The Tarnsman

I woke annoyed by giggling echoing within the apartment I slowly dragging myself off the couch I grabbed a light house robe throwing it over me, as I start to fallow Kandia’s giggling I knew it was her I became accustomed to her voice…. I walked in to see her laying back on a small table she was nude and squealing “Kandia!” I cried out “What are you doing” just then a man’s head popped up from between her thighs and he grinned to me “Lady I am told you seek a Tarnsman” throwing my hand over to the side of my face covering my view I startled out “Oh, by Jimmeny, I did not wake up to this?”  He laughed as his arm sweeps across the table as Kandia screams out in protest before hitting the floor, without a thought I saw Kandia race to the other room, the man invited me to sit. I snorted unimpressedly this man has came into my apartment and seem to had made himself beyond comfortable he seemed to made himself head of my house, though very annoyed I thought best to take up the invite after all he was a tarnsman and I had sent my collared friendin to seek one for me and like the most wonderful of slaves she did just that, perhaps more over that I had the key to her collar is why she fallowed my plans and orders or perhaps she like I have grown fond of the other, after all she no longer was required to call me Mistress, she wore garments of a Free Woman within our shared apartment, yet when all these freedoms granted she still wore the collar about her neck and to everyone else that would see her she is a slave and she played her role very well….

I sat upon my heels across from my bold house guest my robe pulled closed and close by my fist gripping them I looked over to him, as Kandia with tray with breads and some cheeses in hand than an offer of wine, and he smiled as he accepted her wine and than the smile broaden more as he looked to me again ”Do I muse you Sir?” annoyed in my voice, “Yes” he responded “I have never seen a High Caste Free Woman’s flesh before that was not in a collar” I gasps out as I grabbed a knife that was stuck deep into a wedge of cheese “You will NOT get any ideas” I screamed as the robe feel open leaving my brief tunic exposed, he roared with laughter as he stood up calm he was as he walked closer “Not another step I will not be insulted in my own house” I screamed out and he laughed more, I was angry, ready to defend and than he spoke “Lady, I am a Warrior” I dropped the knife “Will you slay me?” he chuckled shaking his head “I would if you had drew a weapon” canting my head confused perhaps I should not have stated this a fool would point out that I did just that and I being young and foolish I did so “I had a knife” he laughed as he leaned down grabbing the hilt of the knife ” No Lady, you threatened me with cheese” he roared laughing taking a bite of the wedge much like one would bite into a drumstick, I blushed upset at myself for being a fool and yet graced with dumb luck. I watched him sit down crossing his legs and commanded Kandia over to his side for more wine. My heart still raising and my breath starting to slow from my fear I returned to sitting across from him, I watched as he placed his hand between Kandia’s thighs forcing her to take the pose of a pleasure slave to him she looked to me I saw she feared me and than turned her head to him lowering it as she stayed there, he spoke again to me “I Like you Lady, you have spunk, you are brave” “I was scared” I responded” “No, you was brave… you value who you are, I can see it….” He paused for a bit as he pushed Kandia’s legs closed again and than looked to me once more “And I respect it” “it is your code I am told to see those who are free and honor it” I added as he looked to me with a beaming smile “Aii” he took a drink before continuing “you are familiar with the code, you will make a fine bride one day” I jerked my head almost sicked by his words, and he laughed to my response “Oh Dear Sweet Beautiful Lady” He roared “You fear men” “No” I shouted “I just find them disgusting” I could see Kandia’s head drop from a slave’s downcast to now one of disbelief I swear she groaned out… The Tarnsman laughed even more “You are still a child, you will find we men are more than means of protection” perhaps he was right though I do not believe so. The morning went on, he and I exchanged business and the more he and I talked about our deal the more and more I found him foul, smelly and just over all a man. When the price came up he had asked for a Double Gold Tarn, I cried out in protest “I could buy my own tarn for that, and have much left over!” he mused”Yes, why yes you could, but can you fly it?” my jaw dropped I looked to him and stuttered a few words of unknown language even to my understanding than conceded “no, I just don’t have that kind of coin” Kandia jumped in bold, snapping out “Mistress don’t have that kind of coin here…..” his hand struck out backslapping her “silents!” he commanded, seeing this display I knew that I would never wish to be enslaved, Kandia looked to me her hand on her face I could see it was heavily redden, she looked to me her eyes I could see questioning me, how was it this man seemed to be so welcoming to my spiritness and yet greeted her’s with a sturn  and I now see this man was no fool, he was true a warrior of the highest regards and a Master, he spoke of his code to to recognise those who are free and honor it, and seems he stood by his code unyieldings and I was pleased though we shared no home stone he saw it in me, I was in his eyes a Free Woman and has sworn in the silence of his mind to protect that.

