Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…The Ascended Master…The Little Old Asian Man…

*SONG* Rock n’ Roll Dreams by Meat Loaf
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7-i43W4mqw&list=RDj7-i43W4mqw#t=73

These are times for things to happen…
Like it or not…It’s a time of Fate…
Moments you wait for…moments that you
Hate…anticipate, desire…
And choices are made…
Led by the past…to forge some brave
Mysterious tomorrow…lots of hope,
And dreams…That’s what rock n’ roll
Dreams are made of. We all have them…
I don’t know where I’m going…
Or why the past happened…
All that I know is that I followed
A guiding light…I don’t have all the
Answers…I just follow this guiding light
To find my own…And, as directed, I share
That in the hopes that others somehow
Can find their own way…For
Whatever fate brings…I hope its
A good, kind fate…That’s all anyone
Can ask for.

“Well said.” Varence nodded then pointed to
The notebook. “See…Finally…After pushing
You to write for so long…”

“I didn’t say that I like it.” I told him.
“But I confess, it does help cope with
Memories.”

“That’s why I wanted you to write it
Down.” He leaned toward me, I admit with
The kind expression of an old friend; albeit
The most insistent friend I’ve known. He
Nodded to the written words. “I accept that.”

“So now I tell the story of the Little
Old Asian Man,” I said respectfully. “The
Ascended Master…Now…After all this time…”

“It wasn’t time for it before.” Varence
Said, gesturing his hands widely. “The
Timing…The constant questions…It all
Takes too long…The thinkers, the right
Ones READ IT…It’s fine to question,
It’s expected…But to question constantly…
Those are never satisfied unless you tell them
What they want to hear…And the point to
That is what, ego?” Varence laughed. “Do
Not think I have not walked this road
Before…”

I have to interject; I did not expect this…
Not such a kindness from him this
Time…

“The goal is to get the message out there
For them to read it…So that when the
Hard times come,” Varence looked down…
Then around, and about the faces of the sisters
In hope… “They can make those choices…
For the better tomorrow…in their own way…
By knowing what has never been told
Before…So what if some don’t believe it.
There are those out in the stars that
Do not believe there is any intelligent
Life on Earth…” He shook his head. “They
Do not care about your science…or dramas…
Because they have their own problems
To contend with…as many will learn.”

I sighed…rolled my eyes… “Ok, ok I
Understand…” Then my eyes looked to
This new woman who stood among them…

She was tall, flawlessly beautiful…but you
Probably knew that…Fair skin, a rich
Amber-brown colored hair that streamed
Over her shoulders and down her back in waves
And curls; the sisters had mesmerizing hair.
Her eyes were blue and sparkling in this
Piercing way…She wore this delicate looking
Ivory dress…But stood strong like a titan…

Clearly she had heard everything about
Robert, about Bobby…They hear everything
I write…as if I spoke it out loud…That’s
How it is for them…There are no secret
Thoughts…Think one thing, say another…
They do not understand that…To them
That’s deceptive…They want, expect, and
Appreciate a focused, sincere mind…

So if you lie to them they know it…
There are no accidents.

“This is Diana.” Varence introduced her…

“I brought her…” Vala continued… “As
I said I would…How?” She smiled… “You
Know how.’

“The point is she heard your story about
Robert…” Varence said, looking down sadly. “About
Bobby…”

“I can speak for myself, thank you.” Diana
Said to me, looking me straight in the
Eye as I paused in writing to see her… “I heard,
I listened, yes…I know all about
You…I can clearly sense what all of
Us here are thinking…In part, that
Comes from what I do in matters of
The senate…”

“Diana,” Rana said with admiration, “is very
Direct…very fair…very sharp…She is
Known for one who does not waste time…”

“There is much going on back home that
You are unaware of,” she told her sisters,
And me… “A lot of talk everywhere…
Allow me to get right to my point of
Interest…The ones who caused this
Horror, these horrific things,” Diana pointed
To me, referring to the stories about Bobby…
About Robert…and all the others she saw in
My head; oh yes, that fast she knew those
Too… “So when do we vote to kill them?
Because believe me…If I sat as sole judge
Here today…I would say without hesitation…
Kill them.”

My eyes bulged. That was some heavy greeting!
If those were her first words…then what
Was to come next? I said nothing…I
Could only look to the others for answers…

“Diana!” Kierista exclaimed, the voice
Of reason; she constantly spoke softly. “A
Hello first would be preferred…”

“No, I agree with her.” Rana immediately
Jumped to add her anger. “Finally a
Sensible mind to this!”

“Sensible?” Kierista questioned… “A declaration
Of death, sensible?”

“How could anyone of sound mind not have
That reaction?” Diana insisted, her sweet
Face ironically debating words of rage that cut
The conversation, the entire setting and mood like
A knife… “I come, I enter among you quite
By surprise…I simply turn around in the
Offices of meetings with new land chancellors…
To be standing here…with you…my long
Missed sisters…to be spellbound listening to
Horrifying tales of tortured lives…and deaths
On one of the Watcher’s Worlds…And you
Expect me to offer a greeting of kind surprise?
Disgust and rage is all that you will find
With me…no matter what reasons you
Provide!”

“Again I say a sensible reaction.” Rana
Smiled wickedly, standing there with folded
Arms in a state of rage herself.

“What do you expect of me?” Diana asked
In shock…Her eyes bulging so wide…she
Could hardly speak… “This is a side world
That you sit upon! Why in Heaven’s are
You all here?”

“Oh Apollo here summons us to witness
Miracles.” Rana teased.

Vala turned to me humming, a victorious smile
On her face… “My lawful sister…I brought
At the most perfect time.”

“You did this, Vala?” Diana asked, even
More horrified. “You force me to endure THAT?
To hear THAT?”

“There are great reasons to bring us together,”
Vala told her sister playfully, “For those
Graced to hear…by eyes that read…ears of the
Inner mind…To learn.”

“Learn what?” Diana asked as she stepped
Closer to me curiously; curious of who and what
I was.

“The concepts of inspiration and the arts…
The riddled words.” Varence laughed…being
Himself again.

“Don’t start that again,” Rana spat, “I will
Slap you…I will slap that attitude far
From view!”

“So the watcher’s amendments break and
You waste no time to break laws of non-
Intervention?” Diana asked.

“No, he did that before,” Ceres then replied…
The coy smile of sarcasm on her face as
She held her chin… “When he stripped off his
Uniform to torment me with his bare ego.”
She rolled her eyes. “He has returned to
The manner of his youth…The jester of
Reason with the excuses of riddle-some
Inspiration.”

“They need to think!” Varence pleaded…

“They’ve had enough time to think.” Rana
Said. “I say the time has come to let the
Lions loose to claw the life from their
Madness.”

Diana could only shake her head, looking
About her sisters…resting her eyes on
Evangella…who silently did the same. “Where
Is the sense here? Does this go on endlessly?”

“That depends on your perspective.” Rana
Said for them all… “Does this strike you
As a world of reason? You heard him tell
The story.”

“Why do you, they, let this happen?” Diana
Asked fearfully. “Tell the lion men to kill them.”

Rana laughed. “I am grateful for her words!
Listening to this has tested the limits of my mind
Far beyond patience.”

“It’s a slave world,” Vala directed… “You are
Thinking of life on free worlds…Now you
Are experiencing the torment of a slave
World personally…Understand?”

“Appeal to the eyes of the reader…” Varence
Said, pointing to my notebook… “To the
Minds taking in these words…THINK…
Share your reaction with theirs…The
Best changes are inspired…learning…
Reading about all sorts of different things…
Then deciding what to do with it…”

Diana just shook her head before resting
Her eyes on me… “Who is this exactly?”

Varence smiled, lowered his brow… “This is Bill
…Of Earth…He looks like us, doesn’t he?
Yet you see the light there…flaming
Of some divine fire buried behind his eyes…
A divine being put it there…”

Diana thought carefully as her eyes
Studied me. “The messengers of the Prophecy
Of the Star Elder? This…is one of them?”

I had to pause at their conversation…Now
They clearly knew more…but how much
Exactly? “You realize people will read
This…sitting at their desk, at their computers
Or print-outs…and ask…Where is this going?
The questions…comments…interest…”

“I am not a figment of imagination…” Vala
Said sternly, her humming absent for the
Moment. “And believe me I will crack,
Rattle, roll and quake the feeble minded when
The time and chance come…”

“Pause please…” Varence begged then…
“Remember…allow me to dance through
The mind…Paint a picture of me…Grant me
The tone of a voice to hear…Build it…
Read it…Believe…Remember what she
Said…You have to know…Believe, understand
That somehow in somewhere it does exist…
That’s not a riddle…That’s how we
Reach you…from another place…”

“The reality will be soon enough.” Rana
Said. “I am no figment either.”

“And now…Bill…” Varence directed…

There it was again…His tone, his manner…
“What?”

“Relax,” he said… “I know I push…He
Says to you…Tell him to come here and
Do it in person…And I say…No…I’ve
Been there…if they saw me or not, oh
Well…It’s more powerful this way…
Lest you constantly ask for help…and
Never do it on your own.”

“Just ask me your question.” I said.

Varence held his laugh with a solemn
Smile and regal stance; his hands held
And folded behind his back… “Alright…
I applaud your insistence now…That’s
Good…So then tell me…of all those
You’ve met…eyes open by light of
Day and eyes shut by night in dreams
That shook you with awe and confusion
And fear…WHO…among all of them…
Has been the wisest one you have ever met…?
Other than me, of course.” His smile
Slid wide and sly…

“He had to ass himself, of course,” Ceres
Teased, “Opportunities!”

I didn’t have to think long. “The Ascended
Master. The Little Old Asian
Man…The one I mentioned on the
Radio show.”

“Could you please,” Varence leaned to
Me, his eyes full of playful enthusiasm,
“Please elaborate on that story now…”

“You mean the whole story?” I asked.

“How is that relevant now?” Rana
Could have screamed.

“Yes,” Varence only said calmly…
“Please…Please share that now.”

Alright…For whatever purpose…It was
An interesting experience…
“Sure…I will share that.”
I had to wonder what purpose he had
In asking now considering their current
State, and mine…the grim story…the
Endings that haunted me…and their
Rage in hearing it…
Then it struck me… “Ah, I get it now!”

Varence nodded…Ceres rolled her eyes
Then joined his smile similarly…

“Ok then…The Ascended Master…
It was BEFORE I started writing the
Posts…I was looking for answers…as always
I looked for them in drawing…
By trying to see what was in the
Paper and what it was trying to tell me…

I was frustrated because on a weekly
Basis I was trying to pick lottery numbers…
To see the correct sequence of numbers…
To see into patterns…It was stressful
Because my family was always pushing…
You have this institution so win the lottery
Would you please…Everyone wants that…
I definitely did so I could run and buy
A farm somewhere…live with some friends
Or something…and hide…
Hide…hide…hide…
Then I wouldn’t have to worry about
Work…dealing with the whole art world
…And the endless work that yielded
Only demands with little results…
The art world is vicious…greedy…competitive…
Over critical…ETC…who wants that?

So on the side…I was constantly questing
For the dream lottery win…But to
Grab the jackpot…Crazy. But you can
Not give up on dreams…”

“What’s a lottery?” Kierista asked…

“A cash, monetary win of a large sum…”
Varence explained to them… “Won by a
Game of chance…A series of numbers
Are drawn…The gambler plays a series of
Numbers…If they have the ticket that
Possesses these drawn numbers…They win
This large sum of money…in theory a dream…
But then local government takes this…
Greatly reducing the prize…Overall it’s a
Dream most have to escape their system.”

“Oh.” Kierista frowned.

“Please continue…” Varence instructed.

“Weekly I had a ticket of numbers I
Picked…” I went on to them…writing,
Telling it… “I played these numbers in
The hopes of winning…Basically for what I
Invested…I broke even…I won, I lost…
But couldn’t get the full jackpot…I
Should explain this was a game of SIX
Numbers…They called it the pick six…
The closest I got was five out of six…
About four or five times…It was very
Frustrating…

Then on one Wednesday night…The
Drawing to come was the following night,
Thursday…

I went to bed, meditating…like usual,
The lines and light of the artwork in
My mind…and dreams and prayers and
Meditation…
I had been pushing myself very hard, as
Far as I could…with the art work, picking
Numbers…To chase my own secret dreams,
Like anyone…I just wanted to run
And hide…
I was tired of dealing with everything…
The endless demands and criticism…
It felt like I was being choked from every
Angle…family, friends…the art gallery…
Even constantly trying to fulfill this
Mission of the angel and the art work…
And whatever else was to come…

Not to mention the steady dreams and
Nightmares…of strangers…suicides…
Monsters…being watched, studied…hunted…

The night came…I struggled to sleep…
I barely remember what happened then…
It was a very strange night…but that was
Typical…And I had a dream that was
More than a dream…
Like those rare, magical, unexplainable
Dreams…it was powerful…VIVID…

Sudden…and crystal clear…I was someplace
Else…
There was a mild breeze, there was daylight…
I looked around…Two of my friends were
With me…One from the very real world, and
The other…from the dream world…
A girl and a guy…We stood on this…
Porch…But it was like none I had seen…
We looked at each other then I looked around…
Studying everything…

The porch was as long as the house…and it
Was HUGE…as huge as the building…There
Were big round columns spread out every
Fifteen feet or so…There was a very
Lush smell of greenery…I saw hills
Past a very neatly kept lawn that rose
Sharply to big mountains as far as I
Could see…This house was in a valley…
But…there was NO ROAD…No
Driveway of any sort in view…There
Was only one, very narrow well-worn
Path that led from the porch into the
Weeds about twenty feet away…It
Appeared to be a path used by horses,
Or donkeys or something…Possibly
A footpath…But clearly not a path
For vehicles…

I immediately was confused…The house,
The porch…was like a palace! This was no
Cheap home…It was well kept…The
Lawn and bushes that I saw in full sight
Were all tended well, and recently…How
Could there be no road to such a place?

