FURTHER INTO THE CODE THAT IS .d
22:32 Nov 22 2005
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~ URBAN LEGENDS ~
Over the centuries, have added to taken away from and in many cases destroyed the true knowledge that was to be passed down.
One such legend tells of a famous martial arts person, who reached the heights of extraordinary status across the globe. His journey took him to such fame that his notoriety was talked about by billions of follower to this very day. At the height of his fame the glamour of the silver screen took hold, and although he was very good at his profession his confidence held the better of him. Word spread amongst the old counsel that he was given away far to many of the secret councils way, methods and defense methods in his movies, books, interviews, a warning was sent out, for him to stop this behavour.
naturally this warning went unheeded. so the wise counsel sent a member to dispose of him.
the secret vibrate ting punch was delivered.
several days latter the ledgon was dead.
an aneurisms, the final effect of the vibrate'n punch
had taken effect.
years later an offspring of the dead ledgon to succumb to the glimmer of the big screen, and in his hart he to decided to show the world a style and way of life that gave up the secrets, those tort to him in left behind videos and memoirs from is father.
this time there was no warn'n, this time the counsel acted swiftly, and the prodachay’s lite was turned off.
so were in this story does the author of .d hide the code.
FOR THAT AN OTHER SHORT STORY NEEDS TO UNFOLD.
i recall being show a sketch one night, it was on an dried withered sheet of skin. i was told that this skin, taken from the arm of a beast that roomed many centuries ago. and that the warrior that pealed the skin of the creature with her own teeth. had used the creature’s blood and a finger bone to create the sketch now before me.
as i peered at the sketch my eyes strained to make out the mark'ns. although the moon was full and over head, dried and fossilized parchment before me only appeared to have dark and light splatter effect on it, only occasionally broken by wot looked like web effect of old veins running through it.
"no no" the voice called to me "here lift it up to the light". as it was ripped from my hands.
with the flap of skin now raised above my head and the brightness of the moons glow passing through it, i could now make out the vision.
that same vision that was to tell me a great story of wisdom. a clear yet simple lesson is being shone to me this night. a message i now pass on to the clanships of the world.
the draw'n within the parchment was of a scene in what one could only be described as that which comes to mind if you picture those old sketches around drawn by the like of the old ALCHEMIST.
there was a room, a room full of book jars scrolls scattered on desk the were pictures on the wall, depicting various creatures all of which carried mystic or chemical symbols on them. inside the room stood a person behind a window that was folded in towards the room. in another corner of the room and had strange writing on it there was a blackboard with more strange symbols on it.
"there do u c it" the voice cried out. c wot i said.
"oh u daft fool, open your mind read the inscription"
searching the drawing. i spotted a piece of paper on one of the tables. written on it were these words.
NOW THAT U R HERE WITH ME U WILL C AS MY EYES C.
i mulled over the words as i once more Scand the draw'n.
"still can’t c it can ye" the voice said.
"c wot", i replied.
"wot is it i'm meant to c"
"read the clue, do as it says"
i looked back at the parchment, say'n the words over and over again.
“now u c , as i c , in here with me, c, u c , i c” .
bang then it hit me like a stake through the hart. i felt the life the essence drift from me.
the words had asked me to be with the writer of the document on the table. that could only have been the person behind the window.
so i took my vision inside the drawing and stood next to that person, and in doing so i could see through the glass on the window, straight towards the blackboard.
and it was then i found the truth to the sketch.
the strange writing on the glass and the symbols on the blackboard now fused together.
and there before me was the message, the parable and symbol of proof a message from the one we all guard.
There are many ancient documents of this type scattered around this world. Some fake some just good works of art, others though contain formulas of the our wise medicine men, known as the brethren of WHITE STONE ALCHEMY, of which many of divided tribes have long forgotten.
I have been asked, wot exactly is The BooK known as .d
Myself I am still unsure, when it was passed to me I was only told wot the passer had been told. Wot I can tell u is that the pages of the book are all made from the skin of the current writers foe’s. with each passing of The BooK, the holder of the time sheds a sliver of his or her own flesh, this is then added to the covers. Compressed and held down by there own blood. The covers r currently more than two inches thick. Who r the holders, the holder of The BooK, keeps The BooK till a time does come when wisdom of the one that began the teachings enters them, from there they add this knowledge to The BooK, then it be time for the pass’n on, this is done by a rite that has been passed through time, the symbol is released and one shall see it, The BooK is them passed and true immortality is repaid unto the old holder as reward, as one could invasion a book that contains the enlightenment of our breed throughout time contains many truths as to how we have advanced the races, to take mankind from war’ing nomads to scientific conquerors.
one has often said how dose man constantly obtain advancement, as has been and always shall been for it has been our tribes that first showed man which rock to use to make much better tool again it came from within our clan lineage to show man wot needed to be done to the rock to achieve this. After that man new he had to experiment with the environment. And know it is time for man to be shown a knew awakening.
For this reason it is time for my page to be open before all life’s kinds, and a knew holder of The BooK to present themselves. age or sex does not matter in this selection, only that the symbol be shown to me.
With this I shall as our forbearers have seen and known The BooK is in the rite full hands.
NOW HAVE'N SEEN HOW CODES CAN BE PAST. IN THIS CASE IT WAS IN A DRAW'N.
C IF YOU CAN FIND THE CODE IN MY FIRST STORY.
IN IT IS THE SYMBLE THAT WILL TELL THE OTHERS WHO I AM. THIS IS MY WAY OF FINDING WHO TO TRUST.
FOR WE ALL KNOW THE COVEN,THE CULT,THE CLAN IS SACRIT, AS IS THE REASON IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY.
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS WE HAVE SERVIVED ONLY BECOUSE OF OUR STRENGHT OF STORNCH’NESS, AND OUR ABILITY TO PRACTICE UN NOTICED.
thk u 4 your time and kindness to read thus far.
Yours truly
© DannyC
23 Dec 2005
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