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BAD Nukes Coming!!!
Embattled Israeli leader faces tough task fighting nuke deal
"Israel is not bound by this deal with Iran because Iran continues to seek our destruction," he said. "We will always defend ourselves."
Yoaz Hendel, a former Netanyahu spokesman, said Tuesday's deal marked a "big failure" for his former boss. But he said some of the criticism was unfair, saying the U.S. had acted to protect its own interests and even at times of warm relations, past prime ministers have lost important diplomatic battles with American presidents.
"I'm not sure a personal relationship and personal feelings would change anything," he said.
THE STAFF
The Priest Vethdema was injured in a fall
one day. After he fell down the stairs
of Varlendur he cut a thin branch from an orchid tree and used it as a
staff. Thereafter he walked with a limp
in the right foot. The orchid staff was
passed to the successor, Nolmithlon.
Upon his death bed, Nolmithlon cut a braided lock of Vethdema’s hair;
later he fashioned it to the staff. The third
priest, Aeradreth did the same with Nolmithlon’s braided hair and all those who
followed in his footsteps. All of the
priest thereafter wore a single braided strain on their left side in honor of Vethdema,
the first High Priest of Mithar.
It was also Aeradreth who cut and polished
the great spiraled trench into the wood grain of the staff. He embellished the spiral grove with the
sigils of the Priest’s House, and their names were written in Sinenya. The script thereafter was used only by the
priesthood. It was Malladek who carved
the top of the staff, and his successor Nal Kahass who wrote The Blessing verse
atop the raised spiral rib. The sixth
priest was Shayna and he wrote the verse and designed at the base. The seventh priest, Yelomen carved the hoof
at the bottom tip, thus completing the embellishments of the staff.
Just as the Scepter belonged to the King
this staff belong to the High Priest and became the symbol of The Priesthood. Each priest wore a white vest-tail in front,
this was sashed, and a heavy dark-blue robe was worn over this. Such was the
dress and manner of his office. Each
priest added prayers and rituals and devised new aspects of ceremonies for the
formal occasions so the people would be ever mindful to the times and seasons
worthy to be recalled.
The Day of Eru, (The One) was the third day
to the third week of the third month of the year. No formal work was allowed, by order of the
king and a day of rest to remember that God was above the King, and the king
was to favor his people on this day.
Feast and royal stores were freely opened up unto the people.
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
MITHAR's Morning Pray
It had become the practice of the priest to
burn inscense in the Great Meeting Hall of Mithar early in the morning
hours. Just before day break the priest
would open its great door and ceremoniously chant songs about the Great
Departure. Lamenting prayer began the
morning call to prayer for the city. At
the first call the people would stand where ever they were found walking, or
called to rise from their slumber if in bed; and face the twin peaks of the Bay
of Luhun.
“Beyond the Sun and Moon peaks
far from the
rim of the world
our departed
kin are forever
remembered lost
from us.
Hope we do ring out our bell
and beacon
light shone forth
the way back
to us may they
someday welcomingly
return.”
THE WALL OF SHROUDS
The offspring of the Watchers continued
their rituals and invented more; they in turn wore dark blue robes as a
memorial to those ancient fathers.
Three weeks after the passing of the last Watcher,
Brath Boarland the Smith fashioned from beaten brass the likeness of the
Watchers. He depicted them shrouded and
bound with cords in their burial robes as they were upon their funeral
pyres. With great ceremonial pomp the circumstance
of the installation of those panels was most momentous. Lining the inner walls of the Great Hall, the
shrouded figures covered up the intricate dwarven designs. Lamps had to be brought into that darkened
chamber for the mithrel silver and gold inlaid walls no longer brightened on
their own.
A year and a day after the shrouded figures
lined the walls of the Great Halls, a solemn ceremony saw the Watcher’s Urn
carried with two poles up to the tower heights of Varlendur’s many steps. Within that tower’s fifth floor the Urn
resided as a mystery, for few thereafter beheld its detailed wonder. In time rituals and songs about it were devised,
and only the elite came to see it.
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
NUTHORLAN
On the ninth day after Legandriel’s passing
a new king rose to power. The scepter,
ring and crown of Mithar were presented to Lord Nuthcorlan as the king. It came as no surprise to the remaining
Watchers and growing numbers of those allowed to reside behind the great walls
that he would be the one. The people had
great and genuine affections upon him.
Nuthcorlan and Legandriel were as
inseparable as shadows. Each was
faithful brothers one to the other as their friendships had been forged in the
depths of the Great War. Nuthcorlan had
served as adviser to the one he now replaced as king.
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
WATCHER'S BOOK
...
THE TALE OF FAYENDAR
( I )
He fled his
father’s home
for the
adventures of self-discovery
under the
banner of a new king
who sought
an elven realm afar.
Yet feeling
betrayed to anger his
elder brother
Calan pursued
the younger
Fayendar with might of arms
of his own,
to came against in strife
those rebellious
freedom seekers heading east.
