The Trouble With Tomorrow



Yes, the trouble with tomorrow; and searching beyond (the latter starting with poem number 13. Three articles relating to such can be seen under the last poem which is poem number 38).

The poems on REGRET begin with poem number 29.

"No one can secure tomorrow, and today's only as good as the moment."

"We take far too much for granted, and oft how seeds of regret are planted."

"Today determines tomorrow, and whether there'll be joy or sorrow."

"The lies we tell today, ensnare us tomorrow, and all how we're seen to pay,
when past foolishness we borrow."
The poet, author



The first three poems were prompted by Covid Nineteen.

For poems about Covid Nineteen, see my page Planet Earth.

1.  The Trouble With Tomorrow

When the world becomes like a ghost town, as we’ve kind of seen with Covid Nineteen,
And shuttered businesses, grounded transport, empty streets and traffic lanes are seen,
I’m reminded of the trouble with tomorrow, because for many out there,
That expected tomorrow doesn’t come, and hence why Covid Nineteen brought fear.

All why when we’re planning for tomorrow, we should still think in terms of today,
Because today could be our last day, and hence why with our life, we shouldn’t play.
Nor with that of others, the quick departure of loved ones catching by surprise,
Those promises of tomorrow often turning out to be nothing but lies.

And so, our tomorrow ending up a ghost town, only what’s left behind, here,
We gone, or a loved one, and why that quality time with them we need to share.
Yes, for our sake and their sake, lest empty streets and traffic lanes be ours or their lot,
Death the greatest lockdown, and busyness and neglect thus acting like some clot,

Self-inflicted stroke.

It can’t be said enough: Make the most of today, not via wine, women and song
(As they say), but by putting those far more important things back where they belong.
Hence why they’ve been saying, “Be kind,” Covid Nineteen having affected us all,
The world but a family, and thus love hoping that you’ll respond to its call.

And even better still, we having FAITH and HOPE, that something that gets us through,
Because things that come today can affect our tomorrow, what we hoped to do.
Shattered dreams all too frequent, and why we must look beyond it all, and savour
Every single moment of each day, as if that day’s done us a favour.

Too oft blue skies, sunny days, pretty blossoms and chirping birds are somehow missed,
Our head down, eyes elsewhere, so many less important things on our “to do” list,
Or money calling, some corporate ladder, or other time consuming thing,
Hence why many of those sad tomorrows seem to have a familiar ring.

And this why when the world becomes a ghost town we appreciate what we had,
And why over the blessings found in each and every day, we should be glad,
And because the trouble with tomorrow is that it doesn’t come for many,
All why each day is saying to love and live now, before there isn’t any.

Yes, three score years and ten, the Good Word says, some living longer, and some lesser,
All why before walking out the door in the morning, please cuddle and kiss her.
Visa versa going without saying, and don’t forget those kids of yours too,
And that smile and friendly word for all you pass, thereby taking love with you.

By Lance Landall

2.  Who Pressed Pause?

Yes, suddenly the world has paused, it not about money anymore, but us,
Those all too easily forgotten passengers on life’s ever hurtling bus.
Thus we’ve deeper things to ponder on now, like life’s shortness, or how it’s cut short,
And how for far too long the less important, or even wrongful, has been sought.

Covid Nineteen a wake up call, we forced to stop and think, which we’re not used to,
Too much distracting the eyes, deafening the ears — yes, much that one can see through,
The hollow, the temporary, even destructive, taking up our time each day,
We far too caught up, and some bone idle, because there’s more to life than just play.

Yes, Covid Nineteen confronting, what most didn’t expect, and nor gave thought to,
Loved ones and pressing issues taking a backseat to what they sought to pursue.
Life taken for granted, just an evolutionary process, though who’d buy that,
Love and the so obvious craftsmanship of creation being where it’s at.

And so, Covid Nineteen returning our focus (hopefully), moving our heart,
Lockdowns and deaths revealing the cruelty and distress of being torn apart;
In other words, shouting that people come before things, and precious is each day,
Personal ambition, monetary gain and joyriding having too much say.

Yes, people need love, people need care, people need time (your time), so much more thought,
And that in turn blessing us, not that which is errantly and selfishly sought.
But such only registering with some come the sad likes of Covid Nineteen,
When the world’s put on hold, and via fearful or anxious eyes, reality’s seen.

One forced to look up, ’cause looking down is where we’re stuck, the cause of the whole mess,
We knowing better, apparently, yet throwing away more and gaining less.
U-turns permissible, and here’s our chance, all why everyone should get on board,
Love turning the wheels of the world, sneering at coldness, stockpiling and the sword.

For too long we’ve treated this world as if it’s ours, rather than being on loan,
Others arriving as we’re leaving, but we having stripped the meat off the bone.
So how can we hold our head high, unless we haven’t been a part of the ill,
Or have seen the light now, ’cause this planet will never be well until we’re well.

So let’s love one another, such not corny but even critical, timely,
We surely seeing this now, and how life’s not just short, but oft cut short, sadly.
And remembering that our tomorrow is shaped by our today, and why I say,
Treat all as precious, mind your focus, and never think to do what doesn’t pay.

By Lance Landall

3.  Covid Anger

Seems it’s the unexpectedness and strangeness of Covid and all, but you know,
This planet is in trouble, and we perhaps reaping what we’ve chosen to sow.
But then, things can happen in life that completely change our life, and this why we
Need to accept and adapt, and certainly if we want some normality.

The truth is, that under Covid, we’re all suffering, life somewhat upside down,
A cruel tide having come in, and we left with no option but to swim or drown.
Yes, things happen in life, and we possibly having been to cosy, unprepared,
Caught out as it were, and hence that follow-on anger after Covid appeared.

After all, dreams and plans have been shattered, and certain things enforced too, but hey,
Anger’s pointless, destructive, and any kind of recovery could delay.
It’s better to face reality, make the best of a bad situation,
And bearing in mind we’ve a pandemic that’s stalking nation after nation.

Yes, it’s hard, it’s cruel, and certain feelings understandable, but here’s where we
Need to pull together, controlling those feelings that impact negatively.
It’s hardly the time to lose it, and nor should we make others more unhappy,
Nor ourselves, for that matter, but being the same person we should always be.

Yes, come rain or shine, we showing the same love, thought and care, same maturity,
Accepting the ups and downs of life, those random things that plaque humanity.
’Cause such is life, few having a perfect run, and less so come these trying times,
Where loving human kindness is the only thing that still resonates and rhymes.

And so, it’s more about the little things, each precious moment, what we have too,
And that being, life itself, something we mightn’t have had; it worth a “THANK YOU!”
And then there’s our loved ones, too often taken for granted, or we too busy,
Or Covid distracting more than it should, blessings lost in the fog of worry.

So please mind that Covid anger — and hey, acceptance preparing us for more,
’Cause we never know what’s around the corner, as we have discovered before.
And thus we taking things in our stride, making the most of today, those we love,
Not obsessing over ills, but remembering that there’s always a blue sky above.

By Lance Landall

4.  Treasure Each Day

In this uncertain world where who knows what’s next, we can only live for the day,
A thinking and behaviour that all throughout history has proven to pay.
It not about the big things but the little things, like noticing flowers, say,
Basking in the sun, enjoying the blue sky, and more so after skies of grey.

Oh yes, those loved ones around us, those current blessings we have, oft so many,
Yet overlooked or given little thought to, until there mightn’t be any.
Life unpredictable, often random, all why we should treasure each moment,
There far to many risks and so much loss associated with postponement.

By Lance Landall

5.  Live And Love

Don’t be too busy to live and love, for life’s short and loved ones aren’t immortal,
Hence why every single moment counts, and lest death far too early chortle.
Yes, cleaning, washing, mowing and pruning can wait, but not kisses and cuddles,
Hence why one should even make snowmen out of snow and boldly stomp in puddles.


Don’t be too busy to live and love, for life’s for living and folk for loving,
Hence why midst the cares of life and all our daily duties we should dance and sing.
And we always doting on our loved ones, for others move in when we move out,
Houses houses but people people who should be treasured while they’re still about.

By Lance Landall

6.  Those Things We Say And Do Today

The best way to travel through life is by minding all that we say and do;
However, that we live in a taxing, harsh and problematic world, is true.
A world where our patience is tested, our ability to hang in there too,
All why we shouldn’t be harder on ourselves than we need to be, in my view.

Despite our best attempts, we’ll still err, let others down, even cause hurt and pain,
But so long as such is not deliberate; there enough sombre clouds and rain.
Sure we can lose it at times under pressure, much on our plate, and all at once,
But foolishness, thoughtlessness, meanness and coldness are the craziest of stunts.

Though sometimes we’re far too distracted, caught up in ourselves, which never bodes well,
We more likely to err, forget what we shouldn’t, and heavy might be the bill.
Oh yes, regret following us, or whatever else it might be, sad to say,

And why for tomorrow’s sake, we need to mind those things we say and do today.

By Lance Landall

7.  That Senseless, Thoughtless Trade

"Don’t trade the thrill of living for the security of existence." Really?
So, you’re prepared to die young, I guess; life great even without thrills, quite frankly.
So who’s saying this stuff? Clearly the reckless, those with a death wish, the duped, I fear,
Who don’t know how to enjoy life without endangering it; sense seeming rare.

At the end of the day, there’s thrills and there’s thrills, and the latter recklessness free,
’Cause if you’re enjoying life, why shorten it? And hey, what about family?
With loved ones comes thought and care, too many of them left hurting ’cause of some thrill,
That selfish, thoughtless trade that so often’s seen to horribly injure or kill.

By Lance Landall

“...and do not be a fool; why should you die before your time” (Eccl 7:17).

8.  Don't Rush Life

Too often life is rushed rather than savoured, kind of over before it’s begun,
We aware of sunny rays but not really taking the time to rest in the sun.
We grasping a bunch of flowers but not really smelling them, and so it oft goes,
And by the time we’ve got there, wherever that is, life’s door is beginning to close.

We more often looking through portals rather than being engaged in the real scene,
Chasing some end rather than enjoying the journey, puffed out and having to lean.
Yes, only really reclining in those final years, our health all the less for that rush,
And then our life expiring, so little time for love and laughter, and then that hush.

By Lance Landall

9.  Tomorrow's Such A Troublesome Thing

The trouble with tomorrow is that it takes too long if something nice is planned,
Too long if it’s pay day, or a romantic date where two are seen hand in hand.
Oh yes, far too long if waiting for something exciting, something that’s needed,
But not if something needs to be cleaned, repaired, redone, returned, mown or weeded.

Yes, that’s the trouble with tomorrow too, how tomorrow looses its appeal,
Or becomes the tomorrow after tomorrow, depending on how we feel.
Oh yes, tomorrow's such a troublesome thing — one way or another — ’cause we
Either can’t wait for it, or try to put it off, which seems so fickle to me.

By Lance Landall

10.  Pleasures And Treasures

Life’s not about pleasures and treasures, but deep relationships, and this is seen
When disabling health issues hit, or some ill like that sad Ukrainian scene.
Yes, ill health spoiling pleasures, and disasters removing treasures, like they do,
And war a disaster, but good friends awaiting, relationships that are new.

