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.”








    -The Arcturus Probe…Page 111- by Jose Arguelles






  2. The other night as i meditated and sent threads of light into Gaias crystaline core i felt her energy flow upward into me i felt connections of old being reignited within memories, being able to hear the ancient trees speaking of days and worlds that have been hidden through the ages Then tonight the push to place the story that flowed forth just over a year ago.
    It was late afternoon when we finally headed out. My daughter Lily ten and my Grandson Jordan four snuggled up in the backseat talking about their day. I drove for a few miles when we hit a blanket of low mist which proceeded to get thicker and thicker as the miles I traveled slowed to a crawl. Jordan had thought it was smoke from the field where in true Autumn style they burn the remains of the hay once cut and bailed. Lily tended to agree. I told them I thought it was low cloud as it was floating above the ground like a blanket all white which seemed to be the case here so we agreed it was very low clouds or mist as some would say. The trip to drop my daughter off at her fathers for the night was turning into one I would have liked to have avoided. It has been nine weeks since we lost our rented property due to the owner returning from overseas. My husband had made arrangements to move into his brothers not really thinking about where we would go. An off the cuff comment to our son that my daughter and I could stay at my fathers made me bite my tongue. Mummy look! Snapping out of thoughts that take me into places I don’t want or need to go I look toward where my daughter is pointing and see the Silhouette of a tree. Although it was clouded in thick mist it was still a beautiful sight to see. Its branches twisted and turned outward and upward as if it were painting a picture full of layers and textures even though the leaves had already fallen. As the mist surrounded the car I told them of a misty night much like this many many years ago that had mysteriously appeared outside the window of a cottage where a women lived with her young daughter. It wasn’t until I returned home that this story came to life.

