A conversation with Xerxes on 10/10/2021Some clarifications on his location, means of transportation, status in form, and intentions.

Terran note:  Xerxes clarifies a few points we’ve been wondering about.  Is he in form? Is he on a ship?  Where was he before he came back to Persia.    For more information on “the divines” see “NAMES. ICONS and Glossary” tab on the blog header.

A conversation with Xerxes on 10/10/2021

Denice: Are you free for a short one on one with Xerxes? He seems to want to clarify a point or two.

Terran: Sure when?

Denice: Now?

Terran: Ok

Xerxes: I AM XERXES. IT IS ZER-SEES. FAMILIAR?

Terran: Vaguely. I’m missing most of memories, but they are returning slowly

Xerxes: I SEND YOU MY GREAT APPRECIATION NOW.

Xerxes: WE HAVE BEGUN A DIALOGUE. I WANT TO SHARE MORE.

Denice: (brb phone call)

Terran: I send my greetings as well. Were we acquainted in Persia?

Terran to Denice: (I feel Nabrac in heart)

Terran to Denice: (Getting an image of a strong dark haired man, very muscled. Not sure who the man is, me or Zer-sees?). [I think the image I received might be Xerxes – but I am not certain – found something similar with google that carries a similar energy although the image I found has tattoos, the image I got did not have tattoos]




Xerxes: NOT ACQUAINTED IN MY PHYSICAL INBODYMENT IN PERSIA.

Xerxes: FIRST CLARIFICATION. IT IS NOT MY INTENTION TO BEAT MY OWN DRUM.

Xerxes: HERE I EXPLORE THE PARAMETERS THAT PROVIDE A BACKGROUND OF MY EXPERIENCE.

Terran: Your story is intriguing.

Xerxes: ANOTHER CLARIFICATION. YOU AND OUR HOSTESS HAVE DISCUSSED MY PRESENT LOCATION. YOU ARE BOTH CORRECT IN PART.

Xerxes: SO I SHARE THIS. A SMALL DIGRESSION. I TAKE FULL AND COMPLETE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE DEMISE OF PERSIA. THIS IS A COMPLEX ISSUE TO BE DISCUSSED IN FULL LATER.

Xerxes: I AM IN/OF PERSIA NOW. YOU MIGHT CONSIDER MY LOCALE IN A “SHIP/CRAFT”. I CONSIDER IT OUR NEW PERSIA. OVERLAYED.

Terran: Are you affiliated with any groups/star nations I converse with?

Xerxes: NO.

Xerxes: I AM OF ANTIQUITY. I ONCE ENJOYED THE STATUS OF WHAT YOUR FRIENDS TERM “THE DIVINES”. 

Terran: Ahhh. Know them well.

Xerxes: I HAVE DETERMINED MY OWN CONTRIBUTIONS TO BE OF A DIFFERENT NATURE NOW.

Terran: All things begin anew.

Xerxes: YES.

Xerxes: TIMELESS.

Xerxes: ANOTHER CLARIFICATION. I AM IN FORM. I WALK AMONG THOSE WHO ARE DETERMINED TO STEER THE FUTURE OF OUR PERSIA.

Terran: So much energy churning in that region. The people need peace.

Xerxes: I KNOW MY CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE HORRORS AND CASUALTIES OF AGGRESSION MUST BE RECLAIMED.

Terran: There is no judgement only love.

Xerxes: IT IS MY DUTY TO RETURN PEACE AND BEAUTY TO MY HOMELAND.

Terran: Your deep love of Persia is heart felt here.

Xerxes: THIS HAS BEEN A VERY PLEASANT COMMUNICATION.

Terran: Have we met?

Xerxes: YES. I KNOW YOUR HEART.

Xerxes: I DO WISH TO CONTINUE THE EXCHANGE.

Terran: I’m here anytime you wish to dialogue.

Terran: I’ve had my “kingly” adventures on this planet. Not a role I care to revisit.

Xerxes: THE TIME FOR US TO RENEW AND REBUILD IS NOW.

Terran: I am told I was once known to be an architect. Not that I have much memory of that.

