Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Time of the White Buffalo…

*SONG* “You Better Wait” by Steve Perry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNLHxU5n4Sw

To each their own Something is written…
The Time, the Place, the Hour…
And To each are their own answers…
No ONE can answer them all…
But ONE can light a Torch for them to use…

Too Much going on…pressure, urgency…
The Sound of Someone knocking at The Door…
Knock Knock…The Hour Glass, a clock
Tick Tock…By and by, as time goes by
Has it been peaceful?
Lie to me and say it’s been peaceful…
The Truth that enlightenment brings…
Is that in dark times enlightenment
Often bares a brutal flame…
Open eyes and minds see this as
Preparation…

The radiant Light of the Circle…
A familiar voice… “Surprise…”
Varence appears with a serious face
And sharp brow, almost hostile. “There
Has been a change of plans…” He nods
Once and steps forward closer, he’s holding…
Something? “It’s not your fault at all,
Good job…Please, do not think another
Moment or worry about it.”

Ceres steps forward next, her arms folded
Across her chest, she shook back the
Long flowing wave of golden hair over
Her shoulder; she did not seem happy at all.
“The Great Orator has returned once more.
Praise all the eyes and ears out there
For the insanity and grief he brings.
Should I be surprised?”

“But I thought he—“

Varence paused, winced and held up one hand.
He was sharply dressed in a very fresh
Looking white shirt and black pants; new?
“Yes, thank you for noting and
Writing that all so well, Bill…But
Please…let’s be quick and make some…
Re-adjustments. No time to waste.
Yes, I was brought back sooner than
Expected…disappointing, but…here I am
Nonetheless…For the duration of the
Course…While a new Watcher has
Been assigned to the ground.”

“How fortunate I am for such blessings.”
Ceres said sarcastically. “Again I say…
Should I be surprised for the reason?”

He winced again then slowly turned to her.
“Am I never to impress you? Is it possible
Ever at all?”

Her eyes rolled up and lashes fluttered
As she looked around to think playfully.
“You impressed me when you left…Do it
Again and let’s see what happens.”

“Oh that’s funny.” He smirked. “Grant me
Just a little favor will you? The
Tiniest moral support?”

“That would be stealing a lot.” She
Nodded at him. “Just get to the point
Will you.”

He held out two books to show me. “Do
You know what these are?” He moved
A little closer. “You asked a question
Earlier…This is the answer?”

“The Bible…A dictionary?”

“Yes.” He nodded seriously, his expression
Flat. Then held the books close to eye
Them over slowly. “I remember when
These were…composed…So carefully
Rendered…” Then he froze and eyed me,
Then the notebook intensely… “Do I
Make myself clear? Have our stories
Over the years been wasted? Or
Has some fool over analyzed one word
Wrong?”

“Definitely the latter I should say.”
Ceres teased him. “Oh the great mind
Minstrel of words and his high hopes…
His riddles fall on deaf ears sometimes…”

“I did not make a mistake.” He glared
At her, that was a first.

“The pretense of hope that you make
Begs for foolishness, do you know that?”
She asked him coldly. “You beg for
The misunderstanding…for someone to
Challenge you…Because you can never
Say things plainly.”

“I did not think such a blindly stupid
Misunderstanding could be made!”
He shouted.

She waved her finger at me pointing to
The notebook. “Make sure you write
That down…when referring to him…STUPID…
With larger letters that scream it so.”

“Do I have to state it so obvious;
How long have I been here?” He laughed.
“Long before the first written word?”
He laughed even louder. “I have to
Laugh…after everything said and
Done…Only some idiot would sit and
Think I was making up stories.”

She laughed again at him tossing
Back her head. “Oh that is true.”
She pointed at the notebook again.
“Make sure you write that down too…
When referring to him…The IDIOT that
Speaks with riddled words…his mistake
Was the hope of understanding.”

“One thing is clear, this you must
Admit.” He laughed at her. “Now we
Know who has intuition…and who
Has none at all…This has been an
Unexpected moment of truth for us…
A gift.”

“By your games, at his expense.” She
Nodded at me. “Tell me, do you
EVER consider that at all?”

“He knows what’s true…” Varence
Answered her.

“HE knows…” She nodded… “You do not
Share his space or companions…You
Watch, observe and see…but do you
Feel it? No…You laugh at them
When it resounds, bold victories of
What we do. He sleeps…He does not have
Your endurance.”

“One day he will.” He nodded with a smile.

“I will?”

She rolled her eyes at his words. “You
Were not supposed to say that.” She
Shook her head then stared at
The books he held. “So what other
Words lay mysteriously in their
Historical texts? Just words or epic poems?
My name had better not be in there!”

He froze and looked at me…his eyes
Begging for silence.

“What?” She eyed him wickedly
Sideways… “What did you do?”

“I can honestly say that your
Name appears in no ONE place
In their history.”

“Liar.” Ceres growled at him. “You
Are lying it is all over your face!
Of what? What did you do? Of some
Great breast woman of lore or
Some wretched boy scheme
Of yours to play with…Dare to dream
What minds wept from your vulgar
Thinking. Let us bow before Ceres…
The king of fools has concocted some
Epic poem of stupidity for her. I
Could slap you right now to the floor!”

“Enough!” Brishan’s voice thundered
As he rushed into the light. “You!”
He pointed to Varence, “Over there!”
He motioned to the left, “And you,”
To Ceres, “Over there!” He directed
Her away to the right. “Enough of
This…You are wasting time…Your
Point was made…Now MOVE…and
Be silent both of you until I ask
Otherwise…or I will make it clear
What’s next.”

They stepped away and only watched
Then…Their eyes deliberately avoiding
Each other.

Then Brishan took a chair and sat
Down very calmly and looked at me,
Very patient and kind. “How are you?
Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better. I thought you
Said things would get easier…”

“They will, I promise.” Brishan
Said, his strong chiseled face looking
So kind…It was a strange sight
To see such a strong man speak
So carefully. He laughed when I
Wrote that. “I would like you to
Do one thing for me…Just ONE
Thing…”

“What’s that?”

“From now on,” Brishan said carefully
But sternly, “If anyone bothers you
At all…They are OUT…Their
Part with you ends…There is no
Time for distractions or attacks now.
If after all this time they still
Wish to over analyze…Tell them
To search in the mirror…
Everyone has to find their own way…
There are no easy answers…There
Never was, there never will be…
Answers are a process that come
Over time…not overnight.”

“I should love to show them a
Supernatural moment they will
Never forget!” Ceres said angrily.

Brishan held up his hand. “There
Will be no supernatural demonstrations
Right now. Not by your hand or
Ours…If there is to be any it will
Be by the Earth…and that will
Be by nature’s hand, NO other…
If they wish to see that as
Supernatural so be it. This is
Nature’s time…That, and the
Reckless minds trying to control
Things there…That planet is a
MESS…Their minds are like
Volcanoes…They know no difference
Between intuition or imagination…”
He turned kindly to face me
Straight. “That’s how the mind copes…
With imagination…remember that…
Intuition is the unexplained and
Most always tells you what you
Do NOT want to hear…If they are
Diving greedily at easy answers
They are diving at delusions. So
Let them chase that aimlessly…
Because they will spend a lot
Of time running nowhere…The best
Will stand up and see the now
And choose the now…to seize
The moment…They never had to
Wait…Their answers are already
In the mirror right now…When
They are ready to change that…
They will.”

“You are speaking too reasonably
To a sea of chaotic minds.” Ceres
Laughed at him. “They see—“

“Let them see what they want.”
Brishan said to her. “We are sharing
Stories here…they can either use
Them…or not…Free choice…It
Has always been this way.” He
Turned back to me and sighed. “Now
If I may…” He had the Hour
Glass book in his hands. “I believe
We have a little story to tell…
This one shall be a bit brief for
Now…at least I think…” He
Turned to the two of them. “Do you
Wish to listen or argue some more?”

They could not argue with him. Few
Could argue with Brishan.

He turned back to me and focused
Intently… “Now think carefully as
I do this…The book will respond
To you as you have been asking it
Recently…Listen to it…It will be
Different each time…But I do believe
It is telling you and others what
They need right now…And if anyone
Doesn’t like it or wants something
More that’s fine…Maybe it’s time
They look some place else for
An answer they want to hear.”
He opened the book…and the pages
Began to glow…

The Hour Glass…The time lost…
The Prophecy Cave…

Lost days, lost times, lost lives,
Lost hours…so many stories lost
Over time! Where did they go? Why
Has history lost them?

Was only the history of the rich and
Powerful recorded? Only scholars could
Read and write then…were no others
Lives valuable to remember?
Some of the best people had the
Most humble lives…quiet lives lost…

The Prophecy Cave…The cries, the
Towering flame told, foretold stories…
Of today? Of stone cities and
Modern man…versus lost legends…
The White Buffalo…White Oak Woman.
The White Buffalo…That’s a famous
Legend…The Thunderbeasts…
Great herds…The greatest herd that
Roamed the Earth…A thunder stolen
From the Earth? Is that the
Answer? A stolen thunder…
Thor…and the Thunderbird…The
Seven Thunders…The Sounds of Thunder…
Not a quiet time, but a loud one…
Everything is so loud right now…

Show me the Prophecy Cave again…

The Vikings and the natives stood
In shock as they watched the visions from
The flame of the cave…The echoes
Of so many voices and languages crying
Out…in pain…in warnings, to listen…
To be prepared, ancestral voices and those
Yet to come…a time portal?

But as suddenly as the flame had risen
And visions came, they departed…then the
Flame returned to normal and the echoes
Of voices became just the sound of the wind.
What they saw must be impossible! Why?
How? The natives were frozen in terror…
But the Vikings, fearless warriors…had been
Seized with terror and panic. This was the
Land of Thor? These were visions of Hell!

Bulvar raced out of the cave leading
His men ranting and raving. “This land
Is cursed! There is no Asgard here, this
Is not Midgard! This is the Underworld!
Or the land that will be! We will leave
This place so fast now and not look back
On it!”

The Norsemen roared at Bulvar’s words, they
Cheered…They wanted to leave, to go home.
After what they saw and heard from the
Prophecy Cave they wanted to leave right
Away.

The natives could hardly argue…none
Could speak. Standing Bear was frozen…
Eagle Cries was speechless, even One Eye Hawk
Was scared. They had never heard of such
An experience ever from the cave…What
Was going on?

Bulvar stomped about throwing his arms.
“We are leaving. You men hunt the woods
For our food stores now, MOVE! Take
The barrels, fill them with water. Take
Necessary supplies, but take NOTHING other
Than what we need, I want no reminder
Of this place on the boat. The visions were
Enough! I want NOTHING to remind us
Of this place at all! Now go and ready
The boat! We will leave as soon as we
Have what we need.” He turned to Mika,
“You boy…start cleaning our camp and
Loading the boat, get away from these
People. Go! Do as I tell you!”

But Mika only stood shaking as he looked
At Bulvar, his voice…The anger, the rage…
The memories of the journey here…Bulvar was
The monster of the cave…Then suddenly
He bolted into the woods blindly to get
Away as far as possible from him.

“Stupid boy!” Bulvar yelled. “Coward!”

Rogar began to run after him, then
Bulvar grabbed his shoulder. “Let the
Trash go…If that coward wishes to
Stay in this underworld and betray Thor,
Let him stay to rot here. I want no
Cowards on my ship!”

At that the Norsemen agreed. No cowards
On the ship, especially not after that
Cave of visions…They saw nothing good
In the land and moved fast to leave.

But Janson held back as the others
Left…He couldn’t move, but only stared
Off in the direction Mika ran into the
Woods. Danor stopped to turn to him, “What
Are you doing? You are not going after
That boy again now are you? Not after that?”

Janson only silently turned and began
To run after the boy.

Danor shouted angrily after him. “Bulvar
Will never let you on that boat! He will leave
You here man! What are you doing?
Do you hear me? He will leave you here!”

Janson turned back once with a brief
Pause to him. “Go…Go home on the boat.”
Then he resumed running off into the
Woods…

Danor shouted angrily after him. “Are
You mad man? You are staying? He
Will leave you! He will leave you here!”
Danor was so shocked angry that he
Just turned and stomped away, following
The Norsemen. He was furious what his
Friend was doing.

The Indians gathered slowly to quietly
Stare at each other. Their minds were lost
With enormous weight…That cave had shouted
At them all…Those visions were a future
Here? How could they think now…What
Could they do? They had to remember, but
They wanted to forget! If only that cave
Could be forgotten!

Eagle Cries was the first to speak
As he stood close to his friend the
Chief. “At least one good thing…Those
Awful Vikings will leave.”

“What should we say about this to
The others?” One Eye Hawk asked
The chief. “What do we tell them of what
We saw? How can we tell them anything?”

Two Wolves stared at the cave. “We
Should cover this up…mark the
Land…leave it for only the Big Men…
And never come here again.”

“No, we should bring the whole tribe
Together to discuss this!” Stands in
Rivers said. “We have to.”

“What do you want to do?” Eagle Cries
Asked his friend the chief.

But Standing Bear could only stare off
At the woods…to where Mika and
Janson had run off to. His mind
Worked hard. “This isn’t over yet…
Why did he go into the woods? I
Want to know more about these two…”

Mika ran deep into the woods until
He could run no further. He cried and he
Panted. It felt like all the world was
Ending. That cave! Those awful sights
And sounds…And now that boat, Bulvar…
His people were leaving…to go home…A
Place he should have wanted to return to,
But now was more terrified of than ever
Before. He had no home…no past that
Held meaning…no future to hope for.
There was no one. Only visions of Hell…
A strange new land…And painful
Abusive memories that left him
Fractured inside and out…He had no hope,
Nothing…nothing to believe in.

Then a noise of movement broke in the
Woods. It was his friend Talks with His
Hands…A young 11 year old boy came to
Comfort him. But all Mika could do
Was cry. Talks with His Hands asked
Why…But Mika said nothing at all.
He just cried so hard he couldn’t
See at all.

Again, another sound in the woods…Then
Janson trotted up to the boys as
Mika sat himself up against a tree
Crying so hard his face was soaked.
Janson panted then slowed down and
Slowly, carefully knelt before them…
He just shook his head and smiled at
Mika. “You run fast.”

Mika cried and stared up at this man
He could not understand…nor live
Without. He had to admit he was comforted
To see him, but even more terrified not
To. “Are you leaving with the others?”
He cried harder.

Then Janson smiled. “Now how can I
Leave you here all alone?”

Then suddenly the boy found hope
Again and smiled. “Thank you.”
He said crying harder.

Janson only collapsed. “Just no more
Running please. I’m tired.” They laughed.
And then he sat quietly with them
Until Mika had cried it all out.

Hours later, as dusk fell over the
Land Talks with His Hands led his two
Friends back to his people’s camp…And
They were welcomed with smiles, there
Were no cross looks or heavy angry
Stares. It was as if the people knew
These two were different…And it bothered
No one at all.

Talks with His Hands took Mika to
His hut like a brother, where he slept
Like one with his family that night.

Janson smiled as the boys walked away,
Then Standing Bear suddenly came up to him
With his best friend the tribe’s Holy Man.
He stared quietly at Janson, and Janson
Stared quietly back for a while before
Either spoke…Moments of intuitive
Thinking, a wise silence to view…

“Is this boy yours?” Standing Bear finally
Asked.

“No.” Janson simply answered.

“Yet you stay to protect him?” Standing
Bear asked. “Your family?”

“My family is gone.” Janson simply
Answered. “My wife died in childbirth,
With our baby years ago…I have no one.”

“You do have someone.” Standing Bear
Said pointing after the boy. “You watch
Over him…There is something there.”

An awkward pause of silence before
Janson confessed. “I promised I would.”

Standing Bear nodded with a smile at
Him, and so did Eagle Cries…They
Seemed very pleased to hear this.
“You have a guiding spirit.” Eagle Cries
Said with a grin and a nod. “You have
A powerful guiding spirit.”

“I do?” Janson asked. “Why? I don’t
Even know why I am doing this. I
Have no idea what I am doing.”

Standing Bear looked heavily into
Janson’s eyes. “You know what you
Are doing. Your spirit knows what
You are doing, whether you know it or
Not…That is why you have a powerful
Guiding spirit.”

“You will find many answers this way.”
Eagle Cries said.

“I will?” Janson asked.

“When a spirit guides you to do things
You do not understand, that you can
Not understand…It is telling you
More than you know.”

Janson fought silently to think on
Their words but couldn’t say anything.

“You will find more answers than
Anyone this way.” Eagle Cries said. “It
Is pure. It is good. And it is good to see.
I like this in you. You are a good
Man.”

“And you are welcome here with us.”
Standing Bear said. He patted him
On the shoulder. “Tonight…we will be
Gathering all the people to discuss
The Prophecy Cave…Please join us
With the boy, Bird Man.”

“What did you call me?” Janson asked.

“That is your name.” Standing Bear said
Pointing at how the birds soar above
When Janson appears. He explained
This is how they name people…By the
Signs that appear around them.

That night the tribe gathered, and
Standing Bear gave a compelling
Speech about the Prophecy
Cave…And of how the Vikings would
Be leaving; that went over very well!
He and each of the elders that
Witnessed the powerful visions of the
Cave took equal turns
And time explaining, even White Oak
Woman spoke. For among their
People the more news they shared
Bought greater wisdom; especially
If they witnessed the same thing…

They told the people of the visions
Of the stone cities that rose and
Covered the land…Of the many colored
Faces and different voices that spoke…
Of the warnings…Of the floods
And fires…

And of the animals…

The Thunderbird soaring high over
A sandy rock land…Warning
Of an angry land…The Southwest…

Of the Thunderbeasts that roamed
The land and vanished…
The sound of their thunder stolen…
The spirit of the land, of nature
Being abused and stolen…
And an angry White Buffalo warning
This…That was a sign of the Thunders…
Of the White Buffalo…
A time of great noise and chaos
Covering the land…A time of thunder…

That was the warning of the White
Buffalo…of what was taken from
The Earth…Would be taken back.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=77803

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 24JUN2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (24  June 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Prophecy Cave…

*SONG* “Last Note of Freedom” by David Coverdale
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i-pDLhrzdc

A messenger is sent with ONE purpose…
To deliver a message…
For the last time I say this…for the Men in Black!
The mission…deliver the message
So that they can judge how the message
Is received…and how they treat the messenger…
The messenger says nothing more
Then they are told…
This will tell them everything they need
To know…Rip it apart, dissect it,
Over analyze it…take it however you
Wish…They hear it all.

The Circle of Light…shimmers…
They’re sitting in chairs waiting, Ceres
On the right, smiling…rather mysteriously
This time. Valerius on the left, bright eyed and
Calm. He is the most innocent looking of the
Watchers I have ever seen yet! He’s holding the
Book somewhat anxiously, watching Ceres
As though he is waiting for her direction.

“You started the Mission Protocol from the
Great Hall?” She asks me.

“Yes, but how did you know that?”

“When you’re not here,” Ceres said pointing
To the notebook, “We discuss everything now.
There is someone for every task.”

“I thought I was to continue with the story?”

“You will,” Ceres said kindly…her
Smile becoming sharp like her eyes. “But
We have an adjustment to make…”

“What does that mean?”

“Recite Protocol Two.” Ceres said calmly. “My
Sister said it was put within you…you will
Know what that means…then we can proceed.”

“You want me to write that down?”

“Yes, please.” She said.

“There are to be no attachments. Nothing
That would render you weak to the Mission…
So that when the time comes…all ties will be
Severed…No questions. No hesitation. You
Will know what to do when, where and how.
No exceptions.”

Ceres nodded. “Thank you. I believe that
Should cover enough for now.” Again
She smiled pleasantly. “Now…” She turned
Towards Valerius.

“Is that wise to do that now?” He asked
Her. “With regards to their aspects of time?”

“Valerius.” She pointed at him. “The rules have
Changed…He is not in charge, this is his
Post. Brishan gave the order, you will follow it.
The positions will change. I am taking a role.
I am not just sitting here, no questions. Your
Job…is the Hour Glass book. So do it.”

“Why does Valerius always hold the book?”

Ceres gave me an awkward look, not mean or
Nasty, just…uneasy.

Valerius laughed. “Because with her knowledge
Of things Heaven only knows what would come out.”

She gave him a very fast stern look and he
Abruptly stopped laughing. “Valerius…begin
With the book…NOW…PLEASE.”

“Wait, I just wanted to ask you one
More thing—“

Before I could finish, Valerius leaned forward
And opened the book…And the open pages
Of the Hour Glass began to glow…

The words assemble in the mind…
Pictures, colors, waves of feelings fill the mind
To find the words. The story comes. It’s like
A forced dream. I understand now, it’s a
Historical piece…The Native American lore,
Lost stories…The Vikings came to America
Long ago, and left…why? They could have
Built a colony, but didn’t…why?

North America was a significant continent…
The Native Americans migrated and settled
Throughout it…Druids came…another lost
Story…Then the Vikings…The Vikings quest
For Thor…Thor exists in both Viking and
Native American legends…The Thunderbird…
Son of Odin…Phoenix Fire…Reborn
From the Ashes…Rebirth…

And now the story images…
For the Next Quest to come to complete
The prophecy…9…White Oak Woman,
Talks with His Hands…The 5…
2 more yet to find…identify…The
Eyes and ears of the readers are too
Unclear…new pathways must find the
Answer. Disconnect their attention to
Defer them to another source…These minds
Are damaged by radio waves. Fitter. Resume
Story…New readers will come…

In the hills by the Great Lake, it was nearly
Autumn. A fresh bright fall season unlike
The world knows now. Colors crisp and vivid,
The tradition of colors to find their peak
When the first frost comes…
The Vikings had taught the natives to build
More fortified huts…They resisted this at
First, their instinct was to migrate south
Before the snows came…But the Vikings don’t
Know this, the Vikings don’t care about snow?
And that’s a clue.

In the chief’s hut, Standing Bear
Had gathered his council for a private
Discussion. There was Eagle Cries, his oldest
And best friend, the Holy Man of the tribe…
One Eye Hawk, the Medicine Man…a rigid,
Mysterious man reflecting the features of
His name. Two Wolves, the eldest and strongest
Warrior…and Stands in Rivers, considered the
Most noble warrior of the tribe…A private
Assembly of 5. Again, another clue.

Standing Bear sat at the head
Of the warm fire pit, with his council
Surrounding it. Warm, yet smoky in the
Cool autumnal air. Herbs and dried plants
Had been tossed in the fire by the Medicine
Man…One Eye Hawk’s contribution, a mild
Stimulant to the smoke; a mild sedative smoke.
The men took in the air, the scent of
The dried weeds burning…it set a daze, a
Numbness about them, yet they thought very
Clear.

Standing Bear turned to his left, where
Eagle Cries sat beside him. He studied his
Wrinkled, aged face and long grayish-white
Hair, the man possessed a powerful quiet strength
Unlike any other; near or far for his day or
This one.

“So tell me, my friend,” Standing Bear asked
Him. “What do you think of these pale men
That have come here…these Vikings?”

Eagle Cries thought for a moment, then turned to
Him slowly and said. “They have to be the
Stupidest men I have ever seen…” The men
All immediately quietly grinned and chuckled.
“They moan and groan and complain
Constantly…They claim to be on a quest to
Find the great warrior Thor…son of their
God? Do all warriors on a quest complain
This much? I am too old for this.”

The Medicine Man laughed then made a serious
Face. “You are too old for this.” One Eye Hawk
Said. “That’s why you think so clear, if you
Were younger you would complain more and
Think less.” He laughed.

“I do not understand the purpose here.”
Two Wolves said, he had long salt and peppery
Hair and was very out spoken. “Why do we
Stay? We could leave while they slept…They
Would never find us…They’re too big and
Clumsy and sleep so loud.”

“They came for a reason.” Stands in Rivers
Said, the calmest of them all. “If we leave,
They will follow. I do not think they are
That dumb…just loud…and big…
And clumsy…Okay dumb a little, but not
So dumb.”

“You give them too much credit!” Two Wolves
Argued. “The big one with orange hair, he
Burps so loud the sky could crack open. Thunder
Spirits would fall from the sky…we would not
Know the difference if they fell or he opened
His mouth.”

“There are things to consider here true.” Standing
Bear said. “Yes, they came for a reason.
But what do we do?”

“We point to the setting sun and say go
Chase your Thor and leave.” Two Wolves
Said pointing his finger sternly.

“No, there’s more than that here.” Standing
Bear said shaking his head. “There must be.”

“What do you suggest?” Eagle Cries asked.

“You are the Holy Man,” Standing Bear
Said gesturing to him wide, “You tell me.”

“You want to reward their craziness
And wildness, their big clumsy heads
With wisdom?” Eagle Cries laughed. “This
I must laugh at. Since when has anyone
Learned this way?”

“But maybe they have to.” Stands in Rivers
Said. “Maybe that’s the lesson here…Maybe
We have to be better here…”

“How?” Two Wolves asked.

“The Prophecy Cave.” Stands in Rivers said.

“That is NOT a place to take them so
Fast…” Eagle Cries said. “The spirits guard
There…The BIG ONES of the woods
Dwell there…They guard the voices inside.
That place is only for…” He paused in
Struggling thoughts. “Emergencies…”

Standing Bear nodded. “The Prophecy Cave…
And its…guards…would truly test them
For what they look for…”

“If it tells them anything at all.” Eagle
Cries said.

“True.” Standing bear said nodding slowly.
“If…it tells them anything…at all.”

So they agreed…at dawn the chief
Would go to the Vikings camp and tell them
They would help them with their quest…
But when the sun rose the skies
Were unusually thick with clouds, the
Colors bursting…more intense. The
Animals, the birds…all of nature was
Anxious and nervous. They saw this as
A sign. Those who read nature see such
Things. A storm was coming.

Standing Bear was uneasy by this so
He asked his council what they thought
This meant. “The skies want to talk…”
One Eye Hawk said mysteriously. “The
Cave will speak to them…”

They were intrigued by this, One Eye Hawk
Was never wrong. And though they should have
Been alarmed by the coming storm they weren’t,
Instead the decision of the Cave held their
Interest foremost.

As they walked slowly to the Vikings’
Camp, Standing Bear kept wondering…what
Would they see? What if there was a purpose
In these men coming here…for his people as well.
So he asked his closest friend, the Holy
Man… “What if this concerns us all?
We should be careful how we do this…”

“What do you want to do?” Eagle Cries
Asked.

“What if we were selective in who we
Take to the cave?” Standing Bear said.
“This affects us too.”

Eagle Cries nodded. “I was thinking this
Also…Not all of them are big and
Dumb…The one with the boy, that watches
Over him…I like him and his friends. Not
The others. I do not like talking to the
Others.”

“I agree with you.” Standing Bear said.

“Maybe if we talk to just those three,” Eagle
Cries said… “This will show us something
Better…” He thought carefully as they
Walked on and neared the camp. “The boy…
The boy must go…And Talks with His
Hands must go…And White Oak Woman.”

Standing Bear was a little surprised.
“White Oak Woman?”

“I think Moon and Rain must go as
Well.” Eagle Cries said. “The more women
That go the better.”

“Interesting.” Standing Bear could only say.
They always did consider their women’s
Opinions carefully…but never with the
Prophecy Cave. Only Medicine Men and
Holy Men had ever gone there before. It
Was such a superstitious place for them…
For generations…It was a large cave
In the hills, very large. Big enough for an
Entire tribe…But no one went there much…
Generations ago, when they were still new
To the land…A tribe had tried taking
Residence in the cave…They never came out…
Only tools, skins, and some totem items were
Left behind…nothing else. His people believed
The cave swallowed them, and their
Spirits still dwell there…It was a cave
Of echoes…and voices, strange whispers
And visions…The big hairy men of the
Woods walked there…Only the bravest ever
Went in or came out…It was a great
Campfire story to scare the children and
Teach caution to the people…

The chief and his council arrived at the
Vikings’ camp…White Oak Woman and Talks
With His Hands were already there, they had
Made friends with the boy and the three
Good men…They greeted each other politely
And explained their suggestion of the
Prophecy Cave to the Vikings’ leader, but
He was too preoccupied with trying to bargain
For some of their women to please his men.
The chief and his men rolled their eyes and
Explained they had not come for that. So
They feigned ignorance and instead
Turned to speak with the wiser Vikings,
Janson and Tovar and the boy…Danor
Was there too, but more so just an ear.

“Prophecy Cave?” Janson asked them.
“What is that?”

White Oak Woman eagerly explained
For them. “It’s a cave north of here…
West…There is another Great Lake
Past it…It’s a place our shamans, Holy Men
And Medicine Men go for vision quests…
But only when there is a problem. Sometimes
A warrior will go there if he is
Desperate and feels he has lost his path.
They have visions there. Our people tell
That long ago a tribe went into the cave
For shelter and never came out…
They believe the cave swallowed them…
That their spirits are trapped in the
Cave…That their voices stay there and
Talk to those that will listen…”

“A haunted cave?” Tovar asked scratching
His dark beard. “Ghosts? That doesn’t
Sound good.”

“It is a…mystic place.” White Oak Woman
Further explained. “People do have visions
There…They hear and see things they
Go there for answers when none can
Be found. There are paintings there on
The walls…very old.” She paused.
“And something else…”

“What?” Janson asked curiously with
A scowl.

“The cave is guarded by the Big Men
Of the Woods.” She reluctantly told them.

“Big men?” Tovar repeated. “Another
Tribe?”

“The Big Hairy Men,” she tried to explain
With gestures, at a loss of knowing
Enough of their words. “Very big. Bigger
Than you…than any of you. They
Have hair all over…You can’t always
See them, but they are there. They
Watch you. They always watch you…
They know wherever you go…Where you
Are…Where you will be…They are a
Part of the woods. They guard the
Cave…They have for a long time.”

The men eyed each other widely.
Their eyes bulged as they questioned
The possibilities…but were afraid to ask
Too fast.

“Monsters?” Mika asked for them all.

“Monsters?” White Oak Woman did
Not know this word…

Mika tried to find the words of theirs he
Had learned to explain… “Like big bad men
That do bad things…Animal-people?”

She frowned trying to understand and
Explain. “Big…yes…bad? They are a
Part of nature…like animals, like men…
Big, strong…bad, no…They can be bad,
They can be angry. If we leave them alone
They leave us alone…I don’t know how to
Say anymore. They are a part of nature.”

Janson looked to Tovar…their eyes silently
Talking. What were they getting themselves
Into? But Mika clung to them eagerly.
“We should go, we should do this! I
Want to see this cave!”

His friend, Talks with His Hands stood
Watching this as White Oak Woman made
The sign language to tell him what they
Were talking about. The boy at once began
To protest, he told them with his hands
That it was dangerous there. A somewhat
Heated debate broke out between Talks with
His Hands, Mika and White Oak Woman as
They silently argued with their hands about
This…Mika really wanted to go…White Oak
Woman was curious…but Talks with
Hands did not.

This all caught the attention of Bulvar and
The other men, as they came over laughing
At the silent hand arguing. “What is this
Now…Is something bothering the little men?”
Bulvar bellowed as the other men just watched
And laughed.

Eagle Cries scowled. “We came to suggest
An idea for you…that might help you find
Your Thor…”

“Find Thor?” Bulvar asked loudly, “Why didn’t
You say so? Let’s hear this now then?”

Eagle Cries began explaining about the
Prophecy Cave, of how it often gave their people
Visions. Then Janson and Tovar added the
Disturbing part about the Big Men, the
Monsters that guarded the cave…

Bulvar immediately jumped at the idea. A
Challenge? Monsters? The men were bored…
They had come to this land on a quest…and
Finally they were being offered a chance at
Some answers. They had all fought many
Battles, seen many lands, survived a
Long trip at sea…They weren’t scared of any
Monsters…Well not really. But Bulvar was
So eager and arrogant that he didn’t care.
He boasted that he wanted to go immediately.

But Standing Bear shook his head. “We have
Only come to tell you about this. Not to go
Right now.”

“Why not?” Bulvar responded loudly scratching
His beard. “Are you scared? Why waste time?”

Standing Bear looked to his men. Eagle Cries
Just shook his head…he did not have to say
How stupid he thought the men were, it was
Written all over his face. One Eye Hawk
Looked at the sky…Thick clouds were rolling
In from the west against the bright early light
Of the morning sun. The sky was exploding
With colors…And the distant echoes of
Thunder were rolling. These were not good
Signs to him, for any of them. Not now, not
Like this…especially with going to the Prophecy Cave?
He pointed to the sky and looked to his men.
“Look at the Sky…the Spirits…”

But Bulvar only grew louder. “What’s the
Problem? Let’s go see this cave…”

“This is not something we do without thinking.”
Standing Bear told him. “We have to plan…
We have to think.”

“You think too much!” Bulvar boasted. “That’s
What you all do…Think too much…”
Silently thinking was something they were all
Used to doing. But these Vikings were so
Ignorant, no one argued. “No, we
Should wait.”

But Bulvar insisted and they began putting
A scout party together immediately.

Standing Bear wanted to wait, but at
This point he had to admit, to be rid of
These Vikings as soon as possible was a
Blessing! So he agreed and sent his two
Oldest warriors back, Two Wolves
And Stands In Rivers, back to his camp
To tell them what was happening…

The Prophecy Cave…

It was about a day’s journey by foot
To the cave…Most of the Vikings went,
While Standing Bear and his friends,
His daughter and Talks with His Hands
Served as their guides…

They camped nearby the cave overnight
So as not to approach it at dark, for fear
Of…The Big Men that guarded the cave.
But it was quiet…too quiet…this time,
For the first time in all they knew…
Nothing unusual happened. They were only
Pelted with a rainstorm and some
Thunder…

By dawn, a clear sky broke…and a new
Day seemed much brighter. Standing Bear and
His elder friends led the Vikings to the
Cave without a problem…
Again no Big Men…no warnings…
In fact, there was little activity of
Anything nearby as is.

Through thick woods they found the
Rolling hill that split and opened to a
Great cave…It was so big, it hardly
Looked mysterious or threatening and
There were no echoes of voices in the wind
Nearby…something was very different…

Standing Bear and One Eye Hawk
Urged caution, but Bulvar wouldn’t listen.
He pushed on and forced them to lead
Them in…Everyone had mixed feelings,
But still there were no strange signs…

A prophecy? In a cave? The idea seemed
Very funny to the Vikings. And so far
They had seen nothing unusual. It really
Appeared that these locals made a
Big idea out of nothing…Most minds
Always think this way…They want a
Big show, they want to be impressed
Constantly…They fail to recognize the
Subtle signs…like the quiet…too quiet…
The lack of animals…or the birds that
Usually sang and filled the forest with
Their song. Big things seldom advertise
Themselves…But the Native Americans
Knew…something that stood the test of
Time spoke for itself…But some people
Never learn.

Eagle Cries and One Eye Hawk took the
Lead into the cave…as the Vikings made
Torches to light their way…Inside they
Found the remnants of the tribal legends…
The aging tools and fur skins of the lost
Tribe…but everything was so old and
Worn it seemed ready to fade away.
It had been many years after all.
Even the paintings on the walls began
To fade…in time…it sure seemed that
It would appear as just an ordinary
Cave in the hills…

But they found the old fire pit of the
Lost tribe and brought wood in to light it.
This brought the darkness to life again.
But there were still no voices…It was
Too quiet.

Bulvar taunted the shadows on the
Walls and got his men to laugh. It
All seemed so funny. It was just a cave!
So they stood a while and waited…
Nothing happened. Then they sat and
Ate and joked and laughed…and
Waited, nothing happened. They grew very
Comfortable…

It was the boys…who noticed first. Talks
With His Hands was showing Mika the old
Cave paintings when they noticed it…
Someone or some THING…had been
Rubbing the paintings off the walls?
Why? The Big Men of the Woods must
Have done it!

But then, it was as though the Vikings’
Laughter and jokes had teased the cave,
And woke something up…A light wind
Howled through the cave, with voices on it.

“Did you hear that?” Janson asked.

Then the fire in the fire pit roared
To a raging wild life…The flames
Grew higher and higher as they heard
The echoes of what sounded like a
Young girl’s voice call out…

The fire grew and grew…too much,
Too fast, it made no sense!

The men gathered round the fire,
The Vikings stepped back…But
Bulvar stepped closer to the flame…
The flame appeared to have a
Funny face glaring at him…Then
There were many faces.

Everyone saw it, it was there…
White Oak Woman stood near, holding
Both boys close to her under each arm…
The voices grew…howls…echoes…
The flames rose higher and higher
A huge raging 10 foot flame…
It was impossible!
Faces filled the flame, of ages old…
But they weren’t tribal faces…
None White Oak Woman knew…
They had many features…of many
Colors…A rainbow tribe…
Calling out in different languages
They didn’t recognize…
English…Cherokee…Latin…
French…Russian…It was as if
Each face spoke a different language…
More and more until they overlapped
Each other…Then they began
Crying in pain…
Then images filled the flames…
Showing them things…of sights
And sounds…A distant past…
A distant future…
The lush green land of America…
Conquered…trampled…
Stripped of so many beautiful
Things…A mighty herd of bison lost…
Thunder-beasts gone…against the face
Of a great white buffalo…
A warning…
Then a mighty thunderbird over
A southwestern sandy landscape…
Arizona…Texas…New Mexico…
The lands would cry…
The people would fight and die there…
Screams of the west…a frontier
Split in two…
The east coast ravaged by stone cities…
By chaos and overcrowding…
Flooding…flooded by people…
Flooded with chaos…then flooded
By water to silence it…
A towering city of stone shaken
With explosions and terror…
Smoke signals…pillars of smoke…
Once, then twice…three times…
Until the third time finally had
The city consumed with smoke…
That’s when the floods came…
The west would be trampled by
People…screaming peace…dying
By corrupt love…sex, drugs and
Rock and roll in other words…but
To their ancient eyes these were
The sights and sounds of hell…
The west the worst of all…
Split by fire…
Shaken by an ANGRY Earth…
Then finally swallowed when
It couldn’t take it anymore…
Voices kept calling this…in many
Languages…telling different terror
Tales of lost lives to come…
Beneath the Thunderbird…
The face of an angry White Buffalo Bull…
These two were warnings…
This was a land that would be plagued
With invaders…cursed with this fate…
Until…the Buffalo would smile
And the Thunderbird would fly
By command to songs sung by a
Sea…Now music inspired by whales…
And stories told a mystery man…
An Age of Air, an Age of Fire…
Of Symbols and Signs and Lines
Like Colors of the Wind…
9 would break the Curse on the Land,
13 would make the Quest…
Nothing could stop it…
9 must break the curse…
How? Who? Why?
The 13 tribes would Find this
Answer when all the Indian Nations
Unite to share their stories by
Campfires…By the Bell…
By the Book…By the Clues
In their hands…their Palms…
The Rainbow Tribe of 13…
For at last then America
Would be the Promised Land…
Trumpets will sound this…
And it will be the last Trumpet
Ever heard around the World…
Because the World is going to Freeze…
To heal…Watch the Birds, the Bees
And the Trees…they know this…
Seasons out of tune will mark it…
Snow in June…
A pillar of Fire in July…
A Frost in August…
And the Songs of September…
Reign of Mother Earth…Reign…
The First event…July…

Valiant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=77324

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 17JUN2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (17  June 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Legends…Talks with His Hands…

*SONG* “Stand Up Before It’s Too Late” by Steve Perry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jh6-YY3_8To

In the dark hours…when the sun has
Set and the natural light has faded…
Even on the crest of the eve of
The Longest Day…To see, you
Must consciously choose to turn a light on…
Only cats and few other gifted animals
Can see in the dark…
Few humans have senses that are gifted…
And sometimes we learn the most…
Especially in dark times…
From those whose senses are impaired.
Because they are gifted with ways most
Take for granted…Remember that…

A shower of golden light…forms the circle…
No hesitant pause, she is there with a
Commanding presence waiting. Fiery ice blue
Eyes…even her long wavy golden hair
Seems ready for a fight…Ceres just
Gave Valerius a brief glance, then turned
To me sharply. “May we continue now?”

“Continue?”

“With the rest of the story.” Valerius replied.

“I can do that?”

“Of course.” Ceres smiled…but it was one of
Her…plotting smiles. “The book responds
To whoever is holding it. And it is clearly
Telling a story…But first,” she held up her
Hand, “I would like to invite my sisters
To hear this…Rana, Vala…” she called to
Them, at which time they suddenly appeared
In the circle eagerly. She again
Turned to me.

“But before we begin,” she leaned over towards
Me, “There is something I have to
Say…” Again that very
Secretive smile…

“Pay close attention…Please…
Climates are a fascinating thing to study…
But even more so are its animals…
Polar bears…Moose…Reindeer…
Foxes, wolves…share one of the largest
Climates in the northern hemisphere…
Killer whales are found in EVERY
Sea.” That smile again. “They are
Very hardy animals…like the brown
And black bears. I give you this as
Just something to consider…Now please,
Continue…”

Valerius at once presented the book…opened it…
And the Hour Glass began to glow…

The morning hours of a long lost day
Where the story returns…
The scene…There is a meadow, alive
With animals…Birds fill the air…
Eagles, Hawks and Ravens…
Bears are active out of the Wood.
The Forest is alive with squeaking and
Chirping noises of all the local creatures…
And a White Stag stands Tall and Fearless
Boldly in the Treeline on the Farside…

A shimmering, mystical light showers
Upon a very strong White Oak Tree.
Beneath it First sat calmly a young
Beautiful copper skinned girl…but she
Was startled and stood while clinging
To the tree when suddenly she was
Struck by the sight of a strange looking
Fur clad man, tall and blond
Watching her.

Now this is not a dream…
This story was given,
By no mistake…Now the Hour Glass
Glows and continues the lost
Story with a band of Vikings…that
At first had been too busy, preoccupied
Chasing a renegade from their camp. He
Stood in shock with the boy Mika
Supporting him…Janson’s back burned from
The stab wound of the knife Rogar
Had stabbed him with. Was his
Mind lost, delusional? The signs filled
The air! The birds! The animals!
“Is that a girl?” He kept mumbling
To Mika, who clung to him to support him
As the noise of the rest of the
Vikings grew closer, until all
Of them filled the forest around
Him…There were so many
Signs all around them it was
Hard to not be mesmerized.

It was the robust Danor who declared,
“Praise Odin…For if this
Is magic…than it surely must be
A sign of the Gods!”

Mika held to him very tight, “What
Is this place?”

Janson couldn’t speak…only stood with
Awe… “I don’t know…”

The Vikings just stared numbly…Their
Warrior spirit had been stolen from
Them somehow. They were utterly
Spellbound. Mika was terrified…and
Yet somehow curious too. He studied the
Girl, who didn’t seem much older than
Him… “She doesn’t seem much older
Than me?”

“Is she a maiden of Valhalla, of
Asgard?” Danor wondered aloud about
The girl. “I’ve never seen such a girl
Before…” For it’s true, in all the lands
They plundered so far, they’d only
Seen skin so fair…none like this. “She
Commands nature.” He said staring at
The birds. Occasionally a hawk or
Raven would dive, and it kept the
Vikings still from moving.

Bulvar, the leader even seemed in fear
Of all of this. “A witch of the gods
Maybe?” No one could argue with him.

Janson thought fast as he and the
Girl locked eyes. She was a mortal
Girl, this he knew somehow…But
Something beyond their power was at
Work here…you could feel it in the air.
The girl seemed too terrified to be from
The gods…Why was she so scared? How
Was this all happening?

Suddenly more of the girl’s people
Began to appear…The noise must have
Gained their attention…As more and
More of these copper skinned people
Appeared to join her…All wore the
Same deer skin garments, they had
Longish hair…They did not appear
To be built like warriors, they seemed
Small compared to Vikings…and yet
They possessed some regalness somehow…

“Can you speak?” Bulvar yelled to them.
“Is this Asgard? We have come from
Far to look for Thor…”

The Tribe of copper skinned natives
Looked about each other with stern faces…
They were concerned but not nervous
And stood strong. Who were these tall
Strangers? They had never seen such a
Tribe…so pale skinned, fair haired…
Those bulking clothes. They all seemed
Built so strong. No one could speak.
But the young White Oak Woman
Found the first nerve to stand in the
Center of her people to study these
Men…For now they knew and recognized
Her as a shaman of the tribe, wise
Beyond her years. She pointed for them
All to look around…to see the sky full
Of birds…to see the animals, how they all
Behaved…this was far from natural…Higher
Forces were at work here.

From the Vikings’ side the warriors forgot
Their reason to chase Janson and the boy,
And could now only stand in wonder
Staring at the natives…Bulvar held the
Voice for the men. “Are you Odin’s people?
Do you hold the gates to Asgard?
To Valhalla?” He called to them. But
None answered. Then he turned to his men.
“They don’t speak our language.”

“But the signs…” Tovar said gesturing
To the sky, to the animals. “The signs
Are all around.”

The men began making faces of confusion
And continued quietly gesturing to each
Other with their hands, pointing, fingers
And hands making shapes to mimic
Things…A habit of warriors, to quietly
Make these silent hand signals to
Communicate with each other without
Talking; a battle tactic.

And the White Oak Woman studied the
Vikings’ behavior carefully this way…
Their body language…She turned to her
Father Standing Bear. “Look at how
They talk, do you see? With their
Hands?” Then the idea struck her…
There was a young boy in the
Village who had been born deaf. The
Tribe had learned to communicate with
The boy as he spoke making
Signs and gestures with his hands…He
Was known as Talks with His Hands.
Maybe he could help them talk to
The strangers? She immediately went
To retrieve him then brought him
To the front of the crowd of her people
Near the Great White Oak Tree.

She urged Talks with His Hands to
Study the strangers…and spoke with him
Using the sign language the tribe developed
With him to explain her thoughts…

This caught the Vikings’ attention.
“What are they doing?” Tovar asked with
A frown as everyone watched the girl with
What appeared to be roughly an 11 year
Old boy as they made this…hand
Language with each other.

“Are they speaking?” Janson asked
Out loud.

“Do they have no voices here?” Bulvar
Bellowed. “What is this place then?”

It was Mika who caught on fast
As they watched the girl and the boy. “I’ve
Seen this before…I had a cousin who was
Deaf that spoke with his hands…” Then
He turned to Janson. “Aren’t there hand
Signals you warriors use in battle to
Communicate this way?”

“They do not appear to be readying
Themselves for battle?” Danor replied.
“What do we make of this?”

Then White Oak Woman took Talks
With His Hands to them…The boy immediately began
Talking to the strangers with his hands…
With this sign language.
On and on this went, and the
Languages that once separated them
Went away. All the simple words came
First, like the elements Earth, Air, Fire
And Water. Very quickly it also
Eased their nerves to speak
This way. This simple
Language broke the barriers and intrigued them.

Suddenly the brutal warriors
Known as Norsemen became quite
Eager students and teachers using this
Language with these natives of the land.
What a strange sight to see. There was
No fighting, no conquest…and no
Name calling…The communication
Was resolved with basic words and
Phrases and there was laughter and
Smiles. All of this came from one
Innocent simple deaf boy…and Mika.

And Janson had quickly pointed out
To his fellow warriors. “Had it not been
For this boy, they would have never
Made this peaceful exchange.” A
Truly new concept for the Vikings, who
Had never known patience at all…
The complaints vanished, and instead
Became eager quests to learn more in
This new way…To speak silently
With sign language. To make more
Words, more phrases.

And the natives also responded this way.
Very quickly they began to learn
Each other’s languages of the tongue
This way…peacefully. What a gift it
Became.

The Vikings made a camp in
This meadow…And the Indians
Remained there as well for these
New ‘friends.’ It was a turning
Point for both peoples…and they
Continued to share knowledge.

The Norsemen showed the Indians how
They built things, more sturdy and
Solid to endure the weather. And the
Indians in turn showed the Vikings
How they survived off the land…how
They found sustenance and made
The most of every little thing never
Wasting anything…forever changing
Both of them…
And suddenly the quest for Thor
In fact became an age of discovery.

White Oak Woman and Talks with
His Hands became key role players
Here for the people. She, the kind
And patient voice who charmed them
With her beauty and gentleness…And
He, transformed from awkward
Outcast with no voice became the
Greatest speaker of them all. They
Saw how bright he was, and sharp
To see, to notice things and find ways
To express it and thus find solutions.
They were invaluable. As everyone
Is in some way…when they truly
Find their skill. It may not have
Been what they expected but it
Worked…and it worked peacefully.

Sign language…became a mediator
Of peace in a dark and primitive
Time. If only all people could recognize
Such things so peacefully.

On a quiet evening in Janson’s
Shelter…A tent like structure made
Of wood and woven branches of evergreen
To fight off wind and rain that he
Shared with his friends Danor and Tovar.
Mika came to them as he usually did.
He had become very clingy to Janson
As he acted as his savior and
Protector on the ship from the other
Men. They teased him about it of
Course, but somehow a kind mood
Had settled over the Vikings, one they
Never knew before. Mika went to
Janson’s shelter to sleep…and as
He rested himself close by
Janson watched the boy with
Fascination…Mika was smiling all
The time now, which was so good
To see, he had such a charming smile.

“It’s good to see you this way.” Janson
Said to him.

Mika kept smiling as he laid down
Near him. “I have not felt this
Good in a long time.”

“The journey on the boat was long
And hard.” Janson said with a sigh
As he glanced at the sleepy Danor
And Tovar, listening and watching them.

“Longer than that.” Mika said.

“What do you mean?” Janson asked.

“It was bad at home.” Mika
Explained. “It was worse on the
Boat. But it was bad at home.”

“It’s a hard life…” Janson said…

“That’s not what I mean,” Mika
Slowly replied, reluctant to explain.
“It was just…bad at home.”

Then Janson understood, saw it in
His eyes as his opened wide…This had
Happened to Mika before. Of course
These things weren’t new…Abuse
In various forms was a way of life
For families…each in their own way.
“Others have done this to you?”
Janson asked carefully.

“Yes.” Mika answered simply without
Looking at him.

Then Janson understood…somehow,
Something inside him from some
Mysterious part of him he did not
Know…recognized this in Mika, all
Of it. And he couldn’t speak.

“What is your family name, boy?”
Danor asked him half falling asleep.

“Hollisden.” Mika answered him.

“Your father and his father worked
With metals for many years?” Danor
Asked. “Swordmakers? All metal
Things?”

Mika nodded. “And chains.” He
Said avoiding their eyes. “They made
Many chains.”

“Chains?” Janson asked surprised. But
Of course, that made sense. Still the
Words struck him deep somehow…
Chains…slaves…generations…

The mind wanders…The Hour Glass
Has served its purpose now. The
Light of the book faded, then
Valerius closed it, as he watched
Me. They were all studying me.

“This is too much, my head feels
Like it is splitting open. What point
Exactly are these stories serving?”

“You know why.” Valerius answered
Timidly.

“They were connected before…Mika
And Janson…That’s Hollis and Jansen
From the other story. From the earlier
Stories.”

“Yes.” Ceres nodded, she was as
Fascinated with this information as
I was, as were her sisters.

“Did you know this? Did you
See it?”

“I saw the pattern, yes.” Ceres
Said. “Patterns often repeat themselves.
Especially…until they find their
Resolution.”

“I don’t understand. They were
Together. They came together again?
Hollis was abused again? That’s
Awful, why?”

She nodded once kindly. “You know
Why. That’s the point here. That’s the
Point for them as well. The ones who
Read this.”

“What is?”

“That patterns repeat themselves over
And over through time…” Ceres explained.
“Until they find their peace.”

“But Hollis and Jansen were together
In the beginning…didn’t they have
A happy ending?”

“Obviously not.” Ceres frowned sadly.
“At least it doesn’t appear that
Way…something was left undone…
And so the cycle keeps repeating
Itself…”

“But you’re talking about life times…
Constantly re-occurring traumas? That’s
Agony!”

“It’s horrible, yes it is.” She said.

“My God you have to stop it.”

“Yes, it has to stop.” She said carefully.
“Think about it…write what you
Must, but don’t write everything.”

“So is that the meaning here?” I
Mean ultimately…life times repeating
Patterns…Will people see that
Or understand it?”

Ceres laughed as she looked to her
Sisters. “Understanding is up to
Them.”

“The sign language thing…Is that
The solution then to this problem?”

“I think the book is telling you
How to find peaceful solutions,”
Ceres smiled. “But not necessarily
With sign language. Remember most
People still do not think what they
Are reading here is real at all. For
Them it is some story to analyze…
The point is to make them think.”

“My head feels like it is going
To split open.”

“I know.” She said. “You need to
Slow down. You delivered a wonderful
Message to them…And to us as
Well…We understand it. If they
Don’t that is their problem. That
Solution can help a lot of people…
And inspires ideas in many more.”

“But that really happened? The
Boy, Talks with His Hands? He
Really did that with the Vikings?”

“Yes.” Ceres nodded. “It wouldn’t
Show you otherwise.”

“But who will believe it?”

“Do you believe it?” She asked me.

“I’m sacred to answer that question.”

“I see that. That’s why you need
To slow down.” Ceres said.

“Tell me something to write
Down…to change the subject…to end
On a different note…to give
Me, them, anyone…something
Else to think about.”

“July is coming…” She said.

“What about it?”

“It’s a big turning point for the
Year…so is 2019…so is the
Number 19. That’s a good number
To remember.” She smiled.

That mysterious tone! “Have you
Been talking to Varence, is he hiding
Somewhere watching?”

Ceres laughed loudly. “Varence is a
Watcher. And he is watching something
Good right now.” She smiled softly.
“You need to slow down now…put
The pen down.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=76983

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 10JUN2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (10  June 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Deliverer…Thor…

*SONG* “Carmina Burina” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra

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

The Hour Glass…commands the pen
To move boldly now, no time for talking…
Ceres and Valerius can only watch now
As the pictures and story comes…
The pages of the book glow…write it,
Write it down…

This is the story of the Viking’s quest
To North America, the lost story, the one
Untold…The quest to find their deliverer…Thor…

In the high time of the Norsemen, when
The Vikings ruled the northern seas…
They became fierce warriors and spread their
Seeds across many plundered lands. They
Were fearless and insanely driven…
Isn’t it strange how all hostile invasive forces
Are so insanely driven? Madness, chaos and
Senseless reasoning is always the prelude
To such forces…What drives them?

In the stronghold of the Vikings’ land
There was a time of great stress and worry…
The weather and lands were cruel, crops were
Thin…The people were starving and
Plagued with troubles…so they turned to their
Seers, superstitious witches of age old
Traditions that read runic symbols carved
Into stones and bones…They warned that
The Norsemen would fall to invaders from
The South if they did not strengthen their
Lands, their warriors…They dreamed and
Saw visions…of the great lord Odin sitting
On a marvelous throne…Tall and pale with
A fierce handsome face and the eyes of a god…
He told the witches to send some of their
Mightiest warriors on a quest to find the
Son of the gods, the bearer of thunder
And lightning…Thor…That they must
Sail west, to go in the direction of the setting
Sun as far as they could go…to look, to search
For Thor…

But they had to move quickly before the
Seasons changed again…Time was of the
Essence, lives were short…What choice did
They have?

Chosen by the seers’ visions…13 men were
Picked…13 to stand for the 13 moons, for
The runic wisdom…and measures of the gods
Will…and 13 crystal skulls that haunted
The seers night and days with
Visions and warnings…of a dark tomorrow…
Build a powerful army and make the
Norsemen strong the skulls said to the
Witches…so this they told their people,
And the people listened…

Brahn Snowden, son of the chieftain
Gathered the people to share the news
Of the quest…The command of his
Father…that their people had been given
This warning…to send their best warriors
To seek out the land of Thor…This
Great new excitement…something they had
Long waited for, for it meant if they could
Find Thor, that if he was somewhere
On the world to find…that it meant
A promised land could await them…
The end of their troubles and starvation,
The dawn of a new age…An age of
Deliverance…of heroes, and a safe
Blessed passage to Valhalla for all the
People…So yes, the best and
Mightiest Viking warriors must be sent…

13 to represent them, and 13 to
Attend them…This would mean a
Great strongboat for 26 men must
Be sailed west as soon as possible…
There was no argument or hesitation…
The people built the boat…And the
Best men were chosen by their
Victories and reputations of conquest…

Bulvar, great son of the Horsemen
Was to go and lead them…He held the
Greatest number of victories…and
Fathered the most sons…There was no
Question; virility was a virtue to Vikings…
And with him by name would also
Go…Danor, son of the stone
And metal carver, Ivar, son of the
Highlander chieftain…fiercest and
Renown for his brute strength in
Battle…Janson, the handsome and
Noble warrior, victorious in every battle…
Ragnor the bloody…Tovar, the tower
Of men, Mor…the ox, for he was built
Like one, and the wits of one
Too; big and stupid was always a good
Thing as long as they won…Lars, the
Finest swordsman…and Rogar, the
Savage…great killer of men, and tamer
Of women; his boasts of spreading
Norseman seed in the women of the lands
They ravaged were infamous…He probably
Sired over 100 children in rape across
The north…Thus ensuring Viking blood
Would grow everywhere. Who knows
How many could trace ancestry back
To Rogar…If they’re mindless, savage
And horny well it’s probably thanks to
Him…They were the best of the best
To name…The others just filled the
Boat…But the crew was made,
The ship built and filled with supplies…
To leave by the closest full moon
As told by the witches…

All the people were eager for the quest…
They had to find Thor, they had to
Find the deliverer…for it meant the
Promised land! But on the day
That came to set sail, the men
Grew restless…as they stocked the
Cargo hold with ducks and goats for
Food to feed them…ale to ease their
Nerves at sea, and furs to warm them…
They began to scowl on one thing.
Rogar was of course the first to voice
It to Bulvar, the commander…So
Many men for a journey, no women?
No promise of women to chase on a
Journey that would take who knows how
Long?

