Venus and The Crescent Moon: A Poem

November 7, 2021 at 10:13 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, Poetry, The Supernatural) ()

Walking
Walking in the darkness of night
How did it get to be so dark
at 6 PM at night?

It didn’t seem it was so dark at 6 PM last night
That’s because it wasn’t
Memories suddenly hit him
This morning was the change back
From daylight time
To standard time.

No wonder it was so dark at 6 PM
He sat on the park bench at the top of the hill
The one that overlooked the river
He looked up at the night sky
The last pinkish golden embers of twilight and dusk
Were fading, fading, fading
Before they were finally swallowed by the black hole of night.

In the southwest sky he could fairly see planet Venus and the crescent moon shining brightly
Planet Venus worshipped by so many ancient cultures and civilizations
Venus- some even had a calendar based on her movements
Just as others had calendars based on movements of the sun and moon.
Venus- mysterious, venerated, worshipped.
Venus the planet that represented the goddess of erotic love in so many different ancient cultures.
Venus the goddess of erotic love
Who often dallied with the god of war
In so many ancient cultures.

The crescent moon
Symbol of the Middle East
The crescent moon
Pictures of Isis
were often depicted
with the Crescent Moon
Above her head and crown
Just as the Crescent Moon
was depicted underneath the feet of Mary
who was wearing a crown of the sun and 12 stars
Based on the image of the Woman in
The Apocalypse Book of Revelation Chapter 12
Two women
Two different locations for the Crescent Moon
Crescent Moon above Isis’ head
Crescent Moon below Mary’s feet
Isis vs. Mary, Mary vs. Isis,
Antichrist vs. Christ, Christ vs. Antichrist

Two Queens of Heaven
One acclaimed Queen of Heaven
By the priests of savage pagan religions
Who sacrificed their children
The other acclaimed Queen of Heaven
By the eternal High Priest
Her own Son
Who was also the Eternal Sacrifice

Crescent Moon and Venus
The only two lights seen in the sky
For no stars had appeared in the twilight sky yet.
No sooner had he thought that
Then 4 stars suddenly appeared
popping up in magical sequence
1, 2, 3, 4…
like 4 different lights
Suddenly being turned on
One after the other.

If his friend George F. had been there
Who noticed that he seemed to be caught
in a loop of unusual happenings
He would have asked him,
How did you do that?
You notice there are no stars in the sky
And when you do so,
4 stars suddenly turn on like lights
One after the other.
I have no idea,
He would have answered.

George F. would have looked off to the Void for an answer,
And being a Void, would have answered nothing.
The still small voice of God
That the narrator looked for
which had been stiller and smaller and more silent
In this time- his second time of homelessness
Would likewise remain silent
Until that Voice chose not to
But so far that Voice had not done so.
The Voice was still and small and silent
As Job noted as he sat under skies of desolation
And as Jonah noted as he lay in the belly of the great fish.

The sky was clear
Nothing surrounded
Venus and the Crescent Moon
The man looked down at the river below
And the houses that sat along the banks of the river.
One of the houses he had noted before
It reminded him of a Maine sea captain’s house
A large house built in Maine by a retired sea captain
It was a house grand and big and glorious
And full of large windows
Letting in great beacons of light
The same way lighthouses at the world’s mighty ports
Guided the ships he had commanded to safety.

But the large house that the sea captain had built in Maine
Upon his retirement
Soon came to be haunted by ghosts
Ghosts of people he had once met
In the great port cities of the world.

Why was this retired sea captain’s house in Maine
haunted by ghosts?
Why were the souls of people he had met in the great port cities of the world coming to his house to talk to him?

He did not know the answer
For he had not read that tale.
In fact that tale had never been written.
It was a story that had come to him
When he was a teen ager
And he had thought someday
He’d write that story.

