Visions of Chirst (The Quintupled)

Visions of Christ
((The Quintupled) (written November, 1987))

Poems by Dennis L. Siluk., Ed.D.






Explanation: on the poems “Visions”; I wrote the book “The Last Trumpet…” between 1984 and 1988, when I was having the visions. In 1987, I extracted six of the visions, and made in depended poems of them within a quintupled, called “Visions” and four of the five parts remains, and found about four-years ago, set aside, and now for the first time to be published for the public. Like in the book of “The Last Trumpet…” the author tries to make sense out of his visions (all poems were written in November of 1987, except ‘The Thorns’ it was written April of 1988, at the completion of the book (these poems represent the times I saw Christ), one poem was added to the five, written about 1984-1988? After the visions in the book “The Last Trumpet…” were complete, although the vision was in 1984, or early part of ’85, the visions comes from that book, Christ presumably at the “Garden of Gethsemane.”




Part I

The Hand

Of all the beauty that I’ve ever seen,
It was a hand the was supreme;
Like holy due, with lights form heaven
It filled the space
Within my presence;
And there I sat, in respectful fear,
And touched hand that disappeared!


Note: Isaiah 49:15 ‘See! I have will not forget you, I have you carved in the palm of my hand!”
/ No: 1110



Part II

The Garden

In a garden, I saw Him,
Elbows upon a rock—deep in thought;
His eyes firm, looking towards heaven,
Like pillars of stone—as if a lake at rest
Then I wondered, ‘Lord! Is this really you?’
A silent whisper said: ‘Yes, it’s true.’


Note: “And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of My Spirit upon all flesh: And your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions (I was thirty-five when I had my visions)” Acts 2:17-18/No: 1111



Part III

The Red Horse

“Thou shall not have any other God’s before me—
Not even oneself,” the messenger cried:
“An Island that becomes many,” the messenger sighed,
And the two red horses of war became one, then none…


Zechariah (New Living Translation): The Lord calls to his people to return to him, and he will then return to them, this is the Lord of Heaven’s Armies. He tells them not to be like his ancestors, and he tells them He keeps his promises. And he says: “Where are your ancestors now? They and the prophets are long dead. But everything I said…happened….” Then it goes on to say, “In a vision during the night, I saw a man sitting on a red horse…” Then the prophet asks “My Lord, what do these horses mean?” And the angle replied to the prophet, “I will show you.” And explains, “They are the ones the Lord has sent out to patrol the earth.” In essence, I feel what the men on red horses are doing is looking to see if the earth will settle down to peace, and acknowledge him. And if so, the messenger, the angel, will shout to the Heavens for the Lord to give mercy. He is made at Jerusalem, but even more so for the nations around her having inflicted too much pain on her. This is a note from the past to the present. The angels will leave if peace can be restored. Poem No: 1112



Part IV

The Mist

He said there’d be no tears in heaven
Where I shall be someday,
And I thought, when by the pearly gates:
‘What of my friends in hell?’
Then within a mist of sacred dew
I became aw-stricken, paralyzed;
It permeated my pours (osmosis)
‘A new beginning,’ I cried!
I knew owe, the divine wonder to be,
A touch of God’s joy, eternity…

Note: the happening was more real than a vision, so it seemed at the time, and Christ’s hand appeared, and there was light all-around me, as if in some sacred tomb, and I was wide awake, and my eyes were open. I turn to Revelation 21: 4 (I had asked God for an explanation of this verse in the bible, and the happening is what I got): from the KJV: “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” No: 1116



Part V




The Thorns

Within a crown of earthly thorns
In a misty fog one early morn—
Strenuously I looked straight ahead,
And saw the deity of Christ’s head;

Tears rolled own my ransomed face
Unto the earth that took His grace
And with a tear and smile inside—
Silently I knew He was Alive!


Note: No: 1114 (April, 1988) I was in my automobile driving north on Larpenter Avenue, stopped for a stoplight, at Lexington Avenue, in St. Paul, Minnesota, and saw this vision in front of me, I almost lost my breath.




Part VI (Extra)




Garden of Gethsemane


Powerful looking, not feminine
Knelt the Saviour in the Garden Grove,
His elbows upon a rock
His eyes piercing in thought.

I knew He was the Christ, confirmed,
And the spirit in me was prompted by Him.

Tarnished baked skin by the sun
His beard, admirably kept...fine wool;
His hair, not long, like paintings shown,
But light-dark brown, like the profile of Psalms.

Unclean spirits circled the air;
No distraction, steadfast, He was in Prayer.


Note: taken from the book “The Last Trumpet…” written between: 1984-1988. This last poem was not part of the original five, but an extra one added to the five, on 4-30-2010

Two Poems: Lord Canary (1962) & Common Sides (1981)

Lord Canary
((Unnoted History) (No: 9, poem; 1962, written while in Como Park Junior High School, St. Paul, Minnesota))

Never before published, found in 1980, and misplaced until now, the authors 9th poem,
Written at the age of fourteen years old (Written during classroom time)


Lord Canary—
a teacher by trade,
Taught of mirrors
and acted insane.

He never made sense—
all us students proclaimed,
He just talked on reflections from
mirrors, everyday.

But came the day,
he saw in the mirror:
Everyone laughing
with faces of jeer!

“Oh my gosh, my gosh”
he yelled in terror,
“what have I got here!”
and we all laughed—Mirrors!



Common Sides


Youth has its age
And age its pride;
One thinks he knows
The other thinks why;
But youth and age
With separate ties—
Have common sites:

Life, death, and quest,
And a hope chest
That never rests.


Note: written May of 1981, No: 69/review by Poetry North, Anchorage, Alaska, by D.A. Sterling, Editor: “(the poem: Common Sides)…very smooth and conveys real feeling….”

Voyage to Ellis Island (From Russia, a short story, 1916)

Voyage to:
Ellis Island
((Part Two of Three: From the Baltic))



Slowly the ship plowed through the last part of its voyage, through the Atlantic waters of the ocean, to New York City’s harbor, whereupon, the youthful and somewhat willful Russian lad named Anton (also known as Anatolee, or Anton Siluk), saw for the first time, the most famous, Statue of Liberty, and nearby Ellis Island was at arms length, the two most celebrated pieces of gossip onboard the ship, it would be where he’d process through, he—likened to thousands of others coming to America.
As he would go through the processing at Ellis Island, he would take a physical first, at which time, to his surprise, he would find out he had a rash on his stomach, legs and upper portion of his arms. The authorities, were taken back a bit, and ready to return Anatolee back to the ship and back to Russia—dismayed, Anton yelled in what little English he knew, and had picked up on the ship from the Russian Jews: “No, no scik, excitied, ecited, no scik, no scik! (He insisted, screeched out, in a near panic-stricken way.)” Yet somehow he maintained a smile on his face through all this, that stretched from ear to ear, which might have been the deciding factor for the Captain, whom was the doctor in the facility. He looked suspiciously into his eyes, Anatolee almost froze when he did so, and tears filled the rim of his lower left eyelid: “Okay, O.K…hmmm,” the doctor, a bit unsure, and waved him on through to the next inspector. It was an electrifying event, moment to say the least.

[August 3, 1916] And then came August, it was August 1, when Anatolee arrived in St. Paul, Minnesota by train. He had witnessed his father’s death a year prior (who had fallen off a roof on his farm)(born in 1874 died in 1915); now Anton had endured a trip across the Atlantic, to New York City’s Ellis Island, and a train ride all the way from New York City, to St. Paul, Minnesota. He would never, ever move again, and would never return to Russia again (but sent to his mother money occasionally, which now lived in Warsaw). Matter-of-fact, he would never leave Minnesota other than going back to Europe, to fight in WWI in 1917-1918, with the American Army. He would marry twice, divorce his first wife for being a drunk, and have nine children with his second, whom would die at the young age of thirty-three years old (the same age Christ and Alexander the Great died at). He’d live his days out in Minnesota (never driving a car, never leaving the state, never complaining about the hardships in America, he was so very proud to be an American). At the age of sixty-three-years old he’d help raise two grandchildren, Dennis and Mike, and die twenty-years later.


Written, July, 2006 (reedited for publication, 9-2009) taken from the Manuscript (an extract), “From the Baltic”

Grodno (A pectopah in Grodno, 1901; a revised short story)

Grodno
((A Pectopah in Grodno—1901) (Part one of three: “From the Baltic”))




He did not know it was a restaurant at first, he was only eight-years old, it was 1901, and his father had taken him to Grodno, a small town close to the boarder of Poland in Russia, from his family’s countryside farm. But he’d not forget walking through those doors the first time, and his father outwardly being known by all the patrons there. All saying:
“Hi, Yulie, how’s it going?” just nice old fashion greetings, that’s all it was, but they make for lasting memories. It was his first trip to Grodno, and as I mentioned, his first in the restaurant for that matter.
Most of the folks in the restaurant were having soup, a few with a bottle of vodka hidden under their coats, pouring it into their coffee. Mostly they were older men, a few business types, no children; Anatolee was the only child he could see. His Papa pulled out a cigar, and like a few of the others in the ресторан (guesthouse or restaurant) filled it up with smoke. The tables had very solid looking wood to them—hard oak, but his papa didn’t sit at the table, he pulled out a stool for himself and one for Tony, and Tony imitated his father as they both sat down, Tony putting his elbows on the long stretched out wooden bar.
“Молоко, пирог” (“Milk and pie for the kid,”) Tony’s father told the person behind the bar (in Russian), as the barkeep told the waitress down a ways from the bar, “And for me, just coffee with a shot of vodka on the side, that’ll do.”
Tony noticed the waitress pull the milk from under the counter out, it was warm milk in a bottle; it was how they drank it normally. Then she took the top off and poured it in a glass, and cut the pie in sections, giving him no more or less than the other pieces, pulling out a fork, and then delivered it to the хозяин (the owner and barkeeper), and onto the boy. Yulie had already gotten his coffee and vodka.
All of a sudden approached a short fat little man, half balled, cigar in his mouth,
“So Yulie, is this the youngest, the one you told me about, the tailor to be?”
“Sure is Ivan,” said Yulie with a smile, and then introduced his son to him properly. Anatolee was a bit taken back, he didn’t know he was going to be a портной, -ого (tailor) someday. He thought what a good surprise, ‘Papa was thinking of me.’

It was a trying time for the country, a revolutionary spirit was in the air, and work was not plentiful, and a trade was the best way to insure the boy could make a living and Anatolee (also called Tony and Anton for short) would practice at this trade in years to come.
This day would remain in Anatolee’s head all his life for some reason it had taught him if anything, that one had to look at long term goals, instead of short term gains; that is to say, one must not grab, but rather plan.


Note: A Chapter Extract from the story “From the Baltic” written July, 2006, extracted reedited for inclusion, 9-2009. Anatolee, Tony and Anton, is all to be considered the same person (No: 300) Revised 4-30-2010

A Natural History of the Jew (a cut story)

A Natural History of the Jew
(A Cut Story)




It was a hot afternoon in 1908 on a stretch of sand dunes outside the Arab city of Jaffa, the moderate size hilly mounds, were a short way away and you could see dust swirling on their tops, a meeting of men and women decided to established an all-Jewish city on this site, and the mass of people made one big shadow, and in the distance stood one man, his hands in his pockets—there was no roads or cars passing, nor houses, just people baking in the sun—this city was to be called Tel Aviv. Here, forty-years from that date, the state of Israel was proclaimed; one side to the dunes, the other side, and a seaside promenade in Tel Aviv. It would in time—without the world grasping their unique spiritual and moral character and historic mission, make the desert bloom. And this would make the Arabs envious; and such countries as Syria, Iran, Iraq, even Jordon, and Lebanon, jealous of this new land of wanderers once in exile, now neighboring influences that might dilute the desert, with their religious and moral concepts and social customs—never would they speak openly of the extraordinary beauty that caught their eyes, as the desert bloomed in the following decades (the wine of the Middle East)—this country that was in the past, exposed to the dual pressures from Egypt and Babylon.
It has always seemed to me that the war on the Jews has been omitted as a field for observations of the unrighteous, we have polite and sound accounts of their struggles—perhaps impossible to understand the history of the Jewish character and historic mission, their ability to maintain their integrity in each and every era and every place they’ve migrated, these stubborn and in all areas be it, economic, physical, political, and military, if not spiritual, moral and ideological spheres: still surviving today. The Babylonian stories of Gilgamesh (an example) the epic, by that persevering Hebrew scholar Saul Tchernikovsky. And from that time forward, the Jew, his course fainting in the vast wilderness of a Babylonian Empire, naked and alone, perhaps even considering his days numbered, everything taken away, nothing appearing to remain for him to do his mission, but lie down and die, perchance their defense of this giant conqueror, was more than meets the eye, it was especially cultural and spiritual.
I cannot contemplate the delicate conformation of it roots, it leaves the mind captivated with admiration. Even five hundred years ago, Bar Kochba’s defeat the Land of Israel, swamped by the Arabs, with the doctrine of Mohammed. Islam spread across the tribes of the Arabian Peninsula, and even against such odds the Jews: they stood against this and survived, as the Moslem tide tried to wipe them out. At one time or another it would, or must have appeared to the Jew: from Palestine, to Russian, across Europe, and on the streets of America, the great flood that threatened the national veracity and spiritual independence of the Jewish people, as a people—could they not have said: God, that Being who planted us, watered us, brought us to perfection, to this obscure part of the world, a land that appeared so small and unimportant, that involved so much suffering, and here he formed us after his own image, disregard hunger and fatigue, having us travel forward, surely he was not now disappointed, surely now he has forgiven us of our past sins, those of our forefathers, handed down from century to century, they must now be forgiven. Surely reflections like these would not allow them to despair long enough to say, “We are not the Chosen…!” And thus, they were not disappointed, and with a disposition to wonder and adore in a like manner, their God, now and forevermore, and in 1908, on a stretch of sand dunes outside the Arab city of Jaffa, a meeting of men and women took place, and they decided they’d establish an all-Jewish city, and this city was to be called Tel Aviv, and then in 1967, Jerusalem, the city of God was found under their wing, and then in 1972, they would be victorious again.

To not conform, I will now take the reader, on a trip to recover some lost ground, positions, except for the presence of the dead, not that all the dead are buried. And they came in 1939, the unauthorized immigrants, stealing ashore, an illegal transport, evading the British vigilance, these European refugees brought by the Sussana, in 1947, also they came. The ordeal of the Exodus in 1947 is also an enduring legend of Jewish suffering. The jam-packed ship, intercepted by the British, forced to sail to Haifa. The individual blown tight enough to burst, and as time went on so did the ever increasing number of Jews coming to The Promised Land, to an unbelievable extent and faces filled many tents, and surely one was not surprised at the amount of paper that is scattered about the dead, their ultimate position left, before any burials all lay their faces down in the sand, all in the heat and among the flies, bodies scattered like paper, the smell of the battlefield everywhere, the smell of death goes back for the Jews a long, long ways. Then in calm, they are buried. One wonders what a passing traveler would have seen on those bleak battlefields during those days. World War Two had ended for the world at large, but not for the Jew.
On May 15, 1948, Israel proclaimed its Statehood, this brought on a full scale invasion by the Arabs, and riots, by the UN’s Partition Resolution in 1947. Dr. Weizmann and Emir Feisal, and Ben-Zvi, all Zionist leaders, and Soldiers of the Hagana, armed boys and girls of the Irgun Zvai Leumi, all played a roll between 1918, and 1948 (thirty-years) of bringing in this new drown dawn, choking along the way from the smoke and gun fire and smell of death. And in 1949, a year later, young Israelis everywhere danced the hora, and the Israel flag was raised at the United Nations and in 1951, they had their first military parade, the third anniversary.
And from there came: Prime Minister Ben-Gurion, friends with President Dwight D. Eisenhower. And Weizmann, friends with Harry S. Truman, and Foreign Minister Golda Meir, friends with President John F. Kennedy, and Prime Minister Levi Eshkol, and President Johnson, and the glorious and renowned General and Prime Minister, Ariel Sharon. And the Diamond Exchange in Ramat Gau, started by immigrants from Amsterdam. And oil drill on the Dead Sea, Fishermen at Eilat, and the Kfar Hayorek Agricultural School, and the Ethiopian Jew came home, and the Russian Jews. With the torah and guns, consequently, the wars were fought on and on, and now the country had a vividly heterogeneous population (7.5-million today, of which two-thirds are Jewish).

What is it, perhaps nothing what I say here, in this short but natural history of the Jews, even though the designation may be cut, means nothing to the published world, yet surely it is unfair to the dead, who were not dead when they fought the good battle to create a great nation, who owed nothing to anybody but God, and God alone; surely many who had never even read a word of Hebrew, who had come thousands of miles, or given thousands of dollars to fight the good fight, in the winter of Israel’s new birth. This is where those writers are mistaken who write books about the Jews, of them dying in a trench, or behind hidden Walls of the Nazis’ because they had little to die for; they had something to die for, and still do, it is called—let me quote David Ben- Gurion: “For our…preservation of the legacy of our Prophets to the end of time, Israel must strive incessantly…to be a unique people.” It’s who they are.

(No: 610) Written: 4-29-2010 ••

The Repulsion of Merced (reedited 4-2010)

The Repulsion of Merced




(Forward) Only in ancient manuscripts can the word Cthulhu be found, meaning ‘horror of the horrors.’ A horror that numbs you, one that defies even God and His mercy; the decipherment of the word can entangle both the pawn and the prey, it reduces human existence to a weak and stale plight. Thus, in this following story, one that is based on fact (and considered by the author as historical fiction, since he has added his own descriptiveness to the account, and his own adjectives, that in which he feels belong to the story), that took place in November, of 2008; we will see a jealous mindless monster in motion, and the pawn will be devoured (names have been changed).


