XERXES - The Nature of Persia

The Very Nature of Persia

An interlude if we may to discuss the very nature of Persia herself. Much has been garnered and delivered on the nature of war. Little has been fostered and gifted on the nature of peace. Persia at her very heart is the nature of peace.

It may come as a surprise to those readers in far distances of time and space who read these words now. But nonetheless it is an absolute truth. The very heart of Persia is peace.

Consider the moment of inception. That droplet of a dream in the heart of the son of a nomadic tribal leader. To ponder not only once but often at great lengths the possibility of uniting great numbers of nomadic tribes and creating a homeland. Uniting in peace. To provide a place to create and nurture. A place of cultures sharing and living and breathing as one.

It is true and absolute that this dream was not realized solely on the beautiful curved shoulders of peace. It is true and absolute that disagreements became arguments. Arguments became divisions. Divisions led to bloodshed. Bloodshed led to battles. And eventually battles led to all out war.

But for this moment now. Consider the graceful and merciful humble beginnings. The mere thought of uniting diverse peoples of nomadic histories. Uniting nations to share in the creation and development of art and music, of horticulture and cuisine, of theatre and song.

For centuries thought to be hidden in the dusty corners of bombed out ruins. Buried in once fertile but now sandy deserts. Entombed in the foundations of the modern cities. Persia slowly rises. Persia is grace and mercy. Persia is freedom. Persia is unadorned and quiet beauty. Persia is a thought. Persia is an idea. Persia is a dream. In heart. In essence. Persia is peace. 

Xerxes  

XERXES - Our Food

https://www.supergoldenbakes.com/lamb-stew-recipe

Persian Food

The abundance of fruits and vegetables was unmatched in other kingdoms. It was the garden designs using canals and irrigation systems that contributed to this abundance. And while Persia is well known for her stews it was roasted lamb and goat that her people loved best.

The preparation of goat was much different than lamb. Both were treated the same for preparation for stews. But for roasting, lamb was simply rubbed with spices and crushed herbs and fastened to a spit or laid flat on a bed of coals covered by an iron grate. The goat took longer to prepare for a roast. It was soaked overnight in goat's milk. Rinsed and covered with a paste of spices and herbs. Then it was roasted much the same as lamb.

The accompanying dishes were simple. Rice with herbs or saffron. Stewed lentils. Flatbreads. Salads of artichoke. Spinach. Stewed potatoes and carrots. Sliced fruits. Dried fruits. Fresh cheeses and pickled vegetables.

In a traditional Persian household, the first meal of the day would include flat breads. Cheeses and jams. Boiled eggs. Sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. Sliced melon and berries. Dried figs and apricots. Always served with tea.

The mid day meal was usually a stew of meat, beans and vegetables. Or grilled fish and rice. Topped with herbs. Served with a thick flatbread that had a soft, fluffy interior.

A typical family meal for the end of the day included the leftover stew and a variety of stewed or roasted vegetables and platters of sliced fruits. And always a heaping tray of freshly made flat bread.

Traditional Persian feasts often took two days to prepare. The sweet desserts were prepared the day before and allowed to soak overnight in thick layers of honey or rose syrup. Goats were prepared and soaked. The day of the feast the rest of the meats were prepared and marinated. The lamb took hours to absorb the flavors, while poultry and fish were prepared just before roasting. Rice dishes were prepared with herbs and cheeses or simply plain. Stewed vegetables were prepared just before serving. In between the preparation of other dishes, fruits and cold vegetables were sliced and placed on platters then covered with a damp cotton cloth to prevent drying out.

Tar Halva is a very traditional Persian 
dessert made with rice flour, ground
cardamom and butter. It is sweetened
with a light saffron syrup that is mildly
scented with rosewater.
 https://persianmama.com/tar-halva/

And we save the best for last. The drinks. Wines. Ciders from apples and pears. Sweet liquors from peaches and crushed berries. Always served with the rich and decadent desserts of pastries, cakes, and tarts. Always topped with finely chopped pistachios or walnuts or almonds. Decadent and delicious.

XERXES - The Animals of Persia

The Animals of Persia

It is of brief note of the reader’s interest in the animals of Persia. It is known that there are few of the more exotic animals original to the region. The large cats were long expired before even the father of the father of Cyrus was conceived.

The stories of old included the lion. The tiger. The panther. These animals survived to the east and the southwest. For the protection of their animals and their families, the nomads of the pre Persian era had whittled and wafted the feline enemies into regional extinction.

When Persia began to rise from these nomadic regions, Cyrus was gifted these large cats on many occasions. These cats were cared for at the palace by the bravest of men. When cubs were produced, these were trained with love and tenderness and thus became revered residents of every Persian palace. It was not unusual to see a son or daughter of Cyrus and later Darius escorted by a lioness or a panther while walking the streets.

Fish were another anthology to Persia. It was the variety of the bright oranges and the vibrant blues and yellows that paid homage to the new homeland. Canals and ponds were filled with fish from the surrounding kingdoms, often gifts paying homage to Cyrus and his merciful rule.

The birds were a sight to behold. In addition to the great Asian Peacock, there were long legged white cranes from the west, short legged blue cranes from the east, and pink flamingos from the north. Every songbird made homes in the grand gardens eating to their fill the lush insects thriving on well tended greenery. All birds of prey were revered.. eagles, hawks, falcons, and owls graced the skies of the cities and surrounding forests.

The horses of Persia were bred for stability and beauty and grace. White on white. Black on black. And black on chestnut were the featured favorites. Great care was taken to breed and raise them. Barns dotted fertile meadows on the edges of a town. Given prominence in the Persian culture. Coveted by and traded with the surrounding Kingdoms east and west.

Personal pets were an anomaly. Occasionally a merchant used a monkey or a parrot to attract his buyers. Domesticated felines and canines were unknown in the common household yet canines were abundant throughout the palaces.

Animals throughout Persia were well tended. Relied upon and respected for their contributions to the Kingdom. Service and beauty both recognized and acknowledged.

