Valiant: The Echoes of Thunder…The Starchild…The Road to Rome…

*SONG* The Rebel Yell by Billy Idol

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

The haunting senses…
The mood, the feeling in the air…
Change is coming…something big…
A storm is coming…
They’re coming…They’re coming…

You wake up…you sense the day
You get through it…you rest, you go to sleep…
You do it all over again…
Days, weeks, months…years…
Some see the signs every day…
While some nothing at all.
The bottom line is the world has to change…
That’s not an opinion.

50 years ago, 20 years ago…What were you doing?
How was the weather?
What was outside your window?
What was on the news?

And now…The weather, world events…
Technology…Survival, cravings, demands…
Convenience verses desire…
Entertainment, computers, cell phones…
Web searches…Blogs…Texting, sexting…
Everything is fine. Nothing is wrong at all.
All it takes is lots of love and light
And nothing is wrong at all…

Who would raise their hand and say that’s
Nonsense? Who would say that’s complete bullshit?
I’ve known too many people who have given
Up…for the dumbest reasons.
That has to stop.

In all that I have chased, everything that
Was done was to try to make sure it never
Happens again…
Some people don’t believe my experiences,
That’s fine, because I wish they didn’t happen
Either. All I ever wanted to do was hide.
I understand everyone is struggling,
Suffering…wanting answers…

All that I can do is offer the best work
I can do…to share it in the hopes that…
Why they asked me to do it…helps someone,
Somehow. I can’t make them step
Forward and do anything…This is all that
I can do right now.
It frustrates me but I said I would do it,
So…here it is…

Beneath the golden light, her auburn hair
Held back and up with curls like a
Crown…cascading down her shoulders and
Back…Those fiery eyes, like a cat’s…They
Glow, glare, growl…Framed with bladed
Lashes…wicked brilliant eyebrows…
Her face, artwork…Her manner so
Strong it could break a queen…
“Make them feel it,” Rana said…
Ordered. “Say it…Keep telling it…
Lest history repeat itself…again. There
Is too much at stake anymore…So when
It happens…They won’t have excuses
For the shock…They will still ask why,
Fools always do…But pray for hope
That some will remember a story told…
And recall a magic moment that will save
Their life…or keep their fire burning…
Now,” she pointed to the notebook, “On
With the story…The Starchild’s road to
Rome…”

Back…Far and into a lost time…
His mysterious voice and mind
From the Watcher’s post told the story…

From the ravaged village…in the land of Britain
Where the starchild legacy began…
Isola and Liam had escaped
By grandmother’s magic request…
If only all in the village could have been
Spared…but no one listened…
No one ever listened…until it was too late…

The Romans came…by battle cry
Through the wood at midday…
Clothed in metal and hoods of steel,
They crashed upon a helplessly
Blind village…and conquered, captured it
In minutes…
They slew all those with grey hair
And all children below waist high…
No need for them, too weak…
A waste of time…
The men, today considered still boys,
Were beaten, chained and spirit broken
Down…
The women and girls, tortured, beaten, raped
And broken then chained…
The Romans’ plan was evil yet simple…
Merciless and flawless…
Those that fell in between category…
The young boys were chained for multi-purposes…
This was their policy for capture,
For conquering and slavery…
It was how they cleared the land
And instilled their fearful reputation…
All to spread an empire…

At least half fell dead in this onslaught…
Wherever they went…
The only exception were treasure slaves…
Those of which were considered prize capture…
The beautiful…those with face, eyes or
Hair they could molest and adore…
And in some circumstances the men of
Admirable fight and strength…for the
Games of the city…bloodsports to entertain
The citizens…
Games that defied reason, dignity or virtue,
Embraced pain and humiliation…
That embodied the power of Rome…

On the day many villages had been taken
Along the east of Britain…
The captured survivors gathered on and
In their shore camps, by their great
Sailing ships…to be rated of who was
Worthy to be taken as treasure slaves back home…
The starchild village was one of many,
But found all that survived worthy
To be taken…They were boarded onto the
Ships like cargo…packed full…
Denied any kindness or decency…
Some were naked, all were bloodied
And bruised…The crying and whimpering
Was deafening…
For who could stand against the mighty armored
Invaders? Nothing matched their swords or
Shields…No one knew their odd evil
Sounding language…Which to their ears
Echoed of something inhuman and dark…
Almost…not of this world?

But, there were a few among the Romans…
Men dressed unlike the rest…They wore
Clothes like the locals…and spoke both
Native and Roman tongue…
Spies sent to scout and learn the land
They wanted ahead…They were clever
And devilish, the worst by far because
They smiled with delight at the success
Of the defeat and enjoyed every
Moment of the slaves suffering…
Yes, they were the worst of all…
These few divided the people…rated them…
And likewise ordered the deaths of
Anyone not worthy of whatever fate
They planned…perhaps death was the
Greater, kinder option this way…

By the end of the day the ships
Were loaded with human cargo…
Then departed for their homeland…
The remaining Romans would rest and
Wait in their shore camps until more
Ships arrived…with re-enforcements…
More soldiers, more weapons and horses…
More supplies such as food livestock…
This was how it worked…and went on…
For years…decades…centuries…
That is until their plans rain into a…
Disruption…but that comes later…

The boats to Rome…The ride, the road…
Was even worse…
Overcrowded, wet and cold…starved…
The broken became more broken…
Spirits became numb…sickness fell…
On board the vessels was always at least
One man, un-uniformed solider who
Spoke their language…The one without a soul…
This is the one who would deliver the
Cargo home…manage human livestock…
And offer cruel lessons in teaching them
The Roman language by any means he
Sought fit…

Only simple things of words were taught…
Yes, no…The words to obey…
Food, water…Do and don’t…Move…
That was all that was necessary…
The rest they could learn on their own…
If they wanted to live long…
Slavery was not a promising life…
Not for those captured…
It was merely human livestock…
Food for pleasure, entertainment…
Or humiliation, by far the worst…
In other words slavery meant you
Were but nothing other then what
The slavemaster said…life had no other
Meaning…And the only reason it worked
At all, this diabolic human trade,
Was because they were given no time to think…
Hesitation…think about it.

That first night…on the ship
Where the Starchild’s villagers cowered
In chains below deck…together with
A few other clan’s peoples…There were no
Dreams or sleep…only the wayward
Rocking of the boat…And the howling
Laughter of the soul-less Romans that
Tramped the decks above…
Drunk, drinking their party of victory…
Of new slaves…new toys to play with…

And although the new slaves did not know
The Roman language, they sensed the
Meaning in their tones…
The fair skinned women…That red hair!
The blue, the green eyes…
The treats of that golden hair…
The brute young men who would serve as
Sport to humiliate in their blood games…
Slaves to be fed or mauled by beasts
In arenas…for entertainment…
Just to see what would happen…
Morbid curiosity turned into playful moments
For arrogant careless minds.
To judge, humiliate and torture
The weak to entertain the rich,
The strong, those in power…Laughter…
That’s entertainment…in Rome…
Has that changed at all?

Still there was one rule for the journey…
Try to make the cargo survive the ride home…
If the soldiers became bored…
Or hungry for wanton pleasures…
They reserved a special cargo…
The young boys, those not of age to be men…
Taller than infants…yet fresh enough
In face and body to but resemble
Something they could play with without
Feeling conscience at all of their actions…
I should not have to elaborate what
That means…

Sometime after twilight…when the
Heavy drinking began…The devil-Roman
In plain clothes who spoke their
Language…came below deck with
A soldier…looking for something to play with.
He quickly pointed to three young
Boys huddled together closely in the
Corner…All were the same age, 10, 11…

It wasn’t in the words, it was in
Their faces…whatever they wanted…
It frightened them.
The soldier grabbed the three of them easily
By their heads, their hair, and dragged
Them to the deck above…
Where a cluster of a dozen soldiers
Eagerly awaited their games of the night.

