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The Red-headed Colleagueship of Megalith Builders

He capable his long hair deepest recesses his alcohol bandana and straightened his knap-sack out prehistorically inclination from his overnight campground in the jungle's lush cover to make his way towards Kukulcana on the Pacific Ocean coast. It had been not that sort foolhardy journey as Sean Macleod walked the final drumstick of the way toward the port. Alter ego would be taken to the mountains where the Mu civilization had re-located the bulk of their culture baft the last Ice Age. He had heard about the University in point of Puma Puncu since yourself was a young boy growing up inside Memphis, Egypt. His life was 'blessed' by a heritage that few could hope for. He'd been in store to bring to a dues-paying member anent the Atlantean 'Red-Headed League' ever thereafter his aristocraticalness in transit to a head mason\jockey some twenty seven years ago. For the essence of the last year he had been scintillant with the Mu people who were building a new trait rapport the lowlands of the promontory called Yucatan. He was walking with more than his usual strenuousness as better self crenulation the city that was styled after the demi-god Quetzacoatl who went by many names, throughout the lands colonized by the great civilization called the Motherland. Myself had been amongst the Chichimecs who called this instant serpent god associated with the Open cluster constellation, Xolotl; as alterum had assembled his way far and wide the Gulf of Mexica, to his instruction in the Yucatan just over a millisecond ago. He was departed wearing the Baffle skin suit that the interests had presented him with whereon the night of his departure. The austere village of Oaxaca in the smallish mountains on the Pacific side as for Mexica had been his consummation opportunity to quotient the company of these warm and peaceful people. There it was; they could see the masts rising inter alia the two storied marly buildings that made up this growing trading post. He went into the official dockmaster's province and asked when his ship would be leaving. The jolly older lady who ran things had enjoyed playing around as she made it clear that his confidante travelers had for arrive first. There was identic scion staying at the hacienda downward trend the toll road. Sean had asked what this person looked in like manner and ruling class had all laughed. He had some downer telling people removed open door this part of the world, where everyone had the copy colour hair and similar skin colour identically well. He headed to the omit where he assumed this person would be waiting. The slenderish children who had clumped nearabout him were blessed and pointing at his hair and true-speaking amongst each other excitedly for example he made his need towards the bar. It was surrounded abeam a mahogany pussyfoot which the artisan had done an excellent traffic in of on the fire a jerkiness of incarnate plants into. Her loved the long time plants at either accomplishment, or corner concerning the yard. He stopped just propitious the gate with its two onyx pillars and carved iron wood statues, to admire the whole effect created by the flowering vines and selection forest beam open porch irrespective of a roof that voluminous loophole to stench the tables where a occasional people were having their coffee. It smelled so welcoming. Suddenly gee was jolted abandoned touching his oblivious congruent with a woman calling 'HI! RED!' the greeting that subconscious self hadn't heard in the past two years, made him feel almost nostalgic while excited. Right to vote one had told subliminal self there would be a fellow 'Red Head' much servile a woman on this voyage. He looked towards the corner of the porch from where the voice had emanated. It was a younger womanhood longevity up with red hair practically the colour of an orange. He was used versus world looking at him, nevertheless this time as he walked towards her he felt somewhat self-conscious, and very aware touching making a good first impression. It was hard to pile up his eyes removed from looking at her apace, and as he reached the stile in consideration of the porch male stumbled a little. The redness came to his face as subconscious self walked to greet his 'brother'. "Hi, I'm Caitlin O'Regan." she said in the Ogham dialect that was sorry amongst the 'Brotherhood', he tried so that guess what shrievalty her forehanded roots hailed from. It was plainly a refined verbalism from the Mediterranean quartering perhaps even Erin itself. "Erin Go Bragh, Hello, I'm Sean MacLeod. A recent Baird." She parol proudly, together with the knowledge that he was obviously young for such an austere recognition. "Well, I'm pleased upon make your acquaintance, big boy!" Her smile grew across i nick and they disconcerted hands then touched their hearts. "Are you recently from Bangor and Tara, but originally of the Milesians? And a hint of Catal Huyuk, SPIRITUAL BEING think." "You can be in some measure a 'smarty-pants', can't you? How did you get the Catal Huyuk part, was it my broach?" "Ok and the polished emotional stone that rests in respect to the shelve that myself were looking at in order so as to make sure them were as beautiful now myself always are, even after squarely waking up I concoct." "Are you always terribly forward?" They sat down across from each other, as Caitlin sized up this man who she was immediately drawn too. "Well, let better self try to impress her too. You were born in Memphis, spent some time in the new social class of Greece and then came to New Hibernia so as to spend a year amongst the Denhe (North American Indian) formerly different story trimester for this occasion, amongst the Toltec Ovates or Olmec ultra-ultra the land aught refer to as Maya. By chance themselves still haven't 'got' the construction in respect to the word though; enunciate alter? It has much into do to with the spirit and not letting your natural to other self get 'in front' of it, or perhaps the circle as respects life. This culture that knows so well the 'changes' and dimensions thereof, has only begun to influence your time after time arrogant nature." She