Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Ancient Cataclysm…

(*originally posted on 11 17 16, in the series called ‘The Watchers’)

Nothing in the world is as it seems,
History…events. White picket fences
And sugar-coated masks to tame
Vast numbers. So, when the truth comes
Out, or rather trickles…They will scream
And rant because they denied or ignored
It and pretended it wasn’t there for
So long. ‘Stop it,’ They’ll say, ‘You’re scaring
Me. What about paradise?’
Paradise, or the notion of…was it put there
With the white picket fences and the masks…
True Paradise is built by the most persevering…
With Faith and Devotion and Imagination…
And walls to protect it…From Giants.

*SONG* “After All the Love Is Gone” by Alias

Long Ago…It was a dark age.
Deny what we were told to see, hear and feel
The Lost Days…

The dazzling cities masterly crafted
Of diamonds and gold…marbled and gemstone
Monoliths…The city streets moved with machines
And the lost sciences of the Ancients
Granted the First People of Earth conveniences
Unlike we know now. It was more.
Everything was more…

They were perfect by comparison, they were wise…
Not slow and dumb meandering and
Grunting about like animals.
The Ancients were beyond us,
And they knew what they were doing.
They lectured, preached and debated
And worshipped with many faiths and
Religions…The Glory of Empowerment
For one instead of all, that is how they
Lost their unity…

It was not on purpose of destruction,
They were just trying to find their own
Answers, their own way…And that is the
Most common practice in the stars…
All the religions have answers, to each
Their own, there’s nothing wrong with that.

The greatest danger came by accident…
At the wrong time, at the wrong place…
By the most indulgent…That made the
Beast…Beings of a Higher Dimension
Worshipped by wayward religions fell
For the glory of worship by the flesh.
And were born into super-beings of flesh…
They we call Nephilim…

The Nephilim filled the Earth in the last
Lost days of the great cities of the Ancients.
Born to build the first cabal,
To control the Kings and Queens,
And their kingdoms and the temples…

They didn’t see it until it was
Too late…And those that did see were
Silenced…They either disappeared or
Were too afraid to speak out and protest…

The Smartest Ones kept their Mouths
Shut and watched and listened and
Learned silently…like the Ancient Masters,
Who forged 13 Crystal Skulls to hide
These secrets and protect the Earth…
For a future when valued lessons
Learned could be rewarded for future
Use…To save a World From history
Repeating itself.

The greatest Victims were the Young.
The innocent who revere too quickly
And easily…and act out just as fast…

But there were some, who led simple
Lives…like a man called Noah, who
Just never fit in…and lived outside
The mainstream of society…alongside
The wild innocents of nature, the
Ones who suffered most at the
Hands of men…the Animals.

The Light…said there was a decree
From the highest power…That at
Such times, at any place throughout
The stars…That when the Nephilim
Walked among the mortals…And
Corruption Fell…A time of Chastisement
Would come…A cleansing…A renewal…
The cataclysm.

This is no special law nor unique
Circumstance of Earth. It includes any
And ALL worlds of the stars…
Universes are but a host for fleshly life…
And such things have happened in
Many galaxies…Because where there is
Life, there are those that search for
Answers…Those that search for power…
And those that fall victim to it…

The Quest always seems to fall upon
Those not looking for it…because those
Searching for power always seem to
Stir the greatest Trouble…and thus
Make the greatest monsters…

Here the story continues…

On the Bridge of the Watchers, the ones
Sent to Fix the Timeline. The Great Lion
Man, Ascended Master BR’Riel sat in the
Captain’s chair silently watching with fierce
Eyes. He had never seen such an event
Before, many heard the stories of worlds
That fell this way, but few ever actually
Witnessed these measureless events…

From their perspective, time apart and
Moving fast, the Fall came quickly…
The people gorged themselves in recklessness…
In worship through various ways…
Faith can take many forms…
Chaste, Sin, Suffer, Glory…
Sex, Greed or Sacrifice…anything
And everything to entreat and lure
Beings from greater dimensions…

There was utter chaos, as governments
Crumbled to riots and revolutions by
People torn apart by the clashing of
Beliefs and prejudices…The Nephilim,
Giants in their temples easily
Manipulated mortals with their powers…
And as the Wars of Mortal men were
Fought between Temples, between
Governments of distant lands…All the
While the Nephilim were living in the
Attention of the Dark Empire who
Fed off these transfigured worlds…

Heaven versus Hell…Again, unseen as always
Another war was being fought much higher…
For the sake of protecting Heaven from
Being violated by these abominations that
Were neither Higher beings nor simple Flesh…
For if the Nephilim breached the gates
That separated the physical from the
Non-physical…The potential danger
For invading the Highest of Heaven’s
Order would be devastating…

The Light by Seraphs was sent and
Gifted to prevent this at all costs…
At any time or place…without hesitation,

BR’Riel took it all in…The crumbling
Earth…The Ancient Mortals that ran wild
As their Nephilim Overseers laughed
And enjoyed every moment of pain
And suffering…And the Invaders came…
To consume, to harvest any life on
The planet that held any knowledge…

First and Foremost, the Greatest and
Most Prized Treasure Invaders craved
Was this knowledge…Find it, seek it
Out…Then Take it, Harvest it, then
Move on to the next world to find it again…
The endless cycle…The Fall, the
Corruption…The Invasions…And they
Always fall for it, time and time again…

History repeats itself this way
Throughout the stars…

And the Watchers Quest to Find the
Elements to Break the Cycle…

To watch this process repeat itself
Over and over is agonizing…That is
Why Angels fall from Grace…And why
Those that see it, sense it, grow so
Numb…How many times must it happen
Before it breaks?

BR’Riel could only watch, his Lion Men
Disciples surrounding him in awe…
As Ceres stood in the center of the bridge
Before the view screen covering her open
Mouth with both hands in shock…It was
Happening so fast! She was terrified, she
Was angry, she was crying…They had
All just witnessed the miracle with
The elephants…and now THIS!
“No…No…NO!” She kept crying.

Apollo furiously studied the scans at
The panel. The data coming in was
Overwhelming. The sound disturbance
Alone was deafening…The weapons fire,
The screams, the loss of life…It was as
Though everyone wanted to be involved
In the chaos firsthand to experience it,
Crave it, continue it…

“Have any gotten off the planet?”
BR’Riel asked him.

“Scattered vessels have fled,” Apollo
Told him, “But they are all being
Stopped and captured before they get
Very far…” He grimaced at watching
It all play out all over AGAIN…
“It’s pointless.”

“Are there no safe havens?” Vala asked,
Horrified by watching the agony.
“Evacuation routes? Hidden bases?
Anything for these people to run to?”

Apollo laughed. “To run from THE
Empire? Surely you know that answer…
Remember your world.” He knew she
Was as disturbed as he was from the
Loss of her world as he was his…Only
The degree of violence varied…

“This is terrible,” Vala groaned at
Watching the view screen. “This is awful!
It is like watching Hell!”

Apollo winced. “Here it comes! An
Electro-Magnetic Pulse…Suspension
And Neutralization of ALL Power…
Now they cannot even Fight…If I
Remember correctly, it escalates at
This point.” But then he began to
Scan the readings on the panel and
Scowl… “Something is wrong. Something
Is very wrong!”

“What is it?” Vala asked.

“The Planet…” Apollo said.

“What about it?” Vala went to stand
Behind him to study the readings.

“The Planet,” Apollo exclaimed, “There is
No geological activity…The weather
Patterns are not significant…I
Do not understand…These readings…
There is nothing there?!”

“What are you talking about?” BR’Riel asked.

Apollo was panicking, his eyes bulging at the
Readings… “I do not understand…The Planet
Fell into utter chaos…ALL of nature went wild…
The weather, the storms, earthquakes, volcanoes…
Even the sky turned black! A strange
Stellar phenomena with the sun, like an
Eclipse…It was crazed…But here…now…
Nothing is happening but the Invasion and
Civil chaos…Nothing?”

But Ceres remained focused on the Ark…
The animals…She was completely
Concerned by them… “Have they sealed it yet?
Have they sealed themselves in? The
Scout ships, the darts for the Harvest
Are swarming the planet…They are headed
For the Ark…”

“I thought the Harvest ships only took
Human life?” Vala asked.

“They consume anything carrying an
Abundance of life, even animals if their
Numbers are significant.” BR’Riel corrected.
“Remember their mission is to Harvest
The essence…and any and all biological
Matter unique for study.”

Ceres’s insides were roaring. “They are NOT
Touching those animals, not my animals,”
She cried. “Not my little ones! Never, NOT

Apollo scanned the Ark. “They are struggling
With the seal…The Masters designed the
End wall to close…They aren’t strong enough
To close the door…”

They watched the view screen as Noah
Was struggling with his wife and ropes
Harnessed to the elephants as he pleaded
With them to pull to raise and seal
The door… “Pull girls,” he kept urging
The elephants as they leaned their
Weight on tree trunk-like legs to
Raise it shut, but it was so slow
Going. “Pull!” He kept crying. “Pull!”

The children cowered in fear on the ark…
What was this, they had no idea what
To think of it all…All the animals,
From the heaviest and mighty beasts at
The bottom to the flying, chattering and
Shrieking birds in the high rafters to
The rats, rabbits, mice and squirrels
That scurried in the hallows and out
Of reach corners…The animals were
Going crazy rapidly as they clearly
Sensed the danger outside…Fear was
In the air everywhere…growing worse
And worse.

“They’re so frightened,” Ceres cried as she
Could not take her eyes off the screen. “They
Are all so frightened! I told them I
Would keep them safe!”

BR’Riel grew impatient, then turned to his
Men, “Two of you go down there
And seal that Ark. Apollo,” he commanded,
“Send a blinding flash of light to distract
The world below, and the Watchers
At present below as well. Enough of
This, let us see it done!”

Two towering golden Lion Men in white robes
Rushed to the Ark with transport crystals…
Moving so fast they were not seen…with
God-speed, like Angels with Lion’s Faces they
Arrived at the Ark and without delay or
Difficulty lifted the heavy door and sealed
It shut tight…

Just then rioters crashed upon the
Scene to storm Noah’s property and
Beat at the Ark…The reckless people were
Now trying to get Noah
To help them. How ridiculous! The
Lion Men took it upon themselves to
Act as great Watchmen then to roar and
Scare the crowds away.

The Great Magnificent Lion Men were acting as vigilant
Guardian Angels…They raced about
In flashes as though they had wings,
Terrifying everyone away. The people screamed
And cried but the Lion Men kept the
Ark safe…while the Watchers in the ship
Above watched, BR’Riel in particular was
Quite entertained, in an angry way.

But Ceres only grew more vexed and
Impatient. “What do we do? I don’t know
What to do!”

“The Invasion ships are swarming
From the Mother Craft.” Vala said at the panel.

“Have the readings changed for the planet?”
She asked Apollo.

His eyes raced furiously over data. “Whatever
Technology they were dabbling with…
Some sort of sonic pulses…has ceased…
The tectonic plates beneath the western
Oceans are destabilizing…The crystalline
Network below is severely damaged…
Deteriorating fast…without the sonic devices
They were using…everything is falling apart
By the electro-magnetic pulse…”

“How long?” Vala asked.

Apollo began to sweat. “The Planet just
Moved 5 degrees…” He said nervously. “10
Degrees…The poles have now shifted 15

“That’s too fast!” Vala said. “Is this what
Occurred before?”

Apollo recalled the erratic readings from
The first time his Watchers Post
Experienced this. “When the blinding light
Flashed…the readings were so intense, so
Fast we lost track of everything…Before
We knew it the World was entirely
Engulfed…The crust, the surface was
Literally ravaged by earthquakes, volcanoes,
The ground swallowed everything…and
The oceans soon followed with the deluge.”

“The Ark!” Ceres exclaimed. “What about
The Ark?”

“The crust is swallowing the Far Eastern
Cities…Tsunamis on every coast!” Apollo

“How did the Ark survive?” Vala asked him.

“I have no idea!” Apollo shouted. “The planet
Has now moved 20 degrees!”

“The Ark!” Ceres shouted, turning to BR’Riel.

“Tsunamis on the Eastern coast are
Towering…” Apollo warned, he turned to
BR’Riel… “They are heading for the Ark.”

“At this rate it will be crushed.” Vala said.

“No!” Ceres cried.

“You have to do something!” Vala warned.

“We have no weapons on the ship.” Apollo
Told them. “Nothing that we have could slow
This down, not at this speed.”

Vala turned to the Great Lion Men. “You
Have to use the planet as a weapon.”

“What?” BR’Riel could not believe his ears.

“Ships are swarming across the planet!”
Apollo told them. “Taking lives everywhere!”

“Build a bridge to Nature,” Vala said.
Her knowledge of sciences of the mind were
Unmatched by even the wisest elders.
“The Tesseract Principle…Harness the
Full power of your mind…Build a
Bridge to the planet’s crystalline network.
It’s alive; talk to it…it’s the only way.”

