Welcome to Mons Angelorum

Hello !

I am, or I was, wolfbird.

WordPress says the name is taken, so now I have become ulvfugl, that is, wolfbird, in Norwegian.

Here are the rules of this site :

There are no rules for this site.

Please feel free to ask or say anything.

If you have a problem, tell me, publicly or privately.

Please think three times first. Perhaps resolve it yourself.

If you give me your problem, I have one more. I have a large collection already.

What makes you think I can solve your problem, when I cannot fix all of mine ?

If I can, I may, or may not, have a go at fixing your problem for you, if it will make you happier 🙂 But why aren’t you already happy ?

I live on a mountain. I am it, it is me. After more than twenty years, the boundaries are indistinct. I don’t remember exactly when I was last off this mountain, but it wasn’t recently.

The photo in the header is of the rocky peak of Carn Ingli in wintertime.

It is called Carn Ingli, in Welsh, which means Mount of the Angels, which is Mons Angelorum, in the ancient Latin manuscripts that mention this place.

One source ( there may be others, I don’t know ) is the 12th. century document in the British Museum, called Cotton MS Vespasian A xiv. which describes The Life of St. Brynach. He lived here on this mountain, some 600 years earlier than that, so it is unsurprising that over such a long period his adventures became embellished with some fascinating, if somewhat fanciful, details.

He led a life so pleasing to God, that he attained to enjoy frequently the sight of angels and also their discourse. Wherefore, too, that mountain, whereon they met, to wit, at the foot of which a church has been built, is called Mons Angelorum, Carningli.

The story can be read here.

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When I was a small child, I decided I would be a person who learned everything and knew all human knowledge. I have not yet succeeded. But at least I have tried. Now it no longer bothers me, that I do not know everything. I’m happy to forget most things. I learned that being alive and knowing nothing is sufficiently astonishing that all other modes of being are inferior, but to understand this, a person has to have woken up. Are you awake, in that profound and radical sense of the word ? What is it like being you ?

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More on moderation. Think of it this way : you’re visiting my house. If you bring me metaphorical flowers, wine and cakes, news, funny stories and considered opinions, I’m likely to be pleased to see you. However, if you’re determined to insult me, break the furniture, spray graffiti on the walls, make a mess I have to clear up, I may be somewhat less friendly. Despite any appearances to the contrary, I am not a very kind or very patient man, I am full of fury about what people are doing to this world and one another and to their children’s future. I seek solace in trying to understand what is occurring, even if I am powerless to change the course of events.

The way I see it, it’s not my job to control you, it’s your job to control yourself, so that you can feel some self-respect and, showing consideration for others, receive theirs in turn.

You are free to say anything you wish, but by the same token, I’m free to object, and so I may well delete your comment and banish you forevermore. There are, without any doubt, a great many humans in the real world whom I find repugnant and would never invite into my home. If you feel driven to upset and abuse people, go throw rocks at the bad guys. There’s enough of ’em out there. Please leave me in peace to get on with what I do.

That said, if you have something you feel compelled to tell me, I will probably listen. I’ve already heard stuff so horrible that I had never expected to have to encounter or endure in my life, out there in the harsh and jagged world. Can’t you take it somewhere else ? Are you completely out of your own control and lacking all judgement ? What do you want here ? Absolution ? I am not a priest, it is not my job to forgive or even to heal or rescue or educate nor even to help you.

If you offend me, I believe that three chances are sufficient. We are all on a learning curve, and some are a little slower to learn than others. But if I have asked you nicely, then not so nicely, then even less nicely, please do not expect me to waste more time on you, when there are so many others who need and appreciate my time and consideration. Lifetime is very precious, not to be wasted on frivolous idiots and scumbags. If you are not honourable yourself, do not expect to be honoured by other people’s concern and care. ‘K ?

That all said, I wouldn’t be going to all this trouble if I didn’t know that there are a lot of really great and wonderful people out there. We need to talk. We need to gather and share information. Here’s somewhere to do it.

If you put yourself in the position of any corporate CEO, President, Prime Minister, politician, spy chief, anybody really, the pace of change is now so fast that nobody can keep up, least of all those guys, who receive a constant daily fire-hose blast of facts and opinions and statistics, and never know which source to trust or believe.

As Judith noted a while ago, Alan Moore predicted that there has to be a point where change becomes so rapid that everything begins to turn into steam… How can each of us make intelligent well-informed choices and plans and decisions under those stressful circumstances ? We have to be each others eyes and ears, so we can see ahead as far as possible, and know what is coming and what it means.

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I have tried to make this website as simple as possible, but I don’t have any ability to test it on different systems and browsers. If something isn’t working for you do please speak up and let me know, here :

ulvfugl AT monsangelorum DOT net