The Crime Scene

“This is it.” Glenn told me as we pulled up. “You can”t open the door Professor, one of us is going to have to do that from the outside.”
“It may sound like a cliche but I truely have.never been in the back of a police car before.” Captain Pike opened the door for me and I steped out of the car.

“I hope you can point us in the right direction. Dublin may be a large city but we don’t have to deal with this kind of thing often.” Captain Pike explained.

” I will do my best but all I can tell you is that a ritual is involved or not.”

“That is why you a here, my friend.” Glenn responed as he opened a door to an old cript.

“This is a bit like an Aleister Crowley nightmare.”

“That is why you are here, Professor.” The Captain reiterated.

“But that is my point. Crowley mad up things as he went along. He knew nothing about Ancient Traditions nor did he care. From my first glance these are not Occult activities, but rather some crack pot trying to make you think it is.”

“Well noted, but you will look further?” Glenn pleaded.

“My dear friend, that is why I am here.” We all laughed at the bad joke and entered into the crypt.

The dark crypt was not filled with stale air, indicating it had been opened recently. “Was the crypt opened before you got here?”

“This is exactly how we found it. But this tumb is highly trafficked due to who was buried here, people come from all over the world to visit this spot.” The statement puzzled me. Who’s crypt are we standing in?

I began to look around and found the name plate. “Arthur Griffith, 1872-1922! Is this a joke, we are stand in the tumb of the man who founded Sinn Fien.”

“Better than that my friend. Look around. All of the key players in ierish independence are here. The Cemetery was in danger of size reduced so all of these men and woman were moved here. They call this “the Hall of Freedom.” Glenn explained to me.

“I may have to amend my originally stated thesis. The Occult tends to draw power from places like this that hold strength of social consciousness.”

“So you are saying…?” Captain Pike interupted.

“I am saying this deserve deeper investigation.”

“We lost the daylight. Let’s come back in the morning.”

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    The Homeless Family

    Sometimes I get so into what I do that I forget why we do it. I can tell you all kinds of stories and get your mind going but if I don’t ground the mission once and a while and set away from our amazing life and get back into the trrnches all our work is for not. 
    The other day I saw a father and his autistic daughter standing in the rain on the off ramp. The both held a sign that said simply help us. My heart weept for them and I even turn arpun to offer the father a job. But they were gone ny the time I got back to them.

    Ever since then, I have been keeping an eye out for the pair but no luck. The Homeless population of Dublin doesn’t seem to be nearly as high as in Portland. But it could just be that the Ierish hide things better.

    These stories are meant to entertain and a few of the my do that but in an hour Glenn and ihs friend are going to pick me up to investigate the darker side of the Emerald Isle. I am not looking forward to that.

    I had a time when Kansa and I first got married that it seemed like we would never get on our feet. However, it did not take me long to realized that it was the limitations on our income by the wellfare state that was keeping us from getting out of the trap. I don’t beleive in hand outs and I was recently told that 90% of the people in the USA who receive Wellfare work.

    I have to call Bull Shit on that one because it only took 30 minnutes to put together the video that you see below. If the 90% figure wasn’t Bullshit I would have had to work harder to find useable footage.

    I believe that it is the right as a human being to work to support your family. If I find the man and his daughter, I would have given him a job and a place to stay. That is not a hand out. He would be earn his keep.

    A True Need For A Change

    Only a week ago, I was miserable. I felt like my friends had sold me out. No one was listening to me about my health needs and I was making less money than a fastfood worker. 

    In my last post I told you about the start of my need for a charnge came when my wife lost her benefits because I was making too much money. We never saw any if that was the case. At any rate I was sick as a dog and most of the time the conditions at work had me getting sicker by the day.

    Kansa told me that we needed to find other ways to support ourselves that did not have anything to do with the government. 

    On another note President Trump talks for four minutes on YouTube and spends nothing, saying more on his Free media spot in four minute than Barack Hussein Obama was able to comunicate after spending millions of taxpayers dollars on media just to say and accomplish nothing.

    The unfortunate reality is that democracy has its roots found in the group narrative. An exelant example is found in the moral decay of modern television.

    Over the passed year I have seen first hand how the nature if mob rule can pull a country apart. People riot in the streets of the cities that they live in and are willing to loose their jobs over bipartisan party differences. 

    We as a people need to look beyond political or geographically determined lines and realize that we have other forces at work here. You can mock if you want, but I believe that Satanism had a firm hand in the most recent election.