A Knight's Blog

Today is the darkest day of the year. It is the High Solstice that has been watered down into a holiday called Halloween. I have never celebrated the morbid and morose holiday. The reason I refrained from joining the ghouls, goblins, and ghosts is because I know the origins are occult. The High Solstice is a holiday practiced by the Occult and on October 31 they do human sacrifices to Satan. This is actually where the Jack-O-Lantern came from. It was not about "Stingy Jack", no it was sick and twisted act. The Occult ever Hallows Eve would take a daughter from a local home and sacrifice her. When they were done with their Satanic ritual, they would take the remains and put it in the Jack-O-Lantern and leave it on the porch or near the front door of the family who's daughter was sacrificed. Likewise, the man charged with rounding up daughters could be paid to pass over a house and the sign you had paid him off was that you placed Jack-O-Lantern on your porch. The Eng...

There is an epidemic sweeping through the Church today. This pestilence is heartlessness. There is local Church in my town that I have attended on and off for fifteen years. It has gone through many changes, but there is one recurring problem that has never been resolved. At this Church intellect is supreme and theology is elaborate, but there is no heart. You are not cared for or receive the feeling that people genuinely love you. You are treated like a commodity, a human doing rather than human being made in image of God. I wish I could say this was an issue found in only one church, but I'm finding it everywhere I go. It seems Christians have bitten the forbidden fruit of humanism. Believers have become so self focused that they are becoming incapable of showing compassion or truly caring for others. This is a major problem because a major pillar of the Christian Faith is to "treat people the way you want to be treated." (Luke 6:31). So w...

Back in 2001 I like most gamers became bespelled by Bungie's Halo: Combat Evolved. It was the must play shooter and it set the stage for how all subsequent FPS (first person shooter) games would be made. At the time the plot or narrative was relatively benign, humans in the 26th century wage war against a religious collective of aliens known as The Covenant who are bent on genocidal war. The first installment in what is now the biggest FPS franchise next to Call of Duty, didn't lend much insight on the beliefs of these aliens you spend hours slaughtering. They were elusively depicted as evil radicals who incited war against mankind. In 2004, greater knowledge about The Covenant became accessible through books and the advent of Halo 2. The sequel to the successful Combat Evolved delved deep into the roots of the Covenant's faith and what their overall goal. Gamers discovered that The Covenant is trying to merit salvation by waging war against the enemies of their gods ...

The Return of the Crusader, Karl Friedrich Lessing High deeds achieved of knightly fame, From Palestine the champion came; The cross upon his shoulders borne, Battle and blast had dimm'd and torn. Each dint upon his batter'd shield Was token of a foughten field; And thus, beneath his lady's bower, He sung as fell the twilight hour:- 'Joy to the fair! - thy knight behold, Return'd from yonder land of gold; No wealth he brings, nor wealth can need, Save his good arms and battle-steed His spurs, to dash against a foe, His lance and sword to lay him low; Such all the trophies of his toil, Such - and the hope of Tekla's smile! 'Joy to the fair! whose constant knight Her favour fired to feats of might; Unnoted shall she not remain, Where meet the bright and noble train; Minstrel shall sing and herald tell - 'Mark yonder maid of beauty well, 'Tis she for whose bright eyes were won The listed field at Askalon! ''Note w...

King Richard The Lionheart on Crusade Somtyme this world was so stedfast and stable That mannes word was obligacioun; And now it is so fals and deceivable That word and deed, as in conclusioun, Ben nothing lyk, for turned up-so-doun Is al this world for mede and wilfulnesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse. What maketh this world to be so variable But lust that folk have in dissensioun? For among us now a man is holde unable, But if he can, by som collusioun, Don his neighbour wrong or oppressioun. What causeth this but wilful wrecchednesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse? Trouthe is put doun, resoun is holden fable; Vertu hath now no dominacioun; Pitee exyled, no man is merciable; Through covetyse is blent discrecioun. The world hath mad a permutacioun Fro right to wrong, fro trouthe to fikelnesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse. Lenvoy to King Richard O prince, desyre to be honourable, Cherish thy folk and hate ...

Around The Middle East, Muslim nations are protesting and killing Americans. This tidal wave of violence was supposedly incited by a 12-15min film on YouTube by a radical Christian who in his pastime burns Qurans. I frankly don't think the film has anything to do with the revolts. Libya, Egypt, and thirteen other Saracen realms (more are joing the protest as I write this) have all declared death to America. Even the leader of Hezbollah came out of hiding and asked "for sustaining of protests." This isn't over a movie. It's been planned for sometime. The Radical Islamist Jihadists are rising and they intend to destroy Israel and the West. There have insurgents all over Europe and America who are training for Jihad-Akbar (Holy War). We are looking at the return of the Crusades, only this time there are not nearly enough Christians willing to arm themselves and repel these fanatics. In addition to these protests, it has been released that a discover...

Sir Galahad Before Christ, John Howe My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly, The horse and rider reel: They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, That lightly rain from ladies' hands. How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall! For them I battle till the end, To save from shame and thrall: But all my heart is drawn above, My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine: I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine. More bounteous aspects on me beam, Me mightier transports move and thrill; So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer A virgin heart in work and will. When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swim...