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I need your help, read the page I sent you, you know me would you go to
the yell box on my website and Making Light: Weirdly Similar....post
som ething positive. I really need this, to show me some one has faith
in me
Thanks and hugs,
Mary
http://www.alongstoryshort.net/lanaialee.html my site
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I believe you I have never come across a bigger bunch of self opinionated bigots in all my life and you can quote meBest wishesIan Williamson----- Original Message -----From: lanaia74Sent: Sunday, October 14, 2007 7:01 PMSubject: [lanaia] from LanaiaI need your help, read the page I sent you, you know me would you go to
the yell box on my website and Making Light: Weirdly Similar....post
som ething positive. I really need this, to show me some one has faith
in me
Thanks and hugs,
Mary
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--- In lanaia@yahoogroups.com, "lanaia74" <lanaia74@...> wrote:>
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> I need your help, read the page I sent you, you know me would you
> the yell box on my website and Making Light: Weirdly
Similar....post
> som ething positive. I really need this, to show me some one has
faith
> in me
Whats going on here? who is ruining your name?.
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> Thanks and hugs,
> Mary
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> http://www.alongstoryshort.net/lanaialee.html my site
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> These are lies, I did nothing wrong, these nuts are ruining my name
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Lanaia
Please know that you have my support, our support in
these times of nonsense.
Ignore the noise if you can and remember we are
here.
Be at Peace
Pax
Bill
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> --- In lanaia@yahoogroups.com, "lanaia74"
Quixotic as ever
> <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> >
> > I need your help, read the page I sent you, you
> know me would you
> go to
> > the yell box on my website and Making Light:
> Weirdly
> Similar....post
> > som ething positive. I really need this, to show
> me some one has
> faith
> > in me
> >
> > Thanks and hugs,
> > Mary
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> > http://www.alongstoryshort.net/lanaialee.html my
> site
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> >
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> > These are lies, I did nothing wrong, these nuts
> are ruining my name
> >
> Whats going on here? who is ruining your name?.
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Look to be honest I don't know what to make of all
this really and I'm not one for conflicts so I'm not
going to get involved and I'm not going to start
throwing stones about the place either.
Instead I'll offer some helpful advice for the future.
The advice I received which I am now sharing with you
is for any piece of writing that you wish to protect
as your own with the potential of publishing it at a
later date and are also wishing to share with other
people before that date. What you do is when you write
get it down on paper, whether printed or handwritten,
stick it in a securely sealed envelope and go down to
the postoffice and post it back to yourself. On the
back of the envelope write down a note as to whats in
it, when you receive it back put it in a safe place
UNOPENED and it can act as a measure of insurance
because the postmark will date it, however as soon as
you open it you will void this so make sure you keep
it unopened as is until in the unfortunate situation
of a dispute over authorship you are required to open
it. And then make sure you only open it when fully
witnessed by both sides of the arguement in some kind
of legal setting.
The other thing I'd like to recommend to Lanaia is
that when you check your emails next, log off, go make
a cup of tea and find a nice spot to sit and write,
rewrite that poem I suggested you should tackle again
'Destination Unknown', rewrite it in different ways
too, maybe do two or three versions of it and then
come back here and share it. It's a great exercise to
just loosen your writing muscles and helps you push
and develop your work further as every story can be
told in different ways. Just take some time out away
from this mess and focus on your writing and on
pushing your writer to a stronger level. After you do
this you will feel a whole lot better and it will help
reassure you about your writing gift because
ultimately postivity comes from within not from us
saying good or bad things about you. So yeah, go make
tea, sit down and rewrite that poem in a few different
ways, you'll feel great and then we look forward to
reading those poems and writing the same piece in
several different ways is also a good way to show
those people who doubt you that yes you are a writer.
