Blue Blood Chronicles A Legendary Fall

By Society Penn El

Blue Blood Chronicles A Legendary Fall, follows the capitulation of Moorish Royals living in the territory now know as America and it's surrounding vast estates from Canada to the tip of South America encompassing the Central American Islands. As they struggle with betrayals, ruthless business ventures, they are wrestling with brutal infightin

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pendulum 7 Publishing
• Release date: Feb 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781087925776

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Special Thanks to: Prophet Noble Drew Alli

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Dedicated to

Arista, Ife, Harlia, Carlee

The Indigenous of the land, My Family, My assistant Editor Len Corbin Bey, Moorish Sisters and Brothers, the Moorish Science Temple of America, Moorish Holy Temple of Science, The Talismanic Kingdom of Atmaurium, The Moorish Circle of Mothers and Sons, The Great Seal Moors and The Moorish American Society, Council of Moorish Affairs, Elders, Sages within our Moorish Community and Ancient Ancestors who may have made it possible for me to pick up the visual impulses and render this hidden chronicle into a romantic script.

Forward

Blue Blood Chronicles is based on the reign and capitulation of a powerful people, who were said to be the remnants of those who once ruled the seven seas. The people; dark skinned, kinky hair, big noses and thick lips, spoke many dialects. Also included in there were ancient languages such as Hebrew, Sanskrit and Cuneiform the tone of the Angels. Latin along with their native tone was the main usages of our characters of this story. Using an approach of Shakespearian drawl, with a hint of today’s slang, was to help convey the rhythm of style they would have if they had spoken in English. Before I address the vision that inspired penning these chronicles, I’d like to say that the titles, terms and certain symbols may seem contrary to an Islamic society, ie... king, queen, blacksmith. For the sake of telling this story, what is used, will suffice and/or be considered the root of where most of the sayings of the time got life.

Although the overall society was Islamic, the spiritual community of Scientists was noticing that, the beliefs of other nationals were slowly infiltrating their culture. For instance, the use of the words 'purgatory' or ‘hell’ a Christian belief system, such an existence was not fully accepted. Thusly, it is used in these chronicles as a figure of speech. The era of time is the 1700’s to some following the tampered Gregorian calendar, or 1400’s using a more accurate Mayan/Moorish Islamic calendar. The reported events take place in West Amexem, what is now known as North, South and Central America. To maintain continuity, a map of location and family Kingdoms is provided as reference, to assist with following the story line.

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Here’s how the Chronicles were born of me, inspired from a vision I received while under Elder Sage, Brother Hommett. Anderson El’s tutelage of the Moorish Holy Temple of Science.

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I’ll start by saying that the inspiration to pen Blue Blood came in the form of a vision I received in January 1990, during my purest state. However, it was completed during my foulest state of mind, as the full manuscript was completed in 1992 during some trying times for me. This also included a terrific writer’s block that occurred from me tampering with what I saw, by trying to change the events and what not. This is why, even in my editing I elected not to tone down its abrasive expression, allowing it to unfold as raw as it willed. It all began with a question posed to an Instructor in one of our advanced classes within the Moorish Holy Temple of Science. He was asked, if there was a god, how he/she or it could tolerate things like child abuse.

The Instructor said, You never know what a soul did when it was here before. All beings are responsible for what the soul commits under the guidance of will. Therefore, it must pay for what it did when it was alive the last time, thinking that with their death they had escaped the actions of their life. As we are taught that there is life after death, it would mean reincarnation is a fact for every soul. So, what you fail to clean off your karma in one life, you’ll have to return to continue the cleansing.

Of course, for the class this was intriguing. Everyone wanted to know what it was he or she had done to bring him or her to the place they were at in their lives. He said, Any of you can know what it was you’ve done in past lives, to answer questions outstanding in your present living conditions.

I asked how do you do that and he said what Prophet, Nobel Drew Ali once said, Master minds can trace themselves back through the ages, and thus he knows. For man to know he must be what he knows.

It was obvious by the expressions on everyone’s faces that they didn’t have the vaguest idea how to go about doing that; which meant I wasn’t alone. A few of us went to the head teacher, Bro. Elder H. A. El who seemed pleased we came to him with the dilemma of how to access the memory banks of past existences. I guess because so few of us came to him, may be the reason he worked exclusively with the few of us who had. One of the many things we were told to initiate this, was that we had to be able to master the things around us in order to begin mastering self.

The climb to become a mastermind included a detox cleansing of the inner body, mind, blood and organs along with intense research/studying. Our subject of choice consisted of things like higher and lower self, our Moorish history and various relative sciences along with the Prophet’s collection of information. Plus, we had to control our surroundings, from people popping up unannounced to visit, to changing our TV viewing and radio listening habits. The group I was in, turned it all off and my singing group placed our performances on hold to do this. It was extremely important for me, because I needed answers.

The need to know why life had been so unbearable to endure since I was a child was strong. For some reason I just had to know what it was I did in another life that would cause me so much despair in this one. I suppose I was half expecting to find that I had been an adult child molester or something to that effect. Plus, I thought as I was taught that it would allow me to turn my life around and set it up for a powerful exit or re-entry to the life after death situation.

Well, as it were, we’d been doing this regiment we’d started calling Consistency Weeks, which entailed meditating at 4:30am, then again at 7:30pm. Here is where our diet had to change to accommodate the mission, meaning we had to eliminate animals and all manner of flesh from our diet. After evening meditation I’d study until 9:30, at which time the others and I would call it a day and retire.

This went on for nearly a year, and we almost forgot why we were even doing it. It seemed not to work, for what we felt we were pursuing and we just decided to continue on with it. It made us feel a sort of security or closeness with the spirit of creation. We were also going through other training that the meditation was helping. Eventually, we did start to notice our extra sensory was heightened from the Master Mind building process, such as speaking a thing then it would immediately manifest.

Many things of this nature continued occurring, that’s what kept us doing it for so long with such religious regularity and control. We weren’t missing any of what was going on around us or what we were once a part of in the world. In fact, once we did finally return to viewing TV and listening to Radio we were panicked that the world was coming to an end. So much had transpired since we’d disconnected from worldly events and other newsworthy goings on. Our teacher chastised, You knuckle heads! I didn’t tell you all not to do anything. Never disengage that way again. You could have endangered yourselves by not knowing what’s going on around you. I meant that you all should control what and how much you watch and listen to. Govern what you’re taking in to feed your minds. Next time at least read a newspaper, if you’re going to totally unplug.

During this time, I’d stopped smoking, even hemp, my favorite extra curriculum. We weren’t even drinking so much as beer as we were fasting so much. Some of our fasts were juice, water, fruit or just a dry fast. Before we returned to the world, I was in the middle of my consistency ritual when I experienced a world changing event, well, my world at least. While we were studying, this headache began creeping up on me.

Straining to complete my studies, I tried to ignore the pain since it was close to 9:30pm. At 9:20 the pain became blinding but I was determined to finish against the pleas of my associates who were present. They felt the pain was from the stress of constant studying the past year and that it was my body’s way of trying to shut down. Being hard headed I ignored them, declaring, I’ll stop when I finish this last paragraph.

Immediately following that statement, pain exploded in my head. It made me drop my pen and grab my head screaming. It was as if someone took a bat upside my head, saying, You’re going to stop right NOW! Those present tried to get me to call 911, yet; oddly I wouldn’t nor allow any of them to. Satisfied I’d at least lie down, everyone but my best friend and roommate, Dana, left to maintain our resting pattern. Not wanting to take a pill to kill the pain, it raged out of control. Dana spent a great amount of energy trying to get me to call 911. The idea of needing medical attention was alarming. Thoughts of it being a tumor or aneurysm froze me in terror.

Tears cascaded down my face as pain knotted me up into a fetal position. Exhausted with trying to get me to call, holding her toddler son Dana balled up on a sofa chair nearby. The pain turned vicious to the point of paralyzing, now that I wanted to call 911, I couldn’t speak for the excruciating pain to say so. Laying in agony I prayed she’d ask me once more or come close enough to get eye contact.

I wanted to let her know to call 91l. At that point she never moved much; just sat there in vigil with a worried watchful eye, yet, not asking any more if I would call 911. When she began attending to her son I lost all connection with her. The lights were on in my studio apartment. If she moved anywhere I could see her and vice-versa. Due to the pain, I faded in and out of consciousness.

