This is my fire!

xenoflare @ 2008-11-18T13:50:00

2008-11-18T05:51:41Z

Go go Billy Idol! START AGAIN!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AofzLsvTsM0

"White Wedding"

Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who's the only one?
Hey little sister who's your superman?
Hey little sister who's the one you want?
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding.
It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little sister who is it you're with?
Hey little sister what's your vice and wish?
Hey little sister shot gun (oh yeah)
Hey little sister who's your superman?
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home

Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who's the only one?
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again

Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day to start again

xenoflare @ 2008-11-18T10:34:00

2008-11-18T02:34:51Z

moo! moo!

xenoflare

2008-11-18T02:22:53Z

cos i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuuu

cos i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuu

hahaha!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpuAaeFNHgQ

Go go Stevie! :-)

dervish

2008-11-18T02:19:34Z

i seek the sky,

storyteller storywriter

burning up forever more

i will never give up

go go go i flare forth with Mela and with Hesiesh

such a great power forever more

this life this dance this eternal pulse

nothing can stop me whooooo

nothing can break me

i am the riot of the flames in the heart

such is my sword that cuts nothing into something

tearing and teasing, this thought, this implement of thought!!

OMIR!

CAN YOU HEAR MY HOWL, KAMI!?

This is my blade dance.

super robot wars

2008-11-17T16:56:27Z

Found myself humming these songs today, and i realize it's been such a long time since i felt like a Super Robot Pilot. Kept humming Time to Come, over and over again, and then switched to Cybuster's theme song... REPPPPUUU SHIPPUUU CYBUSSSSTTTEERRR!!! REPPUUU SHIPPUUUU CYBUSSSSTEERR!!!

Let's shout it out! AKASHIC BUSTERRRR!!! COSMO... NOVA!!!!!

I WALK INTO TOMORROW, O SWIFT FANGS OF THE SOLAR WIND BLAZE WITH ME IN THE TIME TO COME!

Time to Come

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-135p90ArbY

kakero hoshi kuzu no umi wo
mamore kagiri naki sora wo
mabuta kujiru dakeja toki wa tada kuchite yukudake
makushita yume ima tori monousu tameni

machi agare shinjitsu no tsubasa hiroge
(Gotta) Take A Chance

kokoro no ipaimi yuuki ni kae
Take A Chance

yaku na yami o kirisake! Dead or Alive!!
machi mukae mirai o mune ni egaki
(Just) Trust What You
Believe In To Go!

moero kai wo mukai
sakede owari naki ai yo
Nobody kokoro no mamaja
dai hitetsu kawari wa shinai

shijitsu no mirai wo kachiru tameni machi agare ieno kagero nanose
(Gotta) Take A Chance

jibun no chikara shinjiru dake
Take A Chance
hikari nakaki doshite mo! Dead or Alive!
itsumo kigai nori wa todoku kara wo
(Just) Trust What You
Believe In To Go!

Take A Chance
kokoro no ipaimi yuuki ni kae
Take a chance
yaku na yami o kirisake! Dead or Alive!!
machi mukae mirai o mune ni egaki
(Just) Trust What You
Believe In To Go!

----------------

Reppu Shippu Cybuster

Kaze ga yonderu
Itsuka kiita ano koe ga
Ore wa senpuu
Dare ni mo tomerarenai ze

WING kirameku ryuushi hanachi
Reppuu an'un kirisaite
WIND kanata e omoi tobasu
Neppuu! Shippuu! Cybuster

Ai suru mono yo
Atsuku moeru kono omoi
Tomaru koto nai
Ashita ni mukai habataite

WING surudoku hikari hashiri
Yami ni tsuyoku kagayaite
WIND haruka ni tsubasa yo mae
Neppuu! Shippuu! Cybuster

Wasure wa shinai
Mune no oku no kono itami
Kako mo mirai mo
Ima no ore ga mamoru no sa

WING hageshiku toushi moyashite
Ima kokoro hitotsu ni shite
WIND saigo no tatakai no toki
Neppuu! Shippuu! Cybuster
Neppuu! Shippuu! Cybuster

English translations

The wind is calling me
That voice I heard once before
I am a whirlwind
There's no one who can stop me!

WING Firing off sparkling particles
A fierce wind tearing apart the dark clouds!
WIND Flying my feelings over yonder
Hot wind! Swift wind! Cybuster

O my loved ones--
My feelings burn hot
There's no stopping me,
I'm flapping my wings towards tomorrow

WING The light, dashing keenly,
Shining brightly in the darkness!
WIND Dance, O far-off wings!
Hot wind! Swift wind! Cybuster

There's no forgetting
This pain deep in my heart
The past and the future both--
I will protect them in the present!