Regards, Marty
--- lanaia74 <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> I need your help, read the page I sent you, you know
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> me would you go to
> the yell box on my website and Making Light: Weirdly
> Similar....post
> som ething positive. I really need this, to show me
> some one has faith
> in me
>
> Thanks and hugs,
> Mary
>
>
> http://www.alongstoryshort.net/lanaialee.html my
> site
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> These are lies, I did nothing wrong, these nuts are
> ruining my name
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--- In lanaia@yahoogroups.com, Martin CopperStone <copperstone8@...>
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The second bit of advice is useful, but this first one, however good
> Look to be honest I don't know what to make of all
> this really and I'm not one for conflicts so I'm not
> going to get involved and I'm not going to start
> throwing stones about the place either.
>
> Instead I'll offer some helpful advice for the future.
> The advice I received which I am now sharing with you
> is for any piece of writing that you wish to protect
> as your own with the potential of publishing it at a
> later date and are also wishing to share with other
> people before that date. What you do is when you write
> get it down on paper, whether printed or handwritten,
> stick it in a securely sealed envelope and go down to
> the postoffice and post it back to yourself. On the
> back of the envelope write down a note as to whats in
> it, when you receive it back put it in a safe place
> UNOPENED and it can act as a measure of insurance
> because the postmark will date it, however as soon as
> you open it you will void this so make sure you keep
> it unopened as is until in the unfortunate situation
> of a dispute over authorship you are required to open
> it. And then make sure you only open it when fully
> witnessed by both sides of the arguement in some kind
> of legal setting.
your intentions are, isn't as useful.
What you're referring to is called a "poor man's copyright".
Unfortunately, the PMC will probably not hold up in a court as there
is no provision for it at all in US copyright law; it is
simple for individuals to pre-send envelopes which can then be used
later by placing the actual IP materials inside.
The United States Copyright Office addresses the "poor man's
copyright" here:
http://www.copyright.gov/help/faq/faq-general.html#what saying:
"I've heard about a "poor man's copyright." What is it?
The practice of sending a copy of your own work to yourself is
sometimes called a "poor man's copyright." There is no provision in
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I thought a person was innocent until proven guilty. No one has any
hard evidence that I am guilty, just gear say and comparisons, but I
have hard evidence. You seem like a bright person, if you were in my
shoes wouldn't you want to take consideration of both sides, weigh the
evidence, then when proven guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt, then
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Author of:
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Bradley & Farley; the 33rd District
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> I thought a person was innocent until proven guilty.
This isn't a court of law, it's a court of opinion and you've been
found guilty of massive stupidity.
> No one has any hard evidence that I am guilty,
That's an interesting turn of phrase you've got there. Hard evidence.
I believe Bart Simpson had a more direct version of that as "I didn't
do it. No one saw me. You can't prove anything."
Just speculation, of course.
> just gear say
We leave that to blogs like Engadget and Gizmodo.
> and comparisons,
Like the comparison of the excerpt you've been shopping around as your
own, identical to the Gemmel chapters? Or would that be the new
version, which is basically Gemmel rewritten? Those comparisons?
> but I have hard evidence.
Yes, yes, we know. The evidence that Mr. Hill screwed you badly and
didn't call, write or send flowers afterward. You seem to think this
single point should forgive an entire litany of misdeeds and bad
behavior on your part for the past week. It doesn't seem to be working.
> You seem like a bright person,
That's the thing, Lanaia: You're constantly getting feedback from
bright people -- authors, publishing business professionals and even a
lawyer or two. You keep rejecting it as "I'm being attacked" -- this
causes the bright people to think you're perhaps maybe just a smidge
not as forthcoming or victimized as you are or you'd like them to
think (and doesn't it just piss you off that they won't stop saying so?).
> if you were in my
No one has doubted that you were taken advantage of by Hill. It's your
> shoes wouldn't you want to take consideration of both sides,
behavior and actions afterwards that reflect you in a very poor light
and cause questions to be raised.
> weigh the
You mean the way you're rather bizarrely accusing Jane Litte at Dear
> evidence, then when proven guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt, then
> accuse a person?
Author of "slander"?
> Last time I checked that's how the American Judicial System Works.
Good for the "American Judicial System Works" -- we're not part of it,
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I am being interviewed by a major newspaper, they have all my evidence,
the proof will come out then and I WILL post the article. Unlike blogs
and things that can be tampered with, my proof is dated, no way it can
be tampered with, so we shall see who id truthful. I have nothing to
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How's the writing going?
