I am from Krypton,
and I have an alliance with Orion,
and the Messier Galaxies.
There are worlds beyond worlds. There are Gods that speak in different sacred languages. There is a beyond in the endless vastness of space where there is a reconstructed affirmative echo of the speeches of the souls that mirror Gods eternal grace of immortality. With each breath and path that has been selectively chosen on the Earth, an establishment is founded upon our disciplined actions of good.
The effects of our causes is weighed and measured with golden scales of the lightness of our hearts.
Above the entrance of the tomb a seal of Ra, a sun disk flanked with two cobras, and the wings of a falcon held up by a golden scarab. When all the lights dim, and the moths replace the candle light with embers, let the tombs close. Upon that certain hour as the scarabs eyes brighten with the breath of the dead, the heart will beat again to answer a committees call, and our actions of good, bad, righteous,
or evil, will be measured with the golden scales that weigh our hearts with a feather, and a rock. If deemed to be redeemed,
a golden scarab will take flight, and carry the spirits above the clouds to Heaven, as mourners mourn the dead with candles of vigil.
In a personable mind that is in synchronized with the temple or the body that is the temple of one's Qi and balanced with one's
healthy heart, is a person who is receptive to new thoughts with a solid of foundation.
At the end of the silk road there is a lake atop a mountain whom is guarded by the clouds.
The rain had conjured up the lake. By the lake, a harp played by the wind sang the notes to the tune of the wings of a hummingbird in flight near a waterfall on the other side of the mountain.
A striking eagle took flight through the mountainous clouds, as thunder struck a mill in a field, elks locked horns, and ships crashed,
and the waves of the sea dissipated into the edge of the world.
As the tanks tread over the skeletal remains of the dead, the dust from the crushed skulls mixed with the exhaust of the war machine.
A war machine that beckoned soldiers to enlist and serve the cause. Weary and tired eyes witnessed the bombed out grand palaces of barons and dukes. The disarray called soldiers to hearken to their past,
a past long ago where there were forests, trees, and flowers that bloomed.
In the realm of the General's quarters, candles on candelabras light with the gesture of a nod as black armored knights keep watch from adjacent towers for enemy encampments.
The guardians guard is a shield of iron elevated with floral designs, completed by a master craftsman of a blacksmith. Intricate and symmetrical designs encircle the center that is a relief of an owl. The iron for the sword was gathered from the melting of iron statues that held a globe that rotated in water. The Sword was cast in lava and cooled with the blood of our enemies,
and hammered with the blessing of Thor.
In an orchestrated symphony, with synchronicity,
the hammer struck the forging sword, as lightning struck with each strike of the hammer.
When the sword was near completion, the thunder gave way to the rain and the sounds of the rain on the window pane echoed the future tears of the families of the enemies killed in battle should the sword be wielded in war.
At twilight the regiments assembled with the organized skills of a unison and of a heavenly bestowed entity, as the Generals awaited the ordained approval of the decimation of the enemy.
In the eerie desolate landscape of the post war, smoke from heaps of rumble gave to the air in what was once smoldering infernos of buildings bombed by descending planes that gave no resignation to their orders of the annihilation of the enemy.
Methodical and strategic thinking and the applied implementation of it in warfare, in most cases will bring about victory,
though the main ingredient for victory is righteousness.
Gather the facts, make an assessment, reach a conclusion, implement policy.
Justified authority, rather than just authority.
Wisdom should accompany knowledge.
Conclusions based on speculation of your opponents maneuvers cannot be a summary
of assumptions reached only by individual perspective.
As the sword pierced the knights armor, inside the drops falling blood, a world where fleets of ships that are about to embark on a composed sea that would give to turmoil and endless rain on the enemy's house should the knight be greeted with death.
On command, the ships ready for a voyage of attack towards the mercenaries who drew blood, they awaited their orders,
resolute to darken the sky like a thousand ravens in flight.
The enemy approached without the respect of the conduct of a true warrior, and as my sword withdrew from his armor, it took his last breath to the hilt of my sword, the blood splatter of my dying foe inscribed "Bushido," on my armor.
In the black veil of a moonless night with only stars to guide, samurais leaped and sprinted in silence as the enemy grappled with smoke, the silence was only broken with the unsheathing of swords.
The ambassador's emissaries sent a delegate with two letters, one a red wax sealed letter with their emblem and with the blood of fallen soldiers, the decree with a peaceful objective, if both sides agree to an amicable temporary suspension of fighting, and if rejected, the other letter with a red wax seal with the enemies emblem and with the blood of their fallen soldiers, announcing total annihilation.
When Achilles ascended to the heavens, the blood of those in pursuit poured red and gleaming with magnificent timely precision from the sheared off ledges of the rock formations that were parts of a towering mountain that plateaued above the clouds,
a place where all the powers where configured in the orb of one scepter.
Like a leaf to drops of rain, in flight the eagle's wings fluttered in the high altitude of snow covered mountains. As the eagle dived to the Earth, amidst the mountains, forests, and trees, a lake reflected the moon and the traveling shadow reflected by the eagle in flight,
over the calm waters of the lake, for a fleeting moment the eagle's traveling shadow was in alignment
with the moon's reflection on the surface of the lake.
The virtues of a sunflower. In a desolate corner of a garden, a sunflower rejoices in solitude. With the calm rise of the sun echoed in nature, we rejoice at this sacred anthem. The rain felt neglected and brought a storm to bare. The wind cleared the clouds as the thunder dissipated. The day was at twilight when the moon and sun were visible. The moon was not neglected for the sunflower bowed as it rose, for the moon knew that it was illuminated by the sun's existence.
Being respectful and kind does not deplete from your power.
The bats in the Cathedral's bell tower took to flight as the soldiers awoke to the ringing sounds of the bells of the Cathedral's tower.
With standing time, with awareness of all its surrounding the eagle with striking and refined precision, dove to the earth through the clouds and made unclear the blurred background. And as the eagle went from which it came, the mountain top above the clouds,
no one rested for they knew his keen eyes.
Let us awaken to the chariot that carries the sun across the endless sea. In awe inspiring mythos of the monument placed in Carnac that were reconstructed in a new land of endless grace, let us all heed the care and wonder of the ships that have paved the voyage.
The greater good in military terminology. Viewing the overall direction and picture while simultaneously paying attention to incremental moves and the ability to estimate the opponent's next maneuver. Like playing Chess but without losing the lower ranking soldiers. Think about Chess in a virtual hologram of a battle field and add the power of Air superiority, deployment of troops with technically sound capabilities and astute leadership with the ability to coordinate Air power without collateral damage,
and unlike Chess there are no disposable assets.
Do not linger in the past, you will forget to live in the now, and when you live in the now do not forget to plan for your the future.
A red oleander tree covered in snow dotted the snow capped mountain. Bone chilling wind howled like hungry wolves at a full moon. I came across a broken arrow, and when I picked it up I noticed drops of blood in the snow. As I followed the drops of blood they grew in circumference. Then I came across pools of steaming blood. My belly became warm as I approached. The man had already passed with a sword in one hand and the other an open palm. I placed the broken arrow in his palm and closed his hand, and then I tilted his head back and put two coins on his eyes, his mouth opened and the warmth from his body let out steam in cold air. I took his sword and put his palms together then I knelt down and whispered "I will avenge your death.”