Update1 - XERXES; Part three - Early Childhood (to be continued...)

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September 25, 2021

Xerxes childhood

FIRST I SUBMIT GRATITUDE TO ALL WHO RECEIVE MY WORDS. IN REACHING OUT THERE ARE MANY WHO RECEIVE. MANY NOT AWARE. IT IS NOT MY INTENTION TO SPREAD AN EGOIC RECITAL OF MY WORTH. RATHER MY INTENTION IS TO SHARE MY OWN WORDS. MY OWN EXPERIENCE. MY OWN STORY THROUGH MY EYES.

PERSIA WAS MORE THAN AN EMPIRE. IT WAS A LAND OF PASTORAL BEAUTY. THE FARMS AND FIELDS WERE INTERSPERSED WITH FORESTS. IT IS TRUE THAT RECORD OF THIS PERCEPTION OF PERSIA IS LACKING. IT IS TRUE THAT THE LANDS OF THIS FORMER EMPIRE ARE FROUGHT WITH DUST AND SAND AND ENDLESS WAR.  THE WINDS OF CHANGE COME. THE RECOMPENSE FOR ALL THAT WAS DONE AT THE HANDS OF ALL WHO CAUSED PAIN AND SUFFERING IS NOW.  IN THIS I AM COMPLICIT. I TOO CAUSED PAIN AND SUFFERING IN MY ADULT YEARS. BUT IT IS MY YOUTH THAT I WISH TO SHARE NOW.

THE SETTING IS A SMALL FIELD OF POPPY BRIGHT. FRAGRANT. COOL WINDS SHUFFLING THROUGH THE FOLIAGE SURROUNDING THE FIELD. IT WAS A SECRET PARADISE. NOT FAR THROUGH THE TREES WAS A SMALL STREAM. A PEBBLED BOTTOM. SMALL FISH DARTING THROUGH THE SWIRLING WATERS.  IT WAS HERE I FIRST SAW HER. AND THAT IS WHERE I END THIS PART OF MY STORY TO GO BACKWARD FURTHER. TO MY EARLY YOUTH. BEFORE I WAS TRAINED IN THE BRUTAL WAYS OF WAR.

I WAS OF AVERAGE HEIGHT. MY HAIR LEFT TO GROW. OFTEN TIED BACK OR PLAITED. IT WAS BELOW MY SHOULDERS. THICK. MY COMPANIONS WERE ALWAYS AROUND. SONS OF GREAT ADIVSORS. SONS OF FIELD HANDS. WE DID NOT DISCRIMINATE THEN BETWEEN US. EACH ONE WHO COULD RUN AND CLIMB AND PARTICIPATE IN OUR MISCHIEF AND GAMES WAS ALWAYS WELCOMED.  THERE WAS NOT A GIRL AT THAT TIME WHO DESIRED TO RUN AND CLIMB. HAD THERE BEEN ONE. SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN WELCOMED.  THE GIRLS WERE INTERESTED IN THE HOUSEHOLD AND CARE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS. PRESSED IN THE ART OF BEAUTY AND NURTURE.

WE BOYS HAD OTHER LOFTY IDEALS. SLIPPING IN TO THE FIELD AND CHASING THE STALLIONS. RIDING THE SHEEP.  NO THE THOUGHT OF TIPPING A COW WAS NOT PRESENT. THE CARE OF THE HERD WAS SACRED. IT WAS THE VERY FOOD THAT SUSTAINED THE STRONG WARRIORS FOR WHICH WE WERE ALL DESTINED TO BECOME.

I FEEL THE DELAY AND DISINTEREST OF OUR HOSTESS. IT IS NOT A MOMENT FOR HER TO CONTINUE.  WE RETURN AT A BETTER MOMENT.

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Denice: it is coming slow today. I got distracted by the image of them tipping cows, sorry!

Denice: This morning Xerxes told me "Fair Winds".  

Denice: I just looked it up and this link popped up:

https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20210810-the-ancient-persian-way-to-keep-cool

Clif High: Woo and Probability

I'm quite enjoying Clif High lately, as much for watching his very rapid awakening as to the information he provides.   Clif has an interesting way of looking at things, and he's not always right, but fascinating nonetheless. 

Update 9/23/2021

 

Thought I'd bring you up to date here with what's been going on.  I got my car fixed Sunday night.  Runs really well now.  It wasn't too hard to fix, it was just extremely hot weather, which meant I had to pace myself a bit in this humidity.  It has now cooled down in the Hill Country.