Yes, “Eat, drink and be merry,” and those treasures piled high, are but hollow,
And thus when ill hits, having focussed on such, it’s all much harder to swallow.
Deep relationships being what it’s really all about — yes, people, those who
We can depend on, and who’ll be there, when pleasure or treasure leaves, as they do.

By Lance Landall

11.  Time Is Less An Enemy, More A friend

“When I was younger,” He said to me, “Twenty, thirty, even forty, fifty,
I had things figured out, or so I thought, but I didn’t have, actually.
Yes, much I thought back then I changed my mind about, and again, ever learning,
The chapters of my life but mere stages, the years-cum-pages quickly turning.

And thus with each leaf I turned there came new revelations — insights, really — oh,
I having ran, not walked, and oh, how much I talked, hardly listened, nor thought, no,
Except about me, and even then, what did I really know about myself,
Or ever would, I being the product of many things, hence that out of reach shelf,

— well, seemingly —

That shelf where my book will finally lie with the rest, folk who thought they knew too,
And more known about others, I fear, fingers pointing as they’re prone to do.
And I just as guilty, wishing I could tear some pages out, pen some new lines,
And wiser souls hardly surprised who saw the trend, those tendencies, telltale signs.

All why patience rewards, not to mention an attentive ear and thoughtful heart,
Selfishness nothing but a curse, and hang ups a threat to any apple cart.
And why it’s true (and oft sadly so), that the years teach much that the days never know,
And this being why older heads are far wiser, sounder — well, generally so.


We too impatient, too self-focussed, and oft don’t really know what we want, ’till
Many tears later we’re looking at loss or disappointment, trouble or ill.
Yes, maturity’s a progressive thing, and oft our tastes too, but oh dear me,
We think we know better, and for example, marry badly or too early.

In other words, our youth a perilous time, and more so when one goes astray,
Rebellion adding to immaturity’s bumblings, those things we poorly weigh.
And so it goes, sentences of tales, paragraphs of grief, a book of sorrow,
So many having spurned advice, played with fire, lived as if there’s no tomorrow.

And I no lesser fool, for life’s bad breaks and cruel blows shouldn’t be added too,
And by that I mean, via one’s stupidity or foolishly chosen avenue.
Though here I’m somewhat shouting into the wind, for I’m not the first or the last,
But simply another who has encountered reality, removed the mask.”

And I thought to myself, this chap knows what he’s talking about.

By Lance Landall

12.  Pointless Risks

“It’s my right,” you hear some say, regarding some things they do,
That are foolish and dangerous, and even selfish, too,
Especially if they’re married and have children as well,
Who one day, via a coffin, may tearfully them farewell.

Many are seen as heroes, something I can’t understand,
Given these crazy things they do via the sky, on sea or land.
Many times they risk their lives doing these things that they do,
That one day could see their loved ones much heartache go through.

They call such acts ‘extreme sports’, and extreme’s certainly right,
For those indulging in such, aren’t behaving very bright.
It’s not acting sensibly if you’re playing with your life,
And it shows a lack of thought for one’s children, husband or wife.

When one’s married, or has children, such selfishness has no place,
For one’s duty, not one’s right, is what true love should embrace.
To indulge in extreme sports knowing full well you could die,
Hardly gives you hero status, for only fools, such things try.

I find it most intriguing how many who want to live
Will gamble away their lives doing what’s not positive.
Who would put their life at risk, simply for a silly thrill,
That their loved one’s happiness, and themselves, could pointlessly kill?

These folk aren’t good role-models, for just folly they encourage,
Thus such extreme behaviour society should discourage.
’Though it gives some folk a thrill, or an adrenalin rush,
It can also take their life, and other’s happiness crush.

If you’ve no wife or children, there are others you’ll affect,
Should you very imprudently an ‘extreme sport’ select.
And who’ll pay your expenses should your thrill lead to a spell
In a rehab center, or on life-support at a hospital.

By Lance Landall

A few more poems on risk-taking can be seen in my Special Poem Cluster, sigment One.


Covers the likes of UFO's, ghosts, charlatans, mediums, the occult, New Age gurus,
societal disintegration, 
life beyond the grave, and more.
Includes both secular and Christian material.

Christian content or degree.

13.  And So

“And so,” he said (having mentioned Doris, how she’d just passed away, joined the dead;
And her celebrity status and the shortness of life running through his head),
“It’s all cause for solemn thought, but what have we learnt, many wasting time instead,
And some giving up before they’ve barely started, thus they too joining the dead.

Life’s indeed an hour glass — a battery, if you like, and batteries don’t last,
Although their life span can be lengthened via maintenance, until spent, of the past.
Some too hard on their battery, others not using it enough, both erring,
Surgeons announcing the inevitable, or frantically busy curing.

She lived till ninety seven,” he said, “A goodly age for a human today,
Most dying earlier, that hour glass sooner or later getting its way.
Many treating life too lightly, little thought given to what’s beyond the grave,
A day of reckoning, say, that God who it’s said will either destroy or save.

I’m no Christian,” he said, “But forced to consider such, if you know what I mean,
One wanting more beyond or not, and would it be a joyful or scary scene.
That three score years and ten being a pretty poor deal, I reckon, and therefore,
Death really putting the boot in, or rewarding goodness via another door.

Doris Day didn’t want a funeral service, nor writing on her tombstone;
She possibly very humble, or just simply wanting to be left alone.
Stardom hardly where life’s at, Elvis sick of the limelight too, and then his end,
That shallow world left behind, but with death, are we facing a nightmare or friend?

And many deserving of a nightmare,” he snarled, “Given the ill that they’ve done,
A caring God hardly ignoring such, and isn’t a judge what they call God’s Son?
If He isn’t real, a lot will be getting away with murder, unfairly,
And His non-existence meaning anything’s permissible, if you ask me.

So, what’s kept this world together, I wonder? Though not so together these days.
Perhaps it’s Christianity, that morality that the Bible conveys.
If such is so, why are more folk spurning it, and more so if God does exist,
Because if He does, He surely wouldn’t be too happy, and thus what a risk.

I’m sure that most of us would like to think that there is in fact someone out there,
A Saviour, I guess, because the way everything’s going, we’re doomed, I fear.
And those trips to Mars and so on just a waste of time if we’re quarantined here,
Which makes sense of it all if we’re a fallen lot who’d contaminate their sphere.

And hey, why shouldn’t goodness be rewarded, and those evil doers dealt to?
And oh, many folk needing relief from misery, pain and oppression too.
Yes, we need rescuing alright, but repentance hardly in the mind of most,
Who, of their evils and rebellious, lawless exploits, are often seen to boast.

To be honest, what’s in the Bible seems the best that anyone’s come up with,
Darwin’s theory hardly helpful, and no doubt most of us still wanting to live,
Beyond the grave, that is — and things in the Bible proving true, I’ve heard folk say,
And why I guess we need to think about that path we take, lest it mightn’t pay.

People can be big stars,” he went on, “But death soon bringing and end to it all,
The grave being where everyone ends up, which only better health can stall.
And so,” he said, “Doris facing what’s behind that final certain, and me too,
Hence these thoughts I’ve shared, my end getting closer, though death can come out of the blue.

Better to act as if there is a God, I guess; and you and I incredible,
Amazingly designed, it would appear, this planet too, though now, far from well.
And many of us sensing something’s in the air, and could it be Christ’s return,
And hence those signs of the times that folk mention, which could well be cause for concern.”

I smiled as I interrupted him. “And so, what are you going to do
Given how you stated that in the meantime something could come out of the blue?”
“Yes,” he half mumbled, “It dogs us all, doesn’t it, we chewing things over still,
Or not at all, and if God does exist, I’d imagine He must want to yell.”

“Perhaps He has,” I replied, “And so…” but he wandered off, and I shook my head,
And a few weeks later discovered that he too (like Doris) had joined the dead.
“And so,” I said to myself, “Death having made that decision for him, probably,”
And I guess that’s how it’s always been (and will be) for most of humanity.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.

14.  That Failure To See

If anyone knows all about the trouble with tomorrow, it’s God, and so
He informing us lest we get caught by surprise via folly, that age old foe.
Skewed priorities, beguiling distractions and negligence oft aiding woes,
Or leading to that worse case scenario, eternal loss, the blow of blows.

And so, whilst making the most of today, we should mind and plan for tomorrow,
Even dwelling on what’s beyond — Earth a poor legacy, as far as things go.
Yes, three score years and ten (or so), and oft trouble and hardship along the way,
Or one’s life cut short, either by misfortune or that something that doesn’t pay.

And so (and given that God is the God of love), He’s trying to help us see,
Because seeing and heeding can spare us much, both now and eventually.
Whilst making the most of today, we shouldn’t get lost in today, because we
Could get caught out by tomorrow, and for us, what might lie beyond the cemetery?

Well, outstretched arms, hopefully, God welcoming us to Paradise, life anew,
But meantime, a brighter, happier life on Earth, and thus regrets being few.
No loved one taken for granted, no unnecessary pain or injury,
Both wisdom and God having won out, and not ill (through that sad failure to see).

Yes, God’s wanting what’s best for us, both now and later, and hence His warning call,
Those signs of the times, that advice via His Word, and Calvary saying it all.
Oh yes, there’s no love like His, no way that’s better, and no future that’s brighter,
And meantime, courtesy of His loving care, our load or burden much lighter.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.
A response to the song Imagine by John Lennon, once a member of
the Beatles.
The lyrics to this song can be found under the poem.

15.  With Respect, John Lennon

Imagine there is a Heaven, a gorgeous paradise above,
Where there’s no pain and heartache, but only happiness, joy and love.
And where one’s life begins again, and where peace and harmony reign,
Yes, a place where there is no evil, nor death that will stalk or claim.

Imagine that above us, John, there is far more than just the sky,
And a God who’ll renew this planet, answer our questions “Why?”
Yes, a hope beyond this planet, a hope beyond the sky above,
Where there’s a Kingdom that’s built on selflessness, not New Age self love.

“Imagine that there’s no Heaven,” you say, “it’s easy if you try.”
Well, it’s not easy for me, John, 'cause where is the hope should I die?
Oh yes, there has to be more to life than what you’re offering me,
Such simply naught but pie in the sky, just commercial poetry.

However, imagining that there’s no Hell is a good idea,
Because why would a God of love have a burning Hell anywhere?
Yes, why would a just and fair God of love burn people eternally,
Because only a monster would act so appallingly,

Hence why there's no Hell, such interpreted incorrectly!

Imagine that there's no religion
 oh dear, I certainly can,
Because Earth would be even worse, and such, more flames of evil fan.
Despite errant Christendom, Christianity has been the glue
Holding things together;
and many things proving this has been true.

“Imagine that there’s no countries,” you say
and hey, that too, I can,
A New World Order where some power gains greater control of man.
“A brotherhood of man,” you say, who will live in peace and not kill.
Well, I won’t hold my breath, John, because that’s a dream man can’t fulfill.

And hey, regarding possessions, John, I notice you enjoyed them,
So why is it that via your song, private possessions you condemn?
Besides, possessions have their place, and they’re somewhat necessary,
It simply materialism at fault, as far as I can see.

