Simon the Sorcerer

Today, after being gone for what seems an era, I would like to bring your attention to possibly the most misunderstood character in the Bible.

Acts 8:5-24

 Then Philip went down to the city of Samaria, and preached Christ unto them. And the people with one accord gave heed unto those things which Philip spake, hearing and seeing the miracles which he did. For unclean spirits, crying with loud voice, came out of many that were possessed with them: and many taken with palsies, and that were lame, were healed. And there was great joy in that city. But there was a certain man, called Simon, which beforetime in the same city used sorcery, and bewitched the people of Samaria, giving out that himself was some great one: To whom they all gave heed, from the least to the greatest, saying, This man is the great power of God. And to him they had regard, because that of long time he had bewitched them with sorceries. But when they believed Philip preaching the things concerning the kingdom of God, and the name of Jesus Christ, they were baptized, both men and women. Then Simon himself believed also: and when he was baptized, he continued with Philip, and wondered, beholding the miracles and signs which were done. Now when the apostles which were at Jerusalem heard that Samaria had received the word of God, they sent unto them Peter and John: Who, when they were come down, prayed for them, that they might receive the Holy Ghost: (For as yet he was fallen upon none of them: only they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus.) Then laid they their hands on them, and they received the Holy Ghost. And when Simon saw that through laying on of the apostles’ hands the Holy Ghost was given, he offered them money, Saying, Give me also this power, that on whomsoever I lay hands, he may receive the Holy Ghost. But Peter said unto him, Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money. Thou hast neither part nor lot in this matter: for thy heart is not right in the sight of God. Repent therefore of this thy wickedness, and pray God, if perhaps the thought of thine heart may be forgiven thee. For I perceive that thou art in the gall of bitterness, and in the bond of iniquity. Then answered Simon, and said, Pray ye to the Lord for me, that none of these things which ye have spoken come upon me.

Simon the Sorcerer at one time did great and mighty works in this city, in fact, according to the scriptures, he held the city in thrall to himself. Then along came the followers of Christ, preaching the gospel of Jesus, filled with power and doing many great and mighty works in the name of Jesus. Simon was also persuaded and believed, alongside the multitudes of this city. He went along with them, preaching and proclaiming the name of Jesus. Then he saw something  he wanted. He saw that the gift of power, the baptism of the Holy Spirit, could be given. He desired this gift, as is well and proper for any follower of Christ. What’s more? He didn’t ask it just to keep it for himself. He wanted to be able to give this gift like they did. Also well and proper for any follower of Christ. But he was still new to his faith, and didn’t understand some things.

In Christianity, this gift is freely given to those who choose to follow Christ. The signs and wonders done, you don’t offer money for, and thus you can’t buy the gifts.

So why did Simon try to buy this gift?

A simple question with a simple answer, that still rings true throughout the ages to this very day.

In the world of magic and witchcraft, all that information on how things work in the spiritual world is highly coveted information. Occasionally a sorcerer or a witch would take on an apprentice to carry on the knowledge that they have, that way it would not be lost. Witches and occultists to this day keep alot of this information to themselves, except for bartering, and selling it. It has always been this way.

Simon likely had often had to buy the information and books of power. So he did what he could with the knowledge he had. He offered them money to bestow upon him the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Here is where a follower of Christ got the situation incorrect, and handled it badly.

But Peter said unto him, Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money. Thou hast neither part nor lot in this matter: for thy heart is not right in the sight of God. Repent therefore of this thy wickedness, and pray God, if perhaps the thought of thine heart may be forgiven thee. For I perceive that thou art in the gall of bitterness, and in the bond of iniquity. Then answered Simon, and said, Pray ye to the Lord for me, that none of these things which ye have spoken come upon me.

Telling a new believer this kind of stuff, when he had no way of knowing what was going on for sure? For shame. But it happens to this day, for we are all merely humans, and trying to move forward in life. Peter didn’t know any better. Simon was just trying to seek after God, in a way that made sense to him. Maybe the sermons had never covered how to be filled with the Holy Ghost. Simon should have done as Peter said though, and prayed himself, instead of telling Peter to do it for him, but again, a new believer with a new faith will seldom know how to conduct himself in matters such as these.


The moral of the story is: Don’t judge another for wanting something of God, but not knowing how to get it. You never know how many occultists could have come to God, and done mighty things for Him, but were turned off to Christianity by the followers of Christ.



Cold waves

As cold washes over Texas,
in waves freezing to the bone,
So waves depression,
To those feeling lost, all alone.

No jacket protects the core,
No shoes keep put the bite.
Nothing keeps the chill away,
And the soul feels the night.

No clothes help warm the body,
Likewise, no reassurances help the soul.
The night brings chill for the body,
But freezes over the soul.

What will it take to become whole?

Can’t fix stupid..

