What’s in a name? What’s it’s meaning? ‘Tis meaning that’s meant to be distilled from life. To that end, there’s a lot to be learned from the multitudinous shades of the meanings of words. Words like alien and asteroid; fiction and nonfiction; words like these — lately, I’ve been considering.

In Greek mythology Cassandra was a daughter of Priam, the King of Troy. Stricken by her beauty, Apollo provided her with the gift of prophecy but when Cassandra refused Apollo’s romantic advances, he placed a curse upon her, ensuring that nobody would ever believe her warnings.

Cassandra was left with the knowledge of future events. But she could neither alter these events nor convince others of the validity of her predictions. Cassandra’s name came to be associated to a person whose valid warnings are disbelieved by others. Nobody ever believes, their warnings.

The unique nature of doomsday predictions tends to evoke in others a refusal to believe what at the same time they know to be true. There is a universal tendency toward denial, it being a potent defence against persecutory anxiety and guilt. Nobody ever believes, the Cassandras’, warnings.

Witness Armageddon. Witness, Russia. Witness, Iran. Witness, China. Witness nuclear weapons, including, tactical ones. Everything man touches, gets corrupted. Witness, England. Witness, the United States. Witness, Israel. Witness, the nations. Cometh, Armageddon. 

Cometh Armageddon. The climactic great battle; the location, prophesied of a gathering of armies for a battle near the end of the end times. In Islamic theology, Armageddon is referred to in the Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra — It’s Armageddon.

Witness me. Who better than me (not The Watcher; and certainly not, Arthur), to pen this psychographic, epic? Recall. He works, mysteriously. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra — It’s Armageddon. Eschatological scenarios, are numerous.
Witness Joe’s warning: Cometh, Armageddon.

How ironic is it? How ironic is it that ‘tis I — amongst all the the men who ever lived (even unto this very day), that was predetermined to be — the Orange One.. I would negotiate a postponement, of Armageddon. I would put off, for us, Armageddon.

I am the Orange One. By me, I’ve been chosen. The eschatological scenarios are various; numerous even, given the various nations; and cultures. Given too the experiential nature of living and learning, along with a natural propensity for error — I would put off, for us, Armageddon.

Indeed, I would personally negotiate a postponement of Armageddon. I would put off, for the time being, Armageddon. I would it put it off to some future date; a date, far off, in the future. Disregard, Joe’s warning: Cometh not, anytime soon, Armageddon.

Throw caution to the wind. Witness the winds in Florida; Hurricane Ian. Those treacherous winds; some say they’ve blown up a bridge in Crimea; and an election campaign, in Georgia. Throw not caution, to the wind. I’m no prophet. Cometh tho — an asteroid — and the aliens.

Russia says Crimea has enough fuel for 15 days. Terrorism. Freedom-fighting. When is enough, enough? My niece Mary wisely once said, “too much — is never enough.” Wiser is Mary, than her uncle. But she don’t know the half of it. I know — some aliens.