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

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52 comments on “Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…Ghosts…In Memory…

  1. I hesitate to post this because it’s fairly graphic, but the time for secrets is well past.

    This is a tricky topic because I know that there were / are positive reptillians, except for the scales these others are human. Some of us have had past lives in this form… Thousands of years ago.

    I feel the things Valiant describes are kind of like Gollum – living a half- life but not really living. This does bring the battle for middle earth into perspective, doesn’t it?

    I’ve personally seen a hybrid woman out of my rear-view mirror once. Driving a new mercedes, of course. Her face shifted, someone not paying attention wouldn’t have noticed. Some people just have to be on the winning side.

    Let’s make these lives count for something… But I’m not getting dragged into another terran war. Been there done that. Even the alpha males are easy to beat once you get your head straight.

    RMN has that red starburst symbol too…bit like the eye of sauron.

    • my dear dreamwalker… we are on the winning side 😉 we got the tickets to watch this whole thing crumble and turn to dust and some might even be there to see all that turn into a chapter of our collective history… how great will it be if they lose control and this part of the dark empire turns into a bright spot on their map without any war at all…

      remember we have an crowned angel now on our side 😉

      can u guys sense this ? the dark ones should wear from now on brown pants 😉

      • Indeed – “brown pants” 😀 – by “winning side” I was saying it from their perspective. As far as “they’re” concerned, it’s the only game in town. Well… there’s a new sheriff in town. And he’s bringing a can of whup-A$$ 😀

  2. Yes, this one was very necessary, thank you SO much Bill and Lida. Small words from me, for such a big task you do.
    First, about the breaking up in small groups, biblical, vengeful God type, or conspiracies…
    The internet is absolutely… magic. It does what our limited bodies cannot (yet) do, it helps us get together, find things, discover lost info…
    They cannot shut it down, oh, they try to “regulate” it, or make it painfully slow, but they cannot shut it down. So they … infect it. Troll it. Talk about the… ah, the “lightworker” community. Ha. So many blogs and sites full of hate. Under the cover of “exposing” dark agendas, they only instill fear and hate.
    Once you are aware of the dark agendas, WHY do you need to talk obsessively about it, and channel your energy only on that ?
    Because it gets your mind away from the real topic. Solutions. Or leads you into wrong violent solutions… Make militias…
    Or the “religious” type blogs/sites. I had to say it, there are too many out there still falling into that trap ! All they do is present you with yet another set of rigid beliefs. Do this, purge that, use that ray, invoke that person. Love and Light, Purge, Love and Light, DO this or be lost, Love and Light, USE this invocation or be lost… Scuze me ?
    Discernment, always listen to your “gut”. Your heart and gut will not trick you. Your mind can wander, get lost into a maze. Your hearts and guts will know.
    Now, about the …gremlins, lizzards, buzzards … Listen.
    THEY CANNOT KILL YOU.
    YOU can kill YOU. The thing they can do is trick you, push you, make some situations SO horrid and desperate that YOU kill yourself.
    THEY CANNOT KILL YOU. They will always try and push, they can attack, infuse their horrible “propaganda”. Then try to tip you over the edge.
    THEY CANNOT KILL YOU.
    I was hellbent on writing personal experience, but not now. The post is enough. Please trust it when I say they cannot kill us. I went thru this. A very close friend went thru this. I witnessed her personal “hell” and it was terrible because we are in different countries. Yes it feels horrible when someone yells “help me” and your mind races to how, what…. Because you cannot physically run to them.
    She made it. She CHOSE. We talk daily.
    You ALWAYS have a choice. It can seem such a tiny glimmer, such a dying flicker of a flame, but it EXISTS. Always !