Xerxes: AND THAT WE SHARE A COMMON LOVE

Terran: Denice (“our hostess”) shared some architecture images of ancient Persia and how the buildings were cooled with the prevailing winds.

Xerxes: YES. ONE OF MANY SIMPLE DESIGNS THAT IMPROVE THE LIVES OF ALL. 


Xerxes: AND WHAT COMES NEXT IS THE BEST OF ALL THAT IS.

Terran: Heather and Thor have said similar words of what is to come.

Terran: The Persian people are very intelligent and gifted. Many live in Los Angeles where I once lived.

Xerxes: CLOSING THE DIALOGUE NOW. TO RETURN AT ANOTHER MOMENT.

Terran: Very good to talk you. Until next time then! Warm regards! Terran.

Xerxes – Part 5 – One last mischief before manhood

Terran note: As received by Denice from Xerxes. Denice thinks Xerxes is now in Afghanistan, he’s not on a galactic ship to our knowledge.  Xerxes has not stated where he is at. Afghanistan was once part of the Persian Empire. The puzzle that is Afghanistan in this moment gets deeper.  


October 8, 2021

One Last Mischief Before Manhood

IT DEEMS IMPORTANT TO SHARE THE PERSPECTIVES OF YOUTH UNWASTED. IT WAS GLORIOUS. AND TO SPEAK OF THE WEALTH OF OPPORTUNITIES FOR GENTLE PLEASURES BEFORE THE ROUGHER DUTIES OF MANHOOD PRESENTED ITSELF TO US!  

AT THE AGE OF TEN OR ELEVEN WE PERSIAN BOYS WERE TREATED AS KINGS. IT WAS AS IF THE ADULTS KNEW OF OUR FUTURE NOT YET FORETOLD AND GATHERED UP EVERY MOMENT TO SPOIL AND TREAT US WITH MORE CARE THAN CAN BE IMAGINED. 

 IF WE DESIRED AND ADVENTURE IN THE WOODED FORESTS, IT WAS PERMITTED AND ENCOURAGED. WE WERE NOT AWARE THEN OF THE WATCHFUL EYES OF THE MEN KEPT HIDDEN FAR ENOUGH AWAY.

ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION IN THE HEAT AND STILLNESS OF LATE SUMMER, WE TRODGED THROUGH THE FORESTS TO THAT FAVORITE SPOT OPENED TO THE EXPANSE OF STARS. WE WOULD BATHE IN THE STREAM TO COOL OURSELVES. EAT FROM THE MANY BASKETS OF FRUITS, MEATS, AND BREADS THAT WERE CAREFULLY PACKED FOR US.  AND DRINK TO OUR FILL.  FLASKS OF WATERED WINE WERE NOT UNUSUAL IN THOSE LAST DAYS OF YOUTH

WE SHARED STORIES TOLD TO US BY OUR ELDERS, TOLD TO THEM BY ANCIENT ONES WE HAD NEVER MET.  AND IN THE FEW HOURS BEFORE THE ENTRY OF OUR SUN INTO THE MORNING SKY, WE WOULD SETTLE DOWN ON BLANKETS WOVEN WITH COLORFUL DESIGNS.  EMBLEMS OF OUR RICH UPBRINGING AND FORTUNATE YOUTH.

IT WAS AFTER ONE SUCH ADVENTURE THAT WE OLDER OF THE BOYS STAYED BEHIND TO TEND THE FIRE AND PLAY IN THE STREAM.  FOUR OF US. OR WAS IT FIVE?  WE FELT THE PULL TO MANHOOD THAT WELLS UP IN THE GUT OF EVERY BOY AT SOME POINT.  THE SWEETNESS OF OUR YOUTH AND FREEDOM FADING, WE WERE BECOMING AWARE OF THE WORK THAT APROACHED US.  THE TRAINING IN THE WAYS OF WAR. THE RIGID SCHEDULES OF PREPARATION FOR THE EXPANSION OF OUR BELOVED PERSIA.  IT WAS SPOKEN IN HUSHED TONES AROUND THE EVENING TABLES BY THE ADULTS.  AND THE YEARS AHEAD FOR US WERE PLANNED BY THE GENERALS AND THE COUNCILORS WHO STEERED OUR FATES.

