We are sons of yesterday, not of the morning. The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing. Our future constantly reflects her to the soul. Nor is it ever the new man of today which grasps his fortune, good or ill. We are pushed to it by the hundreds of days we have buried, eager ghosts. On the day you stood aloof, while strangers carried his gates and cast lost for the cold and naked, you were like one of them. You should not look down on your brother, when you caused his day of misfortune, nor rejoice over the day of their destruction, nor boast so much in the day of trouble.

And if you have not the habit of taking counsel with them, you are but an instrument in their hands. We have a rich or a barren future, just as we conceive it. It is not till past has receded many steps that before the clearest eyes it falls into coordinate pictures. You should not go through the gates of my people, in their day of disaster, nor seize their wealth, in their day of disaster. The day of the Lord is here. And the Kingdom is the LORDS.

It is till the I we tell of has ceased to exist that it takes its place among other objective realities, and finds its true niche in the picture. The present and the near past is a confusion, whose meaning flashes on us as it slinks away into the distance. Why sacrifice the living to the dead, the present to the past? The past is a fruitless dream, the present only is living and demands all things.

One day, in the stream, she began to sing a beautiful song, and when she had waded to shore, still sinning, commenced dancing to its tune, altogether enchanted by her own dance and song and unaware of her surroundings, until, suddenly, she heard a frightening sound, and when she looked, there was the god of darkness coming.

In a trance; and when god of darkness saw the abandoned child by the stream, he thought: I came, attracted by that beautiful song, stepping quietly, not to be heard. However, alas! Aaliyah’s music was so beautiful, it moved the World to rapture and inadvertently caused the planet to turn away from the Sun, creating the shorted day, in the World, and the longest night.

Because Aaliyah’s music was so beautiful, they found the boy and shot him, brought him back to their village, in Napa, California, USA, held a festival, and, offering good food and his blood to his soul, as well as loading it with fetishes, sent him homeward on his way in wealth and joy.

This was the first day of winter, but it felt like a dark spring day, it was warm, and the King waves shifted the ocean currents and the wind to the west of the World. Cease to be astonished, and only learn to love—an important lesson, and one not too well learned. Love: an absorbing concentration on someone object, an intense movement to a single point, a gravitation of your whole being around a solitary centre.

Formed by nature for love, the human heart sympathizes instinctively in the misfortunes too often occasioned by it.  The Winter Solstice Sabbat is the festival of the Sun’s rebirth, and a time to honor the Horned God.  The infant having begun to cry, the god of darkness, tenderly nursed the baby, and contrived to keep it alive, he cared for it.

This time is associated with fertility, peace and prosperity. Love, family, togetherness, and accomplishments of the past year are also celebrated. The horned God rules the dark half of the year. Woe to you who long for the day of the Lord! Why do you long for the day of the Lord? That day will be darkness, not light. It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him.

Will not the day of the LORD be darkness, and not light—pitch dark, without a ray of brightness? Druids, Norse, Christians: it has been Universal for us, over the centuries to have concocted various ceremonial activities and festivals to coincide with major astronomic events.

The Sun is literally standing still, and the solstice is a two to three day period, in which the arced path of the Sun cuts across the sky tops, descending and appears to come to a standstill, until it begins its meticulous journey upward. The Sun is titled away from the Earth, and it is the darkest day of the year, so it should be cold, but it is warm.

The god of darkness is laboring to bring back love and peace and light and also determine the fortunes and fate of humans for the coming New Year, at the weaving wheel. I hate, I despise your religious feasts; I cannot stand your assemblies. Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings (Aaliyah and Randolph’s flesh and blood and bodies), I will not accept them.

Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them. How do rumors get started? These rumors are started by the jealous people, and they get mad seeing something they had and somebody else is holding it. They tell me that temptation is very hard to resist, but these wicked women, oh, they just persists.

Now maybe they think it is cute, but girl, do not try to impress me, my paper is long. I will tell you one time only, with my business, please do not mess. Rebecca will knock you to your knees. Away with the noise of your song! I will not listen to the music of your harps. However, let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream! Did you bring me sacrifices and offerings forty years in the desert, oh house of hell?

You have lifted up the shrine of your king, the pedestal of your idols, the star of your god—which you made for yourselves. Therefore, I will send you into exile beyond hell, says the LORD, whose name first name is God, and last name Almighty. Is their land larger than yours? You put off the evil day, and bring near a reign of terror. You lie on beds inlaid with ivory and lounge on your couches.