He stood up once more placed his thumbs in the belt that held his sword to his side he took my hand bringing it to his lips, I was stocked by this he touched me yet as much as I wanted to jerk my hand from him and strike him I was not about to push my luck with him for I needed him, he brought his lips to the back of my hand than looked to me his eyes green like that of the sea I stood there my jaw slacked and I herd him say softly a voice full of charm “They call me Haaka and I will see you first thing the Marrow’s light, met me at the the Tarn’s Keep” still lost in his eyes I nodded “and what of your pay?” he let go of my hand picked up his helm placing it on as he started walking to the door “we will speak of that on the way south”

I aquire the slave, Kandia the Tuchuk

A letter in hand that spoke that my Cuwe had died in the line of duty for her Home Stone, my Aunt the Ubara told me about a man of Tyros the Regent of Kasra asked much about me and I was requested to venture to Tyros as a guest of the State, now of coarse this being an honor I could not say no. I armed myself with 10 tarns, my amulet with my family cress that also doubles as the Signet of the Ubar, I smiled within myself for though I live very humble in many’s eyes I had a rather impressive bloodline as well as a very diverse up-bring though I had no deep rooted beliefs it gave me a vantage view as I look to the world in the eyes of a child, Many in the outpost never calls me a Free Woman, they ether call me a Free Girl, Little Scribe or Just Charisma the Curious… Father always called me a name in Barbaric tongue I was always called his “princess” the daughter he worried about the most and yet at the same time I was the one he always said I was the one that could charm the Priest Kings to my will with just softness of my voice, the Sky would bow to my desire as I look to it in wonderment, and the ground would bloom under my foot steps…. Chuckling softly in memory of my youth I finish packing my bags, and head to the caravan that Father had paid the Merchant for my protection to escort to the nearest port village where I could pay for passage to any Ship heading to Tyros.

The merchant placed me in the comfort of a wagon that was less crowded I assume father paid well for such treatment I was given the use of two slaves upon my travels. Time had passed and though for many days I was served by the slaves I never really looked at them just called them blond and raven I named them these due to the color of their hair, I would throw them my clothing to wash or told them to take a small note in trade for ink or other small supplies I seemed to had forgotten, each time the girls would return with the note checked paid in full, father must have really paid well for rence paper that the merchant would send back with the girls was not a low quality.

I opened my eyes and yawned with a new day though the furs and silks that I slept upon was not uncomfortable it just was not the same as my own couch. I moaned and groaned as I herd a voice “Mistress’ rest was not well?” I chuckled looking to raven as I was about to answer her I saw a gleam of gold in her nose I reached out to take her by the ring pulling her close so my eyes could study it, she cried out in protest and I quickly let go I sat up on my heels taking a hand on each side of her face repeating over and over again I was sorry I did not mean to hurt her. Her eyes looked to me oddly as she did not lower them like I would have demanded of slaves she looked to me I could see she feared what I might do next and I spoke “My mother has a nose ring like that….. she is of the Tuchuks” and in boldness the slave girl threw her arms around me crying out in joy as she whispers “than you will free me!”…. I stunned silent unable to speak as my mind raced I never thought about it I was told only a fool would free a slave and why would this slave think I would free her over the fact that she and my mother shared a common peace of jewelry.

I dismissed the blond girl from my chain returning her to the merchant thanking him for the use of her that the dark haired pleased me and served me as much as two slaves could, I walked away from the merchant’s tent I could hear the screams of the slave girl I knew she was being beaten over that the Merchant felt like the girl displeased me, though this is not the case I walked back to my tented wagon with no other thought about the blond girl after all she was just a slave.

