Radiant Daggers

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Fortenbraw dost hein fergose nacht sheol tolk

Feign trauph naught lei nein solken begat

Keindlerlorgin sluetmein Hanz

Eerinin roltan lei

Nein kloften braw.

Hein sholt regatin,

Bewolfen tau

Freulin tau

Lein hail martem begatts woben gtotten frau

Deargodbekindandhavemercyupontheirsouls.

Thine path hast beneath his mercy trotten

Kindred folk come hither and join

As cavalry of knights

March to battle’s fury

Andinhonorandglorypraisehisname

For ‘tis such… quel est votre dernier mot?

Il est juste la mercen kroften

Il est le Waheb-el-Hemat

Il est…

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My father was dying…
He had returned after twenty-five years from Japan, to die at home.
On his deathbed he had one request from me:
“Be gentle with my friend in Tokyo…,” as he scribbled her name with teary eyes.

I hadn’t heard about this friend previously.
In fact I had not heard much about my father’s life while growing up.
I grew up imagining the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, separating me from my father.
I grew up learning the meaning of infinite void while I searched for a father’s love…

After his death,
I took the scribbled name he had written with his trembling hands,
And resolved to find her.
I flew to Tokyo.

Upon arrival at Narita Airport I found myself in a sea of Kanji and Hiragana
And quickly learned to swim to a hidden out-of-the-way rinjin.
There, I found a weathered wooden gate wounding a white-washed wall,
And rang the doorbell.

4:00 PM, no one was home, I thought, and was about to leave
When I heard wooden clogs shuffle along hard pavement behind the door.
My breath caught. I stopped, and turned back around,
And stared at the door with all my strength.

The door opened with a soft wooden whisper,
And revealed a beautiful woman with onyx eyes and graying hair.
She looked at me bewildered, not a word passing her lips,
And collapsed in my arms.

We spent the days visiting tea houses,
And looking at ancient koi,
And watching raindrops splatter on lotus leaves,
Until it was time to leave.

“Here, all this is yours.  Take it all, I have no need for anything,” she said.
I asked her to take me to his den library.
It was a room lined with books from floor to ceiling, lit by a bank of north light.
The room smelled of moths and even older thoughts eating the Turkish rug.

One book struck me the most…
It was by a man named Vladimir Nabokov,
Speak, Memory.
And it was the only possession of my father I brought back with me.

That evening I left her with her graying memories.
Upon our farewell she took the train back from Narita,
And I flew to San Francisco,
Over the Pacific Ocean, even deeper than a child’s imagination.

Mid-flight, in the dim cabin light, with sleeping passengers all around me,
All of us hurtling forty thousand feet above a dark ocean,
I opened the book to chapter 2,
And learned about the color of letters…

-Iliad A. Terra

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So I imagine I’m the sad little boy and you’re the flower…
Fascinated as I’m with your light… and you fascinated with me looking at you?

Or should I imagine that I’m blessed with your beauty and you have imprisoned me…

Or perhaps you are alone and so you’ve learned to shine so that you can see me see you…

Or maybe, just maybe, you’re a sad little flower, the last flower on earth.

Perhaps we go round each other, you and me, me and you…
With love so true the world is new…
Alas, were it so…
So I sing you these words so blue.

-Iliad

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Lion: ………….Emperor

Hawk:  ……….General

Wolf: …………..Hunter

Rabbit: ………..Pacifist

Serpent: ………Priest

Raven: …………Crier

Sheep: …………Masses

Act I

A terrace overlooking the promontory where war’s theater is forming.

Enters Lion

LION.  ‘Tis indeed the Witching hour.

HAWK.  Aye, your majesty.

LION.   War is but Foreign Policy,

This I have made a decree,

While some call it heresy –

RABBIT.  There are always alternatives.

Must we act as warmongers,

Always doom’s harbingers?

HAWK.  Such doom and gloom you speak.

Your hypocrisy renders you weak

While verily of blood you reek!

Art thou not “hawk” to the meek

Whose flesh you daily seek?

Your ill-formed council silent keep!

LION.  Do make haste, kind Rabbit,

Tell Raven to sound the trumpet,

And lay the crimson carpet,

Drenched for my Knights’ banquet

Served with Serpent’s blessed feast.

RABBIT.  Your Majesty.

Exits Rabbit

HAWK.   How shall we harness the carnage?

