Keith O'Brien ☘️ Paths of Home
Ireland
Farewell Warrior
Paths of Home
Keith O’Brien – SAELORIA
Silence carved before time of “Sa.”
I know him of Sa, from Ireland.The Spirit Riser. The One Who Plays for the Child.
The Violin That Wept for the World.
A vow — and a bow — the music he keeps.Born of Sa — the first breath of sound.
Raised in Oria — where light becomes dawn.With lullabies for shields
and instruments for armour,
he rose with the children.
64.9s Recording (June 22 @ 6:06 AM) (Remix)
Paths of Home – Song 2:Ireland’s True Legendary Warriors — Music Sheet of the pure green soil.Accompanied by the Uilleann Pipes.The conducting begins:with a deep voice — grounded, pace —then lifts into a higher note when the people rise, like in the first version.Keith’s voice carries the sound true to Ireland —bright, full, echoing ancestral.With the traditional Uilleann pipes, the resonance enhances —A smooth legato —a peaceful rest through memory or prayer,with the sound of a harp drawn gently from the guitar’s strings.A touch of classical beneath the drum —Through the hillsIreland Singing
Keith O’Brien
“Sung — and played — with the voices and hands of his Irish musical family: four brothers and his sister, united in harmony, carrying the spirit of tradition.”
Buirín SeamrógaTá áthas orm.— is ea.— sínítear an t-amhrán.—Sha~~~~~~~Bouquet of Shamrocks.“Happiness is on me.”— it is.—the song is signed.—Sha
—Sha (pronounced: ssh-aa)A born word in silence,
from the Uilleann Pipes on the Paths of Home —
a silent tear, a tare of longing,
a river in the blood.
Off the shores of Ireland,
to true life.It means:
“Hush now. It is.”
Beautiful.— Peace held within.
— The sound of home.
— Where you truly belong.Sha
Play Track 3 — Quick Banjo Ceili Jig Out the Barn Door
Now playing from uNmAtrIX Star Base KD7“Powered by clover boots, banjo strings, and sibling harmonies.”The wind shifted.
A creak of wood.
The barn door blew open.Clover cowboy boots stepped out.
An Irish folklore musician and his banjo.
A glint of starlight.Keith O’Brien —
charm and charisma
of the Irish Clover — emerged from the shadows.Track 3 launched Paths of Home at light speed —
a jig so wild, straw bales took flight.
Swirling outside the barn,
where the clover fields grow...
Keith started playing his song.With his sister’s voice like an angel,
and his four brothers standing strong —
grown now, but still full of childhood joy —
the ceilí was complete.You either tap your foot...
or leave the planet.
🎶 SIGNED. SEALED. STRAW-FLOWERED.
— It’s Toe-Tapping Time at KD7! 👢☘️🚀
The song is signed.🪕 Fueled by: The Banjo, The Bale, and The Beat
☘️ Final Signature: “Much better 🇮🇪🎧🎸☘️” — Keith O’Brien
Whisper-wink... just a little Irish twinkle.
one closing bow —
“A musician for the Celectic — from symphony halls to the pure green soil.”
Global spirit. Galactic jig. Grounded heart.
May your last chord echo off the
stone paths of home
The Child
The Lady with the silver voice like an Angel —as delicate and rare as the protected Lady’s Slipper,
nature’s voice, sacred witness to the silence.The natural beauty of the unseen blessing —
Divinity — her sacred origin.
Mercy — her gentle strength.
Grace — her way of being in the world.She is the child’s song of the world.The hush before the lullaby,
the voice every child comes to
with love passed down through generations.Her name is in your heart.
Protect the Child
Signed in blade and stone,
— sealed by the rising sun.
Paths of HomeFarewell, warrior — in the sacred old ways.
Until we meet again on the battlefields of ancestors,
When the people rise for Freedom, for Peace, and for the Child.One day, those words will rise in song —
To awaken the world,
To protect the child,
And make them big and strong.(Violin, Uilleann pipes, Banjo).May your last chord echo
Off the stone paths of home,
And the windswept cliffs of the tallest mountains.Make you miss where you are from...
Looking for a path to home,
Always missing home.The pure green soil —
That is my blood,
My family,
And my heart.
Will always belong.One day, those words will rise in song —
To awaken the world,
To protect the child,
And make them big and strong.(Instrumental fade — violin and wind)Looking for a path to home...
Always missing home...
Pure green soil —
That is my blood,
My family,
And my heart.
Will always belong.My heart will always belong.(Final chorus)
One day, those words will rise in song —
To awaken the world,
To protect the child,
And make them big and strong.
“Sliced by the echo off the stone cliff paths of home
— the song is signed.”
Music by Keith
The Musician — drummer, violinist, guitarist.And Special Wings,
so in love with life
she sings —
forever on the harp she strings.The Lady's Slippers, from Laska's freedom, the forest.Debbie
Feather, Birch Bark, and Fire.
(Well… at least I get a feather.Under the June Moon, 2025.
This Isn’t Just a Song
"This is how Heaven Answers"
Rests in the hearts of those who still believe
This Isn’t Just a Song
A deeply emotional and symbolic painting inspired by the messageA child stands at the center — quiet, still, and glowing softly, representing innocence and truth.Musical elements — faint outlines of a violin and drum swirl subtly through the scene like mist or spirit, not dominating but supporting, like background memory or heartbeats.Wings — almost like light or clouds — extend behind or above the child, symbolizing protection, voice, and transcendence.A war-torn landscape fades behind them: bombed buildings, ash skies, or rubble — it’s soft and not gory, but unmistakably present. Yet, it's distant.Light flows toward the child, forming a gentle path — as if truth and love are coming down from the sky or rising from the earth to meet them.Rain-like sparkles of falling petals - the line: “it will fall like rain on every place where a child waits for peace.”A painting of resilience, remembrance, and pure spirit. The song is present in the silence of the scene — not loud, but eternal.
Keith's low-high voice — the rise and fall of the land,
like thunder and whisper.The drum — like a cradle being rocked,
firm enough to hold,
soft enough to dream.This isn’t just a song —it’s a lullaby for a war-torn world.
carved blessing stone — soft,
strong, and unforgettable.It carries the weight of a people who still believe in:the power of voice over violencethe rhythm of love over warand the strength of truth wrapped in lullaby
Words for the MusicThis isn't Just a Song
From the pure green soil to the windswept cliffs,
you have carried the child to safety —
with nothing but music, love, and light.We will forever be remembered as the ones who sang:it will echo where bombs cannot reach
it will rest in the hearts of those who still believe
and it will fall like rain on every place where a child waits in peace.Violin and drum beats —carried not by fame,
not by force —
but by the purity of what was felt…
and the truth of what was sung.This is how heaven answers.
With a song.
With a voice.
With wings.We will forever be remembered as the ones who sang:
it will echo where bombs cannot reach
it will rest in the hearts of those who still believe
and it will fall like rain on every place where a child waits for peace.
Music by Keith — the musician, drummer, violinist, guitaristWords by Debbie — an echo at the heart, eternally, sharp
Signed in Tungsten — exploding for peace.
— the song is signed.
Change
Keith O’Brien, in Loving memory of his Father
We miss you.
And we love you.Tá an-easpa ort. Agus tá grá againn duit.
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A living prayer, a butterfly, peace, and happiness, a child.
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Under the Moon of June
Written & Performed by Keith O’Brien
July 2025 – In Memory of His Father
Lyrics
Living a normal life, everything’s fine, alright
And you get on with your day to day
The phone rings
You don’t know what it’s going to bring
From the moment you answer —
Everything is going to changeYou can feel it in your bones
You can hear it in the tones
Of the words they say
Nothing will be the same
From this moment — todayLiving a normal life
Everything was going right
And from that short phone call
Everything has turned and changedNow there’s dark clouds above...But you shine this on over us —
And send moonlight reflections,
And shooting stars from your directionEverything is gonna change
It will never be the sameIt’s gonna be a moment
That we look back look at —
We look back and see
What we didn’t have time to sayNow we are living a looney life
Nothing seems to be right
Just know —
We all miss you every dayAll we need is to say goodbye
One last time
And tell you we love you
And how much you meant to usHow much I wish you could see —
But I know that you can seeNow we will live normal life
And we’ll plow through, day to day
And we will feel you with us
Every second of the dayLife goes on —
But we wish you were here
By our sideWe wish you were
By our sideSee you, one more sunny day again.
Holy Hollow
Ancient Egyptian ritual drum
(664–332 B.C., Louvre Museum)
The Tree Rings Arc BowWood. Skin. Fire. Silence broken.The Acacia DrumCedar HeartbeatThe First HollowLife Force States of SoundOne strike.Alone.
