Reading 'Thought Forms'by Annie Besant and
C.W. Leadbeater is fine, but I cannot continue
tonight, not after having dragged myself to church
And producing the most terrible thought-forms
as I listened to the 'predikant'* telling the poor
congregation in the most paternalistic way
How evil everybody is, how just like King Hiskia
in the Old Testament, how self-centred and filled
with self-importance - and threatening one and
All with the Babylonians that will storm down on
us in the year to come - and in the year past,
did we show the previous lot of heathen invaders
The fig cake that healed our wound and the sun-
dial that moved ten degrees backwards? - No,
he says, we put the voice of God on 'mute'
(Strangely, he has always been on mute in my
case, but I guess crocodiles shouldn't expect
any privileges) and we might invite the pagans
In, show them all our riches and our small number
of soldiers - and ere long, we shall be invaded
in the new year! We should, this professor of
Bibilical studies continued, hold tightly to God's
hand and rest on His Chest - ohmygoodness;
what a way to go; but crocodiles aren't the
Demonstrative sort - and, the illuminated illuminary
continued, if we don't heed His Voice, He will
condemn us to death - just like he did with
King Hiskia - now that's a wonderful thought
to hold in the mind as the new year unwinds!
* Pastor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem