Angelo Giancana
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I went to the local and private German Language school to supplement my learning, though they sang carols. Aside from the learning, it was more about reminescing about the past than everything else.
Even though I came from a devout catholic family, for whatever reason I was never religious, but spiritual. Funny how much kids can tell the truth. Despite the heavy catholic preaching in my father, strangely he always introduced me to far eastern ideas and the pyramids and other things of mystery. He gave me a jade green egg and told me there was a baby dragon in it, and if I took care of it it would one day hatch. I knew that it was just jade, but then there was a part of me that wanted to believe it and I knew, and then another part to me that knew there really was a dragon in there, because it was an allegory or something else entirely. Funny how kids can be when you encourage them. Sometimes I wonder if my dad was a closet satanist or pagan or something and kept it hidden behind the church. I wonder that Satan must sometimes help place our souls at birth in deep cover so that the church or whomever doesn't succeed in interference.
But anyway, I was just reminescing about those family moments of the past, of the warm moments of gift giving around winter and the happy glow and grattitude. 'M sure many of us come from some messed up situation and family or past. Despite the fake pasty Xian facade of a smile, they seem to culturally get promoted in all the Happy carols and cultural things, while it seems anything not of that is not as abundant as in the satanic/pagan sense as far as being locally promoted. I can see it around here and there, but it just seems to lack that intimate detail of those who are literally tied by blood. But then again, blood is thicker than water as they say. It could just be something that is specific with me, but despite all the other fake catholics and broken abusive families, I was blessed with a father who genuinely cared about me.
As listening to the last of those songs touched upon some strong memories. The festive and family moments were always centered around the germanic theme as my father had this amusing tendency to study a culture and recreate it to liven things up. Visiting the past and doing self-work will bring up inevitable feelings.
My observation being that everything between the different religions and the roles played out described above between the two... it all seems so inverted, whereas the LHP are the real humanists and get a bad rap instead. The real death and darkness is masquerading a smile and hiding behind white light.
No need to reply to this, but just venting around these times, as I'm not sure how many people know what it feels like to have a real flesh and blood bond with good things and then lose it, which happened with me a long time ago. It all seems so alien or like a far distant past life, where one finds ancient relics stored away in a tomb. I still nurse that jade green egg.
I went to the local and private German Language school to supplement my learning, though they sang carols. Aside from the learning, it was more about reminescing about the past than everything else.
Even though I came from a devout catholic family, for whatever reason I was never religious, but spiritual. Funny how much kids can tell the truth. Despite the heavy catholic preaching in my father, strangely he always introduced me to far eastern ideas and the pyramids and other things of mystery. He gave me a jade green egg and told me there was a baby dragon in it, and if I took care of it it would one day hatch. I knew that it was just jade, but then there was a part of me that wanted to believe it and I knew, and then another part to me that knew there really was a dragon in there, because it was an allegory or something else entirely. Funny how kids can be when you encourage them. Sometimes I wonder if my dad was a closet satanist or pagan or something and kept it hidden behind the church. I wonder that Satan must sometimes help place our souls at birth in deep cover so that the church or whomever doesn't succeed in interference.
But anyway, I was just reminescing about those family moments of the past, of the warm moments of gift giving around winter and the happy glow and grattitude. 'M sure many of us come from some messed up situation and family or past. Despite the fake pasty Xian facade of a smile, they seem to culturally get promoted in all the Happy carols and cultural things, while it seems anything not of that is not as abundant as in the satanic/pagan sense as far as being locally promoted. I can see it around here and there, but it just seems to lack that intimate detail of those who are literally tied by blood. But then again, blood is thicker than water as they say. It could just be something that is specific with me, but despite all the other fake catholics and broken abusive families, I was blessed with a father who genuinely cared about me.
As listening to the last of those songs touched upon some strong memories. The festive and family moments were always centered around the germanic theme as my father had this amusing tendency to study a culture and recreate it to liven things up. Visiting the past and doing self-work will bring up inevitable feelings.
My observation being that everything between the different religions and the roles played out described above between the two... it all seems so inverted, whereas the LHP are the real humanists and get a bad rap instead. The real death and darkness is masquerading a smile and hiding behind white light.
No need to reply to this, but just venting around these times, as I'm not sure how many people know what it feels like to have a real flesh and blood bond with good things and then lose it, which happened with me a long time ago. It all seems so alien or like a far distant past life, where one finds ancient relics stored away in a tomb. I still nurse that jade green egg.
