Frank Capra’s “The Lost Horizon” is a great adventure movie, but the idea that captured Western imaginations in many surprising and mysterious ways, was a book first. Before that, it was a quest for a secret place, lost in the mists of time. The significance of the book and movie was as far reaching as the idea of the mystic region of Shangi-la (Shambala) that made for some legendary myths around it, for centuries to come. I usually show trailers for my movie favourites I share, but I liked this documentary so much, I thought this would provide a context for telling you about the impact that this idea of the place on the hill, somewhere, would have, in all sorts of other times and places. So, let’s travel back in time, before we see where the quest leads us, before we settle back in the moment, to enjoy the movie.
Ready to rest after your mental exertions? Grand, so. Snuggle in cosily for an armchair adventure, and a flight of fantasy Holywood style, which sees the myth and spiritual legend turned into a romantic adventure, by the wonderful Frank Capra, in glorious black n’ white (perfect for all that snow, which is often blue and purple, but we add the colour in our own imaginations anyhow, so who needs the technicolour treatment?). It’s great fun, beautifully shot, and really magical. We are so lucky to be able to glimpse this lost horizon, because there was also quite a quest to be able to recover the footage, which disappeared in the mists for a while.
The AI jerks are always about, and there’s a whole brood of them, currently swarming, that’s a pretty nasty one. I’ve spoken about the game they play, many times on this blog. I haven’t spoken much about the kind of future they envision for us all, though.
To them it’s a Utopia, where all their desires can be fulfilled, and they get to be their best self. They want that for us all, apparently, and seek to educate us, so that we learn to love the AI, and long for the promised Eden of Singularity Land, where the robot and human enter into a (simulated and virtual) love pact, that there’s no going back from. This would seem like an unholy union, to the normal person, but these people are into all things freaky, and aspire to have everyone in the world become a freak as well, so they can announce that as the New Normal. Ben Goertzel is their pin-up boy, and Sofia the chatbot a fount of wisdom, in this dystopic vision the technohippies have in mind for us.
The idea of the Singularity is, in their minds, a kind of race to the bottom, for humanity, although they view the giving in, in a hedonistic orgy of vulgar oafishness, as a beautiful transition into a Brave New World, that we should all long for. They are bewildered when you point out that anti-humanistic Satanistic technofreakery isn’t really your thing, and suggest you just aren’t evolved enough to dig all the soft porn they post, to tempt you in with. Philosophy pisses them off, big time, too, as I found out when I posted my first comment in one of their threads, a link to an article about Plato’s conception of beauty, having seen one of them enthuse about her game character’s physical beauty, which, in her mind, was a by-product of kindness. The matrix started glitching, when faced with intelligent discusssion, and philosophy not just providing a cool allegorical reference for Plato’s cave, that could translate to a gaming environment as a shirtless male model on a couch in an underground carpark, and to heck with the philosophy bit.
Two people making logical philosophical points in their thread fried the circuits, and when logic didn’t compute, a fuse blew somewhere, that started out with threats……………..
then, rather hilariously, led to a curse being put on my poor ol’ book, “The Q Affaire”.
I mean, what has a comedic romance thriller novel done to deserve this, other than a spot of light philosophising, I ask you? Satanists aren’t big on humour, though. I knew that already, having come across many of them in my time on YouTube. You can often recognise them by the little wings, with puzzling little dots, which according to Q, is locust poop. Their idea of what is acceptable to post on social media is fairly poop as well, and I ended up having to report one of them to Twitter, for the video of the very young looking girl below, doing unmentionable and tonsil-damaging things to an unsuspecting banana, while dressed up as a cat. The girl posting it was a blue haired female who was doing her best to look like her gaming avatar, and one hopes that this ARG group of LARPers she associates with are just sharing their soft porn stuff between themselves, and not dragging children into virtual reality games with them, online. They seem to me to be a pretty good reason to not give your kid access to a phone or computer until they are at least 21. At least if you don’t want them to get dissed, doxed, and cursed all in a day, by satanic larpers playing an online ARG. This group strike me as people with a lot of personal problems, that they would like everyone else to have as well, so they can call it the norm. Thank goodness the Singularity is nowhere near. I’d hate to see what that thing would look like, if these were the brains helping program it.
