Recollect 2

In the eerie twilight held by Myrna began the tales of the lives gone by that set the wheel of history in inevitable motion. She spoke as if lost in another life and her age became immediately visible as her tales recounted centuries past.

"Close your eyes Aideen. Close them and conjure in the darkness a night lit by blazing fires. Make before yourself images of people divine and semi-divine in frenzied motion; intoxicated by wine and lost in mirth. Now see in their midst a golden throne strung with wreaths of ivy and rose. See the velvet that lines the back and the rubies embbed eternaly on the arms. Now, seated there is the immortal, the god of wine and erotic love. He wears naught but a red silken cloth wrapped loosely round his waist. His body ripples with the vitality of the perfect divine. His eyes swim in the heady fragrances and the potency of his wine is almost visibly radiating from his lithe body. His delight in the nymphs that dart round him is almost palpable but so is his delight in the youthful men who wait upon his feet. He drinks in their beauty all equaly as he sips his wine from golden cups.

She sways before him. She sways to the rythmns he being clothed only by translucent white robes. In her fair hands she holds a garland of red roses heady with fragrance. Her waist is girdled with gold and rubies strung on golden chains bind her hair. She walks as the river meanders, swaying as her hips curve to the limits; over to him. Their eyes lock, this mortal and that immortal as she garlands him letting her fingers brush lightly his smooth, lean chest. He shudders with erotic delight and she gazes with triumph as the fruits of her rituals are to be fulfilled.

This is the mother of our lineage. This is she who gave birth to the daughters of our clan. This is the fountain of your blood. Desiring great power over the men who once dominated her, she performed the most rigorous austerities and sought the seed of an immortal that her offspring may be semi-divine; that her offspring may avenge her injustice.
None was the more pleased that the god of wine to grant this desire and that night the consummation mortal and immortal gave to her the daughter who would carry on a secret lineage embedded in the old ways.
Then married to the King of the clan then called Manus and having borne him one son already, this her second born recieved the rights of the princess of the clan and she grew to amazing stature composed of beauty unearthly.
Together, mother and daughter practiced the old ways and by the energies generated they recieved complete control of the clan but did this in mild undercurrents.

Let me tell you of Manus. His was an arrogant nature. He held his sceptre in the grip of greed coupled with an anger that none understood. He conquered all the lands to the east then proceed northwards to extend his realm. At his side ever was Nolan the first born. And both shared in bloody conquest and thirsted for dominion. The Mother of the lineage and her Daugther called Niamh had similar desires. They sought power of the earthly realms; but it was a power that would let the old ways flourish; a power that would unite the people of all directions in the Worship of the Goddess of the Night. Though not afraid of blood, their strategy was somewhat different.

While battles raged in the vallies between the north and south, they cast the enchantment spell that bound the prince of the north in thristy love for Niamh. This Mel when confronted finally on the third night of the battle by the beauty that was Niamh, fell at her feet and promised peace should they be married. She granted his wish on the condition that he should that very night follow her through passages secret and kill while they slept, her father and brother.

'Twas done. The two were married and the north and south became one united under the rule of Mel and Niamh whose half immortal lustre maintained the control of her husband and allowed peace through out the realm. The worship of the goddess of the NIght continued but still secretly for the powers generated were thought to be still too potent for the masses. Till rituals were created for the common man, the ones practised by Niamh and her circle of attendents would remain secret.

As each generation progressed, a subsquent half of the immortal was lost. Each daughter became less able to channel the enregies of the rituals and the tricks of retaining the rite of power to the daughter and not the son became more and more challenging.
I was born with but a tiny portion of the immortal such that I cannot even travel alone to the oracle...Aingeal here must help me..........

to be continued - have class now - that sooo sucks!

He is Named!!

So we'll call him Ty simply because its way sexier than his whole name...*swoon* So finally I have a name to attach to this damned to hell sexy guy from work (who btw plays hockey as well) - not that it changes much - am still veritably invisible *wilt*

O well, so assignments plie up and suddenly the cliche about that straw that broke some poor camel's back rings true. But tis not more than three weeks before my wintery vacation and that i look foward to.

