A Woefully Inadequate Letter to My Unborn Child


First and foremost, you need to know, YOU, in all your majesty and wonder were born of a rarified love.


Your Mother is a unique gem in the universe and you should thank your lucky stars every day that she gave birth to you. Through, with and by her you have won the lottery of birth and I genuinely hope that you appreciate that fact every day.


Your Sister is the embodiment of all that is great about your Mother. She is kind, caring, considerate, intelligent, hard working and beautiful. Someday you will realize the truth of these words.


Your Father, ME, pops, papa, dada whatever you want to call me. I am an opened can of worms who through your grace seeks to be a better man every day. You do indeed make me a better man and I strive to live up to that all important title; Father.

Your family spans the earth and you will meet them all in due course.

That being said there are a few things as we approach the day of your birth I want to let you know that I will demonstrate for you everyday in every possible way. So without further adieu, here we go;


Love is the most important thing in the world. The unbridled love and bond between family is indeed thicker than water and you should always remember that love is ALWAYS the answer and is ALL you need.


You are being brought into a world in turmoil. This fact will present itself to you in any number of ways on an omnipresent basis. There are countless though not insurmountable problems that face our planet those in turn mean that you must face. There are wars, droughts, famines, fires, sycophants and psychopaths and every scary thing that you are not yet able to imagine.

YET, and I mean this in every possible way; despite and in spite of the challenges that our species face you are being brought into a world of wonder and delight. With every sense you will feel the truth of this sentiment. You have a heart that pumps blood, a built in waste management system, lungs that process oxygen; capacities that so few people consider although you MUST.


For in these overlooked capacities lay the wonder of life. You have the ability to breathe, see, smell, touch, taste and hear and these are monumentally fantastic sensations. You have been given the blessed ability to think and oh how do I believe you will think (not like your crazy father but hopefully a little). Let’s hope you get your mothers brains and my looks.


As great as senses are you have been given the most powerful gift and weapon between those beautiful ears of yours, a brain, in which resides an invisible yet indomitably obvious treasure, a MIND. With this invisible promise of endless possibilities lay your ability to imagine, dream and explore every corner of thought. With this mystically beautiful tool you will fathom the understood and the misunderstood and you MUST NEVER allow someone to make your mind up for you. Entertain all thoughts. Entertain your mind and make it an endless revolution from which springs forth the ultimate blessing that you are. There is no greater entertainment, NONE, greater than that fantastically powerful tool, your mind. USE IT! Beat it, cajole it, caress it, ENTERTAIN IT. You’ll love me one day for these words.


You were conceived of love and your mission in this world is to repay that love with kindness, compassion, honesty, integrity, loyalty and service toward the betterment of our species.


There is no such thing as a bad thought, only bad actions. You will have bad thoughts just don’t act on them.


Do not kill although for me there are caveats to this.

Do not steal although there are caveats such as hunger.

Try not to lie.

Do not hurt people as much as possible.


The rest is up for grabs, truly.

HOWEVER you and YOU alone are the master of your destiny. You are not alone and never will be, WE will always be here for you, in good, bad and neutral BUT you must make your own choices and as much as possible choose wisely. If you don’t know ASK it is the greatest tool you have, the ability to say; I don’t know.


FACE in the context of the society in which you are being born is BULLSHIT. Respect is not. Honour your elders and your life.


YOU have been imbued with intelligence and intellect, emotional capacity, grace and beauty. It is YOUR duty to your family and YOURSELF to be the best version of you that you can be. It will not be EASY. It will not always be fun. But that, first and foremost is your duty. You have choices, you ALWAYS have choices, even when it seems dim and impossible, there is always a choice and they are yours to make. We can guide you toward the light but not necessarily keep you from the dark. We will make every effort as a family to support you, imbue in you the necessary skills for survival in a harsh world but the ultimate choice is yours, only yours.


Life does not come with an instruction manual AND even if it did I would not give it to you. Not out of malice but out of a genuine and incomparable love that you will only understand when you have a child of your own.


Sometimes it’s a bad day and you need to say FUCK IT.


Human beings, your mother, sister and I are not and NEVER will be perfect.


We are however perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect.


I am going to mess up more times than I care to admit in your life and indeed my own as my life has already shown me.


We all make mistakes, ALL of us make mistakes. The key to those mistakes is to learn from them. As you will soon be able to recognize I have a mathematical equation on my right arm the same colour as my eyes… e=mc2 .


I put it there because of it’s relevance to the power of thought and Einstein, the genius who created this equation said; “”Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” My beautiful child you will make mistakes, grand mistakes, enormous and sometimes life changing mistakes. Learn from them, internalize, analyze, explore and understand those mistakes –we only GROW, spiritually, mentally and consequentially through the mistakes we make. ALTHOUGH do not allow your mistakes to haunt you, control you or dismay you. Someday I will tell you the monumental mistakes I made that led me to your truly awe inspiring creation and you will see all mistakes are guideposts on the road of life AND more often than not you should take the road less travelled.


Try EVERYTHING once with only one caveat; if it hurts another human being I cannot command you not to do it but I can beseech you not to.


DON’T be an asshole, EVER. Even to jerks, miscreants, neurotics and narcissists. It is so much better to kill people with kindness, goodness, generosity of wealth and spirit.