Unlike falling asleep, it was more like fading in out of conscious thought, like when I was looking at the bookcase thinking I was dying. Speaking of the bookcase, I held a transfixed stare upon it during the whole episode. At one point during my staring, something flickered across my vision. Flashing continued until my eyes roved to D and the baby. Nothing was on or playing, neither TV nor radio just the sounds of mother and child.

My glance returned to the bookcase and the picture show. The more I entertained the picture show, the more the pain in my head faded to a dull thumping in the background. When I noticed that being still and allowing my mind to play out what it seemed to be trying to do brought immeasurable relief from the pain, I entertained it completely. I told myself, it was just my minds way of helping me digest all the information I’d been taking in all that year; I imagined.

Besides, the pictures popping in and out of my mental view were thoroughly inviting. Every now and again while I was allowing the vision to flow if I stopped to peep at Dana and the baby pain would return with an aching gnawing vengeance. Thus, I labored not to be distracted by D and the baby’s movements. The pictures of abundance flickered with rapid fluidity until they knocked the bookcase out of view all together.

Sensations of floating succumbed my total being until I was zooming over a landscape that was full of life, extra green and the sky extremely blue, fruits and vegetables were huge. There are sounds of Dana and the baby, yet, music is everywhere, just the nicest sound I’d ever heard. Dana asks’ if I was all right. To answer, I had to focus on her, I whispered yes, the pain floods back reminding me it was still there and would only subside to my undivided attention to the picture show.

When I resumed my gaze of the flashing images on the bookcase the whole wall it was up against faded away unveiling pictorial surroundings. Soaring like a bird around in the sky the sensations of flying float me over the tops of people’s heads, beautiful carriages and horses. The clothes and way of living was so captivating, I exclaimed "OOOH! WOW! EWWW! Though it was just whispers Dana heard and inquired.

Words completely escaped me but it was so incredible I tried to ignore the pain to explain. All that came out was, The pictures, the pictures.

Dana kept asking what pictures and I tried to give details but the pain was back, mean and unforgiving until all I could say was, I’ll tell you later. She continued to probe for answers and I tried to appease her by attempting to offer my speculation that the pain and vision were somehow associated. When she didn’t get it again I replied with I’ll tell you later. Undeterred Dana wants to know why she has to wait. I could only say, Talking painful. She got it, thank goodness as I wasn’t about to say anything more than, I’ll tell you later. Later, it turned out to be about 9 or 12 hours later.

Dana sat vigil nearly the whole time that I could tell I even knew when she put the baby to bed without turning from the vision. I knew when she turned out the light as the borders surrounding the visions went dark gray, even now I can recall blinking my eyes in the darkness then following Dana back to the sofa chair were she curled up asking if I was okay.

Assuring her that things were manageable, I focused intently on the visions which spilled out in to a full-length drama feature, extracting unbridled emotions from me every notch of the way. There were times when I could hear the conversations between the beings acting out their lives. One such time, one of the characters made a joke that caused me to laugh out loud.

It startled Dana and she asked if I was alright. I told her I was, adding, People are saying funny things…

Who? What is funny? Who are you talking about, what people?

The pain warned me to say, I’ll tell you later.

At one point near the end, things were taking place with these people that broke my heart. It made me cry so hard that I tried not to see it. Relentless pain in my skull pounced on me and forced me to watch every frame of assault against these people.

The vision had turned so horrid I couldn’t comprehend where it was coming from. Was this in my head or was I seeing something that really went down somewhere in time. As I pondered and watched, tears continued to stream down my face, Dana came close; probably to check my vitals.

Our eyes met and she lamented, Just checking to make sure you didn’t die on me over here.

Then she wanted to know if the pain had me crying again. I said no. Of course she wanted to know why I was crying but I replied, I’ll tell you later.

She could even tell when I was angered by what I was seeing, because one time Dana joked, Girl whatever you are seeing must be something else, because even in the dark you look mad as hell. Throughout the whole event, periodically she’d ask, Are you still seeing the pictures?