A great
departure of their own
ancient forefathers
had seen many
sail beyond
the rim of the world
from the
eternal lands of their
precious living-fair
undead.
Those who
remained behind did
fashion a
new society of dreamers,
teachers and
leaders of lesser men,
those weaker
sons of Adam
who survived
the gore of war.
From that
lot of the frail
disenchanted
ones of great loss
Fayendar,
like Nadan before him,
sought only
truth and a higher calling
more than rote
ritual of vain ways.
Taking sides
with his bitter dying father
Calan
scorned Fayendar for leaving
under the
banner of one called
king, by his
own force of will was
uncrowned by
Mithar’s Nephilim sons.
Yet
Varlenfay proved his wrath against
the trolls
and boars that fell
upon Lindol
and its desolation
by which he
gained his fame of might.
For from the
Iron Hills north they came
with vengeance
unknown with brutal
force upon
their wild boar steads
the stench
of trolls made their havoc.
Nine hundred
fell that day yet by
Valenfay’s
swift blade nine hundred
were saved
and called him king
of valor as
the Mithar aided not their case.WATCHER'S BOOK
...
SONGS OF GALADIR (For Lord Symordare)
Come now and
remember the Dead,
For he loved
life to its fullest,
breathing in
adventures grave and small.
Many paths
and lives he wove,
Among the
fabric of his own;
A tapestry
of interest and caring,
a life of
seeking and sharing.
To remember
him is to recall
Yourself,
for we all, here shared
In some
brief measure, a smile
before his
passing joy and days.Watcher's Book
..
The Sigh
A frail and
brief thing
It is this
thing called life,
held together
by a tenuous faint line.
Love is high
in excitement
As lustful
passions do race
Yet even it
fades in time.
Eager days
of youth burns
Fast its
candle at both ends
With the
breath of eternity.
Through foresight
of experience
And wisdom’s
repeated play
The aged
reap the rewards of longevity.
If only the
most elderly among us
Could embrace
the vitality of
Bygone days
without death; what joy.
The sorrow
of regret is to miss
Clarity, before
embarking into
The harsh
lessons of the undoable.
The shame of
failure is that
Achievements
grasp are lost to
In the distractions
of the heart.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Yet; on Facebook (which sends out Birthday notices) I seem to have gotten "missed". Which is more meaningful: (A) "WOW, Is that a new dress you have? Looks great!" -or- (B) "Did you even notice my dress?" I think "A" is more meaningful. Sure you get the compliment afterward the question, but "being noticed" "being REMEMBERED" is the point. Happy Birthday may seem trite and over used or outdated by 52; even for someone like me who isn't a great fan of "parties". But "being remembered" is always a good thing.
Guess I'm rambling or venting about nothing. But it's my nothing. I got a text from a friend who remembered; it set my whole day with excitement. It's nice being "not forgotten". Sigh. I know some day (don't know when), I will die like all men and like my fathers before me; but it would be nice to be "remembered" - even in this life.
I guess I'm turning a new milestone corner. Believe it or not I really don't "worry" about all the things I use to. Youth was spent in a haze of constant doom and gloom filled thoughts; much of that is so behind me. Entering my 50s. Feeling old and ancient; yet there is a reinvention of self and a renewing of this Next Phase of my existence. To be remembered; what is it that I will be remembered for? Everyone will have a different answer to that one question, I have no control of the answers, because all of them will be correct. But would they be recalls that I would wish as my legacy? All I can do, all we can do is live in the moment of today and strive it is better and built upon the lessons learned from past mistakes.
Maybe I do care after all. . . .
I'm kicking myself over nothing. maybe im afraid ive contributed nothing to be remembered for. maybe im feeling old. maybe i wish id had a better upbringing, one with more celebration "like everyone else" maybe im not worth remembering... feeling blue today.....
sometimes i fight inside to feel "happy", sometimes I fight to see myself as "the good things" others say about me. sometimes i tell myself others are right, "fake their smile" and it will become how i view myself. i havent felt this "blue" in a vry long time.
thanks... ive never understood why people do; seriously, but ... thank you... old feelings seeping in... not feeling good today... if people really honestly knew how much i fake smiling. i dont get a lot of people's jokes, feel like i miss so many social comments, havent seen even a quarter of all the movies people talk about, I constantly feel "in the dark". im a master of nothing, not ever a jack. im trying to learn my new job title at work and insecurely behind the learning curve of every aspect of everything. i really hate that some people view me as a bigoted gay-hater; which im not, lol every gay i kno personally are the most amazing, creative and intelligent people id love to emulate and immensely admire! My DNA brain wiring has been so strongly infused with things; just who i am. im fighting darkness right now and if you only knew an aroma of what that even meant *sigh* really thinking strongly about just droppinig Facebook altogether
.....if people only knew how much i cry to myself, theyd be amazed...
thinking about just deleting my Blogs altogether...
*sigh*
blue is not the right color today... maybe just "void black" is better.
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