Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 15…

A secret moment had arrived, but
So few knew it. There was an
Overwhelming sense of everything
Turning inside out with a convergence
Of reason as if guided by the
Stars. And there above rising
Through the trees to beckon the time
Was a full Spring moon…

Jon’s eyes widened to see the
Silver sphere rising, he squinted straining
To understand what his mind saw in it.
The moon was rising so early. ‘It’s getting
Late. I really should get the goats home
Before my family begins to wonder
Where I am.’

‘No, just stay a while.’ Raya reassured
Him patting his hand. ‘I will have my
Grandsons go and watch your flock
For you.’ Then she waved to the two
Teenage boys to go and do as she asked
So they could keep Jon just a while longer.
‘Jon, I think you need good company for
Just a while longer. Just be calm.’

‘You look like you need a lot of good
Rest.’ Her daughter Mira insisted with
A stern nod. ‘But I believe you are not
Finding much peace in sleep.’

‘No.’ Jon confessed with his head held
Down. ‘When I sleep, I dream…and
See things I don’t want to…or don’t
Understand.’

‘You dream about things before they
Happen.’ Raya said in an eerie tone.

‘Sometimes.’ Jon admitted.

‘You know which ones will.’ Raya added.
She studied Jon’s face carefully as he said
Nothing. ‘And this upsets you.’

‘Lately its been happening more and
More.’ He said.

She grinned. ‘The gift of a seer…. You
Know for ages it has been a highly prized
Gift…coveted. We have discussed this,
Remember?’

‘Yes, I remember.’ He nodded.

‘You know the gift comes with a price…
For those that really have it.’ She said
With her head tiled down with a sad
But kind expression. ‘They see their own
Death.’

He met her eyes slowly and silently.
He just couldn’t find the words to reply.

‘I understand, Jon. I do.’ Raya told
Him as she took his hand in hers. ‘Others
Will never understand this…Most just
Laugh and dismiss it…All they want
Are fortunes and promises of love…They
See a price in coins, that’s all they see,
Nothing more. Not fate…not the toll that
It takes or how it comes…They just want
The shortest and easiest answer.’

‘So why do it then? Why have this way
Of life?’ Jon asked, begged. ‘I still think
It’s a curse.’

‘Its not a choice.’ Mira insisted gently.
‘Its different for everyone. But for us, my
Family…It is something that we wander
And search for. To search for answers as
Well…Why? How? To help someone, a
Few…and find an answer in that someway.
But you can’t do that for everyone. That’s
Impossible. You have to help yourself
First. You have to learn how to stand before
You can walk.’

‘And there are different gifts. With each
One comes a different road.’ Raya said
As she looked about their wagon and her
Family. ‘You learn things over the years.
If a group is too large its chaos…Like a
Herd of beasts, a lot of little things get
Lost…Important things. Smaller groups
Work better, they can work wonders.
But again, that depends on the road you
Travel…We have seen so many things.’

‘And people.’ Mira added with a laugh.
‘And the more we meet, the more the
Stories sound the same…everywhere.
Its funny really.’

‘You learn to be creative when you
Speak.’ Raya said. ‘You have to be…
Its kinder that way, and more valuable.
If, when good fortunes are told…The
Best way is with a story. They are
Priceless this way…Good stories are
Supposed to teach, impart a message
And have very relevant prophetic
Verses…People remember them that
Way…and tell others.’

‘Isn’t everyone ALWAYS trying to
Tell a story?’ Mira asked him. ‘Aren’t
They in some way? Only most say
I…all the time…or me, what about me?’

‘And that’s when I say,’ Raya added
With a raised brow and serious tone,
‘What about you? What…about…you?
Everyone struggles, has pain, loss….
You can’t have all the answers, there
Would be no point in going on…we
Overcome each obstacle and become
Stronger for the long road…beyond
This. Because there must be more,
More than this…there must be.’ Then
She took a deep breath and sighed.
‘You tell them what you can, as best
You can…you give them some hope
And truth…and hopefully that’s a
Little more than they had before.’

‘But sharing visions isn’t an answer
For everyone. How can it be?’ Jon
Asked. ‘Doesn’t it make you tired,
When they ask so much of you?’

‘I have dreams of meeting people
And talking to people, sharing
Fortunes. So that is what I do.’ Raya
Just smiled.

‘The funny dreams are the romantic
Ones.’ Mira laughed. ‘Or the erotic
Dreams we hear…Those are the ones
To dismiss, so many have those…so
Many.’ She said shaking her head. ‘I
Can’t tell you how many people come
With stories about them…it’s something
Most never stop thinking about.’

‘Mine aren’t like that.’ Jon told them.
‘Something must be wrong with me, I
Don’t dream about romance or anything
Like that…I see things…sometimes broad
And sometimes small…I don’t dream of
Love or of legends…. I see things in
Dreams that scare me. Messages, symbols,
About being swept away into, or onto…
some kind of journey that I did not want…
and can not control. Why?’

‘Jon…I’ve sat here with you, I know
You unlike others…Now I have to say…
There is obviously a bigger plan at
Work for you.’ She said. ‘I know you
Do not want to hear that, but you have to.’

He fought to accept her words and
Bit his lip before admitting it. ‘I’m
Trying to.’

Mira arched her head slightly then at
Him. ‘The stars in the sky at night…
The way they move more and more…
You notice them, don’t you? Everyone
Does, more are noticing them. We
Hear about this.’ Then she looked at
Her mother, ‘What he saw…those lights.
Something is coming soon.’

‘We all sense this.’ Raya agreed. ‘And
More are wondering about it. How can
They not? And the fear and uncertainty
Is bringing out an ugly side in some…
And the best in others. That also says
A lot. Its almost like a judgement
Somehow.’

‘There are so many ideas about these
Things…but most are afraid to discuss
It…out loud at least.’ Mira nodded.

‘And some talk way too much about
It.’ Raya’s husband said seriously as
He could not help but wander over
And join their conversation. ‘Sometimes
Too much talking is just that, too much.
Faith and devotion say much more…
Those that push too much for a fast
Answer find nothing…Some answers
Never come, maybe they’re not meant
For everyone…The wisest wait.’

‘Patience is also a gift.’ Raya smiled
At her husband, proud of his words.
Most of her family gave sound counsel…
Well, most of the time.

Mira turned to Jon curiously. ‘You
Saw these lights up close…The little
Men that you described…and this light
That was put in your head…. What do
You think it means?’ All of them
Then stared intently at Jon eager to
Hear what he had to say.

He held his breath a moment at the
Pressure…But then, as if some
Mysterious insight inside him took
Over…’I never thought of those
Things before. They always scared
Me. But I think, I believe…they are
Here waiting to see which way this
World is going to go. It’s a turning
Point somehow. They know there’s
Something different here now…that
Could bring a shift. I’m not sure if
They are competing for it, or trying
To control it…but I do know they
Are watching and waiting.’

‘But what are they? Who are they?’
Mira asked. ‘You have been so
Close to so many strange things…
Just as we have. What do you see?’

‘Yes.’ Raya added eagerly. ‘What
Do you see?’

‘You won’t like my answer.’ Jon
Told them.

‘No, no.’ Raya replied. ‘Believe me,
I understand…. The hardest things to
Hear…are often what you need to
Listen to the most.’

Jon watched their faces, their eyes…
And saw the respect they were
Giving him. That was so rare for
Him. The only one who had ever
Admired his views was Heinz…he
Missed that. And in that respect, they
Gave him, he found his way to speak.
‘Some are not from here…And some
I believe are from another time and
Place somehow…And they are trying
To influence things…to shape this
World. One is trying to move it in
A dark way….and another is trying
To prevent that…It feels, territorial.’

Raya’s eyes opened wide. ‘That
Feels precisely true. I can not
Understand why…But when you
Say that, I can feel it now.’

‘The real question then becomes…
Who will win?’ Baja asked them.

‘In stories Good always wins….
In the end.’ Mira speculated.

‘Those are stories, fairy tales.’ Baja
Scowled. ‘That is what we are led
To believe…But in truth, if Good
Always wins…then why is the world
This way? No, it seems more that
The Dark has won more in the past.’

‘She said Good wins in the end.’
Raya responded. ‘This is not the end.
This isn’t even the beginning, maybe
Just somewhere in between.’

‘So, when is the end then?’ Mira
Wondered. ‘Is that what we have
To wait for…to see if Good will
Win? What time would that be?’

Raya thought carefully…remembering
A night years ago when a strange
Visitor appeared with a message
Before she gave a young girl a fortune.
It was as if lighting struck her…A
Special baby…Then she stared at
Jon…but was too terrified to say
What thoughts struck her mind…
She could only mumble the words,
‘Every 4-500 years it happens.’

‘What happens?’ Baja asked.

‘Some celestial…message or gift.’
Raya answered, her eyes seeming
To stare far away.

Jon squinted at her words. How could
She have said that? Then he felt a
Shiver up his spine. ‘But a lot have
Gifts though.’

‘Puzzle pieces.’ Raya wondered aloud.
‘Some do have gifts, yes. But different
Purposes…’

‘So, are you saying,’ Mira said turning
To her mother,’ ‘That we are on this
World…just like some players on
A game board? On some one or
Some things territory?’

‘It appears that way.’ Raya could only
Say.

‘Still,’ Baja added, ‘If this is not
The end…then that can only mean…
The Dark road is not over. That
Should tell us who wins now.’

‘Have hope, Father.’ Mira pleaded.

‘Everything just seems to be
Getting so big so fast.’ Jon said.

‘The world is large, my friend.’ Baja
Told him. ‘To have hope in such a
Large world…its better to know fewer
People then.’ He laughed.

A tense moment of silence. Then
Raya took a deep breath. ‘There
Are those that believe in one
Absolute creation…In God, one God,
And that this world is all there is…
Yet to look up at the stars at night…
How can this be all there is? No,
There has to be more…it makes
Sense. Someday there will be
Answers on this. What those answers
Are…’ She looked at them with a
Heavy brow, certain about what
She was saying, ‘It would be best
To be open to any answer…no
Matter how it sounds.’

‘A man once told me…’ Jon said
Very carefully. ‘That…we…are
Not from here…. And that we have
Family,’ he looked up and pointed
With his eyes to the sky and the
Stars beyond, ‘Out there.’

They all stared at Jon with keen
Expressions…a little shocked,
A little scared…but absolutely
Believing him. Somehow his
Words did not seem so far-fetched
At all. ‘I really should go now,’
He said standing fast, ‘My family
Will really wonder where I am.
They will be angry.’ He started
To walk off when…

‘Jon…Who is he?’ Raya dared
To ask.

‘Who?’ Jon answered.

‘The man, the tall man that comes
Sometimes…then vanishes.’ Raya
Said boldly, desperately trying
To read more from him…. but she
Couldn’t.

‘I don’t know what you mean.’
He responded avoiding her eyes.

‘Yes, you do.’ Mira said.

‘I can’t give you that answer.’
Jon only said. ‘I really should go
Now…I hope…I will try to
Visit you once again before you
Leave.’

‘Be well my friend.’ They each said
To him kindly. ‘Please stay well…
And Safe. Take care of yourself.’

Jon left quietly, their eyes following
His every step until he was out of
Sight through the trees. Then he
Went to the meadow and met Raya’s
Grandsons as they watched his goats.
He thanked them, then ushered the
Flock away back home. When he
Arrived back at his house, his family
Was already sitting down to dinner.
They were upset waiting for him as
He expected…His father was the
First to speak as Jon entered through
The front door. ‘Where have you
Been?’ He asked angrily.

Jon had already planned his
Explanation, he dare not tell them
About the gypsies…that would
Make things so much worse. ‘I
Fell asleep in the meadow. I passed
Out…I was so tired…I’m sorry.’

‘Asleep?’ His father snapped. ‘Too
Much work watching the goats graze?
That is too hard for you?’

‘Please Helmut.’ His mother begged.
‘The boy is not well, he has been ill.’

His father held his tongue for now,
But fought giving his son a good slap.
‘Next time pay more attention to
The time.’

‘You would be much better off
Getting married.’ His grandmother
Had to say. ‘Someone to care for you…
Children to help around the farm…
Don’t you want to be a good son,
Make your grandmother happy, and
Give me grandchildren? What
Is a family without sweet babies
Running around?’

Jon froze…stood there watching
Them eat. Years of memories
Flashed through his eyes. What was
There to remember? Nothing sweet.
Then something rose within him
And the words just came out. ‘I
Am NOT getting married and having
Children just to make you happy…
What, for more children to slap around?’

Everyone froze in shock and looked
At him. Even his father was
Stunned. ‘Jon…what you said
To your grandmother! What a
Worthless brat you are!’ His
Grandfather growled. ‘You apologize
Now.’

‘I’m not sorry I said it.’ Jon
Said strongly, even coldly.

‘That attitude of yours,’ his father
Responded hard, ‘needs to be
Broken. I didn’t raise you that
Way…You don’t need to eat tonight.
You go to your room and get to
Bed…You need to think more about
Obedience.’

Jon said nothing, he simply turned
And went to his room as requested
And shut the door, shutting
Everything out. But inside he felt
A quiet victory…and felt a
Little stronger than before. Then
Suddenly he didn’t feel as sick
Either…as if something rising
Within fought it off.

Hours passed until darkness came.
He lay in his bed quietly, not a
Thought in his head…he simply
Stared at the ceiling…waiting.
Once he felt the house was
Absolutely quiet with everyone
Asleep…there was a slight shuffling
Sound, a soft footstep. Then the
Stranger emerged from the shadowy
Corner of his room…out of
Nowhere.

‘I knew you would be there again.’
Jon said.

‘I know.’ He replied.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Jon
Asked.

‘Jon, I’m not doing it.’ The tall
Stranger answered. His face had
The kindest expression…wise,
Patient and knowing, even though
He said so little. ‘I am here
To help you, that’s all.’

‘Why?’

‘Because no one else can.’ The
Stranger said watching him. ‘They
Don’t know how…that’s why I
Am asking you to listen to me.’

‘I keep thinking about Jeff. Why?’ Jon
Asked.

‘There is a connection there. That’s
Why.’ The stranger said.

‘He’s like me?’ Jon asked.

‘Similar, yes.’ The stranger said. ‘But
He went through something much
Worse. You can never talk about
That, not ever…An Angel gave
Him a gift too…only his came
At 3 in the afternoon.’

‘I told him what you said.’ Jon
Went on. ‘He has other gifts,
That’s why.’

The stranger nodded. ‘We need
Him for something. Many were
Selected with tests…only a few
Passed them.’

‘Is this about me or him?’ Jon
Asked.

‘Both.’ The stranger said, then
Looked around Jon’s room as he
Walked around his bed…and slowly
Stopped to meet his eyes. ‘They
Were warned once about particle
Accelerators…about the universe
And life elsewhere…to respect their
Neighbors…or there would be
Consequences. A certain amount
Of time was allotted for this.’

‘What is a particle accelerator?’
Jon asked.

‘Well…it is basically about power,’
The stranger said, ‘But it affects
All natures of things…properly
Managed it is a wonderful
Energy…poorly managed…it can
Tear a universe apart…even
Dimensions…Even a small accident
Creates ripples…and can be felt
In worlds and universes far far
Away…One bad ripple can really
Anger some things.’

‘I don’t understand.’ Jon could only say.

‘What it means, Jon, is…’ The stranger
Said mysteriously. ‘The universe, or
Rather higher aspects of it…responds
To such things to correct it…
And if it can not correct it,
Or is not allowed to…then
One day all hell is going to
Break loose.’

Valiant.

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 20APR2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (20 April 2019) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…the Gift…Part 14…

1559 Nuremberg, Germany

Returned in the night from an impossible
Journey through a dream, that was much
More than a dream, Jon seemed to fall into
Bed as though he fell through a void. But
He rested still fast, comforted quickly by
A guided hand and the strong presence
Of the mysterious stranger. He simply
Closed his eyes as they were filled with
Hazy images of the past, present and
Future…A collision of impressions
Engulfing his senses by a slip in time.

