Myth

I imagine you would like to find notice of what myth is. So I’ll just say as an introduction that myth means fairy. If that sounds strange think of it this way. If you imagine then you carry. If you carry you hold. If you hold you care. Now lets say to hold meant a ship. And lets say at one time the fairy was a way of crossing space. To ferry people from one world to the next.

So what if ferry is the one word which means what it is; that at one time people we call fairy were people who were ferried. They carry a stigma in our age to mean queer. Yet if they were they didn’t say it to us. For I know their story. I know it as well as anyone could. For I was one of those who was carried by them to this world. And I was one who was thought strange. For I am one and you also were a fairy.

Now you might say that is dumb. So let me carry this to you. In the river Styx there is a story told of a man who requests of you a silver penny. It is said he requires it so he can pay his way. Now in the story it is Death who wants the silver. He does it so he can pay his way but if he is dead then why worry? Lets say that death isn’t the end but only one step on the road. Lets say if I died and carried on that I would bear it to the grave. And if I bear it to the grave then I become a bear spirit. A bear spirit is called a territorial spirit. Why? Because the ancient bear symbol represents the story of Ursa. Ursa means bear but it also means barrier.

So if there was a bear who was held down by time he became a spirit of time. And if the spirit of time was lost then we are the fairy. All of us who are on earth. And so we were the lost race. The people who lost their way.

So when Jesus came to us he told us to write down the one thing that made sense. And so the WORD became flesh and dwelt among us. But if we were flesh it might make sense. But suppose Jesus became the flesh which is pure? For if Jesus was the pure flesh then we were the pure people. At least at one time. For Jesus came to give us life. And life is what a fair man does. He carries the head and the head is the carnival. Carn speaks of the flesh and I speaks of us and val is a word which is so rare few know the true meaning. It means to take for a ride. And so if we were the flesh people who became impure we were carried to a place like lepers. We were lost in time. We needed a new ride but no one knew who we were.

So if this makes sense then watch me write it back for you. For if the carnival is the ride of your life then you went to the fair. And if you were of the fair you were of the ride. And if you went on a ride in a carnival it was the Ferris Wheel which is the fair wheel or the fairy’s wheel. And if they were wheeled in they were carried in.

So we would then see that the fairy were those who were sick and those who were diseased.

Now I can’t prove it all in one story but myth is the one word you wanted. I found out it means to carry and to carry is the way of the heart. Our heart is the myth of things seen. I find knowledge and I present it to you. For if I were to continue I might say that we fell for the father of lies. But if he was a territorial spirit then he was a bear. And if he was a Lie Bear and carried the fairy end then we might say he was the first world which was filled with story after story after story. For that would be Time himself. And if Time were the Lie Beary then how did it become Library? You might say he fell into the brere and said “Rats. I thought it was time.” And that would be the truth.

Brere is thought to be a word for briar. It is but it also means brere which means to carry the will of a person. So if the briar were to carry you then you would be entangled. And entangled is a word which means to engale or be caught in a storm. From it we get the word Engla and Engla meant to be carried to the heart of the storm. It was this word which meant Eng and Eng is the word which means to give. And if you give Eng to a person you carried them forward. So to be an Eng was a good thing. To carry the Eng of the heart to a person who carried the tail or the end was the bitter tail. For it was the fairy ending. And so the fairy was the stone. And the stone became the bitter tail or tale.

Now in old time the fair were also the Fer and the Fer were either Fair or Fare and if you were fare you carried the well. The well was a way of staying put without moving. If you could then you were the well man. And that meant you were Time.

So those who became Time were few. One who did was Death and he rode the sticks down from the upper world. It was his life which hung in the balance each time he rode the sticks down. Back then the sticks were spelled with a y and it was really Styx.

Now I could say this was the end of the story but remember there is lots more to come. It is all real and it is all true. And if that bothers you then don’t read. For people who read are the dead men. For dead men tell no tales. Har har har.

Joel Akin

08/14/2007

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