Time passed as we traveled to the port I learned much about the girl in my collar and I came to look to her like I did Tre my parent’s house slave, not as a slave but with a sense of family… I kept her in collar for the caravan trip and she agreed that it would be for the best if she retained her duties as a slave for the duration of the trip, if I was to free her than she would find herself re-enslaved due to unable to pay passage and I did not wish my account to run down twice as fast by footing her way. I learned that my companion on the road was named Kandia of the Tuchuks she was lost in the Love Wars, during the eve  she and I would stay up late talking she told me much more about the Tuchuk people than my mother had, each night that she and I giggled and laughed coming up with a plan on how to return her to her people I now did not see the collar on her neck though still there it was vanished in my eyes she and I seemed to connect as sisters and I learned so much from her… I learned that I loved Kalana wine and she would bring the full strength wine instead of the deluded that was common for me to drink sense they say that kalana effects women it makes them slave even if just for an ahn. Oh how Kandia corrupted me, I am sure I would have been flogged for my shameless conversations with the Tuchuk Girl. I told her about the healer in the woods and she laughed so loud that a guard of the caravan raced in to the tent, I screamed as I threw cloth over me trying to keep him from seeing me in just my blue house Tunic, my slave girl jumped up and struck at the man screaming to leave her Mistress in private that no man that is not her companion would lay eyes on me, I snorted a giggle as the man shouted out in protest and left the tent shouting out that if it been under any other circumstance that he would have slain my slave. Kandia pulled the silken covers from my head laughing “he only saying that to save face, he barrows me from you on my trips to buy your inks” I blinked than snorted another giggle as I blushed, grabbing the bottle throwing back my head letting the sweet wine slide over my tongue before I lowered my head to look her in the eyes “tell me more”

We reached the Port where I went to the Merchant asking to buy “raven” to my shock he asked for 10 tarns I blinked as my eyes widen “WHAT!” he laughed “She will be sold in Ar I could easily get 20 or more she is a savage” “tuchuk!” I snapped as he looked to me, pulled my hand over my lips muffling as I hummed to think “She’s a tuchuk sir…” he mused “Than you know what she is and my price fair” snorting I pulled the pouch from my belt with the allowance father  gave me for the trip I don’t think he expected me to spend it on a slave after all if I had truly wanted a slave companion I would have brought along one of the many slaves that serves the outpost for I had command of any  at my whims. The Merchant counted out 5 tarsk and threw me the small pouch she placed them in I nodded knowing this must have been what was left from my account total that father had paid, at least now I was not completely without money but now I did not have enough for travel to Tyros. Kandia went ahead doing the duties of of a lure girl to soften up ship captians trying to get me a better deal the cheapest I could get was 15 tarks though many offered me tarns to buy my slave. When I thought about it Kandia heeling behind the captain would look up to me with a wrinkling twist of her nose, I would muse and shake my head to the man’s offer.

Have no way to get to Tyros I rented a small apartment and used caste sanction with the scribes who honored me, well maybe not honored me but placed me to work coping maps though I seemed amaze them with my skills I could not hardly earn more than my apartment and supplies cost, I never knew how much supporting two would be perhaps this is why I never owned a slave just rented them from time to time.

As a hand passed and I finished 3 maps for pay I knew I had to figged a way to get to Tyros than I looked to Kandia, I could tell she grew impatient and desired the freedom I foolishly agreed to grant her… so I took the key to her collar and placed it in the lock and jerked it out my eyes widen as I gasps out “I have a plan!”… she looked to me canting her head a bit “Oh and does this plan require me in a collar?” “Yes!” I cried out as I grabbed her by the arm racing down the streets to a tavern… she gasps out “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I laughed as I pushed her into the gates and saw the host “I have a slave that needs to learn how to be pleasing, she is your’s for the night” Kandia screamed out “NO NO NO!” I slapped her upside the back of the head not hard but it was great for a show “HUSH SLAVE” I grabbed her by the hair pulling her ear close to my lips a whispered low “see if any man in there is a tarnsman, and bring him to me” she turned her head to me as I let go of her hair she winked to me as she stood tall her palms turned outwards as she pranced into the tavern as a slave was taught to walk, the host mused and nodded “just send her out the back allie when she has earned 10 tarks for you” I told him and he smiled and I placed a tarks into the cup and turned away to head back to the apartment I herd behind me as I started walking away “Aii, lady and now she needs to earn me 9″ he seemed pleased with the deal.