And as for living for today
well, I’m afraid that’s the trouble,
Yes, it’s “Eat, drink and be merry,” and all why our problems double.
There’s no thought for tomorrow, nor for consequences that might be,
And hence why things have worsened in both the home and society.

You’re not the only dreamer? No, and that, John, is a problem too,
Because there are realities that should be faced, things one should do.
Day-dreaming is simply for children, it’s action we need today,
And lest our forefathers’ efforts we undo, and thus them betray.

Yes, I’m sure you meant well, John, but frankly, your thoughts hardly gel,
And are just the musings of man, that same old tired carousel.
Yes, they may strike a cord of sorts, but that’s about it, I’m afraid,
Because when it comes down to it, they’re flawed, thus don’t make the grade.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded on 3 January 2022.
For further on the subject of some Hell (Christianity wise), you can visit my page
With God In Mind, and the page that's found there titled Untruths.

The lyrics to ‘Imagine.’

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one.

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one.

Christian content or degree.

16.  Give Your Kids Hope!

Yes, give your kids hope, tell them that there’s life beyond, a God who cares and loves us,
A heavenly being who came to Earth in the form of man, and called Jesus.
A God who reigns on high, a God who made this planet, and us in His image,
A God who can save and restore, and put it all back the way it was before.

Yes, give your kids hope, tell them the honest facts about the great controversy,
How one of God’s angels rebelled thus becoming both His and our enemy.
How Satan’s out to ensnare and destroy us, tried to do the same with Jesus,
But Jesus Christ gaining the victory, able to rescue and transform us.

Yes, tell them that any alternative is a hopeless lie, it Christ that saves,
It Christ that frees us from sin and evil’s hold, and that it’s Satan that enslaves.
That the theory of evolution is a manmade concoction, a fable,
We never monkeys — yes, it all a satanic hoax, and only Christ able.

And it He from whom love comes, those goodly traits, morals, standards and principles,
So unlike what’s found in the evil one who’s responsible for all Earth’s ills.
Satan always wanting control of Earth, hearts and minds, and he’s been succeeding,
Though ultimately Jesus will triumph — and meantime, He is interceding;

In other words, on behalf of those who’ve repented, who’ve turned from their wrong ways,
And who seek to love as God loves, they doing what blesses and not what dismays.
And thus this world a better place for their presence, they lights midst the darkness, and,
Just like our first parents in Eden, are taking care of creatures and the land.

Yes, give your kids hope, a worthy reason why they’re here, a purpose to live for,
A future that’s full of promise, an idol who it’s not folly to adore.
Yes, give them something they can grasp, a God to look to, one who can answer prayers,
He graciously delivering in line with that faith and trust that waits and dares.

Oh yes, because then you will see happier children who’ll love and not harm,
Who’ll not be disappointed; their Saviour soon returning with wounds on each palm.
And they having lived with their head held high, and having filled others with hope too,
That they may also behold God, not gaze hopelessly at monkeys in a zoo.

By Lance Landall

17.  Apparently,

I don’t know what I’m talking about, and God and Heaven imaginary,
We having come out of nothing but a bang that produced a breeding monkey.
So might as well eat, drink and be merry, and who came up with morality,
That outdated behaviour that’s tied in with thought and responsibility?

Yes, who needs Christianity with its talk of love, truth and eternity?
Hope just a crutch for those who can’t stand vice and that dog-eat-dog brutality.
They simply incompetent at decadence, aren’t au fait with debauchery,
And to be honest, are simply irritating the rest of society.


I don’t know what I’m talking about, and marriage and faithfulness plain silly,
Those one night stands and shacking up together working more conveniently.
Hence using-cum-bedding in order to find the right one making far more sense,
And as for sexual diseases, just fling them over someone else’s fence.

Yes, men will be men, so give them a break as they have come by it honestly,
They staking their claim right from the word go going by Darwin’s hairy theory.
And women shouldn’t worry too, but rather, emulate whatever men do,
Thus boozing themselves silly, shouting “Get it off!”, swearing just as foully too,

And then there’s pornography.


I don’t know what I’m talking about, and the genders an illusion, really,
Same-sex sexual acts quite normal, and who am I to say differently?
Hence a penis and vagina immaterial, no his or her body,
And nursing breasts not reality,
But such things simply mind over matter, so welcome bi-sexuality.


Why should women stay at home to raise kids who’re hardly that important, surely,
Working being much more satisfying given that one can earn heaps of money.
After all, we only live once, don’t we? All why self is clearly a priority,
And confusion nothing to get hung up on, nor nonsense like integrity;

Drat those who think differently.

Yes, apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about, and have got things wrong,
And those who’ve been throwing out values, standards and principles right all along.
So who’s in need of boundaries and demarcation lines if anything goes,
And given that the wisdom of these modern libertarians clearly shows?

By Lance Landall

18.  Wake Up Humanity!

Wake up, humanity! Can’t you see? There’s a battle for the mind, young minds especially,
They tender and ripe for the picking — yes, they street wise, perhaps, but lacking maturity.
Though how many kids are taught to value truth, sense, standards, nobleness and integrity?
And why they’re easily lead astray by forces at work-cum-this time in Earth’s history.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

We’re right in the thick of a battle, and once the mind is conquered, so too the heart and soul,
The individual then dancing to the tune of whichever puppeteer's in control.
Such no wonder if wisdom’s been discarded, ears and eyes not attuned to dangers that lurk,
Thus shame on those parents who fail to instil what they should, and due prudence and research shirk.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

Yes, there’s a battle for the mind going on, all minds under attack, two forces at play,
We on one side or the other, 'cause there’s no in-between, thus no room for being blasé.
Hence the need of deeper thought and wiser choices, and why more informed everyone should be,
Bearing in mind those baleful influences reaching into homes via TV and movie.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

All why we’ve reason to fear the future, 'cause look at what folk are fed, a diet of trash,
Their minds full of everything but what edifies, their focus on pleasures, things and cash.
Many Christians too, sadly, 'cause they should know better, and thus poor examples they are,
And why they’re kidding themselves they’re saved, they slurping from the same pungent, poisoned reservoir.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

All why humanity needs to wake up, Earth only as good as its inhabitants, they ill,
'Cause look at what they watch, what they listen to and read, discernment lacking, 'cause where’s the will?
They therefore easy prey, their children more so, 'cause right from young they’ve been soiled by so much ill,
Hence why wrong’s so familiar now, oft cherished, seen as right, and why Earth’s begun to chill.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

Yes, there’s a battle for the mind going on, and this no coincidence, but cruelly planned,
An evil, beguiling, disguised pied piper luring humanity, destruction at hand.
And why each uninformed, soap besotted, pleasure focussed, money driven, moral knocking person
Must shoulder some blame, 'cause they’ve played a part, will have cause for regret, 'cause things will soon worsen.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

So wake up, humanity! Please take the scales off, or has the battle for your mind been won
(You no longer able to pull back, nor wanting too, say, the damage well and truly done)?
I pray not, sense prevailing, you regaining your mind, not gifting it to the enemy,
But why foul your own soul, harm others while you’re at it; such being mindlessness, treachery.

Danger can lie in what we fail to see.

We need to remember we become what we feed on, take in, be such what we’re fed as well,
It manipulating minds, yet we consenting one way or another, under some spell.
And hey, trash doesn’t maketh a man, nor woman, but what does such do to the younger mind?
The battle seemingly won come the next generation, and where will that leave humankind?

Yes, wake up, humanity!

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded on 20 October 2022.

19.  Scary Or SCARY

No one wants to die (and given we were born to live), but death’s stalking the land,
Be it via Covid, earthquakes, tornadoes, cancer or whatever comes to hand.
And therefore, many full of fear these days, the world so different now, scary,
But more so for those who don’t have faith and hope, that promise of eternity.

Yes, that life beyond the grave makes all the difference, but hey, one must believe,
Because otherwise, what is there? And thus little consolation when we grieve.
Our existing life’s so very fragile, and more so today given the ills,
And random such a common word, hence that unfair suffering, those funeral bells.

And thus life becoming scary for us all, but there’s scary and there’s SCARY,
The scariest being that lack of faith and hope, that empty finality.
And some not even making the most of this life, languishing behind bars, or
In some way, paying for poor choices, not having learnt from those who’ve gone before.

Yes, it’s all reason for us to pause, to think beyond our current life, which means
Giving serious thought to what’s beyond, lest we’re witnessing Earth’s final scenes.
And thus we choosing scary or SCARY, nothing more darker than the latter,
And why when it comes to one or the other, dear friend, it really does matter.

By Lance Landall

20.  Dark, Spooky, Cruel And Deceiving

There’s a fascination with the occult, wizards, mediums and crystal balls,
People wanting to know who and what’s out there, and the what of tomorrow calls.
Well, many pastors and former occult members can tell you a thing or two,
Having encountered that dark, spooky, cruel and deceiving force no one should pursue.

Oh yes, it’s very real alright, and not for playing with, ’cause it won’t let go,
Not once you’ve embraced it, and then tried to leave, as many victims out there know.
And so, one wise to leave it well alone, despite how beguiling it appears,
And ghosts nothing but its clever trickery, how it oft hooks and even dares.

Yes, we’re looking at the ultimate in piped pipers, given that there are more,
People hanging on the words of others, and how ill oft opens its door.
It doesn’t matter who that person is, it’s a path that’s sure to have its cost,
Hence why we’re to find our own way, not letting ourselves be misled, steered or bossed.

Yes, there’s something going on out there alright, two forces battling for victory,
One honest, one dishonest, one good, one evil, it clear cut reality.
On one hand truth, transparency, and on the other hand, lies, chicanery,
Heavenly angels or fallen angels, and hence that good or ill we see.

By Lance Landall

21.  Those Windflowers

There's something about the mysterious, the unknown, the occult, that seems to attract many,
Hence their fascination with such, their questions and dabbling, the latter oft injuriously,
'Cause while questions have their place, our dabbling's quite another thing, and oft is, as many have found
To their misfortune, 'cause there're things and forces that are best left alone, seen as forbidden ground.

But like those signs that say “Wet Paint,” many can’t help checking in order to see if such is so,
Only to end up with wet paint on them — and where street drugs are concerned, soon meeting with sorrow,
'Cause just like in that haunting Seals and Crofts song called “Windflowers,” they soon get caught, then carried away,
Unable to free themselves from what beguiled, some devilish clutch, oft the cost when people play.

That is,

With those things that they shouldn’t, or where there's evidence for concern, as with the mysterious,
And most certainly so occult wise, 'cause the results of dabbling in such can be serious.
All why such shouldn’t be encouraged via the likes of Harry Potter, 'cause who knows where it will end,
Given that those young ones are enjoying evils that wisdom and a loving heart can't defend.

At first it’s fun, then a deeper interest, and soon, something has them being carried away,
Like with windflowers, but in a different form, and why everything one should carefully weigh.
All why some things are best left alone, and why one should just concentrate on the cares of the day,
Dealing with realities, not lost in the mysterious, only to be carried away.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 21 June 2022.

