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TES-INVENTORY
TES - Inventory
The Inventory for THE ECLECTIC SNOWBEAR Arts & Crafts Business venture:
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THE ECLECTIC SNOWbear Limited Crafts
Introducing my new venture; going into business and finally selling my artwork. Here is the assumed name for my company:
.:Maps : Masks : Jewelry : Presentation Boxes: Art Prints : Books :
THE ECLECTIC SNOWbear
Limited Crafts
I have yet to manifest and over come many of the behind-the-scenes hurtles in reaching my goal. The desire to finally step out and 'do it' was the biggest. Making 'things' isn't the hard part but getting them into the hands of a larger public has challenges I know I can meet. The goal I have set for myself is to participate in the Denton Arts and Jazz Festival come 2021. Set far enough to be obtainable with lost of hard work getting there. I need to make the items I want to sale, do Overtime at work and set money aside for fees and registrations, get a DBA making my assumed Company Name legal, acquiring a Sales Tax ID number for starts; then proceed to the festival requirements. A lot of work but the payoff rewards and satisfaction will be worth it. With my Retirement four years away at best, it'd be good to start planning for the post employment years doing my passion. I think my dad would be proud of me.
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Paypal INFORMATION
INVENTORY LIST: for The Eclectic Snowbear Productions
INVENTORY LISTING:
MAPS:
MA1 Texas Maps
MA2 Israel Maps
MA3 Nigeria Maps
MA4-01-35 Fantasy Maps: 01 Eriduah cities $35.00
MASKS:
MA2 Israel Maps
MA3 Nigeria Maps
MA4-01-35 Fantasy Maps: 01 Eriduah cities $35.00
MASKS:
JEWELRY:
PIPES:
BOXES:
ARTPRINTS:
BOOKS:
OAK MEADOWS: Nextdoor Neighbor
This post will be added to the more I explore that apartment's web site I just joined. There are some recommended places that I thought I would post here as LINKS:
ELECTRICIAN:
Ferguson Electric
PET SETTING:
Petz Sidekick Services
Rover
RESTURANTS:
Mi Taza Mexican Food
UPHOLSTERY:
Stitches and Staples Upholstery
(just noticed it as I'm new to the Nextdoor site).
________________________publish that
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COMING NEXT!!!
https://www.msn.com/en-us/tv/gallery/all-the-shows-hoping-to-be-the-next-game-of-thrones/ss-AAJ4Jvl?ocid=spartanntp&fbclid=IwAR03fb9vk5sbnUArQ-2rIZlS1C6QtW2enLDMHJjKAuYOgWxIDPTuY984C58
Watchmen, His Dark Materials, The Witcher,
Sandman, The Wheel of Time, The Watch, Shadow and Bone
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Watchmen, His Dark Materials, The Witcher,
Sandman, The Wheel of Time, The Watch, Shadow and Bone
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The Voynich Manuscript and the CODEX SEAPHINAUNS
THE ROYAL GAME OF UR
I made the game from scratch. A co-worker (Stephen Hines) gave me some scrape pieces. After repairing the cover on an old Bible I realized I had a really nice piece of deer skin left over. However it is very delicate and thin and tears very easily. I don't have tools and didn't make a block of wood so drew the 'board' on the skin and then attached it with spray glue to a padded synthetic cloth material.
THE Rules of Play>
Thinking back... to my trip
I was re-watching the video of my 2011 Colombian trip, and thinking back on all the amazing things that were so brief and now long ago. I knew then they were amazing. I knew then it would be over in a flash, and I knew then I wanted the essence of every moment to last; I'm thrilled and proud of myself for having gone and experienced such things without regret. Regret; wish I still had the hard earned and reason - teeth, they broke a few months later and have yet to be replaced.
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Thriyel: INSCRIPTIONS
NOTE TO SELF:
The actual BOOK OF KORALE was found in a Qumran LOST CAVE discovery in Israel. Enclosed in a chest with an Indus Script [[SEALS script]] Sumerian [[Dravidian languages]] and Nasilian [Text A] {This became the Rosetta Stone for Christopher Townsend's transliterated manuscript.}
INDUS deciphered?