And clearly, immediately it did not feel like
A dream at all…I asked my one friend, from
Real life what she thought…She
Was intrigued but had no opinions…So I
Asked the other friend with me, us…who I
Only knew from the dream world…He
Was scared, nervous…confused, and gave
No answers…

So we stood there for a while looking
Around…in front of these two massive
Ten feet tall sold looking black doors…
I could not make out any form of stylized
Architecture at that point…All I knew
Was that it deemed like a big family house…

Then one of the front doors opened
And there stood a pretty young Asian
Girl with long hair, a content smile wearing
A simple white dress…She nodded and
Pointed to me and said, “The Master
Will see you now…”

I stepped forward, we all did…but the
Asian girl informed us that I was the one
He wanted to see? So they waited, and I
Went in very nervously. Who was this…
Master? And why did he want to see me?
So I asked this girl…but she only smiled
Silently…no answers…and gestured for me
To follow…I was growing tired of these silent
No answers…

But I looked around…That’s when the
Magnificence of the house struck me…
Everything was a sight to see…Asian
Art work…sculptures, paintings, statues,
Tapestry…This giant Jade dragon that
Was impossibly awesome to see…and the
Furniture! Thick, blocky of a dark wood
That set stylishly perfect on dark polished
Marble floors…It was fantastic! I had
Never marveled at Asian art work before,
But then I had never seen a collection
Like this before…I could nor begin to
Imagine how old it was, how long it had
Been there…But it felt OLD…It was
Then, as she led me onward through
The front hall that it struck me…THIS
Was a house that had been there for
LONG TIME…It was spacious and huge.

I was so struck by the collection of
Art that I forgot about asking questions…

Then she led me into what appeared to be
A dining room? There was a long, thick
Black polished table…maybe ten chairs
Along each side…Then; there at the very
Far end at the head of the table I saw
Him…This Little Old Asian Man…
He smiled when he saw me…

She led me down the right side of the table
Where she then gestured for me to sit
To his left side…
He had the kindest…wisest…calmest
Air about him…Smooth shaven, no beard,
Full head of silvery hair,
No jewelry…No talismans…There were NO
Adornments on him…He wore plain clothes,
A simple, dark blue button down, long sleeve
Shirt, and dark pants…shiny…They almost
Looked like pajamas?

I should note, I was in pajamas myself…
A plain white T-shirt and white pants…

She sat me down, smiled…very pretty…Then
Patted him on the shoulder…He smiled back to
Her…It was so sweet, oh he had the sweetest
Most joyful smile…His eyes beamed with joy…
It was VERY casual, very calm…and very
Friendly, all of it. I sensed this younger
Girl was his granddaughter, or great-grand-
Daughter, who knows…but there was a
Family connection…

So I sat there…He turned, looked me right
In the eye…That smile of his…It was
So amazing, I had to smile too…I know it
Sounds ridiculous but it made me wish that he
Was my grandfather, that’s how good it
Felt.

We just sat there smiling for a few minutes…
Him staring me right in the eye, and
It did not bother me at all. He was in no way
Condescending, or threatening…There was
Absolutely no intimidation, no sense of him
Saying I know more than you, no contest…
He was simply KIND…and it felt wonderful.
All of it felt totally wonderful.

“I have been wanting to meet you.” He
Said smiling, holding up his index finger.

I was stunned. “You have?” Shock! “Me?”

“Yes you.” He said smiling, I swear his smile
Only grew…and he seemed amazed that we
Were sitting there, like he had been waiting for
It? “I know about you.”
Then, I saw it, noticed the papers on the
Table in front of him…all written in
Asian characters I could not read…And
Beside him…a pen, and a notebook…
All I knew was, whatever was written
On those papers was about me…

“Am I in trouble or something?” I asked,
Feeling like I was in the principal’s office.

He laughed. “No.” And laughed. “No, of
Course not.” He spoke perfect English, no
Accent at all.

“You…are the Master then?” I asked, referring
To what the younger Asian girl had said…
All I could say was, “You mean like an
Ascended Master?”

“If you want to say that, yes.” He smiled,
Nodded; I swear he glowed with joy, vitality.

I was only more stunned. “What could you
Possibly want with me? You must know
Everything!”

“No one knows everything.” He laughed. I
Swear he enjoyed every moment of this
Like it was the greatest show on Earth, I
Thought he might jump up and down in his
Chair or something, he was so enthusiastic.

And there I sat totally confused…The
Happier he became, the more shocked and
Confused I got; and still am to this day
Remembering it. “I have no clue why.”

“You know why.” He said…pointing to my
Head… “Right there.”

I could have rolled my eyes a thousand times…
He knew…of course he would know about the
Angel… “OK…I shouldn’t be surprised…though
I don’t understand it.”

He nodded. “You’re not supposed to understand it
Now…That’s how it works.”

“Huh?”

He smiled for the um-teenth time, patted my
Arm like an old friend, or grandfather…
“You listen to me…You will understand…
One day.”

“I hope so.”

“You will.” He nodded, he kept nodding. I swear
He was so happy I thought he would pop.
“And I know what you’ve been doing.” He
Pointed at me…for the first time a very gentle
Manner of reprimand in his face…briefly
Though…then his smile came back…

“You do?” I asked. “What?”

“Playing the numbers.” He said. “Picking
Numbers…You are using so much energy on that
Lottery.”

I looked down, I admit I felt embarrassed,
Ashamed for that at that point… “I have, yeah.”

“You are spending too much energy, wasting
Time on those numbers.” He told me.

“Wasting time?” I asked.

He paused…A bit of a serious expression…
“They are never going to let you win…
Not like this…not this way…You know that,
Right?”

“They?”

He gently pointed up… “They.” He simply
Said, referring to the Heavens… “You were
Given a gift…a job to do…You can’t hide
From that.”

“Why?” I was tired, scared, afraid to hear it.

“Listen,” he smiled…I swear he was the
NICEST, KINDEST man I had ever met. “It’s
Not about the money, it’s not. When you need
It, it will be there…What you need will be there.
Trust me.”

“Can’t I just have a fortune cookie or
Something and pretend…” I said weakly,
“And just keep trying to win and hide?”

He laughed loud and then patted my arm. “No.”

“Can’t I try?”

“You need to stop playing that lottery, Bill.” He
Told me. It’s pulling your dreams in the wrong
Way.”

I wanted to cry. I did.

“Listen to me.” He held my arm… “I want to
Make you a deal…You’ve been having a hard
Time picking numbers lately…right?”

“Yes.”

“All that energy you’ve been using that’s why.” He
Said. “So here is the deal…I will show you
How I pick numbers…You go play these
Numbers…If…If my numbers come out…Then
You do I ask…I’m the boss…Now you
Have a job to do, so you do it…OK?”

I laughed…What were my options? “OK…”

So he held out his hand… “This is how it
Comes…” He pointed to his head, my head, then
To his… “From the mind…down the arm…
Through the hand…through the fingers…
Through the pen…the ink…onto the paper.”
Then he opened the notebook…took the pen
And started to write…

He explained…Numbers…related to time,
The weather…Temperatures…Dates, the
Calendar…then wrote…
“These are female numbers
05, 10, 15, 20, 25…and these…03, 33
Are male numbers…
Play these female numbers…and if you
Win…You do the job.”

I hesitated…

“What are you so scared of?” He asked
VERY kindly…holding my hand…

“People…” I told him… “I’ve had to deal
With attitudes, egos…criticism all my life…
I don’t want to deal with it anymore…
Who does?”

He smiled…That inner light… “You have
Nothing to worry about, trust me…All of
Your life prepared you for this.”

I laughed, “Oh that feels terrible…” I
Could only remember years of grief…

He nodded…pointed, “You come with me.”
He stood up, reached over and grabbed
A handful of dates from this dark
Wooden bowl on the table…Then began
To walk…towards this wide open back
Of the house…
I followed him, afraid he might fall or
Something…but he walked fine, slowly
But fine…without a cane…

The younger Asian girl appeared then…
And we went out onto the back patio
That opened to this massive magnificent
Garden…There were these gorgeous, huge
Japanese red maples…Groomed trees and
Bushes of all kinds…Flowers of all kinds,
Scents in the air…Koi ponds full of fish,
Beautiful! Sand gardens with rocks…
It was just the most stunning gardens ever.

So then he slowly, carefully went down
The steps…He told me to stay there…
So me and the Asian girl waited by
The railing…and watched him walk out
Into the middle of the garden…

I was totally confused by this. What
Was he doing? Why?

So then he stops…right in the middle of
The garden…Whistles…And these three
Huge yetis, Bigfoot, Sasquatch…call them
Whatever…materialize from the bushes
In front of him carefully. My jaw drops…
I turn to the Asian girl… “Are these what
I think they are?”
She just smiled silently and wide…

So I watch…as he takes the dates, one
By one and very kindly, slowly, gently
Gives one to each of these giant Yetis…

And these enormous Yetis took the dates from
Him so carefully…so as not to hurt him at
All…They were ENORMOUS! At least eight
Feet tall each, three and a half feet wide…
They could have picked up a tank
And tossed it around that garden…and
Yet they were so gentle with this man…

And I knew…they protected him…
His house…Nothing is ever going to touch
Him…And I could feel more eyes in
The trees…There were more of these Yetis
Out there watching everything…watching
Him, me…everything…
And they can do things beyond what
We know…
That’s why science can’t catch Bigfoot…
Or catch a solid film of Yetis…
Science does NOT know everything…
It is a fragment of understandings yet
To come…The secret of Bigfoot, Sasquatch
Is this lesson to the modern world.

He paused in feeding them…Turned to
Wave at me, smiling…And I smiled…
I got his message loud and clear…

He is an Ascended Master…Perhaps
THE Ascended Master…
I know I will see him again…he granted
Me those final words…
I smile every time I think about him…
That confidence…That joy…
He knew so much and was never
Condescending…Tell me who knows
More than this man, I won’t believe you.

So I woke up…I played his numbers…
They came out…It was only 5 of 6 so
I didn’t win a lot…just enough to pay
Some bills…buy some art supplies…
And when I cashed in that ticket…
I thought about him and said, “OK…
OK I get it…Here I go…”

And so here I am…Writing with the
Pen, the paper…the notebook…just
Like he did…as I saw him do…
Half the time I have no clue…
You read it…you wonder and have
Questions…so do I…

And until he tells me to stop…I keep doing it.
If you don’t believe me…Fine…
You had to be there.
Smile!

“Now that’s magic.” Varence said.

“It is.” Vala smiled to agree.

“I’m still preferring to beat them senseless.” Rana
Said.

“It will happen…”Ceres smiled… “That, and
More…The time is at hand to
Send a greater message…a demonstration…
Perhaps with the most wicked place
On Earth…Which city might that be?”

An angel with a crown…
An Ascended Master…
Mysterious messengers…
Who else could be involved?

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 27FEB2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (27 February 2016) 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.

This Is Who You Are

No More Sleeping

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Thus began the time of the Fifth Fire. The wave of light-skinned people forced all native people into poverty on tiny reservations supported by erratic deliveries of promised supplies and equipment. These were usually rotten, poor quality, or insufficient to care for the needs of the people. To educate the children in the new ways the light-skinned people took children away from their parents, put them in boarding schools far away from their homes and families, cut their hair, took away their medicine bundles, forbade the use of their native language. So the hoop of the nation was broken, taking the young people away from the medicines, the stories, the teachings, the spirit ways, the strength that had brought a spirit-filled people on a journey for more than six hundred years. The children were taught to walk the way of the light-skinned people who thought that theirs was the…

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…Ghosts…In Memory…

*SONG* “My Immortal” by Evanescence
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5anLPw0Efmo

“You have to write this,” Varence said, his voice
And manner like the fist of a stone statue.
“And you have to do this now.”

Fighting with the pen I answered, “I really
Don’t want to do this…not this, not this
One now.”

At that Venus stepped forward curiously. She
Was the newest to the group so far…thus
Hearing the least. “What is he talking about?”
She tilted her head to the pale crusader leader…
“He is reluctant? Unwilling? I thought this
Was all carefully planned?”

“It certainly has been,” Varence told her,
“And MUST BE.” He looked at me sharply.
“And please stop emphasizing my insistence.”

“Why?” Rana laughed. “Because you are?”

Venus squinted, confused, “So you are forcing
This to him?”

“I’m not forcing anything.” Varence answered
With the strangest serious smile. “I’m not
Forcing what has been meant to be.”

“Remember what I said last time,” Ceres
Firmly interrupted…her eyes, that ice blue fire
Was there again. “That line I drew is still there,
Don’t think it’s forgotten.”

Varence stood his ground strongly; almost angrily.
“Let me be clear…he has to do this now…
The message of things…before; to now…
Those here, those to come…To foresee moments
Ideal, the greatest gambles…To miss them
Is devastating…Do you want to wait for
Another?” He paused…allowing them to silently
Consider his words…Then pointed to me
Without further interruption and ordered…
“And NOW…BEGIN…”

There was no please…it was an order.

He was impatient and his eyes were clearly
Tossing some anger around…

“Alright…” I said… “Alright…”

“Varence I swear,” Ceres pursued fearlessly…
“Push too hard…And I will show you an
Eruption…” She shook her head…

A minute, a moment…hours…Give me hours
And days to collect the thoughts to hold, describe
The feelings in tiny words…

Basic…I never tell all the details…
Some things you just can’t write…
Some things are reserved for those involved.
I’m sorry…but in that I won’t break…
But here it is as best I can…

When? The date doesn’t matter…
The shadows moved…it was night…
In the words of dreams, there was a
Secret assembly…And now I know it was
A group from that of the Great Hall…

My reasons…Back then they made no sense,
Like any dreams do.
It felt like we were standing in a big
Dark room…hidden somewhere…
I don’t know how. I didn’t know why.
But they, I, we were there…

Kathy had gathered those that appeared
Off to the left…away from the rest…
Who were, by matter of fact, all older…
In a crooked circle stood clockwise from
My left…Joe, Julie, John, Jennifer, Jacob,
Then Jason and last Kathy…The others…
Were gone…
We were quiet, trying to collect our
Senses in this other world…While the
Others stood in other collected groups
To the right, all older, all chatting…

It was then a man materialized…
Familiar, in a white tank top and boxers…
Very salt and peppery hair…a goatee…
Hispanic…average height and build…
A very kind face…
He was immediately lucid…and desperate…
“Please…Please…Can someone help me?”
He begged. “Please can someone help me…Please?”
Those haunting words!
Silence fell.
They saw and heard him…but no one said
Anything. But his plea was so intense…
It was like everyone knew…what was coming…

“Robert?” I mumbled. Only Kathy heard me.

“You know him?” She whispered.

“He was the first one I saw…In that place…
He was staring at the sky…the lights.” I told her.

