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| Topic Started: Oct 30 2010, 05:32 AM (718 Views) | |
| Filo | Oct 30 2010, 05:32 AM Post #1 |
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OCC: This is a story where i revive the 1000 cities. Anyone can partecipate to the events, both diplomatically and/or militarily. I would like samething like real life afhanistan, occupied by international forces and with a styronge resistence, placed(depending if i'll have also Tajiskistan or not) noth to the Daryoi River. I think to have two King of King, one backed by international forces and one by the rebels, both claiming to be the reincarnation of Megas Alexandros. I need that some one invade Bactria, any one, for any motive is accepted but remeber that he or they will be defetaed and a real and lawfull King of Kings will be restored. Volunteers? |
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| Filo | Oct 30 2010, 02:08 PM Post #2 |
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Alexandria Arachosia Posted Image They walk quietly in the garden of bamboo. A gift from the Emperor of China a few thousand years ago. The old man walked slowly, leaning on a stick. The other, a younger man, but he is no longer in his prime, wearing an orange dress, stood behind him with alacrity. "O king," said the man dressed in orange "you will live forever." The old man laughed, "Ptolemy," he said, "My hour is almost over and you would not be here if I did not know." Ptolemy seemed embarrassed. "You know," said the old man again "I Mazdean say that the world is a gift from their God, Ahura Mazda." Ptolemy knew and nodded his head yes, "O king, if you did not know I would not be your prime minister." "A minister," replied the king who came here to tell me something, not just to see an old man to enjoy the beauty and tranquility of the garden is not it? ". "No, my king, Ptolemy was courteous," the council of the monks my king, has gathered. " The old king sighed, "Well," stroked a bamboo leaf "in the short time the life of this body will shut down and my soul will incarnate again, stared at him" the venerable Buddha sent me a dream 's Last night, Maytreya appeared to me and told me that our country will suffer for the summer and autumn. " Ptolemy said, "Sire, I do not understand." "Even I, who knows what the will of the Buddha?", Waved "lets as go now, the Sanghas expect us." |
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| Filo | Oct 31 2010, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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Palace of the King of Kings, Alexandria Arachossia In the hall was felt only the king's powerful baritone voice. He was reciting the Lotus Sutra, and invoking the benevolence of the Buddha so that he could move without pain from this state of living for his reincarnation. When he finished, all eyes of the assembly of monks turned to him. "My beloved brothers," he said the king "my time in this life is about to expire, everyone knew that Alexander XVI, Megas Alexandros flesh was dying, Milarepa in his orange robe raised an eyebrow, the King of Kings was finally telling the council who would be replaced as they would be searched his reincarnation. Alessandro XVI continued, "I spent a fruitful life, our country is secure, but the Buddha sent me a dream. In this dream I saw the winter and summer in the same season and saw the sword. " Milarepa twisted nose, the dream would clearly indicate a conflict. Unfortunate outcome, but not too rare in the history of Bactria "I'll let Alexandria Arachossia," said Alessandro XV "and I will go to Bamyan, in the shadow of the great stone Buddhas decide who happen to me as regent." |
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| Filo | Nov 2 2010, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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Official Comunication from Alexandria Arachossia From Radio Bactria You write, for each nation in its language, every people in his writing Alexander XVI. King of Bactria, Soghdiana, Korasamia and Gandhara. Lord of the four corners of the World. Great King Kings of Kings Says and commands: My beloved people, because I am old, and this life is ending, waiting for the next reincarnation ordered the Council of the monks, the army and all the people to obey the viceroy I chose. My people search for the next reincarnation of Megas Alexandros is entrusted to General Ptolemy. So I decided, so I commend, so it will be done. Posted Image General Ptolemy Sadran, Viceroy of the 1000 cities of Bactria |
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| Filo | Nov 3 2010, 03:21 PM Post #5 |
