Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 1OCT2016


You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (1  October 2016) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships.You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.


Valiant: The Thunders…The Thunder Drums…The Red Light in the Sky…

*SONG* “I Dreamed A Dream” by Susan Boyle

There was a party…
It feels impossible to write.

The circle of light…
Sitting there with them…as before, like
So many times. Brishan, in his uniform,
Varence beside him…that determined look on
His face…and then Ceres, who was quiet
And fierce looking…this was the most
Uncomfortable meeting by far.

“He has to write this now.” Varence said,
Nodding at me. “Tell them.”

“Why?” Ceres said looking away, then back
To me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Yes, he does.” Varence insisted, nodding.
“And he has to tell them right now.”

An uncomfortable pause.
Brishan’s friendly face watched me…
Waiting. “You said you would.”

I had to think of a way. I swear I
Felt like it was being pulled out of me.
“Tell them.” Varence’s voice was like
Some magnet making it happen.

This is not fiction. I wish it were.
I will do the best I can.

There was a party in the fall of 1990…
It was around this time of year, early
October. The first frost came early
That year…it was one of those fall
Seasons where everything felt more intense…
Everything. Moods were more unsettled,
There was a lot of tension because of
The news and the situation with the
Gulf War building. It was a dark time.
People were strange, friendly but not…
Like everyone was uncomfortable and
The stress levels were so high it felt as
Though you were walking on egg shells
Everywhere you went.

Words seem to feel like they are being
Pulled from my head.

Maybe the best way to explain this is
To start earlier, earlier that year
That is.

There was a boy, 18, who was readying
To graduate from high school back in
May. It started out normal, your typical
High school graduation excitement I
Suppose. Is that typical?

He had been having a lot of paranormal
Dreams that May…dreaming in foreign
Languages…Well, at first he thought
They were nonsense…
Then he has this dream of this mysterious
Beautiful blond woman who had been
Visiting his dreams throughout his life…
Always appearing before something
Awful happened.

This time she appeared, she was very
Pregnant…very, very pregnant. She told
Him things about some strange future
Involving outer space and travelers.
It was then she had finally told him
For the first time that she was not from
Earth…that she came to visit him to
Ease his mind, that no matter what
Happens that he was going to be alright…
To keep going no matter how terrible
It felt…that one day it would make
Sense. But she was forbidden to say
Too much. Only that when he was older
He would do important things…That she
Had to leave to go home to have her child.
For her people, having a baby was a serious
Event…They devoted years to raising their
Children, to them new life was precious…And
They spent at least the first 30 years of
The child’s life preparing them for…
Their path. Then she said a few other
Things, and explained he would not see
Her again for a long time, that soon
Her replacement would come to…guide him?
Then she was gone.

Strange dream of course, they always
Were. After school he went to see his
Grandmother to tell her about these
Dreams…About the nonsense languages
He dreamt in…He recited phrases. That’s
When she told him, it wasn’t nonsense…
He was dreaming in Russian? But how
Could he, he had never been to Russia
Nor knew its language.
It terrified him because these dreams
Were of the past…Another life…
Where he had died, shot in the chest
At close range by a guard in some prison
Camp…full of political prisoners and
Their families…He was breaking up a
Fight of men bullying his little brother
When the guards came and fired into
The crowd…The bullets hit him in the
Chest…He hit the ground…The people
Were screaming in Russian, “Get the
Surgeon!” His brother hovered over him,
Begging not to be left alone…It was a
Camp of men, they bullied all the younger
Ones…Voices faded…as he lay on the ground
Staring up into the sky…the clouds opened
Up into a blinding light that grew…
And there was singing, beautiful choirs
Singing from the light, until everything
Was a blinding golden-white light…
Then there was no feeling, no memories,
Only the light and singing…
It ended with the strong sense of
Guilt of leaving him behind unprotected.

The bullets didn’t hurt, there was no feeling,
Only pressure, no breath…only feelings…
The bond with this brother…And the pull of
The singing and the light…
There is no tunnel…When Heaven takes you,
Everything becomes a blinding golden-white
Light…Feelings and memories exist…And
The physical becomes a meaningless
Dream. The singing is endless, with
Music…It is the greatest peace to know.

He told this to his grandmother…
He used to rub, massage, her knees and
Feet after school…She was trying to
Influence him to become a physical
Therapist, like she had been…For a
Proper, respectable, money-making future.
This also helped her walk, as she told
Him he had some kind of miraculous
Hands that gave her the ability to
Walk…healing hands.
But she was more consumed by herself
And her health problems…His dreams
Made her nervous…She had always told
Him that he inherited the family ‘gift’
From her mother…Who dreamt and saw
Things before they happened…But it was
A dark gift, evil…He had to pray for God
To make it stop…The Bible teaches us
These things are not meant for us, only
God and His Angels. He had to pray
Constantly to make it stop…or it
Would consume him, drive him crazy
And God would be angry with him…The
Devil touches us this way sometimes to
Play with our minds…to stray from
God…etc.etc.etc…An endless lecture…

A lecture of the biggest bullshit
Ever shoveled on a young mind to scare
Them to death!

After the lecture…she tells him she
And his grandfather are moving to
Florida at the end of May…

What about my graduation?

She had already seen his mother, his
Uncle and sister graduate…These things
Are all the same…Her health was more
Important…She was suffering various
Health issues…Florida is a miraculous
Place you know, people live longer there,
Are healthier, etc…Didn’t he care about
Her health? He was being selfish asking
Her to stay for a graduation that had
No meaning really…seen one seen them
All…He was literally struck numb
And silent…

The things she said…it was as if this
Highly spiritual, religious old world woman
From Europe…had become another
Person…cold, insensitive…And he was
A selfish child for wanting her to
Stay for graduation…The lecture was
Ridiculous…He wasn’t allowed to speak…
Pray to God for guidance…Forget about
A career in art, go to medical school,
All artists are losers…Move to Florida
After graduation…Take care of grandma,
Become a doctor or physical therapist…
Stop being so selfish…

It had begun…

From that moment on, life became full of
These onslaughts of speeches and attacks…
His grandparents moved to Florida
At the end of May…but something
Very disturbing happened…once they
Got there, grandma got to Florida she
Grew very ill with pneumonia…and
Was terribly sick for months. Apparently
The climate change was too much for her.

For weeks this sort of theme continued…
Friends, without warning turned on this
Boy…As graduation approached they
Kept complaining he had this hugely
Successful future ahead of him in art
While they had no idea what to do with
Their lives…Being around him made them
Feel like losers, so they said…They whined
And cried endlessly about graduation…
He kept telling them nothing was
Written in stone, anything was possible…
But they wouldn’t listen…

He told some friends about what his
Grandmother did, said…Most would NOT
Believe him…That was ridiculous…
What grandmother would do that?
Pointless details…

Friends made excuses not to talk…
Not to hang out…The girls cried about
Their pitiful futures…The guys just
Partied and drank…That’s what most
Seniors in high school do at graduation…
It’s actually a very strange time…
Excited that high school is over…
Terrified of the future…That’s why everyone
Wants to party and get drunk…too
Much stress…too hard to think…
Peer pressure…big dreams malformed
By the media…movies, television…rock stars…
Dreams of fame and fortune,
Marrying someone rich…To make all
Your friends jealous…Friends seduce the
Best looking one they can find to parade
Them around like it’s love…They don’t
Know each other at all…
It’s all heavy petting and performance,
And lots and lots of drama…
Then in secret with their friends
They complain how unloved they feel…
Or brag about what great sex they’re
Having…Someone ends up pregnant…
The parties never end, underage
Drinking and drugs…

The heaviest partiers and complainers
Are always the ones who can’t seduce
The ones they want. Devastating problems.
Earth shattering…They always talk
And never listen…What great adults
They become…


This kid, this boy is bombarded with
Endless guilt trips…don’t speak, only
Listen…Are teenagers demons in
Human form? When you think about
Behavior patterns…high school is a lot
Like Hell…Especially if you’re fat in an
Age where fat is a crime…Then you starve
Yourself to death to be thin just to be
Treated like a human being…
He had done that as well…And
Oddly enough no one ever remembered
Him being fat…because he looked
So different…

The Number One Thing you learn in
School is…looks are all that matter…
Thank God adults outgrow this…
And pictures are so unimportant.

The Number Two Rule growing up…
Collect as many good looking friends as
You can…Thank God we outgrow this as
Adults…Can you imagine what the
World would be like if we didn’t? Scary.

But fortunately this formerly fat boy
Was spared this…because everyone completely
Forgot what he was, who he was, or how
They had once treated him after he lost the weight.
Such miraculously convenient memories
People have!

Onward, I will try to abbreviate this as
Best as possible…time is precious.

Graduation day came…
A mutual friend of the boy and his sister
Came to see graduation…since she missed hers,
And his sister’s…

Graduation week was a mess of selfish thrills
And insults…He kept his mouth shut and
Endured…During graduation practice…
A group of his fellow classmates thought it
Would be fun to harmlessly harass, poke, pinch,
Stab, kick, grope and sling insults at him…
It was surreal, as if they were possessed…
It went on and on…The principal was 5 feet
Away but never noticed…No one told them to
Stop because kids will be kids…it was
Harmless fun, right? I mean it was graduation
Day…who cares, anything goes!
Because any other time, it might have
Been considered abusive or an assault.

No big deal. If anything goes…He snapped,
Completely broke…so when they had
Senior lunch (a special event)…He
Walked out…Asked a friend, who had
Just previously asked to wean their
Friendship down because he was a guy,
She was a girl…blah, blah…she only wanted
Female friends…Anyway, he asked her to
Walk out to his car…as he had a
Breakdown, so that she could pass on to
Everyone that he was leaving and not coming

His breakdown terrified her, but she passed
The message on…that was his official last
Day in that hell hole…He drove off…

Absolutely no control, no mind, no feeling,
There were tears and noise…no thinking…
That’s when it came…

There was some supernatural force that
Descended, a powerful presence…a female voice
He never knew…guided the car to his
Sister’s work…where he remained that day…as
The world fell apart…As he broke, his
Family and friends came to the conclusion
He had to go to graduation, that was their
Support…But his sister insisted it was
His choice, not theirs…Endless guilt was
Dumped on him to go…

How? What for? Punish a group of bullies
On graduation day and make a huge scene
Of something awful? No, he kept his mouth
Shut, went home and spent the night in bed
Watching a movie…
While everyone else cried that his graduation
Day had been ruined for THEM.
Oh well…Yes, by not going to his graduation
He ruined it for THEM…He was selfish…
A few people called him a selfish coward…
Anyway, you get the idea.

The guilt trips continued, with lectures…
And that supernatural force grew angry…

He went to no graduation parties, he buried it.
Fast forward. Guilt. Lectures. Speeches.
A cowardly selfish boy.
A few days later his father was
Crippled in this awful home accident…
Both his knee caps were broken off in a fall…

1 week later, while on a late night ride with
His sister and a couple friends…They were in
A major car accident…The car was totaled…
His sister’s friend was driving her car…
Boom Boom Boom…Cops…The hospital…
The friend’s parents basically washed their
Hands of their daughter, said it was her
Mess and dumped her…So his parents took
Her in, sparing her from being homeless.
It was insane, ridiculous, horrible.

It was like some dark force was at work…
Versus a supernatural presence that watched

The guilt trips and lectures ended however,
Transforming into pity parties for the girl
Who crashed the car and the father’s awful
Accidents…Things grew worse and worse.
The mother was forced to become the family
Work force taking on additional jobs to
Support everyone, this wore her raw…

The summer was awful…The boy’s friends
Were typical…wanting to celebrate their
Freedom summer…while his was utter hell.
Conflict. Because he had so selfishly ruined
Graduation for everyone—they all felt guilty
For wanting to have fun…instead they turned
To pity the girlfriend who totaled his sister’s
Car…Monsters were born this way.

Now when so many awful things happen
So close together it’s obvious something is
Wrong…That a dark force is out to break
Your spirit…so you keep going…

The stress levels sky rocketed.
The father came home from the hospital,
Due to a lack of funds…The boy was forced to
Be the family nursemaid for him…

His unstable nature was to say the least
Unpleasant for the family, no one wanted
To care for him…But the cowardly selfish
Boy did it…and the housework, since the
Mother had to work…as did his sister.