WING With my fighting spirit burning hot
Now, my heart is becoming one!
WIND It's time for the final battle
Hot wind! Swift wind! Cybuster
Hot wind! Swift wind! Cybuster

depeche mode again

2008-11-17T16:44:48Z

The Love Thieves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnA0ft6DMpM

Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With all their love begging bowls
All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades
But they'll always be failures

Alms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible
Beseeching the honour
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able

Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirits shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers

You're holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trial
Sure as adam is eve
Sure as Jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailor

Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers

Wana

2008-11-17T09:31:07Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sSR24fwZfA

Wana - The Black Horn

Ending Theme, Gundam 00

Original / Romaji Lyrics English Translation

zetsubou wa amai wana tozasareta sono tobira
kokora ga senjou dakara dare nimo oshienai

Despair is an alluring trap, a door that shuts you in.
My heart is a battlefield, so I can't tell anyone.

zenmai no shinzou ga unmei ni ayatsurare
buriki no heitaitachi wa satsuriku wo hajimeru

Their clockwork hearts are manipulated by destiny,
The tin-plate soldiers begin their massacre.

inochi sae mo moteasobu noka kowarekaketa otogi no kuni de
mune no oku ni hashiru itami wo douka zutto wasurenu mama de

Are lives playthings too, in this crumbling fairy tale kingdom?
Please, don't ever forget the pain that runs deep in your heart.

yokubou wa doku ringo te ni ireta mono wa nani?
mirai no kodomotachi eto nokoseru mono wa nani?

Desire is a poisoned apple. What is it that you have obtained?
What are we going to pass on to the children of tomorrow?

ai wo shirazu yureru yurikago moetsukiteku nemuri no mori de
tomo ni ikiru yorokobi sae mo kieteshimau tooku

The rocking cradle that knows not love, in this sleeping forest as it burns to the ground,
You are so distant that even the joy of being alive with you is disappearing.

yasashisa wo shinji subete wo yurushite
itsukushimu you ni tada wakachiatte wakariatte

Believe in kindness and forgive everything.
Share with others, understand each other, so that we may learn to love.

inochi sae mo moteasobu noka kowarekaketa otogi no kuni de
mune no oku ni hashiru itami wo douka zutto wasurenu mama de

Are lives playthings too, in this crumbling fairy tale kingdom?
Please, don't ever forget the pain that runs deep in your heart.

ai wo shirazu yureru yurikago naze bokura wa umareta no darou
haruka kanata inori no you na komoriuta ga hibiku

The rocking cradle that knows not love, why were we born into this world?
In faraway lands, the prayer-like lullaby resounds.

yasashisa wo shinji subete wo yurushite
itsukushimu you ni tada wakachiatte wakariatte

Believe in kindness and forgive everything.
Share with others, understand each other, so that we may learn to love.

xenoflare @ 2008-11-09T07:42:00

2008-11-08T23:45:42Z

spirits please

guide her to me, guide me to her, guide us to each other

oh Valkyries winging over last night's storm

may your thunder echo my path to my love

where are you darling

please be well be safe i love you

i'm so worried sick

but i can't let that stop me from what i gotta do

i'm coming to find you

please let this just be a nightmare

i wanna wake up

gods and spirits, guardian demons, protect my love, protect her, protect our love

that is all i ask, this lowly sorcier

thus i petition

thus i seek

thus i wish

thus i am

thus i go

xenoflare @ 2008-10-12T03:30:00

2008-10-11T19:37:45Z

Stratovarius - Phoenix

I am facing the truth
I got to change the way I live
Can't go on this way
The price is too high to pay

After the rain I feel the sun
See how I run to my destiny

Life is a game
I got to learn how to play
I make my own rules
'Cause now I am free to choose

Courage and faith will show me the way
See how I run to my destiny

Like the Phoenix I rise
From the ashes of life
I don't need fortune or fame
Just some peace of mind

Like the Phoenix I fly
Leaving the lies behind
Future's golden for me
There is no one who can stop me now

I'm noble and strong
I'm walking down the road that I choose
Each day is a gift
And I know that I can't lose

A glorious future's awaiting me
See how I run to my destiny

Like the Phoenix I rise
From the ashes of life
I don't need fortune or fame
Just some peace of mind

Like the Phoenix I fly
Leaving the lies behind
Future's golden for me
There is no one who can stop me now

xenoflare @ 2008-10-09T12:08:00

2008-10-09T04:11:01Z

Wisdom and clarity!

Laugh, laugh, laugh; the greatest banishing ritual of all.

I'm not supposed to get lost in the Otherworld; it's my job to go there, see the sights, find the treasures of magic and mystery, and bring them back for everyone to play with.

So! Here we go!

:-)

Metal Gear Saga

2008-09-24T04:25:06Z

Woot!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hux21FiIbHo&feature=related

*fired up*

Live and make your own destiny!

Metal Gear Saga

2008-09-24T04:23:58Z

Woot!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hux21FiIbHo&feature=related

*fired up*

Thoughts on the MGS 4 Soundtrack

2008-09-24T04:13:58Z

The soundtrack does an awesome job of putting us inside Snake's mind and emotions. The game opens with the "Old Snake" song...

Old Snake
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg3NvvedW1k&feature=related

... and continues with the Love Theme here, which reveals Snake's pain and grief, his sense of hopelessness, of the burden of his father and brother, of being forced into becoming a weapon again by the state, despite the disease that's ending his life, to fight his birthright because that is his destiny, of hoping for something else in his life, some sort of peace that he doesn't even have the vocabulary to articulate nor the space to grasp.

Yeah, i cried during the game. Many times.