Walking through Montreal with snow in my hair and transient footprints on the ground...music as it were echoing round me and I lost in a world other...

A must visit :

Tales From the City

Converstaions 2

Regarding a social psychology experiment I had to design,

A: So wouldn't it be interesting to do something in the way of sexuality studies...you know like experiments dealing with homosexuality..bi..etc etc

C: *clears throat* field research dear boy, field research!

Converstaions...

We will call myself 'me' and the other person un-named, 'patient' :

patient : MY lord! I would do anything, anything just to be with him you know?

me: I'm sorry, *confused look* but you have so many of them, umm which one in particular are you refering to?
I do mean that in a good way.

Dear God...and im the psychologist to be?

Recollect

"Aingeal!!" Her screams echoed round her. Repeatedly she called out to him. Terror was in her eyes and like a frantic animal she darted round the limits of her pool - trapped by nature's laws,"Aingeal!!"
Then finally she felt the winds grow round her...finally she heard the thunder of his wings and finally he appeared before the tense image of Lile.
"What is wrong? I was at the Halls when i heard your call....I came as fast as the wind could carry me."
"I had a vision. He is awake once more. Cathal is awake!" Her voice became more urgent and she left no time for him o reply,"You must protect Aideen. She has the vision and as such is as the deer in the lion's path. Do not let her be sacrificed to this evil...not like your sister was."
Saying naught he spread his wings and took to the skies, his very body trembleing with immediacy. And all the Lile could do was send pleas to the other immortals, pleas from her heart that the good would be safe, safe from the evil that was Cathal.

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"What is this that you say?" Aideen stood perplexed and Myrna struggled to maintain composure.
"I visited the Oracle. That was her message. It is my will that you continue our lineage not Helena for any offspring of hers will be filled full of the essence of the harlot - such is nature's will. But you Aideen, you hold within your bossom the perfection of centuries. You are the culimination of countless rites of passages..secret rites from mother to daughter not the way of the man...Aideen, you have descended from the most powerful clan of all time and it is you that must continue the line."

"I understan not a word you speak. What rite of passage? And to continue the line...we need a man...forgive my naivete but that is what it seems. And my beloved Aidan is probably out there rolling in the leaves with my precious sister! So in your wisdom, kindly make clear all this nonsense!"
"Have you lost you bearing?" Myrna was interrupted by the sudden blanket of darkness that fell over the landscape. They both look out the window and saw naught but a thick layer of black mist as it were, moving stealthily towards the halls. Through the window came this blackness and with it a stench of the cremation ground hovered. It was like heavy smoke falling over the window's ledge and into the Hall...it gathered together and shot upward violently. With the sound of thunder he appeared.
He was tall. His black hair fell thick and beautiful to his shoulders. His dark eyes were shaded by chisled eyebrows and his smooth, moist, red lips moved as he spoke. "Where is the need for a mere mortal, when an immortal will fill your womb?"
Sensing evil, Myrna began the armour chant when he threw forth his hand. A massive bolt of energy struck the woman senseless upon the cold floor. Aideen shook, but as as she looked into the depths of his eyes she saw a strange beauty. An ominous beauty of the man before her. What was it about his white skin unblemished that drew her near? She felt his power...his hypnosis...and felt weak.

He moved to her as she stood transfixed by the spell cast by his beauty and magic. Transforming once more into the mass of black mist he went round her...merging as it were with her very being. Her breathing grew shallow, almost random. Her breastes heaved...and as she sunk into a subliminal state the mighty Aingeal flew in...the gusts of wind that accompanied him dispelled the black mist and the hollow wails of Cathal were heard echoing in the hall...
Myrna stirred back to consciousness and saw a limp Aideen resting now in the powerfull arms of the Immortal Wind.

