Short but Important Introduction
Hello, and once again thank you for visiting. I apologise for the fact that there are as yet no downloads on this blog. I do assure you that much is being done towards this, mainly in the area of obtaining permission from copyright holders. Plus the actual production and remastering of the audios (believe it or not, some are ripped from old 78 rpm records that are so old they are not even on vinyl but like a black china-like stuff), together with the recording of new audios and production of e-books that I feel are essential to have. All this is being done while waiting for permission to come through. Ok, what if they say no, well there are quite a few and I'm quite certain that at least some of them will say yes, and as there is a lot of work to be done on each of them, it makes sense to "get on with it", as it were, right now and hope for the best.
Also, the main text of this blog, the end product of which is by no means small, is as yet incomplete. So, if you by any chance make it to the end, you will be disappointed. The thing is, that this has gone on for so long now, that I'm uploading this - even though it's incomplete - almost out of shame.
So, without further ado, you are about to find out at least the initial reason why this blog is so-named.
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You May Not Like This, But...
I asked myself what I would say to people I had never met, who are uninitiated, as it were, and
probably for valid reasons to them were opposed to my thoughts, feelings, beliefs, etc. When a
list began to emerge, the above phrase kept recurring. Hence the title.
During the course of reading what follows, you will find that this title was not chosen for nothing.
I have for clarity and your convenience, divided the subject matter into order of priority. There
was going to be an objections section, but I have decided to ditch this by virtue of the fact that
there are so many that even I can think of, let alone yourself, that progress would be impossible.
After all, there comes a point in life when all you can do is stick to the facts and tell it like it is.
Agreed? Good! So far... Early days yet, though...
Things you absolutely need to know right now:
1. You need to know what happened to me.
2. You need to know that this is not unique.
3. You need to know that this cannot be controlled or manipulated by anyone.
4. You need to know that this can and must happen to you.
5. You need to know that this can and must happen to eveyone.
Mind you, not that I'm laying the law down or anything...
Perish the thought.
At this point, I would like to make a big BIG request:
Even if you ABSOLUTELY HATE EVERYTHING that immediately follows, please read it right
through because I do assure you, it is worth it. Thank you.
Religion, Philosophy, Psycology, the Occult, or Self-Help. You decide.
On the day "it happened" it was beautiful. A glorious summer's day. I had left school at an
early age (15) so that I go to college to study business and industrial society. I was, on that
turn-key day, only about three weeks away from completing my first year of preparation study.
And I was, as you may readily appreciate, in the best frame of mind as could be expected.
But then, I happened to look to my left, and I saw something I had never seen before, nor have
I ever seen since.
The sky was falling.
This could only mean one thing.
The end of the world.
Understandably, you'll agree, I was a tad concerned.
I was not on college campus when this took place, but in the middle of the town square. The
reason I came to this apocalyptical conclusion was simple. My great grand mother, Gran to
everybody who knew her, was old and I do mean OLD. She was born during the reign of Queen
Victoria, only wore black and spoke to her children, grand children, great grand children and anyone else who waw within earshot, about the end of the world. She was, in short, enough to scare seven kinds of stuffing out of anyone. As a child, even the thought of a visit to Gran fair put the wind up me, I can tell you.
She paased away when I was about nine years old. That night, I was not allowed in the room
to see where Gran was, but when I heard everyone crying, I ran in. But before I could get far,
a woman then and now unknown to me, stopped me and told me, "Oh you can't go in there, love.
The angels are in there. They've come to take Gran to heaven" She was about one hundred
years old and that was my last memory of her. That day on the town square, her words leapt to
mind:
"When the end of the world comes, the sky will begin to fall."
It looked to me that this was literally happening in front of me. The clouds looked as if they were
propped up on the apexes of the roofs of the buildings. I was glad I was in the town where there
were so many buildings otherwise I might have been crushed.
There was only one course of action open to me in the circumtances:
Pray.
But where?
I mean, you can't just pray any old where, can you? Yes, I know you can, but at the time, it just
never occurred to me. I absolutely had to find somewhere appropriate to pray.
Well after all it was the end of the world! Now or never, sort of thing. Well anyway, after a
good look around I found what seemed to be the very spot. A church. Not just any old
church either. Saint E. It was the tallest building in town. Just the sort of place to be when
the sky was falling, then...
But on arrival, I was devastatingly disappointed.
After getting past the huge iron gates, I was to find that the doors were locked solid.
No praying today for you, my lad.
And at the end of the world as well! What would Gran say?
I sat on the steps of this great holy ediface, put my face in my hands and cried like a baby.
Now at this point, if you're still reading, that is, you must be thinking that this is about as
surreal as it gets. Well, my friend, that's where you're wrong. Because at this point, the story
goes to a whole new level of surreal.
Because this is where everything went dark.
And yes, someone spoke to me. Told you, didn't I?
"Hey, boy, you alright?"
"Eh? what?"
"I said, are you alright?"
I snapped my eyes open and my head back and there he was. Who, I don't know, but there you go...
You have to remember that this was a bright sunny day and I was sat down on the steps of the
town's Grand Holy Ediface. And standing in front of me, blotting out the sun was, well, this guy.
Nothing apocalyptical about him at all, really, just some guy. Oh yes, to retain some sense of
mystique, as his shadow was over me, I couldn't see his face.
"Look kid, I haven't got all day. Are you alright?"
"He won' let me in!" I was still crying a bit. More whimpering, really, like you do when someone stops you when you're crying.
"No, sorry kid. Can't. Vandals, see. We've had break-ins. Stuff taken, stuff broken. Not much you can do about vandals and all."
"No! no! no! You don't understand! He (pointing to the sky) won't let me in! It's the end of the world, and He won't let me in!"
"Eh? Oh! Religious, are you?"
"Me? Religious? Certainly not!" When I was in school, if you went to church or anything, it meant that you were a bit the other way, if you know what I mean.
"Well kid, you can't stay here. Don't know anything about the end of the world or anything, but for what it's worth, here's my advice. Calm down and go home. You see, when you get home, you can pray as much as you like."
I carefully considered the stranger's advice. And given the situation and the circumstances, it seemed reasonable. I decided to act on it.
"Well, ok then." I said, wiping my face.
He gave my a friendly hand up to my feet and politely but quickly escorted me through the great iron gates. I was on my way home.
I hoped I hadn't missed the bus. End of the world or not.
to be continued...
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