(Andahuaylas)

I will tell you of Naomi, She left Andahuaylas, Peru, in the Andes crossing into the Montero Valley and Huancayo, on the 3rd of November, 2008, on her way to La Merced (a place I had been through a few times onto Villa Rica and Danced with the local residents in parade). You have heard such stories of horror in bits and pieces, I am sure, as you are about to hear now, where demonic things crawl in the night to do hideous works for hell, but man and woman have their own hell, besides hell chasing them with hell’s demons, but here is man’s own evil substance at work, no need for Satan to interfere of what truth is or isn’t, for it will not matter, especially when lost in rage—and in this story it gets lost in a passive internal rage, it passes by all reasoning and logical sense, dwells circling the walls of limbo, quietness forgotten, jealousy takes over, this was Naomi’s fate, and peril.
As she reached her destination (having taken a bus), to the city called La Merced, in the central jungle of Peru, near Satipo, she went to live with her half sister and brother-in-law.
She stood at the door knocked, as a man slowly opened the door, and with long paraded glimpses stared at her as if in trance, eyeing her from heel to the top of her head. She stood back, shadow-like against the sky.
“I’m Naomi,” she said, thinking maybe this is Laura’s husband, Cesar had forgotten what she looked like (they had not seen one another in a number of years, and she had come down to the rain forest area to work in the fields).
He then asked her in, as glittering visions and the pageantry of glory filled his inners, as if her smile had given him hope for future advancements on her. In his mind, it was not of the drab day to day life he’d have to expect from life this specific day forward, it would be a new adventure, he told himself, and a gleam set into his mind the wheels of motion to pursue this young lady, and this is exactly what he’d do in the next few weeks, he had new intentions.

After the greetings were said and done, and Naomi got her private room, Laura noticed at the dinner table the first night, the very first evening, her husband had faint like glimpses toward her sister (half-sister that is, both Laura, the elder and Naomi younger, had the same mother, although different fathers); as I was about to say, these glimpses were not unnoticed.
And so during the following week, Laura put on an invisible mask, to hide her jealousy, not that her sister was feeding into her husband’s scheme, but jealous manifestations of that illusion entangled her imagination to think so (but fundamentally it was not true).
It was during the second week, towards the end of it, that Laura could not bridge the gulf of evil she had created towards Naomi, awful blackness numbed her heart, her unstable mind, and her spirit, soul and ego, all spinning, shaking her every bone, behind the shape of her fleshly body, for once and for all to settle this account with the black winged creature who came to subdue her husband—Naomi.
She, Laura, was lovingly foolish, insecure with fear of losing her husband, burning like lit firewood in a hearth throughout her being, pulling at her hair when alone in a private room, until the roots gave in, and dropped out. It would have seemed she was not a product of today’s ultimate civilization, of the primitive primates of the Stone Age, soon to have a dim and un-guessed future.
Oh, far, far and far off was her mind this night, when she woke up in the wee hours, took a slug hammer, red-eyed, with a slayers heart, drifting she crept into Naomi’s room, in causal reality, she bent over the bed, lurked with her distorted mind onto the face of her sister, and here is where the story unfolds: she produced in her cerebellum a pointless chaos, horrifically primordial and beast-haunted, recognized the mark she was going to strike, and like a great wind, she struck her younger sister in the head, forehead, temple, nose, she struck several times, bone breaking blows, cracking open her head like an shattered egg, and sent her into a dark form of existence.

The following day Naomi died, driven only by some restless whim to show her sister she would not die at once but would live a few hours more to condemn her, against all cosmic laws she opened her eyes; consequently, she left this world not like a crushed worm, but rather, spawning for a moment of renewed life, and principle.


Written 11-16-2008, after reading a report in the Correo Newspaper, Huancayo, Peru, the author was inspired to write in part, of its actual events… considered historical fiction—of the account, and murder of? Reedited 4-27-2010

Roaring Waterfalls at Iguaçu (a poem)

Roaring Waterfalls at Iguaçu


The Waterfalls, lightness, a fractured barrier of thunder,
Takes place all around me and above me.
And out of that, miles around the green forest,
Below the blue of the sky, and cuddly clouds,
Into the deep watery falls; and the ran falls
With a pure rhythm, into Iguaçu’s lap—is this not Art?
And the linked immensity—serenity of thought!
The subject you may say is water, power, brutality,
And the beauty rising above, where earthly things
Are brought to its splintering peak, this subject
Is a replication to the glory of God…!

No: 2676 (4-26-2010)

Stars over Germany (Selected German Poetry; reedited: 4-2010)

Stars over Germany
[Selected Unpublished German Poetry]

by Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.


The Tower at of Babenhausen



Advance: I spent perhaps four years of my life in West Germany, and saw many castles, up and down the Rhine and Mosel Rivers (and Valley’s), to mention a few locations. There are perhaps 20,000 castles, palaces and ruins in West Germany alone. The History of Germany goes back to the time of Caesar, the conqueror of Gaul, when the Roman Empire was being expanded: Augsburg perhaps is one of the oldest cities in West Germany, dating back to somewhere around 58 BC. In the Middle Ages (450 to 1450 AD) and the Dark ages creeping out of these, around the 10th century, we see such towers like the Dieburg Tower in Dieburg, throughout Germany per se; I lived across the street from the Dieburg Tower and wrote the book, “Cold Kindness,” which involves the ancient tower.
Here are a few poems I did on Germany, the only other poem or poems I did are in the first book I wrote in 1981, “The Other Door.” It was a golden time for me during those early years in the ‘70sº.



Stars over Germany

Long I watched your stars reach
From east to west;
Now—enmeshed in a day
From darkness comes light!
Your wings became one—

Come! The ancient flames wait.
Once exiled—now exulted:
All is now one (Germany!...)

#1176 2/6/2006



Note: Perhaps this poem is long overdue, but one can only write poetry when it is ripe to write. Germany remains precious within my being, I lived there for four and half years, in the early 1970s; it is a most wondrous and beautiful land, with a medieval delightful touch. I am very proud they found a way to unite east and west, to become one Germany.




Octoberfest—1970


O Munich, Munich! Evermore—
to see the dancing on wooden floors
in Oktoberfest tents once more—
and hear the bronze horns echo,
and taste your flavoured birch beer.
All is pleasing to thy heart and ear!
Now but cast in a dream, yet it seems,
so it seems, I’ve lived it endlessly…!



Note: I attended the 1970 Oktoberfest in Germany, it was perhaps one of the few highlights of my first visit in Germany, of which was for ten-months, my second visit was 44-months.



The Black Forest
[Bavaria’s deep]


The Black Forest,’ of Bavaria:
wherein the beauty of its deep
resides no sunlit tender skies,
no beams of light within its wintry gleam
there is nothing penetrating, but white
here, but here is where beauty lies.



In the 1970, I went one wintry day into the deep of the Black Forest, with a few friends—whom got stuck with their VW (several times) and we all felt lucky we made it out and back to Augsburg , with no frozen parts to our bodies. #1177 2/6/06




The Old Roman Wall
(In Augsburg, Germany)

In Augsburg there’s an old Roman wall of stone
opened to the sky’s sapphire blue—; homeless looking
is this old ruin: soundless, secretive it stands,
unmovable under the sombre sun:
no doors, no locks, just mortar and rock
perhaps, — with a cryptic past…unceasingly
I cannot answer why, but it’s sublime.


#1181 2/7/2006 (Revised and Reedited, 6/2007) to my understanding it was built around 50 BC or so



A Lazy Day in Augsburg
[West Germany—1970]


Against a big oak tree I rested
A lazy day in Augsburg I guess
No work and no place to really go:
The sun is warm, seems jealous also
But I got no protest—
Just weaves of golden sun beams
Upon my brow and chest…!
And I’m thankful for that.



Notes: looking at an old pictures I had taken of myself during that summer of 1970, here I was resting against an old tree, and I remember the day quite well, it was a lazy day indeed, and I was but 22-years old, and life was so simple. I spent much time in Augsburg, Germany, as an American Soldier, in 1970, rambling about when I got free time, and I remember this moment so well. Written 2/2006 revised and reedited 6/2007. #1178

Note: Of the original nine-poems written for “Stars over Germany,” here are four that have been revised and reedited, 6-8-2007. I feel with more sensitivity; originally written 2/2006.



Awakening along the Mosel
(Along the banks of the river in the Mosel Valley, 1976)


There’s a stirring, an awakening,
walking along the banks of the Mosel;
and high above its surrounding hills
are ancient orchards fresh and mild
—castles with a valley breeze!

Wondrous views seldom seen...!



Note: among the many places I have visited during my two stays in Germany, the Mosel Valley, its river and castles were among the greatest highlights. It is seldom a poet can go back to the moment to capture the event. It took me 30-years to write the 12-poems I did on Vietnam, and when I wrote them, it was in less than a week. Here again, is that magical moment in my poem on Germany’s Mosel Valley, 36-years ago. (Revised, reedited 6/2007))Originally written, 2/2006))






Limerick for: Cochem,
(Along the Slopes of the Mosel)


Cochem commands the Mosel´s steep slopes
Formed by volcanic upheavals, long ago
Here the towering Reichsburg Castle bows
Bows to the Valley River below
Bows to its mighty volcanic slopes…!



Note: This is the new poem (No: 1872; written, 6/9/2007) The Reichsburg Castle at Cochem, sits on top of a hill, looking town upon the Mosel River. I remember it quite well; my son Cody along with his twin brother Shawn back then, but three years old each, chased a big goose and it turned on Cody and seemingly stunned him for a moment. as Shawn looked on. The slopes are believed to have been formed by volcanic upheavals, in the far past. It is a most beautiful place. In the middle ages, the builders of many of these castles used animal blood and hair as a mixture to reinforce the mortar used in the cement and plaster; thus, the result is, they lasted.


Heidelberg Castle
((Fortress on the Hill) (1975))


It was marvellous in all senses
To have walked on those ancient stones
And now to carry memories of this marvel
That cast light on me so long ago…,

I recall, standing tall in its ancient courtyard
(insignificant things happening at the time);
Wandering through its medieval laboratory;
A painting depicting terror and confusion;
An old 16,000-gallon wine cask…in the cellar;
Its destruction! Walls and halls battered.

It was marvellous in all senses
To have walked on those ancient stones
And to have carried those memories back
(to now, so many, many years ago).



Notes by the author: I visited Heidelberg Castle one afternoon, in 1975, this 13th century castle, with 16th century buildings here and there, with my twin boys Shawn and Cody. I stayed for what was called the ‘Illumination,’ where they light up the castle, and had fireworks, a most inspiring event. In its ancient, and most gracious looking courtyard I relaxed and took the day in, my son Cody and Shawn at that time was with me (about three-plus years old),they were running here and there; thank God I was young); it has a slope, or walkway, or rampart, to its top, a long walk it now seems, as I look back, perhaps because I had to carry each of the boys up that long ramp. #1182 2/7/2006 Revised and Reedited 6/2007




Slant Rhyme, for:
Aschaffenburg´s Gem

Johannesburg Castle—the Pink Palace
Down around the River Main:
Pink-sandstone, king size courtyard
Simply majestic, Aschaffenburg´s gem!



Note: I lived eight-miles from this beautiful West German castle, 13th century, made of pink sandstone, in the city of Aschaffenburg of which on the weekends I’d take my son two sons Cody and Shawn to see the castle (once we went inside of it); other times we would just park the car, walk around it, they’d play in the parking lot, and I’d look at its beauty. And when we’d drive off, we both kind of looked back at the Castle, myself through the mirror, Shawn and Cody through the back window, we could still see its pinkish colour in his mirrors, fading as we drove back to Babenhausen where we lived. #1184 2/7/06 (revised and reedited 6/2007).


Wuerzburg´s Baroque
(West Germany, 1974/´76)


Wuerzburg, a legacy of palaces
And structures remain: houses,
Buildings, bridges and churches—of,
By gone days…and a Fortress
Looming above the city! (Marienburg)



Note: From 1974-1976 I travelled a lot in West Germany, France, Switzerland, Belgium and Luxemburg; especially witnessing its many castles and rivers. A vineyard surrounding the hilltop reaches back some 3,000 years in history. #1183 2/7/06. In June they have the Wuerzburg Mozart Festival. (Revised and reedited 6/2007)





Polirritmo of the:
German Winter Shower
((A memo of 1970, in Augsburg Germany) (multi rhythm poem))


I have an arch-enemy here in the barracks
it tries to eat me, slowly, it works on the mind
it has one big eye, looks down upon me like God
in this case perhaps the devil…
it lives to be my thorn,
I know this as plain as the nose on my face.

I slant to my sides, right and left
the water is running, running in one spot
warm, barely hot, can’t seem to get enough of it
old showers, rusted old showers, half thrust
weak power push, as if someone’s sucking it all out
before I get it, leaves me only enough to wish I had more.
I wonder how the Nazis contended with this.

Slap my face, slap my face, the chill of the air seeps
seeps through the windows…cold breeze on my feet
(the blood in my veins not yet circulating)
old and worn showers, my face is hot
my torso cold, my feet hot my face cold
my belly warm, my arms cold…can’t have it all;
the top of my head is chilled; cars car-tires I hear
outside alongside, flanking I think, the building,
the barracks…horns, it is just first light…
a pale form, from the window (dribbling on my head)
my steel chrome teeth are shuttering, I hear them
like a galloping race horse.
I wonder how the Nazis contended with it.

Cold as a cat’s meow running from a mouse
down this old World War Two Hallway
quivering and dodging the green saggy walls
trying to get to my room to warm up
before formation, before the brass horn sounds
(to salute the flag, run around the buildings
as of my heart wouldn’t be pumped up already)
my heart humming like a purring car engine
my eyes flashing like windshield wipers bobbing
the barracks is like a beehive—full of unthawing life!
Like fish half frozen, coming back to life, snapping
flapping their flippers, jumping to kick-start their hearts!
This winter’s cold stretches my neck veins,
my internal guts, like pumping pistons,
where’s my, my—blanket? (a question to the mind
the big eye doesn’t like);
slowly, slowly I coil it around me like a cocoon!
I wonder how the Nazis contented with this!

Up, down, up down, up down…
I feel like a clown jumping like this
as if I was a confused bullet…:
plunged heart into the pumping, pumping!
I stop, I have to come down…
Bodies walking by, down the hallway—
slow down I say, down, down, down...
They already got their engines started
perhaps didn’t take a shower…?
Breathing better, reflexes not sputtering,
motor functions operating,
everything’s back to normal…liberty!
my body’s inflamed with heat again,
a spirit filled heat;
the eye didn’t get me today, no not yet.
I’ll never get used to these winter showers! Never!
I wonder how the Nazis contented with it!



No: 1925 8-2-2008. Moving and condensed poetry, poetry that captures the movement and spirit of the theme is seldom done, and can usually be done only by someone who has experienced the motion, the condensed actions, and here we have a trip to a German shower (yes just a simple trip, the things life are made up of), in 1970, in the city of Augsburg, West Germany, when I was a soldier, a Private in the Army, USA, when I was 22-years old, something’s never leave you…simple things, but perhaps to certain people, in this case, me, it is no different than a motorcycle ride, one that lasted for 10-months, and in the cold deep of the winter the shower was my arch-rival, it the sense of, it seemed to have its own life. I like the poetry of Juan Parra Del Riego, I enjoy it, it tells you the real moment of action, when it is taking place, and so I try to capture this moment in a multi rhythm order, called Polirritmo. I thought about doing this poem for many years, but was not sure how to produce it without losing its value, its character, its theme, premise, and so I do it the only way I know. And I dedicated this poem to Juan Parra del Riego, for his works have inspired me. This style of poetry has several rhythms to it. Reedited 9-22-2009/reedited, 4-2010.

To be published in the forthcoming book: "The Cotton Belt" (And other selected Writtings, by Dennis L. Siluk)


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The Israel Connection

The Israel Connection



Why Israel is hated so much by so many nations, peoples? This is a diverse question, it has an overall historical and present connection to the Book of Light, and that is namely, Israel. Why are they hated so much, by so many people throughout the world, has more than one reason, it is like a big river with many tributaries. What did they do to acquire this hate? Who did they offend? I mean here is a nation of 7.5 million citizens, with a World Capitol, Jerusalem (claimed by three religious sects), with less space than California, in Western Asia, hated by a billion Muslims, a hundred million Europeans, and God knows how many other millions upon millions, and nations upon nations. Why?

