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

XERXES: Childhood monologue – Part 2

IF IT PLEASES OUR HOSTESS. I RETURN TO THE MISCHIEF. THE ADVENTURE. WAS I A BOY OF 8? OR 9? I WAS HALF THE SIZE OF A FULL GROWN MAN. MY COHORTS WERE THE SAME IN SIZE AND STATURE. WE RAN TO THE ORCHARDS FOR COVER. FOR TREATS. FOR RESPITE FROM THE VERY FEW CHORES THAT WERE IMPOSED UPON US. WE WERE TREATED AS ROYALTY. ALL OF US CHILDREN. AND LAUGHTER PERMEATED NEARLY EVERY MOMENT.

THERE ARE FEW OCCASSIONS OF DISPLEASURE. OF SPYING ON THE ADULTS TO OVERHEAR THE GRIM NEWS OF A FAR DISTANT ATTACK. OF THE RARE OCCASSION THAT A LOVED MEMBER OF THE TROUPE WE CALLED FAMILY RETURNED ON THE BACK OF HORSE. OR IN THE BED OF AN OLD WOODEN CART. THE DEATHS WERE FAR AND FEW BETWEEN AS I RECALL. YET NOW IN RETROSPECT AND REFLECTION WE CHILDREN WERE PROTECTED FROM IT. FROM THIS VANTAGE OF ALL SEEN THE DEATH WAS A DAILY DIVERSION FOR MANY OF THE ADULTS. DEATH BOTH NATURAL AND NOT. DEALT WITH IMMEDIATELY WITH REVERENCE AND YET WITHOUT REVERIE. NEARLY ALWAYS KEPT HIDDEN FROM THE CHILDREN.

THIS BRIEF DIGRESSION IS COMPLETE. IT SETS THE SCENE FOR THE PURE JOY AND COMFORT WE CHILDREN OBTAINED. SO WHY THE MISCHIEF? WHY NOT THE MISCHIEF? THERE WAS ALWAYS AN URGE TO PUSH BOUNDARIES OF JOY. AND OCCASSIONALY THAT INCLUDED PLAYING THE ADULTS FOR FOOLS AND FOOLS PARDON.

IF OUR HOSTESS STOPS TO REVIEW EACH PHRASE WE MAY TAKE A MOMENT MORE THAN REQUESTED.

TO THE MISCHIEF. WHAT WOULD ONE DO IF ALL THE DAYS WORK OF FIG HARVEST WAS REMOVED FROM VIEW? THE BURDEN OF REVEALING THE THEFT OF SUCH HARVEST WOULD FALL TO THE YOUNGEST OF WORKERS. TAKEN TO THE EMPOROR AND AND GUARDS THIS WORKER WOULD BE SHAKING WITH FEAR OF REPRISALS FOR SUCH A LOSS.

WHAT IF IN THE EARLY MORNING OF THE LAST HARVEST DAY THE YOUTH STOLE INTO THE SHEDS AND REMOVED THE HARVEST TO THE PALACE?

WHAT IF IN THE BOREDOM OF THE AFTERNOON QUIET TEN OR SO HALF SIZED MEN STALKED THE ORCHARDS AND REMOVED THE LAST OF THE BASKETS OF FIGS. WHAT IF THESE BASKETS WERE CARRIED ONE BY ONE QUIETLY WITHOUT REPRISAL TO THE GRAND MEETING HALL?

WHAT IF THESE BASKETS WERE HIDDEN UNDER COVER OF THE RICHEST GARMENTS AND BLANKETS?

AND THEN TO THE UTMOST REGRET OF THOSE MEN IN THE POSITION OF HARVEST AND STORAGE REALIZING THE HARVEST HAS GONE MISSING? OFF TO THE PALACE THE YOUNGEST WORKER WAS SENT.

AND UPON ENTRANCE TO A GRAND HALL FILLED WITH GRAND ADULTS IN GRAND ATTIRE THIS YOUNG HARVESTER WAS USHERED TO THE FRONT OF THE EMPOROR AND GUARD?

THE MOMENT OF STILLNESS AS ALL WATCHED IS CLEAR AND PRESENT FOR ME EVEN IN THIS NOW. AND THOSE ADULTS HOLDING BACK THE MIRTH IS ONE OF PURE DELIGHT.

AND THE EMPOROR, BRINGING THE YOUNG WORKER TO THE FRONT OF THE BULK OF GARMENTS AND THE CHILDREN TEARING AWAY THE COLORFUL FABRICS TO REVEAL THE FIGS!

THE UPROAR OF LAUGHTER AND MUSIC AND THE FLAT LEATHER SOLES OF THE SANDALS AS THE CHILDREN RAN CIRCLES AROUND THE WORKER.

I DO NOT TAKE COMPLETE CREDIT FOR THE GRAND SCHEME. BUT TO THE ADULTS IT WAS A GREAT WONDER. THAT THE CHILDREN WOULD EXPEND SUCH ENERGY TO DEVISE AND IMPLEMENT SUCH MISCHIEF.

A FEAST WAS PREPARED FOR ALL AND SPILLED OUT INTO THE COURTYARD AS ALL OF THE PEOPLE JOINED THE MERRIMENT.

AND THIS IS BUT ONE MOMENT OF PLEASURE RECALLED NOW. MISCHIEF IN THE PALACE AND WITHOUT. TO THE EDGES OF THE PALACE GROUNDS WAS OUR FIELD OF PLAY.

AND WE LEARNED MORE THAN ONCE THAT PLAYING TRICKS ON THE GOATS WAS FOLLY AT BEST.

SO I RETIRE NOW. AND PLEAD A RETURN ONCE MORE. IN A MOMENT OF LONGER ATTENTION. AS THE HOSTESS PROVIDES.

I AM A MIRTHFUL XERXES.

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.