Because at the moment I am seriously unconvinced by
everything you say right now...
Either that or I think I'm deaf as I wish you'd
acknowledge my advice which I posted to you first on
Fiction Post where the poem first appeared and now
when this thing has unfolded?
--- lanaia74 <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> I am being interviewed by a major newspaper, they
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> have all my evidence,
> the proof will come out then and I WILL post the
> article. Unlike blogs
> and things that can be tampered with, my proof is
> dated, no way it can
> be tampered with, so we shall see who id truthful. I
> have nothing to
> worry about, but others, well they really should
> stop for a moment and
> think
>
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Just wait and see do you really think I would be dumb
enought to grant an interview about this crap if I
didn't have proof? I can't change your mind even with
proof, I guess after I post the interview I will get
accused of paying the reporter off
--- Martin CopperStone <copperstone8@...>
wrote:
> How's the writing going?
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> Because at the moment I am seriously unconvinced by
> everything you say right now...
> Either that or I think I'm deaf as I wish you'd
> acknowledge my advice which I posted to you first on
> Fiction Post where the poem first appeared and now
> when this thing has unfolded?
>
>
> --- lanaia74 <lanaia74@...> wrote:
>
> > I am being interviewed by a major newspaper, they
> > have all my evidence,
> > the proof will come out then and I WILL post the
> > article. Unlike blogs
> > and things that can be tampered with, my proof is
> > dated, no way it can
> > be tampered with, so we shall see who id truthful.
> I
> > have nothing to
> > worry about, but others, well they really should
> > stop for a moment and
> > think
> >
> >
>
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I'm not asking for proof about whether you were aware
or not aware of the issue of plagarism. From what I
have read it is likely someone has been taking
advantage of you... I am asking you to acknowledge
what I have said to you in the past and recently.
The whole point of a forum like this is to workshop
work, I gave you feedback to a poem you posted in the
fiction post forum which you ignored and within this
forum I made a positive suggestion that you haven't
even acknowledged I made, ok so maybe your too
stressed to write anything but you instead you throw
stones back at me as though I'm the enemy when I was
trying to give you something positive to focus on and
a chance to show us that you are a good writer in your
own right and not just someone whose got all confused,
muddled up and tangled up in knots over some book.
Thing that gets me is ok you aren't obliged to do
anything I suggest but then its fine to just say so
you know. But you don't even do that...
pfft, It's been a long day and this is one headache I
don't particularly need but I was trying to be
considerate of you in all this when I suggested a
writing session where you can focus on what you
supposedly are - which is a writer.
At the moment your ranting and not writing, this is a
forum for writing, its a workshop for writing where we
can hone our writing skills - well at least that is
what I assumed... maybe I'm wrong, you can correct me
if you like but don't go off on tangents as they are
beginning to bug me
--- mary kellis <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> Just wait and see do you really think I would be
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> dumb
> enought to grant an interview about this crap if I
> didn't have proof? I can't change your mind even
> with
> proof, I guess after I post the interview I will get
> accused of paying the reporter off
> --- Martin CopperStone <copperstone8@...>
> wrote:
>
> > How's the writing going?
> > Because at the moment I am seriously unconvinced
> by
> > everything you say right now...
> > Either that or I think I'm deaf as I wish you'd
> > acknowledge my advice which I posted to you first
> on
> > Fiction Post where the poem first appeared and now
> > when this thing has unfolded?
> >
> >
> > --- lanaia74 <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> >
> > > I am being interviewed by a major newspaper,
> they
> > > have all my evidence,
> > > the proof will come out then and I WILL post the
> > > article. Unlike blogs
> > > and things that can be tampered with, my proof
> is
> > > dated, no way it can
> > > be tampered with, so we shall see who id
> truthful.
> > I
> > > have nothing to
> > > worry about, but others, well they really should
> > > stop for a moment and
> > > think
> > >
> > >
> >
> >
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I;m sorry, I misunderstood, my head is just spinning
because of all this crap. I really do appreciate you
wanting to help me, talk about things getting to some
one. No, I'm pretty sure the newspaper interview I do
Thursday will prove I am guilty of just being stupid,
right now I don't even know my name, I am kinda like
duh! So please forgive me. I have permission to post
this news paper article, with God as my witness, I am
only guily of being stupid and I appreciate whatever
any one tries to do to help me. I'm really sorry I
misunderstood your words. please forgive me
Hugs,
Lanaia
--- Martin CopperStone <copperstone8@...>
wrote:
> I'm not asking for proof about whether you were
____________________________________________________________________________________
> aware
> or not aware of the issue of plagarism. From what I
> have read it is likely someone has been taking
> advantage of you... I am asking you to acknowledge
> what I have said to you in the past and recently.
> The whole point of a forum like this is to workshop
> work, I gave you feedback to a poem you posted in
> the
> fiction post forum which you ignored and within this
> forum I made a positive suggestion that you haven't
> even acknowledged I made, ok so maybe your too
> stressed to write anything but you instead you throw
> stones back at me as though I'm the enemy when I was
> trying to give you something positive to focus on
> and
> a chance to show us that you are a good writer in
> your
> own right and not just someone whose got all
> confused,
> muddled up and tangled up in knots over some book.
> Thing that gets me is ok you aren't obliged to do
> anything I suggest but then its fine to just say so
> you know. But you don't even do that...
> pfft, It's been a long day and this is one headache
> I
> don't particularly need but I was trying to be
> considerate of you in all this when I suggested a
> writing session where you can focus on what you
> supposedly are - which is a writer.
> At the moment your ranting and not writing, this is
> a
> forum for writing, its a workshop for writing where
> we
> can hone our writing skills - well at least that is
> what I assumed... maybe I'm wrong, you can correct
> me
> if you like but don't go off on tangents as they are
> beginning to bug me
>
>
> --- mary kellis <lanaia74@...> wrote:
>
> > Just wait and see do you really think I would be
> > dumb
> > enought to grant an interview about this crap if I
> > didn't have proof? I can't change your mind even
> > with
> > proof, I guess after I post the interview I will
> get
> > accused of paying the reporter off
> > --- Martin CopperStone <copperstone8@...>
> > wrote:
> >
> > > How's the writing going?
> > > Because at the moment I am seriously unconvinced
> > by
> > > everything you say right now...
> > > Either that or I think I'm deaf as I wish you'd
> > > acknowledge my advice which I posted to you
> first
> > on
> > > Fiction Post where the poem first appeared and
> now
> > > when this thing has unfolded?
> > >
> > >
> > > --- lanaia74 <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> > >
> > > > I am being interviewed by a major newspaper,
> > they
> > > > have all my evidence,
> > > > the proof will come out then and I WILL post
> the
> > > > article. Unlike blogs
> > > > and things that can be tampered with, my proof
> > is
> > > > dated, no way it can
> > > > be tampered with, so we shall see who id
> > truthful.
> > > I
> > > > have nothing to
> > > > worry about, but others, well they really
> should
> > > > stop for a moment and
> > > > think
> > > >
> > > >
> > >
> > >
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I'd advise you to be circumspect when dealing with reporters,
remembering that the information flowing from that writer will be only
enough to keep you talking, and that you are not the only person
he/she is interviewing. This experience won't be like the very nice
puff/filler profile piece that another paper did for you a few months
back.
Many a person has believed vindication would come from a newspaper
article, only to be very disappointed with, and humiliated by, the end
result.
--- In lanaia@yahoogroups.com, "lanaia74" <lanaia74@...> wrote:
>
> I am being interviewed by a major newspaper, they have all my evidence,
> the proof will come out then and I WILL post the article. Unlike blogs
> and things that can be tampered with, my proof is dated, no way it can
> be tampered with, so we shall see who id truthful. I have nothing to
> worry about, but others, well they really should stop for a moment and
> think
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I have faith in God, that won't happen and I thank you
for caring
Lanaia
--- grendelwatson <grendelwatson@...> wrote:
> I'd advise you to be circumspect when dealing with
____________________________________________________________________________________
> reporters,
> remembering that the information flowing from that
> writer will be only
> enough to keep you talking, and that you are not the
> only person
> he/she is interviewing. This experience won't be
> like the very nice
> puff/filler profile piece that another paper did for
> you a few months
> back.