Buck, the youngest at 10, stood shaking
With the boys…he and his brother Leif, 11,
Were of the Starchild village…
Buck held the greatest senses…The gifts
Of his people…He fought to control his
Senses as the Roman soldiers sized the
Boys up and down…For what they had
No idea…

The air was thick and foggy…
And the boat rocked on an unsteady sea…
The Roman soldiers grabbed the first boy,
He was 11, from another village they
Didn’t know…He screamed and cried
In terror as they poked and pawed him,
Tearing at his clothes…

Buck and his brother watched in horror…
As the soldiers…began…their play…
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real…
What they watched and saw…
It was a nightmare…so fitting for the
Late hour of night in the fog…
But what they did to the boy…
Those Roman soldiers…What was wrong
With these people? They enjoyed it…
The boy screamed, howled with teary
Cheeks with every touch…and the
Soldiers only laughed…Then the boy’s cries
Became too unsettling…so they started
Beating him to be quiet…This went on
For…what seemed forever…Until the
Rough play silenced the boy…permanently…
Disappointed, one soldier grabbed the
Boy’s lifeless body and tossed it into the sea…

Next…they greedily grabbed his brother…
This time the play was worse…The
Soldiers craved to see his blood and fear…
With their carnal games…And all he
Could do was watch his once innocent
Eyed golden haired brother was quickly
Rammed and squeezed to death…
And then his body too, was thrown over the
Side into the ocean…only blood stains
Remained…

And then little Buck was the only one left…
His light brown hair, and big blue glassy eyes…
He stood shaking beyond control, crying,
Pleading with his eyes for the men not to…
But these soldiers bore no guilt of emotion…
It was if their armor shielded them
From all feeling…And they surrounded
Him laughing…They were saving him for
Last…One grizzly looking soldier leaned
And shouted words of anger into his face…
The fear…of those expressions…Their anger…
Those words yelled in a foreign language,
So frightening…more so because he didn’t know
What they were saying; would he want to?
He kept begging, “Please, I don’t know
Why…Please don’t hurt me, please don’t
Hurt me…Somebody…Please somebody help
Me Please…”
Cries that would forever echo through time…
Repeated in desperation…cursed pleas…
Buck cried them over and over…
The men only laughed and poked at him
With sticks, staffs…tearing at his clothing
As they circled him…
They kicked and punched at the sight
Of bare skin…
Growling foreign Roman words…
Buck screamed and cried louder…
His cries of torture, a voice of agony to the
People below deck…
What was wrong with these people??

Then the moment came when the men could
Not wait…Two began to hold him against
A crate…When the sky began to flash wild
With lightning…and the Echoes of Thunder…
The sea rolled more heavily…Then the boat
Was suddenly slammed, shaken by
Something huge and invisible in the water…
Then again and again…
What was it? The Romans took pause,
Unnerved to look and see…
Killer whales had slammed the boat…
For some odd reason?

The sky flashed with lightning…
The sounds of rolling thunder…The men
Lost grip of Buck, and without thinking
The little boy found will and nerve to
Leap bolt and jump over the railing
Blindly into the sea…preferring the fate
Of the dark water to that of the Roman
Soldiers…
He plunged into icy water…The waves…
The winds howling…tossed upon a churning
Sea the boat vanished quickly into the
Fog…And Buck was but a tiny toy
In the watery darkness…

He couldn’t think, only felt the sting
Of freezing heavy water up to his neck…
He tried to swim by his thrashing his legs
And arms, it was pointless…
Then mysteriously…he felt something in
The water moving around him…he was
Gently bumped…pushed…by some creature
Of the depths…Then he saw triangular fins
Break the surface near him, barely visible
In the dark…Whatever it was kept
Pushing him as he fought to stay afloat…
To stay awake as the freezing cold took his
Strength…
The bumping…The pushing…He had
No idea what it was? But he was too out of
His mind to reason as everything of sight
And sound faded…
Then the Siren’s song took over…
Guided by afar…Telling the dolphins
To push the boy carefully to shore…
Quickly…carefully…as soon as possible…
The sea very quickly calmed down…
How could this happen?
And the dolphins swiftly maneuvered
The little boy to the nearby shore…
Where he finally found surviving
Breath on the shores of France.

Finally the night brought peace for Buck…
He slept deeply…And the air became
Kinder…and the stars appeared…
Then dreams filled his head…of some far
Off place…Another time, another world he
Would one day see…Where friends would fill
His life…and justice would change the world…
A mysterious beautiful golden haired lady
Told him this…As she vowed to forever
Follow his life…
The dream sang to him, gave his small body a
Fiery spark to survive…so when morning
Came he found this odd rejuvenated strength…
And a magic that filled his blood.

He staggered down the beach at dawn
Trying to regain his wits and a plan as
The wind blew…His instincts alive…
Find water and food…Then find out where he was.
Was anything easy?
But he knew the ways of hunters, from
What his father and the villagers taught him.
Study the sky…Follow the birds…watch
Where they go…Even so close to the sea,
The birds could see and would lead him
To fresh water…

As he trekked inland over sand dunes into
Tall meadows and woods it became
Clear he was nowhere near home.
He recognized nothing! Not even the
Birds…Where was he?
When he finally found a pond of fresh water
He swallowed greedily, only to have
His strained peace broken by
Familiar foreign cries…The echoes of
Romans were in the woods!
Were these Romans everywhere?

Buck deftly moved through the woods
Invisible, scouting for the source of the
Romans…They were there, a large
Encampment…too many to count, the
Metal clothed monsters…
He barely had time to react when
Something struck a blow to his head from behind…
A Roman scout had found him…
Then dragged the boy back to camp…

The world was blurry…All sounds
Indefinable…He heard foreign tongues
Yell in all sorts of ways as he was
Brought to their camp…
The swirling visions of those tanned skin
Faces; they were not pale skin at all…
There were angry sarcastic words…
Grim taunts…Cheers…Then that
Awful wicked laughter of theirs…
The worst sound he had ever heard…
The joyful sounds of demons in flesh bodies
Scheming things no one should know.

He was thrown to the ground hard near
A large tent; the commander’s.
A man of taller standing appeared to
Study the boy…
Through double vision all their faces
Were only shades of humans…As the commander
Yelled and pointed at him…
Cheers and that wicked laughter filled the air…
Something inside him exploded,
Then Buck sprang to race and crawl
Across the ground…Where he only
Fumbled into a line of tethered
Beasts nearby…Horses…

A great black horse stomped the
Ground before him…lowered its head
And sniffed Buck…It was huge, big eyes…
It was surreal…
The Romans yelled…cheered, that awful laugh…
Then the wind blew…
Whistling filled the air, a song…
The horses perked their ears, twitched
As they heard the Siren’s song…
Then all hell broke loose…
A soldier tried to grab the boy…
The black horse reared and struck
The Roman down with its front swatting legs…
Then al the horses reared and kicked
And neighed and cried…
Buck again somehow, by fueled fear,
Exploded into a run for the woods…
As the horses broke free from their lines
And stampeded chaos through the
Roman camp…going every which
Way, so that the brave soldiers
Could only duck for cover…
The horses seized and slammed
Anything that stood in their way
Only to have
Their masters chase them…

It was a sight to see…
As if a Mother of Nature were
Laughing somewhere…It was the animals
That would own the day.
And her song was strong as she told Buck to run…
He raced through the woods aimlessly…
Half a dozen Roman’s chasing him…
But it was not their time to win…
The power filled him…Run Buck, run…Run…Run…Run…
The wind rose through the woods as the
Little boy ran…Everything seemed to
Come alive…The birds, the animals,
Everything in the trees chattering with
Excitement…by command of the Siren’s song
Then the sky grew dark…
The thunder echoed…And the howls
Of the wolves came…But they were of
No native howl to those woods or
Any other…something more of spirit
Were these wolves…and they were hungry
To teach sharp lessons.

