SOULFRIENDS OF THE MONTH (AUG 2010)

Congratulations to the following Soulfriends of the Month for August 2010

Lady Persephone

As usual, a role model for all Soulfriends nationwide and all apprentices of all the Paths worlwide with her dedication, cheerfulness, willingness to work hard, equanimity, intelligence, devotion, loyalty and many other traits too numerous to mention. The Central Path is honored to train you in the Ancient Arts of Wisdom. 

Lady Andromeda

The Soulfriends family gives you thanks for your enthusiasm in helping our family grow. Born into your own mother religion, you, nevertheless, are displaying unparalleled understanding of the similarities and differences between religion and spirituality. You can see that both reinforce each other’s insights and lessons. Balancing deftly between two worlds, you demonstrate to us that a devoted religious person can be an astute student of the Ancient Arts of Wisdom. Your video productions are moving works of art. We thank you.

Lady Isis

You are a very busy woman. You are the epitome of the juggler. Deftly multi-tasking as a mother, guidance counselor, organizational leader, friend, sister and more. Yet , you do manage to find time for the Soulfriends. We congratulate you on your willingness to expand the horizons of your students. May this impending collaboration between the exoteric academic world and the esoteric world of spiritual seekers bring insights to both realms. You are my friend but that is not the reason you won this award. You deserve it po. Blessed be!

Lady Arwen Nike

My daughter, I am bestowing you this addition to your soulname as a foretaste of things to come. Pronounced “nay-ki” it is the aspect of Lady Athena of Ancient Greece. Beloved patron of Athens, the Nike aspect of Athena is the archetype of victory in war. Not surprisingly the shoe company has adopted it too. You have understood the importance of hard work and the necessity of perseverance for the triumph and accomplishment of long-term plans. This month, you have been “awakened” to the love of duty. May this soulname aspect and award spur you to new heights of excellence, both personal and academic. 

Ladies, congratulations once again and blessed be!

Mabuhay po, 

Sensei

May It Be Music Video

  Dedicated to Soulfriends

EXPANDED CHAPTER OF THE LAY

THE LAY OF PACIFIS

Citadel of the Masked Man

Principality of Udareon

The Conjoined Kingdoms of Pacifis

The guard stiffened upon seeing the personage who entered from the dark corridor. All his senses became awake. A wrong move, even the slightest mistake, and your life could be forfeit when talking to the stern and cruel man whose footsteps were almost as loud as his voice.

“My Lord.”

“How is the prisoner?’ Direct and without the slightest hint of courtesy.

“Perhaps a day or two my Lord, at most.”

“Open the cell, bring me the truth serum.”

“But, my Lord, the Duchess gave instructions…..”

“I don’t care what she told you. I am supreme in these matters. Bring me the truth serum. Now!”

“At once, my Lord.” The guard meekly went to get the truth serum from the medic. This was in opposition to the express wishes of the Duchess Wylhelmina. But he had no choice. At least the Duchess was merciful, sometimes. This man with the loud voice was not.

The ArchDuke entered the threshold of the prisoner accompanied by his personal bodyguards. They closed in a circle around the hapless man.

Who was gaunt, frail and in the brink of death.

“Awaken him!”

One of the bodyguards slapped the prisoner who awakened with a start, and then groaned. Wounds wracked his frail body. The hint of decomposing body parts hang in the air.

“You know who I am?”

“ArchDuke…….”

“Still aware, are you? Good. Now, you know why I am here. If you tell me what I need to know now, you shall be spared a painful death. My guards will even give you a proper burial. Today or tomorrow. If not, you know what awaits you. Now tell me, what did you see in the plains of Alenora?”

“The Duchess promised to spare me.” The prisoner coughed, blood spewing out of his mouth.

The cruel duke performed his signature sardonic smile. The Duchess, the duchess, the duchess…..will she always be a barrier to his every move?

“Where is the serum?!”

“Here my Lord”, the attending guard arrived, holding a bottle with a greenish fluid. Some kind of worm was at the bottom of the bottle. It was wriggling and curling around itself.

“Choose your manner of death, mortal!” the cruel man deliberately displayed the bottle in front of the prisoner’s face. “What did you see in the plains of Alenora? Speak or die a horrible death!”

“Cruelty has always been your trademark……,” the prisoner began but the duke struck him full in the face with his gauntlet. A fresh wound appeared. The prisoner groaned. Pitifully.

“Pour this into his mouth,” the cruel duke ordered one of his bodyguards, who complied.

