Adrift on a Wild Sea

“We are like horses out of control,
unaware that demons ride our backs.”


Adrift on a Wild Sea

The Oceanic Mind is subject to constant storms. We are part of that universal mind, unaware that all our upheavels come from being animated timber tossed on a turbulent sea—the Sea of Storms.

This is a sea in which battles rage incessantly between two forces: angels and demons.

It is here that the Monsters of the Deep devour little fishes; and we, without knowing it, are the little fishes.

Trapped in fish consciousness, we are not even aware of the Monsters of the Deep who seek to devour us on a daily basis: who get their energy from our life blood, their joy from our suffering, their pleasure from our pain.

We are unaware of the very element in which we swim: unaware of the Mind Ocean and its storm-tossed waves, its angels, its demons, its naumachia or never-ending sea battles.

We cannot even drown, because we are fishes. We can only be eaten. And without knowing it, we are eaten every day.

And so a final word. The sacred science is wisdom and it has four roots that reach into the heart of divinity: faith, love, humility and renunciation. Let these four be our constant companions on the Via Dolorosa of life. And let grace, which is the scent of God, cling to our garments and prevent us from straying into the errors of darkness.
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Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website,, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

22 thoughts on “Adrift on a Wild Sea

  1. “We are like horses out of control, unaware that demons ride our backs.”

    Let’s hope that when we end up at the bottom of that inevitable abyss that will cross our ill guided path only the few strong and of quality are left.

    1. This is a weird prose poem, betokening spiritual or mystical experiences beyond the ken of most people … a world of angels and demons and storm-tossed inner oceans in which these unseen entities wage incessant war against one another.

      The sound effects provided by ‘Molly’ in her trance-inducing audio ‘Drowning’ offer a suitable counterpart to the prose poem or philosophical pensée given to us by LD.

    2. As for the existence of these Unseen Entities, I haven’t the slightest doubt that they exist. I have never met the Devil himself, but I have often heard him snickering behind the curtains. Figuratively speaking, of course.

      I always remember Baudelaire’s famous comment:

      “The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.”
      La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas.

      1. i have no problem believing in existence of the devil or g-d, same thing, and would rework the claim to “God’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist”.

        i never heard anyone, including the pop philosopher nietzsche, the predecessor of jew pretenders like wittigenstein, derrida and henri-levy, claim that the devil is dead.

        nietzsche opened the sluice gates to a torrent of such caricatures in painting, music and thinking in general, grim emptiness masked by mindless quips.

        nihilism/existentialism is judaism in contemporary lingo.
        their poverty and ugliness should be the main springboard to more substantial endeavors.

        (once again, fyodor saw it coming in bros karamazov’s devil pestering ivan)

      2. Why Mme Lasha Darkmoon Must Be Forgiven

        Forgiveness! This unique Christian concept, uttered and exhorted by all Christian lips of the world, though never before a long and glistening Christian sword has been run through every gut and bowel and head that did not happen to be Christian, is an important concept, and one whose frequency of ejaculation, and the intensity of recollection, render it the more piquant, the oftener it is heard.

        We, for example, forgive our naughty dogs for soiling the carpet, because we know that, if remained unforgiven, that unforgiveness will instantly be transported to its head, and cause all kinds of inner sedition to the animal, of resentment and unhappiness in the cute little beast, resentment and unhappiness which, had the now-human receiver of them but forgiven it, would have rendered the condition of both animals more happy than unhappy, as that sweet Catholic Lobro is wont to say.

        Equally, we forgive our fellow humans, for so pleasing is the continual filling of the head with knowledge, and so wonderful is the addition of compassion to the heart, that we instinctively feel that we must somehow selflessly disburse and share our pleasure which such goodness engenders in us by simply forgiving those who have transgressed us. And Jews, too – remember them? they are the sons of dog/dog whores and Devil beasts – they, too, are forgiven, though not without the blind Christian lovers forgetting the fact that, each and every forgiveness which they express toward the Jew, only serves to strengthen and increase his confidence, so that in the future he may transgress against the Christian the more and the brasher. Probatum est.

        But this certain-to-be-repressed comment – oh, don’t we just love the Jesuist Monty?! I hope to one day be able to adopt him and force him to sit on my lap, so that I can kill him with my Love! – this comment, I say, is not about the Jews, but rather about that mysterious English nun of the Christian faith who has retired in the country, and whose human and naturally free mind, having been hourly assaulted by the degenerate precepts of her degenerate Jewish paedophiliac faith that is Christianity, has so turned it against reality and what really is, as to no longer be able to question the fact why is there so much spiritual and mental decay in a Universal Church that is not only universally ‘’loved’’, but, moreover, that it itself is established on no other quality than Love.

