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Ara-non The Merchant

Ara-non The Merchant

   NADAN
 MEETS ARA-NON THE MERCHANT
  8 Ara-non visited a woman who lived in the tent city of Slavath.  She was the wife of camel herder named, Ha-lam.  2 Ara-non had seduced the woman, Za-Elle with flattering words, and she had secretly invited him for more than words.
   3 At night she opened the door of her tent, wearing only thin veils, and greeted him with warm embraces of her own.  4 Ha-lam was not home, and their bed lay empty and cold.  Za-Elle seduced the man who was not her husbandman with the dancing-flattery that only a woman can do.  5 These became touches and more upon her bed covers where she led him.  Soon they knew one another, even though they did not belong to each other.  Their passions found new discoveries.  6 After sometime, Za-Elle i rose up, saying to him, “Lie here till I return, my love.  I must attend my daughter before she awakes in the next room.”
   7 Moments later the naked woman came and lay with him as before, enjoying the company of one another’s burning lust.  Near dawn Ara-non dressed and returned to his life in the city of Lindol, down the road from Slavath.   8 Three day later, Za-Elle sent word, an invitation for another night, as before.  Seven such did they share, forgetting the world about them.  Instead of an eighth, Za-Elle  sent word, “Never again.”
  9  Eight years passed without news, not even a random meeting of her.  2 Ara-non, the seller of wares continued as before.  He would leave his home near Lindol’s northern wall and pushing his cart down the cobbled streets.  3 He ventured to the Adjoining Gate, which separated Lindol from the city of Mithar.  Two hours before noon, and two hours after noon everyday were the gates left opened for the people to freely travel as they chose.  4 For at Mithar’s southern arched gateway a great market sprang up, drawing the people from everywhere to gather news and barter their goods.
   10 One day as Ara-non set out his jewelry cart of silver rings, woven bracelets, beaded earrings, shell necklaces, and images of the gods and goddesses; a strange chain of events changed his life forever. 
   2 While selling idols in the market square of Lindol a young girl came to Ara-non.  She said nothing but only watched him with others.  Turning to her, the merchant asked, “Would you care to trade for the image of Ulmo, god of the sea?”
   3 The girl gave no answer.
   4 Again, Ara-non asked her, “Ah, perhaps a lamp to recall the blessed light of the goddess Yevonna?”
   5 The girl of fifteen years smiled, but gave no sign of interest in his wares.  Finally, she spoke, “I am Eana-lyn of Kathos.”
   6 Ara-non stood still.
  7 Eana-lyn broke his silence, seeing his smiling eyes recognized her name, “Yes, my mother was Za- Elle of Slavath.”
   8 A wondering look came upon his face.
   9 The girl continued, “I remember seeing you love my mother three different times in the night.  They were secret meetings, which my mother swore me to tell no one.  I never did.
   10 “I remember seeing you on occasion in the temple as well; offering incense and prayers to Eru.  One time you even picked me up as a child, while my mother gave coins to the Mitharian Priests at their gate.
   11 “There were many times I caught my mother stealing glances in search of you, but you never saw us watching you from afar.”  Eana-lyn smile at the remembrance.
   12 “How -,” Ara-non began to ask.
   13 “How is she,” Eana-lyn asked in place of him.
   14 “Yes,” He confirmed.  “How is she and your father?”
   15 “My father – Ha-lam – is not well…”
   16 “I am sorry to –” Ara-non began, but the girl continued with, “My father has not been well ever since -.”  17 She removed a bracelet and handed it over to the jewelry merchant to inspect.  He knew very well the knotted, yellow and red beaded wristlet, for its distinctive woven-pattern was his own.         18 The man’s heart sank as his eyes welled up with tears.
   19 “My mother always told me that if anything ever – “
   20 “I know.  When? How,” He cried, listening to her answer?
   21 “My mother always bought fresh fish, caught at the port of Kathos.  I am still unsure what she enjoyed more, the dress stalls or riding her horse southward to get there.
   22 “Seven weeks ago… a snake crossed the path, throwing her from her horse.  Hours later other travelers found her on the road where she had fallen.”
   23 The man’s face suddenly showed his age.  He was consumed with grief, “Eana-lyn, my deepest sorrow could never tell you how sorry I am.”  24 The loss was a crushing blow to old man.
   25 A few moments later, the young girl smiled again, asking, “I myself am to be a bride unto Joel, a fishmonger in Kathos, in three months times.  26 Joel looks at me the same way my mother did you from afar.  So, tell me truthfully Ara-non, had Za-Elle not belonged to my father, would you - ?”
   27 He interrupted her with, “Six-teen winters ago I felt the very sorrow your father does now, sweet one.  For the next ten thousand years shall I morn your mother’s passing.” 28 His was a broken smile.
   29 Before she turned to leave, Eana-lyn said, “I always had great affection for you Ara-non, for the love I saw you had for my mother.  She cared deeply for you, in her own way these many years.”  As she turned and left, the merchant noticed something strange happen.
   11 Several.... 