Could we say Satan is involved here? I mean, he turned into a snake in the Garden of Eden to tempt Adam’s wife, to violate God’s word. King David had to fight a dozen wars to keep his people safe from the surrounding enemies. The Persians and Medes, conquered the Jews then burnt down their temple, and the Romans were no friends of him Jews, not really, they helped nail Christ to the Cross. Hitler tried to kill them all off, all because of what? What did they do so wrong; possible because they called themselves the Chosen People? That’s not good enough. Perchance because Jesus Christ’s blood line, goes back to Adam, and Lucifer was trying to infect it so Christ would not come to planet earth? Possible there is a connection here. Does this justify the hatred of him Jew? Although the blood line of Christ runs from Adam, to Abraham, to Jesus. Actually, the Muslims, Jews and Christians all claim Abraham to be their godfather of sorts, there one patriarch they all can except as equally worth honoring as God’s chosen voice. They reject Jesus as a simple prophet no more, and Mohammed to Christianity was even less than that to a Christian, but they all bow to Abraham, and Abraham bowed to Melchisadeck, who bowed to nobody—and was perhaps Jesus Christ in disguise. Was Melchisadeck a Jew? He was the King of Salem, which is the same city as Jerusalem, if he wasn’t Abram was.
God should be mad at Israel, not humans because the Jews let God down, they were expected to preach God’s word, but they got a little greedy and wanted to keep God to themselves, not like Adam, or those other holy men before the flood, so God chose the Christians to teach his word, simply because the Jews wouldn’t, that all seems reasonable to me, I mean you can lead a horse to water, but try and make him drink it is another story. But again, that is between God and Israel that is why God has stated in his own way: hands off Israel, I’ll manage them.
Consequently, no matter which way we look, all roads lead back to Jerusalem, God’s city.
Why is the United Nations biased to Israel? Even though they helped in making it a nation, in which they quickly thereafter washed their hands of it, and hid behind their sofas, so they’d not have to help them, I would guess the reason would be, they hoped the Arab world would eat them up before supper, back in 1948.
Only the United States has stepped into tip the scale in the middle east so the Muslims could not (giving them four-billion dollars a year), or would not dare, slaughter the Jews, and they tried that in 1948, and in 1967, and in 1972. And ever since that, they’ve tried it at the United Nations, and with the PLO, and Hamas, and the constant bombardment of rockets sailing across its boards, all but Jordon and Egypt’s boarders that surround that little country have not for a long period now, trespassed, mostly due to President Jimmy Carter’s efforts. I mean, it s just a speck of land between the Jordan River and the Mediterranean.
Israel is a thorn in the side of most Arab nations of the world simply because of its notable technological output, and mental image the world has given it as the Chosen People of God, and its philosophy, objective reality (its phantasmagoria). They made the desert bloom, while Arabs couldn’t make a sand hill out of it—the truth may hurt, but as an old Baptist boy, it is as it is. Taking brain power, and nearly producing magic out of it, and creating the world’s third most dangerous power; Iran would love to be its equal. By nature, every Arab nations is dysfunctional, their governments are tyrannical. The peoples are poor and uneducated, and easily lead, and unwilling to take oil revenue, for the welfare of the people.
One of the reasons Iran hats Israel—I sense, might be because it is better to have Iran do so, that is why we do things, simple as it sounds, we are people of self-interest, and it is in the interest of Iran to do so. I mean, if you want the attention off the Government, place it on someone else, and thus, the government does as it will: Venezuela at present, does that also, the highest crime rate in the world, thus, no one has time to look at the Government, much less protest. Germany did that, everybody does that who has something to hide, something to gain from hiding the truth. It is a psychological twist, get the person to shift his thinking, make them busy, so they don’t have too much time to dwell on what you are doing, a great Stalin formula. Point fingers if you have to—America does that. It s a pretense, an image, a reflection for the most part: not completely, not with heart and soul. Hate America, now you can build the nukes that belong to Iran and North Korea. Iran like so many countries, produces what they wish to produce, and let’s not forget oil, we are not in the Middle East because we love the scenery so much.
So there are many factors in hating Israel for each and every nation. American loves Israel because they can be a buffer for them, and fight their wars for them if necessary, and plus, the Christians believe if they help Israel, they’ll be blessed. China loves Iran as does Russia because of its oil and strategic position in the Middle East. We all have our motives, and some are not religious. Even Satan has his motives, one of many being, world dominance. As I said, all roads lead to Jerusalem.

Written: 4-23-2010

The Book of Light (Introduction by DLSiluk)

The Book of Light



What is “The Book of Light” about? Here is a book that puts it all together for once, that connects the dots, crosses the T’s, puts the pieces to the puzzle of mankind and what surrounds him together.
From the rise of mankind on Earth: the author traces his footsteps from Adam, to Methuselah, to Melchizedek, to the Noah, and the Great Flood, and beyond, to Jesus Christ, and beyond, and in-between these footsteps, he looks at the world’s races, Adams and those outside of Adam’s, those fifty-five million years before Adam, right up to the 21st Century, right to, today. He looks all the way to May 20, to June 6, to December 21, 2012, when he sees a new age appearing over the horizon, one that my ignite WWIII.
He talks about how Russia and the United states are in an interplanetary war with invaders from outer space, and he shows his proof.
This is a wakeup message, one to wake you up, but once awaken then what? He tells you if it is done to abruptly, chaos, if done slowly, it may melt into our systems, but we will never see life again as it was. Religion, the Stock Markets, everything will have a new look.
Thus, awaking up a sleeping world with its sleeping inhabitants, is untrustworthy, who’s to know the real rewards and damage of it? We will be woken up to the worlds outside planetary take over.
He talks about those linking connections to the Nephilim, those giants of old, angelic renegades, and demonic forces, how they are going to return to the Circle of Raphaim, for their last hurrah, and the secret aliens in Antarctica. He uses all these facts, science, archeology, anthropology, psychology, theology, astrology, space travel, time and space, the Washington connection, and the Lucifer connection, seeking out the hand of God, and understanding his ways, and what is behind the Darwin concept, all to put a shadow over mankind for the big invasion to be, when all these dots will connect within the following years, soon to be.
He unfolds the deception fermented over 6000-years ago in breaks all the doctrines of normal thinking.
Once you read this narration, or report—this book as a whole, this message to mankind, you will never see the world as you once did. There are very few people who know the whole truth, here it is at your finger tips, written for the common man and woman, take it for what you will.
Who was Melchizedek? Was he a man, Jesus Christ, the son of God in a different form, or perhaps an Alien? He more than tells you, he proves who he is.
Methuselah knew all of what was to be in the future, out of his father’s 366-books he wrote, all those books were before him, he knew the road, the path beyond him, and he was the last faithful man to die before the great flood, other than Noah and his family. The author points out the connection, with Noah, and Og, and the giants beyond the flood, and the linage between Methuselah and Noah, which connects to David and Solomon, and Jesus Himself; all part of man’s history, and his downfall.
The author points out, those who can read the old Temple of Solomon’s signs, will also have access to this knowledge, simply by using, such sacred Geometry.
He names the demonic forces, the alien’s tribes or civilizations, and those who knew, and know about them in high offices, and even gives a name of one of the aliens who has been working with the government for over fifty-years.
He let’s you know, about the real lineage of the ancient Syrians and Sumerians, and the connection with the planets around our sun. All this plays a part—interwoven into our doom, our histories our moon and planets or solar system.
The author points out the war of wars to be; the NASA cover-up; this is not a conspiracy book; this is a book of light, no more.
Who lives on Mars, now? Who lives on the dark side of the moon, now? The Book of Light, by this author is a book of unfolding the world starting from the far-off past, to the near closing of this age, soon to be, and the worlds around our world. In realize the big secret, is no secret at all, that we are not alone, we live among the inhabitants of other species, or they live among us, is a better choice of words; some mortal, some not, in particular the Draconian Gray.
He tries to show that there is a real threat out there, that we have been living on borrowed time, that there isn’t all that much we can do about those beings but pray. They don’t appear as if they want to go—leave the planet, even though certain alien races would like all eleven of those races to go, but be as it may, the research, abductions and so forth are too enticing for them to leave. All in all, we are slowly being indoctrinated into the fact, we are their Ginny pigs. In this book you will—if you don’t already know—you will be able to make the connections leading up to the Devil Himself, and his demonic forces, they also will soon be released among the many others who have invaded planet earth.

4-22-2010

The Book of Interplanetary Life and Warfare

The Book of Interplanetary Life
And Warfare

Part I of III




Introduction: In the book “The Books behind Methuselah” I have looked into may issues that have bothered me about man’s existence on earth, such as: the rise of man, his encounter with Giants, the Nephilim, and the Old Ones known as the Shinning Ones (or other aliens), and from the Bible and other sources I’ve also looked at personages, such as Adam, and Melchizedek, Darwin, Methuselah, God Himself, and Jesus, the foundation of the demonic world, Lucifer—or the Devil himself, and in particular, the Circle of Refaim as a location, meeting place for the Nephilim. I have gone back perhaps fifty-five million years looking at this overall picture, in the nine previous books within “The Book of Methuselah.”
One area, in this tenth book now added to the other nine, is “The Book of Interplanetary Life” (for the most part within the Milky Way). There are two questions here for the author to underline: “Has there ever been life, or beings on these planets, perhaps civilizations?” Second, is there any life at all on these planets now?
I want to look at science, archeology and with a twist of theological rhetoric…



Is there Life Beyond Earth?
(The short version)



The tapered point of view is this: yes, yes, to both questions. Perhaps there is life now even on such planets as Jupiter’s moon, Europa, within the liquid water under its icy ocean. Also water has been found on Saturn’s moon Enceladus. And as the old saying goes, where there is water, there is life.
Mars, scientists say: Mars once had life, because it once had water. Also, many Astrobiologists, within their studies, have proclaimed alien life once existed on Jumper’s moon Europa, or could have: because of the thick ice sheet on that moon, and under that ice, closer to its mantle, hypo-thermal vents could exist there, give life to such things as worms, living off the gases produced from the vents. So there are possibilities here.
How about our moon? My answer to my own question is why not? But what kind, Is the more rounded out question to be? On Earth, as recent as a few years ago, microbiologists have found some microbes two-miles under the surface of Earth and these have been converted into water; water being made up of two-hydrogen and one-oxygen particle. So now the scientist has been looking at planets like our moon, where water has not been found.



Meteorites, Microbial, and DNA-based


To my knowledge, there of course are no born moon folk, or people of that status on the moon, other than those we have sent to the moon, on the moon, in the sense of oxygen-breathing or multi-cellular organisms, that have lived on our planets within our solar system, and in particular Mars, but putting that aside for the moment, how about other forms of beings? I mean, creatures, beings with other or different biology or chemistry found on earth? Surely life forms have evolved outside of our solar system on other planets (microbial), and some maybe even transported across space to reach earth. I myself have part of a meteorite, fifty-thousand years old, who’s to say, something was not within that meteorite when it landed in Arizona, at what is now called Meteor Crater? It most likely sailed around our solar system for eons, and then simply landed here on earth one day. Bacteria is a great space traveler, they can withstand almost anything.



How about Icy Pluto? Where there is friction and movement, there is heat. If there is ice, and there is ice on Pluto, and if it can melt, and heat makes ice melt, there can be life.

How about the over heated planet Mercury? Most people would so most likely not, being too close to the sun. It would seem most hostile to life (700 Kelvin, or 430 degrees Celsius). On the dark side, it is well below Zero. With no, or nearly no atmosphere, and water, it would seem those ‘Most people’ are right!

On Mars and the Moon: perhaps in the Mariner Valley of Mars, which is as long as the United States from New York City to California, and as deep as the highest mountains in the world, and which might have been a source of drainage, or river at one time, life surly could have existed around this monstrous geological wonder.
But now on Mars with the machines we have sent there, we can boast of seeing three-hundred feet above its surface (and even down to eighty-one feet), seeing massive buildings, as if it might be of a military base of some kind, a Government cover-up, for the most part. When an object fell from one of Earth’s mechanical robots, giant spacecraft came out of hidden areas in the foreground, and circled this item, with in a twelve mile zone, or area, there was reported 1500-cases of UFO’s, and NASA, has footage on this I’ve seen. Along with footage on “T Shaped,” structures, and a Face (1998), which is most likely a landmark of some sort that the government has smudged up for us to look at for some odd reason, these are landing spacecraft, and hidden trees in other structures; also triangle shapes of buildings: a cover-up to a high degree, but why?

On another issue, the Moon has a base on its dark side, with images of tall buildings likewise, and towers, large structures a half mile in size, reflective surfaces, many photos of these have been smudged, again why?.

It is becoming common for astronauts to have witnessed objects while working out in space on the space shuttle or space station, denied but so very obvious. The only question remains in this area is when will NASA, or our government, acknowledge this publicly? Possible when it becomes most necessary, and when they know the public is acceptable, and not so fearful; or when they want to install fear; some of these aliens maybe friendly, others not so friendly. Some of these alien spacecraft have been measured at going 7000-mph, within our own atmosphere.



Who are the Aliens?
(Past and present)


What do the Aliens look like?



Agharians: Perhaps there is a great underground world, here on earth, thousands of years old, where aliens have lived. So it has been claimed; in some hollow area inside the Earth, one with a high degree of civilization, economic organization, as well as social and cultural. Such a people have been called the Agharians.

Alpha Draconis: a reptilian race for the most part; said to have plans of invading the earth when the time is right.

Altairians:

Amphibians:

The Anakim (also referred to the 'Els', short for 'Elder Race' orsimply as the 'Giants' the a part of the Nephilim civilization)

Amoeba like creature: a disease carrying creatures found over the artic circle by NASA.

The Andromedans: who have been here with the other alien races on earth for nearly 6000-years; about 2000 of them, 18,000 others? From what I’ve heard, they’d prefer all aliens leave the Planet Earth, and let us humans sort things out for ourselves. It sounds like as if we can’t, and perhaps we can’t. But it seems they have some values here.

Historical Data: Have been within the space community for over three-million years, in the Constellation of Andromeda. Distance from earth that they crisscross—150 to 4,000-light years; Humanoid form of life, in appearance; Nordic-Caucasian. Can also be Asian looking, or oriental? There height ranges from 5.7 feet tall to 7 feet tall. Long fingers and long toes, women slightly shorter; there spacecraft ranges from fifty to sixty-five feet across, command ships are over 2500-feet in length. Some have called these, the gray demon of the Nephilim. They sinned against the birds and beasts of the world.
Draconian Gray: reptilian type, such skulls have been found in Canada, four fingers (there are many classification in this category or type of alien).
The Draconian Gray


Sumerians, from Kodesh to Ur (ancient cities of Iraq): Ancient Sumerians came to set up an advance civilization in the land of Iraq. Pictograph cuneiform writings (of which I have one) can confirm this writing existed, and so did they and they believe their ancestry was of that alien race.





Serpent of the Light




The Nephilim, Mythological and Biblically Speaking: I can see a patter developing here, and the truth of the matter is obvious we are not alone here on planet earth, and haven’t been for a very long time, and we may find this all out at what is referred to: the end of this age, which ends in 2012, so scriptures have indicated.
On another note, the Milky Way means “Serpent of Light,” in mythology, how it got that name I don’t know, but Lucifer the shadow of the Nephilim is that serpent. This is the serpent that eats its own tail. Now let be backtrack a moment, when I mean find out, I mean, openly find out, it will be pert near spelled out, someone is on their way. The old ones, the gods before Adam—the antichrist, all will appear, will be on our doorsteps, the Nephilm I have mentioned throughout this book, and other books, they are the ones who imparted humankind with its secret knowledge. Some people think on December 21, 2012, we will witness galactic events, I’m not all that reassured on this date, only that, the Army of the Nephilim have designs to return soon to earth, with or without its friends; one-way or another, possible with Lucifer, and surely the antichrist is already here doing his dirty deeds preparing the road out of Washington D.C. and Belgium, and perchance, every capitol in the world, if they do, the conspiracy NASA and other countries are harboring, will open up wide and end.

Time: Time and Space, equals space time, both are intergraded, they are not separate, light is transmitted as a partial, and much of the work believe it or not, is theological. God made a cryptogram of the universe, perhaps in the building of the Jewish Temple, Solomon’s Temple as it is often referred to, and we are or can be, God’s treasure hunters, if indeed we want to undo the riddle. The Jewish Book of Light, gives credence to this statement: creation created can be verified, by sacred Geometry, if one can unscramble the riddle of the Temple.

Written: 4-21-2010




The Cover Up and Threat
(Alien Integration of Earth)



Part II of III



A Threat: President Reagan feared a threat from outer space, why? What did he know that we don’t know? And George Adamski claimed to have visited Venus. General Douglas Macarthur said our next great war will be an interplanetary war. Scientist Hermann Oberth, father of modern rockery, said UFO’s are from outer space, and contact has already been established. General George Marshall said contact has been made, and UFO’s could wipe us out if they wished. Admiral Roscoe Hillencoater, first director of the CIA, acknowledged, the next step was up to the Aliens. Others who know about UFO’s and sought out studies in the area were: Adolph Hitler, Josef Stalin, Winston Churchill, Gerald Ford, and Jimmy Carter, who said he saw one himself.

Indoctrination: Believe it or not we are being slowly leaked information; we are being programmed, by television programs, by books on aliens, programmed to accept this once phantom phenomena.
Had these phenomena been brought out as fact in the 1940s, 1950s, or 1960s, surly our human cultures and institutions would have collapse, and caused chaos, but are we ready now?


Learning about their Presence: We all know Area 51, is an American Alien study area, and we all know 3500-pilots have voiced they’ve run into alien space craft, all documented. And perhaps the silence in this area is because the Aliens want to continue their abductions without any hindrance, as they have been doing. Therefore, they do not wish it to be public recognized as fact, and the Governments of the world, knowing they have no control over it, say nothing in fear the public would demand something, and why buy the cow if you can get the milk free.

These aliens, the tall and small gray’s as they are known out of the eleven species of Aliens known, have brought the Russian and American governments under constant threats, some are actually helping these two nations. Valiant Four, is a name of one of the aliens.

On May 20, 2012, and one June 6, 2012, and on 21 December, of 2012, strange things will be taking place right over our heads, be alert (perhaps the Beginning of World War III)

During Operation High Jump, Admiral Bird, and his armada, of ships and planes that went to Antarctica, between Dec 31, 1946 and January, 1947, took 70,000 photographs in mapping the continent, the planes spent 220 –hours in the air doing that, covering 22,700 miles. After the task was completed, Admiral Bird’s plane was missing for three-hours. He would explain later he was taken into a massive underground city, and spoke with aliens, who had expressed their concern that the Atom Bomb was used, and that in the past, they tried to stay out of the affairs of earthlings, but it would now be impossible. That in the near future, there would be a WWIII, and it would destroy much of the earth, and they would be available to help put back the cultures of the world.






