Saturday, June 17, 2006

Hell and the bush

Hell and the bush

Thanks for the article from Hell, Michigan, regarding the 060606 celebration!.:) Damn' interesting. Fyi, the name "hell" is not found in the Bible. In the older Hebrew texts, the name of the dreary and dusty afterlife condition, bored "with the forefathers," was sheol. And the Christians borrowed their name for the afterlife, in the Christian Scriptures, from the preChristian traditions of the Greeks, and referred to "Hades" and even to "Tartarus." The word "Hell" came from a Norse goddess of the underworld named "Helle.":)

Thanks to the bush, our country is rapidly heading there, anyway. He and his gang of immoral cronies will, soon enough, open their eyes to discover themselves in some type of heavy hellkarma! So, pray for him, and for the gay whales everywhere!:)
Party in Hell planned for 6-6-06
Saturday, June 3, 2006; Posted: 8:40 p.m. EDT (00:40 GMT)

HELL, Michigan (AP) -- They're planning a hot time in Hell on Tuesday. The day bears the date of 6-6-06, or abbreviated as 666 -- a number that carries hellish significance.

And there's not a snowball's chance in Hell that the day will go unnoticed in the unincorporated hamlet 60 miles west of Detroit. Nobody is more fired up than John Colone, the town's self-styled mayor and owner of a souvenir shop.

"I've got `666' T-shirts and mugs. I'm only ordering 666 (of the items) so once they're gone, that's it," said Colone, also known as Odum Plenty. "Everyone who comes will get a letter of authenticity saying you've celebrated June 6, 2006, in Hell."

Most of Colone's wares will sell for $6.66, including deeds to one square inch of Hell. Live entertainment and a costume contest are planned. The Gates of Hell should be installed at a children's play area in time for the festivities.


Dear Steven,

We synergized in heartmind with the falling sky together. Sweet liquid silver joined us with the shining sky. Into silence we dipped, washed clean and baptized by the cosmos. Tears and fears ran in slow rivulets down our faces, arms, and legs, and we disappeared, for nanoseconds, into Her.

Aphrodite shone in our hearts as in the muted lightning, flashing across the sky and mind. The cool air washed and cleansed us from within, and we were new.

Re death and Dylan:

Death is a threat
Mumbled by a bacterium who cannot speak.
It is the mist disappearing in shafts of golden sunlight.
It is a whisper of yesterday's storm.
Its fierce and ferocious floodtides have all gone down the drain.
It is stunning anticlimax,
Shocking invisibility,
A dragon of smoke,
Reflection only of phototiger.
Its terrifying teeth and claws
Have faded, vanishing, into pure light.

Steven M > writes:

Thanks for yesterday. It was beautiful. And joyful. Being in the rain with you I will never forget. Love's crazy joy! There were many times throughout the day that waves of bliss flowed through as God said 'Yes!'

You asked me what Thomas meant by the line in Death Has No Dominion that goes: "when their bones are picked clean and their clean bones gone, they shall have stars at elbow and foot". The power of this line (and the poem) that propelled me into mystical realms is the understanding of
annihilation that Thomas had like no other poet of his age. He is saying here, in metaphor as body, that as we approach the absolute state of nothingness to world, we become the fountain of the very stars of creation, or body of God. It is an incredible use of paradox and contradiction. And Truth.

Anyway, I will send you soon the piece on poetry I promised as I have so much to do today right now. I just wanted to let you know I am so thankful to God that you came into my life. We have some wonderful times ahead together. I love you so much. But as Kabir says "Who is it (really) we spend our entire life loving?"

Enclosed is the entire poem from Thomas for your review. Enjoy! And hold on to yer britches. And note the famous line of his in the poem: "though lovers be lost, love shall not." Just reading the poem now I feel waves of bliss as Truth never stops for time!

I will be in touch.

Love unending,


by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

No comments: