Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Oberon and Titania…

*SONG* “Magic” by Olivia Newton-John

(*Repost…from earlier this year…February 23, 2017)

Let’s try this one more Time…
Science knows only fragments of
What truly exists…There’s always
Something bigger…Some get a rare
Glimpse of this.

Don’t analyze it, there is no symbolism
Here at all…No one listens…
How many can understand how it
Feels when no one listens?
The best questions your friends and
Neighbors…are: How are you? Are you
Alright? A lot of people are sure
Saying the same thing right now…
It’s like no one hears me…
Give it a chance, and take a minute
And go ask them…not me, THEM.
Go cheer someone up and make
Them smile. It might just do
The world some good.


In Dreams They Come…
Mysterious, with riddles and no reason
But for some it’s a miracle,
Inspiration that drives and compels
To go on when life feels empty
And hopeless, trapped by a reality
Of rules we did not make, of a hell
We have little control over…

A guiding light of Inspiration,
A gift from God, from the Universe?
So many Questions…who, what,
When, where…Always why?
Endless answers, endless possibilities…
It’s different for everyone…

The Bravest go on to live, to
Chase dreams…The weak settle…
I swear settling seems like the most
Painful word to hear…

But for some hope comes in dreams…
It can take many forms, yet it
Always bears the same courageous
Charm that knows no limits or
Boundaries or laws…MAGIC.

In this essence, in magic, that
Comes from dreams…with faith
And a prayer it can do amazing things…
Keep going, you must always
Keep going…that’s what the box says.

Now…the pen is given and guided
By his voice, with a welcoming and
Kinder tone…Varence tells the tale
I asked for.

“It was never my intention to create
A myth or a mysterious riddle…
For Ages the Watchers have been
Held back by binding laws that
Restrict intervention…yet there are
Always chanced opportunities…
Offering ways that we can do
Something…so some of us take that

“As I have said before, or tried to,
We have learned the best way to
Convey a message is through a story.
Believe it, don’t believe it…stop
Now and walk away and chase
Something else…but don’t read on
And complain of cryptic words…
By now it should be clear there’s
More going on here than meets the
Eye…You won’t find the answers
You’re looking for simply in any
Obvious place on pages printed
From the past…The overseers of
Earth bind the truth and edit
Everything to prevent anyone
From discovering things…That’s when
I attempt chance stories throughout
Times like this…to break their

“And for the record, the Watchers
Aren’t Fallen Angels or Demons…
Don’t test my patience with

Ceres laughed as she sat beside
Him watching the scowl on his
Face. “He asked you to tell him
The story of your Oberon…Not
Interject words of your temper…
Varence…Don’t waste time please.”

“I am calmly composed.” He
Assured her with only a slightly
Arched brow.

She crossed her legs and played with
Her fingers over her knee as she
Watched me write. “The impossible
Boy is vexed by criticism…how…
Entertaining.” She threw her
Head back and laughed. “I love it.”

“Vexed?” He said to her with a
Serious face. “You think I am

“This…was your idea, not mine.” Ceres
Said firmly to him then looked to me.
“It’s amusing to say the least.”

“To be challenged by idle minds when
I offer genuine help?”

She laughed again. “Genuine? A rhyme…
Riddles…I tell plainly, you indulge
With words and call it thinking…”

“Would you like to tell the story then?”
He asked her sarcastically. “Will you
Spare nothing of a word of support
For me?”

She eyed him with a sly smile. “That
You would ask me…of this Oberon?”
She laughed. “I had no choice
Nor interest in that idea you had…
And words of support? Ha! I am
Here for him ONLY,” she pointed
To me, “Not you…remember that.
If you want to entertain reasoning
With foolish deductions of your
Identity…only an idiot would try
To reason with fools. Just tell the
Story and stop wasting time…You
Always tell him…who cares what
They think? So yes, I find this
Amusing that now you hesitate
To win over a moment…when there
Are far more important things
To address…”

“Offer me something.” Varence
Gestured with a sincere expression
As he held his hand out openly
In his lap. “Because for his
Sake,” he nodded to me, “You are
Involved too…Now don’t deny it.”
She eyed him fiercely. “Fine.
If I am to take part, for his
Sake I will offer this…He,”
She nodded once at him, “Is not
A Demon, nor Fallen Angel…Idiot
Yes, but not a Fallen Angel. How’s

“Ceres…” He groaned rolling his eyes.

“An idiot for fools to toss coins
Or rings of ideas at.” She laughed.
“Chance reason with him, and you
Will sadly be waiting a long time.
So…save your time, and as I do
And have done so many times…just
Call him an idiot.” She beamed
A victorious smile. “Can we begin
The story now?”

He curled his lips with frustration
With his eyes staring upwards
As if begging for help from above.
He knew arguing with her was
Pointless… “Fine…onwards with
The story.”

“And no wasting time with pleas of
Understanding why you did it…Just
Tell it.” She somewhat growled at him.
“Tell it true…And that’s not me
Asking…It’s what you will do.”

He sighed, but gave in…eyeing me
With a gentle humorous chuckle. She
Did have a way with words, especially
With him. And she was right he did
Always say stop worrying what others
Think just do it…The job, the mission,
Whatever it required, distractions
Just waste time.

His eyes wandered slowly up then
Down, dancing sideways and all around
As he composed the story in his head to
Be written down.
“It was never my intention to impart
A riddle nor cryptic message, not once,
Not ever…to anyone. You must
Understand that. We, I, must move
Carefully in everything I do. To
Encourage the right moment, the
Right dawn of idea is no easy task,
Many argue…Just tell me, give
Me the answer? Would they do it
Then only once…or follow it with a
Thousand more requests? Then
Preach to others of their marvelous
Discovery they solely alone made…
HA! Few give credit where it is due,
So few, thank you…”

“You are babbling again…” Ceres moaned
Playing with her fingers with her
Hand over her knee and eyes staring
Off past the Circle of Light.

Varence paused then went on patiently…
“Consider this as we begin…Ideas,
Inspiration…can you honestly say
From where they come? For with all
Things there is a cause and effect…
A push…and a reaction…Be they
With whispered words, or the
Chance of an image that falls before
The eyes…All dreams come from
Somewhere…Some are independent
Creations of an intuitive mind…while
Others are influenced…Very often,
Too often, the creativity found in
One can inspire countless others…

“There are mysteries in the universe
One day you…and all of Earth will
Discover are not limited to the minds
Of your world. Stories and scenarios
Repeat in endless combinations everywhere…
The music, art and literature of one
World is very much like that of many
Others…If you think love stories are
Restricted to Earth, think again.

“And forgive me again for this seemingly
Strange dialogue…but again I am offering
You a very obvious clue. These musings
Are gifts from a Universal Source…
Art inspires…Visual stimulation is
Very powerful…Anything with the
Senses is. Consider that, really think
About…Eyes and Ears…pause,
Reflect, eyes and ears.” He pointed to
His own then went on. “The mysteries,
The questions you seek…The answers
Are more simple than you know.

“In rare minds are born talent, guided
By time and whatever passion or
Joy or agony they traverse…but more
Importantly they are also relevant
To the solutions for tragic problems
That the logical mind debates
With science. To put it plainly, Bill…

“The box…the locks, the keys…the
Artwork has a power science will
One day know. Songs answer
Riddles…The Forces that shape the
Universe…Time, Light, Sound…The
Visual masterpiece…the words written
Down…and music…These are all powerful
Tools…weapons…and cures to
Anything and everything. Do you
Understand? Heaven grants gifts this
Way everywhere…They can solve
Any problem…There are cures there…
In time they will learn this…The
Greatest works of art, literature and
Music…also hold the keys to all
The secrets of the Universe…

“The gifts granted to the great
Composers will cure many diseases…

“Words can heal…Art can save lives,
In its essence…The alchemy, the
Pencil lead becomes the priceless gold…
Building things…that no logical mind
Could come up with on its own. One day
They will see…”

He sighed, laughed, then sat up tall
And straight… “Every so often I
Chanced to give a message to someone.
Nothing grand, just a taste to chase
A dream creatively with someone
Lost…So here this was, how it happened
With Oberon…”

Ages ago to mortal Earth, but not
That long to the Watchers…It was
Just a typical day of observing and
Recording data for the ships records.

“All demons have vessels to
Record data of Earth’s activity you

“Varence!” Ceres snapped. “Enough
Of your bruised ego. Tell the story.”

He grinned then continued. The words
Take new direction now, to spare his
Ego from brooding.

Varence sat in the Captain’s chair,
Casually observing the surface…details,
Scans, tedious notes taken and recorded.
With lightning speed. Cities, villages,
Countries far and wide…crude
Civilization…Tantrums, barbarians…
Weddings, funerals, births…children
Playing…Tribes hunting and fighting
In the tropics…Brutes and bullies
In the North…Emperors, kings and
Queens in lands with castles and
Taxed slaves…Farming…Hunters,
Gatherers…tales of woe from the poor
And abused…Tales of misunderstanding
And philosophy from those with
More convenient life styles…Those
With money had more time to think,
Preach and scheme…while those that
Were born less fortunate to work had
Less time for games…

The one steadfast constant…hope…faith…
And their polar opposites…greed and lust.
Love was the gamble in between…They
All wanted it, few understood and
Appreciated it…But artists, writers
And composers were always compelled
To paint it…to write it down…to
Sing it or play it with music…
Ah, the reliability of the arts…
To chase love…and thus secretly
Inspire…civilization…Some things
Never change.

He tapped his finger on the console
As the endless data streamed in
To record…It came so fast; individual
Details were scarcely significant…Only
The big picture was clear, how the
Earth was growing, changing. But
Occasionally here and there voices
And faces stood out…from all manners
Of lands, societies and classes. There
Were echoes of speeches and decrees
From the rulers…love songs, brief epics
Of struggle for mortal important things…
That were otherwise meaningless far
Away and above.

Prayers always caught his ears and
Eyes, the Earth of the believers in
Something bigger and better beyond
Measure of what they know. Now
That was merit. If only people knew
How much faith caught the attention
Of those watching from higher

Some thought logic was the true sign
Of intelligence. HA! Logic was a
Bitter scheme of the mind to control
Things, it’s reasoning varied on every
World…and always depended on
Power. Ah, they never learn. Yes, chase
Logic…run round and round, build
Your sciences, chain nature…Faith
Was more pure and passionate, the
Rhythm of virtue and humanity…It
Knew only reason of the heart…
And was a mysterious as the Universe
Itself…there are vast clues there. It
Was much like art…inspired from
Ethereal forces…no reason, no logic…
It was born of mystery…That’s
Why such things are priceless.

As he sat calmly studying the
Data…he saw how the time passed
So quickly there…The time, the timing…
A different measure for the Watchers
Who exist outside of time.

Perhaps it was time again to chance
A brief interaction of inspiration. Sure,
He was plainly bored…It was not
A devious scheme, only a notion…
A random guess. He studied the
Lands very quickly, then rolled his
Finger around and fell to point it
Down upon an old Britain…They
Had such a charming language that
Danced through his ears…words that
Truly intrigued his mind. The
Composition of words to communicate
Is fascinating…because so few
Communicate very well.

Varence slowed down the data stream
For closer examination…In mortal terms
He slowed his view of time to one we
Understood…to minutes, hours, days…
Ah, a voice caught his ears…of a
Writer, poet, aspiring play write…
A William…

Without much though he froze the
Data stream to a snail’s pace…
Mortal time…And listened closely to the
Writer’s mind and the poetic verses that
Ambled through it and struggled there.
The man was very wordy and troubled.
But still creative, and thus receptive.
Perfect! The ideal choice for a dream
To be delivered.

Varence took one of the astral crystals,
Placed it on the panel for sending and
Receiving…and summoned this writer
As he slept, to the Bridge, to stand
Before him in a dreamy state…

Varence sat tall and proud, still dressed
In robes…The drape Ceres had covered
Him with not long ago…to them…He
Appeared quite the sight to this mortal
Man of old Earth…Powerfully built,
Fearless looking, of pale complexion
And an expression of calm amusement.

Camlo was there, his blond associate
Sat stunned at his station in his blue
Uniform as their new visitor appeared
Very shaken. Camlo of course said nothing.

“Where am I?” Asked the man. “What
Is this?”

“You are very interesting.” Varence said
To the man in a tone that was
Mighty and confident; the perfect
Immortal tone. “Your work, your words,
You render them well.”

The man hesitated. He was dreaming, yes?
“Who?” He was nervous to speak, and
Could only take in the strange surroundings.
The sparkling lights of the panels of
The bridge seemed like a magical place.

“It’s a dream you are having,”
Varence assured him, “Rest easy, it
Is just a dream of your Mid-Summer…
It means nothing…”

“Who?” The man wondered with fantastic
Awe as he looked around.

“Ah yes, names amuse you…” Varence
Felt very bored but riddlesome…he
Needed a touch of humor. “I am Oberon,
Lord of the Faire…”

Camlo’s eyes nearly burst. Had he heard
That right?

“The Fair Folk of the Woods?” The man
Asked. “The fairies and nymphs of
Legends old…exist?”

Varence gestured with wide eyes. ‘Here
I sit…You see me…I am as real
As you believe…Whatever your eyes
And ears tell you, that is what I am.”

“Lord Oberon…” the man weakly
Repeated…humbled, fearful, totally in awe.

Camlo was so shocked he could not move.

“Your words and mind amuse me”
Varence said.

“I amuse you?” The man asked.

“Yet you struggle to write down what
You feel…” Varence studied him with
The brave ego of something beyond even
His imagination. “Your words carry
Across many ears…Stop worrying so much
What people think…write it down…Be
Brave, you inspire, so be it and inspire.
Give them something to chase and
Believe in.”

“But I…” The man was just overwhelmed.

“Political unrest and scandals are
Ceaseless…They never change the world.”
Varence told him with a proud tone.
“When art is brave with love it
Has power…it speaks to the heart
And puts courage there.” He leaned
Forward giving the imposing presence
Of something masterful. “Give them
Magic…Tell them tales of Lord
Oberon…Your Kings and Queens
Have no power over me…I watch
Them be born, I watch them die…
Their castles and kingdoms do not
Impress me.”

