The Sword goes back to the Bronze Age, when the technology in metallurgy enabled it to appear. Before its practical use, the sword was first used for ritual practices – hence the fact that most of the ancient swords were ornate with many symbols.
In German culture, swords were dedicated to great heroes and had a magical value. In India, the sword is the symbol of the inner fight against ignorance and craving for the light of consciousness. This is the meaning of the sword of Vishnu, whilst the sword of the Indra is the lightning that illuminates the world.
In the West, the archangel Saint Michael is portrayed with a sword, fighting against the darkness. In the book of the Apocalypse, Christ is represented with a sword coming from his mouth, symbolizing the invincible strength of divine truth that descend to our world like a flash of lightning.
Now you take the floor: what do you associate with the sword?
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Hello Paulo, here’s a poem I just wrote about the Sword my son made long ago when he was a kid (see pic here: http://boutman.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/sword.jpg )and inspired me, some thoughts about the “Final Call”.
SWORD
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who opened, let
you in and begged for one last song to sing,
who thought a mercy prayer would convince
to have a pardon granted by this prince
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who weren’t in
but uninvited, still got lifted by your wing,
who while preparing for a glorious flight
were grounded brutally, take off denied
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who welcomed
you as royalists their banished king
who after years of fruitless fight
eventually got their heart’s delight
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember all, take a deep breath,
surrender to my sword and let it swing,
so that my blade will testify that it is I
when at my door you’re passing by
Love, Bout
All religions.
Can I have one of these please? complete with some master pieces?
It will re – kindle ,me.
Thank you
Beijos :)
White looks very nice 2.oF COURSE!
I see the sword as a representation of the warrior, fighting for what he believes in and stands for – defender of the peace, protector of the weak..
As is often seen, the greatest warrior weilds the greatest, most elaborate sword as a symbol of his superiority. However, as is often the case, the most elaborate sword does not always win the fight – i have seen people with swords lose against unarmed opponents! Therefore it is not the sword that wins the fight but the person weilding it….
Love, Alastair
Hey ! i will refer to the Indian take on the sword
where it is used by Indira the lord of heaven in mythology it is refered as he is used to killed the demon
and it has been made from the spine of a guru!
like wise te spears or the swords”the long stem like device”held by the gods often is refered by the seers as the spinal chord or the path one can raise his source of energy without wasting it in this relative world ( EWA s energy wasting actions-meant as demons)move to an higher energy plane like that of an electron switching its orbit. well …. more to go
I think I always was amazed by Kendo, I hope I am not wrong now, the Japanese art of sword. So, I link sword with the Samurai, the warriors chosen to protect the emperor. They were very well prepared and with strong principles.
I love the image of the Archangel Michael, I think is protecting me. I have his picture often with me. Maybe because I remember that I must react, seeing Him holding the sword.
Now I understand better why lightening is seen as axis mundi, from the image you told about Jesus Christ.
Thank you for information.
Love
Alexandra
Having recently read The Pilgrimage, I have been thinking about the sword. I do not have a metal sword, but rather:
Tears and Joy (Power). So to what purpose will I use this? To improve myself and in so doing, the world.
For some reason, also thinking about The Alchemist this very moment, and the character, Melchizadek.
Thank You Paulo, Love to All, Jane : ) xo
Lo primero que pensé: Cortar El universo en dos .
Estoy de acuerdo con Kim, la espada corta para bien o para mal.
La espada fue creada en una època en que se necesitaba defenderse, se la entregaban a los guerreros, estos la utilizaban para hacer el bien y para hacer el mal.
En la edad Media se suponía que los caballeros de noble corazón eran dignos de tener este poder, que iba a ser utilizado en el nombre del bien, para defender a los desvalidos, los artesanos, los agricultores, el pueblo.
Quiero pensar que existe un universo único que no necesite ser cortado en dos: El bien y el mal.
God’s word
Hebrews 4:12 (New International Version)
12For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.
Dear Paulo,
In human life, I associate the sword as the lessons learned, the family/relationships from whom one can always run to, the words of God (whatever one concieves Him to be) so powerful that strengtens ones spirit. I think all of which helps one remain steady and unwavering in realizing ones purpose. I think that contemplation helps to strengthen ones sword.
Thank you.
Love,
krist
thank Thelma
thank Susan
thank Cristina
Love . Sido
Merci Sido, Je penserai bien a ce que tu as écrit.