But he forgot that tale in his mind.
And never ever thought it again
Until he was out walking in the park below this hill one day
And saw the house.
And the house looked exactly as he had pictured
And imagined it in his teen-aged mind.
The retired sea captain’s house in Maine
Haunted by the ghosts of people
He had met
In the great port cities of the world.

The tale not yet written
A tale to be written
At least that story
Had a gentler form of the supernatural.
Ghosts.
Souls of the dead still confined to this earth for some reason.

This actual world he lived in now had more malevolent creatures than ghosts.
It had demons and zombies.
Demons who controlled the minds of pharmaceutical companies, governments, the mainstream media and technocracy worshipping bureaucrats and so-called experts.
Demons who whispered, “Follow the science”
And the science that was to be followed
Was that of Faust and Frankenstein.
A science of the dead, a science of the dark and a science of the divine emptied of all that was truly Divine.

And zombies.
Zombies who followed all that the demons said.
Zombies who were once human.
Zombies who were once his friends.
Zombies who were once his enemies.
Zombies who were once his relatives.
But now zombies.

He took another look at Venus and the Crescent Moon.
Venus seemed to be sending out flames of fire
At the Crescent Moon
And the Crescent Moon
Slowly became strands of pale pinkish blood red.

A dark cloud in the form of a Kraken moved in
And the tentacles of the Kraken
Moved around the Crescent Moon
First embracing
And then choking
And then strangling the Crescent Moon
Until the Crescent Moon was no more
Swallowed by the giant Kraken of cloud.
Then the Kraken turned on Venus
Venus who had once proudly shot fiery flames
At the Crescent Moon.
Venus too was swallowed by the giant Kraken of cloud.

Then a plane proudly rose in the sky above
This aerial combat display of Venus, Crescent Moon
and giant Kraken of cloud.
Like a vehicle driven by Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos
Self-proclaimed god men who say they are above all
Above Venus and Crescent Moon and giant Kraken of cloud,
Above the earth and above other men
and above the God of Gods.
The plane then seemed to vanish into nowhere
As if it were swallowed into a darkness
Of the god-men’s own making.

The man rose and began his walk home
Home to the home that wasn’t his own
But twas his home for now.

In these dark times he realized that he was his own hero
And as Jungian mythologist and folklore analyst
Joseph Campbell once noted,
The hero faces his task alone
And he the hero
Of this thousandth and oneth night
must do the same.

But as he walked this path alone,
He wondered,
Where was that still small voice of God?
And where had David lain those stones and sling
with which he had slain that giant Goliath?

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 7th 2021.

31 Comments

  1. Marlapaige said,

    Wow, the imagery in this is exquisite!

  2. Judy Kim said,

    Christopher, your poem is impressive, layered with quiet, intelligent perfection. I’m so sorry about what’s happening in your life and in the world too, but it’s like you’re able to take the pain and make a pearl out of it. I like how you linked the oppositional use of crescent moon imagery/stars between Isis and Mary. Catholics have so many pagan traditions strongly woven into their concept of Christianity. I was raised Protestant and we disliked the worship of Mary (praying to her and the saints instead of to God directly). I left Christianity but find myself returning to it, i find it beautiful and comforting (at least the New Testament). I view Jesus as the way to God because he revealed the answer. I value his message of transcending death through forgiveness and unconditional love “Forgive them for they know not what they do”. I view the Bible stories as both actual legends combined parables inspired by God but they’re imperfect because they were written by humans with imperfect understanding and perhaps unconscious motivations.

    It upsets me that they messed with your housing. I don’t know how fundraisers like Gofundme or the other sites work, but I keep thinking you could and should make a living from your writing. Can you look into fundraising or monetizing your blog? I have no idea what that entails. I’m in a mess too, might have to relocate soon if I’m fired for not getting jabbed, and I won’t let them hurt my son either. I hate commie CA now. Life feels so uncertain. I’ve had to couch surf a few times and it’s hard to not foresee a stable future but those times also heightened my spiritual connection to God. From all our WP comments I can see that you are connected, I would take the appearance of stars as a hug from God to you. I will pray for you my friend. 🙏❤️

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thank you so much for your wonderful comment, Judy. 🙏🏻❤

      Yes, Jesus seems to be the Rock against the evils of this world.

