AND BEHOLD, THERE WAS A NEW STAR, SHINING IN THE EAST: JOE BLOGZ GAS STATION & CASINO OR AVERAGE JO CITIZEN, JOHN DOE OR JANE DOE, IRISH INTERPRETATION, MUMMIES, DUMMIES, HARVEST MOON SHINING ON THE FLATHEAD . . . APPEARED TO BE A HUGE STAR, WITH FOUR POINTS OF LIGHT, COMING OUT OF THE MOON TONIGHT--I AM CLEAN, I AM REBORN, I DON'T FEEL MISERY ANYMORE . . . DEPECHE MODE, DAVE GAUNE, SEX, I'M COMING FOR YOU, GONNA STAND BY YOUR SIDE, NOT GOING TO LEAVE UNTIL I AM SATISFIED! I WAS FILLED WITH HEAVENLY GLORY, WASHED WITH A HEAVENLY MANIFESTATION, SIMILAR TO THE SIGN OF CHRIST'S BIRTH AND EVENTS, TO MARK THE FIRST CHRISTMAS . . . A STAR, A STAR IS BORN, JESUS LIVE, HE IS! OKAY, LOCK ME UP! DID I REALLY SEE THIS? I THINK SO . . .

A Photographer's Dream Shot, Christmas Magic, Behind a Harvest Moon

Hiking up at Herron Park, golden aspen leaves, pines, people walking dogs, glistening grassy meadows, the warm sun, fields now tinged with brown and green, blue skies, a few white, billowy clouds, listening to DePeche Mode and reading the rest of the newspaper.  Cruising up to Best View, talking, reading, hiking, eating donuts, and getting the hell bugged out of us, by friends, demanding, checking up, wanting favors, and ditching out on the world, to the beauty of the Flathead . . . magic!  Suddenly a large, yellow, orange, gold, light, huge appeared from behind the now, dark purple mountains, across the waters, beyond the island and pines in the water, over by Bigfork, that kept growing larger, and larger, with a crescent glow of a harvest moon, that seems to only come in the fall, and all its glory, larger than life, almost appearing sun-like, with size, an enormous ball, rising out of obscurity, slowly inching its way above the protection of the mountains, with silhouettes of pines, islands, lights on the bay, the last embers of the day, as the beam of light, dances on the water, in a straight line, over the dark masses of billions of gallons of water, teeming with fish, underwater life, now buried in the blackness of a watery grave and of the autumn night.

It has been years, since I have seen a moon, so monstrous and magical, creeping, crawling, overcoming the deep night, that is vying for dominance in the, soon to be cold, night over the amazingly large lake, that marks the entrance into Glacier National Park, and surrounding towns.  But the thing that struck me, beyond the glorious rise of power over the night, was what appeared to be a massive cross, that was not centered behind the moon, at first, but, a sight that I had never imagined, thought I was seeing something, and asked John to validate that I was seeing what was allegedly rising in the sky, so abnormal, so powerful, and so symbolic; we had been talking of Christ, being killed due to envy, beyond the claimed blasphemy, what struck me the most last Sunday, in reading the four books of Christ's life, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, was the mention in all four accounts, of the fact that it was envy that led to the crucifixion of Jesus, not his wealth, nor political station, not a home, a wife, status, but simple envy of his honest, humble prophetic life, that was marked without a pillow to lay his head, not like the fox, with a hole to sleep in, but just the majesty of who this man was, is and will be . . . and there was this huge cross, so big, so impressive, so cool, now, with four points, perfectly placed, at spatially strategic and even proportions, size, length, shape, and shine, going from four points around this harvest moon, so rare . . . John are you seeing this, am I really seeing this, is it there, but he was watching the road as we, rounded the round about, outside of town.

This spectacle almost looked like a gigantic golden, silver, whitish pinata, hanging in the sky, so large, that it could not be real, was it?  What I would have given to have a high powered camera, with a lens that could have captured, this almost Christmas, sign, emblem, symbol, maybe of the Christian center, and effect, rising consciousness, or whatever, growing over the valley, what the hell, was I seeing?  A new star shining in the east, like the star, in Hallmark seasons greetings and Christmas cards, showing the heavenly sign of Christ's birth, leading the wise men, the shepards, guarding their flocks, by night, the silent, holy night, Christmas, what happened tonight over the Flathead?  Simply beyond anything I have ever seen in my entire life, ever, by far . . . I witness and attest to that fact, too bad I didn't have a camera, and was a photographer, catching the proof, the sign, the magic, what is a sign for all Christians, throughout the world, that he was born, he lived, he died, and he lives again!  Cross my heart, and hope to die . . . this cross, dwarfed, anything in the valley, made mountains, mole hills . . .

JESUS IS . . .