Introduction by Lasha Darkmoon
A brief note on punctuation and the meaning of ‘Megiddo’
We publish here a thought-provoking poem by a poet-philosopher and political dissident known to us only as “Pat”. Who exactly this mysterious individual is has exercised the minds of many people over the years—so far to no avail! We are all still left guessing as to this person’s true identity! 🙂
Is Armageddon approaching — Yes or No?
LD: I have decided to let the poem speak for itself, making no editorial embellishments worth mentioning. The poem was submitted without punctuation, with the editor being invited, if so minded, to put in the punctuation. So this is what I have done.
I have slotted in the commas and full stops with some trepidation, fully conscious that I am “guessing” and that I may have inserted an unnecessary comma in the wrong place. Punctuation is not an exact science, and an identical text may be punctuated in a variety of different ways. Generally speaking, there are three schools of punctuators: the fussy over-punctuators (too many commas and semi-colons), the under-punctuators (too few commas and no semi-colons, which are considered out-of date and pretentiously “academic” nowadays), and the middle school of punctuators (trying for the golden mean).
Punctuation can be an agonizing business. Jane Austen was a notoriously bad punctuator and her editors had to do the job for her. Entirely. In contrast, Marcel Proust, Henry James, and Oscar Wilde were fanatical about punctuation — with Wilde once wittily bewailing the fact that he had spent a whole morning putting in a comma and a whole afternoon taking it out.
What is this poem all about?
The poet knows best. Obviously. The rest of us are largely guessing, depending on how we interpret the word “Megiddo”. The reader who has never heard of Megiddo and dares to ask, “What is Megiddo?”, is likely to be extremely baffled. However, if given the clue that the place name “Megiddo” is loosely connected with the place name “Armageddon” — and that “Megiddo” is here being used as a loose synonym for “Armageddon” — will understand at once what the poet is probably getting at.
“Megiddo”, my dictionary tells me, is “an ancient town in N. Palestine [see map] site of many battles, including an important Egyptian victory over rebel chieftians in 1469 B.C. See also Armageddon.” On the map, you will see in red letters MEGIDDO (Armageddon). So “Megiddo” is simply the older and alternative name for “Armageddon”.
As for “Armageddon”, my dictionary tells me this:
“New Testament. The final battle at the end of the world between the forces of good and evil, God and the kings of the earth (Revelation 16:16). “Armageddon” is late Latin, from Ancient Greek, from the Hebrew har meggidon, mountain district of Megiddo in N. Palestine, site of various battles in the Old Testament.
Meaning now begins to take shape in the mind as to what the poet is trying to say in his otherwise baffling poem — baffling, it must be said, only to those who don’t understand the historical context of the poem and who (heaven forbid!) have never even heard of “Armageddon”, let alone “Megiddo”. 🙂
To my mind — I could be wrong — the poet is warning us here against “doom porn”.
There will be no Armageddon, he tells us.
The New Testament prophets, he implies, got it wrong. The “end days”, as prophesied in the New Testament as being imminent, have not occurred. The “end days”, in short, have been a false alarm.
A species of doom porn.
How many prophecies have there been about the end of the world and the coming Messiah?
We have lost count. There have been innumerable false prophets. Fake prophecy is big business — and it’s a way of life, almost innate to the human mind.
This is one way of looking at the eschatological problem — dismissing all such pessimistic predictions as sensationalist rubbish.
However, there are others who argue that “a thousand years in the sight of God are as one day”, and that it is just a matter of time before the world ends in a nuclear conflagration.
After all, we now have the ability to wipe ourselves out in the blink of an eyelash. Which we never had before. The world is full of potential Dr Strangeloves, with some even believing that Donald Trump is one of them — a narcissistic madman with his finger on the nuclear button. Others, who view this Zionist stooge and serial groper with unseemly adoration, are nevertheless prepared to admit that Israel has more than enough nukes to end life on earth and has even threatened to do so if pushed to the brink — in other words, to use its Sampson Option.
Jews have resorted to mass suicide before. They will have every reason to do so again if things get too hot for them in the future. “We’ll take you all with us!” they warn. “So watch it!”
Our particular poet-philosoper Pat neatly sidesteps the possibility of a nuclear war resulting in total annihilation by conveniently belonging to the “No Nukes” school of thought. He is one of those highly vocal proponents of the idea that nuclear weapons have never been used before, including at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and that the whole nuclear bomb scenario is a carefully orchestrated hoax. The nations claiming possession of nuclear weapon — the US, Russia, Britain, France, China, India, Pakistan, Israel, and North Korea — are all, according to the “No Nukes” conspiracy theorists, bluffing. Or lying through their back teeth. Why are they engaged in this massive deception? I will leave that to Pat and his confreres to explain.
It has something to with money, and with the need to generate new and profitable wars, and to trike terror into the minds of millions in order keep everyone guessing.
I cannot say with 100 per cent certainty that Pat is wrong, any more than I can say with 100 per cent certainty that no white crows exist. Or that no fairies exists. Maybe they do. We just haven’t looked hard enough.
It would be hugely amusing to find out one day that no nukes exist, and never did exist, and that we’ve all been taken in.
Never A Megiddo
The troops were forced to never tell
For reasons no one could show.
The battle was fierce, and many fell.
Most knew they had faced Megiddo.
Families knew their fate and would die,
Believing the prophets did know—
All trusted the sages would never lie.
The fallen had just seen Meggido.
With burning flesh and gnashing teeth
Thousands went fast, thousands slow.
No mercy was given, and no relief.
But this was still not Megiddo.
Being misled in death’s last breath,
The truth was not theirs to know
As they were taken in violent death.
It was still not known as Megiddo.
A lie was planted in a fearful quatrain.
Out of control it began to grow.
That fear in the mind must now remain
For the powerful to push those below.
The lie was invented for total control
And if ever completed, it will go—
The people would sound their victory toll.
There can never, never be a Megiddo.