The mystery man remained close to
Watch him carefully to make sure he
Adjusted alright. ‘Rest Jon.’ He told
Him kindly as he slept. ‘Just take it in
Let it go. You did great. That’s all you
Need to know right now.’

The man stood there a moment watching
Him sleep with a smile. Then he looked
Slowly around his room, at the furniture…
The architecture…How simple everything
Was, so simple…yet such a harsh world.
The idea and the chances of words to
Say were ridiculous to measure. But then
He blinked and smiled once more and
Looked at Jon and said, ‘Jon…I’m going
To tell you something. It won’t make any
Sense to you I know…but…for a word
Somewhere in time it will.

In the universe there is creation and logic…
There will always be a contest between
The two…creativity is a variable that
Creates…And logic is the understanding.
There will always be two…If the universe
Was ever to send a message…It would be,
If you push control of creation, there will
Always be something new…It doesn’t
Happen very often, maybe every 4 or 500
Years, but it does happen…Sleep peacefully
Jon.’ And then the stranger vanished.

When morning came Jon awoke surprisingly
Well rested, even invigorated for some
Reason. He remembered the dream and
Strange words very clearly—even too
Clearly, as though they were more real
Than being awake. He got dressed and went
To breakfast cheerfully, his mood even
Brightened up everyone in the house…
Even the sun shined brighter that day,
And the sky was clear shade of blue. It
Was almost as if the weather mirrored
His feelings. But maybe it was too crazy
To think that way. The entire day continued
This way, and things didn’t seem so bad
At all.

A week went by very calmly, just
Chores and daily boring routines
For Jon. But that strange dream haunted
Jon in a good way…He could not get
That Jeff out of his mind, he almost
Looked like he could have been an
Older brother of his somehow. But he
Had never seen him before ever. He
Had only met him once so briefly,
But it seemed as though he had always
Known him…there was just no
Explanation or sense about it.

And then, almost exactly to the day…
One week later as he was eating
Breakfast with his family, there
Was another knock on the front door…

Knock Knock…

And before the door even opened,
Jon just knew that was Mr. Kingsman
Back for another visit. His family
Greeted the man very kindly…then
He asked to speak to Jon outside
Alone, away from everyone of course.

Mr. Kingsman was very polite
And smiled as they walked away from
The house, a safe distance for a
Private conversation. ‘How are
You Jon? I just had to come see you
Again, I could not stop thinking
About you.’

Jon held himself surprisingly well,
Very calm…that dream experience
Had given him fuel. ‘I’m alright,
Sir. How are you?’

‘Oh, I’m good, I’m good.’ Mr.
Kingsman said carefully looking
Around eyeing the property. ‘I
Just wanted to see what you
Thought about my offer.’

Jon stood quietly a moment looking
Down at his feet, the ground, the
Grass. His mind just needed to
Keep it simple, as simple as
Possible. ‘Oh, I don’t think so, Sir.
I appreciate your offer, I really do.
But I’m just me, just quiet boring
Me…simple.’

Mr. Kingsman laughed kindly as
He eyed the farm again sizing it up.
‘Yes well, you know I do not make
This offer to anyone. People usually
Beg me for a job…You would not
Believe how people beg, the things
That they will do…’ Then he looked
At Jon and smiled carefully. ‘You
Know you could really go places…
Everyone wants to go places Jon.
The things they will do…I have a
Good eye for things, you could go
Places…I know people…They would
Really like you…’

Jon smiled politely back and looked
Around at the farm. ‘Maybe…but
I like this life. I always wanted a
Farm of my own…some place safe
And quiet. I just see the world getting
Crazier and crazier…. Everyone wants
So much all the time. I love the animals,
I swear some times I think animals
Are better than most people.’

Mr. Kingsman laughed. ‘They are
Amazing…Of all living things in
All their diversity…Such simple
Creatures bring such peace, and
Contentment. And yet in their
Design nothing is more efficient
With little demand…Like the birds.’

‘I love birds.’ Jon smiled as he
Watched some wild doves fly by
Overhead just at that moment. ‘They
Just spread their wings and fly, and
Soar….And so many kinds, some
Sing…some dance.’

‘And they are the most efficient
Hunters as well.’ Mr. Kingsman
Added as they watched the skies
For birds together. ‘A bird of prey
Can spot its target from towering
Heights and dive strike so fast…
And an owl by night with its silent
Wings…you will never hear it
Coming…Great hunters birds are,
Such GREAT hunters.’

‘And the patterns of the feathers.’
Jon added. ‘The detail, the artistry…
Reflect all sorts of things in nature.’

‘There’s a lot to see in so many
Ways.’ Mr. Kingsman said with
Respect. ‘A lot of clues there…
You have a good eye for things,
Jon.’

Jon half smiled recalling a
Strange memory, ‘Did you know
That hummingbirds appear in
The summer…and they sometimes
Fly right up to my face and just
Hover, staring at me. It’s like
They’re seeing something…
Something that…’ He caught his
Breath and shied away from saying
More. ‘I don’t know, maybe it’s
Nothing. My family always says
That I think too much.’

‘Some people do.’ Mr. Kingsman
Nodded with a gentle laugh.
‘Some people think too much, and
Don’t notice anything. It’s all in
How they speak…No, I think
You are just fine, Jon.’

‘So, what is it then with the
Hummingbirds?’ Jon asked. ‘Is
It magic or something?’

Mr. Kingsman just grinned slyly.
‘No, animals notice things…. And
Magic?’ He let out a loud laugh
At that word. ‘Let me tell you
Something about magic, Jon…A
Little secret that most people will
Never know…’

Jon’s interest peaked as he thought
About the gypsies and what they
Told him.

‘There’s all kinds of magic in the
World, Jon…. all kinds.’ Mr.
Kingsman said very seriously, and
In a way that spoke from experience
And not ego. ‘Now the thing about
Magic is…IF magic was available
Freely…everyone out there in the
World would want it, Jon…
EVERYONE. You would see all
Sorts of little peddlers and shops
Of all kinds selling potions and
Spells and little totems, making all
Sorts of claims EVERYWHERE…
Do you have any idea of how
Dangerous or crazy the world would
Be if just anyone could just go out
And randomly buy magic? No, No…
Real magic is rare, and found in a
Precious few…You can not buy it,
No matter what anyone tries to tell
You.’

‘But the gypsies come every year,
And they do incredible things.’
Jon said.

‘That’s different.’ Mr. Kingsman
Said. ‘It’s in some of them, yes.
But they don’t sell it, they share it.
You are not supposed to sell magic
Ever…. Now you can share a gift
In part for a price, but you aren’t
Selling the gift to people. No, no…
With true talents and skills you have
To train, to hone them…and learn
From a master…as an apprentice. And
That takes YEARS. And even then, the
Master MUST BE careful and diligent
With whom he chooses to teach
And share his skills with…’

Jon nodded, he could see his point
Very well. It did make perfect
Sense…For that’s what he learned
From Raya and her family not so
Long ago.

Then Mr. Kingsman laughed. ‘Not
Unless some great fantastic light
Came down from the sky and put
Itself in your head.’

Jon’s eyes widened and he kept
Perfectly still and mouth tightly
Shut.

‘So, you see, the thing about magic
Is…Masters know how badly people
Want magic, so that is why they
Made sure that none of the true
Secrets ever got out…or would get
Out to just anyone. There’s a lot
Of responsibility there. A lot of
Responsibility. Because IF everyone
Was out there buying magic…then
Everyone’s wishes would be
Coming true…right?’

‘True.’ Jon agreed.

Then Mr. Kingsman lifted his
Head to stare up far at the sky,
An expression on his face pondering
All sorts of things. ‘Sometimes I
Think the Masters saw far ahead…
Far ahead…Putting bits and pieces
Out there for people to chase…
For the right ones to find, and for
The rest…to waste their time…
Perhaps a test…or a distraction.’

‘A distraction?’ Jon asked as
He listened intensely.

‘Distractions play a key role
In important times. They reveal
A lot.’ Mr. Kingsman said, his
Words almost seemed strategic.

‘I always thought inspiration was
A good thing.’ Jon tried to say
Carefully. ‘I like to draw…I wanted
To paint angels one day…I did
Try once…but very few wanted
Them…Or it was like they wanted
More than what was in the picture.’

Mr. Kingsman stared far off,
His mind measuring his experience
With the words to use…The man
Had seen A LOT. He wasn’t a bad
Man, just shaped by circumstance,
Continuing roles. ‘People do not
Want anything that makes them
Feel bad about themselves, Jon.
Who does?’ He laughed again.
‘You shouldn’t paint angels, Jon.
You should paint garbage. That’s
What people really want.’

‘What?’ Jon nearly spat the word.

‘Oh, I am not saying literal garbage,
Jon.’ Mr. Kingsman sighed. ‘No, I’m
Saying work that doesn’t make you
Think…You shouldn’t waste your
Time on such things. You’re young,
There are plenty of things to do…
Places to go. You should develop
Your skills in other ways. Because
I am telling you…People will
Chase the garbage more than they
Will noble work…Believe me.’

‘Not everyone is like that.’ Jon
Tried to tell him, or hope.

‘I bet it happens.’ Mr. Kingsman
Had to laugh. ‘I bet if you pursue
Quality work, people will chase
The garbage instead…. That’s
How the world works.’ He looked
Down and then started to turn. ‘I
Should go now. I have to check on
Some property.’ Then he looked
Once more at Jon with a keen
Interest. ‘There is something about
You, Jon…I like you…. Think about
My offer, please?’

Jon nodded quietly. Then Mr.
Kingsman smiled and walked to
His horse and rode off…And
Jon just stood there watching him,
Watching the sky…the trees, the
Land…as another flock of doves
Flew overhead…. His mind just
Raced as he stood there in the
Stillness. How could the world be
Growing so big when he had barely
Done anything at all?

For hours Jon worked and did
His chores lost in thoughts,
Thinking of everything Mr. Kingsman
Had said and all that had happened.
He would never be able to put
It all down in words to explain to
Anyone…There was too much
Senses could not convey ever, it
Was just impossible. There was an
Aspect of simple continuity in
How things worked…and simple
Work maintained this, but for a
Few others secrets opened
Limitless ideas and possibilities…
And discoveries, and realities.

But as evening came Jon felt a
Growing queasiness in his gut,
A sick feeling that would grow
And grew until it became a slow
Rolling pain. By the time he climbed
Into bed to sleep the pain in his
Stomach was unavoidable, and all
That he could do was huddle and
Squeeze himself tight like a ball
To cope…Something was very
Wrong. Then he began to succumb
To tremors and a cold sweat…and
Then waves of heat, then back to
Cold again…. This went on all
Through the night, until he finally
Passed out.

When morning came, he felt terribly
Sick, and could barely move. Even
His family noticed and became
Nervous…Such a strange illness to
Come on all of a sudden…out of
Nowhere. He was forced to stay in
Bed, much to the dismay of everyone
As he was needed to do a lot of
The chores…

Weeks went by this way with
Jon suffering from this strange
Illness. No one knew what to do.
And all that Jon could do was
Sleep and try and get as much
Rest as possible to cope…He
Could barely eat, and what he
Could eat he could not keep
Down…He fell into a dark place,
Trapped in bed and dreams and
Visions of things he could not
Understand…of a world made of
Steel and stone, with a lot of
Angry people ranting and yelling
Things that made no sense.

By the time early spring came Jon
Was forced to cope with his condition.
He had farm work that needed to
Be done, there was no choice…so he
Learned to swallow the pain and keep
It silent…Life became miserable.

When the first blooms appeared
Word spread among the villagers
That the gypsies had come again.
So, Jon took a chance and sought
Them out in the meadow that he
Knew in the hopes of finding some
Familiar faces…And fortunately
He did.

The gypsy caravan was set up
Exactly as he remembered it, in
Almost the same spot, just a
Little different…with Raya’s
Family leading it. But when he
Went into their wagon circle to
See her family, he found that Raya
Was also sick…ailments from her
Age and their travels were getting
To her. While her family did their
Work about the camp, he saw Raya
Sitting with her daughter Mira doing
Needlework off to the side and went
To them.

When Raya saw Jon her eyes
Bulged, she could immediately
See that something was terribly
Wrong. He was pale and thin, with
Dark circles under his eyes…She
Waved for him to come close
And stood to give him a hug as
Her family came to surround them
And greet him all the same way.

‘What has happened to you?’
Raya asked almost in tears as
She studied Jon fearfully.

Jon held himself as strong as
He could as he sat with them
Then…He struggled to find the
Words to say as inside he
Wondered to himself how he
Kept going. Something inside of
Him just wouldn’t let him stop…
‘I don’t know, I don’t know.’
He could only tell her. ‘I just
Got so sick…So much happened
Since I saw you last time…’
Then he told her everything, about
His dreams, the strange visitors,
And the angel and the light…And
Then about his latest visitor Mr.
Kingsman…

It was so much to take in…Raya
And her family just listened with
Strained faces as their mouths
Hung open. They had never heard
Such tales before. People have
Some stories, but not so many
Altogether like this…Raya thought
Fast as her daughter held her
Mother’s hand nervously. Then
Raya took Jon’s hand to connect
With him…Only one who had
Seen and then sensed it up close
Would understand, no one else
Ever could. And outsider could
Only make fragmented guesses,
And those were usually more
Harmful than good. Then she asked
The family to let her speak to
Jon alone, insisting that only
Her Mira stay close; for unknown
Reasons. She needed to think
And speak very carefully, she
Did not want to frighten Jon
More than he already was. ‘You
Became sick…after this last
Visit?’

‘Yes.’ Jon told her. ‘I even
Coughed up this strange…
Black oil once…it was awful.’
Raya’s eyes shook. ‘Jon, I
Think you were poisoned…
Somehow. They…knew
Something special happened…
They sought it out, tried to
Control it…They destroy what
They cannot control…’

‘What?’ Jon said with horror.
But he had to admit, he had
Suspected something similar.
‘But why? I didn’t do anything.’

‘That doesn’t matter.’ Raya said.
‘All you have to do is be there…
For them to sense it, and attack
You. You don’t have to do
Anything. If you have something
They want, they will do what
Ever means to get it or silence it.’

‘But I never ate or drank
Anything.’ Jon said. ‘None of
My family got sick.’

‘Are you so sure?’ Raya asked.
‘Maybe it was something else…
Or…you are reacting to
Something that you came in
Contact with.’

‘But how? Why?’ Jon asked.
‘Why would I? I haven’t told
Anyone else but you.’

‘You don’t have to.’ Raya
Explained. ‘Opposites attract
Jon…it is in their nature. If
You have something Good…
Then you are going to attract
Something of the opposite,
Something Dark…That’s how
Things work. And often times
They are vicious and they
Destroy anything and everything
To get to what they want. That’s
Why things are so hard. That’s
Why so many struggle…Especially
With dark things…Dark things
Always attack this way. There
Have always been stories about
This…Fairy Tales, legends…’

‘Really?’ Jon wondered aloud.
Then he felt a strange new strength
In knowing this…sometimes the
Best medicine is found in the
Company of a true friend that
Understands. ‘If there is ONE
Thing that I understand now…
Its if the universe wants something
To happen, it happens. Logic
And reason don’t apply. It doesn’t
Care what the dark wants…If it
Wants to make something happen,
It will…I just wonder how many
Are ready for that.’

‘When the time comes,’ Raya
Said softly, ‘I agree, I don’t think
It matters.’ Then she hugged him
Again, kindly assuring him. ‘Why
Don’t you stay with us for a while
Now…We’ll talk some more,
Share some stories…and try to
See this through.’

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 13APR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (13 April 2019) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, GLS Resolution, 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 Sandman…The Gift…Part 13…

1559 Nuremberg, Germany

He looked into the light and saw
Things beyond reason and words and
Measure. There was no fear nor
Bravery there, just the overwhelming
Need to do. Some celestial instinct
Had been placed within his mind, guided
By time and a mysterious intuition…
Forever changed.