The pitiful friend who stayed with them
Spent most of the time in bed crying
Because her family abandoned her…

The boy played nurse to a crippled man
Who needed constant attention…

Endless speeches and lectures were given on
How to cope…Basically, don’t complain, you’re
Not allowed to speak, only listen. Do as you
Are told. Others come first…Somehow in
This chaos hell the victims become lost…
Who is really suffering? Who hurts the most?
Guilt is typically laid upon the one
Who started it all…of course…

If things could just have been a little different…
If people had been kinder…
These things only attract the attention
Of higher forces…both good and bad…

For those paying attention…it becomes
Clear when things like this happen…
That something is watching everything.

Bad things kept happening to those
Around this boy every time he grew upset…
It started every time
Someone continued to hurt him…or give him
Guilt or awful lectures, bad things
Happened to them…Something had to be
Doing it, it was too much too fast. The
Summer was insane.

By the end of the summer, the family was
RAW…tension was indescribable…Everyone
Was suffering in some way, you have to
Know that. But everyone has feelings, hurts,
And has problems. You must always respect
That…You don’t know what someone else
Is going through, what kind of day they are
Having…how they woke up that morning…
Were they sick? Called names? Hit?
How close are they…to the edge…

Weigh all those things and getting through
Just one day…one day at a time is pure

So what happens next…September comes,
And the boy starts college…perfect.
No stress levels there. Freshman year, hurray!

College is not a place for adults…It’s
A place where egos grow…Kids party
And work…And a whole new set of
Rules are carved into your soul by who-
Ever teaches the class…Much like any
New job.

Freshman are terrified enough. Can you
Imagine how a shattered soul feels
Starting college after a summer of hell?
But the college professors were…so
Amazingly different…One is awesome
And fun…while the next is the
Most arrogant piece of garbage you
Have ever met in your life…

The worst advice he ever heard
Was preached to him by his preceptor…
His work was poor from the start…
If you can’t focus on your work, you’re
Wasting their time…They don’t care about
Your personal problems in college…or in
Life, you keep your personal problems to
Yourself and do your work…that’s what
Life is…HA.

For the record…No one does this…It is
Impossible, especially for young people, to
Leave their problems at home…Everyone
Carries their problems with them wherever
They go…That’s why the world is screwed
Up. It’s normal.

The best thing you can do is be kind
As much as you can…hoping that it helps
Someone…that you don’t hurt them, so
They won’t hurt you…so maybe
You break the awful endless chain
Of events of pain or anguish out there…

And it you’re going to break or feel
That you might…Please, don’t listen
To some jerk out there giving you a
Speech or guilt trip…You have to survive…
And I know it’s hard, but you have to be
Kind in this world…or it will kill you…

Now, the details have been set enough…
For the story here…of
The Red Light in the Sky…

This is hard to write…I’m sorry for the
Broken words, they’re pulling it out of my
Head; it is buried deep enough.

September for the freshman boy was brutal…
The summer of hell never seemed to end…
The lectures, the chores, the work, the guilt
Trips…it never ended…Much like high school
And his former fat years…there was no escape…
At home or school there was no escape,
The criticism was just different; more personal
At home and more blind at school…

But you keep your mouth shut, and keep going…

One blessing was he bought himself a batch
Of baby chicks that he ordered from a hatchery
Catalog that summer…He had always wanted
Them, so that was his graduation gift to himself.
Lame yes, I know…but he loved animals…His
Family always had a lot of pets and they had
Given many pets over the years…But by far
Those baby chicks were the best…so small
And helpless and fun to care for. Animals don’t
Judge, and are always the best friends you’ll
Ever have…They were his retreat…to sit outside
At the chicken coop with the little birds to
Watch them peck and scratch and play with
Them…You should try it, it’s very fulfilling…

Anyway…early October came…
A lot of stress had built in the house
With the friend, a Jennifer, that stayed with them…
She had sort of worn out her welcome,
Not of her own doing exactly but mostly
Due to the influence of friends who
Kept encouraging her independence…Instead
Of telling her to respect some house rules
Of living in the house they kept telling
Her to be her own person and write her
Own rules…which was fine if she was living
On her own, but she wasn’t.

I need to point out here, that when you’re young
You tend to have friends for random reasons…
Friends that live close-by, neighbors, friends
You’ve known since grammar school, and
Then friends you really like and connect with…
When you combine a group like this you
Have a menagerie of personalities…both good
And bad…It takes years to figure out
Sometimes how to choose friends…

In this case, there were a lot of spoiled rotten
Little girls whose parents indulged their every
Whim, never taught them right or wrong
Thus creating these little monstrous princesses
Who saw themselves as women of the
World…women who demanded and insisted
Respect, endless rewards and attention
And criticized everything…
They frequently preached women’s rights,
As spoiled girls often do…meaning
They work as little as possible, wear a
Lot of gold…and spend most of their
Time chasing boys and complaining they
Can’t get the cute boys they want.

Not all of them were that bad, but you
Get the idea…

One girl, at 19, inherited her grandmother’s
Small lagoon-front home…and took up her
Independence there…without parents. She held
All the parties at her house, mostly
Drinking…boys, girls…and wild types…you
Know the ones…

The friend Jennifer’s father had decided to
Take his daughter back…and they would
Work out their family problems…so all the kids
Had a sort of farewell party for her…

The party…
For the boy, he had just had the worst
Day of college yet…with his preceptor
Bringing him into her office for her critical
Review of his work…it was poor, what
Was he doing in school, blah blah…
The whole inconsiderate speech of leave
Your personal problems at home, be an adult,
Etc…It was sickening…

That night…a Friday night party, at the
Party girl’s house…The kids were drinking…

There were basically two types of kids
There…The pampered princesses…aka: chubby
Little fancy dressed girls who flirted and
Talked dumb endlessly, talked highly about
Themselves, gossiped, drank…in other words,
The boys ignored them because they were
Bitchy, spoiled and looked like trolls; their words.

And then there were the wild boys…The rebels,
The ones that dressed in leather, always
Partied, ran with the fast crowd, worked at
Either gas stations or labor jobs…talked dirty,
Talked big…were popular with girls…
In other words, they basically wanted to get
Drunk and get laid…

There were a few other types…The college boy,
A few of his friends from school, the Jennifer,
His sister…and of course one of his friends—
One of the prettiest girls all the guys wanted
But never got because all she ever wanted was
Presents and to talk about herself.

It was quite a mix.
At the party the boy kept trying to drink,
But the beer was awful, the alcohol burned…He
Didn’t understand how people drank this stuff…
So he basically spent most of the time off
To the side smoking quietly talking with a
Few of his more reasonable friends…

Just a note…since he had lost the weight
From school he attracted more of the
Better looking friends…It wasn’t a plan,
It just happened. And they were just friends.

A small group of them moved outside to
Talk to get away from drinking just to
Talk…Jennifer was there, Veronica…
The boy…and a couple of the spoiled rotten
Little princesses that boys had awful names for,
We’ll call them Hetti and Liza…

They were wishing Jennifer good luck
For when she left…when someone
Noticed the night sky…It was crisp and
Clear and cold…so beautifully lit up…
But there was something strange. A red light.
A red star? They kept staring at it.

There was something wrong with it, off about it.
They had never seen it before. Someone
Suggested it was a satellite or something, then
It was gone. That was weird.

Then Hetti and Liza started complaining, again
As they often did…why the boys weren’t paying
Any attention to them…The boys ought to
Be grateful to have girls like them you
Know, they had so much to offer, so much
Love and caring and wonderful company,
Blah, blah, etc. etc…

Boys ran from these girls. In fact they
Scared them away.

So one of them, Hetti first, then Liza…who
Was very round and loved to devour entire
Packages of cheese…Cracker Barrel logs, the
Big ones, but that’s not important…They turned
To the boy and started flirting with him badly…

So Hetti asks about his friends, the good looking
Ones…Do they hang out? Could he fix them up?
How did he ever become friends with them? One
In particular was so cute they said…
How in the world did they ever become friends?
They kept marveling at how great looking his
Friends were…and he was so, you know…not…

So then Veronica and Jennifer were horrified
At the offensive nature of the comments…
“How could you say that to him?”

One in particular, Hetti and Liza said, was
Gorgeous… “He must be a wonderful human
Being to be friends with someone like you.”

Everyone froze silent. Jennifer was disgusted,
Veronica was disgusted. “How in the hell could
You say something like that to him? Do you have
Any idea how rude that is?” They said angrily.

The boy just froze. Numb. Something snapped.

The girls argued back and forth…It grew worse
And worse…The egos these two spoiled girls
Had…They couldn’t see their error… “What
A beautiful human being he must have been to be friends
With someone like you…” It just kept going…

Liza and Hetti of course had no idea most guys
Wouldn’t even talk to them because they thought
They were the foulest creatures on Earth. But
These two girls had such monstrous egos…they
Never saw the error in their thinking…In
Fact they argued all night…

That was the moment he snapped, the
Night went on…The girls kept fighting,
The kids kept drinking…
Forever burned into his mind…
“He must be such a wonderful human
Being to be friends with someone like you.”

“He must have such a beautiful soul to
Be friends with you.”

“How did you two ever become friends in
The first place?” Lots of laugher there.

“Oh don’t be jealous now. We’re just being
Honest. Don’t be a baby.”

That was it, done, over. The ropes snapped,
The tide came in and swallowed everything…
And he curled up and died inside. Months of
Hell built up to that…that was enough…
He shut down…and everything became
Robotic…The night faded…and he went
Home…Jennifer left the next day…But it wasn’t
Her…You have to understand it had
Nothing to do with her really…Everyone was
Sad to see her go, it was a strained goodbye…
She had been lost…a bit of hard personality
At times…but they really felt sorry for her…

But it was those kids, those awful spoiled girls…
Months of nothing but tormented emotions
Something had to break…it was inevitable.

And that red light in the sky…
Where did it come from? It had never been
There before…or had it? Suddenly it was there
Every night at the same time.
Time just became something else…like there was dark
Eerie music playing all the time.
Everything became tainted with flashbacks
Of hard memories, memories he had blocked
Or forgotten…The recent months of hell…
The torment at home…The endless verbal abuse…
The whining and complaining of everyone…
Of being forbidden to speak, everything bottled up…

The shadows that moved on their own, jumped into
People’s bodies…That dark presence that loomed
That no one noticed. Everyone was so immersed
In their own worlds…Of constantly being told
He had to grow thicker skin, toughen up…
Be strong, be a man…In small towns, old style
Families…the advice is really brutal.

Plain and simple most people give bad advice, they
Merely repeat words and phrases they were told
By their parents or heard on television or on the
Radio, they never listen, they mimic…and when
It comes to comforting they want to offer it very
Briefly and as easily as possible to others…yet
Want hours of attention when it comes to themselves.
That really needs to STOP.

The red light in the sky was haunting. Every
Night he found himself standing out there late
At night in the freezing cold October nights
Staring at it, like it was talking to him or
Something. And each night it grew worse…
The feelings heavier, the numbness…until it
Didn’t matter…

The red light in the sky…he knew that light.
What they were…It was too much.
So he took one of the half-empty wine bottles
From the refrigerator…a left over from some earlier
Drinking party at his house when his parents
Weren’t home…poured out the wine…and
Smashed it on the bricks outside the porch…
It was like a trance…staring at the red light…

All he ever heard were their voices…The girls
From the party…What a beautiful human being
His friend was to be friends with someone like
Him…How worthless was he? My God.
The endless complaints and lectures of the
Summer…The nightmare of graduation day,
The group of boys who acted like they were
Possessed that just…evilly mauled him…of
His grandmother’s speech of how selfish he was
Of how his graduation meant nothing…Just
Hurry up and finish school, do your chores, be a
A good boy and take care of grandma…His
Father’s accident…No, no you can’t have a
Job this summer, he needs full time care…
We can’t afford a nurse so you stay home and
Take care of him while mom works to support
The family. The constant lectures that everyone
Else was suffering far worse than anyone so
Just don’t feel sorry for yourself will you and
Quit complaining…I know life is hard right now,
But there’s nothing that can be done about it
So just deal with it.