“Please,” Robert begged, “Please help mw.” He
Was near tears… “Those things…Please help
Me. I don’t know what to do…My little
Girl…She turns 5 tomorrow…She’s been
Seeing a monster in her closet…
A monster!” Tears filled his eyes,
Then ran down his face. “I don’t know
What to do! I don’t know how to protect
Her from them!”

There was a knot in my stomach…it grew
And grew…I looked around… “Where’s Bobby?”
He, like Kathy, was always there…
A shadow, a handsome young shadow
That followed me around…
Then suddenly I felt movement…behind me
Someone materialized, it was him…the
Last to arrive… “I’m here,” he said joining
Our little group off to the side, “I’m right here.”

“I was getting worried…” I said to him…but he
Looked restless, off. “What is it?”

“Can I talk to you…Please…For minute?” He
Asked…quietly.

“Yeah OK.” I told him…but before I could
Move…Robert yelled loudly to the group…
“Please…Someone help me! Someone…”
He begged in such a way that the words
Stabbed like a knife; swords. Everyone froze…
“God, someone…someone please…Someone
Please do something! Say something!”

“This is awful,” Jennifer said…It was always
Comforting to see her…She was unlike any
Red head I had ever known…Sweet, always sweet,
Kind, beautiful, magical in her special way; and
Beautiful, but it was like the person that she was
Inside made her beautiful. She was so special,
The forever compassionate, loyal friend…That was
The last time I saw her… “I have the worst
Sick feeling…”

A woman from one of the other groups spoke out…
She had shoulder length wavy dark hair, full figured
And strong willed… “Ask for God’s help. We
Must pray for God to deliver us from this evil.”
She begged for everyone to listen, though spoke
Like a possessed minister. “Faith people! This is
A test! God is testing us for great mission!”

Robert went to her…hearing the words of
Religious conviction…he saw no other option…

Numbering nearly one hundred…that was
Left…All were divided into smaller groups led
By some voice…of a theory of why we
Were there…The bible groups…The conspiracy
Groups…Those that huddled closely and
Whispered of UFOs…government cover-ups…
Abductions…governments experimenting on people…
The theories were crazy…The whispers…
They were all older than us, we were the youngest
Group mostly…

“That bible bitch needs to shut up.” Joe said.
“I’m sick of her crap.”

“Let her talk,” Jacob reasoned, he always made
The most sense, “Let then have their ideas…”

“I was going to step aside to talk to Bobby
When Kathy grabbed my arm… “Are you going
To tell them about the angel…Maybe that’s
Why we’re here.”

“No.” I said simply.

“Why?” Jacob asked me curiously. “You talked
About it…But you don’t act like those…
Bible talkers…Why?”

“I’m surprised you never do that.” Julie added

I looked at them trying to find the words. “Because
It wasn’t…like that…What happened, what I
Saw…There was no preaching of…The end or
Condemnation…The angel wasn’t like that
At all…It was purer, simpler than what they’re
Saying…He just—“

“What?” Kathy asked curiously; they were all
Intensely curious.

“There was just…PEACE.” I could only tell
Them. “He just had this overwhelming presence
Of comfort…of strength without condemning…
Soothing without preaching…Restful…Calm…
Virtuous…Comforting…PEACE.” I looked at the
Group of other people. “I was raised with religious
Nuts…I’ve heard it before. I’m telling you there
Is something wrong with their preaching, their
Views of the bible…Because the Angel I saw
That came to me…he wasn’t like the way they
Paint the bible…He was different. It felt right.
I can’t talk to them. Whatever message he
Brought or put inside my head…I don’t think
It was for them…I don’t think what we’ve
Been taught about Heaven is right at all.”

“Interesting.” Jacob said, his eyes wide. Maybe
It was his Native American blood, I don’t know,
But he was calmly wise. “That’s a very interesting
Thing to say…”

“Oh no…” I said, feeling it.

“What?” Jacob asked.

“I’m waking up, I can feel it.” I told them…

“No, Bill, please wait,” Bobby said fast, “I
Wanted to talk to you. Please…?”

“I can’t help it,” I said frustrated…
My vision blurring… “Ugh, I can’t fight it…
Sorry…Next time…We’ll talk…I’m sorry.”

His face…Bobby seemed to sink…That look
On his face…The last time I saw him. The
Last time I saw Jennifer. The last time I saw
A lot of them.

Those are the worst memories…That make no
Sense at the time, you can’t control…and you never
Forget…

That was turning point I think…
The split…The mind was torn…
The faces…The memories…that collide…
Bobby was the runaway…I heard his cries
First years ago…
Robert was the first I had seen at the Great
Hall…The lost soul…
Two versions of the same name…
Two drastically different people…
That’s why writing it is impossible…
They’re all woven together.
I can’t tell one without the other
Even though neither of them EVER
Spoke to each other at all.

Robert…in Rio…
Awoke that morning from the dream
Unrested…he had found no comfort…
Unknowingly…it was the magnitude of so
Many desperate that had triggered the
Assembly, the gathering then. But no answers
Came…
We were being hunted and didn’t know it.

Robert awoke in the recliner…achy from
Sleeping in a twisted position.
He had been sleeping there every night since
He had first discovered what was happening…
Weeks? Months ago? He could not forget that
Night…

Robert drove a taxi for a living, his hours
Could be unpredictable…profitable one day, absent
And penniless the next…He had gotten home from
Work late…pulled into the driveway of his
Small yellow house just outside the city…
Wreaking of car exhaust and cigarettes.
He had entered the back door into their
Small kitchen and found his wife, Lucia,
Washing the dinner dishes; the dinner he
Had missed again.

She was angry…nearly breaking everything
She washed in the soapy water once she saw his
Face. A medium sized hearty woman…
She had a domineering attitude to match her
Husband’s soft-spoken manner. “Is it too
Much to ask for you to be home in time
Once…once a week, to eat with your family?”

“I have no control where the fares take me.”
He told her. “The longest ones never fail to
Always come at the end of the day.” Robert
Grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator
And sat at the small round kitchen table.
“I’m sorry.”

Lucia began drying dishes roughly with a
Towel as she turned to him… “Your daughter’s
Birthday is coming…and you hardly see
Her…She asks for you all the time…
Where’s papa? I need papa…And what can I
Tell her? Well?” She stared to him heavily.
“Tell me what do I say?”

“I’m sorry.” Robert felt awful. He loved his
Little girl…but there were bills to pay…
“Where is the money supposed to come from?”

She sighed. “At least go say goodnight to her.
Before she falls asleep. She’s been having trouble
Sleeping. Go say goodnight.”

Without thinking, shredded inside with guilt…
He immediately forced the strength to move
His tired legs to walk to his daughter Anita’s
Room to kiss his little girl goodnight.

She held her studded kitty tight as she lay
Awake…tucked under the covers, tightly, as
Though they were a shield. “Papa!” little
Anita shouted in a sweet, tiny voice.

“How’s my little one? How’s my favorite little
Person in the whole world?” Robert smiled…
Fueled with atomic strength of love when he
Saw her little face and heard her tiny voice…

“Papa, will you stay with me?” Anita beamed
With joy as she sat up beneath the covers.

“You, my little bundle,” Robert told her kindly,
“You need your beauty sleep. How are you
Going to save the world without your beauty sleep?
Remember our deal…You save my world…
You save the world…That takes a lot
Of rest.” He sat beside her on the bed,
Kissed her cheek, ran his hand over her curly
Head of hair, then nodded for her to lay
Down… “Now, sleep now…Sleep…”

“Papa please stay,” she said in a tiny voice,
“Mama won’t listen. I’m scared of my room.”

He laughed as he tucked her in. He was so
Tired, so very tired he could pass out. “You’re
Scared of your room?” Robert laughed as he
Looked around at the collection of dolls
And stuffed animals… “Are your friends
Here fighting?”

“No Papa,” Anita told him, her eyes big
And glassy, “The monster in my closet.
He comes at night.”

“Monster in your closet?” Robert laughed,
“Come on now, my little girl isn’t scared of
Monsters.”

“Papa he scares me. Please stay.” She begged.

“What?” Robert blinked, he thought he would
Fall asleep right there just then and yawned.
“Why does he scare you? You have your
Friends here to protect you. And your Papa
Your Mama are here to protect you. There’s
Nothing to scare you.”

“Yes there is,” Anita begged.

“Why?” he yawned. “Why is he so scary?”

“He has mean eyes,” Anita told him,
“He says mean things.”

“Why? What does he look like? What does
He say?” Robert asked.

“He says he owns me.” Anita said in a baby-
Like scared voice. “He has big red eyes. He
Looks like a snake.”

A chill ran up Robert’s back as he froze…
Stiff…Tight…Suddenly gripped by ghostly
Memories and nightmares of snake eyes…
When he was a little boy…
When a monster tormented him by night
In the shadows…
The beast no one saw that stalked the night…
The monster no one saw or believed in
Other than him…
Suddenly he was flooded with terrifying
Memories…
The reason his life had been so…slow…
Misshaped…abused…secretive…poor…
As he struggled to cope with the real world…
That wasn’t real…but full of lies…
Then he looked at his little Anita wide-eyed
And fully awake…Terrified to say anything.

He swallowed… “You just close your eyes,”
Robert told her softly, “Go to sleep, nothing is
Going to harm you, my little one.”
With that little Anita closed her eyes
And slowly fell asleep…as her father
Sat there and his nightly vigilant watches
Begin…

Something snapped inside him…
His life raced before his eyes and mind
As he stared at her closet…across
From the bed…the pale creamy paint of the
Door…the walls…The lamp on her dresser
That remained forever on…
The army of stuffed animals around her room
That served some wishful purpose of comfort…
A plush zoo of characters that only an
Innocent heart clung to…like he had
When he was little…

The shadows…What dwelt there…
At some point in the night he had begun
Quietly searching the corners of her room…
Her closet…looking for IT…

When his wife had asked if he was coming
To bed, inquired on what he was doing…
He only mumbled some excuse of noises…
She thought her husband was losing
His mind…as he began to do this every
Night…Until he let slip he was looking
For the monster scaring his daughter…
Then she did think he was crazy…

But as long as he remained awake nothing
Came or bothered her…She was safe…
Coffee kept him awake…though memories of
His life filled his mind and did this also…

At that moment his life changed…ended…
He sat awake guarding his daughter at
Night…stealing naps in his cab by day here
And there…All the while…The memories
And nightmares returned to him…

The fear…The little boy that slowly became
The shell of a man…
No one understood…he could never express it…
They called him a failure, stupid…
He could never concentrate in school, nor
At jobs…His family only saw him as the
Loser…worthless son…Unlike his successful
Brothers and sisters…

Robert wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t a failure or
A loser…He was a lost soul because
He was scared all the time…nervous…
From things he couldn’t talk about or
Understand…the things he saw and felt…
Ever since he was little he was too sensitive…
He saw shadows move…
Something was in the shadows always watching
Him…taunting, teasing him…

Flashes…Broken memories of red eyes…
Snake eyes…of some monster attacking him
At night…Ever since he could remember…
If he tried to tell anyone,
He was called a liar…if he cried he was called
A baby…or got hit by his father…
So he stopped trying to talk about it…
The monster…The creature…no one saw…
Of the shadows…in shadows…
It loved him to be scared…Terrified…
That he couldn’t talk about it made it better…
A prisoner in his mind…to the beast…
How perfect…
What a marvel the reason of the world created…
Don’t be scared of the dark…
Nothing’s there…
Yes, there is.

His entire life had been this way…
Creating a nervous, jittery man unable
To pursue a dream…or even have one…
A slave to fear…And a perfect slave to
The machine of the world…working little
Jobs…unable to think or grow…only fallow
The head…And unable to understand why
He couldn’t succeed because he was so
Insecure all the time…
His family made fun of him…
People never really valued him for friendship…
Because he was too scared all the time…
But over time and a lot of hard working
Odd end jobs eventually gave him a life…
A wife who settled for his company…
And then this precious little girl who
He loved…whose adorable little face and
Big innocent eyes woke him up one night
When she…a little 4 year old girl…simply
Said it…and the truth opened his mind…
The monster in the closet…
Was real…and had warped, twisted
And enslaved him his entire life…

What to do?
By some odd twist of fate…he had
Occasionally had these dreams…of people…
He’d met…on another world?
A Neverland of mysterious souls…The only
Thing that ever intrigued his thoughts…
He begged for their help…but they were
Confused too…and nothing happened…

If he only had someone…But you see his
Father had mysteriously killed himself when
He was a boy…and his very religious mother
Raised he and his brothers and sisters…

Weeks passed…then months…
His nightly vigils wore him so thin
That he became edgy…frantic…a shell…
Then one day it struck him…
His father had been that way…so odd…
Moody…beat him…then killed himself…
And the notion filled his head of
Salvation…by the gun he kept for
Protection in his dresser drawer…

Anita’s 5th birthday came…
To his wife’s protest…he asked his mother
To move in with them…To protect his little girl…
And then he planned the biggest,
Grandest birthday party that he could for
Anita…inviting the entire neighborhood…
The children…The families…
His wife thought he was insane…
He bought his daughter the kitten she
Always wanted…
It was quite a party. And the neighbors
Praised him for it…Everyone had such a
Great time…
He waited for a week to pass, then wrote
A note…

Please understand, I can’t do this anymore.
I love you, I do. I can’t explain. I pray
Someday, somehow you will. I can’t do
This anymore. Robert

And then one night…broken…tired…
Weak from lack of sleep…From tortured
Memories…fears of the past…fears of the
Future…He went to the dresser in the middle
Of the night…quietly took the gun…
Went to the kitchen…poured himself a small
Glass of straight whiskey…put the note on
The table…swallowed the whole glass of whiskey…
Then aimed the gun into his mouth, his head…
And pulled the trigger…
Silence…

But the trouble souls never end…
At least my nightmares never ended…

BOBBY…
For years…in dreams, broken here and
There throughout others…was this boy’s voice
Who kept asking…
Could someone please help me, please?
The haunting words…

That night…the last group meeting…
In a dark room…the last assembled…
Kathy brought the few together…
Lost and confused…I looked around…
My God what happened? Where was everyone?
The last time there was over one
Hundred people…And now I barely counted
Thirty! What happened?

“Where is everyone?” I asked, they asked…
Jacob, Julie, Joe…Jason…

“They’re gone.” Kathy only said…

“They’re dead.” Jason mumbled weakly…

“What are you talking about?” I was desperate…

“Jennifer…John…” Kathy said… “You
Remember…”

I fought it. They knew. We knew. I knew,
But refused to. “Where’s Bobby?”

Kathy kept saying to remember…Concentrate…
Remember. “Bobby’s gone…He slit his
Wrists, remember?” She kept talking and
I phased it out…

“I was supposed to help him. I promised I
Would.” I said… “He wanted to talk to me
Last time…”

“Didn’t you?” Kathy asked me.

I couldn’t answer. Julie saw it in my face,
So did Jacob…and Kathy.
The horror. The grief…
When Jennifer killed herself it shattered
Everything…For she inspired everyone while
Kathy was the glue…Everything crumbled…
I blocked him out…them out…
Bobby…All he ever wanted was for someone
To really talk to him…treat him like a
Person…But he was so good looking no one
Listened, they only stared and fantasized about
Him…it was sick, literally.

The truth was he was so nice to talk to…
Despite what life had done to him he
Was so nice…He clung to me like a puppy,
Like a little brother I never had…

What happened to Bobby? I need to know…

“You won’t like the answer.” Varence
Said.

“Tell me.” I said.

He looked sternly at Ceres…then she to him
Quietly…then to me. “You already know.” He
Pointed to the notebook. “Do as the Ascended
Master told you…Write it…and the answer
Will come to you.”

The runaway that cried. The little boy
That threw the book at me at the top
Of the stairs…
You said you would help me…
Please, will someone help me?
Those haunting words…

Wait for the answer. Wait for the call.
Then magic…The magic of dreams
And a world that tied this group together…
I heard them…Kathy heard them…
Jennifer heard them…but many blocked
Them out…
Talk to him…
1999…Kentucky…some nowhere town…
He was in his early twenties…
Barely out of high school…a desperate life…
Blond, blue eyes…six feet tall…
He was such a good looking kid, boy…young man.
A high school jock…football, baseball…
He played them all…anything to keep him
From going home after school…
The most popular boy in school…
The girls all wanted him…even the teachers…
Even men? He would smile…they would
Bend…race, run, blush…fall, and
Fantasize about him…it scared him.
Boys gave him dirty looks…until he
Said hello…then suddenly they were
Instant friends…The strangest power…

Everywhere he went it was like that…
The girls, the women would bat their lashes…
Flirt…Then turn ugly if he didn’t grace
Their advances…and the boys hated him
Unless he said hello…then suddenly he
Was the coolest guy they ever met…
But no one talked to him…
They flirted, they tried to get his attention…
Then when they had it…mindless awkward
Babble…
And the sex…all the kids were sex-crazed…
The adults too…It was insane…
To reject any sexual advance brought
The worst reactions…The girls, the women…
Got nasty…with noses high…
‘I’m not good enough for you…’ They would
Say. ‘Sorry to bother you…’

He didn’t want to hurt anybody…

And apparently his friends talked behind
His back…were competitive…always competing
With him over everything…constantly…
Or had secret crushes on him…
It was scary…frightening…
In a small, tiny nowhere town…
The locals’ sex-lives rivaled any soap opera
Or porn movie…Straight? Gay? Bi?
Ha! They were words…all the lines were
Blurry with the right person…
The penance…guilt…confusion…
The rewards…He had fun when he wanted
If he wanted…Which surprisingly wasn’t
That often…
But no one ever talked to him…
And he was dying inside from it…

But the worst…The nightmares were at
Home…He was the youngest of three
Children…His older brother and sister
Were much older…ten years older…
And they were beautiful too…Blond, blue eyes
The whole family was…it was ridiculous…
A legacy of the homecoming queen
Marrying the homecoming king…his parents…
But like the American dream…untold…
It frothed with imperfections…twisted…

His brother and sister disappeared…
Ran away from home when they were 18…
And never called…never checked in…
Brenda and Chris…vanished…
Why? He found out shortly after
Brenda ran away…

Now he always had strange experiences…
Dreams, nightmares…he said things in
The shadows…But they always told him to
Shut up, there was nothing in the shadows…
Yeah right.
His uncle, his mother’s brother often stayed
With them…His father and him were
Great friends…both jocks…They worked on
Cars together, yard work…played ball
Together…They did all sorts of things together…
While his mother just preferred to drink…
Life got suddenly stranger…
He never managed to keep a girlfriend
Long…They got so clingy, they never listened…
They never stopped talking…especially
About marriage…When he tried to talk
They called him self-absorbed…That
He had issues…What could he possibly
Have to complain about? He was gorgeous.
People can be ridiculously stupid.

He worked, pumped gas…the clerk at the
Local gas station convenience store…To
Save money…to run…But his mom’s
Illness…breast cancer…disturbed the
Whole plan…The pity, the grief…the
Excuses piled up…And it dragged on
For a few years…

But the coolest thing happened…For the
First time in his whole life…one night when
He went to bed…alone…he cried…prayed…
Can someone please help me…and that
Night…He dreamt of this place…familiar
People were there…a gathering…
Messy…unorganized…He met this guy…
Who said hello…And then he said hello…
And it was just plain talk…Nothing
Weird…no competition…He had never
Experienced something like that before…
So simple…Can you believe that?
Maybe it took the right person, who knows…

But he sure liked that guy from New Jersey.
He was so nice…he felt like an old friend…
He just could not believe it. And he lit
Up for the first time in his life…The dream…
That place…Something cool to talk about…
Someone cool to talk to…And suddenly it
Gave him something to hold on to, to believe in.

So I promised I would help him. How couldn’t
I? He was miserable…And my goofy conversation
Made him smile. It was ridiculous. Ridiculous!
Sometimes smiles are priceless…
And then you want to just make them
Smile and smile…with all you got.

But then you wake up…and reality…
And the nightmares come back…
But at least it gave him a little something…
The quiet strength and bravery to run…

He had gotten smart, wise to the warning
Signs to avoid the nightmares at home…
And the games people played on him…
And this imaginary friend from his dream…
He packed a bag…of essentials…
Nothing that reminded him of home…
And in the heart of the night fled to the
Nearest bus station…
There he was torn where to go…Torn…
Tempted to go to New Jersey to look for
A friend that might exist but would be
Impossible to find…Or…To California…
To Hollywood…To gamble…To use what
God gave him to be discovered…and
Build a life far away from home…
To California he went…with a dream
Inspiring him inside…of the first true friend
He ever had…I guess that’s how some
People are…surviving by hiding their
Dreams inside and never telling anyone…
He even had imaginary conversations with
This friend…Oh but some that I heard…

The dream grew inside him on that long
Bus ride to California…
Where he thought he could put all the
Bad memories behind him…and start over…
When he first arrived…he went straight
For the beach, he had always dreamed of
Seeing the beach…And that’s where he
Slept that first night…on the beach…
Cold yes, but so alive and happy and full
Of hope…The possibilities…he had taken
That first step…he was bold…he was brave…
But unfortunately Bobby was still so
Innocent…His experiences paled to what
The shiny Utopia, the Wolf in Sheep’s
Clothing of Hollywood.

It was like the darkness had cruelly
Herded the young this way…to that
Place…As he soon found out…

Morning found him trekking the sunny
Pleasure Mecca of Venice Beach…
He ate a junk food spoiled breakfast…
Then stumbled upon this awesome scene…
A gym of these huge bodybuilders.
They were amazing to look at, TITANS
In size and shapes by height and ages
Of all kinds…Smiling…And the people
Just stared at them in awe…
WOW! They had respect and admiration…
Like he always wanted…no one would
Mess with those guys…

He sat on a bench all morning watching
Them…an obsession inside him gnawing…
He wanted to be like them, so that
No one would ever bother him again…

But unknown to him, Bobby was also
Being watched…by a predator of another kind.
So this tall, massive muscled black
Man comes up and sits beside him on
The bench…strikes up a conversation…
“I’m Mike…” the guy says… “I’m Bobby…”
He returns…and a dark friendship began…
Falsely innocent Mike asked Bobby
About himself…he got vague answers…
Which meant a secret past, most likely
Abusive…Perfect…
Mike encourages the bodybuilding
Talk…Bobby beams…He wants to be
Like them…but he’s new in town…needs
To find a job, get set up…
“No problem,” Mike says, “I cam help
You out here. I’m a nice guy, you can
Trust me.”

Mike baits him…hooks him…flatters him…
And Bobby’s such a good looking kid…What
A dream come true…The whole plan falls into
Play…Bobby will stay with him until he
Gets set up…a new friend…he can trust
And depend on…No worries…

Yeah…No worries…I marked you Mike
Be afraid of me…

So the predator takes Bobby to his apartment
Makes him feel safe the first few nights…
By the end of the week he gets Bobby
A job at the gym where Mike works out…
He socializes him around to very specific
People…Endless smiles…pats on the back,
Handshakes…flexing…joking around…
It feels like a party…fantastic…
Flawless…Because the predator has done
This many, many times before…

Bobby suspects nothing…He’s in California,
Far from home…living a dream…
But this little light inside him nags
Him…in a comforting way. Please be
Careful…That dream world…These people…
His imaginary friend who he thinks about
Every night before he falls asleep…like a prayer…
Be careful…Be careful…And a girl’s voice
Telling him to believe…believe in the dream…

The second week is different…The predator
Is frustrated…plays it out…Feels Bobby
Out of hoe far he will go by swapping
Experiences…in sex…How much has he…
Had, how far has he gone…
Before he knows it…the man is
Shirtless showing off, flexing…The
Clothes are coming off…and the next
Thing he knows he’s in bed with his
New friend as a so-called experiment
And is lulled into a trusted relationship
By a sense of guilt and gratitude…
And the predator has himself a new boy.

The predator starts training with Bobby.
To muscle him up like the bodybuilders
He admires…The guys at the gym help
Coach the new kid…The new boy…The
New toy…for future use…abuse…and work…

All the money he makes ends up going
To the predator to help pay bills…
Buy supplements…Bodybuilders eat a lot
You know; not all are like this predator
Though…Please know that…
So Bobby becomes a slave…dependent…

Inside, in private he senses something is
Wrong…But he has no one to talk to…
Everyone he’s met encourages everything…
They’re all in on it…But this haunting
Feeling grows…

Soon the predator has this miraculous stroke
Of luck! A modeling job…for buff guys…
Muscle men wanted to model swimwear…
Underwear for the internet…magazines…
Easy money…Money that will help
Bobby on his own way…

He goes for it with a grin…but the joy
Is short lived when the photography session
Gets pushy…Lots of pictures…less clothes…
Until he is basically posing naked…
But the job pays…and they like him…
And they ask him back…

The money…The money is so good…And his
Buying things…his own things…And the
Predator is happy…life seems OK…

Then the next job involves multiple models…
Then touching…then posing…until it’s
Clearly pornography…and videotaping…
Filming…Then its movies…

Very quickly Bobby has no control over his
Life…And Mike is getting colder…greedier…
He wants more money…Starts pushing
Him to work…
Bobby grows hesitant, resists…
Then Mike gets violent…Threatening…
And Bobby gets scared…

Suddenly the whole new world of California
Has become a nightmare…of slavery…
And Bobby’s past looks like some
Awful rehearsal, a preparation for this
Set up…
He finds himself disgusted…afraid…
He can’t even look at himself in the
Mirror…Then he’s crying himself
To sleep again… ‘Someone help me please.’

Please, Please…Those people…he hasn’t
Dreamt of them in ages…his
Imaginary friend…Where was he?

His life was so insane, sad and
Miserable that he couldn’t dream…

Until one night he, by chance, dreams of
Them again…He sees his friend again…
But they don’t get the chance to talk…
I cannot believe I messed that up!

Bobby wakes up that morning to a
Master…A puppeteer…with a fantastic
Opportunity…that could get Bobby out on
His own…finally!

Anything, desperate…he’ll do it…Get out
And start all over…

The master has this job offer…This place
Out in the desert, in Nevada…Some
Big party…wants some bodybuilders
To go around in bathing suits mingling
With guests…Sort of like a muscle worship
Party…Where a bunch of rich people
Can leer, ooh and ah over half-naked
Muscle men for fun. Easy money…

So Bobby and a few guys from
The gym go…They’re picked up in
A limousine! And driven out to
Some estate in the middle of nowhere
Nevada…

But once there something is seriously wrong…
There are these big iron gates close
And lock…The mansion seems oddly
Dark with all the windows draped shut…
With iron bars on the windows too…
Inside the guys are led…told to strip…
But they’re not given bathing suits…
They’re given masks…Then they’re told to
Go out and mingle…naked…
Relax, they’re told, they have masks…
Have fun, no one will ever know who
You are…Have fun. Have fun. Have fun…

Hesitant, nervous, Bobby mingles…
The house is FULL of people…everyone
Is wearing masks…everyone is either
Naked or almost naked…
There are drugs, alcohol…

And people are pawing each other…
Twosomes…threesomes…moresomes…
Rooms with orgies…rooms where some
Only watch…and get high…Straight…
Gay…Bi…it’s all there…
A very familiar feeling in the air…
Like high school…
And high school parties…
His nightmare experiences back home
In the middle of the night…

He feels sick and wants to run…
But can’t…He’s groped at every turn
He makes…
He feels a sting in his back…
Then he feels heavy…his vision blurs…
The world starts to spin…
And he can’t think…

His mind slips away…Inside he’s crying out…
But no one hears…
Then a voice fills his head… ‘I see you…’
It’s awful…this sinister tone…
‘I see you…’

He looks around through drugged eyes…

There…in the crowd…hidden in plain sight…
Among the masks and flesh play…
This figure…of a man in a mask…
Without a mask…moving towards him…
So oddly…Twisting, tilting, leaning…
Side winding…What is that?
The flash…His appearance changes…
Some kind of…Lizard-like dragon man?
That face! A demon…The red eyes…
Inhuman…terrifying…familiar…
From the horrors of nightmares his
Mind locked and blocked away…
Powerless…paralyzed…In plain sight…
The attack comes…
And the crowd watches like it’s
Some movie show…
They laugh…They cheer…
The entertainment…The fear…
They’re so happy…The bastards…
He screams and cries…
But they laugh and laugh…
Blackout silence…
Lost hours…
Then it’s morning…
And somehow…Bobby wakes up back
At the predator’s apartment…
Immediately crying his eyes out…
No idea why…
But the memory…he’s woken up like
This before…disgusted…terrified…alone…
He tries to reach for something in
His mind to cling to but he’s too weak
Of spirit to find it…
He cried and cried…went to the
Bathroom…he couldn’t make it past
The mirror…he saw his reflection…
Flashbacks of horror filled the mirror…
No more to give…
He saw the master’s razor on the sink…
Took the blades…Then tore his wrists
Apart until he couldn’t stand…

That’s where he ended…

“So now you know.” Varence said…
Carefully… “I’m sorry…I ask you…
How do you feel?”

