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I'm
Rob Salzman of
4130 SW 117th Ave # 415 Beaverton, OR,
97005 USA.
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Family Sheet
HUSBAND
Father: Llyr Lear King
Mother: Penardun Queen Of Britain
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NOTES
1). Bran, the Blessed Sovereign, Bren In 36 AD, Bran, Chieftan of Siluria, resigned his c r o w n t o his son Caradoc and became Arch Druid of the co ll e g e of S iluria where he remainined some years until c all e d u pon t o be a hostage for his son. During his seve n ye ar s i n Rom e he became the first royal convert for C hrist ian it y and wa s baptized by Apostle Paul, as was hi s so n Cara do c and th e latter s two sons Cyllinus and Cy non . Hencefo rt h he was k nown as the Blessed Sovereign . H e was the f irs t to brin g the faith of Christ to th e Cymr y. He is als o at tributed a s introducing the use o f vellu m into Britai n. Magna Charta In the earliest Welsh records, it is said that Kin g B r a n t he Blessed first brought Christianity to Britai n b u t i n ot her sources, the credit is given to Linus Cylli n , wh o wa s the only son of Caradoc. This at firs t seem s li k e a contr adiction. But in the genealogy of t he desc endan t s of King B ran it is mentioned that Carado c was th e so n o f Arch, and l ater that he was the son o f King Bra n. Th e ed itor, not know ing what the name Arc h means a n abbrev iate d form of the Gr eek Archon , wa s at a los s to accou nt fo r it being applie d to King Bra n. What i t actually re veal s is that King Bra n was mad e Archon si miliar to Arch bisho p but that afte r the r eturn home o f Linus Cyllin , he hav ing been consecrat e d by St. Paul h imself, the age d King Br an, his grandfath er , resigned th e Archon title t o Linus.History of Wa les ...When they were all gathered together in the palac e , t h e y saw a woman in a strange dress in the middle o f t he h al l . Then she sang these fifty verses to Bran, w hil e th e com pa ny listened to them, and they all saw th e wom an Here is a branch from the apple tree of Emhain, lik e t h o s e that are familiar twigs of white silver on it , an d c ry st al fringes with flowers. There is an island far away, around which the sea ho r s e s g listen, flowing on their white courses against i t s sh in in g shore four pillars support it. It is a delight to the eye, the plain which the host s f r e q uent in triumphant ranks coracle races against c har i o t i n the plain south of Findargad. Pillars of white bronze are under it, shining throug h a e o n s of beauty, a lovely land through the ages of th e wo rl d , o n which many flowers rain down. There is a huge tree there with blossoms, on which t h e b i r ds call at the hours it is their custom that th e y al l ca l l together in concert every hour. Colours of every hue gleam throughout the soft famil i a r f i elds ranged around the music, they are ever joyf u l i n t h e plain south of Argadnel. Weeping and treachery are unknown in the pleasant fam i l i a r land there is no fierce harsh sound there, but s we e t m us ic striking the ear. Without sorrow, without grief, without death, with o u t a n y sickness, without weakness, that is the charact e r o f Em ha in such a marvel is rare. Loveliness of a wondrous land, whose aspects are beaut i f u l , whose view is fair, excellent, without a trace o f m is t. Then is one sees Airgthech, on which dragon stones a n d c r y stals rain down, the sea makes the wave wash agai ns t t h e la nd, with crystal tresses from its mane. Riches, treasures of every color are in Ciuin, hav e t h e y n ot been found? Listening to sweet music, drinki ng c ho ic es t wine. Golden chariots across the plain of the sea rising w i t h t h e tide to the sun chariots of silver in Magh Mo n , an d o f b ronze without blemish. Horses of golden yellow there on the meadow, other h o r s e s of purple color other noble horses beyond them , o f t h e c olor of the all blue sky. There comes at sunrise a fair man who lights up th e l e v e l lands, he rides over the bright plain against w hic h t h e s ea washes, he stirs the ocean so that it beco me s bloo d. There comes a host across the clear sea, to the la n d t h e y display their rowing then they row to the brig h t sto n e f rom which a hundred songs arise. Through the long ages it sings to the host a melod y w h i c h is not sad the music swells up in choruses o f hund re d s , they do not expect decay nor death. Emhnae of many shapes, beside the sea, whether i t i s n e a r or whether it is far, where there are many th ousa nd s o f m otley dressed women the pure sea surround s it. If one has heard the music the sound of music, th e s o n g o f the little birds from Imcgiuin, a troop of wo me n co me s fr om the hill to the playing field where it i s. Freedom and health come to the land around which lau g h t e r echoes in Imchiuin with its purity come immortal i t y a n d joy. Through the perpetual good weather silver rains on t h e l a n d a very white cliff under the glare of the sea , o ve r wh ic h its heat spreads from the sun. The host rides across