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THE LEGACY OF STEEL
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SHORT STORIES PAGE 1
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THE TEACHINGS OF SRI RAMANA
RIDDLE OF STEEL TRAIL SYSTEM/PICTURES
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LEGACY OF STEEL
I am Riddle of Steel.
My legal name is Malloy, of the clan O'Molloy, county Offaly, Ireland. My ancestors, descended from Neil of the Nine Hostages, lived by the sword and the dirk. Our stretch of Ireland for over forty generations was called Fircall and we were its rulers. An eleventh century text reads; The princes of Fircall, of the ancient sword, are O'Molloy. The steel was our ally and companion in a wild and dangerous land. Steel in hardened Irish hands protected us while we tilled the soil and raised our cattle. When we warred with other clans we killed and sometimes died, again by the steel. When the English came we fought with the steel until they overwhelmed us. Afterwards we had to hide our swords and concealed the carry of our dirks and knives. Carrying and training with weapons, the pipes, native songs and even Gaelic itself was outlawed. When guns and powder came to our land, in secret, we mastered and added them to our belts. We fought for 300 years against an occupation army on our island. They called us traitors in our own land for not swearing allegiance to an English king or worshiping in an English church. Officially, we were an unarmed population standing in defiance of the most powerful-armed empire on earth. In truth, with guns and powder, bombs and knives we fought and struggled until we freed most of Ireland.
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MALLOY COAT OF ARMS AND TARTAN
MY FATHER AND I ARE GENEOLOGY BUFFS. IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE A LINK TO OUR FAMILY CONTACT US PLEASE.
Birth of a Blade
Before a weapon is
the soul of a warrior,
it is first
the heart of the craftsman.
Forged with the heat
of passion,
Cooled with
blood tainted sweat,
Shaped with a
vision of perfection,
as the master wields the hammer.
M'Ikiro 1-19-98
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FOR ME THERE IS ONLY THE TRAVELING ON PATHS WITH HEART. UPON PATHS WITH HEART FOR ME THERE I TRAVEL AND THE ONLY WORTHWHILE CHALLENGE IS TO TRAVERSE THEIR FULL LENGTH. ONCE HAVING TRAVELED THEM I STAND, STAND LOOKING, BREATHLESSLY.
Before we go any futher let me tell you a few things;
I am not a very socially correct person. My interests include my land and garden, weapons and weapons training, martial arts, off road go carts, hunting, fishing and self realization.
My teachers have been as varied as drugs, Jesus Christ, Budda, The Tao, Jeff Cooper, Bruce Lee, Carlos Castenada and nature itself. One of the greatest ironies of our reality is that we seek knowledge as a function of our Ego. We desire knowledge, insight and enlightenment as possesions. The truth is that the closer one comes to enlightenment the weaker and smaller the Ego or "I" becomes. Like a stick used to stir a fire, the "I" becomes smaller and has less influence as the process advances. Finally as enlightenment surfaces the original "I" that desired it as another possesion on our string of pearls is burned away in the process. All that is left is the pure light of consciousness prior to thought, prior to mind. Everthing else is illusion, a series of images flickering on the screen of reality.
On the corperal level. I feel the federal government is out of control and the greatest dangers to Americans have offices on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C.
The price of freedom is eternal vigilance. Thomas Jefferson felt a new revolution every 14 to 20 years would dislodge the intrenched powers in government. Since the time of Lincoln and the American Civil War the federal government has run roughshod over personal freedom and our bill of rights. Wake up and read some real history. Not the candy coated version they taught you in high school. Your view of "your government" and "our country will never be the same.
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FOR HIM THERE WAS ALWAYS THE DISCIPLINE OF STEEL
No one in this world can you trust. Not man, nor woman, nor beast. In steel you can trust. But with steel comes a riddle. You must learn that riddle Conan, You must learn its discipline.
The riddle of steel? Do you want to know it boy? Steel is not strong, flesh is stronger. What is a sword compared to the hand that wields it?
LET HE THAT HATH NO SWORD SELL HIS GARMENT AND BUY ONE. JESUS CHRIST
They all hold swords, each being a master of war. Each of them hath a sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
Song of Solomon
He that lives by the sword is more than likely to be good with it.
Riddle of Steel
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