Chariot's Wheels

• self
• not self
• love
• union
• annihilation

Kindle a flame
on this longest night
not to hold back
the dark and the cold
but to rejoice
in the rebirth
of the infant sun.
Today the King is born, again.
Long live the King.
Sol Invictus

So... my Pats' defense stepped up and played better than they have for most of the year (if you disregard the 1st quarter). The Pats' offense played better than they have in the last several games, scoring 42 points to Team Tebow's 23. If you're one of the "he's got a direct line to the man upstairs" people the question you have got to be asking yourself is: what happened? Where was "Tebow Time"? Where was the magic? How could God have let Tim down? Of course, you may not be asking those questions, because almost invariably the same sort of people who think things like the aforementioned, also stand by old saws like: he works in mysterious ways, and other assorted bullshit.

But enough of that. I've had my say about religion and how I feel about it permeating people's lives. What I care about is Tim Tebow and the perception of him.  I've not watched any of his other games this season.. though I may have caught a snippet here and there.  So I watched him on Sunday afternoon... I can't dissect his play, as I am no football expert.  I wasn't interested in that.  I wanted to see the off-field stuff, how he handled himself, how he acted. And I have to say I was a little disappointed. I wanted to hate him. I still could, if I ever get the impression that its all an act... and Tim's visit to the injured Andre Carter as he was carted off the field was anything less than genuine. Because it could all be an act, or it could be genuine. I may never know, and in the grand scheme of my life it doesn't matter all that much.

We're back to my original point about Tebow, though. And its part of why I question his actions: shilling for hate-mongers. Faith is a great thing.  Blind faith is a horrible thing. Our creator endowed us with intelligence, a moral sense and free will... do you think we are really supposed to abrogate those gifts in favor of interpretations of ridiculous rules and proscriptions laid out over 2000 years ago? That's what blind faith requires: that you shut away the greatest gifts you have been given, and simply accept. The creator never intended it that way, or else we WOULDN'T"T have these gifts.  We'd be the sheep that so many organized religions are so fond of calling us... because that's what they want us to be: a mindless herd that follow orders.

So.. my question, directly to you Tim Tebow (not that you are ever likely to see it), is this: are you a genuine Christian, or are you simply a highly sought after sheep who will allow himself to be prostituted by these pretenders and hate mongers who couldn't really understand the true message that Christ preached if it was tattooed to their foreheads and they had to read it every day?

Tim Tebow, the name on everyone's lips. Want to know what I think? He's either monumentally stupid or a bigot. He's a mediocre QB. I could care less about the proselytizing... I have no problem with religion in all facets of one's life and I am all for thanking the Gods for the big and little things in your life (of course, the religion he's chosen or had foisted on him is NOT high on my list of the good guys), but the man willingly appeared in a Super Bowl TV spot shilling for Focus on the Family a far-right "Christian" group that is anti-gay, anti-choice, anti-adoption by gay people, the list goes on...I could write about them all day. So I say again: Tim Tebow is either monumentally stupid to be seen as representing these hate-mongers in the name of Christ, or he's a bigot, plain and simple.
Rebuttal?

I have had a
recurring dream:
you are asleep
safe in my arms,
simply brothers
and nothing else.
To hell with the
swordsman's advice;
to the wall for you
is where I'd go
and I want you
to know.

Descend Summer King, Lord of Day
Midsummer is past
And the veil beckons.
Ascend Winter King, Lord of Night
Midwinter draws nigh
Take up thy spear.


Farewell to the Sun
The King is dead
Welcome to the Night
Long live the King

Descend Summer King, Lord of Day
Go before me
And open the Way.
Ascend Winter King, Lord of Night
Watch over me,
Take up the Mantle.

Farewell to the Sun
The King is dead
Welcome to the night
Long live the King

I don't know that I can
wait 'til tomorrow
to taste those lips again.
Its but a few more
hours to wait --
it seems the minutes
will never end,
before I can get your
body next to mine;
'til your hips are
under mine.
Look up at me with
those storm cloud eyes,
smile at me and ask me
to kiss those lips,
ask for more and
it will be yours.

(with thanks to reywD for letting me steal his album title repeatedly)

Hail to Thee, All-Father
Guardian at the Gate.
I come before Thee
armed with oak and steel.
I come bearing sweet perfumes,
Bread and wine for sacrifice.
Wisdom is yours, Sky-Father,
Strength is yours, Thunderer,
Splendor is yours, Bolt-Thrower.
We have called Thee by many names:
Odin, Indra, Zeus;
You are the All-Father:
Hunter, Protector, Lord.
I invoke Thee, All-Father,
That I might share in Thy Wisdom;
I invoke Thee, All-Father,
That I might partake of Thy Strength;
I invoke Thee, All-Father,
That I might witness Thy Splendor.
Thee, Thee, I invoke, All-Father;
I am Become Thee.

I will come for you
no matter where
no matter when
no matter how far.
Though I have to rend
the very fabric of space
and time --
I will come for you.
No God
No Angel
No Devil
will dare bar my way
when I come for you.

Today I can not recall your hips,
though I am sure my lips know them --
I want every inch of you imprinted
on my memory.

Be naked
in my arms
in my mind
in my heart.

Today I can see your eyes clearly
and recall the way you looked at me
when last we parted and I know
you heard me.

Be naked
in my arms
in my mind
in my heart.

Today, and everyday, I will remember
when and where I got my first kiss --
and the smile that came before it
when you saw me standing there.

Be naked
in my arms
in my mind
in my heart.