Dead goldfinch
When I was just a boy / The Devil took my hand / Took me from my home / He made me a man . . . / I’m going down, down, down, down, down / On the homebound train.” Jon Bon Jovi is also quoted as saying in Smash Hits magazine: “…I’d kill my mother for rock and roll. I would sell my soul.”
Furthermore The One Above Club has now closed down – so the Godly night-life is once more thrown to the sinners and the Medway Towns and the Pagan 93 Current washes along the New Road and gushes down Star Hill into the High Street of Rochester unabated.
Pictured left is a dead goldfinch that I nearly stepped upon in an alley in Rochester – this bird has a special significance and link to the Christ child and was often painted in medieval devotional art as a foretelling of the passion of Christ, sometimes just fluttering out of reach of the infant’s hand. This is because of the bird’s liking for the thorns and thistles it nests in and their resonance with the crown of thorns – in some stories the finch even removed a painful thorn from the dying Christ and thus gained its reputation as a ’saviour bird’.
It comes as a shock then to see such an obvious defilement within ten minutes walk of the Cathedral. Summer is coming and the occult forces are ranging deep into the territory traditionally held to be Christian.