“Noooooooo!!!” The prisoner managed a cry before the contents of the bottle was inserted forcefully into his mouth. What little strength he had left was of no avail.

Moments passed. The duke’s sardonic smile deepened.

Convulsions wracked the hapless prisoner. Cries of anguish filled the air. His stomach began to wriggle by itself, as if a creature there had sprung and was intending to be released.

Words began to spew out. Involuntarily.

“It was night. We were awakened by a neighbor. Something was happening. Fires all around us. We were curious ,so we went out into the plain. Many of us. Villagers mostly. Then, soldiers of Atlantis arrived. In their vessels. Hundreds of them. Perhaps numbering a thousand. I can’t be sure now. They herded us, prevented us from reaching the plain.”

Words alternating with cries of pain, rising in intensity now. The prisoner was thrashing, something coming out of his mouth. Not blood, it was greenish.

“Give him water. Quickly!” The bodyguards complied.

“But the soldiers were not quick enough. Some of us were able to sneak into the plain. We were just curious, you see. We used horses, yes, horses. My own horse died………”

“And then? Speak faster! What did you see on the plain?!”

A hole was being created in the stomach of the prisoner, something was coming out!

“Nooooooooooo…….What did you do to me?”

“Speak!”

“It was….it was a …….The soldiers from Atlantis, they……they….”

“WHAT DID YOU SEE?!”

A final convulsion. The tell tale signs of utter agony. The eyes glazing.

“My Lord?” One of the bodyguards hissed a warning.

Moments now. Then, the most horrible cry of agony. The stomach bulging, then opening, something was coming out! Now!

“SPEAK, damn you!”

But the prisoner could no longer speak.

“Burn him!”

The bodyguards converged on the prisoner, burning him alive with torches, just as his stomach opened up, a creature was beginning to come out!

“Step back!”

The bodyguards all managed to step back while the cruel duke hurled something into the prisoner, who exploded in flame, right before their eyes. What remained of the “thing” trying to come out was also destroyed in the flame.

ArchDuke Nemeo of Pacifis took one last look at the scene.

Then departed the cell to confront his mother, the Duchess Wylhelmina, Regent of Udareon.

…………………………………………………….

At the ruins of an ancient castle in the hills of Udareon, the adept severed the link with the Citadel of the Masked Man. Breathing easily now, that link was very frail. But he heard enough. As expected, ArchDuke Nemeo blundered his advantage, giving in to his usual fit of rage. Typical of his House. His rivals and enemies are going to gloat. After all, he could not even derive the needed information from the prisoner. A prisoner already condemned to die.

The adept considered the things he heard. Data. He needed data to analyze the various probabilities as well as the countermoves he needed to make. The fact that “the event” happened in the plains of Alenora was already known to everyone. But exactly what happened there, yes, that was the problem. The prisoner said little. It happened at night. Soldiers of Atlantis were present. This means the event was anticipated? Or the commotion caused by the event was heard by enough ears in the stoic palaces of Atlantis. Stoic indeed. Fires all around us, the prisoner said.

Now that was unusual. If there was a fire, didn’t the ever competent Atlantis people strive to contain it? Or were they just at the site perchance? Almost improbable too. Atlantis loved control. In fact, they were at the site because they craved control. Oh yes.

Too bad the prisoner died. He was about to tell more.

So? What does the available data tell me?

Well, it tells me that I don’t have enough information yet. I need to access another source.

Gesturing, the adept opened a portal using one of the magickal objects he always carried. A small portal, lest one of the adepts of Pacifis would notice. His knapsack contained lots of magickal objects, to be sure. A privilege given by his patron. Or group of patrons. His assignments bordered on the utterly dangerous anyway. It is a miracle he still came back from these forays. The adept chuckled, he loved adventure. And this was the grandest adventure of them all.

He turned to leave. He must go to the Plains of Alenora, which was located near the very borders of Atlantis. No choice now. He needed more data. He stepped into the portal.

…………………………………………………………………………..

Deep inside the catacombs in a far away land, two men in the dark cowls of utter midnight black looked at each other and at the object that they were using to spy on the adept as well as on the scene lorded over by ArchDuke Nemeo. Similar sigils were branded into their foreheads. A symbol of two serpents.

“So they know.” Hissed one of them, breaking the silence.

“Indeed,” said another. This one had a strange rasping sound when he talked.

“We must inform He-who-sees-beyond-stars.”

“And we must destroy those who know.”

The two disappeared deep in the catacombs. A silence, deep and abiding, settled once again on the catacombs.

The silent war of the Three Lands had begun.

A war for the ultimate prize.

Gaea itself.

LOGO UPDATE

Lady Intricati, 

Greetings!

Kindly post all your logo entries in the Photo portion of this blog.

They are close to the designs that I would like the group to have…..

Mga Anak, 

Kindly observe the logo entries of the Intricati. 

They work, yun nga lang hindi pa perfect.

So modify your entries in the same manner.

Goodluck and Blessed be to everyone.

Sangkaterbang entries dito sa blog in the next few days.

Including reflections on our “Snap Gathering!”

………and the most incredible revolutions in the Soulfriend of the Year race.

For we now have two new ones jolting to the very top!

Abangan.

ORACLE OF SYMMETRY POLL

Mga anak, if ever matuloy tayo sa Rune Banishing, Im contemplating the ancient ritual of self knowledge called the Oracle of Self Knowledge.

It was last performed in the 14th Century in a castle in Spain! Another name for it is the Oracle of Symmetry. Goal? To erase negative karma of past lifetimes, to achieve balance. It is a beautiful ritual, different. Why, kasi it is a ritual of Level 4 and up. That means someone has reached Level 3 sa inyo.

Only 12 Grandmasters even recall how to do it. Only 5 , including me, are given permission to do it! A rare gift! So kindly inform your kapatids to vote at this latest poll. Kung sakali, 2 rituals in one day.

However, it is elaborate. It’s like an intricate dance. Every step must be perfect. Planning must be done.

The Oracle of Symmetry is different. Very different from the rituals you are accustomed of doing. As in. It erases certain negative karma from certain previous lifetimes. It does not belong to the “chanting ritual” type. It belongs to the “revelatory ritual” category.

My regards to everyone,

QZP 

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Memory Lyrics

Before the Ancient Journey Began……

“Why does the Queen send me on a perilous and mysterious journey?” Thera asked.

“My child, she wants to awaken the Power within you, in the proper manner.” Lady Kianna answered.

“But why, can’t I just stay here in the Palace, like my cousins?”

“They too have taken their own journeys, young one, and the others will soon take theirs, too.”

“But I am afraid.”

“You shall have guardians, the High Mage Gra’avianos, founder of the Order, shall be with you.

And your own cousin, Ciri, shall be with you too.”

“I thought they went to Pacifis……”

“They await you at the crossing, young one, in fact you shall pass by one of the Kingdoms of Pacifis.”

Levithera’s eyes brightened. Her anxiety diminishing, she ventured to ask one last question.

“High Lady Kianna, what will happen at the end of the journey?”

“You shall pass the Gates of Fire, and then you shall enter a Garden…………

Lady Kianna embraced her niece and whispered the remaining sentences.

Pure joy emanated from Levithera’s face, the delight of incredible expectation about to be fulfilled.

From Lao Tzu

“Know the male, but stick to the female!”

                                                            Lao Tzu

From Lady Cynthara Kan

“Why do the energy systems of the universe cycle, O Learner?

Why do they need to have a rhythm?

Why is change ubiquitous?”

(”Reflect on these and you shall solve the Paradigms of Dancing Light!

And only then can you be called a Master of the Eastern Path……..”)

MORE NORMS

Norm of Swords to the following:

Paul Atreides

Persephone

Orithya

Arwen

Hiromatsu, and

Wren Shannara

for participating in the Riddles Quiz last August 29.

Norm of Swords awarded to Paul Atreides for hurdling the Synastry Exercise.

Norm of Chalices awarded to Lady Menandore for recruiting Lady Euterpe!

Lady Euterpe, welcome to the Soulfriends family!

(Perhaps this development presages the impending creation of a Soulfriends hymn? Abangan!)

Soulfriends Baguio / Walking In The Air ☺☻♥

SF NL (Northern Luzon)

Greetings to the following SF NL Pioneers:

Klarence                                    2000 SCI

Karla Marie                                2000 SCI

Reynold (Gandalf)                    2200 SCI

Jamaica                                     2000 SCI

Claudette (Yellow)                   2200 SCI

Jane                                           2000 SCI

Fatima                                        2000 SCI

GREETINGS

Greetings to Lady Sarah Brightman, 

a Master of the Western Path, and 

one of the true Guardians of Gaea.

From the Soulfriends Family.

SCARBOROUGH FAIR LYRICS

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Without no seam nor needle work,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Between the salt water and the sea strand,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She once was a true love of mine.

WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER LYRICS (Sarah Brightman)

Words and music by Brian May

Who waits forever anyway?

PASSING THE TORCH

PASSING THE TORCH

At the Hidden Fortress of House Imaronn

Lemuria

The horses speeding towards the ancient fortress on top of the hill were like arrows willing themselves to reach a target. Time was of the essence. Multiple changes of mounts already insured that they would reach the fortress on time, but the woman in the lead horse was not so sure. The missive she received from her colleague indicated the utmost urgency. She would have travelled by portal, but there was no portal arch available in the immediate environs. In addition, multiple wards have been set in place around this region since time immemorial. For all intents and purposes, this hill and the fortress did not exist at all.

Lady Cynthara Kan, High Mage of Lemuria, guided her horse towards the gate with haste. She did not wait for her guards to assist her and she dismounted gracefully. She almost ran towards the fortress entrance and was met by another woman, who was as beautiful as she. They hurriedly exchanged the customary ritual greeting among mages.

“How is he?”

“Barely alive,” said Lady Apsanaia Lareintos. “I thought you wouldn’t reach us on time.”

“We practically exhausted all the horses. It is time someone built a portal station here.”

“But that would reveal us to the enemy,” replied Apsa. “Come, let us hurry.”

“Indeed, there is time for talk later.”

The two lady high mages raced to a room inside the fortress, their guards and attendants left gaping in their wake.

Situated deep within the hidden fortress, the room was sparse, with the barest furnishings. A section in a wall was crammed with scrolls of all kinds. Writing materials were distributed in a table with a chair. A young woman, Seleneia, who was attending the dying man, rose to greet the two ladies.

 “Welcome, Lady of Kan, he has been expecting you.” Seleneia indicated the old man in the bed.

“Is he………” Cynthara began.

Selenaia nodded her head, as if anticipating the question.

The two high mages approached the dying man respectfully.

“Cynthara, Apsanaia. Come closer.” An old man with a beautiful voice. Handsome features, gentle appearance. Even in death, this personage had the most elegant bearing.

They did.

“Mientorin.” It means honored teacher or preceptor. The two beautiful ladies bowed respectfully in the Lemurian grand fashion. They also curtsied elegantly. Approaching the bed, they kneeled in deference.

“My voice has lost its volume, I’m afraid, so you will have to bear with me.” The old man even managed a chuckle.

“It does not matter, High Lord, we are ennobled by this invitation to spend time with you.” Apsanaia had a very beautiful voice herself. She used to sing at dinners of the Court of Mages. That was before her many duties took precedence. Now it was only Lady Innaralys who sang, a good singer, pity. Her thoughts went back to the present.

The lady was saying that it was to their honor that they were summoned. She did not need to add that the old man was dying, and it was a great honor to be summoned by their former Preceptor. That as much was obvious.

“There are several scrolls I would like the Court to study more. I will send them with Selenaia. She has been of great help these last few days. I am affixing her to the House of Lapareon, I trust she will be taken cared there.”

“Of course, my Lord, we shall see to it,” said Cynthara.

“The men who will stay here after me, I have already given instructions as to how best to utilize its facilities and peculiarities. See to the transition.”

“Yes, my Lord,” said both ladies in unison.

“Excellent. There are some additional matters I would like to discuss with you, daughters.” This gentle old man called everyone sons and daughters. And why not, he was the Grand Preceptor after all.

The old man paused, as if to catch his breath. Both ladies glanced at Selenaia, who rushed to give a glass of water. The old man gratefully acquiesced. He paused and studied his two former students.

A silence.

A silence that evoked memories of the past. Good memories. Memories of being trained, and taught by this gentle old man. A wise man of incredible knowledge and wisdom. A paragon of the Guardians of Gaea. Although sorrowful because of the impending death of their mentor, nevertheless the two ladies displayed gratitude beyond measure. For being summoned here today.

The wise old man nodded to his attendant and Selenaia brought something to the bed. She uncovered its contents and both ladies gasped in surprise. Objects of power! Incredible power! This old man was the guardian of such.

“Apsanaia.”

The lady approached closer.