It was too much. That dark force whatever
It was I swear had planned the whole thing…

He remembered the last peaceful memory…
Of that dream he told his grandmother about
In the Russian prison camp…of being shot, of the
Sky opening up full of light and singing…sweet
Beautiful singing…

Holding the stem of the broken wine bottle tight
In his hand he stared at the red light in
The sky…and cried, and without thinking
Slashed fast and hard with the thick
Broken glass at his left arm…fast and
Hard for deep quick gashes…over and over
Until he started shaking…and then he
Switched hands and did the same to the right…
Fast and hard deep cuts, slashes, gashes…
Until his arms were warm and wet then
Stung from the freezing cold air…

It didn’t hurt, it just grew colder and
Colder until he felt dizzy…And the world spun…
And the red light in the sky pulsed…
He felt weak and dropped the wine stem…
Looked down and everything was red…red, red, red…

Dizzy and drifting he wandered aimlessly
Back into the house, everyone was fast asleep…
He went to his room to go to bed…praying
It would be a permanent sleep…
But when he got to his room, he laid
Down on the bed crying…The world spun…He
Drifted off for a little while…
And then…maybe an hour or two later…
He suddenly woke, wide awake, sat up…
He was soaked in blood, half-dried…
The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt were
Shredded and red; it had been previously
Been a pale pin-stripe gray.
But he was wide awake, really wide awake!
Too wide awake. He was confused…okay what
So nervously he pulled up his shirt sleeves…
There was nothing there…NOTHING.
The skin was covered with dried blood, but
The skin was fine, perfectly healthy,
Unmarked…He went to the bathroom
And washed up…but there was nothing there.
The skin was totally fine. Not even the finest,
Tiniest mark of a scratch!
But he remembered what he did…saw
All the blood. So what happened?
Everything was soaked!

Nervous, panicked and shaken he went to
Bed for the strangest night’s sleep ever…
The next morning he awoke…was it a dream?
The memory was very clear, all of it…
He saw his arms in the morning light, felt his wrists…
All good! All clean! All fine!
And there beside the bed was the pile of
Clothes…he examined them…The shirt was
Shredded, the sleeves stained with blood…
So were the pants…
What the hell happened?

He freaked out, grabbed the shirt and pants
And put them in a plastic bag no one could
See through then went and buried them at
The bottom of the garbage can outside…
It couldn’t have happened, it couldn’t have!

All day long there was this bizarre sensation,
Like nothing was right. He said nothing to
Anyone…no one noticed anything, they never did!

And all day long periodically he kept
Wondering did it happen? Then he would go
And check the garbage can…yup, the bag
With the bloody clothes was there!
What happened?

Tortured and confused…everything was twisted
A sinister sensation feeling filled the day,
And the overwhelming guilt of not knowing
What to do. He wanted it OVER. What did he
Do wrong?

So the second night he waited for the red light
To appear in the sky…it did…
But this time he wore a white shirt…
And with some crazed sense of logic,
Lost desperation…He took another wine bottle…
Rolled up his sleeves…stared at the red light
In the sky angrily, then smashed the wine
Bottle on the rocks again like the night
Before to make a finely sharpened jagged
Broken wine stem…sharper than before…
(He had cleaned up the broken glass earlier,
From the night before…no one noticed, no one
Noticed anything.)
So he held the jagged broken wine bottle stem
Shaking hard…from the cold…from the fear…
From the panic, as he stared wildly at the red light.
He was really desperate and angry…
Something was screwing with him bad.
He held the broken glass blade tight, then
Slashed fast and hard at his left wrist…
The gash was powerful and blood
Poured out…

He shook in the cold as he watched it…
Then with absolute horror shook even
Harder as he watched the skin close over
And the bleeding stop. The cut disappeared
He cried and panted and repeated it…
Only to have the same thing happen
Again and again…A gash, a cut, the blood,
And the skin would close…completely
Like it never happened. He stared at the red light.

Terrified panic filled him…So he ran inside
To his room and sat on the bed crying…Then did it
Again…Fast and hard to his wrist…Again
The skin closed…though more slowly inside
This time. He started making random
Cuts, tore right through his jeans…he slit
His ankles…Then crawled in bed to
Go to sleep…Only to awake the next
Morning to bloody clothes and no cuts at all.

What the hell happened?
He cleaned it up…threw away the clothes…
With the others…And became lost,
Confused, terrified, sick, angry…

On the third night…crying out of desperation
Again…He moved this time to take
Razor blades…But something distinctly
Different happened…He was shaking, sweaty,
And nervous, and queasy…passed out, and
Was visited by a shadow…A dark, ominous
Thing that whispered… “What
Are you? What do we have here? Do it
Again…Let’s see what happens…”

But he never did it again…He was
Too terrified of the shadow…And terrified
He hid in the corner for years after
That…Afraid to move, to tell…for 26 years
He held that secret until now…

But the strangest things started happening
After that. That preceptor who lectured
About responsibility and life lessons…kept
Missing classes due to…personal

Those mouthy nasty girls lost their voices,

“Tell me why.” I asked Brishan.

But Brishan only watched me wide-eyed…
Then looked to Ceres and Varence.

“I told you he had to tell you this now.”
Varence only said…Then turned to Ceres…
“Interesting about this supernatural force
That…helped him, isn’t it?”

Ceres stared at him viciously, then
Quickly slapped him hard across the
Face; she really belted him too.

Rana was there…watching with this
Look of rage…As was Vala…I never
Saw them so angry.

Finally Brishan asked… “What is
Going on here?”

“Something they’re doing, have done,
Isn’t it? People have to be kind to
One another…because one day they’re
Going to make someone snap…the
Wrong one…and God knows what
They’re going to awaken…” I said.

“Tell them the rules have changed.”
Brishan told me…then watched his
Sisters…Ceres looked as though she
Was ready to explode.

“Go now,” Brishan said kindly, “We’ll
Talk again…another time. Rest. Be well.
But you tell them the rules have changed.”

The End of the Thunders.

PS: This series has ended and Valiant will be taking some necessary time off.
He will be re-posting some of his most poignant messages from the past, in the coming weeks, some with updated news!
We do expect him to come back with more messages….so stay tuned and be ever watchful out there!



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 24SEP2016


You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (24 September 2016) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships.You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: The Thunders…The Thunder Drums…Semper Fidelis…

*SONG* “Somewhere Out There” by Linda Rondstadt and James Ingram

The Call came quietly
But expected as always.
And there I was sitting in the chair
In the Circle of Light…
But it was distinctly different this time…

They sensed it, they sense everything.
The turbulence, the crazy intense
Emotional waves filling the air…
Everywhere. So as the hazy vision focused
Into the brilliant spectrum of the Circle’s
Light…The First one I saw was Brishan
Sitting calmly in a chair before me…
He was huge and impressive even sitting down.
But there was no stern disciplined expression
On his face this time…No, this time he
Appeared gentle, friendly. He smiled
And nodded and said, “Hello.”

I greeted him the same, in shock. Then
Noticed Varence and Ceres sitting in
Chairs beside him to my right.

Varence was proud and sat tall in his
Seat, a carefree confident expression
On his face. Typical.

Ceres sat with her legs crossed, smiling…
With a warm, charming delight about her.
She adjusted the thick wave of her sun-
Golden hair over her shoulder and seemed
Calm…yet elegantly ready for a sharp

Brishan leaned slightly forward toward me
And spoke…kindly like a friend, or brother.
“It’s getting very heavy down there, isn’t

He was obviously referring to the mood
Of the people… “You could say that, yes.”
I answered.

“Almost as if…” Brishan chose his words
Carefully, “A bubble has burst…and a
Torrent of emotional baggage was
Erupting from every corner…for no reason,
For every reason…The sensitivity is extreme.”

I laughed. “It feels like a cauldron
Boiling some mysterious mess.”

Brishan met my eyes firmly and spoke
Slowly. “Stay calm. Ignore it as best you
Can…and stay calm. You’ve done what
Was asked…Trust me, we will not forget.”

“What my brother means to say,” Ceres said
With a bit of glee, “is that this part…
Of your writing is nearly done. You have
This and one more to write of the Thunders
And then you will end it…take a rest
Before the next page begins.”

“Next part?” I asked.

“That will be entirely up to you.” Varence

I looked about their faces. “So what is this
Then…Where is the assembly?”

Brishan looked over his shoulder then back
To me… “Oh, they are here watching…
You will see them soon enough. For now,
Due to the nature of things, of this…we,
I, wanted to resolve this differently.”

I was curious. “How?”

“Relax.” Brishan said sitting back. The
Man was like some iconic, heroic living
Statue of muscle in his blue uniform with
His long blond hair to his waist. “Consider
This a friendly conversation, a review of things.”

“Ok.” I said.

“An interview…Between us,” Varence
Smiled, some sarcasm there, “and you.”

“Charming, Varence.” Ceres snapped. “How
Polite of you.”

“Well it is.” He said.

Ceres rolled her eyes. “He will no doubt
Inject plenty of his witty observations.”

“As will you.” He said to her with a sly grin.

“Only if you say something ridiculous.” She
Replied. “Which you will of course.”

Brishan held out his hand for them to be
Quiet. “If I may…” He waited for their
Cooperation before turning back to me. “The
World will continue to grow more unsettled…
Regardless of what the stars say. It is a
Cosmic response to time’s re-alignment. You
Must expect this.”

“Oh Joy.” I replied.

Brishan laughed at my reaction, he seemed
Entertained by me? “Just listen to me…
I would ask of you to continue to be
At your best, no matter what happens.
As has been asked of you…continue…
And I assure you, you will be pleasantly
Surprised. As will those who follow our

“Alright.” I was calm, but nervous.

He sensed this so he proceeded carefully. “There
Is no need to be nervous here, not ever
With us. Believe me?”


“Good.” He said. “Now…My sister, and
Our resident Chief Watchman here of many
Names…Have told me there is a story they
Would like you to tell me.”

“But you do not have to if you do not
Want to.” Ceres told me firmly. “Regardless,
It is alright if you do not.”

“Yes,” Varence responded fast and hard.
“He does…before we can proceed.”

“By your command?” Ceres snapped. “Because
You know best?”

“It is how it must be.” He only said coldly.

“Your tact,” she recoiled, “This mind you
Have with timing and resolution…Do you ever
Consider feelings at all?”

“You have more than enough laid words
Out for him to write that referred to them
Unkindly.” Varence laughed.

“I do not care what THEY think.” Ceres told
Him. “That…is your job.”

“My job?” He snapped back… “You had no
Part at all? Were you absent that I didn’t
See? I clearly heard your mouth, your
Protests often enough.”

“As deserved.” She said.

“If you had been but slightly kinder
Of their nature,” Varence gestured, waving
His hand before them, “Then maybe my
Stories wouldn’t have had to have weighed
So heavily so often.”

“Your stories?” Ceres laughed loud at him.
“You are the bearer of history? You made
The Earth? Are there grand monumental
Statues then of Apollo…of the mighty
Varence among them? Oh wait…that’s
Right…The Great Thinker…”

“That is not how it was to appear.” He said.

Ceres curled her lip, twirled her hair
Between her fingers…watching him. “I can
Only imagine what scheming thoughts you
Turned into their dreams over the years…
What secrets you shared like a light a
Candle of ideas…or striking some bolt of
Lightning upon some metallic conductor
For them to glimpse electricity…Were there
Geniuses of technology…Or a mysterious
Stranger’s guiding whisper; invisible hands
Urging them out of a dark age.”

“Must you criticize everything I do?”
Varence asked her. “Am I that
Offensive to you?”

She slowly turned to meet his eyes. “Are
You gambling for a kind answer? Should
I be polite or tell the truth?”

He frowned…but before he could speak
Brishan interrupted. “The two of you are
As a satire from poet’s story.
Have you ever agreed together?”

“Only on his silence.” She said.

“May I remind you, we have an
Objective here.” Varence said pointing his

“And that is?” She slyly asked.

“To share stories…To encourage their
Thought and free will, freedom.” He
Said fast. “To warn those who would
Listen of the threats…the secrets…the

“Not those talking Spaceballs again!”
She said shaking her head. “How many
Times must you say it…Even monkeys
Would understand those warnings. You
Act as if they blindly accept the concept
Of some mysterious giant travelling space-
Balls would actually dive upon the
Planet to rescue them. As if they are
That desperate to be rescued by anything
From space.”

“They are!” Varence insisted. “You have
Not watched them as I have, Ceres…”

“Oh please, that is ridiculous!” She said.

“Would you listen to me, please?” He said.

“That’s right,” Ceres replied rolling her eyes…
“How many times must we say this?
Giant Talking Genius Spaceballs are
Coming to rescue the great thinkers
Of Earth from their own mess…A
Menagerie of giant balls of imperial wisdom
Shall roll in upon a great table…
And then the great thinkers of Earth will
Take part in some ingenious ball game
I suppose…of striking at
Balls across a table with sticks to roll
Them about for sport…knocking at them
For competition…For what? To see
Who can strike as many ingenious
Balls for prizes…” she laughed. “Can
You imagine…All these wondrous balls
On a table…Spaceballs…Ha! Numbered
No doubt…And the winners then what,
Get rescued?”

