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King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess
- King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess -
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with him...
For always twelve he kept, though who they were changed oft with time.
Ere long they made their way, through secret roads, to a forgotten castle,
A place not seen since the times of the high kings of old days grown dim.
Once it was said that the great sorcerer Gwydion, his powers oft undying,
Came to that place, to with the powers of the gods of that realm wrestle.
The outcome of that contest none know, but that place was unconquered,
That same fortress wherein the brash Pryderi became imprisoned swiftly.
Along with his mother Rhiannon, when they discovered its' dark secrets...
For it was partly in that same realm into which that prince once honored,
To bear the name of Pwyll, lord of Dyfed, had met with a mighty divinity.
Where they walked, so ventured Arthur with no thought to foolish regrets...
One cannot say whether it was good or ill that drove him unto that place,
Beyond the veil that separates from the sight of all men, the other world.
Surrounded by placid waters, the mysterious castle appeared in Samhain...
For only during that season of the year could it reveal its' eldritch grace,
The shores of which could only be reached if a peculiar sail be unfurled...
Prydwen was the name of the ship that bore the king there, power to gain.
Oh the mysteries of Avalon, the isle that was where now is Glastonbury!
Twelve were they who ventured there at the side of Arthur their monarch.
But of their number, only seven returned to speak of what they so beheld,
When the castle revolved using machines of a design most strange to see.
Entrapping those who entered there in the other world, as if upon a lark...
Four times, did it turn, before the winds of the other world could be felt.
Therein, did Arthur and his knights behold suspended by massive chains,
The golden cauldron of the ancient goddess, whose name they knew not.
Within its' depths was a liquid that to their eyes looked much like blood!
Nine maidens in white gowns did breathe upon it, easing their own pains,
It healed them, even as their breath did make it first warm, and then hot...
Not one of the maidens aged a day, nor needed they nourishment of food.
A garland of black pearls was wound around that cauldron's entire edge,
And in the air above it hovered a sword that looked to be made of night.
If shadow could be given a form, one as forged upon some mighty anvil!
Should one not worthy drink of the cauldron's broth, then in black rage...
That sword would fall upon them, descending from its' previous height,
A thing of darkness that was created to consume only souls that are evil.
In the instant before it strikes, it glows brightly, becoming white as light,
And that was the last thing that some of the knights ever bore witness to.
Some were found to be cowards, some secretly traitors, and some false...
Drained of soul and life's vitality, only their bones remained within sight,
Of the goddess's sacred cauldron, which can only be touched by one true.
The blade sought to earn a master, in its' home within those faerie walls!
And of the knights who remained to Arthur of those who were not killed,
Only the most unlikely of them all came to hold that sword in his hands...
Llwch Lleminawg, that same who was the reincarnation of the hero Lugh.
If he remembered that past life, it would have his very blood there chilled,
For as Lugh he had been the child of the terrible Balor, in Eire's old lands.
Greatest in glory was he of Arthur's knights, but not one knowing of truth!
The blade sensed in him the darkness he ignored, and so after that hour...
Never again did that knight use the lance which had made him so famous.
But, that sword would forsake him at the last, for a more frightful master,
In the form of Arthur's son, Mordred, who would use its' demonic power.
It was the sword that would be of Arthur's wounding; dark, blasphemous!
Once the sword was claimed, the sky grew dark, foretelling some disaster.
And coldly chill became the air outside the forbidden gates to the fortress.
Strong were those portals, which beheld the descending of new twilight...
As the maidens of the cauldron stepped back, whilst the gold of its' form,
Turned blacker than any starless void, filling those maidens with distress.
The once beautiful otherworldly land now appeared to become as a blight,
Whilst the alien skies above became warped by the unset of a black storm.
Touch not the cauldron of the goddess, for it holds death, and decimation!
Always so for the unworthy, and this did the maidens proclaim all as one.
Even Arthur was frightened by it, and by the blood which it yet contained,
But even so some among his knights were tempted, rising above station...
To dare to drink of that blood, in order to see what they might so become.
The sword's new master, would not allow it to strike them, but it strained!
It tried to break free in order to do its' terrible duty, but it was not needed,
For the cauldron held the power to punish those not of the purest of heart.
All those who drank from it died thereupon, and each man in utter agony...
Knowing at the last that those maidens' warning they should have heeded.
By their own wickedness, each false knight was from within so torn apart!
And from the mouths of the maidens came prophecies of a future destiny.
Only seven knights remained alive, to depart that castle at Arthur's side...
And the bard, Taliesin, who recorded all he understood of what occurred.
What at first looked like a kingly castle fit for revelry and filled of riches,
Became a black prison wherein something utterly inhuman did so abide.
The loud cries of ravens, all through the castle could so swiftly be heard,
Along with more terrible sounds, akin to wailing and demonic screeches.
The walls of the castle turned transparent like glass, and out of each pane,
Could be seen different worlds, different times, and all different realities.
Now the knights could see the watchmen who guarded that castle so well!
Elvish kindred were they, though in whom their ancient powers did wane.
Else they would have destroyed the intruders, who lacked their dignities...
But instead, they began to ring the sturdy ropes of that castle's great bells.
They spoke not, the language of men, and thus could not be reasoned with.
Loud was the tolling of the bells, and when they rang the sound was awful,
Immobilizing the knights, who sought to strive against the magic at work...
The glass walls shattered, and behind them were stone walls of great width.
It was impossible, to know what was real, and what to do that was lawful!
Suddenly, the bells ceased and the Elvish watchman came out of the murk.
No longer in the shadows, they could be seen more clearly, and did fight...
Great was the prowess of Arthur the king and his seven remaining knights,
As they strove against the soldiers of the other world, who fought as devils.
That day the mettle of the king was tested, and found stronger in its' might,
Than the inhuman beings who stood against him, like some hellish wights.
The maidens kept spouting prophecies, foretelling future dooms and evils!
Arthur first heard from their lips, how it was that he would one day perish,
As the maidens faces and forms became like unto fey, ghostly apparitions.
The cauldron became a thing made of shadow, and was taken away quick!
By those banshee spirits, amid clouds of crows that descended with relish...
Through the castle halls, toward the embattled knights with all permission,
To tear the lot of the intruders apart, leaving them in their own blood thick.
And so it was that, seeing the unnatural look of the enormous black birds...
Arthur and his seven remaining knights grabbed all they could of treasure,
Mere trinkets of gold and fine tapestries, and what jewelry could be found.
Thence, they fled with all haste out from the castle gates, shouting words,
Of joy, to see that they were once more in their own world; such pleasure!
Only, now they found themselves far removed from their starting ground.
They looked about, as the castle vanished after revolving faster and faster,
Until the strange fortress vanished from sight, leaving them alone at last...
On the island of Ynys Gweir, a place sacred to the great sorcerer Gwydion.
Far removed, from that other island whereupon they first sought to master,
The castle that had defeated them so utterly, with its' magic from the past.
Yet some power brought their ship here, and so this victory they had won!
This would not be the last time Arthur's knights would seek that old grail,
More ancient than that of Christian lore, that cauldron and it's holy nectar.
For when the land most began to ail, and its' king fell into a great despair,
A single worthy knight be come forth, to quest for it and this time not fail.
The famed bard who escaped that castle with Arthur and seven warriors...
Went on to chronicle that events that had transpired in words passing fair.
But when the time came, and the prophecy of doom finally came to pass,
And both Arthur the king and his son Mordred had slain each the other...
Not a trace could be found, of that terrible sword that Mordred had used.
The two men would come to rest in Avalon, in the other world at the last,
Whilst the shadowy blade returned fast to the hand of it's original mother.
The pale goddess of death, and rebirth, would see that it was not abused!
She was one of the three queens who ferried Arthur and Mordred away...
Some called her a dark sorceress, and worse, but she was before them all.
She had seen the infancy of the world, and one day would see its' ending!
So many were her names, but most back then called her Morgan the Fey.
That sword was an extension of her will, so its' wielders heeded her call...
Until the pride of Arthur was punished, to begin the land's very mending.
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with him...
For always twelve he kept, though who they were changed oft with time.
Ere long they made their way, through secret roads, to a forgotten castle,
A place not seen since the times of the high kings of old days grown dim.
Once it was said that the great sorcerer Gwydion, his powers oft undying,
Came to that place, to with the powers of the gods of that realm wrestle.
The outcome of that contest none know, but that place was unconquered,
That same fortress wherein the brash Pryderi became imprisoned swiftly.
Along with his mother Rhiannon, when they discovered its' dark secrets...
For it was partly in that same realm into which that prince once honored,
To bear the name of Pwyll, lord of Dyfed, had met with a mighty divinity.
Where they walked, so ventured Arthur with no thought to foolish regrets...
One cannot say whether it was good or ill that drove him unto that place,
Beyond the veil that separates from the sight of all men, the other world.
Surrounded by placid waters, the mysterious castle appeared in Samhain...
For only during that season of the year could it reveal its' eldritch grace,
The shores of which could only be reached if a peculiar sail be unfurled...
Prydwen was the name of the ship that bore the king there, power to gain.
Oh the mysteries of Avalon, the isle that was where now is Glastonbury!
Twelve were they who ventured there at the side of Arthur their monarch.
But of their number, only seven returned to speak of what they so beheld,
When the castle revolved using machines of a design most strange to see.
Entrapping those who entered there in the other world, as if upon a lark...
Four times, did it turn, before the winds of the other world could be felt.
Therein, did Arthur and his knights behold suspended by massive chains,
The golden cauldron of the ancient goddess, whose name they knew not.
Within its' depths was a liquid that to their eyes looked much like blood!
Nine maidens in white gowns did breathe upon it, easing their own pains,
It healed them, even as their breath did make it first warm, and then hot...
Not one of the maidens aged a day, nor needed they nourishment of food.
A garland of black pearls was wound around that cauldron's entire edge,
And in the air above it hovered a sword that looked to be made of night.
If shadow could be given a form, one as forged upon some mighty anvil!
Should one not worthy drink of the cauldron's broth, then in black rage...
That sword would fall upon them, descending from its' previous height,
A thing of darkness that was created to consume only souls that are evil.
In the instant before it strikes, it glows brightly, becoming white as light,
And that was the last thing that some of the knights ever bore witness to.
Some were found to be cowards, some secretly traitors, and some false...
Drained of soul and life's vitality, only their bones remained within sight,
Of the goddess's sacred cauldron, which can only be touched by one true.
The blade sought to earn a master, in its' home within those faerie walls!
And of the knights who remained to Arthur of those who were not killed,
Only the most unlikely of them all came to hold that sword in his hands...
Llwch Lleminawg, that same who was the reincarnation of the hero Lugh.
If he remembered that past life, it would have his very blood there chilled,
For as Lugh he had been the child of the terrible Balor, in Eire's old lands.
Greatest in glory was he of Arthur's knights, but not one knowing of truth!
The blade sensed in him the darkness he ignored, and so after that hour...
Never again did that knight use the lance which had made him so famous.
But, that sword would forsake him at the last, for a more frightful master,
In the form of Arthur's son, Mordred, who would use its' demonic power.
It was the sword that would be of Arthur's wounding; dark, blasphemous!
Once the sword was claimed, the sky grew dark, foretelling some disaster.
And coldly chill became the air outside the forbidden gates to the fortress.
Strong were those portals, which beheld the descending of new twilight...
As the maidens of the cauldron stepped back, whilst the gold of its' form,
Turned blacker than any starless void, filling those maidens with distress.
The once beautiful otherworldly land now appeared to become as a blight,
Whilst the alien skies above became warped by the unset of a black storm.
Touch not the cauldron of the goddess, for it holds death, and decimation!
Always so for the unworthy, and this did the maidens proclaim all as one.
Even Arthur was frightened by it, and by the blood which it yet contained,
But even so some among his knights were tempted, rising above station...
To dare to drink of that blood, in order to see what they might so become.
The sword's new master, would not allow it to strike them, but it strained!
It tried to break free in order to do its' terrible duty, but it was not needed,
For the cauldron held the power to punish those not of the purest of heart.
All those who drank from it died thereupon, and each man in utter agony...
Knowing at the last that those maidens' warning they should have heeded.
By their own wickedness, each false knight was from within so torn apart!
And from the mouths of the maidens came prophecies of a future destiny.
Only seven knights remained alive, to depart that castle at Arthur's side...
And the bard, Taliesin, who recorded all he understood of what occurred.
What at first looked like a kingly castle fit for revelry and filled of riches,
Became a black prison wherein something utterly inhuman did so abide.
The loud cries of ravens, all through the castle could so swiftly be heard,
Along with more terrible sounds, akin to wailing and demonic screeches.
The walls of the castle turned transparent like glass, and out of each pane,
Could be seen different worlds, different times, and all different realities.
Now the knights could see the watchmen who guarded that castle so well!
Elvish kindred were they, though in whom their ancient powers did wane.
Else they would have destroyed the intruders, who lacked their dignities...
But instead, they began to ring the sturdy ropes of that castle's great bells.
They spoke not, the language of men, and thus could not be reasoned with.
Loud was the tolling of the bells, and when they rang the sound was awful,
Immobilizing the knights, who sought to strive against the magic at work...
The glass walls shattered, and behind them were stone walls of great width.
It was impossible, to know what was real, and what to do that was lawful!
Suddenly, the bells ceased and the Elvish watchman came out of the murk.
No longer in the shadows, they could be seen more clearly, and did fight...
Great was the prowess of Arthur the king and his seven remaining knights,
As they strove against the soldiers of the other world, who fought as devils.
That day the mettle of the king was tested, and found stronger in its' might,
Than the inhuman beings who stood against him, like some hellish wights.
The maidens kept spouting prophecies, foretelling future dooms and evils!
Arthur first heard from their lips, how it was that he would one day perish,
As the maidens faces and forms became like unto fey, ghostly apparitions.
The cauldron became a thing made of shadow, and was taken away quick!
By those banshee spirits, amid clouds of crows that descended with relish...
Through the castle halls, toward the embattled knights with all permission,
To tear the lot of the intruders apart, leaving them in their own blood thick.
And so it was that, seeing the unnatural look of the enormous black birds...
Arthur and his seven remaining knights grabbed all they could of treasure,
Mere trinkets of gold and fine tapestries, and what jewelry could be found.
Thence, they fled with all haste out from the castle gates, shouting words,
Of joy, to see that they were once more in their own world; such pleasure!
Only, now they found themselves far removed from their starting ground.
They looked about, as the castle vanished after revolving faster and faster,
Until the strange fortress vanished from sight, leaving them alone at last...
On the island of Ynys Gweir, a place sacred to the great sorcerer Gwydion.
Far removed, from that other island whereupon they first sought to master,
The castle that had defeated them so utterly, with its' magic from the past.
Yet some power brought their ship here, and so this victory they had won!
This would not be the last time Arthur's knights would seek that old grail,
More ancient than that of Christian lore, that cauldron and it's holy nectar.
For when the land most began to ail, and its' king fell into a great despair,
A single worthy knight be come forth, to quest for it and this time not fail.
The famed bard who escaped that castle with Arthur and seven warriors...
Went on to chronicle that events that had transpired in words passing fair.
But when the time came, and the prophecy of doom finally came to pass,
And both Arthur the king and his son Mordred had slain each the other...
Not a trace could be found, of that terrible sword that Mordred had used.
The two men would come to rest in Avalon, in the other world at the last,
Whilst the shadowy blade returned fast to the hand of it's original mother.
The pale goddess of death, and rebirth, would see that it was not abused!
She was one of the three queens who ferried Arthur and Mordred away...
Some called her a dark sorceress, and worse, but she was before them all.
She had seen the infancy of the world, and one day would see its' ending!
So many were her names, but most back then called her Morgan the Fey.
That sword was an extension of her will, so its' wielders heeded her call...
Until the pride of Arthur was punished, to begin the land's very mending.
Published 27th Nov 2022
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13th Dec 2022 2:18am
Cool story about an enchanted sword and a big epic quest too! I always loved the King Arthur stories ever since I was really, really little. This one is really different though, it's like it comes from someplace older than the usual King Arthur stories I'm used to. A lot of really different sounding names in this story too! They sound almost like Celtic names to me. If you and me lived back then, you'd be an amazing knight! And I would be your fair and beautiful princess. You may kiss my hand, sir knight! And carry me off upon your noble steed, into the sunset. You're very gallant and quite the gentleman, so it fits. Do you think I'd look pretty dressed in a princess gown? I actually own one, and I'll wear it for you the next time we go on Skype together. You aren't the only one with a fondness for that time period! I love it too. But not as much as I adore you. Hope your night's going good, Kara! I missed you so much today when I was at school. I thought about you all day long. Hope I was in your thoughts too! You're not just my knight you know. You're my prince.
Hey there, Choe my dear! I am so glad you liked this poem of mine. Yes, those are very much ancient Celtic names. You are very smart to notice that too! You're learning well, I see. I actually was alive back in the days on King Arthur, in one of my past lives. I was his son Mordred as a matter of fact, and a knight of the Round Table myself. I came into the possession of that magical sword when the man that people today know as Lancelot, whose name actually was Llwch Lleminawg, proved to be unable to carry it any longer. It just wasn't quite the right sword for him, is what that means basically. It was always meant to be my sword, and that's why I ended up with it. I was married to very pretty girl back then, too! Because girls back then got married a lot younger in their life than they do today, she was eleven years old when she and I got married. The difference between our ages back then was just like the difference between yours and my ages right now. But she loved me a lot, and I loved her a lot too, and because we had a great deal in common despite the age difference, we were both very happy together. You will not find that in any history books or fictionalized accounts of the Arthurian era, because only people who actually were alive back then would remember it. I do because I did live back then, and I died and came back in many other lives after that, all the way up until today. That is what reincarnation is all about! I would be willing to bet that there are actually a lot of people out there right now who had past lives during the Arthurian era too. Some probably even remember it! So maybe you might have been that little girl whom I loved back then. It is possible! Do you remember anything about having lived in that era? Like, have you ever had any dreams about it or anything. That is how past life memories sometimes come to a person, through dreams, visions, feelings, thoughts, and even ideas. It does sound like you like that time period very much! In any case, I would very much love to see you in a nice princess gown! You would look quite beautiful indeed in one. The next time we are on Skype together, and I am hoping for this weekend regarding that, I would very much like for you to wear that for me. I will wear my red medieval blouse and my black harem-style pants again too since you liked that outfit so much on me yesterday. I adore you too, Chloe! I am becoming more and more fond of you each day, in fact. My night is going well, but my days are often quite lonely for the most part. You were in my thoughts all day! I dreamed about you last night again too. You were sitting on my lap, and your head was leaning upon mine... and I was running my hand through your hair, and you were singing sweetly just like how you sang for me yesterday. You then whispered sweet things to me, and I felt so very happy. You are the only one whom I have told about that dream too. But it was a very pleasant dream! I am happy to be your prince, my princess. There is nothing I want more, than to make you happy! :)
13th Dec 2022 3:03am
Kara, I actually do sometimes have dreams about being alive back in those days! I was a sorceress or an enchantress, or something like that. And I had something wrong with me because either I never got any older... or I had a weird, rare physical kind of condition where I stayed looking like a little girl even when I became an adult woman. Like, I stayed the same height as a little girl and for that whole life I looked younger than I should have. And I was crazy or something, because I believed that I had some kind of ancient magical blood in me that made me stay a little girl forever. Back in that life, I might have been like that Esther character from the Orphan movies. Yes, I have watched those! I downloaded copies online so I could watch them on my computer. But, I do remember that I lived in a castle in a desert-like place, and that you came to visit me one day when I was sitting on a bench and feeling sad. You were really pale looking and had light yellowish looking hair with red streaks all through it. And you were clean shaven just like how you like to look now. The dream ends with us climbing up a tower in the castle. It always ends there, and I never see what happens next because it all goes black. I think I was either eleven years old in that dream, or I looked like I was. Like I said, I don't know what the deal was with how I looked back then. I used to think that was just a dream, but for the past two years I keep dreaming it over and over again sometimes, so I think it is a past life memory. I know what reincarnation is, Kara, don't you worry about that! My mom taught me about it when I was still only a baby and I grew up believing in it. Does any of that sound familiar to you at all? Please tell me if it does! Because I really want to know.
Yeah, I read in school that young girls married older men all of the time back in the Dark Ages, and in the Middle Ages too. Heck even into the Victorian era it was common for older gentlemen to have a liking for young girls. Lewis Carroll was said to be like that, they say. So that's not too weird to me at all. You really do think I'm beautiful? I mean you've called me pretty and beautiful before, but do you really, really mean it? I hope so! I really, really hope it is true so very, very much. My sister always say she thinks I look kind of plain as she words it. But if you do think I'm beautiful, that makes me so happy!
That dream sounds so nice! I had a dream like that last night too, but it was more intense in some ways than yours sounds like. I'm nor surprised either! You're on my mind so much all day long that you're bound to show up in my dreams at night too. So you do want to be my prince now officially? Then I name you my prince! It is official. There is nothing I want more than to hear you say my name again in that soft, handsome voice of yours, the way you said it to me last night. But I want to hear it forever and ever. I want to make you happy too. Tell me the one thing I could do that would make you the happiest, and I promise promise I will totally do it!
Yeah, I read in school that young girls married older men all of the time back in the Dark Ages, and in the Middle Ages too. Heck even into the Victorian era it was common for older gentlemen to have a liking for young girls. Lewis Carroll was said to be like that, they say. So that's not too weird to me at all. You really do think I'm beautiful? I mean you've called me pretty and beautiful before, but do you really, really mean it? I hope so! I really, really hope it is true so very, very much. My sister always say she thinks I look kind of plain as she words it. But if you do think I'm beautiful, that makes me so happy!
That dream sounds so nice! I had a dream like that last night too, but it was more intense in some ways than yours sounds like. I'm nor surprised either! You're on my mind so much all day long that you're bound to show up in my dreams at night too. So you do want to be my prince now officially? Then I name you my prince! It is official. There is nothing I want more than to hear you say my name again in that soft, handsome voice of yours, the way you said it to me last night. But I want to hear it forever and ever. I want to make you happy too. Tell me the one thing I could do that would make you the happiest, and I promise promise I will totally do it!
You were most definitely her! You are the reincarnation of the girl who was my wife back when I was Mordred. Her name... well, your name as it was back then... was Kundry. But... you also often called yourself Cassia. I remember very clearly that you lived in a castle in the midst of a place called the Wasteland which lay in the eastern regions of the kingdom of Lyonesse... which was a part of Britain back then which today is now beneath the sea. It was... a bit, like Atlantis in that way. I think, you might be right and that you may have had a condition like that woman from the Orphan movies. I've seen them too, so I know what you're talking about. I actually like those movies quite a bit as a matter of fact! It is just that back in the Dark Ages people did not know about those kinds of medical and physical conditions, so they thought of course that magic was the reason for them. Everything back then that could not be explained was attributed to magic, demons, angels, gods, or witchcraft of one sort or another. Even my sword people believed was cursed! But yes, I did come to visit you in that garden, because I had come there on a specific quest for my aunt Morgan. That was Morgan le Fey, if you were wondering, who was my aunt back then. So, when I talk about an aunt named Morgan that is who I am referring to. You just described me EXACTLY as I looked back then. I know they are very adult and for mature readers only, but you have my permission to read my "The Sword of Mordred" series. You are in those writings from part IV onward. Part IV is the darkest and most terrible part of the series, but it tells how we met. Part V begins with our wedding, so once you finish reading Part IV, I would like for you to go straight into Part V from there. This is not like homework here! You will be reading about yourself when you read about Kundry, or Cassia. And you will be reading about me when you read about Mordred. That will fill in the missing parts of your dream, and possible unlock the rest of your memories from that life. I would love for you to actually remember it all! We were so very happy together back then. I hope that what we have begun in this current life we are living right now, with our webcam times together and our messaging each other and emailing each other like we are doing, will lead to happiness for us once again. So, Chloe? You are not a crazy princess after all! You are even wiser, and smarter, than I suspected you might be. In ways far beyond your years! Just like I sometimes seem far beyond my own.
I think... you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world, Chloe! I mean, Sybil is beautiful to me in her own way... but you, you are so very radiantly beautiful to me in yours that it takes my breath away. In a way no one ever has before! Does that make you happy, dear?
I am your prince, then. And we've made it as official as it can be. I'll tell you what, Chloe... this weekend, if you can come on Skype with me again... I will speak your name in exactly that same way as I did yesterday, and I will say it as many times as you want me to. I think what would make the happiest of all right now, is if when we do get together on the webcam this weekend. Please say that we can! If we do... I want you to not only wear that princess gown but have your hair long and flowing. Not up in the ponytail for this time! And wear a bit of red lipstick and some eyeshadow. I know you said you have that color lipstick and that you own lots of makeup, but since yesterday you didn't get the chance to put any on, I'd love to see you wearing it for our next cam time together. Only because I think it will make you look even more beautiful still! Also, I'd like you to dance for me again, like you did yesterday. I love the way you dance so much! And we can think of other things to do too, besides dancing of course.
I think... you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world, Chloe! I mean, Sybil is beautiful to me in her own way... but you, you are so very radiantly beautiful to me in yours that it takes my breath away. In a way no one ever has before! Does that make you happy, dear?
I am your prince, then. And we've made it as official as it can be. I'll tell you what, Chloe... this weekend, if you can come on Skype with me again... I will speak your name in exactly that same way as I did yesterday, and I will say it as many times as you want me to. I think what would make the happiest of all right now, is if when we do get together on the webcam this weekend. Please say that we can! If we do... I want you to not only wear that princess gown but have your hair long and flowing. Not up in the ponytail for this time! And wear a bit of red lipstick and some eyeshadow. I know you said you have that color lipstick and that you own lots of makeup, but since yesterday you didn't get the chance to put any on, I'd love to see you wearing it for our next cam time together. Only because I think it will make you look even more beautiful still! Also, I'd like you to dance for me again, like you did yesterday. I love the way you dance so much! And we can think of other things to do too, besides dancing of course.
Darling, you've got yourself a playdate! Here's the deal. Sybil is flying out to Massachusetts tomorrow but we're not celebrating Christmas yet for a whole other week. That whole time, she'll be staying at that hotel she's book a room at. That means this week for sure, there will be nothing going on at home for me. So, this Saturday and Sunday we can go on Skype together BOTH DAYS! And, all during the week leading up to Christmas, we can schedule at least an hour or two of playtime between 7:00 and 9:00 each and every single night. Since I go to bed at 11:00 each night, this way we can have some fun before it's time for me to head off to dreamland. Now... since Sybil said that your partner Zoey is home on Wednesdays and Thursdays, we won't be doing anything on those two days, but this week that still leaves us tomorrow night, plus Friday night, and then our regular date on the weekend. This time, we can do both Saturday AND Sunday too. Don't forget that! Now once Christmas is over, that will give us five whole days to meet up on the webcam. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays we'll meet up between 7:00 and 9:00 each night, and then again on BOTH Saturday and Sundays we'll have our big playdates. Mom leaves me alone when my door's closed, and I can lock it too. Mom doesn't always like it when I do, cuz then she has to knock... but I'll be locking it for our webcam playdates from now on. Just to be safe! Don't want her walking in on us or anything. So yeah, we won't just have a date every once in a while! That will solve that.
You have no idea how happy I DO feel hearing you describe for me how beautiful you think I am! I used to have crap for self esteem... but since meeting you, and with Sibyl's encouragement, I feel like I really AM beautiful after all. And that feels wonderful! So, darling... that makes me extremely, extremely, mega happy. MEGA happy!
Oh, I'll dance for you again Kara! Just like the last time... only, I'll be wearing that princess gown AND my makeup for you. I can't wait to see your face when you see me all dressed up and looking my very prettiest of all. We'll do that tomorrow night for sure! Why wait for the weekend when we can enjoy ourselves now? Well... tomorrow night I mean, but you get the idea babe. Oh, handsome, never fear! Dancing is only the beginning of what I've got in mind. You'll see! And I know you'll like it lots too. Can't wait to see you then, my handsome prince Kara! I'm your princess, from forever to always.
Oh, and yeah! I will definitely read those writings of yours that you said I could. The Sword of Mordred. Especially parts IV and V! Got it. Thanks for telling me who I used to be. I had to know! I just had to. I hope we can be as happy together in this life as we were back then.
You have no idea how happy I DO feel hearing you describe for me how beautiful you think I am! I used to have crap for self esteem... but since meeting you, and with Sibyl's encouragement, I feel like I really AM beautiful after all. And that feels wonderful! So, darling... that makes me extremely, extremely, mega happy. MEGA happy!
Oh, I'll dance for you again Kara! Just like the last time... only, I'll be wearing that princess gown AND my makeup for you. I can't wait to see your face when you see me all dressed up and looking my very prettiest of all. We'll do that tomorrow night for sure! Why wait for the weekend when we can enjoy ourselves now? Well... tomorrow night I mean, but you get the idea babe. Oh, handsome, never fear! Dancing is only the beginning of what I've got in mind. You'll see! And I know you'll like it lots too. Can't wait to see you then, my handsome prince Kara! I'm your princess, from forever to always.
Oh, and yeah! I will definitely read those writings of yours that you said I could. The Sword of Mordred. Especially parts IV and V! Got it. Thanks for telling me who I used to be. I had to know! I just had to. I hope we can be as happy together in this life as we were back then.
13th Dec 2022 4:21am
I'm VERY happy about our playdate schedule! Tomorrow night is going to be very magical indeed. I totally agree, I think that locking your door is an excellent way to make sure we have our time together just for me and you with no risk of being interrupted. We weren't interrupted at all yesterday, but best not to take any chances! I will say it again, you are truly a girl genius. I've never met a girl your age who was smarter. I am pleased that I make you happy like I do! The better that I can make you feel, the happier I find that I also feel. Mega happy does not even begin to describe it!
Thanks for agreeing to the dress, the makeup and the dance too! I just think that you are so very beautiful, that this will only make it even more incredible when I look at you next. I can't wait to see what else you've got in mind! Knowing you, it will make for quite the interesting and highly memorable night for both of us. I can't wait to see you on the cam too! I've saved the two pics you sent me also, so I have them to look at and think of you during the times when we are not on the cam together. You looked beautiful in those as well!
Yes! Those writings will help you to understand everything about that past life, and maybe help you to understand yourself better in this life too. For me, the past informs the present in many ways!
Thanks for agreeing to the dress, the makeup and the dance too! I just think that you are so very beautiful, that this will only make it even more incredible when I look at you next. I can't wait to see what else you've got in mind! Knowing you, it will make for quite the interesting and highly memorable night for both of us. I can't wait to see you on the cam too! I've saved the two pics you sent me also, so I have them to look at and think of you during the times when we are not on the cam together. You looked beautiful in those as well!
Yes! Those writings will help you to understand everything about that past life, and maybe help you to understand yourself better in this life too. For me, the past informs the present in many ways!
All I will say about tomorrow night is this! You won't just like what I've got in mind... you're going to LOVE it. Promise promise. *Giggle*
No problem about the dress and makeup thing, I love dressing up and doing my makeup special. I think a super dark red will look perfect! I have just the color too. I swiped it from my sister and she never even noticed. The airhead! So yeah, I'm going to look incredible for you.
I'll be hitting those writings right after we finish up here I think. Get some reading started on them before hitting the sack tonight. And Kara? I just have to say this! I NEED to say this. I love you.
No problem about the dress and makeup thing, I love dressing up and doing my makeup special. I think a super dark red will look perfect! I have just the color too. I swiped it from my sister and she never even noticed. The airhead! So yeah, I'm going to look incredible for you.
I'll be hitting those writings right after we finish up here I think. Get some reading started on them before hitting the sack tonight. And Kara? I just have to say this! I NEED to say this. I love you.
13th Dec 2022 5:09am
I know I will love it, Chloe! Everything you do makes me happy and fills me with endless delight. I love surprises, so it will be pleasant to see just what it is you have in store for me this time. My beautiful, magical princess! Whether you dance, sing, play, or act as silly as can be, you never fail to bring a smile to my face. You are amazing!
Your sister does not deserve, such beautiful makeup! But... you do. You deserve everything that a princess should have, and a whole lot more. If you were of age, and we were married right now... I would buy you all the makeup, jewelry, and pretty clothes that you could ever want. Just to see you smile and laugh even more brightly than you do now! You're just that wonderful to me, that I feel that way. But honey, from now on if you want makeup that your mom or your sister won't buy for you, just ask Sybil... and she'll not only buy it for you, but she'll have it delivered to your house for you too. That way, you won't feel like you have to swipe anything from your sister. The same with books too! Or pretty much anything else of that sort. That is the best advice that I can give you regarding that matter. The best part is, since Sibyl is your mother's friend... she won't question it, if you receive packages from her, with instructions for only you to be opening them. Since she's your therapist and mentor, your mother will simply think it is things related to your counseling sessions. Like, for instance, Sybil could make her believe that it is therapy related books, like self-help books and such, and as for makeup she could always package it in a small box and label it as being one of those stress relieving squishy toys. She could even include those kinds of books and toys in the package along with the books you DO want and the makeup for you too. That way, you could show your mother the therapy books and the toys and she'll believe that is all that you actually did get in the mail. I'll contact Sybil later on and tell her to do that for you! So that way, Chloe, you will start having everything that you deserve to have, without having to wait for any of it. And that, is a promise-promise that you had best believe I can keep! :)
Chloe, you know what? I love you too, sweetie! Have a good night, and I hope you have very pleasant, magical, and sweet dreams. Put any bad thoughts out of your mind and remember everything that Sybil and I have been teaching you about relaxation techniques.
I will be seeing you again tomorrow! :D
Your sister does not deserve, such beautiful makeup! But... you do. You deserve everything that a princess should have, and a whole lot more. If you were of age, and we were married right now... I would buy you all the makeup, jewelry, and pretty clothes that you could ever want. Just to see you smile and laugh even more brightly than you do now! You're just that wonderful to me, that I feel that way. But honey, from now on if you want makeup that your mom or your sister won't buy for you, just ask Sybil... and she'll not only buy it for you, but she'll have it delivered to your house for you too. That way, you won't feel like you have to swipe anything from your sister. The same with books too! Or pretty much anything else of that sort. That is the best advice that I can give you regarding that matter. The best part is, since Sibyl is your mother's friend... she won't question it, if you receive packages from her, with instructions for only you to be opening them. Since she's your therapist and mentor, your mother will simply think it is things related to your counseling sessions. Like, for instance, Sybil could make her believe that it is therapy related books, like self-help books and such, and as for makeup she could always package it in a small box and label it as being one of those stress relieving squishy toys. She could even include those kinds of books and toys in the package along with the books you DO want and the makeup for you too. That way, you could show your mother the therapy books and the toys and she'll believe that is all that you actually did get in the mail. I'll contact Sybil later on and tell her to do that for you! So that way, Chloe, you will start having everything that you deserve to have, without having to wait for any of it. And that, is a promise-promise that you had best believe I can keep! :)
Chloe, you know what? I love you too, sweetie! Have a good night, and I hope you have very pleasant, magical, and sweet dreams. Put any bad thoughts out of your mind and remember everything that Sybil and I have been teaching you about relaxation techniques.
I will be seeing you again tomorrow! :D
13th Dec 2022 8:32pm
Hey, Kara! I decided to tell everybody about my condition. Sybil called me on the phone and told me I needed to be honest about it so that people would understand not just about that but also about you and me, and not think anything bad was going on. So honey, the stuff that I told you about during our last cam date, about me really being a 32 year old woman with Hypopituitarism Disorder? Everybody is gonna be knowing about it now! Sybil said she's going to tell everybody on DUP about it today. So that means I don't need to pretend that I go to school anymore, and you don't need to be pretending to be a father figure for me. I'm in love with you, you're in love with me romantically, sexually, and wonderfully! And we can shout it from the mountaintops if we want to. But yeah, I still think at night would be the best time for our camera dates, but only cuz it would be the most romantic time for it. So our schedule still stands. The only reason, as you know, why I need to lock my door is so that my mom or sister won't catch us having cam sex together, which would be kind of not very fun if they did. Anyways, so I'm free during the week all during the day, each and every single day, to hand out with you as much as you like. We can hang out on here, by email, on the webcam, whatever you want. Just like me know what you feel like getting up to and we'll do it honey! I'm glad I don't have to hide anything about me, you, or us any longer. I feel so free now! I've never felt more free in my whole life. Oh yeah, and Sibyl said she's going to tell everyone about your condition too so they'll be more understanding. So now everyone knows we both can't work and that we both live at home with our care givers. I'm glad Sybil did decide to get you and me together! I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm gonna be saying that as much as I want from now on, too.
Kissy kissy kisses for you, my handsome, sexy prince.
Oh, and yeah I want to marry you like tonight! Sybil's going to do a Wiccan marriage sealing ritual so I'm going to be your wife. Isn't that incredible? We're going to be getting married tonight! She's gonna do it over the phone with a video call while you and me are on the cam together. 7:00 for sure! Don't be let for our wedding, baby.
I LOVE YOU! My handsome hubby to be.
Kissy kissy kisses for you, my handsome, sexy prince.
Oh, and yeah I want to marry you like tonight! Sybil's going to do a Wiccan marriage sealing ritual so I'm going to be your wife. Isn't that incredible? We're going to be getting married tonight! She's gonna do it over the phone with a video call while you and me are on the cam together. 7:00 for sure! Don't be let for our wedding, baby.
I LOVE YOU! My handsome hubby to be.
13th Dec 2022 8:42pm
Finally! I was growing tired of putting up that whole charade of being only a daddy, mentor and teacher figure for you, my honey. Especially, after how much fun I had with the cam sex that we did together during our last date. Yes! I told Sybil that I definitely want to marry you also, so I will definitely be on Skype at 7:00 sharp for Sybil to officiate our marriage. Honey... after this, we'll be husband and wife in this life too just like we were in that past life, and we can start really planning out a wonderful future for each other also. I cannot wait! This is going to be best night of my entire life. For now, our wedding night will have to be over the webcam, but we'll figure out a way for us to get together in person too so we can have a proper honeymoon together off the cam. Sybil will help us figure out everything with our lives together going forward. How's all that sound to you?
13th Dec 2022 8:44pm
That all sounds perfect! Fantastic! Dreamy! Oh baby, I'm going to wear something sexy for you tonight under my princess dress. I've got this one-piece lingerie that looks amazing on me. That's what you're going to get to see me in tonight! And that's what I'll be taking off for you too. Goodness, you turn me on so much. I can't wait to talk really dirty with you again too. My husband Kara! See you tonight, my love.
13th Dec 2022 8:50pm
See you tonight, beautiful! That lingerie sounds extra sexy, I can't wait to get a look at you wearing it. And... to see that soft and sweet body of yours without in on, too. You turn me on too, BIG TIME! Although I did love Sybil, I never felt like she and I were really meant to get married. But you, you are my wife! As it was when I was Mordred, so it will be for us again, only better this time because we don't live in the Dark Ages anymore and don't have to worry about wars, battles, political intrigues, or crazy aunts. I love it when you talk dirty to me, Chloe! I love everything about you. See you tonight also, my one true everlasting love! *Smiles* :D
13th Dec 2022 8:53pm
13th Dec 2022 8:54pm
*Kisses Chloe passionately upon her beautiful lips.*
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23rd Dec 2022 9:56pm
I see you write with this poem a retelling of the ancient Welsh Pagan tradition of King Arthur's journey to the Otherworld to claim the magic cauldron of the Great Goddess. It was the first quest of him and his knights to find a magical object in an effort to make the land better. But to claim it was forbidden, like you show in the poem, and that sword was a very terrible thing that should have been left alone. The sword has many names! Durendal is one of them, in one of the physical manifestations it made for itself over the ages. The champion who carries it never is the one who chooses the sword, instead the sword chooses its' champion. Powerful, dark, and magical things you write of in this work! I like it very much, Kara, very much to be assured. Keep the ancient truths and secrets alive through your writing! Part of your destiny is to share such old and forbidden knowledge so it never become lost to time.
This particular poem is indeed a retelling of that very tradition that you mention. I consider the most ancient sources regarding certain things to be often some of the most accurate of all. Whilst most people might prefer the later, heavily romanticized accounts of King Arthur and his knights, I have always preferred the accounts that match what I myself remember of him and of those days from back when I lived as Modred during that very era. You can read the full account of my past life as such in my ten-part work "The Sword of Mordred".
