Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Dreamer…

‘The Best way out is Always Through.’

***Robert Frost

A dream has no laws whatsoever; the biggest
Puzzle, the greatest truth.
No, No, No don’t say that, don’t think
This…that’s not what I want to hear.
Then something happens…so why didn’t
You tell me sooner? The reason always
Comes AFTER.
Never or sooner, which is it? Onward.

The visions of May…and March and April…
In dreams, the earth song of the weather…
More unstable each year
Regardless of what people say or believe. Onward.
The snows became rain and floods…
Nope, nope, everything is fine, they say…
The snow to rain, then rain to snow
And back again.
And all at once it’s spring.
That’s what I want to hear!
The grass is green, the trees have leaves,
There are flowers. A beautiful spring day.

Then suddenly a flash freeze, it means
Nothing. Onward.
Nature is alive again and continues
Its story in the spring, like it or not.
And back to the meadow…By night
The stars are alive and seem to move…
By day it put a picture in the meadow.
Symbols…Two shapes, circles merging
Over two lines…First Impression…
When worlds collide…It begins. Realities?

What does that mean? Don’t tell anyone
But me. Whatever. Onward.
It’s just a dream; dreams mean nothing.
The Song of Nature in May continues
The story…

In June…The outcry of a tragedy
Paralyzes with some widescale crisis in
The time before the Event, and only then.
National, International? It was on the news…
In the Northeast again?
And the weather is nuts as usual…
Just a TV screen in a dream,
It means nothing. Onward.

Watch June, if June is fine it doesn’t\
Happen that year…Because in that
Year, the stars seem alive all over…
Reports flood in across the globe.

And some internet searcher will say
Give me something new, Something useful…
More, more, give me more…give me, give me…
You’ll still be staring at the sky when
It happens, that’s the point. Then what?
Onward.

And in the summer months snow
Will fall earlier and earlier…on green
Grass and green leaves where it never has
Before…
And in that time a plague would
Come…New and mysterious, flu-like…
Intestinal issues…people covered with
Blisters…Camps, confinement…Monsters…

And the lights in the sky continue…
They’re searching and waiting…
And the snow would and will continue
Falling…The seasons out of tune…

Convictions fill the air waves and digital
Connections, no bridge made safe to pass
Without hearing the arguing which
Way to turn and how to think…

They will say it 10 different ways,
Just to argue for 10 hours…
A waste of time. Onward.
The smart ones, the right ones always
Know where to look…

And through the night and day,
In sleep and visions…the sounds of gears
Turning…Tick Tock…Onward…
What is it? What is it? They cry…
Don’t say that, it’s awful.
Tell me it’s Wonderful, only tell me
It’s Wonderful.
OK, it’s Wonderful.
Liar!

In a world of billions, pointing a finger
At few will solve it. OK. Next. Onward.

But, they say, they bought pink toilet paper
Or painted rainbows, spread peace and love
Since the 60’s…Worked hard…
That’s not Fair. The Fair thing is to
Blame someone and be rescued…
I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with that.
The signs are there. They always have been.
They just didn’t want to hear it.

Will Peace and Love save the World in the End?
Peace is great…Peace is always Great!
Will Peace and Love Save the World?
Or kindness and compassion…
Maybe Both. Hopefully Both.

But the Gears keep turning. Time
Moves on…Nature does not hear
A word, but feels the rage…Onward.
It will just keep going.

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 26MAY2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (26 May 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

RIDING THE “TIME” MACHINE…

“Red white and blue, gaze in your looking glass
You’re not a child anymore
Red, white, and blue, the future is all but past
So lift up your heart, make a new start
And lead us away from here…”
Songwriters: Dennis De Young
Suite Madame Blue lyrics  © Universal Music Publishing Group
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“CROSSFIRE HURRICANE”…

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Let us review…shall we?

From the archives…

 

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Blue Spectral Storm Year of Liberation

White Wind Wavespell

KIN (Day) 224, YELLOW ELECTRIC SEED

“I ACTIVATE IN ORDER TO TARGET

BONDING AWARENESS

I SEAL THE INPUT OF FLOWERING

WITH THE ELECTRIC TONE OF SERVICE

I AM GUIDED BY THE POWER OF ELEGANCE”

 

“OPERATION YELLOW ELECTRIC SEED…

ENGAGED!”

 

WHITE WIND TRIBE’S ANSWER TO YOUR “CROSSFIRE HURRICANE”..

PERHAPS…

 

 

 

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…The Tower of Babel…

‘The Brave, The Timid, The Shy
And the Strong…are all slaves
To Fear and Pride. Victory belongs
To those who ask why and challenge
Themselves.’

-A Guiding Voice

The Sandman told a Tale
That held echoes of the Bible’s
Words…and something more.
In the beginning, There was one Voice.
One Language that All humankind
Spoke, one common tongue
That all knew and united them.

In the lands of Assyria, of the
Fertile crescent, where the First Tribes
Settled and spread, recovering from
The Great Flood and Shifted Earth…
The one common tongue was
The greatest power of unity taken
For granted…

And from the weak and strong,
The humble and the brave…
One of the Greatest Pride rose to
Lead them all…And with his ego
And constant counsel he inspired
By calling people to revoke their
Past and respect of a higher power
By building a city to honor
Themselves instead of Heaven
Above…And within this city to
Build a Tower, to Rise to the Sky
That they may show God they
Are not beneath him, but worthy
Of so much more…

His voice was powerful among people…
Nimrod, known as the mighty
Hunter…opposed God, and all that
Heaven stood for…There was no need,
He said, for men to live in shame
As lesser mortals for something
They could not see nor hear…
People were put on Earth to dominate
And conquer…And Nature was
There to serve them.

So, he encouraged them to Build
And Adorn themselves with every
Treasure the world held…For each
Was worthy of all life had to offer,
And more…their city would be
A celebration of mankind, and it
Would make a name for themselves
That would honor them for all
Time.

But the Tower would be the Greatest
Monument of All…For Nimrod, For
He stood mightier than them all…his
Counsel told him so, his followers…
Wisemen, Seers…who spoke to shadows
And The Dark Things that dwelt
There, the only supernatural voices
They knew…

The Shadows that spoke in
Whispers, and dreams…and omens…
Crying out to be heard, defying
Faith in a Higher Power and
Tempting pride with promises of
The worship of men and women,
Not Heaven.