XERXES - The Art and Artisans of Persia

This is one of a pair of golden armlets. These objects are among the most important surviving items from ancient Persian craftsmanship. It is likely that they were intended for display rather than being worn. The lion-griffin terminals were originally inlaid with precious stones, which were later removed. This inlay is typical of high-quality jewellery from this period. Part of the Oxus treasure, from Takht-i Kuwad, Tajikistan. Achaemenid Period, 5th to 4th centuries BCE. (The British Museum, London)

The Art and Artisans of Persia

Every manner of art was practiced in our Persia. Textiles were woven and even painted with the delicate care of practiced hands. Pottery molded and hand formed fired in kilns buried at the foot of nearby mountains.. Gold and silver melded into jewelry, dinner ware, religious icons, and medals for military awards. Wood hewn and carved into intricate furniture, tools, and more.

The art of Persia became known quickly. Architecture was revered. Memorials to leaders and soldiers and merchants plastered on the walls of great buildings. Great statues carved and placed throughout gardens.

In the height of Persian civility great art was shared far and wide. Gifted to great kingdoms. Traded for eastern silks and herbs. Finding a way to be delivered to the four corners of the known world.

Textiles adorned walls and windows and floors. The cotton and wools of the region blended and woven with far eastern silks made for very durable fabrics. Amazing designs and vibrant colors flowed throughout every home in the kingdom. Even clothing became art with gold and silver threads and beads and adornments prominent for all.

Precious stones were favored amoung the royal households. Intimate and delicate carvings of lions and kings and religious icons adorned turquoise and jasper mounted in silver and gold jewelry and ornaments. Royal seals were made of precious stones as well. Mounted on a staff, the royal seals were given to the care of one or two men who guarded them with their lives.

The music flowing from the lutes and drums and symbols and strings and bells was a tribute to our great culture. It was melodic. Haunting. Hypnotizing. Romantic. Enveloping. Music was not reserved for royalty and its great denizens. Music was shared from the heart with the heart of all of Persia.

Cast silver statuette of a nude youth
from the Oxus Treasure. Achaemenid 
Period (550-330 BCE) British Museum

This gold fish-shaped vessel might have been used to contain expensive oils. On the side

 there is a loop intended for suspension or to attach a stopper which was later lost. The detail of the decoration suggests that it is an attempt to accurately represent a particular type of fish, perhaps a carp or a a similar species. Part of the Oxus treasure, from Takht-i Kuwad, Tajikistan. Achaemenid Period, 5th to 4th centuries BCE. (The British Museum, London)

Gold appliques from the Oxus Treasure. 
Achaemenid Period (550-330 BCE). 
British Museum.

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XERXES - Pasargadae – The First Garden

Pasargadae – The First Garden

Pasargadae was central in early Persia. It was founded in a lush valley. A hub of travel activity. It was of sorts at a crossroads of both traders and Nomads who traversed the region continuously.

It grew quickly into a petite royal city. An expanse of gardens filled the fertile plains in a network of linear patterns that surrounded irrigation canals. Every manner of waterfowl was introduced to the canals. The gardens were designed by Cyrus himself. Tended to by the many hands of men and women alike who were eager to create the Persian Kingdom..

Here were the first palaces of Persia. Also petite in comparison to the future grand palaces of the empire. Stone and block with tower that provided a miles-long view in four directions. The Western perimeter was reserved for trade and markets. For it was from this direction the prevailing winds wafted the scents of blacksmith fires and of baking and roasting.

The eastern flank was reserved for homes and small barns. For much the same reasons. Animals in the city included oxen and horses. Donkeys. A goat or two in most homes. Hens grazed freely throughout the homes and gardens. The scents of these animals were carried out of the city on the prevailing winds.

The rooster became a revered symbol of Persia. Protected and preserved. A religious symbol of sorts. Other animals gained favor in Peria as well. Travelers from the far east introduced peahens and peacocks. The latter of which became a mainstay of all Persian Palaces from that point. A royal symbol of elegance and beauty. Cats roamed freely in and out of the city keeping the streets clean and rodent free. Dogs were reserved for the Palaces only. Guardians and protectors. Well fed and well loved.

Pasargadae was known by all outlying Kingdoms for its simple grandeur. Its welcoming peoples. Its comforting scents of gardens and of home and hearth. It is for this reason perhaps that Cyrus chose it for his final eternal home.

XERXES - The Heart of Babylon

Artist rendition of the hanging gardens of Babylon

The Heart of Babylon

Great care will be taken with this dialogue. The heart of Babylon began centuries before Persia was created. In many different Epochs as well. Babylon was revered for her beauty and luster in the fertile river valley. It is true and accurate that the landscaping in the valley was admired by other Kingdoms far and near.

Terraces were built along the steep banks of the river. Terraces were also built along the perimeter of the great city. Lush foliage was transplanted. Flowering vines, fruiting shrubs and trees, and all manner of plants were included. Palisades were whitewashed and provided an elegant anchor for the greenery. Known to history as the Hanging Gardens, these lush and vibrant landscapes were exquisite to behold.

While Babylon was known for her gardens. She was known even more for her beautiful daughters. The women of Babylon were elegant and exotic. Protected as any high treasure by all. They were educated in arts and letters. Given roles in trade and general commerce if desired. Given in marriage only when it was a mutual decision.

Babylon was desired by many Kingdoms for many reasons. Cyrus wanted the jewel to be a Nation of Persia. He devised the strategy to take the impenetrable city. His goal was achieved without loss of life. Eventually Babylonians welcomed the new leadership and were welcomed into Persia with warm hearts. Many, many unions were made and the beauty of Babylon was handed down through the lineages of Persians.

It is true and accurate that Cyrus freed the many slaves of many different cultures. Hebrew and African amoung them. All permitted to leave the City and return to their own homelands. This caused initial grief and chaos in the City. Once it was known that Persians themselves would fill the roles and create a better democracy for all, the Babylonians were in agreement.

Babylon's great architecture and landscaping became a foundation and a template for future developing areas. Painstakingly copied in small regions of fertile river valleys within mountain ranges of the region.

But the complete Heart of Babylon. Her lush and vibrant gardens and incomparable daughters would not be found anywhere else ever again. Thus giving Babylon a place in the History of all civilization.

XERXES - Persepolis - the Gate of the People

Entrance to the Gate of Nations

Persepolis - the Gate of the People

It is true and accurate that Persia was a kingdom of many Nations. Some of these Nations came to Persia in request of trade or support or protection. Some Nations encroached on Persia and received due recompense as well as induction into Persia.

Under Cyrus Persia was united in glory and mercy. He was a just ruler with a heart and learned equally from those neighboring kings who sought his counsel. My father Darius fell swiftly into the footsteps of Cyrus through the great council from my Mother Atossa. Who better to know the heart of Cyrus than his daughter. Under Darius and Atossa Persia expanded and thrived.

Darius recognized the need for structure and governance in this expanding kingdom. Persepolis was begun as a capital under the direction of Cyrus. Three generations later my sons and I continued this endeavour. But it was Darius who commanded the construction of the greatest portion of this great city.

In great anticipation I was tasked with the design and construction of a ceremonial hall. One that served as a gateway to the palaces. A gallery of all Nations with space to display the best of the best that was produced in each nation. Pottery, paintings, mosaics, instruments, textiles, and even plants.

Construction of this grand structure began in the Spring. With the dedication of hundreds of hands and nearly a thousand craftsmen the Hall was completed before winter. It is true and accurate that it was dedicated as the Gate of all Nations.

It is more accurate to share that this Hall was the Gate of all peoples. Welcoming benches lined with soft cushions of the finest cotton and silk lined the interior walls. Large, hand carved wooden benches were placed throughout to encourage conversations and to provide edges to a large walkway along the walls.. In the center there were tables with displays of arts and crafts. Any one could bring a piece into this Hall and display it for all Nations of Persia to admire. The Hall was not limited to Persian access. It was a welcoming entry to the dignitaries and royalty from kingdoms both east and west of Persia. It was a jewel in the Persian crown.

Copyright 2023 Terran Cognito

Xerxes - The Nature of Persia

The Nature of Persia

To give detail to the total circumference and the totality of the vastness of Persia would take two lifetimes. Persia was more than a Country. More than a Nation. More than a Kingdom. Persia began as a thought. An idea. A dream. Just as most civilizations or regions or countries have been created. When Atossa’s father Cyrus was still a young man and not yet married he was the son of a tribal leader. Hunters. Merchants. Ironsmiths. Moving from West to East along the centuries old trading routes.

Young Cyrus had a thought. Why not unite with other tribes. Why not create a place. Why not join together to settle a small part of the land in a fertile valley. This thought grew. He spoke of it. Shared it with his father who denied the possibility. To settle and stay in one place was not in their nature. Tribal nomads for centuries do not build block homes by a forest. Tribal nomads are by their very blood and lineage – wanderers.

But the idea persisted within Cyrus and he began to build this dream into a reality. He made a union with a strong woman who gave him strong sons. And another union gave him more sons and Atossa. Cyrus and other tribal leaders decided to take a place. And the wars began. Battle for the lands. Battles for the resources. A homeland. Finally.

As the years and decades grew so did Persia. The great idea born in the heart of Cyrus. A group of Nations. A group of Peoples. Artisans. Craftsmen. Goldsmiths. Ironsmiths. Traders. Merchants. Musicians. Philosophers. The union of all of the great kingdoms and governments of a vast region. All united in one love. Persia.

Darius continued with the dream. Building Persia block by block. Stone by stone. Region by region. Governor by governor. Commander by commander. Adding roads. Cities. Great architecture. When the borders were weakened Darius struck. When nomads appealed for protection. Darius allowed. When the great kingdoms from the far east and the far west recognized Persia. Darius was pleased.

The nature of Persia herself – for she is a feminine energy was a nature of nurture. Nurture the arts. Nurture the creative thoughts. Nurture the children and the families. Nurture the land and the animals and all living therein.

For more than two centuries the great Kings of Kings were given the honour to lead Beautiful Persia. For within the walls of those centuries Persia was glorious and revered and recognized as a vast and expanding Empire.

The end of this Persia as it was known in those moments came swiftly and harshly. It was generations after my own dreams of her. After the dreams of my own sons. And the dreams of their sons. Persia remained a beautiful Empire until the fall of Persepolis at the hands of Alexander.

But Persia did not end in those moments. For the very wives of Alexander were Persian. Their sons and daughters – Persian. And thus each one descended from the great tribal leader who once had a dream to unite a region. And the dream of Persia lives on.

XERXES - Persepolis

Persepolis
(image courtesy http://persepolis.nu)

Persepolis Foundations

The plan for this magnificent location began with Cyrus - the Father of my Mother. The location selected for its prominence in trade routes. These routes passed through the fertile valleys connecting East to West that at that time took months and years to travel end to end.

Magnificent shelter from the nearby mountain was selected. The plans also placed Persepolis on the west side so as to gather the complete benefits and glory of the setting sun. This plan proved strong and well suited. The climate of the region was extreme with the seasons and this design along with the architecture of the structures provided advancements in comfort.

Two rivers flowed gently nearby and this location gave fruit to the most simple of irrigation and water aqueduct designs. All were complex of course for their times, but Cyrus and Darius were great minds with genuine intellect and wonder. Darius fulfilled the dream of Cyrus within the structures of Persepolis.

Cyrus was revered and memorialized in every stone. In every wall. In every hall. Eternal for that epoch. Darius ensured that the legacy of the King of Kings would continue through the generations in the magnificent design and displays of Persepolis.

To begin now.. The perimeter of this great city included the slope of the adjacent mountain. The foundations of the Western and Southern walls were raised and built to prevent the waters from infiltrating during the spring floods. The foundations in the North included faceless structures to limit the cooler winds of winter and early spring. Structures for horse and oxen were along the Northern face. This area was selected to limit the fragrances from the livestock during the prevailing winds of the hot and arid summers. And of course to provide a subtle warmth during the colder times.

Also located along this perimeter were the merchants and industriants of copper and silver and gold and other metals. Blacksmiths. Swordsmiths. Goldsmiths. Those works that included great fires and expansive spaces to produce the adornments. The swords and the shields.. And the pots and the knives.

Homes were built on the exterior of the Southern and Western walls and were of simple stone and mortar construction with timber supports and roof coverings. These included the central towers shared previously. To provide the natural cooling effects in the heat of long days.

The interior of Persepolis was home to the Halls and Galleries. And of course what is revered as a great palace. A central promenade was designed to connect the exterior merchants and industriants, and the residents to the central area for education and entertainment.

For all of the historical references of Persepolis. None match the true intention. Construction. Grandeur. And of course the complexity of the place.


Denice Note: Was directed to locate some Persian music.

Listened to this while transmitting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwrTHFwYRDQ

Copyright 2023  Terran Cognito

XERXES - The Daughters of Darius

Unknown artist on Reddit

The Daughters of Darius

As one could imagine the daughters of Darius were treated with tender hand. Each was desired by far away kingdoms from the first announcement at birth. In total there were seven in the immediate household by Atossa and her sisters. Of travels in far away lands three more daughters of Darius were born. It mattered not if a blemish or a damaged limb grew with the daughter. These were valuable and very valued assets for the King of Persia.

Darius loved them as much if not more than he valued them. Phatagrius was the oldest and among his very favorites. She reminded him of his own mother but more vocal. He often complained of her vocality to the other councilors and all laughed at his dismay for she was her father’s daughter.

She was given to the more masculine pursuits and it suited her. Rare it was for women to engage in horsemanship or archery. But Phatagrius was supreme at both. She was a master archer. Although she desired a place in the ranks of commanders in her father’s guard this she was denied. Darius refused that one request most vehemently.

Phatagrius was the daughter of Atossa and my well beloved younger sister. One more gained my love from this union as well. Persah. Named by mother for her own mother’s mother. Persah was small and fragile. She was subtle and sublime. It was her beauty that alone saved her from the unpleasant union to a far away land. Father could not part with his little bird Persah. So it was that of all my sisters Phatagrius and Persah remained in the household. Opposites but inseparable. Both loved by all.

Phatagrius married our Father’s commander Ilmessia. The two provided a brood of men to make any Persian commander writhe in jealousy. Strong. Brave. Loyal. Proud. Not one daughter.

Persah remained alone. A companion to our mother. Always fragile. Protected. Persah died in her youth, her beauty unfailed.

Of the others little contact remained. Once a daughter of Darius was in a union, she no longer returned to the household. Darius might on occasion visit the household of one of his daughters. Any sons born to these unions were given high honours among the commands. All were considered royals. The future of Persia secured for yet another generation.

XERXES - Editor's Forward

Editor’s Forward

What follows is an experiment in self publishing. These articles are copyrighted but I share them free with my blog readers who have been so generous in their support of my work over the years since 2012. 

There will be a bound book version and/or ebook eventually.  There are many details in publishing a book that remain to be done. I try to catch all the spelling and grammar on the blog versions. 

Some background on my collaboration with Denice. She prefers to stay behind the scenes, Denice has her life and family to care for.  My first encounter on the Internet with Denice was in early 2013, after Brian Kelly and I received a phone call from Heather Ann Tucci-Jarraf on Christmas Eve 2012. We arranged to have a further call on New Years with to interview Heather about her work and law filings related to the financial systems from our homes in San Diego.   Denice volunteered to transcribe that group Skype call. 

Denice called herself “the transcriptionist” and even now sometimes says she’s “just the typist”.   She is much more than that, she is a gifted intuitive receiver/transmitter of messages and images. She works in 3 modes, “heart comms” (something like pineal based telepathy but through the heart and richer in content and emotions), she also has nonlocal bio-implant in her ear for receiving complex data and wordings that are difficult to get precise without knowledge and training in a specific scientific, and she does telepathy. The implant enables accurate communication of engineering  or other technical data for which Denice has no background or training. 

I moved to Morocco in November 2013, and Denice had dreams of actual events on the ground that were incredibly accurate.  Heather and I noticed Denice’s intuitive gifts. 

June 30, 2015 Commander Thorac, or “Thor” contacted Denice to set up a series of conversations.   I learned much about my history, which gave me a frame work for memories that were already beginning to return.  We also had conversations with Andromedans, Pleiadians, and others.   We were all new to this, and while we did our best, but we made mistakes too.  I was very naive. But you learn from mistakes so it was not an effort wasted. My audience was not all that large so I had a smaller pool of people to embarrass myself with.  

The “nonlocals” (the term has less baggage than "aliens") are not so different than you and I. Most of them thought they were outside the great experiment is separation consciousness, but they were not. The ones we talked to, have truly human forms, although much taller. They claim to be Celtic in origin.  They have differences of opinions and their own form of internal politics. They have warriors and have suffered much during the Galactic wars. Andromeda was colonized with humans from Earth during Atlantis 1 epoch, which did not sink like the Atlantis 2 epoch did.The Andromedan group did genetically originate from Earth. So in a sense, the ETs are us. Not all Andromedans come from Earth.  The Pleiadians are mix of heritage from Lyra, Andromeda, and Sirius.  Alex Collier has contacts with Andromedans that have ties to the Lakota and Sioux tribes.  And there are reportedly also some blue skinned Andromedans.

XERXES

About 2 years ago Denice began getting messages from Xerxes.  Xerxes has no known connection to the others we have been working with, Denice was reluctant to put energy into it for someone she  knew next to nothing about.   But Xerxes was persistent, and off world comms have been in a bit of lull due to secrecy of  all the activity going on world and off.  They have their hands full. So we are compiling Xerxes  messages about his life in the Persian empire at the moment.

Xerxes has long wanted to tell his story other than being the guy that took on the Spartans. All that we have in history is really from the Greek historian Herodotus. The Greeks have an entirely different perception of  Xerxes than the Persians do.  I sense love for his roots, and his beloved Persia.

We weren't really sure what direction this would go, but so far I'm finding it an interesting read. I love the way he uses words, he can be very poetic. He takes full responsibility for setting a precedent for war in both Iran and Afghanistan (both were of the Persia Empire) which echoes even today. 

These will be his words, not mine, I’m just the editor, and Denice is “the typist”.  I have no way to vouch for what Xerxes writes other than how it feels and what data we can find in history books, which is often biased against the man.

This is not a channeling, it’s a telepathic conversation with moments of moving imagery. He has returned to Earth at an undisclosed location. I am assuming he's in a new body since he was assassinated in his prior Earth incarnation. 

I take for granted that consciousness never dies, and that we live life after life, some on Earth and some elsewhere as we journey through our lives in form for the joy of experience. I realize for many, these are big assumptions, and if that is true of you, or your religion doesn't allow for such possibility then view this is as science fiction if you need too. I won't be offended if your views don't match my own.  It is still a fun read either way. 

A further background conversation with Xerxes on 10/10/2021

Denice: Are you free for a short one on one with Xerxes? He seems to want to clarify a point or two.

Terran: Sure when?

Denice: Now?

Terran: Ok

Xerxes: I AM XERXES. IT IS ZER-SEES. FAMILIAR?

Terran: Vaguely. I’m missing most of memories, but they are returning slowly

Xerxes: I SEND YOU MY GREAT APPRECIATION NOW.

Xerxes: WE HAVE BEGUN A DIALOGUE. I WANT TO SHARE MORE.

Terran: I send my greetings as well. Were we acquainted in Persia?

Xerxes: NOT ACQUAINTED IN MY PHYSICAL INBODYMENT IN PERSIA.

Xerxes: FIRST CLARIFICATION. IT IS NOT MY INTENTION TO BEAT MY OWN DRUM.

Xerxes: HERE I EXPLORE THE PARAMETERS THAT PROVIDE A BACKGROUND OF MY EXPERIENCE.

Terran: Your story is intriguing.

Xerxes: ANOTHER CLARIFICATION. YOU AND OUR HOSTESS HAVE DISCUSSED MY PRESENT LOCATION. YOU ARE BOTH CORRECT IN PART.

Xerxes: SO I SHARE THIS. A SMALL DIGRESSION. I TAKE FULL AND COMPLETE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE DEMISE OF PERSIA. THIS IS A COMPLEX ISSUE TO BE DISCUSSED IN FULL LATER.

Xerxes: I AM IN/OF PERSIA NOW. YOU MIGHT CONSIDER MY LOCALE IN A “SHIP/CRAFT”. I CONSIDER IT OUR NEW PERSIA. OVERLAYED.

Terran: Are you affiliated with any groups/star nations I converse with?

Xerxes: NO.

Xerxes: I AM OF ANTIQUITY. I ONCE ENJOYED THE STATUS OF WHAT YOUR FRIENDS TERM “THE DIVINES”*.

Terran: Ahhh. Know them well.

Xerxes: I HAVE DETERMINED MY OWN CONTRIBUTIONS TO BE OF A DIFFERENT NATURE NOW.

Terran: All things begin anew.

Xerxes: YES.

Xerxes: TIMELESS.

Xerxes: ANOTHER CLARIFICATION. I AM IN FORM. I WALK AMONG THOSE WHO ARE DETERMINED TO STEER THE FUTURE OF OUR PERSIA.

Terran: So much energy churning in that region. The people need peace.

Xerxes: I KNOW MY CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE HORRORS AND CASUALTIES OF AGGRESSION MUST BE RECLAIMED.

Terran: There is no judgement only love.

Xerxes: IT IS MY DUTY TO RETURN PEACE AND BEAUTY TO MY HOMELAND.

Terran: Your deep love of Persia is heart felt here.

Xerxes: THIS HAS BEEN A VERY PLEASANT COMMUNICATION.

Terran: Have we met?

Xerxes: YES. I KNOW YOUR HEART.

Xerxes: I DO WISH TO CONTINUE THE EXCHANGE.

Terran: I’m here anytime you wish to dialogue.

Terran: I’ve had my “kingly” adventures on this planet. Not a role I care to revisit.

Xerxes: THE TIME FOR US TO RENEW AND REBUILD IS NOW.

Terran: I am told I was once known to be an architect. Not that I have much memory of that.

Xerxes: AND THAT WE SHARE A COMMON LOVE

Terran: Denice (“our hostess”) shared some architecture images of ancient Persia and how the buildings were cooled with the prevailing winds.

Xerxes: YES. ONE OF MANY SIMPLE DESIGNS THAT IMPROVE THE LIVES OF ALL.

Xerxes: AND WHAT COMES NEXT IS THE BEST OF ALL THAT IS.

Terran: Heather and Thor have said similar words of what is to come.

Terran: The Persian people are very intelligent and gifted. Many live in Los Angeles where I once lived.

Xerxes: CLOSING THE DIALOGUE NOW. TO RETURN AT ANOTHER MOMENT.

Terran: Very good to talk you. Until next time then! 

Warm regards, Terran

Terran note: * The “divines” is a phrase we use to collectively reference those known as “Ascended Masters”, but also includes “The Chinese Elders” (most notably the one called “the old man of China” or more graciously “Grandfather” by the Chinese. He runs the banking systems on the planet. Heather called them the “DIVINES” because they always talk about “the divine plan”, which is an allusion to heaven to create the presumption in humanity they are the heavenly realm and speak for the Creator of ALL. They are not, and do not, at least not anymore than you do. For all are of the ALL. There is in truth, no hierarchy within the ALL. It’s all ONE.

