Valiant: The Thunders…The Watchers Files…Warnings…Abductions…

*SONG* “Show Me Heaven” by Maria McKee

The Circle of Light…
A call sounded, the feeling of urgency being
Pulled in…into the chair, to listen, watch, write.

“You are being summoned, told to listen now,”
A strange New voice seemed to command, a male
Voice that I did not recognize…stern and cold, blunt.
Then I saw him, he was tall, chiseled, strongly built
With wavy blond hair just above his shoulders and a
Fierceness about him. He stood front and center
Before the chair in his pale blue uniform…at the
Center of the circle of light before the assembly…
Before Brishan, the great Lion Man BR’Riel and the
Aquatic humanoid; who seemed absolutely innocent looking
By comparison. “You will listen, and you will write
Down these words with no hesitation by command.”
He said, his eyes firmly on me. “I am Malik,
7th son of the Royal House…I will be standing
Forth to represent the voices of Watchers of other
Worlds…There will be no jest to my words, I am
Not here for friendly words.”

Ceres was beside me, she met his eyes squarely
And fearlessly. “Measure your pace more passively,
Malik, he is not your toy.” A calmer manner
Settled on the arena as Ceres seemed to tone it
Down by confronting him. “This is Malik, our brother,
Bill,” she explained to me, her eyes never leaving
His. “He is Vala’s brother, they share the same
Mother…and as you can see…he has a way
About him.”

“Oh Forgive me, sister, if my ways are not as
Sweet and tender as yours,” Malik said, “But
I do have a voice here. Too much time has
Been wasted, too much at stake. As for the
Matters at hand they must be addressed more
Seriously with concern to time. As this does
Involve many worlds.”

“Where is Varence?” I dared to whisper to her.

“He and Kierista,” Ceres told me carefully,
“Had urgent matters to address…in time.” Her
Eyes seemed to convey her meaning secretly…
Varence and Kierista were going back in time
To visit me earlier in my life…

“He does not need to know that now.” Malik

Ceres was clearly not happy with him. “Do
NOT correct me, brother.”

“The matters at hand, Malik.” Brishan said
With a loud more imposing voice. “Do NOT
Issue orders at him, is that clear? Time is
Sensitive. Remain on course. Speak plainly.”

“Several matters have been addressed so far.”
Malik said firmly as he walked up to me
More closely, but Ceres’s fiery stare held him
To a safe distance. “This will be more direct.”

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked,
Whispered to Ceres.

“No, of course not.” She said. “It’s just his way
Of behaving.”

“Do not ask questions unless you are directed.”
Malik said. “It wastes time.”

“Control your voice, Malik.” Ceres told him
Angrily. “Or this will change fast. I am sure
Rana would not mind assuming your place.”

Immediately Rana appeared, walking strongly
Into the light up to her brother. “Oh Malik
Always did so indulge in his speeches.” She was
As formidable as I remembered, her eyes were sharp
And piercing; her eyelashes could have been blades.
But she looked as beautiful as she did fierce
As she confronted Malik without hesitation. “Is
There a further tone you would wish to take
Or would you rather ask questions from
The flat space of the floor?”

“Things need to be said NOW.” Malik
Said without retreat. “Or are you to wager
More time for Earth’s consideration?”

“Are you asking or TELLING…ME?” Rana
Nearly growled at him through her teeth.

He pointed at me. “Ah I see, this is your pet
Now too? Soft words for the sensitive pet.
As if he is not familiar enough with what
Must be done.”

“Has nothing changed between you?” Brishan
Yelled. “This is not a sibling debate of reasons.
Control yourselves.”

Rana was wide-eyed, she looked as though
She wanted to claw Malik’s eyes out. “You
Speak to me like that again and we will
Require a new representative for the other
Watchers! Pet? Pet?”

“You will not embarrass our house like this.”
Brishan commanded. “Sit down NOW. Both of you.”

Rana, Malik and Brishan squared off
Briefly with glaring eyes. “Do it.” Brishan
Ordered. “SIT DOWN. GO.” He waited, as
They conceded to his commands. Then the
Circle was empty…leaving Brishan to
Carry on. “I apologize.” He said more
Kindly to me. “This was not our intent.
As you can see…we do share similar
Weaknesses with attitudes, Bill. But perhaps
That is a fair demonstration for you and
Your people as well. You were summoned
Rather fast. Are you alright? May we continue?”

“I’m fine, yes.” I wanted to laugh a little, I
Think I did. “Please continue.”

Brishan smiled widely, sensing that I was
Amused by what happened. “Still, for us, that
Was embarrassing. But hopefully others will
Laugh also. Thank you for understanding.” He
Kept smiling. “Now if I may, I will continue
With the address.”

Ceres smiled. I smiled. Suddenly the entire mood
Changed, and for the first time Brishan
Didn’t appear as imposing as before, and
Instead more…human I would say.

“Oh make no mistake, I am imposing.”
He laughed to my writing. “I am the tallest
One in the family left, that gives me fair
Threatening advantage.” He grinned. He was
Actually being friendly!

There was a subtle laughter from the
Assembly I could not see past the light.

“I’m sorry but you never laughed before.” I said.

“You never gave me the chance.” He smiled.
“I laugh often. I find your climate report
Transmissions very funny.”

“Climate reports?” I asked.

“The weather.” Ceres corrected.

“You mean the Weather Channel?” I laughed.

“Yes.” Brishan said. “Isn’t that one of
Your entertainment programs?”

“No, it is supposed to be the news.” I told him.
“Weather Forecasts.”

“Really?” He smiled with surprise. “On purpose
Or by accident?”

I laughed, not sure what to say. “You laugh at it?”

“You must remember our point of view of time.”
Ceres explained.

“From where we sit,” Brishan said smiling. “We
See the patterns flow…We see it happening…
Yet they say it like it’s some surprise, your
Weather. It is no surprise. You see we do not
Engage in such things. We feel the weather,
The rhythm of nature…Such things are
Monitored when a planet is in a state of
Duress…then the weather is volatile. When a
World is in harmony with nature…It is not so…

“Wow. Ok.” I said.

“So now, if we may.” Brishan said very politely,
And kindly. “For the assembly, as well as the
Eyes and ears there…” He pointed to the notebook.
“There are a few things we should like to discuss
With this message before moving on to heavier

“Sure.” I said.

“We are primarily interested in your groups’
Encounters and interactions at this point.” He nodded.
“So we would like to discuss warnings and
Abductions…Psychic and precognitive powers were
Intensely studied in abductees…” He said carefully.
“Abductions, abductees…That is the correct
Terms for those taken without consent, yes?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Alright then.” Brishan said. “I would like to
Inquire with you on your last meeting with your
Group…It was monitored when there was only 12 left.
Varence had this recorded as the meeting
At the Firehouse. Could you explain?”

“The Firehouse?” I said…thinking back…
“Yes I remember.”

“Please,” Brishan directed, his mind engaging
The memory for it to flow for them all to hear.
“Please explain…”

“The Firehouse,” I said, “It was the night of
July 23rd, 2011…according to my dream journal.
These dreams were still very foggy but I do
Remember the vital details. I did write this one down
Because it felt important…

“That night I went to sleep, nothing unusual…I
Hadn’t dreamt about the group in months, but I
Remember by that time, the numbers had shrunk
A lot…from the great crowd, to the previous smaller
Crowd…But this time there was only about 12.

“The meetings were always in the dark, a big
Dark room it felt like, and a circle of light. But
This time was different…It looked like
An empty or abandoned Firehouse, at night.
At the end of the garage-like room there
Was a raised platform, with those foldable
Steel chairs set up on it…There were 2 rows
Of these chairs…6 or 7 in the front, and 6
Or 7 in the back…
Everything felt pre-arranged somehow, like this
Was for a specific purpose. I have no idea how
Or why…but this is what happened.

“We sat in the steel chairs, I was in the back row
Too afraid to talk as usual. There was Kathy, on
My left…me, then the big black guy that looked
Like a football player, Joe…to my right, then Julie,
Jacob…then last Jason…We were the back row,
And youngest left. In the front row, I didn’t know
The names of the men and women but I remembered
Their faces…Most of them had gray hair. One woman
Stood front, facing us…assuming the role as
Leader, as usual. She was the very religious woman
I had seen before that always talked loudly,
Forcefully…She had a very proper, disciplined
Way about her, she was in a very old fashioned
Night gown, had shoulder length flat straight
Modestly cut blond hair.

She stood facing everyone there that was left,
Who had shown up…And spoke like a preacher.
“We are the chosen ones. We must remember
That as we come together each time, that we are
Doing God’s work…” She said standing tall,
Clasping her hands together like a prayer. “We
Are the only ones left. We must accept that…”

“Why are we here?’ Joe asked, talking loudly,
He barely seemed to fit in the chair with his
Massive frame, in his red T-shirt and boxers.
“And why am I always dreaming of this
Crazy white mother giving speeches. It feels like
Some Jehovah’s Witness is at the door!”

“Quiet,” I whispered to him, “She’ll hear you.”

“Why are you always so afraid to talk?” Joe asked
Calmly, but loudly; he was never afraid to
Be heard. “Who cares what she says…And
What is this place, it looks like a Firehouse. But
Where are the trucks?”

“Can you please be quiet just once so we
Can get this over with and get back to sleep.”
Julie, the beautiful Hollywood-looking blond
Replied fast; she also was never afraid to speak.

Kathy whispered to me, “This is the
Strangest dream yet. A Firehouse? These
Chairs, what’s it for?”

The bible lady cleared her throat, and like
Some angry teacher said, “Could everyone
Please pay attention? We are obviously
Here for some higher purpose. Now we must
Maintain good behavior.”

“Who does she think she is?” Joe bellowed.

“Please, sir…” the older preacher lady said,
Her eyes lock on us in the back row. “Can
We all agree to get along?”

“Get along?” Joe laughed loud. “Is she nuts?”

Just then there was a commotion, and
People began filling the Firehouse. They
Seemed angry, impatient.
“Ah, and we begin.” She said to the people.

This felt so, strange…The crowd, the
People filling the room, the light.
This had never happened before!
It was a mixed crowd, mostly blacks,
Some Latino, with a few other minority types
As well. This was no accident.
The crowd was led by an elderly black man
In his late 60’s…He looked like he had
Been very badly beaten. His
Face looked like it had been badly burned, with
His left eye very red and swollen as
Well from whatever burned him…He led
The people up to the platform urgently.
“You people have to listen to us.” He said,
Even his voice sounded in pain.

Everyone gasped…The twelve of us, especially my
Back row were in horrified shock. Joe was especially mad.
The blond preacher lady held her noble
Self-righteous pose and took the lead
To speak; of course. “How can we help you?”
She asked remaining calm.

I don’t know what this was, but it felt
Awful! The sight was gruesome…That elderly
Black man had been beaten and abused
Beyond reason…He
Spoke fast, with many surrounding him,
Helping him stand to talk…While the
Preacher lady tried to remain calm and

“There are things coming.” The old man said,
“Bad things, very bad things. Worse things
Than you know. These things have been
Building for years and you people have to do
Something about them! There will be racial crimes,
More than before…riots, protests, civil unrest…
Revolutions, all over the world. No one can
Shut that up or hide it.”

“Sir,” the preacher woman tried to say…
“I don’t know if we can or do have
The power to do anything.”

“You do. You have to! You must!” He struggled
To say as the crowd around him supported him,
Spitting protests.

I could not understand for the life of me
What was going on. “What is this?” I whispered
To Kathy, Joe, those around me. “I don’t
Understand what is happening. This is like no
Dream before. Why are they asking us? Why are
We on this…stage-thing? Why are we in a

“The Firehouse must have some meaning.” Kathy
Whispered. “And look at him, he looks burned…
Maybe something happened here or will?”

“I don’t like this crap.” Joe groaned. “What
The hell is going on? And why is that bible
Bitch always speaking like that? She doesn’t
Speak for me.”

The elderly maimed black man kept
Arguing with the blond woman in front…
He kept urging her, for everyone on the
Platform to listen, begging for someone to do
Something. “Look at me,” he said, “Do you
Think I want this life, do you think I
Asked for this? What about my wife, my
Children? And all these people…The world
Is falling apart!”

“Sir,” the bible lady said too calmly as
Everyone on the platform struggled with confusion.
“I realize you are upset, but you have to
Understand we are struggling to figure what it
Is we are supposed to do here.”

“Well, struggle faster!” He shouted through
A gagging cough. “People are dying, will die.
We were told you were the ones to ask!”

“You were?” The woman asked, stunned.
“You were told this?”

“What is he talking about?” I whispered,
Afraid to speak. “Why would someone
Tell him that? How would they know
About this? What is this?”

“It feels awful whatever it is.” Kathy whispered.
“Desperate. I don’t understand why he
Would ask us…it’s like someone knows
Something that we don’t? Was this planned?”

“How could it be if it hasn’t happened yet?”
I whispered. “The Firehouse, is it important?”

“Maybe it has to do with some disaster that
Will happen?” Kathy whispered. “Look at him,
He’s so badly burned. Many of them are. Or
Beaten up?”

“He said race riots, revolution.” I whispered.
“That’s major stuff, no small thing.”

Joe grew increasingly angry. “Whatever this
Is, it sucks. We have no choice in being here.
And worse no say…not with that bible bitch
Talking for us all the time. Who put her
In charge?”

“Maybe you should tell her about the angel,”
Kathy whispered to me. “It must mean
Something, it has to.”

“No way!” I whispered hard. “With how she is?
Her attitude? They’ll call me some freak,
Think I’m like Moses or something. I don’t
Want to be some…voice like that. People get weird
About religion, the whole savior thing. That scares
Me to death, the fever…”

The preacher lady kept arguing with the
Elderly man…He and the crowd were demanding
Action, and she only begged for patience…things
Grew more heated.

“This is freaking me out!” I whispered. “What
Is building?”

“Whatever it is, I know one thing.” Joe said
Angrily. “I am fed up with hearing that
Bible lady talk for me. Every time we
Get sucked into this dream she’s talking
And I’m sick of it. She never asks anyone
Anything, she only lectures…”

“Why, because she’s a woman?” Julie spat
From the other side of Joe. “I hate being
Here too. I just can’t wait for this dream to
Be over. This is like a nightmare.”

“So say something, Barbie.” Joe groaned at her.
“You’re a girl, you’re fed up…You chew her out.
I open my mouth and I’m always the big
Bad black guy.”

“No one said that about you.” I told him;
I liked him…But he was right we never got
To talk unless we were standing to the side alone.

“Well bible lady over there seems to think she’s
The boss.” Joe pointed at her angrily. “Quoting
Scriptures all the time…Revelations all the time.
What is this, a dream or is it church?”

“Religious nuts are always like that.” Julie
Moaned, shaking her head, wishing for it to
Be over. “Everything is some symbolic
Meaning from the bible. All they do is quote
The bible, they can’t even think for themselves
Without it.”

“The bible is like 10,000 years old,” Joe groaned,
“I don’t see what it has to do with now…
The end of days…The year 2000 came and
Nothing happened…So why this?”

“The bible is not that old, you ape.” Julie
Told him. “Don’t you know anything?”

I turned to Kathy nervous, and whispered to her,
“But something did happen to me…New Year’s Eve
1999…The Angel.” It freaked me out. “That
Can’t be this, can it? It can’t have anything
To do with this, it can’t!”

“But maybe we are supposed to discuss it
Though?” Kathy whispered.

“I don’t want that responsibility. No way.”
I whispered, nervous.

Joe tapped me on the arm to relax. He seemed
To sympathize…We always did agree none of us
Wanted any big deal made of this… “All I know
Is I am getting sick of listening to that bitch
Talk for me.”

“Don’t say anything.” Julie protested with a
Hard whisper. “Just let her talk so this can
End and we can wake up. This is awful.
What are we supposed to do about this, it makes
No sense at all. How could we?”

As the bible lady continually tried to calm
Down the group of arguing men and women,
Especially the painfully disfigured elderly black
Man…Joe finally lost it…

“Hey you, Little House,” he shouted at her, “Why
Don’t you shut the hell up and let someone
Else talk. I’m sick of hearing you talk!”

The woman sharply turned to him. “Excuse
Me? But I believe we discussed this—“

“Excuse you, Miss Prairie Town? What were
You born with a bible in your Mama’s lap
Or somethin’?” Joe shouted, pointing his finger.
“The man is talkin’ there and you’re not
Listening. You never listen. You only talk and
Talk and spit words at us, lecturing at us
Like you’re the sister of Jesus. Why don’t you
Shut up and let someone else speak?”

I bit my lip to fight to laugh.
Julie grabbed her jaw and winced. “I cannot
Believe you said that. Why couldn’t you just let
Her talk?”

The woman turned all her frustration on Joe,
“Oh I suppose you would like to lead the
Group in a sermon of your wisdom, young

“Young man?!” Joe shouted in rage. “Listen I
Ain’t no little boy Miss Heartland Mama, I may
Not recite the bible like some looped recording
Or something. But I swear I can tell you
One thing is Faith is one thing you ain’t got.”

“And how would you know this?” The woman
Asked him defensively. “Would you care
To enlighten us here?”

“Don’t talk to me like some kid!” Joe grew angrier.

“Why did you have to antagonize her?” Julie asked,
Holding her cheek as if in pain. “You couldn’t
Just let her talk?”

“I am doing the best that I can.”
The woman shouted. “I suppose you could
Do better?”

“The man is in pain,” Joe insisted, “He is
Not asking for some recital from the bible!”

“Clueless.” Julie whispered under her breath. “God,
I cannot wait for this to be over!”

“Maybe if you and your little friends
There paid attention more, and spoke less,
You would understand my point instead of
Making juvenile wise cracks over something
You do not understand.”

“Whoa, Little House of Horrors,” Joe
Was ready to leap out of his chair he was
So mad now. “Listen, I’m
No little lost boy for you to talk down to,
I am in my thirties!”

“And where has it got you?” The woman
Snapped. “You and your little friends don’t
Have the answers! You can barely
Dress yourselves properly…” She said referring
To Julie’s nightie.

“What?!” Julie immediately shouted. “You
Had better not be referring to me, you
Mother F—“

“Go mean Barbie, go get her!” Joe cheered
Her on sarcastically.

Julie jumped to her feet to face the woman.
“What did you say to me, what was that?”

“Oh dear,” the woman returned with a bitter
Tone, “Don’t upset yourself, I realize it’s hard
To think and dress yourself properly, especially
When we are confronting more serious issues here.”

Everyone’s eyes were popping, although the black
Man asking the questions before still struggled
He somehow seemed amused along with the

Julie, I had never remembered her so furious,
Stood violently strong to face the woman. “I
Am so sick of people judging me…You stupid
Preaching cow! Just because you tie yourself
With some self righteous mythical golden
Chain to a religion like a hypocrite…Making
Excuses to judge others through your religious
Beliefs to hide your insecurities…Miss let
Me fill my face with donuts for breakfast,
And coffee, cake and ice cream every day…
Fattening yourself up because you can’t
Control your mouth or appetite, hiding
All your problems in food then judging
Others before you judge yourself…you can’t
Control or judge yourself…because you’re

“How dare you!” The woman shouted as it
Seemed to turn into a cat fight. “Why don’t
You dress and behave more like an adult
Before you open your mouth!”

“Oh you’ve had more than enough time to speak!”
Julie yelled with an unstoppable rage. “That’s
All you’ve ever done is judge and talk and
Lecture. You have no answers of your own. You’re
No leader. All you do is repeat quotes from the
Bible. And you call that spiritual? You’ve
Learned nothing from that book but how
To condemn others!”

The woman’s jaw fell open in silent shock…

But Julie was so fast to attack she left her
No opportunity to give some petty defense. “You??
You miserable lecturing overzealous cow!
You’re judging me on how I look? You don’t
Know me. You know nothing about my life,
NOTHING. And I owe you or no one no
Explanation for how I dress when I go to bed.
I take care of myself because I learned
Long ago that all people do is judge others
By how they look…and tear them apart about the
Same, if they dare to shatter any ego they
Create in a mirror. Oh she must be stupid,
That blond, she must be a slut, look at how
She dresses. What a stuck up idiot. You’re
The idiot! All people do is use others, try
To manipulate them to get their way, that’s
What I’ve learned. Some smooth talking fat
Pig always thinks he will connive his way
Into my life thinking I’m so dumb…I know
The game, I’ve heard all the lines you cow.”
She pointed to the crowd, to the elderly
Black man who had been trying to talk.
“You have no answers for him? Why, because
You can’t find a quote in the bible to guide
Him with? Stop using the bible as some
Tool or weapon. Think for yourself. Anyone who
Constantly quotes others nonstop cannot
Think in their own words! Tell him
Something yourself from what you see, you
Can’t, can you? Can you?”

The woman couldn’t speak.

“Well, let me tell you something Miss Prim
And Proper Fake Virtues…These racial issues
Constantly on the news. Why is it always about
Men? Oh sure they put some pretty girl
Newscaster to report the stories…horror stories
About violence…About MEN fighting…MEN
Beating up other men…hate crimes, racial
Violence…I am so sick of always seeing
The MEN’S issues all over the news! White
Police beating up black men…Black men
Rioting or spewing complaints about it…The
Women talk and no one listens…They are the ones
Shouting out the heart stories…The women
Aren’t the ones making the headlines with
Violence, are they? Oh sure there are some,
But by far it’s a man’s violent playground
Out there!”

Joe had to swallow at her words, everyone
Was stunned at her point.

Then Julie went on angrily, “These hate
Crimes are disgusting! They’re also nonsense!
All the media does is hype them up…
And it’s always the men doing it, losing it…
Making speeches and excuses…While the
Mothers, sisters and wives are crying picking
Up the pieces! And these gay hate crimes…
I don’t see any lesbians on the news?
No, why? Because it’s so easy to get these
Men all worked up until they fight, preach,
Scream or cry…Gay hate crimes? They’re
Really men hate crimes, aren’t they?
Because they’re so easily worked up! Such
A perfect distraction! Then everyone
Is crying and carrying on…protest, memorials,
Fund raisers…Because all the little boys
Can’t get along.

“And let me tell you something else, you bible
Witch. I have many friends of all creeds and
Colors, all religions…It’s always the men making
The lectures like they know everything…
Looking for some sweet pretty girl to charm,
Some benign, naïve, seemingly innocent
Youth to win over. Women aren’t stupid. But
They sure do let the men talk too much. I
Only follow along because I say let them
Make fools of themselves, they can’t shut up
Or stop talking about how brilliant they are.
But they don’t win me over. Only the weak
Women let men take care of them, use them
Because they’re too lazy to get off their ass
And take care of themselves…They hide behind
A man sp they can preach behind him…
No one takes care of me. And I don’t allow
Men in my life to use me.

“You want to give this poor man some advice?
Tell him to stop giving in to this ridiculous
Frat-boy bullying…These problems are nothing
New at all! They’ve always been there. The
Little boys are always fighting and I am so
Sick of it. He is a victim of society, of the
Media’s hype and manipulation and obsession
With violence and prejudice. They don’t want it
To go away, so they keep fixating on it. And
It’s never going to stop until we stop allowing
The abusers to control everything. Stop the
Bullies from having power. Take the power
Away from those men obsessed with it
And let the right ones have it…”

There was a sense of final silence as
Everyone took in Julie’s words. She had a
Good point, several actually.

“And who would the right people be?” The
Woman dared to ask her.

Julie stood strong, unbreakable. She smiled
Sarcastically. “The ones too afraid to take
It, because they’re the only ones thoughtful
Enough to respect it…both men and women.
Not the ego driven maniacs obsessed with
Standing in front of the room…The
Ones standing quietly in the back have
Been trapped there for too long. It’s time
For the big mouths to shut up!”

Apart…back again to the Circle of Light…

“Was there any resolve to that confrontation?”
Brishan asked.

“If it was more than a dream, I don’t know.”
I answered. “But I can tell you I learned
A lot from Julie…She was, is, pretty and
Smart…And when she speaks there is a sense
Of thunder about her.”

“Was she right about the violence, and the
Men leading it?” He asked.

“I would have to say yes.” I answered. “There
Are many issues the news depicts that gets
The public upset…men and women both have
Issues…but men lead with the violence…”

Malik stepped into the circle once again.
“That’s a very interesting story but we are
Delaying important talks.” He said as I
Noticed he was holding a thin bundle of papers.

“And those would be?” Brishan asked.

Malik held his notes up. “The matters of
The Watchers Observations…involving abductions
And experiments.”

“I do believe these are all related.” Brishan said.

Rana then stepped forward to Malik’s side…
This was seeming more like a heated debate
All around! “Have you not paid attention to
Anything he just said? This is all relevant
To the experiments and abductions.”

Malik made some face…some grim, confused
Expression. “And how is that?”

Rana pointed to the notebook. “The Firehouse…
The meeting they were summoned to…
The warnings…race riots…revolution…
Civil unrest…It was a premonition. They,
The overseers on their planet use their
Premonitions to manipulate the population.”

“But this hostility continues…” Malik
Insisted. “They aren’t using their premonitions
To fix anything.”

“Exactly.” Rana said. “Can’t you see it? They
Are using their premonitions to make things
Worse! It’s a game to them, not a solution.
They see how the public reacts and utilize it
To make it continue, utilizing weaknesses
And vulnerabilities to incite further violence.”

“But I am talking about physical cases.”
Malik said, waving the papers. “Generational
Abductions…experiments on a physical level.”

“And his Firehouse story is the result of that.”
Rana explained. “On his world that is.”

“The matter of abductions varies greatly.”
Brishan added.

“But that is regarding all worlds.” Rana
Insisted. “Are you judging all worlds or this ONE?”

“What are you suggesting?” Brishan asked.

“I want to address the physical threat of
These abductions…on the whole.” Malik

“That is not the issue here.” Brishan said.

Rana grabbed the papers from Malik and
Reviewed them. He allowed this, curious
To her intentions…as everyone was. She
Studied them quickly and decisively.
“Alright…” she said… “Yes, there is
Much to cover here.”

“I said this!” Malik insisted.

“The point is what to express here
Right now.” Brishan told her.

“The Firehouse story was important,” Rana
Said, “Due to current conditions of their
Society. Prejudices are massively destructive…
And a tool of manipulation in their culture.
But there are also other aspects of
The Abductions…

“For generations on this planet bloodlines
Have been cultivated…Many of them, for
Varying purposes…
The group the Watchers selected on
Earth were taken from many groups…
Samples, if you will of all forms.”

“And the research was for?” Brishan asked.

Rana looked the papers over briefly again.
“Like we have learned…the metahuman
Project…to push the human form to its
Limits…of what it is capable of becoming
On this Earth…some sort of super-human…

“Some groups were studied for precognitive abilities…
Others, telekinetic abilities…physical regenerative
Powers…While others were more sinister…
Involving breeding, hybridizing and testing the
Limits of endurance and pain…
How much suffering could they take before they die?

“How far could they take the brain’s
Lucid and delusional tendencies to its limits…
In other words, brainwashing and control…
How to control the brain, thought patterns,
Interests, obsessions, behavior…fantasies…

“Control aspects…subterfuge…reward and
Indulgent mechanisms…such as with the
Senses, sex, food, material pleasures…

“Every group was measured differently. Some
Were tested on many levels…in various,
Often diabolical ways. Fear seems to be the
Key factor of control, but then, all the bullies
Know this. The overseers of the abductions
Would know it well. Thus, making most
Subjects afraid to discuss their experiences.
They would be humiliated and embarrassed.

“At least 10 percent of the population
On this planet has been studied this way.
The Watchers selected 144 from key

Brishan studied Rana’s face. “You
Seemed concerned?”

Rana hesitated as she looked at Malik
Quietly before answering. “The 144
Selected were from…some of the most
Intense experiments…I do not believe
They fully understood what level they were
Subjected to.”

“Meaning?” Brishan asked.

“They had the greatest risk,” Rana
Answered, “And the greatest potential.
That’s why they were selected.”

“And eliminated once they discovered
The Watchers were monitoring these
Abductions.” Malik added.

“Please clarify.” Brishan said.

Rana spoke carefully avoiding my eyes.
“This was, and is…the culmination of
Years of their program…Meaning
Whatever the plans for the project
Of Earth has been…This generation
On the planet now…contains the
Vital components of release…The
Final formula…The end result…

“Scattered amid these groups
On the planet…awaiting activation
Are the end result of the Metahuman
Project…Both its doomsday…and ours…

“That’s why the Five we have are
So critical…Both to save and stop
The others.”

Ceres tapped my arm, “You need to
Rest now.”







  2. Maka’ Sito’ Maniyan Ukiye (Lakota Ghost Dance)

    The whole world is coming,
    A nation is coming, a nation is coming,
    The Eagle has brought the message to the tribe.
    The Father says so, the Father says so.
    Over the whole Earth they are coming.
    The Buffalo are coming, the Buffalo are coming,
    The Crow has brought the message to the tribe,
    The Father says so, the Father says so.

    “You don’t stand a chance…against my prayers
    You don’t stand a chance…against my love…”

  3. dreamwalker, that was so helpful for me to read your blog posts you selected related to Max sharing, big thank you!!! I’m getting the glimmer to see where thoughts of/with Max will take me. I’ve been very much hibernating like a bear for way too long.

  4. Associate below music video to this long but interesting video from Natan as he was allowed to view the future and remembering where he was brought up as it reflects his belief and is perception from his intellect..
    Also think back to a beautiful mind movie as to where all plays out or in other words the mirror on the back side of your eyes.
    From about the 1 hour mark is most interesting and 115:32 is very interesting and who would come to mind from way back in the day that would be able to demonstrate the yin and yang and to demonstrate what true forgiveness is. UNCONDITIONALLY

    And after the return the bottom video is very appropriate

  5. One of the letters to the editor of Atlantis Rising was a person of Chinese descent, and he was talking about the Thunderbolts, how they were a plasma weapon that destroyed a planet, and Nephilim (giant aliens/early human hybrids) were warring. He spoke of different religions depicting ‘gods’ with thunderbolt weapons, like Zeus and Ninurta (Thoth-Hermes, Enki’s son). It was an excellent letter with a lot of research on the evidence for why the Chinese people are unique, and he mentioned certain ancient texts that have no connection with anything else on earth, which is why he thought the (his ancestors) were refugees from another planet, and brought Acupuncture with them, which is described in one of the texts. I’m learning a lot about my favorite subject thanks to Valiant and those willing to share with him. Even if we may be their subjects, they are our subjects too, in a way. We all learn from one another. I do believe in the destroyed planet story, totally.

  6. Oh wow, dreamwalker, you just brought tears to my eyes, happy tears, thank you! Now it’s starting to fill in the whole picture better. Who is Judy? And yes, Max must have quite a sense of humor, indeed! You see my dog Max was named after Max the crystal skull. It was important to me when we went to adopt him at the humane society (he passed at age 9 on June 14, 2009) from a litter of German Shepherd/Great Dane puppies, that he be named Max! It was funny because his name was Mr. Magoo (the cartoon) because of his markings, and the lady doing the paperwork with us exclaimed her cat with the same type of unusual markings was also named Max! I felt that was it, it was destiny. Now this, to find out the center crystal skull was/is actually Max, is very cool to know! I wanted to adopt a German Shepherd named Max, a senior dog, a few weeks ago but my feet were hurting too much and my husband didn’t want to end up having to walk two dogs when I couldn’t. So I just wrote and told that rescue group the other day (this past weekend) I couldn’t take Max. But I really wanted him, to have another dog named after crystal skull Max. I wonder who Max really is, to me, why I have so much coming up about him, especially now? Do you know what Max has been saying lately, and can I read what Judy has brought through? Last night I was reading letters to the editor of the new issue of Atlantis Rising and I turned the first page and found myself looking at an ad of a new crystal skull DVD featuring the Mitchell Hedges skull, with interviews of Dr. J. J. Hurtak (Keys of Enoch, which blew me away with massive synchronicity happening), and David Hatcher Childress (Ancient Aliens co-host, love that show, my favorite show).

    My spirit guides have an awesome sense of humor too, and very patient, never judging me for my lapses, and dreamwalker they love to play spirit DJ for me, too. After my first post here last week, they were playing Peter Gabriel Solsbury Hill out in the living room on TV music channel. My guide Peter & angel Gabriel kid around to get my attention by playing Peter Gabriel (or Genesis) songs as the first one I hear turning on the radio, or the last song I hear upon arriving somewhere and shutting off the radio. It never fails to make me laugh! Plus I really love that song Solsbury Hill, with what the lyrics say. They can keep my things….they’ve come to take me home….Boom Boom Boom!

    • Aha well I have a dog named Max. He’s a chihuahua / boston terrier mix – a really sweet little dog, but tends to be a bit of an appetizer for anything larger than he is… He was sort of a rescue / adoption from another family. I wasn’t a “dog person” but Max is practically a cat – and he is a good “dog person” teacher too! 😀

      Usually when things come up like that for me, it’s usually friendly nudging that someone wants to talk, in one way or another. It does not necessarily mean you need to collect more dogs! There’s a lot of folks against any kind of channeling or spirit communication but I think it’s a bit like mountain climbing. Yes you may run into some kind of trouble if you go off by yourself unprepared without knowing anything… which is why you would want to take a guide (or guides) with you on the first leg of your journey. Then – well I can’t even say the sky’s the limit… And if this isn’t your thing, there are lots of other options – everyone is different. Ignoring those nudgings for me usually just makes it worse….

      Here’s a few I did. Max refers to his collective as a bag of nuts…

      Anyways Judy is here:

      I’ll let you know when I hear about her next session. In the last one Judy mentioned that Gandhi would be working with us, and I had a dream about meeting him at McDonalds the night before her presentation. I would have missed the session if Feilla hadn’t pointed it out to me… so we all tend to work together in some way…

      Judy also works with her daughter to rescue dogs off the street and find new homes for them. I can’t listen to her rescue stories, I cry every time! When I first met Judy she did an attunement with me – following that I was channeling… (and I had previously been someone who thought all that stuff was just a money making scheme. Ho boy was I wrong!)

      I haven’t read those books but darnit Atlantis rising looks like a great magazine!

