Valiant: The Thunders…Letters from the Future…

*SONG* “Magic” by Olivia Newton John

He stood there holding a piece of paper
In his hand…a solemn look on his face…
Varence was hesitant to speak…he turned to
Ceres, who was never short for words…

“Well,” she said impatiently folding her arms
Across her chest, “Are you going to begin or

Varence studied my face…The strangest expression…

That piece of paper… “What is that?” I asked
Him as I waited to write down…whatever it
Was he had to say. At this point, I have no
Idea what I’m writing. Only later after it
Is typed and posted online do I get the
Chance to process the written words…

“This,” he nodded to the paper in his hands,
“Is a letter…addressed to you…from a
Girl…in the Future.”

I froze. “What? From who? From where?

Ceres simply smiled at him. “I told you…”

Varence smirked at her words, then focused
On me, the notebook. “Now, I am going to
Read this…and you write it for them to
Read, understand?”

“How did you get that?” I asked him, but
Before I could ask more he interrupted me.

“Just write down the words I read aloud…

Ceres laughed. “The mystery man of time…
Now, he says…please.”

“Just write it down…Please.” He repeated.

I nodded, asking questions was pointless.

He held the paper carefully and spoke VERY
Kindly as if to mimic the tone of the one
Who wrote it…
“Dear Valiant,
I have studied and read all of your messages
For years, many of me and my friends have.
I realize you will never get to read this, but
It is the only way I thought I could reach
You…just as you wrote down your messages
With pen on paper, that is what I am doing
Now. Somehow it feels right.

I am 25 years old, I live with my parents and
Two older brothers in…”
Varence omits the name, I can tell by the
Look in his eyes; typical…
“I think it is close to where you grew up…
To where you wrote down your messages.
Maybe that will give us a connection…
So that I can find you, or even talk to your
Friends from the stars that talked to you…”
Varence paused to look at Ceres, she did not
Seem amused…Then he continued.
“My friends and I talk about you a lot…
I realize that is probably not important, many
Do…Maybe this is only some silly girl’s dream,
Writing to her diary, Dear Valiant…but to me
It’s better than writing simply, Dear Diary,
Or some other name…
Sometimes I feel like I know you, or am
Supposed to…or did once. I don’t know.
There is so little about the past that survived
The old age…only bits and pieces here and
There from houses that survived the Earth
Changes, the asteroid or the pulse…
There are so many theories about the past,
It is a wonder the world ever recovered.
It must have been a hard time to live
With so much hatred and violence. Why
Were people so angry all the time?
We learned in school that people had
So many beliefs that they couldn’t get along.
Is that why?
This is the beginning of my diary, Valiant.
I should really introduce myself. I’m Ann,
My parents named me after the great, famous
Actress of your age, Annette Funicello.
People, my friends, tell me I look like her…
I don’t know. But my parents enjoyed
Her movies. You were so lucky to live
In a time with so much variety and music.
It is not like that now. People talk, dream,
Theorize. It’s very boring.
I have two cats, Jojo and Romeo…
I think they’re smarter. I believe what
You wrote about cat’s eyes…I know they
Can see things that people can’t.
Am I making any sense? I
Do ramble when I write.”
He put the paper down, which informed
Me he was done, at least with the piece of the letter.

Ceres met his eyes with frustration.
“And the point of that was?”

He gestured to the notebook. “For them to
Draw a few conclusions.”

“From what?” Ceres asked boldly. “The great
Thinkers of Earth? Really Varence, you
Should have simply tossed
Them a few balls.”

I laughed.
Varence folded the piece of paper and tucked
It away in his pocket. “I wanted them to
Hear it.”

Ceres eyed him heavily. “The manner of
Faith that you give…is far too generous.”

“But how did you get that?” I asked.
“What was the date? So little survived?”

Varence just stood there tall and
Mysteriously elusive; was he ever not?
“The point is NOT those details…but
That THEY survived, that no matter
What comes…They will survive.”

“How kind of you to state
It that way.” Ceres groaned. “May we

“Of course,” he said, constantly smiling
Now. “But I do have other letters that I

“Stole.” Ceres corrected. “Letters that you

He frowned, ignoring her words. “And now, you
Said you wanted to continue?”

“By all the graces,” Ceres rolled her eyes. “Finally.
Must you always complicate things so?”

“Ceres,” he seemed to whine; “You said this
Was your mission…I just thought I would
Add a…little interest of my own.”

She scowled at him. “Of course you would. Should
I be surprised any less?” She shook her head and
Focused on me. “Regardless…the point…is that
We need to finish this with a brief trip…
To the future…”

“3126…” I replied. “Last time you said 3126?
But how?”

“Of course that is but this part’s conclusion…
The next step, the conclusion of what
You are writing as the Thunders,” he said
Very seriously, “will be…a bit harder
Than anything so far on you.”

“What?” I asked…They had never mentioned
That before!

“Wonderful, Varence!” Ceres exclaimed. “Do
You wish to add anymore irritation?”

He only smiled…smiled with wide eyes. I
Could have spit.

She turned to me. “I need you, Bill, to focus.
Listen to me, my words carefully…to guide
You…This next part is far more simpler
Than you think…”


“Remember your dreams,” she said
Calmly, in a warm melodious tone, “Where
They’ve taken you…What you’ve seen…
What you’ve felt…Focus on your feelings.”


“Let it come…” She said, as a strange
Sensation took over my head… “Look at us
Now, we’re here with you…The three of us…
Now see us standing outside in your yard…
Don’t think, just see it…The house, the
Pine and oak trees…The daily chores you
Had…the routine…We’re with you, take us
With you…The chores…to the backyard…
The chicken house…”

“The chicken house?” I repeated.

Her eyes were low and serious…sparkling…
Focused…intense yet soothing, commanding…

“10 years ago…You saw it…felt it, lived it…
Take us there…”

“A typical night asleep…as usual you’re
Dreaming of your daily chores…very typical,
Very normal…and then it comes…The
Mind storm, that without warning swarms
Within you…The box opens…The light
Commands and calls what must be…”

I’m standing in the pen…for the animals…
The birds…The chickens, the turkeys, ducks,
Geese, the pigeons…
But Ceres is there, Varence is there…
That part is new…
The wooden pens, the houses, the fence…
The trees…The wind blows…harder and harder…
The trees sway…but the sense of things,
The chores are gone…silence…The animals
Are gone…It’s the wind, the wind blows…
Gusts…Nothing is moving but the trees
And wind…And time…Time is speeding up…
I’m standing with them and the wind…
But it’s like I’m in some kind of bubble.
The wind blows harder…The trees begin
To snap…torn from the ground…They disappear…
Panic…Time keeps moving…faster and faster…
I remember now…
The landscape changes…The trees are gone,
The house is gone, the neighborhood is gone…
An immense tide washes things away
Then recedes…The powerful wave returns
To blasting wind…As far as I can see
Emptiness…just sand…not fertile ground,
But something like an endless sandy
Beach, but with no dunes or water in sight.
And snow…
“Where did everything go?” I asked them.

“Keep moving.” Ceres said calmly, that tone of hers,
“Keep going…”

It just goes on and on…The sandscape, the wind…
The sand blasting wind…And snow…
The sky above racing by with clouds,
White thunderheads; blue sky, gray sky, snow…
Overcast…night, the stars, night day night day
Over and over…racing forever…and snow…
That panicky feeling…I’m not here
I’m not anywhere…It’s all gone. All of it…
My mind, something inside my head pushes
Forward…You have to see this now, have to see
Have to know. Tell me tell the light.
Show me things, show everyone…
A thousand years from now the woman
Told me once…a thousand years…

No trees for a thousand years? Only sand?
Where did everyone go? What happened?
Tell me! The snow…

Endless blasting wind and rolling skies…
Night-day night day…The stars…
Guiding me…Guided by a light no will to
Command…The light wills it, and the eyes
And senses obey…Tell me…what I need
To know…now…
Then it slows down…In the distance of the snow,
Sandy sea…commotion, activity…by land and
Sky…I watch as this colossal structure
Rises…Blocky…Towers rise…Stretching
The distance…there is no more emptiness…
Only these towers…A city rises! A city built!
Huge, it aims for the sky…rows of towers…
Woven into with and by swirls of metal.
What is that? Like no city I have ever seen!
Unlike any movie! It’s gray and cold
Looking but bustling with life…activity…
There are many people there!
Then the city is complete and by night
Flashes of day and night…The lights of the city
Flicker off and on…Activity…a city so
Alive with life…I have to see more…

Pressing forward, by will the senses see…
And then I’m there, standing there so
Close to it…A rocky sandy landscape
Surrounding this great city…closer and closer
Moving with them, Ceres and Varence…
To the edges of the city where vehicles I
Cannot quite understand? They move
On the ground like cars…then rise like
Small passenger planes to the sky…
Moving closer…Are they cars?
Some kind of miniature passenger shuttles?
Go on, go forward. I have to see…
This place, this city?
Then we’re standing in the street…between
The buildings…no one sees us…
I look up, Ceres and Varence are
Noting everything I see and feel…
This is a journey for them…
I look up…between the buildings the
Most amazing view! The blue sky…
Trees among the buildings…some kind
Of thick metal braces connect the towers…
There are platforms above…supported…
I have to see…
Instantly I’m there…There’s so much activity!
A massive building…
Everywhere people…racing. So alive!
We’re standing there watching…near one
Of the platforms…it’s huge? But how?
Suspended by some fantastic construction
I see it now…like some park
Held in the sky between the buildings…How?!
Trees in this park in the sky?
I could see the people…handsome…
We move along…I take them there…

We go to the nearest buildings.
We’re there. It’s there! The future…
But this building you can’t imagine…
Up high to the building we go. Above everything…
The passersby, street-side, sky-side,
The new, it’s like a department store!
Like walking through the city streets, stores,
Businesses, large glass windows…
People keep passing by, do they see me?
I can’t tell…
But Ceres and Varence watch everything…
They’re studying my reactions…

I stop in front of what seems like a giant store…
A huge glass window…Inside, the whole
Display is of white, only white, all white
Sneakers? No brand names, just simple plain
Sneakers? I notice now everyone is wearing
Them…like some fad, from the past…
And many people, the children, all of them
Are wearing the same blue jeans…
Boring blue jeans…a style of our today,
Their past. What the heck?
No labels, just simple blue jeans and
White sneakers…Brand names mean nothing
To them…Nike, Champion, K-Swiss,
Lee jeans, Levis, etc…
These people, it’s the fad, to wear some
Style from the past…How? Why?

Varence just smiles. “It’s very interesting,
Don’t you think?”

But I can’t understand, “Why is everyone
Wearing this stuff? This huge city, of the
Future…and they are all wearing blue jeans
And sneakers? I had to just laugh.
I mean, it’s ridiculous.”

Ceres nodded to the right…The huge wide
Open…it’s hard to describe, it looks like
A small park…shrubs, trees, even grass…
But it’s suspended high in the air between
The buildings…maybe twenty stories high or
More? No higher…Maybe 40 stories…
How could it support the weight?

I walk over to the entrance…There is railing,
Old style park benches…and at the very
Front of the entrance…a huge…memorial
Plaque…I stand beside them and start
To read it…my eyes are popping…
What is says…It can’t be, it doesn’t
Make sense…A memorial park…it has
My name on it…I keep looking at Ceres
And Varence, then the people and children…
We walk inside a little…
There is what looks like…a petting zoo?
They have chickens…goats…pigeons…
There’s a plaque about the chickens…
Describing the chickens as my favorite breed?
But they don’t look like any chickens
I remember…fluffy and gray, pale gray…

What the heck is this?
Varence just nods and laughs…
“Why is that for me?” I ask…

What does he do…He pulls out another
Folded piece of paper from his pocket, opens it
And starts to read it…

“In the days following the great unrest…”
Varence says in the strangest voice, some
Attempt at imitating an aristocratic
British accent, “Mankind has forged itself
A new beginning once again…Following in
The footsteps of our ancestors we move ahead
To build a better future learning from our
Forefathers past mistakes…”

Ceres groans, rolls her eyes, “What are you
Doing?” She snaps at him.

“I’m reading this letter.” He says…

“Please stop. You sound ridiculous!” She
Winces as though his voice burns her ears, then
Grabs the paper from his hands and
Reviews it…

“I wanted to read that to him.” Varence
Insisted, holding out his hand for her to
Return it.

“I think not!” She snapped…She starts reading
It very fast out loud, “Nonsense. Nonsense…
More gibberish…Oh this is quite funny…
Written by a scholar?” She says, her eyebrows
Arching humorously. “A professor wrote this?
How typical…too wordy…blah blah…Ah!
Here’s something… ‘With regards to the
Matter of time and destiny…The rudimentary
Understanding of the future is that we
As individuals shape our own lives by the
Choices we make…If we continue to assume
The fate of our future lies within the realms
Of stories told long ago, then our fates are
But imprisoned by the words written then…
And we are doomed to repeat the mistakes
Written in the past if we cannot stand for
Ourselves and make wiser decisions to shape
Our future…Professor of Historical Sciences, Arthur Hill,
The Academy of New York…3122…” She
Slams down the paper… “There was that
So difficult?”

“I cannot believe you just recited that closing
Part.” Varence said regarding the credited author
And date of the letter…

“March 22nd, 3122?” Ceres laughed, then tore the
Paper to pieces and smiled.

Varence’s jaw dropped. “That was his speech!
I had to return that!”

Ceres further shredded the letter to bits and
Tossed them. “I am sure the world will be
Grateful to miss it. Let him write another.”

“Ceres!” Varence snapped. “Would you please
STOP judging and executing actions on our
Behalf…I had good reason…”

“Oh I am sure you did.” She scowled at
Him. “As did I.”

As I stood with them in this…place…
Some recollection of a dream I had…
This place…I studied everything…

They read my mind…again.
“It is not made up,” Varence told me flat.
“You really did visit there…You were taken

“Why?” I asked. “What for? I don’t
Understand these letters…This place…That
Memorial plaque…For me? What for?
The Dear Valiant letter…Annette Funicello?
That was not my time! It makes no sense!”

“No,” Varence said with a calm face, “It
Makes perfect sense.”

Ceres, very calmly nodded in agreement. “I
Am amazed to say this…but it does.” She
Then nodded to the building behind us on
The far side…for me to look… “Look at that, go.”

I walked over, they followed.
On the side of the building was…This giant
Architectural schematic…of the entire city…
It was carved, etched…relief lettering…
I studied it…not really understanding why…
But it was a fantastic designed city…
It said it was…impervious to earthquakes…
To weather…even tsunamis? 2599…a date?
Designed or constructed?

“Study it carefully.” Varence said with a
Mysterious tone…

I kept studying the towers…the layout…
The arches and braces…the platforms…
The swirling lines of these that
Interlocked the buildings…fortifying them…

“Now he sees it!” Varence exclaimed.

“The lines,” I said, “Like in my paintings?”

“Precisely.” He grinned. “Exactly.”

“You’re telling me, that I influenced this?
It’s construction?” I asked. “How?”

Ceres touched my shoulder, then made a gentle
Gesture waving her hand around us. “Look…look
Around you…Tell me what you see…Do you see it?
Don’t think…Feel…Sense it…What do you see,
What do you notice?”

I scanned everything…confused. OK, it was a
Brilliantly designed city, like nothing I had
Ever seen or thought of…I definitely
Never drew it, I’m terrible at drawing
These things, objects…cars, planes, buildings,
Inanimate objects…They bore me to death…
“I can’t draw a city?”

“See beyond that.” She said.

I thought hard…OK OK…Feel it…Senses…
What was different than the cities I knew?
This really sucked!

They chuckled at my frustration. “Just relax,”
Varence said… “It will come to you…”

Ceres smiled. “You’re good at reading signs.”

Signs! The signs…There were lights…Lit signs…
Nothing was digital! I looked at the people…
No one held any devices at all…No scary
Cell phone obsessed, IPad obsessed persons
Walking blindly about glued to some device.
“I see no computer devices of any kind!”

“Exactly!” Varence said.

“A future with no computers? No
Cell phones or anything like that?” I asked.
“How is that possible?”

“The first letter I read you,” Varence said,
“A simple girl…25 years old…living at
Home contently…with her parents and two
Older brothers…innocently…no complaints…
Indulging in writing a soft, delicate diary
Type letter…actually it was from her diary…”

“That was some big piece of paper!” I said.

He gestured with open arms. “This…was,
Is her time…This is where I took it
From her…3126.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“People write letters in 3126?” I asked.

Ceres smiled… “Lots of people write letters…
And not all the people you see here
Are from…Earth.”

“What?” I nearly screamed. “What?!”

Varence then took the calm cool lead…
Smiling…It was almost annoying if I
Wasn’t so shocked… “Now listen to me,”
He said, pointing to the notebook…I was
Writing and seeing all this? “Write this
Down…Tell them…Now I am speaking
To you…and to them…My words to
Their eyes and ears…They want my
Contact, this is…” He waved, Ceres waved,
Then he continued… “We share these
Stories with you for good reason. You write
Them down…Now listen, listen carefully…
Think…Think about what I am telling
You…Any fool can doubt and ridicule words,
Especially when they do not want to hear it.
So this time I am telling you, not asking…

“You live in a digital world…Made so
Convenient…by computers…indulgent
Entertainment and communication…
Oh the masses so embrace new
Technology! Children play wargames
On computers…Insanity! Numbly
The masses are addicted to this
Digital convenience…

“Remember our discussions of the Empire
And the slave mind?
Simple, primal…Work, eat, sleep…
Indulge, self-satisfaction…

“What did you do yesterday? The day before?
The day before that? How far does your
Memory go? How involved, dependent is
Your life on the digital machine?

“Now I speak plainly…No riddles…No
Games…For years your world has surrendered
It’s dependence to the digital scheme…
The plot…
Converting all your recorded knowledge
To machines…Your entire history…
Letter writing? Is nearly gone…
Do you understand what I am saying now?
HA! Because if you do…Think…

“Because when the disaster comes…
In a future not too far from the present
You know…Every computer, cell phone,
All of your digital data…
Your entire history…will be erased…

“Confused and dependent, craziness will
Descend…Where upon another calamity
Shall consume the world plunging it
Into an age of darkness…”

I was horrified. “But isn’t your technology

“We are not dependent on it.” Ceres insisted.
“Everything is always rendered physically
Also. And mental abilities are primary…
We do not learn with computers. We
Learn by experience. That is how it is
Done…by all advanced races.”

“Digitally dependent races always fail.”
Varence said. “Always.”

“It is another plot of the Empire to weaken
A world for dependence, enslavement.”
Ceres said. “To make them lazy with
Digital dependence. All they do is sit there…
Push a button…Search scheme plot play
Indulge…Foolishly thinking they master
It all so well…And then they take it
Away from them…”

“And the world crumbles so fast…”
Varence laughed… “So fast, hard and
Easily that it is ridiculous.”

Ceres then became a bit cryptic… “Long
Ago the conquerors came…in great
Cubes…Then pyramid type ships…and
Now…spheres…ball-like vessels…”

“The digital age is upon you, my friend.”
Varence said. “And with it…the descent…
The fail you cannot fight alone…That
Is why I have been telling you for
Years…get off the computer…spend less
Time on it…Those dependent on it will
Succumb to the insanity…It’s already
Happening…it’s already begun…”

Ceres agreed. “And they will argue this
To no end…Not me, not I…”

Varence leaned into me. “That is what
The wise Ascended Master was trying to tell you…
Write it down…That is how it comes…
Through the mind…From the mind…
Down the arm, the hands, the fingers, the pen
Onto the paper…Write it down…”

Ceres nodded to me as they stood together
For the first time in solidarity talking,
Agreeing together… “Do you see?”

Varence arched his brow. “Some know
This very well already. It has been taught
To them through careful instruction by
Their own…personal…counsel.” He waved
With a smile to the notebook. “Hello Mary Ann,
Hello Jillian…” He winked. “Keep writing
Now…Write it down…They know this
Now…they understand…”

“Oh you just had to say that.” Ceres rolled
Her eyes. “Shock them why don’t you.”

“By parts played in steadfast motion,” Varence
Mysteriously went on… “The words imparted
To weave a story their minds, your mind,
Cannot grasp…but must write down…
Must…Why? Because that is how we
Work…The Watchers, the Star Visitors…
The Ambassadors of Other Worlds…” He
Turned to Ceres to validation. “The Good ones
That is…”

“Correct.” Ceres agreed.

“To share these stories that inspire.” He
Laughed. “Oh but some will say and
Argue…How creative, how made up. They
Are not made up. They are true…

“But they must be told carefully…
Very carefully…And only certain minds
Can grasp this…And they must then
Be printed…Shared with the world…
Published as you would call it…put them
In books…Share them with as many
People as you can…Stories, stories that
Teach…that you learn…that you
Can feel…and remember.”

“I’m doing what you told me, I’m putting,
Having the Bell Tolls published into
A book though.” I said. “What else can I
Do? They’re just stories…”

“They’re more than just stories.” Ceres said
Seriously… “Why do you think this brash,
Irritating age old boy ripped open your
Hidden memories to write them down?”

“To embarrass me.” I groaned. “To get
On my nerves!”

Ceres laughed loudly. “I love the way he thinks!”

Varence curled his lip and winced uncomfortably.
“I apologize…But it was necessary…
And you will probably…hate me for this,
But there is more that I will need you
To share…and write down soon as well.”

“How much more?” I was getting angry.


“How much?!” I asked…OK, yelled.

Now Ceres was scowling. “Yes Varence. How
Much more?”

“You did as I requested,” he said very, very
Cautiously. “You told…your…little secret…
To someone…carefully selected…Just enough?”

“You know I did!”

“I will need you to find a few more to share
It with.” He said slowly.

“Is this a game to you or something?” I snapped.
“If what you said is true and someone
Did…eavesdrop on that confession…then
They know…They will hunt me down!”

Ceres signed as though it were nothing. “Oh no
Need to worry about that…Rana and Vala
Eavesdrop on all your conversations and such…
If someone threatening gets in the way they
Will crush them or toss them across a
Continent safely away…Unless one of them
Is seriously aggravated…in which case
One or the other will mangle their brains
With delusions…or shred their minds and
Anyone involved…”

Varence laughed. “True…No one makes
Vala angry or Rana…You know what
Happened to that doctor.”

“When Vala wants something to happen,”
Ceres said. “It happens…If only you knew
Of the assaults she has already intercepted.
Ha! Those…Those were quite amusing.”

“And there is no magic on Earth that
Exists to rival hers.” Varence attested.

“Do I have any choice at all?” I asked,
It sure felt certain they had it all
Played out so well.

“It feels like some twisted version of
The Wizard of Oz!” I said.

“What’s that?” Ceres asked.

“It’s a movie.” Varence told her. “Remember,
Their rendition of theater?”

“Those ape movies?” Ceres asked.

“No, no,” Varence explained. “This
Is different. There are thousands of different
Kinds…Although I do believe this one he
Is referring to has…Flying monkeys.”

“Flying monkeys?” Ceres exclaimed.

“Yes.” He said.

“Monkeys that fly?” She asked with
A peculiar wide-eyed expression…
“Balls and monkeys are a popular theme
With them, aren’t they?”

He groaned.

“Do the Flying monkeys play with Balls too?”
She asked. “Do they utter prophetic words
Of wisdom? Do the balls sprout wings
And people chase them with flying sticks?
Uttering some winsome magical words as
Well…or do they simply just bellow
Unto some gigantic ape and stomp
About in wanton carnage terrorizing
Cities in beastly nonsense?”

A moment of profound silence…when
Ceres spat our words…Boy, did she
Toss them out with amazement.

Varence couldn’t even find a word to respond.

“Do not even look at me that way!” Ceres
Shook her head. “Do not say it!”

“Alright.” Varence said wide-eyed. “I will
Not say it…Bill?”

I had to. “There are movies like that too.”

Her mouth fell open, eyes popping. “But of
Course they do!”

I wanted to laugh so hard.

“What’s next,” she said with disgust, “Do
They have movies where they chase each
Other around with axes, knives, weapons
Of death for terror or pleasure?”

Varence held out his hands flat. “We
Need to stop the direction this is going now…”

“Oh my Heavens!” She shouted. “They do,
Don’t they?! Like those awful blood
Sucking leeching movies! No wonder this
Planet fell apart…Look what entertains them!”

Varence held the silence for a generous
While as Ceres breathed hard…waiting for
Her to calm down…Then he withdrew
Another piece of paper and opened it…
“Now…Let me just read this…”

“Not another letter!” Ceres said. “Not
That again!”

“Please.” Varence replied calmly…His
Insisting meaning… “Let me…Please.”

“Oh alright.” She agreed. “Read it.”

He looked at me very calmly…waiting for
Me to listen…as he hoped… “Dear Valiant,
You don’t know me…Maybe you never
Will. I’ve read your books…over and over…
And not just because there’s nothing
Else to do in these long winters…I’m sitting
By the window watching it snow…June 1st…
And it’s still snowing. Will spring or summer
Ever come? I read in an ancient almanac
That it was nearly summer in Maryland by
June 1st, is that true? Snow, snow, snow.
At least I have my books…And when I
Have paper I write things down…like
You said…It does help. It does. I still wish
I knew you, or had the chance. I know
It’s crazy for a 31 year old guy to say
That but friends are hard to come by
These days. All I have are my favorite
Things. My dog Moxt. My books…And this
Magazine with an article about you. Before
You disappeared. That picture…The faded
Print of the article. The last picture of
Valiant, seen with these two mysterious
Companions…A beautiful blond woman…And
A tall, dark handsome stranger…Ceres and
Varence? Were they real? If you can hear
Me through this, my writing…Valiant, Ceres,
Varence…Could you talk to me please? Could
You please help me? Signed…George.”

“Oh my God!” I said.

Just then…a tall, familiar, beautiful dark
Haired woman appeared through the crowd…
It was Ceres’s sister…Venus. She came
Closer and the entire setting of the
City faded away…The next thing I
Knew I was sitting in the captain’s
Chair in the circle of light.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Venus smiled. “But
It was time. He has to finish now.”

“It’s done then?” Ceres asked.

“Yes.” Venus answered. “Vala has selected
And set the specimen to seed…1970…Hollis
Was born again…An Adam
Again walks the Earth.”

“The time bubble should be collapsing then.”
Ceres said.

“It is.” Venus told her. “It’s begun. You
Should let him rest now.”

“One last thing before you go this time…”
Varence smiled at me…his eyes even
Appeared to smile… “I would like
To offer you…them…one little thing…
Take it as you wish…Perhaps it
Means nothing…and yet maybe…it does.”

“Just say it Varence!” Ceres was about to
Scream at him.

His eyes beamed, looked upwards and all
Around…That smile of his… “There was
Once a great kKng…of great wealth…
That ruled a land before a terrible
Calamity came…during a time of great
Unrest…This King built a Great Castle…
A Dynasty for his Queen…A Queen so fair,
She won the hearts and was beloved by
Many people…of many lands…Her name…
Was Melania…That’s what history said…
Take that as you wish…Sleep well…”

PS: my artwork: Ceres and Venus

Footnote: The great King Markan, Ceres Father…had 7 wives, who were also sisters.
This King fathered 25 children: 9 girls, 16 boys. One of whom was Ceres.
One of the 7 sisters was named Melania! And no, she was not Ceres Mother.
The Seven Sisters, aka: The Pleiades, which can be located in the night sky in the shoulder of Taurus, the Bull, which is to the right of Orion, the Hunter.
Taurus’ astrological date is from 4/20 to 5/20 I believe.
You can fill in the rest….
Lida, Valiant’s Mom




  1. A picture so…fascinating….

    Horloge astronomique intérieure dans le choeur de la cathédrale de Chartres – Eure-et-Loir Image du jour le 13 novembre 2012 sur fr.wikipedia

  2. An addendum here….Something important that I’ve thought to share the last days, but missed when leaving the last comment. There were in fact waves affecting (rather paralyzing) my mind, blocking my thought when writing the last comment, I hence could not go on.

    This is something having to do with “reading,” “making sense”, even personal “interpretation.” All feel like the various sense”S” when watching drama at different timing, different age, after having more knowledge and experiences.

    Owing to any kind of personal limit, whatever cultural, that of age, gender, experience, etc., without saying that kind of mind control effects, READING in different timing and context, all would just feel so different.

    For I was just suffering the very self-reproaches which chopped up my mind so, I learned not to judge that simply between right and wrong, whatever my own sense about myself or all that I can be aware of, but take time to TASTE attentively and patiently. Pity that as times runs much more faster, I cannot but select.

    For making this comment short, again, I would like to address my highest appreciation for all who are pouring the energy, water, love, blessings here, as you all are helping me enrich my knowledge in an incredible way. Your selection of info, knowledge, stories, perspectives, senses, feelings, understanding, discoveries, etc. are just upgrading this being in such an incredible way.

    I was just led to this this morning, though still didn’t listen to yet, feel already so resonated and synergized, for the title is speaking all…

    Pls take care, all the beloved ones, the sweet TRIBE❤

    Pensée by Sophie Busson

  3. How hard the last days are, even could not be worse to me. Thanks to a series of HANDS from the precious ONEs, the divine guidance via our super precious ALCHEMIST, all the sharing upstairs, I’m brought back and encouraged to speak….

    In this climax of astronomical effects, along with dark interference, I can imagine how hard to all the beloved ones as well.

    The last days, all those haunted me in fact mostly have to do with the very grief, regret, even despair for all the faults that I’ve caused. It feels so awful that nothing I did is correct. Worse that any fault can affect others as well. I hence don’t believe myself any more, and lose all strength to take any step. At the same time, I felt myself being wrapped by some kind of very dense energy cocoon which almost hindered all kinds of connection.

    Searching the very outlet to get out of the very hell, I was led to watch a drama that a very close friend of mine is so crazy for. Besides, it is indeed full of the codes/ symbols which have interested, even haunted me almost all my life. Honestly, without the very pain and desperation, I would still not dare to spend time watching it. In spite of the very violence, honestly, what inspires and comforts me the most is the very humanitarian flames and the comprehensible humanitarian difficulties/defects.

    Being a spectator, what I saw there is a series of choices among which there are some or most looking rather silly (just like what I’ve done), owing to some value-insistency. Me, worse than that, even due to my laziness, or ignorance. Honestly, all those silly-like choices made by those personages in this drama on the contrary look adorable, even soothing to me…just because they look almost like mirroring my behaviors in regards of hesitation or making decision. Being a 3D human being, getting involved in the very events, circumstances, each individual inevitably has her/his very limit of sense. How clever, acute, well calculating in advance are we, we just could never know what the outcome would be, for there are still some many unexpected/ unknown factors which might get involved in as well, without saying those beyond 3D [though I realize there are one(s) who can see beyond the limit of time-line, and need to learn how to sufficiently get the very guidance].

    Something incredible lies in when watching it, I somehow feel being taught or reminded that I/we can make the very alchemy, bringing the very similar miracles in some similar sense. I once heard something like “None can survive alone, but needs other’s help” from it. For I’m used to feel helpless, though all my life I in fact have benefited from so much help…these very words sound like a very remedy for me, particularly at the very key moment. Then I do sense in a more and more distinct way the assistance, company, guidance by those non-physical benevolent beings…among them there are ones who feel so intimate, just like family.

    Obviously, lives/stories in fictions, films look more dramatic than our 3D life. The looking-like impasse occurs all the times in these intriguing dramas, but every time, would be the very turning point or chance to cross into a new realm. Quite ironically, it seems thanks on the contrary to the very impasses, the drama can look interesting, even hang us more on, lure us to partake in the very story, to have further exploration in the next unexpected turning point, miracles. Generally, those unexpected coming stories will have the new comers taking part in, forming the new chapter.

    Here, I anyhow have to thank Dave for this tireless guidance, even tutor-like teaching….So incredible just as always for the countless synchronicity. I would like to quote here the very two sentences from this book, which point out the very problems of mine :
    [every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message]
    [Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World]

    Here, would like to thank for Suzanne’s long sharing….these words along with that film are all so inspiring and healing….I would like to quote here as well the very elixir for me here…

    [We are always looking back to the PAST because something within us calls us to find that KEY! Once that unlocks our memory fully, then we will never have to look back, because it will all be a part of us, who we are, what we have learned, what we will never repeat. Imagine having a passion for a particular Plant or animal one which you wish to study fully. Its origins, vibration, the connection it has to the fullness of life, imagine this taking you on a journey to another place, planet,time. Instead of allowing our negative emotions to rule why not find what brings balance to our emotions. Light can not exist without the dark, just as good can not exist without the bad. ]

    This is inspiring me again that if we have ever been the ones in the tribe, each individual of us was sent or sowed in various kinds of corners/lands/circumstances on earth, with some specific shell/vessel/identity to taste, to experience to learn. In this regard, if this is the very timing for us to merge back into ONE in some specific sense, we the ones hence get somehow prompted to speak more and more here, sharing from each corner ?!

    Here, would like to thank again for Dave’s encouraging on communicating with the very ONE WHITHIN. I won’t forget this trying and exercise, but would like to share this sense of a apprentice as well for that all thanks to all your sharing, these DIALOGUEs hence help enlarge or fill this recipient in a very incredible way with knowledge, specific linguistic sense tied with cultures, senses upgraded with the very individual experiences.

    Sorry for that in the coming season(s), I might be rather in absence owing to some new circumstances. I do need your blessings and will try to overcome the very difficulties, and keeping my eyes with your footprints.

    The 1st melody below once caught my heart…., which seem resonated with the very subjects, north, fire, ice, wind….

    Thank you all the beloved ones. HUGS SWEET TRIBE❤❤❤

  4. Have to bring here 2 quotes from the beautiful book Dave mentioned, The Alchemist.
    ..”The boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it’s all written there.”

    And, well, me and the desert 🙂 That will always trigger something 🙂

    “No matter how many detours and adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compass point. Once obstacles were overcome, it returned to its course, sighting on a star that indicated the location of the oasis.”

    Thank you Dave. Hugs Tribe ❤

  5. We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it’s our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.


    The boy noted that there was a sense of fear in the air, even though no one said anything. Once again he was experiencing the language without words…the universal language. The Englishman asked if they were in danger. Once you get into the desert, there’s no going back,said the camel driver. and, when you can’t go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward. The rest is up to Allah, including the danger.

  6. From the book THE ALCHEMIST

    When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

    Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” “Every second of the search is an encounter with God,” the boy told his heart. “When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I’ve known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I’ve discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve.” So his heart was quiet for an entire afternoon. That night, the boy slept deeply, and, when he awoke, his heart began to tell him things that came from the Soul of the World. It said that all people who are happy have God within them. And that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the alchemist had said. Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it. “Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,” his heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer whant to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them – the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place. “So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts.” “why don’t people’s hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams?” the boy asked the alchemist. “Because that’s what makes the heart suffer most, and hearts don’t like to suffer.” From then on, the boy understood his heart. He asked it, please, never stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message. That night, he told all of this to the alchemist. And the alchemist understood that the boy’s heart had returned to the Soul of the World. “So what should I do now?” the boy asked.

    This is why alchemy exists, the boy said. So that everyone will search for his treasure, find it, and then want to be better than he was in his former life. Lead will play its role until the world has no further need for lead; and then lead will have to turn itself to gold. That’s what alchemists do. They show that, when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too. Well, why did you say that I don’t know about love? the sun asked the boy. Because it’s not love to be static like the desert, nor is it love to roam the world like the wind. And it’s not love to see everything from a distance, like you do. Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World. When I first reached through to it, I thought the Soul of the World was perfect. But later, I could see that it was like other aspects of creation, and had its own passions and wars. It is we who nourish the Soul of the World, and the world we live in with be either better or worse, depending on whether we become better or worse. And that’s where the power of love comes in. Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.


    • Dave…thank you for reconnecting me with The Alchemist. LOVED that book and was deeply inspired by it. Great reminder and good start to shake off this dust that’s been collecting on my wings.

      I lifted my vibration.

      Also, I was thinking about dreamwalker’ comment above..”KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED.”

      Just wanted to add that WE ARE LOVE.

  7. Associate these together as they are all one in the same.
    Bangkok as described previously–the Holodeck as in star wars __Neo Vs. Morpheus from the matrix clip and of course the beautiful mind series where EVERYTHING originates.
    From Bangkok video__One night in Bangkok makes a hard man HUMBLE____Not much between despair and ecstasy Play at this level-There’s no ordinary VENUE
    As the one within walks the line . Relate to music video below for a better understanding .

  8. Thank you Bill and Lida you always make me ponder this lifetime and what is happening around me daily.
    As i read the first letter i could almost see sense her sitting there wistfully dreaming about a time long ago. We have all been here felt a pull to another time line, one that looks so much easier or more exciting than the one we are currently living in. I have been thinking about this post a lot over the last few days. I have to admit Ceres i feel a deep connection to your words for i too have often wondered what minds think up such violent and horrific stories that some of humanity are drawn too, have a thirst for, so much so that they make a movie or television series which they then beam to every household via television, computer, cell phone or movie screen.Then there are the products of the industrial revolution which in essence were to make life easier, have they really? for every one of these so called great inventions along came two negative effects, cause and effect was never fully looked at before they were mass producing. The second letter pulled my heart for there is nothing like that feeling of being alone in a world that does not understand you, a world that is more focused on themselves than on each other as a whole. We are always looking back to the past because something within us calls us to find that Key! The one that unlocks our memory fully, then we will never have to look back because it will all be a part of us, who we are, what we have learnt, what we will never repeat. Imagine having a passion for a particular Plant or animal one which you wish to study fully. Its origins, vibration, the connection it has to the fullness of life, imagine this taking you on a journey to another place, planet,time. Instead of allowing our negative emotions to rule why not find what brings balance to our emotions. Light can not exist without the dark, just as good can not exist without the bad. It is about finding that balance just as that fine line between sane and insane. It is there all we have to do is see,sense and feel it. The following appeared as i looked for something, a song a clip. I am not sure how you guys find such wonderful songs ❤ ❤

    • Such true words, Suzanne 🙂 Balance, and passion, always a generous sprinkle of passion.
      What a gem of a movie you shared ! I found it, and will watch with pleasure, thank you !





  10. Good morning Tribe….Happy Lughnasadh/Lammas…Celebration of the First Harvest…I wonder if this would coincide to the Festival of First Fruits mentioned in the Bible…?

    Enjoy the video…it’s a real FOOT STOMPER 😀

  11. Happy Sunday 🙂
    Wanted to post this before, but things got … busy. And now I had to plain restart everything, because the laptop started making crazy noises, and freezing. Good grief, just a song 🙂

    Sequel to this week’s post song

  12. This was triggered by Lida’s footnote. I’ve been researching Seshat and what it meant for a while now. And in the past 2 weeks, the Omega type symbol just keeps popping around, a lot. In various slightly different shaped. Even saw it in a crop circle recently.
    Tried to post this yesterday morning, and it would not. No way. The moment I hit post comment, the whole page went blank, and said “sorry, you cannot post, blabla”

    Seshat, one of the lesser known characters of ancient Egypt, was the bearer of knowledge (along with Toth), recorder or history, guide to the pharaoh, and also measured… time.
    Her distinctive emblem was a seven pointed star, above which stands a BULL’s horns. Downwards pointing.
    Which seems to have become also the uppecase OMEGA letter. Used in a lot of symbology, including chemistry, astronomy, and … genetics.