Interplanetary Warfare

(Alien Integration of Earth)



Part III


This is just an example (projection): January 1, 2016, news release (a worldwide broadcast from the United Nations and its appointed general speaker has had this to say, five minutes ago):

“We have now come upon the threshold, where we must unite to fight an invading force from interstellar space, called the Gray’s…although the world has fought many wars among themselves since time begun, as we know it, this one will be different. The Gray’s want to colonize our planet, and integrate with us humans, at their level of domination, or they’ve said they would destroy the earth and all its inhabitants.
They’ve been here for a very long time now, they’ve got a military station on the moon, and get re-supplied from that source, also, they got a military base on Mars, their starships are now on their way to our orbit…this will be the enemy, and now I will talk to you about the stages… and like all stages of war it involves the movement of troops and materiel from one location to another, we assume they have these all ready on the moon, and Mars from their home location, which we assume is somewhere in the Andromeda constellation (it is 20% bigger than the mass of the Milky Way, and looks like s spiral for those who do not know, or a big star or small cloud in the night sky, the galaxy looks similar to the Circle of Raphiam in Israel, it has five basic rings, and one large center).
These supplies and men we assume are (some of them) already down on earth in their underground hidden colonies throughout the world, let me now explain quickly what we have to assume: first of all their troops are already raised and trained, and their equipment brought from their home planet into our planet’s orbit—a double first phase, actually we know to a certain degree this is already in place, thus the transport process is in the go stage right now, the next phase is transporting it to earth, we know they have ships in the underground earth, and can help escort the mother ships with the equipment without trouble, consequently, this transportation clause is already in place, next the ground forces have to be taken from orbit through the gravity well to a reasonable gathering location, this perchance is happening at this very minute as I am informing you, this is the drop stage of any military plan, and surely theirs also. Now they will need to get a briefing, and go onto the fighting phase, this most likely will take place in the following days, and thus during this intermixed phase, the actually fighting will commence—in spots hand picked throughout the global scene. Now the final stage, or phase will take place, and as the fighting goes on, they will have to continue to drop troops, supply them, support them from orbit, and in the long run, if the war lasts that long, ultimately be re-supplied from home planet. But something tells me they don’t expect it to last that long.
“With this premise at hand, the questions come up: can we out last them, and mess up their supply route? We know we cannot fight them on equal bases.
“We have to figure out the expected duration of their capability to carry on a lengthily campaign; that begs the question to be answered: what do they have on the Moon and Mars. We need to know what mixture of techniques will they use, or can they use. At present our Military Minds are now looking at their past strategies in interplanetary warfare, this is a complicated and detailed campaign they present for us, one we never encountered before, we are not familiar with their lift arrangements, but will be once we get into battle, they are mortal, and have within their systems some kind of electrical devise, like a ray gun within their palms that they can activate on one to one combat, which will be quite limited I sense, and nearly fry you to death. The transport system with troops and cargo must be dismantled, and drop zones must be sought out and destroyed. They have cargo and war ships, and military transport ships, we can try to disable them, when we find a way to do that.
“At present, we can’t. We do know there transport ships carry 8,000-troops, and their cargo ships about 180,000-tons of equipment. I have outlined it the best I can, are there any questions?”

Japan: “What can we expect the first day of war from the enemy?”
The Speaker: “Exactly what we’d do, as in the Iraqi wars in the 1990s, an invasion fleet will enter orbit, or has already, and next will be the bombardment of planetary targets.”
Germany: “What have they done already to have prepared for such a bombardment…?”
The Speaker: “…they have surely done their homework, we must assume they’ve been here a long while, and have done their intelligence gathering, their pathfinder operations, in consequence, I doubt they feel insecure about securing the planet in a first massive rapid assault, securing the planet from Washington D.C., which is the head of the snake, which they will want to cut off, and therefore, blocking any nuclear armed devices from going off.”
France: “What then?”
The Speaker: “We will do a counter attack I assume, as they will try to stop our planet heads from meeting and preparing one, this will allow us an open window, they will think we will be in such ciaos, we will be willing to negotiate at any price.”
Israel: “We most likely will use the most destructive weaponry we have, we humans always do, and this will provoke a reaction, we can only hope to get one of the other alien groups to help us, is that not plausible?”
The Speaker: “We are fighting a kind of war we’ve never fought before, I think America has already invented some new strategies and tactics to liberate its people, but the cost will be dear!”
America: “During this discussion, the United States has already struck the moon based military compound of the enemy, now we will have to wait for the oncoming bombardment, and if we survive through this, we will have to reestablish our cultures and government from underground cities, we already have prepared for that with England. Consequently, there will only be one bombardment, they will have to go back to Mars to re-supply.”

Written. 4-22-2010

The Blood Lagoon of Taijin, Japan (Dolphines)

The Blood Lagoon of Taijin, Japan


Since 1980, now for thirty-years (2010), the fishermen of Taijin, have killed over 750,000-dolphines, within their lagoon. Indeed this is a lot of death, for a high concentrated sea creature full of mercury that is toxic to eat. Why on earth would a group of fishermen want to do that?
Here is an animal that can swim, forty-miles a day, in the open ocean, yet we keep cooped up in the likes of Sea World, as if they were prisoners of war, to put on shows for mankind, as they die right and left of stress—because of this so called entertainment gimmick. Yes, in many ways they are like humans, they get bleeding ulcers from stress of the high volume of noise their system has to endure, absorb.
They socialize, and they commit suicide by not taking a last breath when they’ve had enough of the constant expectations man puts upon them—when they have what we call a nervous breakdown, or chronic episode of depression.
The dolphin hunters of Taijin, they create a wall of sound around these sea creatures, surrounding them, driving them crazy, and into Taijin’s lagoon, and then blocking the lagoon, slaughter them like pigs. And then sell the meat to whomever will buy it, or mix it with other fish, and sell it (there has got to be a better way of making a living). They get about $600-dollars per dolphin, unless they can find a ‘Flipper,’ type dolphin, then they get the gold “$150,000” thus, bringing it on to Sea World.
It could be said, dolphins are mini whales. They have body language, and can read sign language; they are also self-aware, and can anticipate.

I wouldn’t be writing this article if mankind were starving to death, or if Japan had no other source of produce to sustain their livelihood, but when it comes to senseless killing, and when you fill the lagoon up with blood, you’ve got to be accountable to someone. Actually, feeding dolphin meat to anyone is damaging to their health, it can cause deformities, and has in many children; it can cause brain damage, sight impairments, hearing loss, and memory loss.
Have we all become so wicked we no longer have a conscious, or heart, or fear of God, that to rape the seas for no reason other than, a little profit, we will not be judged accordingly—think again. Amen.

Written: 4-20-2010

Barack Obama's: One World Government

Barack Obama’s: One World Government

(Update by Dlsiluk 4-2010)

I keep saying to myself, have said to myself for fifteen months this president will show something worthwhile sooner or later, but it just hasn’t happened. But let me tell you what I think, and I suppose this is my umpteenth message on the President.
I’ve noticed in 15-months, he’s played more gulf than President Bush played in eight-years. I’ve noticed with him he likes to smile a lot, when he feels everything is fine and dandy, when things are going his way, if things are not, the friendship fades quick, and he points the finger to ex presidents for his lack in leadership and stability or stabilizing the country, and he will push and push everyone aside to get his way even if it’s hindsight. He has more excuses than any president I’ve yet to listen to. He has let in more Islamic snakes in America, and now we are becoming a fear based society—I think he likes that. He is at odds with Fox News. He is no model of post-partisanship—as I said, friendly and deadly. He seeks a one world Government, and my guess is he’ll try to hand over our nuclear supply to the UN, so they can direct whom will be under the gun, shoot off the ugly heads of those who defy them: this is where we are headed folks.
Fifty Muslims activists now work on Capital Hill today, infiltrating into congress. The Serpent of Genesis is hard at work.
Soon the banking cartel will enslave mankind, as the United Nations becomes the nuclear watchdog over nations, and they will be the only ones that can push the buttons, America will be at their mercy. It’s called the new world order.
The New World Order will depopulate world growth, not increase it. The New Age is nothing more than what Communism was prior to it, a big hoax. And we have been sold out and we are being led by megalomaniacs. Sleep well tonight, while you can.

The Nephilm ((Cold TWilight)(Revised poem: 4-2010))

The Nephilm ((Cold Twilight) (A Short heroic Poem))


Twilight was cold (to the bone)
they had warm garmentspelts
to cover their demonic flesh!
(They came in the middle of winter
to the circle of the Raphaim:
came descending from the heavens
the Shinning Ones, the Nephilm.)
Came from the cosmosto put yokes
around the necksof humankind—
humanity's loveliest!To put yokes
around their shadows
in the cold twilight of the night…
they had come to kill Jewsto subdue
Jerusalem,to make there woes right.
(Old Giants of oldAngelic renegades;
Watchers from the Heavens.)
When they slept, they rested
beside a roaring fireand the swirling wind
filled the air with a putrid smell
residue from the whirling particles
of their blood stain skin;
pieces of facesshadows of times past,
all exposed—
all with deepyellowish-red glows.
Eyes like wolves
damned by God
these long enduring rebellious foes
(these giant of old,
with pre-historic souls)
now a gray sea of demonic beasts
were readying to blaze a new path
for history (God’s enemies).
They paced the ground
with sullen roars,
with madness,
for revenge of old woes...
in the cold twilight of winter
these soulless Nephilm.


Written at El Parquetito, Lima, Peru
16 February, 2007/Reedited 4-12-2010

Lesson from the Birds

Lesson from the Birds



I started feeding, or putting out birdseed for birds to eat in my garden, knowing four new born sparrows without back winged tails might need some nourishment to grow strong and healthy in, they were born in my house garden, free to come and go, there is no top to it, nor do I clip their wings.
The garden I have is a house type garden, and has dense foliage, as well as high greenery. These small brown looking sparrow developed from the eggs they were hatched from the nests their mothers built in the garden, and their mothers and fathers came about eating those bird seeds I put out bought at a local store, a pound of bird seed at a time, then went to five pounds when five birds turned in to twenty. Then black sparrows showed up, and I put more bird seed out, and I noticed now we had about twenty-birds eating throughout the day, and the four little birds, born in the garden, ate until their hearts were content, pert near, all the waking hours of daylight.
Well, they started making a mess in and on and around the platform of the garden, and in the garden, and breaking leaves, making holes in them, sliding down them, leaving white marks on them, and now I had a job to clean their mess up.
Well, it wasn’t too bad, I told myself, and just kept on feeding them, as if it was manna (or food) falling from heaven. And now we got the humming bird coming once a day to check things out and a few pigeons, and two looking strange birds—ugly as if from hell’s abyss long legs, owl like face, one three times the size of the sparrows, and one five times their size, and a forth species, colored gray about three times the size of a sparrow.
Now these new birds were heavy for the branches, and their wings too large, too spread out, too wide and they started ripping the garden to shreds, and they’d come up to the open glass doors by my office, eating the spread out food, I could now taste their feathers in my mouth, and I had to daily spray the garden clean with a water hose and those big birds were as arrogant as could be.
After a few months of doing this daily, they expected me to continue to feed them, waiting at the glass windows in the morning. And started fighting over the food, the bigger ones pushing the little ones aside, and even eating the back feathers of the small birds, making them clumsy in flight; consequently I stopped feeding them. But it all made me think, how ungrateful they’ve been. Now they search for food and cannot find it. They are getting a little bit humbler, as they had gotten quite lazy in searching for food, when it was at their feet, not knowing how nice they had it.
But it makes a person think, how ungrateful we are to God Almighty, I mean, I can’t take this ongoing rudeness, and arrogant attitude of the birds, much less feed them as they prance back and forth in front of me, expecting me to feed them, and yet show no respect, no discipline, no limits to their rude behavior. And the big birds know more then you think they know I’ve tested them: when I shoo them away trying to feed the little ones, they get the medium size ones to sneak up and get the food, and mouth feed them. I can only say, God has got a lot of patience, and I hope he never stops feeding us, or humanity will go steer crazy, and God help us all then—because we are much worse than those birds. What they’ve done to my garden, is nothing compared to what we’ve done to His earth.

Note: 4-12-2010

A Virulent Death in Buenos Aires (Revised: 4-2010/based on actual events)

A Virulent Death in
Buenos Aires
(Suspense, Eldritch Horror) Written August, 2008 (Historical Fiction
Based on actual events)





Death Alignment


(July, 2007) “All right,” he said, his eyes slanted towards the floor, emotions zigzagging across his mind, looking downward—emotionally downward towards his chest to the floor, bowed head, neck out of alignment, arms crossed—held inwardly tight and so he took one less sight of her—“All right, all right!” he said then the frustrating dialogue stopped, the dusty chatter ended, her eyes crystal clear, her protest to him had been sterling, authentic, but meaningless, only words that shot through him like bullets, pellets from a muzzle, an inch from his brain, knocking down doors inside his cerebellum, he wasn’t coherent, he wasn’t anything, not even human, near empty, not sensible, with stagnant thinking, and even as it was, as trying as it was, enduring as it was, instead of walking away, he came out with a bellowing burst—like a guerilla, it echoed like a thundering roar, it was as if somebody, or something unnatural inside his brain had beaten it to pulp, pounded his fleshy tissue until it turned into paste, his brain was inwardly under a meat cleaver, ready to be chopped up, and hung on a hook like a dead hog ready to be cutup on an assemble line at a slaughterhouse—he wasn’t himself.
He held his head as if it was too heavy with both hands one on each side of it, as if it was going to fall off its stem called a neck, then a second burst came out of his mouth, he stood up, tried to balance himself—he wobbled a bit as if drunk as if in some foreign state, as if he was under some post traumatic stress, visualizing something, he felt like falling—the studio apartment was but one room and a bathroom, that was it, there was no more to it—but he didn’t fall, he rested his two hands on a wooden chair, caught his breath, but it didn’t clear his mind, it didn’t release whatever pressure was on his brain, or whatever intentions his subconscious was directing him, the demon inside of him was now in near full control.
Out the window he noticed the obelisk he saw it many times before, countless times, saw its towering peak, its smooth seemingly endless grayish flow trying to reach the clouds, its rustic iron gate the surrounded it, but today, this very day, it had different shapes to it, the tall famous obelisk on the widest street in the world—the 9th of July Street—in downtown Buenos Aires, was like a rocket to him—likened to his brain, ready to burst open at its seams, then he turned to his girlfriend from North America, from some New England state up near Main, himself being a resident of Argentina, with frantic maddening eyes—frozen eyes, eyes appearing as if in a trance (they were having a week long drug fiesta, in his apartment).
He looked at her, and looked at her, and looked at her (blinked—it was a long closing of the eyes, a prolonged blink), he loved her deep blue eyes, milky white skin, and she had been attracted to his bronze Latin color, his dark thick black hair, his youthful and pleasant personality, his mystic look, final, somewhere along the path she had told herself when she first caught sight of him—‘Wow! why not?’ a question that remained in her mind less than a minute: now his looks would have stopped a police dog in its tracks, had he been outside walking with her, his bitterness on his face reeked all the way to kingdomcome, and with a sudden undefined madness, a spark of fury—
‘Wallop! Clout…! Whack!... thump! …thump! thwack-thwack!’ … a fully eight-inch German grade carbon stainless steel carving knife— extremely sharp, perfectly balanced, wide blade, full tang —sunk into her chest—and out came a virulent smell of burning death.
“Get it out,” she shouted, “get it out, you can’t kill me!” In shock but still protesting, as she was dying, the smell of death reeking from her pores; this was not a television horror, this was her, real.
I cannot hope to furnish the reader with a more rational and interesting description or facts about this dying person, and for the most part I’m grateful. But at one point of course she was fainting in this vast wilderness of nothing appearing for her to remain, to keep her alive, nothing but to lie down and die, and at this moment, the extraordinary beauty of her death to be, her dying, caught his eye.
He looked at her, pulled the knife out slowly, ripping the knife sideways as he pulled it out, so as to puncture all he might inside of her in the process, trying to find the heart, in particular the heart—while the whole planet of earth was a clap of an eye away from her ascending or descending it, then it was no longer there. To him at this moment she was just a thing that appeared, of some small importance, and he was not disappointed, when he heard her last sigh, her last exhale.

He had taken drugs, smoldering, stinking with them, the same ones she had taken, they both had there share, but not to the point she didn’t know what was happening, or free from pain. The interesting fact for him was that: seldom does one get the opportunity to observe a dead in progress, and especially one that causes the dying to die like a mule, heehawing, fighting for air and wide-eyed. He looked at her and started to entertain doubts if she really was dead; I mean did he really kill her—dead-dead? He saw on television on occasions the dead came alive, somehow resurrected them self with one last hurrah—as if to say, you couldn’t kill me. Although speaking literally, no one could have withstood his massacre. Goya could not have drawn a better picture of total death—or at least I’m extremely doubtful he could.

But as she had said “…get it out, you can’t kill me!” he said, “No thanks I want you to die,” and he wanted to watch himself do it, “it’s alright he told her,” as if to comfort her on his second plunge into her chest with the knife. (I must admit frankly, being in a war, the distress of death, or its impending doom that circles you during a bombardment of rockets, can become appalling, and the most disturbing thing or things a human being is unaccustomed to, is watching someone else die or pert near die, but this killer, he was collecting the moments of death like one collects pieces of a puzzle to make sure they all would fit.)
By one leg, he pulled her into the bathroom by her two legs, grabbed her by her hair, stretched out her thin neck, across her shoulder he put the knife, rested it, and with a thrust and whack, beheaded her. The fact that her body was so awkward to pull and carry, after a short time he lay the rest of her body chest down, her two arms stretched out and chopped around them at the shoulder. The heat, and the flies and the position of the body, and the smell brought him to a musing state of affairs, highly indecorous, she was ugly, and he told himself: regardless of how pretty you are, at the end, at the very end of life, this kind of end, you are only good enough for worms, this is the natural state of everyone’s end.