The sheep are still in bondage!

LION.  How your heart trembles,

Your resolute resolve crumbles.

Compose yourself at once

Before the war council assembles.

Have you forgotten of my dear friend

Hunting free beyond the river’s end?

Enters Wolf

LION.  Sir, to my humble court welcome.

The awaited moment hast come

To serve your beloved kingdom.

Return from your solitary quest,

And herd the sheep at my behest,

To my abattoir’s unquenchable lust.

The Raven shall cry your name thrice.

And for your noble act of sacrifice,

You shall name your deserved price.

WOLF.  Sire, you impress me with your graciousness,

But I devour streams of consciousness,

Which I hunt at the fringes of thy awareness.

To slaughter you lead your sheep, I witness;

Falsely borne on my noble name, such cowardice;

Yet to form you with my vision, indeed priceless!

LION.  My dear friend you speak in riddles,

Your logic my regal burden befuddles,

Yet your service is worthy of my highest medals.

I now thank thee, and take my leave,

Lest kind Rabbit in our accord meddles.

Exeunt Lion and Hawk

WOLF.  Hark, I stand alone upon this promontory,

Canst thou not hear the drums of history?

A lavish feast is the heart of this story.

-Iliad Alexander Terra

0500 hrs:

LOL calls me, “did you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“They have taken the bone marrow, sucked the crust dry, the earth is shuddering, bled – they are murdering Gia!!”

“Calm down LOL –“

“No!  This is insane! And they call Joe insane! Damn them, damn them all to the hell…they have created –  they have murdered our world…”

LOL was talking about the advent of the paradigm shift, the battlefront of the next flood, the quantum shift in the matrix of our illusions, controlled by the matrix masters.

0505 hrs:

I turn on the television, and there it is… Germantown, north of Potomac, caving in…  Thousands of folks are inundating the phone lines, clogging the emergency services, asking the “authorities” for help, comfort… etc.  all that mammalian Sheeple blah-bah-bah…

0800 hrs:

The President makes light of the quake during his BP Spill briefing at the White House.

“No, I did not feel a thing,” he chuckles.

Meanwhile, far above the earth, satellites are collecting Geomagnetic data, triangulating the progress of the Hollow Earth Mission, dubbed BP Oil Spill.

The mobile HAARP units are placed on active alert.  Deep Core Thermal Energy drilling has now entered its delta phase.

0810 hrs:

The Trilateral Commission filters and disseminates controlled leaks to the middle management during an impromptu press release at the C Hall of Council on Foreign Relations building a few blocks away.  My friend Anya is there to announce the speakers.

Somewhere off 47^th street, Manhattan, top floor, non-descript, key Bilderberg directors maneuver their asset holdings and strategy for the axial shift portal of the galactic realignment.

They are briefed that the ignition of Saturn is now entering its final phase. 13 Downing Street is conducting the sat conference.  the young Merovingian prince is cloaked in purple robe, he will be the 13th prince, the Aquarius challenger to Mahdi.

While our Sunday star is now entering its prolonged solar minimum cycle, the new Saturday Illuminati group will ignite Saturn as the new radiant source.  Currency must flow through the system.

Is Ra El battle is afoot.  Isis is still in command.   The bow-shot was 911, presided over by the Order of the 33^rd Degree, as a mechanism of controlled social herding and conditioning in preparation for adapting to the new refined and evolved light energy index.

1400 hrs:

Valya is pissed off at the French fools!  As old as time… The French have always been a thorn on the side of the Russkies, but Italians are the Russian soul…

“Ilya, did you cause the quake?  Did you?  Tell me!”

“…Yes”

Flesh must and will fade, the homeless have the force with them, the insane are the savants, their mind not imprisoned by the norm and structure of constructed delusions.

Zero-infinity hundred hours:

The place is now here / no where / center of there is here, all points have converged, as there was no point ever…

1+1 = 0,   no longer 1+1 will equal 3.  Beautiful duality collapses into monism.  The phone lines fall silent, the EMS services are rendered moot, the streets fade.  In a flash God…

In a flash God recognizes itself as itself and the need to know itself ceases as there is no self to be known, and the cycle begins again only it never ever began.

Yet… there are two star-struck warriors, Valya and Ilya, now stars with radical motility, structuring light ray and sound wave energies into a new spiral RNA…  Creators of the true illuminated warriors…

-Iliad Alexander Terra