“What am I to say?” BR’Riel asked.

Vala turned to Ceres. “Go through BR’Riel,
Let him build the Bridge with his mind
To the planet…and talk to it…the way
You did with the bears…if you want
To save them you have to do this…NOW.”

There was an awkward moment of hesitation,
Then BR’Riel stood and focused his
Great and powerful mind on the planet
As Vala had said…with the vast crystalline
Network…He had never attempted something
So immense before…But he did build a
Bridge…Moments… “I believe I have
Contact with the crystalline network…I
Am sensing a…force, an essence of the planet…
It’s vast…”

Vala urged her sister… “Now, go through
The Bridge…Talk to it.”

Ceres was utterly overwhelmed. “And say

“Do it!” Vala ordered.

Hysterical, crying, Ceres sent her mind
To BR’Riel’s…to find the bridge and cross
It, to feel the planet…

“Talk to it,” Vala told her, “send it
Your feelings…show them to the planet…”

“I’ve never done this before!” Ceres cried.

“Do you want to save those Little Bears?”
Vala said intensely. “The elephants…think
About the elephants.”

“STOP it!” Ceres cried, trying to hold herself

“Think about all those pregnant
Mothers on the Ark, Ceres…” Vala taunted
Her. “The Lions, the Bears, the Wolves…”

Ceres’s mind raged wildly as she heard the
Cries of the animals on the Ark…She felt
Their fear…The roars of the cats, the
Weight of the babies they carried…
The rumbles of the elephants…the terror
As they swayed…The devotion they felt to
Their herds, the love for their babies that
They carried…

“See their eyes, their minds,” Vala
Said, further exciting her, “How they feel,
How you feel for them…Their fear, their
Tortured lives…their desperation, their
Spirit…To be Free, They run, They hide,
They think, They Feel! Tell that to the
Planet! Show it what you Feel!”

Ceres’s mind was racing, flooding, overflowing,
Raging with emotions…The sounds of the
Animals…The wild innocence, the abuse
They suffered…They had feelings…Their
Instinct…To live, to survive…And that
Wordless intense drive to protect what
They carried inside them…new life…
The Mother’s Love…

All at once it struck her…and the planet
Echoed its cry. Thunder and Lightning
Filled the Skies…

“The Tsunamis are approaching the Ark!”
Apollo cried.

“No!” Ceres screamed. Her mind exploded,
Bound to the planet now…her emotions
Poured into it…resounding throughout
The crystals so powerfully that the tidal
Wave of energy within the crystals now
Transformed into a new force, one
Of nature and the Mother’s Love…A Mother
Earth was born…And the fury now
Rose above and below every elemental
Force to control it…

Vexed with panic and the unstoppable
Need to protect…Mother Earth filled with
A furious passion…and became one with
Ceres’s will…Protect the Ark.

The Skies above the Ark began to swirl
And spin…The elements falling to command
By the Earth…And the wind rose with
Ferocious speed to form a Super Tornado
Over the Ark…Shielding it from
Everything, and obliterating everything
Surrounding it at the same time…

The Mighty Wall of water of the oceans
Swept across the land…and met the
Force of the Super Tornado, then split around
It to cover the hills and last sparkle of
The gold and marbled cities…
The Ark was saved…but the cities lost…
Atlantis fell…Attan fell…and Lemuria
And Arcadia…All of the Ancient Cities
Were lost…now buried, sunken, swallowed forever.

The Super Tornado continued to shield the ark
As the oceans now covered the Planet…
Rain, sleet and snow showered the world
As Temperatures soared out of control.
Nothing was temperate, nor arctic,
Nor tropical, everything was a violent mess.

BR’Riel sat in the captain’s chair
Utterly mesmerized by this indescribable
Force upon the planet…Nature was alive
And raging…as Ceres remained in her
Furious state bound to it…guarding the
Ark…It was beyond words.

Apollo panted nervously, as they all did,
Watching the supernatural power. Yet somehow
He managed to follow the readings on the
Panel. Triangular ships darted about the
Earth in small Fleets searching for any
Remaining life to take. “The Mother
Craft is moving closer to the planet!” He

But Ceres and the Earth remained as one,
Her eyes saw the invading threats in the
Skies and the Earth reacted without
Hesitation…Lightning struck at the ships,
Lashing out at them with ravenous fury,
Exploding them to pieces one by one…
It was a war, but not of the mortal means. It
Was a war of the supernatural powers of Nature
Of the Earth protecting itself from the
Alien assault…Mother Earth was having
None of it.

“The planet just moved,” Apollo told them,
“30 degrees now…It should stop there…”

Suddenly the two Lion Men that had
Been sent to the surface re-materialized on the
Bridge, desperate and panicked as they
Moved to BR’Riel’s side.
He turned to his men with concern…his
Eyes asking them silently, “How did it go?”

The golden Lion Men looked horrified. “The
Magnitude of destruction was…overwhelming.
We have never seen, nor felt such an
Immense loss of life…”

BR’Riel went wild-eyed…He could sense
It, feel it too…The ethereal realms
Surrounding the planet echoed of the
Screams of death, in all forms…The people,
And yes, the plants and animals too. So
Much had been lost so fast! You just had
To be there…

The entire bridge watched as the massive
Super Tornado continued to shield the
Ark from the flood of the moved oceans…
It was the only vessel of life of the
Humans and animals left…
All the ocean life had been severely
Impacted as well…only the sea creatures
That could hide in the cavernous depths
Of the waters could be spared from the
Merciless destruction of above…And it seemed

All of this only enticed the ship of the Dark
Empire’s interest as it moved closer and
Closer to the planet, taking its own readings
The same as the Watchers did. But they
Were no match to the Watchers’ science
As their ship remained hidden above
All physical dimensions…

“What is that ship exactly?” BR’Riel asked.

Vala, of keen interest, quickly scanned and
Analyzed the Pyramid-like vessel. “There
Are multiple highly complex readings…The
Ship is comprised of an array of lifeforms…
An infusion of many races, many species…
Primarily Draconian and Sirian in origin.
This is a base, there are many
Compartments…A science vessel, but it also
Echoes a hierarchy…Reptilian, a powerful
Female presence…A Queen?”

“A parent vessel?” BR’Riel suggested.

“The Empire does not send their most
Important base ships to harvest common
Worlds.” Vala said strangely. “Something
Else is going on here.”

“The planet’s rotational shift has slowed.”
Apollo informed them. “Yes, it’s stopping
Now…New ice caps are forming
At new poles…VERY quickly. There are
Massive ice storms spinning about
The two poles…”

“I am sensing something VERY strong.” Vala
Said of the Mother Ship hovering over the
Planet. “This is no ordinary base star…
This is Nibiru.”

“The Master Legion?” BR’Riel was stunned
But outraged. “The Destroyers? Why would
They be here?”

But Ceres remained apart from them all
Bound to the Earth, its elemental forces…
Guarding the Ark…Somehow through it all
She managed to clearly hear her scared
Animals…The shrieks of the birds…The
Grunts, roars and cries of the big cats,
The elephants…The whimpering of the
Wolves…The terror of the horses and the
Sheep…Her heart reached out and sang
To them…lullabies to their spirits. And
The Earth heard this singing and it too
Began to calm down…
The waters calmed, the tornado
Eased down just enough to let the
Waters gently slide under the ark…
Spinning it, carefully, slowly,
Raising it until it was at the surface
Of the waters and the tornado began
To dissipate into gusts of wind
That blew against a rocky sea…

Then the ark was simply floating
On the waters…as it was meant to…
Adrift, alone…with its precious
Cargo…And Ceres just kept singing to it,
To the animals, keeping them calm,
Singing to them until they were lulled into
A quiet deep sleep…where they could
Find peace and dream…She told
Them to forget and rest…They had
Been through enough. Still she stood there
Crying…The ark had done its job and
Saved the animals. But the sheer
Numbers that had been lost were
Awful. She would never forget them
For as long as she lived. And in that
Moment she vowed no matter what,
No matter what it took, she would
NEVER allow such sacrifices to be
Made again. That was the worst feeling
Ever, to pick and choose? There
Was no winning that way…The only
Comfort she found was in knowing
That one day later, in the Earth
She saw…the animals would fill the
Earth again, and new varieties would
Spread. Everything would be new.

BR’Riel studied the view screen of the
Massive pyramid ship hovering near
The planet. “It’s not moving, what is
It doing?”

“It’s scanning.” Vala told him. “It’s searching.
I think they know something happened
Here…something unnatural.”

“Is that what happened in the
Time you knew?” BR’Riel asked Apollo.

Apollo turned to him. “Yes, they were
Quite taken by the events. Even though
They lost most of their Harvest ships…
They could not let it go…So they
Lingered…and studied what happened.”

“So, this then drew their interest?”
BR’Riel asked. “They stayed because
Of it?”

“In part, yes.” Apollo said, “But remember
It’s different for them…They are conquerors,
They never stop…They just keep looking
For more.”

“They are ravenous.” Vala said with

“We should leave as soon as possible.”
BR’Riel ordered.

“But the ark?” Ceres said. “Will
They be safe?”

“Apollo?” BR’Riel asked him.

He hesitated to answer. “They will be safe…
For the purpose served. The ark will
Come to rest in the mountains far to
The East…Nothing will bother them
For now.”

“For now?” Ceres said angrily.

“The Empire will leave and send science
Ships later with their…minions,” Apollo
Told her… “Where they will begin…their
Generational experiments on the humans.”

“And the animals?” She asked.

“Ceres!” He said.

“We are done here.” BR’Riel ordered. “It’s
Time to leave.”

“But— “Ceres cried… “Shouldn’t
We at least wait until the ark has
Come to its rest safely?”

“This is not a nursery mission, Ceres.”
BR’Riel said firmly. “We’ve already
Surpassed the mission’s intentions…
It is done…We must not speak
Of this.”

“But the Postulate will know, surely?”
Ceres warned them.

“The Postulate does NOT monitor these
Sorts of missions.” BR’Riel said. “They
Cannot. It would create ripples in
Time…Watchers to Watch Watchers,
Watching us? No…they do not know,
Will not know, because I am here.”

“So that’s it then?” Ceres asked with

“That is enough.” BR’Riel told her. “You
Must let Nature do the rest.”

“I am never going to let that
Happen again!” Ceres said, gritting her
Teeth. “Picking and choosing like

“We will keep searching for a way
To stop them.” Vala told her sister kindly.
“To stop them from invading and
Harvesting worlds…One day I will return,
And when I do…It will be for their
End. But for now, you must never
Tell what happened here.”

“Stories will be told.” Ceres laughed…
“Humans did survive.”

“And how do they pass on stories?” Vala
Laughed. “You know how that works…
They will weave tales and myths…
And each generation will add to them…
And also forget things…That’s how
Religions begin…They need to believe
In something.”

“That’s appalling.” Ceres groaned, still
Fighting tears.

BR’Riel lowered his brow firmly. “It is
Done. And now…you will watch as
We have taught you, as I have
Taught you…And in that time
You will want and know what
To look for…”

So, they returned to that present
Time…when the Bears were changed…
And BR’Riel went and stood in the
Wilds of the Earth to speak with
Nature…And what did nature say?

Thank you…Thank you for this gift…
The Gift of the Mother…

“Great Lion Man…One day…I promise
For what you…your student has given Me…
I too will give you a gift…

Listen, …
The Time will come…

I will change the World…All Worlds…”

The World Will Change.




















Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Animals of Noah’s Ark…

An apocalypse of lonely hearts
Misunderstood, longing for acceptance
And understanding…and the relentless
Unforgiving pursuit of satisfaction.
Endless in such overwhelming number
That it will not be reasoned with.
At the root of every vicious attack
Or senseless act is simply that…
A lonely heart. And when no solution
Can be found, nature then becomes
The mirror until peace is found.
Then simpler things must come.

*SONG* “Animal” by Def Leppard–vvf0

Back to the lost story of a lost time…
This story is shared not to condemn
But learn from the past…
So that history does not repeat itself…

On the Watcher’s ship…The vessel sent
Back by the Tribunal to repair an intervention…
Poised higher in dimension to avoid detection,
The mighty BR’Riel, noble Ascended Master
Of the Lion Men’s Temple…sat in the
Captain’s chair quietly pondering all that
Had transpired…At the time, everything
Was beyond their control…The Watchers
Had now become players to
A higher power…perhaps a divine plan
To a timeline that seemed incomprehensible…

“Tell me of the cities of this Earth
That we now fall witness to.” He ordered
To the now quiet humbled Apollo. “If we
Are to serve a purpose here I would
Like to know as much as possible.”

Apollo turned slowly, glancing at the fair
Ceres briefly…She would not even look at
Him without a scowl of disgust…Then
Looked up to BR’Riel’s magnificent shining
Silver blue ethereal eyes. “What would
You like to know?”