Try food, experiences, do things that frighten you and make you uncomfortable. Be scared but not afraid. Be bold but not stupid. Collect memories not things although this very sick civilization you are being brought into will attempt to make you do the opposite. GO AGAINST THE GRAIN.


Stand out, you were born to be nothing less than FABULOUS and you are indeed just that. Live up to that truth. While it will be amazingly difficult to live up to that you need to recognize that you are not a clone, you are not a lemming, you are a unique and resplendent individual. Just because everyone else is doing it does not mean that you should. STAND up and be COUNTED. Make waves and if necessary tsunamis. Do no remain silent when injustice is being committed no matter the personal cost. Remain vigilant to the virtues that brought you into this world and the world and YOU will be better for it.

Play in the dirt. Ask questions like why is the sky blue! Ask all questions because there are no stupid questions only stupid answers. Love animals. Hug trees. Climb Trees. Stop to smell flowers. Acknowledge people on the street. Play good natured tricks on people. Know that there is no limit to what you can do, not the stars, not the laws of gravity, not your mother nor I, society, science, people; NONE; your only, ONLY, ONLY, limitation in the vastness of this universe is your own imagination. You can and will be ANYTHING you want, ANYTHING; so choose wisely. For the choice is yours. BE GREAT, that’s why you were born to BE GREAT. Though, remember fucking up can be a choice and sometimes it is the best choice.


Say YES but also know when to say NO. Sometimes you won’t know just remember this as a guideline, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
Life is NOT easy NOR should it be. All the best things in life are hard, require work, effort and passion. DON’T give up, DON’T give in, DON’T compromise your values and principles unless through personal growth you realize YOU were wrong. Move powerfully passed the temptation to live or revel in the past.

People are motivated by their own interests and instincts but are easily manipulated by forces that are both easy and difficult to explain. When you are older I will seek to address these truths with you.


People are as varied as there are colours you can see, sounds you can hear, smells you can smell, tastes you can taste and feelings you can feel. Seek out and keep near you GOOD PEOPLE. They are easy to know but not find. See through the blustery lens of other peoples opinions and look for the genuine goodness in peoples hearts. Jai Di!


Not their words, for words in the minds of the uninitiated are poor markers due to the fact that every one can use them but not understand them. Observe and pay attention to actions – for those ACTIONS are the true diamond in the rough of our existence.


Do not engage in petty gossip or conversation. I don’t mean small talk, rather like Eleanor Roosevelt said; “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”


NEVER let truth hurt you. The truth, THE truth is subjective not objective. FACTS, genuine facts, are objective while the truth is not. The truth is an ugly manifestation of an agenda that is rarely if ever readily apparent let alone centuries on. However, if the truth is starring you in the face, stare back and critically explore it. You are the master of your own personal truth and it will be a tricky, slippery and difficult slope – Don’t lie to yourself.


Do not hate people. Hate ideas. Frederick Douglass once said; “Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.” Hate is a basest non thinking response to ignorance. Do not be ignorant. Be informed. There is a great line that has stuck with me since I first heard it; “We salute the rank, not the man.” There is inherent goodness in everyone. Find that, celebrate it, honour it and believe me this will be difficult at times.


LIFE is not FAIR. It never has been and it never will be. Do not expect it to be. In fact do not expect as that is the root cause of disappointment. You will be challenged, aggrieved, lose and be cheated. Prepare yourself for this and know that no matter what you think, believe or know there will always be those that get ahead, do better, go further, faster, stronger due to circumstances beyond both their and your control. Life is not FAIR and this reality will be ever present in your life. YOU however can be fair, directed by principle and goodness – DO THIS and life will be as fair for you as is universally and according to KARMA possible. Remember KARMA is both a positive and negative force and it always comes back like a boomerang.


The television and indeed now the Internet have become bastions where truly the medium have become the message. The television is a one way medium, purpose built and designed to stupefy, to convince you to consume and to keep you from doing genuinely great things. Do not fall prey to this evil manipulative tool. The internet has such great promise, it is the great equalizer for all human knowledge. It is the reestablishment of the Library at Alexandria. HOWEVER, if you use it for cat memes and watching youtube videos of girls twerking you have been caught in the message of the medium. This is intentional, it is pervasive and it is evil. This is not to say that there is not enjoyment in these things BUT you must ensure that you do not allow as so many have to let these mediums hold dominion over you. Oscar Wilde stated that; “everything in moderation except moderation.” The internet and even the television have the power to educate, inspire and uplift and even to entertain, look for the first three and I promise you you will be entertained. DO GREAT THINGS. Be active not passive. Dance, Sing, Write, Create, Innovate – USE YOUR POWER.


KNOWLEDGE is power. In fact it is the only real power. People of ill intent will tell you money, gold or some other possession are power. They are not. Your intellect and the knowledge from which it stems are the ONLY REAL powers there are in this world. With KNOWLEDGE you can do anything you desire. YOU have the power WITHIN your mind. USE IT.


MONEY IS NOT REAL. It is a creation. Another evil manipulative tool used by powers so insidious and evil it will take decades for me to explain them to you. MONEY is a tool, a colourful piece of paper that by common delusion has taken on grandiose meanings in this world. Just like all human creations it can be undone by human actions and should be in your lifetime, perhaps your children. Do NOT, DO not, DO NOT pursue money – pursue passion and wealth beyond your wildest dreams will materialize not through magic but instead through hard work and dedication.


All present institutions that control our civilization are at their core EVIL. EVIL in that most, though not all, do not live up to the promise of their founding. The very notion that a corporation has the same rights as you but NONE of the responsibilities is morally and spiritually repugnant. Each of these insinuations praises their role but NONE, not one, appreciates that they are involved in an open slaughter of all species and a planet through a continued deleterious and usurious misreading of the man that codified the system. Collectivization of wealth will be the ultimate downfall and further – Earth is finite thus growth is finite which means the system although doing what it is deigned to do MUST fail. A house of cards, or one built on sand must inevitably fail.

I will openly admit to you here, I am not religious, nor is your Mother. Your sister believes in the Christian God due to a relationship with object permanence I can’t get into now. It is not my job to tell you what to believe but instead to introduce you to knowledge so that you can draw your own understanding. I have made no attempt to dissuade your sister nor will I or you.


My belief is based on what are currently believed to be the only objective truths; mathematics and science. I firmly believe that we are not alone in the universe and while religions will tell you that this is the proof of God I believe that the monotheists have been demonstrated wrong on countless levels. I can not due to my intellect say to you unequivocally that there is no God however I can tell you that it is statistically unlikely. Just as it is improbable we are alone in this vast, harsh and beautiful universe. I can point to any number of reasons that I object to the notion that we need a God or even why theists believe God to be great. For if we are in fact created in this Gods image – this god is vile, malevolent and wicked. All things we can explore as you grow – not to dissuade you but instead to show you another point of view.


You don’t require a god or a book to be your moral compass and if you do you should dig deep within and explore why you do. What need is being filled? What passion is being ignited? What question is truly being answered?

QUESTION EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. If an idea, thought or person cannot be questioned it is not worthy.


Remember good people show up. You will not have one hundred friends and you should consider yourself lucky if you have two.


This is woefully inadequate as a letter to you. I am woefully inadequate as a father but will do my best to ensure that no harm will come to you. I assure you that hell would be preferable to my wrath if someone were to hurt you, your sister or Mother. Your Uncles will also assure you of this fact in evidence. WE will be there for you in good times and bad. We will be there to pick you up and indeed pull you down at times. We will be there to scold you and praise you. WE WILL BE THERE.

I love you. WE love you. From the moment of your conception you were bathed in love. You will always be bathed in love and at times it will seem like that is not true. Believe me TOUGH LOVE is still love.

Woefully inadequate though this initial letter is, it is me, warts and all and I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU face to face.

From all of me, with love, humbleness and honour,

Your (anxious, excited and nervous) FATHER,


A.K.A. Sender D. MacLean







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Visions of Muses


From deep within the terrifying yet oft exhilarating infinite limits,


Of Escher labyrinths,

This lost and found boy;


A chosen light, stirred, awakened, ignited;

S C R eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee A M S upon shattered bone yards

Of rhetoric,

Meteoric echoes of a boy confined in a mans body;

Though not his own,

Not mine, not now, not ever;

I and I and I,

Beyond comprehension as

Concentric circles collide,

Like the infinite loops of the Typhon, reminiscent of oracles,



Non Omnis Moriar, Non Omnis Moriar,



Cerebus, as always,

Chuckles as Orthus orbits death,
“Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.””


Reluctantly as yet without possibility beyond the foretold,

Alpha to Omega , Beta to Theta,

Gamma and everything in between,

Immortality now, sound bytes at a time,

Selfies and facebook posts;

The rush of fools, errands, errant,

Living for the dying, despicable pawns, in a cosmic quandary,

Little boy lost,


Doing societal laundry.



Trailing backwards granted powers beyond omnipotence,

As strange fruit hangs from trees,

The hollowed out trunks of spirits subdued, blackened by soot,

While Mississippi burns and the ashes pure,

White like a forest of birch,

The touch of the divine.


Asphalts stained with progress and hotter than the sun,

Reveal devilish intents, malcontents and miscreants,

Pugilistic linguists portend of a cunning,

Whereby they knowingly, willingly, crazily,

Cut off their noses to spite their faces,

A pound of flesh no more nor less.


While Lamia plots her nine course meal,

Virgil awaits her intrigue,

Delectable feasts for the sins of the father

Are revisited on the kindred innocent,

With Harpies as footservants and wolves as maître ds’.


The Sirens call, serially,

Sailing me to the edges of a vile torment,

One that was created a moment before my consciousness,

Primordially secreted and passed on,

As I too have done; Realizing I am

Left in a rowboat,

Steering for the rocks,

Bubbling discontent like an effervescent pill,


Locked inside…



With a heralds cry,



Like a resounding vision,

In words, deeds and sensational vibrations,

Draws me near,

Pulls me, all of me,

I and I and I from the gauntlet,

Embraces every atom of my being,

And in that instant I understand,

The universal discourse,

Treatise and song,

That brought me back from the edge,

Void of reason,

Want or desire,

Other than the pure radiance and resplendence,

Of an authentic life,

Lived genuinely,


Choosing now to actively avoid the prison of my emotional suicide,

Instead practicing abstinence from it,

By being I and I and I,



s e r e n d i p i t y,

s e r e n i t y,

Love and L I G H T!