Occasionally, I’d say yes, as if I was trying to fake out the pain and have it think I wasn’t focused on anything else, nor had I answered Dana’s questions. For this the pain would pinch me deep and long so consequently most of Dana’s questions went unanswered or she got the perpetual, I’ll tell you later, until it became , Later, later.

By the end of this adventurous soul stirring journey Dana was back up and moving around and asking if I was alright. The pain was there but much more tamed like that of a bad toothache. Right at the close of the picture show, there came this blast of gunfire which flashed, then filled my vision up with blood. It was warm and felt as if it hit my eyes and was dripping all over me. I blinked my eyes to see more, but everything was deep dark red and fading as the last characters where riding off.

Rapidly things began fading until it was total blackness, then back to the bookcase. As the room got brighter and brighter I reasoned that the picture show must be over; the pain certainly was. Squeezing my eyes closed I tried to force more pictures to come, but the engrossing sensation simmered into a memory. The thumping pain between my ears was replaced by singing birds ushering in the sun light and the realization that it was morning, a bright one too.

The sun was way up as I lay in moisture from sweat and tears. Dana was wide awake staring at me she asks, Now will you tell me what you saw…

I guess I can now that the pain has gone.

After washing my face I filled her in and it was astounding how she laughed, cried and got angry in the same places I did. She made me promise that I would tell the world what I saw. It took at least 4or5 hours to bring her up to speed, with many details left out, causing Dana to press me to write it all down before I could forget.

One thing that really upset people about me was when I’d have a good idea or wild dream; they’d say Write it down that was deep. Of course I wouldn’t and then when it was needed I’d be unable to recall any of it. Knowing this, Dana wouldn’t allow me to do as I always had by saying I’d do it later.

She pleaded for me to write it at that moment because, There are way too many details to recall it all. Some important information could be lost. Still declining, I said I would later despite her demands that I do it right then and there.

Honestly, it seemed like what I had seen would be with me forever, it was so unforgettable; I believed I’d recall every detail weeks later. Dana wasn’t buying it. Adamant that it be recorded, she snapped, You make me sick! She went and got a pen and pad sat down and requested that I recite it all to her once again and she’d write it down.

After a while, I became jealous and didn’t want her to write my thoughts as it was my duty albeit a long, slow and tedious one. At times I didn’t feel it and wanted to give up on it. This is when Dana would make it fun for me by acting out the characters while reading back to me what I had wrote. Before I knew it I had finished penning the first rough draft outline of both the Reign and Fall of what was to be the Blue Blood Chronicles.

The penned version was mostly bare details with a little coloration to entertain us when reading it back. And it was just that, in pen or pencil until I got my hands on a typewriter. Bizarrely, I had to type the manuscript out with swiftness as the writings started fading off the pages done with pencil. Also, as I was typing it out, all manner of things started manifesting centered on the subject matter I was writing on at the time.

Mysteriously there seemed to be a flood of movies pouring out on the subject of royalty. Everywhere we turned there was a news report or movie about some royal figure, such as ‘Kathryn the Great’, ‘Favorite’, ‘King Arthur’, the comedy starring Mr. Candy, to name a few. Then there was ‘Coming to America’ in heavy rotation on Cable. Oh yeah, by now we had gone back to viewing TV with much discretion.

At this juncture, Princess Di was suddenly thrust into the news, as I typed out the pencil version of Blue Blood. Issues within the chapter I’d be working on, would manifest in royal figures lives all over the world. People who were within my inner circle, who were aware of the vision I was writing about, became increasingly intrigued by what seemed to be playing out before our very eyes! Finally, I have prepared an attempt to help you see this profound vision which truly escaped my ability to express any other way………………

Dear Humanity,

Enjoy the ride; be it a fantasy or reality!

Contents

Dedicated to3

Forward5

Introducing the Kingdoms and characters 18

Recap25

Recap of the Reign28

BB.F.C1

Morning Glory32

BB.F.C2

Dawn of Sunset53

BB.F.C3

Surrendering To Fate68

BB.F.C4

Seeds of Deception82

BB.F.C5

Willful Transformations100

BB.F.C6

New Circles Old Hunts117

BB.FC7

Sacred Counseling131

BB.F.C7pt.ll

Truth at Last150

BB.F.C8

Or Not163

BB.F.C9

So Be It176

BB.F.C10

Loss of Atonement195

BB.F.C11

Final Hurrah!208

BB.F.C12

Is, Was, Evermore to Be220

BB.F.C13

Power’s full Circle237

BB.F.C14

And So It Is257

BB.F.C15

Candles in the Wind280

BB.F.C16

Rolling Thunder301

BB.F.C17

Major Setbacks320

BB.F.C18

Flight of Imanuel339

BB.R.C19

Long Farewell362

BB.F.C20

Exhale of Power377

BB.F.C21

Life’s Inhale391

Aftermath

Romantic Chronicles of a legendary fall410

Introducing the Kingdoms and characters

of Blue Blood Chronicles A Legendary Fall

IN THE NEIGHBORHOODS Of BeyEl and her sister tribes of Nieljah

BeyEl

North West Amexem

MOORIO

Kingdom of the West of BeyEl

This is where BeyEl’s Emperor the Supreme Grand Sheik Elihu Bey dwells in the last remaining Matriarchal ran kingdom with his 7 daughters born to him and his Queen Masjida El who passed giving birth to the last child Khalifa. All their girls still live except for Imperial Princess Mooria who passed when she was 12yrs. Old. This leaves behind:

Queen Khalifa the youngest is married to the King of Moorio who is named Salome. Grand Imperial Princess Adohna is behind Khali and is engaged to King Balial of Northeast Canaanite, following Adohna are the Princesses twins Samona and Imona next is Tea then the eldest girl Debora,

The Emperor’s closest companion is his mentor and the Imperial nation’s spiritual guide

Superior Sheik Daud

Moorio is also home to the Sheminite tribe and their Rebels like Rashaad and Mustafa.

The Estates are Elihu’s Castle Rolling Springs in the South of Moorio, Salome and Khalifa’s estates are El Mor Arms in the North of Moorio

Royal Eden University is here as well as Zelda Coves main path and seven hot springs including the hidden caves of Gold

The Royal Ports are Los Merida southwest and El Angelus northwest IMANUEL

Kingdom of the South of BeyEl

Here dwells King Cumi who is an orphaned royal of parents King Elijah Bey and Sentinelite Queen Rashel El. His best friends are Kings Salome and Balial. Though Cumi is engaged to marry Grand Royal Princess Asheba he is deeply in love with Balial’s sister Queen Niamoni

It is also home to the Sentinelites, Celestinelites and other divine beings along with the location of Mount Cypress which houses their Sacred Oracle

The Estate is Phoenix Mound Groves

The Royal Ports are Eagles Tides and the Gulf of Imanuel North

CANAANITE

Kingdoms of the East of BeyEl

The split Kingdom is the strongest supporters of and ran as a Patriarchal system delegated by siblings of Royalty their parents are Sultana Ruth El and deceased King Omar Bey

King Balial reigns over Northeast Canaanite while his sister Queen Niamoni sits in Southeast, her best friend is Khali. Nia is madly in love with the King of Ethio Boaz. Nia and Balial’s youngest sister Grand Imperial Princess Fatima is engaged to General ‘Duke’, Prince Earel Dey who once served their family as an Imperial Guard

This location is also where Durel El and his 14 children live in one of the hugest provinces of Southeast Canaanite

Land of the Brotherhood Riff and the community of Adora Circle and Bankshore district it also has the heaviest ports of trade

The Estates are Canaan Bay northeast and Sentry Forest southeast

The Royal Ports are O’ Ruth and Newark Heights

ETHIO

Kingdom of the North of BeyEl

Here is where King Boaz rules with his European mother Royal Lady Robecca Dan, his nine wives and three children. His Father King Malikia passed when Boaz was just 10 years old. While the Queen of Canaanite loves him, his family across the gulf is his main Asiatic bond to his paternal Aunt Haga who is the Empress of the isles and South Amexem her children are his cousins Kings Adam, Moses, Imperial Princess Zora and prince Abdul but his best pals are Adam and the King of Pina Potopel