“No women or virgins to chase?” Rogar
Bellowed, I’m editing he was much cruder
Than that. “What am I to chase, the
Goats below deck then? Or bend
Over a fool in his sleep?”

All the men laughed. Bulvar slapped him
On the back and grabbed his shoulder.
“Think man…women on a quest this
Long? With your loins? Do we want a
Voyage with babes born on the sea?”
He just laughed loudly and wickedly
Then leaned close to him, “Look there,”
He nodded to the villagers around them…
“Pick a couple of fresh boys to bring…
And we will show them how to become
Men…”

Rogar was confused by this at first, but
Then grinned devilishly at the idea. Ah,
True boys don’t get pregnant…And
What pain isn’t earned to become a
Man…This was a long held tradition
Amongst warriors…during training it
Made them fight harder to become stronger
To avoid being topped by the winner
In battle games…It was a humiliation
Tactic that brutally worked among
The Vikings; and many, many other
Lands as well.

So Rogar went into the crowd and
Declared they needed two young boys,
Teenagers, to go with them to train
As men to aid them and
Serve them. This was a great honor
No one argued. So he picked two
Pretty faced boys…Mika, the
Blacksmith’s son…and Hans, son
Of the goat herder of the east hills…
Two of the best looking boys in
The village. There was applause, the
Boys were eager…It all seemed like
A great honor.

The ship was loaded, the cargo secured…
The men boarded…some went to oars,
To get it moving…And soon they were
Set off to sail the high seas…They
Laughed, they sang, they chanted…
Viking songs…Norsemen ballads, it
Was mostly cursing, songs about sex
And drinking and loose women…Of
Sexual conquests…in other words a
Lot of boasting of things that scarcely
Happened…like beautiful women falling
In love with them…adoring them, chasing
Them. These were fantasies to keep their
Minds busy and optimistic at sea,
They had to keep some delusions…
Typically it fueled their fire to raid
And rape lands…but only a few of
The men were successful at this, like
Rogar. Most were clumsy with women,
They were however extremely excellent
At getting drunk and killing and
Destroying things.

Another observation, they were definitely
Taller than most men of the age…and
Built more strongly. Hard living in the
North made them this way. Most of
Them had either golden blond or orangey-like
Blond hair…A few had brown, like
Tovar, Mor and Rogar…but other
Than that…nothing else to note.
Mor did belch a lot, he really
Was built like an ox.

At first, the days on the seas were
Fairly calm and the mood among
The men was bright. They played
Games on deck throwing stones
And bones…held wrestling matches
To stay fit…Then ate and ate
At dusk and drank ale until they
Passed out…Wherever they happened
To fall was their bed until morning.

By the second week they were far
Out to sea…The songs were more
Boring…The games were growing old.
They were restless usually they would
Have landed somewhere by now
And would have had something to do…
To fight, to steal, to destroy, to chase…
But here far out to sea there was
Nothing. And Bulvar knew there
Had to be something to keep them
Occupied and dreaming. Egos among
Warriors always needed stroking…
So that’s when he began to raise
The gambling odds of the games by
Using their two youngest crewmen
As toys to play with.

Now there were always hazing
Rituals, but never this one-sided.
There was always the chance of
Escape. Here, the boys had none,
And also no idea what being
A Viking warrior meant.

But Bulvar didn’t want to break the
Boys either, he had to make them
Last as long as possible. Who knows
How long the journey could take.
So he offered to the
Two top champions of the games each
Day one of the boys to play with.
Some of the men just laughed…They
Thought it was a joke. But after
Being at sea so long…Each time
Bulvar made the offer, eyes grew
Darker…ideas more wild, until
Eventually they were so bored and
Desperate they seriously began
Fighting for the games.

Janson, Danor and Tovar were
More noble warriors and did not
Take part in this…

It was bad enough that so many of
Them had gone from singing victory
Songs…to constant moaning and
Complaining. When people don’t see the
Results they want immediately, there’s
No reasoning with them…They just get
Louder, nastier, more impatient…Until
Moods just get downright desperate…
And things turn ugly.

So finally it came down to brawls,
Not wrestling…drunken matches. And
When the men played their previous
Playful games of tossing the bones
And stones with jokes and laughter,
Instead it became grunts and growls…
Resentment and dirty looks. The men
All wanted to take their frustrations out
On something…

That first night it seemed far too
Dark…there was no moon, the skies
Were cloudy …And when the games ended
And the mead they rationed was gone…
Tempers flared…Bulvar and Rogar
Had been the champions…and when it
Came time for sleep, each took one of
The 16 year old boys to bed with them…
Bulvar to his private cabin took Mika…
Then Rogar to another private cabin
Took Hans…then the screams began…

The crew grumbled and looked down…
The sounds were terrible, but no one
Complained. Janson took his two friends
Danor and Tovar aside covered
Heavy with bear and wolf skins in the
Bitter cold and stayed on the deck
Above.

“What is going on down there?” The blond
Janson growled to his friends with an
Angry whisper.

“They are making men out of them.”
Danor joked scratching his grayish golden
Beard.

“It never was this way,” Janson said
Biting his teeth, “These are men not
Boys playing games with boys…”

“What are you going to do about it?” Tovar
Laughed. “Have them sail a second ship
To save themselves? I see only the sea…
They will do what they want.”

Janson just stood angrily in the wind
Listening to the awful echoes of the screams.
“I don’t like this. This is not what we
Are.”

“What are we then?” Danor asked. “This
Is a quest, not a pleasure trip…Did
You not see Bulvar’s face? You can’t
Find reason with someone with their
Mind set…if he plans to do it he will.”

The night was long…with painful sounds,
First there were screams and yelling…
And then the crying. It was awful. The
Three friends stayed top deck to sleep
Away from it with the nighthands…But
Janson hardly slept at all.

By morning the crew was groggy with
Hangovers…They turned blind eyes to
The boys, no one would look at them. But
Bulvar and Rogar boasted of the fun
They had to entice laughter
From the other men…And in time
They were all laughing…They were
Norsemen on a quest for Thor, the
Rules were different for them…
They were just excuses to do what
They wanted…anything to get the
Guilt out, guilt was for weak men…

But for some reason there were no
Games that second day…No it took
Time for the dark nature to take
Over, but not long…Within a week
The men started their games again,
First only a few played, then more
And more…

And again at night came the yelling,
The cursing and the screams…Horrible
Abusive sounds that always ended in
Crying…crying that at first hurt the
Men’s ears…then they turned deaf
And decided to hear nothing at all.

It became a true test of their
Nature…For the Norsemen had
Conquered many villages…taken many
Lives…and several of the men had taken
Many women against their will…They
Were dark times without rules…For
War had no rules…they refused to
See right or wrong, it was all a
Matter of want, take, have…
That’s how the beasts are born…

But by that week’s end Janson
Could not take it anymore. He came across
One of the boys at mid-day meal, as
The boys were forced to work and serve them
By day…It was young Mika, he was
Such a good looking boy…how bruised
And beaten. He used to smile all the
Time, but now was too afraid to look at
Him. The boy’s eyes never left the ground.

So Janson ate then turned to his
Friends. “So tell me Danor, how do you
Feel about playing sports today?”

Danor just laughed. “My feet hurt.
I don’t want to play. Besides, I
Don’t want one of the boys.”

“What changed your mind?” Tovar
Asked strangely. “You wish to play now
For them?”

“Bulvar wins all the time.” Janson
Scowled. “And if not him, then Rogar
Or Ragnor…It’s always the same. I’m
Bored. Can you beat them?”

“What for?” Danor grumbled. “Let them
Play. My feet hurt.”

Janson laughed to tease him. “Great baby
Of a man…my feet hurt,” he mocked
Him, “So you can’t best Bulvar then?
Between us both one of us could at
Least.”

“I could lay down that cow of a man
Any time!” Danor was offended. “He’s
As skilled as Mor moving like an ox
And falls like one too.”

“What about you, Tovar?” Janson asked.

“No games for me.” Tovar laughed.
“I would rather drink and sleep on
Deck. I hate the noise…And prefer
The cold to sleep anyway.”

Janson rolled his eyes. “Well I want
To play.” He slapped Danor on the
Chest. “Help me beat Bulvar.”

“My feet hurt.” Danor whined.

“Too old for you old man?” Janson
Laughed. “Old hurting feet?”

“Who’s old?” Danor spat. “Alright
Then, I need my blood to flow…I will
Show you who’s old. Bulvar will eat
The deck when I’m done.”

Janson grinned…He and his friend
Played the games…challenged Bulvar…
And by the end of the day, they won.
Bulvar actually seemed pleased with
This. He wanted to see the men take part.
Then he offered a boy to choose
To Janson and Danor…But Danor
By then was done and only wanted
To sleep. So Janson claimed the prize.
“I will take Mika…”

Bulvar was so happy he offered him
His cabin…Then Janson took the boy
Amidst some calls of taunts and wild
Ideas…went to Bulvar’s cabin and
Shut it tight.

Mika backed away towards the crude
Furskin bed…Nervous, shaking…like
A frightened animal. He started to cry,
Scared of what to expect. “What
Do you want me to do?” He cried.

Janson leaned back hard against the
Door with all his weight. “What do I
Want?” He sighed with relief. “I want
You to lay down, Mika…go to sleep…
And rest…no one is going to touch
You. I’m not going to touch you. I
Want you just to go lay down
And sleep.”

Mika froze and stopped shaking and
Stared at him confused. “What?”

“Go to sleep Mika.” Janson said. “Go
Rest…”

“But where will you sleep?” Mika
Asked in shock.

“Over here on the floor by the door.”
Janson said sliding to sit on the floor
And rest.

“Why?” Mika asked still confused.

“I have my reasons.” Janson said.

“I don’t understand.” Mika swallowed
Unsure. “Is this a game?”

“No.” Janson only said. “Now go to sleep
Mika…go rest. I’m tired.”

“But the others…” Mika said sitting
On the bed as he started to relax…

“Sometimes you have to make choices,”
Janson said, “No matter how hard they
Are…even if everyone is against you…
To do what’s right…Now go to sleep Mika.”

Mika smiled and laid down…
“Your friends?”

“I don’t know if I can do this all the
Time, but I will try.” Janson told him.
“If I can I will. Now go to sleep.
I’m really tired.”

And for the first time the night
Passed quietly…Mika slept, and Janson
Slept…a peace seemed to fill the air.
In the morning Janson woke with a
Shock, Mika as tapping his shoulder awake.
“The day is starting.”

Janson sat up blinking, a blurry
Vision clouding his eyes. “Did you rest?”

“Yes.” Mika told him. “I don’t understand
Why—“

“Good.” Janson yawned standing up and
Stretching. Oh how he ached from sleeping on
The floor. “Another day…”

“But why?” Mika smiled at him…the
First real smile he had seen on his face
In ages… “How do I thank you?”

Janson grinned secretly. “That smile is
Good enough.” He put his arm on his shoulder.
“Now come, don’t tell anyone about this
Understand? I will do my best to keep this
Up…but you have to be strong for me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Mika nodded with a smile.

“And don’t smile to them out there.” Janson
Held up his finger. “Our secret…”

They left the cabin and went above
Deck joining the clumsy waking crew
As they grumbled and complained. They
Really were a ship of whiners for such
Brave Norsemen. Mika went to do his
Chores and duties and Janson joined his
Friends.

Tovar strolled over to him, with an oafish
Yawning Danor belching beside him. “And
How was your night?” He taunted. “Did
You enjoy the boy?”

Janson leaned into him quietly. “I didn’t
Touch him.”

Tovar squinted strangely. “Then why did you—“

“I had enough of this,” Janson said to
Him angrily. “I don’t want them touching
Him.”

Tovar’s eyes widened. So noble. Janson was
Always so noble. He had to admire that, though
He thought it crazy to fool Bulvar. He
Shook his head. “You will have your
Hands full then…”

“What, why?” Janson scowled.

“The other boy,” Tovar whispered, “The
One Rogar’s been taking…Hans. He took his
Life in the night. He had enough…You’re
Going to have your hands full now if you
Plan to protect him with this bunch of
Fools that boy won’t last long.”

Janson’s eyes went wild. What was he going
To do? He promised to protect him. He could
Not break his word. The odds were impossible,
Yet somehow he felt even stronger. “I will…”

“How?” Tovar asked. “You’ve seen that devil
Rogar. You know Bulvar. How?”

“Help me.” Janson urged him. “If you believe
We will find Valhalla…Asgard…To honor
Thor…You will.”

That caught Tovar’s mind fast. Nobility
May have not impressed him much, but
Pleasing the gods did. “I will try…But
You ask a lot…”

“We will do it.” Janson said confidently.
“We—“ he said, though inside he strongly
Said ‘I’, “will do it. I know it.” He
Had to protect Mika…And he would no
Matter what it took…The odds were
Heavily stacked against him…But if
There’s one thing all Vikings held strongly,
It was in pleasing the gods and winning
Favor in their eyes…That was the greatest
Glory to win…if only they knew the
Legend they were on a quest to find…
Perhaps Thor was already on the boat.

The days passed wearily at sea…Bulvar,
With one boy left was forced to hold the
Games to two or three times a week
To make the boy last. As a joke to
Tease the men…he offered the losers
The choice to screw the goats. None
Favored that, but it gave good laughs
To them. There was one occasion when
A drunken Mor did take the offer…
And it set the men in such a roar of
Laughter that it broke the dark mood
Of the ship…He was forever teased after
That…Mor the goat lover…But as dumb
And as big of an ox he was…he could not
Understand why they teased him. It
Was a sober Lars that reminded him,
“You were not supposed to screw the
Goat you idiot. It was a joke!”

But when the games were held, Janson,
Tovar and Danor worked as a team…
Which impressed Bulvar who also saw
Great sense in this…Teams made it more
Interesting…And wore them out even more.
But Bulvar’s teams were drunks and lost
A lot…which left Janson’s group the
Winners most often…

And always Janson took Mika to the
Cabin and told him to sleep in the bed while
He slept pushed against the door
On the floor guarding him, keeping his
Promise. He couldn’t do it all the time…
But most of the time he did…it kept him
Alive at least…And Mika always wondered
And asked him why. But Janson only
Ever answered… “Go rest, go to sleep
Mika…You’re safe tonight.”

Then at last one day a crewman eyeing
The far seas shouted, “Land!”
And then they found Iceland…A
Barren landscape…No trees, no human
Souls…no promised land. Still, they
Left 6 men to scout the land and
Build a post there to mark it for their
Return…to claim the land at least, and
Then they journeyed onward.

Again, long days at sea…full of grumbles,
Groans…complaints, complaints. Faith is
Always tested during the wait…that’s
Why they complain so much. Perhaps that’s
Why the Higher Forces test with wait to
See who complains and betrays their
Natures first…so the gods can see who
They truly are.

And the longer journey, somehow…the
Lazier the men got for the games…which
Made it easier for Janson to win.

But Bulvar would question him, “It’s
Always so quiet in there…Are you a
Man? Make some noise!”

Then Janson would tell him, “I like it
Quiet…I hate the screaming…”

And Ivar would ring in, “Praise Odin
For that! I like it quiet when I
Sleep!”

The men would laugh, then Bulvar
Would dismiss it…So Janson won, and
Won…Tovar was proud, Danor’s pride
Grew, he loved beating Bulvar. Mika was
Safe…and things worked out somehow…

Then again the day came, a crewman
Shouted, “Land!” And yet again they
Found a barren grassy landscape they
Would call Greenland…Again six men
Were left to build a post…and on the
Journey went…

But supplies were growing thin…They
Had drunk all the mead…eaten the
Last of the livestock for food, and started
Fishing…Tempers were short, faith was
Dim and the complaints were constant.
How far were they to go? As they began
To feel more like fishermen than warriors
Again at last another day came…

There was a mist that rolled into a fog…
“Land!” a crewman shouted. But
This time it was different…Through the
Thick wet air they clung to the railing
To see…Trees! They saw trees! At last
Something to explore. Where there were
Trees…that meant there could be other
Things…animals, game for hunting…and
Then possibly people, villages. And
Who knows maybe Asgard…

They guided the ship into what seemed
Like a great bay. The fog lifted and
As daylight came…it stretched on
And on, a waterway, a passage. They
Followed it eagerly scouting both sides
For anything to catch their eyes…
A day inward they went before
Touching ground. One of the men had
Eagerly cried, “Elk!” for that’s what
They called moose…The elk were
Here so far from home? Maybe it
Was Asgard…

They set foot on shore and built camp…
Eager to get off the water, and eager
To celebrate the discovery. They built
A bonfire, they hunted…caught game,
And gorged themselves on rabbit, deer…
And anything with fur that bled. It
Was hard to tell who were the animals.

By nightfall Bulvar was wild, boasting
They had found something magical in
This land…It was in the air, “You can
Feel it!” He cried. It filled him with
Such pride that he declared victory…
Then pointed at the boy and decided
It was time Janson surrender his
Prize to please them…or else.

“Or else what?” Janson argued.

“This is not your choice.” Bulvar
Argued. “The boy is a sacrifice to Odin,
To the land.”

This filled Janson with rage. “He is not
Your prize. He has the right to live as
We do.”

“Janson loves the boy.” Rogar teased.
“All this time at sea has made him
Weak.”

“You are not touching him.” Janson
Yelled over the bonfire. “Get over
Yourselves!”

Then the fearful slip…Tovar broke and
Teased his friend. “He is not in love, he
Only protects the boy from you animals.
He hasn’t touched him. He has fooled
You all.” He laughed.

Bulvar went wild eyed, full of a dark
Spirit, then drew his sword and pointed
It at him. “You deceived me? You made
Me a fool?”

“You don’t fool me!” Janson shouted.
“You are no Norseman Odin would
Prize! You are a wild animal with
A sword…That’s why Odin does not
Reward you!”

“I will kill you!” Bulvar roared. “And
Bend that boy over and split him open
While you watch with your last breath!”

“You’re too big and fat to move
That fast!” Janson yelled at him.
He withdrew his sword, grabbed Mika…
And backed into the woods…

The men were shocked…but loved it. A
Real fight! No games! They cheered and
Roared. But Tovar immediately regretted
His words…And Danor grew angry too,
For at last he confessed he hated
Bulvar. “You big idiot! Leave him alone!
He’s right! There’s no honor in you but
What comes out of your ass!”

A brawl ensued…Janson turned to
Mika, “Run!” He shouted as he
Held his sword at Bulvar, “Run! Go
Into the woods! Go!”

