blogs are to boastful for my complete attention. *so i will try storytelling.
Unearthed.( the history of histories)
In all their are twelve towers . built upon the twelve highest points on our forming planet. The sound of elephants and other powerful beast of burden echo louder than the sounds of the warning trumpets.
with the help of the elephants clan mother we secured the means and power to pull down these towers of babble. one by one the giant ivory and stone towers collapsed atop of them a beam of light shines to the heavens . but with the strongest rope the navy has to offer and the yolks of our allies from the other side. we tore down the towers with elephants in tug .
the noise from within the collapsing towers were as if 5 of our great languages were combined into one beautiful and elegant noise , with the power to imprint not only symbols for thought, but true emotional connection to the source of the frequency its self. to define and have complete understanding of any subject at hand . the known concrete information of the universe summed up in one elegant spoken phrase. understandable to all who hear .
once the twelve towers go down, the frequency is shattered and the noise emitting from the stone is in the dialect and culture of the area of the tower its self. norwegian . peruvian . egyptian. greek. turkish.eastern europe. mid russian . tibetian. and so on and so on like a risk board. culture builds around these hubs of broken information . stewards of the fallen towers become the shamans and priests of the society around them showing the people how to , grow , hunt , survive in the region they inhabit. with the babble towers gone society closes its self off and becomes self independent. forming great and brutal armies .
each with a common and hidden agenda . practice your slaying among your self's and get good at it . because one day the ones who built the towers will return to find out why . and we will be ready for them.
Alexander emerges from the wooded clearing . alone he stands atop a beautiful plateau overlooking eden.
as he looks down to gaze upon its holy site . Just behind him a few paces back. all the free men and warriors of Greece line in file across the freshly cut sacred forest of deep India. Alexander squints. only to see flying slender humans in heavy armor leap up into the air with their landing place square in the middle of his troops . the order is given.
" Stand your ground men. And fire your arrows true to sight. Don't sin! These angels we face are void of might. And cant win. That as free men you were bread to fight. Must I tell you again . We will conquer this night! Once and again."
.............
thats all i got in me for now i am dead tired .
part two soon i hope
i am thinking thor, hercules, buddha , and everyones favorite J.C. Savior himself Christ Jesus everybody. hope to enjoy . .
and what does it mean to be a son of the gods?
*(if you stumbled across this yarn by accident just be aware i am just trying to get some ideas going in my head for a project . it will get weird and bastardly insane so the content does not represent the true nature of the author...arthur...well me .)
Unearthed.( the history of histories)
In all their are twelve towers . built upon the twelve highest points on our forming planet. The sound of elephants and other powerful beast of burden echo louder than the sounds of the warning trumpets.
with the help of the elephants clan mother we secured the means and power to pull down these towers of babble. one by one the giant ivory and stone towers collapsed atop of them a beam of light shines to the heavens . but with the strongest rope the navy has to offer and the yolks of our allies from the other side. we tore down the towers with elephants in tug .
the noise from within the collapsing towers were as if 5 of our great languages were combined into one beautiful and elegant noise , with the power to imprint not only symbols for thought, but true emotional connection to the source of the frequency its self. to define and have complete understanding of any subject at hand . the known concrete information of the universe summed up in one elegant spoken phrase. understandable to all who hear .
once the twelve towers go down, the frequency is shattered and the noise emitting from the stone is in the dialect and culture of the area of the tower its self. norwegian . peruvian . egyptian. greek. turkish.eastern europe. mid russian . tibetian. and so on and so on like a risk board. culture builds around these hubs of broken information . stewards of the fallen towers become the shamans and priests of the society around them showing the people how to , grow , hunt , survive in the region they inhabit. with the babble towers gone society closes its self off and becomes self independent. forming great and brutal armies .
each with a common and hidden agenda . practice your slaying among your self's and get good at it . because one day the ones who built the towers will return to find out why . and we will be ready for them.
Alexander emerges from the wooded clearing . alone he stands atop a beautiful plateau overlooking eden.
as he looks down to gaze upon its holy site . Just behind him a few paces back. all the free men and warriors of Greece line in file across the freshly cut sacred forest of deep India. Alexander squints. only to see flying slender humans in heavy armor leap up into the air with their landing place square in the middle of his troops . the order is given.
" Stand your ground men. And fire your arrows true to sight. Don't sin! These angels we face are void of might. And cant win. That as free men you were bread to fight. Must I tell you again . We will conquer this night! Once and again."
.............
thats all i got in me for now i am dead tired .
part two soon i hope
i am thinking thor, hercules, buddha , and everyones favorite J.C. Savior himself Christ Jesus everybody. hope to enjoy . .
and what does it mean to be a son of the gods?
*(if you stumbled across this yarn by accident just be aware i am just trying to get some ideas going in my head for a project . it will get weird and bastardly insane so the content does not represent the true nature of the author...arthur...well me .)