It was the First Order, the First
Sect that practiced Magic, and
Offered Counsel…And whom only
The most revered among them knew
As the First Power…and to honor
Nimrod, and themselves they
Should give this respect by calling
It Babel…

Nimrod did anything to entice more
Worship, to build the Tower and
Did blindly as the Counsel said…
Nothing could stop them for they
Were all drunk with self-worship
And ego…with one voice that
Constantly cried this out, and heard
Nothing more. “But I want MORE,”
They said, “There must be MORE
For Me.”

So, they built their city grander
With more lavish things, and built
The Tower higher to honor only
The Best they were entitled to deserve.
It was a time of drunkenness for more
More more…and they saw nothing
Wrong with that…in the ancient land
Of Assyria…

But far above in realms no mortals
Knew, there were watchers that saw
This…And as they saw the arrogance
Grow…An invincible ever shining light
Came, in an unexplainable phenomena
And went into one no one knew or
Saw to cast a lesson…By a Heavenly
Force, unstoppable, it worked the will
Of the One Creator…if this deafening
Cry of one voice knows nothing but
Its own soul…then let it be shattered
Among them…so they can not
Speak nor hear nor recognize
This leader that sees only himself…

And all at once in their city and Tower
The people began to divide…to
Splinter into groups…They shunned
Nimrod’s ways to pursue their own
Beliefs and pride, then spread to other
Lands far and wide…creating their
Own tongues and ways to recognize
Their own independence…
Tribes spread around the world this
Way to get as far away from the
First as possible…

But the First Power held to its ways,
And only went hidden…Recording
Things…of mystery and mysticism
Hoping one day to dominate and
Control the world again…

And for ages, seers everywhere saw
Their own visions and counseled with
Their own spirits…and the First
Power recorded them all.

But the World would be Blind to
This, afraid of it…and all things
They could not control or understand…
How convenient for the First Power…

Many legends, and many prophecies…
All saying the same thing…in different
Voices…in different customs…
Tribal lore was just a custom
To celebrate their own ways all
Around the world, foolish pride would
Denounce this over and over…
But the wisest would see the puzzle
Pieces and put them together…

Fear the Future, But Brave the Way
Because the Future must come,
There’s no denying it.

There was once one voice…
And one voice divided them…
And in the End, One Voice,
One common tongue would Unite
Them All Again.

In Faith and Fear, and Love and Hate,
The World would stretch its traditions
Every which way…Lands would
Rise and fall and die…
Secrets would be lost, save for
The First Power to hide them away,
They know everything,
Especially what most can’t handle.

We are not alone, we never were.
We did not come from here.
The World should learn a lesson in Grace…

Trumpets will sound and unmask
Those who didn’t learn, and didn’t
Want to…They again only heard
The song that was sung in Babel…
And so, it would come again
In Great Division…In a Dark Time
At the End of an Age
That even the Devil was fed up with.

And at that time when war
In Heaven with Hell on Earth would
Come…God and the Devil
Would laugh together for a moment,
‘What a Mess!”

But there would be One Comfort
Before the World would End
And Turn…And that is for those
Who did learn the Nature of Grace,
Good things would still come…

But there would be a cleansing,
An Age of Fire and Ice, with
Ice so cold it Burned…
And the cities that once knew
Only the Sounds of Division…
All these cities will fall abandoned,
And the only cities left for an Age
Will be those in ships
That sail on the Sea.

Valiant.

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PUZZLE PIECES…

 

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“SOUTHEAST…”

“FROGS SING ..ANNOUNCING THE COMING RAINS…”

THE STAR ALTAIR…IN THE EAGLE CONSTELLATION RISES ON JUNE 1ST…THE FIRST DAY OF HURRICANE SEASON…

SEASONS…ARE…CHANGING

AREAS AND TIMES IN WHICH SEASONAL EVENTS OCCUR ARE CHANGING…

https://weather.com/storms/hurricane/news/2018-05-08-subtropical-cyclone-chile

EVER READ “GOOBERZ”??? NOTICE THE LINK BETWEEN “AL-TAR” (ALTAIR?) AND THE DOLPHIN (DOLPHIN SUITE)

AND LET US NOT FORGET THE CONNECTION BETWEEN AQUARIUS AND AQUILA…

http://earthsky.org/brightest-stars/altair-the-bluish-jewel-of-the-eagle

AND OF COURSE GANYMEDE…THE CUPBEARER, “A SON/LOVER OF ZEUS”

http://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/ganymede.html

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Cattle Mutilations…

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
― Baba Ram Dass

The Sky was clear, and the stars were
Out shining bright…The Night was cold
In the Nevada pasture. Nothing seemed
Unusual, but there were rumors of strange
Things going on among the local ranchers.
There were whispers, the camaraderie of
The locals held their mouths tight and kept
Their eyes and ears wide open…Something
Was going to happen…Something always
Seemed to happen at this time of year…

No one went out at night, except for
The bravest and the most curious…but
Even they went with guns. Eyes and ears
Always seemed everywhere, be it those of
The wild life…the rancher’s herds…or
The occasional hidden parked car with
Teens…or something else in the
Shadows. But that had to be an over
Active imagination.

Then a lone star seemed to move out
Of place in the sky and move slowly…
Only to dart and streak out of sight.
Far above a stray group of heifers,
A light descended…The cattle panicked
And ran…But not fast enough. One
Had been tagged, paralyzed and knocked
Out. At daybreak, its body would be
Found far out in the field…with its
Former companion animals watching forlorn.
The stupid animals, just animals, seemed
To know? No predator touched the body…
No animal went near it. But the ranchers
Found it in the morning, and were
Angry and disgusted again from what they found.

A brief report in the local papers recounted
The incident, calling it strange and
Mysterious…only describing how angry
The local ranchers were to be losing
Livestock this way. Brief and limited,
Let them analyze it every which way.
People believe what they want anyway.
Some loud mouth would pick up the
Story…as they often do, and vent and
Shout and incite more anger; that’s
What they want them to do. But most
People don’t listen to them because all
They want to do is shout and stir
Up trouble blindly; it’s easy to call that
Behavior crazy.

One woman did catch the story by chance
As she was sitting in her office. A
Researcher, Carol Stowe…she was intrigued
By such cases. She went to the town,
Talked to people, asked lots of questions.
But locals are reluctant to talk to nosey
Outsiders…And although she was sincere,
It took time to find out even what
Little they knew.

