NationStates Jolt Archive

It was dawn. Panarag and his group left on one of the temple's boats, the Serenity. Safanaj went up and blew the tube. The monks then assembled for several hours of silent meditation, Safanaj decided to open the Democracy Session.

"Order, Serenity, Strength. From the North East these flow. From the northeast flow, Strength, Serenity, order. We seek Order, Serenity, Strength. These things bind us, make us whole. We must be whole. We must have Order. We must have Serenity. We must have strength. We must turn to the North East." All the monks turned and faced the North East. "Feel the Order flowing into your body, taking all the salt that is the parts of your body in the ocean that is your body and moving them into perfection, into an more light state." They raised their arms, and made gestures with them. "Feel the Serenity flowing through your mind, making you at peace with the world. Feel the blocks of knowledge being placed through your mind, one by one, and bonding together, merging into the whole of your conciousness. Then, feel the concioussnes of you merging into the conciousness of the one." They made more gestures. "Lastly, feel strength entering your limbs and your mind, adding purpose, direction, and extra power to every thought, every action you make, just as a pole holds up a tent." They began flailing their arms around wildly. Safanaj then hit a gong.

"We now must discuss a matter of grave importance to the new monastary. We have not used money for many years. However, the outsiders do, and we need their help to move the building materials. Now, we must decide on a form of money to use in dealing with outsiders. I propose we go back to using spherical pieces of gold, twenty-two naaks (OOC: Approximately 1cm) in diameter, just as we did for many, many years. Let us now vote on this. If it is passed, we may save time and go on to our scholarly work and martial arts practice."

A vote was held, and the money was decided upon as that. However...

"But how will we buy the gold? We traded away all of our gold in the purchase of the one device. We need a way to get it." said Iensa.

"Sister Iensa has a point." said Tuan. "We need a way to get more gold."

The matter was quietly discussed among the monks for a few minutes. Safanaj then said, "We have three proposals. On the first, we could steal gold. On the second, we could mine gold. On the third, we could trade gold for martial arts teaching, and as an added bonus, have free scholarly and spiritual education accompany it. The negetive to the first is that if we get caught, we will have a crisis. The second would cut into our studies. The third might let people who are unsavory get into the program under false pretenses. Let us now vote."

Their answers were written on pieces of parchment. They passed it up. "As is my duty as High Monk, I have counted. We have decided on the latter. I will now send out the requisite message."

We will now be selling, for five-thousand pure gold sphere, twenty two naaks, that is one of your centimeters, in diameter, a rigorous martial arts program. You will learn the way of the Northeast while recieiving spiritual and scholarly education. Only those who are not too far on the path of the Southwest may enter. Evil will not be allowed in our monastic temple, for any price.

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What is your policy on admitting students from Fascist and or Communist nations?

Safanaj read the message. He found this question perplexing. Clearly nazism and facism was on the southwest path, the holocaust and dictatorial regimes clearly showed that. But what of communism? Horrors, too, had been perpetrated in the name of communism. But he had read the sacred text of communism, the Manifesto. It appeared to him that communism had just not been well implemented in those countries, and that communism in its true and final prophesized in the Manifesto, was on either the Southeast path, or the Northwest path, much closer to the Northeast path than facism. He went off to a scrollroom to consult the scrolls. For many hours, he read conflicting views on communism, and tried to come up with a reccomendation. On both points, on the path that they followed, the monks would have to vote.

He finally decided to reccomend, of course, that Nazism would be declared on the Southwest path, and ergo, diametrically opposed to the monks. He reccomended that communism be designated to be on the Northwest path.

He went up, blew the tube, and assembled the monks. He began the chant.

"Order, Serenity, Strength. From the North East these flow. From the northeast flow, Strength, Serenity, order. We seek Order, Serenity, Strength. These things bind us, make us whole. We must be whole. We must have Order. We must have Serenity. We must have strength. We must turn to the North East." All the monks turned and faced the North East. "Feel the Order flowing into your body, taking all the salt that is the parts of your body in the ocean that is your body and moving them into perfection, into an more light state." They raised their arms, and made gestures with them. "Feel the Serenity flowing through your mind, making you at peace with the world. Feel the blocks of knowledge being placed through your mind, one by one, and bonding together, merging into the whole of your conciousness. Then, feel the concioussnes of you merging into the conciousness of the one." They made more gestures. "Lastly, feel strength entering your limbs and your mind, adding purpose, direction, and extra power to every thought, every action you make, just as a pole holds up a tent." They began flailing their arms around wildly. Safanaj then hit a gong.

He then read the message, and told them of his reccomendations. He presented both sides of each issue to the monks.

Eventually, they voted. They wrote their answer down, and passed it up.

Safanaj stood up. "As is my duty as High Monk, I have counted. Nazism is placed, unanimously in fact, on the southwest path. Communism is placed on the Northwest path."


The monks have voted. National Socialists are on the Southwest path, and are ergo hostile to the Northeast. True communists, as specified by their founder Marx, are on the Northwest path. The National Socialists are not allowed in, while Communists are.

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We are sending a student to seek the path to enlightment to help us understand religion. Our party is considering donating the funds to help with your problem.

Joseph Smoe
Leader of NewAgers Party, Jeruselem Parliament

OOC
NOT Christian, bunch of hippies ...

We will welcome your student to the monastary.

Novice Kimberley Clarke knelt on the floor in front of the Sensei of the Red Tiger dojo. The smell of incense filled the air as a soft Andolaian breeze wafted through the open windows. Sensei bowed his head for a moment, then spoke.

"Novice"

"Yes, Sensei?"