BR’Riel seemed to moan his thoughts…
“Anything…Everything? This world was…
So new…corrupted so fast…Were there
So few true hearted souls that walked
This world? None opposed or foresaw the

Apollo blinked, thinking fast on what he
Recalled…But the memories seemed haunting
Now as he had done nothing…He had only
Watched the chaos brew…The guilt he bore
In this was overwhelming, even though
Duty did not condemn him this, only his
Soul did. “Of course, as on any world
That falls, however numerous they may
Be…there are always those that attempt
To change things, right wrongs…and so

“Then what happened to them?” BR’Riel asked.

Apollo laughed. “The same as on many
Worlds…It’s the same everywhere you
Find corrupt systems…Those that oppose
The mainstream are ridiculed publicly…
Harassed, isolated or imprisoned, or
Executed…to demonstrate the power of
The corrupt government.”

“But these cities,” BR’Riel said with admiration,
“Cities of gold and diamonds and marbled
Stones, precious jeweled cities…of polished
Emeralds reaching to the sky…These
Buildings and monuments are marvelous…What
Happened here?”

Apollo thought heavily. “What vast lesson
Learned? How many worlds across the
Stars succeed? They aimed too high
To impress and attracted equally great
Dark treasure hunters…

“It started out quite noble and good,
When the Adams and Eves settled and
Spread across the land. They had their
Parents’ sciences to aid them…

“The first cities rose with hope and pride,
Atlantis the treasure city of hope and
Dreams and limitless sciences…

“Attan, or Ettan as it was also pronounced…
The trade port and crossroads city…

“Arcadia, the pleasure city…of gambling
And indulgences of everything imaginable
Of flesh and the mind…

“Lemuria…with its emerald towers and
Super sciences…minds were its treasure…
You want me to tell you what
Happened here? The great corruption
Of great powers? Nothing special
Happened here…What happened here
Happens everywhere…The only difference
Is the outcome on each world…some
Rise, some fall…some grow past their
Weaknesses and greed…while others
Succumb to temptation…or fall to the
Dark Empire…

“The only ones who learn are those
That learn to listen and watch, and
Above all see themselves for what they
Are and should be…if virtue finds them.”

BR’Riel groaned at the words…but his
Senses had already reached out and scanned
The planet below…The decadent behavior
Of the people echoed across the psychic
Plain…as all behavior does. No secrets
Hide themselves to those with higher
Senses…Lust and greed and gluttony
Carried on the ethereal winds of this
Earth…What higher beings called sin,
Mortal man called common beliefs…
Sin is just a word to some people, while
To others who hold virtue in higher
Regard…discipline, patience and
Self-control and faith are the true
Aim of greater reward… “The endless
Conflicts of civilizations.” BR’Riel grumbled…
“I am tired of watching this.” He
Turned to Vala, who had taken another
Seat at the panel beside her sister…
To study the planet with fresh eyes
And mind. “What do you see, Vala?”

“I see a lot of minds pre-occupied
With themselves…” She answered. “However,
There are some…interesting elements.”

“Oh?” BR’Riel asked.

“There is an organized group of
Disciplined minds…but they are in retreat,
Apart from the world. In hiding,
Seclusion…in a temple…13…That number,
13 Ascended Masters…in secret
Meeting. They seem to know quite a lot.”

“The Temple of the Ancient Masters.”
Apollo said to her words. “Ah, I remember
Those…They were students of the
Last Lion Men…A noble, elite group.
They shared much promise…But the
People shunned them and their teachings.”

“Why?” BR’Riel asked.

“Because the Ancient Masters practiced a
Regiment of intense disciplined training.”
Apollo answered. “The world was too taken
With having a good time. They had
Their various religions…Anything that
Withheld pleasure and affected guilt
They shunned.”

“Of course.” Vala laughed. “Why bother
To learn when it’s so easy to have fun.
Quick answers…so the partying can

But Apollo was distracted by Ceres as
She furiously attended to all of her
Scans and diagnostics of the animal
Life of the planet. She was quite
Aggravated. He carefully paused to
Turn to her. “How are you doing?” He
Asked her kindly.

She refused to acknowledge or even
Look at him.

“Ceres?” He asked again quietly as the
Attention of the bridge fell upon her.

A long fragile silence, then she lifted
Her head and turned to her sister. “Is
There an idiot talking to me? Because I
Swear I sense the most irritating
Sound of STUPIDITY!”

Vala smiled and silently laughed as
Apollo sat back and rolled his eyes
And sighed. “Are you going to continue
Punishing me for this?” He asked.
“As I have said, I did not invent
The scheme of this ark…it was
Done beyond my intent. I was merely
Following the timeline!”

Ceres dropped her jaw, tossed her golden
Hair over her shoulder and held up
Her hands. “There it is again! The
Sounds of an IDIOT! That voice!
The sound of incarnate mindless reason…
Do you hear it? It is killing my ears!”

“Ceres please.” Apollo begged.

“The deaf are truly gifted.” Ceres said
To her sister as Vala laughed quite
Entertained. “The muted…are blessed
By God for more fortunate communication.”

“Ceres!” Apollo winced and grabbed his
Face with regret.

She leapt to her feet and spun, meeting
Everyone in the room dramatically. “Oh
May the Heavens forgive me! It is the
Voice of the Lord God Apollo speaking!
How dare I insult his magnificence!”
She slowly turned to glare at him,
Her ice blue eyes burning with
The coldest fire. “Dear Sir, Dear Lord
Thy God of magnificent eternal wisdom…
Pray, forgive me for I am but the
Lowest…The truly lowest Brilliant Idiot!”

He stood to face her. “How many times
Must I say it?”

Ceres shook her head, then quickly
Cupped her hands close to her breast.
“Forgive me Thy Eternal Glorious
Shining one of Heaven…My reason is
But too weak to fathom the greatness
Of the words you utter…you speak…I
Pray that one day the Fates grant me
The forgiven path to forge steadfast
Thought and reason…” She feigned false
Tears to cry before continuing. “I am
In the presence of Grandeur, of
His mightiness…His deeds and words
Are spoken so divine to my ears…”
Then her eyes rolled with rage as
She clenched her teeth to growl,
“Or…but are they the words
Of The Most Fantastic Idiot that
Found two legs to hold the skull upwards
Of the King of the greatest moron
Beyond words?”

Apollo rolled his eyes and sighed. Should he
Speak? Dare the chance? There was nothing
Else to do. “What would you have me do?
Take us further back? Rewrite the
Timeline completely?”

“There are no choices now.” Ceres simply
Said with anger. “We are here…We are
Bound to fulfill these actions…Questions
Are pointless.”

“Should I crawl and await to be beaten
Then?” He said to her, as everyone watched
Their exchange; they were quite
Entertained by them!

Ceres took a step closer to him to
Fiercely stare him down. “Do you have
Any idea what will happen now?”

“The Bears will survive.” Apollo weakly
Said to her as kindly as he could. “The
Animals will at least survive this.”

Ceres pinched her eyes shut tight, “Some
Yes…” Then her expression fell to her
Horror and pain as her eyes could only
Look up and away from him. “There is not
Enough time to gather them all. At least
50 percent of the species will be lost.
I cannot even take samples…Zinn
Surely won’t…During an extinction event
There isn’t enough time to take them all.
The animals are spread out across the
Planet…Noah is building the ark
On ONE continent, ONE…Therefore I
Can only assemble those that can
Be gathered there…A majority
Of the species will be lost…FOREVER…
If I am fortunate, if I am lucky
I will be able to gather half…That
Is the best I can do.”

“But they…will survive.” Apollo told
Her, attempting to encourage her.

“How do I pick and choose?” She cried.
“How? They do not deserve this. Can’t
You see that?”

“I am sorry.” Apollo pleaded. “There is
Nothing more I can say, there is
Nothing more I can do.”

She turned to stare at the panel, at her
Scans. “There is nothing anyone can do…”

BR’Riel tried to appease a softer mood…
“How is this Noah progressing? Show me
This mate of his. It appears he had no
Children? I believe you told him, Apollo,
To save his family?”

“Yes,” Apollo said, “That is correct. The
World was too corrupt in his eyes…he
Chose to have no children…But his wife
Was some sort of…youth counselor at
One of their educational Academies…
She grew attached to six children
That had been abandoned by their parents…
She was overtaken by their suffering and
Eventually persuaded Noah to adopt them…
And took them on the ark with them.”

“Ah, I see.” BR’Riel said with a nod. “An
Interesting circumstance…and fortunate…”

Ceres groaned as she returned to her station
To select the animals. “Let me continue,
There is much to do. The best selections I
Can make are based upon the species
I knew when I arrived…” She shook
Her head in grief as she sat down. “The
Loss of all of these species…is just…
Absolutely terrible.”

Vala watched her sister with such
Sympathy as she observed everything with
The best impartial view she could… “I must
Interrupt, I apologize…” She said. “But there
Is still a critical issue to address…We
Cannot stay here forever…Apollo has said
This man built this ark…” She nodded
Towards the view screen as it displayed
The man’s slow progress. “Time is pressing,
Events shall unfold…How is he to build
This grand ark so quickly alone?”

Apollo thought fast… “The Temple of the
Ancient Masters…I can think of
No others that could accomplish this
With the needed speed and skill.”

“We have no time to spare to debate,”
BR’Riel seemed to growl. The specifics, the
Complications just seemed to grow more
And more. “We were sent to intervene
Upon the Bears and now it has mounted
To this vast undertaking of saving a
World by limited means!” He turned
To one of his nearest men. “Go to this
Temple of these…Masters…and do what
You must to inspire their aid in this
Ark’s construction. Speak as little as
You have to!” He growled firmly. “Just get
It done simply and fast! Go!”

At once the Golden Lion Man beside
Him departed…vanishing by their advanced
Mental training and psychic powers…
He would visit the leader of the 13
Ancient Masters, Astopheles…A towering
Golden Lion Man in white robes…
Visiting a collection of the most
Advanced minds on the planet? He did
Not have to do or say much at all.

“Now,” BR’Riel said, “Show me this wife
Of Noah…I would like to see these…
Children of men that captured her

“But—“ Apollo tried to reason…

“Show me!” BR’Riel only said…
No one argued with BR’Riel…The
View screen immediately displayed
Sara as she sat in a classroom
With the six children.

It appeared to be some sort of therapy
Session she was engaged with…3 boys
On one side of her, 3 girls on the other…
Their ages ranged from 12 to 15 years
Old…sitting in seats in a circle.

“Today has everyone completed their
Assignments?” Sara asked them as
They all appeared to be only just
Settling into their exclusive meeting.

“Why do we always have to write about
Our feelings?” Japeth, a 14 year old boy asked,
With very dark skin that appeared to
Be recovering from some brutal beating;
The other boys, all of his classmates,
Endlessly tormented him because
Of his appearance.

“Because writing it down helps.” Sara
Told them.

“It’s not making my life any better.”
Ham, the youngest said,
He was 12 and very stocky in build.

“You have to trust me,” Sara said kindly.
“It will help you…”

“Is it true?” Shem asked, the
Little boy with the almond
Shaped eyes, “Is it true what
We heard. That your
Husband is building some gigantic
Boat to fill with all sorts of animals
To save the world from some
Terrible end?”

Sara politely tried to discuss the topic, “He
Is working on a project, yes.”

“So he really is building some kind of
Giant boat?” Kara asked, a pretty 14 year old
Blond girl who was just starting to show
The signs of pregnancy. “Why?”

“Does he really think the world will end?”
Japeth asked. “Why? My parents said
Our people had made contact with
Visitors from the stars? This is a time of hope?”

“The rulers can’t agree on anything.” Shem
Laughed. “They probably made it up to
Win the elections…”

“We are getting off topic here.” Sara smiled.
“This is about you…not world affairs.”

“I want my baby to meet the Star People.”
Kinthia said with a silly grin, as she rubbed
Her very pregnant belly.

“How can you sit there smiling like that?” Kara
Snapped at her as she sat to her left. “There
You are 15 years old…your parents threw
You out for getting pregnant by sleeping
With your Temple’s high priest!”

Kinthia could only blindly smile with pride.
“He chose me because I am special.” She
Said stroking her belly with her long brown
Hair. “His seed is a gift…Look at me, I
Think I may be having twins I am so big!”

Kara curled her lip in disgust. “You are
Stupid. He didn’t choose you because you’re
Special. He chose you because he is an
Over-sexed old pervert, he chases all the
Girls our age…He talks about virtue and
One-ness with God…so he can have sex
With you. Then you get pregnant and your
Pious parents throw you out! You are stupid!”
Kara started getting angry as she typically
Did. “Look at me, I did not have a choice…
My father gave me to the local merchant
Overseer…for the materials he needed to
Fix his boat! All our parents are selfish
And stupid! All they care about are themselves…”
She pointed to the young 12 year old
Amber haired girl beside her. “Look at Lora,
Have you been listening to what those group
Of boys from the military academy did to her?
She was assaulted, Kinthia! And what
Do her overzealous parents do? Out of
Shame they throw her out and call her
A whore!”