I drove to El Paso Tuesday to pick up my friend "Stormy" who got stranded there. My car was working so I drove to El Paso to get him out of there. That's about an 800 mile trip one way from the center of Texas.  Texas is huge, but its only the 2nd biggest state, Alaska is actually bigger.  Fortunately on I-10 the speed limit is 80 mph which made the trip go faster. 

Stormy is an adventurer and an iconoclast.  And a really decent kind human being.  In 2019 he dropped in here and helped me and my neighbor with work that needed to be done done on these properties.  He stays out of the commerce systems as much as he can and prefers to work for board and room or do barter.  He's an incredibly fast and hard worker.   He earns his keep.  He's a Pleiadian starseed but the Data Collectors said he was a wayfarer even when he was with them.  He's the one who invited me to Durango after the trial events of 2017-2018 in Tennesee.

Stormy usually hitchhikes his way around the nation when he goes on the road, which he had great success with in 2019.  But in 2021 he ran into a very strange situation in El Paso that I don't have an explanation for other than being some sort of strange energetic that wouldn't let him go.  Stormy found it's  much harder to hitchhike in this COVID fear mongering time.  He found refuge at a shelter in El Paso, while we worked through ways to get him out of there.  El Paso has weather very much like Phoenix Arizona, very very hot.   A friend here in Texas sent him bus fare last week and then the shelter stole the money, about $300 including the overnight package costs it took to send it there.   That is being investigated now by the retired police officer that sent it. 

When I arrived in El Paso about 8 pm Tuesday, Stormy was waiting outside.  I turned on Google maps to navigate back home out that dodgey neighborhood a couple of blocks from the Rio Grande.

Google Maps kept re-directing me around the block back to that shelter, twice!  I stopped the iPhone app and restarted it and I got the same results!   Very very strange, but indicative of the energies we had been dealing with for the past week when we trying to get him out of there. It was like he was in an energetic black hole in El Paso.  I just ignored the map and drove east on I-10 and then the app started behaving again. 

Great to be back home.  Thanks to all who donated this month.  You helped with the repairs and other expenses.  Special thanks to Denice and Ted for your assistance.   My car is working which means I can work again.

I am once again reminded how in this chaotic time we need to be there for each other as much as we can.  We'll get through this time. Together. Nobody gets left behind. 

Clif High: Consequences of Woo

 

I have followed Clif's work a very long time.  I don't always agree with everything he says but I love where he is lately.  He's awakening so fast now its wonderful to watch.

Clif is a logician (programmer) and linguist by training.  I come from a similar logic background and I have worked with natural language systems in the early 1990s.  A system I and a young man from MIT  reverse engineered, became the software which was Google Translate until 2009,  which they the switched into using neural networks (a better tech honestly).

Clif's software that analyzes the words from social media tends to skew to the negative and scary side of things about 100 to 1, over positive outcomes (from my observation) so I always keep that in mind. It has to do with the fact that humans are more expressive when things are bad.  Still he often has some really interesting insights. 

I really think the human body is much more resilient to the mRNA vaccines than people think, but it could weaken people for a bit.  I have a loved one who took the Pfizer vaccine, despite my encouraging them not to.  So I am hoping for the best on that.

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Two Clif High Interviews

A couple of hard to find Clif High Interviews that may be of interest

XERXES: Childhood monologue - Part 2

IF IT PLEASES OUR HOSTESS. I RETURN TO THE MISCHIEF. THE ADVENTURE. WAS I A BOY OF 8? OR 9? I WAS HALF THE SIZE OF A FULL GROWN MAN. MY COHORTS WERE THE SAME IN SIZE AND STATURE. WE RAN TO THE ORCHARDS FOR COVER. FOR TREATS. FOR RESPITE FROM THE VERY FEW CHORES THAT WERE IMPOSED UPON US. WE WERE TREATED AS ROYALTY. ALL OF US CHILDREN. AND LAUGHTER PERMEATED NEARLY EVERY MOMENT.

