Thursday, 1 Octobre 2015

It has been a long time since adventure tales have prevailed for our explorers as they sunk into the dark heat scorching drought infested depths around Hell. A journey that was necessary from their financial collapse in the Cascades. They did what any good adventurers would do – take the first expedition offered to them – well needed at most but not ready to handle the pitfalls they were to face. From financial collapse to poverty was an advancement, but not what they hoped. Granted being in a disaster-ridden environment where Lost Angels dwell, might not have been the wisest choice of locations to go. At least family and community existed there and a special beauty radiates from the region – through the ages to this day, the Golden nature as a land of hope and opportunity. After all there had to be a draw to the Golden State given a high population of the United States chooses to live and work here. This of course is the majority of the problem of poverty, suffrage, and despair that plagues the region these days – overcrowded, lacking of resources, crime, ego, and not to mention geologically a land of great changes – not always for the betterment of humanity albeit dynamically beautiful change of wardrobe for Gaia. Humans have destroyed this region and continue to do so. Like ants on peanut butter this doesn’t always result in the golden butter that is sought after. How did this come to be?

The story of the rise and fall of the land of golden opportunity is not a tale to tell in this chronicle at this time, although serving as an imprint and life lesson to behold in the great journey of life. The region has creative placenames for its landmarks, monuments, landscapes, and cities – many of which relate to Spanish names for Christian tales of battles between heaven and hell, reality and justice, wars and suffrage. These names and references are not just the religious flavor of the populace but quite attributed to the Living Myth that weaves its story in this realm. Parts of the Golden State are quickly becoming versions of “Mordor” just like a flash scene from the Lord of the Rings.

“One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.”
—The Fellowship of the Ring, The Council of Elrond

It is the dusty plains of Mordor the explorers have found themselves with a glamour cast about the lands glimmering instead false gold, hope, and opportunity. The region is growing, expanding, and teaming with life – but for how long and for whom? Has it become a tale of sacrifice and acceptance in the lure of fame and success that leads one to disregard the earth, resources, and beauty that once prospered in these parts. An Epic tale unfolding and dissolving into dust.

Sir Leaf has come to the realization this has been a burden on his soul, as he has been watching how Mordor has been sucking the life and light out of his being. Poverty, despair, and suffrage has become too common of bedfellows as of late. He hath decreed it is a time for change, a time for reflection, a time for rebirth, a time to awaken from what has become his grave. It is time to crawl out and about and seize control of his life and passions. A time for rebirth and reflection. How fitting he feels that this awakening to take place in his very favorite month of the year – October – between Fall and Winter, a time to celebrate and explore the mysteries, the dark, the shadows, the light, the ancestors, the past, the omens, the visions, and embracing the fears that are celebrated in this season. A time of death and a time of rebirth.

Sir Leaf has felt since his explorations in the Cascades into the shadows of dormant volcanoes was just the gateway for his passage into Mordor. He travelled through the gates down into the depths of Hell, although he knew that the journey could take him literally down the rabbit hole, he had no idea how far he’d all. Well he fell, deeply he did. Stress, frustration, sadness, and despair. He always held on to the light and to that light he is venturing forth to journey again towards … back to family, friends, community, festivity, wisdom, and a stress-free existence. He has vowed that from this day forward “peace”, “tranquility”, “nature”, and “freedom” is what he needs and a re-committment to his spirituality, faith, dreams, and aspirations. From this he takes on a commitment to return to writing and travel, expeditions and explorations, and following opportunity where it resides. So again he aspires to rekindle the Chronicles which have suffered greatly in the last couple years as the realms clouded his dedications and passions. He begins a new journey as a quest to escape that which has consumed his soul. He asks of his friends, family, community, and comrades to assist in any way they can as a plea for help to climb out of Mordor. Let the journey begin.

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