Thursday, May 28, 2009

Quick Facts About The Seven Deadly Sins



I. Pride:

Definition

 Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.


Why you do it

Everyone has been taught to “believe in yourself” but few mention that you need to also “believe in others.” Vanity is seen everyday mostly due to people thinking they are above everyone, and life is centered around them. 


Punishment

 You will be broken on the wheel.


Associated symbols

 Pride is linked with the horse and the color violet.


Virtue: Humility


II. Sloth

Definition

 Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.


Why you do it

Laziness is found among everyone, but those who are slothful go out of their way to not do anything simply because they have the lack of ambition and encouragement to complete a task.  


Punishment

 You will be thrown into snake pits.


Associated symbols & suchlike

Sloth is linked with the goat and the color light blue.


Virtue: Diligence


III. Lust

Definition

 Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.


Why you do it

 Oh, please.


Punishment

 You will be smothered in fire and brimstone. Not kisses.


Associated symbols 

 Lust is linked with the cow and the color blue.


Virtue: Chastity


IV. Envy

Definition

 Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.


Why you do it

People have a hard time dealing with who they are, and want to be someone else.  Acceptance is hard to grasp, thus envy is turned towards as the solution.


Punishment

 You will be put in freezing water.


Associated symbols 

Envy is linked with the dog and the color green.


Virtue: Kindness


V. Greed

Definition

 Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.


Why you do it

Many believe that they should have whatever someone else has, thus they take it upon themselves the horde anything in sight.  The possibility of someone having more than yourself is seen as unfair in the eyes of the avaricious people, and use petty crimes to balance the world.  However, many do not see that work is involved with success, thus they only look for the easy way out.


Punishment

You will be boiled alive in oil. Bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling.


Associated symbols 

 Greed is linked with the frog and the color yellow.


Virtue: Charity


VI. Gluttony

Definition

 Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.


Why you do it

Many gorge themselves in food to repress emotions, thus becoming a glutton.  Others take more than what they need just because they are given that option.  This selfish act is considered greed, however gluttony is more often associated with food when in reality it can be anything. 


Punishment

 You will be force-fed rats, toads, and snakes.


Associated symbols

 Gluttony is linked with the pig and the color orange.


Virtue: Temperance


V. Wrath

Definition

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Anger.


Why you do it 

Bottled up emotions often explode through violence and anger due to the lack of dealing with situations.  Many cannot distinguish their problems and find the solution of dismissing them all by physical releases and irrational ways. 


Punishment

 You will be dismembered alive.


Associated symbols

Anger is linked with the bear and the color red.


Virtue: Patience

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Short Story #7- Unedited


Mortally Divine


The lake was always her first choice to take a bath.  While stepping into the cool water she instantly became refreshed with a new sense of calm in her mind.  The day has been long and tiresome, and just for a few minutes this young lady gets time for relaxation and cleansing.  

Her master works her until she sheds blood from her hands and tears from her eyes.  One would consider him to be abusive, but others find his ways conventional.  The only hope for the pain to stop would be if she bared a child of his, and then she would become a prized possession instead of a slave.  

Day after day the young maiden would pray to her Gods for help, or for a child, and she would receive nothing, not even a sign of acknowledgment.  Testing her faith was what it seemed as, especially when the beatings started.

This day of bathing was the beginning of a new life for her.  She peered across the small lake in hopes of seeing all the birds she heard, but instead she saw an angelic figure whistling a glorious song.  She immediately recognized the goddess; Persephone was staring back at her.

  Startled with amazement, the maiden flailed her arms in the lake trying to regain her balance.  Safely on shore she looked again to see if Persephone was just an illusion, but through her fogged eyes the figure was still there.  

The goddess looked the maiden over from head to toe, noticing all the bruises and scars, and took a sudden pity for her.  She walked towards the poor soul and embraced her in the curve of her arm.  Willingly, the maiden followed Persephone into the woods forgetting the tasks her master had given her.  She felt utterly safe with the goddess; no harm was going to come to her now. 