Sender D. MacLean


(Inspired by a good friend who gave me the following words; serendipity effervescent labyrinth abstinence rhetoric and the song)






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Emotional Suicide



Continuity of contemplations,

Yesterday gone by,

Catalyst of catapulting concentricity,

Like hell,

Only opposed,

For those seeming endless hours endured,

Tattered tears of troubled tears,

Reveal Hemingway’s hidden truth,


My invisible doppelganger sings out;

“The world breaks everybody;

And afterward,

Some are stronger in the broken places.”
Broken places,

The caves of dialogues with Plato,

Wherein shadows portend light,

And light seems a forgotten meme,

Like a vanished childhood memory;


Recaptured with the taste of a candy apple or cotton candy,

Or dirt;


Simplicity refined,

Ill defined and unwritten,

Until now.
Emotional suicides aside,

For now,

The cave dwellers,
I and I and I,

Elect to reemerge as chosen light,

For the light we have chosen,

I and I and I,

Seek clarity, knowledge of self(ves),

Nosce Te Ipsum,

To triumphantly engage,

In the most precious journey,


Let this cry ring out,

From broken soul



To broken souls,

This light is not the end of the tunnel,

But the tunnel itself,

Neither pessimism nor cynicism,

Can or will alter Sender revisited,

Rejuvenated, restored and improved.


Let these cries be perceived,

To all those searching,

Walking the daunting paths of Dante’s design,

Feeling entombed,

Dash forward, ever onward,

Tunnel and tunnel more,

Until this universal truth becomes as real for you,

As I and I and I.


Words can seem empty,

Feeble and pedantic,

Yet as I climb from this cavity of interminable despondency,

I and I and I stand witness(es),

Bold and humbled,

By the fire inside,

That is the light;

Emotional Suicide be damned,

And art on,

Whatever that art may be

For therein lay your (OUR) liberation,

And utter determination,
I and I and I’s art is simple,

An authentic life;

Non Omnis Moriar.

Sender D. MacLean


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And Gonzoism is Born

And the Duke said most of these words unto the unexhaulted, ridiculous and delusional human and High Duke of Raoul, the most silly, bishop of the beating, right hand of Lazlo and semi intelligent primate known as Sender D. MacLean;

I am a drunk drug riddled addict who lacks piety or benevolence although Non Omnis Moriar and as such I bequeath unto you these ten instructions that you may or may not follow at will as you choose and see fit in the pursuit and search for the fear.

You shall treat all, humans and non humans, with the same respect you yourself demand. Unless they are assholes or stupid which are sins and should be afforded every opportunity to slap them down to size as loudly as possible.

You shall constantly seek to improve yourself, not in measure to others, but to yourself, from one day to the next, you shall read, learn, expand your horizons and as such expand the same of those around you. You shall help all humans and non humans alike at every opportunity you can realizing that the only true crime in selfishness.

You shall live your life to the fullest, having bought the ticket (or perhaps more correctly having had it bought for you) it is incumbent upon you to take the ride, realizing that for every down an up will soon follow. And life, in the end, should be just one little drink better than it has been bitter.

Remember to keep holy all days that end in the letter Y, realizing that life is short and precious and must be enjoyed to the fullest extent allowed by the air in your lungs and the beating of your heart.

Honour Bourbon, Scotch, Beer and all distilled essences that are indeed the water of life knowing completely that it is and never will be enough until your heart stops beating. Especially important you must consume on every day that ends in Y and seek never to experience DT’s by ensuring that the blood in your alcohol system does not compromise your imbibing.

You shall not murder not because I said so but because it is the RIGHT FUCKING THING TO DO. Unless such a grievous crime is committed upon you such as Rape or Pedophilia in which case research, find and utilize the most grotesque and painful methods to punish those SICK BASTARDS.

You shall enjoy every carnal pleasure possible unless it causes harm to another species and is without consent. Otherwise FUCK, SUCK and LICK ON!

You shall not take that which does not belong to you UNLESS you are hungry, homeless OR are taking it from the rich as a means of redistributing their ill gotten gains through the sleeping portion for the betterment of man. It is and always has been a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

You shall not lie, unless of course, you’re getting paid to, as we all are, in which case realize everyone lies and when in Rome. “I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.”

You shall covet anything you want, so long as you don’t act on such covetous thoughts to the harm of another, unless of course it is the rich, ROB THOSE SONS OF BITCHES.

And the Duke continued to whisper in the earthly apostle Sender’s ear;

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”

Live my children, LIVE, use the mind you have been given to enrich your life and those around you, humanity and indeed the whole of the planet. Except for the politicians; FUCK THOSE vile hand slapping, baby kissing and candy stealing wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Remember in the end; “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”


Know without doubt, I will not ever return, save that in the exercise of these tenets and my spirit imbued in you my fear seeking jubilants, look for the decadent and depraved, find the fear and loathing, live this life so hard, so free, so wonderfully that in the end even the GRIM fucking REAPER himself will be scared to come collect you for the recycled cosmic stardust that you are.


FUCK NIXON and his new world order henchman Henry Kissinger.

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Prisoners of War


indoctrinate. (verb)

teach (a person or group) to accept a set of beliefs uncritically.

“broadcasting was a vehicle for indoctrinating the masses”

belief. (noun)

  1. an acceptance that something exists or is true, especially one without proof.

“his belief in extraterrestrial life”

  1. trust, faith, or confidence in (someone or something).

“a belief in democratic politics”

faith. (noun)

  1. complete trust or confidence in someone or something.