Count Michael Dan is Boaz’s European uncle, the brother of his mother Robecca though he lives in Europe he visits Boaz and Robbeca with more regularity often accompanied by their mother Victoria and their other siblings Roman, Sarah and Elizabeth

The Estate is El Ethio Manors and

The Royal Port of trade, what little is conducted, is on

Swan Landing Docks

NIELJAH

Central and South West Amexem

Sainta Major, Nina, Pina

Sisters of Nieljah Territory shared 3 portions of Amexem

South, Central (the gulf) to Atlantic-Pacific Crossing

All of this territory is ruled by Empress Haga El who survived her Royal Mate Malik AL yet it’s all run as a patriarchal system since the emperors’ inception of family tribes which grew into huge Provinces and has mainly ruled by her family only two of her seeds aren’t on a throne they are her son Prince Abdul and youngest and only daughter Princess Zora they live with the Empress in the main Province of Sainta Major. Haga’s son King Adam reign over this Kingdom and he himself has 6 little girls with his wife Queen Shahara

The Estate is Minor Fortressa

The Royal Port is O’ Pearl, it faces the Gulf of Imanuel and port Pacifica South at their southern coast tip in the Pacific Ocean

Kingdom of Nina, is sat by Haga’s other son King Moses

It is a land wealthy in agriculture with the potential to feed both Empires. His best friend is Prince Earel Dey they both share the same love interests and travels the world together.

The people of this Kingdom maintain the southern tip of Sainta Major, though its territory hasn’t been entirely explored, people of the region of Nina were instrumental in helping to establish pockets of independent and superior tradesmen type of communities that later evolved into provinces resembling such relic civilizations as the Aztec/Mayan societies including the Islands of Peru, the Yucatán and other sacred areas once thought to be uninhabitable.

Though there is a waterway on the Gulf end of Nina which it shares with BeyEl, her main port faces the Pacific Ocean on the west of Nieljah yet the Social Royalists here are sanctioned to manage Sainta Majors ports on the southern tip of the Pacific Ocean, Port Pacifica South.

Nina’s Royal Estate is West Vineyard Gardens

The Royal Port is Pacifica Heights

Haga’s very distant relative King Potopel and his wife Queen Evilla sit over the Kingdom of Pina a place which was once sat by Grand Sheik, Royal Prince Earel’s family his father Sultan Othello Ali passed survived by his wife and Earel’s mother Sultana Moamera Dey who relocated to Europe after a falling out with the Moorish Council when Sheik Earel was young, although he remained in West Amexem to continue his studies and later moved to Canaanite to serve as Imperial Guard to later be promoted to the status of Grand Imperial General.

The place of the newly erected spectacle La Resorte is Pina’s islands

The Estates include the main providence of El Pina Ray and Tribecca Corners that’s made up of little islands

Their Royal Ports are both the Gulf of Imanuel South and O’ Atlantis on the Atlantic Ocean

Recap

But first what is that????

Eden U is attended by the Royals, natives and selected upper crust Students of other lands: with Eden matriculation is known for its very stringent entry practices were Europeans are expressly barred from attending. Calls for native students to be registered as soon as 3years old no older than 12 is urged. Otherwise heavy petitioning must be undertaken to move the Moorish Supreme Council to allow for children and especially for getting adults into the Layman program which carry a very low degree visa, for an AAA visa the degrees are 360-720. Being an arena of superior tutelage with intense emphasis spent on kinetic development every area is scrutinized; for the royals this can become quite personal. Eden’s present concerns are for the damaged Cypress Crown adorn by Queen Khalifa which was destroyed during her trip to Nieljah for their sacred carnival of Omnipus Amour. The concern extends beyond that of the 3rd heaven (ether) realm and must be addressed. What will be Eden’s response to the looming threat to life and humanities?

Divine communities of Sentinelites(nephilim) and Celestialites (Seraphim a supreme spiritual being mixed with other beings from one of the various galaxies. Not like Elohims (angels) who have very little will to desire, and are used by creative fate, but rather a mix of angels and beings of free will possessing divine power often called disagreeable Elohims when they are involved with negative pursuits). Only the Sentinelites are Elohims and human beings mixed called Highbred. All of their society is on high alert to face war on their plane of ether level3, just as the inhabitants of the realm (physical plane)they protect must face their own trial and great tribulations. Though, the divine community is known to be in two places at the same time, can they fight on two different planes at one time?