The man was at a loss of words. “Sir?

“Take this dream I offer you and
Give them Magic…” Varence went on
Dramatically. “Inspire…Test and
Tempt their faith and love…And
Give them Magic. Your world has no
Power over me…I could bend and
Break your world if I desired it so.
Impress me…”

“But lord I am a mere player of words.”
The man pleaded. “I—“

“See this dream as chance,” Varence
Of Oberon imposed upon him with such
A mighty presence it was fantastic, “Life,
The life you live is a game. Rules
Weigh down your reasons…You dare to
Entertain the crown? The crowds? Your
Words put more in their minds than
You know…set yourself free and write
It down…Ages will live upon your pages,
Generations will thrive on what you
Dare to do and others not…Tell them
Of Lord Oberon and shake the foundations
Of their belief…and build dreams.”

The man was at a loss of words…Was
He hearing right? This Lord of the Faire,
Of Magic lore was putting faith in…him?

Just then, from a distance an absent
Ceres was returning to her station on the
Bridge. She had been making a call
Home to her sister when she was struck
By the strangest sensation…a new presence
Among them? She approached the bridge
Slowly catching the echo of the
Conversation on the bridge…What was that
Scoundrel up to now?

“Now listen to me,” Oberon said to the man,
“You are a true master of words, ears
Listen to you, minds dream with the pictures
You paint. But your world is locked in a
Pitiful embrace of ignorance…Limitations
And crude concepts. They chase ideas but
Never manifest the magic. They are but
Puppets to the crowns that keeps them…
Politics…how boring. They dream and
Waste their time not living, not doing…
Throwing tantrums over nothing…idle
Chatter, gossip…preaching…adoring, what?
Themselves? They fight over nothing…
You entertain children. Inspire them with
Magic and turn them into men. Write
About Goddesses and Muses and make
The little girls into women…”

The man was clearly confused, but
Intrigued. “Lord?”

“These children of your world wouldn’t
Know a real woman if they saw one.”
Oberon went on like a grand orator; while
Camlo sat stunned with his jaw wide
Open. “Now…let me tell you about
A true woman…A woman of true
Power and Grace, a Goddess of Nature
Whose beauty shines everlasting above
And through the stars and the sun and
The moon …A woman of wisdom and
Splendor, divine of virtue that could
Charm the wildest wicked beast with
Her song and charms…A TITAN…A
Woman so strong no one dare challenge
Her…All of Nature bows before her,
The Fierce Lions are cubs to her, the
Mighty bears her little babes…let me
Tell you of this Goddess…this TITAN…

Just then Ceres entered the bridge to a
Scene which left her stunned. There
Was a man in a nightshirt standing
In a Circle of Light before her scheming
Coworker…The fool was filling
His head with some terrific game!

But the man’s eyes fell upon her
And went so wide they nearly popped
From his skull. There stood the most
Beautiful, perfect vision he had ever
Seen, nothing could compare to her,
NOTHING! He moaned with awe…and
Some mortal lust.

Varence followed his eyes and
Turned to see Ceres standing there in her
Red dress and flaming wavy golden hair…
A vision…with the expression of
Scorned rage. “This is my—“

“TIT…ania…” The man weakly
Moaned with hungry eyes.

Ceres immediately sensed the man’s
Roaming eyes and childish hormonal
Thoughts upon her and was DISGUSTED.

“No, no” Varence attempted to
Correct the man’s careless slip of the
Tongue. “This is—“

“The Fairest of the Faire, a Queen
Suitable to Lord Oberon!” The man

Ceres gasped and blinked at the words.
“What did he say?”

“The Magnificent Oberon and his Fair
Titania!” The man declared, the sight
Of her filled his head with boundless
Ideas…most dreamy adolescents
Could identify with this.

“Oberon?” Ceres repeated. “Lord Oberon?”

“Have you come to serve your Lord
Fairest Queen?” The man humbly asked.

“Serve?” Ceres repeated with revulsion,
She sensed exactly what he meant
And her stomach turned. She then
Walked slowly into the room…Very
Sultry and frothing with the anger
Of a Tempest. “What has the Lord
Oberon been minding?”

“I am Puck.” Camlo chimed in. “The
Satyr of the Woods…”

“Ah of course attending the Lord’s
Whims.” Ceres nodded as she stood
Beside the throne to eye the scoundrel

“Now this is not as it appears.” Varence
Said somewhat shyly.

“There’s no need for words.” Ceres
Beamed dramatically. “The Lord is
Graced with brilliance, he knows all
And sees all…The Master of Time
And Fate…Oberon is the great bearer
Of words to the Fortunate Few,
Brave hearts needing his guidance.
The wisest of men are but cheats
And fools by comparison…For Oberon
Is grander than all the stars in the
Night sky, and I wake but to
Take in the breath of Oberon…To
Take in his essence, his charms and
Everlasting glow…The God over mere
Men…So fair and handsome no
Words have been made to reflect
His eternal overbearing presence…To
Call him a mere man is but an
Insult…for Oberon…” She played with
Her hair and really played it up. “Delight
Me with words my Lord, thy Grace
And Grandeur gives me life to live…
For I could not exist without Oberon,
I could not see, nor hear, nor feel, nor
Touch without Oberon…Why the
Sight of him fills me with such warmth…
It BURNS…My eyes look upon
Him…and they are on FIRE…”

The man twitched with delight as
He listened to her… “Ah, My Lord…
The Fair Titania adores you…You
Are the Most Fortunate Lord to have
Such a Queen adore you!”

A silent pause. Varence eyed Ceres
And saw no adoration in her eyes, but
Instead an inferno of concealed rage.
“Those words I believe are said
In haste…” He nodded playfully. “Perhaps
You should return now to your slumber
And consider what I have said…write…

“Great Lord Oberon I am forever
Humbled,” the man humbly said, “Oh
Fair Titania…No vision will ever

Varence cut him off there and sent the
Man back to his bed sound and safe
Asleep…Where he would dream the
Dream of dreams!

Silence…Tension filled the bridge.

“Oberon?” Ceres simply asked.

“Now Ceres…” He tried to say.

“Oberon?” She repeated.

“And I am Puck.” Camlo quietly

“Ceres I was attempting—“ Varence
Tried to explain…

“A great talking Phallus!” Ceres
Shouted. “That is precisely what
You are!”

“May I explain?” He begged.

“Can you? Should you? Do you know
How?” Ceres scolded. “The Phallus
Speaks words of reason?”

“Ceres, please…” He said…

“Phallus, please…” She replied.


“Phallus…” She only recoiled.

“Ceres!” He returned.

“Phallus!” She said louder.

“Ceres!” He yelled.

“Phallus!” She shouted. “A great
Giant talking Phallus!”

“Ceres!” He groaned.

“Phallus.” She growled.

“Will you please stop calling me that!”
He yelled.

“Could I? Should I?” Ceres said
As she turned and spun about, then
Looked down at her chest. “Do
Breasts have words also?”

“Ceres!” Varence shouted.

“Phallus!” She shouted back.

“That is not what I intended,”
He defended, “I said TITAN…
I was trying to employ the inspiration
Of a great woman…”

“That is not what he saw,” she
Growled, “These imps and their
Hormones do not think clearly…
Their minds are tainted always…

“Ceres!” He begged.

“Phallus!” She yelled.

“Ceres, please!” He begged.

She turned to bitterly walk away.
“Phallus’s do not apologize…
They rise and fall.” She paused
To stare him down. “You rose…
Now fall…The next time you
Talk about me to anyone I will be
There to make things quite clear.”

Varence rolled his eyes then stroked
His hand over his face fretting
Over consequences…she was furious.
“Is there nothing I can say now?”

“How much more can a Phallus speak?”
She asked. Then she walked away
Before he could answer.

And now, the final words for now…
“You see…she is a Titan, no Titania
There ever was…” Varence said calmly
With the pen on paper here. “But more
Importantly read and deliver this
Message to the eyes and ears…
We were here long before the
First King that ever was…And
Will be long after the last one…
A moment for us…is what for you?
Who sees more? If there was a
Game to play who would win?”

“Mountains will move.” Ceres added
Fast… “This time…Christmas is
In the spring…” She smiled wide.


PS: from my sketchbook:
Rana and the Lion….


Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 19AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (19 August 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 12AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (12 August 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.

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Animals of Noah’s Ark…

***** re-post (with re-name): from November 2016*****

*SONG* “Animal” by Def Leppard–vvf0

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

On the Watcher’s ship…The vessel sent
Back by the Tribunal to repair an intervention…
Poised higher in dimension to avoid detection,

The mighty BR’Riel, noble Ascended Master
Of the Lion Men’s Temple…sat in the
Captain’s chair quietly pondering all that
Had transpired…At the time, everything
Was beyond their control…The Watchers
Had now become players to
A higher power…perhaps a divine plan
To a timeline that seemed incomprehensible…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?” BR’Riel asked.

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

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

“Why?” BR’Riel asked.

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

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

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

She refused to acknowledge or even
Look at him.

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

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

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

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

“Ceres please.” Apollo begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But—“ Apollo tried to reason…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Sara asked.

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

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

“Yes.” He yawned quietly.

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

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

She sat up with surprise. “What?”

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

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

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

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


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


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

“Of course.”

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

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

“I want to bring the children.”

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

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

“I cannot go against God’s orders!”

“And what orders were they?” Sara

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

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


“You heard me.” Sara was growing

“I cannot—“

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

“Sara!” He protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Note from Valiant:
This post is NOT a Doomsday post.
This is just “about the Animals”!



Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Time Machine…

*song* “One More Chance” by Alias

The Manner of distractions has worked
Far too well…no bell, no sound of alarm
Could crack the thick blinders, eyes
And minds that most of the world are set
On now…But then, most people should
Be able to see that.
The point is, it’s too late for reason…
The data streams are changing daily now,
Too fast, along with the weather.

Whether the eyes above knew this would
Happen, time can only tell…Fate is fate
After all…Don’t bother trying to change their
Minds…Just pray you find the right ones…
In time…

The Circle came quick…Light, blinding light…
There were whispers amid the haze,
Nothing was clear at first…just the light…
Voices came through first, his voice…
“Listen and write carefully…no need to feed
The minds with details and too many descriptions,”
Varence said, “It’s the words that matter
Now…not the stories.”

Her voice. “Everything is changing fast.
This should not have happened. It’s
Much sooner than expected.” Ceres said.
“Corrections will have to be made now.”

“But the stories, you said I had to
Tell those stories.”

“No, there’s no time for that kind of
Storytelling now,” Varence said. “Just the
Words we give you,” he said kindly. “Believe
Me it’s better this way.”

“But I can’t see anything clearly, why?
Everything is blurry. The Light is so strong.”

“There’s a reason for that.” Ceres said kindly.
“Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s the connection.”

“Now listen carefully,” Varence instructed.
“Follow the words carefully…listen, just
Listen, and write them down. It will make
Sense later.”

Fuzzy images of their forms moved about.
There were 4 of them. Can’t quite make
Them out…1 is clearly Ceres, the golden
Blond hair and red dress…

“Hello, how are you?” His voice…Brishan
Said kindly…His blurry form seemed to sit
Down in front of me. I’m here. We’re
Still here…it’s just the light is changing…
In you…that’s how we are able to make
The connection.”

“I don’t get it.”

His voice, the echo was strange, as though
It came before the sound. “That’s right.”
Brishan said, he was smiling. I could
Tell, a little laugh too. “That’s good, that’s
Right. Now listen, we’re going to talk you
Through it this time…rather than bring
Out the story.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

Another voice, her form, the echo First…
“The Data Streams changed abruptly,”
Rana said, “There was no time to prepare…
It has to be this way.”


A hazy hand held up. I swear I must
Need eye drops. “The planet is changing
On its own now. It’s sick of the
Noise. The poison was far worse than we
Thought. The planet is reacting to this
And made its own corrections. It sent a
Call to another planet in another galaxy…
For Help, For Advice. The two planets
Share similar dilemmas…Or, at least
Once did. The other planet…purged
The problem.”

“What? That means it called for a
Cleansing, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” Brishan said flatly. “That’s exactly
What it means.”

“But that can’t happen. I saw the future…
That city, the people…”

“Anything can happen, Bill.” Brishan
Said kindly. “Anything is possible. You
Saw a city…with people, yes…Did you
See where they came from? Or how?
The outcome can still be the same, but
The spanse between and the details can
Change any time. That’s the manner
Of a Time Machine…it tends to leave
Out details.”

“So what is this, then?”

“No story, just details.” Brishan said.
“Call it a conversation exchange. In time…
We hope things will calm down and the
Stories will resume…but for now, we will
Simply…discuss a few things.”

“There’s hardly reason, or justice for that.”
Ceres said sharply. Her form, she was
Standing off to the side.

Her voice echoed forward, the roar in it…
“I’ve seen enough of this. We all have.”
Rana said. Her voice was stronger than
Before, more commanding. “Discuss a few
Things? Ha! What for? Are there
Minds there? Some yes, but you have
Yet to reach far. And the ones you
Touch may listen well…but who will listen
To them? What would you have them do,
Be your voice. Your arm, your foot, where
You can not reach? You tell them
Things plainly, and they over analyze.”
She turned to me, although blurry
I could feel her heavy golden eyes.
“And what would have him do, Brishan?
Tell them what? Hope? You said it
Plainly…The words were put plainly…
The planet is moving, the axis will
Continue to shift…The original calculations
Saw it at 12 degrees. It is much
Worse now.”

Brishan stood to face her, it was a
Blurry, hazy stand off…yet still it managed
To be imposing. “Watch what you say!”

“Or what?” Rana returned ferociously.
“You are not protecting him by speaking
Kindly…This must be said right. Just
Say it. Those fools down there were
Given golden opportunities and yet
So many saw it as a challenge. You
Dared to flush out a few toxic spirits
And what you found were hordes of
Raving monsters…whining and complaining
Over nothing…nothing but pointless
Selfish rants…impaled on them
By idiots who plotted to divide
Them all along, misled to believe by a
…chosen one? He was chosen…as a
Pawn for their Cabal nothing more.
Spill those secrets and you will have a
Hellish cauldron boiling over even more…

What they did not count on…What they
Did not see…is that the planet itself
Was aware of this all along…Tap
Dancing on a rock…They are flittering
Candles on a vessel of life…The egos
They have are so huge it’s revolting…”

“Rana, please…” Brishan said.

“NO,” Ceres stepped in. “Let her finish…
I like her way with words.” She smiled,
I could feel it.

The echo to her voice came first…
“They ignore the signs, the planet…
The weather…The stars could change,
Would they notice? Why most of
Them don’t even know what’s in the
Back of their homes, in the grass, in
The trees…Nature has been misplaced
For far too long. Time to fix that…
And if too many are distracted to
Notice, that’s too bad.”

“How bad is it, really?”

Rana paused…She was cautious, I could
Feel that, they were always talking
So carefully now. “I wish I could tell
You better, but I can’t…The planet
Is reacting to the surface. It’s projecting
At least a 19 degree shift now, possibly
21…No science can change that,
Only a powerful spirit can. And
Clearly no idiot, though there are
Plenty of those down there.
There must be a time of silence
And peace to calm that down, can’t
You see that? That is the only way.
The best land date was chosen
To survive an extinction level event.
A business type mind was required
For this, not some hideously corrupt
Cabal. And certainly no madmen
Out to orate to the masses…But if
They want to reject that, fine…All
Other options will be rejected. And the
Planet will simply start over. They
Need to start accepting that the old ways
Are over, they were not working…And
If they won’t see that, then…Nature,
Mother Nature will change the
World…and all worlds…just like the
Story said.

“You knew this all along, then?”

Hesitation. There was some unsteadiness
To the light, a pulse. Rana’s voice echoed
First. She had an intense presence. “We
Knew…we knew the picture, but the
Details were not clear. Do you understand
This? There were so many hostile
Corruptions made, it was ludicrous…One
After the other…You can not play with
Time this way. There are consequences to
Be had. Have you not seen those that
Gave in to darkness now, is it clear yet? Do
Good spirits behave this way?”

“No one will believe that. They only want
To argue here. There are some I have found
Who sense it…but they are few
And far between and they suffer from the
Beating of listening to so much garbage
Here. A lot of people want better.”

“Want?” Brishan asked. “Want…How many
Want, take, have without asking? Is
There wisdom here, Bill?”

“We are all living in Babylon…in Soddom
And Gommorah…and Atlantis here, right
Now…And everywhere there is
A communist of virtue crying justice!
You are wrong and I am
Right…There is no listening being
Done…spare a few, my ears could fall
Off before I had a fair moment aside
From this notebook…It’s deafening…
What they really want…is Flesh,
Pleasure, indulgence…Pride and luxury
Over others…and laugh at others when
They fall…if they don’t take
A picture or video of it with their
Cell phones first…What they really
Want is all of your attention and
Screw everyone else.”

“Is it so much to ask for simpler
Truer things?” Rana’s voice echoed. “What
Do they expect to find…Eden in space?
Do you honestly think anyone would
Offer that now?”

“Some want Paradise. Some live it and
Breathe it. Some are kind and good
And listen always. Some of the Best people
I have known had the hardest lives…

“But Paradise can still happen,
Bill,” Rana’s voice echoed. “If they want
It, it’s there for them…you make
Paradise…It does not fall from the sky
Or find you…You build it…and then
You protect it…” She paused…A
Moment of heaviness. “To each their
Own paradise…and then respect it…that
Is NOT what is happening and the
Planet is responding to it.”

“There has to be something to hope for.
Something to make it happen?”

More silence. That was annoying.
“There is.” Brishan said.

“What is it then?”

“A miracle.” He said slowly.


Some movement…Ceres stepped closer. “Do
You remember when I asked you to
Tell the story of Noah? That you
Had to tell it right then and


“The timing had to be just right.”
Ceres said, then turned to snap, “Shut up
Varence. Not a word about the timing!”
Then she recomposed herself and
Spoke slowly and softly. “I told you…
We told you…how I was here to watch
The animals? That in dire times when
A species risks extinction…then, at that
Moment we are granted, allowed to take
Specimens to maintain their survival
In our Paladium?”


“When the Mammoths fell,” Ceres said
Almost choking on the words. “We were
Not able to take specimens. So we lost
Them…We were NOT told why…But
We lost them…”


“And now,” Ceres went on softly… “Here
You have a chance…One more chance…
You must…you must tell them…
Because in Russia, they are bringing
The Mammoths back…”

“I think I’ve heard this…”

“No, listen carefully,” Ceres said sternly.
“This is a chance for all the world
Right now…to show what they really
Are…what they believe in…by
Devoting their time and care…to open
Their hearts to pray that they bring
The Mammoths back…and find peace
In this…What a joyful time
It would be…wouldn’t it bring tears
To the eyes of all the world if they
Could see little baby Mammoths
Come back and be born again…
One more chance? Can you ask
Them that?

Just ask them to take a moment to
Think about it…how it would feel…
To see those little mammoths? Now
THAT could change the world…
Especially right now.”

“But it hasn’t happened yet.”

“But they could make it happen
If more people came together and
Believed and hoped and prayed.”
Ceres said. “The Earth would respond
To that. Nature would respond to
That…But if they don’t…

Mother Nature knows…She can
Sense this coming…and she will
Explode violently…Nothing is going
To hurt those babies, Nothing…An\
Ice Age will come…but she will
Be kinder with this offer from
Those who have stolen them from

Rana’s voice echoed angrily. “Now
Tell those idiots complaining nonsense
To shut their mouths and pray in
Peace and silence. Enough of this
Garbage…They are destroying this
Rare opportunity with this insane
Noise…There are fantastic
Opportunities here…a new era…Yes,
Planet changes will come…not
Everyone will be happy at all…But
Nature has earned the right for this
Rare gift…Do NOT take it from her.”

“Please tell them to think about it.”
Ceres said. “Believe it…The news will
Come…of the Baby Mammoths being
Born…2019…It will enchant the world
When they come.”

Valiant Thor.

PS: Note from Brishan…check
The Date of the Noah’s Ark story…
You may want to reread it…


Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 5AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (5 August 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…When Giants Walked the Earth…

The Darkest Hours are always
The same…History repeats itself
They bring out the Beast in people,
The senseless rage, the endless noise…
The complaints without end…
And the loudest voices always get
The most attention because they
Insist on it…attacking restlessly
Over and over, crudely…
Perhaps they do this because they
Figure if they attack as viciously
As they can, as often as they can…
Criticism can kill…
Words cut very deeply, don’t they?
Meanwhile they forget they are mirrors
Of their own insults…
It starts to feel a lot like hell…
Don’t Demons behave that way?
Especially when they don’t get
Their way…
First they mesmerize people
With a tempting voice, Telling
Them things they want to hear
Then they possess them…
And then soon you have a horde
Of mindless possessed followers
That will attack anything…
Especially on command.

The smart ones see this but are
Often too afraid of these gruesome attacks…

Remember to think freely…
If you believe your rights are taken away
Then they are…
But if you have the ability to speak
And share your views and go where
You want…Then clearly…
Your rights are still there…
It’s a mindgame…so see it, please.

The Light that calls from the Circle…
He sat waiting calmly with a serious
Expression…Ceres beside him, patient
But without a smile…they made
The strangest pair lately.

No time to waste, the words began, “Just
Please write this down. “Varence said. “I
Know we said the stories would continue,
And they will…but right now circumstances
Call for…something more timely.”

“His brilliance is, of course, eclipsed
By truer cause,” Ceres interrupted with
A sarcastic smile. “It was our meeting
Earlier that decided this…make no mistake.”

He sighed with a smile. “Ah and of
Course Ceres had to share that…Yes,
It was our meetings decision…not
My sole choice for these words.” He
Turned to her sharply. “Forgive me,
My everlasting charming conscience.
How gracious of you.”

“My pleasure.” She smiled.

He smirked. “The Gifts you
You will never know.” Then he laughed.
“Ah, or I should say, you will one
Day know.”

“Don’t tell him that.” Ceres said
With wide eyes. She turned to me quick
“Just ignore his wordiness.” Then
She snapped at him. “Stick to the
Words of choice…PLEASE.”

“My pleasure.” Varence grinned.

“So, no story this time? What is it
I have to write?”

“Well, it is a story of sorts…” Varence
Answered. “I will explain…It is
Relevant, just different. Have you
Heard stories of giants in your history?
They may have been rendered as fables…
But they were not. In fact they were
Age old stories from a lost age
Before your first written word…
From before this age…From before
The Flood…These Giants were
The Nephilim…”

“The Nephilim were the Giants?”

He nodded once before calmly
Continuing. “Now write this
Down, write it this way as I
Tell it…”

“He is not an idiot, Varence.” Ceres
Groaned. “Will you just get on with it.”

He rolled his stare upward and held
It there, it looked as though he were
Counting silently for patience in
His head. “Forgive me for my
Choice of words…Please then…
Let me explain…

“We’ve told you stories of events in the
Past as best we could, downloading
Them so you could share them.
So you could express the sense of
Feeling necessary to relate to them.
History needs to be taught this way…
Not just with numb facts…But in
This case…with the Giants…We can
Not do that.”

There was a pause, a sense of caution.

“Stories with the Giants, with the
Nephilim must be told with great care.”
He and Ceres eyed each other carefully
And silently before continuing. “I will
Try to explain…

“You see, with traditional stories
Regarding humans, standard emotions
Apply…but when you start telling
Stories involving more supernatural
Elements…such as with demons…
Spirits…Ghosts…or the Nephilim…then
You run the risk of opening doors,
Doors that you can NOT control. This
MUST be handled with great care…
No one respects this like they
Should. Communications of this sort
Are very dangerous…For once a
Supernatural doorway is opened, even if
Only in the mind, it is very hard to
Control…or close.

That is why our stories are shared
Carefully…In time your sciences
Understanding of the powers of the
Mind will understand this…some
Books are more than books…Some stories
Are more than stories…you can tell
This by how they make you feel…
They are told in a careful way, slowly…
Too fast and they have no meaning,
No power…These things are very

“Like his ego.” Ceres interjected.

Again Varence smirked, but went on.
“We cannot tell you an in depth
Personal story with names involving
The Nephilim…it would create too
Many unstable doors. And it would
Create too much temptation for
People to dabble with spirits…or
Entertain thoughts of contacting or
Communicating with demons…For
Once you do this…For a mortal human
Being it is nearly impossible to stop…
No ordinary mortal being can control
A demon…it is impossible. They may
However, trick you into believing this…
Such as the Jinn…

Some time ago, I made some effort
To instruct Holy Men on how to banish
Or bottle the troublesome Jinn, in
The Far East…it was successful for
The most part…but some still linger.
The Jinn remain one of the most
Problematic of the fallen…on this
Earth, that is…

It should also be noted that
Demons can traverse dimensions…
Which is why they can be so full
Of tricks…playing different dimensions
Against one another. They improve
Their odds this way…And it is often
Mistaken as a sixth sense with how
They know things…They can not
See the future, they are merely
Glimpsing other realities and
Comparing and deducing inevitable
Results. Hopefully, some of the
Readers will understand what I
Am saying…and therefore stop
Reasoning that the Watchers are demons.”

“I was waiting for him to say that.
I knew it.” Ceres laughed. “He still
Is offended by that. How marvelous!”

Varence ignored her and continued
Nodding at the notebook. “These words,
Believe it or not, will become invaluable
One day…Remember that true Faith
Has an unmatched sincere power.
It gives religious icons and
Symbols their strength…as well as
Swells the fear to go against them…
Dark spirits use that towards
Their advantage…encouraging
Worship, gathering worshippers…
They build assemblies of dependence…
And feed off of it.

This is one of the reasons we always
Told you not to do anything more
Than deliver the message. Understand?

But in time we do still hope you
Will embrace your name as we are
Trying to teach you.”

“The Valiant Thor thing again?”

“You will one day soon have to accept
It.” Varence said firmly, but kindly.
“You do know this…I hope?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Varence repeated.

Ceres held out her hand. “Give him
Time, please! My, you irritate me
So easily.” She nodded to me. “Just
Write what is comfortable, go on.”
Then she turned sharply to him…
“Continue please Great Oberon.”

Varence winced, then went on. It was
Clear he was fighting sarcasm.
“I am not fighting sarcasm! I
Will say what I will…Regardless…”
Then he turned sharply to her. “And
I am not irritating, you simply mock
Me because you like me.”

Ceres jaw dropped so fast and her eyes
Bulged it was almost comical. “I think

He regained his composure and turned
Back to me… “The Giants…

Long ago…as you know, I studied
The Earth…Your Earth…And when
It was new and fresh and young
And the first humans came…oh
It was fantastic to see, to watch
It grow…Here there was this lush
Green planet…with these new
Pioneers…accidental colonists, the First
Adams and Eves…newly Freed
Human slaves…of men and women
Rediscovering each other…conquering
Fears, building bridges and relationships…
But still fighting base programming,
Long held desires and instincts…

It was new…It was SO NEW…
But for them it was also very
Frightening…They knew nothing, but
Had so many questions…and this
Endless thirst for knowledge…
Believe it or not, the first obsession
Was not sex…in fact they were afraid
Of it with each other.
Men and women had a deep
Instinctual fear of the sexes then…
And if you ask me, they still do…
Far too many chase rigid
Beliefs of what they are told should
Be while they deeply fight inside
How they really feel…
Lies and prejudices concealed this
Over the ages…But they never went
Away, they still fear each other.

But that is alright…that is how
Relationships are built…in trust
And conquering fears and insecurities..
When they are ready. And some
Are ready, some never are…While for
Others they simply wait for that
Magic moment…when that right one
Walks in…and eyes lock…attractions
Overcome fear…and similarities align
And build partnerships…But that’s human
Nature…That’s everywhere…
Many worlds have this…”

“And many worlds are very prejudiced.”
Ceres added. “You should be prepared
For that.”

