Tag: Christmas

It’s Time.

As more of these HolyDays Holidays approach. More herein is. As well. Borne. Born of the merry Mind. Of i, Shiro that is. Is that and this Fictional Tale Short n sweet from Our World. Legends in a Modern twist to so happily to meet and Greet the Seasons. Ahead, in deed. It’s Time.


It’s Time.


The Hotel Elevator clanging, clattering shut behind Him. Joe turned, grinning,

watching it go. Nostalgia and sentiment may decree otherwise, yet He knew,

that much of the Old City really should be replaced. Renovated at least.


Stopping in front of a Door that matched His Call-out. Hopefully,..

His last for the Night.

A quick check of His Military styled Watch confirmed the timing. Knocking

3 Times quite hard, then almost shouting “...Your Taxi’s Here… “.


Hearing the affirmation He turned, heading back, noticing ahead in the Corridor

several Figures just emerging from the Room, next along the way.

Room 1212.



“…Can you take this Bag please.?. ”

The voice of previous affirmation, female.

Matter of factly, though tinged with perhaps suppressed emotion.

Behind Him.


Turning, stepping back and taking hold of a plain, sturdy Case.

“…No probs, i got it... ”

Looking directly at the Voice Owner then and smiling as He saw.

Her rather obvious state. She smiled back, a little hesitant.

Like Her walk.


Joe slowed His regular pace to match, as They approached the Elevator where

already stood, the small group seen earlier. 3 Men it seemed. Heading down.

Like Them.


The Elevator arrived, seemingly louder than before.

Whines, squeals and groans.


An Old City in deed, Joe mused again.




(Music Link)


As the Doors opened the 3 Men stepped back,

almost lining up behind them.

Joe smiled, knowing too their innate respect, with understanding.


Joe and Passenger entered first. The 3 trailing behind, then moving

into the opposite corner.

Once in and settled, Joe poked the Ground Floor icon.

Doors slid shut, noisily steeled.

With a hiccup and jolt they began to move. Down.


As they passed the next floor a whine and thump from below was heard.

A twang from above resounded, just after.

The Elevator stopped. Swaying a bit, then settling. Still.


Joe bit his lip as He started to press a few buttons on the console.


No lights, no reactions, no Power it seemed.


Stopped still.


“…It’s Time…”

Joe’s Mind reeled. No, this cannot be. Not Here. Not Now.?.

He looked around, as frantic as the intruding thoughts.

The 3 Men, Elders, simply smiled. Earnestly. Vacantly. Back.


Turning to the where that Voice so arose. She was nodding.

“… It’s Time... Now…”

Breathing faster, shallow. Insistent.

She blushed a little, almost skipping, stuttering over the Words.


She knew well their effect.



“… It’s Time…”


All Eyes were upon Her.

4 Sets. Male.

All synced and focused on that peculiar stillness that had so been

brought to a head with just those Two Words.


Joe automatically rolled up His sleeves locking Eyes with His Passenger.

“…You Sure.?.” though He already knew. Her breathing and stance.


She nodded not trusting Herself to speak.

“…I’m Joe...”

“… Mary,.. Hi… Joe…” She so replied. In ‘tween the Breaths.


Hello MaryO.k. You’renoWe,..

…are in LuckNot only am i Your Driver…” As He chatted, with deft and sure

movements He settled Her into The Position. The 3 Men too busied themselves.


One went to the Elevator Phone console putting on His glasses as he looked

at the Instructions. The Other Two removed Jackets, smoothly, efficiently

folding both into a Log Pillow, for Mary’s Back as support.



“… I drive a Taxi nowI was in the Army not so long ago.

A Medic. I know the Procedurethough I have only assisted


Thus far…” smiling confidently. He hoped.


Mary, slightly bent over, looked up. Still

and so breathless.

“... That’s O.K. JoeAm a Single New Mum-to-be

My First as well…” then adding,..


thus far…” whilst taking His hand, She squeezed trust through Her fingers

whilst Her Body fretted in pain.

Joe squeezed back…” O.K. MaryLet’s do this.

It’s Time…”


again smiling, now easily and honestly. She had Spirit this One. Humor too.


His Training came back. Ordered. Controlled.

He turned to the Men, surprisingly calm and ordered themselves.

Simply waiting it seemed.


“…Ok Guys empty Your pockets

…Let’s see what We can use…”


As They reached in and around for their contents Joe opened the Case,

laying the Lid flat to also use as a Board for His Equip.



“… Why did You join the Army Joe.?.” Mary asked, trying to distract Herself

from the pulses Her Body was letting out. Like waves She thought.


“…ohwelli was given a Suggestion,..

told to see the Worldby a Judge


...He disagreed with the Way i worked with WoodI


…i was one…

…of the early Tree-huggers and that got me into some strife,..


…so to get out of that... i went in. The Army instead…”


“… Did it keep You out of strife.?. She thoughtfully posed.

“… Mostly

in Time…” Joe replied with that cheeky grin.

They both laughed at each others discomfort and their own.



Joe took and arranged several Items.

Water, Scissors, Gel Soap, Mouth-wash, small Cloths,


He didn’t need much if all went well.


‘Twas Nature and Mary did the main and hard work.

He read out the Labels, accentuating and highlighting the Names.

Mary laughingly insisted too. On a taste of that

Mount Myrrha Mouthwash…


“… Sounds Yum

To refresh Myself,..

at least a part anywayo.k.”


“…onto the next...”

A smile and determined grin combined. Residue

spat, cleaned, wiped, mopped up.



Joe shrugged, taking a swig and rinse as well.

First and Second Cloths, corner tossed.

Fresh breath. Breath fresh.


Well as then,

cleaning His hands with Soap and Water, a Flower Essence

so filled the Air. Lavish bouquets of Sweet and Spice. Exotic.


Frankincense it seemed.

Antiseptic as well.

Third Cloth tossed.


The scented smell soothing, though filling the Senses as well.

Placing it back and next to, The Scissors, small, golden

and sharp. Fancy,.. rather ornate… perhaps a Gift,

though well kept, with little signs of Age. Sitting still.

Awaiting the Turn.


As He and the Men sorted and refilled Pockets

of the unneeded. Mary’s breathing changed. Joe, sensitive and practiced,

adjusted Her Position. Slightly, to suit.


Her Breathing was louder, the pains more insistent.

Persistent as well.


Slightly unnerving as Joe could do little to Help

take that edge off. Wiping His own brow

as He felt movement next to Him.

“…We will do what ever You need Us to Joe...”


said the Man closest. Clasping

His shoulder for emphasis.


Joe looked Him square in the Eyes, seeing humble

and open honesty dwelling there.



“…I’m Mel Auricson,..” automatically reaching for a Business Card. Handing

One to Mary, then Joe.

Not to be outdone both the One next and the Phone Caller did same.

‘…Casper Frankson...”  “… Belmont Mirson…”


As Mary went to grab Hers, the pain wave struck. Gasping and clutching at the pain

Her Hands withdrew. Reaching over, Joe took the Cards, nodding to Them

all. Looking down hurriedly, He noted the Logo…


M.A.G.I. Mel Auricsons Great Importiums...



...embossed as well, noted too. Placing them, His and Mary’s in His top-pocket. He

turned back to where what mattered most. Mary had paled some. He quickly

gave Her some Water from the Case, noting in the background,..


Mr Mirson seemed to be online with the Hotel Supervisor.


“…ok Folks…” He spoke up, Phone held loose.

His dark features crinkled though with smiles in His eyes,

as He overdramatised, like a solemn Reporter’s Evening spiel.


“…The Super’s got the Crew on it. If it’s the usual problem,…

We’ll be ALL out safe and soon. If not.?.”

He shrugged in the Way of those Destinies, Fates. Letting it hang.


“…The Ambulance is also on the Way…”

He continued on, then pointing at Joe...

“… They’ll call You here when they arrive.?.”


Then looking to Joe for confirmation. Joe in turn,

nodded to Mary, holding Her gaze. Simply stated in reply:

“… It’s Time



They’re gonna miss out…”



They All laughed then.

Then got down to work.


Picking out and checking over His Tools a breathe of relief

He now gave. He was Ready. They All were.


That too which moved within Mary. Was ready as well.


The act proceeding along naturally. Joe watching close, encouraging

where needed, supporting when can. The Men kept busy

with the minor chores.


Sweating freely, Mary now, quite loud with some choice

winces, groans and gasps,..

at those sudden moments of tearing despair.


Mary’s face deep reddened as Times slowly ticked on. Sweat and Tears

mingled so. Grabbing the cool Water, Joe let some trickle behind Her

Neck. She smiled in ‘tween gasps and exhaled more evenly. Settled

somewhat more.



“...More PleaseThat Helps…”

came out at last. Joe complied, glad She felt some blessed Relief.

He had seen.

Her Hands constantly wringing, turning those pains away.


As New Life so then emerged, Joe tapped His Watch without looking,

to record that Event. Hands then quickly back and under, He watched in

awe. The Miracles of Nature simply unfold.


Secure in His Hands this small and squirming bundle stretched

as if waking. A Hand came up,

then down in a movement and motion Joe thought was rather Zen. To

then rest on His Thumb, in a steady and sure grip. Content. At ease.





They All... gathered around.

Simply Watched.


Tying and Cord-cutting, with Scissors glimmering ‘tween His Hands,

sharply, smoothly. He

then wiped clean that bright and brand new Face.

Wrapping up in a small Towel that was colored as bright as Our Sun. A

golden Child, Joe thought as He passed Him to where He now, so



In those Arms of His Mother. Mary. Just there.


“... CongratulationsA Son…” Joe intoned solemnly.


Small cheers, acknowledgements, chorused by All.

That rose a lil’ louder as They began to so move again.





A lil’ later.

On the gurney, through and out the Front Entrance,

Mary motioned Him close.


“… Thank-you Joe. For Everything…”

She smiled, that Glow All around.

Joe had to check His own breathing. Then.


“… Well Mary,.. I’m not going to say it was All a pleasure,

though indeed,..

It was a grand way to spend the nightno joshing there…”


…letting heartfelt Truth add depth of feeling to His Words.







Mary almost blew the words from within. Breathless. Timeless.


“…Joshua will be His Name…”


She leaned back as the Ambo’s readied Her for Transport. Then leant

forward quick, to converse with One.

After a short exchange She searched out to catch His eye.

“… The Bethlem Royal...” She mouthed His way.


He gave Her the A-ok sign.

She leant back again. Stayed there, as Others now did Their part.

Joshua settled in.


Joe waved just before the closing of doors. Mary too.

He stayed, still,


watching till They were finally lost in the Night’s dark.



Strolling back to His Cab, Joe tapped the Display on His watch

bringing up the Time of Birth that He had clicked on earlier.


The Watch flickered, finding the Time then displaying.


1212,.. Born on the 25th... of the… 12th Month.?.




Wasn’t that their Room number.?. Too.?.

Those 3 Men.?.

He clutched at His shirt pocket,

feeling and grasping the Cards therein.

Mel Auricson, Casper Frankson, Belmont Mirson.


Those… MAGI Men...

He’d give them a Call soon. To say Hi.

Thanks too.


Perhaps pick up a Gift for Josh and Mary.



(Music Link)



He put the Cards back in. Tapped the pocket.

“...It’s Time…”


With just two words, 5,.. no, 6... Lives did so meet.


6 Lives. One Night.


Looking down at His Hands, Joe smiled.

Remembering what just before had been there. So Full of Life.


A blessing.

The Cards decided it for Him.



At least now He had a great excuse to visit Josh…

and Mary.

At the Bethlem Royal.


He was starting to so like Mary.

As for Josh,.. Josh, was a given.

A Gift of Life.


Joe walked on.


It’s Time.



Scribe’s Notes:


The above is My... i, Shiro’s Attempt at a Christmas Tale of Fiction.

Using the Legendary and Timeless Themes of Birth, New Life.

Those Holy Days.


Simply Enjoy.



The Cast:


Joshua : The Newborn. Gifted with Life. Simply Cute and So. On.

Mary : The Mother. A Gift-Giver. Cute, so sayeth One Joe.

Joe : Joseph, Wood-Worker, Coach-Man, Life-Coach. OK Joe archetype.


The 3 Men : The 3 Wise Men: THE MAGI.

Mel Auricson : MELCHIOR, the Gold-Gifter.

Casper Franks : CASPAR, the Frankincense.

Belmont Mirson : BALTHASAR, the Myrrh.


All… Persian, Olden. Of Yore. Wiseass as Serpents

it seems in deed. Also. (...Indeed and as well...


…Btw’s… AURIC… That is. Is so and that:

An Olden Term for Gold...) Thereof. Herein.


A Christmas Tale.

That carries no stinger...


just some zing.



Our World Legends.

Be One.

It’s Time.


Wherever, Whenever, Whatever

You so Find... Your Self.



Next… So be in Our World. Legends

From Authors, Editors, Writers, Poets, Readers.

A Seek and Search. Top Tips, Helping Hints.


The Writing Arts. So Thus Writ. Nomened as:

When You Call Me Names Love. Writing. The Ultimate Guide.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…



A Dream. Pen and Sword. I Have.

HolyDays. Holidays. Ways With Words. WordPlay. Mores. Herein. Feel That Flow. Sword and Pen. Pen and Sword. So. Do Flow. Still.


  • In My Hands, Pen and Sword Do Flow.

Electronic Gadgetry,.. Not So Much.

At Alls.


  • Writing on WordPress is a Joy.

‘Cept when it’s Not.


Looking at the above. Two Sets of Statements.

In Our World.

Legends these yet and so;.. Are Both True. Isms.


That Dream.

Pen and Sword

is a Balance of Paradoxes that is. Is that

within Mind. Mine,.. i, Shiro.




(Music Link)


The advent, progression of Tech. involves mores

than a simple Understanding. If One, thus and so,..

Wishes to Have a Way with Words,

To WordPlay. WordPress

Style. Then

and so.


Words and Tech. must… Play Together.

Frick and Ugh say i, Shiro. To That.

Refer the First Statement Set. For Whys. There. Then,


As an aging Martial Artist who also enjoys Writing.

This presents a Dichotomy… an Issue per se. Therein

and Therefore.

For Results are of that Second Set. Aboves. Herein.



Like in Our World. Legends of and from The Elvis Presley.

Emptying a Gun of Bullets into His TV…

that dared to show a Show… He did not Like. At Alls.


This, thus and so, i, Shiro and Tech.

‘Cept i have no Gun… and throwing Bullets

like Shuriken… seems pointless… ‘cos They are.



Bullets that is.

Also the Replacements Costs of the Laptop…

to be factored in that and those Shots.


An innate Gift it seems. The Mystery of Tech. I

refuse to relinquish. At Any… Alls costs. So

i, Shiro try. Onwards.


Try to Understand. Tech.

To Know. To Believe. To Use, See, Feel

the Sciences, the Powers. The Capabilities.

‘Tis not so… i do not Understand or Overstand. That

At Alls. Tech.


Just Whens i think i got it sorted and figured. Tech.

Does Otherswise in deed.



Bewilderments, Wonderments ensue.

Ups and Downs. In’Tweens as well. Well as

The Online World… collapses… Agains.


No matters My fingers nimble.

In My Hands, Sword and Pen do Flows.

Yet, still and so. So Tech. does Otherswise. Than That.

To Me. Herein. Does Show.


Though thus and so.

In My Hands, Pen and Sword do Flow.

Online Mastery… still a Mystery. To i, Shiro.


Alls. In Deed.



The Doom, Gloom themed aboves is of necessity

Satirical. Of Self. Mine. At Times and Places. Of

Tech. too. To herein, yet and so, i Write. Still.


With lil’ to enlighten experience of such as Social

Media. WebSite Ways, Protocols and Mores. Less

still. I know, yet and so, i Write. Still.


Understanding not. Likes, Follows, Subscribes,

Links and Feeds. Life Online Unknown, yet and so

i Write. Still


In Our World. Legends pose

Thus and so… Why.?. Must i.?.

So Writ.



Why.?. Forsooth… i …must. Do so.

Words so Writ. Must

Be Seen and so.


In My Minds Pen and Sword Do Flow.

In My Hands Sword and Pen Do Flow.



For, yet and so, i,..


Have A Dream.



(Music Link)



Live Yours.

Feel Free and Mores. To Write. Herein.

Why,.. You Write Here.

Or Elsewheres too… So Writ.

That You Do.


Why Write The What,

You So Do.?.


Take Care.

Be Well.

Our World Legends. Be One. Also


Enjoy The HolyDays.

Live Your Dreams. In Our World.



Be One. In Deed.



Next… A HolyDay Themed #Short Story in

Our World. Legends, Eternal Themes included;..

BYO “…Toast…”

Simply Enjoy.

It’s Time.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…



Wise Up. Ways of The 3 Magi. Men Frank, Golden Mirth.

In Our World. Legends with Words… are many. Ways more than 3. Many Gifts We oft give. Some… We get. What would You gift a King.?. The Magi Three of Wise, Olden Persia have made their choices. Choice. But… Why.?. Seek and search  Legends of Worth, Beauty and Health. Gifts that keep on. The Top-Shelf. Herein. A lil’ more ol’ MAGIc.


Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. A Gifts Trio of Treats bestowed on

a nominal King. King of the Biblical remnants of the

Israelites and Jews who was later

HimSelf, turned into a part of a trinitarian Trio. Also. Is


and do Gifts

contain oft more than their separate value, worth.?. Worthy

of closer examination too. A Trio tested. Belows. Herein.


Is the Questions… 1,2,3. As Belows: As well,


1. Whosoever are these Men of Magi.?.

2. Whysoever those greatly Gifted Choices.?.

3. Whatsoever are Their Names nomened only

extra-Biblically.?. Also. Also


the Magi. Portrayed as Olden Persian Wise Men. Which

says it All. Tells You… No Thing. ‘Cept they are

Smart. Persian. Old Men.


In Our World. Legends

as well. Well as



’twas; Magi Melchior, the Gold Giver; Frankincense

furnished by

Magi Caspar, and mere

Magi Balthasar following up with Myrrh. Mirth

on no account. Accounts

of Their Names. Only in The Traditional Ways. Not


even the Baby’s. Whose nomen at this stage. Is

apparently unimportant. Ços


at those Stages of the twisting Tale. Told it’s All

about following those Stars

in their Eyes, Heavens too. To and searching for

this King of that Kingdom. They

do so Seek. Back Then. Now…


we know… Bethlehem or thereabouts… we

think. ‘Twas.

Hand on the Cradle. Mary’s, perhaps

Joseph as well. Also, as



so some Legends vary a lil’. Names, Looks, Photos

too. To and Yet, so mainly.


Names oft just so slightly locally rearranged.

Within. Thems. At Times, Places too. To


now then,

Wise Up. Ways

of The 3 Magi. Men


Golden Mirth

is and so, irrespective of which and what are the Names.

This and their Deeds

was done indeed. In deed of.


All. In the name of Good Health. In deed indeed. Therein.

Fit and To, For a King. As well. Well as





Frank Mirth…

Their Worth.?.


China, Australia and Russia.

The Top 3. Gold Diggers.

Gold Miners and The Companies thereof;

though THEY… not necessarily OF China, Australia, Russia…)


(Anyways… app. 400, 300, 275… respectively Tonnes p.a.) Mined.


3 Countries/Continents 1,000 + Tonnes per years.


Globally in Our World… 3,000 Tonnes Gold Mined…approx.

…$120 BILLION… worth…

approx. p.a. Years after Years… going…



Gold like Silver can be in a Colloidal Form. A Form

which can be used to facilitate specific Medical Tests as


well. Also


More Trio’s… More Crosses. To Bare.


These and those  Books known as The Bible. Are heavily Edited

with (BIG) bits missing.

For example; The Christed One had 12 Main Members in His Crew.


Disciples. Apostles.


Like a… Zodiac or Calendar… Carton of Eggs also. Also



Yet and so… ONLY 4 COULD WRITE.???. Apparently.


MARK, MATTHEW, LUKE and One of the JOHN(s) also. Also

and even these 4/12 agree to disagree. Lots.

(… Only this and that Matthew Tells of the Wise 3 Btw…)





2/3 ain’t bad. So Singeth MEATLOAF whilst JIM STEINMAN so Writ.

As Belows.


1/3 didn’t rate a Mention. Therein. Thereof



(Music Link)



From Whence…

They Come.

Persia. Of Yore where the Magi so be. From. Probably.


Ancient Persia was a very large Empire of Regions and Areas which extended

at Times and Places to encompass much more than it’s Center of Origin.

Various Kings, Rulers and so forth. Sallied forth to over and takes neighbouring

Lands. The Conquests though essentially Military to obtain Control adapted


to the Local Conditions and Cultures. Assimilation, Reconciliation, Forbearance,

Tolerance of many aspects. Cultural, Religious, Political, Local. Cooperation

with Local Leaders and Authorities continued to keep interference to a



The Carrot… after the Stick per se.


Trade, Coinage, Law… and Taxes.

Interesting to note… NO PERSONAL TAXES.


Work, Business, Trade, Agriculture, Manufacturing only.

Including the Churches.


Ancient Persia Empire.


Such Regulations and Laws… applied mostly, evenly.

Areas turned into Province type with each, a Local Governor.

Land, Equip supplied where needed.

A Courier System, Main Roadway, Lodgings along route.


A growing and adaptable Defensive System developed too. To

so end up with a Persia. Being slowly expansive,

a Model for the upkeep of a growing Civilisation. Empiric. That is.


That is updating whilst Tradition respected. For the most parts.

Over Times and Places in Our World. Legends of Our Words and Origins

indicate several here still. Still here in deed. Indeed such as:


Asparagus, Bazaar, Lemon, Melon, Orange, Peach, Sash, Shawl,

Spinach, Tiara, Turquoise and so forth. Do so sally forth from

Persia. Of Yore. Still.


The Ancient Persian or Old Persian Language was kept aside too. To

only be used for Official, Royal and Special Occasions. From thence. On. On



The Chariots…

of the Magi.

Camels were and was most Personal Traveling. Done.

A Camels Hump… or Two contains actually lil’ Water.

Mostly Fats… soaked in Water.


Oval Shaped Cells enable the Camels Legendary quenched Thirst.

Whilst Kidneys + co… only release those little flows. Very little. Not

oft. At All.

Though also prodigious Drinkers the Water is quickly assimilated into the Bloodstream

vis their unusually shaped Cells. Cells which expand easier… hold more.


Fats so stored can suffice for up to 3 Weeks with the Hump

slowly being eaten up, alas and ends up drooping. Therein. Alack of

fatty support. Support


Searchers… Starry Eyed… Giving…


Crew in Our World. Legends do so and say the so and called

Wise Men 3. Were.


Support,.. Supply as well. Well as

Star and Sky Lore Followers it seems in deed. Indeed

even those Biblical Epics so heavily Edited do so and say. That. That

Wise Men follow Stars. That is. Is that


and will that… then leads to… Was This Star of East Far… moving.?.

as well. Well as

it seems stopping only… where needed in deed. Stars in the Skies…

Stars in Their Eyes also. As well


The Magi were so steeped in Ancient Traditions and Ways. Enigmatic,

well studied Men and Women. Well versed in Ancient Astrology + Astronomy.


(… Btw’s…Wary of the intentions of Herod… When They returned ” Home “…

They took an alternate Route to avoid His influence etc… Refer: Matt 2:12-)


The Magi in Our World Legends too,

are those we now derive that spectacle of Awe…


That ol’




from. Magi were Healers, Researchers, Priests, proto-Scientists, Scribes and mores.

Advisors to Leaders, Royalty, Community.


Multi-Cultured, High-Cultured and appreciative thereof and therein as well. Well as

being well-travelled as a Class, One of the most Educated also. Also distinguished

Foreigners per se in the Lands so travelled, described oft as such.


Very Early Versions of this Tale gave the Total Number of the Entourage

that visited YEHOSHUA bar Joseph… as 12.!.?.


The Term most referred to when discussing their Beliefs is that of a

“…Wise God…”


The Zoroastrian Priest-hood.

Sacred Class of the Medes.

High-Priest… The Chief Magus;


RAB-MAG so nomened therein. Within


Star Searchers… Seeking…


The Elixirs For Life…

the Annals of Science, Medicines and Health Studies. Frankincense

besides it’s invigorating and heady Aromas, is great for the Skin. Skin


so forth. Forth


rightly too Our World Legends do say that OMAN the Oldest

Known Source thereof. Frankincense has been cultivated, harvested

for many many Centuries. Mainly off the Two Type BOSWELLIA

Trees (…carteri, sacra…) A White Milky Sap extracted, hardened


and scraped. Generally, Oil is usually Yellowy-Green in Color with a

Woody, Earthy Spice Aroma. Several Colored Varieties known


Frankincense… Nuggets thereof.


as well. Well as a Clear/Transparent Type usually reserved

for the Royal Household. Households in Egypt. Of Yore

also powdered F. as an Eye-Liner Additive for the Womenfolk.

Anti-infectant, -septic qualities.


Easily adapted for adding to OILS, PERFUMES, SOAPS and so on. On


Internal and external uses.


Beneficial for several DIS EASE Conditions of the Kidneys, Skeletal Structure,

Immune, Digestive Urinary Systems and the COLD/FLU type Issues. Issues


Elixir Creation…


surrounding the Ancient Ceremonies invoke too, a lot of Myrrh. Myrrh

is that Science so nomened; Commiphora myrrha.


Far-East, Mid-East, Ayurvedic, Chinese, Berbers, India, Europe, Africa

and more. Regions and Cultural uses and usages abound arounds.


Wound Healing, Digestion, Female Issues, Immune Enhancer/Supporter,

anti-bacterial,-viral, -septic, -inflammatory and mores. More oft now in


Mod Mouth-Washes, Toothpaste and so forth. Forth


Myrrh… the merrier… Nuggety chunks thereof.


Crowning Celebrations…

So summing Ups the Magic of these Magi Trio.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.


Maternal Healers, Mid-Wife Mentors, Bill Payers. Extra

ordinaire. In deed indeed.


A Triple Treat. Natural Hits.

Were so brought.


Alongs and around. In deed.


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Indeed, feel more than free to expose. Herein.

How You Treat YOUR Ways

of those Holy Days Holidays.


How… You Treat… Your Self. What Ways.?.

In these and On those. So crowned and


Special Days.

Treat thyself in deed.


Do Share. Herein. Your Ways.



Our World Legends.

Be One.


Stay Golden, Frank and with Mirth…

Triple Treat Yourself. Others… well as.


Live Your Dreams. Then.

Now. Also.



Next… Our World Legends jumps on and into The

Stillness. I See.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…



Musashi gets a Lesson. Woodenly.
In Our World. Legends of Miyamoto Musashi The Master Swordsman who woodenly Learnt… the Lessons Of Wood. Wood Over Steel. His.