To the Very Gates of Hell. are we there today with Putin's Play Acting?

To the very gates of Hell and No my writing is not that bad

To the Very Gates of Hell

To the Very Gates of Hell.   are we there today with Putin's Play Acting?

this piece could have been my last ever as I had an UNPLANNED Quadruple Heart Bypass a few weeks later. It was WE ARE KEEPING YOU IN, THEN I HAD IT.

SO with that in mind and a storm fast approaching UK, the 2nd one in days

But this one has closed down Britain literally

So we have to ask over in Russia, what is Putin up to, for it will be his War, not a Russian war

But a Putin War.

There is always Hope, and there is always prayer

So as you read this my "last piece" of writing from 7 years ago

you could Pray that this Putin war goes away

I'd rather Cultural exchanges, instead of BULLYING and Invasions

Yes the West is Weak and Lazy, that's why Putin is being  a Chancer

As Ukraine is in the Cross hairs

But but but...

Now read on.

11/12/2014

I’ve had this idea as part of the finale to Tears for a Butcher for a few years, it may not make it into the book if ever I get around to finishing it. A book is a year of your life. Whereas a story is an hour, a big difference. Now read on.

DECEMBER 11TH, 2014 13:02

To the Very Gates of Hell

By michaelgcasey

To The Very Gates Of Hell ©

By Michael Casey

Mrs Murphy watched in horror, just yards in front of her Fr. Dan was going to be slain, the Columbians had him surrounded. Their guns were drawn and there was no Hope, he’d be as dead as a doornail in seconds. He was her favourite priest no he’d be gone to meet his maker. She could see his face, his eyes were fixed on hers, Pray for me he begged.

Fr. Dan  was not afraid of the Columbians, but he was afraid of his Final Judgement, he has killed two men in anger when he was younger. He had confessed this to Mrs Murphy when telling her that her soul was spotless as driven snow compared to his.

Some thugs had teased him and tortured him, trying to make him say bad things about Mary, the Virgin Mary. They had carved curses on his back with knives, but he would never say bad things about Mary. When his chance came he broke free and used all his Martial Arts skills to survive. Only he killed 2 of them and crippled 2 more with the other 2  running for their lives.

Jesuits know how to put the Fear of God into bad people, but   Fr. Dan feared God too, he had committed a mortal sin, thou shalt not kill, and he had killed twice. Now he was afraid, afraid for his soul, at this moment of his death he was afraid. His eyes were beseeching, Mrs Murphy would witness his death and his soul would burn in Hell’s fire for all eternity.

Mrs Murphy wanted to charge the Columbians down and run at them, but they had their guns ready, the situation was hopeless. Mrs Murphy did have Faith though, the Faith of a Child, as the bullets flew her heart broke, her womb exploded in love and fear, she lost her mind, but she kept her Faith.

I’ll go to the Gates of Hells and I’ll jump in the way, like jumping under a bus, I’ll catch Fr. Dan’s soul and stop it going into Hell. I’ll wrap my Rosary around the Gates of Hell, keeping them closed. God is good, God is good, it cannot be the end for Fr. Dan he’s such a lovely priest.

In Hell it was so dark and cold, the deepest of deep space, she couldn’t really see further than her hands holding her Rosary. If only she had her friends with her they would weld the gates of hell closed, nobody would burn in hell ever. She knew how to pray, she knew how to pray.

She felt heavy cold as ice breath on her neck, she could hear mocking laughter, but she could not see anybody. She tried to say her Rosary only her lips stuck together it was so cold, she tried to move her fingers though the beads, her mind was numb, it was like being turned into an ice cube. There is no love in hell, no love at all.

Mrs Murphy stumbled to her knees, the laughter, the icy laugher increased, the cold, the numbing cold went down her neck and to her very core. She had to force herself to remember why she was there. She was there to save a soul, she started with the Our Father. She continued with the 1st Hail Mary. Fr. Dan was a good priest, he had refused to say bad things about Mary, they had tortured him, they had tortured him.

