Journal | Seventh Century ~ Utopia … Really? Get Real!

I

Written in 2015, it was entitled ‘jihadi john’. The lowercase is deliberate.

That man met his end.

Extreme Islamists - most definitely not the religion and faith of Islam - insist that islamic utopia will be found when a society returns to what they see as their utopian dream, the seventh century CE (so just so people know where I stand I will simply say, oh yes, the seventh century AD.

The Taliban has not changed, and it will not change.

Two weeks ago, an elderly Taliban spokesman in Kabul insisted that women would be allowed into government, to return to their government positions. When pushed, he did, however, admit that they would be second or third-tier. They would not be first tier, i.e., at cabinet level.

Two weeks on, the Taliban has formed what it thinks is a truly representative government of the people. And exactly as was feared, women are absent, totally absent.

II

The BBC News Reports on this evening’s world news by Yalda Hakim, an Australian Broadcasting Company broadcast journalist, news presenter, and documentary maker showed verified footage of a summary execution in the street in a once thriving market town in Panjshir Province.

The Taliban have denied any such activity. The rag-bags patrolling the street inside and atop their open four-wheel truck speak of peace and security. One has only to look at their eyes to read their true intent, discernible even through a camera lens.

Hence this is being republished under its new title.

Revised Edition

Written in 2015 on the moment’s spur - when this man’s vile crimes were being reported, and before he was located - when an isis thug from Britain was committing atrocities in the Middle East. My author note at the end (2015) I leave in place. We have destroyed the isis caliphate, but its revolting creed and ‘philosophy’ still hold in thrall the minds of individuals around the world.

john

Come here

F..k off!

You don’t speak to me

I’m the one with the knife

I do the killing!

Is that so?

Who the f..k are those?

I killed ‘em

What the f..k are they

doing with You?!

It matters not Who I Am

But since you ask

And since you purport to

do things in My Name ...

I AM 

The Eternal Self-Existing One

F..k off. 

You’re not God!

You look nothing like God!

Is that so?

No one has seen Me in the form

in which I now stand before you.

By My Son, yes.

But not Me.

Don’t give me that crap

You’re a trickster

And you’re the next to wear orange

Is that so John?

Why have you not moved?

Why has your phone gone dead?

Why is the knife in your hand

causing the blood to drip?

Do you hide behind that mask?

Do you think I cannot see you, john?

Do you think that I cannot tell

whose eyes I look upon?

Why is your heart pounding?

Why are you shuddering?

I look not upon the outward appearance john

I look upon the heart of a man

So any disguise is useless

AND moreover

proves that you do not know Me

Someone like you once asked

where I was when he looked at the gas chambers,

at the killing fields,

at the basement below the Bcko police station

in Bosnia …

How could I allow such atrocities to take place?

Simple john

I was IN there WITH them

Look around you john

Look across the sky

Look at the sands

I have only to speak and it is done

I have only to speak and

you will be swallowed up

Do you think I am interested in

your warped and twisted ideology,

and your misrepresentation of Me, john?

Even now, you do not perceive 

with Whom you speak

But your arrogance betrays you

You presume to speak TO Me

Yet I speak to no one

I speak WITH you john

But in your present moribund and

bedevilled state

you cannot comprehend even this

john, you are deluded

I withhold My Hand

I stay My Tongue because I 

desire to speak with you john

To show you My True Self

... ... ... ... 

... ... ... ... 

What john?

Why are you wet?

Why have you soiled yourself?

Are you forgetting your reputation?

Have you not heard what is to become of you?

Have you not perceived 

in the darkness of your night hours,

when you lie sweating, petrified and putrefied?

That, yes, every government

is tasked to seek you out …

And at the appropriate time 

I will lift My Finger ... 

... ... ... 

Yes, that's right john ... you heard Me well ...

... ... ... 

and release that final piece … 

The jigsaw will be complete

and an array of such magnitude

will come up against you

as will leave you in no doubt

but before Whom you stand now

But I f..king asked who you are

And you haven’t got the f..king guts to speak ... you c..t

… a very long pause

… a shimmer in the desert

A rush of a million souls

An incredible sight

Incandescent light

darkening the desert sun

turning day into night

Very well

Another long pause

Now observe this darkness

This impenetrable night ...