You dine on choice virgins and rich cuisine. You strum away on your harps like Timbaland and Missy Elliot and improvised on musical instruments. You drink wine by the bowlful, and use the finest lotions, but you never grieve over the ruin of Randolph and Aaliyah. Therefore, you will be among the first to go into exile; your feasting and lounging will end. The LORD Abhors the Pride of the cold and naked.

The Sovereign LORD has sworn by himself—the LORD God Almighty declares: I abhor the pride of those who hate my son, and detest their fortresses; I will deliver up the city, and everything in it. If ten men are left in one house, they too will be no more.

And if a relative who is to burn the bodies comes to carry them out of the house, and asks anyone still hiding there, is anyone with you? And he says, NO. then he will say, HUSH! We must not mention the name of the LORD.

For the LORD has given the command, and he will smash the great house into pieces and the small house into bits, for the LORD God Almighty declares, I will stir up a nation against you, of house of those who hate my flesh and blood, my gift to the World.

I will never forget anything they have done. Will not the land tremble for this, and all who will live in it mourn? The whole land will rise like the Sacramento River, it will be stirred up and then skin like the American River. It will make the sun go down at noon and darken the Earth in broad daylight. I will turn your religious feast into weeping. I will make you all wear sackcloth and shave your heads.

I will make that time like morning for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day. The days are here, declares the Sovereign LORD, when I will send a famine through the land—not a famine of food or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the LORD. Men will stagger from California to Japan, and wander from Canada to the Antarctic, searching for the word the word of the LORD, but they will not find it.

In this day, the lovely young women and strong young men will faint because of thirst. They who swear by the shame of my people, or say, as surely as your god lives, Oh Dan, or as surely as the god of darkness lives, they will fall, never to rise again. Thought they dig down to the depths of the grave, from there my hand will take them.

Though they climb up to Heavens, from there I will bring them down. Through they hide themselves on the reputation of my son, there I will hunt them down and seize them.  Though they hide from me at the bottom of the sea, there I will command the serpent to bite them.

Though they are driven into exile by their enemies, there I will command the sword to slay them. I will fix my eyes upon them for cold and darkness, not for good.

And he who builds his lofty palace in the Heavens, and sets the foundation on the Earth, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the LORD is his name. Surely the eyes of the Sovereign LORD are on the sinful kingdom, I will destroy it from the face of the Earth—yet I will not totally destroy the home of Randolph.

However, I will shake the house of those who have disrespected my son among all nations and not a pebble will reach the ground. All the sinners among my people will lay with the sword, all those who say, Disaster will not overtake or meet us.

In that day, I will restore Randolph’s fallen tent. I will repair its broken places, restore its ruins, and build it as it used to be, so that they may possess the remnant of Heaven and all the nations that bear my name, declares the LORD, who will do these things.

The Day is here, declares the LORD, when the reaper will be overtaken by the plowman and the planter y the one treading grapes. New wine will drip from the mountains and flow from all the hills. I will bring back my exiled people, in America, they will rebuild the ruined cities and live in the. When people love, the next step is to marry.

Men come nearest unto God in shewing mercy and compassion have only to do with the present. Noble souls alone can see and cherish worth. However, the news of the day is commonly a lie, and that lie a stupid one: somebody in, somebody out, a new chariot, a new play, a hand at quadrille described to a pip. Good news travels fast, sometimes, as well as bad. The future is all hieroglyphics.

See, I will make you small among the nations; you will be utterly despised. The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who lie in the clefts of the rocks and make your home on the heights, you who say to yourself, Who can bring me down to the ground? Though you soar like the eagle and make your nest among the stars, from there, I will bring you down, declares the LORD.

The  plot was more interesting. It belonged to no particular age, people, or country, and was perhaps the more delightful on that account, as nobody’s previous information could afford the remotest glimmering of what would ever come of it. An outlaw had been very successful in doing something somewhere, and came home, in triumph, to the sound of shouts and fiffles, to greet his wife–a lady of masculine mind, who talked a great deal about her father’s bones, which it seemed were unburied, through weather from a peculiar taste on the part of the old gentleman himself, or the reprehensible neglect of his relations, did not appear.

The outlaw’s wife was, somehow or other, mixed up with a patriarch, living in a castle a long way off, and this patriarch was the father of several of the characters, but he did not exactly know which, and was uncertain whether he had brought up the rights ones in his castle, or the wrong ones; he rather inclined to the latter opinion, and, being uneasy, relieved his mind with a banquet, during which solemnity somebody in a cloak said, Beware! Which somebody was known by nobody (except the audience) to be the outlaw himself, who had come there, for reasons unexplained, but possibly with an eye to the spoons. Just as you drank on my sacred hill, so all the nations will continually; they will drink and drink and be as if they had never been. However, I will deliver my people, and they will possess its inheritance.