Good Day Bravehearts!
Welcome to this awesome new day. The world brings light into your lives, life into your existence and hope to those who sing for it. Brave new world, a world of hope and inspiration. A world of challenges and excitement. A world for the bold, the daring, the skilled and the champions. Light our lives, oh daring adventurers, for the great good earth has presented a brave new world for exploration, adventure and settlement. Light our lives, oh torches of strength and courage, as the great swells of the ocean, cast you about and hurl you through the darkest and most dangerous storms, to a landing of somewhat safety. Cast your doubts aside and persevere, oh bold and talented chosen ones. The angels fly and their wings surround you as you step to the chosen shore. Safety. The security of the land, the chosen place of a new birth, the cultivation of civilization, wrought from the timbers of the land.
An opportunity so profound, it could not be overlooked. The opportunity of life, of fortune, of fame, of grandeur, all for the sake of a few strong souls who could make it real. The hope of success, the plea for courage, the compelling need to try. The fortune hunter, the inspired authority, the wealth of riches, the greed of plunder. Dreams, inspiration, imagination and flights of fancy. The mind races with prospects of achievement, the brain spins with possibilities. Unlimited opportunity for those who dare. A new world. A new life. A new beginning. To be on the breaking edge of new discovery, new possibility, new everything! A chance. A roll of the dice.
Sooth sayers, fortune tellers, tarot readers, crystal balls. What does the future hold? Tell us, oh wise and enchanted ones. What does it say? Will we be rich? Will we survive? Give us your answer! Tell us our fortunes! Will we survive.
Our luck is surrounding us, the King pledges his trust. His command is omnipotent.
Bold and daring, we must adventure, to cultivate a civilization from the forest of a far flung world. A world of temptation, of persuasion, of allure. The call of this land is the song of the siren, enchanting and haunting it begs us to stay.
” Come!”, whispers the wind, and the swaying branches wave us ashore. The rustling leaves catch the sunlight and play with our senses. A pretty sight. A friendly world. A breathtaking, heart stopping, thought.
Build it! Build it and they will come. The fortune seekers, the treasure hunters, the rich and the poor. Build it and they will come.
To the might of France, to the power of the authority of the King. A brave new world, a fabulous civilization, fashioned from the rough hewn timbers of the forest. An indomitable human spirit. The sailor, the ministry, the adventurer, the pioneer. The champions of new life, new liberty, new beginnings. The torch shines brightly for the souls of those days, as we feast from the harvest of their workmanship, negotiation and peace.
Hail, almighty ones, a country is in the making. Hail oh bravehearts, your backs are breaking. The long and difficult journey to a colony is at hand.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
November 1, 2015