Since I started writing the lines in
My head had been spinning faster… “Honestly…”
I answered… “I feel…like I am…
Going to EXPLODE.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for
Years…” Varence said…No one else
Spoke…

“Who’s that over there?” I asked of the new
Woman standing with them… “When did
She get here, how long has she been here?”

“She…” Varence only said… “Next time…I’ll
Explain…How long has she been here? Just
Long enough.”

There was a feeling of intense emotions
Emanating through the room…

Now this is the part where those in power…
Look to their toys, their weapons, their
Technology…their secrets…and secret
Bunkers, hideouts…Plots, plans and
Schemes…and wonder…
You challenge the unchallengeable…

What is an angel with a crown
Capable of?

What does it mean?

GUESS.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=40442

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 20FEB2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (20 February 2016) 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 Bell Tolls…Starchild…

*SONG* “Heroes” by Alias
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd3L9YY4lsI

There was a stone cold mood of silence…
There was magic in the air…but it
Felt like a fist…

“The words, the wheels, the hours have
Been set in motion…” Varence said firmly,
His expression was unlike before…I can’t
Describe it… “No easy task…I realize what
I ask of you,” he pointed, nodded to me
And my notebook, “I know the toll it
Takes, has taken on you…For years…since
The beginning…more than 20 years…THAT
Is why I am here.”

Ceres nodded with a smile kindly. “That is
How he convinced me to help you here.”

“We do and are aware of EVERY little
Detail…as well as every obstacle in your
Way in all that time.” Varence told me.

“I understand.” I told him. “That’s how
We begin this time?”

“I just want to be clear,” Varence said
Strongly, “I remember…I know the
Dedication…and when you were ready to
Give up…and still you went on. I just
Want it said that I remember what you
Do not.”

“With admiration,” Ceres added to his words.
“He means to commend you. He is making
A point for others.”

“OK. That is what exactly?” I asked,
A little confused.

“My patience is gone.” He said simply.
“That is all I have to say.”

“All things happen for a reason in time,
Over time…” Varence looked amongst their
Faces… “I believe I’ve discussed timing…”

Vala hummed, stepping forward then…She
Gently rolled her head in a circle and took
A long breadth. “Time…can do so much…”

“Your opening words drive my patience
For sure,” Rana then interrupted, moving
Forward, her arms folded; again, a thing
She repeatedly did with aggravation. “I
Should begin the words from now on…And
Waste less time…”

“I see you all appear in a mood,” I
Had to say. “Is something wrong?”

“We have discussions when you are not
Here,” Ceres added then…she seemed the
Calmest voice so far, “It appears we all have
Different views on how to proceed.”

“It seems the more that arrived the
More complicated it becomes.” Varence said.

“I have an idea,” Kierista then spoke;
She was always the voice of reason. “How
Would you like to proceed?” She looked
Straight at me with a pleasant, calm smile…
“Why don’t you speak…of what you
Want to know…That’s only fair…Since
We cannot agree at the moment.” She
Said, looking to each of their faces…

“Fine.” Varence conceded…to which then
They all nodded…

“First,” Evangella rose… “I would like to
Say something.” They were stunned since
She had not said much of anything so far.
She walked calmly up to me, her eyes
Focused on the notebook, my pen. “Since it
Has come to pass…Events in the universe…
Align…More than of Earth…All things
Are affected…at times like these…That’s
How things are…The Apollo that is Varence
Guides with his words…Vala, her magic
And siren’s song…Nothing can match it…
Nothing…We are to assemble for some
Purpose to come…
You look at me now…the voice of faith…
The spirit, spiritual…Religions…Faith
Has a power too…Strong in the universe…
Even on a world struggling with direction
Like yours…Earth…
Consider this my contribution…
Write, read and listen very carefully.”
Her voice, face, eyes were like stone…
Steel…a sword… “Piercing the veil…
Crushing, crashing through the bubble
That envelops the Earth by Masters that
Dare to control things…
Consider these words no spell…but fact…
A warning from the divine…
For those in power that gamble lives…
Shall be the first to feel those risks…
So act carefully…I believe you know
Divine messengers to be known for these
Proclamations…
The bells toll…The trumpets sound…
Why? Revelations…
Ancient Egypt once knew these plagues…
Now the world will…
In cities corrupt…The leaders…
Shall feel it first…And I mean those
In power…They know who I speak of…
There’s no hiding…
Those that run…will feel the weight of a ton…
So if you want to save yourselves…
Save the world…
There is a far bigger game at play…
Rome of Earth…
Coliseum of Earth…
You think you have the answers?
You think you are prepared?
Heaven is involved…in that there is
No contest. Have you learned nothing?
Remember Rome…
Or lose a city as an example…
That is all I have to say…for now.”

Silence…
A pause of reflection…

“She speaks for the first time,” Rana
Said with admiration, “And thunder
And lightning resound…Then suddenly
Things become more clear…” Then
Rana turned to me with a smile, “Now…
Back to you…Please…How do you wish
To proceed?”

I thought for a moment, but honestly I
Didn’t have to think long. “I…These are
Things I would like to know…But there
Are things everyone wants to know…
The stories…The posts…They want it
Done yesterday…There are reasons for
Everything…So if Earth is one giant
Laboratory…a game board…a coliseum…
And maybe the universe in a sense is
Rome…Then what’s the point? Tell me
That. What’s the point to it all?”

“The Starchild.” Vala said, spoke with
Plain solemn words, and then hummed.
“The Starchild…the Starchildren, Starseed…
Call them what you will…The point?
The hope to all of this?” She turned her
Head with a beaming smile about them
All… “It has always been that…The
Starchild…Haven’t you figured that out?
The Starchild…The Earth has them…
Other worlds do not…THAT is what
Makes Earth so special…sets you apart
From other worlds…You want to know
The whys, hows and what fors…
There you have it…The Starchild…
That is the answer you seek.”

She, Vala, waited for me to respond
Before continuing…

“What?” I asked…

“Say, write what you are thinking,” she
Hummed, “Don’t hesitate.”

“Vala.” Varence then tried to say, his
Tilted brow sharp, like his eyes… “There
Are things to address—“

She held out her arm, pointing her
Finger, “I’ll have you silent now. No,
This is my turn to speak with him…
You listen.”

“What do you want me to say?” I asked.

Vala hummed, her eyes sparkling…the
Long waves of her honey colored hair framed
Her expression like a hood; like the
Witchcraft drawing…But her eyes were
As gentle as they were fierce…Then she
Smiled…that siren’s song in her voice
And words, “You are so easily satisfied…
That’s rare to find…”

“It’s the company here.” I told her.

“Good answer.” Vala hummed. “Fine…I’ll
Tell the story this time…”

“Starchild…The word is magical, isn’t it?
Why? Oh…And lo and behold many
Will ask…is it me? Am I the one? Am I
The Starchild? It’s me. It’s me…
There’s no one Starchild…there are many…

Oh yes, once upon a time there was ONE
Special child born…Sheltered by a
Primitive tribe…Was his life easy? No.
He was raised by a shaman and
Struggled to blend in his whole life…
Always feeling different…always apart…

With a heart and mind beyond his
Time…he was different from the day he
Was born…Not of the Earth, not of the
Elvar…both, yet completely new…

From the beginning his charming eyes
Always looked up…To the sun and skies
By day and beyond…Both the twilight and
The dawn were horizons of the future to
Him…riddled with visions and premonitions
Of things to come…

And by the night, his eyes remained quietly
Locked on the stars and the moon…and
Everything beyond…Space was a
Vast open mystery…hiding a distant
Home…Where his true parents lived
Out a happy life…a life of love yes,
But one empty of a child they lost…

You see, despite the miracles of the
Star pilgrims…They could not travel home
And back in his life time…They couldn’t
Then…So he, his life was bound to
Earth by a magical, but lonely twist
Of fate…

Unfortunately that is the Starchild’s legacy…
To feel apart in spite of any company…

Do not mistake this for the longing
To fit in…to find one’s place…THAT is
In everyone’s life…
No, this is different…

Different how? You see, he…was compelled
To find his place…so he worked harder
At making life more sense…as a whole…
He didn’t whine or complain…
He made a difference with his life…
And his life affected countless other lives
In an endless chain of events…that
Ultimately made life better for the whole…
He studied the ways of the shaman…
And taught others to learn…
That’s the difference.

And then over time…he, 1…became
2…in his children…and the 2 became 4…
The 4 became 10…and so on…Until there
Were hundreds…and then thousands…

Now, not all were prodigies…some were
Just simple, simply content people…But
They did spread…And they did contribute
To the new breed of humans on Earth.

But the Elvar did come back…
To search…And they did find their lost
Bloodline…But how…will surprise you
By dreams…
By echoes of their deeds…
Where does inspiration come from?
Whispers, messengers from Heaven?

Now…Imagine this…
Throughout history…Famous names
That moved the soul…
What if famous composers or artists…
Created music identical to that of other
Worlds? Would it surprise you?
A piano sonata…echoed through
Space…shared in arts by that of another
World…Would that surprise you?

Why no, that’s only on Earth…Is it?
That would attract attention…

The Earth is not alone in its shape,
Size or design…nor in its life forms…
Finding something unique or original…
Something new…Now that is a quest
Everywhere…
Minds are most unique…
Or can be…when they dare.
The dreamy mind…The eyes to the stars…
The starchild makes things happen…
Something to think about.”

“So that’s the story of the starchild then?”
I asked. “They make things happen?”

“Well, it’s a never-ending story.” Vala
Hummed, “With never-ending variety.
You want a story then? Because if
You’re looking for a story of the first
Starchild…you may be disappointed…
By the time they came back…They
Did not find the son…but they did
Find his children…

But they didn’t want to go…
And the effect they had on the world…
Was so fascinating…The changes that
Took place…
So they gave them the option to go or
Stay…Believe it or not, they did not
All always want to go to the stars.
Some were quite happy here…on Earth.
Does that surprise you?”

“No,” I said, “Not really.”

Vala gently shook her head while
She hummed, “It’s not always so
Complicated…that doesn’t make it less
Magical…

He did live longer, he was different
That baby, the child…But then that’s
The gift part…he wasn’t just a Starchild
But a love child as well…and that too
Brings gifts.” She moved closer, gently…
Smiling, beaming…

“I would rather not take this route with
Words right now.” Varence interrupted.

Vala grew impatient. “I am speaking.
Be silent. I will not warn you again.”
Once she had him quiet, she hummed
Again…returned her eyes to me then
Went on. “I want you to tell them.
We know…we watch…And so do
Many others…more than you know…”
She laughed, then looked upwards…her
Eyes spinning, seeing past the room
Into the void of the unknown which
She knew well…

“We’re not always going to say it in a
Story…Sometimes we will just say it…

For instance…Your relatives in the
Stars…Each time they came back for
Their descendants…The more magical
The story became…The influence of those
Starchildren…The way the Earth grew…
Was reborn…The way civilization rebuilt
Itself…It was a learning experience
For all…

And the star people began visiting
Other tribes around the world…
Egypt…African tribes…Asia…South
America…Your Native American tribes…
Not to mention the few that stayed
Behind to hide among you to study
What was happening…
The secrets they imparted…
The mysteries…
The riddles that they hoped future generations
Would one day put together…

Why would they do that? So they could
Offer some shred of clues and hope
Without drastically influencing the rise
Of civilization…
So that this new breed of human
Of Earth could evolve on its own…

Then of course there was the Dark
Kind that was monitoring the project
Population…with their experiments
And abductions…
They, the Dark Ones, were so proud of this
That they spread into 8 other worlds
To duplicate what was happening…

People will say what they will about this…
Object to anything and everything…
Pardon me then, Earth Science
Knows all the answers…
They never change their views…
They never say, “We now know…”
Over and over…Do they?”
She laughed.

“Must you say this now?” Varence
Complained.

Vala turned to him almost wickedly.
“Silence.” Her eyes were vicious.
“He’s so afraid of what I will
Reveal…I am talking…And everyone
Is free not to listen or read…

But allow me to tell this…
There are reasons…They left clues…
The Starchildren are a magical element
To the events going on…

Why did I call those 4 corners?
Of all the places…The reasons…The races…
Mark my words…

The circle of stone…
The sands of the Middle East…
The ancient lands of the Mayans
With their rain forests and exotic
Rare things…The Medicine Men…
And the Four Corners of American
Southwest…

The legends and lore are based in FACT.

Now I’m telling you clearly…
The Dark Empire fears things
And has weaknesses…
Consider that please…

The races that suffered in your
History…The Jews…The black race…
Why the red skin race lost their
Lands, nearly strangled from existence…
They have a power they fear…
In their customs, in their faith,
In their magic…even in nature
Itself…Plants that are toxic to them…

Use what I’ve said…
Hidden in the words are the
Answers…It’s the best way to reach
You…So that you find the strength
In finding them on your own…

Trust me…Because we don’t have
All the answers…But you do, or will…
That’s what they’re waiting for…
For the right ones to finally come
Together…To put the pieces together…
So that both sides can find the answers…

Because BOTH sides are struggling with
The SAME PUZZLE…
Then they’ll come…Don’t you see…It’s a
Journey shared by both sides…They want
Answers…you want answers…So they
Share the clues they have in the hopes
You can help solve them…Being this
Miracle new race that you are.
That’s why the Dark Ones steal
And abduct some…The experiments…
They all have the same questions.”

“That’s the big picture then?” I asked
Her. “Because it’s a big game board.
Big questions, searchers…They don’t
Know everything…They experiment
To find the same answers to questions
That everyone has?”

Vala nodded. “That’s why they’re so
Interested in the Angel…What he did
To you…They wanted it to happen.”

“They did?” I asked.

“Now consider,” Vala hummed, nodded,
“Why he brings us, my sisters together…
The Divine Power Struggle at work…
The Female Aspect…The Goddess…

The Draconians have a queen…
The Dark Female Aspect…
To defeat them you need the Equal
Divine Female Force of Good to fight it…

The Goddess Aspect is sorting itself
Out in the universe to do this…
The women will understand this…
It’s a complex aspect…
To find the balance, the right power…
Because there are many sides to it…

The Mother…The Sister…The Daughter…
The Friend…The Nurturer…The Lover…
The Warrior and the Protector…
The Magic…The Intuition…
The Dark Side…The Way of Peace
And Light…

To fight the darkness this power
Must sort itself out…

Men have it too…Think about it…
But the injustice, the battle right
Now is with the Goddess Energy…
That is why it must fight to
Find its balance…to win.
It will make sense…Believe me…

The Gathering is coming…
And those answers will come…
Just as the stars will come alive
Over your world as it happens.”

“That is enough!” Varence ordered, his
Voice like thunder as he moved quickly
To stand between her and me.
“Weigh your words against the timing
And what they can and can not see…
The timing!”

“No,” Rana then demanded, standing
To join them in front of me, “let her speak.
SAY IT…Enough of your games and
Its timing…if we are to come together
Let’s say it out loud in front of him
So that he knows…writes it…Tells
Them…”

“Rana…” Kierista begged her to be
Quieter…

“No!” Rana said to all of them, then
Looked at me. “I’m saying it, so write it.
I don’t care what they think…we’re
Here together sharing stories for a
Purpose…Yes, you learn from stories…
But if you do not get the point they
Have no meaning…So here I say it…
Tell them to sort out their own petty
Problems…Fix things to join the bigger
Game hidden from them…
The prejudices and injustices are
Everywhere…Do you think there are
None in space, think again. Have some
Ridiculous notion of paradise in space
And you will be swallowed by a beast.
Stop coddling them and just say it!”

“I do agree on this.” Vala hummed.

Varence looked at Ceres for support…
They had been here the longest…But
She simply smiled sarcastically with her
Eyes and said nothing…
“I take the time so that all may see…
Explaining to them is a delicate matter…”

“Say they are sensitive and I will scream,”
Rana said ferociously… “Say, talk of
Peace and love and I will claw your
Eyes out. Save that talk for paradise.
There is no paradise here!”

“We really must be practical.” Ceres
Said calmly, her tone suggesting her
Experience gave reasons. “Consider the
Subjects and matters of the past and
Present…What choices are there?”

“The potential is there!” Varence insisted,
Pleaded with them…

“You are fantasizing about potential.”
Rana responded…

“We must call them to gather,” Vala
Reasoned solidly, “Just as you bring us
Together…You, we…must do what we
Can to bring them together…” She pointed
To me… “They must gather also…
It’s the only way to find the
Answer…The ancients put the
Knowledge and weapons in the crystal
Skulls to use…For the right ones to
Use…The visitors gave the natives in
The past the messages to hide in the caves
Around the world to put the pieces
Together…”

“Vala…” Varence said, biting his teeth,
Fighting his temper… “You are pressing
A delicate switch…”

“Things will explode regardless!” Rana
Insisted. “Yes, yes we know…The wrong
Ones do it and it’s over…They don’t know…
He doesn’t know…You don’t know for
Sure…sooner or later the risk has to be
Taken.”

“That’s why we arranged this radio show
The events leading to it…” Varence said.

“You did that?” I asked.

“Everything needs a little…PUSH.”
Varence said slyly. “Just tell Roger
To go with the flow…and it will happen.
Stop worrying. The road is long…
We’ve all taken gambles…one right
Decision will lead to another and another
And then in time…and things will be
As they should be…Its not about
Getting what you want here…It’s about
Getting where it should be.”

“Finally.” Rana declared. “Pray he not lay
Into no riddling words or I will slap
Him to the floor.”

“Then,” Varence said to me, kindly,
Heavily, “Your next job will begin…
You have to finish this part first.”

“Oh joy.” I said. “I can imagine how
This will go over.”

“Listen…” Vala hummed, her eyes
Focused with the sparkle of a witch’s brew…
“Call them…I call them forth…
Through the fog of fears and doubts…
I call them to rise and see…Let the
Clouds lift, split and depart…
And like the sun…The rays of lights to
Shine…and grow and glow…The inner
Light…Fire of works and lost story of
The soul ignite…Blast cast and
Last…Through the mind and soul…
Stay to life in the heart and soul’s
Memory…Rise to life…Brighter than
The sun, the stars, the moon…Find yourself
And in that find the magnet…The
Magnet’s power…Then feel the magnet’s
Pull to where it belongs…Let the rest only
Ride with the magnet and its pull…
Let it find the peace there…Let the soul
Become the magnet and find it’s true
Mate…By these words spoken and
Unbroken repeat them and their power
Will grow…and the gathering will then
Come…”

“Excellent.” Varence smiled, nodded
To Vala’s words; oh how he marveled
At her way with words. Wink. “Now
It will spread everywhere whether
They know it or not.”

“Go now…” Vala told me… “Find fate
In the words with the radio show…
Listen carefully.”

“One thing I ask before you leave.”
Varence cocked one eyebrow and
Watched me carefully.

“Yes?” I asked.

“What’s the date you know?” He asked
Plainly.

“February.” I answered. “It’s February 2016.”

He smiled…He smiled slyly to them then
To me. “Are you so sure?” He laughed.

Pause. Reflect. Consider the radio show.

Valiant

My artwork…Souldance…

My Note: that Radio show with Roger was recorded 2 days ago and is set to be placed on the internet over this weekend…especially Valentines Day (how fitting, that’s Valiant’s birthday!) I will send the links as soon as I receive them….Lida, Valiant’s Mom. With a special Happy Birthday to my son!

…..there will be a lot of answers there. Please listen when you can!

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=39851

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 13FEB2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 January 2016) 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 Bell Tolls…Secrets Of Earth and The Ancient Star Pilgrims…

*SONG* “We All Die Young” by Steel Dragon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-WqWaZxXSo

“Tread softly…Listen…The Eyes and Ears…
The bell tolls…and the trumpets…command it…
There are reasons…
In the songs are clues…
Why? What? Who for?
A gathering comes…Foretold in Legends
From family secrets…To genetic memory…
To long secrets held by Indian Nations…
A magic book…A secret cave…
A medicine man will announce it…
Many will want to go…
They will insist some…whine and attest
Others will cry…while others will deny…
Just know this…And I say it only once…
This is meant for only the right ones…
For the wrong that go…WILL DIE.”
Varence said with a calm unforgiving tone…

“Now…From this point on when I speak…
If its riddles you hear…Oh well…
It had to be said and will be.”

“Finally!” Rana exclaimed with relief. “He
Says it! Now we move on…”

The sisters all sat around…as I wrote…
Only Varence and Rana stood…Then Ceres,
With a warm and kind smile said… “Now
You finish the story of the Elvar, Bill.”

“I would enjoy that.” Vala hummed.

Varence stood politely in front of me, leaning…
His expression imposing; I swear this guy
Loved taunting: He smiled, rolled his eyes, “Stop
Saying that, I’m not mean…I’m always
Appropriately considerate.”

“I should slap you,” Rana smiled, “But for
Some reason all I want to do is LAUGH.”

He took command then, enjoying every second
Of it. “You write like I think,” he said,
“I like that.”

“Because you told me to.” I said

“Anyway, now…” Varence went on, “As
The rest of the story goes…Listen carefully…
I told you the story already…but you had to
Wait…Think…My words, Ceres words…
Eyes to the mind…The story goes…Tell
It this time…Let it flow…
Everything you know is about to change…”

Backward…From their view on the ship…
The commander had done as the Lord Apollo
Instructed and ordered his ship to the Northeast
Lush green islands…of rolling hills,
And lochs…of ancient forests that still
Grew old timbers…For Earth, it was an age
Of ruddy chiefs and barbarians…For the Elvar
It was simply an accidental unintentional
Visit…and exploration…

The tall blond, bearded man stood before the
Mirror adjusting his dark blue uniform…
Fussing…procrastinating. He groaned at his
Reflection… “If answers could only come from
Mirrors…” he said to himself…

Then his loving wife, a fair skinned blond woman…
With long curly hair stepped up behind him…
Smiling to his reflection. “Then you would
Hear only wise answers…Because you are a wise
Man…You know the answers…Stop doubting
Yourself.”

He shook his head. “Why are we here?” He
Turned to her. “You saw them…You saw them
Too, the specters…The spirits…The gods…
Whatever, whoever they were. Should I have
Been so foolish to have embraced his request
So fast?”

She nodded. “I saw them. It happened.”
Her voice was sincere, her eyes big blue and
Comforting. “El’Adan…They were here. I know.
Anyone would have done the same.”

“El’Lena,” he begged her, “Everyone keeps
Asking me why…I can not bring myself
To say the words…The Great Lord Apollo of
Earth. Earth? O’Pel of the Ministry would
Have me publicly chastised…O’Din and his
Mystics would revel in their myths and
Legends…There would be an uproar in the
People.”

“Say what you will when you feel it is right.”
She told him, gently grabbing his shoulders
To support him. “You are the Commander…
Forget them. They will find questions to
Anything…Let them talk…They will never
Be silent or satisfied…That is how things are.”

“We’ve been here a full cycle of the moon,” he
Told her as he moved to grab and put on
His blue dress coat; such formal attire…
Everywhere. “We have our fuel…The ship is
Fair to leave…I have no reason to tell them
For us to stay…For what? For a
Secret visitor Apollo to reappear?”

She smiled, lowered her brow…El’Lena looked
So sweet and strong…despite her delicate
Pink gown… “He asked for our help…
Obviously he knows you will make the
Right decisions without constant instructions.”

“A thousand questions I could ask…” The
Commander confessed…

“Then,” she suggested, “Give them something
To do…Busy hands have no time to doubt
With questions.”

He nodded with a victorious smile. “You are
A wise counsel. M’Jan would suffer insult
If he knew you gave such advice.”

She beamed, her smile so proud. “And if I
Were the commander, you would do the same…
We are two but one…” She hugged him tight.
“Now go…go to work…You’ll know exactly
What to do.”

He smiled, kissed her and then departed strongly
For the bridge. With each step his thoughts
Found reasons for the day ahead…
Stronger and more confident as he
Passed each crew member…each colonist
Along the way until he reached the
Main bridge…Then when he sat he was
Ready as commander; all doubts he put
Out of his mind…Though they were there
When he returned to his home quarters at
Night…

On the bridge…It was a large round room,
Found at the top of the ship…Every view
Had panels and seats…Lighted consoles
And view screens and keyboards with symbols,
Each with attentive workers in various shaded
Blue uniforms…
All bowed heads for the commander…
There was respect, pleasant smiles…
There was no small talk…
These were a focused people…calm, cool, collected…
ALWAYS…This was their nature without end.

Immediately his first officer M’Jan, a tall
Orange haired, fit middle-aged, handsome
Looking man came to the commander’s side…
Followed quickly by O’Tel, his second officer,
Another very fit, good-looking, tall, amber
Colored hair, young looking man stood to his other side…
Both had the same straight shoulder
Length hair; they all did…aside from
Some who wore theirs to their waist, it
Was custom. His officers were his eyes, ears
And arms…Always eager for orders.

“Sir,” M’Jan said politely. “What are the
Instructions for the say? Are we to make
Our departure and resume course for the
Other colonies?”

“All coordinates are ready,” O’Tel added.

“No.” The commander calmly told them, almost
Appearing bored as he held his coat’s lapel.
“Gather senior officers in the meeting
Room…I would like to address them…on
Something of my mind…I will await
Them there.” He left then for the said room.

Within minutes…An assembly of twenty
Of all the highest ranked officers had gathered
In the great meeting room…
Seated around a long, oval, darkly polished
Table…In a sparse, brightly lit ivory-gray
Room with no windows…only view screens
On the surrounding walls…that occasionally
Flashed images of the woods and
Horizons; it was a beautiful planet.

The commander waited for their full
Rested attention, then spoke. “Listen everyone,”
He said with a kind authority. “I realize
Our mission is to join the colonies…But I believe
We have purpose here. I believe we have
Come here by no accident…and I wish to
See why…There is life here.”

“Savages,” M’Ren said fast. The leading
Science officer, a tall, fair, golden haired
Woman of strong character. “Primitives…
The animals are more interesting…we have
Viewed countless variety.”

“I would like to study this variety.”
The commander told them.

“All of them?” M’Jan asked. “The
Animals, planets…its people?”

“Yes,” the commander said… “This
World is rich in abundant variety. Why?”

“You are interested in the inhabitants
As well?” M’Rond, chief medical officer
Asked. He was another tall, blond man; all
Were fit, all possessed attractive features.

“Yes.” The commander answered. He
Paused…studied their faces…They were
Content with this…No one protested, if
Anything they were intrigued. “In eight days
I will have us meet back here for reports.
Please, note anything that strikes you…
Anything at all…Thank you.”

The crew did as they were told…Very soon
All departments were consumed with
Collecting data…And it wasn’t long before
Many discoveries were made…time
And time again…until many were
Constantly gasping…Then the questions
Came…and theories were rising…

The commander relaxed contently as the days
Passed, his crew enthralled by the discoveries
Of this blue planet they were visiting…

O’Pel of the ministry didn’t bother him. It
Only gave him more time to praise the Heavens
And encourage prayer among the people; they
Were extremely spiritual…though humble
Manner could easily become impatient…

Then at last the 8th day came…That
Morning the commander was nervous…There
Still had come no 2nd visit from the Great
Apollo…And though the crew was busy with
His instructive studies of the planet, he could
Not avoid a fear growing within him…why
Were they here? A nagging feeling grew
Within him…instinct. Should they, would they
Come to regret coming to this planet Earth?

That morning…
The weather was clear and bright…
It was the season of spring…
But there was a terrible fear in the commander…

Upon entering the great meeting room on the
Bridge…El’Adan found the
Room eagerly full of restless, talkative officers…
All held study tablets full of data which
They discussed with wide words amongst
Each other…When the commander entered
They rose to stand to greet him…by their
Faces he could tell it was going to be an
Interesting discussion…Every one of them
Appeared eager to be first to engage his
Attention…

“Greetings,” he smiled at them as he took his
Seat at the head of the table, “I see you
All have much to say…”

M’Jan looked back and forth between the
Brightly lit image of Earth filled the
Screen… “The planet we are on…” She pointed
In a circle… “This is no natural world.”

“How so?” the commander asked.

“Sir,” M’Ren responded, “We have all
Been comparing research…There is no
Nature here…not as we have ever known
It…Forgive my abrupt words…The information
Is overwhelming.”

“Debates have consumed everyone for
Days…” M’Jan told him… “To be honest
Since day one.”

“Why?” the commander was puzzled.