NOW I REFLECT AND PONDER. WHAT FORCES UNSEEN WHISPERED INTO THE DREAMS OF OUR LEADERS TO CREATE SUCH A SAVAGE FUTURE FOR OUR PEOPLE?  THE PRINCIPLES UNDERLYING THE SPREAD OF WAR AND CONQUEST WERE NOT SEEN IN THE LIGHT OF DAY.  THE IDEA TO TAKE AND TAKE AND TAKE WAS SURELY SPARKED IN SOME UNKNOWN DARKNESS TO BE SPREAD OVER DECADES AND DEACADES OF GOVERNANCE?

THIS DIGRESSION HAS PAST AND I SHARE WARMTH AND APPRECIATION TO OUR KIND HOSTESS WHO KEEPS THESE MOMENTS FOCUSED.

TO THE LAST MISCHIEF BEFORE MY MANHOOD.

IT WAS AT THE EXPENSE OF A GROUP OF YOUNG SOLDIERS. CAMPED NOT FAR FROM THE EDGE OF THE FOREST THAT INTERSECTED WITH THE LAST FIELDS OF OUR GREAT HORSES.  TRAINING FOR THE CALVARY MEANT A LIFE OF DILIGENCE AND COMPASSION FOR THE LARGE ANIMALS IN THEIR CARE.  EACH ONE GIVEN CARE OF TWO TO THREE HORSES, THESE SOLDIERS ATTENDED TO THEIR DUTIES WITH GREAT HONOR.  IT WAS TIME CONSUMING TO FEED. WASH. BRUSH. TEND TO THE HOOVES. WORK THROUGH THE RIGORS OF TRAINING AND GALLOPING AND CHARGING. AND WHEN COMPLETED WITH ONE STALLION, TO BEGIN WITH THE NEXT.  SO FROM DAYBREAK TO DAYS END, THE YOUNG SOLDIERS AND THEIR HORSES WERE ENGAGED.

IT WAS AFTER DARK ONE HOT SUMMER NIGHT THAT THE OLDEST OF US BOYS SPARKED THE IDEA. WHY NOT SNEAK INTO THE FIELD AND LURE AWAY A DOZEN OR SO OF THE HORSES? TAKE THEM THROUGH THE WOODS TO OUR FAVORITE SPOT? AT THAT MOMENT WE FIVE AGREED AND CAREFULLY WORKED OUR WAY OUT TO THE HORSES.  IT WAS AS EASY AS THAT. OR SO WE THOUGHT.  AGAIN UNKNOWN TO US WAS THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE ADULTS THAT FOLLOWED OUR EVERY MOVE. HIDDEN.

IT WAS ONLY EIGHT HORSES. OR WAS IT TEN? THAT WE WERE ABLE TO POFFER AWAY QUIETLY.  UNTYING ONE FROM THE NEXT PROVED THE HARDEST TASKS BECAUSE ONE MOVE COULD SPARK A HORSE TO BAY UP AND ALERT ALL TO OUR AGENDA.

WE EACH RODE ONE HORSE. TWO OF US HAD THE TETHER OF ANOTHER HORSE IN OUR HAND. ANOTHER HORSE OR TWO THAT WERE LOOSENED FROM THE REST FOLLOWED IN CURIOSITY.  IT WAS NOT A LONG TRIP. WE EASILY MADE IT TO THE EDGE OF OUR CAMP WHERE WE. ALLOWED THE HORSES TO DRINK THEIR FILL OF THE WATER.  THE SIMPLE PLAN WAS TO KEEP THE HORSES HIDDEN HERE UNTIL DAWN WHEN THE SOLDIERS WOULD BE ALERTED TO THE MISSING ONES.  

