i can BE

Same thing

And you think you're smart.

Nice try, Catalyst.

-AW

u r not funny

Tell me about it...

Profound Revelations > Random Youtubery

nicepeter is watching

Relevant

Insanity.

The Watcher

Odd how this song fits the current 'community'.

I sat in a shadow today, taking refuge from the heat.  Honestly, the idea of flesh sizzling comes to mind.

While I was there, I noticed several other creatures sharing the same space.

For the same reason.

For a moment, 'lion shall lay with the lamb'..

We shared a respite.  A 'cease-fire'.

Against a common foe (re: THE SUN), we put aside our differences and natural instincts to kill each other, and just tried to live.

When a cloud made walking a bit less uncomfortable, I seized the opportunity.

I walked away.

I guess I could have squashed them all under that tree.

Instead, I let them live their fantasy.

A world where we all 'got along'.

And it is fantasy, mind you.

PURE unadulterated fantasy.

Maybe humans would have behaved differently under that tree.

Maybe they would have done the same.

Maybe I would have reacted differently if the creatures were humans.

Maybe not.

AW

p.s. I still hate you despicable little filthy humans.

tothian is short

Nahuallin The Night Away

More almost-chicken-babies here:
The Aztec Gateway.

Food For Thought

Common Sense @ Comic Conventions

Grill Without Fear

Nicholas Cage Is Everyone

And I thought I could be anyone.



Note that Kanye lacks Cage Face in Coppolaverse.
More damning evidence he is a robot, but his programming seems intact.

Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. That was good, yes, it was. But Kevin Bacon  is  not only a client of the Hellfire Club, he's the president.

Still lacking in tact.

Ghost Rap : A Cautionary Tale

Exhibit E

Say my name.

The Green Hood - Second Coming Of The Smoker

"In the summer of 2005, the American Association of Retired Persons (AARP) hosted asmoke-in to promote the legalization of marijuana. Celebrities that participated: Willie Nelson, Woody Harrelson (obvs), Bette Midler, Santana, Chicago, David Crosby and Graham Nash, Rod Stewart, The New Jefferson Starship, Tony Orlando, Ringo Starr, Tommy Chong, Snoop Dogg, and Robert Downey Jr."


And for reference:


http://jezebel.com/5144624/35-celebrities-who-smoke-pot


If you didn't know Snoop Dogg smoked weed, you need to crawl back under the lichen covered rock you rolled yourself out from underneath and never come back out.
Sure, celebrities doing 'drugs' is not some new thing.
Given.


But.. I bet some would be surprised to find out that more people do than originally thought (by these stuffy, stuffy persons).  In fact, I could wager more than half the people you saw today 'partakes' in some form or fashion.
And by 'partake', I mean weed.
Cannabis.


I'm not going to preach about it.  You're smart.  Look at the facts you will find yourself not digging that hard to..
Ugh, I have to remember to not smoke before posting..


Anyways.


Aside from slight memory loss, there's not much else to it.
Some giggling.
Strange fascination with your own hands.
You even might get the idea to put together this crappy internet 'Night Show'..


I should probably have thought this one out a little better.

Zetas Face Death In Mexico

You do not want to fuck with the drug cartels down here.
For reals.

Unless you can eat 7.62 and piss concertina wire, you're best bet is to keep your damn mouth shut, keep your eyes to the ground, and (preferably) both feet on the gas.
Gangs' favored method of communication to the police (and other gangs) is to leave messages.
On dead bodies.
Dropped at security agencies.

The Zetas and Knights Templar are kickin up some serious dust, but there are lesser know who are scrambling for power and money that comes with it.  Gulf cartels, from Northern Mexico and even Florida, are getting in on the action, forcing federal involvement.
As it should.
If you are brazen enough to shoot agents in the face with AK-47s, you should know you are turning the heat waaaaaaay the fuck up.

Here's a scandal bigger than Copyright Infringement or Watergate:

The guy in the middle is known as 'El Brad Pitt'.
He got picked up in Chihuahua on Thursday.

Thanks Associated Press for helping me maintain my facade!

-Agent Wraith
p.s. This shit actually happens all the time..









IN JERSEY!
Seriously.  Don't let me depress you.
Here, have some douche:

Is that a Bush offspring? Prolly.