Buck ran and ran, no idea where he was…
Or running to…only knowing he had to get
Far away from those Romans…
No time to think…only feel…
Tears streamed down his face as he panted…
The sky grew darker, and although it was
Near noon-day…it might as well have been
Night by the storm clouds…
Cries of angry pursuit of the Romans filled
The air…the very sound of them striking
Terror…panic…desperation…

Thunder sounded, but without rain…
Only mind…Howling wind…with those strange
Wolf howls within it…fortifying it somehow…
Then, all strength gone…Buck crashed
To the ground before an ancient towering
Tree…He fought to move but could only breathe…
The Romans calls grew closer…
The howls of the wolves echoed…
He crawled and covered up against
And hugged the mighty tree…
Whispering pleas to the Heavens for help…
Someone was in fact listening…

The sights, sounds…the secret magic
Moment of time…As the Roman soldiers
Appeared in view of the woods, they found him.
An elemental force in an unstoppable force of rage
Filled nature…through the animals…
As the lead soldier drew closer to him…
Very closely a wolf howled…
An owl’s cry resounded; a voice of magic…
The soldiers moved closer…
Ravens filled the air, darting, gliding
Between the trees…
But the soldiers ignored these signs of nature…
The lead soldier pointed angrily at the boy
With his sword…yelling foreign words, curses
Of the trouble the boy gave grief to them…

But the wild held the upper hand…
As the soldiers grew close to circle the boy…
Behind him, from behind his tree…
A great silvery wolf appeared…
Beautiful, fantastic in size and noble
Strong stance of a predator on four legs…
It seemed to appear fearlessly from nowhere…
It stood to face the Romans,
Eyes aglow burning orange-gold…
Not good or evil…But simply of primal law…
Then another wolf appeared, tawny…
Then another silver, another of reddish black
Mask and saddle coat…Then more and more…
Black ones, grey ones…golds…more silvers…
Until they were all around…

The Romans froze upon sight of the pack…
These monster wolves…
Suddenly their arrogant rage became
But weary trembling prey…
Six sworded men verses a horde of
Giant spirit wolves? Anything with a soul
Could sense the odds…
The little boy shook…completely paralyzed
By the scene…what was this…

The pack master, the silvery white one
Held its head low…eyes burning
Commanding silently…
And the pack complied without hesitation…
These wolves do not hesitate…
Wisdom, speed and sense are but one
With them…

Immediately the wolves raced, streaks of
Blurry furred forms filled the woods…
Darting amongst the trees, circling the
Armored men…
Swords of steel, armor? HA!
Toys to these wolves…
While the feeble witted men slowly
Attempted to seize aim around them…
The wolves commenced their attacks…
The seconds…One soldier fell, then two, three…
Throats torn apart, limbs ripped off
Blood and screams filled the air…
Only the silvery white wolf stood still…
Staring down the lead soldier…
Eyes to eyes…Mind to mind…
Don’t move, don’t think, don’t blink…
The spirit wolves were the police of
Nature…No mortal form defied this…

The birds of prey cried out…
They, the animals, all spirits of the woods
Were laughing then…
And finally the bloodied remains of
Five soldiers lay in pieces on the ground…
That took…perhaps a minute or two…
Drawn out only for fear effect…
The remaining cried in his tongue,
“These woods are possessed!”
The silvery wolf stared him down as if
To say… ‘You keep telling yourself that
Two legs…And tell that to ALL the two legs…’
The wolf seemed to grin with its sharp
Snout and ivory polished canine teeth…
The last Roman soldier turned to run…
Fleeing the forest for his life from
This supernatural confrontation…

And the pack leader allowed him to leave,
Wanting him scared out of his mind to
Tell all his fellow soldiers in terror what he
Saw…And if his people didn’t believe
Him, why the wolves would just do it again…
It was hardly an effort to them…

Once he was gone…the wind miraculously
Calmed…The skies turned to blue…
Birds chirped contentedly in the trees…
And little Buck was left hugging the
Tree…staring in fascination at the
Most magnificent silvery white wolf he
Had ever seen…

The boy’s mind…The wolf’s mind…
‘What are you?’ from Buck…
‘Of higher nature,’ of the wolf, ‘She called
Us…Here we are…’
‘She?’ from Buck
‘No name to you or this world.’ Said the wolf.
‘Just know she is with you. Her eyes
Are of nature. As we are its law.’
Little Buck cried…All that had happened
To him, the feelings, images filled his head,
He couldn’t fight it…it just came out…
The wolf sensed it all and understood…

‘Don’t worry little one…I, we…will
Find you a safe place to be…and safe
You will always be…’
The wolf sniffed and licked him, like
Some kind, gentler pet would do…
Then it sat beside to guard him so
The boy could rest…
‘When you are ready we’ll guide you
To water…something to eat…then to
That safe place…Now rest.’

They guided little Buck…Through an
Age-old France…to mountains…into
The lands of fierce Gauls…Where in
A safe mountain village the boy found
An adopted rest…with a new family…
In Germany…where, over time…a new
Lineage of the Starchild would grow and
Spread in strands through Eastern Europe…
Bearing fruit and secrets time would
Someday tell…Guess a bit on that.

Again…Depart…
From this tale to the ship of the Watchers…
Their post…
Apollo, Ceres, Camlo…on the bridge…
Sitting calmly, quietly in their seats…
At their individual view screens and posts…

Apollo sat tapping his finger in the
Captain’s seat…fighting both a laugh and
Scowl at the same time… “Ceres?”

“Yes?” She effortlessly answered never
Taking her eyes from her screen…

“Dare I need to remind you of what
Dorin said,” Apollo told her, “Of why we
Are…locked in upon this post? Forced to
Be held here?”

“I remember the Big Head, yes.” She calmly
Said in a melodic tone.

Camlo had to laugh at her comment as his
Eyes jumped among them.

Apollo struggled to form the words…
To reason a protest? “Where do I begin?
Whales? Dolphins?”

“They swim in the sea,” she only said, “This
You know.”

“And whales charge ships…on their own
Accord?” He asked her sternly.

“It could happen easily enough.” She said.

“And dolphins…since when do they
Appear to push a little boy to shore?” He
Asked…

“Ask a dolphin its own reasons,” Ceres
Laughed, “As if I should know why…
Curiosity?”

Apollo leaned forward…resting his
Elbow on his knee studying her casual
Demeanor. “Oh really? Since when?”

“Why don’t you go for a swim and
Ask them.” She said. “Ask a shark…
Or a whale. How should I know.”

“I can’t leave the ship, remember?”
He stated.

“Oh well then, it is a mystery of nature.”
She replied, her eyes rolling coyly about.
“Never to know the reasons of
Animals…Maybe dolphins will surprise
You from now on.”

“On their own of course.” He teased.

“Of course.” She said.

Apollo then leaned more heavily…watching
Her. “And I suppose then that…The
Horses once again found the mind and
Sense to stampede a Roman camp? To
Suddenly fight and kick, then kill the
Soldiers they were just afraid of?”

Ceres rolled her eyes. “Oh please,
You dramatize things. Stampede? They
Merely trotted through the camp by
Accident.” She half-laughed. “No one
Was killed on purpose…maimed yes…
A few were accidentally permanently
Damaged…And death came hours later…
Slowly…From poorly managed treatment.
Do not blame the horses…”

“Maimed?” Apollo laughed at her deductive
Reasoning. “Accidentally permanently damaged?”
He shook his head. “Poorly managed
Treatment caused their deaths? Their
Hooves flattened skulls!”

“They were hardly flattened!” Ceres said
Sarcastically, facing him. “Their skulls were
Fragile! It was just a dent!”

He bellowed laughter. “Your reasoning finds
Bolder purpose than mine!”

“It was an act of nature!” She said.

He laughed loud. “Nature? Nature if
But by an angry woman’s mind that
Talked to animals…So what then, the
Spirit wolves but suddenly appeared
Through a rain-less storm? To a world
They would have NEVER seen…on the
Far side of their universe?”

“It was just a suggestion.” Ceres told
Him flatly, never blinking once.

“You told them to come and slay those
Soldiers!” He shouted with a laugh, pointing
At her.

“I did not!”

“You did!” He said.

“I did not!” Ceres argued.

“Did!” Apollo pointed hard.

“Did not!” She persisted.

“You told them to shred them.” Apollo
Said. “I heard the echo of that Siren…
If you say…Play…I will call you a liar!”

“The wolves do not take orders,” Ceres
Strictly cornered him, “Not from me, nor
Anyone!”

That was true… “Still you imparted the idea.”
He told her.

She gently shook her head. “I merely
Whistled for them to come take a look…”

“To protect the little boy.” He smiled.

To that she offered no answer.