“Greetings your majesty,” clearly stated Persephone is a smooth, elegant voice that would make every flower wilt in comparison.  The maiden became confused from such words, until she saw the most stunning man emerge from the shadows.  He was not just a man, but a God, one that the maiden was not entirely familiar with.  His essence made every creature quiver with fear of his power and divinity, but it lured the maiden close to him.  

“My dear, what do you bring me?”  His voice was even more toned then his arms. 

“I have brought you a young maiden that wishes to be saved.  She has been greatly mistreated by her master, and will serve us now.”  This news was new to the poor girl, but she did not have a care in her mind; anything was better then going home. 

She now spent her days without as much as prick on her finger.  Her task was only to tend the garden and entertain the God with music when he wished for it.  Persephone was constantly at her side talking about life in general; she learned numerous lessons from the Goddess about love and friendship.  

On a special occasion, Persephone took the maiden into her chambers where clothes were laid out that were intended for the new guest.  The garments were fashioned from the most magnificent silks, and lined with ravishing stones that shined even in the darkest hours.  Hesitant at first, she inched away from the pieces, but Persephone persisted in that she were to change her clothes; she convinced her when saying that a true lady does not wear rags meant for the homeless.  

Before, she thought of herself as being homeless, but now she truly felt a belonging.  Once the maiden was transformed into beauty, she was presented to the God.  Amazement flashed over his eyes, and his stare was held on the young body. 

Immediately Persephone realized something went terribly wrong and she had to find a way to restore her confidence that the God only had eyes for herself.  However, she did not want to throw the maiden into the cold because she had acquired certain fondness for her.  It was odd for her to think that she wanted the body of a simple girl, but she could not help but be jealous.  Deciding that the situation could wait for a while, she escorted the maiden into her separate chambers to enjoy a long peaceful night of rest. 

The maiden had a different plan on her mind, because she finally saw her chance to claim the life she has always wanted.  In everyone one of her teachings, she learned that the life of a Goddess was beyond perfection but only the truly pure could obtain such a position.  Unlike a God, a simple maiden could became part of the ultimate divinity without being born with the privilege.  The only task is to have a true God fall in love with you, and bare his child.  If that child is born a male, then the mother becomes a Goddess because for every heir that is born it must possess deities on both sides.  This knowledge is commonly known by peasants, and many seek out this path without triumph.  Unlike all the rest, this maiden had already caught the eye of a God. 

She had to move stealthy to avoid any interruptions from Persephone.  Even though the Goddess is her closest friend, the maiden had to do this for herself; she deserved a better life and wanted the life of a Goddess.

Waking in the night, the maiden searched through the darkness in hopes of finding the God himself.  She reached the lake in which she was found, and saw the angelic figure bathing on the other side.  To not startle him, she made quiet mumbles the escaped her lips with anxiety.  The God had been waiting for her, to the maiden’s surprise, and embraced her in his arms.  The touch of a God was better than life itself in the maiden’s eyes, and she woke to find herself back in her chambers.  Now she knew that time would tell if her plan worked, but she had to act inconspicuously around Persephone. 

The Goddess only had a hunch of what happened, but did not say anything for hopes of letting the situation pass.  As the days wore on, Persephone continually envied the glowing skin of the young maiden; she could not take it anymore.  Approaching the God with caution, she told him of her worries.  He assured the Goddess that if anything were to happen that she would be free to go back home to her mother, Demeter, without any consequences.  This did not appease the Goddess at all, but decided that she no longer wanted to be held by this God any longer.  She wanted the life of a simple peasant, mostly to show the maiden that she truly is better off being the slave of a master than the hostage of Hades. 

Overwhelmed with joy, the maiden proudly showed off her protruding stomach, for she was carrying the child of a God.  Several months had passed, and the young maiden was blessed with a newborn boy, for which the God had taken a certain liking towards.  With the arrival of the new joy, Persephone was released from her duties and left the maiden to her horrors.  

