A Change within the Crimson Kingdom…


It has been over a year without a desktop. At least something to communicate with larger than the smartphone. Although the phone was useful, there is a limit of word processing inherited with the technology. But it will be time and again more time as I become something familiar with this tech.

Time has moved forward regardless of my technical bondage and it is the ‘time’ that has changed so much of the world I do live in. Good, bad, practical to mundane, painful and everlasting changes, tangible and intangible. Those changes of health, wealth, debt, family, friends and events. Events of life and relationships, political or social and even moral.

 News abounds from around the Kingdom but not as one would think. A single sentence nor verb or prepositional phrase would suffice to set the tone of changes and challenges. Yet still there is some Peace among the ‘Court of the Crimson” as well as sorrow, regrets and prosperity. And a most painful lesson learned most painfully.

Take note though still in bondage to my Kingdom or what little remains, justice arrived but it’s satisfaction left this man unprepared.  Vengeance or simple retribution is not satisfactory to me but necessary towards those in this world who understand nothing!

I never have nor will ask for forgiveness for the decisions made personally to enlighten and punish, now and generations to come, the justice served to or demanded by those who claim what is not theirs brought upon themselves, then or this day. (Laughable and overwhelmingly enraging to me after decades of ‘olive-branches’ sent forth while the Kingdom was dismantled,  their emissary’s statement…” Do not confuse business & family”.

As true as the beauty of woodlands in the fall of the year. There is movement of something resembling Peace in the Kingdom. Over forty years of foulness lingers as thee who confused kindness with weakness, family with business and arrogance misguided as acceptable dogma. Decades of bondage and rape of a mans soul repeatedly is upon their lives and souls. And yet again they ask for time, not to change or apologize to bring lasting amends. Until convinced other-wise they stall. My best guess once again? To shore up their forces, rebuild their defense’s and lick their wounds.

Convince me and the Court, convince me or not!  As assuredly as the North Star has never waivered.

I remain the Crimson King……

The Cross

The Cross