“Why now?” Apollo had to ask… “This
Civilization has been growing and spreading
For some time…This is their behavior. You
Bore no interest in them before…Why
This time?”

She held still…her eyes avoiding
His.

He thought quietly… “Ah…it is the
Starchild’s bloodline…That baby, the
One you cared for to defend!” He should
Have known…But then an intuition
Struck him…unlike ever before. “You
Know something. There is something you
Sense about this bloodline…unlike ever
Before…That’s why you do this!”

She remained silent…and he could
Not read more from her, he could only
Make deductions based upon her actions.

“What is it that you know?” He became
Very curious. “Please tell me?”

She sat still, lifted her head high to look
At him…some noble etheric sacrament.
There was a secret she knew…and
Would never tell. That was for the future
To know.

“You know I will find out,” he said,
“Eventually.”

“You may very will,” Ceres said to him,
“In time…Perhaps.”

Suddenly it struck him…Ceres had come
To Earth by no accident…beyond volunteer…
She was sent here…

Again…we take a step away…
These words to find your minds and ears…
Eyes…Wonder…
You always have to wonder to believe…
Please.

And again standing beneath the golden
Light…Rana stood there, amongst her
Sisters…Their plan commencing…

“I asked Ceres to make these closing
Words this time.” Rana said.

Ceres, golden and gleaming beneath the light
Stood like a virtuous glamorous titan…
“Words to give…I could say many
Things…What you know of me?
What you question, judge or doubt?
I don’t care…I watched the
Animals…And I would like to make
One clear point…As far as justice
Is concerned…When judging history…
Who suffered First? Who or what
Knew extinction First? If nature is
To decree a court of law…And decisions,
Arguments to be made…Whose cases
Will be pleaded First…Humans, or
Animals? Who will judge that? Who
Will be the jury? If the police
Are the Spirit Wolves…Who sits as judge?
Some mortal man? A Lion Man perhaps?
Think about it.”

Vala hummed… “A Horseman comes…”

Rana bid… “Farewell in Dreams…Listen.
Don’t Speak.”

Valiant
my artwork: Spirit (Timber) Wolf…

and Wolf

 

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58 comments on “Valiant: The Echoes of Thunder…The Starchild…The Road to Rome…

  1. Thanks for the video Pulled up same version but with lyrics only and if you watch can see the contrasts as yo focus on words only without the other distractions.

  2. Favorite line… “Why don’t you go for a swim and ask them.”

    Here in Texas for a few nights this week there was some intense weather. 2 nights ago we had 70-100 mph wind with golf ball to softball size hail that came down like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Before the storm got close, I was watching lightening like I’ve never seen off in the distance and thought “Am I about to see lions come riding out of the sky??” I didn’t, if they did, because I went in the closet away from windows..lol

    These stories get more heart wrenching in a way. The atrocities that have and still do take place. In my many wonderings daily, I do question our connection to nature…how, when will we be so in-tune to all around us again that we all work together. I don’t know the answer, obviously…but I know that from the place I stand, I am getting closer. The feeling of separation starts to dissolve and then everything just “is” for these moments…

    I notice more that when the mind is quiet, when I walk around in this state of being…the birds don’t fly away when I come near and little bugs make there way around and land and take a rest on me. Some times I feel like they are in some way communicating with me and I don’t understand yet (I know this could also be a bit of wishful thinking, but since all is at the whole one self interacting on this level..I don’t feel it is just that). The cows on the other side of the fence aren’t just animals I watch any longer thinking “how beautiful”…it’s more… like watching self watch self. A cow came to the fence and we just looked in each others eye…everything outside of us went hazy and all I could do was cry.

    More and more I know this will be recognized…our wholeness. We are already together..we just have to realize it to come together.

    • BRAVO!

      Keep at it Mildalove – I notice when I am talking to animals this way, there is a “shadow of a doubt” like “did he really say that? nawwww…. it’s just me…” but actually it’s instantaneous and the first thing you hear is what they said. It’s actually very easy… it’s just that we’re conditioned to think it’s “hard”. It’s NOT hard because we are all connected. Go with it! 🙂

      I get the same odd feeling too – it’s like when you listen to your own voice on the phone, sort of… I think they call this “god spark” but might also be some evidence that what you see all around you IS your own personal universe.

      I’m not sure how that would explain Donald Trump though… 😀

      • lol! Someone I was watching on youtube that said her opinion is D.T. is more aspects of the collective unconscious bubbling to the surface.

        • hehe so cool… one just have to look to get the hints =)

          im so happy that u two have this connection… i didnt get that to the cat my ex and i had… but well he and i got some connection even if it was on a body language level…

          im missing that fluffy ball of fur =/

  3. I just so loved the way Ceres encouraged the horses to do what was right. That scene resonated very deeply with me. Much of what you write does, but that scene particularly.

    • if u like ceres have a look at the older posts… i love how much she did for us =) one hell of an amazing woman… guess from now one vanilla strawberry ice cream is going to remind me of her 😉

      ceres will always have a special place in my hear =)

  4. Dear sister, you are bringing this at such a great timing. I…owing to some dense dark attacks [among them, there was even one entity which was so visible, in dark cape with two wide stripes on his face] along with high and powerful plasma, get so ill and insufficient, as well as emotional, vulnerable, prone to cry…

    It’s quite sure a very call via……

    As something important in this soul was just relatively awakened, being triggered by this animation. The Last Unicorn, for more those precious ones, I seem to be prompted to do something….I don’t know how, but just share this as below…

    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2015/05/14/valiant-knock-knock-the-blood-of-the-earth-the-gathering-a-little-alien-secret/

    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2015/06/04/valiant-knock-knock-secrets-experiments-more-alien-files-hmm/

    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2015/10/01/valiant-knock-knockthe-bell-tollsthe-secret-factorthe-ancient-plan/

    Along with some other calls from dragons….

    I was led to this film…sorry for that even I myself don’t have enough time to watch it throughout, and cannot give any bravo at all to this rather shallow interpretation. Nevertheless, numerous kinds of visual arts, as importantly representative parts of material culture, presented there, such as costumes, architecture, some scenes are so significant which remind of a series of stuffs about the Steppes, North Land, Nomads (Scythians, Saka), Parthians, etc… I guess, this highly distinctively remarkable styles and art characteristics even look “exotic” not only to me, though I did have some privilege to have approached to it/them.

    My youtube should have given me a translated version of my mother tongue and it has maintained on the panel.

    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4057376/

    Though I know there are both benevolent and malevolent dragons, and have been somehow confused, all my life I indeed have benefited from the first ones…Very frustrated for my knowledge vacuum about them/it. Here, I just let go of any prejudice, share this here, as it’s used to be shown to me as well…

    • Yes, it’s … intense. I always avoid giving details here, but yes. Attacks of various sorts. Pets dying, the small ones, the babies. Suddenly, for no reason, they just become so weak and go away in less than 1 day.
      That hurts me even more than their “attacks”.
      A sudden “asthma” like attack a few days ago, just as I was falling asleep. Had me pacing in front of an open window, wheezing, coughing. And I went back to bed, and fell asleep anyhow. Idiots. They do cross too many lines now.
      It’s especially the little ones that I am angry about. Stop hurting the little ones. Leave the animals alone !

      Feilla, I found an English subtitle version for that movie you shared !!! And I will watch tonight 🙂 I’ll leave the link at the end of this reply. Thank you so much ! These are my “little pleasures”. Finding something I like to eat, finding something sweet or meaningful to watch. I never watch Tv now. Not for a long time. Just a bit of news, only RT. Not more than 20 mns. Then a movie or a documentary selected on a movie etc website. Laptop usually works about ok if I don’t touch it too much 😀 So I can watch 🙂

      Thank you also for the links to older posts. Kyanite !!! I saw kyanite in a new shop that opened near my house. Knew I should get some. Did not for some stupid reason. I will now ! Thank you ! For ALL this ❤
      So much more than what I just wrote 🙂

      Now, the Dragon movie :

  5. Sorry to hear about what happened to you Feilla. I had a similar experience. I remember a scene from a movie where a Native American Elder told the father that his enemy had revealed himself to him (the father). So in a way this is a good thing, because your enemy has gotten cocky! That is always their weakness. I would recommend looking into learning how to make Iron/War water and bathe in it, mop your floors, and wash your window ledges and doors inside and out with it. It works!