Varence bit his curved lip…His expression
Betraying fearful thoughts as he watched
Me…I wanted to laugh so hard… “Your
Mind, Ceres…Balls on a table, sticks?”

“What?” She was irritated…Then studied
His face…then grew even more irritated.
“Don’t say it!”

“Pool!” I laughed.

“What is pool?” Ceres asked.

“It’s this game,” I told her, “Of balls
On a table…You use these sticks to hit the

“You are Joking!” She nearly yelled. “Please
Tell me you arte joking!”

Brishan was immensely entertained, but said nothing.

“Yes, Ceres,” Varence told her. “They
Have a game of sport like that…”

“How marvelously wonderful!” She retorted.
“How many versions of games with balls
Are there on this planet? Is there some
Ball them to everything? Do they
Attempt to look stupid deliberately then?
Do they see no obvious synchronicity?
The endless similarities
Are no clue? Are there apes and
Balls everywhere?”

“Ceres!” Varence scolded.

“So tell me then,” she said, “when and
If we are to go stroll upon the Earth…
What will attack us First…some hideous
Mutant band of flying cannibal monkeys
Or some ethereal floating balls of
Salvation preaching wisdom and promises
Of some game to play? Save me, oh joyful
Band of floating monkeys, the Spaceballs
Have come to condemn the beasts of Earth
And save us with their Ball-wisdom
And Ball-faith! The Spaceballs have
Come to save the world because the
Flying monkeys are too busy trying to
Hit each other with sticks! Maybe
They will hit one of the giant talking
Spaceballs by accident and the universe
Will explode and all life will be lost then!”

Varence held his tongue for as long as
He could. “She could go on for days this
Way, you know.”

Brishan chuckled at his sister, then turned to
Me with an arched brow seriously. “You have
Flying monkeys on your planet? I saw no
Such creatures in our observations?”

“In their theater.” Varence corrected as he
Touched his temple and winced. “She misunderstood.”

“Did you or did you not say they make
Productions of Apes that rule the world?”
She asked.

“It was a mockery!” Varence
Told her. “Fiction. You know this.”

“Still it reflects their obsession with balls
And apes.” Ceres emphasized as she
Swatted at the nuisance of the idea in
The air.

“They are that obsessed with these things?”
Brishan asked very seriously.

“No.” Varence only winced.

“YES.” Ceres immediately corrected. “Ask him
About how many ball themed sports they have.
They have brutal games to fight for the victory
Of balls!”

“They do?” Brishan asked.

“Ceres,” Varence pleaded, “You are straying
From the point.”

“No,” she defended. “I am making the point
Quite clear…Balls and Apes…It is
The main theme of their civilization.”

Varence groaned.
Brishan strained to grab at her words. “Balls…
And Apes?”

“First, they believe the human race is
Actually some evolved descendant of these
Bizarre flying monkey creations,” she told
Her brother, “Then…they preach salvation
From giant talking spaceballs…They
Are dangerous free thinkers. Can you
Imagine what other human worlds would
Say about this? The games alone…”

“I never said anything about flying monkeys,”
Varence snapped, “That was fiction. They
Do not believe they came from flying monkeys.”

“You said they believed in ape origins.” Ceres
Sharply replied. “You clearly told the
Assembly that!”

“Not with wings!” Varence explained.
“Just ordinary monkeys…The flying
Monkeys were make believe…from some
Theatrical tale they know as the Wizard of Oz.”

“Make believe.” Ceres repeated fast.
“Those are the key words. A make
Believe tale of intelligence, of origins, of
Sincerely dim-witted fascinations. And
Wizard? I suppose the wizards carry sticks
Too…Do they wave them about at make
Believe little balls or simply float off in
Them…fanciful colored orbs of magical lights…
No wait…I’m sure they must have grander
Purpose…perhaps to hurtle great balls of
Magnificence down alleyways to strike down
Targets of meaningless assembly for

“Like bowling?” I asked.
Varence’s eyes widened as though he would pop.
“Good Lord, Ceres…”

“Bowling?” She slowly dared to repeat. “Dare I
Inquire on that?”

Varence shook his head at me begging me
Not to tell her…But I had to, this was

“It’s a game,” I carefully told her, “Where
You take this weighted ball, roll it
Down this sectioned alley
To knock down these pins…It’s a sport.”

“Of course it is.” Ceres laughed, then
Shook her head wildly. “Could there
Possibly be any less expected at all.”

“Ceres!” Varence exclaimed.

“Is it really that bad?” Brishan

“It’s ludicrous.” She answered.

Brishan appeared at a loss for words.
“There are a lot of games with balls.” I told
Him… “Big and small for
Pleasure…like bowling, pool and ping pong,
And some with machines…pinball
…just for fun.”

“Seriously?” Ceres was horrified. “There’s more?
Oh the surprises never cease to end!”

“No serious course of words can
Be pursued now.” Varence protested. “Ceres
Has thrown them all to the wind.”

“Come now,” Brishan said with
Reason, “It cannot be that bad.”

“I’m afraid to speak anything at all,” Ceres
Said. “Anything I imagine only becomes
Their loud reality.”

“Did I not tell you how impossible she
Can be to reason with in these discussions?”
Varence said to Brishan. “She has her mind set.”

Brishan frowned. “Perhaps I should lead—“

“Me?” Ceres said crossly. “You are
Blaming me for this absurdity. Do
You not see how ridiculous this all

Brishan held up his hand for their silence.
“Please…We need to find the reason here…”

“Let us just ask for his opinion.” Ceres
Said nodding at me. “Do people as you
Know them…believe the human race came
From apes?”

I was afraid to answer… “We are taught
That in school…”

“Ah ha!” Ceres exclaimed. Varence grimaced.
“And…” Ceres went on, “Are there not
Numerous ball-themes on your world?”

“There are.” How could I say no?

“Are there, or are there not…ape themed
…movies you call them?” Ceres asked.

“There are.” I answered.

She held out her hands wide to gesture
The obvious. “There you have it.”

“What?” Varence arched his brow. “No
Point has been made by this, only your

“Then what point are you trying to make
With all of this Mental Magician?” She
Leaned towards him sarcastically. “That they
Are far beyond the behavior of animals?
No animal delights in the endless sport
Or obsession with balls…And the very
Nature of apes or monkeys…is primal,
Carnal, even war-like…”

“There are those that do raise themselves
Beyond and above animal behavior.” He said.

“Do not use him or the 5 as examples,” she
Said, nodding to me, “We are referring
To the majority and what they covet.”

Brishan nodded. “This is true, with
Regards to the nature of what we know…
We must consider what the chief goal
Of this world is truly…not what they
Talk about…but how they truly live…
Their actions…if help is to be considered
In the future…their actions speak louder
Than words.”

“All worlds exhibit the same basic
Obsession.” Varence directed. “It is how they
Rise above it that determines the true
Evolution of a society.”

She was shocked. “This statement…coming
From you? The adolescent jester of school…
The ever sarcastic, riddle-some brat that
Tormented education with his pranks?”

“I have grown, my Dear.” He told her
Calmly, “Over time…events have shaped
Me…watching…observing with the restrictions
Of not being able to interfere does force one
To process, feel and grow.”

A pause of settled agreement.
“I will accept your answer there.” She

“Finally,” Varence smiled, “we progress
To peaceful dialogue.”

Ceres smiled. “Oh I am sure you will
Disrupt it soon enough. Shall I start

He curled his lip then looked to Brishan. “Maybe
You should address the point here.”

Brishan smiled at the two of them. “You
Two make quite the pair.”

Ceres held her breath. “Oh please.”

“What point is it you wish to make?” I
Asked them then…waiting to write it.
They watched me slowly before continuing…

“There is one final story you need to write
For the Thunders.” Varence said with his
Eyes heavily, but thoughtfully on me.


“You know the one I refer to…” He said
Slowly. “The one I have been wanting
You to write for months.”

“That?” Ceres looked away rolling her eyes.
“You are unbelievable.”

I swallowed. “Oh.”

Brishan watched me. “They say I need to
Hear it?”

“They do?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “That’s why I am here…
That is one of the reasons the assemble
Has come.”

“Oh gee, no pressure there.” I told them.

“You make me curious why you will not
Tell it?” Brishan said.

“He needs to.” Varence said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you do.” Varence said in a tone
I cannot describe.

“They say I need to hear this before
We can further vote on Nibiru.” Brishan

“I don’t see why.”

“There are countless stories still to share,”
Ceres said softly, “Why must he say this

“Because it is how it must be.” Varence
Explained firmly. “It is crucial…if not
Critical to the Thunders, this entire manner
Of out intent here…for those that read
And assume to know…for those that
Rabidly search to find their own answers…
They find their own purpose in reading
Others’ stories…This is how it is done…This
Is how it has always been done…It has
To happen…now.”

“You and your timing.” She sighed.

“He has listened to others long enough.” Varence
Stated. “And quite honestly so have I…
Remember our discussion earlier about those
Who have been silent for too long? The ones
Who need to speak now…because others
Need to speak less and listen more.”

“You are speaking too wisely, Varence.” Ceres
Told him. “You are making me nervous.”

Brishan smiled. “Ah, a breakthrough comes.
I am even more curious now.”

“May I ask a question first?” I asked.

“Of course.” Brishan said.

“What is the importance of the pictures?”
I asked. “About the photos I mean…the
Projects…The artwork…The paintings, and
The drawings? Do you know why the
Artwork has importance…now?”

“I thought you knew.” Brishan said
With regards to the Angel’s gift.

“The significance has changed over time, over
The last sixteen years.” I told him, of
Valiant. “It’s never lost its power. It always
Serves its purpose. I’m talking about…
Ceres’s drawing…that I posted. Was it as
You wished?”

“What does he mean?” Ceres asked. “My drawing?”

Brishan arched his head inquisitively.
“I asked him to share one of his drawings,”
Varence explained, “that he drew …of Ceres…
With his writing…A special drawing.”

“Yes, that and—“ I began…

“You did what?” Ceres snapped.

“One of the drawings he did of you,”
Varence smiled slyly… “One in particular…

“Why is a drawing of me so important?”
Ceres asked.

“To prove a point.” Varence said.

“And that would be?” She was not happy.

“Of how your words could move mountains…
One day.” He answered.

“What does that mean?” Ceres asked. “Just
What is it that you are doing?” She thought
Fast. “Oh you want them to leer at me to
Prove your point?”

Brishan was defensive. “I am curious myself
What your intent is with my sister in this?”

Varence smiled. “Rest your defenses…it is
Not as you think…Well, it is what you
Think…It is NOT just because of how
They are influenced by appearances…
It is because of what he did to the

Brishan and Ceres were confused…They
Looked at him, looked at me… “What
Did he do to the…drawing?” She asked.

Varence laughed, the sneak. “Ask him.”

Ceres looked at me curiously. “What did
You do to it?”

“It’s no ordinary drawing.” I confessed.
“Not like the others…It’s a bit more…
Special…It has something only a few of
My art pieces have.”

Silent confusion…

Varence laughed louder. “You see…
He knew how minds work…one of his
Life lessons…So he enchanted it with
A little gift.”

“Oh?” Brishan wondered.

Ceres seemed intrigued.

“You have to see it,” Varence smiled, “It’s
Quite remarkable really.” He chuckled.
“Tell them.”

“To leer at that drawing would not be
A very good idea at all.” I confessed… “If
Someone looks at it…The wrong way…
Certain repercussions will follow. That’s all
I will say.”

Ceres was intrigued. “What…:”

“From Valiant…Charmed, Enchanted…
Sincere and True…Magic, Music…These
Things it will do, Respect…For if not…
Eyes of the Dark Heart fall upon it…
Of some twisted, lurid fantasy…
The eyes will blind and burn and
Minds will fry…until their own dark side
Destroys them. Sort of like…A sweet
Blessing for the true of heart…Or
Sweet poison for those lacking a heart.”

Ceres smiled, even laughed a little.
“You did this from the light in your
Head for me?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Thank you.” She was utterly flattered.

Brishan too was pleased. “A thoughtful gift…
I see he has learned a few things…”

“Somehow I doubt the influence came from
The Master of Riddles here,” Ceres said,
Nodding at Varence. “His charms are
Usually more cruel and intrusive.”