She moved over to the pair and stroked Aideen's head with motherly softness as she too returned to reality. Myrna's lips trembled and she knew that the time had come for Aideen to know of her ancestry and her position of absolute power that was being threatend. Sensing the need for security and utter privacy, Aingeal whisked them away to a sacred grove. Their Myrna rested her weariness upon the soft grasses and Aideen her head nestled in her lap. Anigeal reclined against a massive tree and his eagles kept watchfull eyes round them in the sky. Dawn was fast approaching but by the power of her spells Myrna held the sun still and the twilight continued...it had become necssary for this eerie freezing of time for it held all creatures save those under the graces of the immortals, embalmed in sleep silent.

The recollection began, the secrets shared.

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Elsewhere, their energies spent in lovemaking, Aidan and Helena lay, their sweating bodies tangled in their nudity. Her mind's eye became aware of mystical happenings in the wood and a sense of urgency descended onto her; but Aidan was not satiated. He rose once more and held her firmly in his hard embrace. His piercing eyes penetrated hers; then locked were they in the fulfillment of lust.

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In the depth of the mountains above the rumbled a laughter and Cathal slithered in his rocky abode....

Just for laughs :

In a stand up comedey show, an oddly useful idea was proffered :

"While your lover is asleep, place nicotine patches on his body. Repeat every other night. This way, if he ever leaves you, he'll feel a craving , think its love and come running back"

I can almost see the light bulbs being switched on above your heads! :p

Mounting passions

The evening's festivities died down like ebbing waves on the cold sea shore. Inflamed drums and hot string turned to the sensuous strumming of the lyre and the remaining few reclined on cushions in random corners entwined in each other's arms. The elders had left for bed with the youth remaining to celebrate this the first night of the worship of the Goddess, to celebrate her fertility and all that was good.

Aideen sat comfortably on a window sill facing the west, her back supported by the strong frame, her feet drawn up before her such that she wrapped her hands around, curling up in the night time winds. Her makeup remained alive on her face, her jewelry hung heavily on her slender frame and she was lost in thought...so lost that she missed not her betrothed nor her cunning sister.

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Myrna lit a candle in a room locked away from the rest of the Halls. Beside a few rugs that lay rolled up in one corner, the room was bare. One huge window opened to the east and steady currents of wind came in - but candle stayed alive by some sheer energy imbued by mystical charms.
She began muttering some sacred formulea. Her breathing slowed to calculated inhalations and her chanting became more pronounced. She swayed slightly then suddenly she shouted forth, "Aingeal! I summon thee! Lord of the Wind come to my aid!"

The trees round the Halls trembled violently, open shutters rattled against the walls and the clouds were wiped away from the sky. In the eerie glow that remained on this New Moon's night the breathing, corporeal form of Aingeal took shape on the broad window sill of her room. His massive wings folded in on his back as he stepped gracefully inside. His creamy skin radiated divinity and seemed almost luminous, rivalling the very candle that remained lighting.
He stood stately before the old woman and spoke, "Greetings, Myrna, blessed by the gods." As he spoke, his very words came as soothing currents of wind and filled the room with the fragrace of jasmine.
"Welcome O gracious one. Accept my humblest respects and kindly fulfill my wish this night." She spoke with the humility of a mortal standing before a superior of the world.
"Speak and wish shall be granted. It would be an honour to serve one who has pleased the Divine creatures as you have."
"Take me to the Oracle of the Goddess. I have no other means of reaching that place most secret. It is most urgent that I hear of the future for my lineage. These are very bewildering hours for me and my clan as politics and forces beyond me control toy with our lives."
"As you wish."

Powerful gusts of wind filled the room. The became thick almost palpable as they grew stronger and stronger then all at once they untied beneath her and lifted her into the air. With a speed surpassed not even by the wings of the falcon she was swept off the visit the Oracle of the Goddess...

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Elsewhere, in a small glade there roared a fire. Its tongues lept into the skies taking newly made offerings to the most feared of Goddesses. And Helena chanted the mystic formula wildly intoxicated with the blood of a freshly slaughterd deer.

