Update1 – XERXES; Part three – Early Childhood (to be continued…)

You never know who reads a blog… LOL!!

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

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.