“Thank you for the considerate words,”
Varence laughed, “But I told you I study
All of his communications…as per our

“And what did they say about this drawing?”
Ceres asked, then thought fast and held her
Words. “Wait, I do not need to know, I
Can imagine.” She eyed Varence wickedly.
“So how did they react to the artwork he
Did of you?”

“I have never posted artwork of Varence.” I told

“Why not?” Brishan frowned.

“All of my artwork of Varence that I did
Over the years disappeared from my portfolio…
Along with some other drawings.”

“Oh…” Ceres sighed with a smile. “Of course…
The Trickster spares himself that

“They cannot know what I look like.”
He said.

“Because of your dream-walking I
Presume.” Brishan replied quickly.

“Yes.” Varence answered.

“Why?” Ceres pursued.

“I am waiting for the right time.” He said.

She rolled her eyes. “Your timing schemes
Are growing more annoying. Or are you
Safe guarding yourself for when the gate

“Gate?” I had to ask.

“Now that the Watchers restrictions have been
Lifted,” Brishan explained, “We will be using
Our…resources to open gateways…Somewhat
Like how we communicate with our contacts
In the counsel.”

“Does this mean passages to Earth?” I
Had to ask…

“More importantly to the Free Worlds of
The Counsel. Very few are aware of us.”
Brishan said… “But there will be…some
Excursions to Earth, that is all that I can
Say. Much has changed now that the
Re-alignment of time has been established.”

“Is that why things here feel especially
Hard right now?” I asked.

“Yes.” Brishan answered. “And that will
Continue, at least until…your month of…
November, and the Leonids.”

“They will be brighter…stronger, more
Important this year.” I said.

“Yes.” Brishan nodded, his eyes and
Expression saying that’s all I should write.
He smiled.

“Are you going to help me then?” I said
To him… “You know what I mean.”

“Yes.” He answered. “But, you have to tell
Me the story first…”

A pause…groans…

“You have to…it is important.” Varence said.

“You keep insisting,” Ceres seemed to growl
At him, “It’s making ME want to slap you.”

“Would YOU rather review his contacts then?”
Varence asked her with wide eyes and a sarcastic

“You KNOW how I feel about THAT.” She

“You need to be more polite with them.”
Varence insisted more firmly. “Especially with
Regards to our future plans.”

“I do not care what they think
About me.” Ceres shook her head and
Crossed her arms.

“Ceres…” Varence replied slowly with a long
Drawn out tone.

“Say it again and I will ask Rana to do it.”
She snapped. “And you are more than
Encouraged to temper her reactions with
THEM. Ha!”

I could hear Rana somewhere in the background
Making comments…The words…I cannot
Write down.

“Oh just write down what she said,” Ceres
Smiled cleverly. “Let them be nervous.”

“NO.” Varence persisted. “Do not write it down…
It appears bad enough already.”

Brishan waved his hand for them to be silent.
“Enough.” He looked at me sharply but kindly.

“Will you tell me the story they have

“About the red light in the sky?”

“Yes.” Brishan nodded. “Will you tell me?”

“It’s just hard, it brings back an
Avalanche of memories.” I told him.

Some silence before he went on. “You are
Worried what they…the eyes and ears out there
Will think? Say?”

I nodded.

“I told you that you push too much.” Ceres
Said to them.

Brishan leaned towards me. “We will be
Here for you.”

“You must not worry about what others
Think.” Varence said. “It holds you back.
And it holds others back who have been
Quiet for too long.”

“That’s easy for you,” I told them, “You
Are all perfect. You look perfect, you’re
All brilliant, confident, polished…”

“We are not perfect.” Brishan laughed.

“We struggle with things too.” Ceres
Confessed tenderly. “We do.”

Varence nodded fast. “Ceres
In particular struggles with terrible verbal
Behavior. Do you see how offensive she is?”

“Must you ruin everything with your bratty
Wit?” She snapped at him.

“Surely some will agree of the offense.”
He laughed.

“Oh terribly wounded little monkeys.” She
Laughed. “Their light bulbs of virtue will burst
So painfully they will forget to scratch
Themselves or chase imaginary balls
Of enlightenment. I am sure they will
Find sticks and stones to play with.”

“Sticks and stones?” Varence teased her.
“That is your wordplay now?”

“Oh go scratch a monkey will you already!”
She snapped at him.

“I don’t scratch monkeys. I
Only whisper in their ears.” He said in
That mocking tone. “Remember?”

Ceres appeared ready to scream. “Then
Tell them a bedtime story of your
Wondrous adventures, of balls and things
Falling from the sky of Man of Many names.”

“Many names?” He frowned at her.

“Oberon?” She teased. “Have you forgotten
I am Titania, the Great Breast Woman!”

“Will you ever forgive that?” He said.
“I told you already that was not my

“Perhaps when the monkeys loose those
Books.” She reacted fast and harsh.

“Fine…” He started to say when…

“Enough.” Brishan held out his hands.
“You embarrass me!” Another silent
Pause as he stared at me. “I think
Your people need to know that their
Perceptions of us…of nine Earth
Visitors, need to be…re-evaluated.”

“They won’t understand, Brishan.”
Ceres laughed wildly.

Brishan scowled at them, then
Calmly went on. “Alright, I will tell
You the story…just not this time,
Honestly I think you’ve entertained them

“Fine then.” Brishan said. “The
Next message and last of the Thunders
Will be the story then…Our time
Together now has been spent…I
Will look forward to it.”


“Just remember, my friend,” Varence
Said… “Things are different now.”

“That’s right.” Ceres added. “Oberon here,
Has decreed it so. We will be here
Watching…waiting…and listening.”

“Rest now and stop writing.” A
Strong unfamiliar voice said.



Star Child: Waking Up an Avatar

It appeared in front of me, a small shining light dancing in a blue sky. I wondered what it was? Almost immediately an answer came into my mind, “I am a starchild, as are you, but you are cloaked.”

I wondered at my thought.

“No need to wonder. It’s me sending thoughts to you. I am Rom.”

“What are you?” I asked.

“I am a starchild; an independent and free intelligence; a mind. I am an unveiled,organized thinking energy being. I am what is at the heart of all self-aware conscious beings: Thinking energy. Do any of those work for you?”

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 17SEP2016

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (17 September 2016) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships.You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: The Thunders…Thunder Drums…The Prophetic Verses…


*SONG* The Diva Mix by Rita Noel from the movie “The Fifth Element”

From the mind’s eye I see.
By the Magic Box of the Lines and Light,
The Angel’s Box, the Chords, choir…
The Choir, the Voices and Language
Of Heaven…The Blinding Light that sees…
Build the Rainbow Bridge
To find and sit within the Circle of Light…

Salvation’s Circle…The comfort of friends
Outside of time, measureless, the In-Between…
The Hidden…to find them there…
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I found them there…

Will someone help me please, they answered.
They were waiting, always waiting
To be found…
So here we are.

Varence, of the Watchers came first,
And then Ceres…his companion…
And then the others, the sisters,
And many more until it was an assembly
Of all of them…hidden for so long…
Outside of time.

The Watchers…beyond flesh, beyond blood,
Yes, they are real…They look like us,
Can talk like us, they can speak many
Languages…They can go anywhere,
See anywhere…The Watchers…
Higher than the mountains, higher than
The sky…The stars are beneath their feet,
Yet Heaven soars above their heads…
They are beyond mortal perception…

The Circle of Light…
“Say my name and I am here for you,
My friend.” Varence says…arriving, standing
There in a crisp white-clean shirt, dark
Pants…tall, handsome…very human,
But those pearly eyes and large pupils
Of his betray that he is much more.
“You are getting good at this. You’re
Making me proud.” He turns to her as
She arrives. “Isn’t he?”

Glamoursly, flawlessly beautiful, she joins
His side…Her sun gold hair over her shoulder,
The fiery ice blue flame glowing in
Her eyes…She’s smiling. “Did I not tell you?
Did I not tell you countless times? No, you
Searched far and wide and long through
Suffering ancient red-skinned tribes
Before your eyes opened to him.” She
Smiled at me, I really liked that. “I knew
It all along.”

Varence half-laughed, then smiled at me
Too. “She’s right…I confess. But I see
It now and will re-affirm it as many
Times as I have to…” He sighed but
Kept smiling. “So now it comes to this…
Here we are…I told you I would ask
A lot…But I know you can do it. You’ve
Come this far…”

Ceres lowered her brow with a
Bewitching smile. “Just let it flow
Freely now…And if anyone challenges,
Doubts or questions you…Ignore them.”

“Yes,” Varence intensely agreed. “True
Enough. Let it flow…Spare no time…
I’m talking to Valiant now.”

Vala then appeared…humming…ready for
Anything… “And now it’s time for the Hour
Glass.” She held it high to show how
High the sands move in all directions… “This is
How it is, must be, will be, shall
Be…the sands of time…
All things are measured this way…
The Fates know this, decree it so…
It cannot be broken or changed…
Those arrogant enough to puppet time
Play no strings with pawns, though
They think they do…they surely do…
The truth is as it has always been,
What will be, will be”

“Now,” Vala hummed her guiding siren’s
Song…no witch nor seer nor sorcerer
Of mortal Earth bound flesh could match her…
“Now,” she hummed, “write these verses…
That they begged for…They asked and
Wanted to know it…so here it is…
And let them carry on however they wish
About it…Fools will argue with vexed
Doubt, the mocking minds of skeptics…
They’re everywhere you know…

“The skeptics exist on every level,
On every world and dimension…
They are not evil, nor minstrels
Of sarcastic advocates…They serve their
Purpose…to raise doubts in those without
Faith…That is their way…
For the Intuit, for those with faith
In mind heart and soul; no skeptic can
Sway them…or slay them,
They will at best delay them—the chosen.
For the rest…who search and never
Know…The skeptic will always keep
Them from finding the lighted path…

“Oh yes, they will all cry… ‘But I want
To know, I want to find my way in this
Dark journeyed road of life! So tell me!
Tell you? Guide your eyes and mind
Without learning? Hand you the prize
Without taking the test? What a
Worthless reward it would be then…
And what a spoiled rotten brat would
They become…Tell you without learning?
Ha! Then close the book of life and
Know this…You have all you deserve
To know…So go play another game then
And lay down your arms to be but
A pawn of those that would learn.

“Because if you want it all so easily
You’re in for a rude awakening.
The learning never stops. The tests
Never stop…There is always a higher
Path to follow, a higher peak to reach…

“The only bliss you will ever know
Is that contentment which defeats unrest…
When one finally says I’ve had
Enough and can rest with comfort
Without boredom.

“Boredom is the devil in disguise…
The recklessness waiting to play
And find trouble…and it certainly
Will find you…

“This is how you know who you are,
What you are…By the path that
You follow and your interests…

“Some know it from the day they
Are born, and recite it in verses and
Daydreams their whole lives…
Lost to time, by troubled trials of youth
And temptation…few ever surpass
That melodrama…It’s a tantrum they
Play their entire lives…
The child guided by their peers…
Over and over through decades,
Endless years of the child…A wanton
Youth in search of petty pleasures…
Sex, drugs and rock and roll…
That is why adults are so envious
Of children, and children endlessly
Attempt to be adults…They are one
In the same…A sixteen year old
Forever…A senior citizen teenager…
Singing the same song their whole
Life…Never really learning, they just
Pretend to.

“Tell me! Tell me what I want to know!
Ask a thousand questions…A thousand
Different answers…each gets the same
Reply…one worthy of the one asking…
What are you? Where are you going?
You decided this morning who you want
To be. Happy now?

“Ah,” Vala hummed, “Now Valiant…
With whom I speak…The wise will
And the impatient will grow
Increasingly frustrated…You’re playing
Games with me…Of course I will tell
You, share with you some things…
Scattered here and there…Timely…But
We must get you thinking first…

“Stop wasting time! My time is too
Precious…Well then, pause, take your
Time and come back later…The thing
About reading is…You can do that, pause,
Any time you like. Or read it over and
Over again…Especially those words with
Magic…They sure get trapped inside
Your head, don’t they?

“Some have it, some don’t…The best are
Leaders and share it openly in the front…
The worst copy it, mimic it…stamp it
As their own by collecting it from others
And claiming it as their own…
It’s always theirs when they’ve collected it
From someone else, didn’t you know?
That’s why they never move forward.
But then, that’s who they are, that’s
How they serve their purpose…
So there you have it, for some, that’s
Who they are. Sound familiar?