“Wait,” he told himself, “I better take her down to the incinerator,” looking now at the head he ha placed it on the toilet seat, as he pulled the body over to the bathtub—what was left of the body that is, like a sack of potatoes, with his two hands by her two legs, and his German made knife, laying on the side of the bathtub.
This is where those writers are mistaken who write screen plays, and the hero comes in at the last minute to catch the robber in the act, or save the day, because this girl died in a decent apartment in a Capital City in South America, and on the outside of that apartment a few floors below, people were walking and talking and sightseeing, by the apartment building as if nothing was taking place above them, they had not a clue of what was happening inside that apartment.
“Alright, alright…” he said to whomever he was talking to, perhaps his second self, perhaps the demon in him, who’s to say, “the incinerator, oh yes the incinerator, I’ll bring her down to the incinerator” knowing now he’d have to chop up the body the rest of the body, the remaining parts that were still attached, its last two limbs and torso for the most part, find a suitcase and bring it down to the cellar, tossing the body into the incinerator. “Of course,” he said, he had to undress the rest of her body, and he did. Then after cutting it all up, the suitcase nearby, he put the head back onto the torso, to see how it looked, fit, as he had placed it on the toilet seat for that purpose.
“Perfectly balanced,” he commented, “hurry up,” he told himself, “I’m hungry, I want breakfast.” He looked at the body all tucked away in the suitcase, admired his work, he told himself: I’m a damned fine cutter, fitter. And it would have appeared to an onlooker, he was, that he had some sort of accuracy in such things, perhaps someone or something inside of him, that had been dug out of the dead world, had come unfrozen from times end, guided him, so it would have seemed, with such skillfully applied techniques.

He grabbed the heavy suitcase, rushed down to the basement with it, the door was locked, he looked through the peephole, there was a fire in the furnace, it was July, and it had lightly snowed, it was cold.
Now he was on the sidewalk that paralleled the ‘9th of July Street,’ claimed to be the widest street in the world, he was pulling the suitcase now, his arms, the muscles in his arms were getting knotted up. He knew the police wouldn’t bother him, they never did, they were too busy taking bribes from those they handed out tickets to, or looking the other way if a crime was happening so they didn’t have to do all that paperwork—and to be quite honest, they were part of the problem in the city, not the solution: yes indeed, part of the crime wave, getting paid to look the other way, having young unemployed men robe for them, collecting their payoffs for looking the other way. And so he dragged the suitcase down the street unhampered, past several buildings and several policemen, and a few restaurants, in which he wanted to, eat, it was time for brunch, no longer breakfast. And so he stopped, left the suitcase outside, sat in the restaurant, had ham and eggs, coffee, and a young thief came up to the suitcase, paced a bit to see if anyone was looking, saw that it was clear, grabbed it, ran with it, but it was so heavy he fell, and it opened, and everything unraveled, everything inside rolled out, and the police did stop for once to turnabout to see what the commotion was, and for once they chased the young thief down the street, he, himself still in shock, and lo and behold, he was caught and accused of the crime; oh he swore up and down it was not his crime, but whose then, asked he police? And the real assailant finished his breakfast, went back to the Casa Rosada, where tourists often come, found himself a new gringo girlfriend, English, from England, and they started dating. He told himself it was the drugs that made him do that horrific crime—it wasn’t him, surely not the real him, and as a result, he’d never use them again, but he lied…



Notes: Written 8-5-2008; The author was in Buenos Aires three times: October, 2002/April, 2007 and March 2010; this happening took place three months after his second visit, near the same area his hotel was located. Revised: 4-2010.

Understanding God

(Poetic Prose)



How does one understand God’s beginning without end, or the ways of God, or God’s secrets? Have you ever thought about that? Perhaps every philosopher has, and atheist, I’m sure even Jesus Christ’s apostles have. I have, and most likely you have in some form and manner.
Because we don’t understand we don’t accept, or perhaps hate him for not allowing us to understand; or don’t like the idea we owe a gratitude to Him. Better He, than empty space, is how I think. Anyhow, there is a reason for everything I’m saying, and perhaps this little relating will help. If it doesn’t, you’ve lost nothing by reading (and it’s free).
Understanding God, with human understanding, and/or human logic, we are not equipped for anything higher, were perhaps at one time, but are not any longer. Having said that, if we did want to understand, God, it would take a different dimension of understanding, let me explain: first of all, it is not of humanistic logic nor are our sciences and philosophers been blessed this intrinsic trait, this kind of understanding is experienced, felt, then absorbed like the sun does to make you sweat, but reversed. You can’t understand secrets untold, and sacred heavenly secrets angelic beings are unable to explain to you if indeed you are not equipped to draw in the osmosis process (figuratively speaking: where the mist of God, His physical mist that surrounds Him, in which a solvent moves, his essence within you), if you do not have a pure heart and soul, this will never take place. No more than you can go see the President of the United States without a suite and tie, and a few big bank accounts, and perhaps have campaigned for him in one way or another, or done some grand feats for Him, and his country. You have to be groomed for the experience.
Such understanding, if given to you by God, is a pure bright mist that needs to surround you at the moment of absorbing the issue you wish to understand—heavenly things that is. In a way, it is unexplainable, and I’m sure I am not explaining it well enough. But let me give you an example:
In 1984-88, I had written the book “The Last Trumpet…” I had asked God for the understanding—after reading the Bible, which one stanza read in essence, “There will be no crying in heaven…” so I asked God: “How can this be, if my mother or brother went to hell, and on judgment day I saw this, and I was chosen for heaven, I’d be very sad and cry!”
Well, there was to way for God to answer this question, wholeheartedly except for putting me into the middle of this mist, where I could see every pore in my body, and the light within the room seemed to penetrate me, with the mist, and the understanding came to me, I wouldn’t dwell on this matter, it was not of my nature or of value, and I fully understood.
You see, I belonged to Him, my mother and brother, and grandfather, was my earthly family…well let me stop here, it’s really no use in saying more, except, the moment of understanding for me came then.

There of course are other questions that may come up, like how can God make something out of nothing, when all there was, was Him? That is more a logical question than a heavenly one I think. I mean, if you take God as a circle, and twist it to the right or left, you got two circles or an eight. So you have created something from nothing—if only a shape, but shape is something different. In a like manner, perhaps God created the Universe—from nothing to something, it just simply takes a good imagination.

Poem Prose no: 2670
4-10-2010

The Last Trumpet ((A Prophetic Poem:complete!)(updated 4-2010))

The Last Trumpet
A Prophetic Poem: complete! With compliments (updated 4-2010)
In Spanish and English



With the commentaries and accounts: ‘The Coming War with Russia,’ read by over 50,000-readers worldwide. Also ‘The Judas Iscariot Dilemma,’ ‘A Testament to Mary Magdalene,’ and ‘‘Secret of the Virgin Mary’ (English and Spanish)












Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.
Andean Scholar, and Three Times Poet Laureate

Parts in English, Spanish


The Last Trumpet
2nd Edition
(A Prophetic Poem With Compliments)
Copyright © 2010 by Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.









By: Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.
(An, Ordained Minster)




Part I


In Winter's fog appeared the Christ,
With thorns and crown and frosted light.
For several months, like Job I cried,
As visions came like moving tides.

By providence biblical rhyme
They came, one by one, future time.

His hand was bright, His palm I saw,
Every print was visible now!
It lit the room, filled all the space,
Filled my body, lit my face...

Death was won, osmosis with Light,
Future sorrow was dead as night.

There was no hedge around me now...
A spinning wheel with pottery,
Did God step back I cried "O Lord!!"
Was this the steps, salvation's door?

O Mother Shipton of long ago,
Witch, prophetess, your words come true.



Part II



A jackal turned into a horse,
Could famine be its name? Of course!
A double-edged sword stood tall and bright,
Three times I saw its brilliant light.

Could not this be Eden's door?
Salvation, judgment, swords of war?

A mask that cries a joker's death
Gives a taste of Shakespeare's Hamlet,
An unclean spirit circles its brim
Do they watch the wound upon the head?

Joker, joker, O mask of death,
Tarnished copper is upon your head.

In my anguish and trying tears,
The Lord spoke softly to my ears,
"Like David, you are after my heart,"
And I cried in pretence—Ah, me!"

And I heard a stern utterance:
"Is this not so?" Yes, it's true.

Oh angel, angel, how I try...
To be like Paul, and still alive,
And to my earthly human ears
An angel spoke with soften tears,

"Saint Paul was human, just like you;
And your limitations are you."

I've heard...no tears in heaven,
And thought: "What of my friends in hell?"
Then, within a mist of sacred dew,
I became awe stricken...alive.

I now knew, of the wonder it is to be
A touch of God's eternity.

Visions come and yes, visions go
Yet weeping seems to be my goal,
I cry, "O Lord, give me peace!"
Two times I rest within His grace.

And like a vacuum it starts again,
Like in the book of Revelation:

One side is black, the other white;
Night and day unbalanced light.
An ancient battle now appears
Swords and soldiers fighting everywhere.

A black hand covers my dream...
Am I not to see the suffering?

Judea, Judea, is it not you?
The Battle of A.D. 70, I choose;
The mask again, warnings devise
The Prince of Darkness: out of sight.

A copper bullet, rocket speed,
Faith, faith it's headed at me!

"And young men shall see visions,"
Cried the prophets of long ago:
Daniel, St. John, David Wilkerson...
Have you not witness them too?

Ruin awaits a word asleep:
Prophets of old, time is ripe.

Panic I see, and buildings fall.
Is it my face I witness now?
Beside a stone wall I shift and rest:
Pre-trials, earthquakes: time is short.

Trumpets, trumpets, where are you now?
Time is winding up for all....

Like molten metal in bowl
And poured to earth like plagues of gold;
Stands a husky skeleton tall:
Babylon, Daniel's Beast, the toes?

Oh, but you will fall, quickly now—
Hollywood cracked, Sodom's fall!

Skulls, spirits, ships at sea;
Huddled demon standing, watching:
The Capitol, Cathedral, One?
Seattle, San Francisco, Why?

Landmarks: Florida entrenched-war or play?
White capes, death shapes, saints walk by.

Powerful looking, not feminine
Knelt the Saviour in the Garden Grove,
His elbows upon a rock
His eyes piercing in thought.

I knew He was the Christ, confirmed,
And the spirit in me was prompted by Him.

Tarnished baked skin by the sun
His beard, admirably kept...fine wool;
His hair, not long, like paintings shown,
But light-dark brown, like the profile of Psalms.

Unclean spirits circled the air;
No distraction, steadfast, He was in Prayer.

Avoid this vision if you can!
Christ on the Cross-Deboned like fish:
Ugly as sin, my body's in shock,
My mind is pulsing, vomiting....

Now I know the price He paid;
No man has ever been seen this way.

Odd looking space crafts, labs, all eerie;
Machinery unknown to me,
Demon possessed, falling from space--
Our earthly atmosphere defaced.

And the prophet prophesied:
"There will be strange things...in the sky."

A pale arm-dreadfully thin...falling;
'Tis called Pestilence, deadly sin:
The fourth horse of Apocalypse,
And the Lord spoke: "Repent, repent."

And the world shall taste uncouth rime—
Ah, that is the False Prophet's time.

Then I saw a High Priest, of sorts,
With a robe of precious stones,
Purple, prayerful, with jeering tones;
What church? Nimrod! Satan's Prince?

"The wheat and tars shall grow together,"
Cries the Rapture and heaven's quest....

Then I saw an eagle, a dragon--
The eagle hurt, falling from the sky!
Dragon-with a grin, abnormal—
Teeth like sharks, moping, passing by.

Oh! Darkness will befall the earth,
The Abyss is open 12:03, the curse.

Visions come and visions go,
The spiritual world’s becoming real;
Current events, unravelling time,
Hell's Abyss is alive!

Symbolic signs of Revelation,
Are but future Tribulation.

"Run to the mountains and the dens,"
Cries the scriptures and friend;
For death will have its sting to see
The latter days are nearing.

Reality with life's visions
Are witnessing globalism.

Was it hell or the "Lake of Fire?"
Prophecy, reality, 'tis true.
As I viewed this vision, I wasn't told--
He was preserved, consumed, and froze.

O but a joke, scorn, or jest
Is a far cry from this quest!

Oh, but this age in which we live,
Truly, this era is different, we sense;
A polarization of all things,
Neutrality doesn't exist—

Time, relativity, the present;
Satan will soon wage war in Heaven.

The Universe, like a body of cells,
Cascading like the gates of hell.
And so the science of physics
Whispers to thermodynamics:

"God's spiritual breathe gives life...
Like the cell that subsides and dies."

I saw Egypt, Russia, U.S.A.,
In different ways and stages, readying!
And Ezekiel cried from Scripture:
"Fire rains down on the coastlands."

Israel, Jerusalem—You!
Two wars: China and the far North.

Two planets close to each other I see,
One like our moon the other like Mars?
A third object a comet-speeding
Through its channel, it's leaving.

Another object, smoothly carved,
Headed towards earth's atmosphere.

Disaster rides the horse of red:
Three times I saw Washington's death—
Buildings, houses being attacked,
Jets, paratroopers, ablaze!

There on the coast sits Master Frog,
A satanic sprit, New York's god.

A roaring jet around the globe,
A wounded eagle, falling slow,
A Dragon standing, teeth like sharks
Great Babylon's in the dark.

The seeds of what shall surely be—
Daniel saw him too—the Lamb-beast.

Call now, but who will answer thee?
Control room, people, and clouds, smoke
Speeding missile (dust, hurricane);
Throwing earth like loose hay.

Two crowns, wooden bowls, long table,
An upheaval in nature—God's anger.

The end of a serpent's tail: shark?
A scorpion-like extension,
Flashes of faces I see, a demon,
A huge being, soaked: Neptune?

Prophecy: a beast from the sea;
And from the Abyss, tails that sting.

A mountain shows its mighty face
A pyramid, ship, fire, disgrace!
Is Egypt rising like the Nile?
In a political world like an unfed child.

Judgment bowls, with balancing scales—
One for man, and Satan's Child?

I see a Hawk...of Palestine?
His iris is a pitiless, dark design--
A bird of prey, I am told;
"Look to the South," cries the prophet Job.

Nations of prey, where is your light?
O Israel, you are their plight.

Angry faces that seem to die,
Four faces in torment they cry,
A wound upon a shaven head
Sectioned in four, the centre spot...dread.

Is this not Daniel’s prophecy?
Revelation’s eighth king to be?

Behind a desk, regal in design
A clergy man stands not too high,
Is he Roman or Jewish breed?
A hat, medium build, short, with a sandy beard.

The skull and white cap is now gone—
Deception, emblem—wings, the White House?

A white horse now gallops by;
Could destruction be in his eyes?
The rider who holds death was gone,
A crown to conquer he’ll have on.

Two hands shake: “Peace, Peace,” they cry!
Beware the Antichrist is nearby!

Wisdom says: “Let the Prophet speak”
Visions are for all to seek:
Oh Persia, Persia—Khomeini,
I saw you in a vision-dream…

You have been weighed and balanced;
You too must face the King of Kings.

Twice I saw the skeletons walk
Within a boxcar that didn’t talk.
A death-train I saw today;
And one that wasn’t, faded away

Two months have passed, reality
Many aliens killed, suffocated.

Oh! Lean woman tied to the cross
Where are you from, what have you lost?
Naked against the wooden tree
Are you not called Blasphemy?

Who has an ear now let Him Hear?
Be watchful, the signs are near.

Ancient ruins, a guard tower I see,
Jerusalem, Jaffa Gate, Calvary
Slender serpent, ancient dragon,
I notice you pacing in dismay.

Did you not see the bright cross falling?
Defeat, the scroll, times ending.

Visions come and visions go,
Is not the quest to save the soul?
Does not God want to share His glory?
Within the Gospel lies the story.

Many times I’ve seen disaster
The twenty-first century will be no laughter

Old ship new ship both at war?
From the heavens, a crown of stars,
A lady’s face, lying down,
A festival and dancing about.

Bad news for modern man, Jonah,
Like the troubled days of Noah!

A white fish I see—an ancient sign
Christianity’s first symbol…
The apostate church great whore
The many cults our system hordes

Prophecy declares this so:
False prophets will come and go.

Slaughtered Christians stand in white,
From the Sea come two men with light,
Book in hand, precious with pearl,
It’s after twelve; time’s on trial.

To the world that will not wake,
Like King Saul, torment, and death awaits.

Ships at sea, skulls, a deadly sick arm,
A large eye, insect pestilence,
A coat of arms, chemistry?
Deformed creatures from the sea…

Hoof beats of Apocalypse scorn,
Gabriel stands close to his horn.

In a moment of a vision
There they sat...ah, in deaden pews,
Indifferent, in a faithless church,
People sleeping as in a trance.

So it is written of, end days,
Apostasy—new Christian ways.

"In whose hand is the club of wrath?"
Cries the word from Isaiah:
Whose purpose is to destroy?
Who can shift nations like toys?

And the prophet cries from the past:
The nations are his to leave and cast.

Then I asked with deep affair,
To grant two visions to a friend;
The Jews were held behind glass doors—
Bargaining, readying: a black book.

And the prophet cried long ago,
"It is time; Let my people go!"