Jesus, Jesus forgive him, Mrs Murphy wanted to scream but it was so cold, so very cold. If only she had somebody saying the Rosary with her. The Gates of Hell cannot withstand the Power of The Rosary, he mother and her grandmother had told her. Mrs Murphy was using her best beads, the  ones that had been repaired when she was praying for Big Sid when he was shot. But now she was praying for a soul, not just a life.

Mrs Murphy managed to move her lips, it was just so cold, so very cold in the dark space of hell. Hope sprung from her lips, Jesus, Mary and Joseph she managed to scream, a scream that would be lost in the dark cold depths of space that was Hell.

Mrs Murphy’s head was spinning, her womb had exploded, she had lost her mind, she was dizzy, she wanted to vomit. But she had to pray on, she reached the 2ndHail Mary on her Rosary. Her mind was playing tricks on her, she could hear her grandmother praying, she could hear her old dear friend Mrs Casey praying, she could hear Mrs Noonan praying.

On she prayed, it was just so dark and cold in the deep space of Hell. But then in the very distance she saw a light, a tiny tiny flicker, like the lights in the window of houses in Cromane at Christmas, like the lights in Dingle over the bay. Help was on its way, help was on its way.

Warmth seeped into Mrs Murphy’s body, the Darkness flickered and with an explosion of Love the cold and dark of Hell disappeared. Saint Michael the Archangel smiled and caught Mrs Murphy as she fainted. I thought it was all over she said, Michael laughed, it’s never over, it’s never over. Mary, Mum heard the Rosary so she sent me to investigate. Every Rosary everywhere is felt by her, by her womb. He hasn’t got a chance against the Rosary, never has, never will. And is he wants the argue he’ll have to talk to my sword said Michael as he brandished his sword.

But, Fr. Dan is dead and his soul must be heading to Hell, Mrs Murphy interrupted. Saint Michael the Archangel smiled and cried at the same time. God is good, and as you know his mercy is infinite. Come now I have to put you back together. But Fr. Dan’s soul is in peril, he must be shot and dead in the gutter by now insisted Mrs Murphy not understanding.

Time is just a joke as far as God is concerned, explained Saint Michael as he gathered up Mrs Murphy. He had to get her back to Earth and save Fr. Dan’s life in moments. Brandishing his sword Saint Michael flew through deep space on his way to Birmingham.

The observatories noticed a bright light from the deepest deepest part of space, it was moving fast, too fast. Many times faster than the speed of life. It was heading for Earth, if it hit earth it would be the end, the end of Civilisation and everything. It was impossible, where had it come from?

Michael did an orbit of the moon and had a look at the space station, one lonely astronaut had lost his love of life, Michael could feel the lack of love. So Michael waved at the astronauts before heading for Birmingham. Birmingham the centre of the universe, well for this one night.

Saint Michael gently lay Mrs Murphy down, her body and soul and heart united again. Saint Michael strolled towards Fr. Dan the Columbians had pulled the triggers, the bullets were flying, the bullets were flying. Saint Michael winked at an unbelieving Fr. Dan, Michael wrapped Fr. Dan in his wings and started singing, Ave Ave Maria, it was all angels’ favourite song.

God is good Dan, said the Archangel, and Mary said she was so proud of you too, she’s never stopped praying for you. You have many decades of work to do, just don’t be too hard on yourself. And as for the Columbians, they have no idea what’s going to happen next.

Forced out of bed by Tinnitus. CONTINUED

Forced out of bed by Tinnitus

no not a Roman slave demanding breakfast

Roman slaves did sleep with the master too, it was on the BBC

Mary Beard and all that

now  finally the sleep is descending so I'm going to stop and come back later

WELL IT IS LATER 15.40 pm

I went back to bed and got my ration of sleep with wake ups every 90mins to 2 hours

Finally with TINNITUS screaming I got out of bed

That's the most dangerous time till the Gale Force Noise drops

Meanwhile a 2nd storm is on the way

RED NOTICE in UK

Stay in DO NOT GO OUT

Like in 75/76 maybe

All our garden fences came down, not these modern weak slot in things

SO my mother went around the demolition sites and begged the floor boards

yes FLOOR BOARDS

Then mum and dad built new fences.