“Take these gauntlets. You will need them someday. Never take them out of your sight.” The fabled Gauntlets of Gariminn, able to generate defensive shields as well as emit magefires of incredible magnitude. A lady warrior’s dream. This would make the Lady Apsanaia almost invulnerable.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“You shall venture south. You will need to be clever to evade the enemy at first, for she is very strong at sea. You must choose your terrain, in this case, the mountains. The highest peaks known to man. You are among the strongest in the realm of Air and Earth. Use it to your advantage. The young boy Tsentoran must be with you.”

“Yes, High Mage.”

“You shall establish one of the nodes of the future deep within those mountains. A node, a center where the guardians of humanity can grow without interference.  Similar to what we have here in Lemuria. You must go deep, you understand? Deep within those mountain ranges. Do not rest until you find the deepest possible habitation for men. There you shall find a community.”

“I will do as you say Mientorin,” replied Lady Apsanaia. “Thank you!”

“Cirithonus will know whom to assign as your other companions,” the wise old man added.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Excellent.” The wise old man now beckoned to Lady Cynthara, who also approached closer.

“Take these.” The old man gave her eight stones carved with sigils. The stones were evidently magickal, and they glowed with an eerie green haze. The Paradigms of Dancing Light! Her dying mentor was giving her the spells that defined and measured the processes of change! One of the strongest known to man!

“My Lord, I am honored by this gift.”

“The Cymbelline Order and the Gra’avian Order must work together to uncover the full potential of these stones. Work with them as a group from now on, but you must bring these with you when you depart.”

“It will be as you say Mientorin.”

“You shall venture east, where you must traverse a certain peninsula, travel inward until you reach a border, whose dimensions are indicated in the final scrolls written for you. There you shall find a community also. Nurture them well, for they shall reach the stars!”

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you!”

“Your daughter, Enawuyian, must accompany you on this journey. She shall be the mother of this community after you enter the Undying Lands.” Her daughter had a mutation, which the Court of Mages has determined will alter the course of history.

“I hear and obey my Lord.”

“In addition to those I already gave them, here are additional scrolls for Cirithonus and Hanarian. Give it to them personally, you two.” And the wise old man brought forth scrolls which were at his side in the bed. The two ladies took them carefully. They were very ancient. “Give them my greetings and blessings. I shall be with all of you in spirit.”

The two ladies were now holding back tears.

“It is done. I have done as much as I can for all of us here. And for our cause. Perhaps in the next lifetime I shall have time for more aesthetic pursuits,” the old man smiled.

The two ladies smiled back.

A pause, the gravity of what is about to occur could not be underscored enough.

Then the old High Mage gestured.

“And now…….”

Sensing this gesture, the two ladies bowed respectfully, glanced at each other, and linked hands together with the old man. Together, they entered the silence. Moments passed.

Presently a gentle sensation arose in the two high mages. Tendrils of the power suffused them, golden light dancing in the rhythm of a beautiful cadence. The Quickening! The passing of the torch! The transfer of power! An ancient ritual, evoked since the dawn of Time itself. The wise old man was surrendering his legacy for safekeeping to these two, his favorite students this lifetime. The gentle emanations flew back and forth, back and forth. The two ladies felt as if transported to Paradise. A long moment passed.

Then, it was done. The gift has been given. The Quickening was a success!

The two high mages made the ritual bow of obedient students to honored master.

“Time was, time is, time shall be.” The wise old man intoned.

“Time was, time is, time shall be.” The two replied.

Having performed his duty, the wise old man reclined again. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, for he knew the next time he opened them shall be his last. This lifetime. A savoring indeed, for he has done much. But there was more work to be done. All his students, and not just these two, must carry on the torch now.

He opened his eyes for the last time.

“Any questions?” Still being a teacher.

Taken by surprise, the two ladies shyly looked at one another. Overcome by the gravity of the moment, they could not speak at all. Then, they looked back at their mentor.

“Lemuria shall rise again. Look to the two of them to find a way” The two ladies immediately knew who he was referring to. “The Exodus is necessary. It shall bear fruit. This is our gift to Gaea this lifetime. We are the guardians after all. We can do no less.”

“Yes my Lord,” replied the two ladies in unison.

“It is who we are,” the old man pointed out.

The old man sighed. He knew it was time.

The seconds hurtled through existence. Oh, how fast can time fly in moments like this!

“Farewell.”

And the old man passed the gates of mortal time, into the Undying Planes.

Lord Daranos Imaronn, High Mage of Lemuria, adviser to the first Cymbelline order, was dead.

A silence embraced the whole fortress of Imaronn. The silence of a keep grieving with its master.

The two lady mages began chanting the Lay of Mourning.

(And so the High Mage passed the torch to two of his students.

