Castle Blythe Withstands the Winds of Mammon

Castle Blythe, impervious to the winds of the Unrighteous Mammon,
built near huge gray stone neo-gothic university buildings,
so that on occasions they so felt inclined,
pilgrims might return to the monkish medieval Castle,
it's intricate ornament, carved in stones the color of an overcast sky
and enjoy the view of the towering finely crafted spires,
mounting on monumental, fantastic, skilled architecture
something like a cross between a huge church and a fortress
the brotherly scripture-reverencing camaraderie,
the walks about the campus,
the tolerance shown by sexually normal persons,
the tolerance of scripture-reverencing sexually normal males,
the memories of the just government that ruled the land
in times past when the pilgrims were boys of the neighborhood,
the memories of lost innocence, wherein a man-child,
could immerse himself in the wonders of scripture and the beauties of nature,
succeed in spiritual flight, even if self taught in religion,
by simple adherence to the words of the master, printed in red,
the Lord's Prayer, Have mercy on me a sinner, give me the Holy Spirit,
give me good things and the things that I need,
let our flight not be in winter, let laborer's be sent into the fields of the Lord of the Harvest
Said without vain repetition, in secret, believing things asked shall be given,
in the name of the prophet, agreeing with another on what is asked
God I a sinner ask you in the name of your prophet,
give me the Holy Spirit, and good things, and things that I need.
Yea, once we were young and wise, and our prayers were simple,
based on the worlds of the Lord in Red,
and so our minds were undistracted,
by long laundry lists, vainly repetitive insincere requests,
and though we did not pray all the time,
our prayers were focused on things to the point;
things we need, the Holy Spirit, things left unsaid.
Scripture tis true says continue instant in prayer,
yet it says also avoid vain repetition,
and so it is better to not continue instant in prayer,
meaning praying without ceasing,
if such ends up causing the error of repetitions in vain
Though skilled in spiritual flight we were undistracted by
and oblivious to and blissfully ignorant of,
the huge power wielded secretly in society by Unrighteous Mammon,
Mammon which unrighteously puts an end to the hopes and dreams of the world.

Before Castle Blythe's first sone was even laid,
it took form in a usually invisible way,
composed of almost cubical brown stones, roughly size and shape of basketballs,
producing a rough irregular looking wall;
in the center of the wall was an arch shaped entryway
the color of the stones reminiscent of the brown colors,
in the emails containing the poetic prayers,
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Yet the castle walls invested he,
with sacramental formulae,
such that they could withstand
the harsh assaults from without,
of the winds of the new realities,
and the new disconcerting awareness thereof,
shocking awareness of the vast, overshadowing, secret power of heretical Mammon,
Mammon, secretly at war with hopes for family, country, race, and world;
Mammon, secretly at war with hopes that give meaning to the lives of men,
Unrighteous Mammon, which we had thought deceased like the dinosaurs,
Unrigheous Mammon, which we had thought existed in the time of Christ but was no more,
Unrighteous Mammon, the same old Serpent as in Christ's Palestine, of yore
Mammon, secretly at war with principles men cannot desert,
and so therefore crushing at every turn,
hopes that give meaning and joy to life in the minds and souls of men.

Enter here, behind reverently sculpted medieval dull-silver colored rock walls,
rendered impervious to the shock
of the harsh outside spirits of Mammon spinning about , cold blustery winds;
enter here into the kingdom of stately gardens and parks,
wherein a man can forget the cold wind of the spirit of the Unrighteous Mammon,
wherein a man can forget, the wind of the shock of the mere awareness
of the existence of Unrighteous Mammon,
wherein a man can forget, and retreat in his heart mind and soul
into the lost age of innocence,
wherein the reverence of scripture,
and the reverence of God's creation,
proceed undisturbed by the winds
of the shock of the knowledge of the existence of Mammon;
wherein hope and idealism,and talk of what God wants the world to be,
and scriptural liberalism's camaraderie,
proceed undismayed by the haughty winds of Mammon.
Enter here, wherein the ornamentally carved stately gray stonework
erected by scripture reverencing men of old is admired,
wherein the masonry in rocks the color of the overcast sky, teaches the superiority
of the god-like monastic a-sexual element found in all life;
wherein no sexophile slanders those who respect scripture,
wherein sexually normal men who admire scripture are honored,
wherein by the powers of sacerdotal recitations,
men find wisdom which they plant into their lives;
Enter here, wherein no winds of Mammon wound, dashing hope to the ground;
enter here, wherein no storms of Mammon sap the heart's vitality;
enter into the pleasant reverie,
of candles and fire-places and tapestries,
of artistically masoned buildings and libraries,
carved from rock the color of silver that does'nt shine
Enter here, wherein, man finds the spirit of heaven, that exists even without hope,
even when all hope for self , kindred, people, nation and planet is gone