  6. Thank you, my beloved sisters. Pls take care, too…Sorry also for the loss of the little ones…This does also piss me off !!! I’m somehow still in quite dense fatigue and sleepiness, along with anxiety, panic…

    Today, thanks to the reminding from a sister in East, I would not miss this important astronomical event….Very astonishing for the “coincidence,” for Anatres in CN astronomy and astrology was/is named as the lunar lodge of the “Heart of Dragon.” Though I cannot make anything out from all these fragmentary pieces of information or knowledge in time, particularly in such a frustrating state, I believe it’s worth posting this concerned report here.

    Today, April 17th, 2016, Mars in its retrograde is coming to stay at Antares…
    http://austincoppock.com/mars-retrograde-2016/

    In the course of searching for the concerned/corresponding pictures, I happened to find this…

    source : http://www.emeraldguardians.nl.eu.org/2012/12/azure-dragon-society-nexus-96st.html

    In which, that has to do with “dragon,” quite worth listening…

  7. One more link of interest notice the number 999…

    New Moon In Aries: War And Peace
    April 7, 2016
    |
    Astrologer Salvador Russo

    Chapter four of 2016 trumpets into life with the new moon in Aries of April 7th! The great stalemates and competitions of our world will be decided before our eyes as heaven’s light shows its great and obvious favors. The noble battles and the warriors which fight them will soon be honored with divine, victory-securing advantages that pave new paths for justice to thrive in. The spirit of justice will rise as time melts into September when the star of kings enters the house of judgement. Prepare to shed your old skin! The cosmos now decrees all things new!

    I predict the following themes and events to manifest til the full moon in Aries of October 15th:

    the supernatural empowerment of all light-serving relationships

    divine couple connections that spark new successes, joys, learning, and adventure

    the long-awaited settling of family disputes, imbalances, and controversies

    the entrance of soul and goal supporting relationships of all kinds

    the establishment of war within “illuminati” alliances, ranks, and networks

    the establishment of peace between warring parties, nations, and personalities

    the manifestation of new and extraordinary contract-based opportunities

    increasing social awareness of cultural war, corruption, conspiracy, and preservation

    rapid evolution within all committed relationships, especially marriages

    direct interpersonal confrontations about imbalance, injustice, and misconduct

    the strengthening of all noble marriages

    refreshing new growth among stagnant or neglected friendships

    the accumulation of personal power through cooperative engagement

    divine matchmaking through introductions, referrals, and synchronistic encounters

    the attainment of new inner peace and new inner strength

    the emergence of bold new challengers against dark, established authorities

    a growing sense of generational transition across all levels of society

    goal fulfillment through new alliances, agreements, and stipulations

    the rise of new cultural leaders, reformers, advocates, and guardians

    and the widespread creation of new cooperative initiatives

    Active Cooperation

    The number one way to build and benefit throughout this lunar cycle is through active cooperation with the new people and opportunities that will soon be presenting to all of us. This cycle is all about breaking molds, conquering limits, and taking life into higher dimensions through new relationships and all that they offer. This is a time to be engaging and adventurous with the new potentials, suggestions, and opportunities that open up within our relationship lives. New adventures will be born as resonant friends, partners, peers, leaders, and couples will be teamed up for divine reasons and mutual benefits. Be ready to grow in new ways with new people. And be ready to take your existing relationships into uncharted territories!

    War

    Heaven’s war comes to the earthly war masters during this lunar cycle. The truth is that war does rage on this planet. The great war has many forms. There are media wars, economic wars, trade wars, political wars, cultural wars, chemical wars, and of course, spiritual wars. Over the course of this lunar cycle division, dissension, and destruction will be sown among the “illuminati” leadership. The war will be taken to them in “celestial” ways that they have no defense against. The law will always be done, meaning, the higher celestial law that governs all terrestrial affairs. The stars of the old age are passing away and the stars of the new age are being seeded. The victories we seek are promised. Time need only pass.

    Peace

    New forms of peace will be manifesting in our lives throughout this lunar cycle. On many occasions this new peace will be created by way of new relationship dynamics, interpersonal terms, professional successes, and improved economic conditions. Ongoing conflicts, rivalries, shortages, and imbalances, especially within family environments, will be directly targeted and ameliorated by the evolutionary energies of this warrior-esque new moon. Make new peace, settle the imbalances, and partner for prosperity. The signs will be clear and obvious. Strong relationships based in trust and mutual benefit will make all the difference in prosperity potential later this year. After all, Jupiter will be entering the house of relationships…

    Skin Shedding

    If you have felt like your life has been shedding old skin these past months it is because of the active retrogrades of Juno, Poseidon, and Apollo in Scorpio. These benevolent deities are stimulating powerful alchemical processes within us that ultimately lead to healing, regeneration, metamorphosis, and empowerment. Our old skin is shedding and now, with this new moon in Aries, it’s time for us to start showing and flexing our new skins. The shamanic “snake medicine” has been at work for many months. Do not ignore it and trust your instincts. If you sense deep within that it’s time to change, even drastically, then take action to do so. If you are sincere in your efforts expect perfect relationship support to find you, just like magic.

    Jupiter Prograde

    On May 9th Jupiter will resume prograde orbit in Virgo. In many respects the growth and progress of mankind is tied to the transit of Jupiter. Look for gigantic blessings and breakthroughs connected to health, medical procedures, pain reduction, employment, career, earnings, special projects, vital services, and spiritual enlightenment to begin manifesting on or after May 9th. The best of the Jupiter in Virgo transit is ahead of us! If you’ve been experiencing prolonged delays within these aforementioned categories it is because of Jupiter’s retrograde energy. Have faith that the blessings will rain with Jupiter’s upcoming prograde. Have faith that miracles have been sown above you during the retrograde.

    Partner Power

    Power can be gained through partnership all throughout this adventurous new lunar cycle. Be accepting of extended supports, opportunities, and leadership positions while doing your best to keep relationships balanced, nurtured, and evolving in positive ways. For many the realm of relationships has been stagnant and disappointing as of late. This is about to change dramatically! God will be stacking the deck of social relationships so that we are all paired off in perfect ways. As new couples and relationships enter your life be conscious of the cycle we have just entered and ask yourself the question, “Why has God joined us together?” Wondering about this while acting in harmony with positive offerings and developments is a great key to this cycle’s success.

    Assertive Diplomacy

    This new wave of Aries energy has the hybrid character of a warrior and a diplomat. The time has come for all of us to engage in assertive diplomacy to rectify any and all imbalances within our relationship lives. Do not take this task lightly because this cycle is intended to prime us for the highest successes of the upcoming Jupiter in Libra transit which begins on September 9th of 2016, a magical date which equates to “999” in esoteric numerology. Exercise your ability to weigh factors and think often about the concept of wise judgement. Speak up where you should, draw lines where you should, and create new interpersonal perspectives where you should. Wisdom and blessing will come to those who learn to balance personal ambition with the needs of others. Be assertive about your needs but be diplomatic in your delivery. And remember, God is always with the just.

    http://www.starseedastrology.com/#!New-Moon-In-Aries-War-And-Peace/c1i8f/57059aa10cf2efb3747dffba

  8. i wanted to thank u all so much for just being here and doing what u do…
    the last 3-4 weeks are a realy emotional roller coaster for me… and it meant and still means a lot to me to come here everyday to see if any one of u had some thing to share =)

    i know im not an easy person… but im still happy to have found this little garden with all of u in it…

    and i have to thank bill so much because he kicked my butt so that im working on my self even more and more… wanting to become better =)

    so thank u guys soooooooooooo much again =) much love and positive energy =)

    • Stefman, it’s by not being “easy” that we all move forward 🙂 Asking questions, challenging what is said. So keep on, you’re doing a fantastic job.
      Yes, here is a garden for each of us. To sit and rest, and read, sometimes sharing, sometimes in total silence.
      Big hugs to you, Germany. Sprinkled with sparks of cinnamon 🙂

  9. I just wrote quite section of this comment, owing to a wrong act, they were all gone. This might not be so unexpected since everything feels and looks so eccentric at this very period of time.