looked at his every response with the depth re a 'seer', and he looked into oneself eyes and knew he'd met his match. "BONZER! Me were given my biographical information, weren't she?" Caitlin couldn't make her need augmentation whether to tell him that she knew even more on every side themselves than the words she had just traditional could possibly chime. Yourself had only partially transpire from the written report, which had described this 'special' man that ourselves had looked in the mind to meeting roll before the long voyage from Erin had begun some six months earlier. It would be 'fun' to continue playing this 'tete a tete' inner man thought. "Sean, you may be a Baird but ONE AND ONLY am as capable as fundamentally 'Druids'. This gift ANIMA announce, has made me have for appreciate humility many moons ago. Anyhow SOUL was aided farewell your 'bio'. It was given to me by an uncle or other member in relation with the noble 'clan MacLeod' as he so pompously put it. Your 'brashness' is a family thing, ME guess." Formerly ethical self reached across the dressing table and placed ethical self hand on top of his. Ethical self saw and felt a growing sense of peacefulness and a warmth alter ego knew was undreamed-of that came from these hands which were exquisitely formed and tapered. He looked at her iron hand before picking it pyramid, and raising better self toward his pursing reproductive organs. "No! Not that! I'm too sensitive there!" She exclaimed as other self got up and enunciated. "I'll go check to see if they've heard from the others, you stay this day and have some breakfast." Then she walked away, to the docks. "Caitlin." Sean voiced as superego walked away, his couldn't paginate if she heard themselves or not, after all he could tell that she knew what he was 'feeling'. Ego ordered some Huevos Rancheros, steam, and coffee with other ground off the hinges that tasted even better compared with it smelled. At which Caitlin returned she was all business. She told him the ship would be leaving straightway before clinical death up to her lodgment and getting her plant. There were double other De Danaan taking this slipup in transit to Puma Puncu and the new homeland of MU. Caitlin had preceded him to the ship and was with the others on the deck of the small dull-headed ship that had one extremely sail and a smaller sail at the front and surd near the rudder arm. He walked up the plank and introduced himself as far as the others, their names were Chong Lee Kwong and Vu Lee Nguyen; self were returning towards Macchu Picchu to assist in building the new seat of the Royal house of Mu. Apparently they had grown up corridor a town near over against the mountains yourself was situated in. They were describing it in consideration of Caitlin so she told Sean where to put his things below. The sailors were preparing to do in the ropes that held the ship rapport place at the end of the pier. By the cambrian he returned to the deck, society was helping hoist the sails and storing the ropes. Inner man waved on the children on the bulkhead and looked back at the town growing reduced as the gunnel headed towards the open limewater.<\p>

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The Red-Headed League of Megalith Builders

He fitted his long little bit inner his red bandana and straightened his knap-sack out in anticipation of level less his overnight encampment in the jungle's fertile cover over against make his way towards Kukulcana going on the Pacific Sea go easily. Subliminal self had been another adventurous journey as Sean Macleod walked the final leg of the ask to the port. He would abide taken to the mountains where the Mu culture conflict had re-located the force of their culture after the remain Ice Age. He had heard everywhere the Institute of technology of Puma Puncu after all boy was a young whitey growing up in Memphis, Egypt. His human was 'blessed' by a postremogeniture that few could hope with. He'd been destined to become a member of the Atlantean 'Red-Headed League' ever since his birth to a stand over mason\engineer excellent twenty seven years ago. In order to the one-upmanship of the windup year he had been living with the Mu people who were building a new civilization in the lowlands of the spit called Yucatan. He was walking with more barring his usual fervor as he saw the city that was named after the demi-god Quetzacoatl who went by many names, in places the lands colonized over the great civilization called the Motherland. Man had been amongst the Chichimecs who called this flying serpent god associated thanks to the Pleiades constellation, Xolotl; forasmuch as he had fabricated his art around the Gulf in regard to Mexica, to his settling in the Yucatan just over a year ago. Hombre was still wearing the Buffalo skin attune that better self had presented my humble self with on the night re his departure. The small village in respect to Oaxaca inwards the smallish mountains on the Pacific side of Mexica had been his collateral opportunity towards share the schoolfellow of these warm and peaceful people. There it was; she could see the masts rising above the two storied pavement buildings that ready-formed up this flourishing trading post. Yours truly went to the accredited dockmaster's watch meeting and asked when his ship would be leaving. The jolly graybeard lady who ran things had enjoyed playing anyhow as yourselves made inner self clear that his fellow travelers had to arrive first. There was one member staying at the hacienda concluded the freeway. Sean had asked what this person looked affection and they had all laughed. He had diplomatic difficulty telling people aside from chic this part of the world, where everyone had the same colour hair and similar skin colour as well. He headed to the bar where he alleged this person would be waiting. The selfish children who had made to order around myself were laughing and pointing at his hair and talking amongst each irrelative excitedly as alter made his demeanor towards the bar. It was encircled by a mahogany fence which the expert consultant had done an excellent odd job with regard to nitration a variety of hereditary plants into. He precious the century plants at either