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NOT because of me...

I can't do anything. I am weak, slow, foolish, and fight with my inner man daily... But I know there is someone greater and better than all the self-lies and doubts and excuses and reasons ever devised... 
....{MY TESTIMONY}.... I had drifted away from attending the Kingdom Hall meetings as everyone in my family had fallen away from 'the truth'. I started dating a Baptist girl, we got married, and had a baby; so I started going back to the meetings. I decided to finally get baptized after having been raise for 13 years as a Jehovah's Witness; everyone in my family had already been baptized but me. The topic of refusing blood came up and my new wife was livid, absolutely furious with me when I said our new baby would have to die rather than accept blood. My Baptist wife told me, "I don't care what you do, but that child is half mine and I will fight to save all of her! Don't ever tell me anything again from your books. ONLY from the Bible." It was THEN, for the first time in my entire life I realized I had never actually "read" The Bible before. For two years I used Biblical Genealogy as my personal study guide. I compared verse by verse study, and from cover to cover read the entire Bible nine times within two years!!! NO ONE studied with me; No Ministerial Servant, no Elder, No Deacon, No Pastor, not even my wife! I - ME _ I dug out the gems of The Bible alone for myself in two years and found Jesus Christ to be Jehovah and the Holy Spirit moved like no manipulating man ever could. You want to know THE TRUTH? Read the BIBLE - alone. The Bible alone will teach you; shut up and listen and you WILL hear GOD's voice; THAT is a promise, from someone who has "been there and done that".
Just know a crisis WILL happen, something only you and you alone will face. NO ONE can tell you or make you study with the conviction of a "broken heart", you will be the ONLY person to know "when" to search for GOD. But I will make you this utter solid promise [and bank on this from a person who NEVER promises anything!] I promise GOD will answer and never let you down, "when" (not if) you seek him. May not be today, it may even be four years from now, after you've screwed up your life worse; but bank on it THE TRUTH alone is found in JESUS not some corrupt publishing book company only out to get control of your money and robotic life with no interest, concern nor love for you like only HE can. Blessings on you!!!!
No one can force Jesus on you. No one can "change" you. LOL Like that can ever happen. When you find - you've "screwed up" every choice you could ever could is usually at that point when we "pray" someone takes over. I have tried to commit suicide four different times and every time I came back from that brink to realize I need him ever more. When you [ realize ] we ourselves and no one else screws up our lives and in the depths of the core of who we are - ONLY GOD can heal, accept and build. Only then when we look back over our healed lives do we slowly begin to see that "change" is only found in him!!!! I am nothing and have so far still to go in reaching that High Calling.... LOL LOL but ... at least I am listening again.

LOL



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Delaine restored

For years this was the only picture I ever had of the man I was named after.  My mother's father: Delaine D. Townsend.  My grandfather's overly 'yellow' picture was the only idea I had of his appearance.  I never knew him as he passed away when I was but an infant. I was able to locate a better version of it, and then do some repairs in Photoshop, and slight "enhancement".  Then I found a better one all together on Ancestry!!!






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HISTORY HAS A FUTURE


My Darkness

Being called “Deedee” use to make me crash
A spiraling dark depression wrapped in blackness
A sadness that triggered behaviors of anger
A child shouldn’t be so traumatized
Sore throbbing ear pain from infections
A deafness unhealed into adulthood
A mother lost to blurred numbness of unknown
They argued, they were apart, we were alone
Those days are a thousand years behind me
Old pictures make it rush into my heart
A breaking flood of overwhelming emotions
Don’t call me Deedee, don’t drown me into sorrow
I turn my deaf ear to such emotions these days
I lay to rest those dark demons
Pictures are just that, forgotten memories
Of loss and childhood pain.


