First Round at the Market Tavern

The Kingdom of Prester John

So here I go: slave S L A V E: let's make it mean something else:

S: is for Sowilo: the Sun; the sky god of ancient times, who rises and sets in the shape of an Ourobourus and spends three days each year in the lands of the dead, reachable by calculating the dawn from the alters of the world; on the date of the winter solstice; and has behind it the basis of our earliest ancestors religious minds...

L: Laguz: man at forty five degrees on the 360 degree ellipsis of earth, and a great base from which to begin the experiments with the Vigviser as a starting place, man...earth.

A for Ansuz the first and most powerful of all the runes, Odins' personal moniker, the most prolific vowel and the set point for any spells associated with it, and my ancestor, by way of legend, and incarnation.

V is Wunjo; joy, win, a very good indicator of victory, five, the forked fingers of the anti establishment cry of fuck you asshole, you'll never take my self...

E is for Ehiwaz the fifth letter of the English alphabet, the second rune in Freyjas aett and the rune of Sleipnir the 8 legged horse and steed of Odin all father, leader of the Norse; embodiment of Zeus, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. All the top gods in their pantheon, and their collective offspring, the runes of the Futhark, and the gods of the Norse; human and god hybrids; red haired; and travelers to this place, arriving in the dead night of antiquity, thousands of years before there was a written word, and they and their descendants made landfall out of the Baltic, and onto the western forth of what would be come to known as alba wherein the red haired specific blue eyed genome entered the human race, and remains there to this day, hidden in plain site, in three known locations, okay two, just a few miles apart, yet centuries of history hide there in plain sight for those keen enough of mind to see the little glitch that surrounds that land and its history in the legends and tales of all the heroes and all the adventures; for any little red hematites blue eyed boy, thousands of miles from his borders home, in a new place where it was so cold he could not breathe and where his introduction to the place he is still in 40 years later, were indicative of what was going to be the pervasive markers of his life in terms of what peoples