“this restores one’s faith in politicians”

  1. strong belief in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual conviction rather than proof.

“bereaved people who have shown supreme faith

critical thinking (noun)

the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgement.

“professors often find it difficult to encourage critical thinking among their students”

God (noun)

  1. (in Christianity and other monotheistic religions) the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority; the supreme being.
  1. (in certain other religions) a superhuman being or spirit worshipped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity.

Myth (noun)

  1. a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.

“ancient Celtic myths

  1. a widely held but false belief or idea.

“the belief that evening primrose oil helps to cure eczema is a myth, according to dermatologists”

fiction (noun)

  1. literature in the form of prose, especially novels, that describes imaginary events and people.
  1. something that is invented or untrue.prisoner. (noun)

a person captured and kept confined by an enemy, opponent, or criminal.

“the heroine was being held prisoner in a cave”

God did not make man

in His (a term I have objected to as long as I remember) image,

MAN made God in his and therein lay the largest AND

Most disconcerting question for our species,

As we attempt a great leap forward,

Through reason and thought –

Why do humans persist in believing in the Almighty,

Despite our collective evolution,

Of mind, body and spirit,

At the expense of an ever greater growth?

According to my Mother,

Whom I love dearly,

Who gave birth to me physically, and,

As importantly started my drive to read,

Analyze, understand and form my own thoughts,

Critically, with reason and evidence,

Hitler could be in her ‘Heaven,’

And I,

Though acknowledging I am flawed,

And a Good Person,

Imbued with personal ethics and morals,

Sets that you may call humanism,

Am going to ‘Hell,’

As I do not,

Can not,

Will not accept dogma as fact,

Supposition as evidence,

Or man made (key word MAN) words of an omnipotent tease,

Somewhere like a spirit in the sky.

I myself am, admittedly, delusional,

The chemical constructs of my mental defenses,

That since as early as five, have followed my daily advance,

At times with scorn, others with a tender heart,

But never, through personal or delusional interpretation,

Have they,

The Lost Generation, none more verbose,

Than Hemingway himself;

Instructed me,

To slaughter Harry Potter fans,

Or Dracula, or Hamlet,

Nor those that can not share in my delusions,

Due to their supposed normalcy.

By common agreement,

My delusions are my own,

And beyond my sharing them,

As a means of understanding with those that love me,

I accept that they are delusions,

I have been, though no longer am,

Medicated to treat the conditions,

By a doctor, who by study and analysis,

Concluded that my Hemingway and Company,

While real to me,

Very real indeed,

Are not to him, nor society at large

Thus society as a whole has deemed my delusions divergent,

Yet he who is without sin cast the first stone,

Pray tell (pun intended) the difference,

Between my deeply held, personally real hallucinations,

And the delusions which serve to feed them,

And your Gods?

To be fair,

To the billions strong myth chasers,

In reverse of critical thought,

Though I do not share your delusions,

I can not fault them,

Rather I can insist that the faculties of thought,

Allow we, sentient beings,

To entertain, without hesitation,

A thought we do not believe,

I have through measured effort,

Communed, imaginarily,

With God or Gods,

Man, woman and child,

Seeking to understand,

The benevolent charm of these unseen, all powerful,

Infinite wonders,

And time and again have come,

Through critical thought to the same conclusions.

I was raised in a culture of indoctrination,

Religious, political, economic and social,

Perhaps none so pervasive (and globally destructive),

As that of the monotheists,

In my case the first Abrahamic religions,

Exposed to, versed in and chapter aware,

Of Torah, Bible and Koran,

Unlike most victims of critical thought suppression,

I have read, page after page of each,

With an open mind and open heart,


Not by speaking to a snake or a burning bush,

That it is time to let MY people go,


Prisoners of war,

Since the moment GOD is forced upon them.

You see,

It may not be argued,

That the deeply held ‘personal’ beliefs,

In God, Christianity and the potential of an afterlife,

Are rammed down the throats of humans at ages,

That our minds are incapable of drawing necessary distinctions,


That these Foie Gras mythological force feedings,

Lead to a pervasive abstract object permanence,

Which, it seems to me,


Remains the only imaginary being to which we are subjected,

That the religious cling to,

Long after the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy,

Have passed into the realm of the imagined,

Not with scorn or spite,

But with the deep affection each deserve,

As children’s tales.


God persists,

In defiance of reason,

Whether Yahweh, God, Jesus or Allah,

Resultant from the constant barrage,

Impenetrable indoctrination that we are bequeathed,

By our parents,

Well intentioned to be sure,

Yet, in this passing down of mythological morals and ethics,

We are struck,

At an age irrelevant here,

Whereby we must individually decide,

What our personal truth is,

In spite of,

And indeed in the face of those we love,

Insane amounts of familial and peer pressure,

That shake many of us to our core.

I do not attack your belief,

Your faith, your religion, or your Gods,

Instead I cry out for your understanding,

Your critical thinking and your open mindedness,

I plead for you to apply the same faculties that cause you,

To go to a doctor when you are sick,

And call the police when there has been a crime,

Both events that would not even require a moments thought,

For you to engage in actions appropriate to your experience.

While I bemoan the insane selectivity of your following,

I do attack what has been done in the name of religion,

The name of your Gods,

Those that have enslaved the beautiful minds of your children,

With your tacit approval,

They have become without question,

Prisoners of war,

And I hope as we progress collectively,

That they, your children,

In the name of your Gods,

Do not become killed or missing in action.