Love Theme
The intro movie scene is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ui-pvKkduEY&feature=related

full version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE6bqvfnPG4

English Lyrics by Hideo Kojima (song's sung by Jackie Presti in Hebrew):

Closing my eyes to the sound of gunfire
Uttering a roar
In a flash I am switched into despair
Everything for the one who lives inside the nightmare
Missing from the bottom of my heart

Wishing the world that ran out of tears
The heart is already dead
The hope
Missing until it hurts

Sleep now in the fire

2008-09-01T04:31:40Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz8wU9DdbqU&feature=related

YEAAAH!

The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists and march around
Dont dare take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or i'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

The lie is my expense
The scope with my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And i protect it with fire
I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

For it's the end of history
It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That makes you ill
The nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

YEAAAH!

Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!

Testify

2008-09-01T04:22:58Z

Testify - Rage Against the Machine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JSBhI_0at0

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdued me
The tabloid untied me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless boys
Who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
Its right outside your door

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Yeah testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Testify
The war is right outside your door

Jungian personality test results

2008-08-04T03:31:06Z

http://www.personalitypage.com/ENFJ.html

hmmmm....

Living on a Prayer

2008-08-03T22:31:04Z

Living on a Prayer, by Bon Jovi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye7H6yMy1Ks

Tommy used to work on the docks
union's been on strike
He's down on his luck - It's tough
so tough.

Gina works the diner all day
working for her man
She brings home her pay for love
for love.

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot.

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer

Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear - livin' on a prayer.

Tommy got his six string in hock.
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk -
So tough
it's tough.

Gina dreams of running away
when she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby
it's okay
someday.

We've got to hold on to what we've got . . .
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
. . .

We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
. . .
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
. . .
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer

Getting back into the Research Mode for my MA

2008-07-28T08:54:43Z

Goal: I want to start on my thesis and do a good paper, then i can move on with my life... and then prepare for my life after school.

Tasks:

1, Study Jambi and Riau in Southeast Asia Maps. What are the routes from these 2 places to Singapore?

This is supposed to be one of the main shipping routes from Indonesia to Singapore and Peninsula Malaysia, for moving the illegally logged wood. The other 3 are:

West Kalimantan to Sarawak
East Kalimantan to Sabah
West Papua to China

Let's buy a map later and take good look at them.

2, Print out the NGO articles and read them, identify names i can research later, either as contact points, or people i can trace online.

3, Do the paperwork for GRSS and IRB.

Overall thoughts:

I need to live as a hunter again. Breathe. Hunt. Stalk your prey, follow the trails of electronic spoor your quarry leaves behind, swim in the invisible sea of ether, in the wake of rippling thought-forms..

Come on, shaman. Time to get to work.

Bran

2008-07-17T08:13:28Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ed3rUaJIrfc&feature=related

Bran Fendigaid
alias Bendigeitvran
Celtic God of Regeneration

Bran Fendigaid (the Blessed) was the son of the Sea God, Llyr and, maternally, the grandson of Belenos, the Sun God. His name means Raven, and this bird was his symbol. In Celtic mythology, Bran appears as a semi-humanized giant residing at Castell Dinas Bran, the later home of the later Kings of Powys. Though Bran himself was supposed to have been an early King of the Silures tribe of Gwent. There appears to be no archaeological evidence for his worship though perhaps the castle mount was once sacred to him. Geoffrey of Monmouth transformed him into an early British King named Brennius, though his story probably relates to King Bran Hen of Bryneich.

One Irish tale tells how Bran fell asleep, one day, while listening to the beautiful song of a goddess with whom he fell deeply in love. She sang of a mystical Otherworld far away on a Westerly Island. So the following day, Bran and his three foster-brothers and twenty-seven warrior-followers set off in their ships to find this wondrous land. On their journey, Bran encountered his half-brother, Manawyddan, God of the Sea, and eventually reached the land of Women. Here the goddess greeted him and they spent a whole year together happy and fulfilled. Eventually though, some of Bran's men wished to return home, but the goddess warned them that if they were to step foot on the British Isles, they would crumble to dust for, in reality, many centuries had passed since they had left home. Bran, however, ignored her warning and returned home. On reaching the shore, however, the first man to step ashore found the goddess' warning to be true, and his fellow mariners were forced to sail the seas for evermore. Perhaps Bran found some magical way back to his own time, for he is better known from an old Welsh tale, in the Mabinogion, concerning the marriage of his sister, Branwen.

Desirous of an alliance with other Celtic nations, Bran gave his sister, Branwen, in marriage to King Matholwch of Ireland. This was not, however, a universally popular move and his brother, Efnisien was completely outraged. He maimed the Irish horses and caused so much offence that Bran felt obliged to give Matholwch his wondrous magic cauldron in recompense.

Though the Irish King was satisfied with the apology, his people did not forget so easily and after some years, despite Branwen bearing him a son named Gwern, Matholwch was persuaded to eject the lady from the court to work in the kitchens. Branwen therefore sent her pet starling (for which we should perhaps read raven) to seek help from her brother in Wales. King Bran was astonished to hear of the ill-treatment of his beloved sister. He immediately gathered his mighty army and crossed (or waded in Bran's case) the Irish Sea to rescue her. Matholwch retreated westward upon seeing the mighty Welsh forces. Bran helped his men cross several mighty rivers in order to follow him and Matholwch was eventually forced to offer to abdicate in favour of his son and Bran's nephew, Gwern. Bran only accepted on the understanding that a house was also built that was big enough to hold him. Unfortunately, at the feast to celebrate the truce, Efnisien through Gwern into the fire and hostilities quickly are resumed.