Targeted

Do you see that nifty digital picture at the top of this page?
Yeah, that's me:
"good ole mast.."  ..er, Agent Wraith.
It was an exercise in portents.
And it seems the 'prediction' has come true.

I have found myself under watchful eye before, whether malicious or 'just for lulz', and remained unscathed.
This time, eh.. not so much.

I've talked about Facebook 'hackers' being successful in infiltrating the systems here at Los Sauces.
There were executions, treaties, terminations, and compromises made to eliminate this as a threat.
Just recently we had some 'disturbance' by a certain 'RLSH'.. one who practices in IP identification.
This is all fine and dandy.  I never do anything without at least one camera recording (see: SLENDERMAN) and have it documented.  Why? Well, just so I can't be called a liar.  I'm sure it would be easy to just dump my claims.. but why bother?  There were 3 people in that room to start.
Someone invited a fourth.
That fourth pulled a location 'out of a hat'.
Called me a.. what was that choice piece of wording you used?
'YOU LYING FUCK!'

Heroes.

So what if I lie?
You gonna spank me?
I'd prefer if you would leave my punishment to professionals, like 22.
But on topic, you really have nothing to gain from it.
Spanking or revealing my location.
Whether or not I live in New Jersey... does it really matter?

No one seriously believed I lived in Mexico, did they?
I mean, was there anyone out there who thought I was anything more than a 'roleplayer in his mother's basement'?
What was that guy's name?
DoomCircle?

Seriously though, all you are doing is making yourself look bad.
That is the point though, isn't it?

Reveal yourself to be a plebe.
Show your snitchy colors.

And on a lighter note:

I'm actually a really good shot with a long bow.
I thought I was kinda okay.. but I'm actually really good.
Amazing what a few hours away from the computer will do ya.

You should try it.

-Agent Wraith
p.s. Don't think I forget.
I call you a bitch.. because you act like one.

An Address To My 'Followers'

Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.

This will comprise of three parts:

The first will be for those who are my followers.

The second will be for those who are my 'followers'.

Lastly, the third will be for those who are my 'followers'.

As your host and benefactor, I come before you today with a heavy heart.
One among us is in poor health, dying (moreso than normal) and perhaps won't make it through the month.
(Probably will not attend the 'Return to FaceBook' party on June 31! So sad.)
He will not require your well-wishes or cards, flowers or mournful faces.  He is to achieve the next level of evolution, the next step in the grand cycle of existence.
Or he'll just die.
Either way, he will not be forgotten or missed; he will be placed back into rotation shortly after and forced to march alongside you once again.
He may smell a bit, but that's par for the course.
(G-D damn Masked Hunters.)
We are holding out that a regimen of inflammatory medicines may curb this threat.


Franklin, please stop crawling in the ducts.
You have rerouted air from the central quarters to your corner of the compound (this is admirable and innovative), but you have forced several henchmen to complain and I'm sick of hearing about it. Unless you want us to reassign these uncomfortable henchmen to your quarters (where the air is downright frosty), I suggest you stop.


We will be commencing the World Tour very soon.  Please go over the checklist to make sure you are up-to-date with your equipment, passes, and vaccinations.


Volunteers are still needed for Level 7.

My cherished droogies.

It seems that my words have not fallen on deaf ears.
You are listening.
Lord Malignance has already begun the process of digging for clues; he will be a formidable foe, even if he doesn't find all the secrets.
I would love to address you each individually, but I am pressed for time.  As always.
(Mom's got Mac N' Cheese with Hot Dogs for the Sixteenth Annual Lairs, Lasers, and Lycanthropes Tourney, hosted at Los Sauces! My 57th Level Kyton will rule all of Arcadia!)

I have been approached (not always by 'the front') by many aspiring and established 'villains' out there (and some 'heroes') about my work.  Some have been cordial, others not so much.
I understand that this is a work-in-progress.
It is a journey.
A crucible.
These terms weigh heavily on me, rightfully so, and force one to always remain aware.
Aware of actions, aware of conversations, aware of consequences, and aware of responsibility.

There is something that looms for me specifically though.
Something that doesn't really fit with anyone else (but should be done).
The Harrowing.

