arthurian story
- From: "X" <junete@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 11:10:13 -0500
Saturday, October 11, 2008
An Arthurian Story: A letter to England;
Current mood: gallant
Category: Friends
What can I say, but I'm hunkered down in the land I found safety in
during that Ice Age so long ago, half frozen as it was. Perhaps as a Tiger
in India I thought it might also be protection from The Cold War, and sent
myself again to the safety of this Island... As the story goes I shouted at
the sky and said, "I hope the Bering Straight is still There!!!" And then
proceed to drag my log cabin log by log across the North American Continent,
following the retreating Ice to stop the Evil Tide that would soon be rising
again in what would become Russia, and across the steps of Asia.
I can honestly say I've lived in a house a lifetime each where every
tree had sprung and grown, and know every nuance of the physical aspects of
this world.
When I was first king, it seems in mythology that I was trying to keep
The English out of England, recently having been a Roman Province. Perhaps I
had been considered British then..., but I do speak here to the whole
English speaking world, which I suppose once was The British Empire, and
somewhere in time it still is. But they had said "Make the world England,"
and perhaps you have succeeded making me in a way King of the wide world.
But in your country I was never called Emperor, but King of England, and had
Irish, Scottish & Welch sympathies... I remember fighting until those
fortresses were built into Wales, crushing the resistance, curbing my
idealism, to yield to practicality, and bringing her strongly into the fold.
Before this world, perhaps all the way back to when I had been The
Great Prince of the Forest in fairy stories, I had been known as The King of
England in great anticipation & prophecy, for the beacon of hope it would
become, even years before your small section of island ever formed, and they
say in otherworldly embassies, and in my dreams that I still have the
sweetest English accent. Perhaps kind of like Robin of Sherwood had.
Here I am known as an "American", and speak with Mid-Atlantic,
succinctness, harshness & inflection, but underneath and without help, my
sweet English Accent still rings true. The Presidents of The United States
since 1776, with the framing of that document, which was such an inspiration
for free thinking peoples throughout the world separates me from My Kings of
England. But before George Washington The United States, or then The
Colonies, used to rely on the protections of King George, and the procession
of Kings who have come before, and in law are still guardians of the
colonies interests before the aforementioned date.
On my ship The Liberty, I have taken my Idealism, kept in a velvet
lined box, and dusted it off when some intrusive representative of celestial
based tyranny said "Change the Name of Your Boat." That cunning document I
had later signed with My boldest of signatures, separated me from you for a
time, but never actually separate by our Cunning Design...
Before my Presidents were My Kings, with a designed hierarchy,
contrary to history, all very Good men, like my sons, like my brothers, and
in reality we still rule in concert, some always as Kings, some while away
from the revolving throne princes, to help show who takes precedence,
besides the one currently in office. We still rule even if that actress with
the name of my two times Queen..., as when I had been and am, yielding to
such a fair presence, the silent historical partner, as I have done before,
with Mary, Elizabeth, & Victoria, known simply as King Arthurus, when I'm
not King Richard, with my less flamboyant Queens.
Oh how I leave behind His-Story, in my writing, describing the World
of Legend, and what history has "swept under the rug" a saying framed from a
conjured cynicism, to hide the Truth of The Beacon to The crowded universe,
lest our world look to Great.
I had been King of England but left Great Britain for the people to
rule, and George knew he was only really helping with the colonies, feigned
maddens, and let them be, but This United Kingdom's another animal
completely, with respect to my brothers in free and occupied Ireland,
Scotland & Wales. Quite a cunning puzzle this makes the peoples Great
Britain. Perhaps at first in mythologies bright spot in the darker ages I
was king of my once far away Roman province of Britain.
Yes I left my Kingship from time to time, for my projects in Germany,
France, and great Russia..., but yet never really left, but trusted the
guardianship of our other wise Kings.
History is sketchy, but Truth still reigns in the resistance. I am
still remembered once in Mythology, as our first Queen Guinevere, and murky
remembrances of our great Kingdom, with all of her well thought of modest
Knights, our shining circle, the birth of chivalry, the days of magic. I
read such imaginings of those days, to remind me of the many shades of
Idealism, those in all our people, our subjects, those in a velvet sheet of
darkness.
Contrary to history, Henry was never a monster, and took no heads, and
Prince William, was nearly as great as I The Lion, designated The Conqueror,
and The Subtle and trustworthy Edward, having never really earned such a
nickname. Yes The Lion seems to follow me around in chronicled and forgotten
legend.
Yes in Idealism I still have plans for England, perhaps an English
speaking full & complete galaxy, I might then dust off my Roman, Russian &
Chinese robes and designate her an Empire. I have a perfect Empress in mind
for the privilege, perhaps you've seen signs of her played by another
actress, ascending a stairway, of red carpet, with a thin, high back in ads
of fashion magazines, my pictures that look like Paintings, or prophetic
paintings that have become photographs... Which will have room for all the
Irish, Scottish, Canadian, Australian and United States citizens, again
temporary Subjects to the Crown, as in timeless places Great Britain still
speaks for them all in such a trustworthy manner.
What would Ireland and Scotland be without the smart English language,
but perhaps somewhat too isolated, and left behind. I can't say the people
of Britain were wrong but far seeing, while my sympathies are still with the
secret, hopeful, Gaelic speaking minds, I see the benefits unfolding to this
day and age for this common language that we so boldly share. What would the
sing song Irish accent be if I couldn't understand what my very loyal and
resourceful friends were saying, and the Scottish baroque just being another
brand of German. It's hard to say in these times, where my friends all work
so hard, but perhaps all things do happen for the best. Time will tell, and
prove us right, in our bounding optimism, our glass is half full, and I am
sorry to those of us that do not even have a glass, as I come from a world
of wealth, I collect wealth in all my Idealism, wether words, books, moving
stories, gold, servants, Subjects, wives, castles, titles, and it is thought
I'd collect all the shells on all the beaches, and then all the very grains
of sand, if I had the time, but never people, or souls as they say of the
Prince of Lies, or the other side of that coin, as people in my wide and
well aged Idealism are always Free, and captains of their destiny. To be my
Subject is to have chosen me King, to be my servant is to have answered a
preferred and safe calling.
To those who the American says that "live in quiet desperation," think
of our English shining land, as our Idealist French gave us The Statue and
Torch of Liberty, all nations so willing sacrifice for our unbreakable
Ideals, "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to
breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the
homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
I have indeed returned and am in The United States of America, perhaps
sometimes an ex-patriot King. If your situation's too horrible to bare
aspire to come to US & you'll always be welcome... But remember those of you
lucky enough to enjoy protection under my companion flag also with the very
optimistic colours, red white and blue, "It's so good to be home in
England."
With Love,
The High King of England, with The unnamed High Queen's blessing and
support
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