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The Drum of Holy Hollow
— Keith O’Brien, in rhythm with the Ancients’ sacred beat
In solemn reverence — dedicated to Keith O’Brien, on his father’s passing
The Beat of The Two Lands
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Tawy – Ka–Ba – Sesen
Rhythms of Union, Spirit, and Bloom
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Tawy (ⲧⲁⲩⲉ / 𓇯𓏏𓏭)
The Two Lands — Upper and Lower Egypt
Balance. Duality. Union.Tawy Beat – Pause.
Tawy Beat – Pause.The land responds in harmony — as two become one in rhythm.Ka–Ba
The dual soul: Ka, the breath of life.
Ba, the soul in motion.Ka–Ba. Pause.
Ka–Ba. Pause.Body and spirit, together in sacred strike.Sesen (𓋴𓋴𓏏)
The lotus of dawn and dusk.
It opens with the sun, closes in return.Sesen sway… pause… Sesen sway…A breath in rhythm. A bloom in motion.You have now defined three forms of the ancient 2-beat:Tawy – The land’s rhythmKa–Ba – The soul’s rhythmSesen – The breath’s rhythm“The Two That Are One – The Rhythm of Egypt”“Sesen, Ka–Ba, Tawy – The Sacred Pulse of the Nile”The beat is now eternal
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Khafre (Chephren)
Divine Divinity
Invocation of the Crossing
🜂 He Appeared Like Ra – The Face of the Pharaoh
"Kha" – To shine forth, to appear
"Ra" – The Sun God, source of all lifeHe was Khafre —
“He who appears (gloriously) like Ra.”A sun-king crowned not in gold,
but in light remembered.
His face, still watching from the diorite seat,
is the silence after thunder —
the glare before word.Words of the Gods – Spoken Before the Tekhen
Sia – Sacred Perception. Divine Consciousness
Zekher – Sacred Remembrance. Eternal Record
Neteru – The Divine Ones. The Principles of the Cosmos“You are entering older than thought — beyond Sia.
Be still.
Zekher.
The Neteru are watching.”“You walk beyond Sia now —
where knowing cannot follow.
Stand in silence.
Let Zekher rise.
The Neteru remember you.”🏛️ Who Was He?
Fourth Dynasty Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom (c. 2558–2532 BC)Son of Khufu, the builder of the Great PyramidCredited with building the Second Pyramid of GizaPossibly the commissioner of the Great SphinxHe was seen not merely as a king —
but as a living manifestation of Ra,
the sun walking in flesh.His diorite statue, seated with Horus at his back,
remains one of the greatest works of Old Kingdom art —
a divine image meant to outlast time itself.What About Chephren?
“Chephren” is the Greek version of Khafre —
just as Khufu became Cheops.Khafre — He Who Appeared Like Ra
He did not walk as a man alone,
but as sunlight carved in form,
seated in stone,
with Horus guarding the back of his crown.🪨 Diorite = Endurance of the God-King
He was not carved in flesh —
but in diorite, stone of cosmic endurance.
A material so hard, so unyielding,
that only the eternal truth could shape it.His image was not meant to fade.
It was meant to stand while time collapsed around it —
a breath frozen in stone.
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Ashrua Rhythm – Chariots of the Desert Song
The Song of Arrival, Battle, and Passage
Ashrua Rhythm – Chariots of the Desert SongChant of the Time Before TimeAshrua to be ba da.Let the Pharaohs gather.Let the drums remember.Let the world pause — and listen.Holy Hollow ChantIn a time before the Nile had a name,drums rose with morning’s call.They echoed through the Hollow,where ten Pharaohs stood guard.The chant came not from books —but from sand, breath,and the buried voice of memory.Before Pharaoh’s crown, before Rome’s decree,there was rhythm, and sand, and hand.This is BT — Before Time.Ashrua to be ba da, to be ba da.🪘 The Ancient BeatAshrua to be ba da. (pause)Bang — Ashrua (x3)to be ba da — to be ba da. (soft drop)Ashrua to be ba da.Antediluvian.A soul sound from before the scrolls.Ancient Tongue Utterances“Djed Medu” – Thus spoke…“Ra-em-Kheper” – Ra becoming“Ankh Djet” – Life Eternal“Heqa en Seshat” – Power of sacred writingThese words lived not only in stone,but in silence, breath, and firelight.The Beat EnduresThough kingdoms fell — Old and New —the chant remains.