    I don’t know if I can recall what I just left here…this is all for expressing my high appreciation and gratitude to the ones who are coming here to keep planting the seeds here and pouring the water. After reading Stefan’s comment, I’m more eager to do this.

    I first want to thank Dave Jones for how thoughtful you are to bring this video with the lyrics for us! To me, such a non-English-native speaker, it’s so helpful !!!

    Here, I would like tell Midalove for that your graceful words have always been so magically healing. Those senses, question that you have ever had in fact have as well ever flown in me !!!

    To Nando…for that your poetic, elegant and simple style, particularly that “yellow/gold” and “squares” of your gravatar has been so impressive to me. I just wrote something talking about them, however, not finished yet. Not only once, you are saying what’s in my mind…just like you literately read my mind and heart !!!

    To Robin for that you have always been able to bring the American Indian counterpart/version of what I’ve been searching for. Those are not only related, but that highly accurately….This is much more than incredible !!!

    Thank you so much for this series of super precious articles. That one, Arcturus Remembered, is so stunning that carries so many precious and important messages. We the ones seem somehow all so tightly connected with Arcturians even have benefited from their teaching, despite of their less tangible forms. On this subject, I cannot help thinking of our loving, wit and genius Greek brother, Konstantinos, also an artist!!! My brother, despite of your long silence, you have been in our minds, even playing such an important role !!!

    Here, I’ve to say, according to my experience, it has happened again and again that getting the same knowledge in or from Chines, my sense is so different from reading those texts interpreted with or translated into foreign languages. Strange that the last ones can generally help me get the more “accurate” comprehension. That “accuracy” has to do with another language, and it feels like that when reading the same text translated into the other foreign languages that I’m capable to read, it’s just like that I’m “outlining” the same thing and it becomes more distinctive when I am doing so with another language !!!How dangerous and terrible this is to just only rely on my conventional/traditional sense with my mother tongue!!!

    In regards to these myths, shamanism, strange creatures, there is a book which called Book/Classics of Mountains and Seas 山海經, in which we seem to be can find quite amount of counterparts at the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classic_of_Mountains_and_Seas
    I just listened to David Hatcher Childress’ speech, presented by Tyberonn. I’m so amazed for he should have noticed this. Pity that this video is worth “watching,” but I’m still not available to do it before sharing it with you.

    Being unable to make more research on these materials at this moment, I cannot bring any specific clear thread at all here, but somehow feel this also has something to do with what Dreamwalker just brought last week.
    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2016/04/07/the-echoes-of-thunderthe-starchild-and-rome/#comment-47968
    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2016/04/07/the-echoes-of-thunderthe-starchild-and-rome/#comment-47972

    Worth sharing here, too, that in CN fable, legend, or ancient novels, there are quite amount of stories talking about the witness or even rencontre with the “immortal” in “Caucasian looking” which is to say…blond, straight /high nose, sunken and light-colored eyes. In visual art, we also found the correspondent representations.
    http://en.daoinfo.org/wiki/Daoist_Novels_about_the_Occult

    It after all took half of my life to get the knowledge of the old civilizations, and I can barely, and still rather, even only know a little more about Asia or Euraisa. Departing from the Far-East, crossing the Eurasia, and then being here, I almost wore myself out. All about the New Continent at the other side of Atlantic Ocean, I’m used to rely on Dreamwalker’s feeding. Though Tauno and Lisa are both Europeans, their knowledge about American Indian is too incredible to me.

    So…if I get correctly what Bill brought, it’s quite nice that we can share here, bringing what we have experienced in each individual’s geographical and cultural corner. So what we have experienced, sensed, felt, discovered are all that precious, though each of us might has some inevitable limit. In this case, even “frame” (of gender, cultural background, age, any kinds of national, religious, professional experiences…) looks so beautiful, as it’s what that defines us, as an individual and representative to taste the very taste, sense the very sense in some specific cultural/geographical line/thread. So diversity is in fact the very pearl which brings the distinctive color, beauty, enrich the “big/whole ONE.” That’s why it’s worth experiencing this kind of separation from the big one. What we do here is making the fragmentary pieces up as/into a bigger and relatively whole one as we can, though it looks so impossible.

    You the ones here to me are literally planting the seeds of knowledge, of comfort, and elaborating some specific sense of homeland of/in/from memory and dreams. So I cannot thank our very Big Sister, and Great Architect, Leslee’s establishment of it. This is even not only a garden, but palace ?!

    Here, I want to thank to Brianna for this super kind willing to walk along with me, tasting what I just brought. For this kindness, I could finally have some more patience watching this Dragon Movie without skipping over again. However, honestly, discouragement is my very sense after watching it for what I realized is the very ignorance of all the concerned stuffs. Not only in this case, I just feel so frustrated for that I seem to know nothing about all that are occurring to me, around me and about me, without saying those about others. In other word, it’s the very sense of “limit!!!” Besides, though how much I want to digest all that shared by you, the super precious ones, I really have difficulty to keep up all in time. Then next time…I don’t know if I can still get the very thread that I would like to get afterwards.

    In regards to “Dragon,” thanks again to that sister in East, this also gives me some very important enlightenment…
    http://www.mindbodyspirit.co.uk/blog/10-step-introduction-to-dragons-diana-cooper/

    As Brianna, the last two days, I was too anxious to calm down and just thought to eat some dessert. I hence even spent hours to bake, just for calming myself down, to ground better. If I can share…you are so welcome to taste these both vegan ones…

    Almond & caramelized waknuts pie


    Panettone : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panettone

    Dear beautiful blond David, though you have been in silence for quite months, all your footprints left here can just warm my heart again and again. I’m keeping sending you my best blessings and gratitude !!!

    To Terraseed, too…How are you and your baby ? For that which just happened to me, I cannot but think of you and your baby.

    To Tomaz, this number, 050959 seems to be speaking of something “important…” So you know some very secret ?!!!

    Dear Michelle…obviously, you are such a veteran in various aspects, specialties. If we can hear more from you, that would be awesome !!!

    Here, I of course cannot forget thank Bill & Lida for gathering us more and more here and keep enlightening us in this sophisticated ways, prompting us to share, to explore more….those about ourselves (no matter individual or collective), about humanity, about earth….

    In the next parts, for I kept hearing this melody (one of my favorite ones), seeing wolves the last weeks…and happened to meet these ones…



    “A healthy woman is much like a wolf, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, intuitive and loyal. Yet separation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meagre, anxious, and fearful. The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul… With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through two eyes only, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.”
    ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes, ‘Women who run with Wolves’.


    In Women Who Run With the Wolves, psychologist and storyteller Clarissa Pinkola Estés notes the age-old connection of women and bears in the mythic traditions of many different lands. “To the ancients,” she writes, “bears symbolized resurrection. The creature goes to sleep for a long time, its heartbeat decreases to almost nothing. The male often impregnates the female right before hibernation, but miraculously, egg and sperm do not unite right away. They float separately in her uterine broth until much later. Near the end of hibernation, the egg and sperm unite and cell division begins, so that the cubs will be born in the spring when the mother is awakening, just in time to care for and teach her new offspring. Not only by reason of awakening from hibernation as though from death, but much more so because the she-bear awakens with new young, this creature is a profound metaphor for our lives, for return and increase coming from something that seemed deadened.
    source : http://pada-viya.tumblr.com/post/73312756831/following-the-bear-by-terri-windling


    Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland
    source : https://lochsplus.com/2014/10/22/joyful-journey-part-6-the-isle-of-skye-scotlands-misty-isle-fairy-pools-quiraing-fairy-glen-cuillins/


    Crystal clear and cold Fairy Pools, Isle of Skye, Scotland. Photo #15 by Infinity Visions
    source : http://www.lovethesepics.com/2015/07/sensational-isle-of-skye-50-pics/

    For this is such a “martial” period under the super high astronomical effects, despite the picture which looks somehow too dark for me to take…this melody sounds pretty to me for it’s bringing me more patience to insist to see, to witness the end of this dark era !!!