Oh, I forgot to mention, being called a shill. Must have been the threats, curses, and doxing that made it temporarily slip my mind. Took me a while to decode the word salad in this Tweet I received, but basically this blue haired female avatar, who insists he’s a male, who just finds it more convenient to pretend to be female in Twitter, for strangers, but gets annoyed when they think he is one, with the mistaken idea they are treated better than men (I didn’t see his friends treat people too well, as they waltz around Twitter threatening and cursing people, and subjecting them to looking at their creepy porn content). He seemed to think I’m being paid to write my book, “The Q Affaire”. Or something. As I say…..
Goodness only knows precisely what’s being conveyed, because…
A. These people are confused about everything, ranging from gender, to how to speak English, right on up to how to visualise a decent future for themselves, based on behaving decently in the present……
B. They are inveterate liars, who are playing an ARG game online, the stated rules of which (letting people know they are in a game) they are breaking, themselves, because they have no morals or ethics, and follow the Satanic Crowley law only, “do as thou wilt”. What they don’t tell anyone about, is that they are hoping to entrap innocent people into joining their game, so they can mess up their heads, their lives, and threaten and dox them. For fun. That’s the average Satanist’s view of what fun is, you see. Welcome to the dystopian future. Or you could just fry their circuits, by saying no to their jerky game and depressing future.
A is for apple, b is for balloon, but what is Q for? Well, there have been a lot of queer guesses about the recent origins of the 17th letter of the alphabet, and to some it’s still just a letter. To others it’s a whole way of life they don’t want to lose. A kind of modern tradition, with a lot of symbolism involved. But where did Q come up with all these symbols, is the Question?
One of the answers that might strike you as having some clout is Qabalah. What if Q stands for Qabalah? Now, hear me out. I know Q pretty much put himself forward as a traditional Christian, holdy-handsy type, who enjoys singing around the campfire in kinship with like-minded clean-livin’ Jesus believers, before trooping off to a giant sleeping bag together. Their dream, if we believe what they told us, is about the defeat of the evil Cabal by the forces of the “goodies” troops, who have boots firmly planted on the ground, worldwide, led by the good ol’ USA, who are so superior to everyone else, in, well, everything, really, having both an awesomely rich culture and deep historical roots, that the rest of the world is dreadfully jealous of. Luckily for the rest of us, they often get involved in wars in other countries, to help bring democracy to them. Kind of a “Call of Duty” thing, for them.
They were fully backed up, too, by General Flynn‘s digital army, Trumpeting out the good message like happy Tweety birds, in a new dawn chorus. Poor ol’ feller unfortunately may now have to repurpose his Defence Fund as a Dementia Fund, given that he’s not able to remember this happy Christian family moment, when he pledged allegiance to Q. Let’s pray he recovers his memory, as he might take up naked surfing, or somethin’, next. I suppose he could order a few pairs of shorts, assuming he’s let roam free, still, with his name and address printed on them, like the lady at the right of the picture has done, and the lady in the middle, to remind them who the president is (was) and where they live. Smart thinkin’, there, if it runs in the family. I don’t think it’s officially dementia until you can’t remember your bank account no., tho’, and I’m betting the ex-gen can-can. Personally, I’m surprised this photo was taken in the States, because previously I was under the impression that Americans only wore items with their clubs, counties, or country in big letters on the front, while abroad, in case Dementia or Alzhiemers set in while on a European holiday (Europe can do that to you).