She finally managed to see the local
Veterinarian, Dr. Max Thompson. He was
A stout man in his late 50’s, grey hair
And beard wearing silver framed glasses
That always seemed to appear as though they
Might fall off his face. A workaholic by
Nature, when he wasn’t on calls to ranchers
He could be found in his office or at the
Local diner eating with the townspeople. He
Was loyal, a loner, and when he spoke his
Words always left an impact.

It was late at night when Carol Stowe
Knocked on Dr. Thompson’s office door. He
Was sitting at his desk, studying private folders
He had been compiling of the cattle
Deaths when he heard the knock…He quickly
Put the folders away and answered, “Come in.”
He was curious who it could be, he thought
His receptionist Becky had left 2 hours ago at 8.

She opened his door to see this rather worn
And tired grey-haired man looking up from
His desk in a dark room lit only by one
Humble lamp. “Dr. Max Thompson?”

“Yes?” He answered, as he saw this
Attractive woman open the door. She appeared
To be in her late 30’s or early 40’s, very
Sweet looking as she smiled with a fresh
Face and dark curly shoulder length blond
Hair.

She entered carrying her large shoulder bag
Of materials and equipment; it looked very
Full and heavy. “Hello, my name is Carol Stowe.”
She said simply as she put on a pair of large
Dark rimmed glasses with a pen and note pad in
One hand. “I heard from Ben Hallston
That you are the vet for the local
Farmers?”

“Ranchers, yes.” He immediately concluded…
Reporter.

She walked up to his desk humbly with a smile.
“I would like to talk to you, if I may…
About what happened Sunday night at the
Gifford ranch?”

“Who do you work for?” Max asked.

“No one.” She answered sincerely. “I’m
An independent.” Carol tried to look as
Friendly as she could. “I assure you, I
Have only the best intentions.”

“I’m sure you do.” He said noticing her
Jacket. “You’ve come a long way, it must
Mean something.”

“I’m sorry?” She asked curiously.

“Your coat.” He smiled. “No one wears
Anything like that around here.”

She laughed, the man was sharp. This
Would be interesting. “I travel a lot.”

“What do you want Ms. Stowe?” Max
Answered politely.

“Doctor, I can see it would be pointless
To waste time…I’m here honestly, with
No ill intentions.” She said.

“No one ever is.” He replied flatly.

“I’ve been researching the Cattle
Mutilation mystery for years.” Carol
Told him carefully, but still sincere. “There
Are so many questions surrounding these
Incidents…and the appearance of UFO’s
And strangers…”

“Yes, strangers.” He nodded at her.

A moment of consideration, a pause to
Recollect…Carol formed her words carefully.
“But I have been to other parts of the
Country about this…May I sit?”

He had to admit, he was curious. He nodded
For her to pull up a chair. “Please.”

She sat, and they just eyed each other
For a moment. “I respect your position and
The welfare of these ranchers…Your town…
But their association with UFO’s, the
Mutilations, I mean…”

He held up his finger politely to pause
The direction of the conversation. “Ms. Stowe,
I am not interested in UFO’s. I am
Not interested in spaceships or some far
Out beliefs of new age cults…I am here
For these people. And I do not like seeing
Them used, or made fun of…or put
In awkward situations…by the media, or
By any kind of institution. These are
Hard working, wholesome people. Americans.
Not pretend Americans whining about
Rights they do or do not have, taking
Up someone else’s time because they
Do not know what to do with their
Life. These people, the farmers…OF
This Country…Are the Backbone of
The Country, not just these ranchers, but
ALL FARMERS…they work, they need to
Make a living. They do NOT get days
Off, no holidays…every single day of
Every year, they have real work to do…
And the product of that work is
The sustenance for everyone…in some
Way…Be it produce…or in the
Jobs they provide to others from their
Product. The juvenile attitudes of the
Public, and the disrespect they have
For such work…DISGUSTS ME. I care
About these people.”

“Doctor, I understand that, I do.” Carol
Pleaded to him. “Like I have said, I have
Talked to other ranchers around the country…”

“Well then, why are you talking to me?” Max
Asked. “Why are you in this town?”

“The location is interesting.” Carol said
Curiously. “And the time of the year…each year.”

“You are assuming a lot.” Max said,
Scratching his temple.

“Am I?” Carol asked calmly. “I’m only
Looking at the data, the research that
I’ve collected.”

“The research in this…is fragmented, and
Theories, at best.” Max said, as he found
Himself staring at the folders…lost in
A thought. “And assumptions are a weakness…
Or a powerful strategy…”

“I’m sorry?” Carol asked confused.
“I’m not assuming anything…”

She missed his point. He blinked and
Smiled. “Everyone assumes, every day…
All the time…Everyone thinks they
Are an investigator, Ms. Stowe.”

“You think I am wasting your time?” She
Asked.

“I did not say that.” Max smiled.
“Alright. You have been to other parts
Of the country. You have seen evidence.
What would you like to ask me?”

“These cases…Display the same
Characteristics, with cattle.” She went
On… “It’s always the same – “

“Are you sure about that? The same?”
Max asked. “Or is that an assumption?”

She laughed. “I can see you are a challenge
To talk to. I am only trying to put
Pieces together…”

He folded his hands on his desk and
Smiled kindly. “You said you have
Been to different parts of the
Country? But the same characteristics?”

She squinted and smiled, thinking, “Yes.”

“So, they are…different.” He said.

This was a different interview for her. “Yes.”
She answered.

“Tell me,” Max went on, “Why do
You think you are investigating this,
Why are you drawn to…THIS?”

“Because it’s a mystery. Because it’s
An awful crime,” She answered holding
Her notepad in her lap-but not
Writing anything down; convenient
Thoughts would come later. “And it’s
Affecting these ranchers, and other
People.”

“You care about them?” He asked. “Or
The mystery?”

“Both.” She said, feeling a bit cornered.

“You care about the cattle?”
He asked.

“Well, I think animal cruelty is awful.
A terrible crime.” She answered.

“You’re wearing leather.” He smiled.

She looked at her shoes and laughed.
“Dr. Thompson, are you interviewing me?”

“I am only looking at your perspective.”
He nodded once. “What do you know
About the cattle?”

She thought carefully before responding.
“Are they doing medical research on
Them? For some reason we don’t know
About yet?”

“I think that is a reasonable deduction”
Max answered.

“Is there some kind of genetic tampering
Involved?” She went on.

“What? Why would you ask that?” Max
Replied.

