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Fallen Stars
“I saw seven star fall from the
heavens, and they lay dead up the ground.
Then something like unto a sheet of skin appeared blowing in the wind
came and covered the fallen stars. It
came to pass that a great ocean wave washed them away for neither the sheet of
skin nor the stars were to be found.
They had both become as whispered rumors as a forgotten nightmare is
unto children.”
The Book of Shay
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[The Elven Kings were replaced with Men-Judges, before the end].
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[The Elven Kings were replaced with Men-Judges, before the end].
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Do you Believe?
PEOPLE often as me, "So...What do you believe?"
My dad once told me, "Son, I pray to the GOD of my understanding..." His third wife, an ultra-conservative woman {Southern Baptist}, was very offended and hyperly sensitive to such topics. Dad and I spoke of such matters openly. Yes, Scriptures do teach us not to lean on "our own understanding," but upon everything taught in Scripture. However, whose version, translations, doctrine, religion, interpretation should guide you?THIS is what my father instructed me on. Son, think for yourself, read for yourself, study for yourself; when you pray it is YOUR "understanding" not the programmed "dogma" of a religious Cult [like the Jehovah's Witnesses], but the growth and personal journey you are developing in a "relationship" with the God of Your Understanding.
Jesus in many things to many people. I think of original Truth like a huge mirror; shattered by opinions and now we all understand only the shards we perceive from our experiences and understandings. (Paul said "a glass darkly" - I love that!) Yes, lean not own your own understanding, but every utterance of Scripture. But it is still my understanding.
Scientology says: God was an Alien who spliced our DNA with theirs.
Mormons say; Lucifer and Jesus were brothers.
Jehovah's Witnesses say: Michael the Archangel became a perfect human being and died on a telephone pole, and his vanished body is held somewhere for a future exhibition, That his spirit fooled the Apostles into believing a physical Resurrection by taking on various bodies and confused them.
The BIBLE says: Jehovah spoke the Invisible Word, and the Divine Word became flesh ; as the perfect "Undercover Boss" JESUS showed us the basic principals of dealing with man and being faithful to God. Faith is believing THAT, and then that he sacrificed himself in our place and in place of the daily slaughtering of animals, that our SIN penalty would be made void, cleared, and paid in full. Death holds no fear AFTERWARDS, because what follows is not condemnation, for the embracement of previously desired gifts to be bestowed upon children. Rather than the absence of such joy; due to our failed disavowing of HIM. Christ was resurrected in the same body that was murdered, the spirit that inhabited the body was the same that entered the body, it was the same that rose the body, and is the very same Spirit of God that empowers "Believers"!!! THAT is the Christian joy, the dancing feet, the raised hands, the laughter of excitement, the unpronounceable "tongues" of sheer praise of knowing that we know, we know - by faith; Death has no sting!!!! Death has is void of fear to the believer because HE is our reward. THIS is "why" we pray and to whom.
Well... that is my understanding, and what I believe.
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Illustrated Manuscript
I am continuing to work on my story THE WATCHER'S BOOK. I am still writing, editing, translating and illustrating it. Here are a few of the parchment leaf pages.
THE Nephilim TOME
The goal and idea is to take all my lose leaf parchment pages and sewing them together, crafting a single work, and a bound Tome. THE WATCHER'S BOOK would be an artwork in itself.
The special tassel I would make would be made from a lock of hair.
A few of the pages would be cut away views, that when placed atop one another as layered pages would create a 3D effect and depth as a single picture. For example the 21 watchers names would be divided between the points of a star and each leaf or page would detail those three listed names. About the Star would be the Verse: From beginning to end, and from end to the beginning is the Unspeakable Name of The One and Always.
MITHARIAN Rituals
The rituals are what saved us. They created our new era society. By way of ritual were the outsiders made
insiders, and was trust gained. Each one
who came to be a part of the city had to learn why we stayed and the growing
experiences along the way became mile markers for who we became. The tradition of storytelling, re-enacting
and imbuing items with worth that became sacred relics did become our way. We lost all we had in the people who left
us. In staying behind we grew to
understand the meaning of acceptance by moving forward from our grief, which
became our new hope.
These new traditions became shrouded in
story telling routine, and its repetition a tradition unto itself. The rituals we insisted others to learn
created bonds of unbreakable loyalties; for all past traditions and ties were
forsaken for our ways alone. Through
ritual, and the progressive levels of upward growth was the newcomer brought
under the leadership of the King. In
this manner the nearly abandoned grey havens swelled to become an educated and well-fortified
city. Mithar leaded among its neighbors
of desert Bedouins, poor hamlets and fishing villages.