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Alexandria Arachossia, Sangha Palace Posted Image "Let me understand," Milarepa told the monks in front of him, "this general Ptolemy was preferred to me?", His voice dripping with indignation, though controlled by years of practice Buddhism. Bindusara, the elder monk, and therefore the most authoritative in the council, he kept his eyes down "Venerable Milarepa," he said "the will of the Great King, may he live forever, you can not put into question ... ". Milarepa stopped him with a wave of his hand "This is a lie, you know that the council has the power to control the King of kings, may he live forever, this decision is illegal as well as unjust." Attalus, secretary of the council and one of the most prominent among the monks, said, "Milarepa This is not true, you know that the succession is always dependent on the King of Kings, may he live forever." This time the voice of Milarepa had trouble staying low "You do not understand it?", Two other monks did not leave time to answer "Sadran befall our power, but he did not want to turn this land into an Asian version of America, of NAN or the Confederacy. The first thing you should do is reduce our prestige, I guess that will have secular schools. " At these words both Attalus and Bindusara had to agree. "But we can do," asked the latter. Milarepa was thinking "I will find a solution, but we must prevent that Ptolemy may lead the search for the incarnation of the King of Kings." When they were gone, like a shadow, from a side door came a man in his forties. "You have heard it all, Kurosh?" Asked Milarepa. "Yes, I have also heard and understood," he replied. "What do you say?". "What they fear, and this in is our favor." |
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| Filo | Nov 4 2010, 01:46 PM Post #6 |
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Bamiyan, Bactria Posted Image Posted Image Inside the cave was almost cold at least compared to the heat of the plains of Baiyam. "My king," said the little boy dressed in orange, "May you live forever, I brought you tea". It rested a metal tray with a few cups of poor clay. Alessandro XVI did not answer immediately, he was still with his eyes closed while the fragrance of tea spreads then along the cave.. The boy sat watching the old king. Now, in a simple white robe, it seemed the powerful king of the kings of Bactria, but just a poor old hermit. But Alexander XVI had always been kind to him, since he had gathered on the streets of Alexandria Arachossia. The king's smiled again "And that's what I do, you have to do too, but my role is different, I must return to help others to break the mechanism," he paused "Tell me, have come?". "As I told my king," said Devdas "are in the shadow of the Great Buddha." The Great Buddha of Bamiyan, one of the greatest sculptures of Gautama, after 2000 years still instilled fear and respect as well as wonder at the faith that he had formed. Alexander had not chosen Bamiyan at random, was there that he was born, when it was called Aristoteles and had a child like many others. Before that the envoys of the King of King Menander XX chose him as the reincarnation of Alexander the Macedonian and intended him to govern the Republic of Bactria. His village was dominated by the shadow of the great Buddhas, one of which, the biggest of all was really amazing and impressive. He had always felt awe at the image of the venerable Siddartha. Now he hoped that his ex-ministers, who came to see him, had been in the same situation. "Remember Devdas," he finally said "life is nothing, is an appearance, a shadow, remember what Gautama taught us?". "Yes my king," said the nimble boy "has taught us the four noble truths. Life is pain, the pain is caused by the wishes and desires can be off and to do that you must follow the eightfold path. " The king smiled, "Well done, keep it up you'll soon be able to have a monastery everything for you," then he turned serious: "Unfortunately, few, even among the monks, really follow the four noble truths, I say unto you, my young boy, that our country will suffer a lot for this attack to the wishes ", he closed his eyes and sighed," Go now, my ministers want to talk one last time. " It was the closest thing to a father who had ever known. Finally the King of Kings opened his eyes. "Devdas," he said to him "you recited the mantra?". "Yes my king," replied the boy "may you live forever, as I always do." Alexander took a cup of tea and sipped a drink. India black tea, his preferred quality. "My king," said Devdas "may you ...", he was stopped by a gesture of the king. "My little boy," said the king "I'm going to leave this world, not insisting to tie what you should dissolve." The young man nodded his head. "Are you afraid that I die?" He asked with a smile the king. "Yes my king, May ...", he stopped himself. "But this," said the King of Kings "is the mechanism of the wheel of karma, because you can live another life, a life must end." "But the Buddha," said the boy, "said the mechanism has to be broken, you have to reach Nirvana." |
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| Filo | Nov 5 2010, 02:26 PM Post #7 |
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Bamiyan, Cave of Alexander's retire In the cold cave, Bidusara, was completely uncomfortable. He was not used to that kind of retreat, perhaps he should learn from the Great King as he meditated in search of revival. When he entered a kid, could not have more than twelve years, he motioned for silence. "The King of Kings is meditating," he whispered to him. Bindusara was stung by that kid that gave off. He did not dare answer him. And also he put in the lotus position, seeking the path of Sakyamuni. He could not concentrate on manthras necessary, the mind wandered too. Milarepa had sent him to speak to the great king but Bindusara not clear what he wanted to tell him. "My poor Bindusara," the voice of Alessandro XVI shook him. He could not see him in the shadows of the cave, but his voice, amplified by the stone, there was something supernatural. "My king," the monk said reverently, "May you reign forever, I am here on behalf of the monk Milarepa, you know, my king, be the leader of the council." The king smiled, or at least let suppose that the tone was doing "My good Bindusara, I appointed myself the head of the council despite his young age," he paused "I can not complain about him, you listen." "That's my king, live forever," said Bindusara lowering the front almost to the ground, "Milarepa does not understand why you have chosen your viceroy instead of Ptolemy as the leader of the monks, as is tradition." "Know Ptolemy?" Said the king of kings. "Yes my king, may you viv ..", a gesture of Devdas "interrupted" Only send a response to what you asked the great king, "the boy seemed a terrible god of the Aryans while pronouncing an opinion, a Krishna or Vishnu, so you Bindusara adequate "my king". "Know well what he has done for our country is not it?" Said the king of kings. "You know," BIndusara could not ignore the bravery of Sadran great general who had fought for years against the forces of the Dominion, but could not ignore its repeated requests modernist; this, however, did not say to the king of kings. "Well Bindusara, good returns from Milarepa and say: Do not worry about the Viceroyalty, you employed to fit the religion so many find enlightenment." Bindusara s'incinò another time and left the cave. |
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| Filo | Nov 8 2010, 01:48 PM Post #8 |
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Alexandria Arachossia Posted Image The place where they were found was a small stupa at the peripherals of the great city of Alexandria. Milarepa's counted one by one, the twelve leaders of the ethnic of the tajicks. Kurosh as always was on the side, and while the tribal leaders came in, had given him the name of each of them. The vast majority of tajiks people professed the mazdean faith and were followers of the Mobedan Mobed of Drapsaka. Kurosh, Mazdean since birth, was one of a mobed, one more experienced and followed up zoroastrian priest in Alexandria Arachossia. "Trust what I say Milarepa", whispered in his ear, "They are trustworthy people, the Tajiks a vollta you have given the word, we will follow up to the abyss." Milarepa nodded, the news Bindusara reported from Bayam were not good "The Kings of Kings refused to rewiew his judgment, Ptolomey would remain viceroy. "Pardon me Milarepa", said Kurosh "i see not the Mobedan Mobed". "I haven't covened him", replied the buddhist monk. "Why?", Kurosh was astonished "how you hope to lead the tajiks to battle if not encouraged by the High Priest?". Milarepa assumed the lotus position and closed the eyes "Kurosh, i wish not a religiouse war...it shall be too negative", he paused "If the Buddha's compassion help me i'll wish not a war at all, only stripe the reins of power to Ptolomey". |
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| Filo | Nov 10 2010, 10:14 AM Post #9 |
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Posted Image The session was opened normally, the various representatives of the tribes that formed the thousand cities, they sat in their stalls and had expected that Ptolemy began to speak. Given that, nominally at least, Bactria was a republic, the viceroy appointed by the King of Kings must be present before the Loya Jirga, the grand assembly of district leaders, the lesser ruling body of the four kingdoms. The first was, of course, the council of the monks of the largest monasteries in the country, some of which, Dikran could see, were also seated in the Loya Jirga as tribal chiefs or heads of a district. Dikran was unsure, if the Sanghas, the monks, council has just approved the viceroy the Loya Jirga, normally, should not have problems confirming him. But Milarepa had called for them, for all district chiefs of Mazdean faith and spoke against Ptolomey. Sadran, Ptolomeny, was a war hero and a fasighted politician, he was, then, not a commoner but an immortarl, one of the most high aristocracy of Bactria. Dikran was sure, late night, they talk about rebellion. He was bewildered, only the thought to rebel against the Kings of Kings terrified him. The other Tajiks leaders, more or less, thought the same. Rebellion against Alexander XVI was a sin, against Ptolemy was wrong until he show his real intentions. Meanwhile Sadran stated to talk. It was a plain a simple speech, with which they could agree from top to bottom. Business as usual until the death of Alexanderm, then start serching for the reincarnation of the Great King. When come the time to vote, Dikran, raised his hand like everyone in the Loya Jirga. There would be time to judge the work of Ptolemy Sadran |
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| Filo | Nov 12 2010, 07:50 AM Post #10 |
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Alxanxder XVI up the fire with his staff making darting up and vigorously, poured tea for himself and Devdas. "Once upon a time a young and beatifull lady, queen of a great and powerfull kingdom at the foot of the mountains had a dream", he started to tell; Devdas' eyes flashes in iterest, the young monk loved the stories of the old Kings of Kings. "In the dream", the King continues "she dream of of a beautiful white elephant coming down into her womb. It was a sign: the young baby would become a great emperor but", Alexander rise a finger "Only he was spare from death, suffering and poverty. So, his father, the king of that great kingdom, built a great and beautifull palace when the young prince spent his life between parties and hunting, surrounded by all the luxuries he could want and desire". "And then?", asked Devdas "what's happening next?". "Really you don't know?", asked amazed Alexander. "Oh no your majesty, i know well but you tell it so funny", and he laught, tearing a smile to the old king. "Well, one day", started again the King "the young prince saw the doors of the palace were left open, the guardias, distracted, looked in another direction. He thought that was the right moment to leave, to see the outside world that his father, always forbide him to see, so, though afraid, he left", Alexander sipped the tea. "Outside he found the city streets, dirty and gloomy so different from his beautiful castle. The first thing he saw was a poor asking for charity, then looked a dead body and after that a yogi in meditation". Devdas listened carefully every word and seemed lost in the story. Alexander paused for a while, leaving the boy to immagine the scenes he told "He knew that the life he had lived since then was a lie and started to meditated himself leaving familiy and castle". "Do you know what happened next?", asked the king. "Oh yes my king", replied the boy "he stay 49 days under a ficus tree". "Yes, he stay 49 days under the tree with closed eyes and when he opened the eyes, Brahaman went down from the heavens. Brhaman asked why the eyes of the young prince had a so strange light". "Did you know why?", asked Alexander. "Yes", replied Devdas "The fist thing Bhraman asked was if the prince was a God and the replied that he was not; then he asked if he was a yogi and the, again, the prince replied that he was not. Ao, asked again Bhrahaman what was he?. He, said the prince, was awake". |
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| Filo | Nov 16 2010, 10:02 AM Post #11 |
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It was a day like any other in Alexandria Arachossia. The city, whose antiquity was visible in every wall and every stone, was still surrounded by walls, built about a thousand years before by the Ghaznavid dinasty who took power and relegated the Kings of Kings to simple religiouse office. The boy had walked a long way. He left Bamiyan short after the death of the Kings of Kings. Devdas had lit the pyre of Alexander XVI° and had left, as the king had ordered, the fire to consume him completely and then the wind carried him away. Then, alone, pondering the words of the King, had walked toward the capital, to report a message to the council of monks and to the Viceroy. The guards at the gate did not give him no even a glace. He, after all, was only a small boy and they didn't know what message he was carring. Devdas arrived to the Royal palace virtually unnoticed. "May Buddha's compassion goes with you", he said to the guards outside the palace doors. The three man, thinking he was serching some charity replied "Wait boy, may be we have some bread". "I wish", Devdas replied "talk with the Viceroy". One of the guard laughed "You? you are a child, why should general Tolemaya talk with you?" "Because", the boy replied exatrcting from the vest the golden royal seal "i'm the secretary of the of the king" |
