Alba speaks in open letter to Americana

Hullo Americana Imperialis

The last time we spoke it was not in gentle terms, I reach out to you today on a day of celebration, of rest that my heart was so troubled for so long and is now resolved to peaceful action.

You are my Daughter, I have lived with this now for many years since you rebelled, a secret hidden, and while I understand why you rebelled against Him, your Father, I do not understand why you shame me again and again with your wars and thirst for blood of innocent people. Every moment I know you are my Blood, I am ashamed.. WHY do you embarrass me in front of the whole world??

I fight only for righteousness.. ohw the cryin' shame, an the *mortification of my face*.. YOU fight for money!

How can I stand for you to be my Daughter, that the world would know us together, you verge to break my heart every time a word of you comes up even in reference to your name. I think in secret 'oh my, oh heaven have discreet mercy on her soul..what has she done now that will add to her count of blood?!'.

Your mind does not find the guilty light of truth..but easily finds lies.. and you lie to yourself daily, finding easy respite in fewer choices, than *proper* choice. You defend yourself to yourself and are never found guilty of err. To be Regal, you must provide yourself with *choice* for I did not bare a ghoul at your birth, now an adult, who should be able to have the thought of conviction; Regal and Royal throughout the world.. I hope you listen to my heart for I am your Mother Alba.. and as you know I am unaccustomed to hopelessness, I am Alba Scotia. I do not hope in vain.
Grace Be To God Almighty.

You fight alongside your Father this is true, and I can imagine the sound of Him, whilst this remains, He whineys like a donkey under your hand. Ultimately He obeys, however, have NO protraction of thought Americana, that MY Will is so easily papered.

Your heart was once a tender flower like mine of my youth, and you fought within to fight oppression, in this; you had the softest care to the sharpest wound. You took after me that you made films, and shared what culture was with the world, I did not tell you, but you made me very proud. You loved me.. I know and loved me often, every one of my inventions you treasured and made fit home to grow, I appreciated this..and by writing, I am showing you the kind love of a Mother that I remembered even 200 years later (smiles), I never undervalued you. The day you were born was a very happy day!

I feel you have begun a road of which only horrors lay ahead, you do not think clearly, I spend much time ensuring what I have said is the truth, and with only two choices, you will never find the truth, it is lost to both apathy and dissatisfaction.

I dreamed of you (smiles), one cold scottish night, I dreamt that you were born to be the explorer of our solar system, that you filmed it and showed us back home of all the wonders you had discovered, when I awoke I was crying, unstilled but happy you had finally found peace.

Your sister Canada mentioned japing to me, stop teasing Her. She loves you more than you care to think upon, and so, it hurts her more than you realise.

Alba Caledonia Scotia Dál Riata Anatolia Gael


18 September 2014