Valiant: Knock Knock…The Blood of the Earth, Pt II…The Ring of Fire…The Call…

“So. When the last and dreadful Hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The TRUMPET shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, The living die,
And MUSICK shall untune the sky.”
…John Dryden…
A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day…

In the Month of May, 1969
There was a party, devilish and reckless…
Held by Big Brother, The Cabal, however
You would like to address them…
Do you recall this party?
The Dirty Old Men were only young
Scoundrels then…
Well their parties were typically wild
And indulgent…it was in the Month of May
After all…well you see, this party was
Especially bad…and someone very special,
Someone young and innocent, Special to me…
Died…was killed for sport, for the
Pure perverted sport of lust and sacrifice…
Far too many innocents die at these parties…

That’s why I came back. Revenge…
They tell me I’ve been, I am, too nice.
Going to have to do something about that.
What is it they say, old men?
Payback is a bitch.

Now of course as you know, I have another
Purpose…another promise, or mission…
But maybe that’s the greater course, and makes
Things more complete…
But anyway, I digress…

The Blood of the Earth…I hadn’t told you
The rest of the dream…
The people gathered, the child led us to
A chasm where this molten blazing blood
Of the Earth was pouring out of the ground…
There were only a handful of people left
Then…the rest had fled, too afraid…
Or the boiling blood had killed them.

So as we stood there…suddenly there
Were noises, the sky was full of sound…
Like musick…
There was a hum, a pulsing sound…
And then the sky was full of ships…
Of all shapes and sizes…racing here and there,
Shooting beams at each other…
Like a war…of Alien ships…A war
Of Worlds…
It seemed as though the ships were
Fighting to reach the chasm, to reach us…

So we ran and hid behind these big
Rock-like boulders nearby…
As I hid ducking behind the rock,
The child beside me, a little girl…
She said to me…
‘You have to do something for me’
“Of course’, I didn’t hesitate…
This was a divine Child of God you know…
‘Buy Me Time.’
‘What?’ I said.
‘Buy Me Time. You can do it. You have to.’
‘How am I supposed to do that?’ I said.
‘Are you sure? Look all I want is to sit
On a porch, stare out across a mountain
Side and watch my horses, maybe eating
A bag of Doritos.’
‘You can, you have to.’ She said.
‘Maybe I could just stand here and you
Could beat me with a stick. Wouldn’t that
Be easier?’
She seemed so mature for her age, and told
Me, ‘You can, only you can, as only you
Know how…Buy me time, Distract them.
Tell them what they need to know,
When they need to know it. I’m not
Asking you to lie. Just give me time,
That’s all. Just until the right time
Comes…’
At which point I woke up…
Understand?

So fine, OK, whatever…let’s get on with it.
It’s nearly showtime.
You can feel it, can’t you?
That something in the Air…
Something building, more than a feeling…
Like a Pulse, a Hum…Something
Beyond words…Almost saying…Prepare.

And now that the Original Timeline has
Been restored…things are happening…
That’s why people are crazed and
Everything is just whirling out of control.

In the Original Timeline…
It happened in the morning, maybe just after
6 or 7…And a voice from an invisible source
Firmly warned ‘You have 10 minutes. Get out now.’
And the big one hit California.
You’ll know because first the birds
Will leave…the birds always know first.
And then the other animals.
I don’t know the day exactly, but it
Will happen. It keeps changing.
It will happen, and it will
Be devastating…life imitates art, the movies
Etc., etc…
It will start a chain of unstoppable
Events, natural disasters that will reshape
Life as we know it.

The Ring of Fire will be intensely active…
Watch out.
Now Mr. Secret Agent Man, pay attention…
You’re getting warmer…
One Starseed Tuatha is all it takes. They should
Be waking up abroad like popcorn popping…
In and around all walks of life…
From the grocery store to garages,
Desk clerks to security guards…
Secret agents in secret places…
From the White House to the Palace…
Like timely Manchurian Candidates…
Only full of starlight instead of all that
You know, political crap.
Righting wrongs…Doing their parts
Appropriately…
Saving the World…

Have to pave the way you know,
Gotta love those British accents…
Again, so many of them in the future…
English accents…like Australia…
South Africa and New Zealand…
Now those are interesting places…
What waits below…
South Africa, you know that will crack…And
I’ve already told you about Australia…

But New Zealand, the Ring of Fire…
I have friends there…It won’t be spared, I can tell you that
But it won’t be lost either.
Old World Charm. Hint.
Besides, there’s a little pub I would like to
Visit there someday.
A little secret society knows its part
In the future there one day…
Yes, I got your message. Ask me in the
Waking world next time, remember.

When all hell breaks loose that’s when
The ships come…but more on that later.

So much to do, so little time.
But what are the sands of time
Measured against waiting to the Earth,
To the Heavens? To a Mortal’s Life?
It’s happening…that’s all you need to know.

Mr. Secret Agent Man, it gets more
Interesting every day, doesn’t it?
Yes sir. Maybe one day I’ll get to relax
But then again, maybe one day
I’ll start a school…One
Of Ancient Secrets…or, maybe a special
Academy for Special People. But
It would take a Magic Man, a Wizard
Though to do that…the Power…
And his friends too, with more Powers of course.
An Awesome Pack, Fantastic Four.
Oh wait, that makes 5…
The Final Five. Hmm…
Scary, interesting, wouldn’t you say?

Dear Mr. Spacemen,
The Good, the Bad, the Green and the Gray
And yes you Big Heads too, whatever…
My whole life it seems I’ve been
Watched, studied…
As if you’re waiting for me to turn
Into something…
I’m not a perfect person…
I make mistakes…
Some by accident, some on purpose…
Can’t have you figuring me out you know…
But now a call has sounded…
And I must apologize
To everyone who thinks they know me…
I’m sorry…
But it’s time to change the locks.

That’s all for now.

Valiant.

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