: Enjoy your holidays all :

Nick was...

Yule (around DECEMBER 21-23)
also known as: Yuletide, Alban Arthan.

Yule is the time of greatest darkness and the longest night of the year. The Winter Solstice had been associated with the birth of a "Divine King" long before the rise of Christianity. Since the Sun is considered to represent the Male Divinity in many Pagan Traditions, this time is celebrated as the "return of the Sun God" where He is reborn of the Goddess.

Winter Solstice

Northern Hemisphere

In the Northern Hemisphere, Winter Solstice falls between December 21st and December 23rd, and marks the modern official beginning of winter. We begin to notice the sun getting lower in lower in the sky after Summer Solstice as it travels southward. At Winter Solstice the sun is at its most southeastern point over the Tropic of Capricorn in the northern hemisphere and has no apparent northward or southward motion. In other words, the sun rises and sets in its southernmost point at the time of Winter Solstice.

Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. During the winter the North Pole1 of the earth is tilted to its extreme away from the sun and the its position is south of the equator, creating winter's increasingly longer days, as we receive less direct sunlight than the southern hemisphere. From the point of Winter Solstice the days begin slowly to become longer and longer.

The word Solstice is ancient Latin meaning, sun (sol) and to stand still (stice); it is a time when the sun and the moon appear to stand still in their nightly migration across the sky. Solstice occurs twice a year, summer and winter, when the sun is furthest from the Celestial Equator in its yearly figure eight migration pattern, called the analemma.

At Winter Solstice, the sun, in fact, does remain in its furthest southeast position for a period of three days, before resuming its northerly movement. Depending on ones physical position in the northern hemisphere, to the naked eye the suns apparent journey would halt for a period of almost two weeks to under a week.

Because I'm too busy to be thoughtful.. here is something you may not know.. I'm not a fan of olivies btw

pimiento; pimento A large, red, heart-shaped sweet pepper that measures 3 to 4 inches long and 2 to 3 inches wide. The flesh of the pimiento (the Spanish word for "pepper") is sweet, succulent and more aromatic than that of the red bell pepper... Pimientos are the familiar red stuffing found in green olives.

.the.saint.the.sinner.and.the.misbegotten.man.
[ this actually was a mage story I never got to tell ]

one was tawdry, covered in shrowds.
illuminated from within,
a child, spured with a terrible gift of wild.

the next, a corrupt heart,
that then was engulfed with terror,
fed with lust and boils,
source-worms to fill his innards.

the last, a fallen son,
freed from blindness,
but cast to walk forever now,
amongst the little ones laid at my feet.

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Glaring down the neon street, Jamie moved through the wet and fog. His head was cast upwards and surrounded by his new gift. His new sight. Inside burned one thing only... Hungry Power.

A man turned, then climbed down from the Hornet Unit and headed back to his office across the landing, seeing his malformed reflection against the approaching windows.. he prepped the last notations his foolish Commander gave him... and was set to find the Source that was moving through the city now. Kertz grinned widely at his new-birthed face in the glass, and swung the doors opened.

A dark haired man picked up his valise and left the cafe.. walking into the streets of Versai. Gericault looked to the sky and knew something was raising on the summer night breeze. He pulled his long coat shut against the damp fog, checked his hip, and then hailed a cab headed South.

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thats all for today.. just working on her.. hope to have more time soon. cheers +laine+

FROM GenratioNoWhere http://genrationowhere.tblog.com" title="http://genrationowhere.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://genrationowhere.tblog.... Friday 12.10.04 [8:41 am]

well since we were on the topic of religion
[confused how music created that effect*shrug*]

this is from the Bhagavad-Gita.. shocking how easy things can be:

" You have control over action alone,
never over its fruits.
Live not for the fruits of action,
nor attach yourself to inaction. "

be active.. now is all we have.
+laine+

[ .cluttered. ]

clutter
its my thunder inside
always with me every night
in my head pressing
still that sound
of rain scattered on wet pavement

and sleeping under the weight of lost things
where our hands have no ties
nothing but the feeding freedom
of the ghosts in your room
cold white bodies picking up kits of little toys
trying to remember what they mean
and what these things are for

I ring out towels with my hands
drying up the echo inside me
where I cannot feel a single thing I touch
its my horror
no creation nor words
no enlightenment
broken hands to the surfaces of chipped doors

just this dusty plain
that my desolate body still has become
my hands, you know, are spires
my eyes of light
and all my toughts of cinders
like the little ones still bound at my feet

their heads like matchsticks
burning out their insides
I see it in their everyday
the weakening wrath
their palor turned down and slackened
by the surfaces their palms grind against

in my shadow
shifts your light
one strike like atoms
tumble down and out of the grafting box
etched and worn like memories
that your holding in your hand

but we lay down
ladden with our private terrors
and you keep finding this place
where I sleep on needles and rough downe
to watch and wait
staring in your utter shock

your elegance threadbear and blind
hair in tangles
skin as milk
eyes in cyclic abandonment
and all you need to whisper
is your one truth in me
your one cool truth

my hands stilll hold me down
in the place where I sleep
to keep me covered from the place
that you think will finally be home
now every cluttered nerve is home

©BMcLean2k4+