And So Take A New Transformational Flight Of Grand Dimensions
With A Divine Look & Listen…To That Which Not Only Looms Ahead
But Also To That Which Looms Behind & Thus Beyond In Eternum...
http://home.att.net/~e.zeiser/poetry/halcyondays.htm
Oh If They Would But Only Take A Pause
A Truly "Look See" From Within… So How About It…
Stop , Look & Truly Listen To A Voice Divine Calling Out
From The Heavens Above To Those Below Of A New Paradigm Shift
Within The New Divine Matriarchal Millennium Matrix Vortex Awaiting.
How pleasant the salt anesthetic Of the air and the sand and the sun; Leave the earth to the strong and athletic, And the sea to adventure upon. But the sun and the sand No contractor can copy; We lie in the land Of the lotus and poppy; We vegetate, calm and aesthetic, On the beach, on the sand, in the sun.-Ogden Nash
Ah To Once Again...
"Bring Back Those Wonderful Halcyon Days" Of Yore ...
And Thus A Wish Come True Held within Aladdin's Wishfilled Lamp
But To Take That Risk & Make That Wish Come True Are You Truly Sure?
http://www.halcyondaysmusic.com/midi/sept2000/bringbackthosewonderfuldays.mid
Ahhh... You Yearn Again For Those Halcyon Days Of Yore...Do Ya...
Of Out Of The Frying Pan & Into The Fire...
And So By Trying To Assist Others In Their Divine Journey's Quest
You Have Failed To Assist Those In Their Divine Journey's Quest
Right In Your Own Back Yard...
Thus As The Old Proverb States..."Stay In Your Own BackYard"...
So Enter Now Within The Passionsword Arena Of Life In The Loom...
Forever Looming Overhead Occurring Infinitely Over & Over
Again & Again Within All That Life's Offerings Has To Offer...
As Everything That Must Happen Will Happen & Is Held Within
It's Own Nightmarish Reasons For Every Forbidden Chance To Change ...
History In The Making... While Seemingly To Endlessly Look Into
The Looking Glass Of The Future & All That It Holds In Store.
Thus The Ones Who Truly Count Are In The Tomorrows
Reflections Within The Future's Labyrinth Of Infinite Possibilities...
Go On & Continue To Just But Stand Around ...
While Watching It All Unfold...Sensing Your way Forward
As If It All Really But Matters...Does It Matter... Really...
Can There Really Be But A Difference...In The Doing Or Not Doing...
Does It Make Any Difference...Anyway...One Way Or Another.
Ready To Get A Grip & Step Up to the Plate...
& Then They Have The Nerve To Ask
"Tell Us Now Of The Dialectical Dimensions Of Your Rage"...
http://www.textually.org/textually/archives/2004/08/005140.htm
August 31, 2004 (Train Countdown)
Terror fears loom over subway cell phone service
Despite mounting evidence from Spain to Pakistan that al-Qaeda is training its operatives to use cell phones to detonate bombs by remote control, cities around the world are taking steps to wire subway tunnels to receive mobile signals, reports the San Diego Union Tribune.
"A range of homeland security specialists and lawmakers acknowledge that wiring subway tunnels for cell service increases the risk that the system may be used against the public. But most also say that, on balance, the security benefits of extending the wireless communications network underground probably outweigh the cost of that increased risk.
"It's a conundrum," said P.J. Crowley, a former National Security Council official who is a senior fellow at the Center for American Progress, a liberal think tank. "In ensuring that we have the ability to communicate in a crisis, we're ensuring that our adversary can do the same thing. But the answer is to keep people who want to do us harm away from our borders, rather than eliminating a valued asset for people who day in, day out live within our borders."
The use of cell phone ringers to detonate bombs apparently goes back to the Irish Republican Army, but the technique has been enthusiastically embraced by Islamist terrorists. Recent bombings in Israel, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia, and Pakistan have used the technique, which gives a militant precise control over when the explosives will go off from a position of remote safety."
While All The While Opening Up A Proverbial Pandora's Box Of
Their Own Lost Hopes , Forgotten Dreams & Loneliness...
For Its But Their Fear Of Life Itself...
Thus They Then Choose To Become...
Promotionally Over Promoted Over Promotional Role Runners
Running Their Endless Role Running Over Promoted Run Of Role..
Thus They Think They Are Truly On A Roll...