Before you give me some BS mumbo-jumbo about roleplaying, stuff it.
You can't sit (or stand) there and espouse villainy (or heroism), tout comic books and their ilk, then jump on a damned 'high horse' and talk down to me because I use a few analogies (okay, there is more than would constitute the word 'few') from roleplaying books.  Or maybe you can.


"Hello? Yes, this is kettle. Mmhmm.. I just want you to know pot.. You're black."


Do you want something more esoteric?
Am I not cryptic enough for you?
Am I not original enough for you?
Are you not entertained?


Well, are you or not?


Let me address this finitely:
Am I doing this for YOU?


I don't ramble about ALL my exploits.
I don't remark about EVERY troll that crosses my path.
I don't comment on or about every little DRAMA that pops up into HUMAN lives on an hour-to-hour basis.
Why?
Because I left Facebook. HA!
No, seriously.
I don't because it's none of MY business and it's NONE of yours.


Live your life the way you want to.
Recognize your mistakes and own them.
Establish alliances, break them, spit on the government, serve as it's scapegoat or military might.
Have at it.
I do not condemn you for this or that.
These are not RULES TO LIVE BY or GUIDELINES IN VILLAINY.
Refer to A Gentleman's Guide to Villainy, Chapter 29, Charitable Combat And You - What You Can Do To Beat/Become The Legend for more information.


No, no, no.
I am a villain.
I may grift, I may hack, I may slash, but I do not withdraw my support or waver on my stance.
Okay, maybe I waver on my stance. I did go from denouncing CHANGE to promoting it.. but hey, that was just to get my point noticed.
It could have been worse.
I could do another Ustream broadcast and really work the groans.
Or perhaps you need some brain cells destroyed? Go listen to my blogtalk.


'Big' Villains, 'Little' Villains, 'Old Guard', and 'New Skewl'.. This is a new era indeed.
Don't let your pride rule you.
Don't let your desire for attention stunt your decision making.
You're capable of intelligence, I've seen it.
NOT declaring your intent on blowing up a Federal agency is a good (bad) thing.


Do you seriously WANT them to know?


Daring.


Whatever happened to catchin' a good ole' passionate ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tookin'?

Grifting

Greetings.
Lets discuss grifting.

Shamelessly yoinked from Wiki:

"A confidence trick is also known as a confidence game, con, scam, grift, hustle, bunko, swindle, flim flam, gaffle or bamboozle. The victim is known as the mark. The trickster is also called a confidence man or woman, con man, con artist or grifter. Any accomplices are known as plants."


"A confidence trick is an attempt to defraud a person or group by gaining their confidence. A confidence artist is a trickster who exploits characteristics of the human psyche such as greed, both dishonesty and honesty, vanity, compassion, credulity, irresponsibility, naïveté, and the thought of trying to get something of value for nothing or for something far less valuable. Con artists have victimized individuals from all walks of life."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confidence_trick

Interesting.

Now, before I become ruthlessly labeled as a con-man (epic lulz), I present this for clarification.
There has been talks (mostly smoke-filled back-room discussions) about grifting in all it's glorious and snidely repercussions.  Grifting, is an art-form, crude and tasteless as it can be, that one can polish into a fine sheen (for domed, masked, and tiger-blood variety).  It has been used in a lesser (higher?) form in many things; notably professional wrestling (re: wrasslin').  Where the mark (ie. YOU) are treated to a mind game and subjected to all manner of debauchery.
For your entertainment?
Sure.
For your dollar?
Exactly.

Now that that's out of the way, let's see how it applies to me.
I don't presume to speak for any villain, nor would I want to.
No.
But, let's see if what transpires in the next few paragraphs seems familiar to you, dear reader.
It all surrounds one fact:

Agent Wraith can be anyone.

This is absolutely true.  In fact, I surmise, that only one person can say that they are NOT Agent Wraith.  And that is you, dear reader.  Only you.  A room full of people could only speculate that they are not ALL Agent Wraith.  One is all that can say this.  There are many hidden faces in this and other communities.  Why, without proof that Agent Wraith is indeed Agent Wraith, one could never determine who he (or she) actually is.  Maybe (and it's a stretch) if the room full of people were listening to Agent Wraith, live, both on Ustream and Blogtalk.
Even then, only One can claim that they are NOT Agent Wraith.
Confused?  Nah.  Not you, dear reader.  Not you.
The individual, that is the One (no, not Neo), is the final arbiter of identity.
One could say they are NOT Agent Wraith.
But one could not guarantee that who they are talking with is not.
Only oneself.