Most of the famous deities and demigods, are the purported “gods” of prior civilizations on Earth. These came from and returned to the “Divine Realm”. Some were helpful to mankind, some were parasitical. Like humanity, and many ET groups it was a mixed bag of beings. “As above so below”. The movie “Jupiter Ascending” came pretty close to being a documentary of what has transpired on this planet. 

I was inspired once to view a realm of frog like beings that gambled on machines shaped like pot belly stoves on the outcomes of events on Earth, like one would trade futures options one Wall Street. That realm no longer functions. No frogs were harmed. 

Not a lot is known about their realms, the famed “Halls of Amenti” were there and there seems to be more than one realm, or at least perceived location, there was one undersea in Bali, (now defunct), as is the grey base that was built on top of it (the two didn’t interact). It’s not so much a location as a frequency. The same is actually true of the Earth, so arguing with the Earth is round or flat is pointless, its a frequency. Some of these realms seem to overlays of Earth locations, like Yelm, WA. There are also overlays in the middle East and Southeast Asia.

The famous “St Germain” is a “divine” (these people are not gods), and his plan was to use usuary on gold his famous trust loaned out to later to free humanity. How does that energetic free humanity one may ask? Doesn’t matter because the bankers stole his funds long ago, through mirror accounts. St. Germain was known to walk through walls and manifest gemstones, which quite entertained the royal courts of Europe. He seems to have also made an appearance during the signing of the Declaration of Independence. 

It seems the Ascended Masters were a concession to humans, by the Divines, who through great persistence of spiritual practice managed to raise their vibration during very dense energies of prior ages enough to be invited in as “Masters”. They figured the illusion out. And to be honest that was was quite an accomplishment. 

The original intent for the Ascended Masters was to enlighten humanity. However the total number of humans enlighten numbered less than 10,000. These beings are not exactly ETs, they don’t need space ships or space suits to go places, unless they get into an earth or galactic form body. They live a very long time but even their forms wear out eventually. 

Xerxes - The Roles of Women

 

Mandana - Medean Princess,
 Mother of Cyrus the Great
(courtesy Persepolis.nu)

The Roles of Women

When a girl was born the father rejoiced and the mother lamented. In the wealthy family a girl meant a future bartered union. An opportunity to merge fortunes among merchants. Landowners. Royals. For that very reason a mother mourned quietly and sufficiently and most of all immediately.

The father rejoiced in the potential unions planning a future for each female delicately and decidedly. As the girl grew into a young woman and the measure of her beauty was known the better measure the father had for future contracts.

As for the young girl. Her early life was pleasant and gentle. Even in the lower households of minor landowners the young girls were treated to pretty gowns. Delicious foods. And the ever doting attention of all of the older females. The mother and sisters of her mother were fastidious caretakers and wayshowers. Training the young ones in the care of the household. The importance in the preparation of foods. Learning how to weave wreaths and garlands for festive events. These older women followed the paths of those before them. For their time in her place may be long gone but each one reveled in caring for and training the little ones.

When a young girl presented on the eve of womanhood. She was taken into seclusion for a short time. Here she was given the wardrobe of a woman. She was told of her upcoming betrothal that had been planned since the day of her birth. She was given moments to lament the end of her childhood and sturdy herself for her very different future. She was loved. She was sheltered. She was prepared.

For most young women, the first glimpse of a new husband was on the day of the union. It was rare that a woman would meet her betrothed before that. Childhood playmates were rarely given in union. It was the expansion of fortunes outside of the home and town that a father desired for his daughters and his coffers.

In full womanhood and the union with a man it was expected that children would flow within the season. When this did not occur a man could take another wife within the next season. The birth of sons and daughters was expected to continue the great Persian lines.

Persian women were fertile. Healthy. Well tended. The many children born gave her status and purpose. It was extremely rare that a woman did not produce an heir. In the event of years passing without a first born a woman was relegated to leisure and to business. Given purpose. Trained in the way of merchants. Always respected as a wife. Yet no longer expected to produce an heir. In that rare instance of anger and jealousy, a barren woman was sent away to the seclusion yet comfort of a farmstead far away.

On occasion a woman was permitted to join in the ranks of soldiers. There were some who were built for this endeavor and this was not ignored. It was not a preferred role for a woman yet it was tolerated and supported.

When a young woman was widowed in youth she was taken into another familiar family. When an older woman was widowed she was invited into the homes of her daughters. There she spent time in the preparation of foods and the rearing of children. Always given a purpose.

Persian women were and remain beautiful. Brilliant. Revered. And treasured always. 

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Xerxes- A short glimpse of one moment in-between

 

A short glimpse of one moment in-between

This glimpse of a stoic image is purchased with both love and fond memories. We were a young family. My father’s wives were young and beautiful. My brothers were agile, mischievous, delighted in their freedoms. My sisters were soft and gentle. Yet precocious and often nosy. These were the fond moments. When days were long and productive. When fruits were falling from the trees and all hands were needed to gather and preserve and eat to their fill.

In these in between moments. When the men were home for a time from their pursuits of war and the women and children were complete. These were the moments that weave a tapestry of the ideal life. Good and plentiful food. Children with not a care in the world. Wives comforted with merely a simple glance from their men. Music played. Poetry written. And nights spent in great company beneath the stars.

Now for one specific scene. The men were home after a months long journey east. The small battle nearly forgotten. The early summer harvests begun. Busy moments ensued. Father called for a feast. No occasion. Just a simple feast. Mother and her sisters were joyous. Although the preparation for a feast consumed a whole day the results were always worth it.

An early morning hunt produced rabbits and a small doe. The gardens were alive with green herbs and radishes and onions and root vegetables small and tender. Fires were lit. The meat was roasted. The dishes prepared. The tables set out in the courtyard. Flowers collected by the younger girls were wrapped into wreaths and garlands. And why not? Life is meant to be celebrated. Sweets were prepared with thin and delicate pastries drenched in chopped nuts and warm honey.

