The Triads of The Bernician

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The man who wouldn’t be king was born in the week of manifestation by surgical intervention; within sight of the famous river that bisects ancient Bernicia; at the heart of the one of only two regions of Ancient Lloegria which never surrendered itself to the tyranny of the invading tribes [the other being the petty kingdom of Cornwall].

His childhood was remarkable for three things: his survival of life-threatening events; his outright rejection of religious dogma; and his insatiable appetite for learning.

His youth was blessed by fearless self-confidence; blighted by the theft of his family’s castle, by all the queen’s men; and misdirected by the godless cult of hedonism into narcissistic pursuit of riches, fame and excess.

His early manhood was blessed by the benevolence of true friendship; burdened by the misery of false love; and culminated in the loss of that which previously shackled his heart to anger, bitterness and self-pity.

Three times he truly believed he had the love of the mother of his unborn children; twice he was forlorn to learn that his head was misplaced; and once he was entirely correct in the most unlikely of circumstances.

There are three things that the man who wouldn’t be king was, is and will ever be incapable of desiring: a kingdom under his rule; any form of government, other than self-government; and the terrible suffering of wars without end and life without truth, freedom and equity.

The man who wouldn’t be king knows that Universal Community Trust is dependent upon three things: the common unity of indigenous peoples; the fellowship and co-operation of all their communities; and the diligent protection of the rights of every individual above those of the collective.

“Let The People live their own lives, not those imposed upon them by banksters, pontiffs and kings”, proclaimed The Bernician, who wouldn’t be king even if his life depended upon it, since he would never aspire to that which he abhors in his fellow Man; namely, the shackling of Free Will, in all of its vainglorious and tyrannous forms.

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