For Are They All Not Past , Present & Future Interlopers
Armchair Warriors That Spew Forth Their Masher's
Viscous Vileness For Slaughter & Their Ardent Propensities
In Manipulated Madness Of Seeing More Bodies Fill Up Ever Further
The Graveyards Of Bitterness & Despair Within The Hourglass Of
Both Time & Space Seemingly Trapped Forever From Within...&
Thus Forever Held Outside Looking In Within...
A Magic Mirror Of Reflected Truth At The Truth That Lies Within...
Thus Have We All Not In Some Strange Way From Time To Time
Not Overstayed Our Welcomes Just South Of Nowhere ...Thus...
A Perceived Moment In Both Time & Space Is Eternally Ongoing
Like A Rushing Wind Gushing Forth It's Destined Breezes
To Its Purposeful Distant Arrival To Somewhere Bound...As...
"Ever Onward Towards The Distance" Shouts The Stagecoach Driver...
Time To Achieve Our Promise By Unlocking Doors Of Dimensions Yet Unseen...
Even While Trying To Change Something Unchangeable It still Must Occur
But In Doing So Cause Something New & Wonderful To Occur
Within its Divine Transformational Presence That Will Expire Not
Through Out The Eons Of Both Time & Space.
Thus The expression “halcyon days” comes from this myth
and figuratively means a time of peace and tranquility.
Peace on Earth (or Sea) In the midst of all this commotion, there’s yet another multi-day observance that often falls through the cracks: halcyon days, which begin a week before the winter solstice and end a week after. Halcyon days are not a holiday as such, but more of a mythological tradition. According to legend, this two-week period is associated with unusually calm seas; hence the common meanings of halcyon as “quiet” or “peaceful,” and by extension, “prosperous.” I could not imagine any two weeks of the year less suited to such a description, but the term has been around longer than most of our December holidays.
Greek mythology recounts the story of the goddess Alcyone (or Halcyone), daughter of Aeolus, god of the winds. Alcyone married a mortal king named Ceyx (who seeks), who drowned at sea in a storm. Such was Alcyone’s love for her husband that she threw herself into the ocean after him. Seeing this, the gods transformed Alcyone and Ceyx into birds. Thereafter, Aeolus kept the winds calm on the sea for a week before and a week after the solstice, enabling the birds to build nests on the water and lay their eggs there. Since that time, many people have believed that the kingfisher has a calming effect on the sea.
Back at home, Halcyone was unaware that her husband was dead. She spent her days weaving him a new robe. At night she prayed to Hera for his safe return. Hera heard her prayers. It saddened her to hear Halcyone pray for one already dead. She pitied the poor woman and wanted her to know the truth. She ordered Somnus (som ' nus), the god of sleep, to go to her. "Go to Halcyone in a dream," she told Somnus. "Tell her that her husband will never return. It will be better for her to know the truth than to live in vain hope."
Somnus gave this task to his son, Morpheus (mor' fee us), who was able to take the form of any human being. Morpheus quickly flew to Halcyone's house. He changed his appearance so that he looked like her dead husband. Naked and wet with sea water, he visited Halcyone in a dream. "My dearest wife, hear my words," he whispered. "Do you not know who I am? Does death make me look so different? I have come to tell you that I am no longer alive. My home is now with Hades in the underworld. Weep for me. Mourn for me. But be certain that I can never return to you."
Halcyone called to her husband in her sleep. Then she awoke with a start. "Ceyx!" she cried. But no one was there. Her room was empty. Halcyone knew then that the dream was the truth. Her husband was dead. "I cannot live without you!" she wept. "I will not live without you!"
Halcyone ran down to the shore. The sun was just beginning to rise. She looked out at the sea where she had last seen her husband alive. After standing for a while, she noticed something floating toward her. At first she thought it was just an old piece of wood. But as it came closer, she realized it was a body being carried by the waves. Halcyone watched in horror as the corpse came nearer and nearer. She was about to turn away when she caught a glimpse of its face.
Ceyx! My husband!" Filled with grief, Halcyone threw herself into the sea to join him. But she never even touched the water. Instead, she found herself flying over the waves. Her body had formed wings. She was covered with feathers. The gods had changed Halcyone into a bird a kingfisher. She flew down toward the body of her husband. At that moment he too became a bird. Together, the two lovers flew off over the sea.