They are still standing now , 3 of them

ANd I creosoted them

The stink from creosote is long lasting

Takes many a wash of your clothing to get the smell out

or maybe I'm just super smelly

So today we have RED WEATHER WARNING for 2nd storm due

BUT if the wind and rain blows

It might stop PUTIN in his tank tracks

As ground too soft for tanks

So that's what I pray

Rain Rain Go away

and stop RUSSIAN or rather PUTINS

back in the USSR plan

Everybody can see SATELLITE images

Not just TV makeovers

So everybody let's pray the weather saves the day

Or is Putin dying of cancer and Invasion 

is his only Answer

His Rosebud moment

Any News. a new story

Any News ©

By

Michael Casey

Well I’ve just had a pain attack, which is like the pack from a rugby team landing on you, my left shoulder as ever. Pain killers are not good enough, so let’s see what my doctors can find when I return to the pain clinic. I missed the original appointment as my Tinnitus was nuclear, it’s pretty loud as I talk to you right now, but I haven’t written a Story Story for a while so let’s see what I can muster, I might even stop and resume another day.

So, Ukraine is in the news and Putin smiles like a naughty school boy, he’s gone back to a side table like a café now, Table Wars are over. Like I said before he’s more than welcome to visit us in Birmingham, I was told I look Russian with my leather jacket on. As Churchill said too, Jaw Jaw is better than War War. I predict Putin will be gone by Christmas, nobody has told me anything. Maybe he’ll be a pianist in an Abba tribute band, with Trump and the Pope, and Theresa May as the lead singer. I did write about it before, I’m setting up a band I think I called it. Donald wears a Kilt and nothing beneath, and as he struts his stuff, we see his assets or is it mushrooms, I cannot say as I’ve signed a none disclosure agreement.

So, Any News is what I’m asked when I talk to the family, did you hear who died, never I thought she was dead anyway. No not her, but the other one with the bad hair do. Oh her, yes her the whoer , which is how Irish people pronounce whore. Did you see the 15 motor bikes outside her door, the house reeked of dope, you had to wash your clothes even if you just walked by.  Her pussy lost its miaow, and it was the RSPCA who finally closed her down, cruelty to animals, a spaced out cat. So, a RSPCA inspector finally chased the bikers away, and they said he was rabid, or his name was Rashid. He put paid to bad pussy treatment. Passive smoking for cats can kill them, and caused mental illness in people. Imagine the poor cat thinking it’d lost a life or two, as its eyes were bigger that dustbin lids. Leave your cat out if you smoke dope you stupid animals, you are behaving inhuman to pussies.

Then what else, Mr This or was it Mr That, he is in hospital, what happened to him. They say he fell over in the road, outside Saint Jude’s, you mean he was at Mass and then fell over in the road. No, he was outside Saint Jude’s social club and somebody waved goodnight to him and he lost his footing, as he waved back to them, as he said Good Night John, three times. Do you remember him, he always said it 3 times when he waved our old dad bye years ago when we were kids. But he must be 90 something now.  92 my friend Jean the nurse told me. I’ve been to see him and brought him grapes. 3 Generations of people are queueing to see him, the Drs even know him from when they were kids. Consultants are all checking up on him, as if he is royalty, the security crew are there too, everybody but everybody knows him. The Priest even came to say Mass in the ward for him. But he’s a nobody like us, that’s true, but they say he always prayed for Everybody, and Saint Jude is a personal friend of his, so he’s being treated like royalty.

Did you know the Coop is closing down, but they are so nice in there, really really nice, and the security guy Paul too is a gentleman. So, you’ve been to get the closing down bargains? Of course, cannot resist a bargain, but it’s a pity they are closing. I wish it it stayed open. But the Lidl and Tesco and Asda and Sainsbury are so close and bigger and parking too. So, Coop will close, so you’ll hurry to get a bargain or two. I remember one of the staff giving a beggar a cuppa in the winter, and I gave him chocolate. Now her kindness will be forgotten, as you grab the last bargains, and Coop closes its doors forever more.