The inner workings of Mithar’s Grey Tower
were widely known secrets which no one knew, for they had to be experienced and
its written text were allusions unto itself decoded in person. By then, the learner had become a “spiritual-slave”
and a productive member of the new society of believers. Mitharians are free servants unto the King
and against the Rituals one would never betray.
The secret of the rituals is that there is no secret. The rituals made you a Mitharian; its
religion was its society, and it a theocracy unto God above who ruled from
below. As above so below; by way of
ritual alone was one made whole.
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The Details of Writing
Taking life experiences and turning them into a therapeutic way of dealing and sharing for myself is just a coping skill I am continuing to develop.
Writing the ideas and concepts down...
Translating them into another "language"...
Genealogies of the various characters and their backgrounds...
Photo-shopping some of the 'main' sites to stir my imagination even more...
Creating a map of the place where things take place...
Designing the world view...
Timeline of overlapping events...
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Doom of the Kings
STONES, BONES and SEEDS
There was an old woman brought before
the king one afternoon. The guard said, “My Lord here is the Seer you called
for.”
He spoke to her saying, “Word has come to my ears you are one who practices the dark arts, is this true?”
She answered, “I practice the arts sire but it up to others whether they be good or ill. For God makes it rain on the just and unjust; destroying forest fires replenish the woods. Pray, what is it really you seek King of the West?”
He spoke to her saying, “Word has come to my ears you are one who practices the dark arts, is this true?”
She answered, “I practice the arts sire but it up to others whether they be good or ill. For God makes it rain on the just and unjust; destroying forest fires replenish the woods. Pray, what is it really you seek King of the West?”
“To amuse us as I weigh the case of your
kind before me,” He said to her.
“As you wish,” She stepped forward and took the kings own bowl of water for cleaning his hands and cast it before court on the chamber floor. “In time we all vanish before the world.” Suddenly the water on the floor dried away before the onlookers. From a pouch on her waist cord the old woman withdrew a velvet bag. Emptying the contents into the bowl she set it before the king again. Stepping back to where the guard had introduced her, the old woman requested of the king. “Oh King, before this council chose and do with them as you wish.”
Looking into the bowl he saw gemstones, acorn, almond and various seeds, crow, rabbit and rat’s foot and various bones. The King picked out the gem stones: red ruby, black onyx, blue sodalite, purple amethyst, snowflake obsidian, rose quartz, blood garnet, white agate, and the yellow leopard skin stone. The king set them in a row, and then looked up at the old woman. She gave no attention to him with regard to reaction.
Thinking he had been made to play a fool’s game, king tried crushing the stones with the hilt of his side dagger, then brushed them and the bowl from off his table crying out, “Such nonsense this foolishness is. If we are called to play games then name it as such, and if it be some lesson of fate then instruct such as well.”
The old woman covered her face in her hands and began weeping as she rocked back and forth. Then answering the king’s question of ‘What is wrong’ the old woman rose to her feet from the floor?
“Hear now, oh realm of Eriduah for your king has selected your future oh Mithar! Not the bones of your various enemies did he seek to wipe away, nor the various seeds of your children does he care to plant; but those who desire to instruct with wise council has your king chosen to crush before him. Yeah, for many kings of this realm shall crush those with firm voices to direct, yet shall the un-thrown one remain before the city falls!”
Looking before him, the king saw that the white agate remained where he had placed it, then to the guards he pronounced, “Take her from my sight, and to the caves of Sinjar you are confined till I call for you, one year from this very day.”
“As you wish,” She stepped forward and took the kings own bowl of water for cleaning his hands and cast it before court on the chamber floor. “In time we all vanish before the world.” Suddenly the water on the floor dried away before the onlookers. From a pouch on her waist cord the old woman withdrew a velvet bag. Emptying the contents into the bowl she set it before the king again. Stepping back to where the guard had introduced her, the old woman requested of the king. “Oh King, before this council chose and do with them as you wish.”
Looking into the bowl he saw gemstones, acorn, almond and various seeds, crow, rabbit and rat’s foot and various bones. The King picked out the gem stones: red ruby, black onyx, blue sodalite, purple amethyst, snowflake obsidian, rose quartz, blood garnet, white agate, and the yellow leopard skin stone. The king set them in a row, and then looked up at the old woman. She gave no attention to him with regard to reaction.
Thinking he had been made to play a fool’s game, king tried crushing the stones with the hilt of his side dagger, then brushed them and the bowl from off his table crying out, “Such nonsense this foolishness is. If we are called to play games then name it as such, and if it be some lesson of fate then instruct such as well.”
The old woman covered her face in her hands and began weeping as she rocked back and forth. Then answering the king’s question of ‘What is wrong’ the old woman rose to her feet from the floor?