“My parents would have loved that.” Shem
Said. “With all the orgies at our Temple
They revere the youngest for sex.”

“Our religion teaches us that we have to wait
For a holy union.” Ham said quietly.

“Holy Union?” Kara laughed. “Your Temple?
They speak in tongues! For marriage,
They wait until you are at least 18 and
Your name is called…Then they randomly
Pick tiles from a giant urn…and that’s
Your holy union? They are on drugs, Ham!”

“We always take potions and herbs
At our Temple.” Japeth said.
“That’s how we see the spirits and follow
Our guides, that’s how we know what to

“They are drugged out of their minds!”
Kara protested. “All of our parents
Are delusional with these weird beliefs!
And we pay for it! Can you imagine
If we were in Lemuria with all those
Snake cults and sacrifices there?
No wonder we have so many Lemurian
Immigrants! The people there are disturbed!”

“The high priest gave me a gift.” Kinthia
Said, rubbing her belly. “My baby is special.”

“You’re stupid, Kinthia!” Kara only said.

“Children please.” Sara said… “You need to
Understand…self-respect, self-worth…”

“What is there to believe in?” Ham said
Quietly. “We are outcasts…Our parents only
Want perfect children. The other children
Will only play with us if we all believe
The same thing.”

“That’s because we have no rights as
Children.” Kara said. “We are possessions,
Not people, not until we are older…”

“Why did I have to be born this way?” Shem
Cried. “They keep telling me everywhere
I go I look…abnormal…That the gods
Punished my parents with me…Why do
People say that?”

“Because they are all stupid!” Kara said.
“The whole world is stupid. They, our
Parents, pretend to have the answers,
And they don’t! All they do is repeat
The same stories their parents told them.
No one questions anything because it’s
Too hard for them to think.”

“I just want to be normal.” Japeth
Said looking down. “I want to be like everyone

“Children please,” Sara begged. “You need to
Listen to me, you are all worth more than
This. There is nothing wrong with being
Different…People just don’t understand.”

“They make up anything they want for
A religion as long as it makes them
Feel good or guilty.” Kara snapped. “No one
Thinks at all.”

Sara held her head…It was frustrating
Trying to get them to listen…Each were
From such different families, such different
Religions…She was fortunate to have
Gathered these few to talk…Most of
The abused children ran away and fell
Victim to worse circumstances…She turned
To Lora, the last of the little group who
Had not spoken… “Lora, did you have
Anything to say?”

The little girl looked wide-eyes, scared and
Far away…numb and sad. “I just want
To be some place safe. I do not want to
Be here. I do not want to be anywhere.”

On the Watcher’s ship, BR’Riel commanded
The view screen forward…He had seen
Enough of the scene…To see children
So young speak that way disturbed him…
Perhaps because for all the long years of
His life, he had so rarely seen children…
Then to see them talk of such problems
Was appalling, as it should be to
Anyone of higher morals…For it to seem
Common to anyone was horrifying.

All of those on the bridge watched as
The view screen displayed Sara and
Noah sitting on their bed that
Night preparing for sleep.

She was frustrated. Noah was exhausted
From the heavy labors he suffered from
Laying out timbers all day following
The schematics he had drawn out
For the ark…The more he worked the
Harder it seemed, building this ark
Was an impossible task!

“I noticed more animals in the yard today.”
Sara yawned. “Where are you finding
The time to gather these animals? I
Have not seen so many since I was
A little girl…The wild goats, the deer…”

Noah hesitated to answer. “Heaven is
Sending them.”

“What?” Sara asked.

“God is sending them to me,” Noah
Yawned as he put on his nightshirt and
Climbed into bed.

Sara laughed. “God is sending YOU these
Animals to save on this boat?”

“Yes.” He yawned quietly.

“Then God has forgotten a few…” She
Laughed, climbing into bed beside him. “All
Of the animals gathering themselves in
The yard are females, my husband. God
Only wants you to save the females? This
Great plan to save the animals…only
The females? I’m not arguing the pleasant
Idea…but…how will they survive if they
Cannot reproduce? They cannot reproduce
Without males and females…”

“They can if they are all pregnant.”
He said softly, closing his eyes.

She sat up with surprise. “What?”

“They’re pregnant.” Noah said. “They carry
The seeds of new life inside them.”

She scowled, gestured in frustration. “How?
How are you supposed to build this
Enormous boat for these animals…And
Now you tell me God is sending you
Pregnant mothers to save? You are supposed
To do this so fast? That is absurd.”

“It will happen.” He said, ignoring her words.

“This calamity is coming that fast?”
Sara asked. “For you to do this?”


Frustration filled her mind, and yet
Some intuitive sense of fear did as well.
What if it were true? Just what if?
Something deep and strong filled her
Heart…and though she could not
Explain why, she began to believe him…
She thought of the children that she
Counseled, of the young girls…They
Were pregnant too…something strange
Was going on. “Noah?”


“Do you expect me to go with you on
This boat?” Sara asked.

“Of course.”

“Then I want to bring the children
With me.” She said with sudden conviction.

“What?!” He sat up, then stared at her.

“I want to bring the children.”

“This ark is for the animals, for us.”
He said. “I was told nothing about
Anything else.”

She looked at him intensely. “They did
Not ask for this life, they did not ask
To be born…No one does…Nor did they
Deserve to be cast out. You want to save
The animals, I want to save the children.”

“I cannot go against God’s orders!”

“And what orders were they?” Sara

“To save the animals,” Noah gestured,
“The pregnant mothers, me, my family,
That is all.”

“The young girls I counsel,” Sara stared
At him with strange horror, “They
Are pregnant…”


“You heard me.” Sara was growing

“I cannot—“

“What?” Sara snapped, then yelled.
“Because you are afraid of being a father?
Of repeating the abuse that you
Suffered by your family? Now let me
Tell you something, Noah…If this ark
Is to be a vessel to save life then you
Will allow me to take these children
With us…We will teach them better
Ways…or I am not going with you!”

“Sara!” He protested.

“You will put them on that boat, Noah!”
Sara shouted. “Or I am not going at all!”

The compromise was made then…
Sara would take the children, and
Noah the animals…He fought her
Some, but could not deny her
Passion to protect as well…Still, he
Had the monumental undertaking
To build this great ark…

By dawn’s early light…Noah would
Find his answer fulfilled. Astopheles,
The infamous Elder of the Temple
Of the Ancient Masters came to
Visit Noah…with the sudden and
Miraculous offer to assist in the
Construction of the Ark…Refined,
Built and designed by the greatest
Skilled Ancient Masters and all the
Talent and supplies they had…
Very rapidly a powerfully and perfectly
Constructed ark was built
…Almost as if a Higher Power
Had given him the hands to do it.

On the Watcher’s ship they watched on their view
Screen, as if it were but some brief movie
Or documentary on television like we know…They
Watched on the bridge…as Astopheles and
His students of the Temple built the Ark
With Noah nearby assembling the numbers of
Animals that kept coming and coming…

Noah had asked the Ancient Master why
He had suddenly appeared to offer this assistance,
But he gave only a simple answer… “I was asked
To help.” That’s all he would ever say. Was it
A miracle? Everything just seemed to be happening
On its own…guided, gracefully with great
Humility. And Astopheles did not ask about
The ark…or about finding a place to board it
For his safety or the temple…He seemed to have
His own concerns to worry about…
In fact he was secretly making preparations
For 13 secret crystal skulls to be put in
Order for the days to come…but that’s another

On the bridge they watched as Noah
Gradually loaded the large rectangular ark with
The animals…They just kept coming…
Some in pairs, occasionally a trio…of
Various kinds of wild sheep, elk, deer and
Buffalo…the first wild horses and giraffes…
The gentle herbivores came first very quietly,
Most came softly in the twilight and night
Time hours, as they were so afraid of men
And those that hunted them for pleasure, sport
Or food, or for their skins or hooves or horns…
All the wild animals had been decimated
This way as people sought them out for
Their body parts to use for potions or adornments…
What were animals good for anyway? Few
Understood this.

Then came the greater beasts, the rhinos and
Hippos and wild boars…until they were

Then again by night, and the softer daylight hours
The greater predators came…The saber tooth cats,
Like lions and tigers and some with spots…
Then smaller hunters such as the dire
Wolves, the foxes, badgers, the smaller cats
And raccoons and weasels…and then of
Course the Bears…But at that time there
Was but one species of bear on Earth…it was
Large and somewhat short faced with a golden thick
Brown coat and massive paws, they were quite

All were mothers of course…pregnant with the rarest
Of large litters…Frightened and scared, mysteriously
Guided to this foreign human metropolis secretly
To hide in this big box-like boat…guided by
A song only the animals could hear…soft
And sweet and loving. A voice that re-assured
Them they needed to go, that they would
Not be harmed, but saved…and taken to a
Better place where they could be free, and have
Their babies free…

And almost comically all the while the tiniest
Of animals came…The mice and the rats, the
Chipmunks, hamsters, rabbits and squirrels…
Scurrying into the ark to hide in the cracks
And crevices…Busily building nests and stashes
And hordes of seeds and nuts from ALL the
Trees and shrubs and berry bushes and
Fruit trees…to serve as their food supply…
And quite conveniently as a seed supply
For all the green things…so that one day
When the ark was done with its purpose
All those stores of seeds and nuts could
Also be spread across a barren land to
Start things fresh with things to grow. How
Funny that it was the tiniest of
Animals that unknowingly found this great
Purpose…Almost as if everything on that
Ark was a well-rounded supply for the
New world. Good planning I guess.

But on the Watcher’s bridge something
Was wrong…Ceres watched the view screen
Nervously, her eyes noting every animal that
She had called and sung to…

Vala saw her frustration. “What’s wrong?”

Ceres grew more frustrated. “The elephants,”
She said, “The Mastodons, where are they?”
She rushed to the panel to scan for them,
Then found them still in their herds to
The North. “They aren’t coming, why aren’t
They coming?”

“How much time do you have left to
Gather them?” BR’Riel asked her.

“I don’t know.” Ceres moaned with worry.
“I have to fix this, I have to get them,
I have to see why they aren’t coming.”
Without hesitation she found her projection
Crystals, and with the Lion Man guard under
The guarded projection light she went to
The Northern forests and plains where the
First wild elephants roamed, giant and woolly
In small family bands.

She went to the first herd she had marked
That held the female carrying twins. The
Gentle giant swayed nervously but accepted
Ceres’s presence unlike any other. She sent her
Mind to the great mother she had marked to
Speak to her…then she understood, she knew.
They didn’t want to leave their herds! These
Elephants, although massive and beastly looking
Were no common animal. They were sensitive,
Smart and loyal…and unconditionally loyal
To their kind. She tried to sway the Mother’s
Thoughts, but the great elephant would not move.

Ceres was so moved! How sweet their minds were
Behind those ferocious rumbles and trumpeting
Calls they made. They were so devoted, they
Would not move from their herds!

She went to the Mother, who allowed her to
Come so close…and looked into her great wise and
Kind eyes. “Oh please you must listen to me,”
She told the elephant, “Something very bad is
Coming…I know how much you love your family
But you have to come. I just want to protect
You and your babies. You’re going to have two little
Elephants, don’t you want them to be safe?”

But the Mother elephant only let out nervous
Rumbles and cries…Ceres sensed it, she didn’t
Want to leave the others behind.

Oh Ceres began to cry! The emotions that
Poured from the Mother elephant…The nervous
Cries from the others! They all knew something
Terrible was coming, they all knew and sensed it!
The feelings were overwhelming…The anxiety, the
Pain…the feeling of being left behind and loved.

Ceres begged her, “Please come, please.” She
Said, stroking her trunk. And with every
Bit of strength within her she began to sing
Silently to the elephants…She promised, she
Swore to protect the Mother elephant and
Her babies…that they would be safe, and loved,
That no one would hunt them…They would go to
A new place. Oh how she wished she could take
Them all, but they only had enough space for
A few. It destroyed her inside. To pick and
Choose which ones to save, to talk to! They were
All scared and hurting and worthy of saving…
But she had no choice. “Please come, please?”
Ceres cried, tears streaming down her face. “For
Your babies to give them a chance? Please come…”

But the elephants would not move. Desperate,
She visited the other herds nearby, only
To find the same reaction. The elephants
Would not leave their herds, the mothers
Wouldn’t move!

She panicked, she didn’t know what to do.
Ceres prayed, she cried, she reached out
With her mind and sang the most desperate
Song pleading for them to listen, to understand.
“Please come, I’m not trying to pick and
Choose whose best, I just want you to live,
I want your babies to live! Please come!”

But the elephants wouldn’t move. She had
No choice but to return to the ship, to the
Bridge, devastated and in tears…She had failed,
It may have seemed like she had lost the
Elephants, but to her she had lost
Everything…They were so sensitive and devoted!
She had never seen such loyalty in an
Animal…Oh how people could learn from these
Animals! That love should be unconditional
Was absolute…Yet she was NOT trying
To pick and choose with conditions, it was
Beyond that…There was a higher purpose
Here, If only they could understand.