     Everything exists, I have said that before; everything that can be thought of exists. It all gets created at the moment of intersection when the sense is stimulated to response, the signal from your eyes rests upon an in distinct glowing particle of light, that says, it is really important to be clean, using organically created products, the processing good for preservation but little else and our food economy built around shipping fresh food thousands of miles, for simple variety, that people appreciate by their purchasing preferences which are largely devoted to consuming goods with expirations and planned life expectancy despite the disclaimers on the lifetime warranties, errors in copyright being rife in our three dimensional reality where we put the thoughts into the world of the real, which gives them form and existence in the unconscious; which, as you have read from the preceding pages, is an entire realm of imaginations creations and the structures man has chosen to absorb and layer onto the base organizational rules of life, so that we could learn to live together in harmony, and have evolved the language over the years to understand languages many vagaries and the ability for there to be forks understanding the terms presented that we use an entire industry to control and interpret on our behalf because our evolutionary miracles called the mind, only function to a certain degree, science and therefore accepted fact, being we either no longer need the cranial capacity or our unconscious survival traits take up all the space, paving the way for there to be even more doubly infected meanings in the words; so much so that they render the documents understanding to a secular few whose training and vocation are built on the religious ritual of twisting different meanings than those intended...it is a very highly paid job that comes with strict adherence to rules and regulations that denote how to behave, comport yourself, and live according to their proscriptions called amendments and replacements to statute, that are just as binding and real in the imaginary world of creative thinking where everything we have ever imagined exists in a loose gathering of tribes following a singular path of many aspects of each form, depending on the belief structure of its dominant original written explanation, done with the understanding and perspective of men who could calculate the speed of light with the same equal ease they practiced the spells of the book of the dead in order to pave their way to the afterlife where they are assured paradise based on the actions and directions they took in their lives, stripped bare of any emotional barriers to understanding the import of their actions, with the weight scale skewed to providing for everybody to achieve transcendence especially if they are merged with their sentient unconscious who provides the basis for your secure inner vault where your true name is hidden, secure and snug with a security blanket, in the form of different aspects consistently altering their forward features, beliefs and practices. This is where they made their mistake, the other side of this equation, those that would place an outside construct in mine own life, and they did so by controlling three full generations of my family, brainwashing each one into believing that the security and safety of survival lay in hiding, hiding from those long dead it would seem, but the surprise is they are alive and well and scheming, you have been wondering if there is a character outside the psyche I have described at length, one that would invite the belief of multiple personalities by your student doctor who is just learning his skills and can be forgiven his transgressions and mistakes because he has seen the glitch in the record and now is awake, thinking, about the damage process can do if left unfettered by oversight and distantly followed by the limited understanding provided by half hearted training and a lack of information to make accurate conclusions on; which has the pleasant effect of characterizing your spotted and colorful registered record with easily identifiable gaps in understandings and dates, so that you were able to find a clear path and direction from this quagmire the fey folk landed in to find their King surrounded on all sides by the enemies of order and light, and snuck in to see what they could do to alleviate the situation. And provided the ultimate in understandings, at least to this current level, there is an infinity in all things and positive growth must be tempered by adherence to moderate, low impact environmentally responsible lifestyle choices; that give back as much as possible to the world that provided them, and possibly to create something in the three dimensional world of human reality, that is wholesomely devoted purely to your minds imaginations; because your imagination creates everything you spend the time to really layer with evolution and complication, human characteristics, ideology, ethos and physical attributes that would make the best possible character in which to survive a universe where anything goes and the tunnels and pathways to the worlds outside of out realm are part and parcel to your understanding because when you were a child you played a role playing game that was sophisticated on a level that allowed for the imagination to take hold, grip its roots tightly and lift your mind to enjoyable levels of descriptive writing that you used the original rules, and their amendments and evolution to the second tier and edition, then to the third, outer planets inclusion; because you played every weekend for three and a half years, and you built a character, one that best served your needs in the game...sort of. That was only part of the construction, it was more complicated than that. Invested into the deliberate writing of skills and attributes, you made a character that could easily react to any level of adversity the game could throw at you, because the master who controlled the game was smart as a whip and devious in the puzzles he created to trick you, so you needed to up your game, and did so...creating a character imbued with every positive attribute and skill you could think of, complete with back story to give provenance to his ownership of so many skills. It is a very pleasant feeling to be reunited with my childhood fantasy, he has arrived in the nick of time, just like any good fairytale does. And the one where the King of Russia comes out of hiding and stops World War III from happening and thwarts the evil wicked sorceries machinations of a cabal of crazy villains invented inside a world of games and thought to be an unstoppable strategy, except it laid the seeds for its own eventual capitulation to the completely prepared counter measure to the known and discovered strategy of inciting world war three by placing the King of Russia in the centre of the neckwear field of ICBMs that Canada secretly has within its borders on the eastern slopes of the Rockies in Alberta, in a plan the west believed was a legitimate response to the threat of the soviets to whom the soviets entrusted my grandmother to their care in such a way as to disguise their presence and intent from the world in a cunningly wrought plan that has seen loss and loss compounded since my poor grandmother witnessed her family slaughtered, and was whisked away by the OSS who grabbed her from the scene, and were duped in that very moment to committing to this course of action, the failsafe. The other sides attempt to impose upon the three dimensional world, the same rules, laws and regulations that we have provided for ourselves but only practice in the most peripheral of fashions, the laws themselves buried under mountains of paperwork that would make any lawyer shake their head in north and grin at the amount of money they can charge for deciphering the words and terms needed to express a legal position. Mine was abrogated, on purpose; so as to engender to the world, the country of the largest amount of forest and living twigs, inadvertently killing its king in a rain of hellfire that would render the world Ddead...it was touch and go for a long while, as each storyline reached the brink, with no clear and discernible pathway, like the potential answer to the double meanings of words being the addition of a y used sometimes but far more powerful that it seems, the defensive rune Algizz providing a reed defense against the attacks orchestrated by a shadowy conspiracy, of which their participation in the storyline is necessary for successful marketing and sales so must stick to the forms best exemplified by blockbuster mysterious tombs, that break and bend genres, let the genie out of the bottle to grant the three wishes that bring forth my childhood companion and focus for the development of my ideology, that of a jesting warrior, tuned to nature, a priest of Meiliki, the oldest of the Queens of the Taiga from deep into a centre whorl of the great boreal forest that stretches across the Northern hemisphere, inviting new understanding of old words and worlds and bringing peace, a path, and a sense of purpose to the man whose record says one thing, is another, implies something, is actually something incredible, is misunderstood and unknown, while being the wealthiest man in the world, is King of the Fey, is Oberon, is Arthur, Cadwalladr, the first sword of the Carvetti, descended from both Ing and Odin in his attested family tree. Is of the people of the deer, and the people of the horse, has developed such strength of psionic powers, his kind is a defensive wall that cannot be broken, it remains fixed on being just outside control, just above the rules, and just a little smidgeon above the laws that govern the world, so that he can be the one who utilizes his power in such a way, as to galvanize the world and wake it from its slumber and introduce the 31st century to everyone, ten generations in mores law of technology, worth a thousand years of human development, this is why it is vitally important that we maintain our best foot forward, this is for the future generations of mankind, that embark from here into the universe of infinite possibility, controlled by the application of law, decided on by the King of Russia, with imposed limits to his power, but limits that are constrained by the need to be accurate uses and applications of law, law as opposed to popular culture, because one of the first things that the King of Scotland will do when he fulfills the prophecy of (have a drink) cadwalladr 1333 years after he gave up the throne and took religious vocation, or so the story goes, the truth will be hidden in my memory matrix somewhere and will come forth in form that will be a puzzle that displays characteristics of all sides, be inherently honest, but be displaying another scene entirely fictitious and based on the emotional response given by the initial reaction...the first thing is to turn convention on its head and mandate a requirement for all people under the accepted influence of a newly crowned resurgence of the family that cut a deal with the rest of humanity and the forest; to be the other sides representative in all things, and live to the treaty as best as possible, given the constraints provided by each generations personal existence so that as too mitigate the actions of previous generations while still lending the attributes of their vocations, which is proudly displayed in creative writing and art, it has been uplifting of my soul during this internment on the fringes of the civilized world, at dawn, where the sun hides for three days each winter solstice and takes into its bosom the years past life essence and transforms it into the energy of the universe so each and every thing that exists in a place where anything and everything goes, can have some organized structure, some rules that apply universally, some mathematical equations that are universal in their understanding and translation; because developing communication with beings that use your emotion and memories that you expectorate from your body in waves and particles that make each human a torch easily seen from any in that visible spectrum, has been a learning experience in which fear and misunderstanding have been a paramount learning curve.