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Effigy of Guy Fawkes

I’m sure we all know this famous quote from the movie “V for Vendetta”. I have never watched the film myself, but I had a childhood friend who used to quote it all the time on the 5th of November. You see, the 5th November is my birthday. Anyway, this is not about me. This is about Guy Fawkes.


Let’s start by asking ourselves one simple question: “Why?” Why would someone be driven to such a drastic act? Well, let’s examine the background Guy Fawkes would have been born into.

Under the reign of Queen Elizabeth Catholicism was quite heavily repressed, this repression intensified after her excommunication in 1570. She then went on to massacre dozens of bishops, priests and forbid many of the Catholic practices during her reign of terror. When King James I took the throne there were many who hoped that this would change. To their dismay in the year 1603, when King James I took over they soon discovered that this was definitely not the case. In fact King James I oppression only increased towards Catholics, despite his wife, Anne, being a Catholic. He was strongly protestant and would fine any person refusing to attend Protestant services. It was also under his strict observations that the King James Bible, used by Christians today, was translated. In the years between 1604 – 1612, there was understandably much unrest among the Catholics.


So, now we ask: “How?” How did this take place? Who planned it? Well, let’s see how they planned all this.

One night in an inn called the Duck and Dragon, 5 men met and discussed plans to destroy the Houses of Parliament in England. These 5 men were none other than Guy Fawkes, Robert Catesby, Tom Wintour, Jack Wright and Thomas Percy. The plan was proposed by Robert Catesby. They planned to plant bombs using gunpowder in an attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament. After all their planning, they swore an oath on a prayer book to never speak of this to anyone else. It was only later that 8 other men joined what came to be called the “Gunpowder Plot”. Catesby may have been the leader of this plan, but it was definitely Fawkes that has always been remembered.

It was clear from the very beginning that not only was Guy anti-Scottish and pro-Catholic, but also that he sought aid from the Spanish government to help him start a rebellion in England to dethrone James. He claimed that James would drive out the Catholics, declaring them heretics. In the year 1605, he also took to calling himself Guido instead of Guy. He took on an alias in aid of this plot–John Johnson. He worked as a caretaker in the cellar just below the House of Lords. It was in this cellar that they stockpiled their gun powder. It was this gun powder that, on the 5th of November 1605, Fawkes would light upon the opening of Parliament. King James I, his eldest son, the House of Lords and the House of Commons would go up in flames. While all this was happening Guy would escape across the Thames, while his other 12 conspirators would start instigating an uprising in the English Midlands. They planned to kidnap Elizabeth, James I’s daughter, and install her as a puppet queen after which they would marry her off to a Catholic. They hoped that this would eventually re-install the Catholic rule they wanted.

But before this plot could even come to fruition, an anonymous letter was sent to a Catholic sympathizer warning him not to attend the Opening of Parliament. This caused the authorities to suspect something was about to happen. There is still no name to the letter that was written and sent on October 26 warning of this plot. Some have said that the authorities knew in advance and had designs to use it as a means to cause further restrictions on Catholicism.

Why A Guy, though?

Simply put. Fawkes was caught on the 4th November the night before with a match at the ready to light the bombs the next day. They caught him and tortured him in the Tower of London under James I’s orders, while his other conspirators were arrested and given similar treatment, except for four men among which was Catesby who died in a shootout with English troops.

The next year 1606, all the conspirators were hung and drawn and quartered for their treason. After this great victory, the English started lighting bonfires in celebration of the great victory they had won. The government then declared November 5th as a day of thanksgiving (I suppose you could call it their version of Thanksgiving). Children would go around with an effigy of Guy asking for “a penny for the old Guy” something very similar to trick-or-treating.

Guy Fawkes has undergone many changes over the years. In America, it was celebrated as Pope Day, but soon died out around the 19th century when Catholics were finally emancipated. In the 1980s, the graphic novel “V for Vendetta” was released completely over-hauling Fawkes’ look and turning him into a hero. We all know the DC movie by the same name released in 2005 based on the graphic novel.

I originally planned to have this out yesterday, but if you want to know what happened to stop me yesterday you can access my Ko-fi account, I have it all down there. In fact, I write daily what’s happened. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s sad, but if you want a look into who I am, you’ll find it all there.

