The Elven Priestess

More than two thousand years ago, a man rowed a boat out to sea, carrying two large gold tablets with him in his small craft.

At about eleven miles out to sea from shore - by the reckoning of good sailors there at the time - the man and his boat were lost from view and neither one was ever seen again.

Now...

No doubt you are a very high and mighty professor from some top ten research grant receiving University in the world somewhere, and you have heard of the name of a certain sage's disciple - one, 'Sustumon Thalasson.'

A little rowboat is a humble
little thing by comparison with
today's vessels of the wise...

LOL

Right?

Because you would be just another foolish echo-chamber voice, same as any one of hundreds of thousands of them.

You could, if you had the mind to - because you certainly would have the money to - mount an expedition, out to that particular stretch of water, those eleven miles out to sea, you know, just to see if you could locate the gold thing-ys and raise them to the surface so that you could make a name for yourself and collect some cash from rich academic benefactors.

Except you wouldn't find anything.

The only person, who would know, however, where a certain 'Sustumon Thalasson' (because he was a disciple, right? ...Of that guy, that other guy) had actually secreted the gold after having retrieved it in the first place...

Well, that would be interesting because there is no one recorded in history who knows anything about that or has ever even suggested such a thing.

But y'all don't believe any such thing.

Not really mead, is it?
Because mead is the drink of fairies and elves.

You could ponder the possibilities of how anyone living today could know such things - but you would pretty quickly dismiss all of those since they all go against 'sci-ence.'

Except not in the mind of Professor Kevin Knuth, who acknowledges that the Orbis Clipeo - or in some ancient texts also described as being 'orbis clipei flagrantes' - would be going backwards and forwards from the time of any number of the Emperors of Rome (notice on this occasion I did not say a 'Caesar...') to right now here today, as if it were just two weeks having passed because of time-space dilation effects.

The Goths tore apart the pathetic last days of the Western Roman Empire, as you know.

Goths. Germanic. Blondie people. Blue-eyed. All that kind of thing. Eastern Germanic, though. They were not really Vikings although later on they became mixed up with the Swedes - where there certainly were some Vikings. But still part of the general folkloric traditions right across the northern regions of Europe.

It's a game. Nothing but a game.

Into it walks the guy with the tablets (or the disciple with the tablets; either one will do).

Always the same.

Estonian Elven Priestess, Kerli Koiv.
Says so on her Twitter account.

No one there at the time notices a thing.

An Empire falls. Many Empires fall.

And still, no one much notices a single thing.

The game has an ending though.

It goes to a final end-point.

And then, the rubbish is thrown away into the fire.

The silver and the gold is refined, the rubbish discarded.

Remember the silver...

First the silver though, right? Because, don't be greedy.

By the way, would you like me to post up the date when we had some pictures here of volcanic lightning and massive eruptions? And then you 'sci-entists' could go back and check when the 'sci-entists' said anything was 'happening.' As if they know. LOL

'Eyes on the skies?' No one saw a thing. Now, the silver elves. The Gothic silver elves.

...Was the 3rd of October with the 'blue lava.' Can't even remember now when the volcanic lightning was first mentioned. Helluva warning if you think about it in your actual back-yard instead of some place no one gives a damn about.

So hot the lava is actually blue because of the energy frequency. Coming up here soon, will be such impressive declarations, that you will be stuck thinking of ways out of the inevitable conclusions.