    • You know Brianna, that upside down bull horns look like 2 snakes facing each other, similar to asklepios… DNA… the symbol for medicine…oroboros

      From a post on yahoo:

      The Ouroboros has been spotted in a number of ancient cultures. It is typically represented by a snake eating it’s tail. However, the snake has also been replaced by the lion and dragon. It represents the circle of life/cyclical pattern of life.

      Regarding Egypt specifically, it likely was used at some point to denote a follower of a specific deity. To quote the Wikipedia article :
      “In Ancient Egypt, where the earliest written cultural records exist, the serpent appears from the beginning to the end of their mythology. Ra and Atum (“he who completes or perfects”) became the same god, Atum, the “counter-Ra,” was associated with earth animals, including the serpent: Nehebkau (“he who harnesses the souls”) was the two headed serpent deity who guarded the entrance to the underworld. He is often seen as the son of the snake goddess Renenutet. She often was confused with (and later was absorbed by) their primal snake goddess Wadjet, the Egyptian cobra, who from the earliest of records was the patron and protector of the country, all other deities, and the pharaohs. Hers is the first known oracle. She was depicted as the crown of Egypt, entwined around the staff of papyrus and the pole that indicated the status of all other deities, as well as having the all-seeing eye of wisdom and vengeance. She never lost her position in the Egyptian pantheon.”

    • so funny how they censor stuff over here… awwwwww ur not allowed to view… not because of censorship silly… no we would never… or would we ? u simply cannot see it because we couldnt agree over here who gets paid money for the music in that clip…

      “unfortunately, this video is not available in your country because it COULD contain music, for which we could not agree on conditions of use with gema”




  14. A little bit of my story here…I have a memory of coming here to Earth with four brothers…we were doing an experiment for our King…something to do with advanced (?) meditation…I’m sure our King was Pleiadian…Markan perhaps? Not sure. We entered here in Mer-Ka-Ba Chariots…but there was a miscalculation perhaps, or some thing unplanned happened. It was night time…this planet…the plant growth was so rampant…very overgrown…and there were things…I sensed hostile E.T.’s, animals, even plants that would have devoured us. Gaia was very conscious and sentient at that time. We ran for a small embankment…the Earth literally opened up for us to help us…The stone of the escape passage pulsed with different colors of light…leading us onward and downward. The next thing I remember was wondering around on the surface, cold, naked, confused, in a terrible state of shock. I don’t know what happened to my brothers. Later…I’m not sure when, I was taken in by a tribe…I was bordering on madness from all that had happened. With my permission, the Medicine Man shut down certain areas in the lower lobes of my brain…placing a barrier in my mind that could not be opened. I lost my past memories, but it was the only way they could help me and keep me from going insane. I began life again, here on Gaia, in a state of amnesia. I remember attending a naming ceremony…it was just before sunrise…the Medicine Man wore an antlered like headband…I remember being on a slope of a mesa, looking up where he stood on the summit. Between the “antlers” I could see Venus appearing s the Morning Star…I believe this is where and when I was given a new name…”Daughter of the Morning”.

    On another note… When I left my former husband, I kept many notebooks, same reasons as posted by VALIANT, in his article above. I had to leave them though…my life was at stake. Funny thing though…when I saw my former husband, his flute had disappeared, and his drum, he said a wolf had been running through his brother’s back yard…and he accused me of having done it all! VARENCE…??? It wasn’t me Tribe, honest! I wasn’t even in the state of Maine when these things happened. It’s so funny looking back…my husband thought that because he new my “new” name (obviously it wasn’t new) and invoked it, it would give him power over me…it may have… but only a little!

  15. Thank you Bill and Lida – hearing about those people in the future… made me tear up…

    I’ve had my suspicions that the time bubble is something that may be happening to people in different ways. “We” are experiencing the “real” time (or catching up with it), and having a hard time keeping up with “normal” time, which is what everyone else is experiencing. Like any bubble… financial or otherwise… eventually it will burst…

    Man-o in the world right now things for me are REALLY weird. I’ve been listening to the radio. Whereas normally I would hear one or two songs that might have some relevance to the current moment… well now… THEY ARE ALL RELEVANT. And they’re all pointing to the same thing…

    The radio announcer this morning had to make fun of today as being the day of apocalypse…. I wanted to call in and tell him off… it would have been a funny conversation… 😀 😀 😀

    And that dream about Gandhi… I wasn’t sure of its meaning… but it seems… SIGNIFICANT…

  16. It doesn’t HAVE to be our future…Remember Free Will (\V)…Heretic…the word means “Free Thinker”…all those people burned alive for being Heretics…All in the name of Christianity…Makes me sick! DO NOT let this become our future! Great links and comments tribe…thanks to all <3.

    On a happier note…


    This video is for you Tauno. 😀 ❤

  17. thanks Bill and Lida.
    To steal one of Stefman’s expressions.. still have to wrap my head around this one.
    If the time bubble is starting to collapse, then I hope the future will look much better than tall all white, stacked… I can’t. I really cannot find it beautiful, stacking people up, vertically. Towers that are whole cities.
    That sounds like a future where either the planet is way overpopulated… or still so devastated that only small “islands” of land are habitable, hence the tall towers.

    Hate me, hit me … it’s not the kind of future I’m fighting for.
    I hope it’s only a possible one.
    That we can make much… better. With the help of our friends.

  18. So much going on in the now. Computer glitches, black hawk helicopter fly bys, metaphysical/subdemensional encounters, We are on the cusp of something big very soon. I love all of you, Thank you Bill, Thank you Lida, Thank you Varence, Thank you to the 9 Sisters.

  19. note to my self: “stop incarnating here u idiot”

    im sorry for being so sarcastic… but doesnt that future sound also so docile to u ? a touch of obedient zombie brain that is mixed with a fake british accent in a strange world…

    like from one extreme into another…

    sounds to me like this movie here

    • 100% agree Stefman… what the hell were we thinking!!!!!!!!!!!


      Judy explains the nuts and bolts of “why” we’re here in her latest session:

      Basically, it’s to experience 3D and all it has to offer. Pizza, coffee, sex, beaches, music, ice cream, sunsets, pets, kids, etc… because you can’t get that in other dimensions…

      so get out there and ENJOY yourself already! (not to assume that you’re not :-D)

      Go to the local market and hang out – or hang out with friends – enjoy the scenery and the insanity of it all… we may not have much more “time” to enjoy these things!