God bless all of you, my darling avidReaders. Keep safe. 👧🐰

How to Dissapear by Rae Armantrout.


You had been swinging restlessly
between the appearance of spontaneity
and the appearance of serious thought.

You had been changing lanes
after a glance
in a mirror honest about
its tendency to distort.

What choice did you have?

It was soothing to watch
wisps of smoke
from a nearby chimney
one by one.


Do you like pulses,

ridges, ripples
stretching into obscurity?

Would you prefer a flicker
to a steady light source?

This one stutters


as if it could hold something
in reserve

Hi all my darling avids. Here is your poem of the day 🙂 I think we all have days where we wish we could disappear. I hope you enjoy it and have a blessed day.

God bless 🙂


courtesy of Wikipedia

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

A poem to boost your spirits today. If you can do all this, you’ll be strong, bold and powerful! God bless all of you today, my darling avidReaders


by Esther Esuga; April 2014

An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Different shades of Turquoise

A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Growth and development

A joyful, happy warming effect
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant

A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert

Have a blessed Monday, all my darling avidReaders 🙂

Farm killings in South Africa

by Balthazar

Where is the media?
Farmers under  attack
No one seems to care
Cos Apartheid was the root of the problem
The police seems to be powerless
ANC tries to cover these acts
I thought this government fought for equality for all
No one is aware of these things
2000 murders farmers have been ignored
Jealousy is a poison
My great grand father owend this land
Therefor, I have to kill
You seem to think that they just took money from trees
Why is this happening?
Why isn’t anybody paying attention to this?

Dangerous minds are drama queens
They can’t seem to take responsiblity for their lives
Wasting their lives on playing blame games
What’s your f**** problem?
Farmers are feeding the country
I am tired of your f**** silly excuses
This is a racist term on White farmers
Racism is racism without any discussion
Torture becomes a source of power and survival
Crime knows no color
A murder is a murder
A thief is a thief
Africa remains silent
Why don’t build your own lives?
Murder is brutal
It’s not serving South Africa
It’s not serving Africa
It’s not serving the world
The hole of failure begins to open

Why Do Wear Costumes and Trick or Treat on Halloween?

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Costumes have become a very important role in the modern celebration of Halloween, but why? Why do we dress up? In the modern age we live in, it’s become something we do for fun, but where did all this start? In my previous article, I spoke very briefly about this, but here I will take a deeper look into all this and we can see what gets dug up.

For a quick recap: “The Celts, as I mentioned in last week’s article, celebrated what we call ‘All Hallow’s Eve’ or ‘Halloween’ (Samhain to the Celts at that time) was celebrated on November 1st when it was the end of summer and the boundaries between the living and dead were believed to be blurred.” This is where the core of our article comes in.


Samhain Disguises

We all wear disguises for some or other reason, but I think we can all agree that this is mostly to hide something. Whether it’s to hide how you’re feeling or to hide from others–we all wear disguises. On Halloween/Samhain this was the case with the Celts. Because the Celts believed that the spiritual boundaries were blurred, they believed that the dead walked among and interacted with the living. This understandably terrified them as they believed they would be cursed or quite possibly be killed. So they had to find a way to repel these beings of another world. Their solution: disguises. These they used to ward the dead and this is now a tradition that has been passed down to the present. When the Irish folk came in search of a better life and for work during the Great Potato Famine, they brought across all their customs and traditions and we just adopted them and modified them. In doing so, I feel we lost a lot of what this tradition means.

People in those times were too afraid to leave their houses because of these ghosts, but they quickly found a way around that, donning scary masks or disguises to blend in with the spirits that they so dreaded encountering. These disguises were also used to honour the spirits. This idea began in County Cork, Ireland.


Trick or Treating

Of course, how could anyone think of this tradition of disguises and spirit-warding without thinking about trick-or-treating? They are tied so closely tied in with each other that it is impossible to think of the one without the other. So let’s talk about how trick-or-treating started.