As she stood on the bridge, Vala at her
Side to console her…Even Apollo expressed
Great sympathy…As did the great BR’Riel
And the Lion Men…but then the Lion Men
Knew the nature of animals, this did not
Surprise them.

Then it happened…A miracle…As if by
Some light beyond reach, something touched
The elephants…Then Apollo pointed to the
View screen. “Look!”

The elephants…The elephants were coming!
Four mothers suddenly left their herds and
Suddenly began making the trek to the ark.
Those great elephant Matriarchs, some things never change.

Ceres cried and touched her lips. Oh God she
Wanted to kiss them. “Thank you!” She
Cried out as she wept, “Thank you!” She
Stepped forward and sang to them…to
Encourage and guide them…She turned
To BR’Riel crying. “They’re coming! The
Elephants are coming!”

Then the Lion Men were grinning and
Even the great BR’Riel grinned and cried.

Vala held her sister, “You see…I knew
You could do it.”

Apollo turned to her, even his eyes were wet.
“You can shout at me all you want…
You are amazing…This is something that
Will not be forgotten.”

But all Ceres could say and cry was,
“They’re coming. The elephants are coming.”

They watched for hours as the elephants
Came and then arrived at the ark…Just as
Sara was bringing the children with their
Bundles and supplies to the ark as well…
It was a sight to see.

The timing of events was of little distraction
Compared to what miracles were filling
The ark then. It had truly come to fruition,
The gathering of the animals of different
Kinds, pregnant no less…And then the
Nervous wayward coming of Sara with
The children who came more out of
Curiosity then anything…

Then once the assembly was complete…as
Darkness plagued the land with wind and
Rain and snow…It began.

The countries of the world broke into
Chaos from fear of the signs in the
Skies and the land. The desperate,
Panicked cries of fanatics and false
Faith healers…The martial law of
Governments committing crimes on their
Own people…Explosions, pure chaos…
And rain, darkness…sleet and snow…

Then the dark shadow fell…of the
Unseen force coming…Descending upon the
Earth…All hell broke loose…

Cities warred upon cities, civil wars,
Looting…riots…complete chaos…
And the invasion came amid this
For the Harvest…To reap those abroad,
Anyone in view…

They watched in horror on the Bridge
As this awful Descent fell upon the
Earth…Then the Ships came…
The Great Triangle Ships…The Darkness
Fell everywhere.

Apollo went to his panel to view the readings,
His eyes bulged with great alarm.
“They’re targeting the Ark!”

Ceres boiled with rage… “Like Hell They Are!”

….my artwork: Royal Elephant


Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 4AUG2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (4 August 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 28JUL2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (28 July 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

***Note from Valiant: This is one of my favorite posts, because it says so much! It is from April 7, 2016, but is very appropriate ‘these’ days! Hope you enjoy it!

*SONG* I Want Your World To Turn by Heart

The Knocking at the door…knock knock…
The Ticking of the clock…tick tock…
A time for things…
Then the Bell Tolled…The bell tolls…
The time before, of things that were…
And to come…
The Echoes of Thunder…The coming storm…
The sounds of thunder…
The wind, the rain…The thunder…The AIR…
I am of the AIR…
And I bring…Lightning…

No time for tame words…9 sisters gathered
To solve a puzzle…Guided by the tall,
Mysterious Riddler Varence of Apollo…
His pearly eyes that see and saw the past
And present for a future to behold by the Chosen…
5 to rise and serve the lives to save…
Now directed by the elected Rana…
Thundercat…Shaman woman of the Lion Men…

“Say it,” Rana says, “Write it this way…
For them to read it, say it out loud…
However they wish to learn it…The world has
Grown indifferent…Forgotten things that
Should not have been forgotten…or perhaps lost,
Or never told…over campfires…story fires…
Memories of how the world Earth became
What it was, and is…
So many stories to tell…Each one of its own
Importance…and timing…
Now its time to remember.” Rana stood tall
And ferocious beneath a golden light. “Make
Them feel it…And tell them the story…
Of the starchild in Rome…”

Apart from our lives…a lost time…
Generations after the first star pilgrims came…
There was an age that grew beyond sticks and
Stones…and fire pits…and caves…When
Civilization rose by mortar and mans’ hands…
When nature, its beasts were tamed to serve man…
The horse the steed…Farm animals to provide
Less reason to hunt…And the primal heart
Of Earth’s people learned how to shape
Their lives and harness others to build things…

The primal heart…The experiment born by
Dark secrets…was set out to be molded like clay…
By the overseers…cities had already risen in
The fertile crescent…In Egypt, Greece…
Then furthered by the serpent’s grasp…
The Dark Ones reach to begin their
Shadowy cabal by an empire…in Rome…

The wayward tribes of variety were scattered
Across a new Earth…Each yielding its own
Genetic treasures…China…Africa…The Americas…
Europe…Broadened then in the Emerald Islands
Where Celts were born…And Starseed were
Born from a magical visit, and magical union
Between a new breed of human and an ancient
One visited from the stars…

So here it was…An old soul of England…
Before, at the dawn of castles…
There was a village…one that had sprung
By legacy left by fair elven spirits that
Visited Celtic woods…From a child that grew
Into a man…To have children…And their
Children to have children…
Average in size, a family tribe-village…
As they all were…But this village was blessed…
Their barbaric ways conquered by their
Growing humanity…They were a kinder people…
Too kind…But still they held their own…

The small village of barely one dozen huts
Was led by gentler Elders than most lands knew…
In particular, an old woman, grandmother
To them all…named Elspa…The shaman and
Mid-wife known throughout the region…She was
The wisest…The healer who knew well all the
Herbs to heal…And all the stories to tell to teach
Them virtue, manners and conscience…As well
As the ways of her own starchild gifts…The
Ways of vision…of psychic senses…and
Dreams that few understood…
Which is why they looked to her for guidance
With respect…
Elspa knew…She heard the voices of the woods…
And heard his voice…The mysterious tall, pale
Stranger who visited her dreams with riddles…
“They’re coming, Elspa…” He only and always said,
Warned… “They’re coming…”

The words haunted her by day and night…
“They’re coming Elspa…They’re coming…”
So when she awoke THAT morning…she knew
What she had to do…
She emerged from her hut, alone…
Her husband had been killed years ago in
Battle with a nearby clan…which at last
Brought peace…She studied her people…how
They went about their daily chores fervently…
And still she sensed their time was at its end…
Because they were coming…

“Grandmother is awake!” young Briar shouted,
As the young amber haired girl ran up to
Her to squeeze her tight. If only she could express
The urgency…of the warnings…
She smiled less each day and worried more.
“I will be with you shortly for morning meal.”
She told them as everyone greeted her
With generous smiles. Then she walked
With cane to Grifton, her silvery haired
Son who stood as chief among them…

“I need to speak with you.” Elspa begged him.

Grifton smiled playfully, tossed back his
Head with a laugh when he saw the
Worried look on her face. “Of course, what is it?”
He asked as they stood quietly together
Watching the others… “More tales of trouble?
More dreams of doom to come?”

“You need to listen to me.” She pleaded with him.

He could only laugh. “For years, you and the others
Have talked about your visions…Secrets of
The past…Gods from the stars to guide us…
The Fair Folk of the Wood…which have
Disappeared…and finally…Now, last for years…
Talk of fearsome invaders coming…of a dark
Age to come casting shadow across the world.”
He only smiled and laughed carelessly…
“I love you, Mother,” Grifton told her, “But
You must see…You are worrying too much…
Nothing is going to happen…Stop talking
Fearful things…Enjoy your older years…
Stop questing for visions…”

“Please listen to me…” She begged, her
Eyes full of terror.

He held her hands warmly, “Mother stop
This. Stop worrying. This darkness you
Keep preaching…There’s no need for it…
There are no monsters…nothing in the
Shadows…no invaders coming.”

She saw at last it was a pointless discussion…
He was their leader…And it was true…In talks
And dreams and stories over nightly campfires
For years they talked about it…what was
Coming…FOR YEARS…Nothing had happened yet…
Proof had to come to what they could see for
Real…A mystic’s dream could only reach so far…
People wanted proof…Wouldn’t they always?
Yet she knew what was coming…
The voice of the visitor to her dreams was
Clear this time… “I understand.” She
Surrendered…patted her son’s hands…Then
Walked away…watching the others…

The children played…Children that with each
New generation were changing…The color of their
Eyes…like the sky so blue…The color of their
Hair…The reds, the golds, the ambers…In the
Old days they never saw these colors before…
Where did it come from? They began to resemble
The stories of the Fair Elf Folk, the wood
Spirits that used to seduce young hunters…
Something was changing the people…
In villages of the Scots to the north and
Isles of Eire to the west more and more
Children were born with that strange red hair…
She knew it meant something…but her mind
Could not grasp science yet…

Her heart was breaking from that ache…
That haunting sense…And in the sounds of
Echoing thunder…she felt it worse each time…
The world would change…
To what end? There was no certainty in the
Future…Only a shadow that stretched
And darkened all things…

She clung to hope…studied the people, her
Eyes finally falling on the sweet young fair
Isola…The kindest of them all…So pretty
She was with her long curly golden hair…
And blue eyes…She always smiled…always
Aided anyone in need…Even though she was
Near 6 months with child growing inside her…
No doubt carrying another beautiful baby,
A child to her handsome young hunter

Liam…Isola…She fixated upon them…Ideas
Filling her head…The race of time, and desperation.
She went to Isola and asked for her attention.
“My dear, Isola…Would you do something
For me? Its very important.”

“Of course, grandmother, anything.” Isola answered.

“I need you and Liam to gather me fresh herbs
For my medicines and recipes,” Elspa told her
Urgently, “From the valleys north, along
The hills and glens near the Scots…It’s a
Journey for you I know…But only you have
Eyes for this…Only you can do this for
Me…Ask Liam to take you…As soon
As possible…Please?”

Isola held her pregnant belly with concern.

“You are fine,” grandmother Elspa assured her,
“This brief hunt for herbs along the hills
Will do you good. And you and Liam will have
Some time alone…” She looked over the
Village, the playing children…The peace in the air…
Stabbing at the fear inside her…She fought the tears
Welling up.

Isola looked deeply into her grandmother. “What is it?
Why do you look so upset?”

“It’s nothing.” Her grandmother simply
Patted her hand then led her to a small stone
Hut…Then began giving her grand daughter
The things she would need, pouches, leather
Wraps to hold things…and various precious
Things she had…Mystical items such as talismans,
Charms for good luck and protection…things
She held dear…Then she gave her, her very
Best fur shawl coat and bag…

“Grandmother, why are you giving me all your best
Things?” Isola asked. “This rabbit coat is your

“It’s getting colder,” grandmother said humbly. “I
Won’t need them…” She saw Isola begin to form
Questions and held out her hand to quiet her. “Take
Them…Please…I want to tell you something…And
Remember it…You know we’re different…I have
Told you the stories since you were very small.
Everyone…all of us have gifts…Yours is special…
You’re so young, you have time to grow…get
To know it…LISTEN…Listen to things…Pay
Attention to things…Most like to talk…They push
To be heard…You…I…We use our senses wisely…
Appreciate the silence…and the sounds…Listen…
Pay attention to your dreams the way I’ve told you.
Listen…The voice…The voices…You know what
I mean.” Elspa said, her eyes wide, glassy and
Magical… “Ignore those who shake your instincts…
Let them talk…Those that question too much
Never listen…never learn…Just like the ones
Who complain too much…Listen…You smile…
You keep smiling the way you do…Keep growing
This way…I am so proud of you.”

“You’re acting like I’m going away forever…” Isola
Laughed, confused.

Her grandmother led her outside…and called for
Liam…who, she knew was already readying himself
For a hunting trip for game along the trail she
Mentioned…She told him kindly, but firmly to
Take Isola with him…He protested briefly, then
Gave in…The trip was a welcome idea for them to
Be alone…Then Elspa was bidding them farewell…
Kissing them goodbye…And she cried as she watched
The young couple walk away…for the last time…
Then she began going around the village…Talking
To everyone…trying to sense things…to find
Excuses to make them listen…to make them
Scatter…Few listened…They were too pre-occupied
With their games, chores or gossip…Then she
Sat by the fire pit in the center of the village
Huts…watched children play…then prayed…
That awful nagging mysterious…of HIM…inside
Her head… “They’re coming Elspa…They’re coming.”