Oh sure, I've claimed and denied this.  Multiple times.
It's called deception.
A lie within a lie (you'll have to go deeper).
Why?  Not the lulz, NOT THE LULZ, NOT THE LULZ!

Some time ago, in a dark secret corner of teh internetz, a formidable tyrannical creature proposed enhancing legacies.  I'm not doing that.  I mean, I will, but that's not what I'm up to now.
I am dissecting my own approach.

Okay, I admit it.  My legendary impersonations are not all that legendary.  Neither is who I am impersonating (Baron Terror excepted, OF COURSE!).  All these people, humans, villains and heroes (never again will I put heroes before villains) alike say:
"You don't want to mess with me!"  or
"I have your personal information, so behave!"  or
"I know where you live, I'll tell!"  or
"I'm going to get you!"  or
"Betray my trust and face my wrath!"  or
"Fear what I am capable of!"

Heh. To any who would threaten me like this, does not know me.
Or villainy.
Diminish your station.
Reveal yourself to be a troll, a snitch, a plebe.
Grifting could indeed lower station as well.
Bringing you into my confidence is not grifting.
Bringing me into yours is not grifting.

I've been trustworthy, haven't I?
I've been cordial, haven't I?
I've been almost.. nice.
Haven't I?
Am I not an agent of fear?
Am I not an agent of doubt?
Am I not an agent of chaos?

Do you really feel secure?

Now, rewind, reread and then proceed.








A little further.








Ask yourself this question:
Can you trust me?

Terrible Thoughts

This is to my little owl.

The things you have spoken to me, the thoughts, confessions, and reasoning are still held in my confidence.

I do not disclose them.
I am, however, going to reveal some things.
Brace yourself, I fear no reprisal.
I will lament a loss of communication.

When you were young (naive) you were taken in by (supposed) leaders.
You were entreated to their protection and their declarations of safety.
You were one of them.
Among them.
In a circle where everyone faced each other as equals.

What did it get you?

Betrayal.

Humans are proven to be more than capable of this on many occasion.
Some relish the opportunity.
Some live for it (re: sociopath).

But, what did they do to you?
They not only betrayed you, they violated you.
They tore down the best parts of you, sundered your mind and body, left you for dead.
I know of only this world where that is possible.

I do not doubt your claims.
I do not doubt the sincerity in your voice.
I may be a gullible ghost, but I am in no way incapable of empathy.
And I do honestly feel for you.

What troubles me is a lack of trust.
I have shown you my true face, abashed and bare, for you to acknowledge me as not one of your tormentors.  I did not ask to see your face (although you didn't hide your teeth, always bared) and did not see your face.
I have no accusations to throw at you.

I do have a question though:

Why not bring this to light?
Why not show the world how pathetic these 'heroes' are?
Why not stand firm on the pillar of villainy with villains?

You stated your intentions.  They are villainous.  In certain circles, vigilantism.
Were it not for the glaring justice you seek, I would almost cast you aside and worry not; the authorities will get to you soon enough.
But, since your first communication, I have seen no proof.  No evidence (except the scars) of what they did.  I'm not discrediting them.  I'm not discrediting you.

But these are SERIOUS claims.  Very serious allegations.
It begs to reason that this is why you have not come forward.
Because it is all lies.
Are you a little snitch, little owl?
Do you desire my identity to reveal to the world?
Are you stockpiling information on me, my subordinates, my henchmen, for your own gain?

We will need to talk again.
We will need to meet again.

I did not ask for names before, I will this time.
I did not ask for proof, I will this time.

And you will show me your face.

By doing these things you prove to me your sincerity.

Only on facts do we stand triumphant.

Good nite, little owl,
Agent Wraith

p.s. That's right.  I said it in labels. Real Life Super Zeroes.
RLS0

What If? #631 Planet of the Apes

Planet of the Apes 3 - Worth1000 Contests

Don't ask me how I got there.

Spoiler(?): You may see things you cannot unsee.