THERE ARE FEW OCCASSIONS OF DISPLEASURE. OF SPYING ON THE ADULTS TO OVERHEAR THE GRIM NEWS OF A FAR DISTANT ATTACK. OF THE RARE OCCASSION THAT A LOVED MEMBER OF THE TROUPE WE CALLED FAMILY RETURNED ON THE BACK OF HORSE. OR IN THE BED OF AN OLD WOODEN CART. THE DEATHS WERE FAR AND FEW BETWEEN AS I RECALL. YET NOW IN RETROSPECT AND REFLECTION WE CHILDREN WERE PROTECTED FROM IT. FROM THIS VANTAGE OF ALL SEEN THE DEATH WAS A DAILY DIVERSION FOR MANY OF THE ADULTS. DEATH BOTH NATURAL AND NOT. DEALT WITH IMMEDIATELY WITH REVERENCE AND YET WITHOUT REVERIE. NEARLY ALWAYS KEPT HIDDEN FROM THE CHILDREN.

THIS BRIEF DIGRESSION IS COMPLETE. IT SETS THE SCENE FOR THE PURE JOY AND COMFORT WE CHILDREN OBTAINED. SO WHY THE MISCHIEF? WHY NOT THE MISCHIEF? THERE WAS ALWAYS AN URGE TO PUSH BOUNDARIES OF JOY. AND OCCASSIONALY THAT INCLUDED PLAYING THE ADULTS FOR FOOLS AND FOOLS PARDON.

IF OUR HOSTESS STOPS TO REVIEW EACH PHRASE WE MAY TAKE A MOMENT MORE THAN REQUESTED.

TO THE MISCHIEF. WHAT WOULD ONE DO IF ALL THE DAYS WORK OF FIG HARVEST WAS REMOVED FROM VIEW? THE BURDEN OF REVEALING THE THEFT OF SUCH HARVEST WOULD FALL TO THE YOUNGEST OF WORKERS. TAKEN TO THE EMPOROR AND AND GUARDS THIS WORKER WOULD BE SHAKING WITH FEAR OF REPRISALS FOR SUCH A LOSS.

WHAT IF IN THE EARLY MORNING OF THE LAST HARVEST DAY THE YOUTH STOLE INTO THE SHEDS AND REMOVED THE HARVEST TO THE PALACE?

WHAT IF IN THE BOREDOM OF THE AFTERNOON QUIET TEN OR SO HALF SIZED MEN STALKED THE ORCHARDS AND REMOVED THE LAST OF THE BASKETS OF FIGS. WHAT IF THESE BASKETS WERE CARRIED ONE BY ONE QUIETLY WITHOUT REPRISAL TO THE GRAND MEETING HALL?

WHAT IF THESE BASKETS WERE HIDDEN UNDER COVER OF THE RICHEST GARMENTS AND BLANKETS?

AND THEN TO THE UTMOST REGRET OF THOSE MEN IN THE POSITION OF HARVEST AND STORAGE REALIZING THE HARVEST HAS GONE MISSING? OFF TO THE PALACE THE YOUNGEST WORKER WAS SENT.

AND UPON ENTRANCE TO A GRAND HALL FILLED WITH GRAND ADULTS IN GRAND ATTIRE THIS YOUNG HARVESTER WAS USHERED TO THE FRONT OF THE EMPOROR AND GUARD?

THE MOMENT OF STILLNESS AS ALL WATCHED IS CLEAR AND PRESENT FOR ME EVEN IN THIS NOW. AND THOSE ADULTS HOLDING BACK THE MIRTH IS ONE OF PURE DELIGHT.

AND THE EMPOROR, BRINGING THE YOUNG WORKER TO THE FRONT OF THE BULK OF GARMENTS AND THE CHILDREN TEARING AWAY THE COLORFUL FABRICS TO REVEAL THE FIGS!

THE UPROAR OF LAUGHTER AND MUSIC AND THE FLAT LEATHER SOLES OF THE SANDALS AS THE CHILDREN RAN CIRCLES AROUND THE WORKER.

I DO NOT TAKE COMPLETE CREDIT FOR THE GRAND SCHEME. BUT TO THE ADULTS IT WAS A GREAT WONDER. THAT THE CHILDREN WOULD EXPEND SUCH ENERGY TO DEVISE AND IMPLEMENT SUCH MISCHIEF.

A FEAST WAS PREPARED FOR ALL AND SPILLED OUT INTO THE COURTYARD AS ALL OF THE PEOPLE JOINED THE MERRIMENT.

AND THIS IS BUT ONE MOMENT OF PLEASURE RECALLED NOW. MISCHIEF IN THE PALACE AND WITHOUT. TO THE EDGES OF THE PALACE GROUNDS WAS OUR FIELD OF PLAY.