Thus each year the female kingfisher lays her eggs in a floating nest. For seven days she guards the eggs until they hatch. It is said that for these seven days the sea is always calm and quiet. These days are called halcyon (hal' see on) days.
The Kingfisher Days that The Greek words from which the name halcyon is apparently derived mean, roughly, “sea” and “conceive.” Over the centuries, the term came to refer both to the kingfisher (an actual bird) and to the mythical bird that nested on the sea and mysteriously calmed the winds around the time of the winter solstice. The latter usage extended the story of Alcyone to account for the calm seas considered common in late December, but also eventually gave rise to a belief among ancient sailors that storms could not occur at sea during the halcyon days.
Nowadays, when we use the expression “halcyon days,” it’s almost always a way of saying “the good old days” or “when life was easy” or “back during the dot-com boom.” More often than not, the expression refers sentimentally to a bygone time that we remember as being much more tranquil and prosperous than it really was, so the mythological origin of the term is rather apt. I’ve never heard anyone speak of looking forward to halcyon days, nor have I ever received a “Happy Halcyon Days” card on December 14. But a few months from now when you’re putting away decorations, repairing broken toys, and looking at unpleasant credit card bills, you can look back at these two frenzied weeks of late December and reminisce, “Those were the halcyon days.”—
For Thus It's Within Each & Every Action & Reaction Of Both
Cause & Effect In Both Time & Space That Forever
Holds a Chain Reaction Of Coming Events &
In The Knowing Of Too Many Things About
Too Many Yet UnSeen Tomorrows That Count...
Each & Every Wave Upon The Shores Of Desolation.
But By Now Its Getting Late... & It seems Like Always
Its Been "An Outside Looking In" Premise Of Uncertainty
While Seemingly Just Passing By Like Seabirds Along A Distant Seashore
All The While Being in Love With That Certain Moment In Both Time & Space...
Thus The Main "Looming Halcyon Days" Event Announcement Hath Been Made...
For Sowing Time Is Over & At This Very Moment Let Reaping Time Begin...
For It Truly Is Time In The Looming Reaping...
Yes So We've Heard That The Big "Halcyon Days" Doings Are Held Within
An Ancient Pickle Jar Of The Same Dream Awakenings Of Yore
Are Now ReAwakenIng To The Fact Of Another Grand Opening Up Yet To Be...
For It Now Finally Gets Opened Up...Sending Forth Its Sweet Smells
Of Redemption In A Chain Reaction Of Coming Events That Each & Every
Wish Fulfillment Shall Be But Pondered Upon Within
The Wishing Wells Of Rainbowed Wants & Needs
That Left Over Faded & Jaded Dreams Can Only Bring
That Will Now Occur In Mass...To But Be Unaltered Within
Each & Every Chance That The Inevitable Brings Forth...
Loom Knowledge & A Divine Retrospective on Loom
http://www.isi.edu/isd/LOOM/papers/macgregor/Loom_Retrospective.html
Thus The Distant Destiny All Will Taste Of...A Predestined Fate
Within Each & Every Deduced Existent Reality That Looms.
But The Choice Divine Still Remains... Think Epistemologically Now If you Will ,
Lets Just Say For Divine Considerations Point Of View ...It May Be True &
That... That Which was made , (Created If You Will) In A Rush Ruse
Beheld In a False Premise For Battle In the Making Did Occur...
Than Within The Loom Each Life Shall It Consume Of Its Own
Upcoming Pre-seen Failures & Predestined Doom...
Thus A Warning Call Given Forth...In A Divine Riddle's Glint To Coax...
While What Shall Come To Pass Shall Be No Tomorrows Hint To Hoax...
As The Door To Never Ever Again Has Been Opened To...
Death Death Death
Comes Sweeping Down Filthy Death The Leering Clown
Death On Wings , Death By Surprise
Failing Evil In Worldly Eyes
Death That's Born As Life Succumbs
Love & Death Two Kindred Drums
So Keep The Faith Till Judgment Day
An Actor In A Passion Play
Without Beginning Without End
Forever More Amen...
How pleasant to look at the ocean, Democratic and damp; indiscriminate; It fills me with noble emotion To think I am able to swim in it. To lave in the wave, Majestic and chilly, Tomorrow I crave; But today it is silly.-Ogden Nash
So Could You Would You But pretty Please
Perhaps In a Wish Held On Thou Knees
Bring Back The Pantomimes Of Hanlon ,
Wont You Bring Back the Lullabies of Scanlon
Bring Back The Days Before The "Gimmies"
Wont You Bring Back The Dance Without The "Shimmies"...