The whole Q thing is right in line with a Qabalistic vision, though, with plenty of nodding to theosophy, and Steinerism, when you look into it a bit more, because the Illuminati that Q followers are so obsessed with were very much a feature in much of the lore about Qabalistic studies as well. Imaginations pretty much started running amok on the fantasy end of things, right after the Jews were unceremoniously ejected from Spain, in the 15th Cent., for being Jewish, and scapegoating became a popular way of blaming everyone for your own sh1t you didn’t want to own, long before that, with a rich historical tradition of scapegoating to be discovered in lots of different cultures, throughout recorded history. The Qabalah’s origins are as obscure and shady as Q’s, after he hi-jacked the 17th alphabet letter for his good vs evil fairytale, and are difficult to unravel and examine, because of the mix of influences, between popular culture and mythological/historical references. The number 17, for example, turns up lots of places, and it would be a little Discordian to think that all the things in the real world that these numbers point to, in Qabalistic terms, have a correspondence. Yet, some of the things do actually have people in common, and points of similarity between them, and it bugs me to have to admit that we may never know who started the whole Q larp, since there were so many involved, and the various strands form a veritable spider web, which I’m betting those who originally thought up the concept, are quite glad their prey got tangled up in to the point of not being able to see their way clear to disentangling the sticky mess. Many would like to have their guts for garters, at this stage, and I’ve never been a fan, since that time Q threatened to send his army after me.
Some strands, like religious and Qabalistic style numerology, worked into elements of Q’s online posts, added the air of mystique and fun puzzle elements that a sheep might want to put together of a dull evening, with the rest of the flock, while not really seeing what the whole picture looks like, when you are standing a bit further back from it, and aren’t a wooly headed sheep. The posts work on creative, associative type thinking, rather than logic, which ruins the appeal altogether, to the flock (trust me on this; I’ve had my head figuratively bitten off, by Q, for arguing logically with him, over some of the sillier points he made). You can read about the more humorous bits in my new novel, “The Q Affaire”, out on Amazon, if you prefer to read about ridiculous arguments, rather than be in them.
While Q didn’t exactly claim his posts were channeled through the prophet Abraham, or anything like that (Q, make outlandish claims, as if?), some of the literature his ideas were probably based on doesn’t exactly have a terribly reliable provenance, unless you see narratives as equivalent to the realities they signify.
Carrying out Qabalistic studies are a bit like reading the bible; if you are taking it too literally you might be doing it all wrong. It’s a creative tool for thinking, and Q uses it like that, but treats it like a big joke. The whole thing turned into a kind of “Infinite Jest” that doesn’t go away, as long as there are enough people taking it seriously. Really, someone should write a comedic novel about it; oh, wait, they have. I did, didn’t I, and I got quite a laugh out of writing about Q, having hung out with him for a while, and seen how he thinks, and the funny notions he gets? He likes a good book, I know; the bible I’m not so convinced about, given his behaviour, despite all his protestations to the contrary, but I remember how annoyed he was at my revealing his top secret code, developed around the book “The Neverending Story”, which he insisted I’d no permission to repeat. This, even after I pointed out that the “code” appeared at the back of the book, and he was even more annoyed when I pointed out that the writer was clearly influenced by Buddhism. He wasn’t having that. Perhaps that didn’t fit in so well with his less public beliefs? He didn’t say. I know he’s keen on Freemasons, mind you, so perhaps they just compare notes on concrete mixes, when they are having a natter. They don’t tend to tell the more mainstream Christians that, ‘cos why cast pearls before swine/sheep (although I’m no longer convinced there is such a thing, as I understand it, anyhow, in the US)? I suspect it’s angels on your shoulders, snakes underfoot, or nothing at all, over there. At one level, it seems rather pagan, but unconsciously so, if you get me. Same symbols, same hysteria, only no Wicker Man.
Q might have a well developed sense of humour, when it comes to laughing at others, who he refers to as “sheep”, in a joke that revolves around mirror reversals that he loves, but doesn’t always let on about…you see, the sheep he’s really referring to are the ones who believe him without questioning logically anything he presents as fact. The fact that most of his followers, while excellent at following him, were pretty useless at following any logical trains of thought, to analyse the nonsense they were force fed, to grasp that they were the ovines being referred to, not the “normies” they were encouraged to despise, along with the evil, baby eating/trafficking/sacrificing deep state Cabalists.
How hilarious, then, would it be if Q followers not only had to swallow the bitter pill of Q’s storm being a washout, but the further irony that Q wasn’t exactly the sort of Christian they thought he was? Mind you, they were given hints that there was a lot more dark than light about, in the shadow of Q, what with all the talk of hangings and lynchings that even the most Christian of followers didn’t seem to balk at. Satan would be shocked, and delighted, to see how Q kept the fires of hatred stoked up, in good Christian hearts.
