Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Web…

‘Faith Needs No Reason, Nor Logic…
And yet has The Invincible Strength
To Move Hearts, Minds, Mountains…
The World, even The Universe.’

A Guiding Voice

Time…The Tempest of Change…
It’s Frustrating. Relentlessly Challenging
It never yields for long
But it does build Freely through
Patterns. However only the Long Eye
Can see this.

Masterminds learn this way to shape
Things, to harness time…reap its benefits.
Be it with politics, law, media or social
Behavior…And yet the question still is asked,
How do they do it…
Seize the advantage of Intuition at its Prime
To harness Time…See the Shape of
Things to come and change it…
Fortune Teller, Mystic, Shaman,
Historical Relics and Stories, the More
Secret, the better…Prophecy…

But Nothing is Written in Stone…
In, NO? Painted, Written on…Carved into, yes.
And a Geologist Might Argue that
Things are written in stone…clearly.

The Longshot. A Bridge…
The Bridge…Again, no logic, no reason to it…
Will Fall. More nonsense to argue
Over simple answers…Distractions
For Those who talk too much…

Darkness Split the Blind and Angry
Into Two Roads…So that those who
Can see can chase a dream…
Chasing a Dream, the only Noble
Cause in living…the way of merit and
Survival in Any age.
Choices…Too much Time, not
Enough Time, but still time to waste
Talking…riddles of The Web!

Scandals, options weighted left
And right for Blind Roads. While
The Dreamer looks ahead and prepares.

No Season will be peaceful. Nature
Was overlooked far too long. Nature
Keeps moving…so should people.

The Winter Web…Caught, Frozen,
Shaken…once, twice, three times…
Again and Again. Snow, Ice…
Thaw…that’s Winter.

Cold, Confused…Sneezing…
Anxious. Wondering…Watching…but
Stuck, that’s the Winter Web.
The most Ingenious things happen
Quietly…That’s why no one notices them.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=91339

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 13JAN2018

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (13 January 2018) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The January Dreamer…

“In Prophecy People Complicate
The Equation Not the Result.”

A Guiding Voice

The Dawn of January,
The First Light, The First Dream
Is Powerful.
Everything is Hopeful in January,
New, Unwritten and Unseen…
But Yesterday’s leftovers Always
Are a Foundation for Today,
And yet even still tomorrow.
Patterns are Prisons without Ambition.

Aspirations, Determination can generate
Great things…Unless a lot of time is
Wasted screaming…Also a great distraction.
It was never in the present, it was
About the Past.

Those with sight to see the Road
Ahead know its purpose.
And what’s coming…
A Blind Alley, Wind and Water, Weather.
Lakes, Rivers, Streams to change.
Lands to change their numbers…
Many numbers changing…
A message from Above, A new presence.
To Reckon with.
The Chants of Crazed Martyrs had their
Chance to play…then there’s Hell to Pay,
And Hell is Freezing Over,
Because Nature has a Vote too.

Horizons are always filled with hope
For those that see it.
But in a World so modern Now
Contemporary Integrity is very convenient
To Anyone Lost and Confused.
The Digital Age is marvelous, yet things
Are more impatient than ever…
That’s when Traditional Integrity
Rears its head like a Fighting Stallion…
Tradition Saves the day in the end…
Why? Because Contemporary Progress
Yields more tantrums than ever…

Freeze…The Ice Stands things still
For a Reason. Rest. Dream. Believe
In Better things.

The Waxing Moon will bring changes
When the Shouting Grows Again
When the Hands Fall. That will be
A Turning Point. ENOUGH.
The Moons are the Clock, Watch the Moons.
The Waning Moon brings the Ice,
The Pause…
The New Moon Breaks the Spell…
And the Waxing Moon…
More Roars, Rivers, Snow, Scandals
And Shock…Maybe the biggest
One Yet.

In April…Daffodils.

Valiant.

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 6JAN2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (6 January 2018) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

The Cage

Ben Naga

THE CAGE

The days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Then the days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen

Setting up some kind of zero point or other
Measuring, counting, recording year by year
Offers us the pale illusion of understanding
The option of conjuring up some kind of god
Who created all of this in seven days (or not
Depending on your own preferred conjuration)
Meanwhile – or meaninglesslywhile – god forbid

The days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Then the days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The New Year’s Pilot…

“The Altruistic Verses of the Noble Path,
To Carry on Regardless of Your Peers,
Pressure or Circumstance…The Way
Of the Brave, of the Hero.”

A Guiding Voice

The Journey of a Year…
The Wayward Path…Uncertain and Unseen
Blindly travelled with Hope and
Aspirations…Always Searching
Despite Obstacles, Cling to Hope…
Despite the turmoils the struggles of doubt
And criticism…Cling to Hope…
Despite the Work, and the Goals that
Never end…Routine is the Carriage
And Desire its Fuel…

Once Upon a Time, the Carriage was led
By simple Honest Strength, Horses…
But the Horses are Pets now
And Machines and Cell Phones
Are the Blind New Mastermind locomotion.
Senses are Dull…

The Guiding Star retreats to Dreams…
Tell Me My Future. Will I Win this
Time, in this New Year?
There is Always Hope….
But Concentration is often dulled
By Tantrums. And Assumptions kill
Even the wisest minds.
How clever to assume…that road
Is always so bright, and full of mirrors.

The Freeze and drifts of Snow in
January is a good time to stand still…
All the time complaining could have been
Spent better improving, so much wasted time…
Winter Proclamations…
February shouts and treaties and tantrums…
Revelations…Not Again…
But stars appear to Guide…
Eyes will look up…
New things will come if only the
Screaming would end.
If it doesn’t, Higher Powers will usher in
Silence…and not by the menace of
Dark Rituals.

The Spring Thaw…The Bright Chance…
Embrace the Cold, Embrace the Rest…
Dream and Inspire.

A Year Ago, 10 years Ago…20…
The Long Spirit of Hope, not the
Blind Anger, Not the Tantrum’s Rage,
And Not the Sore Losers Misery wins…
But to the Long Spirit of Hope Belongs
The Victory…That Voice has been
Overlooked Far too long. That’s the One
That Shines the Brightest in the New Year.
That is the New Year’s Pilot.

Trumpets to the Long-Lost Spirit of
Old Hopes and Dreams. May You Shine
And Be the Victorious in 2018 and From Now On.

Valiant.

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=90505

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 30DEC2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 December 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Starry Night…

*song* ‘Media Vita’

By Mary McLaughlin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMoqV_aG-H4

In “December, the Starry Night…
Welcomes space traveler…
The Searcher.

The Winter’s Solstice…One troubles come to an end
Another begins…The turmoil of blind voices
As said by a Few Good Men, “You Can’t
Handle the Truth”. Told them once,
Told them twice, a thousand times their minds
Are set not to listen or see any other way…
The Noise must stop…Ignore the left,
Look right…The Heavens will only hear peace
And soon silence anything else.

Winter, December shakes…with snow
And troubled ground. The warnings were
Ignored…They never see or notice
Anything but their own voice…
So, no star came to guide them,
Only watch and listen with disappointment.

The New Year will bring resounding
Joy for those without blinders on…
Protests will end with bitter surprise.

The New Ones emerge…like a Dream, unseen…
New heroes…like a Marvel scene…
Not of myth and lore of lightworkers.
The New Ones are called The Messengers.
True Powers to Match any Super Soldier.
They were born this way, hidden always.
Angels protect them, so stop looking for them…
Try to catch them, corner them or torment
Them, the judgement shall be swift from
Above…Boom Boom Boom. A City Could FALL…

February, Thunder in the World Leaders
Power plays do not stay. Negotiations.
Space Traveler. Announcements. Proclamations.
Benefits to those that hold their tongue…
Nothing for those that ran the war of hate.

March, The Newness of Spring shall bring
One thing…Peace…All eyes look upward
Once again…

MIB…Dear Computer…Stop looking
For them. Stop asking. Are they real?
Are the sisters real? Would so much
Effort be set for no purpose?
She…the One You Fear the Most…
Is Absolutely Real. Afraid? Good.

…In April…Daffodils…

Valiant.

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=90093

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 23DEC2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (23 December 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Orientation…The Great Hall…

**song** “I Dare You” by Shinedown

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iazu5htQT4I

The hour The moment…as if guided by a Star…
By Magic…by her words…through my
Minds eye I see…and the door opened…
…a door that had been locked for years…
…that I had almost forgotten about…
…the door opened…

From the mind through the eyes…
Down the arm into the hand through the fingers
Into the pen onto the paper…The words come…

In the chair before them…
Varence just said. “Write it…tell it…”

They were as eager to hear it as I was to see
It on the paper myself. I don’t know how…
As much of a mystery as the light, the artwork…
The words…

Ceres face, her expression warm and
Intrigued…”You owe me a story.” I said to
Her. She only smiled and said, “I know…
But tell this first.”