“This is building up to something of
Course.” Vala hummed. “The powers of
The mind are vast…Thought patterns
Play a key role in rising above it
All…” She paused, swept her
Honey colored hair over her shoulders,
Her eyes beaming, then smiled. “Now
Valiant, my student…share with them
The verses that will resound through

The fire in the Flood of things will
Cry out from across the lands, and that
Sea will only grow…wider more
By rain and storm reflecting troubled
Emotions in those lands…
A deluge of sorrow for the sad…
An endless wave of calamities
For the chaos it finds there…
The waters of intuition will flow
To wash the troubles away until
They see the Earth doesn’t want

The Elements are Free now…
And the planet will use them in
Full force at every whim.

Fire and Ice, the seasons’ favorite
Weapons…The heat of
Summer to brew the moods to
Come…The heat to boil, bake or fry…
To push the limits for the test…

In the End times, of the Darkest Hour,
The First tests will fall upon
The Most precious…Those in love…
Love and friendships will find the
Greatest tests…Both blessings and true
Colors will be revealed…it will be liberating…
It will be heart warming…
And it will be a nightmare…
But they won’t see it happen until it’s
Long past done…Of who did what and
When…Ego will drive the eyes first…
And only later will they see
What was done and by then it
Will be long too late…

Unfortunately that will be a necessity
To set things right in motion…
In order to restore what should have
Been there…You can’t have the right
Ones in your life if the wrong ones are
Blocking out the sun…
The meaning will be vast…As will be the
Lessons learned…

Always remember, the worst ones will
Brag about it, seek the last word…
Let them have it…Don’t waste time
Or give them the ears for it…
Because they will only keep doing it
Over and over again…
As they always have…
Walk away, listen to the radio…
Songs answer riddles…
Then breathe freedom.

It will hurt, it will bring pain,
Of course it will…losing something,
Someone you care for is the most
Awful pain to learn…
But it’s even worse when the wrong one
Has consumed your life…they hold you back…
You know this, you feel it…
Deny it, lie…it won’t go away…
But the first light of freedom is
That which stings the most…
The love lost and given in hope…

But the greatest healing reward is finding
The right one that belongs there…
How will you know them?
The answer is simple…They listen,
With more than ears, the heart…
And equally important you listen as well…
It’s not about you…one…
It’s about 2,3,4…there are many more…
That which builds a circle.
A circle of friends is stronger than
A pair…remember that…

Yet still, in troubled times…know this,
The wrong circle, the wrong group
Is powerless to the ideal pair…

Gather a group of wanderers, and you
Have a blinded, chattering mess…
But gather a group of enlightened
Ones…and then you have a formidable
Faithful loyal army…
Servants of course are banned from
This inclusion…

Furthermore…an assembly of highest order,
Even though shaded by standing apart
Outside of time still overcome the odds…
As those did found in a circle of light…
Their song still sings…to guide others
To their own circles.

Again hear the words that aid
Outside of time…no free answers,
But we can help…

The Thunders…bring the sounds of drums…
Thunder Drums…Smoke signals…
Warnings and whispers of where
To look…what to watch for…

Yes, the bubble burst…the button
Was PUSHED…Patterns that have long
Been repeating are breaking, watch those.
Where the patterns were trapped the
Most are where the most valuable
Turning points should have been…

Break the endless cycles and the
Wisdom opens eyes…revelations…

The worse patterns have long been held
By the people, trapped by duty instead
Of led by faith…They always cling
To those that can see on their own…
Praying the sight finds them too…
This rarely happens…that’s why
Crowds are so dangerous…

That’s why the beast has long lurked
Within the crowd…so easy to control
A group of blind followers…
Fear brings this further, and then
Soon you have a mauling pack of

The wisest ones have ALWAYS avoided
The blind pack of beasts that cry
For answers…because their hunger is
Ravenous…they consume without giving…
And praise without thinking…
The most suffered victims were prey
Of rabid crowds…remember that.

Perhaps that’s why so many seek solace
Silently to offer different words unheard
By the crowd…Better that no one knows
They don’t agree…Yet still the Fates won’t
Forgive them…They walked with the crowd…
And shall be judged with the crowd.

Why are so many of these words on
Behavior? Isn’t that what troubles
Most of all?

So many want to belong…They will
Do anything, say anything to belong
To something…Everyone wants to belong
To a crowd…Sad really…Then they’re
Always so eager to point out it was
The other person who did the wrong first…
While they suffered first more than any
Other…You want to be part of a crowd
Then you’re all judged the same way…

A Pack of Wolves,
A Pride of Lions…The greatest hunters…
Yet one mighty Bear could scatter
Them…The strength of Ten Bears…
A Mother’s Love, Blind rage through
Dark Wrath and Unconditional Love…
A Mother Bear could tear a Pack
Apart…would the wounds teach lessons
Then? Only if the strongest survived…
And the whiners were lost in battle.
That is the force of nature…
So now here we are again
To ramble some riddled future…

Nothing ever comes when you’re prepared
For it…Disasters?

When the comet comes…amidst a rain
Of meteor showers…The warnings will
Be in strikes of fireballs…
Run, nowhere to hide…
Because its aims are merciless…
The smart ones will see the clues
Here…avoid the crowds…That will
Be your only saving grace.

For when the Earth is angry…
Mother nature is always kind…
And warns the animals by land and sea…
Why is that?
Always watch the animals in dark times…
They will tell you a lot.

The birds with their keen sight above…
Know where to go…
The rabbits and small creatures of
‘The ground will know where to run…
Even man’s best friend is the better judge…
Of people…and nature…

Cats walk a different path as they
Share the ethereal eyes of The Spirited
Lion Men…The Ancients knew this…
That’s why they worshipped them.

Dogs will cry and wail…much like humans do.
And yet they endure the awful abuse…
How suitable for his four legged
Best friend…To suffer like men do…
Just think of how mankind treats
Each other…strange mirrors animals are!

There is much to see, much to bear…

For in the days of darkness, these days
Of unrest and endless questions…
The Quest to find the path, to survive
The changes is relentless…

All things seem to shout and warn
Prepare prepare…The world sucks!
It has to change…
The hour glass that measures the rise
Of this civilization has nearly reached
Its critical end.
So what then? Everyone will say
Nothing happened in the year 2000…
Yet something happened in 2001…
Nothing happened in 2012…though it
Should have…
The world was due for massive change…
Yet puppet masters changed some strings,
Chanced new schemes to reset the game
Their way…
It seemed to work…
But the critical error was…The simple fact,

You cannot change destiny, only if it all
Delay it.
That’s why this post of clues is so
Rambling and riddling…
Put more simply is this…to find the
Correct answers you must think by
Assembling scattered verses of thought…

But if you wish to find the answers
That you desire…The ones that you want…
It’s simple…The Ego will tell you that
You are special. Hark, you saved the
World by waking up this morning…
All hail the desired answer, we would
All be lost without you…
You suffered, made always the
Best choices…and therefore deserve
The crown of the universe. How’s that?
Unfortunately, your crown is on loan
To the devil…when he won the bet
That said he could make everyone believe
That he or his minions do not exist…
Has the point finally been made?

Now onward…for the sake of others,
Those of more humble searching
Who do not have to declare every whimsical
Thoughts as profound revelations…
For those truly looking…now this
Part is for you…

The greatest strength is in humbled unity…
From many voices that listen each
Respected to each other…
The nasty ones always insist on talking
Over others…then when they’re out of
Breath they listen…That’s why I was
Always afraid to talk…

I once knew a man who insisted that
The entire manner of each day was
Determined how he awoke each morning…
Do you know his name?
He frequently submits letters to the
Newspaper to share his wisdom…
Did you get the memo? Ah, probably because
No one reads them…He hasn’t changed…

I once knew a girl who fell in love and
Found her soul mate every other week…
Few respected her opinions…
That’s possibly because she forgot
The definition of devotion…
She did find a man to marry…
At least…as she says…until
She finds the right man who will
Treat her as she deserves…
Then she will leave him for the better one.
Ah, true love in the modern world!
To love with all their heart today
Until someone better comes along
Tomorrow…I always failed to agree
With her…Because I had a heart of stone.
How would you judge her outlook on love?

I’ve had many friends who found it
Too much in responsibility to have a dog…
They didn’t want to clean up a mess…
So they had children instead…
They work too hard…
Ah, the future generations…What gems!

I’ve known several married men who
Secretly cheat on their wives…
They have a special deal with God they say…
Did you get that memo?
It’s filed under apologies with every
Affair…they couldn’t control themselves…
50 times a year for 30 years…
Their priest has a wonderful forgiveness
Plan…confess and you are forgiven
My son…The priest received the
Memo from the most high…
While he was on vacation himself
In Mexico…with a prostitute he hired
To accompany him…
Hey, don’t judge, priests need vacations too!
Do you have any idea how hard it is
To preach to a congregation every week
About faith in this day and age!
He has a really good retirement plan…

I apologize for the strayed words…
It’s 2016…It’s hard to remember how
Far we’ve come in this world…

The best people always know where
To look when the time comes…
When they’re ready…
And for ages now…the most brilliant
People I’ve ever met ask the fewest

The ones I worried most for have
Always been those that gave first
And never asked…The ones who devoted
All their time and money to charities…
Animal shelters, children’s hospitals,
The homeless…They were too tired at
The end of the day to read the papers,
Watch the news…or complain…
They were never prejudiced, never lectured
And were never bored. That’s why I always
Gave them what I had until I had
Nothing left.

We learn a lot, most everything
From who we meet on life’s journey…

Sometimes it all seems planned by a
Higher power…There are no accidents…
When we pay attention…
Now for the main purpose…

Yes, the comet will come…
But Big Brother knows this already.

The Forces of the Earth will go crazy
As it comes…
The Forces of Nature will go wild
As foreseen in dreams as told before…

First the weather, and people’s
The cyclones, the hurricanes,
The Thunders, thunderstorms…the forces of
Wind…WIND…The element of change…
The winds of change…

Every which way…every day…wind

That’s why the snows are coming…
Touching lands it has never touched before…
The wind to move the air…
To Breathe…Magic is in the Air,
As they say…Heaven is in the air…
Fire and water, Life, the Earth
Cannot exist without air…
The wind from the corners…Four,
Shall move the wheel faster and
Faster…until blinding speed, no one
Can keep up…WIND…the element ONE

Two the Earth, the element of…
Shakes the ground…the crust…
Giving it the quakes that have
Long since been rumors…in typical
Places of course…The East and
West…Where it shakes the Mother
Earth is unhappy…and she will
Take it back…pay attention to the
Animals now…

That is why the animals know
The Earth…Horses dance upon
The ground …they feel it.
Earth…Two…the element of…
On 22 the Eve of Change…
Big things happen.

Now…One…Two…Three, Fire
The element of…
Fires of Feeling…the passion of…
So strong the Fuel is it commands
The Sun, the Heart…within the
Ground…The planet’s core…and
Yellowstone…watch those animals now.
Fire, Yellow…the color of Gold…
The purest source of power, and
The Earth’s blood…
To match the sea it shall raise
New land in the heart of the ocean,
While in the same…like in the days
Of old…before the comet erases a city
By it’s master Vulcan, a city
Which should have never existed…
Reclaimed…gone for good…
Fire. Three…the element of
The passion that moves…
Too much overwhelms the senses…
Will never trust the ones
That the animals don’t like…
Watch those animals now…

Fury in beasts…and men is quite the
Same…Revolution, Rebellion…
Lands set free only to be lost
In chaos…

But one of the oldest, strongest
Lands of familiar tongue will grow
Only stronger…
All those British accents in the
While at the same time the Yellow
In the East shall fade and nearly
Shrink away as prophecy once said
It would…

The Empire that controls the Gold…
The Earth will take back, shake and
Swallow…until its thirst I quenched…
Thirst…like that of water,
Blue planet…water world…
Water…Four, the element of…

The Waters of Intuition…
The waters flow and flood to warn
Get out…where the sea will come
Watch those animals now…

Even by the stars, by night and
Under darkness it feels it’s
Strongest pull, and force of motion…
The Force of Seven Seas…
By the Moon to command the
Great Wave when the comet comes…

Hands in the Water feel it…
Take back the land of coastal seas
And spread open new…the Old
Miss Sea…
It will happen, not now, but then…
Water…Knowing…the Force, the Power
One, Two, Three, Four…
Water, the element of…

These forces together but command
The Fifth…The Fifth element…
Man…woman…the human animal…

Heart and Soul, Flesh and Blood…

The Power that corrupted Earth…
Shall Heal the Earth…
By purest Hearts, the Hand of God,
Five Fingers, the Fifth Element…
The Fire…
A little child shall lead them…
One chosen shall warn them…
Perhaps with these words
Right here…

The Fifth Element…The Higher Man…
The Higher Human…to restore
The land…by Hand of God…
The Fifth Element…

Old Wishcraft…Long Lost dreams
And wishes at last come true
For the Truest Hearts…

While the Dark Hearts grumble
In defeat away unheard protest…

Overseers and Masters, you shaped
Your own defeat…I told you…
You cannot defeat the Fifth Element…
You never could.