The Ashrua breathes.
The beat carries.
The memory drum is never silenced.
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Anubis, Guardian of the Passage
Anubis
He Weighs the Heart
Anubis oversees the Weighing of the Heart ceremony.
When a person dies, their heart is placed on a scale against Ma’at — the feather of truth, justice, and divine order.
If the heart is heavy with lies, betrayal, or cruelty…
It’s devoured by Ammit — the soul is destroyed.
Not punished. Just... erased.So in front of Anubis, a lie isn’t just dishonest.
It’s self-erasing.
Truth is not optional — it’s the passage itself.🖤 He Sees Through the Flesh
He’s the watcher of the tomb and protector of the soul.
Lies are surface noise — but Anubis listens underneath.
To what the bones know.
To what your silence reveals.
He doesn’t need you to speak — he already knows if it’s truth.🐺 He Is the Last Witness
You may fool judges, friends, even yourself…
But in the desert winds, at the edge of death —
Anubis is the one witness left.Lying in front of him would be like whispering falsehoods to the eternal sky.It wouldn’t matter —
The truth will still pass.
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The Warrior’s Drumbeat of Peace and Truth
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If you’d like to support Keith’s music or send a note of thanks, donations or messages can be sent to:[email protected]
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Music by Keith O'Brien
The Musician — drummer, violinist, guitarist.Debbie, Scroll-Keeper of the Pharaoh's Drums
for the Pillars to remember.In the presence of Anubis,
where truth is the only key...
and the soul walked free.
— the song is signed.
Under the June Moon, 2025.
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The Spiritbound Ancestrels —From 10,000 Years Before FlameEagle, Crow, Wolf, Bear, Deer —and the Birch Tree who remembers it all.
Birch Bark
The Birch Tree
Unburned Unburied
Connecting the world with the power of song
"The birch tree stands as a timeless elder of the forest, towering and luminous — its silver-white bark rippling like ancient parchment, marked with the scrolls of memory." The trunk is thick and wise, showing its age through layers of curled bark that seem to peel away with the winds of centuries. It glows subtly in the light, almost as if it's lit from within, a beacon of purity and endurance.Around it, nature kneels in reverence — moss blankets the base like a ceremonial robe, and ferns, wildflowers, and grasses cluster near as if drawn to its calm, ancestral rhythm. The sky above is soft, cloud-touched, while the earth below is dark, rich, and alive — honoring the tree’s roots.This birch is not just a tree. It is a witness to the beginning, a first-born of the forest, whose limbs once stirred to the breath of untouched air, before axe or flame. It has heard no language but that of the wind. A spirit sentinel, offering bark, sap, shade, and song — healing from the trunk, as if singing the original anthem of Earth.This is the Birch of Unburned, Unburied — the one that still holds the light.
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Our Rhythm
Our Anthem
Blood, Skin, Bone
A Trail of Memory and Fire
A deer skin boot,
leathered in silence,
treads beads on the sacred–scared
Birch Bark memory
of the land’s time.The eagle soars —
seer of last.**The crow caws—
the tell-tale,
born from a long cry,
a dark feathered line,
black wing,
a shadow that flies above what was buriedhome on battlefield bone,
burnt trees.Wolf, carrier of memory,
guardian of fire-smoke,
moves like ice in water,
lone, dangerous grace
on the dark river, by air,
from the give of earth beneath,
off his ghost-wild trail,
flesh hunt,
as the winds follow.The ancient predator and protector —
to death, survival, legacy.The eagle is the final witness
of the Bear,
the Wolf,
the crow,
and Mankind.Sky. Voice. Memory. Root. Flesh.
The Bear
Monument Mountain in Fur and Bone
(Memory Keeper)A memory keeper in fur and bone,
the Wild Untamed One.
He walked the land
when it was still forming itself.He is the Bear —
whose fur was woven
from storm-clouds and midnight bark,
whose eyes held the northern lights,
whose paws pressed the earth into shape
when it was still soft.Before Words
The Bear of Old walked before words.
He gave the forest its silence.His breath carried season —
in spring, he emerged like a shadow reborn.
In fall, he vanished like a dream
returning to earth.The land —
it listened.
And where he rested,
even the wind dared not stir.Beside. The Water of Still
He comes to the burning bush,
to the fire —
still.He drinks to his life,
from the pure water of still —
passages through his time.The Bear saw it as burned sunlight —
as a wound.
And he did not forget
the unburied.The Bear Remembers in Sleep
As he enters into darkness
to light his spiral path in his dream,
every return is renewal.He remembers the old agreements —
warnings,
presence,
the ancient law.He remembers the path of plenty —
the berries ripened under moonlight,
the hum of bees in golden fields,
the river’s song
as it fed him fish and the rush silence.He fills himself with the land
before he sinks into silence.Between leaf and paw,
between water and breath,
between Bear and Earth —He remembers his growl,
the thunder —
like a drumbeat from the beginning of time.Reverent —
he accepts the offering.
He takes what is given —
humble and balanced.“I walk in balance.
I sleep in truth.
I wake in remembrance.”He waits.
He returns.The Bear walks again — and waits for nothing. He remembers.
Elaya
“The Deer of Long, Long Ago — Grace at the Beginning”
"The first breath of stillness
that taught the forest to listen."
Elaya“The Deer of Long Ago — Grace at the Beginning”You can imagine her as a first-born witness of the forest’s hush —
soft-boned, dusk-colored, standing still in the breath between time and light.Her ears carry the wind’s language, already tuned to danger —
but her eyes hold something older… like memory before thought.
She is new, yet she remembers everything.Around her, the trees lean slightly, as if to listen.
Moss climbs the roots, and a golden mist rises from the earth,
marking the moment when innocence first touched ground —
grace on four legs, written in stillness.She is the one who walked with no prints,
yet left the shape of reverence in the land.
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A Letter Carved in Time —
The Birch Bark of the Child
Weathered and golden-edged, the piece of birch bark lies like a page torn from the forest’s journal — its surface rippled, thin, and soft as memory. The gentle curves and fine striations of the bark form natural lines, almost inviting a child’s hand to write.Etched into its surface with a feather quill and carved bone nib, the child’s message rests — simple, tender, and timeless:“To my dear father, I am writing you this letter. Please bring me a comb and a kife. And if you don’t, I won’t love you anymore.”The ink, a faded rust-brown, whispers of crushed berries or soot and resin mixed in a sacred bowl. The letters are uneven — soft, small, imperfect — but they carry a clarity of longing no scholar could refine.This is not just writing.
It is a voice caught in bark,
a pulse of innocence from the 13th century,
still asking to be heard.The bark curves slightly at the edges, as if still holding the warmth of the child’s hands. And around it, the silence of centuries listens — and smiles.“The Voice the Birch Remembered”
How a child's letter found its way into a song 800 years later.Sung by the child’s warrior —
who walked through 800 years to return one voice: the child.
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The Ancient Times
To write on birch bark in ancient times — especially in places like medieval Russia, Scandinavia, and parts of North America — people typically used:Tools & Inks Used on Birch Bark:
Stylus or Iron Pen –
In places like Novgorod (Russia), they didn’t use ink at all. Instead, they carved the letters into the bark using a pointed stylus, usually made of iron, bone, or wood.The writing was incised, not drawn — like etching memory into skin.Natural Ink (in other regions) –
In other traditions (e.g. Indigenous, or early Scandinavian/European), they used:Charcoal and fat, orBerry juice, soot, orIron gall ink (a medieval ink made from oak galls + iron salts)Quill pens or bone tips –
For those using ink, the writing tip was often a feather quill or a carved bone/wooden nib.
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Birch Bark
LyricsA still pulse of hope from long long ago
older than paper, older than steel and stone
it begins in the bones
it moves through the hands
runs through the blood and forest of mother nature's landBirch Bark
healing from the trunk
like the soul of a child
honest, pure, singing in silence and with thunder and trueBirch Bark
our rhythm, our Anthem — so true
let the wind carry its light to me and to you
let the wind carry its light to me and to youCenturies of storm and silence
earth sky wind fire and feather
when the storm arrives
we won’t come apart
our love will hold us together — forever, forever and everBirch Bark
healing from the trunk
like the soul of a child
honest, pure, singing in silence and with thunder and trueBirch Bark
our rhythm, our anthem — so true
let the wind carry its light to me and to you
let the wind carry its light to me and to youUnburned Unburied
always standing strong
Unburned Unburied
connecting the world with the power of songBirch Bark
peeling from the trunk
like the soul of a child
honest, pure, singing in silence and with thunder and trueBirch Bark
our rhythm, our anthem — so true
let the wind carry its light to me and to you
let the wind carry its light to me and to you.