IT DID NOT GO AS PLANNED.  THE CARE OF THE HORSES WAS TAKEN VERY SERIOUSLY.  IF ONE WAS INJURED IN THE FOLLY OF A YOUTHFUL PRANK IT COULD MEAN THAT THE HORSE WAS KILLED BY ITS CARETAKER. AND THAT POTENTIAL LOSS WAS UNTHINKABLE TO ALL WHO TRAINED AND SERVED FOR SO LONG.

IT SEEMS WATCHFUL EYES ALERTED THE SOLDIERS. THEY FOLLOWED FAR ENOUGH BEHIND US TO AVOID BEING SEEN OR HEARD.  WHEN WE WERE FINALLY RESTING AND NEARING SLEEP, THE SOLDIERS POUNCED.  IT WAS A BEATING UNMATCHED BY ANY PREVIOUS TUSSLE. THE TWENTY YEAR OLDS WERE TWICE OUR SIZE WITH EVEN MORE POWERFUL FISTS FROM THE DAYS AND MONTHS OF HARD TRAINING.

WELL BRUISED AND BLOODY. WE BOYS WERE RESCUED FROM NEAR DEATH BY THE WATCHFUL EYES. BUT NOT BEFORE BEING TROUNCED. SEVERLY.  WELL DESERVED? IT WAS NOT UNTIL THE END OF OUR PUNISHMENT THAT WE HAD THE LUXURY OF PONDERING THAT SWIFT AND FIERCE BEATING.

IT WAS A FULL MONTH OF SERVITUDE TO THE SOLDIERS THAT WE WERE SENTENCED. SIDE BY SIDE WASHING. FEEDING. TRAINING. AND FALLING INTO EXHAUSTION EACH NIGHT WITHOUT THE SOFT BLANKETS AND COOL BEDS OF OUR HOMES.  THE HOT AND DUSTY TENTS AND LIVING QUARTERS SMELLED OF BITTER SWEAT AND HORSE MANURE.

AND FROM THAT MOMENT ON MY OWN YOUTH WAS ENDED PERMANENTLY.

GRATITUDE TO OUR HOSTESS AND ALL WHOSE WATCHFUL EYES READ THESE WORDS.

I AM XERXES.

Xerxes – Part 4 – A short vignette

Terran note: Xerxes refers to Denice as “the hostess”

Xerxes – A short vignette

October 5, 2021

A DIVERSION PERHAPS FOR OUR HOSTESS? A SHORT VIGNETTE OF THAT WATERFALL AND SWEET WATER STREAM SO MANY AEONS AGO? 


I SHARE THIS IMAGE. SHE WAS OLDER. LONG BROWN TRESSES LOOSLY FLOWING AND CAUGHT IN THE SLIGHT BREEZE. SHE WAS LOOKING DOWN AT HER FEET. I DID NOT HAVE THAT VANTAGE. THAT VIEW FROM HER EYES. 


MY EYES WERE LOCKED ON HER THROUGH THE GREENERY. THE FOLIAGE FLUTTERING IN UNISON WITH HER IMMACULATE HAIR. HER GARB WAS A PALE ORANGE. NOT THE COLOR OF A RIPENED PEACH YET NOT AS SUBTLE AS THE HEART OF A PASSION FRUIT.  


YES. WE HAD THE LUXURY OF BOTH FRUITS IN OUR ABUNDANT ORCHARDS. THOUGH YOU MAY NOT FIND A SOURCE EXTERNAL TO THIS TELLING.

I WATCHED. I HAD BEGUN THE TURMOIL OF MANHOOD. YOUTH WAS FORSAKEN NOW. I OFTEN WANDERED TO MY HIDDEN REFUGE AFTER THE RIGOROUS TRAINING WITH BROAD SWORD.

YES I JUMP FORWARD. IN PART TO ENTICE MY HOSTESS TO CONTINUE. THE SCENE OF THE WATER STIRRED A MEMORY FOR HER. THOUGH NOT SHARED HERE.

I CRAWLED FORWARD. SILENTLY AS IF I WAS A HIBERNATING SNAKE. SLOW BUT WITH PURPOSE.