And in the jungle, a puzzle—
Ten pieces, animals, different sizes;
The riddle was all put together,
Except for one piece called the beast.

Then all pieces become alive
"Set your house in order," Isaiah cries!


Part Two IIA


I saw her cast into a bed--
Jezebel, Jezebel, I dread;
Dabble not with her system, but heed:
Darkness, the last trumpet, history.

Tears, let him hear who has an ear,
A child in prayer, and a soldier’s gear.

Am I alive, in a womb...Dead?
In the sky by an angel’s breast?
Smoke, smoke, lots of smoke I see:
Jerusalem's looking at me.

You're illuminated? The White Knight
Untouchable in this darken night.

Egypt, Paris, fields of wheat;
Spacecraft, falling machinery;
Life, or death, an egg in a hand:
Starvation, war, global plans....

The bowl of judgment has arrived--
Anger and plagues are inside.

Florida, you're dusty and dark...?
China, you're in the news...:
People reading papers (a world event),
Poland's red tapestry, Java, etc.

Interplanetary gloom, woe!
The blood of Armageddon.


Part III


And now a verse of present rhyme,
The Middle East is losing time;
Believe in the Lord...His prophecies.
Do not shun them deliberately.

And from the Hawk and ships at sea,
The thunder of war is readying!

Behold! Tonight I see the Christ,
With an aging beard that wasn't right.
Had I not been warned years ago?
Do not tread the ground that's old.

Then I saw a Hawk, descending,
Claws, wings, expanding, readying,

And yes, I asked for prophecy,
A sign that all would know, believe;
The shroud, the shroud: three times I see,
The Shroud of Turin a mystery.

A Fast-moving war ship in sight,
And ancient folks, carved in stone, ducking.

Birth pains of Apocalypse, I see,
An eagle stunned (the U.S.A.),
A woman, standing by a desert...Why!
Eight Angel, Israel...let her by.

Visions come and visions go, be blessed;
Revelation declares this so...

* * *
Note 1: Additional fragments of visions came, that followed this poem’s visions, those of which came in November of 1994, again in 1996, and in 2000, are not added on to this poem, but are in the original book “The Last Trumpet….”

Note 2: Written down in note form, as the visions were happening, and then put into poetic form and book form between 1984 to 1988, the book was four years in the making (the poem itself eighteen-months), to include the several months the visions were coming; the manuscript got lost for thirteen years, and the two clergy the author gave the manuscript to, one died lost the MS, the second one misplaced it, then in 2001, the author found his copy, and then reedited it for publication in 2001 and 2002, and therefore, published in 2002. Dedicated to my wife Rosa, and my dear mother Elsie T. Siluk, who wholeheartedly wanted the book “The last Trumpet…” published before she died. She died in July, 2003; she has lived this poem and book as much as the author has. When these visions were coming we were living together. The book is a tribute to the Lord and Messiah, Jesus Christ. The poem has been extracted from the book “The Last Trumpet…” which also has an introduction, and commentaries, glossary (a 40-page book). Up to the writing of this poem, the author never read the Bible much, and surely not the Book of Revelation, it was because of these visions, he took an interest in reading of the books of prophecy, and thereafter, deliberated on its similarities, and symbolisms. In this new copy of the poem, the only corrections that were made were spelling errors of five words, and the addition of two question marks and addition of one word ‘in’(4-10-2010). Two pages or about twenty-stanzas were left out of the Spanish Version of the poem, originally translated in January, 2006. These two pages were also left out when put on the internet in 2006, now the full poem is competed here, in 4-2010. All prophetic entries in this poem either have come to pass since its writings, or will.

By Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.


Spanish Version (Short description)Translated by Nancy Penaloza


La Última Trompeta


Un Poema Profético

Parte uno

En la neblina invernal apareció Cristo,
Con espinas y corona, y luz opaca.
Por muchos meses, como Job yo clamé
Mientras las visiones venían como mareas.

Por providencial orden bíblico
Ellas vendrán, una a una, en el futuro.

Su mano era brillante, yo vi sus palmas,
¡Cada huella estaba visible-ahora!
Esto ilumino el cuarto, lleno todo el espacio,
Lleno mi cuerpo, iluminó mi rostro.

La muerte fue ganada, penetró con fuego,
Sufrimientos futuros muertos como la noche.

No hubo ventaja alrededor mío ahora...
Una torno de hilado con alfarería,
¿Retrocedió Dios? Yo grite "OH Señor".
¿Fueron estos los pasos y la puerta de la salvación?


Parte dos


El chacal se convirtió en caballo,
¿Podría ser la hambruna su nombre? ¡Por supuesto!
Una espada con doble filo permaneció alta y brillante,
Tres veces yo vi su luz brillante.

¿No Podría ser ésta la puerta del Edén?
¿Salvación, sentencia, espadas de guerra?

Una mascara que llora la muerte del payaso
Da un sabor de Hamlet de shakespeare,
Un espíritu impuro circula su tope
¿Observan ellos la herida sobre la cabeza?

Payaso, payaso, o mascara de la muerte,
El cobre deslucido esta sobre tu cabeza.

En mi angustia y lágrimas desapercibidas,
El señor habló suavemente a mis oídos,
"Como David, tu estas después de mi corazón"
Y yo grite- en pretensión-¡"Ah, yo"!

Y yo oí una palabra severa:
¿"No es esto así"? Si, es verdad.

OH ángel, ángel, como trato...
De ser como Pablo, y todavía vivir,
Y para mis terrenales, oídos humanos
Un ángel hablo con lágrimas enternecedoras,

"San Pablo era humano, justo como tu;
Y tus limitaciones son tuyas".

Yo he oído, ningunas lágrimas en el cielo,
Y pensé; ¿"Qué de mis amigos en el infierno"?
Luego, entre una niebla de roció sagrado
Yo llegué a sobrecogerme afligido--vivo.

Ahora yo se, de las maravillas de ser
Un toque de la eternidad de Dios.

Visiones vienen y si, visiones van
Aun el llanto parece ser mi meta
Yo clamo, "OH señor, dame paz"
Dos veces yo reposé dentro de su gracia

Y como un vació esto empieza otra vez
Como en el libro de las revelaciones:

Un lado es negro y el otro blanco;
La noche y el día desequilibraron la luz.
Una batalla antigua ahora aparece
Espadas y soldados que luchan por todas partes.

La mano negra cubre mis sueños...
¿No veré yo el sufrimiento?

¿Judea, Judea, no eres tu?
La batalla del 70 antes de Cristo, yo decido;
La mascara nuevamente, dispositivo de alarma
El príncipe de la oscuridad: Fuera de la vista.

Una bala de cobre, a la velocidad de un cohete,
¡"Confianza, confianza esto esta dirigiéndose a mi!"

"Y los jóvenes verán las visiones"
Clamaron los profetas de hace tiempo:
Daniel, san Juan, David Wilkerson..
¿No los han presenciado también?

Las ruinas esperan una palabra dormida:
Profetas de la antigüedad, el tiempo es oportuno.

Pánico veo, y edificaciones desmoronadas.
¿Es este mi rostro yo atestiguo ahora?
Al lado de una pared de piedra me desplazo y descanso:
Antes del juicio, terremotos: el tiempo es corto.
Trompetas, trompetas, ¿"Donde están Uds. Ahora"?

El tiempo esta concluyendo para todos...
Como metal derretido en un tazón

Y vertido en la tierra como peste de oro;
Permanece un ronco y alto esqueleto:
Babilonia, la bestia de Daniel, ¿La alerta?
OH, pero tú caerás, rápidamente ahora-

Hollywood agrietado, la caída de Sodoma!
Esqueletos, espíritus, barcos del mar;

Grupo de demonios permanecen, esperando:
El capitolio, la Catedral, ¿uno?
¿Seattle, san Francisco, ¿porque?
Lugares reconocidos: Florida atrincherada-¿guerra o juego?

Capas blancas, sombras de muerte, santos pasando de largo.
Mirada poderosa, no femenina

Arrodillado el salvador en el jardín del olivo,
Sus ojos penetrantes en reflexión.
Yo se que el fue el Cristo, confirmado,
Y el espíritu en mi fue impulsado por él.

Piel deslucida quemada por el sol
El está con barba, admirablemente mantenido- buena lana;

Su cabello- no largo, como lo muestran las pinturas,
Marrón pero ligeramente oscuro, como el perfil de los salmos.
Espíritus impuros circulando por el aire;
sin distracción, firme, el esta en oración.

Evita esta visión si tu puedes!
Cristo en la cruz-deshuesado como pescado:

Horrible como el pecado, mi cuerpo esta conmocionado,
Mi mente esta empujando vomitando....
Ahora yo se el precio que el pagó;
Ningún hombre alguna vez ha sido visto de esta manera.

Extraño- parecen naves espaciales, laboratorios, todo espeluznante;
Maquinaria desconocida para mí,

Demonios poseídos, cayendo del espacio-
Nuestra atmósfera terrenal desfigurada.
Y el profeta profetizo:
"Habrán cosas entrañas... en el cielo"

Un brazo pálido- espantosamente delgado--cayendo;
"Esto es llamado pestilencia, pecado mortal:

El cuarto caballo del Apocalipsis,
Y el señor hablo, "arrepiéntanse, arrepiéntanse."
Y el mundo probara inculta rima
Ah, ese es el tiempo del falso profeta.

Luego yo vi, un alto sacerdote, si puede llamarse así,
Con una toga de piedras preciosas,

Púrpura, piadoso orando- con tonos lastimeros:
¿Que iglesia? ¿Nimrod príncipe Satán?
"El trigo y el alquitrán crecerán juntos",
Llora la búsqueda del cielo y el éxtasis...

Luego yo vi un águila, un dragón-
El águila herida, ¡cayendo desde el cielo!

El dragón. Con una mueca anormal-
Dientes como tiburón, abatido, pasando cerca
¡OH! La oscuridad acontecerá la tierra,
el precipicio esta abierto 12:03, la maldición.

Visiones van y visiones vienen,
El mundo espiritual llegando a ser real;

Eventos actuales-tiempo sin revelación,
¡El precipicio del infierno esta vivo!
Signos simbólicos de revelación,
Pero son futuras revelaciones.

"Corre hacia las montañas y las guaridas",
Gritan las escrituras y amigo;

Para la muerte habrá su aguijón para ver
Los últimos días se están acercando.
Realidad con visiones de vida
Están presenciando la globalización.

Fue este el infierno o el ¿"lago del fuego"?
La profecía, la realidad, "esto es cierto"

Cuando yo vi esta visión, yo no fui dicho-
El fue preservado, consumido y congelado.
¡OH pero un chiste, menosprecio o burla!
¡Es una gran diferencia de esta búsqueda!

OH, pero esta época en la cual vivimos,
Verdaderamente, esta era es diferente, sentimos;

Una polarización de todas las cosas,
La Neutralidad no existe-
El tiempo, la relatividad, el presente;
Satanás pronto emprenderá la guerra en el cielo.

El universo, como un cuerpo de células,
Cayendo en cascada como las puertas del infierno.

Y entonces la ciencia de física
Susurros de termodinámica.
"Dios espiritual respira da la vida...
Como la célula que se hunde y muere".

Vi a Egipto, Rusia, USA,
En diferentes formas y representaciones, ¡preparándose!

Y Ezequiel grito desde las escrituras;
"Lluvias de fuego caerán en las costas".
Israel, Jerusalén-¡Tú!
Dos guerras: China y el polo Norte.

Dos planetas cerca uno del otro yo vi,
Uno como nuestra luna y el otro como ¿Marte?

Un tercer objeto un cometa - a exceso de velocidad
Directo a su canal, está alejándose.
Otro objeto, suavemente tallado,
Se dirige hacia la atmósfera de la tierra.

El desastre cabalga el caballo rojo:
Tres veces yo vi la muerte de Washington

Edificaciones, casas siendo atacadas,
Reactores, paracaidistas ! ardiendo!
Allí sobre la costa se sienta la Rana Magistral,
Un espíritu satánico, el Dios de Nueva York.

Un motor rugiente alrededor del globo,
Un águila herida, cayendo lentamente,

Un dragón posicionado, dientes como tiburones
La gran Babilonia en la oscuridad.
Las semillas de lo que serán seguramente
Daniel lo vio también- la bestia -de cordero.

Llama ahora, pero ¿Quién te responderá?
Sala de control, gente, y nubes, humo

Misiles velocísimos (polvo, remolino)
Lanzando la tierra como heno suelto;
Dos coronas, tazas de de madera, mesa larga,
Un trastorno, semejante a - la ira de Dios.

El final de la cola de una serpiente: ¿Tiburón?
Un escorpión-como propuesta

Los destellos de caras yo veo, un demonio,
Un enorme ser, empapado: ¿Neptuno?
Profecía: Una bestia del mar;
Y de los precipicios, colas que pican.

Una montaña muestra su cara impresionante
Una pirámide, barco, fuego, ¡vergüenza!

¿Está Egipto creciendo como el Nilo?
En un mundo político como un niño desnutrido.
¿El juicio juega a los bolos, con el equilibrio de la balanza
Uno por hombre, y el niño de Satanás?

Yo vi un halcón....¿de Palestina?
Su iris es un implacable, designio negro-

Un ave de rapiña, me dicen;
"mira hacia el sur", clama el profeta Job.
¿Naciones de rapiña, donde esta tu luz?
O, Israel, tu situación es grave.

Rostros enfadados que parecen morir,
Cuatro rostros atormentados ellos lloran,

Un herida sobre una cabeza. Afeitada,
Seccionada en cuatro, el centro un poquito sobrecogido.
El casco golpea el desprecio del Apocalipsis,
Gabriel esta parado cerca de su cuerno.

En un momento de visión
Allí ellos sentados...ah, en bancos de iglesia amortiguados,

Indiferentemente, en una iglesia desleal,
La gente durmiendo como en un trance.
Entonces esta escrito de -los días finales,
La deslealtad- los caminos cristianos.

¿"En manos de quien esta el club de la ira"?
Clama la palabra de Isaías:

¿De quién es su objetivo destruir?
¿Quien puede cambiar naciones como juguetes?
Y los profetas clamaron desde el pasado:
Las naciones son su salida y elección.

Entonces yo pregunté con profundo desconcierto
Conceder dos visiones a un amigo;

Los judíos eran mantenidos detrás de unas puertas de vidrio.
Negociando, preparando: un libro negro.
Y el profeta clamo por mucho tiempo,
¡"Este es el tiempo; deja ir a mi gente"!

Y en la selva, un rompecabezas-
Diez piezas, animales, de diferentes tamaños;

El enigma era poner todo junto,
Excepto por una pieza llamada la bestia.
Todas las piezas transformadas en vivas
¡"Pon nuestra casa en orden", clamo Isaías!

◊

Yo vi su forma dentro de una cama-
Jezabel, Jezabel, yo temo;
Interesándome no con su sistema, si no con su atención:
Oscuridad, la última trompeta, historia.

Lagrimas, déjale oír quien tenga oídos,
Un niño en oración, y soldados en marcha.

¿Estoy vivo, en un útero... muerto?
¿En el cielo amamantado por unos Ángele
Humo, humo, bastante humo veo:
Jerusalén esta mirándome.

Tu estas iluminado? El caballero blanco
Intocable en esta noche oscura.

Egipto, Paris, campos de trigo;
Naves espaciales, maquinaria cayendo;
Vida, o muerte, un huevo en una mano:
Hambre, guerra, planes globales...

Los bolos de sentencia han llegado-
Ira y plagas están dentro.

Florida, tu estas polvorienta y ¿oscura...?
China, tú estas en las noticias...:
La gente leyendo el periódico (un evento mundial),
El tapiz rojo de Polonia, Java, etc.

¡Infortunio de penumbra interplanetaria!
La sangre de Armagedon.

Parte tres

Y ahora un verso de rima actual,
El Oriente medio pierde tiempo;
Crean en el señor...sus profecías.
No los rechace deliberadamente.

Y desde el halcón y los barcos del mar,
¡Los truenos de guerra esta alistándose!

¡Contempla! Esta noche yo veo al Cristo,
Con una barba envejecida que no estaba correcta.
¿No lo había advertido hace años?
No pises la tierra que esta vieja.

Luego vi un halcón, descendiendo,
Garras, alas extendiéndose, alistándose,

Y si, le pregunte por la profecía,
Una señal que todos podríamos conocer, yo creo;
El sudario, el sudario: tres veces yo vi,
El sudario de Turín un misterio.

Nacimiento de dolores del Apocalipsis, yo veo,
Un águila aturdida (los estados unidos)

Una mujer, parada en el desierto... ¿Porque?
Ángel octavo, Israel...déjala ir.
Visiones vienen y visiones van, ser bendecido;
Revelaciones declaraciones eso es así...


