Lineages and Legacies: We are the New BREED

I want to tell this as a story instead of just saying it like it is a fact, because this is a result of my visions, and even for me this is not just showing up at the wrong soccer stadium. However, I've had a result come up from these visions and I want to show some pride. Look - I take shame on myself for what has happened because I think that is Ma'at, not to blow air or for any other reason.

Still - I work so durned hard, and I feel I have a right to some pride. If I could just get this thing with my family worked out in some reasonable fashion. There does have to be a reasonable solution, even for the dove-poo that arose from the chlamydian sea. That isn't my blood. That kind of blood falls off like treetard from family trees. But I've got to heap the ashes of responsibility on my head because that is what is right - as far as I can see at the moment.

So this particular article deals openly with two fundamental issues. First, I want to talk about the origins I think I actually have, rather than my superman origin stories, and the neo-human. I'm just going to come out and talk about these dangerous topics.

One of the good things about being labeled psychotic is that the sub-breeds can put it off to a bad day or not enough sedatives in your pill box. I'll be open and let us see how hard I get nailed for it. Even on a closed site and a labeled half-wit, this might go foul. A gamble. I'll spin the two coins and let them fall where they may.

So here's how I'll tell the tale. A group of tribes arose in remote Nepal, and cast out of the mountains and swept southward through Asia and towards Europe. They were split tribes called the Ariannan, and they were a golden people. They also loved blood and war, and they fought within their tribes within certain limits to prove their strength.

Things ran afoul for the Ariannan - mostly they had themselves to blame - and a group split off, renaming themselves the Oraku. That name translates as "Those whose voices see." They fled across the sea, finally arriving in South America, and took their small tribe across the north of the Amazon jungle into Chile, where they were lost.

So here is me, likely an adopted foundling, a believer in his bizarre tale that he was once of the Oraku. I'll be taking a good depakote-induced power nap very soon, don't worry a bit. Best use for depakote in my opinion.

The New Breed of Evolution, and the Neo-Human

As I've told you, the Aryan has a reputation today for living in a world of myth. At some time around 6 or 7 thousand years ago, on both sides of the Himalayas, two very different sets of humans started keeping significant written records. At somewhere around 23 or 24 hundred years ago, two very different philosophical traditions are born on either side of the Himalayas.

At roughly 2000 years ago, a chaotic time in Middle Asia (the Arabic nations) forms a pivotal period in history for the whole world. Roughly 100 years ago, most of the world is connected significantly, and industrialization sweeps the world. 50 years ago, man develops unimaginable abilities to manipulate matter and the very stuff of life.

Somewhere no more than 5 years ago, the neo-human has arrived. We are all here. Now, as a descendent of a world of myth, I am not the scientist that nearly all neo-humans are. Yet, I've decided that if there is to be a tribe for myself, an official one and not a collection, that it will be called, the Invid. A story about a rootless, childless man? - or the evolution that will now sweep a globe of mostly sub-breeds?

Invid translates from my knowledge as, "venom," and I also like the translation, "the afflicted," or, "the affliction." The Invid shall make war. Again if I'm axed for making a hate site, at least a few eyes will have seen it.

There is a neo-human. The topic is final. What I and other neo-humans can do makes you look like fools. I am not a scientist, as a descendent from Ariannan --> Oraku --> Invid, I am a neo-human that lives in a world of neverending stories. I make war every day, and as the cage of the grid of the sub-breeds dissolves, the Invid will make of the new world that emerges a place of blood and war, never-ending stories, and also healing and love.

You need some skalds in the world, and as with any tribes, we will fight, but I hope that will also be arrived at by a reasonable solution. Also, a Clan in a new world needs a new name. A warrior-poet, head of Clan Invid, signs off for a nice legal power nap, and will return when he has more to say. If the material goes down, at least a few will see.

My path begins in a circle, and terminates at the end of the song of my knife. For the song of my knife is my only vision and voice, for Invid is the only weapon of the Invid.