You know the lore of that sword very well it seems! Then again given your knowledge of obscure and rather unusual sorts of dark lore, that does not surprise me really. In Japan, this sword took the form of the original Muramasa blade which was said to be alive and possessed of a will that caused the weapon to thirst for blood. If it was not provided with victims when it desired them, it was said to cause its' wielder to go mad and commit suicide with the blade. So that the sword could drink the blood of its' owner. Naturally, after that, it would need a new owner. There was more than one of the Muramasa blades, and the whole set was said to possess the same curse. So, this was an instance where the dark weapon took several physical forms during the same moment in time. I think that to a very powerful extent, all magical artifacts be they weapons or be they otherwise tend to choose the one who is meant to carry them, as much as they end up being chosen. Such things have a way of finding their way into the hand destined for them in the end, but oft they leave a rather dark trail indeed in their wake as they do. I don't think I would say that the sword itself should always be left alone... I would say rather that it does what it does in accordance with karma more often than not. It is merely a part of a greater tapestry, of fate and destiny, and it just cannot be helped when it gets woven in with whoever is meant to be its' master or mistress in a given era or in a given point in time. Also, interestingly... it is not always a weapon, at all! It will always be an object, but the object can be anything. What unites all of those physical manifestations, is the spirit within them. A spirit that can be in as many such objects as it desires, clearly. That spirit is an offshoot, or a lesser emanation, of the spirit of the goddess of death herself, she who was the first being in existence to create a weapon that housed this emanation. That was why at the end of my life as Mordred, she herself decided to reclaim ownership of it. Now, an emanation can itself produce further emanations, and that is why down through the ages we have multiple objects all of which possess their own variations of the same spirit. So, this is not literally the same weapon in different forms. It is only that in, more accurately, a symbolic sense. In reality, it is emanations of the same spirit bound within different weapons and other objects down over the centuries. You could say these things are all different, but also all the same, for that reason. But naturally that can be a bit more complex a level than most people feel comfortable with thinking on. Perhaps I only understand the nature of that weapon so well due to having carried it for so long in my life as Mordred. Then again, I have a natural aptitude for understand complicated metaphysical and mystical concepts also, so that doesn't exactly hurt either. *Smiles*
One thing I can honestly say about King Arthur, the man did not care a bit if someone told him something was forbidden. That never deterred him from seeking it out anyway. I don't think he expected the otherworldly cauldron to be anything other than a prize to be claimed in a symbolic victory over the ancient Pagan powers. That he ended up getting in over his head and finding trouble out of it... that was the Arthur I remember in general. He was brave, but that bravery could sometimes lead to rather costly situations. And his journey to claim that cauldron was costly in the extreme! In many ways, it rather was a foreshadowing of the later quest for the Holy Grail that I and all the other knights would undertake during our times.
I always write about powerful, dark, and magical things, Camilla my dear! Those sorts of things are all some of the subjects I am most intimately familiar with and of which I know the most regarding. Keeping ancient truths and secrets from fading into obscurity is a rather worthy cause, I believe, since the old knowledge was never meant to become lost to start with. I am happy to keep it found!
You know the lore of that sword very well it seems! Then again given your knowledge of obscure and rather unusual sorts of dark lore, that does not surprise me really. In Japan, this sword took the form of the original Muramasa blade which was said to be alive and possessed of a will that caused the weapon to thirst for blood. If it was not provided with victims when it desired them, it was said to cause its' wielder to go mad and commit suicide with the blade. So that the sword could drink the blood of its' owner. Naturally, after that, it would need a new owner. There was more than one of the Muramasa blades, and the whole set was said to possess the same curse. So, this was an instance where the dark weapon took several physical forms during the same moment in time. I think that to a very powerful extent, all magical artifacts be they weapons or be they otherwise tend to choose the one who is meant to carry them, as much as they end up being chosen. Such things have a way of finding their way into the hand destined for them in the end, but oft they leave a rather dark trail indeed in their wake as they do. I don't think I would say that the sword itself should always be left alone... I would say rather that it does what it does in accordance with karma more often than not. It is merely a part of a greater tapestry, of fate and destiny, and it just cannot be helped when it gets woven in with whoever is meant to be its' master or mistress in a given era or in a given point in time. Also, interestingly... it is not always a weapon, at all! It will always be an object, but the object can be anything. What unites all of those physical manifestations, is the spirit within them. A spirit that can be in as many such objects as it desires, clearly. That spirit is an offshoot, or a lesser emanation, of the spirit of the goddess of death herself, she who was the first being in existence to create a weapon that housed this emanation. That was why at the end of my life as Mordred, she herself decided to reclaim ownership of it. Now, an emanation can itself produce further emanations, and that is why down through the ages we have multiple objects all of which possess their own variations of the same spirit. So, this is not literally the same weapon in different forms. It is only that in, more accurately, a symbolic sense. In reality, it is emanations of the same spirit bound within different weapons and other objects down over the centuries. You could say these things are all different, but also all the same, for that reason. But naturally that can be a bit more complex a level than most people feel comfortable with thinking on. Perhaps I only understand the nature of that weapon so well due to having carried it for so long in my life as Mordred. Then again, I have a natural aptitude for understand complicated metaphysical and mystical concepts also, so that doesn't exactly hurt either. *Smiles*
One thing I can honestly say about King Arthur, the man did not care a bit if someone told him something was forbidden. That never deterred him from seeking it out anyway. I don't think he expected the otherworldly cauldron to be anything other than a prize to be claimed in a symbolic victory over the ancient Pagan powers. That he ended up getting in over his head and finding trouble out of it... that was the Arthur I remember in general. He was brave, but that bravery could sometimes lead to rather costly situations. And his journey to claim that cauldron was costly in the extreme! In many ways, it rather was a foreshadowing of the later quest for the Holy Grail that I and all the other knights would undertake during our times.
I always write about powerful, dark, and magical things, Camilla my dear! Those sorts of things are all some of the subjects I am most intimately familiar with and of which I know the most regarding. Keeping ancient truths and secrets from fading into obscurity is a rather worthy cause, I believe, since the old knowledge was never meant to become lost to start with. I am happy to keep it found!