The young couple still in their teens, Liam and
Isola, followed the worn-out weeded trails through
Woods and slopes…across rocky streams…
Through high grass valley meadows to reach the
Place grandmother desired…A fair day’s hike away…
They built a campfire that night and settled in
Beneath a shelter of slanted brush and leafy cover
For a modest romantic evening…They talked
Very shyly of how nice it was to be alone together;
They were such a sweet young couple…

Both remarked how strange grandmother had been
Acting… “More than usual,” Liam remarked.
“She tells such great stories at night though.”
Everyone loved grandmother’s stories…from the
Old days when tribes and clans fought
Constantly…before that strange star fell…
Before…A time when the land was full of
Stories of the forest spirits…The Fair Folk…
Of elves…and strange white beasts in the
Woods with one horn…

“Something is different.” Isola said shaking
Her head, her eyes aglow, mesmerized by the
Flames of the campfire… “Something feels

By break of days they found themselves woken
By a calamity in the woods…The voices of a band
Of young men…hunters from the north…Very
Close to crossing their path…
“Scots!” Liam whispered hard…But before they
Could gather their things to slip quietly into the
Woods for cover, the group of hunters were upon
Them…Ten young men…All bold older teens
That talked big but stood small, adults of
The era…brats to our modern world…They
Came upon Isola and Liam with spears, knives
And staffs…talking loud with old world accents
Like big men… “Name your clan,” they said
By a leader whose bearded face spoke with the
Voice of a boy… “We are the Picts…And you are?”

“Grifton’s tribe of the south,” Liam quietly
Answered…trying to stand strong and brave to them…
As the boys all immediately admired the fair

“The Picts?” Isola asked…thinking fast. “My
Grandmother spoke of you…of Macduff.
Her sister became his wife, Kimry?”

The leader thought for a moment. “The mid-wife, Elspa,
Is your grandmother? The healer from the south?”

“Yes.” Isola said.

“Ah.” The Pict leader said resting his spear, and
Commanding his group to follow his calmer stance. “I
Know of her…” Respect came quick then. “I am
Moxt. We’ll give you no trouble then…Kimry
Is kin, my uncle’s wife…We’re fair to you, no fights.
What are you doing here?”

“Just gathering herbs for Elspa.” Liam told them.

“Will you share what you find?” Moxt asked.
“Our healer recently died…Things are uncertain
Right now…Our clans gather wide…The last
Moon saw more invaders come from the east…
Villages are falling…Danger is in the air, in the
Woods…You should be careful…not to stay alone…
The invaders coming are unlike any seen
Or fought before.”

“Invaders?” Liam questioned fast… “The last moon?
We heard or saw nothing?”

“Why to the north?” Isola asked, confused.

Moxt hesitated, but trusted his instincts and
Considered them friends… “They came by boats…
Tall and wide…with sails…clothed in metal,
With hoods of metal also…some
Riding beasts…They have foreign tongues, we
Don’t know them…But a prisoner was taken
And called himself, his people…Roman.”

“Roman?” Liam asked. “By boat? That
Would make them from far…?”

“Grandmother.” Isola gasped. Her
Mind spun fast…The trip…her request
For herbs…it was so late in the year for
Finding them…Her grandmother’s gifts…her
Behavior…the way she fussed over her, dressed
Her…she touched her rabbit coats. “Romans…
She knew they were coming then…She saw it.”

“Your grandmother is a shaman?” Moxt
Asked intrigued; his hunters less so.

“She asked us to come here,” Isola explained,
“For her herbs…she was urgent…sad.”

Liam looked to Isola puzzled, “But we heard nothing
Of invaders…It has been very quiet…”

“We have not seen other villages in months,”
Isola told him… “Anything could have come…
By chance we missed it yet.”

“Not for long.” Moxt shook his head and
Laughed… “These Romans come fast and
Hard…intent on standing on our land.”

“We must go back.” Isola held Liam’s arm.
She had this awful feeling. “We left so fast,
So suddenly fast…by her request…”

“My men and I will come with you,” Moxt
Told them, “I would like to see your land…
We’re scouring for signs of Romans…This
Could tell us something…”

And so they banded together…Liam and Isola
Led Moxt and his hunters down the trails to
Their land…Where by near end of day they
Found what they feared most…
Pillars of smoke from a distance said it first…
The village…Their village…was in black ashes…
Everything was torn apart…nothing was

But the worst was the gruesome scene of bodies…
No tribes fought like this before…
The eldest all lay dead…
Some beheaded or stripped of limbs…as were all
The smallest children…it was a blood bath…
A slaughter of innocents, the weak…

Horrified, they found grandmother Elspa
Gored by spear through her chest…
Her eyes still open wide in pain and fear…
It was awful, wordless…
But there were no bodies of young people
Anywhere? Why? They were taken?
That made no sense…

Isola walked teary-eyed through the village…
She couldn’t bring herself to touch anything,
She felt as if she were a shattered spirit
Floating through the grisly scene…
Then her mind surrendered to senses,
By the overwhelming emotions that struck…

Visions filled her head…
She saw them…The invader Romans…
Dressed in metal, chest, back and hoods…
Crowned with red flares…Warriors like none
They knew with polished flashy weapons…
They came upon the village not long after
She and Liam left…
The fight was hard and fast…The killing wide,
And measureless…They never saw it coming!
But Elspa did…Her grandmother knew!
And no one listened…

They spoke a strange language…loud, fierce…
Her people, family, families ran…
Only to be caught quick…forced to kneel…
They were rated of worth…
The old and young sentenced to immediate death…
Those of youthful vigor, prime of age
Chosen for pleasure as slaves, the women, girls…
Beaten, raped, stripped…and some of the
Young boys too…Humiliation…Torture…
The red hair, the blue eyes…Gold hair…
The prize…To be delivered to their homeland
As trophy slaves…for any purpose of desire…
As screams and cries of the haunting scene
Filled her head…Isola turned…
Then saw it…

The beast, animal…that they rode…
Standing there…on four legs…plainly…
Out in the open, alone between two huts…
Her eyes apart from mind sensed the animal…
Of flaxen mane…a nutty rich brown shiny body…
A powerful muscled animal…
Her eyes to its, his eyes…Its body quivered
As it neighed…left behind…Abandoned?
No…it fought its way…away from its tamers…
The horse that found her…
Watched her, sensed her…A sensitive
Animal…And she went to it, and stroked
The creamy blaze of its face…
A bridge made from mind to mind…
Britain had unknowingly found its first horse.

Liam and Moxt approached her and the animal…
“Be careful!” Liam warned his young pregnant
Beloved. “You don’t know what this can do!”

“I’ve seen these beasts before,” Moxt told them, “The
Romans ride upon them…We’ve caught a few,
Slain them for victory feasts…They’re tasty.”

Isola grimaced at Moxt’s words, as she stroked
The animal, “Men think with their stomachs.
He’s beautiful.”

“You don’t even know what it is.” Liam shook his head.

“It’s a horse.” She said without thinking…
Her senses told her everything…

“A what?” Liam asked.

“A horse.” Isola said…her eyes wide and large,
Like the animal’s eyes…Her awe for the horse
Overtaking the moment…Magic…Into his mind…
The way it thought, felt…breathed…The
Way it stood, muscles flexed…He was born to
Move…driven by a powerful instinct…its mind
Worked with pictures, forged by feelings…of
Survival…to eat, drink, move…Tied to the
Land by legs that gave it strength and
Reason to dance…and jump…and run.
She never felt such clarity before…
The voice…The spirit of animals spoke to her…
Few understood this…
The birds that fly…adrift, gliding the air
With wings to soar…eyes to see beyond all things…
Those of predators…to strike, hunt those
On ground or sky…Earth…Air…
The rabbit on the ground…Innocence that hides,
Survival…the flight to run…
Animals…The furry souls, feathered souls
Of all kinds…few appreciated them beyond food
Or beasts of burden…
It never struck her so hard before…
Grandmother had often cared for orphaned animals…
The respect, love of nature…a wisdom taught
Of virtue and medicine…Shamans learned this way…
But for Isola this was…The first personal moment
In her life…
Despite and through the slaughter of her village…
This encounter, meeting with this…horse…
Stirred something within her…
Grandmother’s stories and wisdom filled her head…
The woman within her rose…
And the horse spoke to her…
A tale of its life…an animal slave…its spirit
Bred, bought, stolen…beaten, spirit tamed, whipped,
Tithed and chained to be used as a mount
For brutes for its strength…or to haul or pull
Loads…There was no allowance…
It was nature’s first eternal slave to man…
And somehow…by her own ravaged loss she
Bore of her people…she made a bound tie
To the horse’s mind…In a whisper, a promise
Of respect and admiration…
The slave animal became her friend…An echo
Through time…

The magic moment then was broken…war cries…
From the forest line nearby…The metal clothed
Roman men reappeared, they by chance
Re-tracked to the village to find their commander’s

Time ran fast…The Pict hunters cried war
In return, Liam shouted for her to run…
But Isola was held still by the horse…and
Somehow he told her what to do, and she
Raised her foot to the stirrup…and raised herself
Upon his back…The horse danced, she took
The reigns…The Romans yelled their
Language of war and rage…pointing with
Swords and spears to her, and the horse…
They charged…And her horse launched
Into a flightful run…unlike Isola ever
Liam panting in panic raced after her to
Follow as the Pict hunters fought the Romans…
More and more of the invaders emerged
From the woods…They were outnumbered…

Isola’s horse raced for the hills, finding
Trails by feet only animals knew to find…
Liam followed with all his speed…but could
Not catch her…Then Moxt followed and a
Few of his men…They knew their odds favored
Retreat then…

A team of more Romans on horseback…
Emerged from the woods to follow, chase…
They wanted their commander’s horse bad…
A foolish price of pride…
The odds were desperate, ridiculous…

Then moment found…a mystical intervention…
The echoes of thunder…
Then as if some invisible line had been drawn
In the sand by higher hand,
The band of Roman horse soldiers halted in a row…
They fought their riders, feet stomping the Earth…
Eyes wide with life, protest…
Ears twitching to the voice only they heard…
Some ethereal siren’s song that commanded
Nature…perhaps from some Watcher’s past…
Then they threw their riders with bucking fury
That scattered the Roman attack into chaos…
So much so they forgot to pursue Isola, Liam
And the Picts…

Isola’s mount would deliver her, Liam and
Moxt and his men to safety to the northern
Territories…Where they would eventually
Find a new home…build an army that
Would halt further Roman invasions…

More horses liberated from their bringers would
Also find a future home…in this land…
Still the tale remains…that it
Was a young pregnant Isola who rode the first
Horse there…Unless of course other points
Were given here…it depends entirely how you
Read it…eyes and ears to see what they will…

Now…then…The story departs to far different
On the ship that sees all things of time…

There they watched…by and for duty…
Their jobs…Camlo, still in his pale blue
Uniform…studying the quiet fauna…

Ceres, the golden blond beautiful princess woman
Watcher of Earth…wearing her red dress…
Sat watching the animals, in her seat at
The console politely…with quiet smiles of

Apollo, the tall creamy haired chiseled man
Still in his drapery clothes, sat in the
Captain’s chair…Watching the mortals’ dramas
Of Earth…Multitasking of course…so
Many things were going on upon the Earth…
He laughed without a smile, “Ceres…Horses?
Upon the Emerald Islands…Do the words
Mean anything to you?”

“Sensitively brilliant animals.” She answered slyly
Without facing him.

“I thought we were ordered…” Apollo also slyly
Said… “To not interfere but only…WATCH…”

“I was there, I heard his orders.” Ceres
Answered…without the slightest care…

“The girl…a baby survived,” Apollo responded,
“From a fitful line of horses that held
Soldiers to follow.”

“How interesting.” Ceres said as she watched the whales
Passing in the seas…near a chain of islands…
Somewhere special. “Perhaps animals make
A difference after all…Perhaps studying
Them is more significant somehow.” She smiled.

“Are you making a point to me or someone
Else?” Apollo asked.

“Who could possibly be listening to our
Conversation?” Ceres asked. “Are you taking
Notes? Would you repeat it to someone
Sometime? Who would care?”

Apollo paused to laugh, roll his eyes…
To the air…As if there was or would be
Some eyes or ears out there… “Why would I
Mention such a thing? History none should
Know? To suggest…to pay attention to listen
More…To all those little things that you
Pass by…?”

“As if signs are there for who?” Ceres
Laughed…then faced him, smiling. “You
Poise yourself as if to tell some story…
Why? When, what for? For who?”

“I would tell a friend if I had to” He
Said nicely.

“If you had one.” She said playfully. “Break
Open a prize of victory if they catch
That one.”

“Are you saying I have no friends?”

She stood then strolled to say it beside him.
“I’m saying…That you shouldn’t have to
Share such an obvious thing with a friend…
Unless it had a gentle meaning…Otherwise…
I would see it as…a warning…”

“Such interesting words there.” Apollo
Speculated…before his eyes fell back to
Observing the images on his screen…His
Expression sank…slowly…almost painfully.

“That is a look I have never seen.” She
Said to him.

“Why?” He asked slowly.

“Your look…it aches…” She said.

“This…” Apollo said, nodding once to the screen…
“Upon this world…The way civilizations grow…
Or rather, re-grow…Evolve? Mutate?
Mutilate?” He laughed painfully.

“What is it?” She asked. “Say it.”

“I do not like this…” Apollo answered, his eyes
Wide… “I have never heard of this sort of…
Progress before.”

“Think to what it belongs.” Ceres said.