AND WE LEARNED MORE THAN ONCE THAT PLAYING TRICKS ON THE GOATS WAS FOLLY AT BEST.

SO I RETIRE NOW. AND PLEAD A RETURN ONCE MORE. IN A MOMENT OF LONGER ATTENTION. AS THE HOSTESS PROVIDES.

I AM A MIRTHFUL XERXES.

A letter from Xerxes of Persia

August 25, 2021

Denice: Happy Birthday!!

Denice: A small gift from a very old friend in your inbox😀 He knocked a few times of the past few years but I did not answer.

Terran: Wow… what a heart felt letter! My eyes are watering! I can feel his heart!  I know him?   

I would be happy to hear his story and the story of Persia

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Terran note:  Xerxes is back in form. I wasn't expecting this, but I felt this man's emotions and love for his beloved Persia!  

What Denice does is not channeling, she is a conduit of information or as Denice describes it "I just type it". Denice is modest, she does it is so incredibly clear and uncluttered.  Forever grateful for her collaboration.

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XERXES

THIS ONE HAS HESITATED FOR FAR TOO LONG TO SHARE MY STORY. I HAVE LEFT THE FIELD TO BE CLEAR FOR A RETURN. SHE RETURNS TO RECIEVE. THIS IS MY STORY IN MY WORDS.

I AM XERXES.

I SHARE THAT I WAS ONE OF ADVENTURE. MISCHIEF. I SEE THESE WORDS FLOW EASILY NOW. AND I GRASP THE NEED TO ATTEND TO THE DETAILS BY WAITING FOR THE  CORRECT MOMENT FOR HER TO RECEIVE THE MESSAGE.

MY PARENTAGE WAS A GREAT ADVANTAGE. THE RESEARCH IS VALID. I DO NOT DWELL ON THE GALLANTRY OF THE UPBRINGING.  PERSIA WAS GOLDEN. NOT A GOLDEN AGE. NOT A RICHNESS UNREWARDED. GOLDEN.

THE AIR WAS RIPE AND FRESH. THE SANDS AND SWALLOWS AND SMALL MEADOWS AND YES FORESTS HELD A GOLDEN HUE.  

YES OURS IS DEPICTED AS BARREN. A DESERT. A HOLLOW DRY PLACE.  IN MY DAYS AND NIGHTS THERE WAS MUCH ABUNDANCE OF LIFE AND MEASURED SADNESS.

THE DETAILS OF MY YOUNG LIFE ARE NOT MOST IMPORTANT. I AM LOST TO HISTORY BUT FOR A FEW NOTES FROM A MAJICAL MUSICIAN AND A  STEALTHY PAINTER OR TWO.  A COIN OF GREAT VALUE BEARS MY RESEMBLANCE BUT THAT MATTERS NOT. NOT NOW. NOT THEN.

I WAS HAPPY. WELL FED. WELL PRACTICED IN THE ARTS OF ATHLETES OF MY TIME.  ARCHERY. RACING. AND HORSES. WE DID HAVE THE MASTERY OF HORSEMANSHIP.

THE HOUSEHOLD IS DESCRIBED AS THIS.  IF YOU ARE INTERESTED.  MY FIRST MEMORY IS OF THE OPEN VERANDA. FRUITS AND OTHER TREATS IN BASKETS ON A TABLE.  CHILDREN. SOME MY BROTHERS RUNNING FREE AND LAUGHING. THERE WERE MEN AND WOMAN OF GREAT STATURE ALWAYS GATHERED AT OUR DOORSTEP. IN AND OUT. MAKING GREAT PLANS. DISCUSSING GREAT ADVENTURES. WEAVING THE FUTURE OF OUR GREAT PERSIA.

THERE WERE LONG AND STRAIGHT HALLS LEADING OFF THE GRAND MEETING PLACE. AND ROOMS FOR SLEEP WERE PLENTY AND WELL DECORATED. YES THERE WERE SILKS AND COTTONS AND EVERY MANNER OF WOVEN FABRICS. AS IF THAT IS IMPORTANT?

OH AND THE COLORS? YES. VIBRANT TO THE EYE. DEEP AND RICH. AND HAND DYED BY THE VERY MASTERS OF THE ART.  EACH ONE PLEASED TO SHARE TALENTS THAT WERE HOUSED IN THE PALACE.

THE BEDS WERE OF COMFORT. THE FOOD WAS PLENTY. THE DECORATIONS FANCY. THE LIGHTING WAS BY WICK AND OIL.