Jon lay in his bed asleep but not asleep,

Put in some undefinable state. It was like
He was another person, or many in one.
It was there within him…and when it
Woke, his eyes flew open before the
Sound came.

Knock knock…

Morning. His family was awake early,
They had no idea of what happened to
Him just days before; he kept it secret.
Then he heard his sister call out…

‘Jon, there’s someone at the door for you.’

His eyes moved fast back and forth as
He sat up in bed and pulled on his pants
And put on his shoes. The air felt different.
He listened and heard his family talking
To someone at the front door very merrily.
That was odd, they were always friendly
To everyone but this wasn’t right. The
Air was heavy, very heavy.

He went out then once he was dressed
To see who it could be. His father and
Mother stood at the front door chatting
Away with someone, just laughing as
Though it was someone they had known
For a long time. When his father saw
His son, he turned and smiled at him.
‘Ah, here he is now. It’s about time he
He showed up.’ He had the biggest
Smile on his face that Jon had ever seen.
He held his breath fast. Just what
Had come over the man?

Jon just made a puzzled expression then
Stepped up to the door with a grin. But
When he looked out the doorway it
Was no familiar face he saw…It was
Some very tall stranger, about 6’5” or
6’6” with silver hair, built wide and
Solid looking…smiling as though he
Were an old friend.

His father patted Jon on the shoulder,
‘This is Mr. Kingsman. He’s come
To see about buying some of your
Pets for his family. Why don’t you
Show him some of the livestock and
Be neighborly.’

Jon nodded and shook the man’s hand.
But he was so taken back by the man’s
Size…He was so tall, he had never
Seen an older man like that so tall.
It almost reminded him of that time
In the city…by the river, those men.
He swallowed awkwardly and tried
To dismiss it. ‘What did you have in
Mind?’ Jon asked. ‘Goats, rabbits…
Some ducks?’

‘I was thinking…doves.’ Mr. Kingsman
Said. ‘I like birds. Birds are a hobby
Of mine. They’re remarkable creatures
Birds. You can train them to do all
Sorts of things.’

‘Doves?’ Jon laughed. Yes, he had
Some. He loved birds. Most people saw
Them as a nuisance. But to him birds
Flew so high and free and saw so much,
They were amazing. ‘Yes, well I have
Some. I can sell some.’

He led the man to the barn where he
Kept the cages for his animals. But with
Every step his insides began to churning,
Burning. He just smiled it away for the
Moment. ‘Are you new here?’

‘Ah well, yes…sort of.’ Mr. Kingsman
Said. ‘I just moved here…For now…
Up the river there.’ He pointed with his
Eyes as they went in the barn and Jon
Showed him the dove cages. ‘I’m just
Here…looking around, managing the
Area.’ He stood next to Jon towering
Over him admiring his doves. ‘These
Are real nice doves that you have here
Jon, real nice. I will take some. I need
Them for training.’

‘For training?’ Jon laughed. ‘Doves?
What for?’

‘Oh, I have some hawks I train.’ Mr.
Kingsman said.

‘Hawks?’ Jon asked nervously.

‘Oh, I won’t hurt them.’ The man said.
‘No, no…see I like to train them, to
Train things. That is what I do.’

‘Oh.’ Jon said as he watched the birds,
Then slowly looked at the man through
The corner of his eye…His words
Struck a chord within him some where
Deep inside…The man was a GIANT.

‘I will take 3 or 4.’ Mr. Kingsman said
As he pulled out a gold coin from his
Pocket. ‘You take good care of them.
They’re real nice, Jon, real nice.’

‘Thank you.’ Jon said as he took a
Small crate and slowly grabbed a
Few doves and put them inside for
The man. He did have a lot of birds,
And Mr. Kingsman swore that he
Wouldn’t hurt them…. But inside his
Mind could not help moving so fast,
No words just a strange feeling.

‘You know, Jon….’ Mr. Kingsman
Started to say slowly. ‘You would
Make a great assistant. I haven’t
Had one in a while, I’m very picky.
I’m very hard to please. But I really
Like you.’

Jon hesitated. He barely met the man
And he was being offered a job? He
Felt like he was being sized up. ‘I
Don’t know. I have a lot to do here,
I don’t see how my family would like
That.’

‘Oh, your family likes me Jon.’ Mr.
Kingsman said. ‘I wouldn’t worry
About that. I know what I like.
Everybody loves me, Jon, everybody.’

Jon froze. Those were words that he
Had heard before…by a bridge by
A river…It was as if time stopped.
He looked down and thought for a
Moment then something else too
Over. ‘Oh, no thank you.’ He smiled,
Then grabbed the crate with the doves
And handed it to him. ‘Here you go,
I hope they do well for you.’

Mr. Kingsman smiled and took the
Crate then handed Jon the coin.
‘Think about my offer, Jon. I don’t
Make this offer to just anyone. I
Like you. How about you think
About it?’

Jon grinned politely and nodded.
‘Sure. I will think about it.’ Then
He turned and started walking out
Of the barn for the house…

‘Hey Jon?’ Mr. Kingsman said as
He followed him. ‘You know there’s
Some very powerful men in the
World…They would like you. Think
About what I said, alright?’

Jon just smiled again. ‘Alright.
I have to go now.’

Mr. Kingsman smiled. ‘Yes, I do
Too. Think about it…Be careful
What you say. You know how it
Goes. Just think about it.’

‘I will.’ Jon nodded. ‘’I have to
Go now.’ And he smiled very
Politely
As did Mr. Kingsman…then he
Watched as he took the doves and
Rode off on his horse. Jon waited
Until they were out of sight before
Going into the house. His parents
Were very pleased, but he told them
Nothing. They would not understand
Anyway. He did his chores that day
In silence, haunted by the memories
From the past and watching everything
Carefully through the corner of his
Eyes. The world seemed to be getting
Smaller somehow, like something
Was closing in upon him.

He withdrew to himself quietly for
The remainder of the day, avoiding
His family and thinking as little
As possible. But his mind just kept
Whipping flashbacks through his
Eyes…of faces, feelings, and
Conversations. No matter what he
Did he could not fight it. Still he
Tried to forget, but it was impossible.
He was kidding himself at every
Turn…chilling feelings would not
Go away.

Evening came, and with that the
Usual family supper. Everyone
Talked but Jon. No one noticed,
They all liked to do most of the
Talking anyway. Then after the
Meal he retired to his room, again
Quietly with hope…A wayward
Attempt at finding some peace
And maybe some more comforting
Sleep that night.

Once everyone else in the house
Had also retired to their beds and
Found their own rest in sleep…Jon
Just lay in his bed with his eyes
Wide open. He tried forcing his
Mind to remain blank, but it was
Impossible. He felt numb yet aware,
Caught in some state of knowing and
Worrying memories. Hours seemed
To pass this way, so slowly it was
Hard to measure. Only the darkness
Of the night and the star light
Outside told him the time. The
Entire world seemed surreal. And
He just lay there listening to all the
Tiny sounds that he could hear….
An owl outside, the occasional gust
Of wind or cough from someone
Turning in their sleep. There was
Some ominous sense of just
Waiting…

As he tried to squeeze his eyes
Tight to force himself asleep and
Block everything out…he heard
A shuffling sound from the corner
Of his room. Then a man’s voice
Said, ‘Jon?’

His eyes flew open and focused
Straight at the shadowy form
Standing in the corner. He knew
The voice, he had heard it in dreams,
Met it once from a man in the city
Who had mysteriously appeared
Out of nowhere. Jon felt a chill,
Then went numb. He watched as
The man emerged from the shadows
Into the slightly more illuminating
Light from the window by the
Stars. It was him, the tall pale
Stranger with creamy hair and
The mesmerizing eyes. ‘Hello
Jon.’

Jon winced, then looked again.
The man was still there. ‘Hello.’

‘I’ve come to talk to you.’ The
Man said strangely, very calmly.
To describe him was nearly
Impossible…Tall, intimidating,
Charming…a good looking man,
With a powerful presence. He
Dare not ask how he got into his
Room, the man was filled with
Mystery. ‘I need to show you
Something now.’

Jon could only say. ‘Alright.’
Was there a point in arguing? Maybe
He was dreaming.

‘Now, I need you to come with
Me and do as I tell you…exactly,
Please.’ The man said.

‘Why?’ Jon asked as he sat up.

‘This has to happen right now.,
Right now.’ The man said in a
Tone that was gripping at once.
‘Please get dressed and come with
Me.’

Jon’s eyes widened. Then he put
On his pants and shoes and did
As the man said. He had to admit
He was curious. He simply did as
He was told. Then went to him.

The man smiled at him. ‘Good.
Now I want to show you something.
I need you to do something for
Me. It is very important. Don’t
Ask questions, just do as I tell
You. It’s not bad, I just need you
To do this for me…RIGHT NOW.’

‘Alright.’ Jon said with a strange
Expression as he stood next to him
Trying not to study his face to
Much. It was hard, the man towered
Over him…and held the impression
Of chiseled like something from
Another world or time. ‘What do
You want me to do?’

‘Just watch, listen…and do exactly
As I tell you, alright?’ The man said
Carefully with a gently smile. Then
He took something from his pocket,
Some sort of thin black rectangular
Object with glowing lights on it.
He touched it a few times, there was
A bright flash of white-golden light…
It engulfed them both…Then all of
A sudden they were standing…
Someplace else…

There were trees lining a long
Road that looked as though it was
Made of some uniform flat rocks
With straight lines in yellow painted
On it…lined with tall poles that
Held these dark ropes…And at
The top of some of the poles were these
Bright lights that looked like they were made
Of metal. Jon was in awe. It was
Freezing but he didn’t mind, it was
All just so shocking to see. Jon
Just looked all around taking it all
In…Then the man nodded and
Guided Jon’s eyes to a pebbled road
That led into a dark tree line.
‘Come this way.’ Then they walked
Down the pebbled road up to what
Looked like some kind of house, but
None he had ever seen before.
It really was too dark to see details.

The man brought Jon to the front
Of the house where they stood for a
Moment quietly. He allowed Jon a
Minute to take everything in. ‘It’s
A house.’ The man said calmly as
Though it were nothing. ‘The year
Is 2012…’

Jon’s eyes opened wide again. ‘What?’

‘There’s no time to explain,’ The man
Said. ‘Now, I’m going to tell you something,
And I want you to do exactly as
I tell you. Nothing more, nothing
Less. Do you understand? We only
Have a little while. Now you must
Do this…right now.’

The shock was overwhelming. Jon
Told himself it had to be a dream,
It had to be. So, he just went
With it. ‘Alright.’

Then the man quickly and
Specifically explained to Jon what
He wanted him to do and say…
And NOT under any circumstances
Change or add a single word. Jon
Was so shocked he could barely
Think at all, making it impossible
For him not to follow these directions,
He simply couldn’t think a word beyond
Them.

The man went up to the front door
Of the house and went inside…
Everyone was asleep, that
Much was clear. Then a few
Moments later he reappeared and
Waved for Jon to follow him into
The house.

Inside was an even stranger sight,
The house was cluttered with all
Sorts of things beyond description.
Furniture, odds and ends that made
No sense…Only the paintings on
The walls caught his eyes, even in
The dark, he found them amazing
And intriguing. But there was so little
Time to take it all in, the man
Would not allow it. Jon looked
Around then saw the man standing
In a large more open room with lots
Of furniture and things…all dimly
Lit…with odd looking lights coming
From surfaces that seemed impossible.
And there, standing with the man in
The middle of it all, was another man
Seemingly half-awake, yawning
Looking like he was half asleep. He
Had loose, long dirty blond hair and
A medium build, and had a
Very similar height to the sharp
Dressed man that brought him. In
Fact, somehow in the dark, they
Seemed very similar.

‘Jon.’ The man carefully said, ‘say
Hello to Jeff. Talk to him…And
Tell him EXACTLY what I said. I
Will be waiting just outside for you…
Come to me when you are done.’
Then he left Jon alone with the
Stranger.

‘Hello,’ Jon said to this new person
He could barely see in the dark.

‘Hi,’ Jeff said to him half yawning,
He really appeared as though he thought
He was asleep.

‘He said I have to tell you something.’
Jon said as he studied the stranger.
He looked so familiar…somehow.

‘Okay. What is it?’ Jeff said as
He fought to be more awake. Then as
He studied Jon, his eyes began to
Bulge wider and wider.

‘You’re going to write stories for the
Internet.’ Jon said to him. ‘This
Is going to happen, it’s already
Happened. You’re going to do this for
7 years, write about your dreams…
You will be criticized, say nothing.
Then write this part right here.
(this part). You will do this. You
Already did it. Do you understand?’

‘What are you talking about?’
Jeff laughed. ‘What is this?’

‘You have to.’ Jon said carefully
Eyeing him, more intrigued each moment.

‘What? Why?’ Jeff laughed. ‘This is
A joke, right? Oh, sure it is.
Nothing’s going to happen.’

‘No, you will.’ Jon told him.
‘He said you did.’

‘What is this?’ Jeff just laughed.

Jon couldn’t think, he just could
Not help walking around and
Looking at everything. ‘He said
I have to tell you this right now.’

Jeff scowled and shook his head
Fighting to understand, but could not
Help studying Jon. ‘Who are you?
What is this?’

‘You know.’ Jon answered cautiously
Following his instructions.

‘This is NUTS. I’m not doing anything.’
Jeff laughed. ‘I’m done.’

‘You’re going to do this.’ Jon
Said, looking closely at the furniture.
Even in the dark, he could see how
Sharp everything was made.

‘You’re nuts. Do you have any idea
What the world is like right now?
HA! Forget it.’ Jeff said as he
Started to turn away. ‘I’m going back
To sleep.’

‘You can’t stop what has to happen.’
Jon told him.

‘What?’ Jon snapped. ‘You can’t make
Me do anything. I told you…I’m done.’

‘You will.’ Jon insisted.

‘This is nuts. I told you, I’m done.’ Jeff
Said angrily.

‘It will happen. It already did.’ Jon said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Jeff laughed. ‘Try and
Make me. There’s nothing you
Can do or say to make me, I
Told you…I’m done.’

‘You will.’

‘Bullshit.’ Jeff laughed. ‘After
Everything…’ He paused. ‘Never mind,
Forget…There is nothing you can say,
Nothing to make me.’

Jon turned and looked at him slowly.
‘There is…’

‘Oh yeah, WHAT?’ Jeff laughed. ‘Then
Tell me something about me that
No one knows, genius. Not some
Story, garbage about a dream about me.
Tell me something – ‘

Jon walked up to him and
Leaned in closely and whispered in
His ear. The words immediately made
Jeff freeze still.

There was a frightening moment
So tense the silence was painful.
Jeff took a step back
As Jon moved away just watching
The shock on his face. ‘I’ll do
Anything that you want.’ Jeff
Said then with a shaky voice.

Then Jon gave him specific brief
Instructions and said, ‘Now I have
To leave.’ Without hesitating
He left through the front door
Without looking back.

Jeff stood shaking a moment then
Followed Jon to the door and
Looked out to see the familiar
Stranger standing outside…just
Far enough away to escape details.
‘Who are you?’ He called out to
The tall stranger. ‘What is going on?’

And the tall stranger simply
Smiled in the dark and said.
‘Why you know me. We’ve talked
Before, and we will again.’

‘What kind of answer is that?’
Jeff half laughed.

‘You told him exactly what I said,
Nothing more?’ The stranger asked
Jon.

‘Yes, exactly. Nothing more.’ Jon
Answered.

‘Then you know all that you need
To right now.’ The stranger told
Jeff. ‘Now, watch and wait. And
Follow the instructions carefully.

‘But how will I know what to – ‘
Jeff started to say…

‘It’s happened already. You will
See.’ The tall stranger said, as
He guided Jon away.