And Maybe Someday In A Not So Far Off Future Time & Space
They will But Once Again Remember These Not So Far Off Somewhere
Back There Distant Days Of Yore & Thus To But Reflect Back &
To Once Again Remember & Give Thanks & Understanding
To These Times That Now Loom...
& That Someone...Someday In That Far Off Distant Future That
Looms Now Ahead ... & They Will Maybe Be Better Able To Explain Better
To Those Less Fortunate in "The Divine Gift For Understanding"...
& Thus To Get Them To Take A Better Look Back & Realize Much More Clearly
"The Point Being"...As Well As "The Point Of Being"... & (This Point Being)
In This Here & Now That Looms Upon Those Distant Days Horizons Of
The Then & There... & Thus Enter Back Into...
The Divine Journey Enterprise Release Quest In The Here & Now…
As Something New Comes Once Again Out From The Days Of Yore &
Like Pachelbel's Divine Cannon Is But Once Again Overheard From Above...
Perhaps It Be A Voice Divine Calling Out From The Heavens Above...
Back Through Time & Space Unto The Days Of Yore To But Once Again...
"Come & See" The Divine Distance Calling... Hear It's Hopeful Calling Forth
In A Distant Tale Of Tales... That Follows Towards the Silent West
O'er the Horizon's Curved Rim,-- Outward bound.
Thus Even If The Mind as Well as Hopes & Dreams Has A Way
Of Fading Into The Distance ... Coming Out Only Through
The Shades & Shadows of The Night's Long Remembrances
Along Those Deep Dark Corridors Of Your Minds Faded Memories...
To Then But Fade Once more In The mornings Brilliant
Bright Sunny Light Of A New Day Dawning...It still Remains...
Like The Hope That Halcyon Held Out For Her Beloved Ceyx's Return
& The Divine Love In Which She Held Forever In Her Heart For Him..
Thus Even Through All The Years Of Suffering , Bitterness & Sorrows
Hope Still Shines Through Looming On The Ever Faint Horizon Of
Tomorrow's Divine Journey Enterprise Release Quest Re-Awakening
Along A Future Grand Journey Event Horizon's Divine Beckoning
Within Love's Divine Grand Transformational Rebirth...Thus...
Calling Forth Once More To A New Awakening In The There & Then...
As You Exit Now From The Passionsword Arena Tale of Tales
Of A Halcyon Tale Of Life In The Loom...Forever Looming Overhead
Occurring Infinitely Over & Over Again Within All
That Life's Offerings Has To Offer In Both Time & Space
& Thus Within The Ever Present Here & Now.
Spes mea in Deo est (My Hope Is In God)
Thus to doubt the origin and return of Arthur
is to undermine the existence and the survival of hope.
"Oh Divine Muses of Inspiration,
help me sing of wily Odysseus,that master of schemes!"
I have loved my God as a child at heart
That seeketh deep bosoms for rest
I have loved my God as a maid to man-
But lo this thing is best:
To love your God as a gallant foe that plays behind the veil;
To meet your God as the night winds meet beyond Arcturus'pale
I have played with God for a women
I have staked with my God for truth
I have lost my God as a man,clear-eyed--
His dice be not of ruth.
For I am made as a naked blade,
But hear ye this thing in sooth:
Who loseth to God as man to man
Shall win at the turn of the game.
I have drawn my blade where the lightings meet
But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blade lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
For God our God is a gallant foe that playeth behind the veil.
Whom God designs not to overthrow hath need of triple mail
-EZRA POUND-
While Each & Every Life Is Seemingly Forever Caught
In The Loom Of Fate...As You Begin To Exit Out From...
The Purgatory That You Hath Made for Thyselves...
And Fade Once Again Whether It Be In The Past ,
Present Or Future...Back To Life's Truly In The Loom
"So Make Room For It" In Each & Every Coming
"Halcyon Days" Transformational Flight New Reawakening
Wether It Be "Back To The Future" Or "Out From The Past"
& Back To Those "Halcyon Days" Of Yore Re-Remembered Black...
Signed Gladly Sadly & Tragically
At The PassionSwords Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord
