Dear Everyone who reads this blog and travels through time and between worlds to share my adventures in the first century CE
(That was a long greeting, but not as long as Paul of Tarsus’ in his even longer epistles. Don’t worry this is a letter, not an epistle.)
I don’t know if you remember Elizabeth’s six week experiment, during which time I was banished to the comment section? Well, the results are in. Elizabeth has been accepted as a Huffington Post blogger. She is apparently allowed to post her blog here as well as at Huffington Post, so her Tuesday blogs at this spot will continue. And I will continue to COMMENT on them! I also expect to advise her on her blogs and perhaps achieve some mention in them on occasion. I will also communicate with you directly from time to time just as I am today.
How are things in your century? You don’t have to answer that question if it’s too upsetting. I am more or less up on your current events, and am aware of various catastophes in your current events. Catastrophe is also brewing in my time, as you may have gathered if you’ve been following my tweets. (Outside a tree limb just broke. The wind is, excuse the cliche, howling. Better finish this letter quick before the power goes out, something we didn’t have to worry about in the first century).
It is an odd thing to live in and outside of time (maybe everyone does, but we just don’t know it). I know about your supreme court ruling last week, and Elizabeth and I both know what history of the Boudican rebellion, but when we are in the middle of a scene, neither of us knows what will happen next. We have to live it. I have finally told Boudica the truth about who I am, who she is. Now I am waiting to see what happens next. And I will have to wait till Wednesday your time, because of all this blogging and platform building. That is something about your century that I find trying. I didn’t have to have a platform in my time. I just stood on the bare earth, opened my mouth–and well stood on one foot while I inserted the other one.
Elizabeth has to do some research for her blog tomorrow, so I will close for now and post this letter before lightning strikes. Please do keep in touch. And do visit Elizabeth at Huffington Post. She’ll keep you posted on the postings.
Be of good cheer, laugh as much as you can, cry when you need to, and call my name as much as you like, in or out of vain. But if you ever ask yourself WWMD, and you actually do that thing, I really can’t be held responsible!