“Prejudice was not invented on Earth.”
Varence laughed. “But that is another
Matter…The Giants…

In the beginning…over the ages, the
Quest they held for knowledge…to
Find out who they were, who or what
They were…what were humans? What
Did it mean? Where did they come from?
Who created them? Were they created
At all? And how long ago? There were
Many many questions. Too many
To find answers to. And too many
Egos and opinions debating on the
Answers…Science offered nothing
But dissection, and that was even
More puzzling…

So that brought them to the pursuit
Of Faith and religion…in many many
Different forms. Unlike Science
The philosophy of religion was
Boundless…life was clearly more
Then physical, any fool can see that.
But when you begin to explore that…
Faith…The Spirit…You find and
Discover Creation…A Creator…God…
And then…Their pursuits for answers
Became even more fervent…They
Became absolutely rabid to find God…
But impatience and impulsive religious
Pursuits never yield good answers…

That is where you, by chance, encounter
And create mysticism…and ceremony…
And from there…answers came.”

Varence paused, reflecting on some long
Held memory tied with some mysterious
Emotion to it, for it. “You have to understand
To study or watch this as a Watcher…
Is not the same as living it…We see
Things from a higher vantage point…not
Arrogantly, but often sadly…because the
Speed is…so different…We see the
Picture as a whole, a collective of
Many individuals forming patterns…
For them, to them, it is a discovery
And truth…but often to us, it is a mess…

In the beginning, of course, they were
Looking for answers…And it was difficult
To conceive where their logic came
From…to lure spirits here, often dark
Spirits through sacrifice and ceremony
And chanting…

The world was full of ego, unruliness…
People were bitter and resentful…
Jealous…There was much noise and constant
Anger, they were so unreasonable they
Would not listen to reason, they cursed
At everything…good or bad, few recognized
Either…they called good things evil and
Evil things good…and they all argued
Endlessly over it…It was fueled by rage
And impatience…They wanted it their
Way, and refused to listen to each other…

Religious sects divided them, and of
Course each thought they were the one
With the right answers and insisted
Everyone else was wrong, evil and abusive
If it dared challenge their own thinking.
Everything was just loud and crazed
Constantly…It was irritating to watch.

And what brought this on? The desire
For the self to be right and have its
Way…and the spirits they lured here…
The First demons…The Oldest of the Old,
From other worlds, other dimensions…
The Fallen Ones from long lost worlds that
Thrived on chaos and torment…For when
The Fallen Ones swell through the land…
It’s much like a dark intoxication of the
Soul…it brings lout the worst in them…

But there are good spirits that come too…
Drawn to try to solve the chaos…Beings of
Goodness…that suffer the greatest weakness
As all things do, good or evil, the temptation
To fall…For love…
Think about those words carefully
Now…Fallen ones…Fallen Angel…
To fall in love…Believe me, they are
Related…The Fall is Tragic…True Love
Should lift and sail and rise above,
Not fall…But unfortunately the romance
Of agony is a long misheld belief…

In the beginning, I had…never seen
Such a thing before…And I never thought
It possible…The Temptation of a Divine
Being to fall for love…with a mortal?
Mortal pleasures are quite intoxicating
For spiritual beings…especially those
Rich with emotions., like the Adams
And Eves…

And I want to make it clear…These
Spiritual beings indeed fall in love for
Both men and women…and are equally
Ferociously protective over them…
But women…The Eves…carry the Gift
Of Creation, birth…And the Eves were
Far different than normal human
Women. They possessed advanced
Supernatural genes…in some ways, even
More so than Ceres, and the women I
Know as human women do…”

“Excuse me?” Ceres snapped. “Superior?
Advanced? Genetically Altered! I saw
The Eve Ship, I saw the Data – !

Varence gestured for her silence and
Went on. “The priests and priestesses
Gave themselves completely over to the
Spirits…mind, body and soul…The greatest
Temptation of all for love in all realms…
So what happened? The passionate
Possession of lovestruck entities with

Women and men…men were drained to
Death from this…but women conceived
Children of ecstasy…

The Fallen, or rather the Angel, fell
From grace to do this…procreate…
And the babies were…exceptional…I can
Not say why exactly they became
Giants…They vary on every world or
Civilization they have touched…But on
Earth they became…Giants…
The children born Nephilim just kept
Growing and growing…nothing could stop
Them…And even more, they possessed
Even greater strengths…and psychic

To the Mortal Adams and Eves, these
Giants were nothing less than Gods…
And no one questioned this. It
Only further validated mysticism…

What could they do? They had
Created a race of gigantic super
Beings that thrived and fed off
Worship, off of love and adoration, lust
And fear…Their very presence
Created riots…people became crazed
Senseless beasts when the
Giants walked the Earth…

Do you understand why I am telling you
This?” Varence paused. “Think of
What life is like now…of what
Is happening? Are there breakthroughs
Of peace? Or rampages of senseless
Violence, greed and protest?

Those that survived, walk the
Earth again …And this is their
Result…I know you want answers,
Solutions, quick answers…But you
Won’t like what I tell you…
When such terrible noise occurs.

If passive peace and good
Nature do not come soon…

So, then, what to do?” He sighed.
“Tell them. Tell people to truly
Believe. Think freely.”



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 29JUL2017

Caption: Nicolas Roerich, Madonna Laboris

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (29  July 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 7 Sisters…

*song* “Always on My Mind” by The Pet Shop Boys

In the darkest Hours of
The darkest Times…Legends Shine Through.
In this they serve to save us,
To inspire and guide us when everything is
Lost or failing…this is what they do.
The weak or insecure fall and fail
By wayward dreaming…
Darkness tempts and distracts you

While the strong persevere,
Light a torch and keep going…
It has always been this way.

That is why you must Light a Torch
And keep going…
See the opportunities to chase a dream.
And ignore those who say it can’t
Be done…

Wishing is fine, but you still have to act…
And always remember a lot of
Things will try to set you back…
Knock you down…But Criticism will kill you.
Dreams are built by those who Forge
Past this…and use it as Fuel…
Stand and Deliver a dream with a song
And keep going…
In the meantime, we can only keep hoping
That there will be more of us
Who give hope with their work and
Dedication…To keep the Fires of hope alive.
And more will learn to stop strangling
And draining it to death…
You get what you give…
So if you constantly Take…You’re
Going to owe a lot one day…

Onward…The Circle of Light…

There they were, sitting and waiting…
Proudly this time. What a strange
Custom this is becoming…through a

Varence nodded with a smile. “That’s good.
That’s very good.” He commended. “I like
That a lot.”

“Yeah, I don’t know where that came
From. Frankly, I would like to just curse
And spit. But for some reason, when I
Write here, the words become more meaningful.”

“That’s the guiding light working.” Varence
Explained as he sat there in his clean
Pressed attire; that white dress shirt and black
Pants. “Do you see how after all these years
It still keeps going. No matter what you
Do, it will keep doing this. It will manifest
In all your work.”


“Yes, “He nodded with a kind smile. “That is
Its mission…And you will find it changing
And growing with you. Watch and see. It
Will be a gifted presence throughout your life
And more…”

“I could certainly appreciate more of that
Myself.” Ceres said sarcastically as she played
With her long golden hair and watched his
Manner.” From the company I keep…It
Certainly appears his guidance is wiser than

“What is that supposed
To mean?” He asked her.

“It means I would prefer such greater
Company, Great Thinker.” Ceres snapped.
“Perhaps you should run through their
City streets naked, screaming ancient
Names and comments…I am
Sure THAT will be embraced quite well.”

Varence grimaced. “Amusing.”

“I find it very amusing.” Ceres grinned.
“Haven’t they heard enough of your thinking?”

A pause. Some silent reflection. Then Varence
Scowled and abruptly answered, “NO.”

“Of course you would say that.” Ceres teased.
As she pointed to the notebook, “He has to write
Everything that you say.” She then turned
To me. “Make sure that you write down
How irritating he is at least once…at least
Write down he is an IDIOT…in all capital letters.”

“Must we do that?” He argued with her. “That
Again? Are you not the one who insists on
Sticking to what draft we have prepared to
Discuss? Then you have to say THAT?”

“It was necessary.” She playfully said.

“Can I ask about the story now?”

Varence pointed to me. “Do you see? Your manner
Is distracting him now…can we end this
Sarcasm between us now? For a while
At least? You know what we have to do…”

Ceres sighed. “Oh, alright! You are always
Making things difficult.” She sat up taller
And played with her hair. “Please continue then.”

“Very well, then,” Varence said returning to his
Prepared speech on me… “We would like to
Continue with-”

“Just a moment…I know you want to continue
With that exploration of legends and history…
But I want to hear something different this
Time. I don’t think this is a fair deal if
I always have to write down what you say…people
May think it’s a game. It isn’t. This is my
Time…People always come at me with questions…
You say no questions…But I want to know
About the 7 Sisters…Why are they so important?
Why do people fixate on that star cluster
So much? There has to be a reason…What is it?”

“It’s not time for that yet, Bill.” Varence said

“I don’t care. This box, this light is pulling
And yanking my head in different directions…
I want 50/50…I’m tired of waiting.”

They looked at each other. “Well” Varence
Asked her. “You are the one who always says
I push him so…What have you to say
To his request?”

Another pause…their faces reflected some heavy
Expressions of careful thinking. “I can not
Say no to his request.” She said kindly.

Varence jaw dropped. “You can not say no?”
He blinked wildly. “You can not say No to his
Request after your insistence earlier? Yet my
Rant and requests are idiotic?”

She looked at him sharply. “Exactly.”

“Where is the sense in that?” He snapped.

“Oh, you lost your sense with that ridiculous
Chocolate cake story.” She said with a wince.
“Would that man have known who you are…
Of course not…They have no sense to think.
They overanalyze things and deduce things
Wrong unless you make it obvious…that’s what
Damaging radio waves do, they distort thinking!
I told you my instincts were right all along…
Keep it simple and to the point…no lengthy
Speeches…Of course they would think you’re
A Demon…they can’t help but think wrong.
You’re an idiot.”

“I said everything perfectly clear for them to
Figure it out on their own.” Varence insisted
Impatiently. “Any clearer or simpler and that
Would be temporal violation and you know it.”

“And again your words drag on…” Ceres said
Rolling her eyes. “Their time is different than ours…
Forests will rise and die under your wit…May
I just have the Book, Please?”

His face was stunned. He reminded me of my father
Watching reruns of MASH…as though he had
Never seen them before. “You can not hold
The Hour Glass! Now who has lost their mind?”

She glared at him intensely. “Don’t question
Great Fool of Mars…Oracle…Martyr of
Saints…Mysterious Whisperer…I said please
Hand me The Book…And close your mouth!”

The argument immediately ended and Varence
Went silent; oh, that was a first – he sneered
When I wrote that too. Then Ceres took
The book and held it calmly, and looked at
Me. “One thing I ask…That if I do this
Now…The course will change…So I ask,
Because I would like to know of you, from
This light in you…and the memories they are
Awakening…of the spirit coming back to you…
That you continue telling…as I will…fair is
Fair…Because I will tell you this…what
You share becomes a part of us too…not just
Tales to share with your notebook…But we
Need to know this too. So, will you continue
If I do?”

I could not argue with her. “That’s fair.

She nodded with a satisfied smile…rolled
Her eyes at Varence once…then took a
A deep breath and focused on the book. Her
Eyes lifted once to me. “I have no idea
What will come Forth when I open this
Book…You do realize that? It will be
About the 7 Sisters…But considering
Current circumstances…and ours, ours here…
Anything could come out…”

Varence looked nervous.


Ceres took a deep breath, closed her eyes…
Then opened the mystic book…
The Hour Glass immediately glowed…
Pages became bright…and lit everything with a
Blinding white light.
The Rocks, The Rivers, The Torrents of Time…
Flowing water, raging rivers…though none
I have ever seen before…Not from Earth?
Waters, rivers from another world…
Other worlds…Pools of Water standing
Still…reflections, ripples in the water…
Of Stars and constellations…
The Sun and the Moon…
Of Planets Blue and Green…
Other Worlds like Earth, but NOT Earth!
Other human worlds!
And there were songs from these worlds.
Many voices singing, overlapping…calling
Out…crying out to the Universe, for
Answers…So many are looking for
Answers…How many?

Too many to count, words are meaningless…
Earth is a reflection of the Dilemma
On all worlds…Politics, Religion…views.