>
> Many a person has believed vindication would come
> from a newspaper
> article, only to be very disappointed with, and
> humiliated by, the end
> result.
>
> --- In lanaia@yahoogroups.com, "lanaia74"
> <lanaia74@...> wrote:
> >
> > I am being interviewed by a major newspaper, they
> have all my evidence,
> > the proof will come out then and I WILL post the
> article. Unlike blogs
> > and things that can be tampered with, my proof is
> dated, no way it can
> > be tampered with, so we shall see who id truthful.
> I have nothing to
> > worry about, but others, well they really should
> stop for a moment and
> > think
> >
>
>
>
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I here by swear before Almighty God this is the original prologue, my
own work,before Christopher
From: MKellis566@...
Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 19:26:00 -0400
Subject: re-write Of Atlantis prologue From Dawn to Dusk
To: JRoss1053@...
I am Archamedes, high priest of Atlantis. I was born to a life of
spirituality, power, and magic. Me, being high priest of Atlantis,
omly I had the privaledge of knowing the secret to eternal life and
how to change my appearance at will. I have lived for many centuries
and for many life times. I sustain my life, by drinking an elixer
known as Nector From The God. For all the years, I have lived, I have
been able to find all the ingrediants needed for the nectar to
sustain my life, until now.
I have never let my true identity be known, until now. I will
tell you everything, the only person I consider to be a confidant,
you. I can no longer find all the ingredients for my life sustaining
nector.So. like any other mortal man, now I, Archamedes, face the
inevitable for the first time. So, I feel it is important to tell
someone of my triumphs and my sins I want to bear my soul. So, get
comfortable and I will take you on a journey, that would be thought
to be unattainable, by a regular mortal man. But I, Archamedes, am
more than a human man. The best thing to do is start from the
beginning.
A high priest of Atlantis was am awesome honor bestowed on
anyone from Atlantis. The destiny of a high priest of Atlantis was
planned from conception. At the time my existence was planned, the
high priest that was before me, was killed in an awful accident. So,
while I was still in my mother's womb, another was chosen to fill
these shoes, until I was old enough, to take on the great honor
bestowed upon me.
The high council of Atlantis, consisted of those known as the
others, including my father. The high council, choose my father,
Manta, because out of all the others, he was the most knowledgeable.
The high priest, that was before me, also had the secret to eternal
life, but he made himself vulnerable to an accident. Even though he
had the secret to eternal life, he had to be careful, not to get into
a situation that would cause his blood to flow red, just like any
other mortal man, and this man was far from human.
The seed of my father, Manta, was not of this world. So, that
is why my father was considered to be different. Atlantis, was kind
of like an outpost for the others. We had many modern conveniences,
that modern man has today. My father was tied to my mother about
twenty years before I was conceived. My mother, my sweet sweet
mother, was known as Malotia. My mother, her dark hair, her alabaster
skin, and big blue eyes, made her one of the most beautiful women of
Atlantis. My father and mother were so much in love. My mother was
unable to have children, until the high council stepped in. They had
the power to help my mother conceive, and I was the result.
Being the seed of my father, my destiny was preordained.
Everything my father knew, all his knowledge, I genetically
inherited. I would obtain all his knowledge, from speaking several
different languages, to knowing the secret of eternal life and
changing my appearance at will. When I was conceived, for my parents,
it was a dream come true. My parents were ecstatic over the thought
of my birth.