‘What kind of answer is that?’
Jeff laughed, thinking of the
Strange things he was told not to
Repeat. Many would guess, but none
Would ever get it right anyway. He
Just stood there a while before going
Back to bed dismissing it as a dream.

The tall stranger then returned Jon
To his own room to return to sleep…
Where he too would try to dismiss it
As a dream…That’s simply how it was.

Valiant.

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 30MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 March 2019) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 12…

After the mysterious little foreign man
Left the evening became even more
Uncomfortable. As Jon’s mother and
Grandmother cleaned up after supper,
His father paced about in frustration
Staring at his son while he sat at
The table showing his sister and
Grandfather the strange gift the
Visitor had brought him. Just what
Was going on, how could some total
Stranger come along and know what
To give Jon? Then once he could not
Hold it in any longer he froze and stood
Staring angrily at Jon. ‘Have you been
Talking to anyone? Or is this something
Left over from your time in the city?’

‘No father, honest I haven’t.’ Jon told
Him. ‘I never met anyone like that
There. I never saw anyone like that
Before. I barely got to go out. I did
Artwork and work that’s all. I wasn’t
There that long remember?’

‘Are you lying to me?’ His father
Insisted.

‘No!’ Jon answered, shaken by the
Need to defend himself on this.

‘Why would the boy lie?’ His
Grandfather asked. ‘It’s just a
Gift for drawing, to make some
Silly pictures, Helmut. So what?’

His father leaned in heavily towards
His son. ‘I don’t like this. This is
The strangest thing I have ever seen!’
He paused for a moment. ‘You know
You are not too old for me to mess
You up BAD, do you hear me? You had
Better not be messing around when
You have work to do, do you hear me?’

‘Helmut!’ His grandfather laughed.
‘You are making a big deal over nothing!’

Everyone watched with discomfort
Of his father’s performance, the man
Had a tendency to react in such a
Way over everything; many were scared
Of his temper. Jon was so shocked
Himself he couldn’t even find a word to
Say, he only watched and listened in
Confusion.

‘You take that,’ His father said pointing
To the paper and the stick, ‘And put it
Away and go to your room and don’t
Let me see it. You have real work to do.
You like to draw so much, you can do
It after everything is done while you
Sleep…Now go on get to bed.’

Jon took the paper and the little stick
And went to his room…again
Torn what to think, but relieved to
Be alone. A gift from one side by a
Total stranger, and pushed by his
Father on the other side…with a whole
Lot of assumptions in between. He had
Enough to sort out himself without
The torment of another accusation.
But still it was an intriguing evening…to
Add to the night before. There was
Nothing to do but take deep breaths
And go with each moment that came
Quietly; a true friend would have been
Priceless at that moment.

He wanted to just and draw something,
But the pressure was just too much.
A moment’s peace was preferable, so
He decided to simply go to bed a little
Early and rest…gain a chance to breathe
And pray for some silent answer through
The only outlet he had…prayers and his
Dreams, with steadfast words he said
Quietly each night…’God, give me an
Answer, Please.’

On most nights he dreamt of boring
Things, chores, the meadow or the
Occasional indulgence of a lot of
Desserts. All anyone talked about was
The amazing sweets of the holidays…
But it meant a lot in those days. On some
Nights, for no reason, he dreamt of other
Things and found guidance that way…
The mysterious dreams that came for no
Reason of things he couldn’t always
Understand…with pictures, places and
People. These were the premonitions
That often came vividly true, or warned
Him with symbolic meaning of which
Way to turn and what to notice or see.

That night the familiar man’s voice
Returned yet AGAIN with a message…
While he dreamt of a bounty of cakes.
And the man’s voice said, ‘When the
April moon is full and bright…things
Happen.’

Then Jon awoke in the morning with
The words haunting him. His mind
Repeated the phrase over and over,
That’s all he could remember…’The
April Moon.’ He sighed heavily, ‘Great!
Another riddlesome phrase.’ It was
A little frustrating, but at least
It was something.

Weeks went by after with things
Passing more normally, just work
And the daily ups and downs. A
Subtle relief. But Jon was still too
Nervous to attempt to draw
Anything. Finally, when the April moon
Did come he suddenly began to draw
Again…after he had forgotten all
About the pressure and the phrase and
Dreams. It was as if the secret meaning
Behind it took over on its own and
Simply reacted with what needed to
Be done.

He sketched his favorite animals
And scenes that he knew…from memory.
Only because he was only allowed to
Draw at night when everyone was
Asleep. He trained himself to do artwork
This way by the light of a candle with
No models to study in front of him.
It was an impossible challenging task,
But in time grew and grew.

More weeks went by this way, then
Months…of drawing in secret at night
When he should have been sleeping.
First, he polished his skills on animals
And then moved on to people. He
Sketched faces that he knew so
Well…with the main goal in mind to
Draw his mysterious night time
Visitors. But he kept all of the drawings
Hidden beneath his bed, hoping his
Family would never find them. Some
Of them wouldn’t mind…but his
Father and grandfather would be
Relentlessly critical without a doubt.

It became a peace to embrace in a
Time when all the world seemed as
Though it was growing crazy around
Him. The weather was constantly a
Challenge for the farm and the villagers.
People were growing edgy and hostile
Over every little thing, even the solace
Usually found in church became difficult
For many…suspicious signs filled the air.
And more and more people slowly
Began talking about the lights they
Saw in the night sky that moved at
Night, and sometimes by day.

Eventually even the tedious chatter
Of Jon’s family over dinner changed
And they talked about the village
Gossip as well. All the farmers were
Having tough times…and the stars
Moving around at night. ‘Maybe God
Is angry.’ His grandmother dared to
Say in fear to them as they sat around
The table eating.

His father was always the first to
Dismiss such things. ‘If God is angry…
It is because people have too much
Time on their hands for idle gossip
And not enough work to do.’

‘But maybe things are changing,’
His grandfather even said. ‘There
Have never been such tough times
Before, not like this. Maybe they
Are signs to consider…to move on
To other things.’

The conversation always ended that
Way, abrupt, with no confirmation…
Only unsteady looks and speculation.
It was easier to doubt others than
Oneself. No one had an answer to
Give. Simple routines and the ongoing
Mentality to maintain those routines
Kept things going. To do something
Different was too much of a risk.

Then on one fall afternoon, after
Jon was returning home with the
Goats from the meadow before harvest
Time, he saw that one of their neighbors
Was visiting with their teenage daughter.
It was the sister of the widow Heiser
Who had come to see about bartering
For some fresh milk in exchange for
Some of her preserves. She was very
Talkative and pushy…and he daughter
Even more so; Jon dreaded them on
Sight. He avoided going into the house
Until they left…

Once they were gone and the goats
Were into their pen he went into the
House only to encounter a nightmare
Scene. The family was gathered around
The kitchen table looking at Jon’s
Drawings…The woman’s daughter Eliza
Had been talking to his sister, gone into
His room for some reason and found
His drawings…taken some of his colored
Pastels and colored them all in with
Awful scribbles and destroyed them.

‘Jon,’ his grandfather laughed, ‘look
You have an admirer…She liked
Your artwork and colored your drawings
For you.’ He just laughed and laughed
About it.

His sister Freda apologized. ‘Jon,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her. She
Just kept pushing her way all around
Looking at things…when she saw
Your drawings, she just insisted they
Needed to be colored…and before I
Could stop her, she took your pastels
And started coloring them in. I’m
Sorry.’

His grandmother and mother were
Sick about the sight, but didn’t say
Much. ‘They were beautiful drawings,
That’s such a shame. Who could do
Something like that.’

‘You see, what did I tell you about
Drawing?’ His father asked with a laugh
As he shook his head. ‘Artwork is a
Waste of time. All that time wasted. Are
You going to grow up now?’

Jon was just horrified. How could that
Happen? How can someone you don’t
Know just come along and do that…
It didn’t seem possible. And they let it
Happen, just like in the city. He couldn’t
Even speak…only look at what the
Drawings once were, and were now. All
The meaning destroyed that fast.

They didn’t understand the depths to
It all. What moves a person to create
May seem frivolous or fantasy to one…
Is measureless to the one that makes it.
But maybe it is still only a matter of
What others see. It has no value otherwise,
At least that is what he was learning.

‘Don’t look so upset.’ His grandmother
Told him. ‘You’re young, you can always
Make more.’

‘Make more?’ He fumbled the words. The
Shock just made him numb.

‘A lot of wasted time.’ His father
Just kept saying. ‘I told you that art
Is a waste of time! It’s trash now that
Is for sure. Now do some real work.
Will you ever listen?’

He took what was left of the drawings
To his room and stared at them, history
Was repeating itself in a ruthless way.
He couldn’t even recognize what they
Were, only how they were defaced.
There was a profound sense of loss
And failure to it all…he wasn’t even sure
If there was a lesson there. It was just
Paper…lines to form pictures, of
Memories, of things hidden in his mind
To capture and see a little more steadily
And clearly. And it was all destroyed by
Someone’s whim. It felt as if it was an
Impossible thing to sort out.

He decided to stop drawing then.
Maybe his father was right, maybe
It was pointless. The meaning to it
Appeared to matter less and less. He
Tossed the ruined work on the compost
Pile to rot and resolved to just do
Normal farm work like his father
Insisted and nothing more.

Harvest time came and went. The
Crops were poor, the mood around
The farm was dismal, and even more
So, in the village. Everything just
Seemed to sink. The more his work
Felt destroyed the worse things got…
Everywhere. There was an increasing
Amount of accidents around the farm…
And sudden illnesses at home and
In the village. Even the weather was
Growing worse…with stronger storms
And an early frost.

Christmas time came and then with
Less cheer. There were less goods to
Enjoy, produce had to be rationed
More carefully to last…which meant
Less to sweets for the holidays. It
Was a grim season that made the
Entire year feel more painful…
The usual festive time that
Kept people going, even
Inspired all year round…now felt
So dark, even hopeless.

And then, by the secret tradition
That only Jon knew…on Christmas
Eve night after everyone had gone
To sleep…Jon himself retired to bed.
He had almost completely forgotten
About his visitor that often came
On the holidays…There was a flash of
Light, and there she was again.

There she was again, sitting on
The foot of his bed. The beautiful
Mysterious blond woman in the
Ivory dress…But this time, he
Noticed a little more, that her
Dress was so strange looking, as if
She was wearing some kind of pants;
Or to a modern person, a uniform.
She smiled at him with kind
Sparkling eyes as she sat there
Bathed in a ring of white light.

He yawned and opened his eyes
Slowly to see her…without making
The effort to sit up. It was nice
To see her, but he was just too
Worn out to hear what he
Presumed would be another
Riddlesome message.

‘How are you Jon?’ She asked
Carefully.

He wanted to just laugh, and
He might have some, but wasn’t
Sure. How was he? All he could
Say was, ‘How are you?’

‘I’m fine. But how are you doing?’
She again asked carefully.

He just winced and looked away
Then back at her. It was the first
Time their visit was…strained.
‘What is it this time? Just tell
Me please.’

‘Jon, we’re friends.’ She said. ‘I’m
Just trying to help, that’s all.’

‘It’s not always easy to believe
That.’

‘Jon, please try. Please?’ She asked
Kindly and sincerely.

‘Alright.’

‘I just want you to keep going.’ She
Said. ‘Keep drawing. Please don’t
Give up. No matter what anyone says.’

‘Why?’ He asked a little defensive.
‘Why is it so important? I don’t
Understand, it’s drawing…I don’t
Understand.’

‘Because it’s important. It is.’ She said.

‘How?’ He laughed. ‘It doesn’t make
Any sense. There are plenty of artists
Out there. I’m nothing. They’re just
Pictures. There have to be others – ‘

‘Because you have to do it.’
She said firmly.

‘Me?’ He laughed. ‘Take a look
Around. That sounds ridiculous. How
Can it matter?’

‘It will one day.’ She replied slowly,
Carefully.

‘In the future…’ He said suspiciously.

‘That’s right.’ Then she held her
Head up high and smiled strongly
As to tell him by her conviction,
That the visit said so much by her
Being there. ‘That’s all that I can
Tell you is that, one day…it will.
You will see…Will you please do this
For me?’

He bit his lip fighting thoughts and
Feelings of reality versus the mystery
Of this. What held more value? Then
He pinched his eyes shut quickly
And nodded and looked at her.
‘Alright.’

‘Good.’ She smiled with content sure
She got through to him. ‘You need
To believe that…One day you WILL
Understand. And you will see me
Again.’ She sat for a little while
With him, talking…of just simple
Things, the cookies he missed that
Christmas, the pets he missed, how
The animals were doing; boring
Stuff to most people. Then she
Was gone…and he went back
To sleep, but with a bit more
Peace and inspiration this time.

Christmas Day came and went,
Nothing special. No presents, no
Extravagant meal…and very little
Dessert. But that night he dug out
What paper and charcoal sticks he
Had left and began sketching once
Again. It all returned to him very
Fast once he accepted it. And
Within a few nights the rhythm
Returned with more precise lines.

He became seized by some intense
Drive for some reason, the closer it
Grew to New Year’s…Each night
Drawing more and more, and faster…
Suddenly compelled to draw
In more intricate details and
Patterns that consumed his mind.
It was as if something unlocked
Inside him somewhere and it
Poured into the paper beyond
Control.

Then, on New Year’s Eve…on the
Coldest night of the season, he
Found himself working on images
He had never seen in his mind
Before, and it came out in such
A way, a technique no words could
Describe…

The wind began to howl outside
By the sparkling light of the stars
And the dancing light and
Shadows of the candle in his
Room…A sensation filled the
Air of a warm supporting
Presence that embraced this,
Saw everything and recognized it.
His eyes became fixated then
On the flame of the candle,
Mesmerized by how it moved…

Then eyes appeared in the flame,
Happy, and blinking, watching
Him…and then a face, smiling
Full of joy and greeting. Before
He knew it, it happened so fast…
There was an immense flash of
Light behind him. And when he
Turned, a towering glowing figure
Appeared, dressed in flowing robes
With swirling lights in all colors
All around him. It was
A man with a beard, chiseled
Radiating wisdom and strength
Of the Heavens and the Universe.
He stared at Jon and seemed
To glide towards him…Jon was
In awe, it was like being in
The presence of something pure,
Powerful and divine…but
Overwhelming in the same. Before
He knew it…This man, this
Angel reached out his hand and
Stuck it straight into his forehead…
And drew pictures in his head…
Symbols, words, codes…and endless
Array of things…for 33 minutes.
Once he finished, he withdrew
His hand…and nodded once looking
Kindly but powerfully at Jon
As if to say to his mind…
‘Now you know.’

Then Jon nodded in return, but
The only word his shocked mind
Could find to say was… ‘Oh.’
There was no will then, only the
Undeniable need to do…beyond
Control, only the timely flawless response.
And Jon drew more after,
Only stronger…as if a clock
And secret had been put there
To come out when it should.

He passed out afterwards, but when
He awoke, his eyes were awake
More than ever before from then
On. Only those around him noticed
The change, for others it was as
Though they were seeing through a
Dark veil and they saw nothing
At all. Regardless, what was put
There wakes up and opens when it
Has to.

And strangely again…the next
Day another mysterious visitor came
Knocking at the door.

Valiant.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our superstar, TROY [Dreamwalker444]!!!

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First, I thanks to Ben Naga for having brought these remedies at this timing, and started such uplifting discoveries and conversation. This is a moment when I cannot stop questioning myself for everything I thought, did, spoke, wrote and I don’t know how to stop this kind of self-torment.  As Troy, I’m so done with such almost constant drained state. I felt being drawn to some very entangled knots, and am so tried of this madness of longing for the moment when finally getting the exit to release myself from all the mess.

May this CAKE full of the flavor of SPRING bring that uplifting and soothing energy of hope and strength to the STAR OF BIRTHDAY & ALL!!!

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May the wounded/ill ones not only get healed, recovered soon, but also become stronger and stronger that we can enjoy well this lifetime together !!!

 

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 11…

On the quietest night the moon was
Full and bright. The wind blew wildly
Faster and faster with clouds that rolled
High above between the tree tops and
A dark sky that seemed boundless full
Of stars…So many stars that it made
The night feel as alive as the day,
And life somehow felt so small.

There was such a heaviness in the
Air it was overwhelming, not just
Encouraging sleep but forcing it.
Jon lay in his bed lost fighting the
Urge to close his eyes as he stared
Out his window mesmerized by
The star glowing brighter and
Brighter. He blinked and squinted,
He could swear it was coming down
Closer and closer. But his mind
Fought the sense of it. No, it had to be
His imagination. A star coming
Down? He was dreaming, but he was
Awake. He felt the softness of his
Bed, his pillow, his blanket and kept
Forcing his mind to tell him that
What he was feeling was real.

And the star just kept growing
Brighter, so bright that it’s light
Began to shine outside around
The house filling the yard like
The sun in the morning…growing
More bright until it was like noon
Outside. He just could not
Understand what he was seeing.
It was so bright that it was
Literally impossible to ignore.
Then he sat up in his bed as it
Filled his room and touched
His bare feet to the floor. He
Began to feel anxious, not
Afraid…only fascinated how
This was happening.

Slowly he collected himself to
Stand, dressed only in his night
Shirt…then he walked out of
His room listening carefully for
The slightest sound. But there
Was nothing. Was anyone awake,
How could they not be? The light
Flooded into the house now through
Every window…He went to check
On his parents, grandparents and
Sister. They were all sound asleep,
All of them. He studied each of them
Carefully as they lay in their beds
As they breathed calmly and deeply,
None of them stirring in the
Slightest. The light hadn’t disturbed
Any of them. How could they not
Have been woken up by it?

Then he stood in the small family
Room that served as their kitchen
And dining area and just froze….
Thinking, feeling, taking it all in.
There was a sensation in the air
That was so peaceful and blank,
Like nothing mattered; as if the
Entire atmosphere had been
Sedated. It was almost blissful
Had it not been for his racing
Mind.

Then he moved to their front
Door and slowly opened it,
Careful to be so quiet and not
Make sound; a habit he had grown
Accustomed to. And again the
Light poured into the house
Through the doorway so that
It blinded him and he had to
Hold his hand up to his face to
Cover his eyes until they could
Adjust to see. A few moments
And then he looked out and saw
The yard, the barn…

He stepped outside and again the
Feeling struck him…his eyes and
Ears, all of his senses seemed
Sharper than ever as if they were
Ignited. The sounds that he should
Have heard, the night sounds…the
Stray cry of the goats in the barn
Moving around, the shuffling of
The horses, the usual owl in the
Woods nearby…there was nothing,
Absolutely nothing, only the wind.
Then he took a step further out into
The yard and the feeling only grew
Stronger. It was so quiet, soundless…
Motionless. It felt as though the
Whole world was deeply asleep; or
Rather, knocked out.

But the light was so intense and
Blinding everywhere, brighter than
Even the daylight it seemed now.
It suddenly struck him that there
Was a pulse or a beat to it, like
The ripples in the surface of the
Water in the river he enjoyed on
Those sunny days eating his lunch
In the meadow. But this was more
Fantastic, the way it bounced and
Moved…he had never seen the
Daylight do anything like that,
He had never seen anything make
Light this way especially at night.

Instinct and the mind taking over,
He turned to the right to see it.
There, beside the house, it appeared
To be floating above the ground…
This huge shape, like two big bowls
Inverted over one another…not
Quite a ball, flatter. It was a very
Odd shape to see there, especially
Hovering like that. It lit up
Everything somehow, just glowing.
Again, he squinted studying it, he
Just could not understand what he
Was seeing. But it captivated and
Held him there so spellbound he
Could not look away.

He moved closer to see it more
Clearly. It was GOLD, it looked
Like it was made of pure gold! But
It glowed like it was on fire, or
Liquid…like the heated metal he
Had seen of the blacksmith’s irons.
And all along its sides in a well
Formed row were smaller round
Flashing lights in red and blue.
They were marvelous to see, such
Vivid colors, and the way they
Flashed and danced together. How
Bright they were, yet soft and
Warming like candlelight. It was
Just impossible not to stare at them!
The shape had no wings, no horses
Or ox to pull it…it just floated
There. He kept staring and studying
And blinking, but could not find
The words to understand the sight
Of it.

He moved closer to it and reached
Out his hand towards it. There was
A sensation of heat, a push and a
Pull all at the same time. Then
Suddenly to his left…there was a
Sound, and what appeared to be
A hole opened up in the side of
The giant floating bowl…A
Doorway? But he saw no one there.

A voice entered his head. ‘Come…’

Then he followed it and went to
The door. But as he tried to study
What he saw he suddenly felt
Lifted up, and then he was there
Standing inside. He looked around,
But again what he saw made no
Sense. Somehow everything was
Much bigger than outside? And
Standing around him were these
Four very small strange looking
Grey men. They had large heads
And large dark eyes, very slim
Bodies and spindly arms and legs.
They were built in such a way that
They didn’t seem like they could
Be alive AND move. All four of
Them just kept staring at him with
Their great big eyes…and all he
Could sense from them was this…
Joy. They were definitely excited
About something, he sensed it, they
Knew it…and he could tell they
Knew. It was a very fast exchange
Of communication unlike he had
Ever experienced.

The one in the center greeted him
First, though they all looked so
Identical that it was impossible to
Tell them apart. ‘Hello,’ the little
Grey man said, ‘It is an honor to
Meet you.’

‘An honor?’ Jon squinted at this
Strange greeting. ‘Hello.’ He
Smiled awkwardly in return.

Then the little grey man and his
Companions waved and gestured
For him to move further inside.
They were so utterly excited
About everything happening that
Jon could feel it so clearly. ‘Come,
Come…’ They kept saying to him
Without ever moving their mouths.
He could not understand how they
Were speaking this way at all.

He followed their gestures and
Moved along as they wished
Taking in everything that his
Eyes could see. The interior of
This golden bowl glowed much like
The outside only silver, and with
Many more flashing lights on the
Walls, and strange moving pictures.
He saw symbols on some of them,
And what might have been words…
And many pictures of other things,
Of maps…views of the outside,
And what appeared to be the stars. It
Was amazing, his jaw just fell wide
Open in awe.

The little grey men kept moving
Quickly about but were very careful
Not to get too close to him, in fact
They seemed strictly careful not to
Touch him in any way…It was
Almost as if they were under orders
And not allowed to for some reason.
There was this fancy looking chair
That reclined in the center with an
Even brighter light above it and
They kept pointing for him to sit in
It…and he did.

‘What is this?’ He asked them.
‘Who are you?’ But they would not
Answer, they only nodded and
Rushed about every which way
Looking at him and the moving
Pictures on the walls.

Then the first little grey man
Stepped closer to him and said,
‘We came here to check on you,
To visit you, to see you. It is a
Great honor…You are very
Special.’

‘What?’ Jon was confused,

The little grey men just continued
To race about along the walls
Studying the moving pictures
While the first one watched Jon
Closely. ‘We wanted to see how
You were coming along.’

Jon’s mouth hung wide open,
He had no idea what this meant.
But as the moments passed very
Quickly he heard more and more.
They were all talking silently
Constantly…discussing plans,
Observations. They kept talking
About the time, about timing?

Then the first little grey man
Became aware that Jon was
Listening. That he could hear
Them. He leaned very close to
Jon and said silently, ‘You can
Hear me?’

‘Yes.’ Jon simply answered.

The first little grey man’s eyes
Opened so wide it appeared
They might pop out. And he
Became even more excited,
Turned to his companions with
A nod. Then quickly the others
Paused from what they were
Doing and gathered around Jon
In the chair. ‘I knew it.’ He said
To the others silently. ‘You see,
I told you.’ All of them nodded
To each other quietly, again
Sharing a growing enthusiasm
That Jon could not understand.

As their minds raced, Jon’s mind
Raced. They were talking and
Thinking so fast, all linked somehow
As one…This is how they worked,
It was clear now. And Jon could
Hear them.

Fast words, but the manner of
Their ideas Jon could not grasp.
Something about the future…A
Plan, a BIG plan…a bloodline.
Gifts, pictures, plans, dates. It was
All so much so fast. The present
And the future, always the
Future. What were they talking
About, how did they know this?

The first little grey man quickly
Became aware that Jon was
Listening and hearing too much.
Then he ordered silence among
Them, to be careful with their
Thinking…Jon heard this. Then
He turned to Jon very excited and
Said without moving his lips,
‘There are things to know now,
And things you can not…but
Will. All I can tell you is, that
You will do great things.’

A strange silence followed, the
Little grey men just seemed
To stand there staring at Jon
Observing and contemplating…
Something? They knew a lot
More than they were saying.
Jon fought to see it, but it was
Like trying to see through a wall.
But he managed to hear some
Of what they were thinking…
‘You will go…you must. It
Has already been decided, it
Has already happened.’

Jon winced, fighting to understand
What he felt and sensed from
Them. ‘What?’ He slipped to
Say out loud.

‘It’s just there in you. It will be.’
One of the other little grey men
Said to his mind. ‘The future, the
Future…The future. You see
Things, you know things. It
Is a part of you. A natural
Reaction, it just happens. It
Is very rare, but it happens…
With this Gift. A cosmic
Occurrence, only so rarely
Does it happen…in a precious
Few. It is much needed…for
The balance of cosmic
Construct…It comes very
Rarely.’

What are these little grey men
Talking about?

Then before Jon could see further
They commented again together,
‘Do you see he is awake? I told
You it wouldn’t work. It doesn’t
Work on him.’

‘What doesn’t work?’ Jon asked
Them.

The first little grey man seemed
To almost smile. And Jon nodded
In return to them, ‘That’s right I
Can hear you.’ Then the little grey
Man resumed a more concentrated
Pose as he took a long pin-like
Instrument in his four-fingered
Hand…’Now let me check on you.
Do not worry, this has to be done.’
He told Jon as slowly, and very
Carefully, he held it to Jon’s
Neck and inserted something
Inside…and then did the same to
His ear. But it almost pained him
To do this…as if he was terrified
To touch Jon in the slightest
Wrong way.

Once this was done Jon felt a
Dizziness and became very
Tired. But somehow his mind
Still retained a consciousness
That saw and heard and remembered
Everything. Then everything
Became dim and blurry, there
Was a cascade of red and blue
Blinking lights…and the gleaming
Light of the golden floating bowl.

A man’s voice filled his head, but
In a manner that the little grey
Men could NOT hear or detect.
The voice was powerful and
Familiar. ‘Say nothing to them,
Jon, nothing. Just let it happen.
They’re watching you, and aware
Of you now. Say nothing.’
Without thinking Jon followed
The voice’s instructions and
Managed to focus his mind to
Block out the little grey men.

Dreams fell then…simple lazy
Dreams of sitting beneath the
Tree in the meadow with the
Goats…the water rushing in the
River with the sunlight on it.
Heinz and him laughing, in what
Seemed like ages ago…

Then dark dreams…of a life
Cold and grey, less green with
Less trees and lots and lots of
Buildings and so many people.
A world shaped of rocks and
Tall towers and lights and
Pictures that moved. Ages of
Faces…struggling, searching,
Lurking, waiting…A future
Of ghosts and challenges that
Made no sense at all.

Shadows and candlelight in
The dark room of the kitchen
With this man sitting in a huge
Chair by the table like a throne.
He was watching Jon, studying
Him…as if he had always been
There. He was tall with pale
Creamy hair, strongly built
With chiseled features and eyes
That burned like embers with
Wisdom and confidence of the
Ages. He seemed so casual as
He just looked at Jon. ‘You are
Very interesting. One day you
Will understand. One day.’

But Jon was so overwhelmed,
Too much so to react or speak.
He simply stood there, saw,
Felt…and remembered.

‘One day there will be an Event.’
The man said to him. ‘Nothing
Can stop it, nothing. It just will
Be, has to be. It can either be
Less or more…And it will happen
Again, know that.’ He nodded as
He looked down and around the
Room at the shadows with a
Sadness he did not understand.
‘Machines…They push too fast.
Then they will learn to walk slow.
7 went and 1 came back…And
One will go again. Remember
Those words…Think of it as…
They came to see if they were
Ready…7 went and 1 came back.’

Then the morning came. And Jon
Saw the dawn break through his
Window as any other normal
Morning. He sat up in his bed
And felt his neck. There was a
Tiny bump there moving beneath
The skin when he touched it
That was not there before. He
Swallowed deep, nervous. His
Eyes opened wide awake very
Fast as he felt it move…and all
At once it crashed upon him
That he hadn’t been dreaming
At all.

He got up slowly, hesitant to
Start the day, but proceeded
With his normal routine to cope
With his feverishly racing mind.
Then Jon dressed and went to
The kitchen for the family’s
Morning meal. But all of them
Moved so slowly…struggling
Hard to wake up. It was as if
Everyone was recovering from
A drunken sleep with their
Groggy faces and constant
Yawning and little talking. The
Family ate quietly a breakfast
Of fresh baked bread, and sausage
And eggs…then set off for the
Daily farm work without a
Thought of anything unusual at
All. Jon knew better than to ask
Anyone anything…They
Frowned on his ideas always,
But he watched and noticed
Everything.

The day proceeded normally,
Just a typical day. Jon worked
Alone as always then returned
Home with the goats from the
Meadow for supper. He spent
The entire day wondering about
The night vividly trying to
Understand what happened, the
Little bump in his neck a
Constant reminder. When he sat
Down at dinner with the family
Again, just normal discussion
Followed about work that needed
To be done that week. It was
Always talk about work or food,
The two most important things
On their minds.

And then, as if precisely timed…as
The family was finishing dinner, there
Was a sound at the door…Knock Knock.
Everyone paused to look at the door.
They never had visitors at this
Hour, not so early in the week.
‘Who could that be?’ His grandfather
Asked.

His father answered the door, but
In a way that no one could see;
It was hinged to swing the other way.
He greeted someone in a low voice
Politely, then stepped back and
Eyed the family with a raised
Brow…’Just a moment.’ He said
Then to the stranger. He arched
His head and stared at his son.
‘Jon, there is someone here to see you.’

The family all looked at Jon
With a peculiar confused expression…
As if they were all silently
Doubting why anyone would take
An interest in Jon. Then Jon
Went stiff and nervous and nodded
To his father and went to the door.

His father just watched his son
With an inquisitive expression;
Inside though, he was irritated, Jon
Felt it. Jon stood beside his
Father at the door to see a
Small man there with almond
Shaped eyes and tannish skin
Dressed in a brown robe. ‘May
I speak with you?’ The man
Asked. ‘Outside, just for a moment.’

Jon nodded, but looked at his
Father for approval to go outside.
He agreed, then Jon stepped out
And shut the door…He could
Not believe it…again something so
Strange. A small man, shorter
Than him but with grayer hair,
Clearly a man of some foreign
Land…was here, to see him?
‘Yes sir, can I help you?’

‘Yes,’ the man said. ‘Forgive me for
Intruding on your dinner. But
I was told to bring you
Something. ‘Then he handed Jon
Some paper and this sharp stick.
‘It’s for drawing.’ The man briefly
Explained nodding at the stick.
‘Keep it sharp and it will make
Fine lines. Draw pictures now.’
Then the man smiled, nodded
Politely and turned to quickly
Walk away, almost run without
Another word.

Jon stared at the stick with fascination.
‘For drawing?’ He just scowled
Wondering what this was about.
‘Wait,’ He called to the man. ‘Who
Are you? I don’t understand…why
Did you bring this, what do you want
Me to draw?’ But the man hurried
Off so fast he disappeared down the
Dirt road away from his house before
He could get a response. Then Jon
Just stood there silently shaking
His head and wondering what
Was going on.

His father opened the door
Suddenly, impatient to see
Himself, what this visit was about.
‘What did he want to see you for?’

Jon simply turned to his father
And told him. ‘He gave me this.’
He showed him the sharp stick
And the paper. ‘He said it’s for
Drawing…He said draw pictures
Now.’

His father’s eyes opened wide with
Shock and doubt. ‘That is the
Most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
Why would he come to ask you
That, a total stranger?’ But as
His father began to turn to go
Back into the house he froze
And turned back to Jon with a
Puzzled face. ‘How did he know
That you can draw?’

Jon froze stiffly then at his
Fathers words as he looked at
Him. ‘I don’t know.’

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 23MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (23 March 2019) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
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Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, GLS Resolution, 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.

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 10…

There would be signs…strange and
Elusive signs that some would notice
And others dismiss. Stars in the night
Sky would seem alive and seem to
Move both at night and by the light
Of day…

Signs in the air and elements…
The winds would roll and howl
With storms that fell out of reason
With the seasons…There was rain with
Rainbows and hail and snow when
Flowers bloomed…

Signs in nature, in the animals…
As their migrations and habits broke
Their patterns. The birds sang strange
Songs and flew clumsy and erratic
Rather in their graceful and smooth ways.

And with the farmers…Their livestock
And all beasts of burden bore weak and
Fewer offspring. Crops that should have
Set easily did not take well to the ground.
Everything was imbalance, EVERYTHING.
And everyone was noticing.

Far and wide words spread of these things
Amongst the villages. People became nervous
And anxious. They did not handle things so
Well, life was hard enough back then. The
Slightest things off balance, especially when
It came to spring set them in a worrisome
And grumbling tone with things to come. It
Wasn’t superstition, people had to think
Ahead for the year. The loss of simple things
Could shape grave misfortune for the bigger
Picture down the road. It turned a normally
Passive and kind person into a desperate and
Defensive, sometimes even hostile neighbor
Whether it was a small countryside village…
Or a denser city community.

During such times the people turned
To the churches for peace of mind. The
Traditional Sunday services were not
Enough so they sought the company of their
Village priests more often.

1558 Nuremberg, Germany

Jon’s family was particularly worried
About their farm. Their goats had produced
Far fewer kids than they hoped for, the
Cows lost their calves and their horses
Were getting old. They were in need of so
Many new things so badly…They had hoped
For a good start to the year but that didn’t
Happen, the year ahead seemed grim…but
Then it seemed grim for a lot of people. It
Was their hope to get Jon married to expand
Their family and broaden prospects for their
Future. But he fought them on this
Relentlessly. It was the one thing he
Refused to yield to and was becoming an
Ugly argument among them.

‘You must carry on the family name.’
His father insisted.

‘It is your duty for the family!’ His
Grandfather agreed. ‘We are old, the
Young do the work. That’s how things
Are.’

But Jon only resisted them over and
Over. ‘I just don’t want this right now.
I don’t feel right about it. You can’t just
Plan to marry me off like I am an
Animal.’ But they refused to see his point,
He argued, they argued…it never ended.

The reality of the family varied in those
Days. In many families marriages were
Arranged and maintained in many ways
Like livestock were. It was all about family
Lines, work and productivity. Communities
Were structured to provide not just for
Themselves but also for those in the cities
As well. For the commoners, or poorer
Villagers, children were not always a
Blessing or a gift to households but more
So, a commodity of labor. The larger the
Family the more work could be done, the
More trades could be utilized…The
Smaller families produced less and were
Therefore swallowed up by the larger
Ones.

But worst of all, love was not always a
Grace found in marriages but something
More precious and rare…Found in those
Brave enough to chase it. Couples were
More made by parents bartering and pairing
Their children up, and occasionally by luck
Through friendships…or by chance, the
Best and highly prized members of each
Community getting to choose who they
Wanted like a prize. How anyone was
Treated again depended greatly on each
Family’s traditional way of raising a child.

So, when Sunday came Jon’s family
Went with determination to convince
Their priest to have a good talk with their
Son. The timing couldn’t have been
Worse, the community was in no mood
To consider marriages with all the
Strange things going on. But then Jon’s
Family always did have a bad sense of
Timing. How ironic that his gift of
Intuition could have been so helpful…
But they had always been so blind and
Stubborn to appreciate it, in fact they did
Everything to suppress it.

Jon was obedient, he went along and
Listened to what he was told to do
Always. But the one thing that he
Absolutely refused to be bullied into was
Marriage or being paired up…It cast
Such a dark reminder of what he had
Lived through, and he did not want to
Do that to anyone else ever.

The Sunday service at church was more
Crowded than normal. The people
Wanted constant comfort and validation
For their efforts and prayers. In fact, they
Were more so demanding that their faith
Be rewarded during these hard times. They
Were becoming impatient to hear excuses
Of how nature was just simply hard
Sometimes. Still they went to service
Hopeful that maybe the tide would turn,
That maybe just one more prayer might
Make a difference.

Their pastor, Father Tomas, was a well
Aged grey-haired man, modestly built
With a kind face and voice. His presence
Was always reassuring even the stormiest
Days. But that Sunday he had his hands
Full, the faces of his congregation were
More sour than normal, some even hostile.
Yet despite the difficulty of standing in
Front of his people, he did so with a
Gentle demeanor that slowly calmed them
Down…an effort that few could ever
Appreciate.

He quoted passages from the bible
As best as he could, though in truth
He found it hard to be constantly
Inspirational these days. The sermon
Started a little roughly received but
Over the course of an hour the mood
Gradually lightened and the faces he
Saw and knew so well returned to a
More passive state. It never ceased to
Amaze him how people changed on
Sundays. A crowd could be a very
Difficult thing to manage without
Careful words. But if there was ever
A day to appeal to the heart and soul
Sundays were the time to do it; once
Upon a time that is.

His final words he said with a smile
Of relief. ‘Please remember that are
All God’s children…That even in the
Darkest times he hears you. You may
Not feel it, but he is there. Sometimes
The toughest times may seem
Impossible to get through…But they
Test us and can bring out the best in us.
So that maybe one day we can look back
And say…I got through that, and it made
Me stronger and better…for you, for our
Lord…for everyone. And you can be
Proud to know what a strong soul you
Have become.’

His words were well received with
Smiles and applause. The people stood
With some relief then for the moment
And turned and looked at each other
With a little less hatred, impatience…
And more with hope and friendship.
How long that would last? Until the
Next Sunday…hopefully.

Father Tomas moved through the crowd
Then to stand at his church’s plain
Looking doors in the rear where he
Could shake hands and bid his flock
Farewell for the day. And the people
Were always oddly happy with this
Part…as if a job had been done and they
Could return to their own lives with a
Little less guilt; whatever that could be.
He did not judge this, he only smiled…
But the feelings were clearly there.

This was always a rather interesting part
As well when the church goers left. Some
Quietly left, some hurried out…While
Others had to stay just a moment to shake
Hands with the father in gratitude…and to
Share some personal words, or advice. It
Was a glimpse into their character that was
Often priceless.

Mr. Schiller and his wife were the first
To grin and see the father at the door.
He was a great big round red-faced man,
Always very friendly to everyone—and
Loud. He raised pigs at the far end of
The village…far far at the end, the smell
Tended to detract most away and gave
Him lots of space. ‘Father Tomas,’
Mr. Schiller said, ‘I have to say I loved
The service today. I really enjoyed it.
Such strange times we are having, Father.
My pigs are acting very strange…very
Very strange. Why they are squealing so
Much and making so much noise I can
Hardly get any sleep. And they are eating
So much and fighting…And their tails
Are doing the oddest things father,
Such funny little shapes they’re making.
Do you think you could come take a look?
I swear it’s the strangest thing you will
Ever see.’

‘Thank you, Mr. Schiller,’ Father Tomas
Smiled. ‘I will try, yes. These are strange
Times, and animals do notice. Thank you
For telling me.’

Then the widow Heiser came next, a
Robust woman…known as the village
Gossip. She took the Father’s hand and
Leaned close. ‘Oh Father, such a
Wonderful sermon! I loved how you spoke,
But may I offer you my advice to remind
That people sit up straighter. They really
Should take more pride in how they appear
In church. Our Lord watches you know.
And Mr. Styvenson…Oh my, I swear he
Stares at me when his wife isn’t looking.
I really think you should speak to him,
It is so inappropriate in church!’

‘Yes, Mrs. Heiser.’ Father Tomas smiled.
‘Thank you, I will do that. Please have
A good day.’

Then next came the two elderly sisters
That everyone who lived alone that
Everyone loved…Helga and Willa
Meyer. ‘Father Tomas, oh how we loved
Church today. Such strange times these
Are. Why we have been just going out of
Our minds going through our preserves
From last fall. Nearly half of our stock
Is spoiled. We think the rats got in our
Cellar and ruined everything. It’s the
Devil you know, the devil controls
All the rats and mice and evil vermin.
They’re doing this, they’re up to no
Good. They’re making all these awful
Things happen. You really must come
See. The little things don’t hide either,
They just scurry about right in front
Of you…they’re not afraid to let you see
Them, it’s just awful!’

‘Yes, thank you for telling me. I will
Do that.’ The Father smiled shaking
The sister’s hands kindly; inside sighing,
Oh, how he had heard that many times
Before.

Then Mr. Styvenson came next of course
With his wife. ‘Father,’ he said leaning
Close, ’Do you think you could speak
To that widow Heiser? That woman keeps
Staring at me. Did you see how that woman
Dresses, all the stains all over her dress?
Can she wash properly, what is wrong
With her? I mean this is church!’

‘Yes, Mr. Styvenson. I will do that.’
He smiled, then chuckled carefully to
Himself.

Then the Gruber family came next.
‘Father Tomas,’ Mr. Gruber said with
His chin high. ‘Our potatoes in our
Cellar are looking mighty strange…
The ones we stored for stewing last
Fall I swear they are in the strangest
Shapes that I have ever seen! I think
It means something, could you come
See? My mother used to warn me to
Spin a potato 3 times and sprinkle it
With salt if it looks strange or it
Brings bad luck with crops…Well
I have so many strange shaped
Potatoes I will be spinning potatoes
All day!’

‘I will try to come take a look, Yes
Sir. Thank you for coming, Mr.
Gruber.’ The Father smiled.

Then Gamut Hiller pushed forward
To the Father. ‘Father Tomas,’ He
Said boldly. ‘I saw 3 black crows fly
East past my barn then circle back
And do this 4 times yesterday. On the
Day before the Sabbath! Hell is coming!
I thought you should know.’

The father’s eyes widened. ‘Why
Thank you for telling me, Mr. Hiller.
I will say extra prayers. I hope you
Enjoyed the service.’

Then Mrs. Abner came to the Father.
‘Father Tomas, I loved the sermon,
Father. But my geese have me
Worried, Father. They got out of their
Pen this week, and the poor things
Just got all excited and lost and are
Running all over and I can’t catch
Them Father, I’m an old woman,
Father I can’t catch them I can’t.
Now they ran up the hills towards
The Miller’s meadow and I asked
Little Tobias Miller to get them for
Me, Father, and he just wouldn’t
Do it, Father. He did try and caught
A few, but then he just gave up and
Left…and he left them loose, Father,
He just left. And I can’t catch them
I can’t. What am I going to do? Now
I need those geese, Father. Please
Will you ask someone to catch
Them for me?’

‘Yes, I will absolutely do that.
Don’t you worry at all. Please
Have a good day.’

Then Mr. Hoffstedder came up
To the Father. One of the tallest,
Strongest men of the community.
He always held himself well,
Dressed sharply and carried himself
So seriously that it intimidated
Almost everyone. He came up very
Close, took the Father’s hand firmly
And said…’Wonderful sermon,
Father. But I have to tell you
Something…My dogs are acting
So strange. They are shitting all over
The place…And I mean a lot of
Shit, Father, a whole lot. And their
Shit is in the strangest shapes that
I have ever seen in my life!’

And Father Tomas’s eyes widened
So much he thought they might
Pop out. ‘Thank you, Mr. Hoffstedder.
Thank you for telling me…The day
Is definitely getting stranger for
Sure. I believe I will go now, if you
Would excuse me.’

Mr. Hoffstedder leaned forward
Again, and said with a harsh
Whisper, ‘I am telling you, Father
I know my dogs very well. All
This shit they’re doing is just too
Much, it’s not normal.’

And the Father cleared his throat
And tried to compose himself…
But inside he wasn’t sure whether
He wanted to laugh or cringe. ‘Yes,
Animals do tell us a lot Mr.
Hoffstedder. Thank you, but I really
Must go. Have a good day.’

Then as the Father stepped away,
Maintaining a brave smile to
Everyone…The Gregor family came
Up to him. He knew them well,
They were a very quiet but kind
Family…very respected for their
Work in the village and rarely spoke
In church. Helmut shook the
Father’s hand and nodded to his
Son Jon beside him. ‘Father, I was
Hoping you could speak to my son.
We are considering arranging a
Marriage for him but I think he
Needs your guidance because he
Won’t listen. Would you mind?’

The Father bowed his head and
Grinned. Oh, what a day! But knew
The family…Jon was always so
Quiet. It seemed as it be a refreshing
If not interesting thing to do. ‘Of
Course.’ He agreed.

The family left with the crowd
And waited outside while Father
Tomas took Jon aside and sat him
Down for a talk in one of the pews
Off to the rear of the church by a
Shelf of lit candles. Jon held his
Head down avoiding his eyes.
‘What is bothering you, Jon?’

‘My family wants me to get married.
And I don’t want to.’ Jon shyly
Answered. ‘I just don’t feel the need to,
At least not right now.’

The Father nodded. ‘Well, there’s
Nothing wrong with that. But I
Understand how parents are.’

‘I just do not understand why.’ Jon
Told him. ‘I feel like I get pushed
Or bullied into doing everything…
But marriage is a big thing…That
Is something I won’t be pushed into.’

The Father nodded. Of all the things
That he had heard lately…this was
The most sensible thing he had heard
By far. Spoken in a genuine tone
From a quiet young man that he knew,
Yet didn’t. It said a lot. ‘Good for you,
Jon.’

‘What?’ Jon was confused.

‘I have seen a lot, Jon. Travelled
To many places…Priests do get to
See a bit of the world you know
Believe it or not.’ The Father
Explained modestly. ‘People assume
A man such as me pursues faith
Without seeing much, in fact men of
God see quite a lot. They just learn
To hold their tongue very well. They
See a lot of people and personalities
And struggles. And all need to benefit
From faith…and words of inspiration.
So many push so fast for things, that’s
Not always such a good thing to do
At all. It’s a great thing to see someone
Who wants to wait and take their
Time. That shows wisdom.’

Jon smiled at the Father’s words.
‘You don’t think I’m wrong then?’

The Father smiled really big at
Jon. ‘No.’ He shook his head kindly.
‘Let’s pretend that we sat and I
Lectured you about marriage to
Make your Father happy, alright?
All that I am going to ask you to do
Is to keep doing what you’re doing…
And do what you feel is right for
You. Now let’s just talk so I get
To know you better and you tell me
What’s really on your mind. How’s
That?’

They both just kept smiling, Then
Jon slowly started explaining to
The Father carefully about some of
His experiences…About his dreams
And how some came true…But
He was cautious, and did not share
Anything about his special visitors
That came sometimes at night or
Any of his family’s secrets…Just
Enough to let the Father know that
Jon was struggling with something…
Different.

And amazingly enough the Father
Was not appalled, he did not lash
Out or brand anything evil. He was
Fascinated. As it turned out the
Father had his own interest in such
Things and was a big believer in
Miracles and gifts. The talk and
Words flowed very well as if it were
Some magic moment; a good choice
And good timing.