Aidan's eyes peered through the jungle surrounding the glade. He smelt the burning flesh of the sacrificed deer and made his way stealthily to the clearing. He saw her. She was completly nude, her hair hung untied about her. Magical desigins were smeared on her sleek body; they were red, blood red. As concluding rites, she stood up and emptied a pitcher of water down her body, washing away the deer's blood. The water fell in cascades and shone in the light of the untamed fire.
Her body appeared reddish orange in the light and heat and aroused the deepest most unsatiated desires in Aidan. He moved toward her.

She looked at him as if expecting his presence and grinned almost condescendingly. He spoke through hisses,"If you think that it was by the power of your petty rituals and charms that I have come, then you are certainly foolish. I too practice the Old ways. My armoured charm is far more powerful that your little mystic darts." He held her head and grasped her hair behind, pulling her head backward. Moving his face closer to hers such that his lips were a blade's distance from her neck, he said,"If I have come tonight, it is because I want you. I want your body. I want to share in the lust that we both feel." His breath felt hot on her neck.
Her breathing got deeper with anticipation. Her heavy breasts heaved as he let his lips caress the taut skin on her neck. She shivered as his kisses grew impatient and nearer and nearer to her very chastity.

O night of blemish! O night of dark and Ancient ritual! O night that sees the passionate, the heaving bodies consumed with lust and engaged in release. Look! Look as she lays him on the ground. Look as he lies there supine...energised only by her sexual presence; by her activity. She rises and falls like the waters of a wild fountain and he does naught but lies awash with fulfillment. The woman controls...he is the deer being sacrificed to his orgasm and she is the Goddess recieving the most precious gift in her womb...

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Myrna returned from the Oracle in fit of agitation. She searched frantically for Aideen and Aidan. Polar opposites were clashing...the virgin Goddess must concieve before the end of the worship...the lineage must be preserved...She finds Aideen sitting engrossed in herself on the cold wnidow sill and she speaks with doom in her voice,"The child concieved tonight will rule hereafter..."

Silence

Ritualed evening

From their flowery loft Lile and Aideen gazed as the visitor sighed his greetings to Aingeal. It seemed that the very sound of his voice was the ocean's as the rumbling ecstacy of crashing waves were heard from his sighs. "He is Roan. His is the element of water and as such my superior. I must stay here no longer for fear of breaking the code of privacy..and so you too must leave," Lile spoke in hused accents,"When you open your eyes, by my powers divine you will find yourself warmly laid in your bed...may the lily that will be in your hand tell you that all that happpened was very much real."
So saying, she blew gently across Aideen's face and the latter dissappeared; Lile herself returning to her watery bower in utter silence.

The controlled and almost stern voice of Myrna flitered through her ears,"So wev'e been toying with nature's powers have we?" As Aideen, now alert in her bed floundered for words Myrna simply chuckled saying as she turned to leave the room,"Put the flower in some water lest it wilts. And gather yourself together, this evening we adorn the Goddess."

She breathed deeply. Looking out her window she tried to steady her composure as the das events came rushing back to her mind's eye in vivid detail replete with turbulent emotions and suddenly she cried.

She felt a tightness in her bossom, like the strings of lyre drawn taut. She felt her breathing slow to an almost forced inhaling and exhaling and a rush of pain came to her head as norms, requirements, hopes, dreams all became personified in her mind...all screaming, all swirling round her. She saw what would be her future family, what would be a husband, what would be his arms holding her tight...then felt the restriction, the pressure...the gentle release in the lips of Lile, the wild eroticism of her body against the contours of hers. She swung as it were from feeling the bliss of union with Lile to the sheer pain as if tearing herself away from herself, the pain of breaking the norm.

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The preliminary sacrifices had been performed near the tree and it was cut down ceremoniously. Thereafter, the artists began their work in carving from the thick stately trunk the image of the Goddess. She would be tall, slender, youthful possessing all the qualities of the ideal woman. Indeed, she would be woman's epitome carved by the hands of man. Her hands would grant boons and dispel fear and her smile would warm the heart.
By late evening, the carving was complete. The image was simple - quite unlike the ones that stood in their temples on the mainland. No excessive jewlery or superfluous clothing was carved into this image. Instead, she was the virgin- pure, untouched by man...pristine.