    • So funny…YES! Solsbury Hill! I was just listening to it today…noticed the exact same …”They can keep my things…they’ve come to take me home…Boom Boom Boom!” LOL! 😀 ❤

  7. Hello. In thinking about what to share in here, it occurs to me that I will just share whatever I feel like sharing the most. Just go with it. So here it is, a *word* for sharing here. I asked for a word about if I am going to be protected. So the *word* given is:

    *tonal* Of or pertaining to tone or tonality. *tonality* Tonal quality: a) Music. The character which a composition has by virtue of its key or through the relationship of its tones and chords to the keynote, or tonic. b) In the graphic arts, the arrangement or interrelation of the tones of a picture.

    I have a soul connection with a crystal skull priestess. I have in years past, held a particular crystal skull etherically in my hands, in front of me. I turned to face each direction — North, East, South, West. Whenever I think about crystal skulls, it comes flowing back. With Valiant’s storytelling, it made me think that I should come forward, and offer what I know about the crystal skulls. I haven’t read all of Valiant’s writings, certainly not sequentially. I’m working on catching up!

    My interaction with “my crystal skull” was like a wonderful blessing, healing energy, light, activating me while interacting with it. The skull was able to communicate with what felt like our people back home, they weren’t on earth. I believe we were in Atlantis, in the very early days of Atlantis. They were used as 12 together around 1. There were 12 priestesses. I’m a little unclear on the 1 skull in the center, if it was a male priest or if it represented a central core. The crystal skulls will one day be empowered to help all of humanity. They hold blueprints of things that were in existence before in Atlantis and on other worlds. I believe it’s probably getting closer to the time that it will be “safe” for the crystal skulls to reveal their secret long hidden knowledge. It has to be used for the good of everyone, not misused, they will only share that which benefits all life, that is the key that unlocks the treasury stored within them. The earth collective frequency is like the gatekeeper! That is why they haven’t been able to crack the code, and open the doors, and get past sentinels aeons old. It will only be successful once it’s about all of US. All for One, One for All. It is about doing what is right and best for ALL, not just some.

    Light the flames
    Ignite the fire
    Time to end games
    Let darkness retire

    Rejoice in knowing
    All worked together
    True history showing
    Be light as a feather

    Uplift prepared minds
    Soften hard glances
    Release whatever binds
    Time eternally dances

    When you think thoughts
    You guide power there
    Undo the knots
    Enter if you dare

    Thoughts are things
    Words have impact
    Gather in rings
    Choose how to react

    Nobody owns you
    They may claim
    Your mind is your own
    No two the same

    What is our role
    How to work best
    Help us reach goal
    Leap from the nest

    • Nice one spiritwalker – Max is the one in the middle, representing 12+1 or the unity of the whole, and each part is equal. Judy brings Max through on a regular basis. Max has quite a sense of humor!

      Thunderbolt is the key… Whatever that means.

  8. I choose to walk the beauty way, too.

    Thank you Robin for sparking me to go find this book. A friend years ago said this book literally flew off the book shelf in front of her as she walked in a bookstore and she instantly knew it was meant for me. This is from Ken Carey’s book “Return of the Bird Tribes” chapter titled “White Buffalo Calf Woman”:

    “Just as the colors blend together in rainbows that arch across the prairie when the storm is passed, so you must tell the white races, the black races and the yellow ones when they come that though you are of red skin, you are first and foremost people of the Great Spirit. Through peaceful blending with your neighboring tribes, be an inspiration to the wandering peoples. Help lead all races into the harmony of the rainbow.”

    “And then the pipe was passed, and she was silent until all those present had taken their first smoke. A second time the pipe was passed in reverence for the earth, a third for the four-footed and winged. A fourth time the pipe was passed in reverence for the many tribes of humankind, those in the distant past, those living now, and those yet to be. After all gathered in the great tepee had completed their fourth smoke, White Buffalo Calf Woman raised the pipe reverently before her for all to see.

    “Carry your pipe with you always. Treat it as a sacred object. Honor all creatures and live your life in harmony with the Sacred Way of Balance of which every tree, every flower and every new day speaks. There will be many seasons when your heart will feel clear and pure as a mountain spring, and you will know the peace and joy of the Great Spirit. But should ever your steps falter, or in the more troubled times to come, if ever you feel that you have stepped aside from the path of the Sacred Way, if ever your heart should feel heavy within you, do not waste time in regret. I will give you a ceremony,” she said, filling the pipe once more and relighting it from the sacred fire, “a ceremony, which each of you can do in company with others, alone in your lodge, or out upon the prairie.

    “Stop your activities. Find a rock upon which to sit. Asking for the Great Spirit’s guidance as I have taught you, unwrap your pipe, and let its red bowl remind you of the sacred road, the way of life, the red pathways of the sun. After you have smoked your smokes to the Great Spirit, to the earth, to the animals, and to the people who are true to reality, after you have given your thanks to the four directions, then take a fifth smoke asking for the guidance of the great winged beings of the spirit world.

    “Ask that particular winged being of the spirit world that is closest to you to help you see the wisest path to follow. Ask that spirit to help you make the clearest choice, to help you know the steps you are to take upon the path that your deepest knowing would have you travel. In time you will come to know that spirit being as your own true self. For now, just rest in the still place where the deepest knowing makes its lodge. This will put you in touch with what you may have forgotten in the hurry of life. This will allow the fire that burns within you to speak to you in plain and unbroken terms.

    “With this fifth smoke, the smoke that you offer to the invisible spirit that guides you, you will see that the spirit world is real, inhabited by wise and benevolent beings that watch over your trials and hardships, unable to offer you help or assistance until you ask them. With this smoke, ask the spirit beings that surround you to come into your life. Tell them you want to help them and the Great Spirit in their work and ask them how you can do this. By helping the Great Spirit in his work, you will help yourself far more than if you were merely concerned with your own affairs. Human beings are not fully happy or healthy until they serve the purpose for which God created them.

  9. Earth is at the crossroads…I CHOOSE…to walk The Beauty Way…

    “We will walk in White Buffalo Woman’s sacred way, in holy Oneness with all realms of life. And all will be beautiful. We will truly be able to say, with our Navajo relatives: ‘We walk in beauty. beauty before us and beauty behind us. Beauty to our left and beauty to our right. Beauty above us and beauty below. Walking a beautiful path.’ ”

    It is the time of the Uku’s choosing. It is the time of the Beloved Woman and MYSTERIES OF TIME UNTIME. It is the Time Untime of the THUNDERBOLT and the spirits of Lightning Mountains.

  10. Good Morning Tribe! So…have you heard about what’s happening out in North Dakota??? 60 Tribes are gathering and more coming in by the day…now Big Oil has called in the National Guard to put down the resistance and Anonymous has gotten involved…Ghost Squad! This is gonna be good!


  11. so i hear the wether channel is some kind of a comedy show… hehe well believe u me u aint seen nothing yet !!!

    there are so called “documentary shows” and the ones about science i hear might be even funnier to u… one can only hope its not viewed as “weapons of mass retardation” 😉

    well on the other hand what can u expect from an insane society where things like this video will be soon a scary reality if things continue this way =(

    well if brishan ever has a bad or sad day… i bet one of these so called “science” dokus might brighten his day… well or in a worse case scenario he might pull the plug on earth =/ <— this guy makes my brain wanna shoot it self… maybe he got a bright stand up comedy carrier ahead of him self in the universe lol



  13. A major factor that limits people from readily perceiving higher dimensions is because the frequency rate of vibration is outside the range of human perception. This contributes to their lack of faith and ability to believe in something that can not be perceived through the normal senses.

    Even though you can’t perceive something doesn’t prove that it doesn’t exist. For example, you can blow on a dog whistle and not hear it, but the sound is real because your dog reacts. The Higher Dimensional Beings and those Dimensions are being perceived by some people because they have learned to perceive them through different senses, but for most people this is beyond their range of perception. Though many people are beginning or are working with energies on different planes and dimensions because they are consciously working to increase their rate of vibration.

    Raising your vibration enables you to receive a more direct guidance and clearer guidance from your Higher self because it vibrates at a higher rate. Having this direct link allows for information to be more easily accepted by the conscious and actualized. Therefore a direct link is formed to interact with your Higher Self, Archangels, Ascended Masters and the Brotherhood.






    Q: (L) Who comes up with these names? [laughter] What are these names?

    A: Vibrational transducers.



  15. Hi,
    just a little technical issue…

    Would it be possible to change the format of the blog’s appearance from showing full posts up front to showing the first page of each article and full only after clicking it?

    I don’t know what you think but it would make scrolling to older posts a lot easier, particularly when some entries are very long.

    • Hi Nils, I started to try to do this on initial posts, but it requires manual input to add in the page break, since there is no page break available otherwise. Then it became a question of where to add the page break. I elected to leave it stand as-is… even if it is kind of long sometimes.

      Because of this also we can’t adjust the previous posts unless someone changes them. As far as I know there’s no way to do this auto-magically… unless there is a wordpress plugin that can do this.

  16. Good Morning Tribe! For the readers of VALIANT’S post last week…”The Mandala Effect”. This certainly explains Kathy’s experience and why the Reptilians were so upset over Jennifer. THEY shot themselves in the foot when they went after us! LMAO! If there are any readers here today that didn’t read last weeks post, check out the video link that stefman shared regarding 9-11 in the comments section that was below as well. The synchronized chaos, via the media, that was created in the planetary collective of humanity that day…worked for our benefit! “The Chaos Effect”…”Yet when chaos factors occur within reality causing quickening of node points, this affects all of reality, time, and space around the points of the chaos. This causes an acceleration of consciousness within individuals, within those converged time lines…” ! BOOM BABY! THEY shot THEMSELVES in their own foot, with “The Ultimate Weapon”! HA! HA! HA!

    • This is the only diagram for me that adequately explains why I can dream about different timelines… I am at “point a” “point b” and “point c” until such time as I observe my own timeline – and then the thing resets each time I “observe” my surroundings. So these dreams are relevant to an alternate experience (and therefore efficient learning) but are not the “final” reality…

      If you’ve ever used a Mandelbrot explorer software, this simulates the process. Click on any point in the diagram, and you get a different diagram, etc and etc.

    • Also the “Stranger Things” series on Netflix is a great Illustration of this.

      Spoilers ahead… but the “subject” is a young girl who had been experimented on by her father. But oh wait she has all these powers. Telekinesis, telepathy, dimensional travel. She had enough power to open a gate to another dimension, which was then leaking out into the town.

      There is a question, was she born with these powers, or did they happen as a result of the MKULTRA experimentation, which was intended to test brain washing techniques against Russian enemies.

      So… the goals of the program ended up unleashing something else altogether!

      And on a much larger scale, the same “template” happened on 9/11…



      There is an underlying fear factor here… the gateway (in the show) goes to a dark dimension with evil monsters. So even though there is some truth here… there is still fear to scare us into not following that path.

      Sorry… I happen to know that the dimension with the monsters is the one we’re already living in….

      … and it’s time to kick some ASS….

      As a side note, the guy who was in charge of MKULTRA was also the head of the American psychiatric association…

      • For further understanding – the paradigm is not one of “predator / prey” but rather:

        “I am the rabbit, you are the lion. If the lion wishes to become vegetarian, he cannot expect the rabbit to change.”

        This is for the benefit of ALL readers.

        I know you’re there.

  17. As they say in jazz, that was a “tight” performance. Thanks Lida / Valiant – some very good points here.

    Sharing this again for those who haven’t seen it…

    clif high – triune humans and the vortex of time

    (thanks to stefman for sharing it) this has helped my understanding of the broader picture.

    The source material mentioned is here:

    Thinking and Destiny by Harold Percival

    Click to access Harold%20Percival%20-%20Thinking%20and%20Destiny.pdf

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