The Centurion of the Century.
A centurion (/sɛnˈtjʊəriən/; Latin: centurio[kɛn̪ˈt̪ʊrioː], pl. centuriones; Greek: κεντυρίων, translit.kentyríōn, or Greek: ἑκατόνταρχος, translit.hekatóntarkhos) was a position in the Roman army during Classical Antiquity, nominally the commander of a century (Latin: centuria), a military unit of around 80 legionaries. In a Roman legion, centuries were grouped into cohorts commanded by their senior-most centurion. The prestigious 1st cohort was led by the primus pilus, the most senior centurion in the legion and its third-in-command.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centurion
Happy 100th. He has an additional nine(9) months of leeway credited for time Served in the Womb. A Century on Earth. A Century in the Living Flesh. A Century of Time revolving around the Son. A Century of just He Himself and the Greater Truth. That's all life really is. It is just you and the greater truth all around you, from the beginning, until the end. You are the only person you will ever truly know from your start in life, until your finish.
I somewhat want to keep things very simple, pull back on all fronts, rest and re-couperate. Look after my immediate needs, then once I can breath take the next step. In the meantime, process the reality of everything the best I can. I am not healthy, and I been through far more than I even realise. Far more than I can really even convey to anyone without explaining which might take the rest of what is left of my life to do so.
I just cannot resist leaving a post here for HRH Prince Philip. I actually wanted to write him in 2018 when I came home. However, that wouldn't have been quite right. The appropriate time to have done that was when I was working on Railway Avenue, in Vancouver for the same 'Contractor' that I am working for right now. I don't know what year that was, 1997 or 1998 perhaps. An old meat packaging plant, cooled by ice and serviced by rail car.
There was an aura there. It was also where I tried looking up and down to find myself. Left and Right. Front and Back. It was one of the times in my life where I took all of my idealism, taking everything I had been taught, everything that I knew to be true and searched for my answers within. It actually would have been a great time for me to have written. HRH Prince Philip would have been a GREAT PERSON to write. In fact, he was the exact person I was seeking without even knowing it.
https://www.royal.uk/duke-edinburghs-award
Anyways, there is no making up for lost time. There's no going back Uncle Peter tells me. However, I am suddenly at laughing at that. I just looked up Centurion in the Encyclopedia Britannica and in the first paragraph I read: "A legion was nominally composed of 6,000 soldiers...". Six thousand men. Do you know who else led six thousand men? Prince John Berladyn (†1162). Maybe we cannot go back to past times, but perhaps the past of time comes to us.
Bârlad [bɨrˈlad] is a town, located in Vaslui county, eastern Romania. It lies on the banks of the Bârlad River, which waters the high plains of Moldavia.
In the vicinity of the modern town are ruins of a Roman camp. The town served as the residence of the princes of Moldavia in the 14th century, and ruins from that period remain popular tourist attractions. The Royal Church, first erected during the reign of Basil, has been rebuilt and restored numerous times since the 17th century. Bârlad is also the site of the Vasile Pârvan Museum. Named for Romanian archaeologist Vasile Pârvan, it houses an eclectic collection that ranges from Romanian folk art to exhibits on the town’s famous citizens. The city is the birthplace of Romanian Domnitor (Ruler) and diplomat Alexandru Ioan Cuza.