Times will change…The hours of time
As called Forth by the Sun…The
Stars…Children of Men…
Children of the Human race…
The Lost Tribes of Man…
The 1st home was the Native Tongue,
Echoes and Ghosts of the Stars,
Whisper of this and tell stories in dreams…

In the darkest hour of man…
When the rules change
History speaks out to the children…

Of snow in summer, A Pillar of Fire,
Rain of Stones on the Moon…
The Sun will change Time and
Change the World, this world that
We know…This Earth, one of
Many…Seeded Stars across
The Heavens, not all of them even
Know their history…
They search for answers constantly,
As we have here…
And so here it is now…
Humanity’s lost and
Forgotten Ancient World…
The Home of The Legends of the 7 Sisters…

It was a Golden Age of the 1st home,
An age of gifts and blessings…
Technology was booming, humankind
Had reached its pinnacle of achievements…
Earth Tellus…and Tellus Noire,
Tellus’s Green Moon…and the
Second, The King’s Moon…
Civilization had prospered with such
Might that colonies of humans
Spread far across space, with
Pilgrims colonizing galaxies no life
Had ever seen before…
It had reached so far that it
Encountered The Darkness, The Dark Kind…
The Red Eyed Ones…The Green Blood…
A Darkness with an endless
Thirst for consumption and blood…
And under The Masks of Friends
They poured into Human Space
And began their Conquering…
The Great Time of Darkness had begun…

And the Seers saw this…As innocence
In trusting eyes refused to see any sense…
Only the Seers born with the gifts
Of humankinds heightened senses
Saw The Darkness coming…

And The Star Elder Prophesized 7 Sisters
Would be born to a humble man, a
Merchant by the sea…7 sisters born of
Great, gifted with all the talents and skills
And miracles of humankind…And that if
These sisters would marry the Greatest King…
25 Great Children of Men would be born
And become vessels to save humanity
Throughout time…A cycle that would
Repeat…Until the Day would come when
Again humanity would be Free once again
And rise to the splendor it once had and
Continue its legacy into the Stars and
Heavens unlike any other…Then as not
Just saviors of all humankind but other
Lost races in this universe and
Other universes as well…

The endless cycle would repeat this way
7 Sisters…To have the 5, the Hand of God…
5 of Mighty Gifted Grace with
Valor and Might and Magic Unmatched
Like the Stars, the Stars above…3, the power
9 to rise above…The 9 divine…
In 12 tribes, the higher 13…
To rise even higher…25…
25 children…25 in all to guide and
Save us…

Many laughed at this and threw their
Heads back and said how ridiculous…
But those without senses always laugh
At what they can not see…
And that’s a key there…they can NOT see…

But Faith always triumphs over such
Naïve minds…Faith is a power that never
Breaks in the brave of heart, time and
Time again tells this. That’s why Faith
Is always there to greet new life and
Comfort those at its end…
Those who walk without Faith walk with
Darkness…There’s no light there…

And the Star Elder called them
By name…he always knows their

Born to the humble man…7 beautiful
Daughters…the 1st, Orinopethia…
Fair and lovely and wise…but strong…
She was of grace and strength…
And from her came The House of ‘O’,
Of Orin and Odin’s sons…
The Mystic House and Legends…
But she was barren for many years
When she married the King
Before bearing his Fourth son, Verge…
And the fair Venus…and one more,
Whose seed spread into the Universe…

The 2nd, Kristania…
So fair and Forever kind and
Gifted with grace and magic unlike the
Others knew…Her hair was pale gold
And eyes like crystals…
She sang the sweetest songs…and
Bore the First son, Valiant…Then Brishan
And Kierista, then Ceres and
The last and youngest Briarin…

The 3rd, Melania…
The Melody of the Sisters, who had
The sweetest voice, the voice of reason
And truth and song…She was fair
And beautiful…Reason followed her
Wherever she went…And prophecy
Filled her eyes…The 3rd daughter
Carried the power of three…with 3
Children…The 3rd son Vulcan,
The daughter Chantala…and the last
Who rose The House of ‘M’
Legends to the Stars…The Travellers…
The Builders of Empires…
The Mighty, the Strong…A name to
Resound and sing through history
That at when times of great darkness
Came…brought New Hope…And would
Call out to the Stars for Help…
No magnetism could match this…
The 9 would hear this call…as would
All 25…and return to it, to her, for her,
Melania always brought hope
And sounded the call…

The 4th, Ariana…
The Fair, the Tall, the Wise…the Healer
Mother of the 2nd son, Valor
And daughter Damara…She was kind
And faithful…an inspiration…And
Always shined this way…

The 5th, Raina…
The Sweet, and Kind, and Tender,
Forever the song of Love in her
Heart…could charm the wildest
Things…Mother of Rana…
Charmer of Beasts, Charmer of Angels…
Mother of the Legend, The
Forbidden Tale…of Ariel…
The Nephilim knew her name
As she bore the First…

The 6th, Arsades…
So proud and strong and noble…
Power echoed through her name…
She bore the 5th son, Volt…
And the strongest daughter, Diana
And Evangella…and carried within
Her the blood of the Royal lines
That spread throughout the Stars…
A name given to Royals…
Again and again. Fairer than Fair.
The Stars were in her name…

And finally, the last daughter
ELana…Magic was in her name
And followed her wherever she went…
She had the gift of song as did
All the daughters and passed it on
To her daughter Vala…And to
The House of ‘EL’ that spread
Into the Stars…The Voyagers, The Pilgrims…
That seeded many worlds…
That carried on the human line
In the Pleiades…

The Legend of the 7 Sisters is a Tale
That echoes through time…Other Worlds
Know it…though by other tongues and
Names…All languages translate
Differently into English but all
Have roots in the Danu, and the
Tribes of Dan…The Tuatha…
As all should know…but like most
Legends, they were lost over the ages…

But when a song appears, it casts a
Spell in voice so strong, senses hear it
Beyond the ears…and the soul knows
This…where Magic and Faith dwell…

These 25 children were different…
Called by the Star Elder…Some were
Lost in the Fall of the First home…
And forever drifted to the Far corners
Of the Universe…Until the Day would
Come again when they found each other
Again…When the Stars align…
When the names Align…
Even in an age of Darkness or
A realm of the Dark Kind…
If and when all hell broke loose…
Nothing could stop the 9…

When A name appears, A call has sounded…
When they come together…watch out…
Heaven and Hell would stand still
For that show…Mountains Move?
They could move a Universe.

It’s a good thing everything is peaceful now…
Because if it’s not…Stand Back…
Worlds are going to Move…



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 22JUL2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (15  July 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…13 Bloodlines…

*SONG* “Pop Goes the World” by Men Without Hats

His mind was more powerful than before,
I could only guess this is what he wanted.
“Start writing.” Varence said, as he sat in
A chair in the light. His expression was
Unbreakable, more confident than ever.
“When you feel tired, I will give you that
Extra boost you need.” He said nodding
As a smile slid across his face. “Ah you
Think it’s over but it’s not. Believe it or
Not…everything is perfect. It may not feel
That way but it is.”

“You know what I’m thinking so why
Should I ask?”

“It has to happen this way.” He nodded. “It

Ceres sat beside him with her arms crossed
Making this sarcastic smirk; she was doing
That a lot. “The way you plan things…
Always so painfully.”

“If we do this any other way it won’t
Work.” He said to her.

“The Master Planner…” She laughed then turned
To me with concern. “So, tell me what has he
Done now?”

“I’m tired of writing those stories that book
Rips from my head…I don’t like it and I
Don’t think it’s fair. I thought this was
Supposed to be about you telling me about the
First home…and the 7 sisters.”

“They’re not ready for those stories at all.” Varence
Said. “Not in the least.”

“Why? I heard them since I was little, or
Younger…at least part of them. Why aren’t
They ready?”

“Those stories are special,” he said, “We
Don’t tell those to everyone.”

“I don’t understand, I thought you said
You had narrowed it down to the right ones

“There is a process of information first.” Varence
Explained mysteriously…as usual. “And you still
Have to learn to ignore them.”

“Why is that so important? I’ve been doing this
For 5 years…I thought you said the
Tests were over?”

“We have to discuss the 13 bloodlines
And significance of that right now…
While we hold the right eyes and ears
Before the changes…the timing…”

“13? That again…That number keeps
Coming up everywhere…It’s always followed
Me. Why?”

“There is a very good reason for that,”
Varence nodded once, “I will explain it…
It has to do with the first human
Bloodlines that settled the planet…The Adams
And the Eves…and then, the starchild

“There are 13 bloodlines?”

“Why are you wasting your time explaining
This?” Ceres asked as she casually shook
Her head and gave a swatting gesture towards
The notebook. “You can state things a
Thousand times, the facts will still fall on
Deaf ears. They’re not listening to your
Thinking. They’re pulling apart your words
And analyzing it wrong.” She turned to me
Abruptly. “How many times has he said
Take it as I say this? His riddles are
Incomplete verses that is all. The words that
The meaning here we are sharing are for a
Generation yet to come…So I will state it
Without playing games…This, and always
Has been for future generations…There are too
Many minds in your present that see
Things that aren’t there.” She turned to
Varence with almost a snarl-like expression.
“Lie to them…They’re more likely to believe
That than the truth.”

He paused for a moment then smiled, it
Was almost like a quiet victorious sarcastic
Smile…then he slanted his brow and leaned
Forward. “Very well…I will put it this way…
Everyone on Earth is so brilliant…species
From across space travel here to observe
And watch everyone secretly with their
Highly advanced sciences…” He arched his
Brow comically. “They are amazed by Earth’s
Superior culture and unique thinking…
At how fantastically you all get along.
They marvel at your beauty and grace…
And desire it desperately for themselves…
So they can revere it endlessly and tell
Amazing stories of how every single
Soul on Earth is so awesomely special
Beyond the rest of the universe. Every
Race in the universe wants to rush here
To devote their full time and science
To fix and cure every single minute
Malady on Earth, to cure all your
Problems, to make your lives easier…
Because the rest of the universe exists
Solely to please and serve Earth!
Every man and woman on Earth is
Special and unique beyond words…far
More worthy than any life elsewhere…
Why all of space and time should stop
To solve Earth’s problems! Earth’s problems
Are far more important, more worse
Than any where else…Earth is the
Center of the universe!
The universe is full of kind, benevolent
Beings that exist solely to serve Earth,
To visit you, to touch your dreams and
Tell you how special you are…Every
Race in the universe is in awe of every
Single person on Earth’s exceptional
Perfection…their wisdom, their mastery
Of reasoning and wit. It exists nowhere
Else. Please, Earth teach the universe
How to think! Tell us how you suffer
Each and every day far worse than
Anyone else in the universe!
All alien races can stop all manners
Of their pursuits…because lo and
Behold we have found the Earth…The
Greatest Treasure trove in all the
Universe! All of the answers to all
Questions lie on Earth…We
Should all descend at once and beg
For Earth to PLEASE interact with
Us…” Varence paused and leaned
Closer… “How could we possibly not
Want to be a part of Earth’s problems
And social exceptional wonders…of
Each prized personality…The rest of the
Universe is so vastly inferior…We can
Not wait for Earth to teach us, and
Share their wonders with us…Oh how
Richer we shall be for it.”

Ceres scowled at his over-worded speech.
“You sound utterly ridiculous. I said lie
To them, not sound like an absolute

“But tell me,” Varence pointed sternly
To the notebook. “Is that how they
Behave or not? Do they not want
Some magic pill to cure their lives so
They have to make no effort because
They believe the universe exists solely
To save them?” He paused angrily. “Perhaps
They should reflect more on reality and
Those who truly work to fix their lives
And shape things rather than spend
Time endlessly wishing…Wishes do
Have value…when good effort is put
Into them! Remember that.”

Ceres held her breath as she watched
His nostrils flare, she had never seen
Him so angry…Yet part of her seemed
Amused. “Are you well?”

“There are moments when I question
It.” He said as his eyes rolled upward.
“The efforts put forth…”

“You are the one who suggested
Such great faith in them.” She pointed
Out. “You are the one who said not to
Care what they think…”

“Excuse me, but even I sometimes
Come across a mind that is so…” He
Paused struggling to find a word. “Full of
Waste that I cannot believe it.” He
Turned to me. “We are always taught
To ignore such minds…For the one that
Constantly insists for a solution is the
Greatest one to fear…They are monsters
In the making. You must learn to raise
Yourself up…If you cannot…What do
You expect to find in life…let alone
In the vastness of the universe?”

“This is true.” Ceres agrees. “What
Exactly has him so heated? They surely
Cannot expect that all of their
Problems will be solved by those from
Other worlds. They cannot be that
Hopelessly foolish? Have they never thought
That their own problems are but
Minor reflections of greater, more
Dangerous dilemmas and chaos going
On constantly in the universe?” Again
She paused to study him, his expression,
Then mine… “Surely they must
Sense there are dangers out in the
Stars, don’t they? I’ve watched them
Only in glimpses…these people, but
That was long ago…and how they
Treated animals…but I mean seriously…
There must be those that realize the
Common sense of mirror images…of
What reflections teach…and patterns?”

“Patterns? And reflections?”

Ceres nodded. “One of the first ways we
Are taught to learn is how to recognize
Our own behavior and learn from it…
Reflections teach us…and patterns…I
Mean…if you cannot see this how
Can you learn? It would be a world
Of endless childish behavior and demands…
Complaining and whining…I thought
You said they have atomic power?
They must be beyond even basic
Learning principles…You make it sound
As though they marvel at overcoming
The slightest step of ego…”

“You would be amazed.” Varence only
Said. “You are too accustomed to
Advanced races…Such personalities of
Higher merit would see the Earth as poison…
Only other corrupt races would be
Drawn to it…as I have pointed out…
And aided in shaping it…That’s why
It is a mess…They maintain it this

“That’s why you always tell me what
To do…or how to do certain things?
And not write everything down.”

“No,” Varence corrected, holding up his
Finger. “I suggest…I do not tell or
Command. The choice is always yours…
I have been trying to guide you as
We were taught…Hopefully others
Have seen this as well and not regarded
It as some rancid fictitious story-telling
Because I did not tell them what they
Wanted to hear.”

“I wonder…”

“As do I…now.” He laughed. “But
Then this is a process…As I said, it has
To be this way. You must learn to
Ignore frustration…and above all ignore
Anyone who makes false claims and
You must keep going…for the sake of
The others.”

“The others?” But I thought you said
This was about the 13 bloodlines?”

He nodded. “Now that brings us to the
Worthy dialogue…The true part of
This message.” He turned with a laugh
To Ceres. “Dare we take up precious
Time. Thankfully some are paying
Quite good attention…” He turned back
To me and the notebook and smiled
And arched his brow. “Thank you

“You know people always ask me to
Ask you things…”

Varence held up his hand. “And you
Can file all those questions under 2019…”


“Never mind.” He said, shaking his head.
“Now…just write this down…and as
If it were a story, ask no questions…and
Please try to refrain from adding your
Personal comments to my words when
You write…This is important…” He
Looked at me, I nodded quietly… “Alright…
Now…The 13 bloodlines…”

From the beginning when the Earth was
Settled…There were 13 distinct human
Bloodlines…There were other subspecies
In the Eves…but only twelve, along with
The Adams were human…The 13th
Bloodline came with the Star Pilgrims
And is and always has been…The
Starchild bloodline.

Features of the purest blood are always
Demonstrated, or rather…surface in
Specific ways…physical features or
Traits…like lines on the face, the shape
Of the face…The shape of the hands…
Those are quite obvious signs.

But over the ages all of these
Bloodlines have crisscrossed, I believe
That is the right word…they have even
Crossed with the Starchild bloodline…
Now although these lines were diluted
Over time…The basic principles of human
DNA…to rebuild itself…has rebuilt
These bloodlines over time…

This has been studied with abductions
For ages…But I believe now they
Are doing it more openly on your
World with studies of ancestry…and
Family trees? Taking DNA samples
With vaccinations…because they are
Desperately trying to understand what
Is going on with human DNA, so
They can learn…or aspire to attempt
To control it.