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| Filo | Nov 18 2010, 03:52 PM Post #12 |
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Posted Image Radio Bactria - Official Statement Solemn music We regret to announce that Alexander XVI, King of Bactria, King of Sogdiana, King of Chorasmia, King of Ghandhara, Lord of the four corners of the world, Great King, King of Kings is dead. Obviously, only his body died, his immortal soul is now waiting to return to reincarnate to help his people, ie us, to gain holiness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was a fragrant cloud of incense mingled with the smoke of the hookah. Everyone was talking in a low voice as if the soft light of lamps urged to maintain the relaxed atmosphere of the environment. "Do not you think we should choose another place, perhaps more suited to your holiness?", Dikran, noted the obvious embarrassment of Bishma; he should a very pious monk to suffer that embarrassed. "No," replied Bishma "there are no problems with my religion, I go out a little from the monastery, they are not accustomed to this kind of place." Dikran nodded his head then said, "So? Of what they want to talk about your clothes?". Bishma was a young monaco, Dikran doubted that, or Bindusara Milarepa, he had been informed of anything. He was only the bearer of a message. It was hardly a secret that agents of the council of monks had approached the most prominent Zoatars. Indeed, it seemed, that Kurush Jalay, handyman of Milarepa, had even approached the Mobedan Mobed of Balkh. No one know what Jalay wanted by the most high Mazdean priest, neither what they vtalk about. Bishama, however, offered the possibility to know "Milarepa", he said "offer to meet you, you alone, in some secure place, if you accept i'll give you the right indications". In all honesty, Dikran was not sure you want to know what Milarepa had to offer, their first meeting at the great monastery where the monk had been floating the possibility that the military establish a kind of secular dictatorship But in the end had to yield, the risk of secularization of the country did not touch him so much. The Tajiks were Mazdean, but their faith was not proselytize. The real danger, felt a bit 'all the chiefs, was to reform the constitution and the land that would have broken the traditional power of the clans. "Okay," he said, "Appoint me an appointment, I'll be there." |
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| New Harumf | Nov 19 2010, 11:42 AM Post #13 |
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Her name was Miriam. She was a beautiful woman of 22 years, dark, black hair, wide brown eyes, smooth milky skin, and a wonderfully pouty smile. She is not sure where she was born, as she lost her parents at a very young age, but she grew up in the Northern Greek city of Pella after being adopted by a kind merchant family that dealt in silver and jewels. While in college at Oxford, she met her husband-to-be, Firras Alam, who was studying archeology. He was a mild mannered, peace loving Jordanian who was, in fact, so thin and small that many mistook him for a child, but for his full, rich dark beard. His favorite things in life were reading about antiquity and playing Halo! She was raised under the Orthodox faith or her adoptive parents, and he was raised a Muslim, but neither considered themselves particularly religious. Upon graduation the couple went to Jordan, where they were wed in a modest wedding with just a few friends and family in attendance - it was a secular wedding by even Western standards, and the ritual was presided over by three, one an Orthodox priest, one a Muslim cleric, and one a Buddhist priest - the latter invited by Miriam out of respect for their best friend and best man, a fellow student, from Japan, George Subaru. To Firras' great surprise, after returning from their honeymoon in Morocco, there was a letter for him from the Jordanian Ministry of Antiquities informing him that was being accepted for employment, and assigned to the visitor's center at Petra! The couple jumped for joy, because aside from a modest salary they would be provided with housing in the park, fully paid by the ministry. That night, before they began their drive across the desert to their new home, they made passionate love as meteors streamed in the clear sky above, as if blessing their union. Edited by New Harumf, Nov 19 2010, 11:44 AM.