A few years ago, my father explained to me the origins of the various holidays and celebrations we have today and I was quite shocked. One day, I think I’ll write on those. (If you have any ideas let me know 😉 ) In particular the tradition of trick-or-treating, this also is quite similar to the story of the Jack-o’-Lanterns. The tradition started with the offering of food or money to the dead. Trick-or-treating itself, according to my sources, say that this tradition was originally children dressed up in their ghoulish attire going from door to door asking for money or food. All things considered, this makes sense given that these offerings would’ve been made to the dead. But then, just me digressing a little (and again if you know the answer please tell me), it kind of defies the purpose if the money or food went to the spirit? It could be that the parents made the food for the dead and then something else for the kids to come collect? Either way, that is where it all started.

People in Catholic countries, however, don’t celebrate it as the rest of the world do. Instead they visit graveyards and churches to light candles for the dead, pray and bless their spirits. As a Christian, I prefer not to get involved in this simply because of what happens on this holiday. I won’t mention what, but I can tell you it’s not the trick-or-treating or costume parties that put me off.

I’ve grown to love ghost stories now that I’m older, but I still think that playing with Quiji boards and trying to interact with demonic entities is something not to be taken lightly or done simply as a game.

Tomorrow is October 31st and all around the world people will be celebrating this, not knowing it’s origins. I hope that as you read this, you’ll be a bit more enlightened about this. Please be careful out there tomorrow 🙂 In South Africa, we’ve already had terrible things happening. So please pray for us, most importantly for our children this time of year.

God bless and keep you safe, my darling avidReaders! 🙂

Town Eclogues: Thursday; The Bassette-Table

by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

THE bassette-table spread, the tallier come,
Why stays SMILINDA in the dressing-room ?
Rise, pensive nymph ! the tallier stays for you.

Ah ! Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue,
I joyless make my once ador’d alpieu.
I saw him stand behind OMBRELIA’s Chair,
And whisper with that soft deluding air,
And those feign’d sighs that cheat the list’ng fair —

Is this the cause of your romantic strains ?
A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains.
As you by love, so I by fortune cross’d,
In one bad deal three Septleva’s I lost.


Is that a grief which you compare with mine ?
With ease the smiles of fortune I resign.
Wou’d all my gold in one bad deal were gone,
Were lovely SHARPFR mine, and mine alone.


A lover lost, is but a common care,
And prudent nymphs against the change prepare.
The queen of Clubs thrice lost ! Oh ! who cou’d guess
This fatal stroke this unforeseen distress !


See ! BETTY LOVEIT very à propos !
She all the pains of love and play does know,
Deeply experienc’d many years ago.
Dear BETTY shall th’ important point decide,
BETTY, who oft the pains of each has try’d :
Impartial, she shall say who suffers most,
By cards, ill-usage, or by lovers lost.


Tell, tell your griefs ; attentive will I stay,
Tho’ time is precious, and I want some tea.


Behold this equipage by MATHERS wrought
With fifty guineas (a great pen’orth !) bought !
See on the tooth-pick MARS and CUPID strive,
And both the struggling figures seem to liue.
Upon the bottom see the Queen’s bright face ;
A myrtle foliage round the thimble case ;
JOVE, JOVE himself does on the scissars shine,
The metal and the workmanship divine.


This snuff-box once the pledge of SHARPER’s love,
When rival beauties for the present strove,
(At CORTICELLI’s he the raffle won,
There first his passion was in public shown ;
HAZARDIA blush’d, and turn’d her head aside,
A rival’s envy all in vain to hide)
This snuff-box — on the hinge see diamonds shine ;
This snuff-box will I stake, the prize is mine.


Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear,
Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear :
But oh ! what makes the disappointment hard,
‘Twas my own Lord who drew the fatal card ! —
In complaisance I took the Queen he gave,
Tho’ my own secret wish was for the Knave :
The Knave won son ecart that I had chose,
And the next pull my septleva I lose.


But ah ! what aggravates the killing smart,
The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart,
This curs’d OMBRELIA, this undoing fair,
By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear,
She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears,
She owes to me, the very charms she wears :
An aukward thing when first she came to town,
Her shape unfinish’d and her face unknown ;
She was my friend, I taught her first to spread
Upon her sallow cheeks enlivening red,
I introduc’d her to the park and plays,
And by my Interest COSINS made her stays ;
Ungrateful wretch ! with mimick airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my favourite lover’s heart.