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The actual BOOK OF KORALE was found in a Qumran LOST CAVE discovery in Israel. Enclosed in a chest with an Indus Script [[SEALS script]] Sumerian [[Dravidian languages]] and Nasilian [Text A] {This became the Rosetta Stone for Christopher Townsend's transliterated manuscript.}
INDUS deciphered?
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READ THESE
https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/shopping-books-movies-tv/44-books-everyone-should-read-in-their-lifetime/ss-AAD4JFU?ocid=spartanntp#image=2
QUESTIONS to ponder....
NOTE TO SELF...
scattering of brain storming thoughts...
How many panels are there? what are the measurement of each skin-panel? what is the collective length of the scroll and the cover wrap section? what was the length of the wrap around tie string of the scroll? and what was the length of the capped arrow quiver case that 'originally' held the scroll? how large was the hole where the case was buried? how large was the small alcove area at the rear of the cave? the fake wall of the rear of the cave was created how? how come no one else discovered the fake wall?
how does time travel work? She uses herbs mentioned in the priestly rituals; what herbs? Lucid dreaming? tie in? She appeared in the current/future time... just happened to be there? popped in? sound?
If Christopher uses the same method, and meets her in a lucid dream can he time travel backward as well??
What about Jacob and Stewart? They had the dreams... jumbled parts and their sharing gives a complete picture of the shared dreaming experience of "their" grandparent's meeting; what about the brothers - Were they reincarnations of Calan and Fayendar? how did they seen them in their dreams? were they visions of their own past lives???
scattering of brain storming thoughts...
How many panels are there? what are the measurement of each skin-panel? what is the collective length of the scroll and the cover wrap section? what was the length of the wrap around tie string of the scroll? and what was the length of the capped arrow quiver case that 'originally' held the scroll? how large was the hole where the case was buried? how large was the small alcove area at the rear of the cave? the fake wall of the rear of the cave was created how? how come no one else discovered the fake wall?
how does time travel work? She uses herbs mentioned in the priestly rituals; what herbs? Lucid dreaming? tie in? She appeared in the current/future time... just happened to be there? popped in? sound?
If Christopher uses the same method, and meets her in a lucid dream can he time travel backward as well??
What about Jacob and Stewart? They had the dreams... jumbled parts and their sharing gives a complete picture of the shared dreaming experience of "their" grandparent's meeting; what about the brothers - Were they reincarnations of Calan and Fayendar? how did they seen them in their dreams? were they visions of their own past lives???
THE RIVERSTONE DREAMS: Series
THE RIVERSTONE DREAMS: Part I
THRIYEL: The Legacy Tome
THE RIVERSTONE DREAMS: Part II
JACOB'S CATHARSIS: The Nephilim Age
A fantasy novel series by
David DeLane Snow
Part I
An epic, biblical-esk volume of eight books, canonized into a single collection.
Part II
The story about how the translation of an ancient text brought two long lost brothers together.
TNA NOTES to self
///////////////////The Dialogue of: The Book of Dreams: ////////////////////
My name is Miriam.
I live in the city of Uruk
I enjoy visiting the ford of the Branny River, it’s where I draw water for my family.
We do not live in the city but outside the walls in our tents as has always been our custom.
My mother told me nothing of my father.
He was a man of another family and wife, but loved her all the same on occasion.
He was not around when I was a suckling babe and a forgotten, unnamed memory in my youth.
I was the last Keeper of the Nasilian Skin Scroll;
that most cherished relic among the Bedouin people of Slavath.
After the war which destroyed so much, their Words fell to other carriers.
My grandmother’s mother, then down to me in turn.
Never before the devastation were women entrusted with the contents of the case.
We became the forgotten curriers of the Remembered’s silent-voice.
If you truly are beyond this sleeping realm of Krilleeos, then I give it to you.
After my husband’s father saw us through the great purge I buried the case.