“The ecosystems of this planet…” M’Ren
Explained… “There are so many…Too many.
We simply do not see this variety…not
Under these conditions so fast…These were
Created.”

“Created?” the commander asked.

“Sir,” M’Jase, a tall red-haired woman
Interrupted; the leading geological officer,
“This planet has undergone quite a
Transformation…very quickly…”

“We believe…” M’Ren went on, “Some kind
Of cataclysm…of atomic causes.”

“The collapse of a civilization,” M’Jase
Continued, “with atomic power…Possibly more
Advanced than that…Either by accident or
Deliberate…We’re not sure…”

“Deliberate?” the commander scowled…

“The people of this planet…” M’Ren tried
To find the words…. “The primitive savages…They…”

The faces of the officers shared a confused
Expression…The words to say it…

It was then that M’Rond, the leading
Medical officer joined words…He was
Tall, blond and handsome; they were all this way.
“Sir, their DNA is NOT normal…not
What it should be…not under these
Conditions…and certainly not in these
Environments.”

“How so?” the commander asked.

“There is much to say.” M’Jan nodded.

“What are you trying to say?” The
Commander asked the officers.

“These people,” M’Rond said slowly, “There is
No other way to say it…They have been
Experimented on.”

“Simply say it,” M’Ren said fast. “This
World is one great laboratory.”

“What?” the commander looked about them
In shock…

“For example,” M’Ren turned to the screen
And pointed to the wide ocean far west;
The Pacific. “This ocean here…The tectonic
Plates beneath it are extremely
Unstable…This ring…was impacted
In a distant past by a powerful explosion…
Shattering its crystal network…creating
A massive instability in the crust…it would
Have triggered quakes…volcanic eruptions…
Tidal waves…an entire polar shift…
An entire shift of the surface of the
Planet…”

“An extinction event.” M’Jase added. “Not
To mention the impact craters of meteors,
Asteroids…something else, at various other
Positions of the planet…And all occurred in
A VERY close period of time.”

“Something else?” the commander asked…

They only stared at one another…

“There are remnants of structures, cities
In our scans…buried far beneath the
Surface…And not just in one place,
Several.” M’Ren said nervously.

“The depths of the remains,” M’Jase

Shook her head, “The magnitude of the
Force to do this…I can only imagine…”

“And the life forms!” M’Ren told him.
“There were GIANT beasts that roamed
The planet…All gone…And even they…
Were INSANELY enormous…The size…The
Sheer amount of resources required to sustain
Populations of their kind…is ridiculous…”

“And they were eradicated FAST.” M’Jase
Explained. “They rose fast, covered the world
Fast…” She shook her head… “The size and
Variety…it was as if…something pushed their
Genetics to the limits to grow, twist and turn
Every which way…and then GONE.”

“Extinctions do occur.” The commander said.

“To be replaced by drastically different
Species?” M’Ren asked. “So fast. No.”

“There was a Beastly Age of Monsters.” M’Jase
Explained… “There was an advanced
Civilization here…cities…many, many cities…”

“And they were human.” M’Ren said, hesitating.

“WERE human?” the commander asked
“WERE?”

M’Rond stood then and went to the view screen.
All fell silent. He touched the screen and
The image of one of the local male natives
Appeared. He pointed. “This…is an example of
One of the current nearby natives…Notice
The features…Look past the animal skin
Garments…The grizzly beard…The worn features…
This is a…man…in part a human man.”

“In part?” The commander was confused.

“Sir,” M’Rond said carefully. “This…person, this
Thing…has been altered…His DNA is
Much like ours…but also has other factors
That ours do not…additives…modifiers…and
DNA that just should not be there.”

“What?” the commander asked.

“Sir,” M’Jase explained. “Something did
This to them. Something changed them. And
It was no accident. It was intentional.”

“And it is still happening.” M’Ren added.

The commander was speechless. A fear
Grew inside him…as he sensed what they
Were suggesting…would say…

M’Rond pointed to the subject on the screen, “We
Surmise that a fragment of the past
Civilization survived…a small number…Perhaps
An island…a cave underground…a ship…
And then by limited number…their genes
Were isolated…possibly some in-breeding occurred,
Causing cellular corruption, degeneration…
Corrosion…At which point foreign DNA
Was introduced…And by judging at the
Depth of fragments in the DNA…it
Was put there on purpose not by natural
Mating…thus causing new elements, new
Behaviors…”

“They became something else.” M’Jase said.

“Their hormone levels are insanely high,” M’Rond
Said, “Too high for this level of degeneration…
It would cause intense erratic emotions…
Incapable of being controlled…Without the
Ability to control these emotions it would lead to
Violent behavior…primitive behavior.”

“I don’t understand,” the commander said,
“You said foreign DNA? Primitives?”

“They have Sirian DNA,” M’Rond explained.
“Draconian DNA…in their base core…That
Could only be put there by science,
Not marriage…The compiled strands are
Causing these intense emotions…No humans
We know are like this…they don’t exist
But here…This level of emotional behavior
Would bring insanity…without control.”

“But,” M’Jase went on, “In a laboratory
Situation…with wide exposure to different
Stimulants…environments…weather…The
Results could be quite fascinating…in creating
A new form of human being…”

“Emotions…could, like this,” M’Rond told him,
“Prove to be a very useful source of fuel…
Food…and under the right conditions…
Vessels…to play with…fight with…or possibly
Even become a very powerful being.”

“Sir,” M’Jan told him solidly, “This is the
Signature work of the Dark Empire. The
Evidence is all over the planet. Its one of
Their slave planets. And the humans that
Once called it home…fell victim to them.”

The commander was stunned. He knew
This was near their region. And he
Recalled the Great Apollo’s words…
But this…

Just then an interruption came in over
The intercom. “Commander, we have
A situation in the infirmary. We request
Sir M’Rond and yourself there as
Soon as possible.”

The commander hesitated with concern, “Of
Course,” he answered and then rose to depart, “Please,”
He instructed for the science team, “Accompany us.”

The commander, M’Rond, M’Ren, M’Jase
And M’Jen then quickly left for the medical
Wing…continuing their discussion
Along the way…

“Please,” the commander instructed, “Tell
Me in short what you wish to say…You
Clearly have much to say…”

“Sir,” M’Jase said as they entered a lift to
Descend to the medical level. “This world,
This planet…isn’t just one giant
Laboratory…it is a zoo.”

“What?” the commander grimaced.

“A collection of life forms,” M’Ren explained,
“As diverse as the imagination can be…
From every known corner…From the birds, the
Insects, to the mammals…great horned and
Hooved animals…the reptilian species…wolves,
Rodents…felines…lions.”

“Lions?” the commander asked, his jaw
Hung wide as the lift descended. “Lions and
Reptiles on the same planet?”

“Yes!” M’Ren exclaimed.

“And the plant life,” M’Jase added, “There
Are no words…Species and sub-species from
EVERY known world…The conifers alone…”

“But all planets can be lush with life,” the
Commander said, “We know our
Ancient ancestors seeded the stars with
Meteors rich in seed-life…”

“Not this way,” M’Jase insisted, “No meteor
Life capsule disperses life this way…THIS
Was deliberately made…IT WAS BROUGHT
HERE.”

“Sir,” M’Ren added as the lift came to a rest,
“There are some species identical to our home
World…WHY? HOW?”

They exited the lift and walked swiftly
To the infirmary…”They have a
Hominid species…clearly created by
Splicing Draconian and Sirian DNA…
A Simian type creature…That range in
Size to enormous bipedal beasts to
Very small tailed creatures that leap about
The trees…” M’Jase gasped.

“But,” M’Rond interrupted, “It is the humanoids…
I can not even begin to say…”

“Try!” the commander said impatiently,
The information was making him nervous.

“Sir,” M’Rond tried to be rational, “Their
Nature…their hormone levels…The way
They reproduced…it’s as if they are
Programmed to mate constantly…1,2,3,6
Offspring…At their current population…
In a thousand years, they will number in
The hundreds of millions…in two or
Three thousand years…they will number in
The billions…BILLIONS!”

“Can you imagine such a number for
A planet of such size?” M’Ren insisted.

“Now factor in the advancing aspect of
The modifying genes…” M’Jase continued
As they neared medical. “The consequences…
The chance aberrations, the mutations…
The minute prodigies…”

“A civilization will rise fast,” M’Ren
Explained, “And growing that fast it will
Spread into space.”

“They have all the characteristics of a
Harvest species,” M’Jase said fearfully,
“A farm of humans.”

“Dear God, what for?” the commander asked.

“FOOD!” M’Jase said harshly, her manner
Impatient. “FUEL! SLAVES! What could
You do with them? Anything! Everything!
And if they were trained…or possessed
Atomic power…”

“Dear God!” The commander shook his
Head. “I pray this is just a theory.”

“But the shocking theory to this is,” M’Jan
Then told him by his side as they came
To a stop outside of the medical center… “Is
That…We believe…They…This world…was
Settled by the lost colony of our ancient
Homeworld…The lost children…That
Fled Leahndar millions of years ago.”

“That is mystic nonsense!” M’Rond
Logically persisted. “Save that for O’Din
And his panel of shamans…Gods and
Goddesses of the old world…The tall
Beautiful people of our creation…Legends
Have no place here…And what would you
Say next…of specters to appear to guide us?”

The commander froze…his eyes trembled
As he recalled quietly the visit from
The Lord Apollo and his Ceres…He
Could not speak…

“Some believe it.” M’Jan said.

Just then, the attending subordinate
Physician rushed up to them, another tall
Blond man of clean-shaven skin…He raced
Up to senior medical officer M’Rond… “Sir,
Please follow me…”
He led them into the medical center until
They reached the large observational window…
To a room that held a young, blond
Girl unconscious, on a medical bed, as
Nurses rushed around the room attending
Diagnostics…the sight was…frightening
To them…to say the least.

“What is this?” the commander asked in
Confusion. “What happened to her?”

“Sirs,” the attendant explained carefully…
“This is the daughter of Chief O’Sans
Of flight deck…She was attacked last
Night…in her sleep…”

“Attacked?” M’Rond became angry. “By who?”

Their people did NOT do such things…at all,
EVER.

“Not who,” the attendant answered. “WHAT.”

“Excuse me?” Doctor M’Rond inquired.

The attendant pointed to a nearby wall panel,
Then brought up an encrypted security
System…the ship automatically recorded
Any intruders the moment sensors
Detected non-Elvarian life forms.

They watched as the recorded video displayed a
Shadowy, gruesome creature emerge from
The shadows of her room…to assault the
Adolescent girl…The screaming, the entire
Act made them gasp in horror…

“What is that?” the commander shouted.

“Some kind of Draconian entity!” M’Jan
Said nervously, “The size, the eyes…The
Way it moves…chameleon type qualities…”

“How could it get in?” the commander
Asked. “Where did it come from!?”

“What happened to her?” M’Jase only
Demanded.

“The trauma of the assault,” the attendant
Explained…”It seemed to…feed off
Of her…fear…Then sexually assaulted
Her…Her psychological responses shut
Down…”

“But she’s awake!” M’Rond noted.

“A trance, a conscious coma?” M’Ren asked.

The attendant further explained, “There
Are abrasions, slashes…bruises…fractures…
Bile…bacteria traces…saliva…semen…”

“Can you help her?” M’Ren asked, her voice
Nervous.

“I have to examine this extensively.” M’Rond
Said as he left them to enter her room.

“Where is the creature now?” M’Jan demanded.

The attendant only shook his head. “I do not
Know. Not on the ship.”

“I want full scans now.” The commander
Said. “I want a full scan of the ship.
I want to know how to keep this
Creature out, and anymore from coming in!”

“We need to know what it is.” M’Jase said.

“I want it out!” The commander demanded.
“I want a defense system established…
And I want it today!” He pointed hard
To his first officer. “GO NOW!”

“Yes sir.” M’Jan immediately left to
Begin the process of scans and shielding.

“Do we leave now?” M’Jase questioned…
“I can not imagine…”

The commander fought his thoughts…The
Data, the details…What his eyes and
Instinct told him…and then of the Lord
Apollo’s request… “Are we here by accident?
Can we help these people?”

“Should we?” M’Ren reasoned.

“They are being experimented on…” The
Commander appealed to their human
Nature… “Is that a just cause?”

“What do we do?” M’Ren asked.

“Could some sort of means be devised to help
Them?” The commander suggested… “Some
Sort of salvation to spare their genetic
Tampering?”

“Some sort of retro virus?” M’Jase
Replied…”Something to halt the foreign
DNA’s rampant antics? Their emotions,
Their behavior is established…Such a
Thing would require a constant
Observation, maintenance?”

“Let alone intensive genetic encoding, re-coding!”
M’Ren said. “What, are we to do, start abducting
The natives? While they sleep, to experiment
And test them? Or abuse them like this
Creature?”

“No of course not,” the commander
Sighed, “That would be barbaric.
That would be as diabolic as those who
Did this to them.”

“I admire your consideration, Commander,”
M’Jase explained, “But I must remind
You of our own obligations…and safety. Are
We raise our expectations to saviors
Now?”

“All I am saying is,” the commander
Simply and sincerely said, “Is that we
Are here for a reason…We need to
Consider everything going on…with them,
With us…That is the future there…”

Apart…Watching from their own view screen
And vessel…
Apollo held his chin as he sat in the
Captain’s chair… “Something has to
Happen now…”

“Are you proud of yourself now?” Ceres
Asked as she watched the screen.

“Have some hope please.” Apollo said.

Ceres groaned at the chances…
The hope of change…Promise?
Miracles? She sighed and turned to
Him, of his serious expression. “Will
You put some pants on please?!”

Returning to the perspective…Time’s record…
The commander sat in his chair, his private
Office contemplating…over and over…the history…
What he knew…and the crew did not…
This world…its inhabitants…the revealing details…
The attack on that poor girl…What to do?
Expectations…reason…fear…doubt…and the haunting
Visit of the mysterious…Apollo.

The bells to his office tolled…He granted entrance, the
Doors slid open and his first officer M’Jan
Entered… “Sir…” His first office told him he had news…
This became a daily routine…as the studies
Of the people and the planet continued…

The days became weeks…the weeks, months…
With M’Jan entering to sit in the chair before
His desk informing him of updates…

First the genetic results…M’Jan reported, “Our
Field teams have gathered constant samples
From the natives…”
He spoke of how stories spread among the natives
Around their campfires…of the FAIR FOLK
That lured young men deep into the woods to
Seduce them…
‘The lurid fantasies of imagination…” The
Commander would laugh…
His people would isolate young hunters, a female
Officer gently approaching them…tranquilizing
Them to take harmless blood samples for study…
But the lustful minds of the fantasy filled
Men always embellished the tales; haven’t they
Always.