“Well, are the cattle tested or being
Tested for something, or have they been
Tested on?” Carol asked.

“This is obviously some kind of
Procedure…Genetic, possibly?” He said.

“Well, is it because the cattle have
Been treated in some way?” She asked.
“Why do you think this is being done to cattle?”

‘Why do I think?” Max answered.
“My perspective is only that, mine.”

She watched him even more curiously.
“Are they being treated in some way
With hormones, or medication?”

“For health only, not some sort of
Modification if that’s what you mean.”
He said. “That is not how we do
Things around here. Our animals are
Treated humanely for their well-being,
Not some experiment. For strong healthy
Cattle only. As natural as possible.”

“Natural?” She repeated, that she
Wrote down. “No hormones?”

“Why would you ask that?” Max responded.
“Ms. Stowe…the cattle must be healthy
For healthy use, not full of chemicals.
People assume a lot.”

“Well, if they are being raised I only
Meant…” She began…

“The cattle we have in this area, the
Breed was created in 1878-1883…
Black Angus…From imported stock from
Scotland that was crossed with
Texas Longhorns…Now if you excuse
Me for assuming…but I do not
Believe there was any genetic
Engineering or hormone therapy at that
Time…Just simple Animal Husbandry,
By traditional methods of breeding
Cattle…or any breed of animal.” He
Looked more serious. “Science did not
Step into farming until later in the 20th
Century…as the demand for the market
Increased…as the population increased.”

“It is a very cruel thing,” She sighed,
“That for a modern world animals
Would be a product this way…I
Would have hooped we would have
Grown past eating meat.”

“Cattle are vegetarians.” Max sighed.
“People consume vegetarians.”

“I know it’s awful.” She said. “I
Don’t eat meat, I can’t stand it.”

“So, you’re a vegetarian?” He said. “Then
You are exposed to the same toxins
As cattle are…in the environment, it’s
The same.”

“No, I eat organic.” She smiled. “No
Pesticides.”

“If it’s in the ground, it’s exposed to
Pollution…there is no escaping it.
In many ways, people are cattle.”

She grimaced, but her mind immediately
Jumped. “Could that be a connection
With the mutilations…it’s in the
Environment?”

“Possibly.” He nodded. “There are
A lot of strange similarities in the
Diseases with livestock and people.”

“So, they could be studying the effects?”
She concluded.

“Possibly.” Max answered.

She could see he was holding back
Something. “Or something more?”

“Possibly.” He only said.

It was a bit frustrating, but she saw
A good potential here. “Is there something
Unique that you see happening in this?”

“This whole subject is unique.” Max
Answered. “It stretches reasons in all
Sorts of ways…the way it happens,
The way it’s done. There is no choice,
It happens. And someone is benefiting
From it.”

“But it happens so secretly,” She
Went on, “In different places…”

“Clearly a lot of data is required,”
He said, “For variety…Or similarities.”

“Do you see a point?” Carol asked.
“Because frankly most I think are
Baffled…”

“They should be intrigued as much as
Baffled…” He said in wandering
Thought… “If they found what they
Were looking for, it would stop. And
Maybe when it stops, or isn’t happening
That’s the time to be nervous.”

She nodded and wrote down a few
Thoughts. “True, this has been going
On for some time…Everywhere. And here?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“May I show you some of the files I
Have?” She asked. “Photographs?”

He had to admit, he was interested. “Yes
Please.”

She pulled out some folders from her bag,
Set them on his desk, and started with
The photographs. This quickly caught his
Attention. Then it wasn’t long before they
Were standing together examining the
Pictures…pointing out the similarities
In procedures done on the cattle in the
Various places she had visited. Soon the
Talk between them became casual, and he
Could see she was legitimately interested,
Not for some money-making articles
To crudely publish, or for some
Idealistic notoriety for her research.
Carol Stowe was sincerely intrigued
By a mystery.

And there were other examples of mutilations
She had documented, on other livestock…
Even on wild animals. She even had brief
Written accounts of those done on people.
He became intrigued even more, and
Nervous as well.

“As you can see,” Carol told him as they
Studied the photos of several bulls from
Different ranches. “This is more than a
Mystery…it’s becoming a phenomenon.”

“I can see that.” Max agreed. “I must
Admit the volume surprises me.”

“Forgive me,” Carol said, “But it seems you
Know more than you are telling…”

“Does it?” Max laughed, studying the
Pictures of the cows and bulls. “I’m
Sorry, but I speak carefully for the
Benefit of the people, the ranchers,
They are my friends…I do not want
To see my friends used or taken advantage of.”

“I would never do that.” Carol said
Sincerely.

“Tell me,” He said adjusting his glasses.
“You have spoken with other vets, other
Researchers, scientists…on this?”

“Yes.” She said. “Most speak very
Carefully…Most have theories. But as
You said, they’re only theories.”

“Have compared notes?” He asked.

“Some have.” She sighed. “But most
Would rather push their own ideas and
Theories.” She laughed. “At least the
Men do.”

He chuckled. “Well, we can be rather
Stubborn with our own beliefs. Others
Views are hard to respect or appreciate
Without knowing the person first.”

“Respect is earned.” Carol smiled. “I
Understand that. “But I am not chasing
Some far-out idea…If I have something
To say, I speak carefully as well. I do
Not chase things blindly.”

“I can see that.” He nodded. “I am the
Same as well. Most sensible people are.
They don’t shout.”

“So,” Carol said. “Will you share your
Thoughts? Because I would like to hear
Them.”

“Let me try it this way,” Max began.
“Each person will come at a mystery
Differently…from angles based upon their
Own experience…then they will assume
And call that a deduction. That is the
Wrong thing to do. They’re trying to save
Time so they can move on, go home
And do what they really want to do.
I do not do that…I look at the core
And start there and move outward…

Now, livestock, as are many domestic
Animals, were created the old fashioned
Way, by selective breeding…for desired
Traits…you select the best, pair them
Together…produce as many as you can,
Then select the best and do the same.

This process can take a long time…So
Sometimes you have to cheat…and do
Careful inbreeding to preserve specific traits…
But that can create defects so you have
To be very careful or else you destroy
Everything. Inbreeding creates defects,
Weaknesses…sometimes good, sometimes bad.
This occurs in very isolated groups.
And over time creates a new
Breed. The best survive, the weak are
Culled out…but defects can be hidden
And lay dormant and create problems
Later…This can be seen in all domestic
Animals, and even in some isolated
Populations of wild life as well…
But always the undesired traits are
Culled…Now, nature has a way of
Doing that on its own…

But the human animal, in its vast
Wisdom…in its chase of perfection
Will overlook weaknesses…if they feel
It will produce what it wants. But
The problems can still be hidden.”