        But we FORGIVE her, you see, we really do; for, the philosophers of the past have always opined that, when female minds are embittered by life and man and yet embrace solitude and the Christian Faith, their feminine venom and ignorance is generally exerted, by way of an inner and unconscious catalytic conversion which they both undergo, toward their very selves, only they, being ignorant of this secret little revolution within them, believe that their faith is actually purging them of their acquired terrestrial bile, when in fact all that’s happening, is that that Religion, in this case, Christianity, has only succeeded in inverting all their healthy instincts into unhealthy springs, and thus has turned our otherwise gorgeous Lash into one of those curious but unmistakeable mental sluts that are the gladder and the happier to spend their entire brief time they have on this sweet little earth by shutting their door to that eternal and undying Cosmic light in favour of constant asking for FORGIVENESS and PITY, two nasty little Jewish inventions which Plotinus called, invisible thorns, and which the total, total whore that is Ellka, calls, sentimental Jewish mind-fucking. But, we FORGIVE her.

        And we FORGIVE her also, because she very much loves her Christ Jesus – remember Him? He is her secret Penetrator, our ultimate and Hebrew Don Quixote, the supreme righter of all wrongs, and the succourer of all lost souls, especially untouched female ones! – the exact same Christ Jesus, I say, whose clever little business here on earth consists of engrossing beautiful minds like that of our gorgeous English dame-now-slut in stories so fantastic, and in fables so otherworldly, that, as a matter of fact, equiponderant to their importance and reality in the world, not to believe them is to demonstrate to others, as well as to ourselves, the narrowness of our own mind, and the total and complete worthlessness of our own souls – that’s how consequential Jesus and his stories are. But, as I said, we FORGIVE her.

        And we FORGIVE her also, because, although no reasonable persuasion, nor factual and material demonstration, could ever induce our elegant, Catholic, English slut whore to but once love me, she yet considers it below her Catholic dignity not to dish out Love to all other human specimens who would but ask it of her, save me, of course, a little but important point which cannot possibly be unworthy of mine demonically sharp observation, for, unless those thoughts of mine which I here have ejaculated for upwards of a year have not been cruelly and efficiently dispersed by the Jesuistic robot-killer-cum-digital-editor (in)human wind that is Monty, it was not I but she who chose to break off all intercourse, and thus deprive me of that Christian Love which she ever so readily, albeit secretly, distributes to the Jews, and thus surpass her own permanent Christian stupidity with an unwarranted and undeserved largesse of Love, which largesse, she thinks, invisibly increases her spiritual Catholic powers, but which wastefulness, I know, is most ill-spent, because the Jews cannot be loved, and what is hateful can never reciprocate with goodness. Oh, dog me! In short, though the Jews have cut and minced her spiritually erotic Penetrator, mine slut yet chooses to enchain her delicate English mind by expecting salvation to come from them, and love them instead of me, whereas I, who can give aplenty and support even the more, am openly and unmistakeably made to feel unloved and unwanted. But, we FORGIVE her.

        And we FORGIVE her also, because though she may hourly be penetrated to the marrow of her bone by her Christ Jesus, unlike me, no real male lust ever penetrates her, an important claim which can easily be demonstrated by the fact that Lash is always depressed, and is always ridden with that curious species of guilt and heaviness which her mighty Pantocrator-cum-Penetrator promised would alleviate, but which I know a good corporeal erotic stoush would instantaneously cure, since, to her spiritual and mental cobwebs she has now cruelly but voluntarily added a pudendic one, and there are some joints and pivots within us which only a different kind of shaft can satisfy.

        To turn away from what is pleasant and beautiful in life in favour of a Catholic promise of what is beautiful and pleasant in some potential and not yet certain future life, is not at all unlike refusing to an empty and begging stomach a croissant in London just because a more scrumptious and larger baguette has been promised us in Paris! Whether mine Catholic slut’s mind and yours can preserve and contain themselves without laughing for too long at this little analogy of mine, is not at all important, though it is not entirely insignificant, because I know for a fact that it is not the vileness of the English sky that has caused our countless Lashes of the world to turn their backs to this life, but the sick and depraved Jewish Religion called Christianity, which by the clever use of words and heart-breaking images of a minced meat, has deprived even the finest English minds of their stunning handsomeness and enviable sensibility, and has cunningly and malevolently subdued and transformed their sharp but beautiful natural softness of mind and heart into a frozen and rigorous forbidding lakes of solitary reflecting emptiness, which emptiness, when viewed from a distance and askance, appears full, and meditative and happy, but which, upon closer scrutiny, is revealed for what it truly is: a Jewish inner spatial death, bereft of all felicity and of all truth.

