The Land
Many have tried to describe the essence of Tar Shakan. One of the best was offered by His Majesty, King St. Magnus5 Baghataur the Braut.
He said, " As you may have heard, the Hidden, Secret, Shoac Realm of Tar Shakan has emerged. It erupted as a newborn magma baby of fire, steam and smoke, flowing down the slope of the Universe, burning and scorching all who stand in the way of this miraculous birth. It is the birth of the not unseen, the dispelled shadow realm a vague memory, as the first public steps of this great Realm have begun. Much like the faltering steps of a newly foaled horse, or like the halting progress made by the earthworm, whose legs will never form, Tar Shakan will lurch uncontrolled, unguided, and mostly unaware into an unsuspecting Universe. Who can say what this portends? Who can say what will happen? Who can say, “She sits in her slip and sips Schlitz.”, very fast?
And if you haven’t heard, then consider this constructive notice. No longer can you pretend that you don’t know of Tar Shakan. No longer can you pretend that you don’t remember. No longer can you stand, unknowing of the great cosmic forces that have been released. Now perhaps you can understand the subtle etheric currents that have flowed around you. Now perhaps you can explain why certain things have happened. And especially why they have happened to you. They happened and they happened for a reason. Now you have Tar Shakan to kick around and blame, if you must. That’s right, it’s our fault. Go ahead, we can take it."
At this juncture, many of you will be shocked, your confusion evident as you begin thinking or mouthing silently, so that the merest squeek of sound will not escalate uncontrollably towards hysteria, heavy panting and other, shall I say, stuff?
HUH?
Tar Shakan is..."....a real physical place with a history that stretches back years and years. It is also a secret place, hidden from the eyes of our enemies and yea, verily from the eyes of our friends. Much of what we know of Our past is lost, waiting for re-discovery by those intrepid few who have nothing better to do.
It is also a spiritual place, wrapped in the Asohc arms of Her, whose name can evoke Terrible Awe or even Indifference. The Hodge and the Podge of Life Everlasting, I speak of Her. And you know who I’m talking about.
As far as I know, we are the first? Only? Nation to proudly proclaim Our Faith in Her. Or you could alternately say that we are foolishly rushing in without a spitting clue of what we are doing. But Be that as it may, and it may, rest assured, it is time to boldly move our proud nation forward to join the ranks of its peers.
But we must be safe, utilizing all manners of subterfuge, misdirection, aliases, concealment, evasiveness, AKA Nomenclatures, Multiple Identity Survival Matrixes, truth and deception and a healthy dollup of Wasp Poop. To protect us from those who mean us harm, naturally.
We have been secret for so long that for many of us, the memories will be buried deep, so deep that many will not remember anything. Some will sit up in bed, screaming, as the elusive memory burns holes in their jammies. Some will remember a whole bunch of stuff but will lack that final connection to place – Our Place, Tar Shakan."
Library --------------- The Dirt
He said, " As you may have heard, the Hidden, Secret, Shoac Realm of Tar Shakan has emerged. It erupted as a newborn magma baby of fire, steam and smoke, flowing down the slope of the Universe, burning and scorching all who stand in the way of this miraculous birth. It is the birth of the not unseen, the dispelled shadow realm a vague memory, as the first public steps of this great Realm have begun. Much like the faltering steps of a newly foaled horse, or like the halting progress made by the earthworm, whose legs will never form, Tar Shakan will lurch uncontrolled, unguided, and mostly unaware into an unsuspecting Universe. Who can say what this portends? Who can say what will happen? Who can say, “She sits in her slip and sips Schlitz.”, very fast?
And if you haven’t heard, then consider this constructive notice. No longer can you pretend that you don’t know of Tar Shakan. No longer can you pretend that you don’t remember. No longer can you stand, unknowing of the great cosmic forces that have been released. Now perhaps you can understand the subtle etheric currents that have flowed around you. Now perhaps you can explain why certain things have happened. And especially why they have happened to you. They happened and they happened for a reason. Now you have Tar Shakan to kick around and blame, if you must. That’s right, it’s our fault. Go ahead, we can take it."
At this juncture, many of you will be shocked, your confusion evident as you begin thinking or mouthing silently, so that the merest squeek of sound will not escalate uncontrollably towards hysteria, heavy panting and other, shall I say, stuff?
HUH?
Tar Shakan is..."....a real physical place with a history that stretches back years and years. It is also a secret place, hidden from the eyes of our enemies and yea, verily from the eyes of our friends. Much of what we know of Our past is lost, waiting for re-discovery by those intrepid few who have nothing better to do.
It is also a spiritual place, wrapped in the Asohc arms of Her, whose name can evoke Terrible Awe or even Indifference. The Hodge and the Podge of Life Everlasting, I speak of Her. And you know who I’m talking about.
As far as I know, we are the first? Only? Nation to proudly proclaim Our Faith in Her. Or you could alternately say that we are foolishly rushing in without a spitting clue of what we are doing. But Be that as it may, and it may, rest assured, it is time to boldly move our proud nation forward to join the ranks of its peers.
But we must be safe, utilizing all manners of subterfuge, misdirection, aliases, concealment, evasiveness, AKA Nomenclatures, Multiple Identity Survival Matrixes, truth and deception and a healthy dollup of Wasp Poop. To protect us from those who mean us harm, naturally.
We have been secret for so long that for many of us, the memories will be buried deep, so deep that many will not remember anything. Some will sit up in bed, screaming, as the elusive memory burns holes in their jammies. Some will remember a whole bunch of stuff but will lack that final connection to place – Our Place, Tar Shakan."
Library --------------- The Dirt
Stamped by Glarkness
The Kingdom of Tar Shakan will forever be stamped by Glarkness. Check the Chronology under alert for more information.