#1632



The Coming War with Russia

((Written in April of 2004) (Reedited, 2-2009, and again in 11-2009))
Read by thousands of people on the internet; soon to be in a book
By its author: Dennis L. Siluk




In my book, "The Last Trumpet..." I write about prophecy, and World War III, which I wrote about seven-years ago (2002, which came out of, or from my manuscript of which I wrote in, 1984, when I wrote out my visions); thus, I have not wrote much on it since, which I fear, I should have. Many things have happened in the past several years (or two decades), besides me traveling around the world a number of times, and writing book after book, in consequence, World War III has been gearing up; how so? Let me explain. First of all, I was an Ordained Minister, in good standing, in 1993 (I have since left that area, for my own personal reasons); I wrote out the Manuscript, of "The Last Trumpet..." in 1984, sent it to three clergy I knew, and one of those three died, and he had misplaced the manuscript and it was never to be found; and the second clergy, when I went see how he evaluated his copy that I gave him, he said he lost it, and believe it or not, the third clergy, died also, and the manuscript was never to be found; and as for my personal copy, it was misplaced for thirteen-years. Then my mother told me I needed to get the book out no matter what, she died in 2003, I had found the manuscript I had misplaced in 2001, gotten the book out in 2002, so she got her wish. Anyhow, they use it for Bible Study, for prophecy in Haiti, believe it or not, so the pastor wrote me and told me. And it has become a collectable on the internet, especially. Only 400-copies were printed, of which I signed perhaps less than a hundred. And two-hundred and fifty were burnt up. So we have only 150-copies out in the public, of which fifty were sent out to media at the time. But let me get to the premise of this article here.
We are presently, somewhat friendly with Russia (in 2008, this has now changed, and now in 2009, with this second reediting, things are back to a semi normal state), but it will not remain that way. In the book of Ezekiel, prophecy foretold that Israel would (in time) return to their land, and now we see this has come to pass. I do believe Iran will be directly involved with the invasion, as will Russia, as they plan to invade Israel in the near future (as they had planned and did with Georgia). That is one of the reasons we are in Iraq (and even though the war is over, we have over 50,000-troops remaining); believe it or not; we are a buffer ((this is why now in 2009, Israel wants to destroy the nuclear capability in Iran before Russia and Iran become partners, as has a portion in Georgia done so, in the European arena, recently)(and we must not forget they destroyed Iran’s nuclear capability in the 1980s, so they’ve been trying hard to build a nuclear bomb for thirty-years, and they dream, and hope this will come to pass soon, and I hope President Obama doesn’t allow it, note; 2-2009; now eight months later, in 10-2009, nothing has been accomplished in this area, and I don’t expect anything to be, even if the media reports to the contrary)). And now as I reedit this article again, I see were are simply transferring troops from one place to another, meaning, Obama is sending thousands of more American soldiers to Afghanistan—what for? I mean, really what for?
Look into chapter 38, verses 1 and 2, Ezekiel, he mentions Gog, the land of Magog. If you ask a Russian what are the tops of the Caucasus Mountains called, he'd say, "The Gogh."
Magog, with his tribe, left Asia Minor and went to the southern part of the land we now call Russia. As a result, Russia is going to play a major part in the war to come in the Middle East, I mean the big war, everything so far will be considered small in comparison (in the big war, of wars, we will witness more than two billion humans inhabitants of this earth vanish in war.
These are the times, Israel's last Holocaust you could say, is coming (that is, a war, and then the Holocaust). The people to come against Israel will look like a cloud. Two hundred-million, military forces will come against Israel. China can boast that now with their reserves, so it has been written; that is two thirds the population of the United States, at present and, in a like manner, all of the new Russian Federation. Those who have mocked the Bible, look closer skeptics, look at 2 Peter 3:10, there you will find a clear definition of the atomic warfare as is contained in any library. '...the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up."
This is the end, the end times; Russia will hit Israel (once there is an agreement with Iran and Russia) before her last strike; when I say her last strike I'm jumping too far into the future, but not that far. First comes the war with Russia and then the 200-million military force, all pointing to the Battle of Armageddon.
† Updated Number 1: 8-13-2008
I have talked within my original article above on Gog and the land of Magog, which in essence is Russia. Russia, the word has roots, stems from a Finnish word, meaning rowers of a vessel, And ‘Rosh,’ is a Hebrew word meaning ‘boss.’ (Ezekiel Chapter 27).
What comes next in Zech. 14, we see a man trying to lead an army, seize Israel, and this starts a world war.
“…wake up the mighty men, let all men of war draw near: let them come up…” Joel Chapter three, in the Old Testament is talking about future times.
The superpower here is Gog and Magog, (Rev. 20); the invasion of Palestine by the nations will turn out to be in the long run, the last great battle.
God says to Gog and I shall paraphrase it: are you not the one I foretold would come against my people of Israel? Ezek. 38. All Russian leaders should take not of this (but of course they will not. Alexander the Great was not even that foolish, during the time he was conquering the world, the Jewish clergy, showed him scripture, where he was written into it, foretold of his coming, that he was to be confronted, and he was not to try and conquer this holy city of Jerusalem, lest he anger their God. And he left it alone).
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Update Number 2: 8-15-2008

I do believe Egypt and Libya will join a Middle East Confederation, or conspiracy against Israel. (Jer. 46)
Turkey will be added into this group, although we are really talking now about three groups in the end days (Russia and Iran, the Middle East Confederation, and China, and even Europe).
The Confederation, the Russians, and the European Union, Ezekiel refers to Turkey as Gomer, which is not Germany as many have thought in the past, it is in Asia Minor he points.
The point here is, as Russia and Iran are thinking about the invasion to be, so are these other folks, or groups, the other two groups that is, if Russia fails, and Russia will fail, but at what cost? And how do or will the other parties feel at the time, is the bigger question (America in particular?)
On the other hand, America is strong because whoever helps Israel, that country is blessed by God, and that is biblical.
The question comes up although: will the other groups fail also?

Back to Russia—we see an old prophet has named the nations of the future around Israel, but way? This in itself is a hard task to do two-thousand plus years ahead of time, unless you got God’s notebook. (These will be part of the beast…the warlords.)
The other missing link here is America, the United States, where are they going to be in all this mess? The recent attack, now called “911” proves we are vulnerable, and God can, and has, and may again, do an about-face on America. You see we Americans have forgotten the great blessings we have received from God, like Israel had at one time. To put it in blunt terms, “911” was just a simple warning.

Now who is Magog? It is the beast (Satan’s Armies), as Gog is the individual (or the antichrist that is possessed by Satan). In other words, The Beast is the mass group complex. America must be weakened, or tied up, perhaps after Russia invades, and we attack and help (if indeed this is the scenario); America will be too weak to get involved beyond that. Whatever path America takes, this war will come about, and I assure you.




The Judas Iscariot Dilemma

(The Gospel of Judas Iscariot)




In years past, I wrote a few articles on Judas Iscariot, and became more aware of his situation with each passing piece of writing. Did he have a secret? Or was there more to this old story than the eye caught…?

Well, I knew that Judas Iscariot knew, Jesus’ mission, his divinity, perhaps even clearer than anyone at that time on earth, even amongst his kind, the apostles. He also knew ahead of time the sacrifice Jesus was going to make and why (and thereafter his work being done for the time being, on earth anyhow, and he’d be headed back up to the kingdom in heaven, and Judas left to his mission here down on earth).
Also Judas knew, the power Jesus had behind that mortal shell He lived temporarily in; —and to repeat myself he knew His divinity, His immortality, unquestionable knew it, he perhaps was the most intellectual of the disciples, if not in theology, like Paul was, surely in being shrewd, cleaver and downright smart, he handled the money for the sacred group. He was not disbelieving, as perhaps still some of his comrades may have been.
But that isn’t what I want to tell my story about. There’s a lot of things you’ve got to look at, some psychological, some spiritual, and who’s to say, one might even come to the conclusion: he didn’t know any better—God forbid, but man may have done some dumber things, a few of the apostles remember denied Christ, one by the name of Thomas had to see and touch before believing (Doubting-Thomas), and Peter denied Christ three times. But of course, they are not really part of the premise here, so I shall let it lie where dead lions lie in a moment, but let me say first that Peter is considered to have possessed the keys to the Universal Church to be, so if we condemn Judas, perhaps we need to take another look at who we, or Christ made overall Commander and Chief, if not Commanding General of the Church.
So here was a question I had to answer, it was right in front of me, right in the grandstand, you might say,
“Why then did Judas choose potential self-destruction?”
You know how it is, nobody in their right mind selects this for an ultimatum—I knew that much when I was looking at both sides of the coin, the psychological and spiritual. You see, Judas knew the interconnecting of the Divine Trinity, he wasn’t stuck on himself, to the point of denying this, if anything knowing so put him in a race against time—and this will come out later, but never mind that now.
It is also safe to say, Judas knew Jesus’ self-limitations; he knew the inside of Jesus’ shell of humanity (I hate to say, but it is obvious once looked at, biblically and in a humanistic way), this is a sweaty area for Christendom, or Christology—that being pretty close to the end, for here was a man, and God, and who could by choice, make a decision, and be omnipotent, but didn’t. Perhaps again, I may throw a tidbit into this bowl of crickets, one Judas created: perchance, Judas knowing this, and Christ not using such power, irked him. I’m only telling you this to get everything straight (I don’t want any bent lines here), rather let’s put it out in the open. If you are saying, “Gee whiz,” how can you say such a thing—or such things? We are talking about a human being, Judas, a psychological man, so looking at it from that perception, it is plain to see, he was cleaver, a thinking man’s man, and one who did not tell all his secrets, he was no dope, nor am I blaming him, but who doesn’t want to be on the side of great power, or what man doesn’t? And if that power is not being used according to the Gospel of Judas, just like the power of Julius Cesar, or Alexander the Great, people will lean on that person. Maybe Judas was not so different.
In any case, the question arises, “Why did Judas do what he did?”
Well, again to be frank, what exactly did he do? One person could say, “What a chump—he ran for the gold and ended up hanging from a tree limb,” he was all of that, and he did all of that. Or another could say, “What a traitor,” and so conceivably he might have been! But anyway you look at it, this is surface talk—the situation, the real problem for me is under the exterior, it always is: perhaps this person, flesh and blood, and a psychological individual, was on a power high (as implied earlier on).
When a man goes to war for his homeland, he is in essence doing so for the greater glory of his country, and in the process may have to give up his life for that country, and the people in it. Is this not so? And did not Jesus say in essence: the greatest gift man can give to another is his life, something on that order? Oh yes, He said it loud and clear. This may shed some light on Judas’ humanity, his psychological make up, his act of treason, his reasoning, and perhaps a little bit on his nature, and motive.
Let’s remember, this fellow was no mutt, many a man, or men in his day, would have given their golden teeth to be in his position, I mean, and I’d bet he could had made a million on the side by just introducing Jesus to the local elite. But you know how a fellow is; if there are diamonds hidden in the well, why squander your time on other things, especially when you got the golden goose, who can lay the golden eggs, sitting right next to you (it reminds me of Colonel Parker, who was Elvis Presley’s manager for over twenty years, Mr. Parker gave up all his other interests to manage Elvis, he knew he had his golden goose—a good thing, and didn’t want to lose it).
Anyhow, I don’t want to make a fool of myself, for a slip-up—but the question has come to surface, “Did Judas love Jesus?” To say otherwise, or even think he did not, is an offence—of course he did. But how do you force a person’s hand who is not listening? Remember he is a man of his day. If he didn’t love Jesus, after receiving his thirty pieces of silver, he would not have thrown them away, and then he would not have sunk into a dreadful depression, nor would he have committed suicide by hanging himself. He was not guilty of blasphemy, rather a different offence, perhaps he loved power more than anything, or perhaps he loved the power Jesus could have, and he’d be part of it.
History has sat on a nice sofa chair talking about Judas as if they knew him each and everyone, for years and years, personally, and left out the psychological man, for the spiritual dilemma they put themselves into: and in so doing, bluffed it through, never finding out the real man behind the mask, they’ve been like lame cows.
The mind, Judas labored with his ambition—psychologically and with his spirit— he was of both fibers (perhaps he forgot happiness was or is a byproduct, not a divine attribute), in saying this, the next question that comes up is: “Was Judas trying to force the hand of God?” In essence, was he trying to take charge of the world through his son? Or trying to get a piece of it ahead of time? And if so, who would be Jesus’ right hand man? And did Judas think: ‘Look here, I got a chance to be by the Father and Holy Spirit, the whole Godhead!” Perhaps so, and perhaps to degrees, who’s to say—John’s mother is guilty of that very same sin.
Vanity and self-interest, which are part of the fiber of man, part of the original sin man inherited, is stronger than the whims of the devil himself.

No: 456 ((8-25-2009) (reedited and revised 9-21-2009 for inclusion)) Here is part one of two parts.




A Testament to Mary Magdalene

((Written between 96 to 180 AD) (Discovered in 1896))
Pertaining to the Gospel of Mary Magdalene, its origins, Ephesus in Asia Minor
(…included are other writings)
Considered of a non-canonical gospel status…apocryphal works (Gnostic)
These are works that presented themselves as "authentic" but have not obtained general acceptance from within the churches




1) She, Mary Magdalene, is mentioned as accompanying Jesus on his journeys (Luke 8:2) and is listed in the Gospel of Matthew as being present at his crucifixion (27:56). In the Gospel of John, she is recorded as the first witness of Jesus' resurrection (John 20:14-16); (Mark 16:9 later manuscripts).

2) In the Gospel of Mary it is Peter who is opposed to Mary’s words, because she is a woman…(so it appears, and I do believe it to be so)

3) Levi, in his defense of Mary and her teaching, tells Peter "Surely the Savior knows her very well. That is why he loved her more than us." In the Gospel of Philip, a similar statement is made about Mary Magdalene.

4) Mary comes to fullness, not only as a woman ahead of her times, but as an exemplary disciple, a witness to Jesus’ ministry, a visionary of the glorified Jesus, and in contest with Peter, in a man’s world. Perhaps it is time, being the 21st Century that one need not look any longer at her as they have in the past, but perhaps as the 13th Apostle (the forgotten one).

5) A true look into Mary’s life, we see the erroneous view that Mary of Magdala was not a prostitute and for what it is worth—it is a cheap piece of theological fiction, of some jealous madman—most likely. It is perhaps, a step to freeze the legitimacy of woman’s leadership qualities. That no longer can be frozen. Plus it cheapens the viewer’s look at the first Christians. This was a time the disciples were putting together, the doctrines of Christ’s foundation, and I suppose being in a male orientated world, the disciples were concerned about reliability, how people would accept—mentally being able to accept, a female teacher of God, Jesus Christ as part of the trinity, incarnate.


6) We see in John 20 and, Matthew 28 of Mary Magdalene, wanting to take hold of Jesus’ feet. This has been widely popularized in many dimensions, with critical comments, a point of contention. Let’s straighten this out, now and forever. There is nothing good on this planet earth that Satan and his followers have not tried to corrupt, having said that, this simply is a textual corruption I do believe. How can one tell? The original text read “fear” rather than “touch” so it should read, “…do not fear me” not “…do not touch me” or perhaps it could have read “…do not fear to touch me” if we do not want the word ‘touch’ to vanish, just words “…fear to touch,” are the ones in question, because the words are odd for Jesus’ indentation. It is not the way he spoke. Another point is, later on in the same chapter, John, to Thomas Didymus, Jesus says in so many words: touch my hands and side… Again, it is to Mary’s discredit I do believe such textual corruption was made. I repeat Thomas is actually encouraged to touch. On the other hand, Jesus might have been simply saying in his own way to Mary: I’m really me, here, right now, and you do not need to fear or touch me. Again, Thomas, like Peter, was a little weak, and perchance, Jesus was trying to say: faith is better than denial or even doubt, the two sins of Thomas and Peter. There are many possibilities here, but the main factor being, he was not scolding her for anything, as the corrupter of the text was trying to install, and in the process create a morsel of doubt.

7) Dialogue: "(Mary) said, ‘I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to him, ‘Lord, I saw you today in a vision.’ He answered and said to me: “Blessed are you that you did not waver at the sight of me. For where the mind is, there is the treasure.’ I said to him, ‘So now, Lord, does a person who sees a vision see it the soul through the spirit?’ (From the Gospel of Mary, contained in Berolinensis 8502)

Comments on the Dialogue:

In the conversation, Jesus Christ teaches that the inner self is composed of: the soul, spirit, and mind, and visions are seen and understood in the mind. (Andrew and Peter oppose her…)

The dialogue and context of Mary called, Magdalene, should be viewed I do believe in a broader Christen context. She is if anything, an intriguing glimpse into that long lost and biased past, the ancient years of the past, and into the apostles (and their human nature), and in what they only allowed a look into, some 2000-years ago, one can now see a deeper Christianity, and its identity.

The confrontation between Peter and Mary can also be found in the Gospel of Thomas, Pistis Sophia, and the Coptic Gospel of the Egyptians. It would seem—and understandable so—Peter and Andrew preferred, and represented the orthodox positions of their day, which rejected the authority of women to teach, at near any cost.

It might be noted, psychologically, Peter was heartbroken, because of his denial of Christ, and hence, Christ restored his credibility—or tried to, this never happened to Mary, and this may even have played a roll in Peter’s heavy confrontation with her, she was unspoiled in this area, where he was not. Like it or not, such betrayals, although forgivable, play a roll mentally in self approval, and maybe worth, he wasn’t getting any from Mary. We too often think of the Apostles as superhuman, when in essence, they are humans, although they had been chosen for a specific task.


