Dear Citizens,

In spite of my crazy ramblings and postings, here are things I have
learned. Some believe my posts are about being 'owned' and 'pwned'. I
know not what these strange words mean as they are in a dialect other
than Achaean, but for some reason many thought to write me about a topic
concerning those words. I have neither felt 'owned or pwned' in my
entire life here. I doubt if I ever will.

I've learned that many in the church agree with me and they're afraid to
speak up. I can count at least 10 who messaged me personally and thanked
me for giving them voice.

I've learned my skills at argument are not the best and that I make some
leaps-but I did get the answers I wanted. Unfortunately, it was not Rho
who answered. Lorscann was kind enough to answer me and explain to me
the entire story. For that kind act, I thank you, Lorscann.

I've learned that it's my gold to spend if I want to post on the public
boards, and if you don't like my posts you can skip them. I've learned
years ago that you can live as you want if you free yourself of the
restrictions of a 'reputation'. Do I give a rats backside that any of
you who think I am nuts think that? No. Do I mind that Riashain
redefines 'tool' to fit his thesis in order to make ease his conscience
for being the true implement for the Anointed? No. Do I mind that he
used me to identify his own shortcomings? No.

What tickles me is that my crazy ramblings have caused such a stir!

I do know that change is inevitable and that we'll see many changes.
When I was a priestess-- Shallam was a beautiful city where people could
mingle freely. My friends and family were always welcome in the walls.
Yes, there were always attacks from others and raids. Yes, some bad
people would try to spread teachings contrary to Shallam's ideals. But,
it was never a haven for intolerance and hatred. Before I was made an
enemy to Shallam, I went to visit the city where I served as a priestess
so many years ago.

Shallam was not the city of my girlhood. It was different. When I
arrived there I noticed that every shop was closed and locked. Every
window was shuttered. If you needed anything you had to open and close
doors. You could not walk freely. Paranoia was rampant and the streets
were silent. The subdivision, which was always easy to defend, was now
moved. No longer were there joyous groups talking at Fish street. The
city that I knew and the Church I knew no longer existed. The Jewel is
now occupied by a small group of individuals who garrison and hold the
citizens prisoner from within.

Now..I shall be silent, but I have not left the realms. I am watching,
waiting and observing.


With much love and respect,

Harmonia











Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 460 AF.