True Hearts make a wish…
While the rest, just give up and
Go back to sleep…

The Fifth Element rises…
And Trumpets call its coming.
Sweet Dreams.

My artwork: Oracle (above)

Ancient Prophecies I (below)



Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 10SEP2016

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (10 September 2016) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships.Youmay express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: MultidimensionaloceanAuroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.

Valiant: The Thunders…The Watchers…Night Visions, Visitors…

*SONG* “Country Roads” by John Denver

The Dark of Night, by the stars
And the early morning hours…
The In-Between Time…
Of dreams, where senses guide and Feel
And Thinking seems like the hardest thing to do…
That’s when it happens.
The dreams come, the unexplainable is the law.
Everyone is asleep, and you Feel apart
From the world.

That’s when it happens…vivid, Fast…REAL…
Brief yet powerful…yet it feels like forever
A Trance-like state, the visions…
Staring up and into, through a round
Window globe…Whispers, Voices…
The silhouettes of the Tree branches outside,
The Trees were talking.
The Trees were scared,
Moving back and Forth, bodies, trunks,
Branches in motion
Then the trees were snapping, breaking,
Cracking, splitting, Falling down EVERYWHERE…
Wide-scale devastation…
The Earth, the ground was rumbling…
The Thunders of the ground below
And in the Sky Above.
Nature is Talking to you…
The Thunders…but not by storm alone
But by some unseen Force in the Dark…
THE FLOOD…rushing heavy water
From the left, the East, where the Sun will rise…
Endless streaming Water…
But it’s not happening now?

And something else…Vague, Elusive…
The Voices whispering again and again,
Faster and Faster…Chanting…hidden?
Of a meeting…in a Temple…
They’re trying to do it again.
The Secret Important Timing…
Beware…Dare to challenge the Dreamer,
The Unspoken Chosen…awaken
To the warnings, sights and sounds,
They will hear the call near and far
And know what to do, what, when, why
And how to gather…
The Earth is talking to them, through
Its electromagnetic field…resounding
To restore its broken care and surface
Garden…The Sleepers will awaken
And Know what to do…

There will be more secret meetings…
If you have to ask me, then you don’t know,
Aren’t supposed to, and I won’t tell…
The selections have been made…

Twinkle Twinkle little stars…all the Christmas
Lights are on…That’s your only clue.

The Wheel will spin, the WHEEL in and of
England will roar by sound in motion
Up from the ground, from The Core…
To Reach For the Stars…
The Sleepers will waken in an instant…
Still troubled by confusion…
They have no idea who they are,
What they are. They are tomorrow.
And everyone else will remain asleep…
Or lost by delusions for deliberate distraction…

The wrong ones will rattle and cry in
The wrong direction to misguide the
Numbers away from those chosen to
Walk a lighted path, the Passengers of Light
For the gathering…The Rainbow Tribe…
Hark, to be summoned to their places…
You can’t stop it, you never could.

So now you see things do serve their
Purpose…The Forked Road…Some will
Guide while others will misguide…That
Was their purpose all along…Too many
Questions always fail the test…It’s the
Uncertainty and doubt that ask questions…
Those that don’t hesitate just know…
They always know…
And don’t Try to ride their Tails or follow
Their tracks…For those that risk that
Crime…The Angel of Death waits…
There’s been enough of that
Grand standing, mimicking and pretending…
No charm or Talisman will sway
The Judge…For the ones who don’t
Belong on the Lighted Path…
The punishment is death.

The pen becomes the sword now,
Cast upon the paper the Circle of Light…
The Rainbow Bridge…

In the chair, the mind to the eyes and ears.
Immediately in front of me, the tall one,
Oh my God he is tall and magnificent looking!
Brishan, with his broad built shoulders and
Long pale blond hair to his waist. In his blue
Uniform…standing so closely, with his
Beautiful sister, Ceres, in her red dress…
Talking fast…

His voice is deep and powerful, this man
Is awesome! “I told you what must be
Done.” He tells her. “This was discussed.”
Ceres has her arms crossed, her eyes
Away from him in protest. “I don’t like this,
Brishan, I told you.” Her flashing eyes,
Her golden sun-blond hair is aglow in
The circle’s light. Wow! “You risk too much.
And here I thought, Varence, save thief
Apollo was daring enough. Were you two in
Previous debate…or plotting together?”

“I spent no time, no words with him.” Brishan
Said, he towered over her! “What do you expect
To be done? Measure them individually…
Or by whole? They all act alike, talk alike,
Behave alike…spare but a few that brave
A challenged road. It is how it must be.
We cannot, will not, risk the time to reshape
Those that cannot even accommodate SIMPLE lessons.”

“I am not arguing that, I agree with you.”
Ceres told him. “I am concerned for
Them, that is all. Because of those which
Weigh them down already.”

“Nothing will harm them.” He told her kindly. “They
Are meant to do what they must.
If others interfere…Then, depending
On the matter, we will respond…fast.”

Ceres looked very worried, then turned
To see me sitting in the chair
By surprise. “He is here, he’s sitting
There.” She smiled then her entire manner
Changed to become warm and sincere.
“Hello, how long have you been
Sitting there?”

“Not long.” I said.

“Please bear with us,” Ceres explained. “We
Need to move ahead quickly now…
Talk about the Night VISITORS.”

“Night Visitors?” I asked.

Brishan stood so close to me now, he had
Never been so close, he was not seated at
The platform this time. “Things are moving
Now…Time has found its re-alignment…
The work of the Dark Ones and
Their ceremonial offerings has been undone…
Time will now move as it should.”

“There will be much confusion.” Ceres
Said to him, to me. “Things will escalate.”

Brishan turned to acknowledge new
Movement…Varence and Damara and Kierista
Now joined them in front of me. “How did
Things go?” Brishan asked them.

“Interestingly well.” Varence nodded.
They had clearly been discussing much
Since last time.

“We need to know how much they know
About us.” Brishan said.

“Nothing has changed.” Varence smiled, looking
To Damara.

“I noted various activity, abductions in the past.”
Damara told her brother. “Their activity was
Precisely as we have observed…if not
More diabolic to witness it with my own
Eyes…The races in orbit have been
The same for thousands of years…some
Are particularly…loathsome.”

“Of course.” Ceres smirked. “Did I not tell you.”

“Enough.” Brishan said, wincing, much was on
His mind. “Now tell me what they know…
Now that time is moving correctly, there
Are no margin for errors for the window.”

Varence stepped up to me, reaching out his
Hand, his two fingers ready to touch my

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It is alright.” Brishan insisted. “I promise
The reason will become clear.”

Ceres rolled her eyes, her arms still crossed.
“You really expect so much…be kind!”

Varence stared at me intently, his face,
His expression was like a stone statue…
His pearly eyes and larger pupils of his
Irises penetrating…There were no games
This time; this was seriously different.
“And now I speak more clearly—“

“Now he speaks more clearly,” Ceres laughed,
“They will marvel at that. Even they
Will laugh at THAT.”

He curved his lip, a sarcastic grin to
Her words. “I have said many times…No
More questions…For them…I instructed
You to not answer their questions. They,
You know who I mean, ask you endless

“Yes.” I answered.

“And do you answer?” He asked.

“You know everything I say!” I told him, them.
“You know everything they say!”

“And I laugh every time.” Ceres teased,
Looking about them. “Amazing, they ask
What does Varence say or think? As if he
Hasn’t said enough! He could recite
The answers plainly over and over and
Still they would ask…What does he
Mean? Ridiculous!”

Brishan blinked with frustration. “Please…”

Varence held his two fingers of his right
Hand inches from my temple. “This time
I say it clear.” He shook his head once.
“Now you will see why I say no questions,
To stay off the computer as much as
Possible…Avoid the blogs…Let them
Talk and discuss things as they wish…”

“Blog?” Brishan repeated. “What is that?”

“It sounds like some sort of mess?”
Damara questioned.

Ceres laughed. “Oh the words they use!”

“It is one of their communication
Tools.” Varence explained to them. “A
Means of expression…on their computers.”

“The monkey abacus?” Ceres said.

They laughed in unison. “Ah.” Brishan

“Now let them discuss things freely,”
Varence said firmly. “Let it go. Offer
No explanations. Now I’m not saying
They are bad, I am NOT saying
That at all.”

“The perils of your nonsense.” Ceres snapped.
“You command the riddle, and he…” She
Pointed hard and fast to me. “Pays for it.”

“Please continue.” Brishan insisted.

Varence touched my temple. “Write it
Please, Bill…Tell me…What have you
Dreamed of…remember…”

The words seemed Foggy, Confused,
But they came.

What do I dream about? Snow?
It’s August…and through it all…
Breakfast, lunch, dinner…
I see…snow, snow, snow again…

Backward he marches into my past…
I’m in bed asleep…awake only for the
Dream by mind’s eye…
There’s a knock at the door…
Then suddenly I rise as if it’s completely
Normal…Activity in the house is completely
Normal, typical…I go to the door,
And it’s my friend from high school…
The one who joined the Navy, then went
On to work for the Department of Defense.

She’s beaming, all smiles. “Surprise, it’s
Me! I came for a surprise visit!”

But I’m suspicious anyway, “What
Are you doing here?” I asked her. My
Dreaming mind doesn’t believe her,
Can’t believe her.

We make small talk, she’s extremely
Talkative, funny, too funny, too sweet.
Something isn’t right.

She comes inside, says some polite Hellos
To everyone…Then begs me to go outside
For a cigarette, “Oh,” she tells me, “I
Love our porch talks, I miss them.” We
Used to laugh and sit and talk for
Hours nonstop…But something isn’t right.

She’s flashing. One minute, it’s her
Then the next it’s someone else standing there…
Smiling and happy Dawn one minute,
Then for a second it’s someone else…
She keeps flashing this way!

“Come on let’s go outside on the porch and talk,”
She says, smiling, “I need a cigarette so bad.”

I say okay, watching her carefully…
She is flashing, flickering like a television
Screen changing channels. She has no
Idea I notice this…
Outside we go onto the porch…
She’s beaming, talking, chattering
Nonsense, all small talk to seem funny.

But I am so struck with confusion, this
Flashing…It’s like she isn’t real.

We sit on the porch in two separate
Chairs, a table between us, smoking
Casually. She’s laughing and talking
Nonstop…This was her way. I basically
Only had the chance to nod to her
Conversations… “Yeah, ah huh, okay, wow,
That’s nice. Cool!” Etc…etc…
Most of my friends talk at me this way,
For years all I ever got to do was listen…

(Rule #1, I’ve learned when people, friends
Talk at you nonstop and only give you the
Chance to nod, give brief responses…
They aren’t talking with you, they’re talking
At you…talking to hear themselves talk…
Share their ‘knowledge’ without being
Asked…For the record good conversation
Is always 50/50…Save yourself a lot
Of grief and wasted time and ignore
Unwanted advice.)

So Dawn is talking nonstop, I’m listening
And watching her flash…The more she
Speaks the worse the flashing becomes.
“So,” she says with an overdone smile.
“Tell me how you are…Tell me about
Your dreams. What are you dreaming

I just keep watching her flash, it’s so
Obvious, it’s funny. “You never ask me
That so fast.” I tell her.

“Sure I do.” She says flashing…between
Her and some other woman; one drastically
Different looking, sandy colored hair and
A stocky build. “I LOVE hearing about
Your dreams.”

“Okay.” I laugh, watching her flash.
It’s clear now who I am with is NOT
Dawn…Some holographic projection? My
Mind knows it’s a dream. But it makes
No sense…Why would someone do that
To me in a dream…Disguise themselves
As someone else? “You never talk this
Way. The Dawn I know never gives me
The chance to talk. She talks about
Herself FIRST…then if I’m lucky, or
She grows tired…Then she asks me
About me.”

“What?” This person asks. “No, I don’t.
I love talking to you.” By now…the
Flashing has stopped and who I see now
Is very clearly someone else…some strange
Woman, completely unaware I can see
Right through her. “Come on, talk to me.
Tell me what’s up with you. Tell me
About your dreams.”

