NationStates Jolt Archive

To all Religious and/or Philisophical Leaders of the World,

Greetings from the Empire of Khallayne, which has agreed to host the World's first International Meeting of Religions and Philosophies or IMRP. This meeting was based on the Communion Discussion between the four major faiths of Khallayne after the Empress Diane I legalized other religions within the Empire after a thousand years of dominion belonging only to The Holy Order of The Way of Peace.

The Communion Discussion was held between The Holy Order of The Way of Peace, the Khallaynan Orthodox Church, the Organized Temples of Skorm, and the Cult of the Sun and the Moon in order to foster a better understanding between these four very different religious orders. Headway has been made in order to breach the gaps that have been forged in blood because of Imperial "Purifications" over a thousand years.

The International Meeting has been convened in order to help foster religious tolerance and understanding on a Global Scale. We hope you can come.

Signed,

Holy Praetor Yvette ua'Moi Pytho, The Holy Order of The Way of Peace

Prior Gerald ew'Hai Cormanda, Organized Temples of Skorm

Patriarch Diamond I, Khallaynan Orthodox Church

High Priestess Melenda ti'Opa Hylo, Cult of the Sun and the Moon (she was elected by the various High Priests of the Cult to represent her fractured faith)

Such egalitarian meetings are socialistic in nature and we will have nothing to do with marxist poison. Our philosophy of life is superior to the emotionally led politically correct leftwing drivvle from the stupid telivision-brained masses. We wont be coming and decline your invitation.

-Government of Deathwind

"Dear Religious Leaders of Khallayne,

Thank you for your kind invitation. Findhorn will not be represented, but I feel we owe you an explanation, as your intent is plainly worthy and just.

It is our view that the Goddess bathes the world in Her Light.

Differences arise only because we see that Light through different coloured windows.

We do not seek to persuade others that our colour is best. Ours is best for us, yours is best for you.

That being so, we do not see any real need to discuss the matter.

However, we recognise that this action seems to you to be one that will lead us all closer to the Light; therefore we will sing praises to you and to Her each day of your conference.

Thank you for letting us know of yet another example of Her care.

Yours and Hers,

Mirrim, Abbess of Findhorn."

"One copy of that, Mhairi, and use the copperplate font and the ivory double-bond notepaper," Mother Mirrim said into the microtape on her desk.

"Oh, and make sure you send them a copy of the University prospectus under separate cover," she added. "The latest one with the stuff about the Medecins au Ciel program, though why they can't just say Doctors in Space I don't know."

"Brother Rhys thought it would give an internationalist flavour to the degree," her secretary explained, coming in at that moment with a mug of hot chocolate for the Abbess.

Mirrim snorted. "Who's going to care about nations, once we get into space? Anyway, get the standard care package organised, too, will you? Samples of all the usual goods, but no live goats, right?"

"That wasn't me, it was the choirmistress helping you out while I was away," Mhairi protested, but it was more for form's sake than from any real indignation.

She fully shared Mirrim's belief that the Goddess was everywhere, always, but a sound export program was right here, right now.

"Heard anything back from that religious conference lot, Mhairi?"

"Not a peep, Mother Mirrim."

"Hmmm ... we're not so secure we can afford to ignore a chance to make friends. Especially potential trading-partner friends. Look, I can't stand this religious-debate waffle, but if there's anyone who can argue for hours about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, it's Brother Rhys."

Mhairi, a pearl among secretaries, kept her face absolutely expressionless. Her well-trained boss saw this as the rebuke it was.

"I know, I know," Mirrim said, slightly chastened. "I shouldn't say that. I should try to stop thinking it. He does what he's called to do, the way only he can do it. Well, anyway, he deserves a holiday, and I think he'd actually enjoy this sort of thing. Okay, look, tell them we've thought it over and we'd like to send our Vice-Chancellor. Pile on his academic qualifications. You know the drill."

Dear Religious Leaders of Khallayne,

The Goddess has guided us to reconsider our refusal of your charitable invitation.

She has taught us that peace among all the creatures of the world will enable all of us to enjoy more fully our part in Her bounty.

The growth of such peace is furthered by interactions between friendly beings. Consequently we would ask you to accept the presence at your discussions of the Vice-Chancellor of the University of Findhorn, Brother Rhys ...