I would even suggest NSFW.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. There should be a 'Yourself As A Primate' on Planet of the Apes.com, maybe in a year or two.
Or now.

SCOOPED!!

Mind Games w/ Agent Wraith

This will be my placeholder for a future post.
Right now, I must attend to a sick henchman just released from the hospital.

Should I have saved this and waited to post?
Yes.

Do I care?
Not so much.

Perhaps a link to Blogtalk Radio?
Soon.

-Agent Wraith
p.s. My mom wants to invite all my friends to Thanksgiving! What a maroon. Aside from the obvious, here's something a tad more so:
She's Native American.

How messed up is that?

What in the name of Cthulhu?

Vacuum.

You dastardly bastard.

-Agent Wraith

(Fourth E)State of Union Address

Greetings!

I am Agent Wraith.

I come to you today with high hopes and aspirations; to explain the policies of Los Sauces, our GLOBAL efforts, and the toxicity of 'heroes'.  I am an Agent of the planet, not concerned with mortal and/or human reactional emotions, the instructor and teacher of all minds, and the occasional I-saw-that-plot-a-mile-away seer who randomly manages to 'see the future'.

Los Sauces has long prepared for the worst.
It is so small, isn't it?  Barely a spec among 'titans'.
Not even really noticeable.
Not really even noticed.
Under the radar for most, on radar for the worst.
Lately, the policy is to finish the day's work in record time (includes PT and KP) so we can relax and enjoy the last bits of the day before slumber.
That policy has a 'shelf-life'.
It's about to expire.

(We have only today; we are not guaranteed tomorrow.)

Truth be told (as far as 'prediction' is concerned), it's all patterns and equations.  When you are able to identify various patterns, discern them; you can 'predict' possible future aberrations and happenings.  You may have been privy or witness to some of these, you may not have.  Either way, my ramblings sometimes produce 'nuggets' of wisdom that take the shape of what-may-come-to-pass.  Really, it's not a 'gift' in the sense I was trained by some mystic (though I may have) or imbued with other-worldly powers (possible); sometimes my limited intelligence grants a modicum of insight (obvious) to be gathered.

It's mostly probability.  If you throw enough crap at a wall, inevitably, some will stick.

I am (Cobra) Commander of Los Sauces, General Executor of Will in this Estate.  I speak to you from a cold, hardened heart; my audience (humans) requires it for the storms that swell and seek release.  I rule this pathetic wasteland with a leathered glove, covering a stolen hand; ready, willing, and able to destroy those who oppose the JUSTICE sought by my benefactors, The Agency.
I would also like to point out my infatuation with FREE SPEECH.
To vocalize is a gift.
There are some on the planet who will stifle it (for varied reasons).  But you have to realize by now that opinions are like assholes.  Everyone's got one.  Most of them are stinky.
You're not going to like everything that's said.
Given.
You're not going to like everything.
Duh.
Don't point your finger at me and tell me what I can't say and expect me to zip it.
That's something akin to a dictator.

And we all know how penis potatoes are good for your skin.

Tyrants of the world, be damned.  Know that I am not here before you to cast doubt on my previous exploits or former 'associates'; I am speaking to you in a manner that was chosen carefully, with words that were deliberated just the same, to say what needs be said.  What few people who read this now will be aware long before the tide... I am common sense, pragmatism, and uncouth vengeance for a war-torn, exhausted, decayed and dying planet.

I, like my forbears, enjoy the 'bashing' and 'tearing down' of 'heroes'; but my leash strains.  I have curbed my enthusiasm, shelved my disdain, and stifled my hatred of you all for far too long.  I do not claim victory in this domain simply by stepping foot in it.  There is no victory here.
There is no 'win' for defeating an unarmed opponent.
There is no 'loss' for those who long ago gave up.

'Heroes', 'villains', RLSH, RLSV, Republicans, Democrats, officials, criminals, teachers, students, vampires, monsters, civil servants, servants, slaves, angels, demons, archangels, antichrists, antipopes, dictators, charlatans, liars, clowns, 'furries', nerds, champions, losers, elephants, oliphaunts, midgets, dwarves, hobbits, and Ross Perot.. you are all humans.