“Hear now, oh realm of Eriduah for your king has selected your future oh Mithar! Not the bones of your various enemies did he seek to wipe away, nor the various seeds of your children does he care to plant; but those who desire to instruct with wise council has your king chosen to crush before him. Yeah, for many kings of this realm shall crush those with firm voices to direct, yet shall the un-thrown one remain before the city falls!”
Looking before him, the king saw that the white agate remained where he had placed it, then to the guards he pronounced, “Take her from my sight, and to the caves of Sinjar you are confined till I call for you, one year from this very day.”
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Before the year is out the King has killed Kashon, the first of the Nine Prophets to arise and nine days later; to the very day the king himself falls into a deep sleep never to awake.
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FEAST OF LIGHTS
I, Baal-yick called Stormraven do write this
at the nearing of my life’s end in remembrances of our new beginning. Seems as the end draws near so many things
come into clearer focus, and the once strongly held are now viewed as youthful
foolishness. But for me, Celavacess, The
Feat of Lights and Water, it was always dear to me. It was first among our customs.
However, tragically so, we had become like
the lesser men of whom we so desired to remain among and yet saw ourselves
different from. We wished to pass on our
wisdoms yet they in turned showed us in clarity first-hand the depth and
courage in facing their mortal doom.
Sadly to admit with one another unto
ourselves who were called the remnant or Watchers; staying behind after that
exodus and great departure, we came to be men.
Walking through that mortal valley just as them for the grace of elven
kind departed as well and we became shadows.
Now, only I remain to share the last new light before I too pass from
this realm of life.
THE new moon of Yethaywe, October, marked
the very day we remained. It became our
New Year’s Day. On handcrafted paper
swans we placed lit candles and set them adrift, toward the twin mountain peaks
of the Bay of Luhun. In hopes of
following those Eldar fleets unto the Undying Lands beyond the rim of the
world; that they would know we would forever remember them. Upon the deaths of those founders their
created remains were kept in a holy Urn, being treasured as a holy relic. Yet, on the eve of Celavacess each remaining
one of us would take an ever so small pinch of ash from the Urn and scatter
after the paper swans. Alas am I all who
remain, and soon shall I sail unto them who went before me. We read the requiems of hearts; soon I shall
read from the Grey Book of books no more.
TALE OF SALUN "The Scroll Keepers".
Years ago my dad gave me an old restaurant calendar I thought was really neat, because of how it was made. These many years later I finally figured out what I'm going to do with it. I will take the NASIL fonts DAN SMITH made for made for me, and 'translate' the following Verse onto the back of the Calendar turning it into The Salun Scroll.
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“Like the terrified inhale of a
sharp gasp,
I saw her life being extinguished and fade
as in the exhaustion of sorrow.
In the inhale of that crumbling moment
my life’s meaning faded away
as sorrow filled my heart with loneliness.
Cradled in my arms, she died so pale
a lifeless shell, void of expression;
yet forever, my only, one true love…”
The Salun Parchments
Scrolls I:1-9
I saw her life being extinguished and fade
as in the exhaustion of sorrow.
In the inhale of that crumbling moment
my life’s meaning faded away
as sorrow filled my heart with loneliness.
Cradled in my arms, she died so pale
a lifeless shell, void of expression;
yet forever, my only, one true love…”
The Salun Parchments
Scrolls I:1-9
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The sons of god from
righteous lands they came
to take for themselves
the daughters of men
with wicked hearts proclaimed
as teachers of the truth
they were lords of lies
fallen-ones who ruled no more
Uruk Tablet No. 3-3
Transliterated by Martha Paske-Townsend
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In the
garden of Eriduah
the pleasure grove of Eul
there dwelt many wonders
the greatest of these
were the Two Trees
of such bitter-sweet fruit.
Called “Life” and “Wisdom;”
Life was eternal, and
Wisdom without end.
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:1-9
the pleasure grove of Eul
there dwelt many wonders
the greatest of these
were the Two Trees
of such bitter-sweet fruit.
Called “Life” and “Wisdom;”
Life was eternal, and
Wisdom without end.
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:1-9
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The
Guardian resonated,
“In it harm none,
Do what you will.
So mote it be;
Remember and be renewed.”
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:94-98
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“In it harm none,
Do what you will.
So mote it be;
Remember and be renewed.”
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:94-98
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Then
without warning they betrayed us as
our clothes they had torn off in shame,
and took our bodies in lust, but
our men they burned like our homes.
This
they said was done because fear
was not given them as a sign of respect;
they rose up against our Chieftain who
was then torn asunder and left for the birds.
Each
new moon they were an affliction,
a
curse upon our people and the land
because they had rejected peace of truth; for
a taste of lust, by the hand of power instead.
The Salun Parchments
“The Heirloom” II:45-56
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Six days
after I entered into the pangs of womanhood
my mother came unto me with the bold
words of her mother’s lore; of
my mother’s shadowed traditions she gave.