YOU SURELY WILL INQUIRE OF THE FOOD? ALL GROWN IN THE SURROUNDING LANDS. AND HUNTED IN THE NEARBY FORESTS.  YES. FORESTS. PERSIA OF GREAT WAS NOT A COMPLETE DESERT OF DRY SAND AND BITTER WINDS. IT WAS LUSH. GREEN. WITH STREAMS FLOWING WITH SWEETWATER AND LAKES WITH COOL AND COMFORTING BANKS.

THE ABUNDANCE WAS SHARED BY ALL. AND WE HELD THAT NO MAN WAS A SLAVE TO ANOTHER IN THAT PALACE. THAT SINGULAR HOUSEHOLD. EACH HAD A ROLE TO PLAY IN THE UPKEEP. AND THE CHILDREN WERE HAPPY TO PLAY THE ROLES AS WELL. 

IT IS SAID THAT I WAS ARROGANT. AND PERHAPS THAT IS TRUE. I SAY THIS. I WAS A HAPPY AND CAREFREE CHILD. MY FAVORTIE AND CHERISHED MEMORIES ARE OF HIDING IN THE TOPS OF THE TREES OF THE ORCHARD ALONG THE GRAND ALLEY TO THE PALACE. AND IN DOING SO, EATING MY FARE SHARE OF PLUMS AND POMEGRANITES AND FIGS.

THERE WERE SO MANY WONDERFUL MEN AND WOMEN THAT WATCHED AND CARED FOR US. THERE WAS NEVER A MOMENT OF FEAR THAT I RECALL. AND NOW IN ALL RETROSPECT OF ALL THAT IS AND ALL THAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN. PERSIA WAS A PARADISE WITHOUT COMPARE.

I SHARE THIS AND ADMIT MY GUILT. IF I HAD FOLLOWED MY HEART. AND REMAINED TRUE TO PERSIA. TO PARADISE. I WOULD NOT HAVE SACRIFICED HER FUTURE TO THE CONQUEST OF OTHER NATIONS.

THE SADNESS I FEEL NOW SHARING THIS MOMENT WELLS UP INTO MY HEART. YES. I STILL HAVE A HEART. I AM IN FORM. AND INTEND TO MAKE YOUR AQUAINTENCE AS PERMITTED BY THESE SWAYING WINDS BOTH BITTER AND SWEET.

I TAKE GREAT CARE AS I SHARE THIS. HAD I NOT BEEN HOISTED TO POWER BY THOSE WHO DESIRED MY. . . . .

I SHARE THIS NOW.  IN HESITATION ABOVE AND HEREIN. THE ATTEMPTED CONQUEST OF THE GREEKS WAS GREAT FOLLY.

I AM FULLY RESPONSIBLE. AND KNOWING THIS IN MY HEART AND IN ALL OF MY BEING. I KNOW THAT MY PARTICIPATION IN THE EVENTS CREATED A DIVERSION. ONE THAT GAVE CREDENCE AND POSSIBILITY TO FUTURE EVENTS. CONTRIBUTING TO THE DECLINE OF MY FAMILY. MY PEOPLE. AND OF ALL THOSE I LOVED. AND LOVE EVEN NOW.  TO THIS VERY MOMENT. IN  THE MOST RECENT HISTORY OF EARTH.

I ASK THIS TO BE SHARED NOW. PERSIA IS A PEOPLE OF GREAT LOVE. OF GREAT COMPASSION. OF GREAT ART AND CONTRIBUTION. AND HER PEOPLE OF A BEAUTY TO BE SHARED.  AS THEY ARE ALL GIVEN TO DO EVEN NOW.  NO AMOUNT OF CONTROL/ OF MISMANAGED POWER. OF DISMANTLED COLONIZATION. CAN STIFLE HER. SHE WILL RISE ONCE MORE.  IN BEAUTY AND IN GRACE. 

THIS MOMENT CLOSES. I SEE. AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THIS SHORT MOMENT TO SHARE MY STORY.  THERE IS MUCH MORE IF THE WRITER IS WILLING TO BRING IT OUT AND GIVE LETTERS TO THE WORDS.  AND THAT IS ALL I WISH. THAT THE STORY OF PERSIA IS HELD WITH LOVE AS ALL MOVE FORWARD INTO WHAT IS EXPANDING NOW.  

I AM XERXES.