Everyone ate. Talked. Laughed. Hours passed. The sun set. The children ran and giggled. The older boys talking loudly of manly pursuits within range of the lovely young ladies. These lovely young ladies smiling and making eyes at the young men. All in a perfect end to a perfect day. And when the scraps were removed and the tables taken down and the fires reduced to dim orange waves on thick heaps of charcoal. Everyone was satisfied. Complete. A day well lived.

These are the moments that could be once more. These in-between moments could become the every moment. It is the way life is meant to be? It is an intriguing wonder.

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Xerxes - The Roles of Men

Xerxes, image from Wikipedia,
altered slightly in photoshop

The Roles of Males

Young Persian males were raised by their own mothers, aunts, and grandmothers for the first few years of their lives. When toddlerhood faded boys were sent to elders and wise men to be trained in reading, writing, the arts, astronomy, and more. Afternoons and evenings were spent running, playing, as well as working in the fields and barns alongside the men.

Concurrently when they reached early manhood around age 14 these lessons and chores were reduced and the training in the skills of war were begun. Archery, horsemanship, spear throwing, and leadership skills were amoung the top desired skills of course. There was little time allotted for the pursuit of girls.

Men were trained in battalions of 100. These battalions were led by the highest officials in the village or town. Training concluded by the age of 20 if not called to war before then. The call to arms to train with the battalion was made monthly and lasted only two days. This kept the men strong and agile.

When not training men were employed in various jobs. Tending to the field was beneath no one and at the time of planting all hands played a role. Tending to the stallions. Care of the chariots and carts. Merchants. Craftsmen. And of course full time guards and soldiers.

Men took wives soon after they completed the rigorous first training. The young lovers kept house with the girl’s parents until the first child or two came. It was then that a separate house was prepared and it was here that a second wife was taken. This second wife moved into the home with the young family but maintained her own quarters of a room or two. The number of wives a man had could vary. He could also take concubines that he did not marry. Divorce was rarely sought in a Persian household.

Given fortunate circumstances a man could live into his eighties. His heirs could number in the hundreds at the time of his death. The goal for every Persian man was to have as many sons as possible. Persian men held this as the measure of their success.

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Xerxes - The Sons of Darius

 

Xerxes.
Image from Wikipedia, with added photoshop clarifications

The Sons of Darius

The multitude of sons of Darius is owed to his good health. His endless vitality. His love of beautiful women. And most importantly his Persian lineage and loyalty to the bloodline. You find 11 sons. I share that there are 20 or more sons that are known. To call them lesser sons is a misnomer.

Any known son of Darius was treated with the utmost respect and placed in powerful positions within the ranks and within the household. Most were sent out at emissaries and became leaders with regional authority and jurisdiction or commanded great armies. But recall that only the sons of the important bloodlines were treated to the complete royal life. That included my brothers by my mother and her sisters.

The three eldest brothers and sons of my father’s first union were thick and sturdy like their mother’s father the landowner. Built for strength and endurance. Of these the youngest was my first friend. Only two years older than I he was the one who desired my company and allowed me entry to their childhood games. He was kind and generous and I enjoyed his company. The older were tolerant of me but protective of their own mother and this often caused some strife between us.

In our early years none of us knew of the internal struggles to come with the death of our father. But let us remain in our youth for a bit longer now. Allow me to group the brothers with their mother’s in mind. Recall my father took many wives. He also made unions with other women both wittingly and unwittingly.

My mother’s sons were to become the full sword and shield of the Achaemenid bloodline. Her own father was a son of a son of a King of Kings. That in itself strengthened the family hold on the Persian throne. Her lineage was enough removed from the original to only be strengthened by the union with my father. The sons of Atossa were revered the most and this was known throughout the lands.

Our younger brothers were treated as younger brothers are often treated. Teased. Taunted. And loved. My mother’s sisters gave Darius four more sons. Four more heirs to secure the Achaeminid line. The irony is these wives also gave Darius most of his daughters and therefore most of his troubles. Recall that Darius was a good and strong father who doted on his heirs. He left the raising of his daughters to their mothers. And this makes for another story at another moment.

A handful of sons were the result of Darius’ travels. These unions might last a month but not much longer. When a son was later born Darius was alerted by those loyal to him and the son and mother were brought into the palace. Most were content with this position.

As in most families there is a stray or two and this is true in the instance of our extensive family. Two of my father’s younger sons left never to return. The first was the son of a woman with whom Darius had only one child. The fortunate union between the two was a brief encounter in Darius’ travels east farther from the reach of his own loyal men. When Darius learned of this son years later he sent for the mother and child to be housed within the palace. The son was treated well. The mother was treated well. When the son came of age the mother returned to her people. The son remained for a short time. He left later never to be heard from again.

The other wanderer was born from a fraught union. His mother the daughter of a Commander in Darius’ army. A union created on a chance encounter after a well placed dinner. The daughter young and enticing to the rarely satisfied Darius. The Commander was unhappy with the mix. The daughter was delighted. Purposeful. Ambitious. She gave birth to a healthy boy but when she learned there was no place in the palace for her beside Darius she disfigured her own child. The damage was irreparable. This young woman was swifted away by her father so that no retribution would be made by Darius. The child was raised in the palace. His every want and need was attended to. His desire was near isolation and the company of only one or two scholars to quench his unending thirst for knowledge. He left in the night. Unaccompanied. Never to return.

Although Darius sent others to follow and to trace the path of these young sons. No word was ever received of the final destination of these prodigal sons or of their individual destinies.

There of course are endless stories of the lives of the sons of Darius. It is within these records that I desire to provide an image of the moments that are a summation of the lineage. Details too many to share here. The sons of Darius gave sons to the Achaemenid line and within these numbered well into one hundred grandsons. Thus lives the evidence that the lineage of the King of Kings did not die within the house of the Achaemenid. Persia lives on to this moment.



