Planets Align

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I'm closing this journal. I've transferred most of my posts over to runechronicles. Please make sure to friend that new journal as that is where future Iovis stuff will be posted. Make sure you also leave me a comment there to Friend you and place you in the appropriate filter.

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Pardon me as I attempt to get into Jack's headspace with various quotable quotes over the years.

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"To enact one's Will on the Tapestry should not be done with the ham-fisted grace of a three-year old who's just learned how to use scissors. Just as it's intelligence and sentience that sets humankind apart from the animals, it's Will and command of the Supernal that sets Magi apart from Sleepers. That Will can be used for both good and for evil, and it's up to Magi to use that power responsibly for the good of all mankind, Magi and Sleepers alike."

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"Intelligent creatures have an obligation to the Supernal stuff inside them to resolve their differences through the use of ideas, and not through the bludgeoning of egos."

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"Can you not hear it? As I reach up and brush my fingertips against the great crystal spheres that encompass the Earth and display the Heavens to us, I set in motion those spheres and create pleasant harmonies. Those pleasing harmonies resonate, but Sleepers cannot hear them because they have grown accustomed to hearing these melodies since conception. Only Magi have the ability to hear the scintillating tones of the universe, and to craft those tones into a grand symphony of peace, prosperity, and the union of the soul with the Supernal."

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"But why's the wine gone?"

(sung in the meter of the 'Geo' commercials)

Everybody friend plutovian and help him get started. Fnord.

The fancy had struck me, and the planets were right, for a seminar in the New York City area.

I've always hated New York; it's loud, dirty, obnoxious, and a harsh reminder of how far humankind has fallen from the Supernal. Surrounded by clay on all sides, they go about their business, surrounded by the Five Watchtowers no matter which way they turn, yet they cannot see them because the sky is choked out by their "triumph of civilization."

They'd see them if they only they left their narrowly defined views of skyscrapers and avenues.

Don't get me wrong; there are pockets of creativity and color scattered throughout the island of Manhattan. Each of these places - Greenwich Village, Chinatown, Little Italy - they've all got their potential. You'll find one diamond in the rough here and there, trying to see the colors and hear the music and see the Watchtowers.

But they look, and they can't see. So they go back to their lives - their kingdom of clay, trudging along and dragging their souls through the muck. Eventually, the diamond gets lost in the clay, and is forever lost.

I hate New York.

But speaking of diamonds, I met one. Jou.

( And the planets certainly didn't warn me about her, that's for sure. Stupid planets. )

Herein lies my background-in-progress for Iovis. Everything here is mostly non-sensitive information. If you have a character tie with me, and there's something you want removed from public consumption, please let me know. Similarly, if you would like to make a connection, also let me know. :)

( If you have problems seperating IC from OOC, then you shouldn't click here. If you do, and you mix up IC and OOC, I will command you to go die in a fire. )

I just found out that you can have Status in multiple Orders, but only if the total dots is 3 or less. And, you can gain the benefits of being members of all Orders you have dots in.

Nifty. Something to consider, then.

Jack struggled to remain standing; his knees were wobbling and his head rolled drunkenly from shoulder to shoulder. The meal he had eaten was having a peculiar effect on his body, much like drunkenness, but feeling the effects in the very core of his soul.

He managed to drag his eyes away from the flitting nymphs and playful satyrs (oh, how he wanted to be lost in their fun), and looked towards the horizon. There, his gaze alighted upon a mountain wreathed in light the color of the ambrosia he had eaten. It was beautiful... more beautiful than anything he had seen, even the nymph that he laid with. "That is where I must go," he declared, and with every ounce of his Will, his feet began to propel him forward, one drunken step after another. "To Mount Olympus!"