Over the past few days, I’ve come to some important realizations.
People will be stupid, and flaunt their stupidity. I have my own stupid to deal with and don’t need to worry bout anyone else’s. So from here out, I’ll merely point out that someoners doing something wrong, and move on. After all, I have my own stuff to deal with. Maybe someday people will be required to think for themselves again. Maybe we can make being stupid illegal. But that time hasn’t arrived yet.

Dwelling on the recent past..

Losing a friend hurts. Losing multiple in the same window of time is worse. Phone offline for up to 72 hours while I try to get my number brought from one company to another. I have had time to think about things and disconnect.Looking back over the past month, I can see that some friendships will last, where others always have been meant to fall apart.

One can never truly get used to this, this overwhelming feeling. The overbearing agony of despair. One can only acknowledge it, and try to move forward from it.

When people get hurt, they learn to hate… when people hurt others, they become hated and racked with guilt. But knowing that pain allows people to be kind. Pain allows people to grow… and how you grow is up to you.

The biggest mistake anyone can make, regarding me, is to accuse me of not caring. That’s not just a simple slap in the face to me. That’s more of a swift kick to the lower extremities. All things considered, is time I grew up some more. I will not hate you, but the kindness I show you by cutting you out of my life, is to protect you from myself.


My Closest Companion

Loneliness. We meet again.
I’ve just had yet another friendship tear itself to pieces.
I’m fed up again. Is this time for good?
A real friend would be nice. More than the few  I have.

Nonetheless, I will move forward. People come, and people go. It is pointless to mourn yet another loss of  friendship. Perhaps someone, someday, will stop and think before accusing me of not caring. For, if anything, my problem is not that I don’t care… Tis that I care too much.

New Year

2013 is ended. Perhaps not on a good note, but at least it is over. This past year has had more downs than ups, and was almost nothing but a rollercoaster of events and emotions.

I’m not really looking forward to 2014 though. I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I really don’t want this to keep going. I want time to stop, at that point between 2013 and 2014, so that I can just exist. Time without going forward to sort myself out.

On an upside, I’ve made some good friends this year. On the reverse, I’ve lost at least one who was close to me. No matter how many people I meet, those whom I already know mean the world to me and I can never replace them.

“If something is truly important to you… even it’s heart-breaking, even if it’s sorrowful… you keep on trying and trying, even if you lose your life, you keep on protecting it with these two arms!! …Then, even if you die, you leave behind the proof that you are a man… forever…”

Maybe in this new year, I can bring myself to do this.. looking back, the damage is already done, but I can still start anew with other friends.


Never can one be truly alone, but I sure feel alone. Is this what happens when you cut a friend out, or is this just a random occurrence that happens to coincide with that event?
I guess it doesn’t matter though. 

Cause I know I’m not alone. I can feel alone all my heart will force me to, but heart knowledge doesn’t always prove accurate. Sometimes your head knowledge can’t overpower your heart knowledge. You just have to know which knowledge is true, and choose to believe it. I have a few people in my life who care, and I can’t bring myself to let them help at all.

I’m damaged, and I’ve been broken. But picking up the pieces is my specialty. Is something I’m good at.

Dare I let anyone close again?

I don’t know.


A being, so out of touch with what it means to be alive, often more dead than anything else. A musician, dead inside, is no musician at all. Giving up on everything, he spends his time trying to sleep the world away, or seeking to feel something, anything at all.

Numb to the core. Emotional turmoil buried within. So deep that the only thing that could reach down and stir life anew was music.
The problem was that the solution, could not be so easily reached. To stir up music within himself, requires touching the spark of life that is almost beyond reach. The poor youth cannot do so, without falling apart.

But wait! What’s this? The book summons him, pulling irresistibly upon his soul. A black book, mostly empty, filled with the questions, doubts, and frustrations calls him forth. He reads it, and adds a new page of questions, before he picks up his instrument.

Playing his flute, this Christmas time, he found life, and power, in the music.

In the darkness, in the light, there is music.. embrace the light.

What is love?

Love? What is it?
Is it indulgent, at all times, or is it withdrawn as well?
Love will always come equipped with pain, and sometimes, the most loving thing you can do is to walk away. Yes, it can hurt. Yes, it will hurt. But it is folly to depend on other people.

It is merely empty flattery to love someone else, if you cannot first accept yourself as you are. When someone leans on you so much that they are falling away from their faith, it is time to walk away. When you lose your own faith to the heartache, and the emptiness within, it is time to pull back, and deal with your own problems.

Walking away, severing bonds, sometimes is necessary. Permanence is not. It becomes  permanent through the words hurled from one to another before they’re walking away. The memories of what happened. The way life was before. And knowing that goin back would end up right at the breaking point again. 

To truly love, is not to protect from the pain every time, but knowing when to let the pain through.

~ Calanon