        SLUT, when played around with, becomes LUST; and, I hope I am pardoned for suggesting that that is precisely what mine Catholic Lash needs more in life: LUST.

        FORGIVE me, won’t you?

        Evil, SLUT, Ellie

  2. Here are three of the most devastating storms mankind will ever encounter:

    1- Kol Nidre /ˈkɔːl nᵻˈdreɪ/ (also known as Kol Nidrey or Kol Nidrei is an Aramaic declaration recited in the synagogue before the beginning of the evening service on every Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.

    Strictly speaking, it is not a prayer, although commonly spoken of as if it were. This dry legal formula and its ceremonial accompaniment have been charged with emotional undertones since the medieval period, creating a dramatic introduction to Yom Kippur on what is often dubbed “Kol Nidrei night”. It is written in Aramaic, not Hebrew. Its name is taken from the opening words, meaning all vows.

    “All vows we are likely to make, all oaths and pledges we are likely to take between this Yom Kippur and the next Yom Kippur, we publicly renounce. Let them all be relinquished and abandoned, null and void, neither firm nor established. Let our vows, pledges and oaths be considered neither vows nor pledges nor oaths.”

    Taken on #2 below….

    2-Yom Kippur (/jɔːm ˈkɪpər, joʊm, jɒm/; Hebrew: יוֹם כִּפּוּר, IPA: [ˈjom kiˈpuʁ], or יום הכיפורים), also known as the Day of Atonement, is the holiest day of the year in Judaism.

    Its central themes are atonement and repentance. Jewish people traditionally observe this holy day with an approximate 25-hour period of fasting and intensive prayer, often spending most of the day in synagogue services.

    10th day of Tishrei

    2015 date
    sunset, September 22 – nightfall, September 23.
    Sadducees: currently unknown, as the day is based on the observed new moon.

    2016 date
    sunset, October 11 – nightfall, October 12.
    Sadducees: currently unknown, as the day is based on the observed new moon.

    3-Rosh Hashanah (Hebrew: literally “head of the year”) is the Jewish New Year. The biblical name for this holiday is Yom Teruah (Hebrew: literally “day [of] shouting/blasting”, sometimes translated as the Feast of Trumpets.

    It is the first of the High Holy Days (Hebrew: Yamim Nora’im, lit. “Days of Awe”) specified by Leviticus 23:23-32, which usually occur in the early autumn of the Northern Hemisphere.

    Rosh Hashanah is a two-day celebration, which begins on the first day of Tishrei. Tishrei is the first month of the Jewish civil year, but the seventh month of the ecclesiastical year.

    Rosh Hashanah has its origin in the beginning of the economic year in the ancient Near East, marking the start of the agricultural cycle.

    In its theological interpretation, the day is said to be the anniversary of the creation of Adam and Eve, the first man and woman, and their first actions toward the believed realization of humanity’s role in God’s world.

    Rosh Hashanah customs include sounding the shofar (a hollowed-out ram’s horn), following the prescription of the Hebrew Bible to “raise a noise” on Yom Teruah; and eating symbolic foods such as apples dipped in honey to evoke a “sweet new year”.

    Start of first day of Tishrei
    End of second day of Tishrei

    2015 date
    sunset, September 13 – nightfall, September 15
    2016 date
    sunset, October 2 – nightfall, October 4

    Notice the observances are based on astrology and seasons, and related to the harvest in the Northern Hemisphere. Highly paganistic.

    1. Yes, we do LERV the Jesuit Monty, Ellie, now that you mention it. In fact, we LERV all Jesuits, for the Jesuits were instrumental in spreading our religion/faith of “Heliocentrism” and it’s off-shoot “Transhumanism”. Teilhard de Chardin and Monty are our favorite TWO Jesuits of all time. We LERV Teilhard for the Noosphere! We LERV Monty because the Jesuit won’t allow anyone to blaspheme against our “Heliocentric” Religion!

  3. Obviously, we have curried the jew-horse too much, Pat. Lasha’s analogy is appropriate and well-presented. The best way to discombobulate a spoiled horse is to cut it’s rations and ignore it for awhile. Don’t let it rule you, anymore. Figure out a way to get a twitch on his chin, and never let go until he’s docile, and you can lead around the most unruly stallion like a puppy-dog (much the same as a beautiful woman leads a man under her spell! ☺)

    They have power because we GIVE them power over our every action.

    1. Only God can calm the sea. Get yourselves in step with Him, and ride the waves in more pleasant climes.

    2. Gil –

      We curry them mostly at the banks…

      But Pharisee-Jew Bankers are NOT horses… They OWN the horses, stables and tracks…
      They own the trainers and jockeys and fix the races. 🙂

      We accept their USURY-LADEN DEBTS..!!

