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Conference hydra::dejavu

Title:	Psychic Phenomena
Notice:	Please read note 1.0-1.* before writing
Moderator:	JARETH::PAINTER

Created:	Wed Jan 22 1986
Last Modified:	Tue May 27 1997
Last Successful Update:	Fri Jun 06 1997
Number of topics:	2143
Total number of notes:	41773

231.0. "AND MAY ALL YOUR VIBES BE POSITIVE!!" by CSC32::WOLBACH () Thu Oct 30 1986 18:44

    

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                               HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!

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231.1 INK::KALLIS Support Hallowe'en Thu Oct 30 1986 19:10 43

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231.1		INK::KALLIS	Support Hallowe'en	`Thu Oct 30 1986 19:10`	43
	For all my various DEJAVU friends .. Hallowe'en is always my Personal Holiday, and as such, I extend to each and every one of you the best of the season (I of course will Not Be Here that day). I wrote a little free-verse thing last year I thought I'd include here: HALLOWE'EN The night ofthe year when shadows speak and leaf-rustle takes on a special meaning. The grinning faces glowing orange-red from inter- nal flames bob merrily, their grins masking a deeper purpose. Shapes glide noiselessly in the dark postdusk sky, where the moon may ride like a silvery eye, somehow keenly aware of what may lurk in dark corners. At some spots, though, figures dance naked around a blazing fire, turning widdershins and chanting strange words in obscure but stirring rhythyms. Things bend to hear, and what listens lurks just beyond the threshold of what seems right and proper. Yet who's to say, on this night, what is proper, and where right ends? The dark, the hills, stones gleaming in the orange of distant fires and the silver of the more distant moon. Does something stir within a circle? Or is something outside trying to get within one? The costumed children will be safely abed when the serious work begins. And the lanterns will be ex- tinguished, the darkness making their grins disappear. The night continues, however, until the break of dawn. Best wishes -- Steve Kallis, Jr. [(c) 1985]

    For all my various DEJAVU friends ..
    
    Hallowe'en is always my Personal Holiday, and as such, I extend
    to each and every one of you the best of the season (I of course
    will Not Be Here that day).
    
    
    I wrote a little free-verse thing last year I thought I'd include
    here:
                                 HALLOWE'EN 
    
              The night ofthe year when shadows speak and           
              leaf-rustle takes on a special meaning.  The   
              grinning faces glowing orange-red from inter-
              nal flames bob merrily, their grins masking a
              deeper purpose.  Shapes glide noiselessly in
              the dark postdusk sky, where the moon may ride
              like a silvery eye, somehow keenly aware of what
              may lurk in dark corners.
    
               At some spots, though, figures dance naked around
               a blazing fire, turning widdershins and chanting
               strange words in obscure but stirring rhythyms.
               Things bend to hear, and what listens lurks just
               beyond the threshold of what seems right and
               proper.  Yet who's to say, on this night, what is 
               proper, and where right ends?  The dark, the hills,
               stones gleaming in the orange of distant fires and 
               the silver of the more distant moon.
    
               Does something stir within a circle?  Or is something
               outside trying to get within one?
    
               The costumed children will be safely abed when the
               serious work begins.  And the lanterns will be ex-
               tinguished, the darkness making their grins disappear.
               The night continues, however, until the break of dawn.
                                 
    Best wishes --
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.  [(c) 1985]