    • my dear brianna u are SO RIGHT !!!!!!

      i cant find the right words now but u are so right i promise i write some thing about ur post… just remember the harry potter part where the scarry monster that could shift its shape got taken all its power by laughing about it… make it look funny… that moment the tide turned 😉

      i still think that there are our human masters out there that could sent them off crying like a little puppy to where they have to go…

      dont let them break u guys… i heard a saying the other day from a source where i believed nothing to learn here… but than i got surprised… with this russian gem “the same hammer that shatters glass forges steal” yes they want to break u… but in the process believe it or not they can make u so strong that they will fear u !!!

      think about who and why they choose for the harassment… yes they have to do that to u because they fear one day these people will be their end… so be like water relentlessly follow ur own path… like brianna said u have the spark of the creator in u.. and it will not leave u… so be like water grind them down and turn the spark into a flame that fuels u… learn to reflect or answer with the opposite what they throw at u… if they wanna have u sitting there in fear… shine the light of love on to them…

      oh and also a very cool thing they way they think is in a relative straight and symmetric line… but what they cant is asymmetric thinking 😉

      and remember let the truth fuel u to live thru all this shit just because we will see this all crumble… we will see their dream shatter… and we will see our idea rise from that ashes and see a world like its supposed to be

      ps: never mind found them words =P

  3. oh and before i forget it…

    here a movie made of what happened in an game that i played for years… got me hooked and that for a reason… i learned so much in this game but that clip is a grey area of the history of real events happened in the imaginary world with in our real world…

    the guys made the movie are masters in that game… people u respect for their art… how they can trow back whats thrown at them…

    maybe u guys can learn a lesson or two from it…

    it will show u why the dark ones have to attack us because we are in some sense the group of people… and yes they are scared of us when we band together 😉

    so if ur bored check out the clip and learn what a hand full of people can do 😉

  4. Have you guys seen the movie They Live, by John Carpenter? It’s from the 80’s… check the trailer in youtube. It’s about shapeshifting green aliens, and they just happen to drive the most expensive cars (like the one Dreamwalker saw driving the Benz) and have the highest paid jobs overall, it’s like they own the place, but nobody can see their true form. It’s fun and all… but actually is more than that.

    • yep its a realy good movie that helps to understand…

      i heard once about a myth that there is a word or chanting that can take of their mask and show them for what they realy are

      • Yes the film is quite a good example of what they are and how they operate. As usual always trying to get consent trought the tellievision. Ive been trying to think of a word or sound to deffeat them since 2012. Lol didnt know there was a myth about it.. at least i was on the right line of thinking. I like drums i think they can completly change the vibration of what its around it when being played..so ive been trying to invent melodies with my daughters toy drum. I found that native sounds feel the best so maybe not so good for team dark. Or maybe all we have to do is get together make a human circle and use our voices and emmitt the bigest sound our lungs possible can. But it has to be a omm kind of noise hard to explain i guess..im going to stop writting now as im just thinking out loud so to say. Hugs everyone and thank you all for all the good videos and inspiring words you’re stars.

        • please dont stop thinking out loud… some times we say something we dont notice but another one does 😉 like clif highs idea of the webbot u leak informations ur not aware of but others might pick up on them 😉 😉 😉

          • Thanks steffman, my head is full of silly ideas like that.. the english queen visited the hospital i once worked for many year and i thought if i was directly looking at her and had really positive loving toughts full of light and sent it to her she would show her true form but unfortunatly after having my break arranged for the time of her visit one of the ward sisters decided not to allow me on my break so i didnt try my plan.. i was very disappointed..

            • Pls never feel silly for any sharing. I myself generally was not aware of some key codes when submitting my own comments, and it’s generally you and the other sweet ones’ responds or sharing help me to realize, even discover more. I think this also happens to all of you, too. That’s why we are appealed to here to have more and more sharing. We seem to be creating and playing the music along each other.

              Here, for example, the drum you just mentioned also has to do with “Air” element. Drum has some other significance as well as the functions.

              I’m in fact thinking to share that beautiful and significant drum made by our Dreamwalker on Dreamflight’s invitation…

  5. Thanks to American Kabuki, who posted this at around the same time. I think this makes my previous point better than I could. 🙂

    A big part of Valiant’s message is the underlying guilt of letting things happen, or not being able to do enough. Well… living in the past doesn’t help resolve issues of the present. What matters is being awesome “now”. Thank you for being awesome!

  6. I just read the post…. watched the movie Spotlight last night. The stories…all those Predators dressed as saints. The parents who turn a blind eye.

    The neighbor who didnt seem quite right, then you shake their hand and Jerk away, as if you’d just touched the thing that hides in the shadows of your nighmares. A sick feeling you can’t seem to wash away. They plaster a smile on their face, try to trick us, but WE can see them.

    Stand strong and firm my friends. Thank you, Bill and Lida.

    • its sad indeed… it makes me sick to the core when i see what humans are doing to one another… not even the most vicious animals that hunt wouldnt do that sort of thing… i heard once about a big cat that hunted down a prey animal to find out that this animal had kids and after that the female cat (i think) felt so sad and bad that it tried to raise the kids that wasnt of its own…

      anyhow yeah its sad when u know what good things humans are able to do and when u understand that there is also a bottomless abyss of evil that some people are able to do…

      some times i think there should be a death penalty for those that do such evil stuff… since those humans literally destroy some souls or at least damage them beyond repair… but than it would make us not any better than the ones doing the unspeakable things…

      im sorry for ranting… so i wish u all lots of love and positive energy !!!

      well i just hope that one day we can outgrow all the evil stuff because its the right thing

  7. First, I want to thank to you all for your impregnability, wit, courage, and great love. I’m literally in my Fire or Fire-Air trials, feeling like that my cellulars are evaporating, not having found their new place, structure….yet.

    These stories are indeed horrifying (but also just revealing what the genius and brave Stanley Kubrick tried disclosing), along with both external & internal energy whirls, I feel somehow losing my mind. I don’t know if it’s owing to the magnetic field’s shifting, my computer, web connection, even other electric appliances all have acted up.

    My dear ones…I want to say, though being shattered, I appreciate more such a profound mutual understanding, firm reliance, support, along with Lida & Valiant’s courage. It’s quite sure that you didn’t fail saving someone, even not only so…as the very miracles you have been bringing, even making are making the marvelous alchemy…

    Here, I would like to thank Stefan again for having shared that hangpan music video. It’s literally the very remedy for me to ground myself better when I feel myself getting split off just like the spoiling evaporating water. That melody seems to lead my cellulars to catch the rhythm to dance, aligned with some neutral flows, upgrading themselves in a less acute way, rather than losing their way, though the course feels somehow still difficult.

    Thanks also to all your long, delicate, and inspiring messages, any kind of inputs….Like Brianna, I cannot describe my stirred mood for the precious sister’s being here. My cherished ones, I cannot appreciate more what you think to share. Like the films Stefan and Nando presented, the animation, song that Terraseed thought to watch / listen to. All the timing is so perfect. The films so perfectly correspond to that tragic stories of our lost ones. That song, colors of the wind, just reminds me of the “Air””phase”, as well as the “Airbender” who just transmuted the Fire. Dear Mechee…wow, you know….your each presence just brings me some sense of being led into the garden. What a literally garden lady you are !!! All this collective sharing, attention…, than discussion, just give me a vision like we are watching all together in the very same cinema the very same movie at the very same time !!! If we can even take some cakes there, it would be too wonderful !!!

    So…what Dreamwalker just presented here, “Aang & Zuko Meet the Dragons,” is showing how to overcome the fear generated from ego, then even taming the two poles of dragons, applying the fire, the SUN in heart…
    I cannot recall where I just read this afternoon about the four kingdoms of elements which right correspond to the four nations (water tribe/aborigines, earth kingdom, fire nation, AIR NOMAD), thanks to that precious bother (Summer Tree)’s enligntenement. According to him, the element air are the very one which integrates the other three.

    Nice excerpt of the characteristics of martial arts of the four elements :

    Avatar, the AIR NOMAD
    http://avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Air_Nomads

    According to my own learning and practicing experience of some kinds/schools of CN martial arts, I cannot describe how amazed I’m when watching this shortcut video. I don’t know if it’s coincidence, as the kinds that I dedicated to are just attributed to the water and fire ones.

    When searching the very term, “Airbender nomad,” again, god, I happened to see this video. That synergy cannot be non-shocking…as you will hear “after” the end of this song….