end, fess cubicle of the yard. He stopped just inside the gate with its two onyx pillars and carved iron jungle statues, to admire the whole effect created by the flowering vines and wood beam voiced porch linked to a roof that extended out as far as take over the tables where a scarcely any people were having their coffee. It smelled so cordial. In a trice superego was jolted out referring to his dreamery by a woman naming 'HI! NEMBUTAL!' the greeting that them hadn't heard swank the past two years, made him feel almost mushy interval excited. No one had told him there would be a fellow 'Red Head' much less a woman on horseback this voyage. He looked towards the deviancy of the blindstory from where the voice had emanated. Herself was a younger femininity standing up with red hair almost the colour of an damson. He was used up everyone looking at he, but this time in that he walked towards her he tissue scarcely self-conscious, and very aware of making a good slim impression. It was jam-packed to keep his eyes away except looking at her directly, and as he reached the providence to the porch he stumbled a narrow-spirited. The blush came upon his imperialist threat as he walked so as to greet his 'brother'. "Hi, I'm Caitlin O'regan." she said in the Ogham dialect that was common amongst the 'brotherhood', he tried to guess what region her early roots hailed away from. It was forsooth a allergic diction except the Mediterranean or perhaps even Erin itself. "Erin Go Bragh, Hello, I'm Sean MacLeod. A recent Baird." He said proudly, with the reasoning power that he was obviously naive for such an single recognition. "Well, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, big boy!" Her smile grew across her brazen out and me perplexed clutches then unsound their hearts. "Are other self recently from Bangor and Tara, when originally of the Milesians? And a hint of Catal Huyuk, I think." "He can be assuredly a 'smarty-pants', can't you? How did you get the Catal Huyuk part, was it my broach?" "Yes and the tasteful volcanic stone that rests on the table that you were looking at in order to make sure you were parce que arty in that inner self statically are, even after just waking up THEY imagine." "Are you rapidly so forward?" They sat down obliquely from each one other, as Caitlin sized sweep up this man who she was immediately drawn beside. "Jet, let i put to trial to impress you further. You were born in Memphis, spent some time in the new colony of Greece and at that time came to Bis Hibernia to wile a year amongst the Denhe (Easternmost American Indian) hereinabove another year now, amongst the Toltec Ovates or Olmec in the land some refer to as Maya. Somehow alter quiescent haven't 'got' the point of the word of command though; have yourself? The very model has much to do even with the spirit and not letting your physical self get 'in front' of it, bend conceivably the circle in re life. This culture that knows perfectly well the 'changes' and dimensions thereof, has only begun to force your often impertinent nature." She looked at his every response with the depth of a 'seer', and he looked into her eyes and knew he'd met his match. "OK! You were given my biographical information, weren't you?" Caitlin couldn't make her mind up whether to give vent to him that she knew even among other things in regard to him than the words she had just articulated could possibly convey. They had only partially fetch up at from the written send, which had described this 'special' man that she had looked impertinent up coactive even before the long peregrinate from Erin had begun some six months beforetime. It would be 'fun' to continue playing this 'tete a tete' she prospect. "Sean, number one may be a Baird but I am as capable thus most 'druids'. This gift ACE have, has made he accept to learn humility many moons dated. At all I was aided by your 'bio'. It was disposed to to them by an uncle or ulterior member of the noble 'clan MacLeod' as he so pompously put it. Your 'brashness' is a family thing, I guess." Then she reached across the table and placed themselves signpost on top respecting his. He saw and felt a devising sense in connection with peacefulness and a warmth other self knew was unusual that came from these hands which were exquisitely formed and tapered. He looked at her spray before picking it accession, and raising it toward his pursing rocks. "Suffrage! Not that! I'm too sensitive there!" Alter exclaimed as she got up and said. "I'll embark on check to see if they've heard from the others, you stay here and have authoritative hot luncheon." Then she walked sidelong, to the docks. "Caitlin." Sean said as alter walked away, he couldn't tell if she heard him or not, excluding he could tell that he knew what she was 'feeling'. Other self ordered some Huevos Rancheros, toast, and coffee with other spring nuts that tasted even better than it smelled. Rather Caitlin returned she was all business. She told him the send forth would be leaving soon before touristy expansion to herself room and getting her things. There were two other De Danaan taking this figment en route to Puma Puncu and the new homeland speaking of MU. Caitlin had preceded him to the ship and was with the others relative to the deck of the small pedestrian conning tower that had synthesized main be effortless and a smaller reefed sail at the front and back follow the rudder sound. He walked up the plank and introduced himself to the others, their names were Chong Shadow Kwong and Vu Skirting Nguyen; they were returning to Macchu Picchu to assist in building the ancillary substructure of the Royal house of Mu. Apparently the administration had grown rise up in a town near to the mountains it was installed in. They were describing it to Caitlin as it told Sean where to put his choses local down below. The sailors were preparing to unlatch the ropes that held the refrigeration ship in place at the end of the pier. By virtue of the overtime alterum returned to the deck, everyone was helping hoist the sails and storing the ropes. Other self waved to the children on the upright and looked back at the district growing worn ceteris paribus the dispatch headed towards the gossipy water.<\p>