Staggering along, Jack realized he was following a path that seemed to wind up the mountain towards the shining white caps of Mount Olympus, except that, the further he staggered, the thicker the brambles got that seemed to make this path their home. Vines and outcroppings, thorned and thistled, bearing the occasional flower as red as blood. Looking behind him, he saw no trace of the festival, or the satyrs or nymphs or other beautiful creatures he had seen before. Looking up, he noticed the sky was darkening with thunderclouds, and already he could see flashes of light deep in their bellies.

He had gone from ecstatic to terrified in a matter of moments... or at least it seemed like moments. It could've been hours, or even days. It was all blurring together.

"This dream is starting to suck," Jack said to himself.

He resigned himself to moving onward, as there was no other place to go. The thunder began to roar in the heavens above, with flashes of lightning striking the ground precariously close to the winding thistle path that he was tearing himself through. His trousers were shredded, and his skin scraped with blood trickling down his calves and ankles. Frightening little gnomes lept out from behind the bushes, shouted at him in what he believed to be some manner of Greek, and produced gnome-sized buckets to catch the drops of blood he was shedding behind him on his desperate ascention.

His legs were happy to supply their sinister collection, as they had been bared to the mid-thigh, shreds of his pants no doubt left caught on the greedy thistles. The overgrowth became so thick, he could not see the path any more, yet somehow he still found the path of least resistance. All the while the gnome-things were chanting and singing something about blood shed for an Oath. What Oath? Waitaminute, I don't speak Ancient Greek!

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Pythagoras. Plato. Aristotle. Postulation based on rational thought and what the gods had made evident; they made do with what the world presented to them. Men who were driven by what they understood to be true; they could hear the celestial harmonies that we have grown ignorant to simply by being born and could enunciate that brilliance to those who were learned in the natural solids. "Let no one unversed in geometry enter here," said the arch above the Academy, and so, it must be true.

Ptolemy. Apollonius. Copernicus. Brahe. Their names are all here. They were masters of their field, so very close to their Renaissance enlightenment, and yet held back by the increasing frequency of common science, facts taken for granted simply because they were discovered and published by another.

Cassini. Kepler. Sustermans. Galilei. Newton. They heralded the gradual implosion of the classical perception of the universe in favor of creating a relation between Earth and the celestial bodies that was easier for the Sleepers to perceive and accept, applying such cold and crude concepts as parallax in order to cheapen the importance of lovely Venus, wrathful Mars, kind Jupiter, ancient Saturn, and wise Ouranos so that they might be understood without wonder... acknowledged without admitting their pull on your soul.

Taking up the chisel amd hammer, Jack Beliston made his mark upon the column. But Jack Beliston he was no more: Iovis Fatalis, fated by Jupiter, Pythagorean academic, and Therugist of the Spheres.

Check it out.

http://www.myastrologybook.com/Pythagoras-music-of-the-spheres.htm

Pending some offical Latinizing from Dr. Parks-

Shadow Name: Iovis Fatalis, or Jove for short.

Besides the obvious The Planets by Gustav Holst:

Spacegrass, Clutch
Atlantis, Donovan

As I lie on my back in the field of green grass in this late Summer month, I stare up at the night sky. I Will it so that the harsh greenish glow of civilization is deflected away, and I can witness the multitude of twinkling lights above. I can even see great Mars, turning his baleful red eye towards all who would challenge the ultimacy of his wrath. I drink in the majesty of the Heavens, excited for all of the possibilities and Fates yet to be realized.

I witness as the great spheres move across the Tapestry, causing strands to resonate in their wake. The sound is pleasing to me. It is a symphony of Fate - the universe is my orchestra, and the Sleepers my chorus.

I trace an astrological symbol before me, and utter Atlantean words forever lost to Old Father Saturn's shadow. Above, the Great Chart shifts ever so subtly, causing the planets to roll slightly askance, in turn causing different threads in the Tapestry to become taught with the rapture of the music of the spheres.

I am the composer of this grand symphony. The Finale has yet to be written, but I can see it so clearly on my mind's canvas.

The Awakened will rule again.

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