    For I have few way to keep up this enormous work, neither to chase further the very details, without saying getting the exact context of the songs in the stories, I would like just share this link here…if this may help bring more clues….
    http://distanthorizons.proboards.com/thread/18701

    As I still didn’t finish this Fire Trial yet, it some how occurred to me, the important role, Fire, in the Ghibli animation, Howl’s moving castle, though it looks somehow not that relevant. What impressed me the most is how Sophie recalls and realizes that promise. I think we the ones who feel each other more than déjà vu, even can be gathered here, just had/have some similar kind of promises, even a final gathering before coming into this realm.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howl's_Moving_Castle_%28film%29

    Two days ago, I had a chance to see this nice picture which seems magical/alchemical for this very moment.

    This week, I had not only once very clear dreams which are giving the very codes…The escalators, trains which are much more advanced than those of our time are used to be the very elements in my dreams. I once took the wrong train towards the town which was not my original destination. I didn’t realize until two days later that it’s what’s indicated to me to investigate more. I guess these might also happen to you too, as the benevolent, even family watchers have been giving us the very hints all the times. As that time seems coming, the hints get more and more intense…

    At the end of this comment, some video which might be irrelevant but touches me so…A 7 years-old boy v.s. a 62 years-old gentleman

    May we all have nice dream flights / dream gatherings !!!

  8. Feilla’s post reminded me of an experience I wanted to share. I do so with reservations given the subject matter…

    One night, when my younger son was around 5 (he’s 9 now), I kissed him on the forehead to say goodnight. At that moment I experienced what can only be described as bi-location, where your awareness is in two different places at once. I was transported to another time/place… what I was kissing was scales, of blue-black color, and we were surrounded not by our home, but by a warm cave, made of earth. I was the parent kissing the son, there, too.

    My initial reaction was one of shock / recoil… but then I realized that this was a gift of understanding. It’s hard to say when or where this was… just that this moment told me that it doesn’t matter what form we take. As eternal essence we are the same. I suppose this could have been an “implanted idea” from the “dark ones” – if this is true, I feel I still benefit in some way from having a better understanding of “who” we’re dealing with.

    The Lacerta Files is worth a read for those who haven’t seen it:

    http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vida_alien/esp_vida_alien_52.htm

    • hey was the event u experienced there… if i had to describe it… i would do it as describing a very pale painting on silk… its so thin and so pale that u cant see it fully the more u concentrate on that image the more it becomes as if u could just see thru it… i mean as if it was only meant for a vague impression and the more u concentrate the less u can sense ?

      comes that close at all ?

      oh and well… i had an similar discussion today with a friend… it depends how u see things… for example we talked about temptation to day… like can u call yourself a good person if u dont do bad stuff but never where in a situation where u have been tempted… what led to the idea… well if the christians are right u have only this incarnation to prove if ur worthy for heaven or hell… than from my view that god would be kind of cruelish god since there is the gamble right ? but if u would see it from another perspective that u can incarnate many times until u experienced every possible thing to help ur soul learn… in that case this “physical” place is meant for learning and to do mistakes… like a loving parent that lets its child learn and make mistakes but is there to help the child back on its feed… since its about understanding u have to experience some things on ur own right ?

      so why not maybe that what u experienced was to show u that there maybe nice folks on the dark side just had the bad luck being cast into that body maybe for learning…

      but hey its just a thought

      • Hi Stefman – excellent points. This experience was hard to explain but almost like a “triggered memory” – you smell apple pie and it reminds you of a time in your childhood when your grandma served you apple pie… that sort of thing. You don’t just remember the smell, you tend to remember everything about that experience – the smell of her house, the way the house looked, how you felt when you were sitting at the table, maybe your leg hurt from a bruise that you got tripping over a rock. Well… this thing obviously didn’t happen to me in my lifetime, but I still had the memory of the event.

        First part of the reincarnation idea is 100% correct – it’s just a series of experiences, good or bad, if you incarnate as a shark you have to eat… doesn’t make you “bad”, just “hungry”. There’s a scene in Finding Nemo where the sharks have a support group… 😀 They’re all named Bruce after the shark machine in Jaws, which was also named Bruce… but I digress!