But Mika was terrified…the men were
Charging everywhere surrounding him.
Janson panicked, saw no other option, he
Had to protect him…He kicked the logs
Of the bonfire so that they exploded
And blinded the men…Then grabbed
Mika and ran into the woods…
Never seeing the knife that had
Stabbed him in the back…

Into the night they ran, first fast
And hard…then slower, until Janson
Desperately collapsed…The wound in
His shoulder had weakened him. He
Was out of breath, out of a plan…
In a strange land…it was dark and
Cold, then he passed out.

At dawn he awoke to Mika
Shaking him desperately crying.
“Please don’t leave me. Please don’t
Leave me here all alone.” The words
Snapped him wide awake…no wound
Would stop him or hold him down. They
Heard echoes of the men coming…
What to do?

“We have to go,” Janson struggled to
Stand, but did, and they staggered on…
Mika hold him up… “Where?”

Mika looked around quick then saw
The bird…he pointed, “My father
And uncles always said…FOLLOW
THE RAVEN…ODIN’S BIRD…FOR
IT WILL GUIDE YOU WHERE YOU
NEED TO GO…TO WATER…TO
MANY THINGS…WATCH THE
RAVEN WHEN YOU ARE LOST…”

And so they did…nothing else to do…
They ran, they fumbled…echoes of
The men chasing them, forcing them
Until…

They came to a meadow…And there
Across the meadow was this great
Oak…A great white oak tree…
Shimmering with a light raining down
Upon it…And there beneath, this
Beautiful copper skinned girl with long
Braids dressed in tan buckskin…

Janson fought to see through
Blurry eyes… “Is that a girl?”

Soon the other Vikings emerged
Behind them…and froze still…

The sky was full of birds! Ravens!
Hawks! Eagles! There were animals…
Bears…A white stag in the tree line
On the other side…These signs
Paralyzed them…They had never seen
Such a thing before! And the light
Shimmering down…
Janson gasped… “What is this?”

The Hour Glass closed…

Ceres stood in the light…strong, her
Icy blue eyes on fire. She tossed a
Gold coin before me on the floor…
“They want to know if I’m real?” She
Said. “Mother Bear is angry.”

In other words she’s in the game now…

Valiant
artwork: 13 Crystal Skulls, from the Ancient Prophecies

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=76640

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 3JUN2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (3  June 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Tree of Life…White Oak Woman…

*SONG* “Colors of the Wind” by Judy Kuhn (from “Pocahontas”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pk33dTVHreQ

In a dark age…when all seems lost
You can find all the answers that you need
If you just stand perfectly still…Quietly…
And watch…wait…and listen…
You’ll find no sense in rushing around…
Or demanding instantly.
All things take time…if you give them
A chance. No tree bears fruit overnight
Why should reason?
That’s why patience teaches wisdom.

The Circle of Light shimmered and
Valerius stood waiting, holding the book
The Hour Glass. A simple smile on
His face. He was about to open the
Book when suddenly Camlo, the quiet
One…the seemingly meek agent of
The Watchers raced up beside him…
And Ceres was there with him, looking
Beautiful and shining as always.

“I believe I have something to share
Here,” Camlo offered as he calmly brushed
His blond hair to the right from his face
As he stood rather strongly in his blue
Uniform. “Please, may I offer this
With the book?” he said, “I have never
Shared a story before.”

Valerius looked at Ceres. She nodded with
A mysterious smile as if to say, ‘Trust me.’
So Valerius handed Camlo the book…then
Camlo kindly took it, stepped up to me
And said, “I think this will help you…
Will you please listen?”

I nodded. I couldn’t argue. This whole thing
Was intriguing…
Camlo stood strong, held the book, opened
It in front of me…and the pages began
To glow…Then the story came…

Long ago…when the land was fresh
And new and untamed…the first Americans
Came, the first explorers…And they
Settled the land by dwelling through it…
Not by abusing it or building cities…
But by scouting and following game,
For survival…And for finding further
Expanse for their people…These were
The first people here…These were the
Native Americans.

First and foremost they went east…
And then southwest…then east,
Then south again. All the while
Scattering by family groups and
Clans into different tribes. Tribes that
Became unique as they settled in
Villages or migrating bands throughout
A vast lush continent. But this took
Time…and like all families, although
They started out as one…they split,
Divided and spread…embracing different
Traditions, tastes, rituals and beliefs
That were born from what they
Learned of the land around them.
That is how they learned…from the
Earth, and the spirits that nature
Showed them…in the plants and the
Trees and the animals and the
Seasons…and the elements…earth, wind,
Fire…water…and the weather.

For the wisest, the greatest lessons
Were always learned this way…in every
Race and culture throughout time. Prejudice
Denies this truth, but it’s there. It always
Has been…and as long as human beings
Live on this Earth, it always will be.
The Native Americans simply respected
These honest ways longer than other
Cultures did…

See and sense the distinctions…
The simple honest truth
Of the land…without greed for gold
Or power or slavery…The only savage
Way, was your standard age old
Problem…unto each tribe were born
Beliefs…and everyone always thought
They were right more than any other.

To conquer these flaws will cease to
Divide them, and all of us…The
More things change the more they stay
The same…and until we learn to solve
These problems we must keep telling these
Stories over and over until we learn
From them not to let it happen anymore.

In the ancient tribes of the Native
Americans the most fantastic beliefs
Were born…great wisdom of the land…
Unlike anywhere on Earth…They hold
The key to the greatest solutions on this
Planet…and must be respected this
Way…

There are cures for the boundless things
Within the secret traditions of the
Indian nations…more than they know…
These were gifts given to them by
The stars and the Great Spirit because
They respected the land more than
Others did…

And if they fall or are lost…so are
We all…so you better pay attention.

In the lands and Indian nations of
The Great Lakes came the first…The
First solid traditions, ancient ways,
Lore and ways of learning…And it
Was here long ago that one magic
Secret was given…And will forever
Be…Look, listen…and learn…

There, where the Forests were lush and
The water was fresh, and the animals
Still plenty that the first tribes
Truly learned to listen to nature. But
They were, due to the colder seasonal
Climates of the north still migratory.
Forced to change their hunting and
Dwelling because of the snow…but they
Were bound to learn this way. In one
Family clan a tribe of gatherers…The
People moved along the Appalachian
Mountains following the animals that
Went south…in particular, the birds…It
Was always about the birds.

To watch the skies, where the raven goes
To find treasures…Or where the birds of
Prey follow the wind before storms
Move or the temperature changes…or even
The geese and ducks that simply knew
To fly south before the freeze came
Too cold…The birds always knew these
Things and led the people…Watch the
Birds…They always know where to go…

It was on one migration, as this one
Tribe was moving along the lakes through
The mountains…following the geese…that
They were passing their traditional route
That they settled by the waters of
The Great Lake to camp…Here they
Would dwell for a little while…
Movement was always gradual so
As not to overwork the people…
And to utilize full resources of whatever
Harvest was ripe in that area…
Be it the game, the fruits of berries
Or the native herbs and greenery known
There…

The tribe was lead by Chief Standing
Bear and his wisest council…The Holy
Man, Eagle Cries…and his strongest
Braves Two Wolves and a young man,
Stands in Rivers.
But his wisest council, was his mother…
Wife of the former chief and daughter
Of the greatest Medicine Man they ever
Knew…and she was named Moon and
Rain…

Now Standing Bear had a wife, Running
Deer…and two children, his oldest
And only son, a teenager Laughing Otter…
And his youngest child…a very young girl,
Barely more than a toddler…and she
Was called Two Daughters…because she
Was born from twins, but her sister
Did not survive due to a tragic accident
That occurred during a raid from
A rival tribe one night for food
And medicines they could not find. To
Honor her lost sister’s memory…she
Was then called Two Daughters to honor
The twins birth.

This made Two Daughters very special…
For not only were twins rare…but it
Was to become her nature to be lost this
Way…always suffering the loss of her
Twin…And so she always suffered for
A yearning to fill this loss even at a
Very young age. She was a bright little
Girl, sharp to see and sense and think
Right from the start…But more so she
Was deeply bound to the land to the
Earth…especially to this particular
Camp where they dwelt alongside the
Great Lake…because it was here that
Her twin sister lost her life…and was
Given back to the Earth to find rest
There. That’s why it always remained
A special spot for Chief Standing Bear…
His tribe never ever forgot this
Site to build their tent-like lodgings
Of skins and carefully woven
Branches…In fact it even became
A magical place with the
Reflections of the water of the early
Fall moon and stars…visions often
Came this way.

It was, although sad by broken memories,
A peaceful place…The many children
Played while the men hunted and the
Women cured berries and tanned animal
Hides for use, nothing was ever wasted…

Two Daughters always wandered away
From other children, she always had a
Strong pull to find her own way. The other
Children would laugh and want to
Play…but she always wanted to explore,
To touch and feel and see as much as possible…
And being the wise and protective
Grandmother that she was, Moon
And Rain always followed her. As
The former wife of a chief, and the
Daughter of a Medicine Man she
Knew many things…even more than the
People knew…she knew…

The tribes, all of them, always kept
Their own secrets. It wasn’t just as
A means of survival, but a way
To build and maintain traditions…

Moon and Rain took her special grand-
Daughter, Two Daughters deep into the wild woods
Far from camp to explore hills for any
Special nuts or berries or herbs they
Could find. Quiet by nature, Two Daughters
Would watch her grandmother carefully examine
Things as she told her stories of her youth
And of the tribes…of legends and dreams…
Mostly dreams, dreams were very powerful
Guiding messages to the people…and were
Very educational and entertaining by the light
Of nightly campfire stories…

But as they followed a narrow game trail
Near a grassy meadow…Two Daughters
Saw something which struck her very sad…
A small oak sapling, barely more than a foot
Tall, had been ripped from the ground by
Some animal, a bear most likely foraging
For roots and insects…The poor little
Sapling lay withered and dying
In loosely ravaged soil. She froze at
The sight of it…then knelt softly on her
Knees to hold the tiny lifeless looking infant tree…
She said nothing but only held it carefully
In her hands…her little heart singing a
Song of grief and sympathy that her voice
Could not express.

This caught the immediate attention of
Her grandmother Moon and Rain. Her eyes
Became glassy and warm as it touched her so.
But then…it was like a miracle…the tiny
Tree in her small granddaughter’s hands…
It appeared…to come to life somehow? Then
She watched with awe and wide eyes…as
Two Daughters dug a hole with her bare hands
In the loose soil and replanted the little tree
In the earth…packed the soil around it
Carefully…then found some good-sized stones
To place around the base of the little tree to
Secure it and prevent it from being torn
From the ground again. When she was done
Sat back, then stood and smiled at what
She had done…

Her grandmother immediately came up to her.
“Why did you do that?” she asked with a smile.

“It needed it.” Her granddaughter said
With a tiny voice. “It’s supposed to be
In the ground.”

Moon and Rain couldn’t say anything…Here, for
The very first time she witnessed something
So simple, so extraordinary. It touched
Her heart. “I’m proud” …in all the years of her
Life she had never seen anything so
Remarkable, especially with a child…
It made her cry.

Two Daughters took her grandmother’s hand.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Because I had to.” Her grandmother could
Find no words.

It was the honest and most pure
Thing Moon and Rain had ever seen…
And from a child? “You have an amazing
Gift.” She told her granddaughter.

But Two Daughters only made a confused
Expression then laughed politely. “But I’m
Not special, I didn’t do anything that
Anyone else would have done.”

But that wasn’t true…In fact
Moon and Rain knew more than ever.
“No, you are special.” It struck her
Then what could be. “You know why?”
She took her granddaughter’s hand in
Hers then pointed to her eyes.
“Men see with their eyes…It’s the only
Way they can see…All but a very few
Of them.” Then she knelt beside her
And put her hand in her granddaughter’s
And touched her chest. “We see with out
Hearts. This is the way things are. Men
Never listen…In time you will
Understand what I mean…And until
This changes I fear bad things for
Our people.”

“I will make them see grandmother, I
Will.” Two Daughters smiled.

Little did they know they were both being
Watched…as Chief Standing Bear
And the Holy Man Eagle Cries had
Been watching silently. Moon and Rain
Saw them and was about to speak…
But the Chief held up his hand…He
Had come looking for them both and
By accident… “I was getting worried
About you…when we,” he
Gestured to the Holy Man. “found you
Both here.” He smiled with great pride
And joy at his little daughter. “From this
Day forward…she,” he nodded to his
Daughter grinning as he eyed his Holy
Man… “my little girl will be
Known as White Oak Woman…The
One with the medicine in her
Hands.”

And from that day forward that is
How White Oak Woman was known.
It was to be the beginning of
A lifetime of learning and experiencing
…As the seasons came and
Went and the tribes migrating passage
Took them year by year past the lake…
White Oak Woman always found
The little tree that she healed and
Planted…And would sit for hours
At the tree, then beneath it
As it grew bigger and taller as she did.

She saw the song of nature as she sat
With the tree and listened and watched
And learned its song…by the animals
That came and passed around them…
The deer, the bears…the squirrels and
Rabbits…the foxes, the raccoons…And
The turtles and the frogs…the bugs…
The bees and the birds. All the birds!
The song birds, the hummingbirds, the
Ravens…and all the birds of prey! Oh
How many things she saw and learned
From watching the animals from just sitting
There not moving beside the tree, then
Beneath it…And it became a part of her.

And then there were all the plants, the herbs,
The berries, grass and bushes she saw
Come and go each year as the
Tree grew and grew, like she did as she
Became a beautiful young woman.

Oh, that tree saw so many things for
Something so quiet and simple that
Stood there growing…There was just so
Much to see! How could everyone
Overlook so much from moving
Around…When they could
Learn so much more from just staying
In one place learning to watch things grow.
Maybe someday someone will see that
There is great wisdom there sitting perfectly
Still and quietly learning to watch and
Listen by a tree…with a tree…

It was spirit song that never left her
Wherever she and her people went…She
Saw so much this way, in all things everywhere
And became a teacher for others, but she
Was always learning because things were
Always growing…

Many suns and moons and seasons
Enriched her this way, and so enriched
Her people…Until the time came when
Her father decided it was her time to
Marry…and she would be promised to
His widowed lonesome greatest warrior
Two Wolves…even though she did not
Love him…The heart of love she knew
Remained with her good friend Stands
In Rivers, who shared a similar quiet
Nature spirit like she did. But still it
Wasn’t love, not the kind that would
Fill her heart as she hoped. Maybe
Love was a mystery then as it always
Was…But parents decided what was
Best this way. Because with age doesn’t always
Come wisdom…customs hold people prisoner
This way…

True love is a rare gift…often found only
In dreams. Because dreams are free
And boundless…and keep the spirit free
That’s where the heart sings its strongest…
To feel with it, see with it…the wisest
Know this, and keep faith with it and
Pursue it…

But her parents urged her to marry
Two Wolves…for security…She fought it
As long as she could, praying for the day
To find the right answer…The peace
That would let heart sing. And she
Looked for answers where she always
Did…with her friend and namesake
The White Oak…For whenever her
People returned to the lakeside of the
Tree she felt the strongest.

The birds would sing to her. Voices in the
Wind, the spirit of the woods was strong
There…And the White Oak had grown into
A towering tree over the years, in fact
Bigger and stronger than normal…For it
Had been touched with a special magic…
One sent by a gift by a great unseen
Spirit; or more precisely a secret Watcher
From a distant star that studied nature
To preserve it.

So it was that time of year where
She spent all her time with the White
Oak…either gathering berries or roots or
Herbs from around the tree…or visiting the
Animal friends she made there…or simply
Just sitting beneath the Tree itself talking
To it quietly…looking for the answer to
Her troubles.

But unbeknownst to her, or her people
Something new was in the land…or
Rather new people. For while they
Migrated, visitors had arrived from a
Distant land on the shores to the east
And were exploring inland…Vikings. Men
That were rugged and fierce by nature,
Warriors…armored with metals and cloaked
In furs…They had weapons no one had
Ever seen before…And they were pale of
Skin with bearded faces…with hair unlike
The coppery-red skin natives ever saw…
These white skinned men had golden
Yellow and ruddy hair…And they were
Taller, thicker, massive looking men…
Dead set on exploring new opportunities…

White Oak Woman sensed it…something
New in the air…anxious, nervous…The
Wind blew, and the animals were restless.

Then she saw him standing there…the tall
One…golden haired, watching her through
The trees from across the meadow…with
Echoes of his men behind him, a language
She never heard before…These weren’t
Indians at all, it frightened her.

Now the Vikings had finally discovered
The natives…The first, this small copper-
Skinned woman dressed in deer skin…
Small people were of no match to them,
These men were fearless…They sailed
The oceans and survived hard travels. If
They wanted something they took it. And so
They set their eyes upon her…

But all people, regardless of their color or
Size or disposition, be they warrior or simple
Native…have customs, beliefs…and with them
Superstitions, as strong, if not stronger than
Any religion…

White Oak Woman clung to her tree for
Protection…
Far and away, above…out of reach of all
Eyes and ears…Spirits, as they were sometimes
Known, in pale blue uniforms watched
This fragile meeting…

A normally timid Camlo turned to his
Friend nervously for assistance… “Ceres,
Could you help me for a moment?” No
Need for words or explanation…of course
She agreed…with a somewhat wicked
Smile…

The Vikings came…White Oak Tree Woman
Clung to her spirit tree…then magic
Happened…A shower of sparkling lights
Cascaded down upon the tree, the sight
Paralyzed the Vikings still…

The winds pitched and blew…Flocks of
Ravens came and filled the air and
Trees around…Birds, birds, birds came…
Eagles and hawks cried…
Wolves came and growled and howled…
Mother bears appeared with cubs…
And a White Stag, huge…stood to face
The Vikings from across the meadow.
All the animals! The Vikings had
Never seen such a sight ever! Animals
Ran, they never came out to face them,
Not once, not ever! This wasn’t just
Strange, it scared them…Magic was in
The land…And they were not too ignorant
To ignore it…All the people in those days
Saw these signs as warnings…And it
Held them still and gave them reason
To proceed with caution, so they did.
They did not run, but knelt
And bowed…for fear that Odin was
Watching…

Well, actually it was Apollo…but he
Sometimes used different names when
He intended to send a message…
And a mysterious voice filled the air to the
Men of Vikings… ”Listen and learn from
These people” …And so a gentle meeting
Was made, no fighting…Then the
Animals departed…White Oak Woman
Stood strong to greet them…

A migration of her tribe was halted…
An exchange grew between her tribe
And the Vikings…Where wisdom and
Peace was made beneath a White Oak
Tree…And two completely different
Kinds of people for a time shared the
Land…and over time, stories…
The Indians learned how to stand still
A little longer…And the Vikings learned
To pay attention more…There was
Wisdom here, not war.

There were a few problems, but nothing
Either had ever faced before with their
Own people…

What did occur was a love between
Two foreign people…One White Oak Woman
And the golden-haired Viking…And with
That came visions…that intrigued the
People, warnings of the land…Stone
Cities would fill the future…Invaders
From distant lands would come…and
Keep coming…They were visions of another
Time…The past, where a lost
Civilization fell beneath them…Of
The future…where cities would rise
And repeat the mistakes of the past.