In the bloodiest of battles that ensued, the Irish were able to reincarnate their dead using the Magic Cauldron, so the fighting was harder than had ever been seen before. Eventually the battle was ended, but neither side was triumphant. Only seven Britons escaped alive. Bran was not amongst them. He had been mortally wounded in the foot by a poisoned dart, only surviving long enough to request that his head be cut off and buried on Gwynfryn (the 'White Mount' where the Tower of London now stands) in Caer-Lundein (London). Upon his death the harvests back in Britain failed and the land became barren and unworkable.

The seven survivors did as they were bid and returned to Britain. For seven years they stayed in Harlech, entertained by the head which continued to speak and knew nothing but joy and mirth. They later moved on to Gwales (Grassholm Island off Dyfed) where they lived for an incredible eighty years without perceiving the passing of time. Eventually, one of the men opened the door of the hall which faced Cornwall which everthying was brought back to them. They felt they must continue on their journey to London where their buried Bran's head, facing the Continent as a protective talisman against invasion.

xenoflare @ 2008-07-17T16:09:00

2008-07-17T08:10:39Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsyu34IxU_Y

Hot like the sun
Wet like the rain
Green like the leaves
Life is a game
Stars in my head
Shine moon shine
Everything's cool
And I feel fine

Can you touch
The root that feed us
Can you hear
The words that i say
Can you feel
The music move you
Can you feel alive today

Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribedibeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribedibeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribeda

Falledal do
Falledal dea
Falledal do
Falledal da
Falledaldea
Ya vana dea ribeda

Can you touch
The root that feed us
Can you hear
The words that i say
Can you feel
The music move you
Can you feel alive today

Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribedibeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribedibeda
Vana dea dzjo vana dea
La vana do aribeda

Falledal do
Falledal dea
Falledal do
Falledal da
Falledaldea
Ya vana dea ribeda

Can you touch
The root that feed us
Can you hear
The words that i say
Can you feel
The music move you
Can you feel alive today

Can you feel alive
Can you feel alive
Can you feel alive

Strong like the grass
Tall like a tree
Free like the wind
Eternally
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Just running wyld
Again and again and again

Can you touch
The root that feed us
Can you hear
The words that i say
Can you feel
The music move you
Can you feel alive today

Falledal do
Falledal dea
Falledal do
Falledal da
Falledaldea
Ya vana dea ribeda

Bumblebees and blossom
Only trees and me
Humble bees and blossom
Only trees and me

Can't Smile Without You

2008-07-17T07:49:03Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PrQuPvFvvo

http://community.livejournal.com/scans_daily/431583.html

http://community.livejournal.com/scans_daily/584742.html

BEWARE HE IS BRANDISHING A DUCK!

war chants

2008-07-17T06:48:13Z

"Hi!ni!ya!
Behold the man of flint, that's me!
Four lightnings zigzag from me,
strike and return."

- Navajo war chant

I am the wolf at your door, howling away the outer dark
Fangs gnashed, fur gashed, claws clashed, tail lashed

What is that? A beast?

Let the sky be turned into ash, and ash into rainbows.

I have slept too long in this skin of man, i have eaten too much of the filth of man...

Fang dance, fang dance, sky-fires!

let the lightning polish this soul and gird these limbs with thunder

My stance is not yours, and thus..

IRON HEART SURGE

Iron Heart Surge
Iron Heart
Level: Warblade 3
Prerequisite: One Iron Heart maneuver
Initiation Action: 1 standard action
Range: Personal
Target: You
Duration: See text

By drawing on your mental strength and physical fortitude, you break free of a debilitating state that might otherwise defeat you.

Your fighting spirit, dedication, and training allow you to overcome almost anything to defeat your enemies. When you use this maneuver, select one spell, effect, or other condition currently affecting you and with a duration of 1 or more rounds. That effect ends immediately. You also surge with confidence and vengeance against your enemies, gaining a +2 morale bonus on attack rolls until the end of your next turn.

LOL MOIGNOS

2008-07-09T20:05:45Z

Hahahaha!

http://mimir.net/monsters/moignoimaginary.shtml

http://mimir.net/monsters/moignorational.shtml

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTby_e4-Rhg

xenoflare @ 2008-07-09T22:21:00

2008-07-09T14:22:45Z

Your result for The World of Darkness Personality Test...

Mage

Mortal, with a twist.

You belong to one of the various groups of mages who live and work in the World of Darkness. You bend reality to your will on a daily basis, and strive to continue and improve yourself. You probably care a lot about being successful in your chosen field, and are rather optimistic about what life holds for you in the future.

However, it's likely that you don't get along with people very well. You might even disregard the suffering of those around you, preferring to focus on your own problems. That might be a good thing. Just might. If you could just get more people to band up with you, you'd probably be much more successful.

