Angelsboi passed away 16 Jun 04 (was: Angelsboi Health Update)
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xenoflare
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goodbye, and have fun now. -wave-
Goodbye now Angelsboi,
i've never talked to you before, but i've read your posts and your lj at times. I feel that you're a brave, brave man. Enjoy the cosmic dance now... let your feathers bring some joy to this listless, strife-filled world of us mortals sometime, won't you? When i head to the video game arcade and see Rock Howard in the Mark of the Wolves, i'll remember your signature avatar. As Tizoc would say, "Let Your Fighting Spirit Shine! Let your rage burn red, kid!"
For the rest of us here at Enworld - i found this old story about friendship and death from the Taoist philosopher, Zhuang Zi. Just would like to share, somehow it seems pertinent... we are all nameless friends who have no explanation why we are friends, and thus better friends for it. Let us be united now, and be heartened that despite our inability to express this in words, to express life and death...
... we have been friends, and will be friends, marked by this touchstone. This is the first feather of Angelsboi to descend for us from the heavens, and surely not the last...
Rest in peace, dance in joy
shao
**
3 Friends, by Zhuang Zi
There were three friends
Discussing life.
One said:
"Can we live together
and know nothing of it?
Work together
and produce nothing?
Can people fly around in space
and still forget to exist
In this world without end?"
The three friends looked at each other
and burst out laughing.
They had no explanation.
Thus they were better friends than before.
Then one friend died.
Confucius sent a disciple
to help the other two
Chant according to the traditional funeral ritual.
The disciple found upon arrival
that one of them had composed a song.
While the other played the lute,
They sang:
"Hey, Sung Hu!
Where'd you go?
You have gone
Where you were before.
And we are here--
Damn it! We are here!"
Then the disciple of Confucius burst in upon them and exclaimed:
"May I inquire where does it state in the funeral rituals,
That you are allowed to sing so irreverently
In the presence of the departed?"
The two friends looked at each other, smiled, and said:
"He's well-trained in liturgy,
but the poor fellow doesn't understand life and death!"
**
Goodbye now Angelsboi,
i've never talked to you before, but i've read your posts and your lj at times. I feel that you're a brave, brave man. Enjoy the cosmic dance now... let your feathers bring some joy to this listless, strife-filled world of us mortals sometime, won't you? When i head to the video game arcade and see Rock Howard in the Mark of the Wolves, i'll remember your signature avatar. As Tizoc would say, "Let Your Fighting Spirit Shine! Let your rage burn red, kid!"
For the rest of us here at Enworld - i found this old story about friendship and death from the Taoist philosopher, Zhuang Zi. Just would like to share, somehow it seems pertinent... we are all nameless friends who have no explanation why we are friends, and thus better friends for it. Let us be united now, and be heartened that despite our inability to express this in words, to express life and death...
... we have been friends, and will be friends, marked by this touchstone. This is the first feather of Angelsboi to descend for us from the heavens, and surely not the last...
Rest in peace, dance in joy
shao
**
3 Friends, by Zhuang Zi
There were three friends
Discussing life.
One said:
"Can we live together
and know nothing of it?
Work together
and produce nothing?
Can people fly around in space
and still forget to exist
In this world without end?"
The three friends looked at each other
and burst out laughing.
They had no explanation.
Thus they were better friends than before.
Then one friend died.
Confucius sent a disciple
to help the other two
Chant according to the traditional funeral ritual.
The disciple found upon arrival
that one of them had composed a song.
While the other played the lute,
They sang:
"Hey, Sung Hu!
Where'd you go?
You have gone
Where you were before.
And we are here--
Damn it! We are here!"
Then the disciple of Confucius burst in upon them and exclaimed:
"May I inquire where does it state in the funeral rituals,
That you are allowed to sing so irreverently
In the presence of the departed?"
The two friends looked at each other, smiled, and said:
"He's well-trained in liturgy,
but the poor fellow doesn't understand life and death!"
**
Bass Puppet
First Post
R.I.P.
Though I didn't know you personaly, you were part of this great family. After reading several pages of this thread, it's wonderful to see so many people touched by this special individual. May your spirit be filled with eternal happiness.
