The Raven Poem:
This Special is dedicated to the heart of this site: the White Raven. The White Raven investigates the mix of ‘paranormal’ and paranormal fraud, the White Raven does truth-finding, the White Raven is the Middelman, the skeptic who stands between two poles, not the softie who takes everything directly, but also not the pseudo-skeptic who rejects everything that is not directly material or not already scientifically explored territory. The White Raven carefully searches his way into the meanders of the real depth of this and beyond this world.
The background theme of this site, after the mysterious lady with the hoodie on the beach, has been the mystical atmosphere of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” for some time now. I have something to add to this bestselling poem in 2022. The raven in Poe’s poem represents the melancholy, the main character of the poem has lost his beloved Lenore to Master Death and he is broken forever. All hope for a good future is lost. The black raven just says “Nevermore” every time the main character of the poem begs the uninvited guest for a glimmer of hope. Poe was allowed to experience his own fame during his physical life and immediately after the publication of this poem. Children in the street ran after him, frantically, imitating a flying raven and exclaiming in delight, “Nevermore!”
The poem nestled worldwide, and the intelligent black raven also nestled as a symbol, often unjustly as a messenger of dark omens. Rather, the high-IQ raven is a messenger of very deep messages. In Poe’s case it was a message of implacability, Lenore is dead, deal with it. I myself have been dealing with this in a similar way since Rob Nanninga’s death in 2014 (and of course of many more beloved people and animals). And no, like Poe, I’m not pleased. Enter Constantia, and Constantia says, there’s also the White Raven. He comes now, in 2022 and he says: “Yes, there is hope, Master Death can be defeated, we now look into that other world, contact with ‘deceased’ is possible, because they just exist, in a timeless or ‘ all-times-at once’ world. This will be a theme of a next blog, Rob Nanninga also does via Sophie, see the previous two Parameter blogs, suggestions for this.
But the White Raven says more: In this time of pandemics, climate disasters, and wars: “The New World stands in the doorway, folks, and whoever is not with me is against me and to go overboard, for Peace wants to come, sorry, been warned long enough and had opportunities, next!” Well, everyone gets a lot of opportunities, but there are now quite a few genuine white peace feathers to be displayed, something like that.
I asked Mayumi Acosta to photograph myself in two settings, one with, and as, the Black Raven, one with, and as, the White Raven. Master Mayumi was ravenous.
When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light And darkness takes it's place... We will pause to take our rest. Sharing songs of love, Tales of tragedy. The souls of heaven Are stars at night. They will guide us on our way, Until we meet again Another day. When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotized, Enchanted by the sound... We will mark the time as one, Tandem in the sun. The rhythm of a hymn. The souls of heaven Are stars at night. They will guide us on our way, Until we meet again Another day. When the dawn has come Sing the song, All day long. We will move as one, Bear the load On the road. The souls of heaven Turn to stars Every single night All across the sky... They shine.