C’est une bonne “voie” à parcourir.
Bonne journée
Thank you Sido.
I’ll think about what you have written, it’s a good path to go.
Have a nice day.
The Swoard,is for me a very strong symbol;and I remember of my childhood the pictures of our great Romanian Kings like Mircea cel Batrin(which meen The Eldest),Stefan The Great,Vlad Tepes,Decebal etc.They all were great warriors with Swords(in painted pictures or sculptures).The only woman with sword that I remember is Jeanne D`Arc!For me is a symbol that I associate to masculin humanbeing or to Angels.Maybe we live now in the time of most powerful Sword `Word and Information`!!!(the positive ones)
Let`s pray for that!
LOVE
Mirela
Dear Sido,
I fear I may have dropped a stone inadvertently when discussing the colors of the rainbow with you. I gave a link to a wiki article that could have been taken wrongly as to my intentions. I love studying myths and religions. I want to understand how we have developed socially and culturally, and specifically I want to understand my personal development, as religion has always played a vital role in my life. I want to rid myself of the many falsehoods that I perceive to exist in religions, philosophies, sciences, etc., hence myself, but still retain the beauty that has been my rock.
Anyway, today I was crocheting a doily, yellow to be exact, and I got to thinking about that rainbow and something else popped into my mind. And then I thought, oh shoot I hope I wasn’t misunderstood. My mistakes occurred to me in the following order.
I believe that exuberance was my first mistake. I was enthusiastic about the subject.
An appeal to authority, was my second mistake; a philosophical term that I have only recently come to know, over the past two years. I appealed to the authority of the wiki answers site, and my third mistake was assuming they were correct.
Giving it considerable thought, I don’t necessarily think that they are correct. Perhaps they have bought into a myth, like many of us do, thinking that it is accurate information. It seems to me, after consideration, that the reason that indigo would be included in a rainbow is for the same reason orange is. Indigo is a blended color of purple and blue, or so it seems to me, as orange is a blend of yellow and red. In other words, perhaps someone at some point in time reasoned that if orange were to be included so too should indigo.
Anyway, I hope this helps explain where I was attempting to go with what I wrote. As well I apologize sincerely, if there were any misunderstandings.
susan
Dear thelma,
Thank you for the response.Yes my name is contradicting my action,coz even if am hopeless for myself i still give hope to others.BUt even if am their source of hope,i still feel i have every right to act this way too,i rather choose to remain honest with my feelings than to behave as my name suggests me to.If i forced myself to act hopeful despite having all the fears and hoplessness,then i think i have no right to stand infront of God and plead for his help.The only reason why i am close to him personally,in this way is that,i act the way i feel which is quite not true for human all the time.If people feel hopeless,they pray,they act good or do many thing to plead and please God and act strong inforntof people.But me in the other hand,i scream i shout,like a little child,i roll on the ground ,i screamingly call names at him,like any little child throwing tantrum at her father to have what she wants.Thats why i call him papa,i act this way until he hears me,thats why they say different people have different way of connecting to God.When people see me crying and shouting and lamenting how hopless and broken hearted i am,they may not understand me, and find my action contradicting and might wonder how she think she will connect with God this way.And i think the same way for those monks and nuns who pray or people around the world,i find it ammusing and funny as well sometime( after spening time with papa,just an opinion).But we both aren;t wrong,we simply have different ways.well There are points in life when absolutely no hope remains,and again like the bud it starts or needs to grow again.
Last night i was infront of my fear or the person who was incharge of freeing me or killing me.But in that dream she was angry with me,and she was blaming me that i have written on a page something.She was shouting at me,*what do you think of urself,who are u actually,.why and how dare u write that i will be cursed if i don’t do what you expect me to*.I didn;t knwo what she was talking about,i was trying to tell her,that i didn;t write anything and i had no idea what she was talking about.She seemed angry and she kept on ranting,saying * who are you actually*.She showed me the paper saying tell me u didn;t write this? and when i read it,i saw there were some warning saying let her go or u will be cursed and i was surprised who wrot eit with my handwriting and i saw papa’s face there and i tried to explain to her that it wans;t me but she didn;t listen to me and was angry thati threatned her that way.