      I did try to fundraise on GoFundMe when I lived in Vancouver but sadly that didn’t seem to work out.

      I’ve thought of monetizing my blog but I wonder if you have to have a paid WP account to do that.

      I’ve been thinking a lot about and praying for you and your son, Judy.

      Loss of employment and loss of income are terrifying prospects.

      And the jabs are more terrifying.

      I’ve been wondering where you’d be able to go if you do leave California.

      Maybe move to one of the red states as opposed to the blue states?

      Anyways, I’m praying for you and your son, my friend.

      Thanks again for your lovely comment. 🙏🏻🤗

  3. George F. said,

    We connected through the Void last night as I too gazed upon the crescent moon with a twinkling Venus making it look like a Russian flag. What are the odds?

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      That’s interesting, George.

      I wonder if Russia will soon make a major geopolitical move on the world stage in the future.

      • George F. said,

        I just pulled up an image of the Russian flag. OMV, it was nearly identical. Your eyes and mine landed on the same celestial image…

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        That is very interesting, George.

        If Russia undertakes some major geopolitical move in the next few days, you and I would have seen it coming in some sort of Jungian synchronistic intertwined consciousness vision.

      • George F. said,

        Wow

      • George F. said,

        Jungian synchronistic intertwined consciousness vision….Imma gonna use that phrase to describe Paul’s head hopping…when a get’round to it…

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Looking forward to the next chapter. 🙂

  4. monimonikablog said,

    thank you for this bittersweet poem Christopher. still keeping my fingers crossed for you.

  5. Paola K said,

    Beautiful poem Christopher. Powerful and deep, and sad indeed, but with a spark of light. I saw the light, the voice of God came through your poem. Take care 🙂

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thank you, Paula. 🙂

      It’s wonderful to hear that the light and the voice of God came through this poem.

  6. Hetty Eliot said,

    Really beautiful poem and ideas. I too was looking at that moon and Venus yesterday. I recently got a medal of Our Lady of Guadalupe. One time there was a crescent moon in the dusk and then a low-flying jetliner came by, but I couldn’t get my phone out in time to take the photo. It would have been a great sickly ironic version of the islamic crescent moon and star.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, I love the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe crushing both the crescent moon and the serpent under Her feet.

  7. Aishwarya.K.G said,

    Beautiful writing as always! The comment thread makes me think you’re going through some sort of housing issue; I hope your situation gets better and works in your favour.

  8. Jennifer Vasquez said,

    Very beautiful.

  9. Hyperion said,

    Indeed, a poem of many layers stacked one upon the other, short stories like those of The Illustrated Man. You give us a rich glimpse into the past when ancient wisdom elevated humankind to its grandest height and when darkness came and took away our sight. You open that door just enough for us to see and to know that the second coming of night is here, and tho we will all suffer unspeakable fear and degradation, there is the light of faith that is obscured but never extinguished.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Your analysis is spot on, Daniel my friend.

      • Hyperion said,

        I felt it, Chris. The ancients would have read the stars with equal trepidation. The rise of middle earth’s minions shall shake the foundations of Solomon’s temple.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, gnomes and leprechauns are being trained at an archery camp in Switzerland by Chiron the centaur to shake the foundations of Solomon’s Temple.

        Preparations for the battle are already beginning.

        The only one caught with his pants down is Joe Biden in the midst of a self inflicted diaper shortage.

        That Built Back Better supply change wasn’t built so darn good after all.

      • Hyperion said,

        Sadly, you document the current state of affairs with amazing clarity.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Thank you, Daniel. 😀

      • Hyperion said,

        Most Welcome, My friend.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        🙂

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