"I get letters from children addressed to Professor Dumbledore, and it's not a joke, begging to
be let into Hogwarts, and some of them are really sad. Because they want it to be true so badly
they've convinced themselves it's true."
K.J. Rowling herself speaking to Newsweek

"Any time the dark side of the supernatural world is presented as harmless or even imaginary, there is the danger
that children will become curious and find out too late that witchcraft is neither harmless nor imaginary."
Lindy Beam, Focus on the Family

Here's the lyrics to Windflowers:

Windflowers, my father told me not to go near them, he feared them always,
Said they carried him away.
Windflowers, I couldn't wait to touch them, to smell them, I held them closely.
Now I cannot break away.
Their sweet bouquet disappears like a vapor in the desert. Take a warning, son.
Windflowers, their beauty captures every young dreamer who lingers near them.
Ancient windflowers, I love you.

Christian content or degree.
This poem is in regards to a well-known TV medium, Colin Fry.

22.  With Respect, Colin Fry

With respect, Colin Fry, you’re either fooling or have been fooled, though
I’m very sure it’s both, and that some evil force has you in tow.
The dead are dead, completely, utterly, know nothing, don’t exist,
And thus it’s not their help, but help from that evil source, you enlist.

Let’s face it. If the dead were still about, hypothetically,
They would hardly need a medium — a showman, quite honestly.
’Cause they’d be far more advanced than you and I, presumably,
If in some Paradise, some Nirvana, spirit territory.

Yes, they would surely just appear, say what they wanted to, then go,
Not work through some medium who’s pocketing from some show.
Because why would they deprive their loved ones of their hard earned money,
Just in order to speak to them, make contact? No, something’s funny.

Yes, you do a lot of probing, don’t you? But I’m hardly surprised,
Because after all, isn’t that how most information is prised?
With some time and practice, one’s bound to strike gold, then regularly,
Also aided by psychology, and of course some trickery.

But hey, I also believe that evil forces aid psychics too,
So I’d be careful, Colin, otherwise the joke will be on you.
Yes, you’ll serve their purposes, make a lot of money, gain fame,
But at the end of the day, Colin, you’re a pawn too, in their game.

Tell me, if you’re so psychic, why ask all those questions that you do,
Because shouldn’t you know already, if given a name, a clue?
Therefore you should just pass on the message, and stop cruelly teasing,
Thus not stretching things out, but rather, their terrible grief easing.

But you know as well as I do, that it’s your probing that soon finds
Something that strikes a cord, whereby you enter eager, grieving minds.
And all why, via your cleverness, they’re soon convinced that you’re for real,
When you simply played upon their grief, that tragic Achilles heel.

Yes, I find it concerning, Colin, that psychics are on the rise,
Which given the current New Age climate, is hardly a surprise.
And with books and movies now majoring on spooks and fantasy,
It’s no wonder that these people are courting such territory.

And sadly, many Christians have got hooked on such fantasy too,
And hence why as a consequence, they the same mediums pursue.
Though Christians should know better, many have lost their bearings, been fooled,
And thus in the ways of error, folly, are also being schooled.

Yes, many think that when they die they go straight to Heaven or Hell,
Which isn’t logical, and which certainly isn’t biblical.
No, it’s pure falsehood, misinterpretation, ’cause the dead are dead,
And awaiting that time all will rise together, which lies ahead.

Metaphorically, we all sleep ’till the Day our fate’s known,
A fate somewhat related to the seeds that we have sown.
And those who’re still alive at that time, will discover their fate too,
And all those seeds that they have sown will rejoice over or rue.

And therefore, as is much fairer, together we’ll all learn our fate,
Because I believe there’s a God who our lives will evaluate.
And it then that we’ll go to a Paradise or not, not before,
And hence why regarding your talent, Colin, I'm hardly in awe.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded on 3 January 2022.

From a Christian perspective, and for those who're interested:

What happens come death?

“ ‘So mortals lie down and DO NOT RISE AGAIN; UNTIL THE HEAVENS ARE NO MORE [until the Second Coming], they WILL NOT AWAKE OR BE ROUSED OUT OF THEIR SLEEP [“Sleep” (metaphoric usage) refers to that passage of time between one’s death and Christ’s second coming. It’s at Christ’s coming that the “saved” dead will be raised]’ ” (Job 14:12).

“The soul that sinneth [continues in rebellion], IT SHALL DIE [whatever one calls the soul, it’s clear it will die]...”
(Ezek 18:20, KJV).

“Yet all these [faithful Bible heroes of all the ages] though they were commended for their faith, DID NOT RECEIVE WHAT WAS PROMISED [eternal life, immortality], since God had provided something better [much fairer] SO THAT THEY WOULD NOT, APART FROM US, BE MADE PERFECT [immortal. They will have to wait until Christ's return]” (Heb 11:39,40).

“The dead DO NOT PRAISE THE LORD, nor do any that go down into SILENCE [they have no more use of the powers of mind or body]” (Ps 115:17).

“For in death THERE IS NO REMEMBRANCE OF YOU [God]; in Sheol [the grave] who can give You praise” (Ps 6:5).

“Whatever your hand finds to do, do with your might; FOR THERE IS NO WORK OR THOUGHT OR KNOWLEDGE OR WISDOM IN SHEOL [the grave], to which you are going” (Eccl 9:10).

“When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day THEIR PLANS PERISH” (Ps 146:4).

“But I [Paul] would not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning them WHICH ARE ASLEEP, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope [the unbelievers]” (1 Thess 4:13, KJV).

“ ‘Multitudes who SLEEP IN THE DUST OF THE EARTH will awake, some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt’ ” (Dan 12:2, NIV). Note also Acts 24:15.

“ ‘Brothers, I can tell you confidently that the patriarch David died and was buried, and his tomb is here to this day...For David DID NOT ASCEND TO HEAVEN…’ ” (Acts 2:29,34, NIV).

"Do not be amazed at this, for a time [Christ's second coming] is coming when all who are IN THEIR GRAVES will hear His [Christ's] voice and come out..." (John 5:28,29, NIV).

“ ‘For the Son of Man is TO COME [at His Second Coming] with His angels in the Glory of His Father, and THEN HE WILL REPAY [with either eternal life or destruction] everyone for what has been done’ ” (Matt 16:27). Note also Luke 14:14.

“Finally, there is LAID UP FOR ME [kept in store] the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on THAT DAY [the Second Coming], and not to me only but also to all who have loved [longed for] HIS APPEARING” (2 Tim 4:8).

“ ‘See, I am coming soon; My reward [either eternal life or death] IS WITH ME [will be given then], to repay according to everyone’s work’ ” (Rev 22:12).

The idea of an immortal soul and an immediate afterlife originated in the ancient pagan religions and philosophical systems of Greece and Egypt. This pagan belief is the cornerstone of almost all eastern religions and the new age movement. This pagan belief wrongly became established as a Christian precept via Greek influence.
The theories of Plato (b428 - d347 BC) heavily affected Western Civilization, including Christianity (especially in the Latin West). Plato claimed there was an immortal and spiritual soul, which was said to exist prior to, and as separate from, the material body.

I can't remember who the author of the following article is:

Near Death Experiences.

Anything that takes place during a ‘Near Death Experience’ can happen in ‘real’ life. Period. Anesthesia, pituitary tumors, and too much carbon dioxide, for instance, can all trigger an apparent “out-of-body” experience. The “light at the end of a tunnel” featured in some NDEs, to give another example, can be duplicated by epilepsy, migraines, meditation, and drugs such as LSD, psilocybin, and mescaline. Even falling asleep triggers this reaction in some people! Under certain conditions the brain reacts in seemingly bizarre, but fairly predictable ways. Frightened, in shock, poisoned by the byproducts of dying cells – under these conditions, is it any wonder dying people see things that are out of the ordinary? Granted, exactly why people see what they do while dying is a mystery, but no more so than why people see what they do while dreaming. The ultimate answer to both questions lies within our skulls – not outside. Proponents of the NDE talk in terms of ‘cosmic unity,’ ‘life force,’ ‘energy balance,’ ‘morphic resonance,’ ‘inner awareness,’ ‘oneness with the universe,’ ‘life energy,’  ‘psychic awakening,’ and other phrases that should be an immediate clue to be wary. These concepts are derivatives of many far eastern religions that have been appropriated in New Age philosophy.

Regarding the occult, and given the serious dangers of such.

“Let no one be found among you...who practices DIVINATION or SORCERY, INTERPRETS OMENS, ENGAGES IN WITCHCRAFT, or CASTS SPELLS, or who is a MEDIUM or SPIRITIST, or who CONSULTS THE DEAD. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord, and because of these detestable practices the Lord your God will drive out those nations before you” (Deut 18:10-12, NIV).

“When men tell you to consult MEDIUMS and SPIRITISTS, who whisper and mutter, should not a people inquire of their God? Why consult the dead on behalf of the living? To the law and to the testimony! If they do not speak according to this word, they have no light of dawn” (Isa 8:19,20, NIV).

“Do not turn to MEDIUMS or WIZARDS; do not seek them out, to be defiled by them: I am the Lord your God”
(Lev 19:31). Note also Eph 5:11; 6:12.

“So I will come near to you for judgment; I will be quick to testify against SORCERERS…” (Mal 3:5, NIV).

“Furthermore, Josiah got rid of the MEDIUMS and SPIRITISTS, the household gods, the idols and all the other detestable things seen in Judah and Jerusalem…” (2 Kings 23:24, NIV).

“A man or a woman who is a MEDIUM or SPIRITIST among you must be put to death…” (Lev 20:27, NIV). Note also Ex 22:18.

“ ‘But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the polluted, the murderers, the fornicators, the SORCERERS, the idolaters, and all liars, their place will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death’ ” (Rev 21:8).

And a number of those who had practiced magic arts brought their books together and BURNED them in the sight of all. And they counted the value of them and found it came to fifty thousand pieces of silver" (Acts 19:19, ESV).

"Have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them" (Eph 5:11, KJV).

“The coming of the lawless one is apparent in the working of Satan, who uses all power, signs, lying wonders, and every kind of wicked deception for those who are perishing, because they refused to love the truth and so be saved...” (2 Thess 2:9-11).

Satan’s territory includes the following, which Christians have been warned to leave alone:

1) Attempting to communicate with the dead via mediums, séances, Ouija Boards, etc.
2) Attempting to tell the future via clairvoyants, psychics, astrology, tarot cards, palmistry, etc.
3) Involvement in any rituals, and practices associated with the occult, e.g. Satanic ceremonies, books, items, clothing, white magic, symbols [supposedly having magical properties], etc.
4) The use of things supposedly containing supernatural powers, e.g. crystals, amulets [used to ward off spells], etc.
5) The playing of games, the reading of books/material or watching of movies/videos that contain [entertainment wise], e.g. ghosts, wizards, sorcerers, hobgoblins, trolls, dragons, vampires, werewolves, Zombies, fairies, witches, spells, magic, gods, occult symbols, witchcraft, encompasses fairy tales, legends, etc.
6) Observing the likes of Halloween [witches holiday], St. John’s Eve [midsummer witches celebration], Yule [midwinter witch festival] —  dressing up as witches, wizards, etc.
7) Practicing Satanism [the religion devoted to the worship of the devil] with all its associated rituals, Voodoo [a religion that uses magic, communes with the dead, etc], etc.