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SEPTEM SERMONES AD MORTUOS

2008-07-09T08:36:22Z

Something you may find interesting, Jasmine. Carl Jung's explorations of Gnosticism mentions Abraxas quite a few times.

From: http://www.freewebs.com/navanath/seven_sermons.html

THE SEVEN SERMONS TO THE DEAD WRITTEN BY BASILIDES IN ALEXANDRIA, THE CITY WHERE THE EAST TOUCHETH THE WEST

Transcribed by Carl Gustav Jung 1916

Sermo I.

The Dead came back from Jerusalem, where they found not what they sought. They prayed me let them in and besought my word, and thus I began my teaching. Harken: I begin with nothingness. Nothingness is the same as fullness. In infinity full is no better than empty. Nothingness is both empty and full. As well might ye say anything else of nothingness, as for instance, white is it, or black, or again, it is not, or it is. A thing that is infinite and eternal hath no qualities, since it hath all qualities. This nothingness or fullness we name the Pleroma.

Therein both thinking and being cease, since the eternal and infinite possess no qualities. In it no being is, for he then would be distinct from the Pleroma, and would possess qualities which would distinguish him as something distinct from the Pleroma. In the Pleroma there is nothing and everything. It is quite fruitless to think about the Pleroma, for this would mean self-dissolution. Creatura is not in the Pleroma, but in itself. The Pleroma is both beginning and end of the created beings. It pervadeth them, as the light of the sun everywhere pervadeth the air. Although the Pleroma prevadeth altogether, yet hath created being no share thereof, just as wholly transparent body becometh neither light nor dark through the light nor dark through the light which pervadeth it. We are, however, the Pleroma itself, for we are a part of the eternal and the infinite. But we have no share thereof, as we are from the Pleroma infinitely removed; not spiritually or temporally, but essentially, since we are distinguished from the Pleroma in our essence as creatura, which is confined within time and space.

Yet because we are parts of the Pleroma, the Pleroma is also in us. Even in the smallest point is the Pleroma endless, eternal, and entire, since small and great are qualities which are contained in it. It is that nothingness which is everywhere whole and continuous. Only figuratively, therefore, do I speak of created being as part of the Pleroma. Because, actually, the Pleroma is nowhere divided, since it is nothingness. We are also the whole Pleroma, because, figuratively, the Pleroma is the smallest point (assumed only, not existing) in us and the boundless firmament about us. But wherefore, then, do we speak of the Pleroma at all, since it is thus everything and nothing? I speak of it to make a beginning somewhere, and also to free you from the delusion that somewhere, either without or within,there standeth something fixed, or in some way established, from the beginning. Every so-called fixed and certain thing is only relative. That alone is fixed and certain which is subject to change. What is changeable, however, is creature. Therefore is it the one thing which is fixed and certain because it hath qualities: or as even a quality itself.

The question ariseth: How did creatura originate? Created beings came to pass, not creatura: since created being is the very quality of the Pleroma, as much as non-creation which is the eternal death. In all times and places is creation, in all times and places is death. The Pleroma hath all, distinctiveness and non-distinctiveness. Distinctiveness is creatura. It is distinct. Distinctiveness is its essence. and therefore it distinguisheth. Wherefore also he distinguished qualities of the Pleroma which are not. He distinguisheth them out of his own nature. Therefore he must speak of qualities of the Pleroma which are not.

What use, say ye, to speak of it? Saidst thou not thyself, there is no profit in thinking upon the Pleroma? That said I unto you, to free you from the delusion that we are able to think about the Pleroma. When we distinguish qualities of the Pleroma, we are speaking from the ground of our own distinctiveness and concerning our own distinctiveness. But we have said nothing concerning the Pleroma. Concerning our own distinctiveness, however, it is needful to speak, whereby we may distinguish ourselves enough. Our very nature is distinctiveness. If we are not true to this nature we do not distinguish ourselves enough. Therefore must we make distinctions of qualities.

What is the harm, ye ask, in not distinguishing oneself? If we do not distinguish, we get beyond our own nature, away from creatura. We fall into indistinctiveness, which is the other quality of the Pleroma. We fall into the Pleroma itself and cease to be creatures. We are given over to dissolution in nothingness. This is the death of the creature. Therefore we die in such measure as we do not distinguish. Hence the natural striving of the creature goeth towards distinctiveness, fighteth against primeval, perilous sameness. This is called the PRINCIPIUM INDIVIDUATIONIS. This principle is the essence of the creature. From this you can see why indistictiveness and non-distinction are a great danger for the creature. We must, therefore, distinguish the qualities of the Pleroma.The qualities are PAIRS OF OPPOSITES, such as -

The Effective and the ineffective.
Fullness and Emptiness.
Living and Dead.
Difference and Sameness.
Light and Darkness.
The Hot and the Cold.
Force and Matter.
Time and Space.
Good and Evil.
Beauty and Ugliness.
The One and the Many.

The pairs of opposites are qualities of the Pleroma which are not, because each balanceth each. As we are the Pleroma itself, we also have all these qualities in us. Because the very ground of our nature is distinctiveness, which meaneth -

1. These qualities are distinct and separate in us one from the other; therefore they are not balanced and void, but are effective. Thus are the victims of the pairs of opposites. The Pleroma is rent in us.