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XERXES - My Mother: Atossa

 

My Mother: Atossa

My father called her Attoples. (Uh-top-o-leez). She was his third and favorite wife, Atossa, daughter of Cy-rees the Great. Although more wives followed. This one union brought Darius I, great pleasure. Great joy. Great progeny. And magnificent lineage to seal the throne of his empire for generations.

Atossa was lean and limber and of course very beautiful. She was sharp witted yet cool tongued and this gave entrance to the conversations of men. She was soft yet determined. Never cruel but pragmatic. Warm hearted and comforting to those close in her circle. Circumspect with those not yet familiar.

History has not been kind to her. The Greeks have written of her with some disdain. Flawed is that text. She was a great confident to her brother. He trusted her alone with advice. This gave outsiders and unfamiliars improper ideas about them. It was innocent. That is all to be said of that now.

Her first love was indeed my father. Poor woman. She was young. Royal. Courted by many royals from far away lands. Darius I wanted her. Cy-rees was pleased with the union. Atossa was delighted also. The nuptials were swift, the gift exchanges accepted with gratitude and off the couple went to share time alone. It was during these moments that I was conceived. In love on her part. In desire for a fine lineage on his part. That made for a very acceptable beginning, as he treated her very well always.

As their union expanded with more sons, Darius trusted her more and more with his royal business. Lands, food stores, education, arts, celebrations were all now part of her day to day responsibilities along with caring for young sons.

Her life was complete. Full. She was forever doting and disciplining her sons. Proud yet open to all support from others of their best upbringing. She was a staunch disciplinarian. Furtive was the son that thought he could sway her when he was wrong. When right, she was stalwart and doting to her sons.

Life in the company of Atossa was always full of pleasure. She was bright and thoughtful. Her sons adored her. Her daughter wanted to emulate her. Her two younger sisters admired her without jealousy as they too joined the royal house of Darius bearing him more sons.

It was this family unity and support that provided for a wondrous childhood. We children were supported and spoiled and cared for above all else. These days provide memories that to this very moment of now warm my heart.

Atossa was integral in my entrance to manhood. She selected those who would train me. She worked with those who provided my classical education. She warned off any who would cause me misdirection or harm.

There is more to the story of Atossa. For now. I leave her here to rest. Let us visit her once again as we explore more together at another moment.

Transmission Notes from Denice: 

Sept 20, 2023

 

Terran: Do you get a feel of his voice when he communicates?

Denice: Yes. His voice is deep powerful. His tone is sublime. He has been through it all. Sharing the good parts in between feels very important. 

 

Denice: I had a visit from Atossa the other morning. Quick visual with two moving images.

Denice: First, she had her long hair down and was in a formal coral colored gown with a full skirt that was textured, or embroidered with designs and had a three-quarter length sleeve matching. She had a few small white streaks in her hair. She twirled a bit to show me her gown and smiled.

 

Denice: Next, she was dressed in a pale pink American style women's sleeveless dress, matching shoes, and her hair was pulled back in a bun. She walked to me and patted me on the right shoulder. She was smiling.  

Denice: No audio with either video*. Feels like the second image is her now.  

*Terran note: "Video" is our term for telepathic images that are in motion like a movie.  I get them as well but I am not as skilled at it as Denice is. They also can be from multiple "camera angles which one can rotate through for a better view.  I sometimes struggle for the right words to use, as this is not remote viewing in the military sense of it, with blind targets.  This is often full on 4K imagery if you will for the image definition quality.  This is not blind men in Plato's cave describing an elephant.

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Xerxes - My Father: Darius

 

My Father: Darius

As is true in the beginning of most unions my young mother adored her strong and handsome husband. Their time alone was cherished. He adored her as well and gave her every attention possible when two are in the beginning of a new union. That is true and accurate. What is also true and accurate is that the first, initial adoration between the two was short lived. Darius had a shorter span of adoration than most men of his stature and when mother became with child – me – father began to show attention to other women quite quickly.

But this story is not of my mother’s treatment. Rather this is the story of Darius. The side unseen by human eye. This is true of most great ones who are only chronicled by their enemies for historical purposes. So this story of Darius is the side unseen.

We began with his journey out of the wood. Post battle. Separated from his men. He was the leader then of that battle. His men were decimated. He was alone. He journeyed past the field of the benevolent landowner who befriended him. Joined his household through his recovery. And married the eldest, most beautiful of the landowner’s daughters. That much we have said.

What was not yet shared is that these moments with this benevolent host and his gracious family changed the life of the Great Darius sure and well. Darius was treated with kindness and respect but this was not the luxury and constant support of which he was accustomed as the son of a king.

It was on this bucolic land that my father gained insight into the human condition. It was on this plot of farmland that my father gained insight into the ingenuity and possibilities of the human mind. It was in this healing and rustic environment my father created his vision for the future of Persia.

It is true my father was the third king of Persia in his immediate line. It is true and accurate that his title known far and wide was ‘King of Kings’. This was not a self-given title by those who reigned before him. The title was the gift of the ancient Asian empire of Zheng to my father’s third father before.

Darius grew in these moments of solace to be a thinking man. To imagine the great possibilities that innovation and architecture could bring to Persia. He imagined buildings and bridges and even boats as he healed his body.

Returning now to his time of my birth, Darius was a strong and influential guide in my upbringing yet he left the daily duties of care and decisions to my mother. By my first year my father had already taken another bride and created new life within her. My mother was not slighted by this move as the bride was her own dear sister.

The country estate was booming with family and friends and Darius was well pleased. It was from here that he met with his advisors to plan the great cities of Persia. These cities are known Persepolis. Tynad, Senchort. Lesser known are Tylama, Bagzhat, Meliopor. All lost to historical function now. Deserted and desert. But known and loved in our lifetime.

To continue with the pleasing perspective of Darius. He was strong. Vital. Innovative. Loyal to his bloodline. Considerate of the women in his life. Discrete. Temperate. And often solemn. His story is told by those who feared him and by more who abhorred him. As is true of most great ones, the absolute story is rarely known.

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