“Should that matter?” Apollo asked… “No
Sense can be given for it…no matter who
Claims the rites of passage…or their
Hand in the shaping.”

Ceres sighed as she slowly returned to her seat.
“Watchers have no opinion in those, remember?”

“Something has to happen…sometime.” He
Said studying the screen.

“Pray for revelations.” Ceres told him, resuming her
Duties as well… “Write a book…whisper in someone’s
Ear…Tell them a tale they won’t believe…more

“Revelations…” He laughed…his gaze falling intensely
Upon the history unfolding…The rising of an
Empire on a primitive world…one that shadowed
One larger…vast, master empire in the stars…
“The echoes…” He moaned…his mind regretfully
Taking in the perils, the turbulence taking shape on
The lost guardian world…Inside, he confessed, it
Revolted him…

“Did you say something?” She asked as she
Turned to the look of agony silently overtaking
His face. “That look…”

“Please…” He quietly said to her, so humbly it
Frightened her…He raised his eyes to hers then, “Would you…
Might I ask just one thing of you?”

“Of course.”

“Your sister,” he thought carefully as he spoke,
“The one that works in the capital…concerning
Matters of the council, the outer planets?”

“Chanta?” Ceres asked.

“Yes…Chanta…” He nodded… “Could you grant me
A private conference with her? Please?”

His politeness struck her senses nearly speechless.
He never made requests…He was never so…humble.
“Of course.” She began pressing buttons
At her panel. “Go to the meeting room…
Wait for the call…” She simply nodded.

“Thank you.” He quietly replied then made
His departure…left the main bridge…followed
A brightly lit shiny pearly hallway to a
Small room at the very end…used for private
Communications…He entered, then sat at
A large desk-type counter that faced
A blank wall with only one flat screen object lighting
The dark room…Then waited…

It wasn’t long before a static like glow filled
The window-like screen…The image then cleared
To form the view on the other side…back
Home…Another private room where a very
Beautiful flawlessly looking dark red haired
Woman sat in a pale blue uniform waiting
For him. “Apollo?”

“Yes, thank you.” He greeted her kindly.

“My sister says you wish to speak with me?”
Chanta asked. “Concerning what?”

“You manage contact with the outside?” He
Asked her, “With the outside council?”

“I do.” She answered carefully.

“I have something to ask you.” Apollo said,
His manner very serious. “I need you to
Contact the Mother World…To ask
Them to send a ship to observe some recent
Behavior on Earth.”

Chanta’s crystal-like blue eyes
Seemed to roll then blink in wild thought. “Such
Requests are never made.”

“I must ask this.” He said. “I must ask now.”

Chanta was a woman of high standing…brilliant,
Virtuous…spiritual…but always politically correct;
She dared to break no rules… “Why would I do
This? Watchers are forbidden to interfere…”

“Please.” Apollo humbly said… “There are
Things beginning on this world I do not like.”
He saw her readied response and held out his
Hand to beg for her to listen. “All worlds are
Molded differently I know…But this…”

“You refer to Rome?” Chanta asked,
Carefully forming her words.

“You are aware?” He was surprised, a little.

“Yes, of course.” She said, confessed, quickly.

A moment of silence as he fought his
Insides to find reasons, the mystery…
Suddenly a bigger picture filled his head…
Of course they know…They had to.
“You know?” He squinted.

“Of course we know.” Chanta answered calmly.
“We are aware of everything going on…on the
Slave worlds.”

“You say that carefully.” Apollo responded, studying
Her face. “But not all worlds?”

“No, not all worlds.” She said…extremely cautious
With every word.

Apollo thought fast, quietly…nearly scowling as his
Deep voice formed the words, “When I came
To my post…When the trade routes were
Flourishing…When Atlantis was still a new
City…and the colonies were spreading…You
Knew the empire would annex this quadrant
Of space…how?”

“They were following the gold…” Chanta
Answered. “Their greed always follows the

“But,” he said, “Then…What happened here…
The invasion…They stripped the planet…
The experiments…They encouraged the evolution
Of a new race…”

“Yes, we know,” Chanta simply answered, “The

“They ceased to become humans when the
DNA of so many species were entwined into theirs.”
He said.

“Their humanity was resumed when you had the
Elvar of the Danu interfere in their evolution.”
Chanta corrected.

He cleared his throat. “I did not tell them
To do anything…”

“Do not think I am a fool,” she told him
Fast and hard, “Or that any of us are
Unaware of what YOU did, Apollo.”

“I remained within all the—“

“You walk a fine line with rules,” Chanta said.
“Everyone is aware…The only reason you have
Not been reprimanded, withdrawn from your
Position and imprisoned with Xander…is the
Potential of the situation.”

“Someone…” He said hard, biting down with his teeth,
“had to do…something…The Empire consumes
This universe…And when it has it all there
Will be a war of universes…and you know
What will happen.”

“We are all aware of how much time we
Have left.” Chanta snapped. “The fact
Remains there is a chance.”

“Chance for what?” Apollo snapped. “This
Civilization, this Shadow Empire of Rome that
Likens into the structure of the Reptilians
Homeworld…The slavery…The carnal
Indulgences…The blood games…Even
The way they worship…”

“As with so many other worlds.” She simply,
Calmly said.

“How can you say this with such simple
Breath?” Apollo asked. His manner, the
Nature of the boy that became the man became
Bold… “What are we watching for? Waiting

“We are apart from time,” Chanta said
Slowly, trying to express that she did care but
Was also held by position, “We are fortunate
To exist where others can not…To survive…
To Exist? We are but figments…
Dreams to the outside…They will never
Comprehend this…And that is our blessing.
Let them not understand…So we can work…
Suggest with inspiration…through dreams…
Riddle some whispered words on the wind…
Mysterious creativity through art…answers
By melody of song and lyrics…”

He frowned, he knew the sacraments…
“What are we waiting for?”

“I realize you are frustrated.” Chanta said
Strong but with sympathy, “But you must, we
All must play our parts.”

“Tell me!” He nearly shouted.

“For the chance,” Chanta answered slowly,
“In all of us we quest for those answers
From where we come…The source…our
Creation…There is far more than physical
World…The ethereal, the supernatural dimension
Of life we ride alongside…gives us glimpses, clues…
To what is beyond our physical laws…
The most advanced civilizations study this…”

“Of course.” Apollo rolled his eyes. “All
Fools know the common sense…So?”

“We obey and respect spiritual laws…
The natural order of things.” Chanta
Answered. “The Empire does not. They
Attempt to bridge the two by their
Experiments…The meta-human…That
Can create a bridge to Heaven…”

“You speak of witchcraft and spirit
Mediums?” He asked.

“No,” she snapped. “Witchcraft is of sciences
Of the mind…Spirit mediums break the spirit
Laws…I am not talking about conversations.
I am talking about an actual physical
Bridge…in human form…”

“A door?” He asked.

“Or window, yes.” She nodded. “Every
Few thousand years…The Heavens offer
Glimpses to us…meanings by messages of
Our creation through acts of divine
Intervention…IF…they can create a meta-
Human that can be a bridge…They
Can talk to Heaven…But they also intend
To invade it…influence it…”

“No physical being commands the Heavens!”
Apollo said.

“Of course not…Only an idiot would assume
They can control beings from the higher

“Their arrogance assumes they can invade
And control Heaven?” He laughed. “It
Will destroy them first.”

“That’s how worlds die,” Chanta agreed,
“For when they get close to this in their
Experiments…Heaven responds by harsh
Lessons of blood, death…cataclysm.”

“So what am I to do then?” He asked.

“Wait…” She insisted… “Watch the
Evolution take place…Find the successful
Vessel…communicate with the cosmic forces
Before they do…Let us build the bridge
Before they do…”

“And then?” He asked.

“Then the war begins…” She said. “It’s not
About one world, one or Earth or any other…
It’s about ALL worlds…And saving our fate.
Now go…Watch…Wait…Watch some more…
Find the vessels of divine intervention…Then…
Once you do…We will react and plan accordingly.”
She ended the communication.

He sat in silent thought for a while
Pondering their discussion…He had the time…
The knowledge…The technology…The
Space of secrecy to hide…it was but
The waiting and watching that was
The chore…

End that part…
Now eyes and ears to this…

Rana stood bathed in the golden glow
Of the lights as her sisters, Vala and
Ceres joined her…The three…

“So that’s what you needed to hear,” Rana
Said to the notebook… “This is how it will
Be now…Like it? Excellent…Don’t like it?
Don’t read it…Retreat and scratch yourselves,
I don’t care.”

“Lesser humans find great difficulty in
Managing their behavior.” Ceres laughed.
“The wise listen…They can manage their
Ears and mouth quite well.”

“You do know this Earth well.” Rana laughed.
“Their communication devices…IF…they
Only knew how many eavesdrop on every
Little thing from the stars above…
They entertain themselves? HA! They truly
Entertain others even more.”

Vala, with her long honey colored wavy
Hair and candled-colored eyes of flame
Hummed her siren’s song… “Let me
Impart this…There will be no repeating
Lessons…The Heavens are kind to fools
No longer…which is why pain and death
Are so abrupt…

Fear the road…respect things…
These are the things to know…
The light comes…The seasons will be
Hostile…for they should be cold…
Arctic winds…make ICE…bring it…
Challenge your course from what you knew…
Make it what you need to know…
Follow your dreams…But more importantly
Know their meaning…
Quiet your noisy mouth and listen more…
The Echoes of Thunder…
The storm comes…
These are The Thunders.”











Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…3 Bears…

The Sandman spoke in whispers.
Softly…a dream, a riddle?
‘No’, he said, ‘Something a little
Easier to process. But still something
To hear…’

Now this is more of a tale for adults,
Just go with it, laugh if you can.

There was a family of 3 bears
That lived in the wild wooded mountains.
There was a Grandpa bear, who tended
To be a little too angry…A Papa bear,
Who knew so much, as all Papa bears
Say they do…and a Mama bear, who loved,
And kind of complained, a lot, as most Mama
Bears do…and a Little Baby bear…
But baby bears don’t count yet, they’re
Not mean enough to handle the adults.

The 3 bears lived in this big big
Cave. It had all the modern conveniences,
Nice big beds, a big storage pantry
For those big hungry bear appetites…
Some old furniture to lay on…And
Of course, a nice big flat screen TV
So they could keep up with all the
Current worldly affairs. (Hey, it’s a
Fairy tale…sort of, it could happen.
So just go with it.)

The bears ate together regularly,
And discussed the daily news and
Gossip of the neighborhood, as well as
What they saw on their TV. The times
Were changing, things were getting
Tough for bears everywhere. The seasons
Were moving every year, nature was more
Intense in the woods. Even the
Fish in the rivers seemed to complain
About it, things just seemed off.

As they sat together one night to eat
Their dinner of berries and whatever meat
They could find…around their
Big flat screen TV, of course; that
Thing was always on. They could
Not help but to engage in a more
Vigorous conversation than normal.

‘What the hell is going on with this
World?’ Grandpa bear bellowed as he
Gnawed on some bones. ‘I tell ya
All you youngsters are screwing
Things up. A bear can’t even find
Peace in his own cave!’

‘What are you talking about?’ Papa bear
Groaned. ‘You slept all day, and watched
TV. You have a cave to sleep in, be

‘Don’t you sass me youngster.’ Grandpa
Bear growled. ‘I’ve had a hard miserable
Life! Back in the old days of the WW
(the wild woods), a bear survived and in his
Old age, earned the glory and respect
Of all!’

‘You hid in the woods, and ate fish
And ran from hunters Old Bear.’ Papa
Bear groaned. ‘Big deal, it was
Far tougher for me! I had to use
My brains!’

‘You hid in caves, and went out for
Food at dusk when the hunters left,
Dear…’ Mama said. ‘Lots of bears
Do that.’

‘But it’s smart, isn’t it?’ Papa bear
Growled with a stomp. ‘I’m a smart
Bear, I am…grumble, groan,

‘The World is going to Hell!’ Grandpa
Bear said. ‘Do you see what they talk
About on the news? I tell ya the
Commies are taking over! They’re all
The same, they’re all the same! Every year
They yell and complain. It never ends!
What’s a bear got to do to get respect

‘Hang quietly on a wall.’ Papa bear
Laughed! Ha Ha Ha! See, See, I’m
Not only smart, I’m funny too!
Ha Ha Ha! Grumble groan BURP!’

‘Yes, that’s true my Dear.’ Mama
Bear sighed. ‘Man bears…all the
Same,’ she shook her head. ‘Thank
God for Mama bears, Thank God
For Mama bears.’

‘You Mama bears have it easy!’ Grandpa
Bear said. ‘We Man bears have to
Protect and be Ferocious and think
All the time. It’s terrible!’ He lowered
His head in sadness. ‘Poor Grandma
Bear, I thought I told her not to
Cross the street. Poor Grandma bear.’

Mama bear rolled her eyes. ‘Deliver us
From this wisdom Dear Lord of Bear kind…
Savages and idiots rule the Earth.’