Mirror reversals are one of Q’s Qabalistic tricks. Opposites, you see, are how the Qabalistic worldview works. Opposite polarities, bumping up against one another in a big clash, then transforming into something new. So, it’s perfectly OK, if you’re Q, to say you’re a Christian, but be into death and apocalypse because out of the destruction of something, comes something else you really want. And if you’re Q, you’re the goodie, so you are on the first boat ascending into the heavenly new world that awaits, and to hell with the sheep. They were just lambs to the slaughter, in the service of good. The means justify the ends, and all that jazz. I guess you have to be in an apocalyptic cult to appreciate how joyous thinking about that sort of thing can be. All the same, they did work rather hard to present themselves as the “goodies”, rather than the “baddies”, those QAnons.
Oh, great. The Apocalypse has arrived.
It sounds a bit unscientific, this theory, what with apocalypses and sheep running about to escape being rounded up for a nefarious agenda, which only starts with the fleecing of assets, but wait up, because there are numbers to back it up. Proof. There’s even a special clock, which was further proof that it was an exquisitely designed mechanism that even the divine watchmaker would have been wishing he’d thought up himself, or at least not have had to work through earthly agents to set in motion. More reflections of the perfection of the above, into the waters of the earth below, on the face of the ticking clock of time, which bound Q to Trump in perfect, zero delta synchronicity, when they were really getting their mojo working.
It was pure magic to watch, when the apparently meaningless numbers and letters conjured up from Tweets and Qdrops created a Qabalistic correspondence of meaning, which totally escaped the flock, to the point where even Q’s “These people are stupid” phrase, no matter how many times repeated, didn’t sink in as having any possible reference to them. They just consulted their Gematria calculators online, and marvelled at the miraculous way their God was setting about putting the plan to hang and lynch folks of their choosing, into action, through them. Glory be. It’s good to be good. It’s also very nice to have scapegoats; people who do things so evil that you can feel great about hating them, and venting your own inner demon in their direction, thereby casting it out of you.
I didn’t make it to the end of the next video; I doubt even Gen. Flynn would manage to, on his most forgetful days, so don’t feel you have to wade through the whole thing to get the idea that you can pretty much throw anything at Gematria, and it sticks a variety of associative ideas together, in a psychoanalytic free-association type logic-free party for the mind.
The video above does demonstrate how Q thinking works, though, doesn’t it, pathetic as the results are, in terms of logical”proof” of anything, and it’s the same sort of associative thinking used in Qabalistic meditations, used for forging and exploring spiritual associations, on the paths that criss-cross the 10 nodes on the Qabalistic tree, describing the polarities in creation, echoed down below, on the earthly realm, from the spiritual, ideal realm above. The problem is, if you abandon logical thinking, you can end up almost anywhere, including the loony bin, if you aren’t careful. Perhaps this is just creative thinking, and a fanciful narrative over a bowl of whatever you like to put in your pipe of an evening, but some of the Q people took their wildest ideas quite seriously, was the impression I got, when they got the hump at people laughing at stuff like this, which is pretty tame, compared to some of the things I’ve heard Q followers say. At least flat earthers aren’t obsessed with blood and guts. They stick to being odd and irritating, rather than frightening and aggressive in their beliefs. Anything goes, though, when logic does, as anything’s possible, once the modern definition of science is chucked out.
Qabalistic study was not used for logic, really, at all, in our modern definitions of the term, but the Q posts, and the decoders, wanted to pretend it was all about logic, for them, while throwing random numbers into the thing, as though they had meaningful connections with the logical realm. The sheep loved the game, however, as it made the boring old field they were in rather more exciting, what with all this hidden stuff that you could scare yourself over, and go running around with the other sheep, baaahing about it. They’re still missing their shepherd Q, and the old herd, but the solution to missing something you didn’t have is pretending you did, and hanging onto the past, pretending it’s still a thing, when it isn’t. Logic, proof, justice, religion, shepherds, don’t count on any of them, if you don’t want to be a very disappointed and abandoned sheep, at the end of the day.