The maiden thought she had won, but she was utterly wrong.  With the departure of the Goddess, the God took the maiden and her child to his real home; a place of darkness and death.  The maiden was imprisoned and made a slave, for the God’s use of her already passed; he had his heir.  Pleading for help in a useless attempt was all that the maiden could do, and found herself screaming for the life she had before.  She did not understand what went wrong, and realized she was truly in Hell. 

Websites For The Seven Deadly Sins

http://www.allaboutgod.com/what-are-the-seven-deadly-sins-faq.htm

http://blackeri.deviantart.com/gallery/#Deadly-Sins

http://www.le.ac.uk/ha/seedcorn/faq-sds.html

http://www.angelfire.com/wi2/froggyonline/7sins/sins.html

http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html

http://www.the-tidings.com/2009/052209/benson.htm

http://www.deadlysins.com/sins/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins

http://www.whitestonejournal.com/seven_deadly_sins/

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article3517050.ece

http://www.tanbooks.com/doct/capital_sins.htm

http://www.nypl.org/publications/deadlysins.cfm

More Literary Excerpts

" Scrooge & Marley's, I believe," said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. " Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley ? "

"Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years," Scrooge replied. " He died seven years ago, this very night."

"At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge," said the gentleman, taking up a pen, "it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight, provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are iu want of common necessaries ; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir."

" Are there no prisons ?" asked Scrooge.

"Plenty of prisons," said the gentleman, laying down the pen again, " but under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude, a few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the poor some meat and drink, and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for ? "

"Nothing ! " Scrooge replied.

"You wish to be anonymous ?"

"I wish to be left alone," said Scrooge. "Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don't make merry myself at Christmas, and I can't afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned—they cost enough ; and those who are badly off must go there."

" Many can't go there ; and many would rather die."

" If they would rather die," said Scrooge, " they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population." Seeing that it would be useless to pursue their point, the gentlemen withdrew. *

 - A Christmas Carol By Charles Dickens, pg 12-13, December 19, 1843 United Kingdom

BIOGRAPHY: A large, clumsy great dane, Scooby serves as the canine mascot of Mystery, Inc. Known to be afraid of ghosts, zombies, mummies, and even his own shadow, he always manages to come through for the gang, usually with the encouragement of a Scooby Snack, whenever they need him! A gluttonous eater, Scooby will usually devour just about any food you give him! However, buried deep under that giant-sized stomach of his, you'll find Scooby truly has a heart of gold and can teach us all a lesson about loyalty to one's friends!- Scooby Doo

Narcissus was so handsome everyone loved and desired him, but Narcissus was too proud to offer his love in return. His rejection of one would-be lover, Echo, turned her from an unhappy nymph into the barest wisp of what she had been. Echo shriveled up until all that was left of her was her voice, what we now call by her name.

Not all the would-be lovers of Narcissus were so passive. One of them took his complaint about rejection to the goddess of vengeance, Nemesis. The rejected suitor asked the goddess Nemesis to make Narcissus fall in love with himself, but simultaneously to be incapable of accepting his own love. Nemesis obliged....

On a hot day Narcissus bent down to drink from a clear, silvery pool. As he drank, he saw a beautiful image in the pool. He had never before caught a glimpse of himself. Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection. He tried to kiss and embrace it -- encouraged because he saw the other raising his lips to meet Narcissus' own -- but couldn't. Narcissus could do nothing except keep trying. In time he realized he was in love with his own reflection. Since he knew he could never hold himself, he despaired and realized he couldn't live any longer. He beat his breast and died. When his naiad sisters went out to bring him back for burial, the body was gone. In its place was a lovely yellow-centered white flower, the narcissus. 

“Narcissus and Echo in Ovid's Metamorphoses,” 

By N.S. Gill, USA, 2005


But this was drawne of six unequall beasts,  

On which her six sage Counsellours did ryde,  

Taught to obay their bestiall beheasts,  

With like conditions to their kinds applyde:  

Of which the first, that all the rest did guyde,  

Was sluggish Idleness the nourse of sin;  

Upon a slouthfull Asse he chose to ryde,  

Arayd in habit blacke, and amis thin,  

Like to an holy Monck, the service to begin.  

