DATE PALM ON THE MOUNTAIN
PHOENIX
PHOENIX
PHOENIX
LIGHTNING
SNAKE
ANCIENT PHOENIX
HOT SUN
ANCIENT PHOENIX
SUN REFLECTIONS
FLYING PHOENIX
SUN
FLYING PHOENIX
GOLDEN SUN
SPINING MAGICAL WORLD
WIZARD
SUN
WIZARD
PHOENIX RISING FROM THE FLAMES
Welcome, Time Travellers,
It's Commander Ralph!
COMMANDER RALPH AS EGYPTIAN PHOENIX
Don't I look
kool?
Where am I?
What am I?
I am Phoenix, bird of fire!
To answer your questions,
I must take you back to mystic times
to a place where space and time have no meaning!
Where am I is difficult to answer,
because I am truely lost in time
What am I.........now that's easy!
Shhhh......
Listen now as the phoenix speaks through me......
Why, you ask?
Because the phoenix has only a voice for it's beloved
sun...
not to be heard by human ears.
Are you ready?
Hold on to your Hats!
This is my story.......how it all began......
FLYING PHOENIX
I was here when the world began and still live in a
hidden faraway desert spot. I am the bird that lays no
eggs and has no young.
One day in the beginning times, the sun
looked down and saw my beautiful bright red and gold
shimmering feathers dazzling like the sun itself. The sun
called out to me and said, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be
my bird and live forever!"
Live forever! I was overjoyed to hear these words. So I
lifted my head and sang,
"Sun glorious Sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!"
But I was not happy for long. My feathers were far too
beautiful. Men, women, and children were always chasing
me and trying to trap me. They wanted to have some of
my beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves!
"I cannot live here,"
I thought, so I flew off towards
the east, where the sun rises in the
morning.
I flew for a long time, and came to a far away, hidden
desert where no humans lived. It was here that I
remained in peace, flying freely and singing my songs of
praise to the sun above.
Almost five hundred years passed and I was still alive,
but had grown old. I was often tired, and had lost much of
my strength. I couldn't soar so high in the sky, nor fly as
fast or as far as when I was young.
"I don't want to live like this," I shouted.
"I want to be young and strong!"
So I lifted my head and sang, "Sun, glorious Sun, make
me young and strong again!" But the sun didn't answer.
Day after day I sang, but
still the sun still didn't answer.
So I decided to return to the place where I had once
lived in the beginning and ask the sun one more time.
I flew across the desert, over hills, green valleys, and
high mountains. The journey was long, and I was very old
and weak, and had to rest along the way. I have a very
keen sense of smell and I was, and still am, particularly
fond of herbs and spices. So each time I landed, I
collected pieces of cinnamon bark and all kinds of fragrant
leaves and tucked some in among my feathers and carried
the rest in my claws.
At last I came to the place that had once been my home. I
landed on a tall palm tree
growing high on a mountainside.
Right at the very top of the tree,
I built a nest with the cinnamon bark and lined it with the
fragrant leaves. Then I flew off and collected some
sharp-scented gum called myrrh, which had seen oozing out
of a nearby tree. I made an egg from the myrrh and carried
the egg back to the nest.
Now everything was ready! So...I sat down in my nest,
lifted my head, and sang, "Sun, glorius Sun, make me
young and strong again!"
This time the sun heard my song! Swiftly it chased the
clouds from the sky, stilled the winds and shone down
on the mountainside with all its power.
The animals, the snakes, the lizards, and every other bird
hid from the sun's fierce rays -- in caves and holes, under
shady rocks and trees. Only I, the Phoenix, sat upon my
nest and let the suns rays beat down upon my beautiful,
shiny feathers.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of
the nest, and I became a big round blaze of fire.
After a while the flames died down. The tree was not
burnt, nor was my nest. But I was gone. In my nest was a
heap of silvery-gray ash.
The ash began to tremble and slowly heave itself upward.
From under the ash there rose up a young Phoenix. I was
small and looked sort of crumpled, but I stretched my
neck and lifted my wings and flapped
them. Moment by moment I grew,
until I was the same size as before.
I looked around, found the egg made
of myrrh, and hollowed it out. Then I
placed the ashes inside and finally closed up the egg.
Once again I lifted my head and sang, "Sun, glorious Sun,
I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!"
When my song was ended, the wind began to blow, the
clouds came scudding across the sky, and the other
living creatures crept out of their hiding places.
Then with the egg in my claws, I flew up and away. At the
same time, a cloud of birds of all shapes and sizes rose
up from the earth and flew behind me, singing together,
"You are the greatest of birds! You are our king!"
The birds flew with me to the
temple of the sun that the
Egyptians had built at Heliopolis,
city of the sun. It was there that I
placed the egg with the ashes
inside on the sun's altar.
"Now," I said to the birds, "I must fly on alone." And
while the other birds watched, I flew off towards the
faraway desert.
I live there still. But every five hundred years, when I
begin to feel weak and old, I fly west to the same mountain,
build my fragrant nest on top of a palm tree, and there the
sun once again burns it to ashes.
rise up from those ashes,
fresh and new and young again!
Once again....
I....
the
Phoenix,
That is my story......
but there is so much more to tell......
As a special surprise,
I leave with you with two special gifts:
a virtual photo gallery plus a second special gift.
Your first gift you receive today.
The second in a few days....
you'll just have to come back to collect it.
Guard your gifts well, Time Travellers.....
Share them....so the world may remember the
Great Phoenix!
WOW! Time Travellers, this is awesome!
Told you I was lost in time and space.....
I am Phoenix, but that is only one of my names......
I am Benyu in Egyptain, Phoenix in Greek, Zhar-Ptitsa
in Rusian, Fenghuang in China, Simurgh in Persian,
Thunderbird by the Native Americn Indians, Garuda in
Hindu, Milcham in Jewish, and so much more, but that's
for later.........
Just now, I wish to recount to you my story.......
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