Invaders would come and keep coming…
A new era was coming, and another
One after that. To serve peaceful
Resolution to this meaning…The Vikings
Left…and the tribe stayed to learn
As much as they could by the White
Oak Tree. Secrets must be kept…
Hidden underground…that would be
Lost and found again…

The Native American tribes would be given
Unto each, many secrets to keep…
Awaiting two invasions…one that would
Plague the land and build stone cities…
And one invasion from the land of
Ancient sands of blood that could
Destroy the planet…

Watch and Learn from these lessons.
Ask Questions…for if these
Native tribes vanish from the land…
Secrets will be lost…permanently.
Secrets of salvation…that are necessary.

If you lose one, you may loose them
All…13 tribes…13 crystal skulls…
13 astrological signs…
13 bloodlines…from across the planet…
13 moons…
Chapter 13…
Do you see a pattern here?

Listen to the song again…and look
At the painting…The Good Spirit…
The Bell Tolls…And see if you see
Something new again…and again…
And again…Things repeat themselves…
There are more answers there than you
Know. This…is an Hour Glass.

Valiant

 

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=76184

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 27May2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (27 May 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Messengers…The Bell Tolls…

*SONG* “Bell, Book & Candle” by Eddi Reader

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

The Circle of Light was shimmering
As if to echo some magical moment.

Ceres sat beside me smiling, beaming
With this quiet, friendly glow of comfort
And support…While Valerius held out
The Hour Glass…That book, that mysterious
Magic book…What was it anyhow?

“Use it, Bill.” Valerius only said kindly.
I swear he was the kindest of them
I had met so far. “It’s your turn…
We don’t always have to tell stories.
Sometimes the messages may be brief.
They don’t always have to come in
Lengthy words.”

“If anything,” Ceres said, “hasn’t Varence
Always said how they like to hear
More direct words?” She nodded at the book.
“Use it. Listen to Valerius. Do as he
Says and use it for yourself. You
Are allowed to do that. How long
Have you been doing this now?”

“I’m afraid to ask anything.”

“Then if you’re afraid you definitely
Have to ask it.” Ceres nodded again.
“Fear has held you back too long. Go on,
Ask it. Please?”

Valerius kept nodding and held out the
Book in front of me. He barely gave
Me the chance to think, to gather a
Thought. “Form a question in your mind.
Anything…any doubt you have…
Direction you need…put it out there…”
Then he immediately opened the book…

The book’s pages began to glow…
Words…Feelings…Fragments of thought
And confusion was all that came to
Mind…Yet the book saw through it…
And formed words for me to see…
The answer…The direction to my path…
To anyone’s path…

The Sands of Time move…
Time moves the Hour Glass…
All these words find purpose for
Those that need…to look, to see…
To remember. Remembering is good…
The right memory at the right time
Can answer many questions…

The Bell Tolls…were the first stories
That were shared. First stories never lose
Their meaning or power. In fact you
Will find many strengths there…And many
Answers to current and future problems…
Then it was a riddle…
Riddles in stories that will forever hold
Impact…They were meant to read over
And over again. You may find
Surprising answers there once again…
A deliberate mistake or debate for a
Future date…Time and time again…
How long did you hear the Bells?
Every October the Bells Tolled…
A haunting memory until you finally
Wrote them down. Read them again
And see what happens…

The Mother Bears that hid their babies
In caves…
The Ghosts…The Dark Kind…
The Star Pilgrims…The Great Hall?
You will find yourself there over and
Over again when you are lost…
It was a difficult message to deliver…
Impossible to write…
Many tried to stop you…
Many embraced the stories and found
Comfort and answers there…
And yet there are many more still to find
The same answers…Never mind the obstacles…
Ignore those who say it can’t be done.
These words were written to share…

Now they exist in a book…Ask others
To share them, let them point out
What comfort they found.
These are voices that need to be heard.
There are voices that need to be remembered.

One day they will be campfire stories…
As will many more.

Now it’s your turn…Ask them to tell
Others about the Bell Tolls. If they
Can’t buy them then ask them to go to
All the libraries in the world to carry
Them…The printed words will survive
Longer than the digital.

Once again…The Bell Tolls…
For the Hour Glass…That is its
Time now before things press forward.
Let them debate and wonder.
There are many answers there…for today,
Tomorrow…and a thousand years from
Now…You’ve done this work for years…
Now ask for help to get it on
Bookshelves…As it becomes part of
The Hour Glass now…

Answers will be found there
With the stories, the songs…the
Names…time and time again…
Watch and see…what power
The Bell Tolls has…

Just say it simply…and others will find
They have a voice there too…Then sign
Off and go to sleep and rest…
We will have more stories next time.

Please, I would appreciate it…
For all those who have enjoyed these
Stories. I’ve tried not to ask for too
Much. And I hope these stories have
Helped you too. It’s truly been my
Pleasure sharing them with you. Could
You please help me share it with
The rest of the world now too?

Thank you and good night.

Valiant

PS: The Bell Tolls, by Valiant (William J Griffith),
was finally published and released by Amazon.com a few days ago.
As a Book and an eBook!
For your collection…for sharing.

*Rumor Mill News is acknowledged in the book for giving ‘voice’ to these writings. Valiant is grateful for this opportunity!

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=75651

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 20May2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (20 May 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Earth Adam…Earth Eve…

*SONG* “Sarah” by Starship
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32ScTb6_KHg

There are people that say that this
Is an age without reason…
Quite the contrary, there is reason.
The one thing that is clear is that things
Were divided long ago…The only thing
More apparent is that true colors
Are shining now…
The masks are coming off, the secrets
Are coming out…and the justice will
Be found for those brave enough
To admit what they believe and dream for…
And are willing to work for it.

Shower down like rain, a rain of light
The circle forms and there they are at once
Again…The Beautiful Ceres,
I apologize, I have to state she is a vision
Every time, because every time I see her
Feels like the very first time…and it’s
Stunning, mind boggling.
And alongside her, the handsome young
Valerius…who seems very much like a
Polite version of Varence.

“Now that’s an observation I never thought
Words for.” Ceres laughed at my description
As she sat down and smiled beside me.
“Somewhat bold yet kind words for…him.”

Then Valerius sat beside me, on my left, as
Before…holding THAT book. He smiled. “And
To be kind,” he said adding to my words.
“If you are going to believe in a dream
And chase it, work for it…be kind. Kindness
Is very important.”

Ceres’ smile became a bit sly as she gently
Brushed her golden hair over her shoulder. “He
Is very young. Yes, kindness is very
Important…But there is one thing you
Must also remember…Don’t exhaust yourself
With kindness to the point that you
Can’t chase your dream at all.” She
Paused for a moment to find the words.
“Be kind, but keep going…or that
Kindness will become a trap that others
Will take advantage of.”

“So, you’re saying don’t waste your time
Being too kind?” Valerius asked her
Curiously.

“No,” Ceres said. “I’m saying be kind, but
Keep going. This is about a mission, Valerius.
Not a school for every little thing…Remember
These stories serve a purpose…The book
Knows the timing and the reason…”

“It is interesting.” Valerius said to me. “This
IS my very first assignment.”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked them…
“For a first job…you come here?”

“It is part of the…process.” Ceres explained.
“How Valerius reacts to this…There is great
Truth to be found in the wisdom of
Innocence…remember that.”

“Alright…”

She nodded and pointed to the book, the Hour
Glass, “Valerius, begin…show him. Please,
Show him now.”

Her words and tone were like ethereal
Commandments. At once Valerius
Did as she instructed, held out the book
Before me…us…And before I could wonder
Silently…the pages were glowing, and
Images…pictures, words…
And feelings poured through.

Here the story came alive…Once again
To a familiar tale…one seen long ago
When the men of the Adam ship collided
With the women of the Eve ship…And
Their first meeting became a battle
In space and a teen-like romance of first-time
Love on the surface…
For the men had never seen women
Before, and likewise the women never
Had seen men…It was a destined
Meeting of a natural bond between the
Sexes re-forming between two slave ships
Of single sex environments…Where humans
Had become genetically bred tools…
Programmed with knowledge, ethics,
Misconceptions and prejudices…

For long ago in its natural state in
A distant part of the universe…The
Human being was once a free soul…
Whose nature was one of loving kindness,
Sensitivity, ingenuity and clairvoyance…
But tragedy conquered the old homeworlds
Of humans by a Dark Empire…enslaving
Some to be pawns peddling the farming
Of scattered viable planets across the
Universe…While the remaining free humans
Fled and colonized a new homeland star
System…echoing a magical epic legend
Of 7 sisters and a mighty king…
But it was here upon the unlikely
Ground of a Terra farmed planet that
Adams and Eves were to reclaim
A momentary taste of freedom to build
A world of chance…

But this was written in the stars, this
Tale of Adam and Eve…That the tragedy
That so many races suffered could challenge
Fate…challenge the Dark Forces…by
Creating something new…A child race that
Might one day conquer their conquerors…
If only ears would listen and eyes
Would see…and some would learn by past
Mistakes not to let history repeat itself…
Bet this is a gamble still being
Played…But perhaps with these stories
The right ones will rise to reclaim
Birthright by solving ancient riddles…

The Hour Glass commands the pen and
Harnesses the mind to work this way…
Paint the pictures and song of the lost
Spirit with words and tell it…Now is the time…

Recall the tales of the Adam ship…
The bonds of friendship and love found
Among the men Hollis and Jansen, Jonath
And Janeth…but remember the corruption
That came with the Adams…all blessings
Carry curses too…

And recall the tale of the Eves…by
The women Sara and Nira and the bonds
They found with these men…This is their
Story of the first men and women of
Earth…One family group of many
Forged in the Ancient Eden Earth…

Dismiss the doubts and questions to embrace
The story to feel it…or the meaning
Will be lost. The purpose of the Hour Glass
Weaves the tales in motion for a reason…
See the story and climb the path
With words to see the light at the end…

The Adams and Eves had forged small
Tent villages across a fertile shore…
By a sea now known as the Mediterranean.
There was much dismay in those first
Days when women found men again…

The first Eves were strong women, of
Great strength in mind, body and spirit.
They were not weak women, they were
Wonder women…Far stronger than they
Looked. While they were fair and beautiful
And dark of skin, they were quite
Physically stronger than the men. They
Were designed this way as prime stock for
Producing the finest embryos…

The men were designed also to be of
Prime form. Tall, blond, fit and versatile…
But intensely programmed in their nature
To be fixed thinkers…obedient, loyal, loyal
To duty…but savage with desire. For
Desire keeps the heart burning intensely
Alive…And the greatest secret unknown
To the Adams was that these men were
Designed to be studied for the energies
Their passions produced chemically
Within their minds and bodies…You see
The men were not only Adams that
Harvested fuel from planets for the
Masters…But the Adams were bred to be
Fuel themselves. The larger brains of
The men produced a rare supernatural
Fuel source of hormones unknown to them
Which is why they never questioned their
Lifestyles or controlled termination…

The men were in all aspects fuel…And
The women were in all aspects…
Bred to create new forms of life…These
Two secret dynamics would serve as the
Foundation for a very rare new world…
Learn from this and grow with it.

Build this picture in your mind. Feel
The words, don’t read them. Jansen’s and
Sara’s attraction brought this unit of
Adams and Eves together…as it did in
Many other group types…But in the
Beginning, not at first, it was not simply
Man and woman. They didn’t know
Each other…It was programmed in their
Primal core of instincts to be wary of
The opposite sex…The attractions were
Primarily emotional at first, the physical
Came second…Exploration of these feelings
Led to the exploration of each other,
And then by accident copulation…over
And over again with the Adams and Eves.

But for some the old ways could not be
Swayed, could not be broken. Some men
Never trusted women, and likewise some
Women never trusted men…and so, loyal
Pair bondings took time to create.

As with Hollis, he only knew love for his
Jansen…Perhaps a lifetime of pain and
Struggle trapped him this way…or set him
Free…for as the universe says, the
Suffering of the heart unto each is its
Own mystery…There is no reason to a
Troubled heart, only that it aches and
Yearns for its cure. Passion fuels its
Fire to keep it alive…But love is the
Poison that dwells there…for love is like
A poison and the only cure…So when
The heart that knows no reason
But the poison finds its cure, it never
Lets it go…The cure is true love,
A soul dance unlike any other. And
When this rare gift is found it never
Forgets and never lets it go…

The love song of the soul always
Repeats itself over and over throughout
Time, throughout lifetimes…throughout
The universe. Your true love never forgets
You. Remember that. And it’s important
To believe that…Because faith and
Belief is a powerful magnet for the lock
To find its lost key…

Again, paint the picture in the mind…
Keep it clean and bright…Feel the
Words…

Hollis and Jansen made this tent
A home with Sara and her Nira…
But lifelong bonds of friendship kept
Jonath and Janeth with them too…
It was quite a large bed…that two
Couples shared as Jonath and Janeth
Slept apart from them…nearby.
Until the day came that Nira was
Lured by curiosity to lay with Jonath
And Janeth then…

This was not at all a carnal den of
Pleasures…It was more like friends
Simply sleeping together, nothing more.

In the beginning this is how it was
With relationships and family units…
Monogamy of pairs came much later,
Save for those rare couples of true love…

But it is here where the story needs to
Be told of how Adam and Eve found
Its first union in Jansen and Sara…
The purpose in telling this will become
Clear later…

It was on a clear and starry night that
There was trouble finding rest in
This tent…Sara was sick with some
Strange illness that kept everyone
Awake…

Hollis had become very quiet in the
First days in their new home…and would
Often sit and stare up and into the stars
Until his mind found no other peace but
To sleep…This new life was hard on him…
And after a wild and reckless life
He found no greater peace
Then being with Jansen…But Jansen
Was torn by this strange powerful
Bond to Sara…so the group
Compromised by living as a group together,
None could be without the other…

Hollis stood outside the tent in his shorts
Staring at the stars…The cool breeze
Of a tropical night soothing his nerves…

Then Jansen went looking for him and
Found him there… “Are you alright?” He
Asked, joining his side as he folded his arms
Across his bare chest in the breeze…They
Still dressed as they always did, their
Uniform shorts for bed; some habits
Never change. “You’re out here alone
Again?”

“I’m fine.” Hollis smiled. “How is Sara?”

Jansen could sense the slight coldness
In his voice when Hollis said her name,
But he ignored it…He knew her name
Hurt him, he hated it but couldn’t fight.
All of these powerful attractions were
So new… “Nira is still with her. She is
Examining her. They are afraid she may
Have the fever some of the others had
From this new world.”

“Will she be alright?” Hollis asked a bit
Numb. He forced himself to care.

“I hope so.” Jansen said. “I am worried
For her…She’s afraid.”

“The Eves are strong.” Hollis sighed. “Far
Stronger than us. I am sure she will
Recover…And they still have this equipment—“

“She bothers you that much?” Jansen
Asked looking down. “You know I don’t
Want to hurt you…but—“

“I understand.” Hollis said. “Believe me
I have no right to make demands…not after
The things I did…to have you with me
Is all that matters. I won’t lose you.”

“You endure all this…for me?” Jansen
Asked. “No matter how you feel…You
Can talk to me, you know you can tell
Me anything. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You aren’t hurting me. I see how you
Feel, it’s in your face, in your eyes.” Hollis
Said looking around. “It’s this place…
This strange new world. I won’t lie
And say I wish we never found it…
That it could be just you and me…
But then life on that ship wasn’t
Living…” He gestured to the open air,
To the greenery and scenery, “Maybe
This is how it was meant to be…
Where we came from long ago…men,
Women…They must have lived this
Way together…Yet I can’t help feeling
What I feel.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jansen
Said heavily, his emotions were tearing
Him apart…his powerful devotion and
Love for Hollis…matched with this powerful
New love and need for Sara. “I don’t
Know what to do…”

Hollis put his arm around him. “Look
At me,” he said waiting for Jansen
To look into his eyes. “As long as I’m
With you…I’m happy…I am.”

“I won’t ever leave you.” Jansen cried.
“I won’t.”

Hollis held him tighter. “Then I’m happy.”

This was a strange new life style
For all of them. In every tent there
Were similar dramas…men and women
Finding and fighting new attractions…
It was a powerful lesson to learn…
There are no rules or limits with
Attractions…There was however one
Universal law with love, the
Greatest power was always found
And held between two…

The meaning here is simple…Confusion
In these matters has been a part
Of the Adams and Eves since the
Beginning…When the trouble brews
Of indecision, consider where love
Dwells the strongest…Or both
Will destroy and consume you.

Hollis wanted to confess more of his
Deepest feelings to his beloved partner,
But before he could Nira was there.

She stepped out of the tent into
The night air looking pale, in shock.
She was trying to form words but
Couldn’t…

“Is Sara alright?” Jansen asked her fast.

Hollis studied her weary face. “Is she?”

“I have examined her thoroughly,”
Nira nearly groaned the words.

“And?” Hollis asked.

“All the tests, all the signs say the
Same thing.” Nira explained. “Sara
Is pregnant.”

“What?!” Jansen exclaimed.

“Like the animals we have seen around us…
She shows all the signs…”

“The animals?” Hollis asked confused.

“Yes,” Nira said with wide eyes,
“It’s hard to explain…We, the Eves,
Have never experienced…pregnancy…
We have studied it in animals, but
Never in our bodies before. She is
Definitely pregnant.”

“So she’s not sick,” Jansen said with
Relief, “This isn’t some disease or
Illness.”

“No.” Nira sighed, but still remained
In a state of shock.

“How did this happen?” Jansen asked
Strangely, at which Hollis and Nira
Both looked at him with fascination. “I
Mean I did not realize the Eves
Could get pregnant…like this. We, the
Adams, have never experienced it before either.”

“Well obviously we aren’t much
Different than animals.” Nira explained
With a wave of her hand. “We have
Been sued to artificial reproduction…
This natural method is new for us…
But obviously it can happen.”

Suddenly Janeth stepped outside, he
Was still fully dressed in his old uniform.
He had been up late assisting Nira with
Her examination of Sara’s condition.
His expression was quirky as he looked
At his friend Jansen. “You just had
To be the first to expose us to this, didn’t
You?”

“You mean this is going to happen a
Lot?” Jansen asked without thinking.
He immediately saw the flaw in his
Question.

“Yes, of course it’s going to continue
To happen.” Janeth replied sarcastically
Wiping his eyes. “Are you thinking at all?”

Hollis put his hand on Jansen’s shoulder
Protectively. “Don’t yell at him, Janeth.
He didn’t know.”

“You put men and women together
For the first time, what did you think
Would happen?” Janeth snapped. “Did
You think they would simply point and
Stare and not do anything?”

“This whole process is very naïve.” Nira
Agreed. “No matter what our experiences
Are…This is an adolescent development…
We can expect more pregnancies…”

“How is this going to work?” Jansen
Asked.

“If you are going to continue asking
Dumb questions perhaps we should sterilize
You to avoid further accidents.” Janeth
Snapped. “Sara is going to produce
Offspring.”

“I mean what will it be like?”
Jansen defended. “What is this…pregnancy
Going to be like for her?”

Nira shook her head, considered the data
She and Janeth had been studying.
“Anywhere from 9 to 10 months.”

“And then it will come out?” Jansen
Asked.

Janeth frowned with frustration. “No, it
Will stay inside her like the embryonic
Chambers on the ship for fifteen years.
Yes it will come out! Man, how are you
Able to think?”