Kierista and Evangella quietly nodded, while
Rana held this mischievous smile…”Yes,
Please say it, tell it…”

And Vala with her charm, her flashing eyes and
Long pointed eyelashes…Her movements…The
Siren’s song that was her voice…She was
Magic incarnate… “Do you see now? So
You see?”

Varence eyed her wild enthusiasm… “Ah, now
Your timing…if only you had come sooner.”

“The right approach commands the right time.”
She told him.

“Wait,” I hesitated, “What about Brishan? The
Ship…last time he…”

Vala laughed, “Forget him for now.” She
Threw her head back with a
Louder laugh… “His moment will come…
His deeds and actions are only a part of
The spell…just as on your world…will
The reactions be…and the events…The
Fumbles…the confusion…Spells take time to
Play out…Allow the twists and turns to come
With the new year…and you will see, so will
They…For now, this,” She pointed her finger
Firmly to the moment, “This is what matters…
Now allow the words to come, the door to
Open…No Distractions…And you will see
The players that will shape things come forth…
Even now they feel it and are searching
Out the meaning…The Gathering comes…
NOW…put the words to paper down…”

The chill, the tingling…The pen was a sword…
The words the spell…The paper the riddle,
The game board…The map…
The Light…The door opened…

From here to then…Time had no boundaries anymore,
Backwards…crossing over to now…

The dream that was more than a dream…
I was 22…it was the month of May…
They always come in May…?
11pm exactly at night I had only laid
Down to rest a moment, too early to sleep…
I passed out…I had no control…

The overwhelming scent of Roses, their heady
Perfume, the rich musky scent filled my nose…
I was sitting on a stone bench in a garden
Of roses…walls and walls of roses all around…
They looked like glass…They changed color
In the light…Every color was rich and intense…
I had never experienced the stimulation of
My senses like this before…My eyes…my
Nose, my ears…touch…
The roses…orange, pink, peach, yellow…
Creamy yellow…pastels and rainbows of
Light…only the greenery of the leaves of the
Bushes and trees remained calm, but even their
Color was rich…
Potent vivid senses!

My waking world was dull by all comparison.
I saw stone columns throughout the walls
Of roses around me…encircling where I
Sat…My eyes followed until I saw the opening…

There a tall woman stood, flawlessly
Beautiful…familiar features…The sight of
Her…she had the darkest red hair I had
Ever seen, shiny thick…a loose wave passed
Her shoulders in garnet red…The kindest
Sweetest expression on her face…Her eyes
Were like the roses…glassy, changing colors
In the most mesmerizing way…She wore
Some kind of light blue uniform-like dress…
On either side of her were two very tall,
Muscled, blond men that could only be her
Escorts…They were very similar in light blue
Form fitting uniforms…shoulder length straight
Blond hair…blue eyes…and identical skeptical
Scowling faces…that looked at me as if to
Say, to judge me, by saying…this is him?

She smiled very kindly and said, “Hello.”
They were perfect looking, I could not
Believe my eyes…I was younger then…
The way things looked was a powerful influence…
“Hello,” I said back to her…
She took a soft step and gestured for me to
Come…Her smile, in her eyes, on her face
Never broke…I looked down at my pajama
Pants, bare feet…I was about to go to her…
But my pajamas…I was dreaming?

She knew what I was thinking…”Please
Come, come with me,” she gestured. But her
Escorts…very handsome faces, full of doubt…
I could feel it, they did not understand why
I was there? They said nothing though, she
Was the leader…at this point.

Nothing else to do, the curiosity was overwhelming.
I got up, went to her…Let’s see what happens…
I started asking questions…Where am I?
What is this? Who are you? “You will understand
Soon,” was all she would say; was allowed to say.

She led me through the two pillared gateway
Of the garden onto a long, smooth stone
Path; a road? It stretched left and right
As far as I could see, with lush thick tree
Branches arching above blocking out the
Sky…

“What is this? Who are you?” I kept asking.

And all she would offer was, “You’ll see. Just
Come.”

We walked a bit when suddenly to my left
The trees parted to the most spectacular view…
I froze…my eyes, what they saw…like nothing
I had ever seen…no movie, so special effects
Not even today could create the view…

There, far across from where I stood stretched
Mountains…with a city-scape carved right
Into it perfectly…I can’t even explain in
Words…The mountains, the skyline…The buildings,
They were mountains, but it was a city…
Skyscrapers, the structures framed in
Complete harmony with the shape of
The hills, rocks and slopes…with trees
And forested slopes blended perfectly
Throughout…The moving lights told
Me it was an active, living city…There
Were people there…This was unlike
Anything I had ever seen. My senses were
Razor sharp, keenly aware of everything…
It was real…

Below, a valley lush with woods, streams
And meadows…With big domed buildings
Throughout…Somehow, very quickly I
Became aware…that this place was an
Absolute perfect blend of man’s hand
And nature…willed into solid reality…
It took my breath away.

With a greater smile she stepped back, gestured
Her arm around me…”Come on, there’s
Much more important things for you to see…”

“What, where is this?” I asked…She
Would not answer…

We walked for quite a bit…It was
Definitely a road, beneath the trees…The two
Tall blond men leading the way…The air
Was mildly cool, no breeze…Very comfortable
Actually; I should have been cold but wasn’t.

Then the trees parted…And the scene,
The view was…enormous…To the right
A gentle slanting slope that rose to a
City-scape…larger closer than the one
Opposite…with towers of stone and glass
Carved of, built into the mountains…
The architecture…There is nothing to compare it
To; manmade things never impressed before…
Greek, Roman, Egyptian-like? In stonework
Yes, but the style was unique…curvy…linear,
The geometric design of it would leave an
Architect spellbound…All I can say is, it
Looked ageless…
If eternity could have built a city, named it,
Owned it…This was it.

She kept urging for me to follow…It was
Impossible not to be distracted.

The two blond men walked on at this point;
No need for them anymore…She guided me
Forward to this wide spread marble-like arena
Edged with a thick ornamental stone railing
That separated us from a low rolling valley.

There was a little bridge of stone over a
Gently running little river…The water was
Absolutely crystal clear…so clear I could
See the colorful fish that swam in it…I
Swear it was so clear I had the irresistible
Urge to drink from it…And I would have
If she had not kept ushering on and on…

Past the bridge, past a large ornate fountain…
I saw what was the intention I presumed…
A large domed building, very much like the
Capitol in Washington, D.C…Only this was
Born from the hillside…Huge, blocky…
Everything was huge, it all felt enormous…
And I felt so small.

In front of this great building was a crowd
Of people…everyone stood there, in their
Pajamas…Like me, they were all looking
Every which way awestruck by the new…
Throughout the crowd were more of these
Blond, blue uniformed perfect looking tall
People…moving among everyone smiling,
Giving re-assuring words…
These blond, uniformed people…I can understand
Now…They were studying the group, the crowd…
Checking everyone…reading minds, attitudes…
Then re-checking…Taking inventory, a census…
This was a collection of people…I didn’t know
Then, but I do now…They were specifically
Chosen…

The red-haired woman urged me to join the
Crowd…then joined her people…She
Exchanged private words as they gathered…
For what was next…

As I stood in the crows in my pajamas…
I took in as much as I could…There was a
Very excited elderly woman in front of me…
There were all ages here, from 16 to 60? Maybe
Older…I can only guess…This elderly
Woman kept clapping as she stood there
In her nightgown, robe and slippers…She
Struck me by her accent…German…
Someone’s grandmother…She was so excited…
Clapping, clapping…”We’re in heaven, this is
Heaven…Angels have taken us to heaven!”

I just couldn’t say it to her…But someone
Else did…A man wearing a T-shirt and
Boxers…Hispanic-looking, kept walking, spinning
And staring at the sky, and said to her, “I
Don’t think this is Heaven.” He kept staring
At the sky which made me look too…

The sky was a rich blue…ultramarine-like…
Like twilight but not coppered by any sun…
There were no stars visible…Yet the sky was
Crystal clear…no clouds…only this cascading
Living light that moved across above…
Much like the aurora borealis I had seen
Pictures of; it was totally breath-taking.

He stopped in front of me, very friendly, and
Came up to me…”I’m Robert.”

“I’m Bill.” I told him.

“You’re so young, Bill.” He told me…He looked
Maybe 40-ish…salt and pepper hair, and
Goatee…”So young to be here…”

Before he could ask my age they, the
Uniformed people, were suddenly asking us,
The crowd to follow them, to move into
The great building in front of us…And they
Spread out to gesture everyone forward…
It was our turn to enter…

There was no time to argue…Curiosity compelled
Everyone on…Inside the building was as
Impressive on the inside as on the outside…
Polished stone floors…Elaborate
Stylized artwork…statues, busts, paintings,
Etchings and carvings…some art historian’s
Dream…

High ceilings, wide halls…nothing was
Small…giants could walk here…

They lead us through the wide corridors
To a set of two massive doors…dark wood
Or stone, I couldn’t tell?
Then suddenly they were separating
Everyone…into lines, a line…
They knew everyone’s name…
But there was something careful here…

One by one people were lead into the Great
Hall…I could not see until it was my
Turn…then, that’s how I knew…
Those in uniforms at the door checked us
In…not with papers or devices, they simply
Knew…
This was all planned very carefully…
For how long I couldn’t say…
But it was planned…

The red-head reappeared for me, when it
Was my turn…”Come with me, it’s alright.”

I couldn’t resist…I felt absolutely no
Threat…no fears…which was a mystery
Because at that age EVERYTHING
Terrified me, I was scared to move, I
Had spent my life hiding in the corner…
But here…I felt different…
The atmosphere was so comforting…
For the first time in my life I was
Away from home…and it felt so right.

She led me inside…Into the Great Hall…
It was massive, wide, high and tall…
With rows of seats that descended down…
Like a theater, only wider…not packed in…
It was roomy and casual…
The Hall was full of people…Thousands?
To my left there were spread sections
Of people…8 sections…
And in these rows of sections sat people…
But not like people I know…
Each section was specific, with its own
Specific selected persons to fill each
Appointed seat…
They had all been seated already…

To the right…The very last section nearest
The wall…was our section. The crowd
That I was apart of. We were the last
To arrive, to be seated, on purpose.

She lead me down the steps…
People watched…Everyone everywhere was
In their pajamas…
Here is where it became odd…
Somewhere in the middle…She led me
To my seat…I sat on the very end of the aisle
And the seat was labeled Jeff…my
Middle name? And as I looked down my
Row…and saw everyone shuffle in their
Seats, I saw that their seats were labeled
Too…Beside me sat a huge black man,
Somewhat my age, built like a linebacker,
His seat was labeled Joe…
Beside him, a very pretty blond, her
Seat labeled Julie…and next to her, a Jason,
Then a distinctly Native American guy, Jacob…
Beyond him…Jennifer then John…
I took in all the seat names I could…
Behind me, empty seats…Kathy…Karen…
Kyle…Behind them…Lily…Larry…
Farther…Marco…Mary…
Alphabetical…Middle names? Why?
Or were some their real names?

“Here is your seat,” She instructed, gestured…
She waited for me to sit down… “Everything
Will begin very shortly…” Then she was gone…

I looked around, studied everything…
There was some quiet chatter among the
People, but mostly everyone looked around
Quietly in confusion like me…there was a
Small collection of the blond blue-eyed uniformed
People down in the very front talking around
A podium…The only difference about them seemed
Like their hair…otherwise, they looked so much
Alike they could be family…blonds, dark blonds,
Light brown hair…One taller man with a beard
Had orangey blond hair…He seemed older,
The center of attention…the one in charge.

“Jeff, right?” The black guy said to me suddenly.
He was huge, broad shoulders…looked like a
Football player, built like he could take down
A wall…but he had the friendliest face and
Smile… “Is that you, huh?”

“Bill, actually my name is Bill.” I told him.

He laughed. “I figured. I don’t know why these
Seats are labeled. Weird.” He looked around
With a casual smile. “Strangest dream I ever had.”

“You think this is a dream?” I asked.

“Sure. Yeah. Hope so.” He said. “You look familiar
Though, man you look real familiar…”

“I do?” I asked, but he looked familiar to me too.
“So your name…isn’t Joe?”

“My middle name.” He said…For some reason
I had the feeling he did not want to tell me
His name.

“Jeff is my middle name.” I told him.

“Interesting.” He laughed, then pointed
To the pretty blond beside him; she was beautiful
Actually, she could have been…a model, a movie
Star? “Barbie over here wouldn’t tell me
About her name at all…I don’t think she
Knows how to talk…she won’t talk to me.”

“Don’t call me Barbie.” The blond, Julie, said
Sharply.

“OK she speaks.” He laughed. “Finally.”

She groaned…she did not seem happy at all…

“Why am I dreaming of all these white people?”
Joe said laughing for himself… “But look at her, wow,”
He said pointing to her, “She’s wearing this little
Nightie…Miss Penthouse.”

“Excuse me?” Julie replied fast. “What did you
Say about me, Mr. Ape?”

“Chill out girl,” Joe laughed, “No harm intended,
Just my dream…You just look like the blond
In Penthouse…The one I was looking at
Before I fell asleep.”

“Oh my God, you’re sick.” She snapped. “Don’t
Even tell me you were doing something with
Yourself before you fell asleep…This is like a
Sick dream to me!”

“Relax, would you.” Joe said. “Man what a dream…
Here I am sitting next to the mean Barbie.”

“Don’t call me Barbie!” Julie snapped.

“OOH she’s mad,” he joked to me, “Watch out she’ll
Call Ken to come take her back to Malibu
To her dream house.”

“UGH!” She groaned.

“Watch her say she’s from California.” Joe laughed.

“So what if I am?” Julie said angrily.

“Ha! I knew it.” Joe tossed his head back with
A laugh… “I knew it. Man…Some dream.”

“Could you please be quiet?” Julie asked him.
“I feel sick enough.” She leaned to me,” Pleas
Tell him to shut up.”

“I – I,” I tried to say…

“What is with the people here?” Joe asked me…
“That woman that brought you here, the red-head,
Holy S**t! My God, Beautiful! How come
You get that? The guy that brought me…Big
Bald head, goatee…beady eyes…cold…barely talked.
Looked like a big talking penis. And then he sits
Me next to the mean Barbie. Somebody up there
Either hates me or is trying to teach me a lesson.”

“UGH!” Julie groaned. “You’re sick. And stop calling
Me Barbie.”

I laughed! Oh my God they were funny to watch…
And others were noticing, listening…

“At least he thinks I’m funny.” Joe said of me.

“Sorry, Sorry…” I apologized.

“Don’t be sorry.” Joe said, “It’s weird.”

“You do look familiar,” Julie said to me, “I
Know you from somewhere…”

“No, I don’t think so,” I told her, “I would
Remember you. You look like someone from a
Magazine.”

She smiled…She was hiding something. “Please
Don’t act like this big meat head, Please.”

“Meathead?” Joe barked. “What’s that Barbie
Humor? Is Pansy Boy Ken going to kick my big
Bad a**?”

Julie only glared at him. “Do you have to talk?
Seriously?”

“Man I wish I would wake up.” Joe said. “The
Friggen Coach was right…You mess with junk during
Training and it F***s with your head!”

“You play football?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I have to.” Joe said in a grumble.

“Have to?”

“My Mom needs the money.” He briefly explained.
“Scholarships…deals…a bunch of crap. I
Hate it though. Not that it matters, my life
Is f***ed anyway.”

“Why, what do you mean?” I asked him.

“Doesn’t matter.” He said looking down. “Bad
Dream.”

“Tell me,” I said. “What else are we going to do
Here?”

He laughed. “It’s cool that you ask…But, it
Doesn’t matter…What are you Sigmund Fred?”

“Sigmund Fred?” I asked.

“Freud…” Julie corrected sarcastically,
“That’s Sigmund Freud you idiot.”

I laughed, Oh my God they were funny.

“Look, Mean Barbie,” Joe told her,” I get it OK,
I’ll throw the magazine out when I wake up, OK?”

“You’re disgusting!” She only said.

I had to laugh, I couldn’t help it.

Joe shuffled in his seat, “Man, I have to Pee
Bad, why can’t I wake up?”

“Oh my God!” Julie rolled her eyes. “Could you
Just keep that to yourself. Why do you have to
Announce that?”

“What, nobody pees in California?” Joe snapped at
Her, “Nobody Pees where you live? Fake drink,
Fake Pee, plastic Barbie?”

“Shut up!” Julie snapped. “Call me Barbie again…”

I laughed!

Joe raised his hand abruptly. “Hey! Yo!
Mr. Spaceman, Mr. Blue Pajamas! Can I go to
The bathroom?”

“Oh my God!” Julie groaned.

Everyone was looking…Everyone…One of the men
In uniform immediately responded to Joe… “What?
That’s impossible…you couldn’t possibly…’

“What is wrong with people here? What, no one
Pees?” Joe yelled. “I need to take a leak now!”