        Second part, I think there’s some question as to whether it’s “luck of the draw” or a personal choice. From what I’ve read (and experienced) it’s a personal choice, but then the events dictated by that choice are to some degree “luck of the draw”. From the perspective of “eternal essence” all 3d (or more correctly, everything that is a limited experience) is an amazing experience, and we’re lucky to have it. The alternative is knowing everything and being everything. What fun is that? 😀

        Remember that “someone” has to be the “Bad Guy”, it doesn’t matter what form / body / incarnation they have. It helps to be able to recognize the “templates” so we can say, ah yes, this guy is playing the Shark of Wall Street role… and then we know what to expect from that role. Sometimes the story can take a twist ending, and sometimes we can intervene… 🙂 Did he play his role well? Maybe a little too well… but at the end of the day, it’s still just a role. Deep down inside, there’s still a little boy with feelings who wants desperately to be loved by his mother. ❤

        • Wow…such an awesome interpretation !!! When watching any kind of drama as a spectator, I’ve asked myself why the malevolent one(s) and the protagonist(s) are used so be entangled with each other ; if those bad guys are just gone, or nothing that tragic or difficult gets happening, this drama would look rather “banal” and loses as well its spectators’ curiosity to keep watching. Quite interestingly, our/spectators’ curiosity seems just tied with the expectation of incredible solutions of the protagonists’ getting out of the difficulties, traps, and the drama’s charm seem to just depend on the writers’ creativity as well. The more the difficulty is, the solution is to be found and made in a more delicate and incredible way.

          I’ve been thinking of what Brianna just pointed out, the SOLUTION(S) !!! Before finding the very solution(s), making out those ones’ tricks, ideologies, patterns are so important, too. I guess, neither the watchers can that precisely predict what we can create along with them on looking for the solution. Creation seems just to be used to happen in unexpected way.

          As we are rather coming here in drama, and to learn in this drama, who can only see some tiny pieces of the picture, it’s more difficult for us to get the very break-trough just as the “very writer(s)”. That’s why the prophet(s) and prophecies are so important….on leading out of the very trap !!!

          Without finding even getting together with you, the resonated ones with whom we understand each other in some subtitle way, the way in which I had had regarded my own life was really less interesting, and less hopeful. So…pls allow me to express again my highest appreciation to you all for bringing me this kind of nice and incredible alchemical taste !!!

      • My super tender angel…though I may not be able to do anything substantial and helpful to change that tragedies, may these nice pictures not only comfort your from the sorrows, but their nice energy also keep scattering just like ripples, transforming the grid……

        These are the LANTERN with which I hope can help see more the benevolence and beauty… and you are the very one who have been manifesting all this kind of goodness of and from you……

        And…May this cake sweet your hearts, my super beloved ones !!!

        This time, dear Stefan, pls allow me to serve you & all the sweet ones the cinnamon rolls as well…

  9. After having talked so much about Osiris, I can no longer skip my highest appreciation and gratitude to Tauno for it’s really thanks to Tauno’s presentation and guide of Tom Kenyon’s mediation, connecting with Hathors, I could have had the chance and privilege to have that foundation laid in prior. Without these guides, practices, I’m sure I would have no way to experience all these miracles, realizing so much since then. Cannot thank you enough, my super awesome Elven/Fairy Princess, Pioneer, Mentor… !!!

  10. Hey Brianna, I’ll reply here since my response was getting a bit squished…

    This is a large sculpture by Bill Reid carved out of several pieces of cedar all joined together. It sits in a rec center in my home town of Victoria. There is also one at the Museum of Anthropology in Vancouver. It’s BIG!

    This for me is a symbol of “right now” – humans always existed, but it takes an ornery trickster to coax them out of their shell of darkness 😉

    And also, doesn’t that shell look a bit like a UFO?

    Outside their villages, they also carved welcoming giants! One wonders if these were inspired from real life…

    The raven is very close to my ❤

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