Then again my freind said,*why you lied to me,i didn;t know you are this and that,or a pricness and so on.*And again i told my friend that i dunno whats he was talking about.But the lady with the paper was still grumbling ,and i was screaming to her,*what is my fault?*over and over again,defending myself,not understanding what was happening.Then she came straight at me and she put my face or cheeks on her one hand ,like any villian from a movie.Then she utterd those words.* no one can save you no one,you can’t win,only God can save you,she said like evil and left my cheecks.*Then suddenly i saw two figure outside the room,one father and one son,just passing by,with their hand at the back.They were watching us.I was thinkg who were they and why they entered the room from nowhere and went out so fast also.Then i realized papa nd jesus had come there and they had written on that paper for me to warn her.
This morning i was scared to meet her,and told my friend about the nightmare about her,But later that lady asked evryone to write about something and ,unexpectedly Bingo,i felt that that was my last chance to tell her the truth about which she wasn;t aware what actually was happening.So i wrote and handed the paper.I felt that God must have directed her mind to ask us,if we felt something wrong or right was going on there.
Afer that i hailed a cab to go somewhere and in the cab.on the radio all i hear from the Rj was,* don’t be hopeless have little faith in him,he will protect you with his love.* For 1 hour i cried at the backside of the taxi coz I felt God was talking to me inside the taxi through the RJ’ mouth.The line which made me cry was when she said.*my beloved why would you think that your father wouldn;t help you or protect you,i will always shield you.Those words kept on coming form the radio and i couldn;t stop my tears falling*.Later on i realized that,he has finally listened to me to take action after this many years.
What surprises me is that my mom use to tell me that i was such a good child and even as a baby i seldom cried or threw fits and tantrum,but now i have grown up and am in mid 20′s i throw tantrum,scream shout like a little child at God.Maybe am not literate and wise like thoae monks,holy people and wise men.But this is the only way i can make papa hear my cries and he always does.I think that God loves us more when we behave like a child rather than grown ups who assumes to know everything about life but in reality aren’t even aware about themselves.
I feel like a child whose papa finally has got time to watch my school programe coz he is alawsy busy with his job.haha last time i died a father and son had enterd my hosue in my dream and told me that they will show their face to me and ressurected my dead soul,and this time the father and son came ,to save me again.
I know they always will thats why i throw tantrums like this.Don’t you know he is a jelous God which means that he likes attention ,people only misinterpret this,saying negativity,but actually he likes attention as much as i like him to give me attention.
Hope never dies actually it gets broken and again father rejoins it.The beauty of hope lies in it’s ability to die and to rise again,rather than denying that it is dead.And it will happen again and again for eternity.
Dear Hope what you write contradict to your… name! I have read once that dreams that speak of Death are prophetic dreams for a new life, regeneration. It is the death of a phase in life and the beginning of a new. Maybe it is the Revelation for you. I am sending you all my love.
Dear Sido66. Yesterday I tried to find where the grace of ST. John the Evangelist is. In the Internet I found that after he has lived and written Apocalypse in Patmos {GREECE] he had traveled to Ephesus[now in Turkey] and that his grave is there under a Turkish Mosque.
When I asked my sister she told me that she had heard that St John was not ..buried, because he has ascended to Heaven.
There is a site ‘Daskalos and the researchers of Truth’ that maybe of help to you.
LOVE,
Thelma
La espada querido Pablo, es el primer y unico estandarte que nos es dado cuando nacemos, las personas de nuestro entorno nos reciben con un abrazo y éste con los brazos extendidos nos entrega a la primera oferta de crucificción por amor, y por amor nos medimos una y otra vez , quiza en la edad mas grande olvidemos esto y ya no extendamos los brazos buscando el amor.
La espada es la cruz que se convierte en fuerza por amor y que en nuestra alma permanece para seguir adelante.
Cuando nos tranformamos por la gracia de Dios en una empuñadura y un gran estoque, estamos dirigidos a él y toda nuestra fuerza se transforma en amor y trabajo para mantener sus enseñansas .
Todos tenemos una espada entregada y algunos jamas lo saben, tambien esto estaba previsto, ya que en el universo no hay nada que no se pueda explicar con logica, otra cosa es llegar a la sabiduria de nuestra cruz.