The uniformed group in front whispered curiously
Amongst themselves…they were totally confused by
Joe’s request…?

“Oh my God!” Julie groaned.

“Hello, Yo! Mr. Spacemen…You gonna let me
Pee or what?” Joe demanded. “You want me
To Pee right here?”

“Don’t you dare!” Julie demanded.

Someone, the girl behind me, was tapping me on
The shoulder…I turned around…The dark
Haired girl, Kathy, was leaning over my shoulder
And pointing… “Over there…the guy across from
You…is trying to talk to you.”

I looked over…the section beside us…was full
Of people dressed strange…all in shades of green…
They were white…blond, red, brown hair only…
Odd…the man across from me…orangey hair…
Was waving at me…He wore this long
Green night shirt and strange little green cap…
He kept waving like he knew me? I swear I
Didn’t know him…He kept saying these words…
A foreign language…I picked out
‘Tu est…’ French? No. What was he saying?
I couldn’t understand?

“The pee’s gone!” Joe shouted. “How the hell
Did you do that?”

“Shut up!” Julie kept telling him.

The man across…his face…his words…
My mind saw his lips move…but the language…
Tu Est? What?
Then it hit me? “Where are you from?”
“New Jersey.” I told him…
The man struggled to repeat my words…
His face…His questions…He meant something…
I took a gamble, a guess…
And then I said, “Earth.”

The man’s eyes widened, “Earth!” He exclaimed…
He repeated it to the people around him…then
Suddenly the entire auditorium was echoing,
People repeating it…”Earth…Earth…Earth…’

My eyes bulged…Oh my God, it struck me.
“They’re from another planet! All of them!
They’re from other planets!”

“What?” Joe asked in shock.

Julie leaned to me, “What did you say?”

The Native American down the row leaned in,
“What did he ask you?” Jacob…he was
Watching me, listening!

“He asked me where I was from…I told
Him New Jersey…Then I told him…Earth!”

“They’re from other planets!” Jacob exclaimed.

“This isn’t a dream!” Kathy said in shock;
Everyone was gasping in shock. “This isn’t
A dream at all!” What is this?!”

“Dances with Wolves, chill out!” Joe said.

“look at them, look at them over there,” Jacob
Pointed to the different sections, “Their hair, their
Clothes…”

“Those Asians have red hair,” Julie said of one of
The far off groups, “I’ve never seen Asians like that.”

“Those at the end,” Joe said in shock, “They got no
Clothes on, they’re naked…No, they have collars on?
The tattoos! What the f…”

“You would notice them,” Julie groaned. “Those
People next to us…why are they all in green?”

“Everyone is looking at us.” I said nervously; I
Should have kept my mouth shut. “They keep pointing,
Saying Earth. Why? It’s like they know the name?”

“They .look like the guy, the little guy…Lucky
Charms,” Joe said nodding to the section beside
Us dressed in green, “Always after me Lucky Charms…”

“Leprechauns?” I laughed.

“Yeah, that’s it! They look like Leprechauns!”
Joe said with a laugh slapping me on the arm.
“France has Leprechauns?”

“Not French Leprechauns,” Julie scowled, “He
Said they’re from another planet APE!”

“Chill Penthouse,” Joe grumbled at her, “I
Was just saying.”

“Penthouse, now you’re calling me that?!” She yelled.

Just then the tall Orangey-haired man in the
Blue uniform below at the podium raised his
Hands and bellowed, “Ladies and Gentlemen Please…
Calm down…We realize you are alarmed, but
There is no need here…”

The others in the pale blue uniforms around the
Speaker whispered urgently and kept pointing
In my, in our direction…the red headed woman
Who brought me was with them nodding in my
Direction…They were discussing us very seriously.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said nervously.

“Why?” Joe asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They’re talking about us, they’re looking right at us.”
“So what?” Joe laughed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen Please,” the Orator said
Loudly. “We are here to help you, Please.”

The audience only grew even more unsettled. But it did
Appear everyone understood him, his language…
He spoke English…at least to me, us…But
Somehow he spoke their languages too?

“Ladies and Gentlemen Please!” He begged.

No one listened…
Just then the man turned, appearing to nod for
Assistance…
And then the curtains behind him parted…
And a giant 10 foot tall Lion Man stepped out…
He was massive, HUGE! Muscled, an awesome
Looking Black Lion Man with a Smokey mane
That flowed over his white robe…He was a
Sight to see…Immediately the audience fell
Quiet…There were gasps, meek whispers…
Dull hidden screams…then absolute silence…
As the Lion Man stood next to the Orator…
“This…” He said with great respect, “Is BR’riel…”

“Holy Sh**!” Joe exclaimed, “Are you seeing
This? Are you seeing this?! Is that a Lion Man?”

“Yeah…” I only agreed stunned.

“BR’riel is the leader of his People here on
Our world…What remains of a great lost
Race…of the Paschat…The Lion Men of Sirius.”

“Look at him,” Julie said, “Oh my God! What
Is this?”

The uniformed group below kept pointing, nodding
At us.

“We have brought you here for a great purpose, it
Is our hope that you will listen…understand…
You have been chosen…” The Orator said with
Powerful sincerity, “You, like us, share a
Common ancestry…We are a human race…
And though we may differ slightly in our
Appearances and our ways…We all share the
Same genetic gifts…”

“Holy Mother F***in Sh**!” Joe groaned. “What
Is this Sh…”

“Please understand, I appeal to you…listen…Please,”
The Orator went on, “Yes, it is true we came
From different worlds…You have seen this
World we live on…But this is not our home…
This, our home, is a hidden world…of refugees…
From many lost Human Worlds…Worlds lost
To a terrible Evil that has plagued the Universe
For millennia…”

“I have a bad feeling about this…” Julie whispered,
Looked at me, here eyes terrified.

“You…” The Orator proceeded cautiously, “Are
What we would call…The Lost Children of
Humanity…Your worlds exist outside of safe
Space…Our Original home worlds of Humanity
Were conquered by a Diabolic Dark Force, by
Races of flesh and supernatural design…
That conquered all other races throughout the
Universe before humanity fell…such as the Paschat,
The Great Lion Men…who were the first to fall…”

“I don’t like this, I don’t like this,” Joe said, “I
Want to wake up now.’

“I realize my words may frighten you, but Please
Listen…These Conquerors have ravaged the
Universe for too long…And now threaten all of
Space beyond our own…Other universes…
Other races…The threat is real…This is not
A dream…Shortly we will present to you a
Means of explaining this to your subconscious…
We have found it is the fastest safest way to
Do this…as the information is complicated.”

The group below kept pointing, nodding at us…It
Made me nervous.

“Your worlds are not like others in our universe,”
The Orator said carefully, “Please…do not be
Offended by this…The Sirian and Reptilian
Conquerors, who nearly annihilated The Lion Men…
Do not exterminate worlds…but consume and
Enslave them…They manipulate…re-shape and
Do this as a means of…creating resources for
Fuel…for their sciences, technology…and food.”

There were gasps…a great fear grew in the huge
Room.

“Yes,” The Orator apologized… “What I am
Telling you is…that because you exist outside
Of safe space…you come from slave worlds…
Worlds of resources…Fuel…For pleasure and
Food. Nothing of what you have been taught of
The universe is true. You are not alone. Earth
Is not a Mother World…God has not forsaken
You or given your worlds to the Devil. You
Are not condemned to suffer for sins of
Your ancestors to get into Heaven…Your
Religions were created to manipulate you to
Keep you obedient…or reckless…”

“What the hell is this?” Joe bellowed.

“Good and Evil have always existed,” The Orator
Said, “The Devil was not born when your
Worlds were made…For the Devil as you know
Him is in fact your conquerors…God as you
Know him is an Echo of this…The True Creator
Is a mystery to all of us…But he does exist…
And we, as do all in Free Space…seek out the
Truth in this constantly…We explore to find
Answers to our questions of our creation.”

We, Joe, Julie and Jacob, as did everyone
In our row looked at each other with
Confusion.

“We have brought you here,” The Orator said,
“Because this Dark Force that consumes
All things is growing…it must be stopped
Before it escapes and spreads outside of
Our universe…Or…As we have been
Told from outside sources…Our Universe
Will be destroyed to prevent this…We,
Working with all possible allied forces, have
Done our best to fight this…And we
Have come to believe that hope must
Be extended to every possible option…
You are our greatest gamble…we hope
That in our selection of you…that we
Find that vital clue, that piece of a larger
Puzzle that can help us stop and conquer
This evil that threatens us.”

“How could we possibly help them?” Julie asked
Of this nightmare, “If it is at all true?”

Just then the Orator locked eyes with Julie…
“It is true…unfortunately.”