Magh Mon, a lovely sport whi c h i s n o t weakly in the many colored land with great s pl endo r th e y do no expect decay nor death. Listening to music in the night, and going to Ildath a c h t h e many colored land, a brilliance with clear sple an d o fr o m which the white cloud glistens. There are three times fifty distant islands in the o c e a n t o the west of us each one of them is twice or th r e e ti me s larger than Ireland... My words are not for all of you, through their great w o n d e rs have been told from among the throng of the wor l d l e t B ran listen to the wisdom expounded to him. Do not sink upon a bed of sloth, do not let your bewil d e r m ent overwhelm you begin a voyage across the clea r s e a m t o find it you may reach the Land of Women. Then the woman went from them, and they did not kno w w h e r e she went, and she took her branch with her...Iri s h au thor unknown original 7th 8th century. Bran Raven the Blessed son of Llyr Sea , was crow n e d k i ng of this island, having been raised to the thro n e o f Lo nd on. One afternoon he was at a court of his a t H ardd lec h Ha rlech in Ardudwy he was sitting on th e roc k o f Hard dlec h overlooking the sea, accompanied b y his b roth er Mana wyda n son of Llyr, and his two brothe rs on hi s mot her s si de, N issyan and Evnissyen, and suc h nobleme n as o ught to s urroun d a king. The two brother s on his m other s side wer e the so ns of Eurosswydd an d Bran s moth er Pena rddun, daug hter of B eli, son of Myn ogan. As thes e nobleme n were sitti ng thus th ey saw thir teen ships com ing from t he south of I reland an d makin g for the coast , moving easi ly and swiftly , runnin g bef ore the wind an d approaching r apidly. I se e ships o u t eher making bold ly for out land, said Bran. Tell t he me n of the cour t to equip themselv es and go lear n wh at our vi sitors wan t. The men made rea dy and descend e d to the ship s below , and seeing them clos e up there w er e certain they h ad n ever seen ships bette r turned ou t tha t these, with the i r fine, graceful, hands ome ensig ns of br ocade. They cou ld s ee one of the ships d rawin g ahead of th e others, an d on tha t ship a shield wa s ra ised above the d eck with t he point up permost as a si g n of peace. The stran gers mad e for land i n order to ta lk they put out boats an d sail ed in to shor e and greet ed t he king, who could hea r ever ything from hi s seat o n the r ock above. God be goo d t o you, said Bran , an d may yo u be welcome. Whose hos t o f ships is this, a n d who is you r leader? Lord Mallolw c h Matholwch , Ki ng o f Ireland i s here, and these are h i s ships. Wha t is his w ishes? Wi ll he come ashore? N o l ord, the y said. He ha s a reque st for you, and unles s yo u gran t it, he will not c ome. What is this request ? ask e d Bran. Lord, he wishe s to ma ke an alliance wit h you . H e has come to ask for Bran wen Bronwen , daughte r o f Llyr , and if you wish he will al l y the Island of t h e Mighty wi th you so that both will b e s tronger. Th e n let him com e ashore while we discuss t he ma tter. an sw ered Bran. Tha t answered went back to Mal lolwc h who r epl ied, I will gla dly come.He came ashor e and wa s we lcom ed, and between hi s host and Bran s ther e was a gr e at mu ltitude in the cour t that night...It happ ened tha t Bra nw en became pregnant, a nd when the proper ti me cam e she ga v e birth to a son the y name him Gwern ald er son of Ma llol wch and sent him t o be fostered in th e b est place fo r men i n Ireland...Evnis syen said, Wh y doe s my nephew , the son o f my sister, no t come to me? Le t him go gla dly, said Bra n, and Gwern w ent gladly . Evnis syen rose a nd took Gwern b y the feet, an d at onc e, befor e a man i n the house could la y a hand on h im, h e thrust t he boy h eadfirst into the fire . When Branw e n saw her so n burnin g in the fire, she made a s if to l ea p after him f rom whe re she was sitting between h er tw o bro thers, but B ran se ized her with one hand and hi s s hield wi th the othe r. Ev eryone in the house sprang up , a nd there a rose the g reat est commotion ever caused b y a hos t in one h ouse as e ver yone reached for his arms . As each me n went af ter hi s we apons, Bran protected Br anwen between hi s shiel d an d hi s shoulder. Seven escape d, though Bran had b een wo und e d in the foot by a poison ed spear. Bran commande d th e m t o cut off his head. Tak e my head, he said, and c a rr y i t to the White Hill i n London and bury it there wi t h t h e face turned towar d France. They landed at Aber A l a w i n Tal Ebolyon an d sat down and rested, but Branwe n lo ok e d at the Islan d of the Mighty, and said Alas, w oe t h a t I was ever b orn, for two good islands have bee n destr oy e d on my acc ount.And with that her heart brok e. The y ma d e a four sided grave and buried her on the ba nk of t he Al aw ....s o ends this Branch of the Mabinogi, a bout th e blo w str u ck at Branwen, and about the Assembl y of Bran , where in t h e hosts of 154 districts went to Ir eland to a venge th a t blo w. The Mabinogion
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