And in his hand his Portesse still he bare,  

That much was worne, but therein little red,  

For of devotion he had little care,  

Still drownd in sleepe, and most of his dayes ded;  

Scarse could he once uphold his heavie hed,  

To looken, whether it were night or day:  

May seeme the wayne was very evill led,  

When such an one had guiding of the way,  

That knew not, whether right he went, or else astray.  

From worldly cares himselfe he did esolyne, 

And freatly shunnĂ©d manly exercise,  

From every worke he chalengĂ©d essoyne,  

For contemplation sake: yet otherwise,  

His life he led in lawlesse riotise:  

By which he grew to grievous malady;  

For in his lustlesse limbs through evill guise  

A shaking fever raigned continually:  

Such one was Idlenesse, first of this company.  

Edmund Spenser  


Athamas 1 was king first in Boeotia and then in Thessaly. As his second wife Ino plotted against the children of his first wife Nephele 2, he almost sacrificed his son Phrixus 1. Hermes entrusted Dionysus 2 to Athamas 1 and Ino, and persuaded them to rear him as a girl. But Hera (or Tisiphone 1) drove them mad, and Athamas 1 hunted his elder son Learchus as a deer, killing him. Athamas 1 was then banished, and settled in the country he named Athamantia marrying Themisto 2 and having other children by her.


Carlos Parada, 1997, Sweden 



Short Story #6- Unedited


Uncontrolled Pressure



My head is about to explode with anticipation; the principal is about to announce what I have been waiting for my entire high school career.  Hour after hour I have spent pouring endless work into everything I have done, I have never let one assignment leave my hands without passing my extreme expectations.  In the beginning I felt good about my work, and made sure I was pleased with my effort, but towards the end it became pure competition for the ultimate prize.  I see my greatest opponent across the auditorium gripping her seat with the same pained look across her face that I share; we both want this with our entire being.  No one understands how we feel about this, and some think that it is silly or insignificant, but what is going to come through the principal's lips is a life altering for Reagan and myself.  

The audience is quieting down, and my eyes are bulging out of my head, here comes the ultimate truth.  

“I would like to congratulate this year’s valedictorian... Miss Reagan Young!”  

I hear shouting and cheering, but I cannot see anything as my world turns to the blackest defeat.  I have lost.  It is over; I am done.

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Beep beep beep beep.... “Grace if you’re not going to turn off your alarm I’m going to come down!”

Imagine being the parent of an absolute failure and trying to hide your disappointment.  My mom is completely lost with what she should do about me.  Ever since Reagan was appointed instead of me, I went into a downward spiral that I probably will not come out of.  No one looks me in the eye at my house because they know I can see what they are thinking through their eyes; I should be off at college instead of living in the basement and working at the local cafĂ©.  

My ambition for everything and anything has been lost because I finally realized something: what is the point of working yourself into the ground if nothing good comes out of it?  I came to the conclusion that I might as well slack off and do nothing because that is just as rewarding, if not more, than when I was the biggest overachiever. 

  Before, I always thought that in the end someone would recognize good, honest, hard working people, but instead the cheating, slackers get praised if they show the slightest bit of effort.  What no one but I know is that Reagan use to be apart of an institution for the clinically depressed and unstable.  She was constantly ridden with anxiety attacks and mental breakdowns if everything was not perfect.  We use to be best friends, and I would help her everyday after school with her homework to make sure she was keeping calm about everything.

  All of that changed when she enrolled in Valley High freshmen year.  She was in every single one of my classes because her mom pleaded with the guidance counsellors that I was the only one that kept her daughter on the right track.  It was fun at first because we would endlessly talk about our teachers and classes, but then after every test or quiz she would run up to me asking what I got, and gloating whenever she would get a point higher than me.  Gradually it turned into a fierce competition that raged like fire with every assignment.  I never told anyone her secret because it would be cowardly, and I wanted to win on my own without using dirty tactics. 

Now, as I sit in my old torn up sofa, I wish that I had told everyone about her past, because then she would have come back into her depression and I would have won.   

