Truth is not subjective. Contrary to the lies of the psycho-babble ridden elite; there are in fact universal truths and concrete truths. It is the perception of mankind that is subjective. Truth is unchanging. It just gets obscured, hidden, revealed, or disseminated according to the perception of the bearer.

And, in a society that is content with the lies that have been for so long handed down to them by a government wishing to chain us all to indentured servitude— and the media who is not only complicit in the lies, but helped to manufacture them— We can expect that the truths we hold to be self-evident will on occasion be sullied with the compliance of silence.

By the way folks, if you haven’t figured it out by this point, you really aren’t paying attention.  I’m a total stream of consciousness, zero filters, and madness as it flows, kind of performer and writer. Being forced to wear a self imposed death shroud of political correctness is an utter affront to my very existence. So, if you show up where I am and I am in a torn up monk’s robe and Bat man underpants; expect to be mildly offended.  And when you pick up a collection of my thoughts, expect not to like everything you read.  I’m just sayin’.

There comes a time in the life of every adult, when they must assess who they are; where they are going; what it is they have done; where they have been; and most importantly: to whom did they make it matter?

As you listen to me during a show or read my musings, you will always be forced into a decision.  I will manipulate you into deciding whether to be horribly offended and walk away, never to cast a shadow over my table again; or suck up the oversensitivity and listen to the little truths I offer.

I will reveal personal and seemingly private things about myself, my life, and my own nature to every person dropping a tip into my jar, because only by revealing myself to you can I expect you to open yourself to the possibility that I might just have a little bit of knowledge for you to absorb.  And the humor I try to inject into every demonstration is to ease the tension of the uncomfortable sense of introspection I demand in return.

If you are agreeing with EVERYTHING I say, then you are easily swayed and aren’t really looking at what I say objectively.  If you are disagreeing with EVERYTHING I say, ten you are likely not very open minded and have formulated a blanket opinion of me based on one or two things you read.

“The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”  (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone)

“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.” (Flannery O’Connor)

“A truth that’s told with bad intent, Beats all the lies you can invent.”  (William Blake, Auguries of innocence)

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More articles like this can be found in: 

Now That We Have Established That We Are Mad…: Poems, Pondering, and Pen Drippings (Mind And Madness)

I believe there is a god.  More accurately, I believe there is an energy that is at the core of creation.  I will expound on that later.   Our bodies are temples that house the essence of Life. Whether we choose to call it a soul, a spirit, a psyche or something else does not matter. There is an essential spark of energy within each and every one of us and that energy can be expressed through meditation, hymns, adherence to ritual or even acts including “darker” sexuality. But there are certain things that are morally reprehensible and intellectually inexcusable.  And I am here to tell you the difference.

No matter how we choose to express that energy within us, we must remember that the body is the vessel that takes us to the next level of learning. It is the ship that houses the captain of our soul’s evolution. The soul in turn receives its orders from the admiral of the Universe, which some may call God, Allah, the Goddess or simply the Creator.  

I have tried and tried, but I just cannot reconcile in myself, the views of the complete atheist.   If there is no creator force in the universe, then there is no creator force within the self. If the spirit, the soul, and the spirituality of man do not exist or have no reason to exist, then there is nothing beyond this existence to which we can aspire. If there is nothing to which to aspire, then there is no reason to worry about silly things like honor, principle, justice, good, evil, right, or wrong. 

If we are merely accidents of the universe, then there is no purpose to living beyond existing.  If we are merely the progeny of ancient apes, then we are not special in any way.  If we are just drifting through the universe on a big water covered rock, then there is no order or pattern to anything.  There is therefore no accountability for our actions.

If all of this holds true, then there is also no purpose to right, just, honorable, or loving action. What a waste then, human existence really is. We can go about raping, pillaging, plundering, murdering, and mutilating anyone we want with no fear of reprisal.  Even the law can’t stop us if we are “clever enough to hide it,”

That is why so many seek to stop the rest of us from believing there is a god.  They proselytize their Atheism to the rest of us or sue us for expressing our non-Atheism.  They just don’t get the full concept of “Freedom of expression”.

Note that all of this is just one man’s opinion.  I am not seeking to tell anyone what to believe. I will outline my general feelings on matters of religion and the spirit here, but I will go into real depth toward the end of the book.   You will get a pretty fair dose of my spiritual opinion and feeling.  But to truly understand all of the tiny little patterns that make up my way of thought on that, you would have to know me personally and converse with me directly.  Since that is impractical, perhaps I will make myself available for the third degree a bunch of you will want to give me, in the future.

But for now, suffice it to say that I already anticipate the questions as to how I can sit here and contradict myself about “live and let live,” then tell you I’m going to explain a thing or two.  It is not a contradiction at all.  I spent the entire foreword of this text telling you that it is all just opinion. We will start with my opinion on existence itself.

To begin with, it really does not matter to me whether you believe that we sprang from a galactic pool of single-celled organisms, came from a great spiritual plane, or were put here like rats in a maze by some alien race.

The fact is that we were created, we do exist, we are all here, and we are all quite similar in our being. The fact that we exist at all is far more significant than why or how.  And the fact that we are all creatures of the same general structure, shape, form, and function, tells me that we were created by something for a reason. 

When we exhibit our instinct toward mating and coupling, we are actually expressing the Law of Creation itself. The union of masculine and feminine energies pays homage to the very universal energy from which we all sprang. All of life, everything that exists, and everything that is, was or will be is the result of the coupling of the two basic energies which exist in all things.   Those two energies have many names, including Yin and Yang, passive and receptive, projective and forceful, and so on.

At their most elemental, they are the womb and the seed of all life.  To some, there seems to be a lack of acceptance of the idea that there must be equilibrium of both light and the dark for there to truly be balance. On the subject of balance, I suppose my thinking most resembles the Taoist or Buddhist who shuns extremes and prefers the “middle path”. When we take an extreme path in the course of our lives, most times we will find ourselves utterly lost and without balance.  

Read more in:  Mind And Madness Of a Modern Day Magus

Mind and Madness of a Modern Magus [Kindle Edition]

An all new epic story told in classic comic book style. Writer Richard Bateman (Pendark) is teaming up with artist Brandie Landrum to create CIRCLE OF 9: The tale of a modern man, (Aaron Black), turned accidental savior of the world.

He is placed through a series of tests of will and personal strength. All of this occurs amidst flashbacks to the lives of the six spirits who appear to aid him. With him on the journey are his spiritual adviser as well as the love of his life. Little do any of them know the role that the universe ultimately has in store for them.

This epic tale contains the humor, philosophy, and fun audiences have come to expect from Pendark as well as the work of a brilliant cartoonist and sketch artist. This story will be made available as a monthly issue in my Createspace and Kindle store fronts.

Watch for it!

 but I’m far more impressed with the new approach they have taken with the 11th Doctor, than I thought I was going to be. And Jenna Coleman is one of the three or four most adorable companions the doctor has had.