No: 560 (12-28-2009)



Secret of the Virgin Mary
In English & Spanish†
(Translated into Spanish by Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk)
Article written by Rev., Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.
(Ordained Minister, 1993)

After I finished my BA degree, many, many years ago, I started working on my MA, in counseling, psychology, drugs and alcohol, etc., a combination—then I stopped for a period of time, not really knowing what I wanted to do, so I studied theology, read 400-books in 18-months, listened to over 10,000-hours of tapes from every corner of Christendom, Christology—through theology, even went to Haiti, up in the mountains to do some missionary work, only to find out I was not meant—or cut out—to be a missionary, or priest, or clergy, although I did go to a theological university for six-months, and studied Old Testament Studies, along with several other courses, in particular eschatology. But what bothered me was, I shouldn’t say bothered me, it was neither here nor there for me, not a big issue for the most part, just a thorn in my side you could say, was the controversy around Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ. Why is there even an issue I asked myself, in that: was Mary a virgin from the day she was born to the day she died? I mean, did she never have sex? Some folks said Jesus had brothers, sisters, and all that kind of stuff. And of course Joseph was a quite and perfect role model as a father in his time—I would think, and I also think his time was short, and there is a reason for that, I believe he was an old man when he married Mary. Had a few children of his own, a widower.
Now we all have opinions, and I can’t prove anything beyond a doubt (nor can anyone else), but I can share what I think, and so I shall, and what my research has surfaced. If I hurt your feelings, don’t take it personal, it is just as it is an assessment, evaluation. We shall venture into Joseph, Mary, and Jesus’ lives—quickly, and I shall throw some Bible substance your way, if you like it, do some homework on your own, if you don’t—, file-thirteen it (that’s old Army talk for toss it in the basket). Anyhow, I shall put this to rest once and for all:

1) The book of Mark, Chapter 6…and Matthew (Mt.) Chapter (Ch) 13, we see a Carpenter, Jesus, the son of Mary, and a few brothers: James, Joseph, Jude and Simon. And “Are not his sisters here with us….” We now can check out Mt. Ch. 12 and Mark (Mk) Ch. 3 and Luke, Chapter 8, and John Chapter 7. By all appearance, it looks like Christ had some brothers.
But in Bible reading I have learned you have to check out many things—don’t take anything at face value, the meaning of words, from the Hebrew to the Greek to the English (all translations) which can be, and are in many cases, varying if not unstable, and one must read above and below the point of issue, and there are several other books, canons, not blessed, that can be reviewed in helping to produce a healthy translation; history that was not put into the bible simply because it was not necessary, or so the founding fathers of the bible (s) felt—when the holy scriptures were canonized. Meant

2) Let me point out in the Hebrew text, when it’s said: “brother” it means just that: son of the father, as you would expect it to be. Mark wrote his Gospel in Greek and used the word “brother” or to be more exact “adelphos” (adelphos), meaning exactly what I said earlier, or implied: blood related. Now go to John, chapter 20, see what Jesus has to say “…go to my ‘brethrens’ (in some bibles this is referred to as ‘brothers’)”. He knew what He was saying. When Jesus said brethren, He meant Disciples. Jesus points out his brothers in Matt: 12, Mark 3; and in John Chapter 7, it says, “Even his brothers didn’t believe him.”
So you see, we can get confused with the word brother and brethren, but we shall try to straighten this out—for simplicity sake.

3) The New Testament is pretty upfront about Mary’s character, in that she was a virgin at the time she was born through the conception of Christ, by the Holy Spirit. Later acknowledged by the so called Universal Church—that she remained a virgin thereafter; this is part of the controversy, more of the argument that seems to hang over Christendom, that is, after Christ’s birth, in that, “Did she (Mary) remain a Virgin, or was she or was not thereafter?”
I say, it really shouldn’t matter all that much one way or the other (so I feel), but for folks that like poking their nose (like me) into history, it is worth the time. Either way it proves no wrongdoing on Mary’s part. But let not the blind lead the blind, and for the past one-hundred years or so, that is what many of our Christian Scholars have been doing.
When I talk in English to someone, I use the term “My brother…” and then the name “Mike” when we say “brother” we usually mean brother— in English, a male sibling sharing both biological parents, this is no big research finding, just a normal everyday thing that has been going on worldwide for a very long time—but to make a point I must stretch this train of thought out. But to be honest, the term brother has a wider range of meanings, for example: sibling, biological parent, step-brother, male sibling, male sibling adopted, comrade, etc., all depending on the environment, the culture, the social up bringing, and as an issue, one must point this out (some folks in Peru expect their second cousins, to call them uncles or aunts: by blood this is not possible, but by social acceptance of the meaning, it is. In another corner is the honorary thing, for example, I called my mother’s boyfriend, whom she went with for forty-years, Uncle; in Peru, my wife’s sister who goes with a man who has two kids, the daughter calls me Uncle, there is no semblance in family, neither in blood or social standing, only on a respectful platform does she call me uncle, and out of familiarity and love). For, in everyday life, this is not all that important—in the overall picture that is—but perhaps to a few select, when it becomes an issue, the proper meaning for the word used, must be correct—beyond a doubt. Otherwise what isn’t an issue becomes one, and what is a small issue, becomes a bigger one.

4) So, the question is: “Did Mary remain a virgin?”
Aramaic had a strong influence on the New Testament Bible, one point I did not bring out above was, a word for brother can mean ‘cousin’ the Aramaic word aha would have been rendered literally with the Greek word for brother (adelphos), with the new Christians.
We can also look at: were they adoptive brothers, in trying to save Mary’s reputation of being a virgin to her death. This would do it, but I can’t find any evidence to support this. Yet as a counselor, I’ve learned to keep a clear head, look at what is underneath, not the surface, the surface is always the situation, not the problem or issue, and we are getting close to that.

5) It would seem to me, a more likely conclusion anyhow, they were step-brothers: children of Joseph who were Jesus’ brothers by marriage. That is to say, the manuscript known as the Protoevangelium of James (c. A.D. 120)—indicates that Joseph was a widower who already had a family prior to his marriage to Mary, and therefore was willing to become the protector, or custodian of a sanctified, and set apart virgin. (He was old at the time they married I do believe, and that is why the bible does not go on with Joseph, to the point of him being around when Christ grew to manhood.)
So did Christ have brothers? Perhaps so, if indeed Jesus was the single son of Mary, and James was the only son of Joseph, then Jesus and James would not literally have been brothers, blood brothers that is. When we hear the phrase “brother of Jesus” we must look deep into the well, Matt. 13. You see, the word ‘brother’ meant more than that, or perhaps in this case, less, it did not mean ‘blood’ related ((review the Book of Tobit)(for broader meanings)).

6) Perhaps what Eve did, Mary, the mother of Christ undid. When I look at this issue I also look at who is saying what. The Church Fathers, believed Mary as remaining a virgin throughout her life; when I say Church Fathers I mean, those who could remember her, perhaps had talked to the apostles ((up to the turn of the first century, 100 AD or so)( if indeed Christ died about AD 30, as stated by many scholars)). Also, one should look at what Pope Martin I, AD 659 insisted on at the council, which was: that she, Mary remained “ever-Virgin,” thus she was already considered that ((long before this issue became an issue)(I do see that, in my time, and even a century before—to include the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries—we have a horde of False Prophets out there trying to steer mankind into confusion over doctrine that was set thousands of years prior; everyone’s an expert nowadays)).

7) In any case, another point of contention may be: what did Christ say at Calvary? Did he not say to John in essence ‘…take care of my mother, and take her home with you…’ he entrusted her with him, why not with his blood brothers or sisters that would be the norm (John 19). Matter-of-fact, it was unthinkable for a Jewish mother to go live with a friend after the death of her son, if she had any other children of her own!...

In short, did Mary remain a virgin, after the birth of Christ? And did Christ have brothers and sisters? Which is the premise of this article; I feel, and I think she was a virgin and remained one until the day she died, and I can’t find anything to the contrary. And yes, Christ had brothers and sisters, but to the best of my research and knowledge, I think not blood related.

The Secret is that the Virgin Mary remained a virgin after the birth of Christ to her death (if indeed that is a secret at all).

Written: 4-8-2007 ((reedited 4-9-2007, and again in 10-2009) (reedited a slightly revised 11-2009))



Spanish Version


El Secreto de la Virgen María


Después de obtener mi grado de Bachiller, muchos, muchos años atrás, comencé a trabajar en mi Maestría en psicología, asesoría, adicciones a las drogas y alcohol, etc., una combinación—después lo dejé por un periodo de tiempo, realmente no sabiendo qué es lo que quería hacer, así estudié teología, leí cuatrocientos libros en dieciocho meses, escuché más de diez-mil horas de cintas de todas las esquinas sobre Cristiandad, Cristología—a través de la Teología, incluso fui a Haití, para realizar algún trabajo misionero en las montañas, sólo para descubrir que mi vocación no era ser misionero, o sacerdote, o clérigo, aunque fui a una universidad teológica durante seis meses y estudié el Antiguo Testamento, junto con varios otros cursos, en particular escatología. Pero lo que me molestaba era—aunque no debería decir molestaba porque me daba lo mismo, no era una cuestión grande, sólo una espina en mi costado—la controversia alrededor de María, la madre de Jesucristo. Por qué existe incluso un problema, me preguntaba a mi mismo, en que: ¿María fue virgen desde el día en que nació hasta el día en que murió? Quiero decir, ¿Nunca tuvo ella sexo? Alguna gente dice que Jesús tenía hermanos, hermanas, y toda esa clase de cosas. Y por supuesto José era un perfecto modelo de padre en su tiempo—yo pensaría, y pienso además que su tiempo fue corto, y hay una razón para ello, yo creo que él era un anciano cuando se casó con María. El tuvo hijos antes de casarse con María, él era un viudo.

Ahora todos tenemos opiniones, y no puedo probar nada más allá de una duda (tampoco nadie más lo puede), pero puedo compartir lo que pienso, y por eso lo haré, y lo que he obtenido con mi investigación. Si hiero tus sentimientos, no lo tomes personal, es sólo lo que es: una evaluación, una investigación. Nos aventuraremos en la vida de José, María, y Jesús rápidamente y mencionaré algunos pasajes de La Biblia en el proceso, si te gusta, realiza tu tarea por tu cuenta, si no archívalo. De todos modos, pondré esto a descansar de una vez para todas:

1) En el Evangelio de Marcos, Capítulo 6…y en el de Mateo, Capítulo 13, vemos a un carpintero, Jesús, el hijo de María, y unos cuantos hermanos: Santiago, José, Judas y Simón. Y “no están sus hermanas aquí con nosotros…” ahora podemos comprobar en Mateo, Capítulo 12, Marcos Capítulo 3, Lucas, Capítulo 8, y Juan, Capítulo 7. Por las apariencias, pareciera como que Cristo tuvo algunos hermanos.
Pero en el estudio de la Biblia he aprendido que tienes que comprobar muchas cosas—no tomes nada literalmente—: el significado de palabras, del hebreo al griego y al inglés (todos traducciones) que pueden ser, y son en muchos casos, variables e inestables, y hay que leer los párrafos anteriores y posteriores del punto en cuestión (el concepto entero), y hay otros varios libros, cánones no benditos, que pueden ser revisados para ayudar a producir una traducción sana; la historia que no fue puesta en la Biblia fue simplemente porque no fue necesario—o eso los padres fundadores de la Biblia lo sintieron—cuando las sagradas escrituras fueron canonizadas.

2) Déjame indicar que el texto hebreo cuando dice: “hermano”, quiere decir solamente eso: el hijo del padre, como tú esperarías que ello fuera. Marcos escribió su Evangelio en griego y usó la palabra “hermano” o para ser más exactos “adelphos”, queriendo decir exactamente lo que impliqué antes: pariente de sangre. Ahora vayamos a Juan, Capítulo 20, veamos lo que Jesús tiene que decir “...anda donde mis hermanos…” Él sabía lo que estaba diciendo; cuando Jesús dijo “hermanos”, Él se refería a sus “discípulos”. Incluso Él indica a sus hermanos en Mateo, Capítulo 12; Marcos, Capítulo 3; y en Juan, Capítulo 7, dice, “Incluso sus hermanos no lo creyeron”.
Entonces tú ves, podemos confundirnos con la palabra hermano, pero trataremos de arreglar esto—por simplicidad.

3) El Nuevo Testamento es bastante claro sobre la naturaleza de María, en el sentido de que Ella fue virgen en el momento de la concepción de Cristo (por el Espíritu Santo). Más tarde reconocido por la llamada Iglesia Universal—que Ella permaneció virgen después; esto es parte de la controversia, más del argumento que parece asirse sobre la Cristiandad, esto es, después del nacimiento de Cristo: ¿Ella permaneció virgen o no lo fue después de esto?
Digo, esto realmente no debería importar mucho de una forma u otra (eso lo siento), pero para la gente que les gusta indagar en la historia (como yo), vale la pena. De cualquier forma esto prueba no crimen en la parte de Maria. Pero no dejemos que el ciego guíe al ciego, y en el siglo pasado, esto es lo que muchos de nuestros eruditos Cristianos lo han estado haciendo.
Cuando hablo en inglés con alguien, uso el término “mi hermano…” y luego el nombre “Miguel”. Cuando decimos “hermano” por lo general queremos decir hermano—varón que comparte a ambos padres biológicos, esto no es ninguna investigación grande, sólo una cosa normal diaria que existe y continúa en el mundo por mucho tiempo—pero para hacer una observación debo estirar estas ideas persistentes. El término hermano tiene una amplia gama de significado, por ejemplo: hermano del padre biológico, el medio hermano, el hermanastro, el hermano adoptado, el amigo, etc. todo dependiendo del ambiente, la cultura, y como una cuestión, uno debe indicarlo (algunas personas en Perú llaman sobrinos a sus segundos-primos (o al hijo del primo), lo cual por la línea sanguínea no es posible, pero por aceptación social del significado si lo es. En la otra esquina está la forma honoraria, por ejemplo, yo le llamaba “tío” al enamorado de mi mamá, con él que ella estuvo por cuarenta años; en Perú, la hermana de mi esposa sale con un hombre que tiene dos hijos, que no son de ella, los hijos de él me llama “tío”; no hay relación familiar, ni de sangre, y sólo es por familiaridad y amor). Porque en la vida diaria, esto no es tan importante—es decir en el cuadro total—pero talvez si para unos cuantos seleccionados, cuando esto se vuelve un problema, el propio significado por la palabra usada, debe ser corregido—más allá de la duda. De otra manera lo que no es un problema se convierte en uno, y lo que es un problema pequeño, se convierte en uno más grande.

4) Entonces, la pregunta es: ¿María permaneció virgen?
El arameo tenía una influencia fuerte sobre el Nuevo Testamento de la Biblia, un punto que no recalqué en los párrafos anteriores, es de que la palabra hermano puede significar “primo”. La palabra Aramea ¡ahá! habría sido dada literalmente con la palabra griega para hermano (adelphos), con los nuevos cristianos.
Podemos decir también que ellos eran hermanos adoptivos, en la tentativa de salvar la reputación de María, de ser virgen hasta su muerte. Esto lo haría, pero no puedo encontrar ninguna prueba para apoyar esto. Pero como psicólogo, he aprendido a mantener una cabeza clara, a mirar lo que está debajo, no a la superficie, la superficie es siempre la situación no el problema o la cuestión, y nos estamos acercando a ello.

5) Me parecería a mí, una conclusión más probable de todas formas, que ellos eran hermanastros: los hijos de José que se convirtieron en hermanos de Jesús por el matrimonio. Es decir, el manuscrito conocido como el ProtoEvangelio de Santiago (120 años después de Cristo) —indica que José era un viudo que ya tenía una familia antes de su matrimonio con María, y por lo tanto estaba dispuesto a convertirse en el protector, o el guardián de un Santificado (Él era anciano en el tiempo en que ellos se casaron realmente creo, y es por eso que la Biblia no continúa con José, al punto de no estar él alrededor cuando Cristo pasó a la madurez.)
Entonces, ¿Cristo tuvo hermanos? Quizás, si efectivamente Jesús fue el hijo único de María, y Santiago fue el hijo único de José, entonces Jesús y Santiago no habrían sido literalmente hermanos, hermanos de sangre esto es. Cuando oímos la frase “hermano de Jesús” debemos de mirar profundamente en el pozo, Mateo Capítulo 13. Como ves, la palabra “hermano” significaba más que eso, o quizás en este caso, menos, ésta no significaba “familiar de sangre” (examina el: Libro de Tobit por significados más amplios).

6) Quizás lo que Eva hizo, María, la madre de Cristo lo deshizo. Cuando veo este tema también miro a quién lo dice. Los Padres de la Iglesia, creyeron que María permaneció virgen toda su vida; y cuando digo los Padres de la Iglesia, quiero decir, aquellos que podrían recordarla, quizás los que hablaron con los apóstoles ((hasta aproximadamente el primer siglo, 100 años después de Cristo o algo así) (si efectivamente Cristo murió alrededor del año 30 d.C. como lo afirman muchos eruditos)). También, habría que ver a lo que el Papa Martín I, en el año 659 después de Cristo, insistió en el Concilio, de que María permaneció “Siempre Virgen”, de esta forma ella ya había sido considerada así ((muchísimo antes de que este tema se volviera un problema)(Yo veo que en mi tiempo—e incluso un siglo antes, incluyendo al siglo 19, 20 y 21—tenemos un montón de falsos profetas tratando de confundir a la humanidad sobre una doctrina que fue asentada miles de años atrás; hoy día todos son unos “expertos”)).

7) En todo caso, otro punto de discusión podría ser: ¿Qué dijo Cristo en el calvario? ¿No le dijo Él a Juan en esencia que llevara a su madre a su casa con él? Él confió su madre a Juan, por qué no con sus hermanos o hermanas de sangre que esa sería la norma (Juan Capítulo 19). De hecho, ¡era inconcebible para una madre judía ir a vivir con un amigo después de la muerte de su hijo, si ella tuviera otros hijos propios!...

En resumen, ¿María permaneció virgen, después del nacimiento de Cristo? ¿Y Cristo tuvo hermanos y hermanas? que son las ideas de este artículo. Siento, y pienso que ella fue virgen y permaneció virgen hasta el día en que murió y no puedo encontrar nada de lo contrario. Y sí, Cristo tenía hermanos y hermanas, pero no hermanos(as) de sangre, de acuerdo con lo mejor de mi investigación y conocimiento.

El secreto es que la Virgen María siempre permaneció virgen hasta su muerte (si realmente esto es un secreto).


Escrito: 8 de Abril del 2007 (corregido el 9-Abril 2007)