I raise my eyes to the heavens,

Also known as outer space,

The universe,

From this spaceship Earth,

Our blue marble,

One of billions potential in that great yet unknown,

And pray to logic, reason, rationale and critical thought,

That God will,


Sender D. MacLean

Writers Note:

This piece was inspired by the following prompt from a friend, the prompt as follows below;

“a main sewage back-up: invading, infecting, shit (u thought u were rid of) returns along with everybody else’s in the area. It’s not your fault but floor covering, lower walls, and possessions have to be removed to avoid mold and disease. Life and home are in upheaval… replacements to come as you can afford them?”

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Carbon is 4EVER!

GENOCIDE is forever!

Are you a Rhodes Scholar?

Or merely a consumer?

Bigger is better,

Monopoly is best, right?

For men conceived,

A perfect plan,

A conspiracy,

Where not only did they pass go,

Collect billions of dollars,

And never go to jail;

They were celebrated,



And called gentlemen.

A contemptible beast,

Of imperial glory,

For Queen and Country,

More like pounds, of silver and gold,

Scarring maps and landscapes,

Pillaging and raping,

Not just the physical but mental,

Enslaving millions,

While enriching and enshrining your place,

In a vile history,

And dastardly future which persists to this day,

Devoid of obvious truths,

Of chopped off hands,

Cut out tongues,

Repression, suppression and untimely death.

The four C’s,



Clarity, and,

C A R A T.

But for the victims,

There was and is no carrot,

Only stick.

“the intensity of the internal and external reflections of white light to the eye from a diamond or other gem in the face-up position.”


“ability of a diamond to disperse white light into the rainbow colors of its spectrum.”



“is the word used to describe a quality aspect of brilliance historically referred to as the diamond’s “life.”


Take over,






Scorched earth policy,

Take it all,

Kill everything and everyone,

That gets in your way,

It’s the imperial style,



Without hesitation,

For the lives of ‘chattel.’


The hard rains fall,

Returning to the earth,

The crimson tide,

Of the blood that is on your finger,

Try though you may,

You cannot wash from your hands.






Though without an inkling,

To the evident history,

That brought you just one more piece,

Of a much larger design,

Proudly worn by you,

A symbol of all that is iniquitous and filthy,

In this world in which we live,

A legacy displayed,


By the duped the world over,


How many diamonds stockpiled in this one building alone?

Just one in the cabal,


and nefarious syndicate.



It is forever,




Of Imperial and Diamond fame,


Founder of De Beers,


As all Robber Barons do,

The dwindling value of owned commodity,

A new putsch was born,

A scam,

A conspiracy,

First to control all diamond mining,



Then to create, out of nothing,

Like money,

A market of ill informed,


Manipulated consumers,

Of the absolute need,

For a generally worthless bobble,

As a manifest destinies symbol,

Of love sweet love,

From a river of blood.

Yet herein,

Women the world gasp aghast,

But diamonds are a girls “best friend,”

Beautiful and a sign of love,

A filial trinket passed down through time,

With nary a concern for the lives shed,

All in the name of love,

(though not the love you think),

Rather the love of power, wealth, status, fame,



Begets Monopoly,

Begets monopoly,

More is never enough,

Who funded this young mans conquest?

A question I leave to you,

Why fund this tyrants conquest?

A question I leave to you,

Follow the money it never lies.

By the end of his life,

Rhodes controlled ninety percent of production,

Of that relatively worthless piece of carbon,

Locking up in vaults,

Mass quantities of diamonds,

And again a failing empire,

Death throes in it’s midst,

Went to war and threatened,

The interests of the Right Honourable Cecil Rhodes,


As all great robbers do,

Got into a shoot out,

Financing, supplying and fighting,

Against his own country,

To protect the not so rare gem,


All wars are bankers wars.

Though not quite a monopoly,

Not just yet,

Rhodes had competition,

And as we know,

That is a sin,


Only after death,

Did his monopoly become complete,

As another well financed, well healed tyrant,

Solidified the worldwide supply AND demand,

For DeBeers,

Mr. Oppenheimer,

Financed by whom?

Ernest indeed knew,

The necessity,

To increase demand,

And reduce supply,

Stating plain for all to see;

“common sense tells us that the only way to increase the value of diamonds is to make them scarce, that is to reduce production.”

As propaganda became common place,


Of basest human desires,

As earlier written about and demonstrated,

Where Edward Bernays,

Laid out the plain to infiltrate, manipulate AND,

Indeed control,

The modern age of advertising born,

Where fear could not be used,

Desire is always best.




“create a situation where almost every person pledging marriage feels compelled to acquire a diamond engagement ring.”

To give a ring,

Had since medieval times been,

A standard for true love,

Yet, before World War Two,


Had been solely the domain of the rich,

Less than ten percent buying this symbol of glittering death,

DeBeers knew this was no way,

To rob and steal,

And set about proving,

Shortly after the war,

“A diamond is forever.”

Contrived by monopoly,

Delivered by the advertising age,

DeBeers succeeded where few had before,

Like Snake Oil Salesmen,

Or preachers calling for your leap of financial faith,

They realized,

Monopolized and materialized,

That the product was ancillary,

Not even secondary,

The real money,

Was in the idea,

Selling to the masses,

A relatively worthless C,

But the idea that it represented eternal love.

