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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them Attila's Story.
Today's code is "45th Day, Last Year".
It being Saint Valentine's Day I thought I would tell you one of the sweetest love stories I know. I call it, "Attila the Hun and the Mare". It goes this way.
After the famous and infamous Atilla the Hun, known to the Roman Catholic Church during his time as "The Scourge of God", died in 453, after having held sway over much of Europe and Asia, after having refrained from sacking Rome, and after having caused the Roman Emperor Valentinian the Third to flee--that Attila the Hun--after he died he found himself near a small high mountain lake on what seemed to him to be an August day of uncertain year.
The lake, no bigger than a poor farmer's stable, was surrounded by a thin stand of pine trees and behind it a velveteen carpet of grass spotted with tiny purple flowers; and it was on this grass he sat some 30 yards from the lake, the incline of the land having him looking down on the deep blue water.
He had no chair, but rather he sat Buddha-like on the warm grass, and under a puffy clouded blue sky he watched summer white-winged insects like court dancing girls dancing just over surface of the lake, and the occasional trout leaping out of the water to take one; and after some time doing this (to him it seemed perhaps a month) he became aware he was being watched by something unseen and unseeable, and aware that somehow he was a guest of that which was watching him.
Attila the Hun was very happy. The great warrior was at peace.
After some time had passed after this realization--was it a week?--Attila spoke aloud to the unseen and the unseeable, and said:
"Thank you for this perfect place and this perfect feeling; no finer feeling nor no more beautiful place have I known; but there is one thing I would ask of you; I long for the scent of horse apples again."
There was a noiseless sound in the silence and a swelling in the breast of Attila the Hun, and in the distance Attila heard coming louder and louder the beat of the hooves of a galloping horse; and over a hillock on the other side of the lake, hooves pounding on the green grass speckled with little purple flowers, came a little white mare her mane tossing with dancing beauty.
Attila watched this mare prancing about on the other side of the little lake, and nearly wept with love, love for her and love for the unseen and unseeable who had sent her to him; and in unspoken but exhuded thankfulness he arose from his sitting place and began to walk around the lake toward her; and in the lake he saw his reflection; and in his reflection he saw he was a black stallion; and at that moment Attila the Hun knew he was in Heaven.
That is the story of Attila the Hun and the Mare. I hope you liked it.
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 45th day of its last year.
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Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 300
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them Attila's Story.
Today's code is "45th Day, Last Year".
It being Saint Valentine's Day I thought I would tell you one of the sweetest love stories I know. I call it, "Attila the Hun and the Mare". It goes this way.
After the famous and infamous Atilla the Hun, known to the Roman Catholic Church during his time as "The Scourge of God", died in 453, after having held sway over much of Europe and Asia, after having refrained from sacking Rome, and after having caused the Roman Emperor Valentinian the Third to flee--that Attila the Hun--after he died he found himself near a small high mountain lake on what seemed to him to be an August day of uncertain year.
The lake, no bigger than a poor farmer's stable, was surrounded by a thin stand of pine trees and behind it a velveteen carpet of grass spotted with tiny purple flowers; and it was on this grass he sat some 30 yards from the lake, the incline of the land having him looking down on the deep blue water.
He had no chair, but rather he sat Buddha-like on the warm grass, and under a puffy clouded blue sky he watched summer white-winged insects like court dancing girls dancing just over surface of the lake, and the occasional trout leaping out of the water to take one; and after some time doing this (to him it seemed perhaps a month) he became aware he was being watched by something unseen and unseeable, and aware that somehow he was a guest of that which was watching him.
Attila the Hun was very happy. The great warrior was at peace.
After some time had passed after this realization--was it a week?--Attila spoke aloud to the unseen and the unseeable, and said:
"Thank you for this perfect place and this perfect feeling; no finer feeling nor no more beautiful place have I known; but there is one thing I would ask of you; I long for the scent of horse apples again."
There was a noiseless sound in the silence and a swelling in the breast of Attila the Hun, and in the distance Attila heard coming louder and louder the beat of the hooves of a galloping horse; and over a hillock on the other side of the lake, hooves pounding on the green grass speckled with little purple flowers, came a little white mare her mane tossing with dancing beauty.
Attila watched this mare prancing about on the other side of the little lake, and nearly wept with love, love for her and love for the unseen and unseeable who had sent her to him; and in unspoken but exhuded thankfulness he arose from his sitting place and began to walk around the lake toward her; and in the lake he saw his reflection; and in his reflection he saw he was a black stallion; and at that moment Attila the Hun knew he was in Heaven.
That is the story of Attila the Hun and the Mare. I hope you liked it.
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 45th day of its last year.
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