Like the dead, I set upon its resting place the four-cornered eyes of the divine.
Concealed beside their Sea in its smallest chamber for you to find.
My father-in-law cursed the age we left, and Japheth knew not of the skins.
Four years after I buried our past my husband died;
a year and a day later I met you in Krilleeos.
If you …... shall know of the Nasil-Remembered;
that we will not be forgotten after the world’s purge either.
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Christopher went to see the gazebo but got there in time to see it collapsed by a bulldozer. On the other side of the rubble he saw the woman from his dreams.
Arlene asked Jacob, “Hun, wasn’t your grandmother’s name Ablgail? Jacob?”
His face had lost all expression as he huge eyes suddenly began squinted, she could tell his thoughts were perplexed, she asked again, “Jacob, your father, what was his wife’s name?”
Slowly turning to Steward, whose own jaw had gone lax as well, “Christopher’s second was Abigail. Father’s mother was ---.”
Steward answered, “Miriam.”
The Book of Dreams v-VIII
THE BOOK OF KINGS: THE TALE OF Moran (and Cora):
Moran was heading through the Bedouin encampment of Slavath. He and his wife Cora enjoyed bartering for goods like pottery and blankets. Cora’s mother, Mina was with their daughter Leah worshiping in one of the temples of Lindol, so they enjoyed their outing by themselves.
Turning to enter one of the many market-tents, Moran began fighting his way through palm tree leaves, entangling branches of fruit trees and the crowds of pushing and shoving people. The market was filled with screaming for this and everyone yelling for that. The entire camp was a drowning sea of chatter and noise. Out of all the bustle, pushing and shoving it was a wonder that Moran even felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Just as the fluttering wings of a hummingbird had stopped and landed on him the sound went mute. Moran was all alone in silence. Moran suddenly noticed he was seated at a Gazebo. In front of him, he recognized the whitewashed stone-model of the city of Mithar. The Map Garden and Mausoleum was in the other direction, near the citadel's southern gate. The torches were not lit, the winding stream and pool were filled with sand and all the plants of the park were leafless stalks that had been long dead debris. Overhead the skies were shimmering like embers rising from an evening fire. From the north boiling clouds were darkening with an approaching thunderstorm. A cold shudder ran through Moran like a shadow, even the bird was no longer on his shoulder. He was alone in the world. He stood to his feet in a panic, and upon whirling about saw the park was restored to its grandeur of beautiful greenery, flowing water fountains and flickering torches beneath brilliant blue skies. Standing at the entrance of the Map Garden was a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties that he had met in his dreams a few weeks earlier. She stood there smiling at him wearing a thin, white gown with the walls of Mithar as a backdrop. Her bright red hair was accented with yellow ribbon, and bangles adorned her ankles, “Hello, my friend. It is well seeing you again. I am pleased you are no longer displeased with me.”
“I was never upset with you, Miriam. I’m beyond happy you are alright,” Moran exclaimed!
“See here, soon you must stop where you are searching, my friend and look in the caves in the west, for there amid several jars shall you recover The Scroll of Dreams. I am sorry you lost your sons, but they will be the heirs of Thriyel.”
“Thriyel,” Moran was bewildered by everything she was saying, but mostly about the word.
“Legacy - my father’s lore, and more when you find it. But the Scroll and box of Searfym is lost to us all, I am saddened to say.”
Hoping to discuss these things possibly later, Moran felt compelled to ask her, “Miriam you said you had to die and that everyone else deserved it, but why?”
“To appease the angry demands of the just God.”
“God?”
“The Priest-King of Mithar has lead us all to our doom. See! For even now The White Prophet comes with the boiling heavens.”
Moran looked and up and through the blur of boiling blackness - he opened his eyes to his family gathered about a bed covered in pillows and several people he didn’t know. A bald man covered in facial tattoos, he knew to be Judge-Shadol, tribal ruler of Slavath. He told Moran, “You gave us all a fright thinking you had crossed over from the land of the living, my friend.”