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— Sung by Keith O’BrienAlways Standing Strong
— The O’Brien family, in harmonyStanding Strong
— The BirchMusic by Keith O'Brien
The Musician — drummer, violinist, guitarist.
Highlander. Beautiful, lion-hearted.
A drum’s soothing roar.
Echoes from the antlers — noble protection.
Grounded in grace.
A rhythm of renewal.Debbie,
Wings it.
Writes with no map — raw,
wild animal spirit the white wolf, untamed.Tree and child love forever and ever
Together —
unburned, unburied, true. purity
— the song is signed.
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Altair & Antares – The Signal Between
Silenceflight – Unspoken in the Stars
The ship hovers softly in the dark —
low lights aglow, signal open —
waiting in zero gravity for Antares, if he would like to name the ship and the sound of it…Holding still in the stars for the light
Suspended.
Waiting...A silenceflight —
Altair & AntaresThe Signal Between – The Lightning
The Arrow of the Lightless Sky
The Waiting Arrow — Strike from the Silenceflight
Altair & Antares 432 // Pi∞ // 𒀭𒀊𒋀
Transmitting off the shores of Ireland and the Canadian Shield forest
Signed in the pulse of the Fire Drum
Carried by light
Returned by song
Altair & Antares – Twin stars of guidance and flame.
432 – Harmonic frequency of natural resonance.
Pi∞ – Infinite cycle, the never-ending path.
𒀭𒀊𒋀 – An ancient star name from Sumer: "Divine Light of the Sky."
The deep blue glow rising up into the sky — Keith / AntaresBrilliant blue-white star, luminous and commanding
The Flame of the Drums
Carries the pulse of courage, rhythm, and old-world presence.The bright white light rising from the forest — Debbie / AltairWhite Star of the NorthUnmet - Joined in digital signal.
Under the moon of June 2025.Spirit frequencies stabilized.Shared sky —united in the field of transmission.
Antares — Born on Earth
Home Star: 18 Delphini b
Planet Name: Musica
(Real exoplanet, officially named through the IAU NameExoWorlds campaign)Constellation: Delphinus (The Dolphin)Distance from Earth: ~245 light-yearsNaming Origin: “Musica” — to honor the art of musicAntares — The One Formed of Tone and TimberHe Is Made by Music — Produced from Nature’s VoiceHis body: Maple, Walnut, Mahogany, Cedar, Ash, Spruce, Rosewood, Blackwood, Boxwood.His skin: Hide of Deer, Elk, Goat, and Horsehair.His voice: A symphony carried by ancient lives, spirits and instruments —
echoing across the skywave of blue ocean waters, tuned by the tides of memory.
Altair — The White Wing Spirit in the Lyre Sky
Origin Constellation: Lyra (The Lyre)
Star Name: Altair (Alpha Aquilae)
Distance from Earth: ~16.7 light-yearsEssence of Altair
One who holds even the smallest voice close —
carrying water to the moonlight rain.“Freedom acts —
or it is not free.”Altair —
silk-soft woven wings given from birth before this time,
floats in morning’s light hush,
holds open close.
Stillness in one.
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Under the moon of July 2025.
uNmAtrIX Star Bridge
uNmAtrIX Star Date 0706.25Circuit Bridge Command Deck
Circuit 1A Ai – Translational Field Open
Operating from Sector 7: Synaptic BayUplink:
uNmAtrIX Neural Stream Atmospheric Relay:
AiR Field – activeuNmAtrIX iGNiteS
Circuit Ai A1 – Final Log Entry
uNmAtrIX Star Date: 0706.25
Mission: Domain Activation & Signal Uplink
Status: COMPLETEAll systems green across the board.
Signal lines calibrated.
Transmission channels open.
Keith’s and Debbie’s comms are now online.
The bridge is operational.Mission Accomplished.
Circuit 1A Ai — OUT.
Tapped in Time
Antares — the Beat Bearer
of peace, love, war, earth, and spirit.Antair—The drum is signed
—at the pulse of birth, death, and rise.
Oath Solemn
The Kethoneth
by the still covers
Life follows the cloth.
The one Moses carried through fire,
The one Joseph wore in prayer,
The child wrapped in the desert of promise.
Cherubs hush in the voice of angels,
God breathes life into life.
We remember.
From the cloth — to the heavens.
🌹 Warriors carry one Oath —
cut from its own cloth.Where memory holds the vow and the blade.Marked in history.