“That’s quite an ambitious attempt,” Ceres
Added. “For a world with so many problems…”

Varence just went on kindly gesturing
For Ceres to let him continue… “Now
Listen this is important right now…
RIGHT NOW…Before the numbers
Change and the readers change…
That’s fine…those that are meant to
Find the words will find them,…They
Have to think…they have to use their
Instincts…more will be doing this now
With the coming Earth changes…
Do not try to argue or defend your
Words, these words…Just write them
Down and keep going…
Fools will over-analyze the words, let
Them…ignore them and keep going…

“The world is changing and will continue
To change…Senses will be of key
Importance for survival…Those who
Know how to do this will have no
Problems while many will misguide
Others into pitfalls…You can’t force
Anyone to think a certain way…
You will continue to share stories…
Take them for what they are, not
What others insist they think they are…

“Now for the details…
There are 13 bloodlines…The number
13 finds its way into many things…
13 families…that rule things…
Echoing shades of forefathers they
Never knew by wayward worship
That will fail, is failing…
They are being used by outside
Sources for fuel…and data collection
On the evolution of the species
On this Earth…

“Oh, and yes…there are other Earths…
Or variants of Earth…Earth means
Homeworld in some languages…take
That into consideration…

“13 families
13 bloodlines
13 family trees
13 tribes…13 colonies, 13 grandmothers…
13 lunar months…13 astrological
Signs…Aquarius and Scorpio rulers…
An Age of Aquarius has begun and
Did so with this current wave of
Change…and more to come…
13:13…a clock, a time to watch
1:13…3:13…, 13, 2:12…
13 hands…13 stars, or constellations
Rather…upon the harvest moon they fall…
These numbers align…
The dialing sign…To call a distant
Star…The number 9…divine…
3…3…3…The power of three…
In a circle, or a triangle…
These forms align power…
Through a vessel that’s sacred geometry…

“There are 13 that must come together
From these bloodlines in order
To make contact…If they do not or
The wrong ones come together, it won’t
Work…Worst fuel of fire,
2 Aries together…It’s always best
To keep complimentary configurations
Together…Or else their forces
Will be drained.

“I refuse to give or yield those
Configurations of the signs…ego will
Always attest they know more…even
When the stars deny this…

“Just remember…13…13 of a
Rainbow tribe of bloodlines can make
The call…Royal blood is irrelevant.
Royal blood is only key if born
Under ruling signs…
Others are irrelevant…

“Now…if they want facts and
Information…Fine. I will bend and
Twist their minds here…
If they had been paying attention
To previous messages they would
Know there are NO LIES here…
The laws of physics no longer apply…

“The planet is moving…It wants to
Move…and will continue to do so…
That is the cause of all geomagnetic
Instability…earthquakes, volcanoes…
The weather…
Seasons have no sense now…
Remember what you wrote about the
Prophecy Cave?
An early snow…Snow where it
Has NEVER snowed before…
A pillar of fire…
An early frost…warning signs…

“The climate isn’t changing…
The planet is changing, permanently…

“From our analysis…we expect
The greatest shift to occur in 2019…
So they still have time.

“And if there are those who want
To chase fantasies of their own
Reality taking shape…consider it
Another way…chase your dreams
And make them happen, they won’t
Fall into your lap…

“Like a Wonder Woman once said,
‘When you’re doing the right
Things…the right things happen.’

“Don’t blame others for your problems,
Try to solve your own…
And just maybe, just maybe
Something right will happen
To aid you on your journey…

“Everyone has to find their own
Answers…Doesn’t everyone want
Their own dream?
Think…These are common sense
Principles, this is not magic…

“If there are fools out there
Ranting and raving poison,
Poison is their nature. Stay away
From them. Think. Use your instincts.
In these times of changes there
Can be answers as well…

“Remember our earlier messages?
That we helped tell earlier?
This can be a fun, easy process…
Or it can be painful…
If you think the universe is
Granting kindness to idiots…
You are sadly mistaken…
If anything the universe will
Reward idiots with the great reward
Of nothing…
Believe it or not there are great
Benefits of learning to improve
Yourself…Good teachers teach this…

“A good teacher will help show you
How you how to think better
For yourself…
A bad teacher will tell you how
To think their way…Avoid them.
We share these stories to inspire
Not tell how to think.
But ah yes, of course they will
Argue that’s what we are doing
Right now…No, because at any
Moment the eyes and ears
Can stop reading and move on
To something more indulgent…

“Are you there to learn, or be

“Lastly…I will come to a close
Once again with the 13…

“The power of 3…starts things…
3…3…3…has even greater power…
9, even stronger…
Imagine when 3 are carefully
Spaced apart…And when they
Come together…9…13…
That is the dialing process…
The numbers and sequences are
Right there, they always have been…
Remember it’s always about
Together…9 can change 13
Into 13 strong…so at least 9
Have to be true. Do you understand?

“We are offering this not to confuse,
It’s not a riddle. Yes, to you it
May seem like a riddle because
You have to think a little…
But for us it’s common sense…
How frustrating for us it is to hear
They are being so cryptic!
How obvious do we have to make
Things? How many times must
Things be misunderstood?

“We are building bridges here…
Sharing stories to teach, to learn…
To open senses, feelings…
And leaving a trail for those to
Follow that come after…long after
We have gone.
Few understand this. Most just want
Easy answers…Well easy fast answers
Come with no appreciation and a fast
Senseless crash…

“The stories will continue. This is just
A brief respite for simple…SIMPLE
Exchange to correct misunderstanding.
Consider it lucky, it may NOT come
Again. What inspires us? Those that
Listen carefully…And those still to come
Who will need it even more.”



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 15JUL2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (15  July 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 Real Hunger Games…

*SONG* “Miracle” by Bon Jovi

Tick Tock…Tick Tock…
We live in a modern world of fantastic
Invention and technology…almost is consumed
By the sound of all things digital…
Addicted to cell phones, addicted to computers
Secure with the belief how easy it is
To do things now…
It is hard to find anyone of skill that
Would prefer a pen to a tablet for work…
Everyone is a digital mastermind…
Because everything is digital…
And therefore because of its speed and
Vast database it must be honest…
Only a fool would believe this.
Deception was a trade long before the
Written word…masterminds only become
Sharper with each age…
When in fact it is far more easier
To manipulate anything digital than
It is in hard print.

Public technology is at least 20 years
Behind what hidden sciences can really
Do…There are weapons of biological, mass,
And mechanical or digital destruction
That can kill…in an instant, or quite
Close to it.

The Men in Black know this you see…
Which is why these posts have always
Been for them…They seek other sources
Of information. They do not care about
Delusions or perceptions of what exists…
They want something they can use…
That is why skeptics and fact checkers
Are irrelevant…This is beyond government,
Beyond science…This is about games
Of control beyond all comprehensive

Pen in hand…As the Master, the Ascended
Master said…From the mind down the
Arm through the hand through the fingers
Through the pen to the paper…this is
How it comes…write it down. Deliver the
Message to them from the light…No

The Circle of Light…
Commence…again it’s different. Pure
Construction. They were waiting. First one,
Then two, three…Varence, Ceres, Brishan…
And now Vala stood with them. An audience
This time? Or jury?

They stood together tightly, eyes roaming
To each other cautiously. What were they
Planning this time? This is not the usual way
Of telling a story…

Vala, radiant, a tall elegant tower of strength
With her wave of honey colored hair framing
Her bewitching smile and shimmering
Golden eyes and beautiful face stepped forward
First. Her voice a melody, not humming, but
Different here…A mesmerizing tone with
A voice that resounded like music echoing
In a cave… “What way to proceed this time?”
She said, “What way to work, to see it
Done? Not just shared or written down…
The chaotic Stormy winds are brewing
An over abundance of analytical contempt.
Too much thinking of what could far
More simply done.” She turned to her sister.
“Isn’t that always the case?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Ceres simply said,
Stepping forward to stand beside her, holding
Her hands on her hips as she watched me.
Then she folded her arms across her chest,
She was not happy. “Didn’t I?” A quiet
Pause. “I don’t like this. It’s too complicated.
This is not a bargain. It’s not about winning
Attention…It’s about making a point.”

“He needs to say this…NOW.” Varence
Only insisted.

“That again?” Ceres said turning to him sharply.
“Your argument of timing things?”

“I know these matters well.” Varence
Defended pointing his forefinger firmly to
The floor. “Have I been right so far? YES.”

“If it is to go forward this way, we
Must arrange a few things first…
Just some words to guide the meaning
Safely.” Vala said.

“Agreed.” Ceres nodded. “As good as
It can be done.” She smiled widely.
Her usual smile…that was absolutely
Untamable! “That, it must be…”

Vala stood in the center of the circle…
“And now this is how we must begin…”

This felt definitely different, strange…
“What are you doing?”

Varence held out his hand to suggest reassurance.
“Just write it down…don’t resist it. Write it,
Watch, observe…You will see…Just write…”

The Circle seemed to shimmer…
Vala’s gaze, her eyes seemed a glow with a
New intense fire… “Hear these words
I say…” There was a vibration to her voice,
Indescribable. “We set these wheels in
Motion once…but shadows dared to break it.
Cast out shadows…Silence their snarls,
Their bitterness, their hate…Quiet them
With ears that can only listen…Every word
They utter from this moment on in
Attempts to strangle truth shall rattle
To meaningless babble…Silence their
Ears, their tongues, their throats, their
Minds of hate and rage…Silence them…
They will yield to my voice and hear and
See reason and peace now or their minds
Will fry still by Freedom’s Fate…It’s time
To quiet this menace now…Bend it. Break it.
Snap it back and forth…Cast light on
Grim shadows and bind them with light…
Cast light on poison tongues and mute
Them …or turn every word they utter into
Babble…Shatter the shadows curse with
Rays of light and freedom songs and
Fall all soldiers of shadow down on to
Their knees…Make them see. Make
Them see…It’s time for silence and
Stillness now…All shadows and shadows
Soldiers fall silent now…Bounce back
Their poison at them and backfire in
Their face…No spell can bind these words,
These are of fates and freedom’s song…
Let darkness have no power now…
Shatter it with light…
Fall all who dare to challenge me
With silence…Mute, deaf, dumb and blind
Them if need be…Light push shadows
Away…Be blinded by the light…Let all
The world sing songs again of joy and
Laughter as though they had never
Heard them before…
Put Darkness and Shadow in a bottle…
And Silence it out…For if you Fight
These words of Peace and Freedom Pain
Shall Grip you…with no relief…Until
You write in peaceful song…
You can not Fight these words Grim
Shadow…All blood curses I break…
Dark Magic has no power now…Fall
To your knees and break…
This is an age of Light…The Light
Is coming…And if you do not wish to
See it…then run and hide From it
Now…minds Fry…The poison will die…
If you try to Fight the Light.”

A hum. A pause. Something seemed
To happen.

Then Vala stepped closer very kindly,
Her expression softer. Magic was in her
Eyes. “When this is done, Bill. Play a
Love song. And see it come true…Tell them
All to play a song they love and see
It come True.”


“And now…” Vala blinked calmly, her eyes
Became mild and wide… “We can
Begin…” She turned and strolled about
The Circle of Light…and it grew wider,
Spreading upon a space that was like
A stage…

She was directing things here, that
Was very clear…Ceres, Varence and
Brishan took seats to the left as though
They were now an audience alongside
Me as I just watched and wrote. Vala
Stood calmly with her hands folded in
Front of her, though she did adjust the
Long soft looking fabric of her long
Pink dress; I think it had tiny golden
Lacing with beads on it, not sure though.
She waited for a moment for everyone
To rest in their seats before continuing.

“Ready?” She asked me.

I looked about unsure. Was there a
Choice? “Uh…yeah.”

She smiled slyly. “Now this part
Is…rather delicate. We had to take more
Careful precautions to tell this…You will
See why.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” she said, “Not at all.”

“Just write what she shows you, Bill.” Ceres
Kindly assured me. “Don’t worry.” She
Tapped her brother’s shoulder. “Besides,
Brishan has ordered rather merciless
Punishment if anyone creates any form of
Grief or problem.”

Brishan kindly but sarcastically looked at
Ceres. “Thank you for expressing that now
Out loud.”

Vala’s pose commanded the attention. “Now
We have a little story to show you…but
First a few points,” she playfully rolled her
Eyes to the side, “For their sake…” she pointed
To the notebook… “All those eyes
And ears out there.”

“To show me?”

“You will see.” Vala nodded. “But first I
Would like to address a few points to
Your secret sciences.”


“First,” Vala smiled, “despite what they
Think they are still…and will be…at least
30 years away from discovery breakthroughs
Of any significant merit with brain

“For example…any and all experiments
Conducted in secret and hidden from
Others will fail…Not until scientists
Honestly and openly come together…Then
Freedom will sing a song unlike they
Ever heard.”

“Okay…” I kept writing…

“Now for some secrets…” Vala
Turned and waved, and
Immediately a view screen
Almost seemed to appear beside
Her, to her right.

“Your dreams…They showed you
Experiments…And to any
Of those caught in furious frothing
Imaginary legends of the mind…

“There is no science that can
Or will control a demon. Higher powers
On both sides would not allow it.
If, by chance…a supernatural being
Would agree to be caught…they would play dumb…

“In other words…Yes, your sciences
Unfairly manipulate the populations of the
World…technology is a curse as well
As a blessing so they will see.”


The screen began to flicker then
Came to life depicting some image…A
Scene of wilderness, lush, green…
Some place remote?”

“The Hour Glass,” Vala said pointing to
The distant shadows outside of the
Circle of Light, “is over there. On the
Outside…on one of the control panels. It is controlling
The screen that you see. This way all
Of us here can experience it…
This is vital to our cause.

“Please just write it down as best you
Can…Don’t fight it, or find any fit
Whatsoever to weaken you…Just write
It down…Please…


Her tone was mesmerizing… “Now
Focus on the screen you see…and
Think of nothing else…” She watched
Me and waited…then said, “Now
Begin…Tell them exactly what you see…”

The View Screen of the Hour Glass…
A wilderness scene…
It appears to be dusk, there are trees, lots
Of trees…conifers, evergreens mostly…Pine?
It’s heavily wooded…There’s a man, a young
Man, I think, kneeling on the ground, he
Has a black hood over his head…his hands
Are tied behind his back?
There are other men there…tall men, older…
Four I see…dressed dark, dark jackets…Almost
Like a dark camouflage type…three of them
Have covered faces…like ski masks, leather?
One man in the center has no mask…
He has gray hair…same type of clothing
As the others…He’s grinning…He has a
Bird, some type of big bird…a gloved arm…
It looks like some kind of golden
Eagle. It’s huge?