Did you see that film on tv, Rocky Horror is 47 years old, from 1975. Christopher Biggins was in it. But did you know the stage show is still running, and maybe back in the 1990s my play Shoplife was not finally produced as they did Rocky Horror instead. Or is that just my bad Googling, I’ll never know. But it’s a good bit of conjecture, whatever conjecture means, sounds obscene. Oh, talking of obscene My small daughter saw a naked man in the house opposite, he’d left his landing light on and his curtains were open. She came down screaming from her bedroom. The man is nearly ninety I believe, too much sex  education.

And on we go, talking to each other, or whatsapping one another. The best thing from Lockdown is seeing each other face to face and not just on the phone, as that would be horrible. Though some of my family insist I’m better on the phone, instead of on camera.  I’ll go and sulk now, but at least I’ve written something new. A new story story. So, all of you all over the world that read my rubbish, be good, as ET said, and I can remember Alan Watson saying he cried when he saw the film ET all those years ago. I haven’t seen him or his horse in 30 years, he’s probably big in IT now. So this is a hobbled Michael Casey  the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham saying, Be Good Everybody, and Vladimir get practicing for your Future in an Abba Tribute band. Rejoice Rejoice Emmanuel.

took 50 mins to write this

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if you have a spare one of these, I'll make space for it, yes cheeky, but you have my pain/noise levels....

James Dean or Fonz or just Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham

 a tired looking me

I was once on a bike in Normandy back in 1983 or 1984 maybe

so Allo to them 

Go to Confession all of you, I know what you did last night

Go to Confession all of you, I know what you did last night

21 Countries reading me on Valentines Day on my Wordpress

I'll throw a bucket of water over you

Have you got nothing better to do

21 Countries on Wordpress on Valentines Day

And hello Turkey too

11 countries so far today on Wordpress

and 10 Places over here on Blogger

Wash your hands immediately

Go read a book

14th Feb is Give a Book day in Russia by the way

That's why I put my book up for all of them

The Butcher the Baker and The Undertaker by Michael Casey

in RUSSIAN for all of them to read

so the Rosary must have worked, no Invasion

But playing Chicken is INSANITY

At Least Trump will be in a Bunker soon

Clinton was never any good either

And as Obama said, and he agrees with me, take smaller victories

or end up with NOTHING

A mouse nibbles, it does not drag everything away

And that's enough Political Education for today

Anyway thanking Korea and Japan too for visiting

and stray Arabs too

It'll be the Far East that turns me into an App or something

But hurry up, before I die

Recognition and Reward are no use when you are dead

It's pointless, it's what Politicians do

Read Chapter 9 of BBU

M.P. Married to a Person Married to a People

my comic take on an Election

and with that I'll finish for today

I did have Any News as an idea for a new piece of writing

But the pain monster has arrived so I'll file that in my head

If I had that Korean Kpop/Kdrama speed typist

I could dictate a new piece in 5 mins

If she could type that fast

Instead of an hour

But your all spared

for now

Malta 2013 April, probably my last ever holiday

Valentine's Day 2022 Totoro and Me

 

Aşıkken Asla Yalnız Değilsiniz ©


İle


Michael Casey

Aşk bir arada olmaktır, Aşk bir gülümsemedir, Bir Bakıştır, Bir Dokunuş

Ya da Sadece Bir İç Çekiş, Neden birbirinizi seçtiğinizi bilmeden.

Ölene Kadar Birlikte


Aşk, yanaklarınızı ısıtan yumuşak ve nazik bir öpücüktür.

kalp ve birbirinizi seçtiğiniz için sizi mutlu ediyor.

Bir Öpücük daha fazlasına yol açabilir ama Tutku'yu Güvenle kilitli bırakacağım

bir yatak odası kapısının arkasında

Harcanan tutku, her birinizden Lent için bile vazgeçmeyeceksiniz.