God has absolutely forbidden Christians to enter Satan’s realm in any form (Deut 18:10-12; Lev 19:3; 20:27; Mal 3:5; Ex 22:18; Isa 8:19,20; Acts 16:16,18; 19:18,19), because —

1) It is a realm that is in total opposition to God [anti-Christ], and all that He stands for.
2) It is the realm of darkness, falsehood, and evil.
3) It is dangerous [one can become possessed by demons as a result, who don’t like letting go, and whose desire is to harm and destroy humans].
4) Those who involve themselves in this realm will not receive eternal life (Rev 21:8; 22:15; Gal 5:19-21), unless they repent.
5) It is a realm that Satan will use to bring about a major End-time deception (Rev 13:13,14; 16:13,14) that will fool (2 Thess 2:9-11; Rev 19:20; 13:13,14; John 8:44) most of the inhabitants of this earth, including Christians [who will think God is behind it, that it has His blessing] (Matt 7:22,23), leading to their destruction along with Satan and his evil angels (Rev 20:10,15). The delusions that Satan will use regarding this End-time deception will be so subtle [cleverly disguised] that almost everyone will accept them as reality [true, fact, real] (Matt 24:24). These delusions will be presented in a way [whether by word or action] that will make them appear acceptable, wonderful, and spiritual [Godly]. However, Satan has been very busy preparing people for this End-time deception for some time (1 John 4:1; 1 Tim 4:1; 2 Cor 11:14,15). Christians who have been allowing themselves to be entertained by things that belong to Satan’s realm, will not so easily recognize the real thing when it occurs, or won’t see it for the danger that it is, and thus will be caught out. Many, for example, will mistake Satan’s cruel deceptions for God’s miracles.

“Abomination” is the severest word used in the Bible to describe something that is offensive to God, and He uses it when talking about the territory of Satan (Deut 18:10-12, KJV). God does not make a distinction between “good” sorcerers and “bad” ones, or “good” wizards and “bad” ones, as is commonly conveyed via books and movies, etc [e.g. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings]. They are all part of the forbidden realm and all are an abomination in God’s eyes, and it is the Christian’s duty to expose and condemn this realm and all that is associated with it (Eph 5:11; 6:10,11,12, this one NIV; 2 Cor 6:4; 1 Tim 4:1; Col 2:8). 

For further on the subject of the dead (Christianity wise), you can visit my page
With God In Mind,
and the page that's found there titled Untruths.

23.  Don't Be Fooled

So you’ve seen a UFO, or maybe a ghost or two,
Or a friend who’s passed away reappear in front of you.
Perhaps you’ve had a message from a loved one who has died,
Who supposedly is watching from the so-called other side.

Well, I believe you’ve been hoodwinked by a devilish crew,
Whose very clear intention is to fool and mislead you.
Yes, evil spirit beings outside of the human sphere,
Who supernaturally make things happen or appear.

Such beings are full of tricks, and unless you’re wide awake,
They will take you for a fool, and a fool of you they’ll make.
They’ll quickly have you figured and will tailor make a trap,
Which round any carelessness very cleverly will wrap.

Yes, up the garden path they’ll lead anyone who’s half asleep,
Or any who have a penchant for following the sheep.
If you give them half a chance you’ll be down within a blink,
And looking at each other, they’ll give the thumbs up, and wink.

These dab hands at illusion know exactly what to do
When it comes to trickery that’s difficult to see through.
They have plied their craft for years, and successfully ensnared
The foolish and the careless, the uninformed and unprepared.

Their master’s clearly primed them as to all that can be done,
And provided weaponry that’s seen many battles won.
Thus fooling and injuring they consider heaps of fun,
And the icing on their cake is prey dozing in the sun.

Yes, don’t be fooled by tactics that these spirit beings use,
Be they UFOs or ghosts, or whatever means they choose.
They’re just a bunch of liars
yes, just cruel and heartless frauds,
Who I believe are binding many with their evil cords.

By Lance Landall

24.  Charlatans

Charlatans abound today who're making erroneous claims,
Thus deceiving many via their chicanery and mind-games.
Some say they can heal people, and communicate with the dead,
And thereby, many people they have successfully misled.

They're saying that they can cure AIDS, cancer, and blindness too,
Or restore someone’s hearing, heal the crippled, but that’s not true.
They’re raking in the money preying on the vulnerable,
And while living in luxury that’s not justifiable.

Many sound so convincing, have charisma and look the part,
And many are plain deluded, but gifted, or very smart.
Many say that they’re Christians, claim biblical authority,
When they’re simply charlatans that fool via word and artistry.

And some are seen on TV making the erroneous claim
That they have the power to heal or deliver in God’s name.
They tell of their successes, but seldom, if ever, reveal
Any solid evidence that their miracles are in fact real.

Yes, it seems that such charlatans are popping up everywhere,
And sadly, many are falling for these things they see and hear.
Those ones who're supposedly healed topple backwards to the floor,
Unlike biblical healings, revealed when God's Word we explore.

Mediums abound today too, who skullduggery employ
To acquire some information that many will falsely buoy.
Preying on the vulnerable they toy with the heart and mind,
Until all their probing questions something advantageous find.

Yes, we live in dangerous times, times when charlatans abound,
Hence there’s a need for caution, lest things seen and heard are not sound.
And no doubt there’re evil forces outside of the human sphere,
Who’re cloaked in human form, or who're using humans to ensnare.

Forces that are beyond our ken that have a mission in mind,
Yes, very evil spirit beings seeking control of mankind.
Using agencies and humans, and also institutions,
Or disguised in human form, they thus perpetrate delusions.

Apparitions, weeping statues, happenings that are weird,
Or mysteries and UFOs — all, I believe, are engineered.
Yes, it seems that we’re being prepared for some final deception,
That will take this world by storm and receive a warm reception.

However, there are humans who're just out for what they can get,
Unaware that such forces they foolishly aid and abet.
Likewise those with an agenda, those who unwittingly mislead,
And those who’re indifferent, snoozing — yes, endangered indeed.

By Lance Landall

“Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name
cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works?’ And then will I profess unto them,
 ‘I never knew you: depart from Me, ye that work iniquity’ ” (Matt 7:22,23, KJV).

“ ‘For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and produce great signs and omens, to lead astray, if possible, even the elect [committed followers and studiers of the Word]’ ” (Matt 24:24). 

Contains Christian content or degree.
Two verses from this poem have been used in another poem.

25.  Beware The Eckhart Tolles

(Re Eckhart Tolle, author of A New Earth)

Yes, beware of the likes of the Eckhart Tolles who are popping up everywhere today, unsurprisingly,
For we’re living in a time where anything goes, where anything’s embraced, folk having lost their way, sadly.
A time when many are confused and are running after this and that, their feet no longer firm on the ground,
And hence why opportunists (many in the form of New Age gurus-cum-spiritual teachers) abound.

Yes, it’s all been seen before, and therefore, is hardly due the title New Age, for it’s ages old, actually,
And such deluded or deliberate charlatans having long been proven to be just that, and rightly.
In other words, yogis, swamis, mystics, psychics — call them what you will — who’re raking in heaps of money,
And all because so many are caught up in the so-called “New spirituality,” Eckhart Tolle folly.

Now, I’m not knocking the man, but just his version of New Age mumbo-jumbo that’s doing the rounds today,
Such being the outcome of an unhappy childhood, his seeking some mystical healing — oh, how people stray,
'Cause there’s no such thing, but rather, a learning to live with our injuries, a refocusing of our thoughts,
And not an emptying of the mind, for thoughts are meant to constantly come and go, which medical science supports.

In fact, once we empty our mind of thoughts, we expose our mind to hypnotic influences we can’t control,
Such meaning: Any outside force could fill that vacuum with what it wants to say, thus misleading some poor soul.
But regardless of such a grave danger, we hardly need the added confusion of New Age mysticism;
Its sources being one’s imagination, the occult, Eastern religions and primitive paganism.

And yes, some Christianity thrown in as well, a right old potpourri, or, Christianity-cum-such,
As many Christians have mixed such with their Christian beliefs and practices, though their Bible conveys, “Don’t touch!”
'Cause this New spirituality-cum-New Age concoction is far from sound, a fusion of confusions,
A subtle and not so subtle blend of truth and error spread by the Eckhart Tolles nursing their delusions.

We live in a world where the enlightened aren’t as much as they think so, where foxes guard the hens, where
Soldiers shame their flag, where Christians shame their God, where leaders lie, plot, fornicate and wrongly steer,
Where men hide behind religion, where some seek to rule Earth, where the honest are called liars, where
Liars say they’re not so, and where fiction, fantasy, falsehood and heresy are held more dear.

We live in a time where Christians have exchanged trust in God for trust in man (and tote arms as well),
A time where morals have been exchanged for lust, discipline for appetite, and Heaven for hell.
A time where principles have been exchanged for opportunities, standards for convenience, and,
Where billions are spent on sheer indulgence while others live in poverty and die, though at hand.

Thus it’s no surprise that people are confused, and are chasing this and that (answers being right under their nose),
'Cause when sense, wisdom, fact and truth are exchanged for fiction, fantasy, error and nonsense, that’s how it goes.
We’re meant to live with the realities of life, and to work within them, and not go chasing the mystical,
And nor go exchanging the tried and true for some New Age gobble-de-gook-cum-flawed and experimental.

By Lance Landall

26.  The Danger Of QAnon

There are many evils occurring in this world, and plotters abound, but hey,
QAnon is a dangerous truth and error mix that is leading astray.
Yes, paedophiles are everywhere, a known fact, and in high places too,
And the world awash with the satanic, be it via books or movies we view.

But along comes that pick and mix cocktail of confusion, which, here must be said,
Harms the truth of something that may be going on, but that’s dismissed, put to bed;
To our peril, perhaps, remembering that history repeats itself, and
That world domination and wedding Church and State aren’t new, hence that lay of the land.

In other words, we shouldn’t be too quick to dismiss things, and nor foolish too,
QAnon having a fictional source, I understand, all why it’s askew.
But many caught up with it, unable to see what’s true and what’s not, sadly,
Pieces having come from various puzzles and been put together badly.

And all why they don’t fit properly, or at all, ’cause there’s mischief at work,
Hence that abstract picture, and in the shadows, some cyber trickster seen to lurk.
And Trump-wise, I’ve always seen him as a real threat, those militant Christians too,
And as for that QAnon salute, it Nazi-like — yes, there so much askew.

By Lance Landall

This poem is found elsewhere on site.
Recommended reading: Epidemic by Lori Handrahan, PHD. America's trade in child rape.

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And while we're on the subject.

27.  The One Poem Well Worth Reading

Even if you're not a Christian, it would pay to take the following seriously,
Because all these things are happening just as predicted via biblical prophecy.
Sure there's been many predictions, some pointing to the Mayan calendar, for example
(Despite not prophetic), but accuracy wise, the Bible having no parallel.

So what things are happening as predicted, and prior to Earth’s end and Christ’s coming
(And why through the Christian Bible I’d recommend each person be avidly thumbing)?
Though some of these things may sound familiar, we’re talking about a rapid increase,
And greater intensity — and until Christ’s return to this Earth, they won’t ease or cease.