Estamos dotados y armados a imagen y semejansa de Dios, asi que nada puede no estar a nuestro abasto. Con todo mi afecto maria
Dear Paul,
Happy New Year! Yes, I try to pay this 20 euros in a Coffee this year :-)
I’m happy to read you :-) My PC was broken for two month and when it was like a new PC I didn’t a time to write- But now I’m Back :-)
Kisses from Barcelona,
to me the sword brings to mind one of the arabic translations, in the arab traditions the sword, in many of its forms and shapes, is associated with several despcriptive words, one of them is “FURKAN”, it means differentiator as it illustrates the difference between right and wrong; I have always understood this metaphor as a statement of a clean cut between right and wrong and no matter how much we try to justify a wrong it will never be right, there is a basic and clear difference between right and wrong and we must have the courage to recognize the wrong and protest it to the best of our ability.
peace
Az
Dear Paulo,
Great question!
I think that the sword has many meanings by virtue of the fact that any symbol has the potential to carry the power that humans assign to it. Arriving at the truth of it is essentially finding our own truth in it and allowing it to serve as a symbol of such. One begins by contemplating “the symbol,” considering the wisdom of the ages, recognizing its significance in one’s own life, and acknowledging its power.
In “The Pilgrimage,” you masterfully ignite the desire to uncover the mystery of the sword. What is it, we want to know, that you will be able to do with the sword once you know what to do with it.
Would it be just a symbol that you’ve “arrived” …A bright, shiny, object to hang on your wall to remind you of your achievement? Or would it come to represent the power you found in yourself in your search for meaning or power outside yourself?
Is it not then the power that we seek externally is always the power that we ourselves possess? Many of us have glimpsed our own power, only to shrink from it because we could not believe in it, or because it seemed illogical. Some are more certain of their power but run for fear of its responsibilities. Others of us embrace their own power, quietly.
When we seek to know the power and magic of the sword, we first must believe; Faith is key. We must be fearless in both our quest for answers and our committment to use our swords (our gifts) to serve humanity. We must also have and keep hope that we will use our swords (our power) only for good, all the while remaining acutely aware that both good an evil coexist in our world. Equally important is coming always from a place of love. Love must lead our thoughts and actions.
So for some of us, the sword symbolizes strenght, endurance, and courage. For others it may represent the human ability to carve out one’s own niche in life. Still others may view it ultimate potentiality. It may represent justice, rule, or victory. But for me, I gratefully accept it as a symbol of my personal power, sometimes quiet and sometimes not, and of my responsibility, sometimes my most cherished gift and sometimes a heavy burden.
With love,
Diane
Thanx sid66,ya my heart is broken,i thought i was strong but i realized no matter how strong ur,if something keeps on hammering it all the time it gets broken.Surprisingly,i wasn;t the only one who had seen me dead in the dreams.My freinds who had loved me and really love me had seen it as well.I have written in my previous post that i saw my biological father digging a coffin and i heard a voice of God commanding him to pull that coffin out.I realized it was my coffin.I also saw that my soul mate whom i ahven’tmet yet but we see each other in our dreams,was crying so badly near my coffin saying why did you leave me,without meeting.I realized everyone must have seen me dead.Papa or God always let them know whover are close to me in some way.But surprisingly God had told them in august lastyear in dreams of some people who had really loved me or hurt me and who had yet to say sorry to me.I had written a journal about it that time i will post it here below.So papa knew that i will die within this week so he had told them that he gonna take his daughter from them to almost all of the people who really had to say sorry to me.Maybe ur thinking why i am still alive here well,i am just surving with papa;s breath i still haven;t met someone ,whom i should meet,maybe thats why he pulled me out of the coffin until i finish my journey.He never gives up on me.I was alreday with them in the orchard but i realized that he sent me back,but not alone this time but with Jesus and am i happy??yes of course coz i wont be alone anymore.I had told papa how come Jesus was helped by someone to take his cross to the mountain coz he oculdnt; finish it alone it was too hard on him,and i am felling same like that.I know am not alive spiritually but only physically now,but am waiting for a miracle and praying someone will help me finish my race,which killed me so badly.Time is running out i need to finish this race even if i am dead.
AM i alive? Aug 5 2008
It’s 2 am,in the morning,night has already ascended well,and it is getting ripe enough to unviel the curtain of dawn,in few hours and it seems like my sleep has been abducted by the night,coz i can’t seem to find it anywhere.Good thing it is holiday tomorrow otherwise i couldn’t afford to stay awake.I check on my pulse,it is moving well,i feel my heart it is still beating,i can see the world but ,why do i feel i am not alive?