Lady Cynthara Kan would lead the convoy to venture into the East. True to her word, she trained her daughter in the Ancient Arts of Wisdom, and passed her the torch in her turn.

Lady Apsanaia Lareintos would lead the convoy which ventured into what we would call as the Himalayas Mountain Range. By defeating Morgana in the Duel of the Mountains she  earned the monicker, the Avenger of Lemuria.

As to Lord Daranos Imaronn, he would be reincarnated as one of the greatest geniuses in the drama of human history.)

DIRGE TO A LAZY SEEKER

DIRGE TO A LAZY APPRENTICE

 By QZP

Your labors are sparse, do you

take me for a fool then, lazy one, for if

one who dreams of cathedrals stoops to

the level of imbeciles, what glories

the Summit may offer are drowned

in the bestial cries of ignorance?

Your labors are sparse, do you

perchance play a game of hide

and seek in the caverns of matter soiled

by the blood of a thousand hermits and

martyrs whose names are dust in the winds

of time and fortune?

Your labors are sparse, do you

lack the joy of beating hearts and seek

solace in the palms of our communal suffering

entwined in the embrace of solitude whose

face you spurn in the light of the retreat

of your mirror from your beloved’s embrace?

Your labors are sparse, have you designed to

snatch time from your brothers and sisters

whose brows sweat from the toil of fighting

 against the vagaries of corporeal existence marred

by man’s unwillingness to wield hammer against

the stone of apathy and misunderstanding?

Your labors are sparse, do you

play with the toys of youth, seeing that

time is against your side and endeavor

to ravish your senses upon the dying of

the Light in these deserts of sorrow, sands

ticking away so unobtrusively?

Your labors are sparse, do you

realize that waiting for the mere scraps

of knowledge thrown upon the pleasures

of your boat are pale reflections of what

can be gleaned from the veritable

ocean of divine wisdom you have missed?

Your labors are sparse, then let us allow

you to die the slow death of oblivion

matching the ebbing of your memory from our

minds with the surety that we have not

missed you for you were never at our sides

in this fearless voyage of the Mystics!

APHORISM OF LADY PERSEPHONE

What is a Soulfriend?

“A joy in the heart, 

a puzzle in the mind,

a completeness in the soul.”

TO LADY ORITHYA

To Lady Orithya,

Greetings!

This is to officially announce your promotion as Inspector-General of Soulfriends Baguio. This is an independent office. Your immediate superior shall be the Intricati. You are answerable only to the Intricati and myself.

Your duties:

Study ways of improving the performance of every member of Soulfriends Baguio.

Enforce the Code of Ethics of the Soulfriends. Report any breach of conduct to the Intricati or the President directly.

Maintain and submit a record of your performance appraisal for every member of Soulfriends Baguio. This shall be known as the IGA, or the Inspector-General’s Appraisal and Evaluation system. Its rating components are letter C and letter R. The mark C means “competent or satisfactory rating.” On the other hand, the mark R means “recommended for disciplinary action and/or unsatisfactory performance.” Kindly maintain your IGA ratings in a notebook specifically designed for that purpose. Let us, say, have IGA’s once a month. You may begin for the month of August.

Be the paragon or exemplar of group spirit, morale and motivation.

All other duties as assigned by the President.

Congratulations and blessed be!

Fraternally yours,

Sensei

PROMOTIONS

To Lady Isis, you are promoted as the new External Affairs Officer of Soulfriends Baguio! Congratulations!

You will head the newly-formed EXECOM, External Affairs Committee, to be composed of the following:

Isis, Chairman

Arwen, Member

Persephone, Member

Paul Atreides, Member

Siren Solfege, Member

It is my belief that you have an idea of the goals of this new committee. I shall post your full mandate soon. 

(P. S. To Lady Isis, a gift for a gift. 

Upon full approval of our “classified project” I am presenting a gift to the UC Guidance personnel. I will cast natal charts for ALL guidance counselors who are interested, FOR FREE, most especially Sir Roland. This data is required:

complete name 

complete birthday

accurate time of birth

birth place. 

May our “impending partnership” be beneficial for all concerned. I shall present your natal charts on the “date” of our “classified project.” For now, it remains known only to you, Arwen, Perse and myself. Blessed be! Hope this makes the UC Guidance personnel happy.

To Paul Atreides, 

Greetings! 

You are promoted as the Junior External Affairs Officer, your immediate superior being Lady Isis!

Congrats!