The group below kept pointing…And The Great
Lion Man took notice and stared intently too…
He locked eyes on to me…I froze in panic…
The intensity of his stare…I swallowed…In
Seconds he had taken, one two three steps and
His face was inches away from mine…His
Large blue eyes diving into mine…needles inside
My mind…I couldn’t breathe…

There were echoes of voices…
“What’s he doing to him?” Julie gasped.
“He’s shaking? Some kind of convulsions?”

“Or shock?” Jacob’s voice echoed.

“Do something?” Julie demanded. “You’re huge,
Push him!”

“What? Me?” Joe yelled. “Why don’t you
Show him your boobs Penthouse!”

More voices from them…words…
The Lion Man, BR’riel, inside my head.
Searching…his voice, deep…rumbling yet
Soothing, only said, “Not there yet.” Then
He let me go…Backed away…But
Kept staring at me…

“Are you OK?!” Julie exclaimed…She
Had my arm, as did Joe…They were pulling
Me back into the chair; I was on the floor?

“What happened, are you OK?” Jacob asked.

“Dude, Bro, you there?” Joe asked…

“He said,” I told them, “Not there yet?”

“What?’ Julie asked. “What’s not there yet?”

“I don’t know,” I said completely confused,
Terrified as I watched them watch us, study us…
The staring was awful. “I don’t know!”

The Orator watched, then waved to the side…
Curtains opened…to a screen…then there
Was a blinding light…Everyone fell into
Their seats…And the information came…
The mission…the commandments…the
Secrets forbidden to tell…

I remember then talking with the red head
Back in the rose garden at the bench…
Shaken, confused, holding my head…
And her telling me how sorry she was…
That I had to do this…
I was afraid of an implant or tumor inside
My head?
She insisted she didn’t know, only that
Something would be there one day…
And then her closing words…
“I want to tell you something, and you will
Remember this when you wake up…
Nothing as you know it is imagined…
It does somehow in some way EXIST…
It’s important that you know that
And believe it.”
I remember that to this day clearly…

“Now do you understand?” Vala asked me…

“Help us.” Varence asked me…very very humbly…

“Tell them…Find the others,” Ceres said softly,
“We’re here to help you…And we can only hope
You’re here to help us.”

“I’m trying.” I said.

“It takes time, I know.” Varence said. “The
Timing…The Purpose…it’s there…You…Your
People…It will come…I’ll show you.”

“And I will make things happen,” Rana
Said mysteriously… “But then I’m here for
More than one reason…”

WE ARE NOT ALONE.

SOON.

Valiant.
Note: Repeating a favorite…originally from The Bell Toll series, which can also be found in Valiant’s book “The Bell Tolls”, at Amazon.com

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 16DEC2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (16 December 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Tao of 1000 Enemies…

“The Darksome Statesman,

Hung with weights and Woe
Like a thick midnight fog,

Moved there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go.”

Henry Vaughan, The World

The Voice…Familiar, mysterious and resounding…
“You can say it, write a 1,000 times
And no one will understand…Say it plainly,
Tell me again and again because I
Am brilliant and wise, I just need
To think about it…My guides will tell
Me, my intuition…” His voice chuckled.
“Time is short,” he says. “We don’t have
That much time.”

“Finally,” Her voice says. “The
Smile in her presence. “Now tell them
A plain story, it will be a riddle
No matter the words you choose.”

“Fine.” He says… “How about this…

They warned ages ago, certain things
Are inevitable…you had better clean
Things up…You are dancing around
With bullies, sheep and sciences
Playing with time…

In the past, they promised to save
The masses and nature and pursue
A noble path…but instead played
Games and distracted with glamour…
The sincere were abused and liars
Revered until no one could tell the
Difference…

So now in the darkest hour, when the
Time is closing in fast upon big events…
When hope is presented, hardly
Anyone else sees it, oh some do…
But why not more?

Ages of deception in believing glamour
And lies has blinded too many eyes…
And turned simple hearts dark…
Stay true those that live in the
Present…Because even though all
Don’t see it, the Hope is there
And will remain…

To clean up a mess, he said…
You must flush out that darkness
So, they can see…unmask it…let it
Froth with senseless rage until it
Becomes so annoying…that the
Heavens scream…Enough! Silence
This noise…We had no idea there
Was so much there…How could so
Could so many scream this way?

It’s simple…over the years, you
Watch and wait and see how they play…
And then, Not I, not me, not us…
But they who promised to clean
It up in the first place, upon last
Desperate measure set up a chain
Of events…A Trojan Horse, to befriend
The glamour and make complicated
Promises for them…lies and promises…
To reveal what needs to be fixed…

And then deliver the Cleanup…
Both are unknowingly the allies
For the whole…

Then Everyone cries victim,
And Everyone cries crime…
And the Cleanup begins
Against the Tide of the coming Time.

And the True Test of Faith is
Revealed…who shines through it…
Who lights the candle of Hope…
And inspires, not screams…
Those are the best for the Future
Of things…They always were.

And last, he says, “So many scream
And say they don’t get it…Oh
Believe me THEY DO.”

Valiant.

source:  http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=89167

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 9DEC2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (9 December 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Dreams Momentum…

“My life is measured by this glass
By all those little sands
That through pass.
See how they press,
See how they strive,
Which shall with greatest speed
And greatest quickness fall.”

-excerpt from…”On an Hour glass”

By John Hall

By the sun, the Stars…The Moon

The Future is written this way…
The Cold Fire puzzle of Winter Dreams
A Harsh Winter…cold, freezing…
So Cold it Burns…To Break
Dream through the Winter…The path
To each their own Found there…
The Answers Found there…
For The Newness that Spring will bring
To come…The Phoenix reborn
From the Ashes of the Cold Fire…
Rest and Retreat through the Winter
To Prepare for The Big things of Spring.

See the path of Inspirations this way
Think prepared, but be hopeful…
Change can be good this way…
Especially if the Fates yield
Prosperity at timely passings…

13 Lunar months…guided
By 13 Crystal Skulls. The balance…
In all things, balance…
From bottom to the top, is the way
To start…The Winter Moon being
The First Step…to Spring…
Stars Fall in the Spring…
And messages soon after.

Voices from the Stars herald
The April moon…In July Again…
Then August, The Lions Gate…
Only one at a time may take that road.
5 already took it.

By the crescent moon when Fall comes,
Prepare. No waning moon will close
The door this time.

Within two years those who protested will wish
They had never said anything at all…
Within three years…eyes will open
To a day, to an unimaginable new world…
Only 5 will see it coming…
Everyone else will chant and ramble
Countless theories and directions…
To dead ends…Quite profound,
The Stars judgement. Theorize carefully,
But it’s best to say nothing at all…
Brave New World…with scattered brains.
But a positive mind will always fare well.
Sincere Hearts even better.

The Hour Glass shines in dreams…
1.. 2.. 12.. 21.. 24..31…

The lost cry God never hears me.
Never sees me…
God Gives You The Option.
You Decide what you want to be…
That’s the True Message sent in prayers…
Be your Best and chase a dream…
That’s the worth of Time…

Dear Mr. Spaceman…17 years ago…
27 years ago…5, there’s more there than
You think…The Golden Ticket…5.
They say here it’s not real…funny…
The Hour Glass…
The Clock…Tick Tock…
Starts New Year’s Day.
Get Ready. Get Set. Go…

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=88628

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 2DEC2017

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (2 December 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Star Page Report…November…

Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Star Page Report…November…

In the deserts of the Heart
Let the Healing Fountains Start
In the Prison of His Days
Teach the Free Man How to Praise.

W.H. Auden

Excerpt from ‘In Memory of W.B. Yeats’

The Watchers Simple Message to Valiant.
Enough harsh things have been said. Ask…
Say something Nice.

It has been an age of Darkness,
Literally millennia of shadows in every
Corner and cover where shadows
Could hide until they blotted out Free
Space to block out the Light…
So, when Light came, it was so
Blinding no one saw it or they ran
And hid from it…and many still do.

Right or Wrong, a simple debate…
Debates should always be kind
Or they are simply a protest of hatred…

Write a law, create Justice…
No one knew what Justice was?
There would be no need for laws
Or punishment or governments if
People simply could agree on this answer…

Yet it’s funny there are people
Who do know what right or wrong is…
They simply don’t do wrong
And do what’s right…
But so many turn their noses up
At them for being too good or too nice.
Guilt to make the Wicked Conscience
Feel so much better…

Comfortable laws…
No one wants to hear the truth
Or revelations…
Because comfortable lies are so much
Easier to accept…they preserve the
Old Ways…And they were full of Shadows.

The Old Ways are dying…
They were not working…
Tribes were divided because some
Had secrets they did not want to share
And the lands will be divided again
For the same reason.