She was brought to the great inner sanctum. It was a large hall with a large hearth in the eastern wall. In there burnt a passionate fire, alive with the vitality of the new Goddess. Huge windows opened to the west with broad sills such that one could comfortably recline on them. The northern end of the hall was sanctifed with water and a platform was raised. There was she put to stand, ready for her bath and adornments. The women of the clan came in and surrounded her. They hung veils round the platform such that the eyes of men may not intrude. Then with the love of sisters and mothers they bathed and adorned the image with silks and various metal jewelry.
At the end of this ritual, began another. It was believed that the Goddess was present in all women, but more strongly in the Virgin girl. As such, at the time of these festivals, it was the tradition to adorn a virgin girl together with the Goddess. Aideen was chosen this year and for special reason...After the festival of nine nights, she was to be wed - her hand given to Aidan the heir of the northern clans - the union of the north and south for political rest and peace.

So she too was bathed and ritually adorned. Her eyes shone behind the dark eye-lining and her countenece glowed, but her mind was wrought with the inherent guilt of one who breaks convention - without the strength to follow through.
She was lifted on a throne for all to see her beauty. She was praised for her chastity and every male drunk in her youthful body through their eyes, sending surges through their bodies. All looked from her to Aidan as the luck man to possess such a treasure. Helena look as well. She looked at Aidan from the shadows. She looked as the fires threw orange and red shades on the sharp contours of his face. And she saw the lust on his being. He turned, caught her eyes and held them still.
They stared. Exchanged vision and lust became almost palpable.

The drums started up...the heated strings joined in and music echoed in the hal as Aideen was taken around the room in a ceremonial procession, high up on her throne, supported by four strong men...a procession that displayed her - the Goddess to be given from Virginity to wedded joy.

The sun set in the west and in her eyes played images of lilies and swans. And in the heart of the mystic pool, locked in the most amorous of exchanges were Aingeal and Roan....the winds were at ease and waves thundered in bliss...

Good Grief!

Quote of the week:

"Cop-killer claims that there was no malicious intent when he sang Bob Marley's 'I shot the sheriff' with the victim's relatives standing nearby"

This morning I woke up to even louder sounds of the devil wailing...its been 20 long years without his beloved Anand! :p

Happy Birthday crazy!

Your very existence has made my own existence all the more enjoyable. You've been and continue to be a source of inspiration for the sarcastic humour and your independent flair with your unbeatable perseverence - or hard headedness whichever you please :p

Thanks for being!

Another from the Archives :

RTP : That memories bring smiles - and can be unbelievably useful at times.

Recall : The Oracle on 95.1 fm.

Given : "If you can't be kind, be vague"

Incredibly effective when dealing with random plebes with whom we must absolutly share our breathing space in order to climb the social and *ahem* economic ladders. ;)

Coupling Immortal and Mortal.

There was magic in her breath. A soft and sensuous scent hovered around her as her milky white skin radiated pure sublimity. Lile made herway over the ripples on the pool toward Aideen and extended her hand, giving the scarf to the latter. Aideen nervously accepted it and in so doing touched the other's hand - briefly - but the surge that burnt through her body was undeniable. There was a connection to be made...there were experiences to be experienced.

"I am Lile, mistress of this pool and all enchanted beings here," Her words were as the ringing of bells, melodic, soothing. Aideen floundered for words but Lile continued,"I have given you the sight. The last time you bathed here...my eyes caught you and I sought desperatly to have you trapped beneath my eyelids for an eternity so captivated was I by your amazing beauty. Right there. Right then, I decided to give you this gift...privilged only to very special and few mortals."