      1. Hey Pat,

        Try and remember that your comments about “Jews” are strictly OFF-TOPIC here! This thread ain’t about Jews, it’s about angels and demons! 🙂

      2. Hey, Sard –

        Article lead:
        “The Oceanic Mind is subject to constant storms. We are part of that universal mind, unaware that all our upheavels come from being animated timber tossed on a turbulent sea—the Sea of Storms.”

        “This is a sea in which battles rage incessantly between two forces: angels and demons.”

        The article was about storms and demons…. etc.
        Sooo… My first sentence was on topic… so was the entire comment, especially the ‘demons’ all about us… aka… Pharisee-Jew Bankers:

        “Here are three of the most devastating storms mankind will ever encounter:”

        Get up to speed, Sard…. storm speed. Costello will help you. 🙂

      3. Sard, I’ll volunteer to play a demon. I get it.
        How about you? Truth or (haha)dare?
        We already know Pat’s an angel!

    1. Yes, HP, the BG is one of the most spiritually uplifting books in existence. It’s rightfully called The Song of God. Buddhists firmly adhere to idea of controlling the mind and liken an uncontrolled mind to a monkey on a chain dancing around a pole.
      However, this mystical prose brings to mind the opening of the 46th Psalm of the Hebrews.
      “God is our refuge and strength, and a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, andthough the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof, Selah! There is a river, the streams whereof, shall make glad the City of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most high. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved, God will help her and that right early.”
      I’m amazed at the Jews having had this psalm before their noses for nigh on 3,000 years and still they follow the noxious teachings of the Talmud.

  4. I recall a portion of a sermon by John Henry Newman, which I memorized in high school, and which Lasha’s piece calls to mind. I will attempt to recite it (for her), with all its implications of reincarnation:

    “…We have familiar experience with the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is each part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements – still, it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, and though it is ever changing, it ever remains the same. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization; and one death is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony of how fleeting, yet how certain, is the whole. It is like an image on the waters which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. The sun sinks, to rise again. The day is swallowed up in the gloom of night – to be born out of it – as fresh as though it had never been quenched! Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter – only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave toward which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We mourn the blossoms of May because we know they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops…which teaches us, at our height of hope, ever to be sober – and in our depth of desolation, never to DESPAIR.”

  5. Be of good cheer. Within each one of us (the “oceanic mind”) is the Source of Creation, the Ruler of the Universe, the Omnipotent Force that penetrates and surrounds our souls.

    It all depends on Who (or who) you are going to listen to today, tomorrow and thereafter.

    It is not easy, but it is certainly simple. The hard part is putting it into practice every day.

    “Every normal Human+Being has two telepathic voices in their head – a good one and an evil one. They are God and the Devil/Lucifer respectively, speaking to you telepathically. Lucifer tempts you to do evil for temporary worldly rewards, and God tells you not to do what Lucifer says, because you KNOW it is wrong, because He tells you so. God is the voice you think is your conscience.

    You are then allowed your free-will to decide whom to obey, and, sadly, most people obey Lucifer, whether knowingly or unknowingly, and that is why things are so bad, and getting rapidly worse, as more and more people become influenced by him and their music, screen and other idols, who have sold their souls to the Devil, for temporary, worldly fame and fortune, as some of them openly admit.”

  6. Oh like Wow, man, groovy , water & boats and like the Universe , like totally , man,

    1. Yea, TROJ! Like WOW, groovy, man. I just listened to Donald Trump speak in Florida, and he like TOTALLY Trumped ’em! ?

  7. Grasps and grabs some… for me. Very good. More in this direction. Could spring a write-out from it. Might. There’s no downer we-go, for me, in this. An allegorical up-lift. In ‘why write’? To sift through storms. Do something to stop em. Me-swimming… Know the difference in theory between, ‘swim can’t drown’ and being eaten, but conflate and shouldn’t. Fussing about the swimming too much and missin’ a lot of being chomped-on. Cut the feed..?
    So there’s my – why should I care/others not for – bubbles.
    Must play Vaughan Williams First later. The Sea.
    Welly done Lasha

  8. Moby Dick wasn’t White

    The Leviathan is jewisher Jacob Rothschild.
    Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
    Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
    Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle?
    Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature without fear.
    He makes the depths churn like a boiling cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.

    (A humble poem of sorts inspired by Lasha Darkmoon’s “Adrift on a Wild Sea” conflated with my reflections upon Herman Melville’s Moby Dick and verses regarding Leviathan from the “Book of Job.”)

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