The screen, view screen, it’s changing,
Glowing brighter…I see…clearer now…
The Hour Glass, the mind’s eye I see…
Shares it now…

He’s a young man on the ground…early
20’s, I feel it. I can see through his eyes.
Someone rips the hood off his head so he
Can see, one of the masked men took it
Off and stepped away. I see, there are
6 men…5 are masked, leather masks. I
Can’t see their faces. But one has no
Mask, he’s tall maybe 6’6”…gray hair…
Smiling, a strange cold smile…He’s the
One holding the bird…The eagle on his
Outstretched arm. It’s huge.

“Hello Dan.” The gray haired man says.
“Are you ready now?”

“Where am I? What are you doing? What’s
Going on?” Dan (?) asks, panicked. He
Has on a t-shirt, jeans, his hands are
Tied behind his back. He’s barefoot.

The man just keeps stroking the bird,
The eagle, like she’s some prized pet. “Isn’t
She beautiful?”

“Who are you? What are you doing? Where
Are we?” Dan asks, he’s frightened. He’s
Really frightened.

“Do you know what the most dangerous
Animal on Earth is, Dan?” The tall man
Asks nonchalantly as he keeps marveling
At the bird. “What is the most formidable
Predator on Earth? A bird of prey…
You can’t hide from them…They can hunt

“What? Why?” Dan pants. “What did I do?
I didn’t do anything…What are talking
About? Please let me go…”

The man nodded to one of the masked
Men, they were all very tall…And all
Of them had these wild, crazed, hungry
Eyes behind their masks…Then a
Big broad built man walked over and
Took out a long thick hunting knife
And quickly knelt over and cut Dan’s
Hands free from behind his back then
Returned to stand with the others.

Dan panted and began to sweat.

The gray haired man grinned…as the
Masked men around him began to lean
Down around them and pick up guns,
Rifles…He looked at the men and smiled,
Then turned back to Dan. “RUN…”

“What?” Dan began to cry. “Please, I
Didn’t do anything. Why? I want to go

“Run.” The gray haired man only said
Very coldly…All feeling leaving his eyes.

“Please?” Dan cried.

But the man only seemed to grow angrier.
“Run…or I will turn her on you right
Now. Run, Boy…Run…”

The men, a few of them laughed at this

“Please,” Dan begged, “I didn’t do
Anything. What did I do? I was just,
I was just messing around online…I
Was just playing…I don’t understand?”

“I am going to count to 5…boy.” The
Man said. “Do you want to know what
Happens when I get to 5, boy?”

“Please?” Dan cried…

“RUN!” The man only growled baring
His teeth like an animal. “RUN! RUN!”
He shouted.

Without thinking Dan turned and ran
Into the woods blindly…racing as
Fast as he could, he could barely see
The woods were so dark…A few minutes
Later a gunshot fired. He knew it
Must have been one of the men back
There with the masks firing it…It felt
Like a warning…or, maybe the start?

His mind raced, he was desperate,
Terrified. He couldn’t think. He could only
Force himself to run or scramble fast
Through the woods to get away. But his
Feet were bare…and every step was
Uncertain and often stung as he stepped
On branches, rocks, broken pieces of wood
That stabbed at the soles of his feet
And made him trip and fumble constantly
As it grew darker and darker.

His mind kept racing, he didn’t understand.
The last thing he remembered was he was
At home…on his computer, surfing the
Internet…he was bored, lonely…and horny…
So he logged into one of the sites he and
His buddies often used to make hook-ups
For casual sex…a site for swingers,
Men for women…men seeking men…
Women seeking women…married and flirting…
Sexy singles…threesomes, foursomes…
Orgies…older, younger…anything goes. All
The guys went there…It was no strings
Fun…And there was always some pretty
Hot profiles there…and often rich older
Lonely dudes offering cash to younger
For oral sex…You could find anything
There…He had answered, sent an instant
Message to this girl looking to setup a
Threesome with her and her boyfriend.
What a hot girl! Attractive couple
Seeking fit younger male for no strings
Fun…She immediately invited him over…
After seeing his picture of course…He was
Cocky, talked tough…Who could resist a
Hot college jock…He was smooth and
Talked tough, knew the right words to say…
Hot, hung and horny, baby…ready for
Anything…You won’t be sorry…And she
Invited him right over…But when
He got to her house, it was dark…
The door opened…He walked in…
The next thing he knew someone hit
Him over the head and he was out…

What happened? He had never heard of
Anything like this before? Everyone always
Had fun on that site. All his friends
Loved it. What happened? What went
Wrong? What did he do?

No time to think. All he could do now
Was run, or rather scramble blind
Through the woods as it grew darker and
Darker…God, all he wanted to do was cry!

His head was pounding the further he went,
And he ran harder whenever he could. His
Ears constantly listening. Was anyone close?
All he could hear was his own breathing.

His mind was a mess, he couldn’t think…
A jumble of words that made no sense together…
Mom, dad, where are you? I wish I had
Worked today…today? What was today…
He had no idea, his head was a mess…
Everything fuzzy…everything ran together,
It was hard to see, to think. He had been
Drugged? Yeah, I think he was? It had
Been Thursday…but for some reason it
Felt like a lot of time had passed. A lot
Of time, days maybe? God, he couldn’t
Think…He just kept moving.

He kept mumbling quietly. “God, please
Help me. Somebody please help me…I’m
So sorry. I’m so sorry…God, please
Help…Somebody please help me!”

I hear you…I wish I could help you,
I don’t know how!

Dan just kept going frantically on and
On. Where was he anyway? All these trees?
There were no forests like this back home?
In the Midwest? Trees like this, in
The Midwest? Are you kidding me? Where
Could he be? He could barely think
Straight…and what happened to his
Shoes, socks? His jacket? He was
Barefoot! And…something else, it didn’t
Strike him until…Yeah, where was his
Underwear? No, it couldn’t…They couldn’t
Have…Could they? Why? But man, his
Butt sure hurt…

But there was no time for talking
Or thinking. How was he ever going
To get out of this. God help me.

God, help me please!
What’s happening? What’s happening?

He ran and stumbled until it was
Nearly completely dark…Then something
Dove suddenly from above and struck
Him hard in the back of the head…Claws?
That eagle? No…No way? But…he touched
His head…it was warm and wet? He was

He fell to his knees and crawled…
Where he ended up in a very dense, thick
Group of bushes…Alone, spent…terrified,
He crawled up inside the cover of
The bushes and passed out, sometime
In the middle of the night!

All he kept thinking of was that bird.
How big it was! It was huge!
But somehow before passing out amidst
A wreckage of words, thoughts, feelings
And memories in his head…He had
Found something very soft under the
Cover of the bushes to rest on…He
Clung to it blindly and fell asleep.

When dawn broke…and the early
Light forced his eyes to open…He
Struggled to see, to think…nothing
Made sense. Was he dreaming? Was
That a nightmare? It had to be…
But as his eyes came into focus…
His eyes bulged…The soft thing he
Found himself clinging to under the bushes
Was the body of a dead African lion!
It lay sprawled out pathetic, so sad
Pressed up against a log…But its face!
Oh my God its face! Its eyes
Had been completely ripped out…
Cleared out…its face was all scratched
As though something had ripped it
Apart! What could do that to an
African lion?

His mind could only think of that
Eagle…Could the bird do that?

He jumped back and raced and crawled
Away from the awful sight not
Thinking…Then stumbled out into
The woods…before remembering those
Men…the men in the masks…the
Guns. He had no idea what to do!

He was starving, thirsty…so thirsty…
But kept moving…through the trees
Looking all around…watching, paranoid,
Scared of everything and every sound…
The birds chirped like it was a normal
Day…it was hell!

About an hour later he smelled smoke…
He had no clue what to do but followed
The smell…in desperate hope…until he
Found a group of small cabins in a
Clearing in the woods near what
Looked like a small lake. People!
Sane people hopefully…So he hovered
Near the edge of the woods studying
The cabins…nothing…no movement,
Only a pillar of smoke from one
Chimney…Someone had to be there.
But there was no car, no boat, no
Animals, like horses, nothing!

He was terrified, desperate…starving,
Thirsty…so he thought he would at least
Chance getting near the cabins to look
For water by the lake to see if he saw
Anyone…He darted to one of the cabins
To see…All of the windows were covered
Up! He had a bad feeling about that!
Before he knew it he was hit over
The head…not quite knocked out…
Then dragged by his shirt…legs fumbling,
His head, mind wheeling…eyes just
Saw things spinning…

The next thing he knew he was thrown
Hard down on the wood floor of the
Cabin…The blinding light of the open
Door his only view…Then he rolled over
To the sound of laughing…There was the
Tall, gray haired man that had the
Eagle before…He was sitting at a table
Smoking a cigar…

Beside him was a large cage…with
A frightened looking teenage girl inside…
Half dressed, she was a mess
Crying…her light brown hair all stringy…
She looked like some tortured pet
Caught in a cage…that was the only
Way to describe it…

The man smoked the cigar with a wicked grin…
“Well hello, Dan. Good boy. You made
It…Boy…” He smoked the cigar slowly
Then laughed. “You and me boy, we
Are going to have lots of fun together.
Good news…You get to live…We
Are ALL going to have lots of
Fun together BOY…Because you’re
Never leaving…”
The door to the cabin slammed shut…

The Hour Glass closed, the view screen
Vala walked over to stand in its place
And stared at me…as Brishan and
Ceres and Varence joined her.

“What the hell was that?”

“Tell them we know.” Vala said. “We
Know that and much more…Tell them…
And we sent a hunter of our own…
Go Hold your Breath…”




Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 8JUL2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (8  July 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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Knock Knock… The Hour Glass… The Mystery Man of 1776…

*SONG* “Independence Day” by Carrie Underwood

The Thunders…The sound that filled the
Earth of the hooves of the Thunderbeasts…
A herd so vast it covered the land as
Far as the eye could see…
And amidst the Herd was the White Buffalo.
Snow white, a snowy Titan who
Thundered with his herd, and was never
Lost but stood out…One in a million,

Unlike all the rest…but they ran together
As one. Out of the Herd he stood, but
They saw him no different, no less
Important, no weaker than the rest…
By and by, when they ran, if truth be
Told, he was better than the rest…
Because he was different yet they were
All running equal as one…
One of nature’s first victory songs…
That ONE could be different and
Special yet at the same time be
Treated the same as any other…
And not be cast out, but instead
Make them all stronger because their
Eyes saw him the same as them…
The First Thunder would be this
Thunderbeast herd that ran wild
And free with ONE so special, yet they
Still ran together…
The White Buffalo…a leader would
Come this way, though a great noise
Would deny it…
The Earth doesn’t care what the Noise
Wants…The Earth wants its thunder
Back…And ONE day that great herd
Will roam again…so get ready for
That sound. Thunder and Lightning will
Deafen and blind the skies to the noise…
And snow shall fall so white as this
Buffalo to silence that noise ONE day…

Nothing can fight this, it was meant to be.

The pen turns the words over to
The Circle…The Circle round and

“Write this down,” he says… “I apologize
For the commanding words…but duty calls.
Our time is measured you see…hands can
Only move so fast.” Varence explains with a
Nod. He’s standing tall and proud with a
Casual smirk; he doesn’t really want to be
Here. “Well, no not really…I really would
Prefer another piece of chocolate cake. I
Did enjoy that restaurant…but the
Noise was becoming…aggravating.”

“Whatever are you doing?” Ceres asked as
She strolled up beside him. “You are wasting
Time again. That is not the beginning we
Discussed you moron. Chocolate cake?
What is that, food or an anecdote?”

Varence nodded to the notebook. “She likes
Calling me names, do you see that?” He turned
To her. “It’s a dessert they have, Ceres.
One you might enjoy.”

She squinted at him and crossed her arms.
“He wrote about a beautiful White
Buffalo and you begin with some
Rambling about food? Do you know
How ridiculous you sound?”

“It was intended for someone specific.”
He told her sternly. “A man in black…
Whose assistant will pass the print out
Of this to his desk while he eats his
Lunch in his office…as he recalls ONE

She eyed him viciously. “What was Brishan
Thinking to bring you back so soon? You
Could have just stayed there and kept

“I have good reason…” He said again
Firmly. “I have a special story to tell.”

“So tell the story then.” Ceres snapped.

“You were supposed to start more
Creatively than that…Chocolate cake?
Where did that come from, your

He turned to me and smiled. “Do you see
The point she just made? My stomach?
Do you see?”

“Not that again!” She sighed and rolled her
Eyes up and around then back to him.
“Would you get over that please. They
Over-analyze. We discussed this already.
SO WHAT? Let them wander in aimless
Directions, that doesn’t matter. Will you just
Tell the story?”

He just stood there staring at her. He
Was obviously enjoying causing her
Aggravation in stretching it out. “No
Patience anymore, just tell me fast…no time
For learning or thinking…Just give me
The answer and get to the point.” He
Scowled at her.

“Oh I hate it when you’re trying to be
Reasonable.” She said turning away
From him to look at me, then the
Notebook. “Shall we weather his
Words or pray for a miracle to deliver
Us from this? What’s next, some
Scandalous space hopping giant aliens
In gray or green combing the universe
For intelligence? But alas, they have
Found Earth, a rare gem in an
Endless sea of worlds…because the
Minds here are so rampant with hormones
It entertains the masses that watch.”

He scowled, but was truthfully
Hiding a laughing look to his eyes. “Now
Ceres, it’s not that bad.”

She laughed once. “Oh how true…
Let me stand corrected.”