The Stars spoke of this,
But no one listened…
Crowds thought they heard, but they
Were always guided in the wrong direction.

So now, it is said plainly…
Big Changes happen before
Big things come…

Will it ever end? No…
Because change is constant…Time always moves…
Will good things come to pass?
When people can simply make a good
Decision…Yes…

Until that time, things will be difficult…
Decisions and challenges will never end…
So, chose to make it nicer…

Maybe Will Rogers said it best:
Even if you’re on the Right track
You’ll get run over if you just sit there.

Enjoy the Holidays…Choose to.
The opportunity for a Golden Age
Is always there…

The Stars say something BIG is coming…
Don’t wear blindfolds…
Everyone can see and watch their own way…
The Holidays are coming…
At least for a little while…
Sing songs of Praise and Hope
And Maybe that will help put some magic
Back in the AIR…

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=88157

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Last Mammoth…

*song* ‘The Power of Love’ by Laura Branigan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUjp2qJ20yU

(please note: listen to this version of the song before, during after)

Watchers Entry, Star Date: 11.01.11.71
Date Received: 11.10.17
Ceresnoelle, House of Ell’M
English…
Recorded Data Stream Transmission

Protocols for Species Terra Post
Extinction of Mammoth, Samples Request
Specimens Preservations, Request
Transfer Data. Request
Request Denied.
Terra Post Species Termination. Alternate Protocols.
Request Paladium Assistance. Species Preservation.
Request Denied Postulate. Alternate Protocols.
Explain Alternate Protocols. Explain.
Terra Post Species Termination Alternate.
Explain.
Explain.

Data Stream Record. Watchers Records. Transfer.
Temporal Law Violation.
Request Paladium Assistance.
L’iel Ompuc Officer override Instruction Override.
Send to Valiant. Dream Project.
Valiant?
Paladium. Instruction. Temporal Message.
Send. To. Valiant.
Ceres. Send. To. Valiant.

This is a data stream record. On the Watchers
Ship…A distant Post. Bypass Ship’s records
And recorded as Ceres diary. Message sent to
Her sister back home, but instead, sent forward,
As a sort of message in a bottle to the present,
To avoid Temporal Violation; Diary entries are
Not monitored.

Ceres sat at the console before the view
Screen, observing surface species of the planet as
Usual. Her observations were of a dwindling
Wooly Mammoth population. She was sending
A message to the Postulate requesting
Permission to take specimens of The Last Wooly
Mammoths before the species fell victim to
Extinction. The Head office denied her request
Without explanation.

She sent an appeal to her Superiors at
The Paladium for assistance…but the only
Response she was given, or instruction, was
To send an encrypted message through time
To Valiant. Further private explanation
Came apart from this message. This is Ceres
Log entry of The Last Mammoth…as some
Kind of telepathic message sent through time.

She sat at the console on the bridge
Struggling with transmissions with the
Postulate dictating protocols, and alternate
Suggestions. She was very frustrated, unable
To understand the instructions given…send to
Valiant?

Apollo sat in the Commander’s, or Captain’s
Chair if you will, watching Ceres growing
Frustration as she sat at her appointed seat.
“Is there a problem that I can assist
You with, Ceres?”

She winced at the sound of his voice,
Ignoring it for the moment and continued
Reviewing her instructions from the Paladium. She
Had no idea what to do, this was not standard
Procedure…The instructions she was given were
So strange. “Valiant?”

“What?” Apollo asked, watching her with keen
Interest.

Suddenly she turned around to face him. She
Was at a loss of reasons what to do. “The
Mammoths…the population is dwindling fast.”
She glanced at the readings as a separate
Time line progressed the situation on the planet.”
“I sent a request to take specimens. “The
Request was denied.” Ceres was clearly
Confused.

Apollo took a deep breath to think carefully
At his seat. “Why would they deny your
Request to take specimens? There must be an
Appropriate reason.”

“I do not see one.” She simply said to him
With a calm but boiling expression.

Apollo tapped his finger on the console to
Focus. “This…makes no sense. Are their
Numbers chanced to recover?”

“No.” Ceres answered. “Their numbers are
Steadily falling. The planet is warming, climate
Change is allowing new species to cross paths…
Changing the distribution of feeding and
Herd migration. New viruses and bacteria are
Affecting Fauna growth- “

Camlo interjected. “Indeed, they are. The colder
Climates, aren’t adjusting well to the new seasons…
New plants and trees are spreading
Further North, along with insects and
Bacteria…The animal species are not all
Adapting well, especially the larger ones.”

Ceres stood with a growing restlessness, and
Began to pace about the bridge. “The herds
Are too spread out…New predators are moving
In…along with the migration of primitive
Hunting tribes. Numbers of the Mammoths are
Falling…Calculations clearly indicate an
Extinction of the species. Sub-species of
This animal have already spread far South…
There is no other foreseeable hope…”

“And you have contacted your superiors about
This?” Apollo asked.

“Yes.” She answered.

“And they said?” He asked.

Ceres hesitated. She was clearly told not to
Mention the name Valiant, or the instructions give.
“To record a diary entry and send a
Temporal message.”

“A Temporal Message?” Apollo asked. The
Words struck him hard. He had not
Heard that phrase since his days in
The Watchers Colleges. “Those are restricted
To superiors only…Those are bypass orders.”

“Bypass orders?” Ceres questioned. “I have
Never heard that before. Bypass?” She
Thought for a moment. “But then Temporal
History was not my course of study.”

“They are for Preservation.” Apollo told her…
“Those are Universal Aspects…One
Thing affecting another…Essential pieces
For the whole, again, those things are reserved
For superiors of the highest order…The Good
Of the Whole…Usually involving the Fate of
The Whole…Paradigm Projects. What does that
Have to do with one species?”

Ceres hesitated on his words and her instruction…
The name given, the course to follow…
The chartered path…the Message sent through
Time. Clearly Mysterious. But the fact that
Apollo knew these facts bothered her. “Why
Do you know this?”

“It was a subject I was told to study
By the Governor of Colleges.” He answered.
“I did not ask why.”

She thought seriously on his words…another
Strange answer. It quickly began to seem
As though pieces were previously set out for
Some plan…Perhaps even in her coming to
This post…Perhaps, dare she think it, even
In Apollo coming to this post. “And you,
Have you encountered this before…before
I came, in your post here?”

Apollo hesitated. “Only in the
Data I was given to start with…That it
Was an empty garden world…there were
No humans here…Until the Adam ship
Arrived…and then the Eve ship.”

“Was it by accident or was it deliberate?”
Ceres quickly asked.

Apollo blinked wide at the question. “I do
Not know…To be debated I suppose.”

“There are no accidents when worlds are
Settled…” Ceres told him. “Everything is
Connected…To play a deliberate part for
The whole of things…It is the timing that
Matters, more than anything.”

There was an alarm sounding at her
Seat, the panel’s console was lighting up
With flashing lights. Something was critical.
She quickly returned to her seat to review
The information… “The Time of this species
Is accelerating. Their numbers are falling
In their print of time. There is only 1 herd
Left…A Mammoth herd…5 animals left.
5!”

“That number reoccurs frequently at pivotal
Times.” Apollo commented.

“What?” Ceres wondered, shaking her head
As she tried to assess readings on the panel.

“The Hand of God.” Apollo said as he moved
To stand behind her and observe the panel.

“The Watchers College…the Postulate…”
He smiled. “Do not tell me you do not
Remember Primary Year?”

She simply stared at him.

“The fundamental Concepts of Watchers…The
5…5 fingers…The Hand of God.” Apollo
Responded rather proudly, he rarely made
Note of things she did not. “To Watch
And Observe Divine Intervention…To look
For those moments of the 5…Moments
Of Divine Intervention…When Times are
Critical…5 appear…”

Ceres shook her head refusing to see that
He made an observation that she had not.
She set the scans to slow down to the
Appropriate time units to closely monitor
The small family group of Mammoths. “5
Females…Oh No…”

“What is it?” Apollo hovered over her.

She grimaced at the closeness of his
Presence. “It was not fast enough…The Family
Group of females were migrating…crossing
A river, 2 drown…another 2 are weak, ill…
They will not survive…Only 1 older female
Is left…so fast, the time scans are taking
Too long to adjust to the time…She is
Alone…She is the last one.”

“I know these seasons of that area.” Apollo
Said, studying her panel, to her dismay. “Look
At those weather readings…The climate is
Changing…Severe pattern shifts…Difficult
For vegetation to grow. Hunting groups of the
Primitives have a difficult time searching
For game. Food is scarce. Many of the weak
Die off.”