Sadece sıcak bir kucaklamada uzanacaksın ve söylemeyi unuttuğunu hatırlayacaksın

lütuf .

Fısıltılar ve vaatler yapılır, gelecek için planlar yapılır ve eğer

saçını böyle koymuş, sizce ona yakışır mı?

Sonra kıkırdar ve daha çok kucaklar, Gece bitene kadar ve birlikte

kaburgalarında bir kazma, onu hareket ettirirsin.

O zaman birliğin tamamlanır, onun soğuk ayaklarına katlanmak zorundasın!

Ama ayrı olduğunuzda kalpleriniz hala bir,

Düşüncenin yarısı yok, sen hala birsin.

Çoraplarını yatağın altına ve söylediklerinin ardından.

"Oyuncakları" etrafa saçıldı ve o zaman vereceğiniz nüfuz

geri döner ve özlediği vücut sıcaklığıdır.

Sizi heyecanlandırdıktan sonra sizi serinletecek soğuk ayakları henüz yok

düşünce gülümsetir en azından bir süre rahat edersin.

Seni gülümseten sırıtışları ve sırıtışları, en azından

bir süreliğine barış.

Ama kalbi hala seninle, aşk her zaman orada - olduğu gibi

sarı saçların kadar parlak.

Gözlerini kapat ve o hala orada, Kucaklamayı hatırla

parmaklarını yüzünde oynattı.

Düşlerini bırak ve kulağındaki fısıltıları hatırla, sıcak

daha cesur hale gelmeden önce omzunuzdan öper. aşkın sıcaklığı

bu senin kanında yükselir.

Uzun düş, Derin düş, Adamın sen uyurken uğraşıyor, gerçi

ayrısın hava nasıl olursa olsun hala birliktesin senin için

asla ayrı kalmayın çünkü o sizin kalbinizde kilitli.

Bazen çabalıyor olsa da, asla buna gerek yok.

Aşkın için ağlamak Ölümsüzdür.

Ayrı olduğunuzda bile kalbini doldurduğunu asla unutmayın.


Son

Just keep on smiling, and Putin come to Birmingham we have lots to offer

Just keep on smiling

and Putin come to Birmingham we have lots to offer

I was in the bath, just imagine a Hippo but smellier

And I was thinking about, well I was being swamped by TINNITUS 

Anyway you have to mount a defence against the din

Or or or

Anyway I'm up and the DIN has lessened

I've had breakfast and morning meds

Then my left shoulder kicked off 

So I"m slapping on a painkiller gel

Then the TINNITUS kicks off again

And I cannot take another paracetamol yet

I don't want to turn into a USA junkie

So I put some Sweet Chinese girl on singing

As the din from Tinnitus lessens again

But what about Putin

We could all get depressed

World War III and all that

Sniff of Munich too

Or we could Pray Hope and Don't Worry

as somebody used to say

he also used to say Go Higher

So maybe we should do that

And maybe Putin comes to Birmingham to see our Pre-Raphaelites 

I have a Bourne Jones Angel myself on the floor beside me

So if Putin comes to visit He can have that

A framed water colour 23 years old

He could let is borrow some Russian Faberge eggs for a display

And the Russian ballet is always welcome

And we could even have ice hockey too

A Cultural Exchange

and if I ask nicely Andy Street our Lord Mayor 

will get some Cadbury's Cream eggs and other goodies

I'm sure Andy can think of other good stuff as he used 

to work for John Lewis, and they are the best

So Vladimir, please come to Birmingham

you can bring a choir or two

Let's make Love not War this Valentine's Day

and if you do retire I did write a story about you

Trump, Putin, the Pope and Theresa May our former PM

in an Abba Tribute band

That'd be a great thing to do

Instead of posturing and fighting

Or will I be struck down dead by Lightning 

And my life would end in a FLASH

But if we make war instead of love

That would be all out future's

Or rather endings