Notice the effect these 'heroes' have had.  They represent kindness, supposedly inherent in human nature, to inspire others to care and take care of the weak and unfortunate.  They also represent the WORST of human nature: the biased, bigoted, racist, fearful, spite-filled lunacy humans recognize but (mostly) always deny.
'Villains' cannot be lumped completely into these two distinctions, because 'villains' (as far as I have seen) are an unruly and fractious lot.  Some can be categorized, others not so much.
They all have 'inspired' others; both to do 'selfless' acts and 'care for their fellow man', both to do so unrecognized and to rail for recognition.  Their glorification has also inspired 'tagalongs' and emulators, wishing to follow in their 'mentor's' footsteps.  Their self-proclaimed self-righteous supposed selfless behavior has instigated a LEGION of followers and 'leaders'.  Their acts of 'bravery' and 'sacrifice' have inspired both imitators and opposition.
A spiral appears.  A twisting vortex of pain appears.
An inevitable crux, where the 'heroes' meet their 'villainous' counterparts (not for CHARITY) looms.
All who follow this path are doomed.

When the cries become too loud, the masses too massed to be ignored.. there will come a JUDGEMENT.  Your identities, your masks, your secret faces.. will be torn from you.  You will be forced to see the world as it is instead of through (sometimes beer-soaked) optimistic goggles.  You will be forced to crouch (in a BAD way) before the tribunals of REAL tyrants and 'evil-doers', forced to admit your hot-headed (embarrassing) behavior.  You will face (sans spandex) true justice.
True evil.

Hear me now, humans.
One last cry before the death knell.

You are all going to die.

Not exactly a surprise, is it?  As soon as you're born, you're dying.  A slow approach for some, others a bullet-train of destruction; all will perish in the coming tumult and NONE will be empowered to save a single soul.  Your bodies are frail, your minds are weak, your will is sapped, and your survival impossible.  Grasp this with firm fists, humans.  Take heed of these words:

You have only today.  You are not guaranteed tomorrow.

I have come to see you all as a threat to the survival of the planet, but this is untrue.  It was a fool's dream to cast that responsibility upon you.  No, you are no longer a threat to the continuation of life and the sustainability of Earth...

You have destroyed it.

For that, I become your worst nightmare.  Your paranoia will only increase.  Your desperation (the lonely, cold, sleepless nights, eyes struggling to stay open) will intensify.  I am out there.  I am watching.  Waiting.  I will be the monster in the dark.  I will be the terror that grips your heart in your sleep.
My shadow eats at me.  It has taken hold.

My forces were marshalled long ago, fanatical in our goal:
Stop the destruction of Earth.
The realization of this futility was seen and ignored.  Sometimes, you must persevere in the face of opposition (madness), futile though it may be.  The end was all the justification we needed.
Justice can no longer be served.
Winning is no longer an option.

This is MY 'Fourth Estate'.


Extinction, ladies and gentlemen.

Now leaving 'Heroes and Villains', departing soon for our final destination:

OBLIVION.

VERY relevant:

CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE not suitable for those with weak constitutions.

-Agent Wraith
p.s. One last thing. If you thought I was cryptic before (and somehow didn't find all the Easter Eggs), just wait. It's going to get brain-damagingly CONFUSING up in this b*tch.


Good bye.

Owls: Threat or Menace?

Before I get incredibly deep (dense) I want to say two things:


1. There is plenty of junk that orbits Earth.  Humans put a majority of it there.  Space, Earth's infinite dumpster.
2. I saw what you did there.

There have been hints, some blatantly freight-train-esque, at my true origins.

Wakan.

I have reconnected with a few of my old acquaintances in a different (although eerily similar) community.  It has been good (evil) to get back with them, reconnect, and enjoy the tribal socializing I had so longed for (and missed).  We spent days reveling in our past; good conversations around fires, about many things.

We have since parted (hopefully not for long!) and returned to the safety of Los Sauces (Be safe where you are now).  I hope to stay connected with them.

During one of our late-night conversations, the subject of death came up (GASP!).

An elder gave a very interesting account of the time he died:

(I love paraphrasing.)

"When my eyes closed, I could see nothing. I was in total darkness. I could hear, but it was as if I was underwater. The first thing that appeared to me was a tree, slowly fading into view. There was an owl in this tree and it's words were the first thing I heard in this place."

