We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

A open letter to Christos Templar Brothers and Sisters,

This time is different...
this time...it's the end game
THIS TIME
Sol, and his children Ascend
this time you incarnated here,
in this 3rd Dimension
Advanced Mystery School called Gaia.
because you are one of the chosen,
who volunteered to be here,
through this attack
knowing the pain you would see
the strife you would witness
the horrors you would face
you chose to come here in unconditional love to help Humanity take the next step toward enlightenment
and help Save the planet and her children from annihilation at the hands of the great flash...while defending her from those who would enslave her and her people.

This mission we accepted 

this quest we so willingly joined is hard fought, 

but you my brothers and sisters are well met 

for your hearts are pure, y

our cause is righteous and your Creator is ALL..
We face dark days ahead as the enemy will not go quietly, 

but we will not fail for we, 

Band of Brothers, 

are the Army of God..

"If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

I wish you all the Peace , love and light of our one True Infinite Creator

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