Tag: Legends

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…



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.


The Kangaroo. Storm-Chaser. Symbol of the Unknown.

The Kangaroo in Our World. Legends surround this Ancient Creature on an Olden Continent. Australia. That is. Is that Land Down Under with the many Wonders. So and so forth. Sally forth with i, Shiro as He jumps from Times and Places back to that First. First Times the Kanga did so Land. Here. Back then… In THAT Stormy Weather…


The Kangaroo is both Symbol and Emblem in Our World. Legends

of an Australian Icon, on Our Coat of Arms. Of Australia. That is. Is that

Place, so of the Birth Place of i, Shiro. As well. Well as being

a Mammal, the Female Kangaroo comes equipped with an in-built

Infant Carry-Bag. The Pouch. For Joey…

All and Sexed Young, both named same. Those

lil’ Ones, so called that is. The Joey’s.


Which Btw’s… Joey’s Mum can so tweak Her Carry-Bag.

Therein. A lil’.

To suit. Her. Needs, Moods, Prevailing Environ Conditions.


The Big Red.

Oft called.

The Largest Marsupial known hereof. Our World.

Legends attribute such too. To

The Red Kangaroo Btw’s… which, Sciences has so nomened:


MACROPUS RUFUS… of The Macropodidae Family.

Image. As Belows.



Has alongs with Other similar Types,

long stormed and spread itself arounds the Aussie Continent, far

and wide. That it is.


At speed, an Adult can vault some 9-10 mtrs lengthwise each

bound. Step. Hop etc…


Also some 3 mtrs High. As well. Well as such incredible



(Music Link)


Far and Wides feats they Hop, Jumps and so on, sally forth

with their large Feets. Forthrightly really and well. Thus and so.


The Rear Feet are powerful in deed, with the Kangaroo able

to fight, kick and even disembowel.


Living in, inhabiting a Large Place and Landscape with many facets of

Nature. A Nature that

oft Show cases, epitomises the Seasons. Extremes.


A Continent, a Country…

…Of approx. the same Large-ness as…


Size of Continental (Nth) America.

As Belows. Imaged. Herein.




Australia… Sized Ups…



A Creature synonymous with Our Land Down Under.



Yet and still

The Kangaroo.


Symbol of the Unknown…

is what Our World Legends do so and say. As Belows. Herein.


The meaning of the Aboriginal Term… KANGAROO… is…

I don’t Know… Literally. Unknown… is this Creatures Name.

The Main Issue is that THERE ARE also literally several

Hundreds of Aboriginal

Type Languages and Dialects. Never and




as many who so Politicise, Monetise and Massage the Subject try to

pretend. Others-wise.


Saying… Kangaroo… simply means… i, Shiro have no idea. About that.

Name. Which means… this and thus, the same. Don’t Know. That.



Somewhere and somewhen. It seems.


Various Aboriginal Tribes developed a Range of Weaponry to suit

their Olden Hunting Style. Including this valuable Food Source. Tracking

spoor/prints and at Waterholes, the Hunting Techniques refined to suit.

Cooked over a Fire, supplying Survival/Nutrients.


Main Weaponry: Spear, Woomera, Club.


There are 4 Types/Species:

Red, Eastern Grey, Western Grey and Antilopine.

A Community Creature, living in Groups.


An Island off the Coast of South Australia…

where i, Shiro does so live. Now.

Has been named in dedication.

Kangaroo Island.


This via British Explorer Matthew Flinders on His Ship

The Investigator on account of the large numbers

of Western Grays on the Island. The French Explorer

Nicholas Baudin

soon thereafter mapped much of the Island.


For those with an interest;

The Aboriginal Tribes associated referred to this place

as the Island of the Dead. Karta so nomened.



The most likely Modern meaning/usage appears… GANGURRU

derived vis The Botanist, Sir Joseph Banks scribings of the

GUUGU YIMIDHIRR Tribal Language who used this Word/Term

when referring

to the Grey Kangaroo circa 1770 ish.


The Female Red has some unique Inner Buttons. Feminine wiles

and Ways. That can be so pressed. Pressing

needs for Water, Survival at-large Conditions in- and un-favourable.

Pressed Off. The Reproductive Cycle.


Has a Double Egg Type Capacity also. Also Inner Conditions

prevail so that

One can Grow, Mature.


Whilst The Other pressed Off, put on Hold. Embryo-ed, on ice,

per se. For a while. Till

the Other Elder One grows Ups. Mores. To

and on, then

follow Ups with…

A Pouch… of Goodness…

Tea for Two…too.

That is. Then Pressed On again. When That One. All

Done as well. Well as



ensuring Species Continuation by allowing Birth every Month or so

for those so

favoured Seasons. Seasons progressions means TWO too. Two


Joey’s… at differing Development Stages can still and so feed. Off

the One and same, Mum. Mum, in cases of this and that

Siblings only lil’ aparts… can change Her Feeding Recipes. To

suit TWO too. As required, needed. Pressed.


One Teat supplies heavy, rich, nutrient dense for the Elder…

Other adjacent will supply the Basic Baby Formula.

Teats… of a different Kind. Two.


Teats and Treats. For two. Joey’s. At Once. From One.


Joey’s do and so Feed off Mum for quite some

Times and Places, oft outgrowing the

Pouch First. One



of Our World Legends. An Early One from an Ancient Peoples,

tells Tales of long ago Ages, of a World recovering from those


epoch making Times and Events. Of Yore that is. Is that

What Was…


Storming In… along with that.?. So


Stormy Weathery Winds.?. Here goes…




Ancient Aboriginal Legends from the Dreamtimes and Places

retell Tales of this bounding Beast. The First. As Belows and

Herein. The Ode of, on and in Australia:


 The Arrival. The First Kangaroo.


At a Time Long Ago.

When an Age Was Done.

Times and Places. Of Yore.

A Dream-Time Was Run.


As The World Turned. Anew.


Even More.

Our World. Our New Sun.


When Lands Did So Break,

Reform. So Grow.

A New Creature, Did Man,

So Begins To Know.


When Mother Earth. Her Natures

Did So Then Cry.

Winds, Storms, Earthquake.

Mountains, Thrust High.


A Hunting Party, Seeking Refuge.

In a Sheltering Cave.

Watching On By, This Spectacle.

Mother Earth, So Gave.


Watching On By,

As The Wind Uproots Trees.

Blasts From The Wind.

Bringing In Such a Breeze.


As If On Wings,

These New and Hopping Creatures, So Flew.

The First. Hopping Creature, Small Head,

Large Tailed,.. The Kangaroo.


On Lands, Waters,

Long Far and Wide.

Mother Nature, Mother Earth.

All Creatures to Thrive.


The Kangaroo. The First.

Has… Arrived.



(…Above… The Arrival. The First Kangaroo.

Adapted by i, Shiro + co. from that collected/compiled by

Ainslie Roberts/Charles P. Mountford

in their Book… ” The Dreamtime…” Pgs18/19…

and Tales Told over a Camp-Fire.)


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Plate Hopping…


Putting aside National Symbolism, Identity, Veganism…

Kangaroo Meat is top quality with many Nutrients therein.


Nutrient dense, lightly fatted, rich, slightly dark Meat.

Salami a favored mix and combines well with such Herbs, Spices.

Cooks well, easy.


Over use not recommended,

a Balanced Diet. Best Approach.


Ship Wrecking…


The aforementioned Kangaroo Island in Our World.


Legends of Maritime Exploration and Disasters too.

Numerous Ships have been wrecked in their approaches

to this Place. Modern Records do so… record. Such as:


Apr 1899;.. The Loch Sloy off Maupertuis Bay.

Sept 1905;.. The Loch Vennachar off West Bay.

Mar 1935;.. The Portland Maru off Cape Torrens.



The First Lighthouse of South Australia was on

Kangaroo Islands Cape Willoughby in 1852.

A Population of some 4-5,000 still reside. There.


A mainly Agricultural Economy though both Sheep and Cattle

also roam. Tourism, Fishing, a Distillery for the

renowned Eucalyptus Oil, Wines and Honey

the main forms. Thereon.


Several Wilderness, Conservation Park Areas, Walking Trails,

Caves, Hills, all with associated scenery

and Wild-life. A balance of wild beauty.

Land and Seas.


Including Sea-Lions, Penguins, Aquatic and Bird-Life,

Bats, Frogs, Wallabies, Possums, Platypus,

Koalas, Reptiles and


The Kangaroos.



Feel more than free to freely balance those Tales. Tall and True.

When and Wheres You so crossed Paths with Nature’s.?.

or Natures… got cross with Your uppity Waysward Path.?.

Wheres and by;..


…Creatures so Wild, Hoppy. Happy were You to be.?.

Or not… as that case so states.?.


Please so do and Share. Those Tales. Herein. Of Tails and Toil.

Of those Wild and Free. Beasties. That spoil.?.

Your Call.?.


Your Ways, Your Days,

in deed. Herein.




Our World Legends.

Be One.


Hop to it.

Well and Done.



Next… Time For;.. A

HolyDay Themed:

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



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…