He went on about how the owl guided him to the place of his final rest and guaranteed this time was not to be his end. When he was finished, everyone thanked him.

It got me thinking though.  Owls.

There are both sides to this coin (and I will present BOTH sides, flushing none).

Owls are seen by many tribes as omens of death, heralds of future events (mostly death), and messengers of the beyond (not METAphysical. The origins of the term 'metaphysical' can be found here and One can discern the ignorance of archangels).

One one side, these 'signs' are positive.  The news they bring informs the shaman (medicine man or otherwise) as to how future events may unfold and may give them insight on how best to use said information.

On the other, they are seen as negative aspects of negative personae.  They are thought to be witches (evil shamans) out to do harm.

Relevance(?):

"It is their connections with death, the afterlife, and rebirth that truly mark owls as a force to be reckoned with for most tribes. First, owls are either considered to be embodied spirits of the dead, or associated with such spirits, by a very wide range of tribes, including the Lakota, Omaha, Cheyenne, Fox, Ojibway, Menomini, Cherokee and Creek. Several of these tribes also have stories of an owl being that stands at a fork in the road in the sky, or the Milky Way, that leads to the land of the dead, letting some souls pass, but condemning others to roam the earth as ghosts forever. Among the Lakota, the Old Owl Woman or hiha'n winu'cala who guards the road to the afterlife at the end of the Milky Way assesses the merits of the souls of the dead with their deeds on earth, letting the good through and sending the bad over the edge and out of the afterlife to wander earth as a ghost or wana'gi for all eternity. A similar belief among the Cheyenne, is that the Old Owl Woman, who is the gatekeeper to the land of the dead, it sits atop the junction at the fork in the Milky Way and decides which souls are shunted onto the dead-end branch."
From Red Nation and found here:
Hinhan's Lodge

Now that you have the opportunity to see a bit into my (un)life, I will reveal another secret:

Not that long ago, a creature approached me in the darkness.
It flew to me quick on silent wing and told me of its past, revealed to me the future it saw, and implored me to aid in its quest.  She told me of her former association with the 'do-gooders' and what evil they were capable of.
Why is this relevant (aside from the metaphor I used)?
Her former name was owl-themed. That's all.
It is interesting though.  Native Americans (or Injuns, if you're from Winter Park) are still humans, subject to the same absurdities as any Christian Voodoo Archangel Bigots out there.

It's the trespasses she told me about that worry me.  She told me how unheroic they were with her (no surprise there) and certain acts that were committed that should not go unpunished.
I have no proof (as of yet) if what she is telling me is the truth, but it makes me wonder if there are others out there who wish to approach me (or others) with things of this nature.
If there are, I suggest caution.

I can, however, refer you to more skilled and adept 'villains' than I.

Food for thought.

Agent Wraith
p.s. I did not reveal you little owl. Your secrets are still mine to keep. Please do not return to the shadows from whence you came.

Gentleman Ghost

For some background:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentleman_Ghost

For pictorial reference:

BOOMSTICK!

I have always tried to maintain civility when dealing with you humans.
I've always applied a strict cordial behavior.

Why?

If I came into your house and started pissing on all the furniture, wouldn't your first response be to throw me out?

Or hit the 'mute' button? ('Any' button)

I apply this manner because it assists me.
Because it allows me an 'in'.
You hear what I say.

Should I drop the facade..
Should I approach in an 'unmannerly' fashion..
It will (of course) be too late.

I present facts and opinion.
If you have a problem with me, there's a chance (a FAT one) that it is a 'reflection of self'.
If you can't swallow that..

Maybe you should find yourself a smaller 'angel'.

A.W.

p.s. Anyone, anywhere, anytime. I can be anyone.
WHO'S NEXT?

I was gonna post something intelligent, but then I got high

Ahem.

I understand the fuss.
I'm not going to argue with you.

There are two sides to every coin (unless you are Harvey Dent) and value is seen in presenting BOTH sides of a matter.

But in this particular case, my words are not sufficient.

So, maybe I can entice you to do more research into the matter...

Maybe I can instigate an internal dialogue...




Instead of me trying.. I'll let someone else discuss their experiences.



Carl mother-fuckin' Sagan.