I Attented My Sister’s Ceremony

The buzz about the Outpost was that of the Companionship of my Twin Sister Chyenne to the Master Slaver Gabe and I was racing across the outpost with wool fabrics in arm. Not paying attention I found myself landing backwards covered in bulk of blue wool and the ring of laughter in the air. Annoyed I felt the fabric pulled off over my head and a beaming smile from him, dark hair beautiful eyes gentle that just seems to be as deep as the Northern Woods itself. An offer of his hand and a dusting off with the other.

“Thank you Anubis”

he smiled and lifted my chin so, I was looking in those eyes of his again “You know about Lady Chy and Gabe’s Ceremony?”

“Of corse” I nod slightly with his strong hand keeping my head pretty much in place

He lowered his arm and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword not out of need to use it but perhaps more out of habbit  “Are you going?” he asked

I chuckled “Well Gabe is the sworn brother to my Mother, and Lady Chy is my twin sister”

a look of shock came over his face one I would not have expected “OH?, I am sorry I did not know that…. so you are going to be there.”

“yes” I looked to him questionable

I swear I saw him blush as he asked “could I have the honor to be your armed escort”

“Would you be standing by my side?” I cried out

“Yes”

“than of corse I would be honored” I blushed as I quickly grabbed up the folds of fabric, a wave and raced off to the house of my father where tre our house slave was there and with her aid I had a new dress for the event

Days past, stepping outside the gates I could see the tents of linen, silks and wools… some was of leather as well full of foods slaves and guests. I herd a voice from behind me and I turned to stand stunned before a man in scarlet robes tied with a cord of gold the boarder of his robe was done in gold runes of those seen common among Torvaldsland to his hip the common Gorean short sword that of the warrior it was my Escort and protector Anubis his dark hair and deep eyes that entrapped my wonderment like the heavens themself twinkling with stars, I was lost in him for a moment before turning our attention to the festivities. We herd the Ubara announce that the ceremony was going to be delayed and I was in slippers with platforms a fashion a Merchant from Ar had told me about, though no matter how beautiful they was they pinched my feet and stung like little sleens nipping at my toes, so we broke away from the crowd for I could find a tree to rest in the shade. Plopping down I took the shoes from my feet and flung them some good distance and my guard laughed as I massaged my bare feet.

“if I was your companion or even courting you my Lady I would rub them for you” he seemed shy as he spoke and than he seemed to back away a bit I knew he had seen the green on my face not that it sickened me that he would speak so, on the other hand I was very flattered about the offer yet, the idea of companionship and the duties of a companion to her man made me ill, the leason from the Healer from the hands ago still burn deep in the pits of my mind. Having my escort walk off a bit I sat disgusted in myself leaning agest the tree.

Before I know it I feel my body being shooken as my eyes drouzy looked up to my Mother she smiled with her golden ring gleeming from her nose and behind her My Grandfather with his Curage scares and his woman of the North. I looked around “How soon til the Ceremony?” as I placed my hands to my face “Do not rub your eyes, Charisma” mother pulled my hand from my face “your eyes will wrinkle and you won’t be a beautiful” I placed my hands into my lap as I looked up to see my escort holding my shoes “You fell asleep” he said as he placed them in my lap and excused himself as more of my family walked up so I could be pressented…

Time passed and my mind could not help but to wonder did my escort think he bored me so… he has seen me vomit behind a tree, fling my shoes into the woods and now I had just feel asleep on him though he did stand by my side during my sister’s complanionship. Sometimes I do not understand how I and my twin sister could be so differant she had companioned and than ready to companion a second time and me so scared of the idea of duties that I would have to perform once my father places my hand to the hand of a man and I would to drink the love wine with this man to be his honor, companion and mother of his heirs.