Wretch that I was ! how often have I swore,
When WINNALL tallied, I would punt no more !
I know the bite, yet to my ruin run,
And see the folly which I cannot shun.


How many maids have SHARPER’s vows deceiv’d !
How many curs’d the moment they believ’d !
Yet, his known falshood could no warning prove :
Ah ! what are warnings to a maid in love !


But of what marble must that breast be form’d,
Can gaze on Bassette, and remain unwarm’d ?
When kings, queens, knaves are set in decent rank,
Expos’d in glorious heaps the tempting bank !
Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train,
The Winner’s pleasure and the Loser’s pain ;
In bright confusion open rouleaus lie,
They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye ;
Fir’d by the sight, all reason I disdain,
My passions rise, and will not bear the rein :
Look upon Bassette, you who Reason boast,
And see if Reason may not there be lost !


What more than marble must that breast compose,
That listens coldly to my SHARPER’s vows !
Then when he trembles, when his blushes rise,
When awful Love seems melting in his eyes !
With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves :
He loves, I whisper to myself, He loves !
Such unfeign’d passion in his look appears,
I lose all mem’ry of my former fears ;
My panting heart confesses all his charms ;
I yield at once, and sink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast !
For such a moment, Prudence well were lost.


At the Groom-porter’s, batter’d bullies play ;
Some Dukes at Marybon bowl time away :
But who the bowl or rattling dice compares
To Bassette’s heavenly joys and pleasing cares ?


Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a beau ;
PRUDINA likes a man, and laughs at show :
Their several graces in my SHARPER meet ;
Strong as the footman, as the master sweet.


Cease your contention, which has been too long,
I grow impatient, and the tea too strong :
Attend, and yield to what I now decide ;
The equipage shall grace SMILINDA’s side ;
The snuff-box to CARDELIA I decree ;
So leave complaining, and begin your tea.

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God bless you all my darling avidReaders! Have a blessed Thursday 🙂

Two Poems for Today

I decided to post two contrasting poems. These both deal with hope and utter sorrow.

God bless you all today. Whether you’re having a bad day or a good day this is for you 🙂 Love you all my darling avidReaders! 🙂

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


An MSers Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God I do not weep
Some days I feel so strong
Others it seems everything is wrong

After another long hard day
Of having the wrong words to say
I have to think of tomorrow
And pray there is no sorrow

While tomorrow does always come
It doesn’t mean I won’t be glum
Happiness is my hearts desire
We shall see what will transpire

Wild nights – Wild nights!

The Sea, The Sea!–The Wire Science

by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!

Use the above link for a recitation of the above poem 🙂

God bless and have an amazing Tuesday! 🙂

Blue Rotunda by Louise Glück

Beauty for my Ashes/

I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings—

But what will you do without your hands
to be human?

I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun—

Pointing to herself:

Not here.
There is not enough
warmth in this place.
Blue sky, blue ice

the blue rotunda
lifted over
the flat street—

and then, after a silence:

I want
my heart back
I want to feel everything again—

That’s what
the sun meant: it meant

It is not finally
interesting to remember.
The damage

is not interesting.
No one who knew me then
is still alive.

My mother
was a beautiful woman—
they all said so.

I have to imagine
she said

I have to act
as though there is actually
a map to that place:

when you were a child—

And then:

I’m here
because it wasn’t true; I

distorted it—

I want she said
a theory that explains

in the mother’s eye
the invisible
splinter of foil

the blue ice
locked in the iris—


I want it
to be my fault
she said
so I can fix it—

Blue sky, blue ice,
street like a frozen river

you’re talking
about my life
she said

she said
you have to fix it

in the right order
not touching the father
until you solve the mother

a black space
where the word ends

like a crossword saying
you should take a breath now

the black space meaning
when you were a child—

And then:

the ice
was there for your own protection

to teach you
not to feel—

the truth
she said

I thought it would be like
a target, you would see

the center—

Cold light filling the room.

I know where we are
she said
that’s the window
when I was a child

That’s my first home, she said
that square box—
go ahead and laugh.

Like the inside of my head:
you can see out
but you can’t go out—

Just think
the sun was there, in that bare place

the winter sun
not close enough to reach
the children’s hearts

the light saying
you can see out
but you can’t go out

Here, it says,
here is where everything belongs