constrain the lure of honesty with the noose of an ingenuity as they turned their version of early propaganda to a profiting conspiracy to be felt thousands of years after their intrusion into the great consciousness whether earthbound or high in the sky away from the prying eyes that see… no one is safe per say as a general tactic of caution practiced by the religiously penitent making the pilgrimage to the holy land of their choice without hesitation, as Irish respect for the protomartyr persona of saint Stephen goes about with some singing and dancing to commemorate the first Xian martyr who was actually stoned to death by a vicious mob acting under the guidance of the future Apostle Paul who was a major architect for the biblical heresy used to plague all spiritual adherents no matter their belief… Stephan became the standard-bearer for the new martyred “saints” of this new Jewish secret cult called ‘Christianity’ that became all the rage shortly before the complete fall of the Roman empire, and throughout my research into this mysterious martyr i have found orthodox instances that seem to imply that THE Jews were jealous of him, which i have yet to filter out whether this is all Jews in general stated ambiguously just in case the Jews are “wrong” in their beliefs on this Christianity and its “saints” as a rejection of the truly holy things in this world… even mentioned as the first martyr to shed blood for the Christian Gospel by the believers familiar with some history of their worship of these characters in their acts, saved by a rabbi who led the visions of a priest to the tomb in the early 1900’s in Jerusalem, but many more things have happened recently that recall more of the legend inspired by the Grateful Dead’s song “St. Stephen” about ‘seashore foam’ and whatnot rather than the idea about evil Jews and getting stoned, some of these events go on into the modern era surrounding the most accounted for aspects of Boxing day as the formal observance in English territories such as Canada and Britain… boxes of goods handed out to any of those in need as early as the Middle Ages for gratitude from their masters of material wealth at a time when few ever cared from the beginning, usually the English monarchy had it this way and the corporate scum have followed suit in the new ages since the industrial revolution last, but sometimes a fifth of scotch given out to couriers since those long lost olden days where people thought that gatherings would be pleasant through the bitter reunions as the “day of goodwill” commences among the holiday crushed Here in a human side to reality’s cold sting… still a part of the unholy shopping fury that comes in the season of Grummet afterward in which people seem to reconcile between the materialistic and spiritual aspects within their own true nature, in the aftermath of an annual mass consumption of goods and services where gods are praised but in which few are very relevant to a modern situation these days, and people have undergone quite a bit of tragedy linked to this sub-holiday as well with blizzards and hurricanes all disturbing the virtual sanctity of an ignorant human society… stampedes and fatalities all directed against the consumer brand of disgrace this culture has come reveal about itself and the current state of trends, a statutory rape in the mouth of all the shoppers offering up high praise to the capitalist gods that scream their subliminal waste into the human mind via the commercial umbilicus extending to the over-expenditure of the necessary resources on the trivial items, but this is not the final word…

Thanks, khet.