Heavenly Father of Shangri La:
Father, why has my attendance gone down? I preached of Clown Luv and received none. I spoke of unity, yet saw none. The Drama and Hate of a few has destroyed the Faith of many. Is the Dark Carnival another testament of your word? Was it not meant to show the Family your Love? Was it not meant to show us the path to Shangri La and the horrors of Hellspit? Or is this merely just music? Is this just an excuse for Ninjas to smile in the presence of their brother and hate him when their brother is absent?
I envisioned that a Juggalo is a Faithful servant of the Dark Carnival, who though plagued by Demons and Frustrations, deep in their hearts lies the Love of a Family and the potential to do good. A Juggalo's Religious background didn't matter, and their interpretation of god was theirs alone to make. But I am told that a Juggalo should be evil. I am told of a group of Juggalos who beat up a little boy and then stole his bike, using the banner of the Hatchet as an excuse to commit this act of Hate and perpetration of being a Bully. Were we not bullied as children ourselves? Were we not hated by society and shunned by those we cared about? Who are we then to commit acts of hatred against the innocent? Do we not lower ourselves to the standards of those who have hated us?
And what of Bigotry? Bigotry being defined as the intolerance of another person's race, creed, sex, lifestyle and opinions. I felt that Juggalos were open-minded creatures. A Ninja who is open-minded does not necessarily have to agree with another individual but should at least respect their difference of opinion. Father, I am called an occult leader and a lunatic and I am persecuted for my Faith. At no time did I ever force anyone to believe in the Dark Carnival, fore I too know that you can lead the horse to water, but you cannot make it drink. I respect that not all Juggalos believe in the Dark Carnival. I see that Juggalos are as diverse as the stars and planets.
And what of the tongues of Vipers? So many would come to me. I would open my heart and my home to them. They would sit at my table and feast with me. They would hear my words and graciously accept my Charity only to turn their backs and spit venom about me...only to slap away the hand of friendship and naw away at its fingers. I am told that I am Greedy, yet the Generosity to the pot comes from my own wallet. I am told that I am stingy, though the purse that their hand rested in was mine.
Did I not Love enough? Did I not give enough? Did I not share wisdom? And yet the children continue to fight. Is the world too small so that Ninjas cannot co-exist? Can not Man set aside its own transgressions to help each other?
Know this, I am not innocent of evil myself, nor am I so bold to claim to be righteous. I too am to blame. I admit that I have made mistakes. I have listened to the half-truthes of others and have based decisions on them. I have misjudged. And I have asked for Forgiveness. I have adapted and overcame. I have reconstructed myself and evolved.
Father, grant me the strength to continue my work, the firmness of Faith to prevail. I ask for the unclouding of minds and the litening of hearts. Give me the power to do your will, to love the Mother of Nature, to open myself to the mysteries, the magic and the Spirits. Shield me from evil, hate, bigotry and demons and dark forces that I cannot see that would do me harm. I am thankful for those that remain Faithful, they truly give me purpose. My heart bleeds for the Family and the Dark Carnival, may it not drain every last drop.
For the light of Shangri La... Amen
