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Rainbow Queen

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A little test. Non sine sole iris. And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. —Revelation 12:1 And the woman was clothed round about with purple and scarlet, and gilt with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand, full of the abomination and filthiness of her fornication. —Revelation 17:4 THERE IS NO RAINBOW WITHOUT THE SUN. Let Israel weepe, the house of Iacob mourne, Syon is fallne, and Iudah left forlorne, The Hill of Hermon drops no precious oyle, Nor fruitfull Bashan , from his fartest soile, But Dauids throne has all his beautie lost, So farre admit’d through euery forreine coast. The Paradice and Eden of our Land Planted and kept by GODS Almightie Hand: —John Lane, An elegie vpon the death of the high and renowned princesse, our late Soueraigne Elizabeth  (1603) Images: Virgin of Guadalupe (ca. 1700); Rainbow Portrait  of Queen Elizabeth I  Discuss on

The Iron Horse of the Corn Oligarchs

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A mosaic. Stills from Mean Mary on fast banjo—Iron Horse (left), and Marjorie Taylor Greene on Telegram (right). Discuss on Telegram . The Dragon is coming. Keep watch .

White Pirate Supremacy: Breaking the Code

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Code breaking from my Telegram channel , where it goes to 11.  A thread in answer to the question, “ What to do with this ‘white supremacy’ we see everywhere? ” Fight the Dragon. Join my Telegram channel:  https://t.me/fencingbearatprayer .  If you came here from Telegram, you will find backstory on my battle with the Dragon in the archives !  Advanced Dragon training is ongoing in the Dragon Common Room . 

Confessions of a New World Sugar Eater

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  Sugar is a drug.   This observation will not come as news to long-time readers of this blog. I used to harp on it regularly , back in the day when I discovered Atkins and was cutting the carbs to lose weight . I can happily report that I have kept myself on a relatively low-carb diet since (ten years, woohoo!), but this past year and half were challenging, especially the six weeks in autumn 2020 that I spent with my mother while my step-father was dying. The house was full  of cookies and chocolates and more cookies made by her friends from church, and I ate all of them.  I tried resisting, but it just didn’t seem worth it. My step-father was dying; my brother and I were there to comfort our mother; and resisting the sugar seemed so pointless. Why not give in and get fat?  Except that somehow I knew, deep down, it wasn’t about getting fat.  It was about feeding the demons.  Have I told you about the year I spent eating frozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when I was in elementary school

On Christian Storytelling as a Shield Against Despair in Quest of the Light

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We have all felt the effects these past two years of not having access to our usual (older; now lost?) communities. “Two weeks to flatten the curve” turned into month after month of uncertainty, not being able to engage with each other in person. Conferences were cancelled , classes were thrown into Zoom rooms , and church services were streamed into our smart phones . It has been easy to fall into despair. What use could literature, particularly poetry, be in such a time, when what we want is a shield from the plague?  Surely we would have been better off spending our time in lockdown learning how to fight viruses and boost our immune system. Writing poetry is better left to times when we can relax and contemplate, not when we are in the thick of battle against economic collapse (Famine), political dysfunction (War), and disease (Plague). You see where I am going already, I am sure.  Intrigued?! Join me and the children of St. John Cantius for an hour of story telling in the Christian

Humanity’s Motherboard

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  And he shewed me a river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.  In the midst of the street thereof, and on both sides of the river, was the tree of life, bearing twelve fruits, yielding its fruits every month, and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.  And there shall be no curse any more; but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it, and his servants shall serve him.  And they shall see his face: and his name shall be on their foreheads.  And night shall be no more: and they shall not need the light of the lamp, nor the light of the sun, because the Lord God shall enlighten them, and they shall reign for ever and ever.  —Revelation 22:1-5 * Image credits Left: magic crystals: Wise Witches & Witchcraft Center: The Lindau Gospels: The Morgan Library & Museum Right: motherboard:  HelloTech The Plug

Pigeon Cloud

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The poets of the Dragon Common Room have spent the past five months researching their next adventure—a modern fantasy/horror epic written in the spirit of Edmund Spenser’s The Faerie Queene. We have been practicing our stanza form and drafted our outline. The poem is going to be in five Acts...and include a dragon. Here we offer sample of our practice stanzas, to whet your appetite for the adventure to come!  Visit our website at DragonCommonRoom.com  for more information on our previous adventures, now on sale in both print and e-book at booksellers worldwide. A cloud of pigeons soared above the plain, propelled by tailwinds only they could sense. Below them stretched a land oppressed with rain, where souls were bought and sold for silver pence. A single tower rose, like steel incense, a rod for lightning sparks sent down by God. Within the rain the pigeon cloud condensed, and from the cloud a man appeared, unshod. The path that stretched before him in the rain was broad. At night, t

Our Lady of the Angels—and Demons!

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An exclusive interview with Professor Rachel Fulton Brown as you have never seen her—in conversation with one of her students from the University of Chicago. THIS is our brand. Phoenix rising! In [this] interview , I met with Rachel Fulton Brown, associate professor of History at the University of Chicago, regarding her 2017 book  Mary and the Art of Prayer: The Hours of the Virgin in Medieval Christian Life and Thought .  Over the course of the interview, we talked about the ancient Temple Tradition and its connection with the Virgin Mary and Christ. We also discussed J.R.R. Tolkien’s works, the psychology of devotion, the problem of portraying sin, the reality of the spiritual, and the re-enchantment of the world (made most obvious in the rhetoric surrounding January 6th).  It is discussions like this that make UChicago so unique. My peers and I are able to interact with the leading minds in the world on almost every subject imaginable. COVID, though, has severely impeded these inter

An Open Letter to the President and Provost of the University of Chicago: Save Our School

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Originally sent directly by email Wednesday, January 12, 2022, from Professor Rachel Fulton Brown, Department of History, The University of Chicago Dear Paul and Ka Yee, The mainstream narrative is starting to shift. We are going to lose our brand if it shifts and we are not in front of it. WE are the University of Chicago. WE ask the Big Questions and risk being out on the edge of scientific research. WE are the scholars who do not simply follow the trends, but set them.  We have embarrassed ourselves for too long—ever since we fell in step with everyone else over the fear. WE should have been the ones with faculty publishing op-eds calling for transparency in testing, not the ones locking our students in their dorm rooms. WE should have been the ones signing the Great Barrington Declaration and siding with SCIENTISTS and DOCTORS who have been willing to risk their careers rather than let their patients die because they wouldn't treat them except at the government’s direction. NOW

Electric Magi in Quest of the Light

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By Rachel Fulton Brown and Jacqueline Khalfan We live in dark times for Christian storytelling. Movies, television, comics, and games have all gone over to the dark side, serving the Lord of this World through dreams of power and subversion. We wanted to write a Christian story to combat the grooming and blasphemous worship of the seducers and baby-killers, while at the same time introducing children and their parents to the Light which the Enlightenment denied. Our problem was two-fold. Modern Christians for the most part have lost touch with the foundations of our faith in the symbolism of the Scriptures and the apostolic liturgy, so suspicious have they become since the invention of the printing press with anything that smacks of idolatry (while, ironically, making idols of their texts). And yet, we live, as Marshall McLuhan famously put it , in the multisensory world of the electric light, under whose influence we long to participate in the collective consciousness of the familia