the weight of consequences

The Road to Rome - Sunset- Sunday, September 12th, 800 A.D. They talked as they rode up the road. It was a warm day. the sun hung low over the western horizon “Andreos, tell me about yourself.” ”I was born in Macedonia. I am the son of a merchant. My father taught me mathematics and letters. When I was seventeen I joined the forces of the Empire. Because of my ability to read I was given a commission. I have recently returned from three years of duty on the Persian frontier.” “You have fought against the Saracens there?” “I fought against the Sheilcs with general Niccphorus at Heraclea. The Shiites are a fanatical sect of Saracens warriors. They call their acts of violence ‘Jehad’...” “I know the word, it is sometimes interpreted as 'Holy War’; though it has a complex nuance to it that make the translation as 'Holy War' easily simplistic but far from truthfully to the intent of those who speak it.” “They fight as if they are empowered by the devil himself. I have heard they

  Midnight - October 31st, 3190 A.D.   The Rishi invoked the Seven that sat on Mount Kailasha . Athena, Isis, Ishtar, Aphrodite, Gaea, Nike, Artemis. They acted and will act as the Guardians of the Aquarian Age. They acted and will act to preserve the time continuum. They acted and will act to protect the future from the past, and the past from the future. “You know as well as I do, the paradox of time travel,” Gaea said. Indeed Gaea was the ultimate paradox. Only once did the council retrieve a human being from the past. Gaea was that human. They had ventured over two-hundred-thousand years in the past to find her. They had snatched her from the jaws of death. They had restored youth to this aging woman from central Africa and bestowed upon her the knowledge of the ages. For she was the mother of the multitudes. The woman from whence all the branches of humanity owed their seed. “The thread has been woven in the fabric of reality. As it was, so it will be,” Athena responded “Then let