Last year i had a dream where i saw a huge heart was lying flat motionless on frozen state.Someone told me that it was mine,i cried looking at the dead heart,but someone gave life back to it,but it looked as if the life was for movement not for beating.So somehow i saw my heart move on pacemaker given by God.That time i was in the lowest point of my life.Somehow i crawled on.
Today i got a poem from my freind,calls at wee hours,messages,and i couldn’t help wondering why all people are trying to reach out to me all at once.But one of them told me that he had a dream that a voice in the dream told him that he will take me away soon and he can’t see me anymore,before leaving the voice told him that he was the creator of all human race.Frantically he wrote poems for me,which i really appreciate.
People ask me ,how did u survive all?And i tell them i don’t know,coz i died on the process so i let God handle it,coz i couldn’t handle it anymore.But it is true,today again,i felt that my heart is giving up.I think the time given for the pacemaker has expired and my heart is still and motionless again.How come i don’t feel anything?people cry when they are hurt,i don’t ,people rejoice when they are loved,but i don’t, people enjoy life,express sorrow ,happiness everything,but i don’t.How could i be so numb.They ask my guidance they call for my help,i help them,i do my best.I give them hope eventhough i am hopeless.I never drop a tear,even in a given situation.
whole day i wondered,am i really running out of battery?or there is no more to fuel me further?
Then i remember a dream,when I was having conversation with God,and i had cried and begged,to go with him,and he let me at the gate of the heaven ,and,the angels told me,* now you have to return*.Since i refused they pushed me down.Some time i see my granfather who passed away long time ago,and i would run after him to take me with him,when he is climbing the stairs and he would tell me to stay here,and it is not time yet.I dunno why i am despearte to go with them.Everytime i sleep crying ,God would always come to wipe away my tears and would put his hand onmy head and bless me more.I had fun with him more than anything or anyone.*
Then out of blue i recalled a promise i asked from God,I had asked him* if i can’t move on next time don’t use pacemaker on me,I would like to go with him,and let him handle my body.* He had given me his words and i knew he would never fail to keep his words.
But every night i am haunted by dreams,where 5 tall figures royally dressed figure cry out in unison* why did u call us ?* andi run saying,I don’t know u i didn’t call you*I try to run but i can’t,coz i am sacred of their pale figure whci reflects that they are from grave,* they try to console me saying,* don’t be afraid of future and be strong,and you are our last hope and u have to carry the torch.*They kissed me on my forehead and they seemed proud of me,,but they all looked from different centuries.*
Last night i had more bizzare dream,i was standing with my mother ,uncle and aunt and ,i saw a body wrapped up,or rather tied up,his mouth was tied and his whole body was so tied up that he couldn’t move.Everyone were saying,*he is dead and ready to be burried and they were digging grave to burry him,but i saw the body moving.I saw him trying hard to free himself.So i helped him untie and i screamed * he is alive,* Why are you trying to burry him alive?*
when i saw his face,it looked so simlar,to my maternal grandfater,and i screamed to my mom and aunt and uncle,*you don’t recognize him?He resembles ur father.They all shook their head,i asked the man if they recognized anyone of them.He shook his head too,I found it weird coz i could recognize him,,he looked like he was my grandfather,but when i asked him if he could recognize me he beamed with joy,and said,* yes i do recognize you,you are my blood ,my last hope.*
Wheni woke up,i scratche dmy head again,why my dream have to be connected with hopes and blahblha when i am dying without hope.I hate it when they all say,* you are our last hope*,from people i don’t even know.Sometimes i see King riding on elephant and giving up his bow,sometime i see God throwing arrow on sky,to show me his wonder.
I know the one who tried to reach out to me today were scared,that you will be cursed if i die,haha as told by the voice and you all are trying to make me happy hahaha.But i told u already,what i had to feel i already felt everything long time ago,and now i have nothing new to feel.Of course i wont die cursing anyone.I will forgive you for trying atleast.May God bless you.
Ps: i still don’t think am gonna die so early,hehehe don’t be so hopeful lol,i have asked all the astrologer about how will i die all the time,coz i know how a person dies signifies how he lived his or her life,and they have all told me,that i iwll die like a queen and whole world would cry for me,so i haven’t done anything yet to get such response,if i ever find the cure of aids i will die for sure. hahahaha
nice poem though
Your eyes
When I look at your eyes, I see your true self.
I see you’re sweet, and caring.
I see you’re giving and forgiving.
I see your love for me.
When I look at your eyes I stop myself from crying
When I’m alone and think about your eyes I cry.