After my birth, our lives in Atlantis, was very good. My
father's house had electric lights, running water, and we could heat
or cool the house. Just some of the extraordinary things we had for
the calendar date. The year that Atlantis was destroyed was about
4000 B.C.E. I can remember my childhood, as far back as the age of
four. Being an only child, my parents could teach me more and spend
more time with me. But as a child, I had to spend three months out of
the year in the temple. Here the high council and the elders, would
teach me many things. From how to pray to the supreme being, to how
to listen to others so I could pray for them. When I would get to
stay home, I was like any other child. We had a terrace outside our
home, here I used to play and watch the ships as they left or entered
the Bay of Atlantis. When I would watch the ships in the bay, I
would always wonder what great adventure they were going too or
coming from. A young slave girl, named Vanna, that took care of me
when I was a child.
I remember one time, when I was about six, I went to the
temple with my father, to attend one of the many ceremonies that was
conducted here. In this particular one, I was to be forever branded
by the mark of the high priest. I was branded with a tattoo of fire,
on my left hand. This tattoo was to signify my power and strength and
to show, I was a high priest of Atlantis. I would carry this tattoo,
no matter how many times I would change my appearance or no matter
how long I lived.
Sometimes I would go into the city with my mother, as
we went to market. On the cobblestone streets, there were venders
everywhere, seeking their goods, in order to feed their families.
Then in the horizon, we could see the looming temple. On a hill,
towering over the city, was the temple being in the three sided shape
of a pyramid. The pyramid was to signify father, son, and holy ghost
of the supreme being.
I obtained my education from the members of the high
council. I would become very skilled in science, astrology, and
architecture. For three months out of every year until I was twenty,
I would spend with the high council. The others would teach me
things, mortal men just could not conceive. When I was twenty-one,
the job of high priest was mine. At this time I met the love of the
life, as of now, her name was Almose. After I started to reside in
the temple, Almose, would come every day, to make sure I was fed and
wanted for nothing. After a while I fell in love with Almose, as I
would many times through out history.
One day at dusk, Almose brought me my evening meal,
and I asked her to join me on the terrace of the villa adjoining the
temple. As we looked at the twinkling stars, in the night sky, I
asked Almose to spend the rest of her life with me. With tears in her
eyes, she agreed. Now we are going to have a joining. Under Atlantean
law, if a man and woman were tied, property and all was divided fifty-
fifty, much like the laws of modern man.
The day of the ceremony, the temple was beautiful,
flowers and plants were everywhere. My father stood by my side, and
on the other side stood my bride, Almose. We would drink from the cup
of eternity, forever joining our lives and our souls. My life as of
now, could not have been any better. We would live in the villa
adjoining the temple. The people of Atlantis were free and if they
were considered a slave, they were paid for their duties, and lived
totally free, usually on the property of those they served.
One day, Almose was sitting on the terrace of the
villa, that overlooked the beautiful Bay of Atlantis, just watching
the beauty of this place. We had several servants that worked for us.
One of our servant girls was brushing Almose's long blond hair, when
Almose suggests that I join her on the terrace, after a usual day in
the temple. Our terrace was made of marble, and the chairs we sat in
were made of wrought iron. So, I sit down beside my beautiful wife.
On this note, Almose takes my hand, and tells me our God has blessed
us, she is with child. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. I,
Archamedes, was going to be a father. Our God, is a merciful God, he
has chosen me, to experience the miracle of father hood. I deem
parenthood to be a miracle, because my parents had such a hard time
conceiving me. The pregnancy of my wife, Almose, was most difficult.
She could not do any physical activity, the last couple of months of
her pregnancy, Almose was confined to bedrest. This she did not mind,
because she really wanted our child.
On a moonless night, Almose, wakes me up and she is
in excruciating pain, known as labor. Our child is ready to come
forth. Vanna, my nanny, still serves our household., so I tell her to
go find the midwife. After a while, Vanna returns, saying she looked
every where for the midwife, but she couldn't find her. The
contractions, Almose is feeling are only a couple of minutes apart,
so I must help her. I have studied to be a physician, so I know what
to do. I help Almose to the birthing circle in our home. I give her a
leather strap to bite down on, when the pain becomes really intense.
Unlike modern day women, that lie down to give birth, Almose stands
up in the birthing circle. All of a sudden, Almose has a very severe
pain, I tell her to push very hard. She does this and brings forth a
son. I pick him up and he cries after I smack his bottom. Here I
stand holding my son. I shall call him Pytheus. As I am holding our
son, Almose cries out again in intense pain, and then in the birthing
circle, she brings forth a daughter.