“Now,” He said, pointing to the photographs,
“There are hormones and steroids which
Can help turn weaknesses around, make
Them stronger…but in some parts of the
Body it is much harder to fix…on a
Cellular level…like the eyes.” He pointed,
“Do you see here…and the ears.”

“Yes,” She nodded, “Others have seen
That too.”

“I thought so.” Max nodded. “As
I have said, there are weaknesses that
Livestock and humans share…perhaps
From centuries of consuming this meat.”
He held his jaw thinking carefully of
What to say. “Whoever is doing this…
I think it is safe to say now…is
Studying those same weaknesses, and
The effects of their environment…which
Is why it is occurring on such a wide scale.”

“But why?” She asked. “Why not raise
Their own livestock and do it privately?”

“That would be too controlled.” Max
Answered. “They would need the data
Of variables from different environments,
And that would be costly, and take a long
Time.”

She nodded. “I can see that.”

“Whatever they are doing…” Max
Said leaning against the desk holding
His glasses, “Think of it this way…
It must be urgent…Their research
Must be critically important for time…
For greater reasons…”

“So why leave the cattle, the livestock?’
Carol asked. “Why not just take the
Animals so no one knows?”

“Because,” Max explained, “Clearly they
Are demonstrating…They have the
Technology to do what they want, when
They want…how they want. And they
Want that message delivered. Clearly
If they wanted to do more, they could…
Look at the precision of these wounds…
There is nothing like that available to the
Public…but they have it. And believe
Me, I also think it’s safe to say
They have the technology that if they
Wanted to harm a lot of people they
Could…but it’s being done quietly…
Scaring the weak…and making the
Rest really thing…The smart ones
Will understand…the wrong ones will
Make a lot of noise and even scare
People, and make them run and cry
Outrageous things…this is not
Outrageous, this is a demonstration of
Power…of technology that exists
Beyond knowledge…the arrogant
Will demand answers…The smart ones
Will watch and wait and see what
Happens…I would not be surprised
If medical breakthroughs beyond our
Wildest dreams occur in the 21st
Century…and a lot of people could
Benefit from it…IF…”

“IF what?” Carol asked curiously.

“IF there’s time.” Max said flatly.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=98962

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 12May2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (12  May 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

VEGAS

bfTHIS TIME…”THE HOUSE” LOSES.

DON’T MESS AROUND WITH A “THUNDERBOLT”!

THE BLAST OF THE TRUMP…

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Jon…

“Those chasing a better tomorrow will frequently
Be condemned by those lost by
Present distractions.”
-Anonymous

*song* “Bad Moon Rising” by Creedence Clearwater Revival

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQiUFZ5RDw

Note: The Dark World is based on a series of Nightmares.

Jon Victor was a tall, athletic young man
Overcoming a hard life in a small family in
A nowhere town in the rural farm country
Of Pennsylvania…His family was struggling
With many medical issues, but they managed to
Get him into a good college where he was trying
To find his way. He had a few close friends,
And many fake ones; as most often do. And as
The semester was closing on his sophomore year
He was fighting between finishing classes and
Finding a job for the summer…

It was early May, Spring was late…and just
About everyone, everywhere was growing more anxious
By the day, for the summer…and for greater things
To happen in their life. Jon was meeting
With his friends Chris and Mark, two other
Young athletic boys who were all fighting their
Time in college, trying to find a major that
Wasn’t too…consuming. They just wanted a simple
Fun night together to forget their troubles…
As Jon stood at the giant glass wall of the
Cafeteria staring out at the blue sky…and
The array of tables on the courtyard full of
Students, talking and studying…he caught sight
Of an enormous bird of prey circling over head
That no one seemed to notice.

“What are you staring at?” Chris asked, coming
Up behind him with Mark as they both slapped
Him on the shoulder.

Jon blinked in surprise, “That bird.” He
Nodded for them to look out. “Is that
An eagle, or a hawk?”

“I dunno.” Chris said, barely looking at it, he
Was antsy to leave. “So, what?”

“That bird has been out there every day.” Jon
Said strangely. “I saw it on the way to
Class…on the way to the gym…when
I left the gym…when I was out with
Jessica eating lunch in the field behind
The science buildings…and there it is again
Now. I see it everywhere I go.”

Chris laughed with Mark, smacking each other.
“You think and eagle is stalking you or something?”

“What are you a rabbit?” Mark joked, smacking his
Head. “Aw, Jon’s a cute little bunny rabbit.”

“There’s something about it.” Jon said.

“You think too much.” Mark smacked him again
As he proceeded to guide his friend away
With Chris, to the parking lot. “Hey maybe
You should be a teacher. Yeah, a science
Teacher…talking about birds stalking
People…ha ha.”

The three friends walked casually to Jon’s used
Car, an old style blue Mustang that his uncle
Had remodeled for him as a graduation present
Two years ago. At the car, as he unlocked and
Opened the driver’s side door…he nodded upward
Again… “There’s that bird again.”

“So what?” Chris scowled. “Stop thinking so
Much will ya. I need to go get some cash
So, I can pick up stuff for tonight. Hurry up.”

“I thought you were broke?” Jon asked as
He got in the car and let his friends in.

“My parents sent me more money.” Chris said
As he got in with a big smile, sitting beside Jon.

“You are the luckiest shit alive.” Mark replied,
Shaking his head, in the back seat. “Rich
Parents…if they only knew you.”

“Hey,” Chris said with great pride, “Like
Parents know so much. They lecture without
Thinking…they have no clue who I am.
I’m their first born, I’m special.”

Jon started the engine. “You are as screwed
Up as they come. You could sweet talk anything.
Don’t you ever feel guilty?”

“What are you, a saint?” Chris teased slapping
Jon’s shoulder. “Our parents don’t care what
We do. They don’t want to see, they don’t
Want to know. We’re all stupid kids to them…
They’re all stuck up in their drama…We see
More than they do…They watch the news, the
Internet…we live it. They’re just tired…They
Just make the money. We live, we should use it.”

Mark kept shaking his head in the back
And laughing. Jon just gave one laugh
Looking at Chris. “You are a piece of work.”

