Arthur, Their Young King, Like A Hero

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

... But I Believe The Divine Ones Will Send Other Great Masters To Preach The Truth To Mankind, And That Mankind Will Always Receive Them With The Cross And The Fire And The Stones

What You See Is From Outside Yourself, And May Come, Or Not, But Is Beyond Your Control. But Your Fear Is Yours, And Yours Alone, Like Your Voice, Or Your Fingers, Or Your Memory, And Therefore Yours To Control. If You Feel Powerless Over Your Fear, You Have Not Yet Admitted That It Is Yours, To Do With As You Will.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

Flowers And Fruit Are Only The Beginning. In The Seed Lies The Life And The Future.