Posted by: White Knight | Saturday, 11 July, 2009

Life’s Icons and Idols

Greetings to all of you that survive the initial shock of finding another posting of mine on the world wide web. The Knight is still very much alive but extremely busy lately in case anyone wondered.

Although there is always a subject to write about even in the everyday life one must always ask yourself if what you experience or feel about a specific scenario is actually relevant to any other people around.

Lately we have all read the news and seen the headlines that for the past two weeks have been mostly dominated by the “sudden” death of a so called Icon of the music industry namely Michael Jackson. From the initial report that he had past away until the current weeks spectacular during his memorial services at the Staples centre. Each and every person that ever had a moment of fame or dreamed of it was trying to make an appearance or excuse for why they were, or could not be part of this.

His own family wanted a Lady Diana type funeral that would allow the “fans” an opportunity to pay their respects along the route. A grand affair in the Staples arena and last but not least a planned concert that will go ahead in Londen later, with the dancers that will still perform around a holographic image of the singer on stage.

Now all this doesn’t interest the Knight at all. What actually bring me to the writing of this is the phenomenon we as humans have to create “Idols and Icons” for ourselves that we can “look up to” and in many cases allow to dictate our believes and behaviors. Many people completely loose control over their own lives and become so much absorbed by the lives of these “Icons” they follow, that they loose even their own identity in the process.

Many doesn’t even realize that this is happening to them. They are so focused on the person they follow that they loose all perspective of reality. Even when this “Icon” fails in the eyes of the general public, and here I am not referring to the types that just waits in envy for another person to make a mistake, they “ the fan” refuse to accept any negative reference to their “Idol”.

This all just because they are searching for “something” to fill a void in their own lives. Even being a “Pop star”, Michael Jackson’s whole life is a clear indication of a person. himself being idolized most of his life while he was never himself completely happy. The plastic surgery to change his image, drug use, allegations of abuse all pointing to nothing more than just another person seeking reality while traveling on his journey through a world gone mad.

The reason being that while they chase after man made “Idols and Icons” they have lost reality and touch with the real reason for being. To seek, find and build an relationship with their Creator. Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley,  Farah Fawcett and many more will be idolized by people for years to come. People that have received a talent from the Creator of all, God Almighty. But in the process of living lost the contact with their Creator. Searching for all forms of external replacement for this void in their lives, dragging in most instances millions along on their route to destiny lost soul.

I feel very sorry today for many of the “Stars and Idols” in life. Since they all try to replace the only real Icon, God with many other fakes and imitations that can never take His place. Just drifting an being around until they also reach the stage were their own mortality becomes a death ending reality and they perish like a balloon in the hands of an unexpected child.

It is with great sadness that I see this going on daily around us. I admire God given talent in most forms and expression, being it a sculpture, painting, beautiful voice, etc. What I personally dislike is when that same talent destroy any singel person or group of people.

For many years to come the praises of Michael Jackson will be thwarted for every last penny in the pocket of those unscrupulous agents of mammon that will use and abuse his talent and name for their own benefit.

Personally I pray that even with his and those like him, lives at an end that others will come to realize that no fame, talent or any amount of money will ever replace the void and emptiness inside. The same emptiness that is left when your live is self propelled without the Power and Peace that can only be experienced when you have a personal daily walk with God and guided by His Holy Spirit.

May God Bless his true children and those that seek, find Him in all His Glory

Blessings and greetings from the House to the Palace, The Shack and the Pigsty  :wink:   :lol:

White Knight

Posted by: White Knight | Saturday, 23 May, 2009

The Medic

A tribute to those who always helps others.

Everybody is waiting for the medic to help. Each one thinks his wounds are more serious and life threatening than anybody else’s. The one with the scratch think he/she is more likely to die than the one with the bullet in the hart. The Medic must just continue to help, be there for everybody.

No one seems to care about the enemy fire, the uninterrupted sound of metal being driven into bone and flesh, metal and soil. Nothing matter as long as the Medic keeps on moving.

Covered in blood he keeps on treating one after the other. The blood everyone accept as coming from the patients he is helping. No one even notice that he is limping , at times almost crawling from bunker to foxhole, even at times on to the open field, everywhere he is needed.

Everyone accept it, as him being a master at what he does, avoiding being wounded or killed himself. Not even concerned about him or taking proper notice.

He reaches another starting to treat him/her comforting and encouraging to hold on.

How do you know?

It is not you in this situation.

How could you, dare you tell me to have faith?

You don’t know what it is like to fight for your life when life itself is running out of open veins into the soil, God has created. Red life running out of the body with every heartbeat. Never before has the patient wanting the heart to beat slower and less than now, every heartbeat a step closer to death itself.

Then the patient realise the blood stopped pumping, no more filling the ground with his life. At first he starts to accept that he must be dead, then only come to realise that it was because the medic had  stopped the bleeding and recovery is on the cards. The odds turned in his favour again.

When they come to remove him to the place of recovery he looks around to see were the medic is. His eyes searching for the strong healthy athletic soldier running and diving to avoid the enemy fire and danger.

Seeing only a body, wounded, healed, scarred and bleeding from within, being dragged in crawling motion to the next victim needing help.

Only then does he see. Above the wounded medic stands a Soldier, guarding and giving him strength helping him to go on.

Greetings and Blessings from the House to the Palace, Shack and Pigsty. :roll: :lol:

White Knight

Posted by: White Knight | Friday, 8 May, 2009

Verlore en Gevind

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Soekend

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Omvou

Geantwoord

Koers gekry

Bestemming gevestig

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Hy antwoord

Hy is opreg

Verlosser

Geoffer

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Groete en seëninge van Huis tot Paleis, Pondok en Varkhok :roll: :lol:

White Knight

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