2. The qualities belong to the Pleroma, and only in the name and sign of distinctiveness can and must we possess and live them. We must distinguish ourselves from qualities. In the Pleroma they are balanced and void; in us not. Being distinguished from them delivereth us.

When we strive after the good or the beautiful, we thereby forget our own nature, which is distinctiveness, and we are delivered over to the qualities of the Pleroma, which are pairs of opposites. We labor to attain the good and the beautiful, yet at the same time we also lay hold of the evil and the ugly, since in the Pleroma these are one with the good and the beautiful. When, however, we remain true to our own nature, which is distinctiveness, we distinguish ourselves from the good and the beautiful, therefore, at the same time, from the evil and ugly. And thus we fall not into the Pleroma, namely, into nothingness and dissolution. Thou sayest, ye object, that difference and sameness are also qualities of the Pleroma. How would it be, then, if we strive after difference? Are we, in so doing, not true to our own nature? And must we none the less be given over to the sameness when we strive after difference?

Ye must not forget that the Pleroma hath no qualities. We create them through thinking. If, therefore, ye strive after difference or sameness, or any qualities whatsoever, ye pursue thought which flow to you out of the Pleroma: Thoughts, namely, concerning non-existing qualities of the Pleroma. Inasmuch as ye run after these thoughts, ye fall again into the Pleroma, and reach difference and sameness at the same time. Not your thinking, but your being, is distinctiveness. Therefore not after difference, ye think it, must ye strive; but after YOUR OWN BEING. At bottom, therefore, there is only one striving, namely, the striving after your own being. If ye had this striving ye would not need to know anything about the Pleroma and its qualities, and yet would ye come to your right goal by virtue of your own being. Since, however, thought estrangeth from being, that knowledge must I teach you wherewith ye may be able to hold your thought in leash.

Sermo II.

In the night the dead stood along the wall and cried: We would have knowledge of god. Where is god? Is god dead? God is not dead. Now, as ever, he liveth. God is creatura, for he is something definite, and therefore distinct from the Pleroma. God is quality of the Pleroma, and everything I said of creatura also is true concerning him. He is distinguished, however, from created beings through this, that he is more indefinite and indeterminable than they. He is less distinct than created beings, since the ground of his being is effective fullness. Only in so far as he is definite and distinct is he creatura, and in like measure is he the manifestation of the effective fullness of the Pleroma.

Everything which we do not distinguish falleth into the Pleroma and is made void by its opposite. If, therefore, we do not distinguish god, effective fullness is for us extinguished. Moreover god is the Pleroma itself, as likewise each smallest point in the created and uncreated is Pleroma itself. Effective void is the nature of the devil. God and devil are the first manifestations of nothingness, which we call the Pleroma. It is indifferent whether the Pleroma is or is not, since in everything it is balanced and void. Not so creatura. In so far as god and devil are creatura they do not extinguish each other, but stand one against the other as effective opposites. We need no proof of their existence. It is enough that we must always be speaking of them. Even if both were not, creatura, of its own essential distinctiveness, would forever distinguish them anew out of the Pleroma.

Everything that discrimination taketh out of the Pleroma is a pair of opposites. To god, therefore, always belongeth the devil. This inseparability is as close and, as your own life hath made you see, as indissoluble as the Pleroma itself. Thus it is that both stand very close to the Pleroma, in which all opposites are extinguished
and joined.

God and devil are distinguished by the qualities of fullness and emptiness, generation and destruction. EFFECTIVENESS is common to both. Effectiveness joineth them. Effectiveness, therefore, standeth above both; is a god above god, since in its effect it uniteth fullness and emptiness. This is a god whom ye knew not, for mankind forgot it. We name it by its name ABRAXAS. It is more indefinite still than god and devil. That god may be distinguished from it, we name god HELIOS or sun . Abraxas is effect. Nothing standeth opposed to it but the ineffective; hence its effective nature freely unfoldeth itself. The ineffective is not, therefore resisteth not. Abraxas standeth above the sun and above the devil. It is improbable probability, unreal reality. Had the Pleroma a being, Abraxas would be its manifestation. It is the effective itself, nor any particular effect, but effect in general.

It is unreal reality, because it hath no definite effect. It is also creatura, because it is distinct from the Pleroma. The sun hath a definite effect, and so hath the devil. Wherefore do they appear to us more effective than indefinite Abraxas. It is force, duration, change. The dead now raised a great tumult, for they were Christians.

Sermo III.

Like mists arising from a marsh, the dead came near and cried: Speak further unto us concerning the supreme god. Hard to know is the deity of Abraxas. Its power is the greatest, because man perceiveth it not. From the sun he draweth the summum bonum; from the devil the infinum malum: But from Abraxas LIFE, altogether indefinite, the mother of good and evil.

Smaller and weaker life seemeth to be than the summum bonum; wherefore is it also hard to conceive that Abraxas transcendeth even the sun in power, who is himself the radiant source of all the force of life. Abraxas is the sun, and at the same time the eternally sucking gorge of the void, the belittling and dismembering devil.

The power of Abraxas is twofold; but ye see it not, because for your eyes the warring opposites of this power are extinguished. What the god-sun speaketh is life. What the devil speaketh is death. But Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness, in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible.