On that
star filled night Milcah did cast a circle,
by the names of the four winds that flew,
but on that night they fell silent
by coming of that dark hour’s dew.
Beside
the banks of the Quicken River
there was kindled upon a great stone table
a fire to burn away the fear of the night;
there gathered the women of our clan sky-clad.
The Salun Parchments
“The Mother’s Rites” III: 5-16
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That
Fair One departed from my mother,
until the winter had passed;
We did not see that pale stranger
until he appeared many Springs later.
The Salun Parchments
“The Withdrawal” IV: 1-4
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The
stranger was no where to be found as
the ground showed no footprints of his hard shoes
I ran to my home and told my father-in-law of
the vision and his warnings of gloom.
No one
believed me for I was but a child to them
only Gilga-noak, my husband’s father listened
the gods command of him to build a ship; for
only he and our family heeded the vision’s woe.
Others
had been warned, but only laughed
scoffing at my husband’s father
“Rain from a clear sky was mad!”
scoffing at the gods had its own reward.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 33-44
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Ere the
thunder clouds shouted no more
the world I once knew had faded and
from memory only memory remained of
the Nephilim and their Fallen Mark of distrust.
About
me the very land had been changed,
renewed by an act of shame and regret
to be replenished with a mere handful;
renewed by the hand of a divine command.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 49-56
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Never
shall I forget those drowning screams
that fell silent beneath the waves
when the rains finally came upon us all;
that day when outside they perished.
For in
the end when the waters dried away
their bodies lay bloated upon the seas and land
before the feasting birds where judgment fell;
their names all but forgotten by Heaven’s hand.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 69-76
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Originally written in 1992 (c)
THIS verse/ Scroll follows Fayendar's Verse. He told of his life, the Salun Scroll tells of his wife Enava's side of the family. THE WATCHER'S BOOK: The Book of Endings
THE STRANGER
(The Book of Tales: The Stranger)
Now much further down the Wall-stone Road
the stranger came upon yet another person in need. This time an elderly woman striving to pick
up her dropped walking cane beneath an enormous load packed upon her back. Offering her a ride, after he stepped down
from his wagon to assist, she told the young man she had no coin, and her last
loaf of bread was for him but stashed deeply away in her mounted bundles. Her praise and delight were free. The stranger smiled and helped her all the
more up into his wagon and down the road to her destination.
After a while the old woman inquired of the
young stranger, “A man with a cart passed me by, and yet another striking his
cow and neither helped me as they went alone their way. Why ever did you?”
The smiling stranger easily replied, “I only
helped you and even them before, out of their own ditch of troubles, because –
it was the right thing to do. Someday,
when I have no coin, no bread or voice to lead praise with, I have abiding
faith that God will aid me. I did so,
not for all those things, but as a way of thanking God in advance before he
does so.”------------------------------------
[FOR THOSE WHO thought I only wrote of death, doom and gloom].
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The Last JUDGES
(Shadols) after the Fall of Mithar:
Shadol
Ya-elwe = Godly, 1 wife, 7 sons, 3 daughters, restored
the 1st and 2nd walls of the cities Mithar and Lindol and
renamed the one city Mithvalon “No Longer Forgotten”.
Shadol
Ya-wynel = A good Judge, 9 daughters, and 3 sons. He tried to be a good person. Had 5 wives and several mistresses.
Shadol
Ya-banwe = A good Judge, the best, cared for the people
dearly, but always looked away from the faults of others without correction.
Shadol
Glorsolon = A bad Judge, his daughter is taken, 6 months
later she is returned, he becomes a good ruler.
Shadol
Uthane = A good Judge, becomes deathly ill, prayers,
is healed, and spends the rest of his many years being one of the worst rulers.
Shadol
Celewyn = A good Judge who tries to restore things back
like under the old Mitharian Kings.
Recovers copy of THE WATCHER’S BOOK and builds a Hall in old Lindol.
Shadol
Manusay = Restores the old Mitharian Priesthood.
Shadol
Endar-we = Good
but allows uncorrected bad to occur.
Shadol
Callendor = Good but allows uncorrected bad to occur.
Shadol
Kenan-we = Good but allows uncorrected bad to occur.
Shadol
Yel-meno = Evil, very cruel, disbands the Priesthood,
murders them.
Shadol
Geben = Evil, worships the Darklord Melkor, murders
many, he had many children, no wives, he is a pedophile. The Judge sees Noah’s Flood occur.
[I was inspired by THIS].
[I was inspired by THIS].
The Book of Jubilees refers to Noah and says that he was taught the arts of healing by an angel so that his children could overcome "the offspring of the Watchers".[20] SHUNNED.
The Art of Elizabeth Garza
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