I beginning with earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, droughts and other calamities,
(Climate change having kicked in), famines, pestilences-cum-every kind of disease.
And mixed with this, wars and rumours of wars, distress among nations, hearts failing for fear,
And love growing cold due to an increase in lawlessness, thus chaos everywhere.

And note this too: People becoming lovers of themselves (self-love a big thing today,
Many so self-focussed, narcissistic, vain, puffed up — hence that "cool" image they display).
And people becoming ungrateful, treacherous, arrogant, and boasting in their shame
(So oft seen), and many professing to be Christians when they’re only Christian in name.

And this not only predicted, but it all in the Bible, where it mentions as well
That many will become mere brutes, slanderers, haters of good, and the cause of much ill.
They also abusive, disobedient to their parents, reckless, and hooked on pleasure,
Money having them well and truly in its grip, they piling up treasure on treasure.

Just like in Noah's time, it tells us, the Earth full of violence, corruption and evil,
Few hearts and minds being free of selfish, wrongful intent, thus the world in upheaval.
Many scoffing at a returning Saviour, though false Christs and false prophets will appear
(And could it be that Satan might impersonate Christ, thus suddenly appearing here?).

Perhaps you don’t believe in him, but there’s clearly an evil force, not just a good one,
Hence why God's Word states the following, and this, prior to the return of Christ the Son:
That a religious-political power will gain control of Earth, and thereby all,
A persecuting power, which Christ will destroy on His return; its cruel reign a gall.

And it being a copy of an old power.

All who bow to its enforced dogma, treacherous heresy, will suffer the same fate,
And having suffered from plagues due to same folly, God having warned, they seeing too late.
And hence why I mention all this, 'cause if it’s true, and God having warned us via His Word,
We'd be fools to ignore such (and if Noah were true, and a worldwide flood had occurred).

Oh, one more thing: We’re told amazing “signs and wonders” will accompany that power,
No doubt in order to authenticate it, thus people fooled, for oh, how things turn sour.
It at first lamb-like, then a nasty dragon, which is why I’d be watching carefully,
And checking this and that, and should I see such unfolding, acting very hastily.

Yes, believe it or not, it there in God's Word, His words oft backed by archaeology,
And proven to be historically accurate, nor having flunked some prophecy.
So, with the Bible having such a track record, and lauded by millions everywhere,
I’d rather believe it than not, 'cause where’d one stand should His Word prove true, and He appear?

At the end of the day, even fools can see something’s in the wind, Earth on borrowed time,
Hence the folly of not taking such seriously, lest too late, there's that midnight chime.
But given what love we do see, such just has to come from somewhere, hence why I believe
That there is a God, one who created this Earth, and over its fall was seen to grieve.

And I believe He’s coming back again, His first visit providing grace, hope for all,
But only should we accept Him as our Saviour, and on His life changing power call.
'Cause it’s clear we’re all sin-sick, that this Earth’s another doomed Titanic that's going down,
Hence my poem, 'cause your choice will determine whether you're rescued or whether you'll drown.

By Lance Landall

“ ‘And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars...for nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows’ ”
(Matt 24:6-8, NKJV).

"And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?" (Mark 8:36, NLT).

Regarding the persecuting "beast" power, you may wish to check out the book of Revelation, chapter
13, verses 11-18; chapter 14, verses 9-13; and chapter 16 (Christian Bible).

This poem was upgraded on 20 October 2022, and its title changed.

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28.  2012, They Said

There have always been those who have attached significance to some date, be that correctly or incorrectly,
And yes, 2012 was one such date, and why two very important things I've sought to clarify:
The Mayan Long Count calendar is not a prophetic calendar, and as far as things go biblically,
The Bible states that no one knows the date of Christ’s return-cum-the date of Earth’s fate apocalyptically.

If the latter two had occured in 2012, such would've simply been a lucky guess, quite clearly,
Though if the error filled date setting of the past is anything to go by, such was rather unlikely.
Yes, certain things might've occurred in 2012, 'cause going by the Bible, and its accuracy,
The likes of calamities, pestilence, famines, wars, violence and lawlessness will occur more frequently.

Hence why one could argue,

That it’s surely better to live rightly and find that there isn’t a God, and that the Bible is incorrect,
Than to live wrongfully (out of sync with God’s will), and find that there is a God, and that the Bible is correct.
And at the end of the day, hope counts for a lot, and those principles and beliefs found in Christianity,
'Cause the flip side is, why bother doing what's right, 'cause what’s the point if we've a dog eat dog society,

And there goes accountability.

Well, regardless of what lies ahead, joy and peace is found in doing good to others, and keeping our conscience clear,
And though we will not be free of troubles and suffering, much of such, via the right attitude, we’ll elsewhere steer.
And when all is said and done, what will be will be — and hey, when has anybody benefited from worry?
So meantime, let us lovingly do whatever we can to improve and ease the sad lot of humanity.

By Lance Landall


29.  It's Not Until Later

Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.

It seems that when we’re in our youth (even a little older) we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.

Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.

If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now, and can’t explain.

By Lance Landall

30.  Mind What You Say and Do

It’s sad that it can take almost a life-time before we’ve learnt, and then it’s often too late,
For the damage is done, our energy waning, and troubles and poor health lying in wait,
And we, very regretful, our back against the wall, and old father time ticking away,
All of which then seems to conspire against us, as if wanting to make us suffer and pay.

When all is said and done, it’s all about treating other folk well, and not causing them ill,
For come those twilight hours of our life, and amidst deep reflection, past wrongs may haunt and chill,
Yes, rather than the warmth of much happier memories, and deeds more noble and worthy,
We may feel cold draughts of restlessness and anxiety, and sleep may not come easily.

And we may also be forced to live with the baleful results of our callousness and folly,
Be that via personal scars, or scars we’ve inflicted on others that shout at us daily,
For all that we do and say results in something, be it minor or major, good or bad,
Which, amidst our final years, will leave past years looking beautifully or shamefully clad.

Or to put it another way, such will leave us selflessly clothed or selfishly exposed,
Our conscience clear or pricking, and we, thus either agitated or serenely composed,
For all that we leave behind, either remains behind, or catches up, eventually,
A fact that has borne the test of time — one that rather than later, is better learnt early.

By Lance Landall

31.  And How About You?

I can’t believe the things that I’ve done, it’s as if I’ve been somebody else, and,
Why I’m so full of regret and looking at sorrow that’s always close at hand.
And yes, guilty as charged, my repentance unable to erase or reverse,
For when it comes to ill or foolishness, both are accompanied by a curse.

And so is selfishness, those destructive issues we have that can boil and spill,
And as with selfishness, they returning to bite us after we have shunned ill.
For the moment we err, wheels are set in motion that don’t always come with brakes,
And why we need to mind what we say and do, even those genuine mistakes.

Yes, we may change our direction, become a different person, but oh dear,
How those wheels can keep on rolling in the lives of others pierced by any spear.
For wounds can be deep, and scars cruel and ugly, and they in sight and oft in mind,
And hence why even when we’ve changed for the better, we can’t leave some things behind.

And yes, our distress all the greater given our new found sensitivity,
But better that than remaining where we were and just repeating history.
And why I can’t believe the things I’ve done, I not that fool that I was before,
Though still far from perfect, and thus a work in progress, a boat closer to shore.

And how about you?

By Lance Landall

32.  A Certain Regret

I’ve met some lovely people in my life who I thought were great, but didn’t fully appreciate,
And oh, how I regret such, for now, having matured more, I’m better able to evaluate.
After all, how many truly lovely people come our way? And this why we should treasure them so,
'Cause while many people are nice, less are really lovely people, who truly care and real love show.

And I’ve let a few of them down — wish I hadn’t — 'cause I wish they were still around given I’ve grown,
So regretful of the foolish mistakes I’ve made on my journey, and unfortunate seeds I’ve sown.
Some of us taking much longer to mature, issues and selfishness getting in the way, sadly,
Or that failure to see what we would’ve been better to see, and now do, thanks to maturity.

Not that we ever reach a state that’s free of mistakes, but growth counts for a lot, and helps us to see,
And oh, how much more we need to, 'cause it’s that failure to see — youthful blindness — that mars our journey.
And which can also mar someone else’s, leave an unpleasant snapshot, best forgotten memory,
All of which doesn't serve us well, and a budding relationship can kill, hence why we need to see.

Such is the way it's been for many, who, just like me, didn’t appreciate some who came their way,
Well, not as much as they should’ve, or who jiggered a friendship, which on both sides duly caused dismay.
All why I hope that in the years I've left, and in theirs too, more really lovely people will come along,
'Cause such I’m now able to appreciate more, and will respond accordingly, lest things go wrong.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 31 January 2020.

33.  Mind Those Years

The truth is, we don’t live long, thought it mightn’t seem so initially, but in time
Up the ladder of age towards that day of departure we invariably climb.
Yes, very slowly at first, until that time when the years seem to gallop, and then
We looking back over that nearly used up quota that’s the sorry lot of men.

And oh, how we often waste those years, one way or another, and enter regret,
But when we indulge in folly, or go light on love and care, that’s just what we get.
And so, we learning too late, having approached that closing gate, it soon to be locked,
And thus we having good reason to mull over that sound advice that we once knocked.

By Lance Landall

34.  I'm Truly Sorry, Dear

I drove the sedan in silence, my thoughts sombre, fretful and deep,
My hands tightly on the steering wheel, eyes fixed, glazed, in need of sleep.
In fact, we both were silent, and hurting very deeply inside,
But even more so my darling wife whose distress was justified.


We can suffer nasty blows in this world, a world that’s full of pain,
Misfortune that can physically and emotionally drain.
And amidst those hard knock-down punches and our struggle to arise,
Even feelings for fellow sufferers we’re prone to anaesthetize.

“Would you like an ice-cream?” she asked me, meaning she desired one.
“No,” I replied, so absorbed in self, blind to what I had just done.
Continuing to drive I glanced at my wife, she silent once more,
And the tear that I noticed trickle broke my heart, and at it tore.

Such I have never forgotten — yes, it still haunts me to this day,
To think that I had acted in such a callous, unfeeling way.
It had seemed such a little thing, but to her it had meant so much,
Because I had just denied her what she’d needed, a tender touch.

Sure I was hurting too, locked in grief that kind of paralyzed,
But just how thoughtless I had been, I only later realized,
I cruelly adding to her pain, and hence that solitary tear
That had slowly trickled and fallen, and shouted, “Oh, callous ear!”

You see, no ice-cream was bought that day, as I’d just continued on,
And thus that opportunity that I’d had to cheer her was gone.
A fleeting moment when love required that there and then I act;
Oh, how deeply I wish now that my “No” I could somehow retract.

It wasn’t just an ice-cream — oh no — it was so much more than that,
Something that she’d sorely needed at that moment where she was at.
And so, I had hurt the one I loved, my own pain making me blind;
Oh, thoughtless heart, how I curse thee, for you’re the blight of humankind.

By Lance Landall

This older poem (which was previously titled I'm So Sorry) was upgraded 20 January 2018.

35.  What's Done Is Done

Okay. So you made a big mistake, acted foolishly,
Perhaps accidentally, deliberately, criminally.
A bad mistake, one that has caused you or others much pain,
And you’re sorry, real sorry, and your remorse can’t contain.