The Healer of the Woods

Scroll in hand my comparing of the physician herbs scroll illistration to leaves of the local plants… I stayed in site of the walls so if something did happen I knew the Warrior Anubis would be able to run to my aid. I did this because I knew though if a man saved the life of a woman she would be his but this was not true for the Warrior for it was his duty and honor to keep the free women of his shared home stone saved to know who was free and honor it one of the maxiums I learned about the code of the warrior, that being nether here or there I was sitting upon my heels when a man walks up next to me his hair white as snow his face wrinkled a bit he looked old though not clear to know if he was 60 or 600 he spoke to me in a soft voice and smiles. I sensed no danger from him he offered me a few bits of rock candy for trade of some of the herbs I had collected in my studies. I smiled and chuckled a bit “Sir, I can tell you been in the northern woods a long time the candy a common trade item for panthers but I Sir am a scribe” so he placed the candies back in a  pouch and offered to trade me knowledge…. NOW he was talking! He told me I could ask any question I might have that he might know the answer for, I smiled and looked back to the wall and blushed a bit…. “Don’t think me to bold Sir, I wonder about men… My Sisters are all ether companions or about to companion. And, though I am a twin I am still treated like a child” he nod and smiled “You know nothing of men?” “No, I do not” I responded. After about 10 ehn of his speaking I raced back to outpost with hand over my lips I am sure I dropped a few scrolls in my panic and the First Sword of the Outpost just watched me race by him I am sure he was dumbfounded. Tears in my eyes I ran behind a tree where I spit up what was in my belly to the ground.

To my Horror I now have learned that the organ that men use for sex is the same they use to urinate from….

Ambassador Gathering in Tyros

Place: Tyros and the City of Kasra

      I remember the smell of the sea air, the land hotter than I am use to. I was tickle as I traveled in the ship of corse with style or so I thought til I saw the other ships just of Ambassadors from lofty cities from all around and I though now seeing mine was not so grand I could still boast that I was traveling with a Ubar and his Ubara…. we pulled forth into the walls and than walked our way to the meeting I was excited the meeting of those that traveled far and wide to this gathering headed by a woman and not just any woman but that of my own blood line from my father, My half sisterthe Lady Videtta of Tyros. I lifted my skirting letting my sandles show I was more than pleased to see her, or well see her robes of concealment, I stopped in amazement of her the brocades of her robes, heavy thick she must have had at least 4 on, I could see she wore many veils at least 5 if not more… I have seen her heavily robed before but never like this she was magestic, dressed that of only the most powerful and richest women of  Gor would I was taken back, I myself though not custom with veils did so wear one my robes, I felt a bit shamed that I only wore one though I did hood my hair my veil did reveil my eyes that many could see them, I felt like a popper before a Ubara, as annoyed as I was being the spoiled youngest daughter of our father I smiled to her with my eyes as she than lead us to where we would be seated.

Over joyed I had pens and parchments ready, my short hand surperb I was able to keep up much of what the Ambassdors had to say to my shock I looked over and saw a red savage woman in the rows I could not help but to stare at her for I knew I was 1/4 from my mother’s blood and I did speak some as mother had made sure to educate me to it. The darkeness of her hair in a lovely mohawk, skin was darker than mine, I wanted to speak to her though she with her escorts was ingrossed with the summit that I than turned my attention back to the bickering the talks and the suggestions on a better unit to those of Gor…..

A United Gor, Marlenus tried this is Ar and it in the end exciled to him as an outlaw…. Than again rumors has it that the Ubar of Ubars had returned to the Throne, perhaps one day with any luck I will get to travel there and see this Throne maybe even get to read in the scribery and behold all the rich knowelge of the Gem of Gor, it is said that the laws of the Home Stone stops at their gates.

A few days pass and My Uncle the Ubar of Kajira Falls playfully takes his Ubara and I in each of his arms with little effert swings each one of us up onto the wagon to travel to the docks, I was giggling in joy I am sure Aunt did the same though my laugher muffled out her’s if she was, I poked my head out the back to see some women turn up their noses at our display….. Old purdes! I thought, than my mind wondered to a United Gor again, perhaps Uniting is not the best corse of action, but than again I am just a young girl from a small outpost within the northen woods. And, from the look on those women’s faces I must be lucky to beable to not be so prim and proper, and with those thoughts I was no longer envy over my sister’s fine robes and status, my family has me where I belong…. Free, Happy, and before I know it will be back in the little Outpost in my little scribe office filled with my leasons, parchment and a new bola to hunt those urts that think they can make a nest in my libary.

Horror from Travels from Khalida

I was sitting just out of the scribery like I do so many times on many occassions, though, Today I had a young man who was traveling with the caravan, he being a paid mercanary, I of corse turned my head from him as he smiled at me. How dare he look apon me with his eyes… he a paid sword, I do not know what caste he was born though he wore black I knew he was no assassin he seemed a bit clumsy with his walk… when I did my best to ignore him he sat next to me, to my horror he smelt of cheap paga and even cheaper women. I placed my fingers to my nose pinching the nostrals closed though as a result of my making my nose thinner my specks apon my face started to slip. Than, he opened his mouth to start talking his breath not only smelt like Sul Paga, it than reeked of pickled fish.