-Cain
Though I didn't know you personaly, you were part of this great family. After reading several pages of this thread, it's wonderful to see so many people touched by this special individual. May your spirit be filled with eternal happiness.
-Cain
C. Baize
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I never corresponded with Angelsboi...
I saw a lot of his posts, and was often entertained by them.
Go with the Gods, Angelsboi...
There are some song lyrics that I think would go well, here...
Hammer Heart
By Bathory.
Now that the wind called my name
And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space
And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame
For the ones who stood me near
And you few who were me dear
I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears
For when the great clouds fills the air
And the thunder roars from o, so far away up in the sky
Then for sure you will know
that I have reached the joyous hall up high
With my bloodbrothers at side
All sons of father with one eye
We were all born in the land of the blood on ice
And now you all who might hear my song
Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear
Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark
There will come a golden dawn
At ends of nights for all yee on whom
Upon the northstar always shines
The vast gates to hall up high
Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within
And Odin shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
I saw a lot of his posts, and was often entertained by them.
Go with the Gods, Angelsboi...
There are some song lyrics that I think would go well, here...
Hammer Heart
By Bathory.
Now that the wind called my name
And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space
And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame
For the ones who stood me near
And you few who were me dear
I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears
For when the great clouds fills the air
And the thunder roars from o, so far away up in the sky
Then for sure you will know
that I have reached the joyous hall up high
With my bloodbrothers at side
All sons of father with one eye
We were all born in the land of the blood on ice
And now you all who might hear my song
Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear
Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark
There will come a golden dawn
At ends of nights for all yee on whom
Upon the northstar always shines
The vast gates to hall up high
Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within
And Odin shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
Viking Bastard
Adventurer
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ASH
First Post
We are all strangers...strangers that inevitably have connections. Weather it be connected through god, family, spirit, hobbies or simply a messageboard. Let me just make this clear, i have never been more proud to be part of a community. I am not even a community suupporter, but the touching things that have been said, and felt in this thread; well it just makes me happy that there is such kindness in the world, and that I get to be part of it.
I did not know angelsboi. I read a few of his posts on enworld. I recently read most of his posts on his lj. He was a complete stranger to me as I was to him; at least on the level that we never conversed directly.
Some could say that him and I were not at all alike; after all i am a married with two kids, optimisitic, woman with an overnight job at walmart.
As different as we were, i felt a connection to him. In the end i think all he wanted is the same thing i strive for everyday, love, acceptance and joy, and in life, we are not all that different after all.
He was filled with a beautiful soul; a soul that even now I feel is present in all his poetry. He had an amazing spirit. He was struck down too early.
Its better knowing that he is no longer in pain; that no matter what comes, he is now at peace. He has touched me deeply. His poetry, his struggle between the light and the dark places in his heart.
May your soul find all it desires Ryan. I will remember you.
His husband and mother have put up posts and contact information here in his livejournal...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelsboi/
And just too add this, i know from his journal that he liked Sarah McLachlan. This song was written for a person that left the world too soon. Every time I hear it I will think of him...
Angel
By Sarah McLachlan
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
I did not know angelsboi. I read a few of his posts on enworld. I recently read most of his posts on his lj. He was a complete stranger to me as I was to him; at least on the level that we never conversed directly.
Some could say that him and I were not at all alike; after all i am a married with two kids, optimisitic, woman with an overnight job at walmart.
As different as we were, i felt a connection to him. In the end i think all he wanted is the same thing i strive for everyday, love, acceptance and joy, and in life, we are not all that different after all.
He was filled with a beautiful soul; a soul that even now I feel is present in all his poetry. He had an amazing spirit. He was struck down too early.
Its better knowing that he is no longer in pain; that no matter what comes, he is now at peace. He has touched me deeply. His poetry, his struggle between the light and the dark places in his heart.
May your soul find all it desires Ryan. I will remember you.
His husband and mother have put up posts and contact information here in his livejournal...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelsboi/
And just too add this, i know from his journal that he liked Sarah McLachlan. This song was written for a person that left the world too soon. Every time I hear it I will think of him...
Angel
By Sarah McLachlan
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
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Monte At Home
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