M’Jan, and sometimes office M’Jase would
Inform the commander of the progress
With the experimental retro-virus…They
Had been able to isolate more ideal human
DNA to discourage the more aggressive
Sirian and Draconian DNA from corrupting
Their behavior…in time…over generations
Their situation should improve…

“They should display more human characteristics,”
M’Jase told him hopefully, “In time…
They will grow taller, fairer…hopefully control
Their emotions…become more artistic and less
Violent to maintain this…However the hormones
And sex drive were harder to manage…They
Were wonton breeders…” She told him. “However
Over time their life spans should improve
Over time gradually…The cellular
Degeneration from inbreeding and the intense
Stress of such high hormone levels drastically
Hurt their longevity.”

Still the studies continued. Eventually a
More progressive and successful virus was created
And the commander ordered it to be spread
Into the population as best possible…

Teams were dispersed in scout vessels to inoculate
Select natives in other regions of the planet…
Asia…Africa…The Americas…
Where further research could be done on
What happened in the planet’s history…

Folklore and fantasies spread of the STAR
PEOPLE…While they meagerly attempted to
Help the natives…

M’Jan informed the commander of lost
Ruins and monuments…The remnants of
A lion temple in North Africa…Ancient
Pyramid structures…
“And sir,” M’Jan told him with wonder, “Our
Science teams have also discovered other
Aspects in this system…Lost satellites eroding
In the orbits of other planets…Similar monuments
On the Great Red Planet…Pyramids…Monoliths…
In patterns of a mapped configuration…There must
Have been survivors that lived on outposts there…
That fled into space…We found encrypted warnings…
Warnings…BEWARE THE DESTROYERS…THE
DARK ONES, THE SERPENT…but they were so
Vague…”

“Could any have survived?” The commander
Asked hopefully; his hands seemed forever
Glued, folded beneath his chin in thought.

“Sir, we just don’t know.” M’Jan would answer.
“We have found suspicious readings…of various
Deep underground caverns around the planet
Giving off…strange readings…”

“Underground?” the commander asked. “In
Hollows of the planet, lost survivors?”

“We can not be sure without exploring at those
Depths,” M’Jan said, “But honestly we
Don’t have the equipment or resources for such
Precise investigations geologically…with the
Science teams spread so thin on the genetics
Projects.”

The commander nodded…There was only so much
They could do after all…

Then…months later…The day came when
M’Jan entered his office with the heaviest
Expression…He fought to tell the commander…
“Sir, there is something I must tell you…
It’s about your daughter…”

The commander listened as M’Jan informed
Him of hidden activities of his daughter
El’Miren…of how she and a few of her
Friends had taken steeds out for riding months
Ago…encountered a gory battlefield of bodies and
Retrieved a dying native man…only to nurse
Him back to health…Secretly…El’Miren had
Cleaned him, shaved him, dressed him like
Their own and even begun teaching him their
Ways…
People had begun to notice…talk…

“His name is Togarth,” M’Jan explained; “He’s
Become somewhat popular among the young people…
Being so…different…They play games of sport
Together…He’s even demonstrated some remarkable
Artistic skills…She’s truly civilized him…
She is a very lovely girl…” He explained…
El’Miren had long been promised to his
Own son M’Jon to unite their families…

“Somewhat of a Beauty and Beast story.”
M’Jan laughed.

The commander laughed. “Really?”

M’Jan hesitated…”But sir,” he was afraid to
Say more, “You need to look into the matter
Yourself…as soon as possible…and if I may
Insist…Now.”

“Oh?” He was intrigued.
There was a very serious look on M’Jan’s face…
At that the commander sensed there was a
Problem…He immediately summoned his
Daughter to his office to question her…

His beautiful, young, golden-haired daughter came
To her father’s office carefully. She sat before her
Noble and protective father wearily…
“I hear you have been busy with one of the
Natives in your company?” He told her what
M’Jan had said…but only received short
Secretive answers…
“Father you don’t understand,” El’Miren
Desperately explained to him; as though it
Were direly important. “He can learn. He’s
Not some primitive animal. I’ve taught him
Our language…He’s learned to read…I’ve
Given him books…The ministry explained to
Him about God, of our religious history…
And he started praying…He prays now!
And he cares…I showed him how to care
For the animals…And then he showed us
The animals in his woods…The rabbits, the
Squirrels, the deer…He saved a baby bird
From a fallen nest…He showed some of us
The trails his people travel to hunt…The
Land…how they scout, his people, and watch
The weather, prepare for the seasons…He told
Us how his people fight to survive…The local
Tribes fight for hunting lands…He told us about
Their spiritual beliefs…They believe in a Creator
Too! Togarth even drew my picture.”

“Togarth?” Her father repeated; he spoke
Now as both her loving father and commander
As well. “You speak of him very passionately.”

“I’ve come to care about him,” she tried
To tell him with all her heart, “He’s not
Stupid or reckless. He can learn, he cares…
It’s just no one ever showed him how…
His people know different ways…”

He studied her face…She was speaking
Sincerely, but… “Do you have something to
Tell me?” A knot grew in his stomach.

“I’m pregnant.” She told him quietly.

His eyes exploded…His mind boiled quickly,
Thoughts raced, reason fled…While fear
And anger took over. “What?”

“We’ve been together…as a couple,” she said
“I was hoping you would understand and—“

“STOP!” He shouted. “Do you have any idea
WHAT he is! What this planet is?” Her father
And the commander merged into a blind
Enraged tyrant. “Come with me.” He led her
Down to the medical center where the
Science teams had been working on
The retro-virus…and showed her everything
He had instructed them to do over the
Past several months…

He showed her the scans, the data…The
Manipulated DNA details in the pictures, words
And endless pages of information. “This is
WHAT your Togarth is. He is the product
Of a world transformed by the Dark Empire.
His world is a laboratory of species of vast
Variety…His people have been degenerated,
Malformed and reshaped into a human
Aberration! He is a THING! Not a man!”

She began to cry…Her feeling crashed inside
With wars of reason against love…reality
Piercing hope with the logistics of science…
The Togarth she loved…was suddenly a
Subject torn apart by science…All she could
Do was cry…and shake…and cry…

“How pregnant are you?” He demanded.

“Nearly to full term,” she told him
With a shaky voice as she held her large
Stomach; which had been carefully hidden
With a large, flowing dress and robe.

The commander summoned M’Jan and
O’Tel with a thundering insistence. He left
No moment of doubt. Upon their arrival, his
Words were sharp and ruthless. “I want
This Togarth off my ship NOW.” He glared
At them. “NOW. DO IT!”

El’Miren cried desperately. “Father, please…”

He grabbed his daughter by the arm firmly
And pulled her into the medical center.
“M’Rond!” He shouted, ORDERED. “Come
To me NOW!”

The physician appeared curiously at once.
“Sir?”

“Listen to me,” the commander said
In s voice they did not know, “My daughter,
Is in a situation…Follow my instructions
Without a word…She is with child…by
No natural means…Force it from her now
And free her of this burden…She is in
No frame of mind to see clearly.”

“Father NO!” she screamed.

M’Rond was shocked. “SIR PLEASE.”

“DO AS I SAY.” The commander instructed.

“Sir, what?” M’Rond asked. “Why?”

“It’s one of theirs.” He said. “She was with
One of the natives…NOW DO AS I SAY…TELL
NO ONE OF THIS!”

She was too hysterical to protest…overwhelmed
By everything he had said…Then it happened so
Fast…The doctor sedated her and induced
Labor…A successful birth came…And with
M’Rond’s stealth and wise care the baby
Lived…While the commander then took
His daughter…and locked her in her
Quarters under guard with no visitors…
The commander ordered an immediate
Meeting of all science officers…He then
Had the fullest intention to leave the planet
Right then…
When M’Rond inquired about the baby…
The commander ordered him to get IT
Off the ship right away…to leave it with the
Natives…NO OBJECTIONS…and no one
Fought him…they had never seen him so
Angry…

Then…minutes later the staff had assembled
For the meeting…M’Ren, M’Jase…O’Sara,
M’Jan, M’Rond…O’Tel…even O’Pel
Of the ministry was there…
The commander began his address with,
“I believe the time has come for us to leave
This world and resume our course to the
Colonies…”

Just then…as faces about the great table
Queried in doubt confusion…
Magical guests appeared…

As they watched, suddenly to the right of
The commander two figures shimmered
From light into solid form…
A tall, fair-skinned, chiseled man
Draped in robes and the most flawlessly
Beautiful sunny-haired woman in a
Red dress and of ferocious expression
Stood like titans…

The room went silent…There were gasps…
Eyes bulged…No one blinked…
The commander froze…slowly turned to
Face them…

“You,” the woman said pointing to the
Commander… “You call yourselves an
Advanced race…Forgive me…I have never
Had the graces of being in the audience
Of a superior race…” Her icy eyes of fire…
Her voice paralyzed them all…
“Yet you commit the greatest crime…
By act of Rage and Pride…because
Your precious daughter lay with what you
Call an animal? HA! You are superior…
Superior in acts of stupidity!
This grand position you make for
Yourselves…Pilgrims of the stars…
Consider better values…
Ah,” she said by shock of their faces…
“I see he hasn’t told you of what he did…
Of his daughter’s baby with the local
Savage…The inhuman experiment Togarth…”

She allowed a moment for fear and
Thoughts to grow…

“THIS, a message I send to ALL above
And beyond that consider themselves
Higher Beings…Life is not something
You toy with…Especially a child’s life…
No advanced race pardons themselves
Beyond others…
They teach others…
So that others can learn and also follow.
And grow with less pain than they suffer…
That is how it should be…
Now I tell you this…
Teach them of this world…
Your knowledge…So they too can grow.
And you make sure that baby has a
GOOD life…for he is of your blood…
And you have that responsibility now…
If you fail to do this…
I will make sure that you NEVER
Leave this world EVER…”

She smiled viciously…”DARE ME…
Challenge the commander…
Just know we’re watching…”
Then they were gone…

The audience fell to awe, heavy eyes on
The commander…Who then confessed
What he knew of WHO they were…

In fear, at once they commenced to
Follow commandments…They tried to
Find the baby…But apparently
The local tribe of Togarth’s people…
Had also been visited by the specters…
In fear they hid the baby with
Another tribe and refused to reveal
His whereabouts for they did not
Trust the Elvar then…

The trickery of the Elves were born
Then…tales of hope and deception…
The fair and the magical…
Legends were born…

But, the Elvar did attempt to
Rectify what the commander had
Done by sharing knowledge and
Teachings…To protect the baby they
Thus had to help aid ALL the locals…
They did attempt to scan for the
Infant with their sciences…but
They could not find him…

Months passed…progress was made…
As Togarth had learned…so did his
People…And a civilized nature grew…
But, despite the breakthroughs…
A broken hearted El’Miren
Held to her room…lost and
Confused…A shell of what she was…

Alarms sounded one day…The commander
Was informed…They had lost contact
With the other colonies…They had fallen
Under attacks…The Dark Empire had
Descended in a great round ship…
Then communications fell silent…
Panic spread across the ship…
They had to leave…to return home
To the Seven Sisters to tell them…

In the desperate confusion and race
To leave…M’Jon…son of M’Jan
El’Miren’s promised once future husband,
A handsome golden-haired youth…
Sought out his best friend…
He knew what had happened…
But was forbidden to see her. So he went
To her…worried, afraid for her
More than himself…

He sat with his broken best friend,
“I’ve missed you. You’ve been through
So much.”

She could barely look at him. “You must
Hate me.”

“Hate you?” He shook his head. “Of
Course not. You’re like my sister, my best
Friend more than anything…I know your
Heart.”

“After what I’ve done?” El’Miren asked.

“What?” M’Jon asked…calmly, his voice
And manner soothing. “Look at me…Please?”

She did as he asked, meekly in shame…
Misery…

“Do you know me at all?” M’Jon said kindly.
“Please. I’m your friend, listen to me…
Don’t torture yourself anymore…
I won’t have it.”

“What?” She was confused.

“Your father, our parents,” M’Jon
Said shaking his head, “There is a time
To listen and not to…They don’t know
Everything…They don’t. At times like
This we have to see…We have to be better
Than our parents…They get to a certain
Age and see blindly…Now you listen to
Me…”

She started to cry, but looked into his eyes
Which were kind and strong; she had
Never noticed it before…

“These things you did…”M’Jon said, “Do
You think he is an animal?”

“No,” she shook her head.

“Do you think, do you FEEL he is
Some sort of experiment?” M’Jon asked.

“No.”

“You had this secret affair,” M’Jon
Said, “You never looked so alive as when
You were with him…I saw you together…
I was never jealous…I admired it.”

“You did?” she asked.

He nodded true. “Now I’m asking you…
As your friend…Don’t be afraid…Forget
What everyone is saying…Forget the rules…
Do you care about him?”

She wiped her face. “Yes.”

“Do you love him?” M’Jon asked.

“Yes.” She confessed for the first time out loud.

“So let’s go get him.” M’Jon said taking
Her hand. “The ship is leaving…We’ll
Figure something out.”

“But our baby,” she cried.

“We will figure it out.” M’Jon told her.
“Trust me…We will…We’ll come
Back…somehow…We’ll find him.”

She laughed and cried and smiled.
“How did you get to be like this?”

“I am the Great M’Jon,” he smiled,
“This is what it took for you to see?” He
Laughed. “Now come on…Let’s go get him
And take him with us…This is what
True friends do you know.”

And so M’Jon took El’Miren to get
Togarth…They brought him back to the
Ship and they took him with them…
M’Jon adopted him as a brother into the
House of M…and they worked it out…

And when they can…They…Their
Descendants come back…to look for
Their lost star seed…and they visit…
But they do come…and will continue
To come until that magic moment comes…

“Now,” Varence smiled… “You need
To rest with writing…A few more
Things to tell of course…But that’s
Enough for now…

An interesting time ahead…
And timing…ball games…
The stars…
Hollywood…The X’s…
All those little details adding up…
With the right story
At the right time…
That’s magic…”

Vala hummed, “And there is magic
To come…”

Valiant
My Artwork: Earth Angel, Star Princess

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 6FEB2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 January 2016) 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.