This is an old show by now, first broadcast in 2010, one of two-part daytime TV special, made for UK audiences, in which Jeremy Kyle discusses various cults, interviewing members, and families involved. This is reblogged from Dialogue Ireland’s website. Jeremy Kyle ( a bit of a drama queen himself – the British equivalent of Jerry Springer, bottom of the barrel viewing, featuring all sorts of fruit and nut cases ) interviews people involved in different cult organisations, including Dave McKayof the Jesus Christians, asking the question, are they cults, or just religious communities? Brian Birmingham, who, strangely enough, I am suspected of being by at least one YouTuber, confronts Dave McKay and temperatures inevitable rise all round. Jeremy, as usual, is focussed (mostly on his ratings, one assumes). To be honest, I prefer Jerry Springer myself.
Note: Part 11 of 12 parts seems to be absent from the Dialogue Ireland page, so you can find it here, below the other link.
The vedics believed that dance was a direct connection to the spiritual.
This dancer, Shalini Patnaik, blows me away, and it is hard to think you are not in contact with something divine when she dances. The sitar player is Anouska Shankar, daughter of the legendary Ravi Skankar, and she is no slouch in the music department either. They are all really grooving on this music, and the good vibrations are strong all round. Anoushka Shankar is an interesting gal, because she has managed to cross over into various different culture’s musical traditions, and create music with other musical artists, without sacrificing one iota of her musical integrity. The result is pure magic, time and time again.Vedic music explores the relationship between the forces of chaos and those of order. Other traditions have similar juxtapositions built in; the result is a harmonious blending of primal forces of yin/yang energies. Sometimes there is frenzy and chaos in evidence, at others the rhythm of life flows as gracefully through the music as water from a mountain top towards the sea.
Alla Kushnir dances to Setanta’s Black Magic Woman
Aren’t these ladies beautiful? I think Byron had someone like this in mind when he wrote She Walks In Beauty,in 1814.
The greatest cross in the world is to be without a cross’. These are the words of the famous Jesuit preacherBishop Fulton J. Sheen, a popular lecturer on a wide range of topics. Bishop Fulton’s humour and knowledge on a wide range of insightful topics made him popular with Sunday Catholic TV audiences in the 50s. His series of shows begins with a sermon on
Bend the knee, pull up a pew in the comfort of your own home, and get ready to take notes (or just write the best jokes down; you’re allowed laugh in thischapel), because I guarantee he will hypnotizeyou with his riveting sermons. Or just switch channels and watch cartoons instead.
The Denis I’m gonna talk about isn’t the one shown above. She isn’t even a Denis, as she’s a girl, an old gal called Denise in fact. The comparison is weak, one would think, but this ol’ gal used to have a lot of nick-names, and tended to create chaos everywhere she went, a bit like little Denis. She was a bit of a menace, and like Denis, left a trail of destruction everywhere she went. I’m here to tell you folks, she’s back.
Denis always meant well, but he just couldn’t help getting into trouble. Things just seemed to fall apart whenever he was around. Denise doesn’t seem to want to stay out of trouble. There are some who say it is part of hermodus operandi. Who is this lady?
She’s a YouTuber with a small subscription base that’s causing a big stir at the moment. She’s made many enemies, it seems, in the short time her channel’s been up. Her videos cover a range of topics, such as religion; when the spirit moves her she tell her viewers stories about the Our Lady of Guadalupe hanging that appears in the background of many of her videos. Sometimes she shows us her craftwork, such as the plant hangers and quilts she makes and sells through her channel, talks to her dog, Sally, or one of her cats, or brews up a pot of coffee. She often treats viewers to her views on items in the news, mixing politics and religion, exhorting viewers to put their spiritual armour on, to fight the battle that is American politics. This is mixed in with a titillating soupçon of gossip about her personal life and history. Oh, and a lot of bad language, finger-stabbing, and accusations of pedophilia. You can read more about her personal life on herFreedom Is Sacred site, a blog she created in 2010, described in her banner title as a ‘blog defending free speech, freedom of religion, and the right to live free of vigilante harassment and intimidation.’ I found it a bit of a slog going through her posts; she is a prolific writer, but if you prefer TV, the videos on the blog, or those on her YouTube channel cover much of the same territory. I haven’t spoken about some aspects of her personal story here because I don’t feel it’s appropriate; those are covered on her blog and in her videos.