‘You know what it sounds like to
Me, Jon?’ The Father said to him with
A gently sense of awe. ‘I have no
Idea why I want to say this, but
I will…Someone up there has a plan
For you. Probably a big plan…. that
Most just can not understand. And
It’s going to play out no matter what.
No matter who comes along. You
Can’t fight that. And I’m saying this
Because the way you speak, I know
There’s something there…There’s a
Very special plan for you…I know it
May scare you, and that’s alright.
Just take your time. Don’t let anyone
Push you…When the time comes
You will know…Because with things
Like this, nothing can stop it…It’s
One of those mysteries that has to
Unfold in its own way…and it
WILL. Don’t let anyone make you
Feel bad about it, alright?’

‘I just have this feeling, I know
People wonder…’ Jon said without
Knowing why. ‘That there is so
Much more…People say it’s either
God or the Devil…That nothing
Else exists…But when I look at
The stars, and see one move…I
See, it feels like…What if there
Is more out there, A LOT MORE…
That it isn’t just one thing or the
Other…Maybe it’s everything.
Maybe we are learning for something
Much bigger.’

The Father smiled with such enthusiasm
At Jon’s words and wonder as he touched
His shoulder with support. ‘I think so
Too.’ Then Jon’s father stepped inside
The church and waved for his son, they
Had to leave. Jon shook the Father’s
Hand farewell and Father Tomas smiled
Very content in return. Finally, he had
A talk that left him with a sense of
Satisfaction that day, that week; perhaps
In ages. He would later pray for his
Congregation to find a similar peace
Of mind.

It was a strange Sunday for so many
For sure, with broken and hidden
Meanings lost to those who could not
See or hear those moments that built
The secret story playing out. Puzzle
Pieces are rarely seen save for the
Higher hands arranging them…and it
Would only continue to build.

That night the moon was full and
Bright…and seemed almost that
It was a shade of red. A heaviness
Fell upon the evening that drew many
To bed early, so early that chores
Were left undone and meals were
Still left unfinished on tables. In
Jon’s home, his family yawned and
Climbed into bed very early, very
Very early…And when Jon himself
Climbed into bed and looked out
His window there was a star above
That kept growing brighter and
Brighter…as it kept coming down…

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 16MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (16 March 2019) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

Image caption: Mahatma Gandhi, Portrait by Rajesh Nakar – Oil on paper

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 9…

The spring brings the new green and
The first flowers and the start of
Things…shifting from the sleep of
Winter it also brings the storms. But
The stars light the way through it all
As if knowing beyond a sense of timing
That there are things meant to be.

1558 Nuremberg, Germany

It was the family dinner night, Sunday
After church services in the small
Village farmhouse in the remote countryside.
It wasn’t anything special for Jon’s
Family…just the usual favorite of a
Hefty pork roast with gravy and dumplings
With onions and a modest berry pie for
Dessert. The family ate very quietly
Discussing plans for the farm the week
Ahead and a little gossip of the neighbors
They had seen at church. Everyone got
Along well in public always, comments
Were saved for private discussion at
Home; weak competitiveness mostly.

Jon was still haunted by the disappearance
Of Heinztel. It was something that
Gradually and painfully diminished over
Time. But the village gossip was cruel
And overly opinionated about it…Most of
It was ridiculous, regarding Heinz as lost
And confused or arrogant and too ambitious
For his own good; all from people who
Barely knew him. Yet Jon heard careful
Whispers from his peers how they had
Wished they chased the same thing. It
Was a strange mix of reasons to hear for
Sure.

His sister Freda sat eating quietly, she was
The favorite…she had always been more
Fragile and sickly her whole life so she
Received a lot of attention. This always
Put more pressure on Jon, that he had to be
Better to watch over her…and as his
Father and grandfather kept reminding
Him, ‘You have too much free time on
Your hands to draw…That is not a man’s
Work. Drawing is something for girls to
Do. Men are meant for real work…We
Need to find more things for you to do
To toughen you up.’

‘Yes, Papa.’ Jon only nodded.

‘Why can’t men draw?’ His mother
Would ask. ‘There are many artists
That are men.’

‘Not in my family there aren’t.’ His
Father would say, and grandfather agree.

‘I saw the drawings by your bed that
You made,’ his grandmother said as
She swallowed large bites of her
Dumplings. ‘They looked like wagons…
Like the wagons the gypsies have.’

‘Yes, I saw them and drew them when
I was watching the goats in the meadow.’
Jon answered.

‘You saw the gypsies?’ His mother
Asked pausing from eating to stare at
Him with surprise.

‘Yes.’ Jon answered carefully.

‘You stay away from those gypsies,
Do you hear me?’ His father ordered
Coldly. ‘Those people are no good.
They are vagabonds and thieves, and
Make trouble where ever they go. I
Don’t want you talking to them!’

‘They aren’t people of God.’ His
Grandmother added sternly. She
Stood among the family as the holy
Speaker always, quoting biblical
And religious verses constantly.
‘You listen now, and stay away from
Them.’

Jon’s mother just sat quietly
Avoiding all eye contact with anyone.
She had always been rather shy and
Soft spoken, or rather was forced to
Be that way. But inside she vividly
Remembered one of her braver days
As a young woman when she boldly
Went out and sought a fortune with a
Friend from a gypsy fortune teller. The
Brief visit had left her in awe…hopeful,
If not a little scared as well.

‘Just stay away from them.’ His father
Ordered.

‘Yes, Papa.’ Jon answered slowly, but
Then found the nerve to question.
‘But why? They don’t seem like bad
People…just different.’

‘Different is not always a good thing.’
His father said. ‘They have that
Mysticism about them, their gypsy
Magic…These things are not right in
The eyes of God. God does not want us
To do such things…or be around them.’

‘But I thought God wants us to
Learn, to learn new things to be better…
To be the best we can be for him?’
Jon asked.

‘Are you talking back to me?’ His
Father asked angrily. ‘I didn’t
Ask you to think. I told you not to
Do something…so you LISTEN.’

Jon heard but began to roll his eyes.
The thoughts and words of people,
Strangers or family…How well it
Seemed that the more he heard the
Less they knew and instead demanded.
So many people in the world locked
Into corners of beliefs…the Eden that
The bible promised seemed more like a
Riddle or a mystery, or maybe even
Non-existent. ‘I feel different…I just
Want to learn things.’

‘You feel different because you
Think too much.’ His father said.
‘All you need to know is work…the
Family and what you need to get
Done. You can think when you are
Older…You do what I tell you.’

‘But I can’t help wondering these
Things.’ Jon said to him. ‘Haven’t
You ever wondered if…there was
More? If there could be more?’

‘Work had to be done first. That’s
How life is.’ His father simply replied
As he finished eating and stood from
The table. ‘I am going to go check the
Barn and have a smoke. You finish
Your dinner and get to sleep. You have
A lot to do tomorrow.’ Then his father
And grandfather went outside together
Chuckling at the conversation dismissing
It as nonsense. They would go outside
And laugh at things then go to bed and
Repeat the same week all over again;
The same as always.

Jon sat silently thinking at the table as
His grandmother stared him down.
Then his mother smiled politely and
Excused herself as she led his sister
Away to brush her hair and ready
Themselves for bed. But his grandmother
Held this look that seemed to say a
Lot more…a secret that she was afraid
To reveal, and terrified that Jon could
See.

A silent staring match went on for
A while between them as his grand-
Mother chewed slower and slower.
She grew more and more nervous
Until she could not take it anymore.
‘What?’

‘You told me once when I was little
That your mother saw things…that
She knew things…’ Jon said calmly,
His eyes fixed strongly on hers. ‘What
Happened to her?’

The soft light of the candles in the
Darkness of the evening of the room
Set a chilling mood. His grandmother’s
Face grew paler, then she froze. ‘She
Was a good woman, a woman of God.
Life was hard on her.’

Jon watched her carefully. She was
Hiding a lot, she had been hiding a
Lot for so long…But he felt stronger
With his words and feelings than ever
Before. ‘I didn’t say that…. I asked,
What happened to her?’

His grandmother thought quickly,
Careful with her words. For the first
Time her eyes on her grandson’s made
Her nervous. ‘Life was hard on her…
She had a weak heart.’

Jon held firmly onto his inner strength,
His own faith…broadened by all that
He had seen and knew. ‘I have to know…
What happened to her?’

His grandmother wiped her mouth with
A cloth napkin and sat back trying to
Appear as though she was made of iron;
Though inside she was trembling. Then
She looked at him trying to seem
Unbreakable. ‘You do not need to know
Such things. It is unimportant. You should
Pray to God for guidance and not ask
Such questions.’

Jon simply winced and laughed at her words.
For the first time he felt a sense of
Determination. All of the answers he was
Receiving from everyone were abrupt and
Made no sense…as if they were taught to
Simply repeat phrases and not waiver in
Any direction of thought. He leaned
Forwards towards his grandmother intent
On getting an answer. ‘She had visions,
Didn’t she?’

His grandmother’s eyes went wide. ‘She
Was confused.’ She answered, her voice
Cracking. ‘She saw things that confused
Her…from her dreams. That’s all. The
Voices confused her…It was the devil
Taunting her, that’s WHAT HE DOES…
But she prayed to God for help…and
HE HELPED HER. He did.’

‘Voices? She heard voices?’ Jon jumped
At the words. ‘You never told me that.
She saw things too, DIDN’T SHE? She
Dreamt about things before they happened?’

His grandmother grew paler. ‘It was
Nonsense!’ She said with embarrassment.
‘She was a good woman. She prayed to
God to God for forgiveness and to help
Her, and he did.’

‘Forgiveness?’ Jon nearly spat the words.
‘She was like me, wasn’t she? She saw
Things, knew things?’

His grandmother watched him with shaky
Eyes fighting for strength. ‘You need to
Pray to God to make it stop, Jon.’

‘But I can’t control it! And I do pray all
The time! You make me pray all the
Time, you have for years. And it doesn’t
Stop.’ And he did pray relentlessly…an
Endless ritual for every move, every deed,
And turn…and thought, constantly. His life
Was a daily life of nothing but prayers and
Work. ‘If she was a good woman…and I
Am not saying that she wasn’t…Then how
Could this happen to her? Why could it be
So bad? She couldn’t help it. I can’t help it.’

His grandmother straightened out the
Loose gray hair around her face and
Pulled it back to fasten it back tightly
To the knot she kept of it behind her
Head. ‘You need to pray more to make it
Stop, Jon. God does not want us to do
These things.’

Jon was growing more impatient, even
Angry at what he was hearing. Then he
Breathed hard and said, ‘What did she see?’

‘Jon…’ His grandmother answered sternly.
‘Don’t ask me these questions.’

‘Tell me!’ He nearly shouted.

She watched him and knew this time that
Her grandson would not give in. ‘You
Do not want to know.’

‘Why?’ He asked. ‘Did she see them?
She saw them, didn’t she?’

His grandmother bit her lip nervously,
Seriously worried now. Then she decided
That maybe a kinder approach was better.
She reached across the table and took his
Hands in hers and rubbed them, holding
Onto them desperately…begging him
With her eyes to hear her. ‘Now listen to
Me…You need to pray to make it stop.
It’s for your own good I’m telling you.’

‘Why?’ He asked, surprised by her
Sudden change in taking his hands in hers.
‘What happened to her?’

‘It scared her.’ She said slowly. ‘I don’t
Know why…She never said exactly.’ Then
Her eyes looked away from his to the
Shadows the candlelight was throwing
Around the room. Then she recalled
The memories that she did not want to
Remember. ‘When I was a little girl…
Sometimes I would hear my parents
Arguing late at night after supper…
When I was in bed. Even though they
Knew the children were asleep…they
Would whisper so carefully so no one
Would hear…but I would sneak out
Sometimes to listen…to watch them
Huddled together talking in the dark…’

His grandmother’s eyes began to roll
Around in different directions afraid of
What she remembered, hesitant to
Form or share words… ‘My father would
Get so angry at her for talking nonsense…
For sayings things before they happened…
My God, if anyone heard…What they
Would think? People do NOT handle these
Things well…It scares them. But she
Could not help it…and she would cry and
Cry, and whisper…praying.’

And again his grandmother paused
Fighting tears…then finally gave in
To tell him, ‘She said…she said that
She saw these…silver discs, like plates
Flying in the sky. They would come
And…she heard voices, and talked
With…something, someone that…
Told her things that frightened her.’

Jon was confused, for what he knew
Of his mysterious visitors they were
Always so kind. Yet still they only
Said so much. ‘What did they tell her?’

His grandmother shook her head then
Met his eyes almost painfully. ‘I don’t
Know…I could not hear everything…
I tried to hear, but I couldn’t. My
Father would get angry and tell her not
To tell anyone about it EVER…But I
Know it scared him too…They swore
To keep it a secret. But I think…I
Believe it was about the future.’

‘The future?’ Jon squinted at her.
‘They told her about the future…Or
She knew?’

‘Both…I think.’ She answered. Then
She watched him more sweetly, again
Hoping that he would listen. ‘Her
Mother was like this…and her mother
Before her. That much I know…
Because she asked me if I ever…that
If I Did…to pray to make it stop. It
Has always been in the family for a
Long long time.’

Jon was shocked, yet not. He always
Suspected, sensed it, felt it…But
The family fought explaining or
Discussing anything about it. ‘A boy,
Has there ever been a boy like this
In the family?’

‘No.’ His grandmother answered fast,
But then fumbled a word before
Finally saying, ‘There was…a boy,
A cousin of my mother’s that I
Heard about…But I don’t know much
About him. I only know that he was
Very quiet…and disappeared.’

‘Disappeared?’ Jon asked with alarm.
‘What do you mean he disappeared?’

‘I don’t know.’ She answered fast.
‘I don’t know.’

Jon swallowed fast and pushed
Forward, his eyes becoming heavy
And determined. ‘What happened to
Her…to your mother, and her mother?’

‘She had a weak heart.’ His grandmother
Confessed looking at him grim and
Lost. ‘The more dreams she had…the
More she saw, the weaker she became.
Until her body couldn’t take it anymore.
She had massive chest pains, it was
Awful. She kept talking all this…
Nonsense about visions…voices. Then
She died.’ She swallowed nervously,
‘That’s what killed her…the stress of
It all.’

Jon’s eyes went wide. But everything
He knew of his visitors was so…
Different. Something was seriously
Wrong with what he heard. ‘It couldn’t
Have been…’

‘That day…’ His grandmother went
On, looking far away…recalling the
Memory too clearly. ‘Over the house…
The day that she died…There was this
HUGE silver disc that hung in the sky
Over the house…Everyone saw it,
EVERYONE…The family, the
Neighbors, they came and saw it…
They all saw, they SAW. I saw it.’
She swallowed nervously again. ‘Then,
When she let out her last breath…It left.
It was like…They came for her, for
Her spirit. And they took it.’

Jon began to panic. He fought to
Remember every detail of every
Encounter that he ever had had of
His own. But there was nothing
Suggesting anything so ominous…
Yet, there was so much they kept
Secret. Secrets were all around him
His whole life. Even with his senses
He could not get everything. ‘They
Took her?’ He could only say.
‘Why? I don’t understand.’

His grandmother took a deep breath
And wiped her eyes. ‘Neither do I.
I don’t know.’ She said swallowing
Again. ‘Now do you see why this
Is no good for you? You have to
Make it stop, Jon. You have to pray
To God to make it STOP…Or this
Will kill you. And they will come for
You.’

‘You don’t know that.’ He defended
Nervously. ‘They have always been
So nice to me. Nicer than anyone else.
They would never hurt me.’

‘Maybe they don’t mean to.’ His
Grandmother responded. ‘But maybe
Normal people can not cope with
Communicating with them…where
They are from. And it takes a heavy
Toll on a person…Look what it did
To my mother, to her mother. It
Destroyed them, terrified them.’

Jon shook his head. It didn’t make
Any sense. Why would they be so
Terrified about it, all that he ever
Saw were wonderful things. Unless,
It was a future they saw coming
That terrified them…Or a much
Larger view of the world and the
Stars altogether more than they
Could understand. Now that made
Much more sense. ‘There has to
Be more.’

