Messiah 666 (Excerpt) : A Graphic Novel

The world is not what you think it to be.

God may not be what you imagined him to be.

The Devil might be beyond good and evil.

Welcome to a world of hurt!

Leda and The Swan

Here's my own version of Leonardo's Leda and the Swan.
Glad you like it!

EMANCIPATION

Man must evolve or die. Eventually, the old gods shall be slain; and, its vanguard Religion, which has restricted man’s growth and limited his potential, extirpated. He must rise above his myths and let a new church rise.

UberMan

Rather than proving to us what we have been led to believe, Religion teaches us to believe in what we cannot prove.

There is one truth I know - You are made in the image of God. That being so, God is YOU. And it all depends on how far you are willing to go.

The EYE of DESTINY

In the Kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is "GOD".

The Prophecy Fulfilled

“You’ll come to terms with it soon enough. For now, a lost king is found – one reason for us to celebrate. We have our own Roi Perdu. But before we pat our backs, know well that doomsday looms ahead. It doesn’t help to know that as prophesied there would be 666 messiahs out there awakened. All of them would be vying for the prize - which would also include Andrews head now.” The priest doesn’t know when to stop.

“What do you proposed we do, Father?” My dame asked.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not the ‘God-wannabe’ here. He is.” Reverend Paul answered pointing to me. “But since you asked, I suggest we have an orgy.”

I couldn’t help thinking whether the god who made Father Paul really intended the “angel-priest” to be this way or whether it’s just free will or evolution gone awry. If my luck holds, I’ll know all the answers soon enough.

Milestone

I felt the urge to have it written. And now it is complete.

At least, it appears to be so.

I have been given a gift. it is high time I return the favor.

The book will be publish soon. Beware the weak of hearts!

"BANGSAMORO"

The dickheads measure GMA: Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharshin!

Pogito Says:

August 21st, 2008 at 12:55 pm

The current agitation regarding the “bangsamoro” is by no means related to the quest for Utopia. On the contrary, it’s merely GMA’s ploy to test the waters and to sow the seeds of discord. It is a trojan horse designed to divert the people from their current predicament and dangles a madness which is GMA staying in power long after 2010.
Utopia is an ideal state a government should aspire for. But that is never part of the plan nor the grand scheme GMA is hatching in her demented fragile little excuse of a mind.

Perspective

(Arthur Schopenhauer, 1788 - 1860)
The task is not so much to see what no one yet has seen, but to think what no body yet has thought about that which everyone sees.

Beyond these facile truisms about the end-of-days, there are unseen forces at work that most of us never contemplate, much less comprehend. In visions and at the crossroads to Mittelpunkt der Wilt, I have met many - some whose names I do not want to remember, though all of their faces are forever sketched in my mind.

They linger – an alternating presence of hot and cold. Like demons trapped, such as they really are (and more), they yearned for release. Somehow, I would grant them that.

Think no ill of me if I sometimes hope they haunt you too. Not a perverted desire or some sick idea on my part, but a lofty wish that you may see as I have seen. And feel as I have felt.

But I am selfish, as all “gods” are - that you must know by now. And in no way would I share Bathsheba with you just so she could enthrall you with her oracle. Her prophecies are mine and mine alone. Nevertheless, there is another way. Use the Sangreal.

If you care to take a glimpse, then gladly I’ll take you there. I welcome you to a world of hurt.

You have been warned.

The Secret

Admit it, you didn't see this coming!

Elsewhere

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The Sermon

“Many are called, but only a few are chosen. It’s because priesthood is not just a matter of faith. It is a matter of choice. And while many better men could have donned the cassock, not all of them would have the stomach to perform such utterly complex and immaculate deception. Therefore, there remains but a resolute few to perform the harvest. It’s a cloak and dagger thing, if you know what I mean.”

No longer should you tolerate religion or any other institution to keep you in the dark. Faith without reason is perfidy.

Let this be your Genesis!”

The reverend looked at the roaring crowd and felt a great sense of accomplishment upon gazing at the sea of approving faces.

Sangreal

“Please cut to the chase, Father. We’re on borrowed time.” I had to stop the man before he has a chance to talk us into another vicious cycle.