I can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous!
“You want to hear about my dreams?
Without talking about yourself first
For a couple of hours? You obviously
Don’t know, Dawn…And you obviously
Don’t know I can see you…I can
See what you really look like…You’ve
Been flashing like some old television
Set. I know you aren’t her.” I laugh.

She tried to laugh it off. “Don’t be

I grew tired of this, looked her square
In the eye. “I can see you, okay.
I can see you. Who are you? Why
Do you want to know about my dreams?”

The woman made this defeated grimace,
Looked away then back at me more
Aggravated. There was this buzzing sound,
Then an awful stabbing pain in my
Head and I woke up.
She obviously ended the whole game…
It felt as though it was manipulated
By some machine because I swear I
Could hear buttons being pushed, like
Typing on a keyboard.

Varence withdrew his fingers from my
Temple as they stood closely watching me.
“You told her nothing then?”

“No, of course not.” I answered. “I
Never tell anyone anything in dreams…
And scarcely reveal information otherwise
Unless instructed. You know the questions I
Have been asked.”

Varence laughed. “I have observed that
Conversations with him are rarely
As they should be.”

“So this woman was an agent seeking
Information?” Brishan asked.

“Yes.” Varence answered.

“When was this?” Brishan asked.

“At least five years ago.” I told them…
“These things have been happening
For years…At least 16 years.”

“Did they make further attempts?”
Brishan asked.

“No,” I said calmly. “With her that
Was the last time…She and I had a
Falling out…Then once we stopped talking,
She soon retired from government
Work…then became sick…then became
Obsessed with cosmetic things.”

Brishan looked puzzled. “Cosmetic things?”

Varence smiled and laughed. “Yes, they do
Obsess over such things.”

“What is the point?” Brishan said.

“That they have been trying to acquire
Information through dreams for years now.
And they refuse to yield this way at all.”

“This is what you have been watching?”
Brishan asked.

“This among many more.” Varence explained.

“How many of these…night visitors have
You recorded?” Brishan asked.

“Several different kinds.” Varence attested.
“Some have seen me. Others have not.”

“The more extreme ones.” Ceres said.
“I presume?”

Brishan nodded.

Varence held up his hand, that small device
Of his pointing to the air behind them…
“Here look at this.” A view screen
Suddenly appeared depicting some blurry
Scene…then it was a visual scene of
The yard outside my house’s front porch…
Of a dark night…The night of the dream
I had just described…I had been talking
With my friend as discussed… “Observe…”
He nodded as the visual panned around…

They watched as the view suddenly
Captured, revealed some sort of…being
Standing there in the yard watching
Me talk with my friend…

“What is that?” Brishan asked.

Damara was intrigued. “Some sort of
Reptilian hybrid-being. I do not recognize
That race at all.”

The creature-being was impossible
To describe…it had feline features, yet no
Hair…long wide-pointed ears like a lynx…
Reptilian eyes, smooth grayish skin. And
It wore a black uniform, form-fitting, with
Some kind of insignia on the chest and
Arm…A red circle with a triangle inside…
The creature held some kind of computer
Tablet and seemed to be typing-recording
Everything it saw.

“That thing!” I exclaimed. “I’ve seen it
Before! In many of my dreams…Doing
That, typing on that device…as it watched me.
I’ve seen it many times, for years…
And that tablet, I saw it using it
For years, using it before iPads ever came
Out on the market! What is it?”

“You’ve seen it watching you in dreams?”
Brishan asked.

“Yes!” I answered… “At least since…the 1990’s.”

Damara struggled to identify the
Species… “I know it from no records I’ve
Seen…Amalgamation perhaps…”

Varence pointed to it. “These things
Appear in many of the subjects’ dreams…
Recording everything. They are usually

“Yes.” I agreed. “But then I always hear
It make some noise…the typing…then I
See it, it sees me…And the dreams quickly
Ends. Usually with a headache.”

“And you say they watch others?” Brishan
Asked Varence.

He nodded. “On many occasions.” Varence
Thought fast. “But primarily they
Follow those with precognitive dreams,
Recording everything.”

“Was it pretending to be Dawn then?” I
Asked. “Was that what it was doing?”

“No.” Varence said, his eyes wide
As he expressed the importance to his
Companions standing around. “This
Particular dream was a multi-layered
Event…There were multiple invasive
Forces at work…The masquerading woman
Was an agent from a secret faction,
From a telecommunications facility that
Monitors key subjects for their…bosses.
The creature was there unbeknownst to others.
I believe these beings…to be…”
He hesitated to make the deduction.

Ceres then spoke out. “From Nibiru.”
All eyes fell upon her heavily. “The non-
Distinct race…The fused features of different
Races…Those are all features of Nibiru

“That would be an appropriate assumption.”
Damara said. “It would explain the

“What for?” I asked. “Why are these
Things ALWAYS stuck to my dreams?
Everyone else I know has normal
Nonsense type dreams…or at least
Symbolic dreams. Mine are always
Technicolor nightmares!”

“They never interfere?” Brishan questioned.

“No, they are strictly there to observe and
Collect data.” Varence explained. “Much
Like the Watchers do.”

“So then these are the equivalent of Nibiru’s
Version of the Watchers?” Damara asked.

“Yes, I believe so.” Varence nodded.

“And the night visitors,” Brishan wondered,
“Have there been others?”

“We, or rather I,” Varence told them,
“Have seen the small grayish beings.”

“What are the grays exactly?” I
Asked. “I know many people talk
About them, especially with abduction

“They’re disgusting is what they are.”
Ceres told them.

“Ceres!” Varence groaned.

“Well they are!” She insisted. “They have
Little, if any emotions. They perform the
Most diabolic of tasks…tests…experiments
On both humans and animals.”

“I did observe them on our recent mission.”
Damara said. “They are rather…fast.”

“But what are they?” I asked.

“Basically, they are a drone-like race.”
Varence explained. “They were an inter-
Dimensional race from a past humanoid
Star system…conquered by the reptilians…
Now they serve as drones…Field workers
And researchers performing what they
Do best, scientific work collecting and
Analyzing data for their overseers. They
Have made many false claims with the
Earth’s factions and various world powers…
Claiming to be from a far off star
System…at risk of extinction…Well, that
Much is true…They were conquered…but by
Far they are a servant race for the
Reptilians. They, with their vast cerebral
Abilities, are primarily responsible for
The metahuman project on Earth.”

“And they conduct various genetic and hybridizing
Research,” Damara added, “If I am not
Mistaken…These…grays, appear on many
Slave worlds…managing the wide-scale
Experiments before the more prominent
Scientists are brought in to study key

I was growing irritated. “If it’s not one, it’s
Another! I can’t tell you how many of
These…visitors…have invaded my dreams. So
Many over the years! It’s sick.”

“However,” Varence lowered his brow at
Everyone with heavy eyes. “The invasive
Visits did slow down dramatically with
Him once 2012 came. It was if they…

“Ah.” Brishan said.

“Knew what?” I asked.

A pause…A silence as they all shared
A view of things…

“Knew the project was near its ending,”
Varence finally said. “That the subjects
They were most interested in…were
Manifesting what they had been waiting
For, for years.”

He stepped more closely to me, that
Intense expression on his face. “Your
Governments make promises to the
People that they never keep, right?”

“Well, yeah.” I said.

“Well, these…Night visitors, as we
Call them…make promises to
Earth’s world powers and factions
That they never keep…Everyone is fooling
And distracting everyone else. It’s
Rather funny really.”

“Oh sure for you it is.” I said.

“If the blindfold ever came off,”
Ceres laughed, “Every one of them
Would look ridiculous…to their superiors
And to their…alleged alliances.”

“There truly are so many stories out
There that the truth is buried so deep
It would take a master,” Varence laughed,
“Or an outside observer to find the
Buried truth.”

“So what is the point to all of this then?”
I asked. “To make everyone feel stupid?”

“No, not all.” Varence insisted. “If anything
Our goal here, our mission is to reveal
To your people of what is going on…
Of the complexity of the secrets…But more
Importantly to reach out to each other,
Not with accusations and fighting…but
For unity and support…”

He pointed to the view screen as it held
A frozen image of the creature that
Had been spying on me for years.
“The people, especially the victims
Of these experiments should find
Unity in seeking each other out…
They’ve only persecuted because they
Don’t want the truth out.”

“But will this testimonial make a difference?”
Brishan speculated. “From the things I
Have observed it’s clear to us the majority
Do not want to open their eyes…
They have been warned of the greatest
Invisible threats and yet they continually
Repeat them each day.”

“They really have no idea what
Sees they sew…” Ceres agreed. “Did
You tell them about the future? You
Told him everything else…Tell him, tell
Them Varence…”

“I was hoping more would see it by now.”
He said. “But honestly, few have. Yet,
At the least…the messages have reached
The right ones and still do. And it must
Continue until we can achieve
Uniting the right people…so that they
Especially can make the FIRST
Contact…That has always been our
Goal, and will be.”

Brishan turned to me with this very
Solemn expression…He was clearly
Brilliant, massively built and tall and
Impressive…and yet so humbly wise,
And with so much authority. “I would
Like to speak with you separately
Right now.” He dismissed everyone else
So that he and I were alone in
The circle.

I was a bit nervous but intrigued.

“Tell me,” he said very calmly and
Kindly. “You and I have not spoken
Alone yet…And now we should.”


“The change in you has been rather
Intense over the last year in your
Time…” He said respectfully…
“As these meetings, these messages
We share with you reach the end of their
Appointed time…How do you feel?”


“Tell me.” He said. “Talk to me…
Just tell me what’s in your mind.”

“Are you just asking because of
The light that was put in my head
Or do you want to really know?”

“I’m curious to know…for both
Reasons.” Brishan said. “But mostly
Because in getting to meet you each
Time…I have to know more.”

“Everyone says that to me.” I told him.
“It’s never enough for some people.
Everything I says is dissected and
Analyzed…A thousand questions…
And yet some friends of mine have
Absolutely no idea I can even write.
It’s frustrating.”

“I can imagine.” He said kindly. “So don’t
Talk to them.”

“It’s not that easy. I can’t just
Turn it off.”

“So tell me.” He said. “Let it go. Open
The box, right now…And just let it out.
Talk to me…”

“It scares me…The box. I’m
Terrified one day I’m going to
Wake up and I won’t be me anymore.
It keeps changing me. It’s been
Changing me for 16 years…
First it was the paintings…
With every drawing, every pencil or
Charcoal line…every dancing motion
And swirling moving line, it’s me…
I’m in the paper or canvas.

“The flame goes out, then comes back…
I thought the paintings and
Artwork were the most powerful
That it could be…but now
After writing like this…
The written word, it’s just another
Version of a painting or drawing,
It’s artwork too…It is thunder
And lightning in another form.

“If you want a message from Valiant
For you, the assembly then here it is…
The Earth alone won’t tremble…
The ground will shake here,
So will worlds everywhere…
Every living thing will feel it…

“And it’s building more than ever now…
Morning, noon, night, day…
It’s in the stars…The sun and moon.

“The rocks are talking,
Fire on the mountain…
Words will move mountains…
The pen is a sword of some light
In my head, and I’m hearing…
Crystals talk…The southwest, beneath
The ground has been listening to
The surface for years and it does
Not like what it feels there…
The ground can’t wait to shake
The world to shut it up…
And it’s already proven it can
And will.

“Fire and ice will burn it out…
Chill it out, and freeze it.
I keep dreaming of snow…
And with it I feel like as the
Worst of the world crumbles,
The best will rise to the top…

“What they’re doing right now
Is a direct reflection of what they are
And will be…Some will find
The answers they have always
Wanted…While others will just
Keep analyzing and pondering

“The good news is that yes
There are those that have been
Put in place to trigger events…
A Comet, an EMT pulse…
Will change life as we know it…
And when the computers
And cell phones fry, people
Will then be forced to see themselves
For what they are, and that
Will drive them insane.

“That was always the plan…
The Dark Ones planned it
But the Light will utilize it…

“It’s already happening…
Computers…searches, scanning,
Groups…The Social Network…
The Internet and Cell phone
Phenomena is a Revelation…
Literally, Biblical…
Computers have never had more
Power than they do now…just wait.”

“So then what comes next?”
Brishan smiled.

“The Best will get better. The
Worst will get even worse…And
The Surprise will get even bigger.
The most obvious answers are
Right there…They always have been.”



Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 3SEP2016


You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (3 September 2016) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships.Youmay express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean, Auroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.