Legendary Wisdom Towers, were all recorded historic information is gathered and dispersed, has suffered their own knee bending blows and must not suffer any more less the invisible towers erupt and cease to be. This would cause a great unplugging from the physical source of divine power Mount Cypress is respectably responsible for providing. What kind of karma could they have built up on them to bring them to such a fate within the pyramid towers and will they ever be exposed after so many ages of being shielded?

Imperial Administrative court is responsible for running the land and hand down laws to the people from the Adept Chambers according to their stations which are Imperialists (royals by bloodline) they sit the thrones, Social Royalist (royals by birth and initiation by degrees earned in Eden) who often serve in administrative offices or the Imperial court, Domestic Royals (royal by birth or simply being born in the genealogy of any of their tribes) are the public, laborers, fighters and supporters of the Imperial court’s administration in return for protection and unmolested freedoms to enjoy life and liberties. All sounds fine in print and ideally but in reality how much is just enough when it comes to freedoms and liberties that can and often do get abused?

Omnipus Amour Carnival is the festival of love, power and might or as per the Elders the worship of the flesh or as per Eden, the celebration of things made manifest on the carnal plane. It all stands for the ‘Love of Greatness’. Celebrated annually for an age or so toward the end of the summer Solstice beginning with a full moon and ending 30 days later at the New moon was the ancient practice. It’s an event so open that the change to the electrifying age rendered the Kingdoms vulnerable to attacks as learned from the battle on the Pacific which claimed the lives of Eden’s graduates which included Mooria El as spoken about in BB the Reign. The highlight of this celebrated event is the contests each empire’s Kingdoms host annually awarding relic trophies and other baubles to the winners; winners that use to be just the natives and grew into an international affair. Coupled with concerns of open vulnerability and the dwindling loss of its appeal to the new gambling Resort in Pina’s luscious islands the only purpose the Carnival can serve now is either as a nostalgic party or something more sinister.

Holy Quarters of Anointed Giving ‘Sanctus Unctus Dare’ is the celebration of the divine gift of life which involves preparation of the earth and seed and is treated as a massive toiling of soil for an abundant Luna harvest. It last for 3 years culminating with a humongous national feast. The festival use to be celebrated every 7 years but during this era of time it’s performed very far and in between as means to care for the soil. It is the only mass celebrating allowed on Imanuel’s sacred mound because of its spiritual nature. Just as the event is closed to outside nations, so are the ports of call for Imanuel where the event is hosted.

Gayla Regalia an enriching honorary celebration recently initiated to celebrate the newest Heirs to sit upon the throne and became popular behind the event entitled Chosen Noble. This special event of 'Chosen Noble', honored selected members from the Domestic Royals (the general public). As the annual celebration grew, so did the participation from the people; much to the Social Royals dismay. It allowed the chosen noble to over step the Social’s bureaucratic office, to gain direct access to the kingdom’s royal figures. For this cause, Gayla will take on a very political complexion.

Recap of the Reign

Remembrances of ancient Sages, call upon the chosen to prepare but do they hear?

What’s going on in the Neighborhood?

When we last visited with the Royals of West Amexem, we found them to be in good spirits despite the tragic events concerning the destruction of the Cypress crown and the death of Rakina, Queen Evilla’s young sister. The only ones besides the Supreme Council on high alert for coming events is Eden University.

Kingdom of Imanuel:

King Cumi is the Empires grandest student of the Divine Arts, and though he is mixed with the seed of the Sentinelites, he’s feeling more human than Highbred thanks to his Alcoholic indulgence brought on by severe heartbreak.

Kingdom of Moorio:

Hard times get harder for the Rebels of Shem and none like King Salome can bring them to the brink of surrender. Where would they all be without him, must also be the thought of Queen Khalifa, whose got a secret that could cause him to leave her and so she keeps it hush-hush, but for how much longer. With being pregnant and her father Emperor Elihu off on tour to Mount Cypress, attempting to repair her sacred crown, the earth is trembling, quaking almost every day, it seems to ominously and quietly shake apart her future being.