How many boys and girls,

Daughters and sons,

Husbands and fathers,

Mothers and wives,

Have given their lives,

Shed their blood,

On fields so far away,

They are never seen, less considered,

So you could show off,

That literally priceless trinket,

On your finger.

If it be true,

This idea,

This notion,

This marketing campaign,

That this brilliant fire,

Represents love,

I wonder,

As Shakespeare;

“All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

Blood is temporary,

But carbon,

is forever.

Same old bag of tricks,

new lies…



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“Education is teaching our children to desire the right things.”


“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”


“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”


“Read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goest out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”

Victor Hugo

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”

Mark Twain

“It’s an universal law– intolerance is the first sign of an inadequate education. An ill-educated person behaves with arrogant impatience, whereas truly profound education breeds humility.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”

Albert Einstein

“Education is a system of imposed ignorance.”

Noam Chomsky

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone.”

This piece is a continuation from…








Mid Sixteenth Century,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”

Call me Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist,

Call me what you like,

But there is,

If you choose to see it,

A mountain of evidence that proves,

As Marx stated;

“The ideas of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas, i.e. the class which is the ruling material force of society, is at the same time its ruling intellectual force. The class which has the means of material production at its disposal, has control at the same time over the means of mental production, so that thereby, generally speaking, the ideas of those who lack the means of mental production are subject to it. The ruling ideas are nothing more than the ideal expression of the dominant material relationships, the dominant material relationships grasped as ideas.”

It is plain to see,

That once our masters,

OUR masters,

Had control over global finance,

Thus the desecration of any earlier creation,

The sovereign nation,

Again a replacement of an earlier paradigm,

The religious one,

That they had control over the physical means,

Of ALL production,

Yet, a substantial piece of the puzzle was missing,

That would further enshrine their wealth,

Requiring a fundamental reshaping,

Of the way that we are bread,

To think, or lack thereof,

More to obey,


To infiltrate, destroy, redesign and reshape,

The spirit, principles and delivery of education.

It is perhaps,

The highest duty,

Of all humans to be informed,

And giving credit where it is due,

My parents imbued me with a delicate mind,

Instructing it to be filled,

At a very young age,

With a voracious appetite for knowledge,

Page after page,

Book after book,

Day after day,

Year after year,

My best friends were and still are the worn pages,

Of books many would not even know,

Let alone read,

The subtle time worn stain,

The faint aroma of those perplexed, uplifted,

Embroiled and entertained before me,

Names like Plato and Aristotle,

Interspersed with Machiavelli and Hegel,

Characters like Sherlock and Dorian,

Mingling with Santiago and Raoul Duke,

Each presenting the opportunity,

For my mind,

Actively to expand horizons,

In search of ever greater new ones,

Not just for myself,

But for all.

A real education,

Not promised me,

Nor any of us,

But enforced, by my parents,

That lit the flame,

Fanned it,

And watched me roar.


As I revisit the past,

With a mind matured and also ravaged by time,


As self evident now,

I realize beyond a shadow of a doubt,

And certainly outside the reach of some stuck in Plato’s Cave,

That the machinations of true power,

Have conspired to control the spiritual and mental means of production,

Creating chainless minions,

Unaware slaves,

Through magnificent efforts reaching back,

At least a century or more,

When those same powerful creatures,

In elegant rooms,

In order to perpetuate and consolidate their power,

Forced upon the unaware, or worse uncaring,

A purpose built system to invisibly dominate minds,

From the earliest ages,

Inside the institutions known as elementary and secondary schools,

A system of vile and vicious propaganda,

Established to ensure that the means of production,


Not only did not question, would not question,

BUT, could not question,

As the erosion of critical thought ensured,

That you would; “look, listen, kneel, pray,”

At the alter (spelling intended) of consumption,

While mindlessly promoting their wealth,

Celebrating it,

Coveting it,

As moment by moment you gave way,

To a well oiled plan.

And, as the Bard would say,

Herein lay the rub;




Greek and Late Latin,




Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”

A beautiful and noble goal that,

To promote welfare,

Through generous donations,


In purpose and practice,

The age old idea of charity,


Like all institutions,

Been corrupted,

To engage in the spread of ideas and practices,

Contrary to the public good,

And instead,

As facts in evidence prove,

To deepen the stranglehold,

Of a very select few.

Until recently,

The Vatican,

The Holy See,

That great institution, (tongue in cheek)

The Roman Catholic Church,

Had a prominent and indeed almost monopolistic control,

On systems of education throughout the world, let alone every Sunday,

Only partially dismantled after world war two,

And like those who follow herein,

Pays no tax maintaining,

That their mission is;

“to promote the teachings of Christ.”


Pray tell,

The Crusades,
Eleventh to Thirteenth Century

The Wars of Religion,

Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries,

Second Sudanese Civil War,

1983 – 2005,

The daily ongoing in all but name forced proselytization,

Of various people the world over,

Is this what the man or myth would answer to the question,

What would Jesus do?

But to name a few more;

Rockefeller Foundation (Standard Oil)

“Promoting the well-being of humanity around the world.”

Ford Foundation (Ford Motor Co.)
To receive and administer funds for scientific, educational and charitable purposes all for the public welfare.”