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Naja

   There was a dog that ate his owner’s shoes one day. The man loved his dog very much and had other shoes as well. But the particular shoes the dog had chewed on were his favorite pair of boots, and were most prized. They were knee-high, crafted from rare hides, and most difficult to come by. To Naja, they were an irreplaceable memento.
   Naja had made a friend of a dwarf named Dwal-keth. Dwal-keth had worked on a fishing vessel for eighteen months in order to gain enough coin for a return trip to his homeland. He greatly desired for Naja to join, and stand beside him on his wedding day. Dwal-keth said, “You, my friend must be my guest, and witness the glory of Mount Jebul, and meet my bride to be. Refusal is not an option, as all your expenses are mine alone!” It was a most uncanny thing indeed for a dwarf to be parted from his gold. Thus was the blinding bliss of love, even upon a dwarf.
   So, it was an amazing experience for Naja to venture to the far eastern realm of mountain dwellers beyond Kinderval. Even though it was Dwal-keth wedding, he lavished his friend Naja with many thank you gifts; and the antelope-skin boots were one of them. The gifted boots were a reminder of his friendship with Dwal-keth, and Medwa his new wife. To the poor teacher, it had been a once-in-a-life-time excursion, a dream come true for Naja.


   Naja’s dog, Thaygon, had been the man’s pet since it was a puppy, and he was very angry over the destruction of his prized gift. Yet, the man only saw playfulness in the dog’s eyes. So, Naja ignored his dog. Out of fear that his anger would crest beyond rage, he gave Thaygon no attention and left him home alone.
   Naja was a teacher in the port city of Mithar. He taught the children of the outcast, those who lived beyond the great vine-covered walls. Many people had tried to gain entrance into Mithar, but her cultic priest had devised elaborate rituals in an effort to keep control of their city. Those who could not master the complexities of their ever changing rites and doctrines were not allowed beyond the gates and called outcast. Numerous of the infirmed, too lame to care for themselves or dim-witted were looked down upon and not accepted as righteous ones. These were the very ones Naja felt compelled to teach basic life skills unto. For some had been thusly condemned since birth or abused and unloved or brutally crippled in their minds. They were all beyond healing measures. The children were viewed as street rats and lived at the gates as beggars. Naja struggled to teach them to rise above their station.

   The teacher’s dog always accompanied him at the gate, for his poor students were uplifted and encouraged at his playfulness; but not that day. Naja was too upset with Thaygon and punished him with being left alone at home. Upon returning to his house, the man found his dog overjoyed and eager for attention. It was then Naja came to realize than even fur-people were more important that even the most prized of possessions, like fancy boots.

CHANGE IS COMING

I feel it in the air
more than Fall's biting breeze of
Winter's threat of falling temps.

The reality of passing time,
more than just a new president
of shifting politicals winds

Maybe it's me who sees differently;
less before than behind of what is gone
what's left yet to be done?

The irons in the fire are ripe
soon the picking will begin anew
and some may recall when I'm gone.

NAME SAKE



  These were the two men that I was 'named after.  John "DAVID" Snow was my dad's grandfather, and "DeLaine" D. Townsend was my mother's father.  Hence "David" "DeLane" SNOW, (my historic surname).

    John David was called "J.D." but most of the time he just went by Dave. Having grown up in a less populated area than by today's standards; he lived among the Native American Indians, gained a lot of respect and experience.  He was remembered for his humorous stories and strength of character.  He was such an excellent land surveyor that he could walk off a parcel of land, and after and more accurate measurements were taken he would be right on point!  During the 1930's his family and extended in-laws lived in tents, and roamed about the Texas, New Mexico area.

   DeLaine had only the letter "D" for a middle initial, "D" did not stand for anything, at least known to anyone.  He was called by the nickname -- "D".   DeLaine was known to be a very kind, intelligent man who could be a fierce and loyal friend.  While living in Irving, Texas during the 1950's he was employed as an Inspector for Bell Aircraft Corporation.  Highly skilled and a mathematician.  His favorite drink was Vodka.


   When I was a child I was called "D. D." (Dee Dee), in reference to DeLaine's namesake.  But since it was a "childhood thing" and (at the time I could never place the emotional negativeness I felt), I came to abhor being called by it.  So much was my dislike of the nickname that I would burst out in aggressive behaviors to anyone who called me it. To this day no one is allowed to call me that as I refuse to respond.  There were so many 'Davids' at work that I started having people address me by my other name.  Yet, my co-workers (for some reason) can never seem to pronounce my middle name correctly; sounding with an extra "e" at the end.  So I dropped the letter "i".


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