My lethargic behavior is effecting everyone around me; my dog will not even move from the couch.  I spend my days just lounging around on the couch watching dishes and laundry pile up in all corners.  Normally, these things would bother me, but now I can understand why people live like this.  As soon as I make it on-time for anything I get praised and receive special treatment, and the people who are always on-time are overlooked.  Sometimes I do get into trouble, but it blows over within a matter of days.  My boss has constantly been on me about getting orders ready, and bringing them out it a fast manner, but in the end it really does not matter. 

Occasionally I think of my past, and how happy I was with myself, but I dismiss those thoughts quickly because it only leads me to remember that the happier I become the more I have to lose.  I gave up my dream school because Reagan was attending also. My mom is always saying that it is never too late and that I should go back and show people who I truly am and what I am capable of.  

As I hear my alarm clock beeping endlessly I finally realize what I have to do: I have to go to college and take Reagan down by surpassing her in every way there is. 

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“We would love to have you at our school Miss Grace Richards.  Now since you are attending late we only have a few dorms open for you.  There is this really excellent student in Building C who roommate is no longer there, and I bet that she needs someone as cheery as you are to help her out a bit.  If you have any questions please feel free to stop by my office.  I hope that I will see much improvement from you Miss Richards.”  With that, I became the newest member at Yale University.  

The dorms look roughly familiar, probably because since I was little I have taking numerous tours and visited all of the school’s websites.  My room is in Building C on the third floor last room.  Everyone is buzzing around trying to bring things this way and that.  Only a few manage to realize that I am new here, and they stop me to say hi.  I find it peculiar how their eyes widen once I mention which room I am going to, it makes me wonder what happened to the girl that I am replacing. 

My room is separated from the rest with bulky steel doors, and I just realized it has it’s own staircase that would have cut this trip in half.  The door that leads to my room is wide open, and instead of just stepping in I peered through with curious eyes.  The slip says that my roommate is named Victoria, so I quietly mumbled her name.  Some sheets crumble as I hear I weak response.  I look in further and see her getting up from her bed, quickly wiping tears from her puffy cheeks.  Looking up at me she sniffled and smiled while extending her arms to embrace me in a hug followed by a high pitched greater that was one octave too high for me to understand.  

“I am so glad to meet you!  I have heard a lot about you from my last roommate.”

I pause and think, who else but Reagan went here that would know me?  Curiosity got to me and I bluntly questioned, “Who was your last roommate?”

“Oh, the counsellor didn’t tell you about her?  Well, she was a very nice girl who tried so hard everyday.  She was up to her nose in work and would never let anything go.  I became really close to her over the semester because she was just so understanding.  But out of the nowhere I came home...” Victoria paused to blow her nose, and I just noticed that she had begun to cry. 

“What happened when you came home?”I persisted.

“Well, I opened the door and was going to tell her that you were going to be coming to the school because I overheard one of my teachers trying to figure out what she was going to do with you since we already started a big project.  Oh yeah by the way your in my history class!”  Her sentences were getting longer and I really wanted to know what happened, she was just babbling at this point.  I started listening again once I heard her tears pick up a bit.

  My conclusion is that Reagan was her roommate and dropped out once I sent her the letter telling her that I decided to attend Yale; she probably could not handle more pressure.  Maybe she went back into the loony bin.  This girl Victoria seems like the overly emotional type and most likely came home and saw that her new friend left, explaining her tears.  Content with my analysis I turned to start unpacking while listening to Victoria tell the story that I probably just summarized in my head.

“Back to what I was saying, when I came home I turned to shut the door and saw her there.  Grace...,” she touched my arm to turn me around to face her, her words were unintelligible due to sobs, “Reagan... hung... herself.”  She was shaking with tears, “This was... the letter I.... found on the.... floor next to... her.”  Victoria was now in complete hysterics, she crumbled onto the floor and reached into the desk next to her to find the letter. 

My heart stopped as Victoria handed me the letter.  It was the letter I had sent Reagan.