Hollis scowled at Janeth. “we are all
Wondering a lot of questions. Will you try
To control yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” Janeth sighed. “This is just
New…I confess I am concerned at the
Data we have been reviewing. Her hormone
Levels are so erratic. And we have
Really nothing to compare it to. We
Don’t know what to expect.”

There was a brief pause as they
Pondered the situation. Then Nira
Kindly nodded to Jansen. “You should
Go and see her. She wants to see you.”

Together they went inside and went
To the bed where they found Sara laying
Neatly stretched on the bed she shared
With Jansen and Hollis…She appeared
Dazed, yet happy…staring blankly
Across the tent. As they surrounded
Her around the bed, she smiled. “Did
They tell you?” She asked staring among
Their confused faces. “I’m pregnant.”

“How do you feel?” Jansen asked her
Carefully as he knelt beside her. He had
Truly developed strong feelings for her
That were powerful, new and indescribable.
“Are you alright?”

“Of course I’m alright.” Sara said
A little sarcastically. “I’m pregnant, not
Dying.”

Her response made him a little uneasy
As they all looked at each other
Curiously.

“But how do you feel?” Jansen asked
Her with concern. “Are you nervous,
Worried?”

Sara scowled. “Should I be? Is there
Something you’re not telling me?”

“No, I was just worried about you.” Jansen
Said. “You’ve been sick, we didn’t know
Why.”

“It’s a pregnancy not a disease.” Sara
Said, then paused. “You think this
Could be dangerous? Is something wrong?
Is that why it made me sick? There is
Something wrong, isn’t there? Is this going
To kill me? Is this pregnancy abnormal?
Is that why I got sick? There’s something
Wrong and you’re not telling me, isn’t
There?” Sara became angry. “Tell me.”

They all froze and eyed each other
Uncomfortably…Her behavior was a
Bit off, Sara was normally very calm
And collected.

Nira and Janeth looked at each other
And then to Hollis and Jansen. “Her
Hormone levels are extreme right now,
We believe this may make her responses
Erratic.”

“She was fine before.” Hollis commented.

“Why are you all looking at me that way?”
Sara insisted. “You’re keeping secrets from me.”

“Everything is fine.” Nira assured her,
Going to sit beside her on the bed. “But
Your hormone levels are elevated.”

“We are all just fascinated and
Confused at the same time.” Janeth told her.
“It’s just new.”

“No, you are acting strangely.”
Sara began to panic. “Something is
Wrong!?”

“No, you are just a little paranoid.” Nira
Assured her again, patting Sara’s hand. “No, that’s
Just new that’s all.”

“What aren’t telling me?” Sara insisted.

“You’re all staring at me.” Sara
Said again.

“With concern.” Nira said.

“Perhaps we should enlist mood
Stabilizers to her…to keep her from
Getting upset.”

Sara eyed Janeth wickedly. “What are
You saying Janeth?” Sara snapped.
“That I’m insane? That I’ve lost my mind?”

“Not at all.” He answered. “But we do not
Know how this will affect your body and mind.”

“I’m fine.” Sara growled then turned to Jansen.
“Are you happy about this? Or do you
Think I’ve lost my mind too?”

“No, I don’t, I don’t think—“ He began to say.

“Sara…” Nira begged. “Please calm
Down.”

“I’m fine. Stop staring at me.
Are you happy now?” She growled at
Janeth. “Look at me.”

“That’s not what I mean?”
Jansen asked, hurt and confused. “I
Would never harm you!”

Then Janeth starting patting him on the back.
“You’ll be fine. She’s fine. It’s alright.”

“Listen to you…” Sara snapped. “You
All sound crazy…” She started waving
Her hands. “Get out, get out now!”
She pointed to the men first, especially
Jansen and Janeth. “Get out! Get out!”

They hung their heads low in defeat
And retreated, quietly and quickly
Disappearing from her sight. But as soon
As they were gone she turned to Nira
Very kindly, even timid…then started to
Cry… “Can you believe this? He left!”
Sara cried to Nira over Jansen. “He left
Me! He must hate me! Am I awful?
Am I ugly? What did I do wrong? Is
He coming back? Is there something
Wrong with me? Tell me!”

Nira patted her on the hand then squeezed
Tight. “You need to calm down…If we’re
Going to get through this…you have to
Listen to me.”

But Sara’s fits only continued to
Worsen as time went on…as her
Friends and now new family grew
Ever more frustrated with the pressure
As they shared in the stress of
Her new pregnancy…Until the men
Literally hid from her and Nira
Became taxed with patience herself.

Then finally the delivery came after
Just over 9 months…A painful
Process that terrified them…It was
A great relief…for them to see the
Healthy happy boy she delivered…
They named him Adam…At which Sara
And the others rejoiced…at seeing him
And said… “At least now the hard
Part is over.”

Oh did they have a lot ahead of them,
As more women became pregnant…
Though each reacted very differently
With symptoms…It was an epic beginning
For the first children…something they never
Knew and would forever learn to
Understand that having a child was
The greatest, laborious job of all…
That never ended…no matter
What age…no matter how old they
Were…A comedy of errors and moods,
That tested the most advanced minds…
It often took nearly a village to
Raise just one small child. A lesson
They would forever keep improving on…

And the book began to stop glowing…
The images and pictures and feelings
Faded…

“That’s it?” I said to them. “That’s
All it’s going to show me?”

“That’s all it feels the need to
Show you.” Ceres answered.

“What are people going to say to
That?” I asked. “I’m not sure I
Even know why it would show me
That now?”

“Obviously it’s something it feels
You need to know…that
Others need to recognize or hear
Now…Things may be starting small
Or mysteriously and new…but
That doesn’t mean they are in
Any way easy or predictable…
That first child was a mystery,
That came with many surprises…
Moods…tests and rewards…to raise something…
Maybe that’s what it’s preparing you
For…Maybe that’s what it’s
Warning you about.”

Valiant Thor

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=75107

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 13May2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (13 May 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Origins…of Adam

*SONG* “Fields of Gold” by Sting

The stars aligned, and voices called from
The stars…calling names through dreams…
The Summons, this is the Hour, this is the Time…
The Hour Glass has formed.
There is no turning back now, only forward.

And the Star Elder’s voice asked one question
In dreams. “Will you open your eyes, or not?”

By his command, and by the Light, the Gift
There is no choice but to follow.
I have no idea what I’m doing. The words
Come and I write them down. Believe it, don’t
Believe it, either way the mind will move
The pen to paper…for these stories to come
Now…For the Hour Glass…
The Box twists and turns full of moving
Lines and lights…and words and feelings
And moving picture images. Movies in the mind.
Write them down and see what they are…

Ready or not…Rainbow beams cascade
Showering down, forming a Golden Circle
Of Light Familiar.

“Hello again.” She says standing there smiling,
An ethereal beauty with long wavy creamy gold
Hair and burning, sparkling ice blue eyes that
Are undeniable. Ceres smiles then sits down
At a chair set waiting. She adjusts her
Flashing red dress, a royal elegant red…then
Tosses her hair over her shoulders. “We will
Start a familiar way this time. But from now
On it will be different, I assure you.” She
Turned to nod for him to come.

A fit perfect looking young man appeared
Fast to sit in the chair beside her; my left.
He had wavy creamy colored hair, very
Pale skin…much like another pale stranger
I knew; Varence, Apollo, you remember.
But this younger looking man was bright
Eyed sincere and innocent looking. “Hello.”
He said as he quickly sat down.

“Bill, this is Valerius.” Ceres said introducing
Him. “He will be our…new assistant narrator.
Don’t worry, he is very well mannered.”

“He looks it.” I had to say.

Valerius smiled humbly. He sat holding THAT
Book. He seemed afraid to open it. “You know
My thoughts as they said you would.” He
Said somewhat shyly.

“It’s the pen and paper, not me.”

“We have to start fast.” Ceres nodded to him.
“Time is precious now. Go on, Valerius. Begin.”

He held the book awkwardly in his lap. “Do
You know what this is? It’s called the
Hour Glass. There aren’t many of them. We
Use them to see…what will be…It’s a
Window through time, it can see anything. But
It only shows you what you need to…No
Matter what you ask.”

“It’s very impartial that way.” Ceres explained.

“A time portal?”

“Well more just a window.” She said. “A
Looking glass.”

“And it can see anything at all?”

“Only what you need to see.” Valerius said,
He had a very calm innocent voice; unlike
Any of the others here. “Sometimes it shows
You words, as it did before…And other times
It literally shows you the actual events…
But when you see it, you feel it as well.
It is very complex, yet clear. When it shows
You a window…It’s not an opinion, it shows
You exactly how it feels.”

“It’s more efficient that way.” Ceres said.

“So, this is something I have to do? What
About free will? What about Destiny?”

“Destiny is not about free will, Bill.” Ceres
Explained kindly, her voice so soft and
Relaxing. “If the stars say you have a
Destiny…It’s meant to be…Fighting it
Will only make your life harder. Destiny
Isn’t about choice…It’s not about what
You want to do…It’s about what you’re
Meant to do. When one accepts this…
The Universe provides the proper support…
Or lack of…until the path is taken right.”

“People won’t like to hear that.”

“What you need to hear isn’t always what
You want either.” Ceres said firmly. “If it
Were that simple there would be paradise
Everywhere…Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Valerius…” Ceres nodded for him to start.

“Before we begin,” Valerius smiled a bit shyly.
“I would just like to say…It’s very nice
To meet you.”

This young guy was far too nice! “It’s nice
To meet you too.”

Valerius hesitated a moment trying to decide
How best to proceed. Then he moved his chair
Closer to me, so close that he could be on
My left. Then Ceres did the same on
My right, and before I knew it we were all
3 sitting side by side…

Valerius held the book in front of me. “Now
This is going to come fast…” He opened it then,
And the inside pages seemed to glow
Like it was alive!
The lines, the lights…a moving, living story
With feelings! And the Hour Glass had
The power over the mind this way.
See, think, feel…Write it down and see what
Comes…This is what needs to be told now.

The light became brighter and brighter…
And now the story…Once again…to a lost age…
Back to a ship journeying deep in space…
The Adam Ship…
An all-purpose drilling and mining ship
For processing fuel for their slavemasters
Of the Dark Empire. A ship of men,
Handsome, perfectly bred blond men of
The conquered human world, the SAVA…
A ship bred specifically to be a single
Sex environment…for maximum work
Performance, for study, research,
And experimentation. It was perfect…
And destined for a perfect, if not
Magical…transfiguring end.

He stood carefully hovering over the
Table covered with seedling flats
Examining very closely the new
Sprouts shooting up from their cubicle
One inch squares. He appeared to be about
35, very fit and handsome of prime age.
He had dirty blond wavy hair and golden
Colored eyes and a chiseled face that had
This kind, handsome quality. He was different
Than the others, but hid it well; or rather his
Friends helped hide it for him. Jansen was
Very, very quiet these days as he adjusted
To his new position in the greenhouses
With his friends…After being moved from
The lower levels where he previously cared
For the marmet livestock…

The marmet pens were a small rabbit-like
Rodent bred at the far lower end of the
Ship. They were bred for meat, protein
Sources for the crew and meat-stock food
For the Lion Men. He had been reprimanded
For growing too attached to the stock and
Sparing some for pets. While this was not
A violation of ship’s law, it had attracted
The attention of bullying senior officers
Who, out of sheer cruelty, fed his pets
To the Lion Men to serve a lesson to
Discipline signs of caring as weakness. It
Was a common practice for senior officers, who
Were older to do this…as a form of
A hazing sport…to crush younger
Crewmen’s weaknesses and simply to keep
Them afraid of command. There was no
Reason to it, just sport.

He was trying to get used to the greenhouses,
At least the air was fresh. But he intensely
Missed his lost little marmet pets. He never
Understood the cruel nature of superior
Officers…So many of their laws seemed
Directed towards intimidation rather than
Justice. “How long do we grow these
Seedlings for again?”

“Six weeks.” His friend beside him said. Janeth
Was extremely work orientated. Very calm,
Very polite…sometimes seeming cold; he wasn’t
Cold it was just his programming. “Six weeks
Then we move them out to larger grow
Flats. Then we start a new crop of seedlings.”

“Exciting. It’s too exciting.” Jansen teased.
“These plants are just too wild.”

“I’m sorry you lost your pets.” Janeth
Said to him, trying to be kind. “But you
Had to know they would do it. They don’t
Want us caring too much about anything.”

“Why?” Jansen asked.

“They must see it as a weakness I
Suppose.” Janeth answered as he leaned
Beside him studying the seedlings. He
Also had similar wavy blond hair,
But his facial features were sharper…
And his eyes were a greener color. All
Of the men were similar, it was their
Personalities which made them unique.

Just then, Jonath entered, another close
Friend of theirs. But Jonath was much
Taller and broadly built. Very unusual
For a member of the science crew. But
His heart was kind…and it was,
Obvious that he cared more for Jansen than
He could admit. “Ah the thrill of
The greenhouse! How interesting…Life will
Never change.”

“Does it have to be that way?” Jansen
Asked his friends, from a deep sincerity
Within himself; all deep feelings
Were suppressed usually, but somehow
Jansen was different. “Can’t you feel it?
There’s something wrong with this life…
It’s changing…”

“You had that dream again.” Janeth
Paused to ask carefully.

“You better be careful,” Jonath
Told him, “If medical personnel hear about
The dreams…”

“I don’t care.” Jansen said.

“Yes, you do.” Janeth said sharply.
“Just be careful.” He patted Jansen’s hand.

“Did you hear?” Jonath interrupted. “They
Discovered a new planet. Rich with
Life…amazing readings heard. It
Should be interesting.”

Janeth grimaced. “And who knows, maybe
Discoveries…Opportunities.”

“Something is going to happen soon,”
Jansen said softly. “You can feel it.”

“You scare me when you talk like that.”
The tall Jonath said. “What are you talking
About?”

“A new planet…?” Jansen wondered aloud.
“I don’t know…something.”

“Would you focus on what you’re doing?” Janeth
Snapped, urging Jansen not to pinch the
Seedlings into the flats so hard. “What has
Gotten into you? It’s those dreams again…
Those drawings…You’ve been this way ever
Since Jeren threw your marmets to
Those Lion Men…And that Light thing…you should
See Chief Medical Officer Abel about this.
Or you’ll be quarantined for reprocessing.”

Jonath frowned at Janeth’s words. “What is
He talking about?” He asked his friend,
They never told him about this. “What
Dreams, what drawings, what Light?
Are you two keeping secrets again?”

“You were busy in the arcade entertaining
Yourself with those lounge boys.” Janeth
Snapped. “We weren’t keeping secrets.”

“It’s nothing.” Jansen shyly said avoiding
Jonath’s stare. “A few weeks ago…I saw
This…Light. And I’ve been having these
Strange dreams about this planet ever
Since.”

“And drawing these strange designs on
Everything.” Janeth laughed.

“How come you never told me this?”
Jonath scowled a bit wounded. “You never
Tell me anything!”

“I do so.” Jansen again shyly said.

“No. No you don’t.” Jonath returned fast.
“I want to know these things. The
Three of us should not have secrets. We’ve
Been friends for years.”

“It’s nothing.” Jansen said shaking his
Head… “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He wiped his hands on some rags then
Turned ready to leave. “The shift is almost
Over. I want to get to the training room
Early so we can go for a swim later
On the Star decks and relax before bed.”
He left quietly then for the monitors
To fill out data cards on the seedling flats.

After he left Jonath turned angrily to
Janeth. “What’s with him?”

Janeth paused. He hated these interruptions
When he was thinking about his work. But
Janeth’s mind was programmed that way…
Highly focused…work, work, work. He looked
Up at Jonath and sighed. “You haven’t
Told him yet, have you?”

Jonath scowled harder. “Told him what?
Answer my questions…What Light? What
Drawings? He never showed me—“

Janeth cut him off. “How you feel about
Him, you big box head.”

But Jonath only played dumb with a
Deep etched frown on his face, his brow.
“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean.” Janeth stared
At him sternly.

“No I don’t.” Jonath said standing there
Crossing and flexing his big arms. “He
Won’t talk to me.”

“Stop talking about yourself so much,” Janeth
Laughed. “Who wants to talk to anyone
Who talks about himself so much…” He
Teased. “Look at me,” he mimicked his
Tall built friend, “I can lift 300 kelos…
I’m so big and strong. I can arm wrestle
A miner…ha, ha, ha.”

“I don’t say that.” Jonath frowned. “I just
Want him to know…”

“What? That you’re a big box head?” Janeth
Laughed.

“He won’t talk to me.” Jonath said looking
Down sadly. “We’re friends…”

Then Janeth frowned. “Who are talking
To, one of the big box head miners?” He
Laughed. “You want more. I know you do.”

Jonath struggled to think to say the words
That Janeth tagged him with. He wasn’t
Fooling them. “No, I—“

“Jonath, you have to tell him.” Janeth
Said staring him straight in the eyes.
“I’ve been watching this for years now.
Tell him…or something is going to happen
To ruin everything.” He wiped his hands
On some rags then gestured for them to
Leave. “Come on let’s go fill out those
Data cards and get to last meal then
Training so we can relax by the pool
Tonight on the Star Deck. If these seedlings
Have to hear anymore of your babbling
They will wither and die.”

“HA!” Jonath laughed with his head down.
Janeth had seen through his biggest
Secret…He had feelings for his friend. Now
He was terrified.

The three of them ate last meal with
The rest of the crew in a tightly packed
Huge dull gray cafeteria looking-like room. It
Was tightly packed with chairs and tables…
And the deafening chatter
And laughter of more crew than they were
Used to…Previously, the three of them
Had been stationed on the far lower
End of the ship attending the marmet pens
And lower greenhouses. But when Jansen
Was reassigned for keeping pets…They all
Petitioned for reassignment. They always
Stuck together these days, for years…ever
Since they became graduate science crew.
Friends did this on the Adam ship
As a sort of means of keeping family
Units…or else it was very lonely.

But they were not used to the denser
Numbers of crewmen at this end of the
Ship. With a crew of 10,000…there were
So many faces, it was difficult to know
Everyone…And with rotating shifts, it was
Entirely possible to spend your entire
Life on the ship and not see and meet
Everyone.

After last meal they trained, again in
A very busy gym full of crew. Here, there
Was a wide range of types of crew…
The bigger bully security officers, the
Senior miners, the leaner, frail looking
Technicians and science teams…and
Lastly, and more importantly if not
Fearfully…the senior officers of
Command…who oversaw all things of
The entire ship…

It was here they encountered more brutal
Types of crewmen. Men that delighted
In intimidation and hazing sports of
Weaker crew members. Their society
Peer pressure was pretty typical…The
Strong dominate and survive…The weak
Serve the strong…and entertain the strong.
Which could mean anything from verbal
Or physical abuse, or in some cases assault;
This included all forms of carnal themes.
Different areas of the ship held
Different types of men…And this was
One of the worst sections.

And it was here to note, that if not for
Jonath and his unusual massive size, he
Really should have been a miner…It was
Almost some miraculous mistake in
Embryonic chamber development made him
Science crew…or else he might have been
Programmed to be raised with the biggest
Brutes and bullies of this ship. For if not
For Jonath, then Jansen and Janeth would
Have been easy targets as toys for any
Manner of play on the ship. Yes, it was
A strange little miracle.