“Ceres…” Varence said, trying
To plead with her…

“What shall there be?” She said
Dramatically. “Oh let me see, yes they
Will sing songs of glee…of peace and
Harmony…and heal the world and
Then the universe with prayers of
Fantasy…and paint rainbows every-
Where as fantastic ships appear
From the stars to save them.” She
Scowled at him fiercely. “Your games
Are irritating…dazzle them with your
Words then…Why not promise them
Fantastic imagery with a hologram…
You’ve said it yourself…they hear
What they want to…believe what they
Want to…Truth has no meaning
Here. Now,” she pointed to me, to the
Notebook, “Stop playing games and tell

He stood there pretending to be shocked,
Intimidated to play with her. “Now?
Now, you want ME to tell a story?”

“Tell him…or…” Ceres began as
Suddenly and quietly Brishan strolled
Into the light. He moved quietly and
Strong. The man was a muscled tower in
His light blue uniform; it almost looked
Like some super form-fitting costume. He held
This intense, concentrating expression as
He eyed them both, his long straight
Blond hair that fell to his waist moved
As he walked slowly…Then he grabbed
A chair and pulled it up beside me
And sat down. He smiled at me
Very friendly, a feeling of protectiveness
In his eyes. Then he eyed them both
Ferociously… “You were going to speak?”
Neither of them said anything, though Ceres
Smiled with her chin held high at
Her riddlesome associate. “Tell the story
As we discussed…Tell it…NOW.”

An awkward silence. Then Varence
Became more humble. His expression
Fell and eyes surrendered beneath
Brishan’s mighty glare; who could fight
That. At once there was no more
Wasting time.

Varence stepped closer, again his
Expression changed…hard to describe,
His eyes were glassy, hopeful…and
This strange far away look of wonder
And gentle thinking to his face…
His words began…

“There was a time…I have observed
Many things you see, how could I not?
For you history is but some
Characterized rendition of words in
Books…written by scholars, scholars
That have traditionally been wealthy
Or rather the children of wealthy
Comfortable living parents. No humble
Man ever recorded history until
Recently…For ages as time you know
It has been this way.
The poor had no voice…the unfortunate
Were pitiful tales of rich men
Endowed with time to philosophize…
Yes, they studied…but still every
Word they wrote was abstract,
Tainted by their own opinions…

“The poor that did tell tales, told them
As tradition always did…over
Meager evening meals and quiet
Campfires…The lost stories of the
Generations scholars never knew. That
Is why your world is filled with so
Much doubt…Much has been lost
Or conveniently left out because it
Did not suit one bully’s opinion…

“And the few poor men that did tell
History long ago…did so with religious
Conviction. Monks in monasteries…
Prophets in religious texts…Spiritual stories
Are always the first to be recorded
On any world you see…In countless
Forms…The wrath of God commands
It so!” He laughed dramatically,
Gesturing to the invisible above.

“Ask them to question editing…to
Reveal the secrets buried away in
Museums and church vaults…and
You will find contradictions that betray
Your entire history…You will rarely
Find truths in books today other
Than in an occasional poignant

“But…the intuitive knows the
Truth when they hear it…when their
Spirit’s voice reads it to their mind.”
He held up his finger pointing like
It directed victory. “The truest songs
Are told by artists…in their paintings,
In their artwork…in their poems,
And epic tales…the music that moves
Them to create and express it. That is
A magnificent passion. It can not
Be contained. It can not lie. It’s
Pure and endless. And the Heavens
Reach out to speak to us this way.
THAT…is how WE learn…

“THAT is what we look for and who
We reach out to. Do you see? Do you
Understand? There are more clues to the
Universe in the Arts than you will ever

“One day your science will see this
And build the bridge between this
Chasm of the mind and the universe
And THAT is when your world will truly
Grow…It has always been this way…

“And that is what we are doing here…
Trying to help you build that bridge.

“Now…the story…
Yes, I have been an observer. But
On occasion I have…stepped in to visit
Here and there.” He paused to
Withdraw a reddish-orange crystal
From his pocket to show me. “This…
Is a travelling crystal. Sometimes
Called an Astral crystal. With it, we,
Even when bound by command not
To leave the ship…can use this crystal
To…travel, within distance…and
Walk where we like…how we like…
We can even alter our appearance
To a degree. And can appear in
Solid form…for a while.

“But this must be done so carefully
Precise…for any fault would be
A mess…I hope that is clear, because
I can not explain it further. And no,
If anyone asks, they can not have one.

“Are you writing this clearly?” He
Nodded. I barely had the chance to
Agree. “Alright…now…

“Eyes and ears out there pay attention…
Build this image in your mind…

“It was an age of struggle without
Fairness or reason…The rich were
Always getting richer…The poor were
Always working hard…Beauty was
An envied treasure, coveted and
Fought over…Gossip was a daily meal
Of survival and entertainment…And
The leaders sat in such high out
Of reach positions common people
Rarely saw them. It’s a good thing
The world has grown a lot since then.”
He grinned sarcastically.

“There was this land…A lush, beautiful
Continent full of hope and promise. It
Had been settled by colonists from an
Old world of rigid beliefs and a strict
Religious code…

“In one sense it was an ambitious
Freedom dash to colonize a simple
Untamed land. That is one perspective.
But for its natives…it was a hostile
Invasion by an aggressive strict
Religious people looking to expand
Their territory and own the world…

“There was no way too stop this from
Happening, one could only watch and
Hope…hope that somehow it all
Worked out over time.

“But instead the colonies grew and
The natives were pushed out of their
Lands…And 13 strong colonial states
Were eventually established…

“Now dates as you know them
Are different for us, we measure them
By progress, the numbers differ…But
For you it was a historical era…1776.

“Various scholars recorded this time…
But as I have said scholars record
Things their own way. Many details
Can be lost this way…Especially if
It was a time when men were
Chiefly in power…Poor men, women,
And those fortunate with a pen
Would be entirely overlooked for their
Insights, experiences…or opinions.

“But we won’t explore those personalities,
Enough names have been recorded.

“The point is…it was an age of great
Unrest…Here you have this brave new
Land growing fast with new settlers…
While the natives were being slowly
Pushed out. The sense of it all was
Rather ironic…The pursuit of freedom,
To claim a land that was already
Claimed…To break free of an
Oppressive ruler that was taxing
These settlers, these early colonist
Invaders from a distance without
Knowing much about them. They didn’t
Care, they only wanted to reap
The rewards of their labors…and
Ignore any strife that it cost. The
Monarchy that imposed this…
Colonial invasion was greedy…as most
Are…ignore their cries and work them
Hard, that is what dictators do…

“In a world where the wealthy
Whine for more, and call that
Justice…and the poor are overlooked…
What can anyone do? The rich and
Educated will note and record and
Proclaim their lives greater than
Any other…While the laborers
Keep working…There’s no time to
Fight for change when you must
Keep working…convenience does
Allow for so much complaining, so
It always gets heard.

“Not that I am trying to insist a
Point there…It’s just a trademark
Of time with ruling powers.

“So let me see…Yes, it was a time
Of great strife…There was this brave
Colonial land of 13 colonies…Full
Of men and their families struggling
To survive against harsh odds…

“To tame a wild land and make it
Suitable for farming…To raise crops
In all sorts of strained conditions
With meager means…The weather was
Unpredictable…The people were
Unnerved and disgruntled…They
Had to contend with managing their
Lives, their own survival…To provide
For their families, contend at the
Fringes with the natives who were
Growing increasingly difficult to
Handle…and yet produce enough
To harvest to live off, send back
To their own native homeland…and
To be taxed as well…

“To be taxed for struggling…what
A concept…That was the final
Act that broke the colonists…When
They had had enough…Now you must
Realize these colonies…These
Colonial territories, or states as you
Would call them were growing fast…
They were made of many people,
All with their own beliefs and
Traditions and backgrounds…with
New ones too that emerged in this
Dawning new world…They had
Many differences, and many
Similarities…but for ages they
Could not quite get along…Perhaps
Being forced to work so hard and
Struggle was too much for them,
They had no time to organize complaints
And no strength or nerve to do so.

“But as their numbers grew, class
Systems emerged…The first families
Became old families that became
Wealthy families…and within them
More of a backbone grew. Poor
Men evolved into a new upper
Class of their own. And to survive
In a new land they required new
Laws and new law givers. Magistrates
And scholars of a new world began
To form a new nation. And they
Wanted recognition for their hard
Work and labors. They were building
A new land…full of hopes and
Promises…and they did not want
To be taxed or told what to do.
And most importantly there was
One great ocean that stood between
Them and their ruling overseers…
A very comfortable distance, and
Often difficult journey between
Where they lived and where they
Took orders from…It often took
Months just to have simple
Communication, and by the time a
Response could be received it was

“So eventually it came to a point
Where the colonists…who more than
Colonists now, they were citizens of
A new world…could not take it any
Longer…So the wealthy noble
Families of this new land organized
Their own magistrates, law makers,
And scholars to come together to
Forge a union of their new
Community home…

“It was quite a sight to see really…
All these territories, who were in part
Rivals…come together in a union
To agree they were tired of being
Oppressed…Yet it was a new
Aristocracy that was emerging that
Was organizing this…Previously poor
Men that had become powerful
Were now speaking for the laborer?
Many voices were involved, everyone
Wanted to be heard…Yet still the
Wealthiest had the greatest voices. Now
With all that ego how could anything
Get done? It took some time…a lot
Of organizing…The ironic thing was
Again, it was a lot of rich people
Telling others what to do, what to say, what
To think, how to think…All
Crying for the voice of freedom…
It was ridiculous at times really…

“A bunch of new aristocrats crying
The song of the laborers…while they
Gave instruction on how to do this,
How to complain…how to fight…
They were organizing a mutiny
To become their very own monarchy.
Do you see the point here?

“Now while the cause was noble,
They cried freedom…In truth they
Were forming another new
Government of aristocrats…There
Were still poor men that had no
Voice…But many still fought for
The chance to be heard…

“Now fortunately there were some
Truly noble men of principle of
The colonies…So they organized this
Grand sort of town hall meeting
In a well known town where
All the colonial territorial aristocrats,
Forgive me…leaders…could meet
To decide how they would organize
This mutiny against their great
Sovereignty across the

“It was one of the greatest historical
Events ever…A group of colonies
Coming together to proclaim their
Independence…Defying their monarchy
To become a New Nation of their
Very own…

“Men came from far and wide for
This event…All the greatest families…
The greatest land owners, the biggest
Names…lawmen…scholars…men of
Infamy, respect…and fear…But to
This meeting hall also came many
Brave men of lesser accord…Farmers,
Masons, laborers of good name…They
May have been less wealthy but
They were not short of nerve as
They knew all the great names
Coming together as they helped to
Make them great by working for
Them…Yes, many men came
Together for the event of a lifetime,
An era…for History…

“The town and Meeting Hall was
Clustered, full of men and loud voices
All talking over one another, everyone
Insisting on being heard…While an
Assembly gathered to be their audience,
The lesser men who also wanted to
Be heard…

“There were a lot of ideas, lots of talking
And heated debate on how to conduct
This mutiny of Freedom…It went
On endlessly. It was a room of men
Who could not stop talking or listening
To themselves talk…Every rich man
Knows everything you see…And when
It comes to Freedom the scholars,
The aristocrats and famous
Names always have the biggest
Voices because they are experts on
Everything…While the lesser men
Sit by and do a lot of nodding
And shaking their heads…

“But the truly smart leaders, the
True geniuses in power
Know how to manage this…They
Listen to the lesser men…Probably
Because all the scholars, aristocrats
And famous names are too obnoxious
And can’t stop talking…

“So it came to this Great Hall
Meeting…that a mystery man…
A rather tall, good looking man
For the time stood out amongst
The crowd…He seemed to appear
Out of nowhere, dressed cleanly,
Simply but sharp…Nothing too
Exceptional to note other than
He was rather tall and good
Looking among the other men…”

“For Heaven’s sake,” Ceres interrupted,
“Do you ever spare yourself a
Moments praise!”

Varence continued… “As I was
Saying…This man appeared and
Caught their eye…He raised his
Hand and stood up…He immediately
Caught everyone’s attention, being
So handsome of course…

“And so he says, ‘Sir John,’ to
The noblest man in the room…
‘John…that is your name sir
I Believe?’

‘Yes,’ The noble man answered…

‘Forgive me,’ the mystery man
Said with great poise and this
Humble yet strong voice… ‘But
May I beg your pardon to interrupt
You fine Sir…For I am but a
Poor man…I own just a small piece
Of land far to the west…
Far away from any important
Eye…I beg only to be heard
A little…’

‘Go on good Sir,’ the noble John
Said…as the entire assembly in
The hall stared upon the man…
The aristocrats rolled their eyes,
The scholars listened, and the poor
Men and laborers were in awe
Of the stranger’s nerve.

‘But what you need,’ the mystery
Man said, ‘Is to put your voices
Down on paper…You have all such
Great wise things to say…You each
Have a voice…May I suggest
You come together to write it
Down on paper…by hand…A
Formal written document…A
Declaration of Independence if you
Will…recording each and every
One of your points…Of all our
Views and beliefs on these matters.
For if we are all to be treated
Equal, we are created equal and
Have the right to be heard…You
Should write it down…So as
Nothing is lost in what you say.’

‘His words have brilliant meaning.’
The noble John nodded with a
Cheerful roar of acceptance from

“And this is what they did…They
Of course became so immersed in
Their own opinions of this process
They forgot the mystery man
Entirely…Very typical. When there
Is so much noise they always
Forget the little things…

“My point? My meaning here?” Varence
Asked. “well I am sure you see it
Clearly…or at least you should…
But if not let me spell it out
For you…

“There is a lot of noise right now…
As there once was. Noise is meaningless.
The noise right now is meaningless.
No one is paying attention to the
Real problems…And I believe I
Just showed who and what you’re
Dealing with. Believe it, don’t believe
It…Either way, you never saw
It coming and won’t see what’s
Coming next. Play nice now, please.
This is not a political speech, that
Matter was settled months ago…”


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

*SONG* “You Better Wait” by Steve Perry

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

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

“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

“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

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

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

“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

“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.




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.

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 Prophecy Cave…

*SONG* “Last Note of Freedom” by David Coverdale

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

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

“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

“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

“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

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

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…
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…
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…