It is splendid as the lion in the instant he striketh down his victim.
It is beautiful as a day in spring.
It is the great Pan himself and also the small one.
It is Priapos.
It is the monster of the underworld, a thousand-armed polyp, coiled knot of winged serpents, frenzy.
It is the hermaphrodite of the earliest beginning.
It is the lord of the toads and frogs, which live in the water and gets up on the land, whose chorus ascendeth at noon and at midnight.
It is abundance that seeketh union with emptiness.
It is holy begetting.
It is love and love's murder.
It is the saint and his betrayer.
It is the brightest light of day and the darkest night of madness.
To look upon it, is blindness.
To know it, is sickness.
To worship it, is death.
To fear it, is wisdom.
To resist it not, is redemption.

God dwelleth behind the sun, the devil behind the night. What god bringeth forth out of the light of the devil sucketh into the night. But Abraxas is the world, its becoming and its passing - Upon every gift that cometh from the god-sun the devil layeth his curse.

Everything that ye entreat from the god-sun begetteth a deed from the devil.
Everything that ye create with the god-sun giveth effective power to the devil. That is terrible Abraxas.

It is the mightiest creature, and in it the creature is afraid of itself.
It is the manifest opposition to the Pleroma and its nothingness.
It is the son's horror of the mother.
It is the mother's love for the son.
It is the delight of the earth and the cruelty of the heavens.
Before its countenance man becometh like stone.
Before it there is no question and no reply.
It is the life of creatura.
It is the operation of distinctiveness.
It is the love of man.
It is the speech of man.
It is the appearance and the shadow of man.
It is illusory reality.

Now the dead howled and raged, for they were unperfected.

Sermo IV.

The dead filled the place murmuring and said; Tell us of gods and devils, accursed one! The god-sun is the highest good, the devil its opposite. Thus have ye two gods. But there are many high and good things and many great evils. Among these are two god-devils; the one is the Burning One, the other the Growing One. The burning one is EROS, who hath the form of flame. Flame giveth light because it consumeth. The growing one is the TREE OF LIFE. It buddeth, as in growing it heapeth up living stuff. Eros flameth up and dieth. But the tree of life groweth with slow and constant increase through unmeasured time. Good and evil are united in the flame. Good and evil are united in the increase of the tree. In their divinity stand life and love opposed.

Innumerable as the host of the stars is the number of gods and devils. Each star is a god, and each space that a star filleth is a devil. But the empty-fullness of the whole is the Pleroma. The operation of the whole is Abraxas, to whom only the ineffective standeth opposed. Four is the number of the principal gods, as four is the number of the world's measurements. One is the beginning, the god-sun. Two is Eros; for he bindeth twain together and outspreadeth himself in brightness. Three is the Tree of Life, for it filleth space with bodily forms. Four is the devil, for he openeth all that is closed. All that is formed of bodily nature doth he dissolve; he is the destroyer in whom everything is brought to nothing.

For me, to whom knowledge hath been given of the multiplicity and diversity of the good, it is well. But woe unto you, who replace these incompatible many by a single god. For in so doing ye beget the torment which is bred from not understanding, and ye mutilate the creature whose nature and aim is distinctiveness. How can ye be true to your own nature when ye try to change the many into one? What ye do unto the gods is done likewise unto you. Ye all become equal and thus is your nature maimed.

Equalities shall prevail not for god, but only for the sake of man. For the gods are many, whilst men are few. The gods are mighty and can endure their manifoldness. For like the stars they abide in solitude, parted one from the other by immense distances. Therefore they dwell together and need communion, that they may bear their separateness. For redemption's sake I teach you the rejected truth, for the sake of which I was rejected.

The multiplicity of the gods correspondeth to the multiplicity of man. Numberless gods await the human state. Numberless gods have been men. Man shareth in nature of the gods. He cometh from the gods and goeth unto god. Thus, just as it serveth not to reflect upon the Pleroma, it availeth not to worship the multiplicity of the gods. Least of all availeth it to worship the first god, the effective abundance and the summum bonum.. By our prayer we can add to it nothing, and from it nothing take; because the effective void swalloweth all. The bright gods form the celestial world. It is manifold and infinitely spreading and increasing. The god-sun is the supreme lord of the world. The dark gods form the earth-world. They are simple and infinitely diminishing and declining. The devil is the earth-world's lowest lord, the moon-spirit, satellite of the earth, smaller, colder, and more dead than the earth. There is no difference between the might of the celestial gods and those of the earth. The celestial gods magnify, the earth-gods diminish. Measureless is the movement of both.

Sermo V.