After a rigorous workout in the busy
Crew gym…the three friends showered then
Went to the high Star Deck of the ship…
The leisure deck…graced with a large swimming
Pool and artificial lighting to simulate a sun
For tanning…An average working day had no
Sun for the Adams…so artificial sunlight
Before bed was not unnatural at all.

They had visited the Star Deck pool many
Times before…but always under different shifts
This was the first for them to visit the deck
With it being so busy…Especially so full of
Security crew, and miners…and the senior
Officers. Jonath immediately didn’t like it
At all.

They found the quietest, emptiest corner
They could and retreated to rest on lounge
Recliners at the far end of the pool; not their
Favorite spot, but it was less crowded so that was
Best. Everyone was dressed in similar square-cut
Boxer-like swimsuits…with men of various
Physical forms of fitness everywhere. The miners,
Security and Jonath were bigger muscled by
Far…and the most intimidating. But Jonath took
Great delight in towering over his friends
As if he owned them, to protect them…A
Silent way of keeping away other crew, and telling
Them to back off.

Most of the crew all looked the same, they
Were all good-looking to some degree. Some
More than others. Bodies were always admired,
And feared…but faces caught the most
Attention.

Jonath eyed the entire pool like a watch-
Dog to see who was checking them out. To
See who was checking Jansen out…They all
Were…Immediately, he was defensive.

Directly across from them, in the most
Comfortable loungers…lay stretched out like
Kings were the senior officers. Everyone on the
Ship knew them, or knew of them…
The Commander…a king, greedy to please…
His First Officer, Hollis, the most renowned
Wildest, wicked playboy of the ship…well
Known for…knowing as many of the crew
Intimately very well…and the cocky Second
Officer Cain…one of the nastiest men
Ever known.

As Jansen and Janeth relaxed on their
Recliners to take in the artificial sunlight,
Jonath quickly noticed the senior officers
Hollis and Cain staring right at them and
Whispering. “I do NOT like the way
They are looking over at us.” Jonath growled.
“I do NOT like that First Officer Hollis,
NOT at all…That one is trash on
Two legs. I swear that trash only
Thinks with his—“

“Stop staring at them!” Janeth whispered
Hard, “Or they will get angry.”

But Jonath only grew more impatient,
Angrier, possessive. “Look at him, look at
His cocky face. That trash—“

“Will you just relax.” Janeth groaned. “Honestly
What did you think was going to happen here?”

“What do you mean?” Jonath asked with a
Frown.

Janeth sighed. “This part of the ship?” He
Suggested. “It’s known for its…atmosphere.
The games they play. This isn’t a kind place
Like we are used to on the lower decks…They
Play rough and hard here.” He rolled his
Eyes at Jansen. “If you hadn’t rejected our
Previous senior officers’ advances…we
Would still be in the rear of the ship…
Where it was quieter…You would have still
Had your pets. But no, you had to be the
Good boy and reject him. You should have
Just let him—“

“So, this is my fault?” Jansen spat, shocked
That Janeth hadn’t said something before.
“Because I wouldn’t—“

“Well, it’s not mine!” Janeth argued. “See
Where being so sweet gets you?”

“You told me I did the right thing!” Jansen
Defended.

That was before we were sent to this den
Of hormonal delinquents.” Janeth pouted.
“I had all my micro splicing techniques
Refined for mass reproduction…and now I have
To start all over again with those greenhouse
Seedlings…and that idiot Maburn’s policies of
Germinating to follow and fix. They are all a
Bunch of morons up here!”

“You’re blaming me NOW?” Jansen said
Sitting up defeated, hurt by his friend’s words.

“Well now you’re going to get nailed. “Janeth
Laughed. “Why do you think he reassigned you
Up here…to teach you a lesson…”

“Wait, wait, wait now.” Jonath said holding
Up his hand. “No one’s blaming anyone. And
I’m not going to let anything happen. Why
Don’t the two of you relax.”

“You heard, he said it’s my fault!” Jansen spat.

“Janeth doesn’t know what he’s saying,”
Jonath said playfully trying to calm him
Down. “He’s obsessed with his work. You know
Him. He’s just mad over learning a new routine.
He’s just stubborn and anal retentive.”

“Hey!” Janeth spat. “Watch it you big box
Muscle head. I cover your tail with work.”

Jonath just shook his head and turned to
Focus on calming Jansen down, that’s all
He cared about. “Nothing is going to happen
To us here. Don’t worry, alright. I’m here
For you.”

“Oh, I feel safe completely now.” Janeth
Laughed. “The box head has a plan.”

“Just be quiet, and lay there and dream
About plants, alright?” Jonath urged like
A stern older brother. “Quit picking on him.”

Janeth sarcastically pointed to Jonath’s head.
“The muscles in your head aren’t working
Right…look around. They’re degenerates here!”

Jonath scowled hard then turned again
To Jansen kindly. “Ignore him. You’re fine.
We’re fine. I won’t let anything happen to
You…ever…I promise. Now, please,” he
Said with a softer expression, “Talk to me
Will you…Tell me about your dreams…
These drawings…What is this Light he
Was talking about?”

Across from them on the other side
Of the pool, the senior officers were
In fact eyeing the new crew at the pool…
Hollis, and his bittersweet-competitive
Sidekick Second Officer Cain were trading
Lewd comments on the three new “boys.”

Hollis sat up grinning wickedly stroking
His chin, flexing his shoulders. “I see
Something I really like.”

“Ah, there is something I’ve never heard
Before.” Cain laughed as he laid back,
Crossed his legs and shut his eyes to enjoy
The artificial tanning light. “Do I have to
Ask…or are you going to describe it to me.”

Hollis nodded at the three directly across
From them, then spread his legs wide sitting
Further up to lean his elbows on them to
Stare harder. “The one in the middle.”

“Yes?” Cain chuckled.

Hollis turned sarcastically to Cain. “Make
Me a bet. Go on, challenge me. I will
Take on anything you say.”

“What for?” Cain laughed as he stroked
His straight short hair back. “You’re going
To get him anyway.”

“Dare me something.” Hollis taunted. “Come
On make it fun. You want me to make
Him cry, scream, beg…what?”

“Beg?” Cain laughed louder. “No one begs
For you. You’ve had every man in the room…
On the deck…in the front of the ship!”

“So, begging it is then?” Hollis grinned devilishly.

Cain laughed, smiled and quickly sat up.
“You really want to bet? For what?”

“Name it.” Hollis said eyeing Jansen with determination.
“I need something fun to do.”

Cain thought for a moment. “Fine…
Here it is…First,” he said holding up his
Finger… “If you lose…in any way…you
Take my extra shifts for a week…And
I want you on your knees…FOR REAL
No joke…kissing my ass on the bridge
In front of the Commander. Then kissing
My boots. THEN, bowing like some little
Cowering marmet bitch before me in front
Of everyone.”

Hollis sneered at him. “Seriously? You’re that
Sure of yourself? You want me kissing
Your ass, your boots and bowing?”

“Yes.” Cain nodded evilly.

“Ok fine.” Hollis grinned. “Challenge me.”

“The Games are tomorrow night.” Cain
Described with a wild look. “The Commander
Wants a good show this week. Blood. The
Crewmen thrown to the Lion Men will die…
It should be a huge rush for everyone…”

“Go on…” Hollis said.

Cain sat up to eye Jansen alongside Hollis. “You
Get that pretty boy you like to BEG for
You to stop…Make him cry, make him
Bleed…You nail him so bad that everyone
Sees a new side of you. Make them afraid
Of you walking in the room…I want to
See him crying so hard by the end of
The Games…They’ll think he was thrown
To the Lion Men…Bring me his bloody
Shorts…And I will kiss your ass all
Day long…I want to see just how far
You’re willing to go.”

Hollis laughed and threw back his head. “You
Want me to bring you his bloody shorts?”

“Yes.” Cain grinned. “I want to see everyone
See that sweet face crying by the end of
The Games…And you smiling because you
Did it to him.”

Hollis laughed like it was nothing. “You are
Twisted.” He giggled. “Deal.”

“I’ll even be so kind,” Cain said standing
Up and flexing his narrow frame. “I will
Set it up for you.”

Back across the pool…
Janeth noticed first… “Cain, the Second Officer
Is coming over here.”

They froze as they watched the sinister looking
Senior officer strut over to them with a
Peculiar formal expression. Jonath was the
First to stand and flex and face Cain.
With a somewhat polite defiance. “Sir…”
Jonath offered.

“My you are big for science crew.” Cain
Said of Jonath impressed. “How did you
Not become mining crew with that height
And build?”

“Luck.” Jonath only said.

“Crewmen,” Cain began. “We need special
Aid for the Games tomorrow night…”

“How, sir?” Janeth weakly responded.

“Report to the Deck of the Lion Men
Tomorrow at 6…” Cain explained. “The
Wardens will be there. They will tell
You what to do. Do not say anything
To anybody!”

“Yes, sir.” They each responded without
Hesitating, but secretly wondered to
Themselves what the Second Officer was
Talking about…

“Something strange is going on.” Jonath
Whispered hard to them, mocking Cain’s
Smile. “No I do not like this.”

“You’re just thinking too much…” Janeth said.

The Games…

It was the ship’s weekly event…The Pit Games.
THE FIGHTS…Where large numbers of
The crew gathered at a square sunken
Stadium at the bottom of the ship, below
The Deck of the Lion Men…It was here
They found their entertainment in blood sports.
It typically opened with wrestling matches
Between rival mining teams. Big grunting
Muscled miners brawled until they were bloody
And unconscious…And then, lastly, as a grand
Finale…Lion Men were chosen to fight each other
In savage pair matches…sometimes to the
Death…

It was always a mystery how they got the
Lion Men to fight each other so brutally, so
Ferociously…to the death…

It was a mystery the three friends were about
To find out very closely about…
And it would change one of their lives
Forever.

Jansen, Jonath and Janeth arrived at
The Warden’s station, where a hefty built
Iron faced officer greeted them with a broken
Grin. His hair was nearly shaved off, but he
Kept a beard…The man looked cold, cruel
And mindless; few had manners here. He
Led the three of them down a dark back
Hall to the pits…A private entrance for
Wardens and security officers only.

He took them to a large steel room with
Big square cells with thick bars that
Held four very angry looking Lion Men.
They were dressed in loin cloths only, they
Didn’t growl or make a sound, they only
Stared with heated anger as they stood
Trapped in the prison cells.

The Warden led the three of them inside
Then pointed to a table in the center of the
Room with mysterious closed
Metal boxes on it. “Everything you
Will need is there. A medical officer will be
In shortly to show you what to do. You
Will assist him…” He grumbled staring
At the Lion Men with disgust. “Stay here…
I will return for you at the end of
The Games.” He left abruptly and bolted
The thick door shut.

Janeth went over to the table and
Examined the boxes as his friends joined
Him. Then he curiously opened one of
The heavy boxes to find it full of vials and
Syringes. He grabbed one of the vials and
Read it and gasped. “Testenox?”

“What is it?” Jonath asked.

“Is that what I think it is?” Jansen asked.

“This is a powerful growth steroid the miners
Use for training,” Janeth explained. “It
Elevates testosterone levels to insane levels.”

“Why is that here?” Jonath asked.

Janeth looked at the Lion Men with shock.
“This is how they get them to fight…
To make them angry…”

Suddenly the door made loud unlocking
Sounds then opened…Then in walked a
Medical officer…4 huge security guards
And the First Officer, Hollis…who had a
Very mysterious sly, wicked smile on his face.

The medical officer walked over to the table
And began prepping the table by laying out
A cloth…then syringes and vials from the
Boxes on the table. No introduction of
Names were exchanged, the entire mood
Quickly became very grim.

The medical officer pointed to Janeth and
Jansen, then handed them syringes. “Fill
These with 400 cuads each of the Testenox.”

Janeth’s eyes widened as he looked at Jansen
Then back to the officer. “You’re not
Serious? That dose is—“

“Do as I tell you.” The medical officer ordered
As he began filling syringes himself. He then
Pointed to Jonath. “You…go with the guard
Through the door to the arena and watch
And manage as they are let out.”

Immediately a guard escorted Jonath through
The only open doorway that led out to the arena.
Then Janeth and Jansen assisted the medical
Officer and filled all the syringes. Once
Finished he nodded to the Lion Men’s cells… “Now
Each of you go with a guard to each cell
And empty two syringes into each one of
Those…beast things.”

“WHAT?” Janeth exclaimed. “That dose is—“

“Do it!” The officer ordered.

They each quietly complied. The guards allowed
No hesitation…It was done cold and fast. The
Scene was just cruel. Jansen moved
The slowest and nervously as the
Guard led him to a Lion Man’s cell at the
Far corner…This cell held the oldest looking
Of the Lion Men…Scarred, his ears were torn,
He only had one eye…This one had seen many
Fights. He went to the cell and locked
Eyes with the great lion…that towered over
Him at 9 feet tall…The Lion Man stared at
Jansen strangely…with a confused looking,
Human-like pale blue eye.

There was silent moment, an exchange
Between Jansen and the Great Lion Man…
Unspoken words. A telepathy? Complete emotions
Bound and shared in feelings that only said…
I am so sorry…But the Lion Man knew, he had
Done this before. But he had never met a human
So, sensitive. He immediately liked this human
Very much. It even appeared that he smiled
At him?

The guard grew impatient with Jansen. Then
Grabbed a rod that allowed them to stab the
Syringes into the Lion Man without getting
Too close. The guard forced him to give the
Injection fast and hard. “There, DONE.” The
Guard said angrily. “Was that so hard kid?”
He groaned then turned to his fellow guards.
“Why are so many assistants needed here,
Are they stupid or something?” They
Only laughed.

Once the injections were done, Janeth and
Jansen were ordered to stand back as
The guard went to a control panel on the
Wall then started pressing buttons…Doors
Slid open in the Lion Men’s cells. Then the
Guards used these shock sticks of high
Voltage to force them into dark hallways
In the cells that led out to the arena.
After the last Lion Man disappeared, amid
An angry wild chorus of deafening roars
And growls…The medical officer pointed
To Janeth. “You with me.” He handed him
A gun filled with darts. “These are filled
With Cynedex…if one of the lions gets
Out of control or gets past the gate,
Shoot them. One dart will kill them
Instantly. Now come with me…” He led him
Down the dark corridor that Jonath left
Through…then Jansen was left alone with
The First Officer Hollis…

Jansen looked at the First Officer who
Smiled at him strangely…playfully? No,
Dangerously. Then he turned and saw
A small view window to the arena and
Went to it…There he peered out and
Watched in horror as the Lion Men entered
The arena… “There’s a crewman out there!”
He gasped…then watched in horror as
The Lion Men surrounded the terrified man.
“What’s he doing out there?”

“He stole rations.” Hollis said coldly.

“So, you’re throwing him to the Lion Men?”
Jansen shook…He had never seen the
Games, never wanted to…but heard the stories.
“They’ll kill him!”

“No, they’ll probably play with him first…”
Hollis laughed… “Mangle him…claw him up…
Rape him…Then kill him…Maybe eat him.”

Jansen turned to the window…The images
Were indescribable…the blood…The Lion Men
Descended on the man, clawed at him…then
Fought each other to see who would have
The first piece…Fast shadowy movements…
Screams from the man, screams from
The crowd above…As the crew watched
All shouted… “Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

Jansen’s eyes went so wide the window
Appeared to shrink and the dark scene
Seemed far away…a tunnel vision of some
Cruel hell of blood and torture. He shook.

Hollis touched his shoulder, then Jansen
Jumped away from him and the window.
“Are you nervous?” Hollis asked very calmly.

Jansen quickly studied him…saw the secrets
Behind the mask on his face, that fake
Concerned smile…This was a game, a set up…

Hollis stood like stone and smiled like he
Didn’t care. “Take off your uniform. Strip.”

Jansen heard the words, the command from
Hollis’s mouth but…there was something else.
That Light inside his head came alive and
Found a voice. He held a strong face kindly
To the First Officer. “You’re not here…”

“What?” Hollis scowled.

“You’re not here.” Jansen said with wonder.
“Your spirit…It’s not here. It hid away
Inside you a long time ago.”

“What are talking about?” Hollis
Snapped angrily.

Jansen then was in his mind, his heart…
A shelled-sealed shut vault hidden deep
Inside the man. He hid it away as a boy
A long time ago…When he…Then Jansen
Saw the memory…felt it…The cries, the
Screams…The terror. Hollis had been
Beaten so badly he shut down YEARS
Ago…and something else took over…This
Dark version the crew knew…He had
Become what he needed to survive…A monster.

“The Commander…He raped you when
You were 16.” Jansen said slowly,
Afraid…with dread and grief and sorrow
For him. “Over and over…in front of
All the officers…for his amusement. That’s
Why you are his favorite. That’s why
You’re the First Officer…You were his
Favorite toy.”

“SHUT UP!” Hollis exploded.

“It destroyed you.” Jansen said sadly.
“My God, that’s how you got this way.”

“SHUT UP!” Hollis exploded. He shook,
He clenched his fists. He shoved Jansen
Against the wall hard and got right in
His face. “How…How…How…” He stammered.
“How could you know that?”

“No one ever talks on this ship.” Jansen
Said. “I mean, they talk…But they talk
About nothing…They talk about things
That mean nothing…So nothing ever changes.
But you…No one ever talks to you. They
Never really talk to you. Because no
One here really cares about anything.”

Hollis fought to hold himself together. He
Was shattering to pieces from inside out.
“But you’re different? You care, do you?”

“I listen.” Jansen said kindly, he truly
Felt for Hollis then…The man had been
So desperately hurt and hiding his whole
Life… “I care. I won’t hurt you. I
Will listen if you want me to?”

Hollis choked, then broke…then stumbled
Back and the tears poured down his face. “Why
Did you have to say that to me?” He cried
And stared at the ceiling. “I was fine
Until you said that to me.” He fell to his
Knees and cried and cried. “I can’t think
Now…”

Jansen knelt on the floor with him. “I’ll be here
For you if you want.”

“They’re going to know…” Hollis cried.

“No one’s going to know anything.” Jansen
Assured him.

There were long strange, strained, painful
Moments…of Hollis crying…against the roars
Of the crowd and the Lion Men in the arena.
It was quite a show.

“No one ever…talked to me like you before.”
Hollis cried. Then suddenly he grabbed Jansen
And held him tight like a lost little boy and
Cried. “Please…don’t leave me all alone. I’ll
Do anything you want. Just please don’t leave
Me all alone.”

“I will be there,” Jansen told him, “Any time
You need me.”

The book glowed…The images faded…
“So that’s how he started…how they started…
This bond, this…love they had.” I said to her.

Ceres was intensely moved…Her instincts
Had been powerfully right about Hollis…and
Jansen. They were special. “What could they
Think…The eyes and ears out there…That
What, it’s always about passion? Attraction?
In some sense it is, of course…
But in most…what it’s really about
Is that everyone really needs to find that
One thing that truly will bring their
Soul to peace…to quiet the storms that
Rage there

“That’s what this is about…Not excuses
Or blame…but finding that special
Something that will bring the soul to peace…”

Valiant Thor

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=74595

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 6MAY2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (6 May 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 29APR2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (29 April 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 22APR2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (22 April 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 15APR2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (15 April 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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