Kingdom of Canaanite:

King Balial found everlasting joy reuniting with the love of his life, yet, his sister is chasing her own mirage of love with explosive results. Still her sixth sense detects not that she grasps for tragedy, disguised as promise and progress. Could it be what the crystal ball foretold or fate foreshadowed in a dream from on high, which she dispelled once she was able to overcome murdering her father. Behind her back, her little sister falls in love with Queen Niamoni’s secret sex paramour Grand Sheik, Earel Dey. So love is it not for the Queen? Will her search for it or the lack thereof cost her people?

Kingdom of Ethio:

Long time suffering administration is Ethio, because King Boaz’s father who died young chose to marry a European. It has served to bring the Kingdom to ruin and its power dangles by a thread, a thread that Boaz intends to weave into a foundation of permanent unity, with his international pursuits. He has been unfazed by the brick wall he’s been hitting with the Moorish Council and its supporters, such as King Salome, who leads the tirade against Boaz's proposed ideals, such as Project Advance Excel (PAE). Being Eurasian has been a sore spot since he was a child and as we learned in BB the Reign it stills hunts him in certain circle of Moors. Ergo, he initiated his romance of Niamoni, hoping it would bring him closer to all the things he desired; not knowing she would be the one to fade him. Despite this dilemma all else in his world seemed solid or is it.

Kingdom of Sainta Major:

While his young sister Princess Zora, roam the castle whining because of her feelings of mistreatment, precipitated from her dropping out of Eden shy of her graduation, Adam jumps for joy. He’s gotten splendid news, him having a son has reached not only his ears but the ears of the council, for, the heir is illegitimate. The married King is so engrossed with his business dealings to even be concerned for the ill appearance. His karma is brought on the Kingdom and his people to bear. Success has become Adam’s middle name at the moment as he wheel and deal with his foreign business partners, his cousin Boaz and good friend King Potopel. Adam asked his brother King Moses to partake in the venture but day by day Moses seems less impressed. Could it be the effects of learning he lost his child by Rakina or does Moses naturally hate the idea, because of the criminal element it hints? What is it that Moses sense that his big brother Adam cannot?

Kingdom of Nina:

King Moses use to attend to this gigantic land of harvest and vineyards with honor and pride but an unhealthy love interest has caused him to become severely distracted. His land is home to everything from medicinal herbs, to aphrodisiacs and roots for spells, which he delighted dabbling in until it became the catalyst for the Cypress Crown’s demise. Guilt redden the King tarries for now in his land managing it. All it takes is seconds, for a Kingdom to succumb to ruin, once you take your eye off the subjects. For now it looks as if he shied off of mating after Rakina’s demise, but will love return to blind both his eyes?

Kingdom of Pina:

Things are finally falling back into place, now that they were able to get Sultana, Moamera Dey, Earel’s mother off their backs about her son being the natural heir to the throne of Pina. There were other worries for King Potopel, such as the Cypress crown being destroyed in his land, his wife’s sister turning up dead and deepening suspicions that they or his wife at least, is plotting against the crowns of Nieljah. Abating the contemptuous vibe was his proposal to engage the Europeans with Boaz as his front runner champion to see it through.

His wife Queen Evilla’s one and only pursuit she openly talked about was to get in Eden. Since the death of her sister Rakina, she hasn’t even whispered about it for mourning her last known relative for a couple of moons now. The prospect of what fortune will befall them from the gambling Resort her King Potopel is building is overshadowed by the call he got, to appear before the Empress of Nieljah’s court.

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Morning Glory

On the far end of the Palace, King Potopel sat on a balcony terrace, gazing out at a spectacular view of the blue water rolling in and out from the Gulf. Occasionally, glancing down at the letter that Rakina, his wife’s baby sister had left behind anguish ebb and flowed. It caused him to reflect on the moment awhile back, when he received the writ of summons to the Empress’s court of Sainta Major proper.

When he arrived at Castle Minor Fortressa, everything appeared as usual in the sumptuous pool so often inhabited as the centerpiece of the lair. He explained to those present, how his wife Queen Evilla was still in seclusion, mourning over the death of her sibling, Grand Sister,