For the past four days I have spent the time up in the mountains of North Carolina remembering a certain woman known to her friends as B'Raq of the Cresent Moon. She was a Wiccan high priestess and loved the Klingon faith even though it was all fiction.Bringing it all together in a strange new way of thinking she was the first of her kind. A woman who was a confidant, a best friend, a tease and someone who was taken before her time. Thirty three people spent this time with me for the irish wake that she wished. Four days of remeberance of the good and bad times, the little jokes that she told, and the dreams that were left unfufilled.
Time after time we saved each other from ourselves; I saved her trice from suicide once the problems got too much. She saved me twice from addiction; once was alcohol the other was drug related. For the past twelve years we played off of each other one getting into trouble then the other.
To commemberate this event all thirty three of us did one braid in our hair, cut it and burned it so that she would have a piece of every single one of us to help her along her way to nirvana. We took her two favorite sabers, One saber was one that she found subadiving off the coast of Florida and the other one she recieved as a gift from me many years ago; a klingon blade called a til'leth. Myself broke them in twain and placed the pieces one on top of Pilot Mountain and on Hanging Rock along with her ashes to symbolize that none shall use her weapons again until she needed them in Sto-Vo-Kor/Valhalla which she believed in whole heartedly.
B'Raq was a warrior who had small bouts of doubt but all in all she was the perfect Klingon in human flesh and shall be sorely missed by us all. So raise your Bat'leth into the air and give a scream to tell the boat man that one more comes to cross the River Styx to join the Black Fleet in thier etterail war. Raise a glass of chech'tluth to her name and her honor.
yIntagh!!!!!!!
Time after time we saved each other from ourselves; I saved her trice from suicide once the problems got too much. She saved me twice from addiction; once was alcohol the other was drug related. For the past twelve years we played off of each other one getting into trouble then the other.
To commemberate this event all thirty three of us did one braid in our hair, cut it and burned it so that she would have a piece of every single one of us to help her along her way to nirvana. We took her two favorite sabers, One saber was one that she found subadiving off the coast of Florida and the other one she recieved as a gift from me many years ago; a klingon blade called a til'leth. Myself broke them in twain and placed the pieces one on top of Pilot Mountain and on Hanging Rock along with her ashes to symbolize that none shall use her weapons again until she needed them in Sto-Vo-Kor/Valhalla which she believed in whole heartedly.
B'Raq was a warrior who had small bouts of doubt but all in all she was the perfect Klingon in human flesh and shall be sorely missed by us all. So raise your Bat'leth into the air and give a scream to tell the boat man that one more comes to cross the River Styx to join the Black Fleet in thier etterail war. Raise a glass of chech'tluth to her name and her honor.
yIntagh!!!!!!!