‘There isn’t.’ She said. ‘Now
Listen to me, you have to stop
Thinking about this. Put it out
Of your mind right now, right
Away. Ask God for help…or
It will kill you.’

Jon just shook his head. No, he
Felt something wrong and lacking
In her perception on this.

‘You can’t tell anyone about this,
Jon, not EVER.’ His grandmother
Insisted. ‘Jon, do you hear me? They
Will never understand…What will
They say, what will people believe?
What—they will call you a liar, call
You crazy? Is that what you want?
Do you want this following you
Around your whole life? Because it
Will, it will.’

Jon thought fast, the words forming
Before he could even fathom the
Full meaning…as if his intuition
Was reaching into his voice to make
The words. ‘But maybe they’re just
Looking or waiting for someone who
Could talk to them more…Or
Understand them better?’ People sure
Do jump to conclusions, Jon had
Learned that much. ‘What if there’s
Just a lot of misunderstanding
Between us and them? All this talk…
These visits…about the future?
There has to be more…This has to
Mean a lot more?’

His grandmother just shook her
Head denying it, she denied a lot
Of things. ‘No, no, no…You have
To put it out of your head, Because
I am telling you, it will kill you.
Did you hear what I told you what
It did to my mother, to her mother?
Did you hear me? I am telling you…
That this is going to kill you.’

Jon thought carefully and studied
His grandmother’s face slowly.
There was so much that had been
Hidden from him his whole life, and
Still was…It all seemed like it was
A part of some huge mysterious
Plan yet to unfold. And all that he
Knew was it would unfold, nothing
Would stop that, nothing. Then he
Simply pushed his chair back from
The table and stood up…then went
Quietly to his room and shut the door.

Valiant.

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 8…

In nights and days all through
The years the stars shine bright
And still…and always there is
Someone who sees at least one move
Somewhere out there…

1557 Nuremberg, Germany

The quiet life of the country village
Came back once again to Jon. But
That fall was even quieter. And when
Christmas came the greatest comfort
He found was in the comfortable simple
Traditions that soothe all things best.
His family had their usual meal of a
Roast goose with all the trimmings,
And his grandmother’s strudel and
Holiday cookies. The meals were the
Treat, gifts were always practical
Necessities…and they were grateful
For everything they had received.

But that year his mysterious Christmas
Eve visitor did not come at night. She
Didn’t always come at Christmas. He
Never really understood why, it just
Happened. So, the holidays came and
Went and Jon was left with his silent
World of thinking and remembering
How heavy the world was…and
Although he had seen a lot, he lost more
Than he could ever have imagined. And
From then on, the days became much
Longer than ever before.

1558

In the spring after a long cold silent winter,
The first buds bloomed and brought
With them the sense of something new.
But in Jon’s family that meant a lot
More work to do. Because when the
Snows melted that meant it was time
To get the ground ready for planting…
To size up the livestock from what
They had to what they would need to
Make the year productive. Jon would
Be very busy, as all the farmers were.

Then word spread in late April the
Gypsies had come again. They did this
Every year, different caravans at
Different times. And each brought with
Them their charms and little treasures
To sell and trade for…and their
Mysticism.

People held wide views about the
Gypsies, especially on their magic.
Some were amused by it, some just
Laughed and did not take it seriously
At all. And then there were those who
Saw it as evil, the touch of the devil…
It scared them, and because of this some
Chose to chase them out. But the braver
Farmers were not bothered by this at
All and just gave them simple respect
As travelling strangers offering
Entertainment to country life. But there
Were rumors, there were always rumors…
Every little word and whisper was
Measured this way.

But the winter had been so long, Jon
Took a chance on one of Saturday
Afternoons to seek out the gypsy
Caravan that he had heard had set up
Not far from his favorite spot by the
River. And by chance he encountered a
Caravan led by an elderly woman named
Raya and her family…It was custom that
Gypsies passed down their wagons by
Family, and this one was very old.

It should have been a familiar caravan to
Jon, but he was never told by his mother
That she sought them out one night before
She married his father so long ago for a
Fortune. When Jon found them, saw them,
He felt strangely drawn to them…for a
Reason he could not explain.

He approached them carefully…They were
Kind, they laughed a little. Gypsies tended
To be amused by simple villagers because
Such people never saw much. So, when they
Saw this quiet young man appear to them
They just assumed that he had come to
Satisfy his curiosity; even mystics assume.

A gray-haired elderly Raya was hanging
Blankets with her daughter Mira when
She saw Jon and froze. By the way he
Stood and moved she sensed that he was
Different. While her daughter was calling
To her toddlers trying to prevent them
From ruining the wash, Raya stepped
Weakly to the side squinting at him. This
Caught his attention as they studied
Each other. Raya had no idea that she
Had met his mother years ago, the
Details weren’t clear…what she felt
Was something else. This young one
Was different.

She waved to him gently and smiled
calling him closer. Jon was hesitant
but went. ‘I have never been to one of
your wagons up close,’ he told her,
‘I just had to see.’

She grinned. ‘That’s alright, don’t
Be shy. Say Hello.’

Jon laughed. ‘Shy no, just careful.
I didn’t want to bother you.’

‘It is no bother.’ Raya told him as
He came closer. Immediately he struck
Her as being so nice, such a pleasure
For her to see…Most people that came
To see her people tended to be a bit
Impatient or rude, especially if they
Were told something in a fortune that
They did not want to hear. ‘As you
Can see, we are just simple people…
Like everyone. Only different that’s all.’

He smiled. ‘Oh, I have seen different
Kinds of people, he told her. ‘I have
Been to the city. Different is not bad…
Believe me I understand different.’

‘Oh?’ Raya laughed a little. ‘So, what
Brings you here then? A question? A
Fortune? Or maybe something for
Someone special? My nephew makes
Some fine carvings…and my daughter
Makes wonderful teas that soothe
Nerves.’

Jon just grinned and looked around
At their wagons…and how content their
Family seemed to be just resting. A
Life of wanderers…always moving,
That was something mysterious to him.
It didn’t seem to bother them at all.
But their horses looked very old and
Tired…the way they stood, they
Appeared worn out. ‘Your horses are
Old…but they seem happy.’ He said.

That struck her as an odd thing for
A young man to say. Happy? She
Glanced at the horses once then back
To Jon. ‘You notice interesting things.’
She said.

‘Animals say a lot,’ he told her. ‘They
May not talk, but they say a lot.’

Raya nodded gracefully, but immediately
Began studying him up and down.
‘Would you like to come sit with me
Over here at my wagon?’ She asked
Gesturing for him to follow her to these
Little stools and a table nearby. ‘Forgive
Me…I need to sit more and more these
Days.’ He nodded and followed her
Humbly, then sat down as she smiled
Casually and pretended to eye their camp
While she studied him through the corner
Of her eye. He intrigued her…normally
Her senses worked very fast, but this time
She couldn’t receive anything about him.

‘Do you enjoy this?’ He asked her. “I’ve
Heard how gypsies travel so much. Does
It bother you?’

She sighed a little. ‘Yes and No. It’s a
Custom…some say a curse of our people.
It depends on how you see it. But I see it
As a path some have to follow.’

‘A path?’ Jon asked.

‘To everyone is a different path.’ Raya
Explained still studying him closely.
‘The road you have to follow…The quest
Your spirit takes you on to become what
You have to become.’

‘Do you think it’s a quest for everyone?’
He asked.

‘Some settle for less, some need more,’
She told him. ‘It all depends on you and
What you can live with.’

He nodded. The live with part, at least,
That he understood. ‘I’ve found that
Peace is better with simple things. But
My head is not so simple.’

She laughed, then he did too. ‘I like
That.’ Very quickly this young man
Struck her as someone more interesting
Than most…and she had seen A LOT
Of people. The way people communicate
Says a lot. ‘So, what brought you to
Visit?’

‘You tell fortunes?’ Jon asked carefully.

‘Yes, sometimes.’ Raya answered. ‘Is that
What you seek…a fortune?’

Jon looked down hesitating for the right
Words. ‘No…advice.’

He was very hard to read for her…she
Winced a little at that because she read
People so well all the time; her senses
Never failed her. She was intrigued even
More. ‘Advice on what?’

‘I have dreams,’ Jon began, ‘That I do
Not understand…. A kind of knowing…
That’s different. It just happens, I can’t
Control it.’

Then she understood, so that’s why
He was so hard to read. Many found her
This way. ‘You know things?’ She asked
Carefully.

‘There are things about me that make no
Sense.’ He told her.

‘Oh?’ Raya asked. Her eyebrows raised
A little in surprise, yet not.

‘My eyes…’

‘Your eyes?’ She squinted at him curiously.

‘My eyes are Hazel…green, sometimes a
Shade of blue.’ He told her. ‘They look
Brown during the day mostly, but they
Change color at night. But everyone…
EVERYONE in my family has blue eyes?’

‘That is…different.’ She nodded. Her eyes
Were dark brown, it never bothered her.
Yet eye color did fascinate people so…and
Some colors were known for special things;
Like the color he described. But the details
He described struck her as unusual. ‘Those
Are very special eyes you have.’

‘How is that possible?’ Jon asked her a
Little nervously. ‘When everyone in my
Family has blue eyes? It’s always bothered
Me…at least a little.’

‘I don’t know how that’s possible.’ Raya
Told him grinning kindly. Inside she was
Even more fascinated now. ‘People
With eyes like yours are known to have
Special gifts…’

‘Gifts?’ Jon laughed. ‘It sure doesn’t
Feel that way.’ To him it felt more like
A curse. Normal was best, normal was
Preferred.

‘Yes.’ She smiled as she reached into the
Pocket of her apron to pull out a handful
Of carved stones with small symbols on
Them. Then Jon watched as she rolled
Them around in her hands then on the
Table before them…finally resting her
Hand flat over them. Then she pulled her
Hand away looked at the stones. Her eyes
Widened. Then she stared wild and wide-
Eyed at Jon. ‘Did something happen to
You when you were younger?’

He swallowed nervously. Many things
Happened to him when he was younger,
Many many things; so many it would be
Impossible to explain at all. ‘What do
You mean? Something bad?’

Her senses began frothing inside, and
Her mind started working fast.
She had never encountered anything
Like this before. She had literally
No idea what to say. She could
Not read him…the runic stones
That she used, which never ever
Failed her before…told her something
Impossible. Then she shook her
Head dismissing it, and took
The stones back in her hands
And rolled them again and
Repeated it…placing them on the
Little table to rest once again.
Then she closed her eyes to clear
Her mind and opened them to
Read them again. She stared with
Shock this time.

‘What is it?’ Jon asked. ‘What
Did you see?’

Raya thought slowly then spoke
Very carefully. ‘The first time
The stones said…No one was
There, that no one was sitting
There but me…It was like a mirror,
A reading for me…The second time…
It said that you…were touched,
Marked for something great. But
I am not allowed to see what that
Is…that’s why the first time did
Not work, it was a mirror and
Bounced off a reflection…it would
Not let me see, anything but me.’
She took a deep breath. ‘I don’t
Think I can read you…I don’t
Think anyone is allowed to.’

Jon’s eyes raised at her words. That
Was something he was afraid to hear.
‘Not allowed?”

Raya thought carefully. She had
Never experienced anything like
This, it was a true test of her own
Talents. She had to speak carefully.
‘Some gifts are a mystery…in
Themselves they are protected…that
Is something that can only be
Answered over time. You can not rush
That…When the time comes, when
You are ready…things will align
And reveal themselves.’

Those were heavy words, this was
Definitely unexpected, mysterious…and
Yet somehow exactly what had to be
Said and heard. ‘Timing,’ was the only
Word he found that he could say.

‘What’s that?’ She asked.

‘My timing of things…has always been
Strange.; He told her. ‘So many things
Have happened. It’s hard to measure.
I have been mute, I have been blind
And deaf…It’s affected me somehow.
I don’t know why, why it has to be
That way. Why couldn’t I be like
Everyone else?’

Raya just smiled and shook her
Head kindly. ‘Something,’ she gestured
All around…suggesting the air, the
Sky, the trees, everything, ‘Has a
Plan for you. You cannot fight that.
The more you do, the harder your life
Will be. I think the important thing
Is to not let anyone push you in a
Direction.’

He laughed.. ‘And if they do?’

She looked a bit more sternly at him.
‘Protect yourself. People like us,’ She
Said holding her hand to her chest,
Inferring that her talents and his
Were alike, ‘You shield yourself and learn
To connect to your inner voice.’

‘And how do I do that?’ He asked.
‘Do you have some potion or magic
Charm for that?’

Raya laughed. ‘I will tell you a
Secret. There is no potion, no magic
Charm for that…That comes from
You, from inside you. You can not buy or
Sell magic…We sell herbal medicines
Not potions…and charms, that is a
Matter of belief, and still that comes
From within…and some have a much
Stronger inner power than others. Yet
There are old ways, old knowledge…
Ancient art forms…that can NOT
Be bought, only learned. And they must
Be respected. You can not copy that.’

‘How?’ He asked, spellbound by her words…
The meaning, and the value in them
Was sincere and true, he just knew.

She pointed to all the members of her
Family around. ‘All of us here have some
Knowledge, some talent…and we
Share and contribute that to
Each other. Secrets that we respect.’
She held her head back eyeing
Him with a smile confidently.
’You need this. That I am sure of.
We will help teach you that…but
You must absolutely agree to
The conditions that you never ever
Share that with anyone else, the
Knowledge, I mean…and how.’

He thought quickly. ‘I understand’
It is something that can not be sold.’

‘It will help strengthen your gifts.’
She told him. ‘And then you can
Apply that to whatever work that
You do…And then, you can only share
What you feel comfortable with.’

And then Jon found some solution
To the questions and agony he had
Inside him. Raya introduced him to
Her family and they welcomed
Him kindly and quickly. They found
Him very likable and sincere, as
He did them. They began sharing
The secrets they knew…in symbols,
In colors and in the techniques of
Doing things. Traditional methods
That worked well for them and
Improved upon with each generation
And unique person…Every individuals’
Habits and personality added their
Own special magic. Some were
Stronger than others, and some
Were just consistent. It was a
Process that could not be learned
So fast…only over time. So, it
Became a secret thing that Jon
Did in his spare time…to visit
And learn, but most of all to
Apply his own manner to what
He learned to develop his own
Gifts.

Still Raya and her family kindly
Reminded and encouraged Jon,
‘Remember now…You can not
Learn a gift…only skills. No
One can take that from you.’

Slowly Jon found more confidence
This way. Something he never
Knew before as others were always
Trying to break this through conformity.
But it did help bring peace.

Spring became something really
New to him then, and for Raya’s
Family too with such a new
Discovery…as they were far too
Accustomed to nervous and skeptical
Villagers who tended to lash out
With small minded attacks when
They saw the gypsies and didn’t
Like the fortunes they received. But
The broader minded people, those
Kinder and willing to learn always
Remained quiet and respectful.

Then the dreams that riddled
And haunted Jon by night became
More interesting for him
To confront…as well many other
Strange things that happened around
Him. He found that the aspect
Of dreaming varied so much in
People…for some it was symbolic,
For others it was like a mirror
Of problems or needs or desires. But
For a very rare few it was more.

On some nights, the stars were
Alive and seemed to speak, on
Others they said nothing. Everything
Affected the senses…Timing most
Of all was the strangest chord
Challenged or out of tune. At times
There was rhythm or pulse in the
Air that was undeniable, but so
Few seemed to feel it or interpreted
It simply. Everything strikes everyone
Differently, that much is clear. But
Jon felt a rhythm few others did…
It was frustrating at times
And overwhelming at others…A
Pulse was building within, a surge
So unstoppable it could only be
Dealt with alone. He knew that
Something was coming, a very
Familiar sensation or something
Elusive within that only visited
Him on then rarest nights in his
Life. Then all at once he knew,
Only when the time came close…
That those mysterious visitors
Which came to him in the
Night…were coming back again.

Valiant.