Twins, I have twins. I pick up my daughter and
she cries after I smack her bottom. I will call her Plyah. My
children, both alive, well, and beautiful. The next day Almose is
treated by the acting physician. He tells her to take it easy for a
few days, but she can never have any more children. He is scared she
would endanger her own life, since she had such a hard time with this
pregnancy. The supreme being really blessed us by giving us a boy
and a girl. He knew Almose would never be able to bear any more
children.
As time goes by, I watch my twins grow with
pride. Just as my father had done with me, Pytheus, is trained at the
temple three months out of the year. My son will precede me as high
priest of Atlantis. Plyah, spends the day with her mother, learning
things, that will one day make her a good wife. Life is so good. We
have advanced so very far. We have conquered just about everything
thrown at us. We still pay homage to the supreme being, but not like
we did when I was a child. We have become too arrogant. Our arrogance
would cause our imminent down fall.
One day my son and I were in the temple as usual,
when all of a sudden we feel the earth violently move. Statues and
pictures in the temple, start falling all around us. I grab Pytheus
by the hand and try to get to the adjoining villa, so I can get to
the rest of my family, but the falling debris makes this impossible.
One of the duties of being high priest of Atlantis, was to protect a
small wooden chest containing the secrets of life. So, knowing my
obligation, I quickly grab the wooden chest. With chest in hand and
Pytheusby my side, I make an escape for the bay. Luckily my son and
I, and a handful of others are able to board a ship. We stand on the
deck of the ship, as we unknowingly take one last look at our home.
Below, there seems to be steam coming off the ocean, like it is very
very hot. Pytheus is crying wanting to know about his grandparents,
mother, and sister. Soon, I would not have to explain anything as his
young eyes would see for his self.
We are probably a couple of miles from the shore,
we can still see land, when we notice the ocean is receding. Our ship
is really rocking back and forth. Then we see a massive wall of
water, as it totally engulfs our home. Everything as far as the eye
can see, is swallowed by the Atlantic. If I understand maps from
modern day, Atlantis was engulfed and sunk into the sea, in the
middle of what is known today as the Bermuda Triangle
Pytheus, looks up at me with a tear stained
face, saying," Father, they are all dead? Right?" All I can do is
agree with my son. I feel a feeling of sadness and loliness, as I
know, our family, our home, everything would now be a memory. This
ship would save our lives, at least most of us. A couple of months
after being on the ship, Pytheus, becomes violently ill. And there is
nothing I can do for my son of five, but make him comfortable until
the end. When he dies, we bury his body at sea. With my son alive, at
least I had something that had survived Atlantis, but now I have
nothing. But, my parents raised me to face problems head on. No
matter how much it hurts, I will survive in honor of my parents. They
would have wanted it this way.
One day, while sitting on deck, of the ship, we
see land, not really knowing where we are. We decide though we will
head for land. When we hit land, I feel like I could actually kiss
the earth. The supreme being lead us here, after teaching the few
survivors, a lesson for our arrogance. We know we have to start a new
life from nothing. So, we all decide to go in different directions,
to fulfill this major directive. The survivors and I will start new
lives in a primitive land, with all our knowledge from Atlantis. We
have even devised a way to keep in contact with each other.
I, being the high priest, I and only I possess
the secret to eternal life. Others would die, but I would remain in
contact with their off spring. For many years I would choose to
remain dormant in the primitive life I was forced to assume. One day
though, I would choose to come forth and introduce primitive man to
many new things. As long as I could ingest the Nectar from the God, I
use to sustain my life, until one day, one of the ingredients was out
of my reach. Now for the first time in thousands of years, I am
facing the inevitable, just like any other mortal man. I want to be
with the supreme being after my life ends. This is why I feel I must
bear my soul. This is why I feel I must tell someone of the seeds I
have sewn and the places I have seen. I will tell you of the
identities, that I adopted through out history. So, come with me on a
trip, that mortal men only dream about.
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