    Tyberonn’s latest newsletter, in title of “Astro Alert- 6 Planets in Retrograde ! The Mars Amalgam – Wow!” just says something which corrosponds to what Robin brought yesterday. For we all not only see, but also are in this chaos and difficulty, I want to express my highest appreciation for your being here with me. This do help me less mad, less traumatized, less desperate….

    Please take care, my cherished ones…

    Let’s run forwards with that insane faith like him…

  10. I just wrote quite section of this comment, owing to a wrong act, they were all gone. This might not be so unexpected since everything feels and looks so eccentric at this very period of time.

    I don’t know if I can recall what I just left here…this is all for expressing my high appreciation and gratitude to the ones who are coming here to keep planting the seeds here and pouring the water. After reading Stefan’s comment, I’m more eager to do this.

    I first want to thank Dave Jones for how thoughtful you are to bring this video with the lyrics for us! To me, such a non-English-native speaker, it’s so helpful !!!

    Here, I would like tell Midalove for that your graceful words have always been so magically healing. Those senses, question that you have ever had in fact have as well ever flown in me !!!

    To Nando…for that your poetic, elegant and simple style, particularly that “yellow/gold” and “squares” of your gravatar has been so impressive to me. I just wrote something talking about them, however, not finished yet. Not only once, you are saying what’s in my mind…just like you literately read my mind and heart !!!

    To Robin for that you have always been able to bring the American Indian counterpart/version of what I’ve been searching for. Those are not only related, but that highly accurately….This is much more than incredible !!!

    Thank you so much for this series of super precious articles. That one, Arcturus Remembered, is so stunning that carries so many precious and important messages. We the ones seem somehow all so tightly connected with Arcturians even have benefited from their teaching, despite of its less tangible form. On this subject, I cannot help thinking of our loving, wit and genius Greek brother, Konstantinos, also an artist!!! My brother, despite of your long silence, you have been in our minds, even playing such an important role !!!

    Here, I’ve to say, according to my experience, it has happened again and agin that getting the same knowledge in or from Chines, my sense is so different from reading those texts interpreted with or translated into foreign languages. Strange that the last ones can generally help me get the more “accurate” comprehension. That “accuracy” has to do with another language, and it feels like that when reading the same text translated into the other foreign languages that I’m capable to read, it’s just like that I’m “outlining” the same thing and it becomes more distinctive when I am doing so with another language !!!How dangerous and terrible this is to just only rely on my conventional/traditional sense with my mother tongue!!!

    In regards to these mythes, shamanism, strange creatures, there is a book which called Book/Classics of Mountains and Seas 山海經, in which we seem to be can find quite amount of counterparts at the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classic_of_Mountains_and_Seas
    I just listened to David Hatcher Childress’ speech, presented by Tyberonn. I’m so amazed for he should have noticed this. Pity that this video is worth “watching,” but I’m still not available to do it before sharing it with you.

    Being unable to make more research on these materials at this moment, I cannot bring any specific clear thread at all here, but somehow feel this also has something to do with what Dreamwalker just brought last week.
    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2016/04/07/the-echoes-of-thunderthe-starchild-and-rome/#comment-47968
    https://spirittrainchronicles.com/2016/04/07/the-echoes-of-thunderthe-starchild-and-rome/#comment-47972

    Worth sharing here, too, that in CN fable, legend, or ancient novels, there are quite amount of stories talking about the witness or even rencontre with the “immortal” in “Caucasian looking” which is to say…blond, straight /high nose, sunken and light-colored eyes. In visual art, we also found the correspondent representations.
    http://en.daoinfo.org/wiki/Daoist_Novels_about_the_Occult

    It after all took half of my life to get the knowledge of the old civilizations. Departing from the Far-East, crossing the Euroasia, and then being here, I almost wore myself out. All about the New Continent at the other side of Atlantic Ocean, I’m used to rely on Dreamwalker’s feeding. Though Tauno and Lisa are both Europeans, their knowledge about American Indian is too incredible to me.

    So…if I get correctly what Bill brought in, it’s quite nice that we can share here, bringing what we have experienced in each individual’s geographical and cultural corner. So what we have experienced, sensed, felt, discovered are all that precious, though each of us might has some inevitable limit. In this case, even “frame” (of gender, cultural background, age, any kinds of national, religious, professional experiences…) looks so beautiful, as it’s what that defines us, as an individual. So diversity is the very pearl which brings the distinctive color, beauty, enrich the “big/whole ONE.” That’s why it’s worth experiencing this kind of separation from the big one. What we do here is making with the fragmentary pieces up as a bigger and relatively whole one as we can, though it looks so impossible.

    You the ones here to me are literally planting the seeds of knowledge, of comfort, and elaborating some specific sense of homeland of/in/from memory and dreams. So I cannot thank our very Big Sister, and Great Architect, Leslee’s establishment of it. This is even not only a garden ,but palace ?!

    Here, I want to thank to Brianna for this super kind willing to walk along with me, tasting what I just brought. For this kindness, I could finally have some more patience watching this Dragon Movie without skipping over again. However, honestly, discouragement is my very sense after watching it for what I realized is the very ignorance of all the concerned stuffs. Not only in this case, I just feel so frustrated for that I seem to know nothing about all that are occurring to me, around me and about me, without saying those about others. In other word, it’s the very sense of “limit!!!” Besides, though how much I want to digest all that shared by you, the super precious ones, I really have difficulty to keep up all in time. Then next time…I don’t know if I can still get the very thread that I would like to get afterwards.

    In regards to “Dragon,” thanks again to that sister in East, this also gives me some very important enlightenment…
    http://www.mindbodyspirit.co.uk/blog/10-step-introduction-to-dragons-diana-cooper/

    As Brianna, the last two days, I was too anxious to calm down and just thought to eat some dessert. I hence even spent hours to bake, just for calming myself down, to ground better. If I can share…you are so welcome to taste these both vegan ones…

    Almond & caramelized waknuts pie


    Panettone : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panettone

    Dear beautiful blond David, though you have been in silence for quite months, all your footprints left here can just warm my heart again and again. I’m keeping sending you my best blessings and gratitude !!!

    To Terraseed, too…How are you and your baby ? For that which just happened to me, I cannot but think of you and your baby.

    To Tomaz, this number, 050959 looks so significant…It looks like that you know some very secret ?!!!

    Dear Michelle…obviously, you are such a veteran in various aspects, specialities. If we can hear more from you, that would be awesome !!!

    For I kept hearing this melody (one of my favorite ones), seeing wolves the last weeks…and happened to meet these ones…



    “A healthy woman is much like a wolf, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, intuitive and loyal. Yet separation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meagre, anxious, and fearful. The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul… With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through two eyes only, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.”
    ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes, ‘Women who run with Wolves’.


    In Women Who Run With the Wolves, psychologist and storyteller Clarissa Pinkola Estés notes the age-old connection of women and bears in the mythic traditions of many different lands. “To the ancients,” she writes, “bears symbolized resurrection. The creature goes to sleep for a long time, its heartbeat decreases to almost nothing. The male often impregnates the female right before hibernation, but miraculously, egg and sperm do not unite right away. They float separately in her uterine broth until much later. Near the end of hibernation, the egg and sperm unite and cell division begins, so that the cubs will be born in the spring when the mother is awakening, just in time to care for and teach her new offspring. Not only by reason of awakening from hibernation as though from death, but much more so because the she-bear awakens with new young, this creature is a profound metaphor for our lives, for return and increase coming from something that seemed deadened.
    source : http://pada-viya.tumblr.com/post/73312756831/following-the-bear-by-terri-windling


    Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland
    source : https://lochsplus.com/2014/10/22/joyful-journey-part-6-the-isle-of-skye-scotlands-misty-isle-fairy-pools-quiraing-fairy-glen-cuillins/


    Crystal clear and cold Fairy Pools, Isle of Skye, Scotland. Photo #15 by Infinity Visions
    source : http://www.lovethesepics.com/2015/07/sensational-isle-of-skye-50-pics/

    For this is such a “martial” period under the super high astronomical effects, despite the picture which looks somehow too dark for me to take…this melody sounds pretty to me for it’s bringing me more patience to insist to see, to witness the end of this dark era !!!