“They live by what they are told on the
TV and the Internet.” Chris laughed. “I
Should be a salesman. “Talk, talk, talk…
That’s all they do. He paused for a
More serious thought. “Hey, maybe I should
Move to Europe…My Aunt did.
She said they make a lot of stuff there.

“Seriously, could you stop.” Jon said,
Pretending to have a neck seizure as a
Joke. “Your brain is hurting my ears.”

“Hey, maybe he’s a parrot.” Mark teased. “Like
Jon’s bird.”

“It was an eagle, stupid.” Chris gave Mark
A snarl.

“Hey, don’t call me stupid, alright.” Mark snapped.
“My father calls me stupid. He calls everyone
Stupid all the time. I hate it.”

“See,” Chris said smacking Jon’s shoulder
Again. “Our parents are responsible for
Our disorders. That’s why they should pay.
Now let’s go get some cash so we can eat.”

“Yes, oh evil genius.” Jon nodded.

“Good Boy.” Chris said with a sinister tone.
“Now drive me where I want.” Just then
He shuffled in his seat, then pulled out
Some folders from beneath him. “What’s
This?”

“Some notes for that Professor Collins.”
Jon said as he drove out.

“That science teacher you’re working under?”
Chris asked quickly looking through the
Folders. “What for? Are you screwing him
Or something weird?”

“What? NO! Jon scowled. “I’m a teachers
Assistant, you ass. Screwing? Where did
That come from?”

“Aw,” Chris teased, pinching his face. “The
Way he stares at you all the time…
Teacher’s Pet…Yeah, right, that guy
Wants you.”

“Shut up!” Jon shook his head. “Your brain…”

“Hey, my brain feeds us. If it weren’t for
My brain, we would be off slaving our
Asses tonight at some lame job.” Chris
Teased, still looking through the papers. “And
You my friend, would be out whoring your
Ass with that desperate professor.”

“The guy’s married!” Jon said still shaking
His head. “My God, your brain.”

“Married? So, what?” Chris bellowed. “Bro,
Where did you grow up, in Disney?
World or something? What world do
You live in? Married means nothing…
Married is a mask, that’s all it is. “Chris
Grew agitated as he read through the
Folders more closely. “Hey, what is all this
Stuff about a holocaust of genetically
Engineered foods in farming…The
Genetic integrity of farm animals and
Research animals due to lack of proper
Breeding management?” Chris shook his
Head now. “What’s all this stuff about
Inbreeding in research animals corrupting
Data? The demand for biological
Living research and the demand for
The growing population has created a
Reckless production en mass for the
Public…cause and effect, health studies…
Genetic tampering? What the hell is this?
I want to throw this out the window.”

“Don’t!” Jon yelled. “He asked me to hold
That. He’s been compiling research.”

“That sounds weird.” Mark grumbled as he
Leaned forward to fix his black hair in the rear view
Mirror.

Chris kept leafing through the folders. “What
The hell is this stuff about…breeding management,
The mass production of farm animals…
Animal husbandry? What the hell is this?
What is he talking about?”

Jon just shiok his head, it was pointless to
Explain something serious to Chris; food, sex
And money was all he knew. “It’s about the way
They breed the animals…that’s all.”

Chris had this angry suspicious expression. “So
Why does this guy keep calling it a holocaust…
Some secret they know but don’t know? What
The hell, is he one of those end of the world
Freaks?”

“He was talking about mass production.” Jon
Tried to explain in short, as he drove. “Do you
Remember that summer I worked at that Pet
Shop? The Professor wanted to ask me about
The animals there…where they got them.”

“Is this one of those obvious subtle scientist
Come ons to get in your pants?” Chris asked
Sarcastically.

“What is it with the sex thing in everything?”
Jon shook his head nonstop now. “Can you
Drop it now. He wanted to ask me about
The animals…the pet shop, some of them,
Like some science labs…they get the rats
And mice and guinea pigs from the same
Supplier.”

“So the hell what?” Chris howled. “Bro, I’m
Worried about you becoming some science
Guys” research butt, seriously.”

“Is there a point to explaining this?” Jon
Asked. “Or is this all going one way?”

“Chris is lonely tonight.” Mark laughed.

Chris turned and smacked the
Seat. “Hey shut up WIMP…or the only
Nutrients you’re getting tonight is off my
Shoe.” He turned back to Jon. “No, I
Want to know…tell me. Come on, just
Say it so you can bore me before
I eat.”

“That’s exactly what the Professor is
Talking about…no one listens…They
Don’t want to know these things…like where
Their food comes from…they just want to eat.”

Chris stared heavily into Jon. You’re pissing
Me off.” He threw the folders on the floor.
“I just want to eat.” Then he leaned
Back in the seat looking out the window
Then at Mark, then back to Jon. “I’m
Worried about you. You really like this
Science stuff?” He sighed. “You’re going to
Turn into one of those old fat guys that
Sits on the couch cruising the
Internet for porn sires and praying to
Fairies and elves and shit for a miracle.”

Jon just shook his head and said nothing
As usual. Then Mark broke the silence with
“The Elves were cool ion Lord of the Rings.”

Chris dropped his jaw in his own personal
Wisdom’s horror. “You two need your balls
Checked. You are going to be someone’s bitch.”

“What’s wrong with Lord of the Rings?”
Mark whined.

“Dude, seriously, be quiet!” Chris ordered.
“Jesus, I’m losing my appetite. All this
Food holocaust talk crap…How about
Something that’s not from
An animal. How about pizza?”

“Pizza, yeah, cool!” Mark agreed. “Yeah
Let’s get that!”

Jon laughed. “I’m not saying anything.
You want it, fine…let’s eat.”

“what was slaughtered to make a pizza?”
Chris roared. “You are hanging out
With science man TOO MUCH! Pizza is
Cheese OK, that’s right…see I’m not stupid.
Cheese and tomatoes and bread, that’s it.
Nothing died.”

“Alright, like I said, if that’s what
You want.” Jon replied with a smile.

Chris grew more angry. “What? What
Now? Jesus, you are like the ANTICHRIST
Out to crucify me for being hungry…It’s
All this science guy making you think you’re
Smart…He’s playing mind games with you,
My friend. Dude, he is messing with your
Mind because he wants in your pants, Bro,
That’s all it is.” He rolled his eyes and
Cursed hard, looking out the window.” Like
Pizza suffers from Professors lack of
Genitals. He probably wrote you little notes
With a gold star, telling you how smart you
Are too. That’s right”, he nodded, “I bet he
Did! Mr. Sinister Professor is probably
Planning to have you over a big ole slice of
Cheese pizza…”

“Do you hear yourself?” Jon laughed. “Do
You hear how crazy you are talking?”

“Hey, I am just hungry.” Chris said pointing
At him. “I don’t need this Doomsday
Cheese on my lap garbage! Just give me
Some food and shut up.”

“Now see, you are getting hostile because
You don’t like hearing something right on.”
Jon calmly answered.

“What are you a genius psychologist now?”
Chris snapped. “Alright genius…suppose
All this Nazi holocaust pizza cheese stuff
Has some significance…Is there a solution?”
To cope?”

Jon smiled and blinked. “Well…the Professor
Talked about organic controlled farming, something like
The first settlers did…And sports medicine,
Strength training to compensate for genetic
Weaknesses…That modern medicine could
Possibly overcome years of abusive misconducted
Farming and research for wellness.”

Chris hovered with a sneer…The wheels in
His head were turning, but anything could come out.
“This Professor is the Antichrist…And
You…are his bitch. See, I know…Oh I
Get it…he’s using big words to call the
World FAT.”

Jon sighed, wanting to pray. “Why do I
Do this to myself? I swear…the wrong
People come together and its constant grief…
That is why the world is messed up.”

“Hey, if you don’t want to eat…” Chris replied
Sitting back smiling, like he had won something.

“Let’s just drop it and try to move on.” Jon
Surrendered.

“Pizza then?” Mark smiled leaning over
The seat.

“Is there anything else to do?” Jon laughed.
The whole point to make was hysterical. They
See and hear what they want always…and
Move on… “Look, after we eat, just remember
I’m picking up Jessica. She’s hanging out with
Us tonight. So PLEASE…Best Behavior.”

“Like I said,” Chris nodded with a laugh,
“Someone’s bitch…Don’t worry, Bro,” He
Said rubbing Jon’s arm playfully… “I promise
Not to say a word about your indecent
Affair with Professor Holocaust…But
If she finds gold stars on your ass,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He
Laughed to himself. “I swear some guys
Will do anything for good grades.”

“I am really wondering how you think.” Jon
Said.

“Hey, I see the world.” Chris replied fast.
“Everyone is into everything…
In this modern world…anything goes…”

“That’s what scares me.” Jon answered.

Fast Forward. The three friends ate and
Managed to forget the conversation in the
Car; easy distractions make it happen. They
Laughed, they ate pizza…and when twilight
Came and the sunlight faded, Jon checked
His watch. Just after 7. Time to pick up
Jessica…He wiped his face, straightened out his
Grey hoodie, checked his hair then directed his
Friends back to his car and proceeded
To pick up his girlfriend.

Back at the school, Jessica stood waiting
Outside the girl’s dorms for Jon. She
Was very pretty, with long blond hair
And fit like a dancer. Now, she was going
To college for a serious career for her parents,
But secretly she was an aspiring model. She
Was known with her friends and
Throughout the school for posting pictures
Of herself on the internet. And while she
Loved Jon, Jessica was a big flirt.

As Jon pulled up in front of her building,
He saw Jessica tapping her foot impatiently
As she appeared to be texting on her cell
Phone. “Yeah, she looks pissed.” He said.

“Someone’s aiming to please tonight in a
Tight pink dress.” Chris joked.

“Dude, shut up.” Jon pointed. “Remember
Best behavior.” Chris simply held up his hands
As if to say, fine…as he moved to
Sit in the backseat with Mark.

Jessica rolled her eyes as she saw Chris
And Mark ion the back seat and got inside
The car. “Do you guys ever
Wear anything but hoodies and jeans?” She
Asked as checked her flashy new
Watch and put her cell phone in her purse.

Jon immediately focused mon the shiny gold
Watch on her wrist. “Where did you get that?”

She tried to laugh it off. “It was a present.”
She smiled, showing it to him briefly, but with
Great pride; like a trophy.

“From who?” He asked.

“Just a friend.” She shook her head looking
To the backseat. Are we going to a party
Tonight?”

“Hopefully.” Chris teased, grabbing Jon’s shoulders.
“He needs a party, the man needs to relax.”

“Jessica, where did you get the watch?” Jon
Persisted. “You didn’t have it yesterday…”

“Oh…” Jessica thought fast, looking in
The mirror to check her makeup. “I got
It from a friend.”

“Who?” Jon pushed. “Where?”

“From the coffee shop.” She briefly explained.
Jessica worked part time as a barista at
A popular coffee shop off campus. “From
A friend…can we go?” She nodded
Innocently.

He grabbed her wrist to examine it fast.
“That’s a gold watch, isn’t it? That looks
Expensive. Who gives a gold watch as a
Present at a coffee shop?”

“Sweet tip.” Chris replied with wide eyes.
“Must have been some sweet cream.”

Jessica gave Chris a dirty look, then
Turned back to Jon. “It’s nothing…well
Not really. I mean, he thinks it is…”

“He?” Jon asked, confused. Clearly there
Was more.

Chris whispered to Mark, “She delivers
Really good service.”

Again, Jessica shot Chris a wicked look,
Then innocence back to Jon. “It’s nothing.
Just this old guy who likes to come in
And talk to me.”

Jon sat stunned, paralyzed. “What? Who
Is this guy? He gives you…a gold watch?”

“Really good service.” Chris whispered.

“Will you shut up!” Jessica barked at Chris.
“It’s nothing. We didn’t do anything. Well, he
Wants to…but I won’t, of course. Oh My
God, he’s like old and fat, and has
Grey hair. I just make him smile. You
Know how old people are.”

“Old…but not dead.” Chris teased.

“Shut up!” Jessica rolled her eyes. “Nothing
Happened. Can we just go?”

“You took his watch?” Jon couldn’t
Understand.

“God No,” Jessica offered. “He bought it
For me. He wants to take me out to
Dinner for being so nice to him. He’s sweet.
I think he knows people min the city, a
Photographer…”

“What?” Jon asked. “So…are you going?”

Jessica laughed. “Of course. You have to
Do things to go places, Jon.”

“Grease your lips before you go.” Chris
Teased.

“You’re disgusting!” Jessica howled. “I’m
Not doing that!”