“Aren’t we all?” He protested. “Catholics! Always in a rush to get to the truth but having no heart or stomach for it once it caught up with them. Right, Rosabel?”

Nobody is fast enough to respond once the old priest set himself to launch some verbal attacks. He’s on a mission. “I see you’re back to being a statue again. Fortunately, that is also one fetish I would never pass on.”

There is no helping the man. I know it for a fact now that the reverend became a priest to sustain a habit. The sermon being a monologue, he has been given a free rein to indulge on it and has been assured of an audience to receive it.

“How do I use the Holy Grail, father?” I have to interrupt.

“Ah, the Holy Grail! Right…right.” He responded, obviously irked, as he pulled out a book from one of the shelves. “Not quite as easy as using a dildo you reckon.”

He uttered the nth blasphemy with not one god putting a curse on him. Or maybe one already had. I kept mum. Rosabel did too, believing silence is wisdom.

Evolution

Andrew floats for a while, above the ruins of the Holy Spirit Cathedral, before setting down the altar of the razed church. With a backdrop of the setting sun, he is majestic. The reverend couldn’t help but notice how HE now stands at the nexus of time and space. “Is He the one? Is He one? Is He?” were questions he would have wanted to ask. However, he knows it’s useless to voice them out now since an affirmation could only come later. He’s excited but is not really looking forward to the end of days.

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“You’ll come to terms with it soon enough. For now, a lost king is found – one reason for us to celebrate. We have our own Roi Perdu. But before we pat our backs, know well that doomsday looms ahead. It doesn’t help to know that as prophesied there would be 666 messiahs out there awakened. All of them would be vying for the prize - which would also include Andrews head now.” The priest doesn’t know when to stop.

Cassanova Strikes Again

Nothing emphasizes one's own ugliness like meeting a truly beautiful person. And there is nothing like meeting someone truly wonderful to make you realize what an utterly horrible human being you are. But go on I must - for need is a harsh mistress. And I am but a willing slave to all her biddings whenever she beckons.

I play the role of the master each time the game is on. But as much as I would like a thousand times to fool myself, I’m really not the one in control.

The ruined bed sheet should have signified another triumph. And I’d like to think that in the corner of the bed lie happily one more conquered Eve – lucky enough to feel the abundance and generosity of my spirit. Or so every Don Juan or Don Quixote would have loved to think.

Amidst a tropical storm of unbridled lust, it should be obvious by now that we crossed the Rubicon on a different bridge.

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I looked at her handsome face before leaving and silently thanked her while walking away. She’s one more angel in the road to heaven soon to be forgotten. Somehow it is fitting that I never asked her name. It will do justice to the hundreds who have come before her – sacrificed in the altar of lust and shame. Also, for all its nearness to the brain, my heart could only remember but one dame.

The Neck Tie Man - An excerpt from my book

Andrew have seen now what he would know later to be a latent ability of the Gods. The aggressor who called himself Azrael doubled before their very eyes. Just as quickly, the two Azrael resumed the attack.
The power of the Neck Tie Man had not diminished. In fact, the appearance of the second Azrael spelled for the priest twice the trouble. He won’t be able to keep up for long. And just as he feared, the other broke away from their fight and targeted Andrew.
“Your own your own but with my blessing.” The reverend spoke with his usual sarcasm. Deep inside though, he fears for him. But Gods early on must measure up or die. He could only hope Andrew proves fit, not just for his own sake but for Rosabel as well.

Ubermensch

Desperate for attention and yet afraid to get it.

Thousands of years passed and they haven't budged.

They simply wait and watch.

The Trinity stands in the pedestal we've built.

The SON, a humble God by any standard, came to give the good news. Not so different from the news prophets before him have long trumpheted.

With one difference that spells it all. He died for us. Humans are so inutile that a god has to be crucified for mankind to be saved. He bought our souls from the devil of his own making and let us in the house of the Father, who also happens to be him - the trinity being one and the same.

We've been had! And the Trinity remains where they were for thousands of years. Up in the heavens where no one sees them, waiting and watching.

We've been had! Satan himself was an angel of light.