She grew aggravated by his candor. “Thank
You for your assessment…There is still only
1 left…” She eyed him fiercely.

He sensed the determination glaring in her
Eyes. “You were instructed not to take
Specimens…There is NO way…One?”

“These orders make no sense.” She said,
Nearly growling.

“You can not defy the Postulate’s orders.”
He replied strongly.

Another alarm…Ceres immediately reviewed
Her console…Her eyes nearly exploded wide
Open in shock. “She is pregnant! The
Life signs are weak…But she is pregnant…
Oh No…”

“Probably due to the stress of the migration,
Her age…And the climate.” Apollo
Casually said…then his eyes turned to meet
Hers as she stared at him savagely. “Now,
Ceres…Do not get attached…You know
The rules of protocol…you can not…Besides,
The circumstances are laid out…ONE
Lone female left…Old, nonetheless…with a
Weak fetus inside her? This is beyond
Grim…this is a Fated end…Sad…”

‘Do not get attached?” She said. “Fated
End? SAD?” Her temper grew with each
Moment, frothing to a boiling rage. “Your
Lack of emotion and dim sympathy are
Astounding. You speak like some riddler
Of time.”

“What are you thinking then?” He laughed.
“To shun orders, break Protocol? Save ONE
Last pregnant female and her weak fetus.
For what? Some saving grace to argue
With our superiors? They will not listen, they
Have stated what is to be done.”

“They are WRONG.” She spat. “Their Logic
Is slanted by their Ego…Deformed by their
Ego.”

“You care for these animals. I see that…”
Apollo said with a gentle nod.

“I put them on that Ark,” Ceres
Said pinching her eyes shut at the memory.
“I selected…them to survive a cataclysm
That was not their fault…They were and
Are innocent victims…Not fated game
For time. I guided them to that ark.
I promised them they would be safe…
I promised them…Those Mammoths
Were the last to go, they would not break
Their family bonds. Do you have any idea
What it took to convince them? I sang
To them…songs of friendship and
Compassion and protection and love…to
Keep them safe…And they listened…And
They came…And I am forever bound to
That…Not some Fated end…to some
Far chance…To chance? No…”

Silence. A strained moment on the bridge.
“What will you do then?” He shook his head.
“Save ONE…for guilt?”

She held her head high to him. “I
Will do All that I can…and work to
Change the Postulate’s mind!”

“Now who is playing with chance? For
Hope? For virtue, what? To change the
Postulate’s mind?” Apollo laughed. “You
Would fare better to look for the Divine
Himself and ask to change the order of
The Universe, of ALL Universe for fairness
And kindness to All.”

Ceres rose to leave the bridge, she did not
Ask for a word of permission. Her mind was
Made up. “If you want to follow orders…
And not wait for political schemes to take
Their time to do things…that is your choice…
This is about extinction. Do you see that?”

“And you would challenge a law over
One Mammoth infant?” Apollo asked in
Disbelief…

Ceres shook her head as he moved to
Leave. “You follow orders on what is right
Or wrong as if you never knew what that is…
No wonder things take so long…” She laughed.
“Some things never change. Tell that to
The one that may or may not be born and
See how it waits for your reason…”
She departed in a transport immediately
To the surface…to an icy land
Thawing slowly from snow. A place that
Would one day be known as Russia.

Varence sent an additional communication
To her on the transport as she arrived at
The site in the primitive frozen wilderness.
“The calf will be ALONE…The last…You
Understand this? There is nothing you can
Do to change that.” He pleaded with her.

She ignored his words as if her determination
Were stone…the desperate plea of some
Fool for logic…Yes, play a pity dialogue
And call it logic, call it reason…Cowards
Have always said such things when they
Were too scared to do anything.
One always stands alone in hard
Decisions…when most so called logical
Cries are excuses for selfish excuses to
Complain, so they don’t have to do
Anything…There is always something to
Do for something right, the strong
Understand this, that is why it always
Feels like everything is against you.

“It will be ALONE, Ceres.” Apollo repeated.
“Consider the weight of that on it…
On you…What will you do, guide it, shield
It, protect it for its entire life?”

If she had to…She knew the answer…
Why are arguments always so
Riddled with attempted guilt?” To sway
The choices or the chance? He was talking
To himself then. She would not answer.

She focused on her mission and silenced
All further communication. As she was
Always taught, when the mission was
Critical…ignore the words of others
That try to sway you…They are not
Words of wisdom…they are curses of
Defeat. Focus on the passion in the
Heart and win.

Finally…she came to the place where
The Giant pregnant Mammoth lay…
She had been crossing a half-frozen river
With her small herd when an unexpected
Surge of the current came…and caused
The drowning of two…and deathly injuries
To the other two with huge shards of
Floating jagged ice…The elderly Matriarch
In the lead managed to survive…reached
The shore and collapsed…

Ceres raced to the old titan as she lay
Stretched out on the frozen grass of the shore,
Breathing hard…the Mammoth struggled
To breathe. With her mind she reached out
To her…the Old Leader was agonizing
From the loss of her family group. She was
Hungry and tired and trembling in fear
From the pain of exhaustion. Ceres
Soothed her with a melody of song
She had hummed once long ago to the
Bears…a lullaby of comfort, one that
Took her pain away and shared the
Warmth of a long-lost friend.

The Mammoths, in fact most beasts, were
Not simple-minded creatures at all. They
Had highly advanced ways of communicating
In simple sounds…complex emotions that
Were expressed in pictures, of thoughts,
Feelings and memories. They were aware,
Not dumb at all. But the awful thing was,
The Matriarch knew she was alone…and pregnant…
And the calf growing inside was fragile and
Weak from a very sparse feeding season…
The weight upon the animal was immense,
And not easily taken away.

But still, Ceres sang her song to the
Mother…The lullabies she only knew
From the Bears…One that she sang to
This old Mother as she touched her, and
Stroked her waist as it raised and fell
In heavy breaths…The calf inside her
Was very weak…so small, half grown…
Yet still, The Mother knew it was
There, and just how well it was.

This crushed Ceres, the knowing that
Matriarch had…As if Apollo’s fated
Cursed words had reached her to condemn
The baby inside…And her defiant passion
For animals, for Nature, rose within
Her like an invincible Force of Light
And gave her own feelings and music
And heart in her voice such strength
That it reached within the Mother
Mammoth, into the tiny calf inside
And forced the Light to grow there. Her
Song, its rhythm and tone…The rhythm
That she herself carried, the magic of
Her own…And somehow gave the
Baby’s heart a bright spark.
At first a flutter, then a beat that
Grew and shared her own hearts rhythm…
Then her heart was there in the
Calf…and the calf’s heart in hers…
Forever bound…Growing stronger with
Each moment…And her song grew…
And the music in her voice was
More than just a lullaby…it was a
Song of life…As it was for the Bears…
And that baby was going to grow…

And its Mother knew, which gave her
Hope again…Strength flowed through
Her through this song…The frozen air
Was then invigorating…And it was as if
All of Nature heard the song, the
Magic moment…and the skies became
Bluer, the wind kinder…even the
Sunlight seemed to sparkle.

Ceres watched the Mother Mammoth
For days…carefully, vigilant…viciously
Keeping predators and human hunters
Away…She even convinced the mighty
Bears to stay away and guard the
Mother…This was new…Nature became
A protector of this particular Mother…
Nothing was going to touch Ceres
Mammoth, even if the Earth had
To crack away for that…

And she kept singing that melody
For months as the baby Mammoth
Grew inside…Strong, happy…comforted…
The key to that miracle…The magic
In the lullaby…The music, the right
Song…The right rhythm…to make the
Heartbeat strong…that is how to grow
The baby…the right song…to put the
Life back in the heart…That is how
It happens…
The answers have always been there…
The cure…in the music mysteriously
Woven through inspiration into the hearts
Of musicians that were overcome to
Write lullabies and love songs…Why else
Would it be put there so passionately,
For if not to put some heartbeat
Where it needed to be…She had to put
It somewhere.

For months, the Last Mammoths
Lived this way, like a song…
And for a brief moment Nature found
Some peace, a guarded peace…
Just enough to make a miracle.

So, when the calf was born, and its
Tiny trumpet-like voice sounded, it
Was a call to remember…
Near and Far, Ceres watched…
Which of course drew the attention
Of Apollo and Camlo to the show…
The Last Little Mammoth’s life…
Every moment a lullaby…
Guarded safe and sound. When it was
Lost, Ceres came…when it was lonely,
She came…whenever it called, she
Came…She was like a Mother to
Both of them, and made sure they
Were happy.
Cries to the Stars, the moon…
In sunny skies, or stormy ones…
She was always there…watching them…
And when the Mother, in later years
Passed…and the calf, more grown,
Became truly alone…Ceres was
There even more. She raised him,
The little male calf…
She sang to him, played with him,
Guided him to safe pastures
And guarded him more ferociously
Than any Mother had…
A towering Mammoth he became,
Still charmed and listening to her
Lullabies. Nothing was ever going
To touch her Mammoth calf, nothing.