    Tyberonn’s latest newsletter, in title of “Astro Alert- 6 Planets in Retrograde ! The Mars Amalgam – Wow!” just says something which corrosponds to what Robin brought yesterday. For we all not only see, but also are in this chaos and difficulty, I want to express my highest appreciation for your being here with me. This do help me less mad, less traumatized, less desperate….

    Please take care, my cherished ones…

    Let’s run forwards with that insane faith like him…

  11. much ❤ to you, Stefman. I didn't see your previous comment till now. I'm not sure why I had that dream about my grandfather, but I noticed I had it the first day of Saturn going retrograde ( my grandfather was a Capricorn, ruled by Saturn, and I have a Capricorn ascendant). I'm wondering perhaps if I'm going to have to head back out West for some reason and the dream was to warn me about just how dangerous my uncle really is.

    • please take care of yourself… how do they say “u can choose ur friends but u cant choose family”

      just know that there arent just the monsters we met… but there are monsters that walk in our midst that are humans… it is an honorable thought to wanna help everyone… but i came to the point well u cant help everyone… u can only help those that want help… that doesnt mean u should close ur self to the others… but rather wait for them to learn first… and when those people learned their lesson… ur still there and if they are willing to listen… well than u can teach and tell them about all the great things…

      for example i try to move thru my life with a triage mentality… i could try to help some one that needs all my attention to safe his life while the odds that the person makes it are rather slim and i might waste the time that i had left for that one person… while there are 5 others also in dire need… but if i care about that “helpless case” i lose 5 other lifes that i could have saved if i had took care of them first… i know its a not nice thought at all… because that means to leave one behind… in exchange to safe other lifes that had a greater chance to get thru…

      i dont even know if thats the right way or not… but we are only humans and our day has only 24 hours… so we got to make the most of it to actually make positive change…

      so what im trying to say is… do what u can do well listen to the warnings that u get… and do what u need and should do… BUT NEVER CLOSE YOUR HEART!!! if u need to cry from time to time do this!!! NEVER be ashamed of this because it means you are not already dead inside like so many other people… if its time to meat these people it will happen… and let ur light shine =) but take care of yourself… and well that reminds me a of a saying here “who does not want to listen has to feel” well maybe sometimes an ass kicking does miracles and wakes some one up… so protect yourself

      but yeah the family thing… hehe funny thing is im going to meat my family/relatives soon… and boy i can tell u id rather visit a dentist for a whole weekend lol

  12. Feilla just left a nice load of “homework” 🙂 Thanks, so many of these links bring new views, or trigger new coherent info. Robin, yesterday I also read what you shared, and the links too. Very aha ! Thank you.
    It’s funny, listening to the video Feilla left with us, it immediately brought me back to a dream I had in 2011. It was happening somewhere “out of time”.
    An encounter, a talk, and a hope. And a knowing.

  13. Strange that these new comments were not updated in my mailbox….

    How nice this music, the story behind, the picture, the timing to meet them all along, etc all are!

    How sweet Stefan is…and Stefan…you are definitely one of the most assiduous ones, pouring water, and looking after all the plants, blossoms here.

    I’m used to be insane….After coming here, when meditating, I once got a hint, there is one, very important one to me is in the South America; whereas in some other occasions, I don’t know why but just sensed there is a light point which has to do with me in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In my limited knowledge, I cannot imagine what there would be, without saying to have anything to do with me. Likewise, after watching a video of a interview with two Romanian ladies, I somehow start to wait for some confirmation. I won’t say more…but you the ones know what I’m saying, and what my moods could be….with tears…like waterfall.

    There are still the ones….

    Still a strange day to me….particularly, when typing these words, my computer acts up….

    For this is such a martial moment, though I want to see the end of the darkness, and the dawn rising, I hope the the harms would be as less as possible. When all turn rather soft, tender, it won’t be that harmful….What kind of power can bring this kind of miracle ? MOTHER’S LOVE !!!

    I get so fascinated by this melody since the first time when hearing it…So, taking advantage of this occasion, I would express my highest appreciation and respect to the Brave Lady, Valiant’s mother, Lida, and all the brave mothers. Thanks to this talented American Indian origin composer, Eddie Hermoso, too for it’s he who gives me the very medium which I can profit from for expressing these sentiments !

    I in fact didn’t pay much attention, neither had more search for him. For the last days, this melody not only once attracted my attention…

    I first got somehow I don’t judge fire here, but insist to be loyal to my heart fire, my willing to see even to bring the end of the darkness…If all the coincidence make sense, I even appreciate that the dragons are coming to help us purify these lands with fire. Whatever this will bring, I know Mothers’ LOVE is the most powerful on protecting, nurturing, raising, healing….

    Thanks to this resonance, I could have chance to know more about this composer and realized that he is the very creator of that lovely melody, “Mothers!”

    After fire, the end…..

    • that reminds me of “the color of magic” i wonder if the movie they made is worth having a look

      • Definitely! I’m a big Pratchett fan, so I may be biased… 🙂 This one goes great with a big bowl of popcorn. It has a bit of a low-budget flavor but I think that’s part of the charm (it’s a spoof on fantasy films…). Hogfather was also very well done.

        In both there’s definitely a “multiple dimensions” thing going on – there’s the discworld universe, but then there are things going on in other dimensions that the characters are partially aware of (or rather they’re not aware but experience them anyways…)

        • i think there is also another disc world movie… if im not wrong that one i saw i think it was called “going postal” or so

  14. before it slips my mind again… any one of u using orgone/orgonite ?

    don and carol croft ?

    anyway it might be worth having a look at zappers for health and getting rid of “parasites” be it physical or the spiritual ones… also maybe for when late night visits by the nasty ones… i would think a sucker punch might come in handy….

    http://educate-yourself.org/dc/SuccorPunch22jul02.shtml

  15. Stefman, yes, I have a pyramid orgonite. I always keep it near my computer or beside my bed when I sleep. Good stuff! A great big hug to you Feilla! You helped me solve a bit of a mystery. I had some kind of projection after doing a meditation last April. I saw a ring of stones surrounded by hills. I was a little girl and saw my reflection in a pond near the “Faerie Ring” where I had gone to fetch my mother some water…I was about 6 years old, grey-blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, and a little dimple in my chin. Must have been a past life memory. Wondered where the place was…Isle of Skye…Scotland…that explains a lot. ❤

  16. One more thing of interest…I have a fixation with looking up the meaning of names. Donavan/Duncan/Dougan…all mean “Dark Warrior”. The origin of the name is from the Black Forest of Germany. The clan colors were hunter green and black. These were the colors of their clothing…cloaks…kilts(?) They were able to blend into their surroundings and camouflage themselves. The Dark Warrior hidden??? My grandmother on my father’s side said were were black Dutch, and on my mom’s side via her mother, we had family (Dougan) that immigrated to the United States via Ireland.

    Look up the meaning of the name Troxel…Traxel… 😉 … shhh!!! You’ll find it quite interesting! ❤

  17. Thanks to Dreamwalker….for such a nice picture on Turtle+Elephants. The Turtles are really coming to help, to rescue, to appease, to bring messages, to guard…

    Thanks to Stefan for these super kind untiring responses…We guys are orgonite fans, and I personally even have been thinking to make some on my own. However, it’s still merely an “idea!” That reminding of “the colors of magic” is precious to me…

    Thanks to Robin for these nice words, I in fact happened to find one photo on web of that fairy site…strange that it looks so déjà vu, too. My dreams in the last days are not nice at all, mundane…quite mundane. My dear sister, what a magical hand you have, can just find these significant materials, enveloping the very “gems!” All about/of it seems to be bringing the very alchemical effects …A plus syn here…I’m so used to see raven(s) , wolves, tigers, lions, bears, deers, cats of two-colored eyes for weeks….

    The full moon is coming (and just like that’s shown in the video), and maybe also owing to the dense astronomical effects, it feels somehow afflictive in this very course of purging all the old trauma, the toxicity, both physically and emotionally. I get so allergic…however cautious I’m, there are just so many kinds of foods which can cause irritation.

    Appreciate so for all those who help me get through the very darkness…I just found this picture….so adorable that almost dissolve all the toxic calculus….

    May you all have a nice April Full Moon…

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