I can’t stop thinking that one day I’ll never see those eyes again
That I’ll never see the love or the sweetness
Or the love that makes you who you are.
One day you’ll be gone – gone from me.
Gone from this world.
No matter what happens, those eyes will one day close
And forever rest in peace.
But you’ll never be completely gone,
Because every time I close my eyes,
There you will be.
By SG
ps: this guy really thinks am dying today haha
Paula
Las virtudes son la mano que podrá tener la espada
El corazón puro es la mano que podrá dirigir la espada
Las virtudes, el corazón puro, el humilté y el Amor le permiten Poder ser dignos de tomar la espada (y de servirse del buen lado de la espada)
The virtues are the hand which can hold the sword
The pure heart is the hand which can steer the sword
The virtues, the pure heart, the humilté and the Amur allow you They can deserve to take the sword (and to serve you as the good side of the sword)
AMOR
Sido
Thank Susan
Thelma ,
Sorry so too much prolix on the subjects presented on the blog: even I I have difficulty in following my thought: too fast at the moment (since November, 2008 many things took place and many things to be understood, and I read for only 1 month the Bible, and many correlations and of éclaicissement, and certain lived convictions get clearer)
I am nothing of it you said, I am as you: a quite small and very humble woman in front of all this;
My ideas fuse and I pass on them today, because I do not know how long I can again make it with you all; and I know the importance of the éclaicissement, so difficult sometimes
But even if desire of anonymity is big, bigger is still the fact to have to say ( at Lourdes-France, we said to me ” you summits proof of too much humility, it is necessary to testify (give testimony )” then I speak / write)
Today I thought of you: and I wondered, hold Thelma must know the common(current) orthodox, and she could say to me the grave of st john, st john, the “manne”, maybe would know how to get clearer to me on him, whom I feel important
LOVE
désolée si trop prolix sur les thèmes présentés sur le blog : même moi j’ai du mal à suivre ma pensée : trop rapide en ce moment ( depuis novembre 2008 beaucoup de choses se sont passées et beaucoup de choses à comprendre , et je lis depuis seulement 1 mois la bible , et beaucoup de corrélations et d’éclaicissement , et certaines convictions vécues s’éclairent )
je ne suis rien de ce que vous dîtes , je suis comme vous : une femme ….toute petite et bien humble devant tout cela ;
mes idées fusent et je les transmets aujourd’hui , car je ne sais combien de temps je pourrai encore le faire auprès de vous tous ; et je connais l’importance de l’éclaicissement , tellement difficile parfois
mais même si désir d’ anonymat est grand , plus grand est encore le fait de devoir dire … (à lourdes , on m’a dit “vous faîtes preuve de trop d’humilité , il faut témoigner ” …alors je parle/écrit )
Amour
God as my Guide, my Companion a Sword
Deo Duce Comite Ferro
Magus.
Sword. Penis. Masculine tools for pleasure and protection. For claiming.
In Manila there is a statue of two Spaniards, Miguel Lopez de Legazpi, holding an inverted sword together with Friar Andres de Urdaneta. The former was the first colonial administrator of the Philippines and the founder of the city of Manila, while the latter was his chaplain. Together, they secured control of the islands using the cross and the sword.
In Manila there is a statue of two Spaniards, Miguel Lopez de Legazpi, holding an inverted sword together with Friar Andres de Urdaneta. The former was the first colonial administrator of the Philippines the founder of the city of Manila, while the latter was his chaplain. Together, they secured control of the islands using the cross and the sword.
mmmm… ataque, defensa, lucha contra el mal, ya sean dragones o caballeros oscuros que tienen a princesas secuestradas :-)
mmmm … attack, defense, fight against evil, dragons or dark knights who have kidnapped a princess :-)
sido66
Thank you for your response. I too think of the rainbow in 7 colors because I sometimes see a thin strip of white between yellow and green. Therefore when I paint a rainbow I include the white. I know that some people include indigo as one of the colors. I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer, maybe it can be said that the rainbow has 8 colors, if white is included.
According to one site I visited, technically the rainbow has 6 colors. A link from wiki answers gives an interesting take on the 6 or 7 colors of the rainbow.
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_colours_in_a_rainbow
I didn’t think to include inside, hence, outside because if the truth be told it never crossed my mind. But I love to think about things and so thank you again. Perhaps that alludes to the philosopher and the stone riddle.
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