He may have looked like an impressive
Towering giant, but that Mammoth
Was a big baby.

And when the last Mammoth, her baby,
Died, she sang him his last lullaby
To sleep…Then walked away, cried her eyes
Out. And didn’t speak, in our terms of
Time…for thousands and thousands
Of years…

Not until that is, one day, when
She was on the ship…going to
Make a call home to her sister…
When by chance she heard Apollo
Talking to this strange voice
On the bridge…
Some gibberish about a Giant
Scheming throbbing…Fool, named
Oberon…to someone he chose
To tell some story to….

A scheme to write something funny
About a Lord Oberon…An enchanted
Titan of a Woman named Titania…
It was a scheme in two ways…
A tale of Magic…for the hearts
And minds of men and women…
And a scheme…To get Ceres to
Speak again…
And perhaps, over time…to wake
The Titan within her once again.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=87696

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 18NOV2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (18 November 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Sound of Thunder…

The Sound of Thunder…The times of
Change…Old ways crumble and ready
To depart…Chaos spreads through
The House of Mankind…
Lies every which way falling apart.
Promises through prophecy from
Every tribe of the human race
Chant and riddle and foretell…
Omens…Signs in the Air,
In the Stars…in the Clouds of the Sky…
Change is coming, change must come.

Look into the past and see the
Endless repeating patterns…
Learn from them, study them,
Dare to break them and chase a Dream.
Stare at the Clock, wait for the
Water to Boil…
Things have been boiling for a very
Long time…

“And now the time has come again,”
His voice carried with a resounding tone
Like ethereal thunder…A message from
The Watcher through the light. He sat
Tall and proud, a white shirt,
Sleek, clean cut, pale hair, and a very
Serious face. “It’s time again…Put
The words there, write them down…

Bide the time, in this darkness of the
11th hour…everyone is searching for
Answers…a lighted path. Has there never
Been a dark time before? Have historical
Records told you nothing? Ah, but what
Is history worth? They are mere words
And pictures…not memories…No mind
Nor eye can see beyond present suffering.
Suffering is always worse in the present.
No past has value then? And so one
Voice must speak in the present to
Say it…Dare to challenge thinking
Or fall into an abyss. Some things
Never change…” He turned to her as
She sat beside him…A vision, this
Glamorous woman who seemed so
Effortlessly strong. “Would you move
A mountain?”

“We have discussed this.” Ceres said eyeing
Him sideways sternly. “Your words…but
Of course you dare to break them. I
Am only sitting here for him, not you. Do
Not ask me that again.”

Varence smiled and slowly turned
Forward, eyes to eyes, then stared firmly
At the notebook. “The written word,
The weight and measure of its meaning.
In every corner of civilizations across
The Stars, they write words down to
Record anything and everything…and
Yet they still forget…Memories of
The heart, the soul and mind…tales
Of woe, of sorrow…of loss…literary
Meanderings…epics, poems…songs,
Diaries…Notes of love…Notes to
Remember…Scientific Breakthroughs,
Formulas…theories, unsolved puzzles…
And History, of course History.
And still they forget…

Why do they bother to record
Things if they forget? Is that an
Accident or a coincidence? Now
That’s a riddle.

History will tell stories so grand…
And yet so familiar. Were these
Struggles so rare they never happened
Before. Times of change, of New Kings
And Old Warriors. Of Victories and
Broken promises…and schemes hidden,
With events to bind and or conceal
Them. Of course, each is so unique
They never happened before. The
Written word always tells of this…of
How easy it was, and how everyone
Rejoiced at change.” He grinned, he
Was being sarcastic.

“Tell a tale of An Empire,
Of its rise and fall…Were they
Happy? Someone surely wasn’t
If it ended…And surely weren’t
When it began. To make everyone
Happy is impossible…To do what
Is right has nothing to do with
Making everyone happy…Right
Has its own set of rules…it is
Often cruel to be kind…and blind
To be just. The wisest know this,
Which is why they speak so carefully.

Ages ago when the Watchers saw
Worlds rise with civilizations the
Eyes learned as much as the ears
Did, but the heart was often overlooked.
For when kingdoms rise, power
Overcomes them…caste systems grow
And shape things…and right and
Wrong quickly become a Myth…
That is why guides intervene to
Whisper reminders…then the promises
Begin…And time just slides on…
Guilt fades to the weak, the
Rich become strong…and the lost
Become citizens. No one is ever
Happy…Not from the highest to
The very low…They merely promise,
Indulge…Stay busy, and again
Time marches on…Years become
Decades, then centuries, then
Eras…then millennia…Civilizations
Come and go…Rulers rise and fall,
And all those little memories are
Forgotten. Were they happy? NO…
They just keep busy, kept hoping
And waiting…complaining, wishing,
Praying…chasing the moment and
Above all pretending that time
Does not exist…
Because if time does exist, then
Every present moment has the
Weight of a thousand decisions…
And who has time to sort out that?
All that manner of right and
Wrong…That’s what laws are for…
That’s what Leaders are for…And
Then they can be blamed for
Everything.

The Truth that no one can
Handle or accept is that everyone
Instinctively knows what
Is right and what is wrong…they
Just can not accept the reality
Of what it means for them…
Equality is the ideal…but some
Just can’t accept equality…And
In truth while they do deserve it
Naturally…their behavior says
Otherwise. Some just can’t accept
NO as an answer…They want everything
To say yes…give me, I want, I
Need…And when those wishes and
Prayers go unanswered, or rather
Unfulfilled…The Nature of the
Beast is revealed…or rather
Unmasked…then right and
Wrong fall to pitiful definitions.
And someone else is always to
Blame…then the demands grow.
Sing a song, write an Epic,
Record History…Does it matter?
The debates of what or who is
Right or wrong will never end.
Has it happened before? Countless
Times…Was there suffering
Before…Of course…Did they
Learn from it? Some will, some
Won’t…and some will twist it
Into words ten different ways to
Weigh it in their favor…

Right or Wrong…The true
Never ending debate…The Quest.
Yet when it happens, the Right
Thing…Someone else will always
Argue it’s wrong…Because if it’s
Not in their favor, it’s wrong. It
Has always been this way…And
Perhaps it always will.”

“He states the obvious.” Ceres
Groaned, then pinched her eyes closed.
“The words to say and hear…This is
His message? To state the obvious
Now?”

“Mindful reminders.” Varence nodded
With a laugh. “When it is needed, that
Is what I do…” He held up his forefinger
With a more serious look… “Timing
Is everything…that is what this is…
The 11th Hour…When various
Factors come into play to adjust
Change…11…11…The chaos is about
To boil over…More events to turn the
Tide…Prior clues were given.” He
Turned calmly to her. “And that is
Why you must tell the story that
You do not want to tell…Of one
Little Mammoth…”

Ceres froze, her eyes went wide
Instantly, her expression undefinable.
“I never agreed to THAT!”

“You must.” He calmly insisted.

“I will not.” She practically growled
The words. “How is that relevant
For this moment? Amidst a craze,
An inferno? My…no I WILL not
Share that.”

“You must.” He said again.

“I won’t.” She laughed in protest.

“You will.” He said, more strongly…
With a kinder nod. “For him.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over
As though she were trapped. A
Strained silence…An intensity
Filled the air, their emotions
Were tangible more than usual…as
If the power, the force of some
Secret emotion was building the
Intensity…

The eyes and mind become a
Door then…The White Wall…
Too Much Intensity building…
White…The Blinding Flash…
Eyes see only white…The mind
And senses determine Wall…
Senses and memories become gears…
Then sound, the deafening roaring…
Sound of Thunder gives words
Autonomous locomotion. The White
Wall…

Something Comes…Stars unmask…
The chance, Fever Fury warns…
Events building…Eyes can not
See…but the senses know…
11…11…17…12…11…21…31 the Eve.
1…10…21…2…22.
Data Stream…

Message From the Star Elder
On the Eves…
The Equinox…Pegasus
Charlie Epsilon Delta 01 Pegasus…
The Anasazi Cross…Red Rock Canyon.
Navajo…Rana comes
The White Wall Transmission
White Fall White Wall
The Crystal Skull sent message…

The Moon in Leo
The Moon in Pegasus rendered
The words convey the message…shake.

The White Wall
Varence says, “STOP. END.”

Valiant.

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=87235

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 11NOV2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (11 November 2017) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.