"The People's Moot has reveiwed the martial arts academies in the country, and asked ours in particular for a favor"

Kimberley remained silent.

"The Temple of the Northeast has put out a statement saying that for a fee, they will be willing to train one of our promising students"

Kimberley forced herself to remain still and calm. "Yes, Sensei".

"You have been selected to be that student, if the monks accept you"

Kimberley gulped. I've never been farther than the capital of Nueva Blanca, she thought. And now I'm going to a foreign country? Oh, man.

"Yes, Sensei" she whispered.

The Sensei looked down at her with a brief flicker of concern. "Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Sensei. I am a first year student here. There are others with far more experience. Why me?"

"It is thought that your lack of experience combined with your proven ability to learn means that you will be open to their techniques, and not overly fond of our own. Hopefully, you will become experienced enough to return with another form of the art to add to our society. Additionally, the world is a dangerous place, and we are new on the world stage. It is hoped that what you learn and pass on may be used to defend ourselves in the case of unprovoked aggression by others. Are there any more questions?"

"No, Sensei"

"Then rise and pack your bags"

"Yes, Sensei". Kimberley rose to her feet, bowed to the master, and departed for her room. She managed to close the door behind her before letting out a loud whoop.

"I get to see the world!"

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From: The Andolaian People's Moot
To: The Temple of the Northeast

We thank you for your offer, and are willing to contribute to your cause in whatever manner we can reasonably afford in exchange for training for one of our citizens.

Master James Nakamura of the Red Tiger Dojo has nominated 17 year-old first year student Kimberley Clarke for this opportunity. She has shown an excellent tempermant, thirst for knowledge, and abililty to follow direction.

It is hoped that you will find her suitable for training.

Sincereley,
The People's Moot of Andolai

Safanaj smiled at the message. "Ah, a young student. Eager to learn. She will make an excellent pupil, I suspect."

He responded, and made a mental note to inform the monks at the next meeting.

We will gladly train her. One of our monks is being sent to pick her up.

He went to Amja. "Daughter Amja, you are being dispatched on a most important mission. I realize this is your first without a trainer, but now you will be one to a pupil. Here are the directions. Take the hot air balloon."

"Yes, Father Safanaj."

She went and readied the hot air balloon. She was only taking her Mi-Skama, a knife, rather than a full length skama, a full length sword.

Kim waited in front of the dojo, the only home she'd known for the past year. And before that, it was 16 years at the Little Feet Foster Care Commune. But this, this was new. This was exotic.

This was frightening as hell.

She shut her eyes, remembering the meditative techniques grabbed from numerous cultures worldwide. The spinniing mandala. A feeling of oneness with the universe filled her senses, making her seem oblivious to the world.

Therefore, Tony Li was shocked when he attempted to trip her and suddenly found himself coughing up dust, facefirst in the dirt.

"Tony, you know better than to sneak up on a helpless woman"

"Helpless my ass!" he sputtered, laughing. She removed her knee from his spine and held out her hand to help him up. He accepted.

"Came out to say goodbye"

"Yeah, and to tell you that I should be the one going," he grinned good-naturedly. "I'm sure it's not too late to turn it down"

"Forget it" she replied, shoving him in the chest. "Sensei knows quality when he sees it".

They both waited by the road for a moment, Kim's shifting the small bag of clothing she had slung over her shoulder.

"Anyway," Tony said. "I came out to give you this" He handed Kim a small medallion with a picture of Guatama Buddha on one side and a Sanskrit inscription on the other.

"Tony, it's..it's beautiful" she traced her fingers over the lettering. 'Om Mani Padme Hum'. That's 'Blessed be the Lotus in the Heart'. Am I right?" She looked up. Tony had already disappeared.

"Never could say goodbye, could you?" she murmured wistfully, and glanced up the road. A shadow in the distance.

"Think that's for me". Kim turned, and watched her future approach.

King George I of Mestionian wishes his youngest son, Prince Ertu to learn at the Northeast Temple. The Great King is willing to pay two hundred pieces of gold for each month the Prince is a student at your nation's monestary. The King of Mestionian awaits you response.

- Lord Hurtul
Loyal Servant and Protector of Mestionian.

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Amja walked up, standing out in her blue robe. "Greetings, Kimberley Clarke. I am Amja. I will be your trainer, your particular tutor. In the monastary, we call eachother Brother or Sister, or the high monk Father or mother, in our case father. We usually pick one of our names, first or last or middle to be called by next... so, what will it be?"

She said, as she led her towards the balloon.

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Safanaj read the message. He thought for a moment... they fit the criteria for a nation not on the path of the Southwest.

We will accept him. Please prepare him for departure, and tell us when he is ready to be picked up.

"Um...I'm sorry, do I call you Sister? Mother?" Kim asked as she got into the basket under the balloon. She steeled her nerves, never having been farther off the ground than the trees at the Dojo could take her.

"At any rate, I'm Kim. And it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn"

Prince Ertu, recently returned from visiting is brother Lord Aran in Tobruk, capital of the Mestionian colony, had come home only to recieve orders from his father, King George I of Mestionian to report to Cape May, a small city near the Sea of Merte, natural border between Azerian and Mestionian proper.

Following a short plane ride, the young prince of 20 arrived in the foggy little town, where he would await the arrival of representatives from the Northeastern Temple. He had traveled light, bringing with him only his sword and the clothes on his back. There he would rest until his new benefactors arrived.

Prince Ertu may be recieved in Cape May, Mestionian. Lord Aran has decreed that your representatives be given the fullest support and cooperation of the Mestionian people. He has been instructed to do exactly as you order him.

- Lord Hurtul
Loyal Servant and Protector of Mestionian

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