Well, you’re not alone, we’ve all made mistakes, acted wrongly,
And many of us dreadfully so, and publicly.
Yes, made fools of ourselves, and maybe shamed our family,
And as a result, lost something that we cared about dearly.

What am I trying to say? Stop beating yourself! It’s pointless!
You’re just sawing sawdust, and creating a bigger mess.
Others have done worse than you, and yet, they’ve weathered the storm,
And to tell you the truth, big mistakes seem to be the norm.

If you’ve good health, have all your limbs, good hearing and eyesight,
There’s still so much to live for, should your attitude be right.
Forget the finger pointing, the nose rubbers, the critics,
And dust yourself off, move on, leave behind what you can’t fix.

You’re not what you were yesterday (unless you choose to be),
But rather, what you choose to be today, courageously.
Let others think what they like, and they will, so why worry,
It’s your life, and if you’ve changed, you’re acting differently.

Enjoy yourself, find a hobby, a cause, and make new friends,
For though you may have blundered, that’s hardly where life ends.
You can still make others happy, leave something good behind,
Despite any negative memories that might remind.

Yes, too many take their life, or dwell on their misery,
When often they could improve things, and significantly.
It’s better to shrug our shoulders and learn from our mistakes,
And in order to find joy again, do whatever it takes.

By Lance Landall

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36.  Sore Regret

Kind David was a man who ended up living with sore regret, sad to say,
His dignity lost given his heinous offence, and why such doesn't pay.
He plotting the murder of Bathsheba’s husband after lust sore him err, and
Then taking her as his wife, and when he had so much! It hard to understand.

Some excuse their actions by citing David was a man after God’s own heart,
But that’s only in the sense of the general tenor of the life we chart.
In other words, David walked obediently (except here), was quick to repent,
And that was what God meant — oh, the poor excuses for their wrong, that some invent.

But amongst his people, who once adored David, he was thought much less of, and
He feeling it all acutely, but the damage was done — oh, the wrong he’d planned!
Yes, that regret cutting deeply into his soul, and go away it wouldn’t,
And all why when it comes to us acting wrongly and foolishly, we shouldn’t.

By Lance Landall

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37.  Very, Very Much

I’m glad there’s a God who loves me despite the mistakes I make, there so many,
People quick to right one off, and friend wise, we sometimes don’t seem to have any.
Yes, pain added to pain, because mistakes one doesn’t choose to make — well, not me,
’Cause I’ve seem the folly of such, and no longer a fool or wounder wish to be.

Oh, those mistakes that are held against us, or that we oft beat ourselves with, and
May struggle to get beyond, which robs us of much joy and happiness God planned.
Yet there He is, forgiving and forgetting, and why I’m so glad He’s for real,
And thus it oft only because of Him that so much better with things I deal.

No, there’s no magic wand, mistakes having consequences, but there He is, and
Why I turn to Him for forgiveness and help, that nail pierced but still offered hand.
Oh yes, how I’ve wronged and hurt Him too, but His response showing nothing of such,
My sorrow and my regret enough, ’cause He still loves me very, very much.

By Lance Landall

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38.  RESET

Too many of us fret over wasted years and past mistakes, we bemoaning what could’ve been,
And feeling that we’ve not achieved this or that, or been hard done by, we tired of some old routine.
Or we nursing past wounds that spoil the present and mar the future — and this, all so pointlessly,
Rather than us making the best and most of things, and we, looking forwards to eternity.


The latter being the whole point — reason for joy! — 'cause despite a wasted, messed up or pain filled life,
We’re going to get another one, a brand new one, it free of pain, regret, heartache and strife.
All why it sort of doesn’t matter if we’ve ruined this one, or if others have ruined it for us,
And hence why we should just throw ourselves into helping others and faithfully serving Jesus.

And you know, that’s exactly where true happiness is found, and how we notice our pain far less,
'Cause our thoughts are lost in others, and our focus outward rather than inward, which God can bless;
And the reason why being: Because such opens the door to possibilities and brighter days,
'Cause what goes around comes around, and rather than surly clouds, we basking in heavenly rays.

Yes, there’s no question that our response-cum-attitude to any negative thing makes or breaks,
And that our fretting and stewing just opens that old oven door where more misery soon bakes.
And as I mentioned, all so pointlessly, 'cause this isn’t the only life we’re going to get,
And hence why it’s far better to move on, make the best and most of things, and forgive and forget,

And this, while losing ourselves in others and faithfully serving Christ, who soon, will press RESET.

By Lance Landall

Mind Those Charlatans

I'm assuming that you have heard the expression, “Everyone’s a comedian.” Such is sometimes sarcastically stated when someone is cracking jokes. Well, it seems that these days everyone is also a marriage guidance counsellor, a sexual therapist, a psychologist, a motivational guru, a financial expert, an astrologer, a faith healer, a psychic, or a medium.
It seems that if one can come up with a clever book (or seminar), conveying how to have a blissful marriage, a terrific sex life, a fat bank account, happiness by the bucket load, an out-of-world experience, a miraculous healing, or contact with the departed, that they’re bound to become not only popular but handsomely rewarded financially. Hello?
And I guess the reason that such people are so successful is because so many people are reaching for the latest magic wand, don’t want to face up to reality, have been bewitched by New Age nonsense (really age old nonsense in new garb), are just plain gullible, or are in a very vulnerable place.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not against worthwhile material pertaining to certain subjects, and there are many genuine people out there producing some very good material, but hey, when it comes to every man and his dog producing such (much of it truth peppered with error, pure nonsense, or simply flawed in some way), it really makes one wonder, and brings home the necessity of seriously scrutinizing such.
The downside of all this is that it often has folk wandering all over the place until they finally stumble on what’s right — that is, if they do. And with so many books out there, all with their own ideas on what will work and so forth, one might well ask,  "Who's got it right?"
The world is full of charlatans (with followers by the thousands), and nowhere is this more clearly seen than via the likes of mediums with their bogus books on the “afterlife” and their TV programmes where they supposedly impart soothing messages from the departed to the gullible sitting in the audience. When I say gullible, I don’t mean that in an insulting way, but in the sense that midst their grieving (vulnerability) they fall for the mediums chicanery. If only people spent more time thinking things through logically.
If these mediums are able to have contact with spirit beings who impart such knowledge, or the departed ones themselves, why do they have to ask so many probing questions of those in the audience. Surely the spirit beings or the departed ones would tell these mediums straightaway. Yes, it’s quite amusing, and very telling, how it takes all that messing about. Oh dear, all that static on the airwaves!
I once watched a programme on TV (wish I’d taped it now), which showed how these sophisticated conmen or con-women (mediums) operate. It was quite an eye opener. It's an art form, believe me. But when folk are feeling desperate and vulnerable they will try anything. It’s the “just in case” syndrome. Most of us have been there done that. I’m sure that some of these mediums are deluded enough to actually believe in what they’re doing, which makes them all the more dangerous, and given that Christians believe that there are fallen angels (evil spirit beings), I would imagine that some mediums are in fact being fed via such (in some way), but certainly not truthfully as such beings love to deceive. If only these mediums truly knew the forces that they are playing with. Many who once dabbled with such forces have some pretty horrific stories to tell.
Why would evil spirit beings do nice things, or speak the truth? And as far as good spirit beings go, they would hardly operate via charlatans, and wouldn’t cruelly string people out, nor would they be slow in presenting information to psychics that would prove a blessing. Besides, if the dead could make contact with us, I’m sure they’d be capable of doing that themselves. Not that I believe the dead have somehow, in some form, left their grave and departed for some other destination yet (Heb 11:39,40), where, as mediums try to convince, they somehow communicate. Such is simply pagan fiction that found its way into the realm of Christian belief [doctrine] via the apostasies that crept into the early Christian Church via Greek influence, for one. No wonder mediums are having a field day! If such were true, what would be the point in Christ's second coming resurrection? He'd hardly come back just for bodies if folk were somehow already up in Heaven.
And tell me, why do so-called psychics need to be taken to the scene of a crime? Seems the source that’s providing them with that telepathic information has that oh so familiar static problem, and a faulty GPS system. Can't they just ask those spirit beings? Thus, my heart bleeds for the victims of these psychics and mediums who sincerely believe the rubbish they’re told. Yes, hit and miss. If they're really good, more hit than miss.
If I published a book saying how I was a medium and had contact with spirit beings who imparted certain messages, I’m sure that in time (with a certain exposure), I too would soon have a following, and people believing that what I was saying was true (or that it might be true), especially if I came across as very genuine, and even more so if I was somewhat respected within the community, or a celebrity.
And then there are those astral conmen, astrologers who have people following their daily predictions. I once took the time to check out my so-called star sign and the daily predictions proffered. I discovered that I wasn’t simply an Aries but actually a mixture. A bit of this and a bit of that — lol. Such reminds me of that psychology nonsense that once again places people in similar little boxes: Sanguine, melancholic, choleric, and phlegmatic. And surprise, surprise, once again you’ll probably find that you’re a bit of this and a bit of that, just like I found. I hope that you'll excuse my yawn. My understanding is that the origin of such is Babylonian astrology.
As for the astrologer’s predictions? Once again, just clever humbug, hit and miss, nonsense that percolates within the subconscious, if one's silly enough to dwell on such, that is — in other words, it’s just mind over matter. Things have a way of turning out the way we let them. If we’re a bit of this or that, part this or part that, which prediction would actually be the right one on the day? I mean, think about it. The one for the Aries person, the one for the Virgo person, the one for the Gemini person…?
And then there are those motivational books such as Dale Carnegie’s How To Stop Worrying And Start Living. Please don’t give such to someone who’s struggling emotionally or suffering from depression, as if all they need to do is to think positively and they’ll come right. Motivational books may have their place, but beware those who think that the likes of depression is simply a state of mind that positive thinking will cure. Such is not only naïve, but insensitive and dangerous given the complexities within an individual's mind, background and life in general. And that’s where such books can mislead the uninformed or misinformed. Along with their misleading, "You can achieve anything you want to" nonsense. Hardly reality based. Such is the bedfellow of the positive thinking carry on. Yes, another subject, but suffice to say, there is a big difference between thinking positively and positive thinking — a tired old mantra that does more harm than good, and that is full of more holes than a sieve.
As I mentioned earlier, there are some genuine people putting out some very good material, but even here, one needs to tread with care. One example that comes to mind is, The Five Love Languages by the Christian Gary Chapman. Teaching that your spouse's love language may be that of receiving gifts is simply foolishness, in my mind. Such is teaching spouses (husbands and wives) to have a selfish expectation, almost as if it’s their right to have such, and get such. Pity the husband (for example, and who might be the sole breadwinner), who’s unemployed or on a meagre wage. So much for that relationship perhaps, should gifts not be forthcoming, if receiving gifts is his wife's love language. While it’s nice for a husband to surprise his wife with a little gift here and there (and so a husband should, I feel), it shouldn’t become an expectation on the wife’s behalf (nor the man's). Such expectations cease to be surprises effectively, and, I might add (as far as Christians go), are contrary to the selflessness that the Christian Bible teaches.  For the Christian it's all about giving, not receiving.
Rather than such being a spontaneous act that comes from a man's heart, it thus becomes something that he feels he had better do or needs to do, otherwise... And all because his wife has been foolishly taught that her love language is that of receiving gifts. And hence her expectance. What next? It's all about how you treat a woman (your spouse), not about gifts which can become an insincere and selfish way of attempting to get certain favours. And gifts (just like anything else), can become taken for granted, cease to excite the same. Oh, another one? How nice...yawn. A trip to Disneyland might be fun, but were one to visit Disneyland each day, it would soon just become a bore.
Quite honestly, you can read all the books on marriage you want, but at the end of the day, its that little word “me” that’s mainly responsible for marital troubles. If the husband is doing all he can to selflessly please his wife, and the wife is doing all she can to selflessly please her husband, both will eventually get what they want. The problem is that we seldom see such selfless behaviour, but it's where the answer lies. it’s all about dying to self, and after all the books on marriage are read, that’s what it ultimately comes down to. Why run around in circles. Begin where it really counts. That same advice applies to our relationships in general. The problems within society, and with Christianity too, largely stem from that same “me” mentality.
And while we’re on the subject of books written by Christians, another one that comes to mind is, The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. As far as The Purpose Driven Life goes, it’s a book that rather than confronting Christians with what they need to hear, simply lulls them into an even deeper Laodicean sleep via pop psychology, humanistic theology, and a watered down gospel that pleases itchy ears. It’s message is far from apostolic given it’s lack of balance, worldly fusion, and error. Funny how such books are so popular today. Or is it? Yes, it’s not just buyers beware, but readers beware, and watch the likes of those charlatans parading as mediums, or those faith healers who're just as bogus (popular and wealthy), and that just like mediums, are popping up everywhere these days. Signs of the times?