John A. Hartford Foundation (Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea)

“It is necessary to carve from the whole vast spectrum of human needs one small band that the heart and mind together tell you is the area in which you can make your best contribution.”

W.K. Kellogg Foundation (Kellogg Cereals)

“We believe that one measure of a society is the importance it places on the optimal development of all of its children. We envision a future and a society where every child thrives, and we invest in areas to advance that vision.”

Carnegie Corporation (Carnegie Steel)

“ to promote the advancement and diffusion of knowledge and understanding.”

Alfred P. Sloan Foundation (General Motors)

“believes that a carefully reasoned and systematic understanding of the forces of nature and society, when applied inventively and wisely, can lead to a better world for all.”

Moody Foundation (W. L. Moody’s oil, realty, newspapers, and bank holdings)

“to benefit in perpetuity present and future generations of Texans.”

Lilly Endowment (Eli Lilly Pharmaceuticals)

“exists to support the causes of religion, education and community development. The Endowment affords special emphasis to projects that benefit young people and promote leadership education and financial self-sufficiency in the nonprofit, charitable sector.”

Howard Hughes Medical Institute

“advance biomedical research and science education for the benefit of humanity.”

Pew Memorial Trust (Sun Oil Co. or Sunoco)

“is driven by the power of knowledge to solve today’s most challenging problems. Pew applies a rigorous, analytical approach to improve public policy, inform the public and invigorate civic life.”

Endowments aside,

These very few ‘tax exempt foundations,’

Not to mention our Universities,

MANY more hidden behind page after page of illusion,

With noble goals and purported idealistic aims,

Served two much more important aims,


To protect and indeed advance the fortunes of a very select few,

And if not more importantly, as money is just a fiction,

To seek, design, implement and control the minds,

From the earliest ages possible,

Of the means of production,


Don’t believe me;

Think of the McDonald’s Happy Meal,

The principle is the same.

As earlier demonstrated,
Words have meaning,

Some understood by all,

Others coded instructions,

Secret directions,

And ominous predictions.

In a delicate move of evil genius,

These same men,

Robber Barons to their core,


That the general public,

Already devoid of will,

And increasingly intellect and the ability to question,

Opened the doors of their secret halls,

Presenting to Carol Quigley,

The keys to the proverbial kingdom,

Minutes of the Tax Exempt Foundations,

An understanding which would become the basis for Tragedy and Hope,

A direct, substantiated and nefarious cabal,

Giving direction and instruction where necessary,

Worse where required,

As in the masterfully created wars,

Knew that the minds were needed, as early as possible;

Welcome the International Bureau of Education,

“Its aims were to centralize documentation related to public and private education, to take an interest in scientific research in the educational field, and to serve as a coordinating centre for institutions and societies concerned with education.”

A private foundation,

At the end of World War Two,

Integrated into the International system,

Absorbed by the United Nations,

Through UNESCO.

Such a tangled web,

Impossible here to fully weave,

Foundation after foundation,

Private family and endowment trusts,

All working toward,

A series of control, social,

Engineered to promote and protect,

The endgame of the perversely wealthy elite,

This included,

Though you may be aghast,

Nazi eugenic experimentation,

That may enable the breeding of ‘superior men,’

Psychiatric experiments,

Guarded by Rockefeller (Standard Oil) paid goons,

We speak off the destruction of the Jews ill fated,

Yet never of the cause of their demise.

Further research in Canada, McGill University,

Vile experiments with Dr. Ewen Cameron,

Those that first started me down this rabbit hole,

Of researching and attempting to understand,

Exactly how the machinations of collective suppression work,

At seventeen I began to question,

Absolutely everything I had been taught,

In school, in books, from history,

Realizing that truly one of the spoils of war,

Was the ability to control the future,

By controlling the past,

Orwell was and IS right.

I have written,

Time and again,

Of the wholesale destruction of thought,

The abject perversion of the human condition,

By those who benefit from it’s slaughter,

For years,

I have waged war,

With myself, my beliefs, the things I thought I knew,

And the world into which I was born.

Am I still Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist?

Or the pebble at the precipice of the water,

Wishing nothing more than to create,

A perpetual tide of concentric circles?


Pray tell,

Do we refuse to see,

Or more apropos,


Refuse to see,

That there is a definite link,

Between the control of debt,

The duplicitous practices of the Internationalists,

That have robbed you of friend and supposed foe,

Hegel to the death;

The fall of sovereign states,

The decrease in critical thinking,

The rise in consumption,

The massive dumbing down of one and all,

And then further refuse to question,

Who does this all benefit –

Follow the money!

It is not the 1%,

It is the 0.0000074%,

As Fitzgerald,

One of my daily delusions maintains;

“The rich are different from you and me.”

And they are,

Even though you refuse to see,

For to them,

You are not even a pawn,

But a single atom, of a molecule,

Of a pawn,

And your resistance,

Despite their attempts to convince you otherwise is not futile,

The truth is out there,

Your liberation is within your grasp,

Will you take it,

I call not for a revolution with blood in the streets,

I call for an awakening,

Knowing that our TRUE power,

Is not within their institutions,

Of mind control and social engineering,

IQ and Standardized test,

But in our hearts and in our minds.

Will you open your hearts and minds,

Awaken to the realities around us,

Or march, slowly,

One day at a time,

Born for the dying?

“The truth is stranger than fiction.”
Hunter S. Thompson

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