Jon turned back to the wheel and
Pulled the car out as they sat in silence.
He didn’t think first on where to go, but
Then decided they had to talk more, so
He directed a course down the backroads
To the ponds, past the school in the
Woods where a lot of kids went to
Retreat. A good out of the way place
To talk, or yell, for now.

“You’re not pouting are you?” Jessica asked.
“Nothing happened, Jon. Nothing happened.
But if I want good head shots, I need a
Real photographer. James knows people.”

“James?” Jon only said wide-eyed.

“Well, I can’t call him Sir now, can I?”
Jessica asked.

“Some guys like that.” Chris said slyly.

“Oh, shut up!” She said giving Chris a hateful
Stare. “Don’t hassle me about this!”

Silence for a few minutes…Chris, of course
Had to break it. “Man…Friends surprise you,
Shock you…Everyone is into old grey
Hair these days. Maybe I should dye mine.”

“What?” Jessica winced.

“Yeah,” Chris said to Mark. “Told you, Bro.
This is how it starts…someone’s Bitch.”

“Don’t call me a Bitch!” Jessica shouted
At Chris. “I didn’t do anything, I told you!”

“Relax, Ok,” Chris smiled, “I only meant
That you and Jon are into the elderly…You
Know, pleasing the elderly…The grey haired
Dudes. Jon’s holocaust Professor wants him.”

“Oh Jesus.” Jon groaned.

“You’re doing something with one of
Your professors?” Jessica asked him in
Disbelief. “And you’re accusing me? Who?
Oh my God, Jon…that Math teacher?
EW!” She thought fast… “Oh, is it that
Track coach that watches all you guys run?
WOW! Oh My God!” She covered her mouth.
“Oh, he’s cute though. What do you do?
Can I watch? Why didn’t you tell me? I
Made out with Kim at the Spring Break
Party in Hershey…”

“WHOA!” Chris howled, with Mark in the
Backseat as they clapped and stomped. “This
Gets better every minute!”

Jon’s eyes went wide. “Who are you people?”
He blinked and tried to think. “Everyone is
Assuming A LOT here…We need to stop and
Think…Wait, you made out with Kim?”

“Well you did it with that track coach!” She
Shouted back. “You’re judging ME?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jon yelled. “God!”

“Really?” Jessica insisted. “Then what is he
Talking about?”

“Professor Holocaust.” Chris said laughing. “That
Science teacher…Collins.”

Jessica covered her mouth. “Oh God! Jon
What’s wrong with you? Is he blackmailing
You or something? Is he threatening you?” She
Sat back, assuming more. “Is that why you
Went to his house?”

“WHOA!” Chris howled, leaning forward over
The seat. “Dude, you went to his house? Did
Jon need a spanking for good grades?”

“God No!” Jon winced, shaking his head. “NO!
Look,” He said pointing to the folders on
The floor. “I went there for that! His notes,
That’s all…For the research he’s doing.”

Jessica looked at the Folders. “Why would
He ask you to hold research papers?
Oh my God, are there naked pictures
In there or something? Is he luring you or
Something?”

“Will you just look at the folders!” He told her.
“And don’t try to change the subject off that
Watch.”

“Well at least considering going out with an
Old man who buys me things, who wants
To help me go somewhere…is better than
Having sex with some old ugly professor
For a grade.” She snapped.

“You guys are NUTS!” Jon could only shout.
“Nothing happened!”

Chris turned to Mark. “Dude, I give you
A gold watch…will you have sex with Jon
So Jessica and I can watch?”

“What?” Mark yelled. “Seriously?”

“No Bro, you got to do me first.”
Chris laughed with hysterics.

“Are you joking?” Mark asked curiously.

“Of course he is!” Jessica shouted. “You
Guys are all SICK!”

“You guys turn everything into a
Sick joke!” Jon yelled. “The folders,
The research talks about a breeding
Management with animals…for generations.
Domestic animals were all made this way…
Inbreeding…line breeding…exaggerating
Features…affecting the food…And medical
Research…sport medicine…years of study.
The professor was compiling data of long term
Effects.”

“Oh shit,” Chris laughed angrily, “Bro,
Don’t start that again. I don’t want
To hear about some brother and sister
Cow making bad babies…Screw that,
I don’t want to hear about Mr. Pizza
Holocaust’s Food issues because some
Professor has some old big fat belly.”
He took on a more serious face. “Now…
Let’s talk about yours and Jessica’s real
Issue here…your old man fantasies.”

“I hope someone beats the hell out
Of your smart ass!” Jessica shouted. “I
Really seriously do! I hope someone
Kicks the shit out of you!”

The long dark road they were on was
Suddenly alive with headlights far behind.
Jon casually noticed…then really watched
Closely as the headlights grew closer and
Closer as his friends shouted…The
Headlights were coming up very fast now…
And he could hear the engine roaring.

“Dude, don’t be all silent and upset now.” Chris
Laughed. “I was just teasing about your
Professors briefs…ha ha.”

The headlights came quick up to Jon’s car
Bumper. It was a larger vehicle, a van
Or a black utility vehicle. “What’s this
Guy behind us doing?”

“Bro, you are way too sensitive about your
Rear.” Chris teased.

The car behind them was so close now the
Headlights filled Jon’s car…Then the driver
Turned the high beams on, and they were
All blinded.

FAST now, very FAST. The vehicle behind
Them swerved and came up beside them.
Then another vehicle came racing up
Behind, and another one behind that one.
FASTER. Like seconds now. The first vehicle
Raced up ahead to the left…as another
Moved up beside them…and the other
Behind…And there were more behind…

“What’s this guy doing?” Jon said squinting,
Trying to see. “What’s happening?”

Jessica was screaming, his friends were
Cursing and jumping around the back
Seat, barking orders… “Stop the car! No,
Don’t stop, SPEED UP! Come on, MOVE!”

Blinding high beams of headlights
Again from behind. The car ahead
Cut him off. Jon swerved the car
To the right and slammed to a stop.
The sounds of screeching brakes.
Voices. Men were shouting. High beams.
Flashlights…Gun fire on the pavement.
FAST. A Black Bar or a bat
Smashed the windshield in, then the
Other windows. Doors were pulled open.
Big tough hands grabbed Jon by the
Collar. He was thrown to the ground. He
Couldn’t see. Blinding light everywhere.
Men shouting orders. Then…a calmer
Voice in the blinding light, “Jon Victor?”

“Oh God, Help Me…Someone Help Me.”
Black out. Silence.

End. Part 1.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=98579

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 5MAY2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (5  May 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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