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| Filo | Nov 22 2010, 01:07 PM Post #14 |
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He, generally, felt himself as a modern-time man. The kind of superstitions surrounding the birth of the king of kings had, since the university, left completely indifferent. How could one believe that a soul, especially that of Alexander the Great, could be reincarnated? And even if he could, as it was possible that he could remember his past lives? Until that night, in fact, no one had ever believed. He had brought with respect to Alexander XVI because he was his king, but had never considered a Bodhisattva. Then the monks had come to seek. The night after the young Devdas, had come to him to bring him news of the death of the king of kings. A large comet was plowing the sky. It was a beautiful gem of sapphire, on fire, crossed the sky. "You see," the monks said "the great miracles began." "It has not happened so when Jesus Christ was born?" Asked Tolemaya. "Yes, or at least their gospels say that", replied the Mobedan mobed "it's said that our sages went in Judea to see him". "Well if this is a sign, we must stay with open eyes; our kings of kings will reborn". |
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| New Harumf | Nov 22 2010, 02:18 PM Post #15 |
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Firras and Miriam arived in Petra with little fanfare. They were formally greeted by the temporary head of the staff, Radul Al Safi, an elderly man, slightly stooped from hours of digging on his knees with very small tools, and then shown what would be their living quarters. It was a small, typical desert structure, built of brick and covered with plaster. Upon entering, they saw it looked very comfortable - Light came in through high skylights, white walls were finely finished with wooden detail, and the furnishings, though modest, were perfectly functional. There was no art on the walls, and both Miriam and Firras loved to have artifacts from the local cultures displayed in there home. As if reading their minds, Radul said, "Now, as to decorating! As you may suspect, we have a very large store room of some of the finds here in Petra, and it is customary for out resident staff to take a few things to display in their home. All of the items available are in room B101 in the basement of the museum, so feel free to tag a few items and we will arange to have them delivered." The couple settled in, and the following morning they wandered over to the main museum and took a casual tour. After a few hours, they ended up in room B101 and began looking at the available items. "Look," exclaimed Firras, "this stone depicts a scene from Zoroastrian mythology, I must have this for the house." He proceeded to tag it. "Oh, and look at this painting, in the Egyptian style, but notice how the central character looks more Greek! I love it," he explained, and tagged it as well. Meanwhile, Miriam was drawn to a very large vase. It had a large, open mouth, and stood over a meter tall. It was engraved with some strange script under the lip, and had carved into it the image of a man it a helm, with shield and sword. "Firras, darling," she finally said. "What is this language on this vase?" "Oh," said Firras, after glancing, "it is sandskrit, but a very old variety." He looked closer. "Says something about how this vase shall be the vessel of kings, but I'm not sure. That doesn't make sense anyway. Would you like it?" "Yes, very much," said Miriam. Firras tagged it, and they marked a few other items. Finally, they left. "Miriam, I am going to run up to the business office, why don't you finish exploring and I will meet you at home in a few hours, OK?" So the couple parted ways. Miriam continued to explore more of the basement while Firras went to take care of some paperwork that was required by the government for his work. She would find one room full of Crusader relics, and another filled with Islamic artifacts. Finally, she entered a room which seemed a mish-mosh of items, aranged in no orderly sense. In one corner was a large padded throne with no distinguishable markings. Being weary, she decided to have a seat. She closed her eyes momentarily, just resting. When she opened them, she was startled by a little girl, dressed in white, only feet in front of her, staring. "Oh," started Miriam, "you frightened me!" "Fear not," said the black-haired, blue eyed child. "I have news for you mother." "I am not a mother, young girl. I have just recently wed." "Oh, you are indeed a mother-to-be, as you carry within you right now the seed of the Qa'id Malik, the Basileus tôn Basileôn, the Kyrios tēs Doxēs! Fear not, but I must warn you - you shall not see your child grow into a man." Miriam blinked only for a moment, and when she looked again, the child was gone. "Oh, I must have nodded off," she said to herself, and shook her head. She rose from her seat, and slowly wandered up to the main museum and found her way home. Edited by New Harumf, Nov 22 2010, 02:20 PM.