The dead mocked and cried: Teach us, fool, of the Church and the holy Communion. The world of the gods is made manifest in spirituality and in sexuality. The celestial ones appear in spirituality, the earthly in sexuality. Spirituality conceiveth and embraceth. It is womanlike and therefore we call it MATER COELESTIS, the celestial mother. Sexuality engendereth and createth. It is manlike, and therefore we call it PHALLOS, the earthly father. The sexuality of man is more of the earth, the sexuality of woman is more of the spirit. The spirituality of man is more of heaven, it goeth to the greater. The spirituality of woman is more of the earth, it goeth to the smaller. Lying and devilish is the spirituality of the man which goeth to the smaller. Lying and devilish is the spirituality of the woman which goeth to the greater. Each must go its own place. Man and woman become devils one to the other when they divide not their spiritual ways, for the nature of the creatura is distinctiveness. The sexuality of man hath an earthward course, the sexuality of woman a spiritual. Man and woman becomes devils one to the other if they distinguish not their sexuality. Man shall know of the smaller, woman the greater. Man shall distinguish himself both from spirituality and sexuality. He shall spirituality Mother, and set her between heaven and earth. He shall call sexuality Phallos, and set him between himself and earth. For the Mother and the Phallos are super-human daemons which reveal the world of the gods. They are for us more effective than the gods, because they are closely akin to our own nature. Should ye not distinguish yourselves from sexuality and from spirituality, and not regard them as of a nature born above you and beyond, then are ye delivered over to them as qualities of the Pleroma. Spirituality and sexuality are not your qualities, not things ye possess and contain. But they possess and contain you; for they are powerful daemons, manifestations of the gods, and are, therefore, things which reach beyond you, existing in themselves. No man hath a spirituality unto himself, or a sexuality unto himself. But he standeth under the law of spirituality and of sexuality. No man, therefore, escapeth these daemons. Ye shall look upon them as daemons, and as a common task and danger, a common burden which life hath laid upon you. Thus is life for you also a common task and danger, as are the gods, and first of all terrible Abraxas. Man is weak, therefore is communion indispensable. If your communion be not under the sign of the Mother, then is it under the sign of the Phallos. No communion is suffering and sickness. Communion in everything is dismemberment and dissolution. Distinctiveness leadeth to singleness. Singleness is opposed to communion. But because of man's weakness over against the gods and daemons and their invincible law is communion needful, not for man's sake, but because of the gods. The gods force you to communion. As much as they force you, so much is the communion needed, more is evil. In communion let every man submit to the others, that communion be maintained, for ye need it. In Singleness the one man shall be superior to the others, that every man may come to himself and avoid slavery. In communion there shall be continence. In Singleness there shall be prodigality. Communion is depth. Singleness is height. Right measure in communion purifieth and preserveth. Right measure in Singleness purifieth and increaseth. Communion giveth us warmth, Singleness giveth us light.

Sermo VI.

The daemons of sexuality approacheth our soul as a serpent. It is half human and appeareth as thought-desire. The daemon of spirituality descendeth into our soul as the white bird. It is half human and appeareth as desire-thought. The Serpent is an earthly soul, half daemonic, a spirit, and akin to the spirits of the dead. Thus too, like these, she swarmeth around in the things of earth, making us either fear them or pricking us with intemperate desires. The Serpent hath a nature like unto woman. She seeketh company of the dead who are held by the spell of the earth, they who found not the way beyond that leadeth to singleness. The Serpent is a whore. She wantoneth with the devil and with evil spirits; a mischievous tyrant and tormentor, ever seducing to evilest company. The White Bird is a half-celestial soul of man. He bideth with the Mother, from time to time descending. The bird hath a nature like unto man, and is effective thought. He is chaste and solitary, a messenger of the Mother. He flieth high above earth. He commandeth singleness. He bringeth knowledge from the distant ones who went before and are perfected. He beareth our word above to the Mother. She intercedeth, she warneth, but against the gods she hath no power. She is a vessel of the sun . The serpent goeth below and with her cunning she lameth the phallic daemon, or else goadeth him on. She yieldeth up the too crafty thoughts of the earthy one, those thoughts which creep through every hole and cleave to all things with desirousness. The Serpent, doubtless, willeth it not, yet she must be of use to us. She fleeth our grasp, thus showing us the way, which with our human wits we could not find.

With disdainful glance the dead spake: Cease this talk of gods and daemons and souls. At this hath long been known to us.

Sermo VII.

Yet when night was come the dead again approached with lamentable mien and said: There is yet one matter we forgot to mention. Teach us about man. Man is a gateway, through which from the outer world of gods, daemons, and souls ye pass into the inner world; out of the greater into the smaller world. Small and transitory is man. Already is he behind you, and once again ye find yourselves in endless space, in the smaller of innermost infinity. At immeasurable distance standeth one single Star in the zenith. This is the one god of this one man. This is his world, his Pleroma, his divinity. In this world is man Abraxas, the creator and destroyer of his one world. This Star is the god and the goal of man. This is his one guiding god. In him goeth man to his rest. Toward him goeth the long journey of the soul after death. In him shineth forth as light all that man bringeth back from the greater world. To this one god man shall pray. Prayer increaseth the light of the Star. It casteth a bridge over death. It prepareth life for the smaller world and assuageth the hopeless desires of the greater. When the greater world waxeth cold, burneth the Star. Between man and his one god there standeth nothing, so long as man can turn away his eyes from the flaming spectacle of Abraxas. Man here, god there. Weakness and nothingness here, there eternally creative power. Here nothing but darkness and chilling moisture. There Wholly Sun.

Whereupon the dead were silent and ascended like the smoke above the herdsman's fire, who through the night kept watch over his flock.

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