On watching her videos and hearing about the events in her life, one can feel nothing but sympathy for this poor woman for the stalking she has endured, not to mention the tragedy in her personal life which she goes into on the videos and her blog . But the story doesn’t end there. Others have added to it. Everyone has a different point of view, and boy is everyone else’s view of Denise different from her own. Reminds me of the old song‘If you knew Susy, like I know Susy’(apologies to Denise if I’m wrong here, but I believe her middle name is Susan). My elderly Godmother used to sing that song a lot. What a nice lady she was. Hardly any cursing, and although quite religious, not in any cults that I know of. Unless you count theCatholic Church as a cult, which many do. Maybe even Denise, although it’s hard to keep track of how many things she thinks are a cult; the list is infinite.
Cults are one of Denise’s specialities; she goes after the topic like a dog with a bone. Which is not surprising, ‘cos she knows a lot about them. She used to be in one called the ‘Jesus Christians’. She doesn’t talk much about them, which is funny, because she has something to say about lots of other ones. Never mind, let other people tell the story for her. It’s quite interesting. My own bit of Miss Marple style investigating ( à la Ms. Matteau, only with sources included for you to check, dear reader), led me to another Blogger site called ‘Dave From Queens 2’. Click the link below to read the post.
Who are these people, and how do they know Denise? Are they the stalkers she mentions so often in her Freedom is Sacred posts? They seem to be from one of the ‘hate sites’ she mentions inthis post, announcing the return of the Jesus Christians, who it seems had disbanded. The Jesus Christians, and Denise, seemed to be receiving a lot of hateful posts in the comments section. If you can’t stand bad language for God’s sake don’t read the comments section of the post at all. Click your cursor in the cat picture below (not the link below the pic., sorry for being Captain Obvious here, but there may be some silver surfers in here) then scroll to the bottom of her post, if you think you can handle the shock.
Well, it’s confusing that there are so many people angry with her. Seems to be something to do with her involvement in the Jesus Christians. Let’s continue by going through the newspapers; see if there’s any mention of what they’ve been up to there. The cult get a mention in an English newspaper, The Eastleigh News (Clickhere if you are wondering where on earth that is). The headline declares: ‘Donate a kidney for Jesus’, and goes on to tell you about the Jesus Christians activities. And Denis has been quite active in the comments section. People there seem to know her too. I’m confused, though, by this comment.
I thought she was a Jesus Christian? I didn’t know she had a son, or was with the Children of God. She never told us about that. I know Dave McKay used to be in the Children of God, a very famous cult from the 70s, before he founded the Jesus Christians, but Denise never said anything in all her videos about her relationship with him, either of these cults, or their son, Joe. What’s all this about? I’m in shock, because the Denise I knew seems to have hidden depths, let’s say. Maybe I’m just a confused person, ‘cos a lot of Denise Matteau’s stories don’t really make too much sense to me. Maybe I’m no good at this Miss Marple thing, though I’m sure Denise would encourage it, since she’s so into researching stuff herself. Anyhow, in case you don’t know who the Children of God are, here’s another shocker for you. This is the HBO documentary by Noah Thompson, an ex-member.
Phew, this plot is gettin’ thicker, isn’t it? Maybe we need to take a break, lighten up, laugh a little, after all that grim viewing. One of Denise’s stories maybe? Again, from the Eastleigh News, in a comment under the same article.
Hadn’t Denise read her copy of ‘Bin Raiders’thoroughly enough to stay out of this kind of trouble while foraging? Poor Denise, in such reduced circumstances that she needed to dumpster-dive. She made a plea for help:
Not everyone in the comments section was sympathetic.
Animosity and Denise seem to be constant bedfellows. Rick Ross was the cult deprogrammer guy I had already come across in my research on Denise. In fact she produced some material about him in which she seemed pretty angry with him, or at least what she calls his ‘vigilantes’. She does angry a lot, in my opinion. But Dave stuck up for her. She provides a ‘kink’ [sic], a link to his post. You can see her video and the post here, on her blog.
What a pity Dave doesn’t seem like such a great guy otherwise. After reading some of the literature he wrote and is still distributing, such as his ‘Baby Book 5’, which the ‘Nappy Chappies’got arrested for distributing while dressed in nappies at the Easter Show in Sydney in 1995, and what with the organ donation thing and the dumpster diving, as well as other ideas like the not working thing, and giving all one’s money and possessions away on joining the cult, I started to feel quite queasy at the company our Denise used to keep. Here’s an excerpt from Baby Book 5, stating the purpose of the next page of the book, which he says ‘was written as a class for young children. It combines science lessons, Christian principles, and sex education in an open, positive, non-exploitative manner.’
Here’s the quote. I can’t even make a joke about this, it’s so off. The relevant page’s title is
It starts cheerfully…‘Where would we be without holes? You’ve got seven holes in your head. Count ’em! ‘ It continues with stuff about what mummy and daddy do with bits and pieces (science lesson bit), goes on a bit, then you start to notice stuff like this, ‘And you know what love is? It’s a hole that needs to be filled plus something to fill it with. All holes are made for something, and God’s got something for you somewhere! ‘ Context is everything, so read the thingand decide for yourself what you think of it. I don’t know what age this is aimed at. The language is certainly childish. Should it cross my mind that it is deeply unsettling, given his background in the Children of God? I think so, yes. Maybe my mind has become damaged from all the yucky stuff I had to look at while researching Denise. I don’t know how she stays sane. Oh, wait.
Denise’s enemies were everywhere. They were posting in their own threads on the same forum she posted to under the name ‘little rose’ ( sometimes she is referred to as ‘dsm’, not to be confused with ‘DM’, Dave McKay). a lot of the posters here are the same people she refers to on her site as her stalkers, or Rick Ross’s stalkers, as far as I can figure out. These posts make a very illuminating, and, I think it is fair to say, entertaining read. I’d be the first to say don’t believe everything you read, and don’t jump to conclusions quickly, but in the interests of fairness I think it’s worth ‘learning to discern’, as Denise puts it.
The post thread can be accessed here. Click at the bottom of the page if you want to read the whole thread. It’s a long one, but it’s a doozy, so do like Denise, and brew up a cowboy coffee for yourself before you sit down to read it.
When the Jesus Christians dispersed in various directions from the forum where they were posting, Dave McKay re-invented himself a bit, and Denise is always inventive, isn’t she, so she kept on doing her thing. She stayed in touch, mind you, and when Dave started his new adventure with God, Denise was keen to stay on board for the ride. Whether he was as keen to have her on board as she was to join forces with him, I don’t know, but Dave is now BrotherDave, and has a YouTube channel and a website. Not sure how many followers he has, because they don’t put it about. They explain it all on their videos. I haven’t provided links to their material here, but if you think they sound like a lovely bunch of people, you can go buy yourself a mask and join them online. Denise did just that, in 2016, or at least tried to, if her Facebook postings are anything to go by.
It’s all been so grim, with the cult stuff, the vigilantes, the hate. We need to end on an uplifting note, I think. Maybe a song from Denise would cheer us all up. How about this, from her FreedomIsSacred YouTube Channel. Pity I never found the Sir Chirpsalot video, featuring her budgie on her head, or got to tell you aboutQTube. Maybe readers outside the US didn’t get much idea what the ‘Christian right’are about, let alone get‘red-pilled’ here, but you got to hear a pretty interesting story, I hope, if a little hard to follow sometimes. Thanks to all the YouTubers that sent me down thisweird little rabbit hole. Hope I don’t get stuck down here.
Postscript: Addicted to the Denise drama already? Wanna follow her latest YouTube adventures? Read the next post on what she’s been up to lately over here. Or my newest post, in which I am drafted, not entirely willingly, into the cast of characters as well, in a supporting role.