Here is the mirror of

your benighted soul john

Here is your future

Blackness in eternity

and total awareness

forever conscious

Oblivion

You ask Who I AM ...

I AM the Commander

of the Army of the LORD

I AM He

I AM the Alpha and The Omega

The First and the Last

The Beginning and the End

And in Whom there is no other

I AM that bright Morning Star

I AM the Shepherd and Bishop of Men’s souls

I AM the Rabbi

I AM the Great High Priest

I AM Allah and by Me I AM known to all

I AM the Ruach

I AM The Peace, The Shalom, The SALAAM

And you will take your sandel

off your foot

For the ground upon which you stand is holy

I leave you now john

The Angel of Death awaits My command

I will wait

You have free will

But decapitation does not sever

a spirit nor a soul

Here … you see all around Me

resplendent and in their glorious beauty

the very men, women and children

you have seen fit to perpetrate

the most unspeakable acts of violence

… so, you say, in My Name …

I do not recognise you john

You have violated Me

The Creator

The Ultra Intelligence 

behind this Universe

this Multiverse

The Being Before All Beings

The Essence of Life 

The creator of Intelligence

of Science

of Physics

of Music

of Art

of Splendour

… …

… … …

… … … … …

Two Abrahamic Figures in Black

appeared by His side

having no need to shield themselves 

from the brightness of the

desert heat and Sun

In the depths of his degraded 

and belched mind

‘jihadi john’ recalled these Figures

on the day that Sarai became Sarah

One shimmered …

There, but not there

Only there

if seen out

of the eye’s corner

I go now john

I leave you with this thought

This line that is in every religion

every thought of humankind

that wracks the brains of all

whether or not with faith …

It is a terrible thing to fall

into the Hands of the Living GOD

And one final thought john

Justice is Mine

And I promise you, again,

As it is written … …

I WILL REPAY

But not in the manner that you would repay

END

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Author Note in 2015

On Friday 13 November 2015, news channels reported that a combined operation between the United States and the United Kingdom had led to the American Armed Forces successfully identifying and, by a drone strike, eliminating a man named ‘john’.

"Jihadi John” was believed to be a British Arab and met his end on 12 November 2015, in a drone strike. He had decapitated and filmed the executions of James Wright Foley (A Journalist and Citizen of the USA) on 19 August 2014, David Cawthorne Haines (a British Aid Worker from the UK) in September 2014 and Steven Joel Sotloff (an American-Israeli Journalist and Citizen of the USA) on 2 September 2014.

Some months ago President Obama stated, quite rightly, that the intention was to degrade and destroy the so-called isis or Daesh. Whilst this action today against this jihadist does not bring about the destruction of isis, it most surely degrades isis.

The writing is on the wall.

Let nothing less be said.

A regime that can do the acts of terror they do, must be dealt with, with the full weight of the military resources at our disposal. And we should not flinch in forging the alliances of 74 years ago.

In my Dispatch 33 last week I referred to the report via the Independent on Sunday on pages 24-25 of that newspaper dated Sunday, 1 November 2015, and the horror of the act of taking the caretaker of the church in Mosul and forcing him to watch his five-year-old son being cut in half. It has perplexed me ever since.

Yesterday, I suddenly recalled the story in the Old Testament (the Tanakh) about the wisdom of Solomon - that in order to bring to a head the argument between two women who both claimed the baby boy to be their son, ordered that it be cut in half. His ruse paid off, for he knew that the true mother would never permit such a thing, and would give her son up.

And it sickened me; that we have people who, so-say, subscribe to a religion and to represent their god, being very aware of the stories, anecdotes, accounts and fables in the Bible, a religion they see as evil, but then cynically copycat the violence that is, all too often, reported in the Bible. 

That is what we are up against.

Author Note 2022

The War in Ukraine, and the Taliban in Afghanistan reneging on every promise within months and returning their society to vicious medievalism, tells us that human nature is, as always, subordinate and crude when placed against the litmus of Nature.

22 December 2022
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© Kenneth Thomas Webb 2022

First written 2015