I LIFTED THE BRANCH OF A SMALL OAK. SYCAMORE. IT MATTERS NOT THAT PARTICULAR DETAIL. I CAUGHT THE SCENT OF HER. FOREIGN. DELIGHTFUL. UNLIKE THE WOMEN OF OUR COMPOUND. UNLIKE ANY FEMALE I HAD EVER MET.

HER FEET WERE BARE. I DID NOT HAVE THE MOMENT TO SEARCH FOR HER SANDALS. THE HEM OF HER GOWN WAS SOAKED IN THE STREAM. DARKER THAN THE REST. A SMALL THIN SWAFT OF FABRIC DANCED WITH HER BROWN LOCKS. BUT NOT IN ANY RHYTHM I RECOGNIZED.  

SHE HUMMED A TUNE. SOFTLY. ELEGANTLY. SWEETLY.  TO SAY SHE SOUNDED OF THE ANGELS WOULD BE FOOL HEARTY. ALL BEAUTIES SOUND LIKE AN ANGEL WHEN THE YOUNG MALE HEART FIRST FALLS UPON ONE.

I WAITED. I WATCHED. MY HEART LEPT AS SHE SLIPPED THROUGH THE SOFT WATERS AND UP AND OVER THE OPPOSITE BANK.

SHE WAS GONE! AND THEN I WAS AFTER.  THERE WAS A NOISE FROM BEHIND. I DID NOT TURN TO SEE THE MAKER.  I ONLY MOVED FORWARD. INTO AND ACROSS THE SMALL EXPANSE OF COOL WATER. UP AND OVER THE TUFTS OF LONG GRASS.

SHE WAS GONE. IT WAS INSTANT. NOT A SOUND AHEAD TO FOLLOW.

IT WAS FOR ME TO RETREAT TO THE CALL OF MY BROTHERS BEHIND ME THEN.  AND I LEAVE THIS MOMENT. THIS VISUAL HERE.

SO I RETURN TO THE YEARS PREVIOUSLY DISCUSSED.  THERE WAS  SO MUCH LAUGHTER AND LOVE SHARED. AND AGAIN I SAY HOW THE CHILDREN AND THE YOUTH WERE SPARED FROM THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT WOULD SOON PART THE CURTAINS OF OUR ADOLESCENCE AND YOUNG ADULTHOOD.

BEFORE THE CALL TO TRAIN. BEFORE THE CALL TO SEPARATE THE WARRIORS FROM THE WORKERS. WE STAYED FIT AND FULL WITH DAYS  FILLED WITH MOVEMENT AND WONDERFUL FOODS.  NOT A WORRY AHEAD FOR ANY YOUNG BOY OR PERHAPS EVEN YOUNG GIRLS. ALTHOUGH I REITERATE THAT WE DID NOT WANDER WITH THE GIRLS. THE NATURAL SEPARATION FLOWED WITHOUT QUANDRY. IT WAS  A SIMPLE DIVIDE OF PURPOSE AND OF PLEASURE.

IT OCCURS TO ME NOW THIS WAS PERHAPS EVEN BY DESIGN ALTHOUGH NEVER STATED. WAS IT THE GUISE OF THE ADULTS TO WHISPER THIS CONVULUTED SEPARATION WITHOUT ADVANCEMENT? PERHAPS. PERHAPS IT WAS THE NATURE OF OUR CULTURE. TO EASE THE CHILDREN INTO ADULTHOOD. TO PREPARE THE YOUTH FOR THE FORMIDABLE FUTURE.

I SHARE THIS THOUGHT NOW.  PERHAPS NO ONE IS EVER FREE FROM THE DESIGNS OF OTHERS?

THIS RETROSPECT IS FRAUGHT WITH DANGER THAT SPOILS THE DIVINELY DELIGHTFUL YOUTH OF OUR DEAR PERSIA.

THERE IS MORE. YET I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS IMAGE.  IN ALL THAT IS. I AM XERXES.


https://www.dreamstime.com/forest-river-hyrcanian-forests-iran-river-flowing-hyrcanian-forests-mazandaran-iran-caspian-hyrcanian-mixed-forests-image159739722

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.