      But I also agree with you guys… there are many timelines… we choose which ones to follow… and experience… for me right now, this “here” is a pretty good way to spend some of that “time” ❤ ❤ ❤

        • 😀

          I agree with CERES that what passes for entertainment currently… welllllll……


          Oh yeah I forgot we’re still in Rome… silly me!

          I guess as long as we’re distracted by war and sex we won’t actually spend our time doing something CREATIVE!

          There you go Mary that was almost a rant but I managed to control myself 😉

      • I do agree with these two perspectives in my own reflections. I was reeling a bit with this peering into a future, some potential timeline that was shown, and how it seemed to not have really progressed in essence so much in some ways. There was the “lines”… foundationally within the architecture and such, but where these “lines” really sinking in to the people and making a foundational difference? These “lines” may work on the core of people and help anchor them to their core, the source of all that is, and help them create from that infinite potential, but were they really embracing this? The longing some seemed to express for the variety of things in our time, this crazy place, although understandable, was rough to take in. It just didn’t quite give me the feeling of progress I wanted to see, almost more like a retry reset thing…

        . Then yes, there’s all this that is extremely unique in our present. Only here, in a place so wack and disconnected could you also have people looking for diamonds with all that they are. Creating a million different expressions of a single note within a specific bar of music… you’d never here this kind of musical phrase anywhere else, yet here we have a thousand people exploring that one phrase, that one thing that’s very unique and intense in a certain way.

        There’s joys here that can’t be experienced anywhere else, not even remotely close to similar. It’s been said that many on the outside looking in have tried to use different tech to recreate the experience we have, yet none of that even comes close to touching what it’s like to incarnate in this place and then go! They try but just can’t imagine who we are and why we do what we do, essentially what the experience is like for us. Personally though, even though it seems in my core nature to play, to make fun and represent how different taking of sides are actually just an illusion, I tend to look at this world and life as a place for challenge and growth.

        They say that a true warrior is one who seeks challenge, and looks at challenge as an opportunity for growth. There is no place like this one that holds so many challenges, on so many facets of life and creation. You can experience challenges in relationships and within yourself in soooooooo many varied ways, levels and depth, that it’s just… amazing! It’s like all the opportunity within 1000 lifetimes boiled down to a few days. It’s intense, but god, that intensity holds something profound, lessons, struggles and joys. There’s so much contrast we can experience here, and contrast is a powerful teacher. It makes you pay attention, kind of lighting up the experience/lesson.

        But then, I go back to how TIRED I am of all the silly things… craving more authentic experiences with people. I see so much potential, yet so many just rolling over and falling asleep more often than not. Indulging in mindless entertainment that cater to the most basic, simple and primal physiologically based pleasures that rather just crush all the potential depth of experience we could have here, in this contrast from the rest of creation. I feel connected so strongly to past lives of sorts where I lived more in harmony with nature, and feel that overcoming the desires pressed upon me in this life to build a foundation in harmony with nature like those lives, would be massively powerful and trans-formative for me and all creation. Yet, it’s practically like all effort towards such things are broken down and stopped on a very subtle level, insidiously, with advanced knowledge and technology… I’ve tried so hard, tried to just BE, and DO, instead of trying, attempting to live these dreams of harmony I’ve felt, remembered, yet it’s rough.

        It’s such a paradoxical experience, these two kind of polarities. It’s amazing and aggravating, filled with lessons, challenges, yet on the surface, dull and ridiculous. Profound, and remarkable are words that also come to describe all this. I can understand why many would look at this lifetime and say, wow, wish I could be there, how exciting, but damn! It’s intense! Maybe I just could use more vacations and be a bit less idealistic :3 haha. Tends to be my weakness, aiming to high too fast 😀

        But, it’s a joy, and filled with so much insight, despite all the challenges and suffering I’ve been through. Awesome!

        ❤ Om Shanti

        • You really helped me break down this post…and put what I felt inside to words. Life here is SO HARD. I think by having thoughtful conversations…sharing our perspectives and experiences…really ease the growing “pains”.

          Might as well make the MOST of it, right? It’s always a choice.

          Lots of love

    • That looks good Stefman – The Dude Abides… books! 😉

      Here’s another one from France:

      Makes me wonder which is the lesser of two evils…

      I thought the view of our future portrayed in an episode of Star TreK: TNG was one I could handle – they implied that everyone on earth had a small comfortable house, and the society was able to look after everyone. Overpopulation wasn’t an issue because by that time space travel had made living on earth a choice rather than a necessity.

      Now having said that why am I even saying that since I won’t be around to see it… but perhaps I can think good thoughts for future generations… I know that we all want to know that our great-great-grandkids and grand nieces and nephews will live better lives than we did.

    • I have seen this Movie, living this way would not work on any level as it is control only under another name. I have spent many sleepless hours thinking about living on this Earth where all are valued, all have what they need to live peacefully and in joy. As i allow this to form in my mind i realize the story i create once more follows the ways of parents grandparents teachers communities, control. For humanity to find its footing we have to let go of everything while opening fully to the knowledge that lies within our imagination. What Valient observed with Varence and Ceres were but snap shots. The young women who spoke of boredom also spoke about the People talking, dreaming,Theorizing. She also mentions there are very few records of this time. When you look back at our past there are very few records that tell us the truth about our past.
      Time lines are changing, merging even jumping as we become the creators of this next phase of our evolution. Connections are being made with those off planet by those who are aware that we are and never have been alone. Soon contacts will be made that will no doubt really push our comfort zones but what is life if we do not stand up and take it with arms wide open. The future now wants to contact Valiant, I cannot stop thinking about the King who built a great Castle, where my thoughts on this go make me question who they brought up.

  20. Reblogged this on No Love Lost in Translation. and commented:

    This is why i began to put Pen to page once more. After the Earthquakes of 2010 in New Zealand i realized just how much emphasis people put on computers and cell phones to record their daily lives, run businesses, hospital records etc, which was why i asked those closest to me what would they do if a flare took out every electrical grid world wide. No power to generate anything. Money machines, heating, cooking, transport, cars = computers = fried. Would any of them know how to survive, what skills do they have.

    • Exactly. This is also why I so dislike cities (and I live in one, sadly, still).
      It’s SO unnatural to stack people on top of each other in these cubes called buildings… cut off from earth, not having an inch of earth to plant on. To walk on.

      And outside, you get to walk on asphalt… pure petroleum derived poison. And all you “needs” are grid connected. And so on…

      The real upside I see is this, the fact that this tech also allows us to meet, to discuss, share, learn. That is an immense bright side. For those who use it in this manner.
      Hugs Suzanne 🙂

  21. Vala has selected
    And set the specimen to seed…1970…Hollis
    Was born again…An Adam
    Again walks the Earth.”



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