‘Did you say something about my
Intelligence?’ Grandpa bear growled.
‘Don’t sass me Mama Bar! I tell
Ya all you free thinking commies
Show no respect to Republican Bears!’

‘Mama bear,’ Baby asked. ‘What’s
Grandpa saying…what’s a republican?’

‘He doesn’t know what he’s saying
Dear.’ Mama bear said. ‘He got it
From the TV. Now eat your berries, and
Stop getting dirt on your paws while you

‘Commies, Commies everywhere! Out to
Kill us Grandpa Bears! Grandpa
Growled, looking around suspiciously
‘Where are they? Where are they? It’s
Those bleep bleep phonies on the
News, they’re out to get us bears, I tell

‘Quit watching that TV will ya!’ Papa
Bear growled. ‘It’s killing your brain!’

‘You’re a Commie now are ya!’ Grandpa
Bear growled fiercely. ‘I didn’t
Raise no wimpy pansy commie
Not to respect my intelligence,

‘You don’t know what you’re talking
About, you old fool bear!’ Papa bear
Said. ‘You’re a republican, I’m
Not a commie. Ya heard it on the
TV! That’s all!’

‘Don’t you sass me!’ Grandpa swatted
Aimlessly. He was half blind, but don’t
Worry, his motor skills and senses
Were equally matched.

Mama bear sighed. ‘Somewhere over
The rainbow, a beautiful world exists for me…
I settled for this, for that is the duty
Of Mama bears…Pray for peace, pray
For brains…Now where’s that honey I
Hid away for my berries…mmmmm…!’

‘Am I the only one with any
Common sense in this family?’ Papa
Bear yelled. ‘Now you all shut
Up and be quiet! You’re all stupid
And I’m the smartest. There,
Problem solved!’

‘Don’t sass me, Don’t sass me!’
Grandpa bear growled swatting
Aimlessly. ‘This world is nuts!
I know, I see it! I know it all,
Now you better listen to me!’

‘God save us bears!’ Mama bear began
To pray. ‘For we suffer from
Brilliance and insanity. Please God
Save us.’ She turned to Baby bear.
‘See, I pray for us. Now that’s a
Good thing. Do like Mommy, Baby
Bear…go on, paws together…pray…
It works. See, we’re saints now!’

And Baby bear sat there staring with
The most confused expression. ‘Mama
Bear? Is this hell?’

And the 3 bears all froze in
Shock and horror, and with big
Wide eyes stared at Baby bear.
‘Who taught you that awful
Word!?’ They said in unison.

And Papa bear roared. ‘What the
Bleep bleep f—ing bleep are
You teaching Baby bear?’ And
He pointed angrily to little Baby bear.
‘Now you go down to the stream
And wash your mouth out! Go on, Go!
What the f—ing bleep is happening
To this world?! Look what it’s doing
To our Baby bears! We have to revolt!’

‘Mama bear, I’m scared to go to the
Stream…you said it was dangerous?’
Said Baby bear…

Mama bear leaned over. ‘Now Baby bear,
If you want to say such bad words,
You have to accept the consequences and
Go down to the stream and wash
Your mouth, and paws. You’re
An independent now…all you
Have to do is avoid your ass
From getting shot. Now go on,
Shoo-shoo-shoo…go wash your
Paws now. Go on, go on.’

And Baby bear scampered off
Timidly, nervously, to the stream. (Don’t
Worry, he was OK. He was spared the
Brilliant insanity of the adults’ company,
It was actually a peaceful escape.)

And then Grandpa bear roared and
Growled fiercely, but still swatted aimlessly.
‘This world is going to hell! Damn
Commies and Republicans! Where’s my
Fish? Who took it? Who took it?
I know somebody took my fish!’

‘Papa bear, I think Grandpa bear has
Really lost his mind.’ Mama bear
Sighed while praying vigilantly. ‘Do

‘What do you want me to do?’
Papa bear groaned. ‘Pray” Ask
Aliens to save us?’

‘Oh no, aliens wouldn’t come here…
Except maybe to marvel at the
Insanity and hang danger signs.’
Mama bear said.

‘I’ve had enough of you ungrateful
Youngster bears! You’re all a bunch
Of stinking republicans!’
Grandpa bear roared.

‘You just called us Commies!’ Papa
Bear bellowed. ‘Make up your mind
Will ya!’

‘I’m praying. I’m praying.’ Mama
Bear said. ‘That solves everything.
Ignore it and it will go away.
I need more honey and berries.’

‘Don’t sass me!’ Grandpa bear
Bellowed. You stole my fish
And hid it, didn’t you? You
Rotten republican commie bastards!’

And Papa bear stared in wonder.
‘I have no idea what he means
Any more. Is it winter yet? I
Really want to sleep now.’

‘You can’t dear,’ Mama bear said.
‘Your favorite show is on at 11.’

‘Oh oh, that’s right.’ Papa bear laughed.
‘I love that guy.’

‘You’re all stupid. ALL of you!’
Grandpa bear roared and swatted, then
Gently scratched himself with a grin,
Then roared again. ‘I’m going out
To sit in the woods! And when I
Get back…(pause)…My fish had
Better be right back here where
I left it…or there’s going to be HELL!’
And at that, Grandpa bear stomped
Out of the cave, aimlessly of

Papa bar immediately roared, ‘Don’t
You Dare! Don’t you dare go and
Shit in the neighbor’s cave again!
You messed up their rock garden
And I had to spend HOURS
Cleaning it up! HOURS! I missed
My favorite show! Do you hear me?!
Do you hear me?!’ And Papa bear
Swung wildly at the air and
Stomped his foot, then ran to
The cave entrance… ‘He’s doing it!’
He roared out to Grandpa bear.
‘You old fool! That’s the Neighbors’
Cave! Don’t you go squatting
There – Don’t you -Don’t Do it!
Bleep bleep f—bleep! He’s doing
It right there! Now I’m going
To have to clean it up, I’m
Going to miss my favorite show!
Damn it!’

‘I’m praying, I’m praying,’ Mama
Bear said. ‘Praying solves everything,
Just ignore it and it goes away.
Pretend pretend…where’s my
Honey and berries?’

Meanwhile, Baby bear sat at
The stream playing with the other
Baby bears of the neighborhood,
Where they all shared some escape
Time from their parents’ rants,
Criticism and analysis of
Current events. And Baby bear
Led them all in one hopeful prayer
To the Great Lord of Bears, and Creator
Of all things… ‘Dear Great Lord of
Bears. Please save us from the dilemmas
Of this world, and the wretchedness
Of our parents’ behavior and intelligence.
Please give us lots of berries, and lots
Of fish. And if the world does end,
Please tell them all to shut up first
So that we can have a moment of peace.
Many thanks, Sincerely, From us Baby Bears.’



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 21JUL2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (21 July 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: 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, 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…3 Blind Mice…

And once again The Sandman came
And said, ‘Listen Up, Kid…Here is
Something you should hear…

There was a house, just an average
Home…it could be anyone’s…
Where a man lived with his family.
It had all the modern conveniences
That people needed…and didn’t,

But this little story is not about
The people that lived in the house
Really, but what lived with them
Quietly and secretly within the
Walls, in the attic, in the basement…
All the places
That the people could not see…
A small family group of Mice.

Now these mice were very hardy
And thrifty, they had to be, as
Living was hard for mice. They hid
And foraged food and stored it
Away in their hiding places. They
Stole little odds and ends they found
That they could use…to stay warm,
To keep them safe, to keep them
Entertained. They were good survivalists,
And typically, very practical.

But as all living things, they had
Different dispositions and personalities…
Some were fun and friendly and
Easy going little mice…and some were
Mean, and bullied the other
Mice, they liked to control things.

One day, 3 of these pushy little
Mice sat by a hole that opened
To the human’s bedroom…And
They watched this big man sitting
At his desk staring at this odd
Glowing box as he tapped on the
Table top in front of him.

‘What’s he doing?’ One angry mouse
Said. ‘I’ve seen him sitting there
A LOT! He never moves…he just
Stares and stares at that glowing box
All the time.’

‘It must be important.’ His bully
Mouse friend said. “I bet he is
Planning to get more traps to kill us!’

‘He thinks he is so smart scheming,’
The third mouse said. ‘We see him,
Oh yes, we do! We see what he is
Doing! We’re not stupid like he

‘We have to watch him then!’ The
Bully mouse said.’ We must watch
And study what is so important
About that box! It must contain
All the secrets of the world!’

So, the 3 mice stayed there, all
Day…and night, until the human
Fell asleep. They watched this
Man for days studying everything
He did…they had to know about
That box. And they groaned and
Grumbled, analyzing everything
And nothing…They never moved,
Like the human. And they ordered
The other mice to feed them because
They were doing important work
After all. Studying this human was
Life or death!
So then one day, one of the mice
That brought them food looked at
Them and said, ‘What are you doing?
All you do is watch him! You never
Do anything! You don’t know what
He is doing, you can’t even read! All
You do is complain and order us

‘Oh, shut up!’ The Angry mouse said.
‘We’ve worked hard enough. We’re
Doing important work, we’re using
Our brains! You’re the stupid ones,
You’ll see…you’ll see how important
Our work is one day!’

‘He is conspiring against us! He
Is evil! All humans are evil! ‘The
Bully mouse said. ‘They just want
To kill us and control everything!
We’ll show them!’

‘You’re just sitting around complaining!
And you’re getting fat! The mouse
That fed them said. ‘You’re making
The rest of us mice miserable!’

‘Listen, you little idiot, you stupid
Little mouse, we are saving mice
Everywhere! The angry mouse shouted.
‘He is plotting night and day
Against us…we know he is, we know,
We know! That’s all they think about
Is us mice!’

‘We are the most important mice
In the world! We’re brilliant! The
Third, now really round mouse said.
‘Besides, we’ve worked hard enough,
We’ve suffered more than any of you!
You stupid ungrateful mice! Now
Go and get us more food and keep
Your stupid mouth shut!’

So, the mouse that fed them rolled
His eyes and scurried away back
To the other mice to get more food.

“What are they doing?’ One quiet
Little mouse asked. “They’re so mean,
They’re meaner than they’ve ever
Been, pushing us around. Why are
They watching that human all the
Time, is he really plotting to kill us
Like they said?’

And the rest of the mice gathered
Around, as the mouse that fed
Them said… ‘Look, they’re just
Being mean and nasty as always,
That’s nothing new. And they’re butts
Are getting so big and fat, soon they’ll
Never squeeze through that hole.
They don’t know anything, they
Can’t read, they can’t even read
Human words…They’re just finding
More reasons to complain and bully
Us around. Stop worrying. Keep
Doing what you always do. If you
See a trap, run away from it…If
You see poisoned or suspicious food, don’t
Eat…If you see their cat, Stay away
From it. Use your common sense. Just
Enjoy not having those bullies chasing
Us…go have fun. Stay away from

‘They are really annoying.’ The quiet
Mouse said. ‘And so big and lazy. I
Swear if that bully mouse eats one
More piece of cheese, his belly is going
To pop! With all those holes
In that swiss cheese, you would think
Some of that would just fart right
Out of his rear end!’

‘Nah, he needs it for all holes
In his head.’ Another mouse said.
‘He is the greatest thinker you
Know!’ And all the mice laughed’
‘I want to go play in the garden!’

‘I want to go steal some cheese and
Eat myself!’ Another mouse said.

‘I want to go steal some more of
That thick cotton padding from his
Wife’s bra!’ Another mouse said.
‘I need it to keep myself warm!
She has enough other padded bras
To keep her chest warm! That
Woman must be freezing to death!’

‘There you go!’ The mouse that fed
Them said. ‘Go do your stuff. Just
Remember, if you see trouble, stay
Away from it. That’s all!’

So, the mice all smiled and scurried
About, and did what they usually
Did. They kept their eyes and ears
Open and they stayed away from
Trouble…And it wasn’t so bad…

But then the day came when the
Mice had enough of the 3 bullies,
So, they packed up their things, some
Food and plenty of padding from
The wife’s bra…and they left
For a quieter place, with no bullies.

A few days later, a scout mouse who
Returned to the house for his toy
Beads…ran up to his friends, and
Told the mouse that fed them…
‘You won’t believe this! Guess what
Happened to those 3 mice?’

‘What happened to them?’ The mouse
That fed them asked, as all the mice
Watched and listened with wide eyes.

‘For all that sitting and staring…
And watching that man…and
Being so smart saying they were
Saving mice everywhere…
The man’s cat snuck up behind
Them while they were arguing
And complaining…AND ATE THEM

And the mice gasped in shock. ‘That’s
Awful! That’s terrible!’

Then the mouse that fed them said…
‘Well, I guess they weren’t as smart
As they said they were…They didn’t
See anything at all…they were blind,
3 blind mice…and they
Argued and complained themselves
To death…’

And The Sandman said… ‘In peace,
Eyes and ears open…When trouble
Comes you’ll know!’