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| Filo | Nov 26 2010, 08:51 PM Post #16 |
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occ:dune style eh? ;) p.S : i'm writing from a tablet because my pc is down. so sorry me IC: That night he had a disturbed sleep. He saw much things in his dream, things he wished no see. He saw war horses and guns, flaming towers and a young, andsome, man leading troops. "Who are you?" Tolemaya asked. In the dream he and the young man were talging under a ficus. A big ficus tree of unnatural green and vitality while all the world around them was burning in the flames of war. "Who am i?" young man replied "You should know me, my general", the voice was calm and lovely. He traspired harmony and majesty. "You", Tolemaya replied "You are the king of kings". "Indeed i'm who you are telling", he replied. Tolemaya looked around "Why this carnage?", asked. "I'm trylling to restor order, other will did this", the king of kings replied. "Who? when?". Before the other could reply the ring of the clock awoke him. |
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| New Harumf | Nov 29 2010, 02:10 PM Post #17 |
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The months passed quickly, and Miriam and Firras were happy and content, awaiting the birth of their first-born. The pregnancy went so very smooth: almost no morning sickness or discomfort, and when she went into labor, she delivered just one hour later - the doctor even commented how fast the delivery was, as if the baby had to get out quick because it had something important to do. That night Firras brought Miriam and their new baby boy home to Petra where they had already prepared a nursery - crib, cute wallpaper, a mobile hanging from the ceiling over the crib, a baby monitor - it was perfect. Of course, for the first few days Miriam slept in the nursery - sitting up on the chair keeping a watchful eye over her son. During the day, they discussed often what to name the boy = Firras wanted to name him Firras Jr., after himself, while Miriam preferred Ashoor, after the Assyrian King. They were in no rush, since they weren't required to register the name for another week or two, so the debate went on. On the fourth night, Mirriam came to bed with Firras, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, though the baby monitor kept track of their sleeping bundle of joy. What the baby monitor did not hear was a black-haired, blue-eyed child enter the baby's room. She stared down lovingly at the child, then cradled the sleeping baby in her arms, and carried him from the room. She entered the family's living room, approached the large vase Miriam had picked out from the museum's storage area, and gently lowered the infant into it. She looked down, put her finger to her lips, and said, "Shush. Not a sound." She then left, as mysteriously and quickly as she had arrived. |
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| Filo | Nov 30 2010, 08:11 AM Post #18 |
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Alexandria Arachossia, Great Megas Alexandros Stupa Posted Image The monks sat on cushions and drink in small sips of steaming cups of tea mixed with butter. A beautiful mandala stretched across the vast floor of the hall of the great stupa, drawing the Buddhist cosmology. At the center dell'intricatissimo design, as head of the monks sat Milarepa. Posted Image Bindusara, as his second, was sitting in front. After a long prayer, asking the Buddha to guide the soul of Alexander the Great in a new body, Milarepa spoke: "Brothers," he said "the spirit of Alexander the Great is now looking for a new body, the signs of the sky and dreams reported by the viceroy are more than eloquent." The monks nodded, someone commented on the wonderful comet crossed the sky a few months earlier. In the room there was also a Mobed, a priest of the faith Mazdean, he was so old that he saw two king of kings. He had expected that Buddhist monks complete their prayers before speaking, then bowed in front of Milarepa "Mighty Milarepa," he said, "You asked me how I searched the skies, you can not go wrong, the comet is a sign of wonder." Milarepa called for another monks "Alkebia", he said "what have you to say us?". Aolkebia was one of the finest mystical of entire Sangha of Bactria, confidently replied, "No doubt, the King of Kings was born." |
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| New Harumf | Nov 30 2010, 11:57 AM Post #19 |
