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He slung his harp on his shoulder and trudged back to Scotland. As you know, he was seduced by the faerie queen and vanished from the land for seven years. Oh, there were many adventures there and it was there he was given “the tongue that could not lie.” The queen of the faeries took him to Belenus, the sun-god of the Celts. albion silver The sun god asked Thomas, “Have you ever been in love?” Thomas said, “Yes. buy albion gold So in love that I was lost. cheap albion gold So in love that I felt I would never need another muse. But she was taken from me.” “Tell me her story in a song, harper.” Thomas sat on a stone. tilted the harp against his left shoulder, brushed the strings of his clarsach with his left hand, and began. In a minor key, he told the sun-god the story of Aleena, his love for her, the plans they had, his returning to find her gone, and he knew gone forever. He told of how his heart had cracked, and how he had fallen into despair, and become almost mad with grief. When he was finished, the sun-god’s palace in the Otherworld was silent. Joe Montana Jerseys Belenus leaned forward, covered his face with hands and wept, and the sun-god’s tears fell through the Otherworld to the earth. buy albion gold It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, and that was the first time mortals had ever seen rain fall when the sun was shining.

And today, when those warm teardrops touch your cheek like a kiss, and you look up into that bright sky, know that it only means the sun-god has once again remembered the sad story of Aleena and Thomas and he weeps again. And if you close your eyes and listen closely, you’ll hear the sad notes of a harp. nike air jordan 11 mujer And that my friends, is why the sun cries . . .