Now, as my eyes water from the stinch of this man and his boldness to start talking to me, I thought to get up and leave til he said something of intrest. He spoke about a murder he herd about and though death was not an uncommon thing it was the oddness of the killing and who was killed that struck me to the core.

Life as we all know is a priceless thing and to be honored.

The Victom in this man’s tale was an unborn child, cut from the womb of it’s mother.

Reason behind the killing was said that a man wished to enslave the woman and those that took her, he stated she was told “The man who wishes to buy you, will not pay if you are with child”….

Now perhaps to me I am thinking on a differant level and perhaps sense I was not man I could not understand. So, after speaking to the man in such shock I left him to dewl on my thoughts and coming up with no understanding I walked over to see two men playing the Game. I looked to them it was a man in Blue with threads of Yellow I knew him to be a slaver and not one of my most likeble people that I would normally see but in this case I felt that this was the man I must speak to he was playing the Game with the local keeper of the Brothal, and perhaps another man that could answer my unsettling thoughts on the matter of the tale I herd.

Why would a man not buy a woman that was with child if it was the woman he wished enslaved?

Responce Slaver: “Seems, foolish to kill a child. I myself pay a copper tarsk or even up to 5 for a good slave baby depending on the child’s sex and the beauty of the mother”

Responce Brothel Keeper: “A Coin is a Coin, you do not distory that you can make a profit from”

I looked to them men and nod to them, they started roaring with laugher as they watched me jump almost out of my boots when I felt the hand of the slaver grope my left cheek of my backend…. once feeling his hand I turned with speed and fury laying a slap across his face. He almost knocking him over he looked at me his cheek redden as he held his hand over the smarted area, his eyes watering from his being fully mused by my reaction. Insulted I stomped off from the men to go speak with my father, of corse not over the slaver’s touching me. Oddly as I walked away I smiled to myself perhaps I was not as unpleasing to the eyes as I had thought before. I shook my head clearing the thought from my mind for I had more important things to see to.

I entered my father’s office, he being pleased to see me smiled broadly. “Have a seat, tell me what Honor it is that my dear cunksi pay visit”… For those that do not know my father is not Savage yet he does use Savage words in honor of Mother due to she loves to flont her heirage. “Ahte, I come for advice” I replied, and I told my father about my cofussion about the tale I was told the words from the men I had spoken to of corse leaving detail out of the groping.

Suggestion: A sickness in mind clearly by the action of those that would rip a unborn from the womb, and such illness in the best intrest for those that committed this act to be layed to rest.

I nod and stood up I gave my ahte a hug and told him how much I loved him and it was a great honor to be his daughter, he than smiled at me and playfully pushed me to the door telling me to leave him be now he had much work to do and he wished to see me after the family had dined this eve…. I of corse leaving my father’s office raised back to the scribery to my little desk kneeling down to write….

Introduction

Tal to all that reads this…. My Name is Charisma I am the daughter of the Adminstrator and his Companion the Chief Scribe of a small Outpost there in Kajira Falls. Simple to say I am one of a set of twin girls though unlike my sister who is tall, slinder and strong. No, I was born as one would say a runt… Now, don’t get me wrong I am not weak for I live and I have a name, I am pette, my beam is wide and legs thick for my size and I am told I kick like a bosk and run like a kaiila. Though I tend not to wear a veil much due to my mother being a mix of Savage and Tuchuk, or perhaps that sense the Outpost is pretty much a trade center for those coming and going that the intrest of stealing and collaring women of what seems to not be a place of great wealth that most travelers seems to more intrested in a meal and perhaps the renting of a slave from the public house over the thief of a scribe, though, High Caste still not one of a rich family worth the time to build up on an auction block…. or perhaps the fact I wear a pair of glasses that a Builder with the aid of a Physician to help design, was so kind to make for me to help keep my eyes from tiring so much as I spend much of my time with scrolls, books and listening to stories told by those of the caravans as they come and go passing on or just stopping for a short time to make some trade with the locals… and what you read here is clearly in my view and my understanding as well as a record of my thoughts on any subject that I witness first hand or overhear from those in travels….