We've been had!

When will thou come, Ubermensch? Slayer of Gods!

Ubermensch slays the God of Morons

Arthur Schopenhaur says "The art is not so much to see what no one yet has seen. But to think what no one yet has thought about that which everyone sees."

Friedrich Nietzsche declared "Ich lehre euch den Übermenschen" ("I bring you the Supermen").

GMA thunders "Who will watch the watchmen?" Obviously rubbing salt on wound.

Tikbalang Inc. shall heed the call of times and usher in a new era for mankind. In behalf of all that we hold sacred, we declare war.

"All the tyanaks wailing for justice, all the kapres yearning for release, all malignos hiding in the shadows, All Lamang Lupa remaining unnamed, pick up thy swords and fulfill our destiny. Crush the tyranny that chained us to hell. Rise up against the evil dwarf squatting in malacanang."

"We will be the unlikely heroes. But heroes still we shall be. We will be the Ubermensch - a pioneering beacon in this dark times"

"Crush the infamy! Crush GMA!"

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On OFWs and weaker dollar
01/14/08
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THE WEAKER dollar would not deter OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) from leaving.
The fact of the matter is simply there’s no job available in the Philippines. And the little that is there could not even offer half the compensation being offered abroad. Just like the Strong Republic GMA [President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo] promised, and the enchanted kingdom she’s been bragging [about], it all amounts to nothing. All myths and lies are. We can’t just simply wait for the manna from heaven. We have to leave the country or starve to death! It’s really a no-brainer.

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Elegy for Religion

Your voice once soft and sweet
Did make a life music filled
And all the rhymes that once caress
Your lips did utter and I embraced.
But all good things like life I guess
Like all sweet songs, they do must end.
And wells of hope, and joy before
Now vile contempt it brings to fore.
Sweet nothings that once were,
Now no more than a bitter pill
I swallow for life or death, the sneer
I take like thorn and gaze the spear.
I tremble to hear the constant ringing,
The tintinnabulation and the singing.
I dread the sense of your approach,
The space and silence you encroach
Upon the grave you dug for me
I found peace eventually.

On CBCP to ARROYO: Take Lead vs. Corruption

Archbishop Angel Lagdameo said there would be a new breed of “People Power” to go against the “greed of power-holders”. Then there also would be a “convergence of bearers of truth.”

A few days after, the CBCP issued a statement asking GMA to lead the fight against corruption.

CBCP says “What we’re looking for is people power with a difference.” That was so lame!

Let us look elsewhere then for enlightenment. If I may lead the prayer:

“Aba naman Gloria, puno kana ng Grasya! Ang yaman ng Bansa ay sumaiyo na! Sa husay ni Garci naging pekeng Pangulo ka…
Bukod kang mandaraya sa Babaeng lahat, pinagpala rin ang mangungurakot na ASAWA mo at mga ANAK. Kaya wala ng natira sa….. AMEN!”

On Bishop urges new kind of people power

“All spirituality requires a certain air of mystery. Otherwise, the truth would become sterile rendering hope impossible.” Baigent thus said in one of his books.

But how vague should the catholic bishops be? A new breed of “People Power” against the “greed of power-holders” would mean what sort of people power? Archbishop Angel Lagdameo’s “convergence of bearers of truths” would bring about what? How?

The people require something hard, tangible, fresh and final. Mediocrity is the last thing the tricycle, bus and jeepney drivers, the balut vendors and the newspaper boy would need.

Don’t let the blind lead another blind! Be specific says my wise fourth grade teacher. Things tend to get lost in translation if you’re vague.

As for the truth, it has been ignored out there in the open for so long. The only question remaining is what should be done about it.

We cannot be lame in our conviction. If you want GMA out, be plain in saying the current administration had by way of corruption and its culture of impunity sent the Philippines back to the dark ages. We, the Catholic Bishops of the Philippines could not tolerate murder, mayhem and corruption. We ask the faithful to be with us and make God proud by ridding the evil in our own front yard.

Now that is clear, concise and easily understood by laymen and me. The shepherd has to be clear for the flock to follow. Or maybe it’s just me.