"So it was you...your fingers, your lips.."
"Yes! I have loved you. And my heart aches to do so again. Let us share in the passions that only we understand. Let me shatter the bonds of convention that keep your chastity so unbearable. Let us share but one kiss." Her words trailed off into a bearly audible whisper that echoed around them. The water continued trickling and silence stretched taut about them.
Without thinking...giving all control over to her heart, Aideen stepped foward and got a feather's distance from Lile's lips. She felt her breath upon the pink of her own lips and looked deeply into the other's eyes. They shared their breathing for what felt like an eternity before Lile lunged foward and left the most passionate...most pleasurably invasive kiss ever concieved upon the very soul of Aideen. Eyes closed, thoughts completely relaxed Aideen felt her being melt into white bliss and felt herself rise above the waters as well...now level to Lile and embowered in a warm caress.

The world around her seemed to grow...to get larger exponentially and she suddenly felt her surroundings vanish in a dizzy haze of mixed colour. Then she felt a delicate softness beneath her feet. Looking down she percived a yellow mass of soft pollen. Confused, she looked around and saw pink, waxy, flexible 'walls' as it were...lily petals! Lile smiled gently as realization dawned upon Aideen. They had magically shrunk in size and were now safely embowered in the heart of a pink lily...and there upon the softness of its base did they couple. In the midst of the heady fragrance they leant their own fragrances of passion and there they dissolved all worldly limitations and bounds in surges of white ecstacy.

After the breathless consumation, they lay entwined in each other's arms eyes locked in an eternal exchange of vision and what felt like love sublime. And Lile spoke...

"We are immortals. We take care of the natural environment and its forces and nurture the semi-celestial beings that abound...all invisible to the greed and wrath of power-seeking men. Now that you have the sight, ou will be able to see us all...normally, we only reveal ourselves temporarily...but my love has desired your permanance. I seek also to have the council of the elements to confer immortality upon you - but that may take some time. You have brought to me such indescribable ecstasy that my very words cannot express the severity of the warningthat I now give to you. Do not let any man take from you, your chastity for once that is done, you lose your vision to him. 'Till you become immortal you are vulnerable to any man - and should you lose your vision, your very essence will be lost and I fear that a wraith you will become....I shudder to pronouce these words, but it is a harsh truth that I must speak. But fear not for the wind will protect you..." And she smiled.

"The wind?"

"Yes. The one that you met on the beach...the one with the wings of a swan. He presides of the element of wind and is the only one among the elements with free movement. All other beings are fixed. We abide by laws of nature and aas such cannot leave our appointed places unless we must meet in the stone circle - the common area of all celestials. It is a most mystical place and I long for the day that I could take you there."
Aideen felt soothed by her words and felt like naught mattered but being in her constant embrace. It was the first time that she had felt true to herself...the first time that her defences, her pretences were let down entirely...the first and foremost freedom.

Then they heard the sound of wnigs in the air and felt their flowery bed shake in the upheavals created by the waves. They stood up and peered through the petals surounding them and saw Aingeal alight onto the large rock in the heart of the pool. His eyes were imaptient, his lithe body rippled with anticipation and they noticed a current in the normally placid waters.
Then suddenly emerged another. His brown curls fell to his upper back in long wet locks and beads of water clung to his soft features. He sighed and the sound of the Ocean echoed......

On falling in love with Types.

So my esteemed professor of social psych is convinced that we fall in love with 'types' - we are attraced to a ceartain type of person and depending on certain other peripheral factors such as physical proximity to one such person and frequency of significant communication - we could just about fall in love anywhere anytime.

So of course, my initial reaction was "O God this man never actually fell in love - and experienced the bliss - the will to die for that other....blah blah blah" Until...

Im in work and there is this guy that is so like the idiot (RA) you would not believe - not that they physically resemble each other - but that he is of course drop dead gorgeous...and that there is the playfullness... the immaturity that hides the higly developed mind within. The laugh that just resounds pure unadulterated happiness. The ability to be so enveloped in his little world that nothing on the outside matters- that to get in is such a task for the delicate.

gaah

So has the good ole prof been proven right? Do sleepless nights...utter lack of concentration and my melting being hint 'yes' ?? O Lord!

Here we go again...