“A camel kicked you to the ground, father, and you hit your head on a tent peg,” his daughter answered his bewildering question of why he had been sleeping for two hours.
Cora leaned in asking, “You weren’t dreaming about her again were you?”
“Something horrible is coming!”
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The Book of Dreams iv-VIII
THE BOOK OF JUDGES: THE TALE OF Laurance (and Norah):
Laurance found himself walking out of the darkness of arching, woven tree branches. Leaving the tunnel he came out into a wide snow-covered, woodland glade. A light snow flurry was still falling. Yet, amid the cascading flakes was a growing array of butterflies even as the white trees were slowly turning green before his eyes. He began holding his nose even as he continued to walk to the middle of the clearing. He could the snow crunching beneath his feet.
Behind him, a girl’s voice called out, “What are you doing?”
Turning about, he saw an ornately carved gazebo in the middle of the now snowless, green woods. With a nasal voice he answered the young woman in her teens, “Pinching my nose to see if I can breathe or not.”
“Can you,” she asked while pulling the hood back of her white cloak.
“Hum… yes. Ha, yep I’m dreaming. It’s one of those ‘reality checks’ in Lucid dreaming I read about,” he laughed knowing she wouldn’t understand.
“Lucid - never mind; it’s things like that which I find so interesting and different about you.” The teenager adjusted a leather strap that went was across her chest, “You were going to ask me something last time?”
Going up the three steps and taking a seat across from her he asked, “So, Miriam what are you carrying a tube?”
Bringing the case about and setting it across her lap, she answered, “It is a scroll and a very old one. It’s a precious thing in our family.”
With raised brows, the older man looked intrigued, “How interesting. What is it about, if I may ask?”
With her fingers she carefully slid a polished, pine wood peg through a smaller strap and began to remove the round cap from off the top of the arrow-quiver like device, “It’s our family history.”
Laurance leaned forward watching the red-headed young woman slowly remove a tight roll of yellowish-hide from the container, “Sounds fascinating.”
After she untied two long, wrap-around leather stripes, Miriam held it up and began unrolling the scroll for him to view the tattooed lettering, “This is the Irreplaceable Scroll of all my Mothers.”
His eyes darted about soaking up the details and texture of the material, saying, “It - it looks incredible; like - skin, what kind? Deer, sheep?”
In a solemn tone, she declared, “It’s made from the skin of all my mothers, which is why it’s called irreplaceable and is very precious.”
He quickly sat back on the gazebo’s wooden seat, “Sounds very morbid!”
“Mor-bid,” She didn’t understand the word?
“Disturbing interest in death,” he informed.
Rolling it back up, Miriam looked a little disappointed and hurt, “We all die, Laurance. Don’t you think your wife Norah wants to be remembered? Don’t you want your daughter Cora to remember who you were? Your stories and the heroic things you did in life?”
“Yes, of course, but - but we don’t keep or carry the skin of our dead with us. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I am not the one offended. Do you not even honor your dead loved ones or the rulers of your tribe,” she looked perplexed and interested.
“I suppose things work differently where I’m from. In this time period - “
She gave him a beautiful broad smile, “There is no time here in Krilleeos. All we have is this brief experience because this too shall pass and soon be forgotten. I’m happy to see you again.”
“Which is why you keep the tattooed skin of your people, I get it. I’m thrilled seeing you to; you’ve grown up so fast, Miriam.”
“Our mothers are very precious to us and it’s how we count the years of remembrance and the things worth holding on to.” Miriam smiled, watching the snow beginning to flurry again as butterflies appeared from them on the railing about the gazebo. “I was wondering where you were,” she said to one of the butterflies that turned into a hummer bird and sat on the man’s shoulder.
“Thank you for seeing me. I guess it’s time for you to die now,” he said and the light snow suddenly gave way to a torrential downpour of rain, and they were both standing on a deserted beach watching a ship off in the distance.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” she replied while wading out into the crashing waves.
The man woke up crying and very distraught as his bewildered wife tried to calm him back to his reality.
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