The following plucked article bears out my comments regarding astral conmen.

The Abrupt Dawning Of The Age Of Ophiucus, AFP January 15, 2011, 3:53 pm

WASHINGTON - Thousands of people woke up to the realization this week that they aren't who they thought they were. Worse still, neither was that partner they always thought they were so compatible with based on their astrological signs, because this week it was announced that many of us were reading the wrong horoscope.
"Over the 2,500 years or so since the zodiac was established, your sign has moved about a month relative to the sun and stars," wrote Robert Roy Britt in a posting on Live Science that was republished by a newspaper in Minnesota, triggering the zodiac panic. "You're no longer what you think you are, and so if you're an astrology buff, perhaps poised to make a New Year's resolution based on the stars and a reading of your supposed personality, know that you're actually following observations, predictions and advice aimed at another person entirely."

The shift in the alignment of the stars, which has come about because the Earth has been wobbling on its axis for millennia, means most people go back a sign. Warm-hearted, patient Taurus becomes selfish, quick-tempered Aries. Eminently practical and prudent Capricorns are now blindly optimistic and careless Sagittarians. And many Sagittarians are now Ophiucus.
Oh what?
Ophiucus. It's the hitherto little-heard-of 13th astrological sign. Apparently the Babylonians had an Ophiucus column in their daily horoscopes but it got dropped somewhere between their civilization and ours. In any case, news of the celestial shift and of Ophiucus's resurrection sent astrology buffs reeling. If they weren't wondering how to get rid of the Scorpio tattoo that they just had done when it turns out they're really Libra, as Michele Zipp did in a blog posting on The Stir, they were pondering some of the other existential questions raised by the change. What, for instance, are Ophiucus's personality traits? What signs are compatible with Ophiucans? And do the lyrics to the song from "Hair" that go, "This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius" have to be rewritten? It would become "the dawning of the age of Capricorn", which doesn't really work with the meter of the song. Knowing that famous Ophiucans include the late Sir Winston Churchill, rocker and reality show star Ozzy Osbourne, the late US comedian Richard Pryor, and pop star Britney Spears, all of whom were born between November 29 and December 17, sheds little light on what the sign's personality traits are. In fact, wrote John Abbott in Kernel Press about Ophiucus, "To claim that people as disparate as Ozzy Osbourne, Winston Churchill and Richard Pryor have a similar set of characteristics is nonsense."
The news of the heavenly shift is in fact old -- Britt's story links to another published on Live Science in 2007, in which the shift in the heavens and Ophiucus were announced, and Abbott wrote his piece in 1996, which is why he didn't mention Britney Spears -- she released her debut album in 1999. Britts and Abbott both point out that astrology is not a science, a hint that no one was supposed to take the redrawing of the zodiac map too seriously. But for some reason, the whole thing went viral after the Star Tribune newspaper in Minneapolis picked up the story and got an astronomer -- a real scientist -- to comment on it. The astronomer was swamped with phone calls, and the Star Tribune's website got more than 183,000 hits on Thursday. "If we had checked our horoscope, maybe we would have seen this coming," chuckled the Star Tribune's Bill Ward in his column on Friday. According to a survey conducted in 2009 by the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life, a quarter of Americans believe in astrology. That's 75 million people who could now be worried that someone is trying to Ophiucus.

Getting People To See

 I'm sure we've all heard it said that truth is stranger than fiction, and if such is so, then surely no more so than today with all the things that are going on. And hence why one should keep an open mind, read broadly, investigate thoroughly, and avoid the bias trap that gets in the way of so many discovering the truth about anything. We've all got to find out for ourselves what is correct. Not just blindly adhere to what our parents, friends, teachers, ministers, politicians, or anyone else has told or taught us. Nor get fooled by things that come in nice packages but are actually danger in waiting.
I'm a great believer in freedom of expression and that all should have the opportunity to say what they believe or think in the public arena. Take that away and we're doomed! The only ones who should be silenced (so to speak) are those who clearly teach or preach violence and outright hatred. Let's not confuse things. For example: One should be allowed to publicly state that they believe same-sex sexual acts are wrong and injurious, and that they believe such shouldn't be condoned in any form. But that's where it should end, no further. Those who practice such acts should still be treated humanely, be shown the same love and compassion that all should be. Second example: One should be allowed to publicly state that they believe a particular religion is misleading people, and that certain doctrines it holds are wrong. But that's where it should end, no further. Condemnation is one thing, bigotry and persecution quite another. Yes, it's one thing to condemn and oppose someone's beliefs or actions, quite another thing for us to mistreat them personally or collectively.
Now, back to where I came in. Given that truth is stranger than fiction, we shouldn't dismiss every conspiracy theory that turns up, nor should we put an end to such in any way. While some conspiracy theories prove to be false, some prove to be true, certainly given time. And I assume we've all heard about the 9/11 conspiracy theory. Does it have validity? Well, wisdom would surely have us checking such out, for if what's being said is so, it wouldn't pay for us to be ignorant of such, and we also need to draw from the best material that's available out there. After all, there is a lot of rubbish, and even the wisest of folk can get fooled. One needs to compare this and that, check out the fors and against. It's no good just reading what suits. We need to view both sides of an argument. Hopefully neither bias nor patriotism will get in the way of any serious inspection. And at the end of the day, YOU, must be the judge.
I must add too, that only those with something to hide would deny such websites the freedom to operate and deny folk the opportunity to inspect such.
Getting the masses to see what they need to see (for their own well-being, or others), or simply trying to reach folk individually in order to achieve the same, is not an easy task, and nor has it been for those who have made such their mission throughout this earth's history. It's a tragedy that so many aren't receptive to what they need to hear, but what makes such even worse is, the rampant self-delusion that's out there.
Though not a follower of the likes of America's Got Talent and American Idol, such are glaring examples, for here we see hundreds of people (from among the thousands) who strongly believe they're good singers, or are very talented, when in fact they're woefully not so!
Their lack is clearly obvious to the judges, those in the auditorium, and those watching via TV, but clearly not obvious to these sadly deluded souls who take umbrage at being told that they aren't good singers, aren't talented, or don't have a good act. Maybe some do know it's so, but simply want their 5 minutes of fame.
Though the judges shouldn't be rude or sarcastic, one can certainly understand their frustration which clearly boils over at times given how many deluded hopefuls they have to wade through, hopefuls you would think would know better. Mind you, I have to admit that these judges are terribly inconsistent! And I do wonder about their ability to judge at times.
This delusion I'm mentioning is not restricted to such "wannabes" but is also found in other areas, hence why we see people embarking on the ridiculous, the foolish, clinging to certain views or beliefs that are unhealthy, or that are way off track, or following some leader of a cult. It often intrigues me as to how folk can be so blind to their faults, foolishness, unreasonable views, or lack of talent, and hence why getting folk to see what they need to see can be a very difficult task.
It's rare to find folk who are truly open-minded, balanced, able and willingly to see and acknowledge their faults or mistaken views, and who're able to objectively analyse whether they do have a talent or not.
The state of those who're deluded isn't helped by parents and friends who, rather than being honest, furnish them with praise that isn't due, thus adding to someone's inner delusion and effectively helping them to continue making a fool of themselves.
Yes, people can certainly mystify.


As a Christian, I have always considered UFOs (and also ghosts) to be the work of evil supernatural beings [fallen angels] playing tricks on humanity. But that said, I must admit that I have also entertained the possibility of such also being the clever behind the scenes activity of certain human agencies.
Such a possibility was heightened in my mind when I stumbled across something that's considered a conspiracy theory. Perhaps you may already be aware of such, NASA’s so-called blue beam project. Such, it's been said, was apparently first brought to the attention of the world via an investigative journalist by the name of Sergo Monast, a Canadian. Apparently He and another journalist, both of whom were researching this Project Blue Beam, died of heart attacks within weeks of each other although neither had a history of heart disease.
According to this theory (and I must say that I’ve been around long enough to realise that there’s often a degree of truth in some of these theories, and a few may well be right on the money; history full of plots, conspiracy theories that proved true), NASA, among other clandestine things, has been working on projecting three-dimensional optical holograms into the sky in preparation for some coming deception that is tied in with a New World Order. According to this theory, at some point in the future, space-based laser-generating satellites will apparently project simultaneous images to the four corners of the planet, and even in every language and dialect according to the region.
According to this theory, the UFO sightings that have been seen around the world are part and parcel of this experimentation that is going on.
Well, it may well be nonsense, just another internet concoction like Qanon, but g
iven that the Christian Bible talks about a coming worldwide persecuting and controlling religious/political End-time power surrounded by SIGNS and WONDERS (Revelation 13:11-18), it does make one stop and think. Presumably these images would endorse such a power.
By the way: If it’s also true that certain cures have been found, and inventions that could solve things, but which are being secretly withheld, the question is, “Why?” And could it be that such will be pulled out of the bag at some future time as part of the SIGNS and WONDERS mentioned, and in order to authenticate such a power?
Getting back to where I came in, I must say that given the cleverness of man today, I can't see any reason why a UFO couldn't be built, and perhaps they have been, and are part of the equation like I've mentioned.
And so, should anyone say that they've found part of a UFO, and DNA samples proving that it contained an alien of some sort, I personally wouldn't believe it for a moment. Such being either the trickery of man or the devil and his cohorts.
If fallen humanity has been quarantined on Earth, and Satan and his fallen angels contained too, no one would be able to visit us, nor we visit them. And if God and His unfallen angels are able to supernaturally just come and go under their own steam, they'd hardly need to use a UFO.