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Firras and Miriam woke after a good night's sleep, but when Miriam went to the baby's room, she let out a scream, and Firras came running in. The baby was gone. There was no sign of entry, nothing was moved, the baby was just gone. The police were called, the house was searched inside and out, fingerprints were dusted for, photos were taken, the whole of Petra was searched, but nothing was found. Days went by. Weeks went by. Months eventually passed. Nothing. Miriam was a broken woman, and Firras could no longer work. Just the sight of their house sent them into panic. What could have come of their beloved child? After all hope was lost, they moved away. The museum hired a new employee, and another came in to take over the home. Before the new arivals everything from the museum was returned to storage, including the Greek vase. Back into the basement it went for 12 years, hidden away into a corner, gathering dust. During the Summer of that 12th year an exhibition of Greek Art from all corners of the world was planned by the Smithsonian Museum in Washington D.C., USA. Many of the Greek period pieces of Petra were donated to the exhibit, including the large vase that once sat in Miriam and Firras' living room. It was carefully crated up and shipped off to a storage facility in Alexandria, Virginia until a spot was found for it at the exhibit. The curator in charge of special exhibits came and, accompanied with security guards, began uncrating all materials to catagorize the items, photograph them for the magazine, and figure out where in the exhibit they should be placed. What happened next defies all known knowledge. |
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| Filo | Dec 1 2010, 12:53 PM Post #20 |
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OCC: I like it. The room was empty. Were, normally, thousands of monks prayed, Milarepa sat alone. Kurosh came from his usual side entrance. "Excellent Milarepa," he said, "the young Devdas is here as you ordered." Milarepa dismissed his faithful assistant, with a gesture, it was very curious. The child was the second in what was said, the person to whom Alexander XVI had entrusted the recognition of the king of kings. The young monk entered the hall and respectfully bowed before Milarepa "Excellent Milarepa," he said with the respect due to his superior, "did you call me?". The head of the monks lost no time in discussions, "Yes, young Devdas, I heard that you'll find the king of kings not so?". Devdas wondered why that question but answered honestly, "Yes, excellent," said "King of King Alexander told me that he will recognize me." "Sure," agreed Milarepa "were you very fond of him?". "Yes," agreed Devdas "He was my only family, practically raised me." "Did he say how he will recognize you?" "Yeah, call me by name in a crowded market and when I ask who is going to tell me, are Alexander, king of kings." Milarepa was amazed at how Devdas had told him in general were the monks to recognize the child in whom the great king had been reincarnated. Only once, tell the old stories, it happened that the King of kings show himself to his subjects of his own: It was the time when a boy Milinda, announced to the monks in the council, those exact same words Devdas had spoken to him. "Well, he pretended to enjoy" this is a miracle! ", Clapped his hands three times in a sign of respect for the Buddha. "Go back to your monastery, king of kings when we will welcome you in the best possible way." Just Devdas was gone, Milarepa, immediately called Kurosh. "What did the Mobedan Mobed Kurosh?" He asked. "Who is ready to follow," said Kurosh "Sadar must be eliminated." "We will act in a week's time", he decided. |
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| New Harumf | Dec 8 2010, 11:54 AM Post #21 |
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Archeologists were unpacking the large vase from Petra, and placed it upright on the floor in the store room, preparing to photograph it and move it to the exhibit. Suddenly, the vase began rocking, more and more violently with each passing second until, crash, it split in half. There, standing in the middle of the vases chards was a naked twelve year old boy or incredible beauty and grace. He slowly examined his surroundings and looked each of the scientists in the eye, and then softly spoke, in perfect Homeric Greek, “Were I not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.” People did not know what to make of this, and a great deal of hub bub began as photos were snapped. Out of the shadows came a dark-haired young women with clear blue eyes, perhaps no more than 20 years old, and she took the boy by the hand, and said to him, "Come, Mangus, we have much work ahead of us." She then led him away into the shadows as everyone watched, but could do or say nothing. |
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| Filo | Dec 9 2010, 01:25 PM Post #22 |
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OCC: Sorry too much work for me this week. I hope to have something tomorrow. |
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| Filo | Dec 14 2010, 11:40 AM Post #23 |
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OCC: It's still me. After tomorrow i'll continue this stuff. Very very sorry. |
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