    Now as we know young children love to explore and this little girl was no different. “Mummy mummy can you see it”. Her mother who was at the sink washing dishes looked up and smiled as she saw the look of wonder in her daughters eyes. “Yes” she said knowing full well she would not get her daughter to settle until they had gone outside to see the Moon shrouded in mist as tonight it was a full Moon. Pulling her coat on she then fastened her daughters coat then pulling the woolly hat from the hook above her pulled in onto her head. As they stepped out into the night air she pulled her own hat on to keep the chill that was seeping in out. Holding her daughters hand they began to walk along the well worn path to the forest clearing to get a better look at the sky. “Mummy do you think we will be able to see the magical trees in the glade that dance in the moonlight tonight”. Ever since she could walk she loved the glade and the changing of the seasons which happened as if by magic. My daughter saw the beauty of nature at every turn, Her Luminous green eyes reflected the beauty right back to me as they sparkled with newly found gems hidden on the forest floor waiting for her little hands to scope them up to join her ever growing collection of treasures. As we got half way along the path I noticed that the great Oak had lost a few limbs when the winds had blown earlier in the day and that the path we walk was blocked by another that had got caught as one of the Oaks large upper limbs had come down. Looking around I realized we would have to step off the path and in this fog even a flashlight could not light the way far enough to see. I knew the forest like the back of my hand in daylight but now it seemed so different, could I remember the layout now! It was at this point I noticed a ball of light off to the side which seemed to light the area so holding my daughters hand I moved toward the light. As I moved the light moved a little ahead then stopped until we had got within a few yards of it then it moved again as if it were guiding us. After a while I realized we were at the edge of the glade as I could hear water cascading over the rocks in the stream that flowed through the forest further down. As I began to move forward I felt my daughters grip increase which stopped my forward movement, crouching down I saw her puzzled expression, as my gaze followed hers I could see the outline of someone crouched down motioning to us to stop and get down. Slowly we did what we were told as we saw where the figure was pointing a large burst of light was flowing down from above. As the light diminished I could see a change in the glade. It was no longer shrouded in mist but had a golden glow and I could have sworn I saw the formation of tiny spirals flowing around the great tree that stood in the very center. Shaking my head I again looked toward where the figure had motioned to us and saw her smile. As she stood up I realized she was dressed in animal skin the color of burnished copper. Her dress had crystals around the edge where tassels flowed as she walked toward us. Her hair was jet black flowing down her back. The head band she wore was decorated with the same crystals which sparkled like precious gems in the golden light. I stood as she stepped into the light and gasped for around her neck she wore the very same pendant that i kept hidden beneath my blouse. Suddenly the years peeled away and I was once again standing in the glade but instead of the Great tree in the center there stood a great tee-pee which was adorned with symbols and color. This was where the Great Spirit entered within the fire that burned within the Tee-pees center while the Chief of our Tribe told the story of our connection to the Earth and all that this entailed. He spoke of the time of our arrival, of the many species of plants,Trees Herbs and Roots that we bought to live among’st the many varieties that were already here. They were to compliment and strengthen healing that was needed in the future. He spoke of our connection to the Stars and there places. To the cycles of the Universe that continued outward ever creating. How this Universe we were now in was but one of many that supported Planets teaming with life in ways that the human mind cannot grasp until it too begins the journey back to the Great Spirit.He spoke of the many billions of stars that lead to other Planets where life had seeded and to the connection to Earth and its place within the cosmic Realm. As the Great spirit flowed through his heart it illuminated the hearts of many. I sat at his feet listening and learning the ways of this Earth until I had gained enough knowledge to put into practice all that he had taught me. I spent many days sitting in silence, much of which was done in solitude as I wandered the land though forests and steams until a place spoke to my heart. This is where I would pause until it was time to continue on. The beating of the drum along with the chants that flowed from my center grew in spirit day by day until I had mastered the ways of old. Shimmering Star taught me the ways of communication that flowed outward from our center to the center of all living things. This language was light. I would sit allowing my inner sight and hearing to flow upward and surround me, as an image appeared I would become a part of this image and transform myself into this image. At this moment I see the great Eagle with his head held high covered in feathers of white his wings flow outward ready to take flight and we are off flying higher and higher I feel the currents of wind flow through every feather taking us upward where we begin to sour. I feel the adjustments within as each feather rises and lowers as the air circulates. Below I can see the vast plains with the ripples of color and texture spread out toward the great cliffs that stand erect to the left. I hit an air pocket as I turn toward the right diving lower to cruise above the trees that grow here looking to see what is hidden among’st the leaves that my keen eyes saw move only to rise again to the sound of thunder from below. Horses are beating a path into the opening I see before me as they are lead by a Stallion out in front. I rise upward again and am drawn toward a ledge that sits out and come to rest here. It is then I feel myself being shaken and the voice of my daughter that I am back in my body. I see my daughters face in front of me filled with concern tears flowing down her cheeks and I pull her close to me. Her little body shaking I sooth her telling her all will be okay silently sending my light forth asking for guidance as I begin to remember. As I look around I see the glade now glowing in the light of the full Moon the mist gone. I lay the blanket on the ground and my daughter and I sit watching the moon rise slowly into the sky while all around us we see the forest animals standing in the shadows watching. I find myself thinking about what has just happened when it dawns on me that the young women I saw was myself in another time and that my being here now is in someway significant. This past month has been a struggle between the heart and mind as I try to understand what is happening within me that pushes then pulls me back to this present time in my life. It has been two months since this came into my being and flowed outward. Times have been tough and as I put this out the cycle has begun again but this time I am working to free myself from the bonds that bind us so that I am able to help others find their freedom. Every single being has the ability to change there lives and grow once the past is released and we gain insight into the reality that we can work as one unit to change this world while helping others along the way. As this day moves into the afternoon I have learnt more that in time I will share because this will help many gain strength, self esteem and in turn build the New World we all are waiting for.
    Thank you all for sharing Bill Lida words flow at times that i do not understand althought the mind cannot grasp the timeing the heart knows and the beating of the heart slows to join the rythum of life the rythum of the universe.
    Much love light and blessings I send to you all. Suzanne

  3. ASSOCIATE THE 2:10 Mark of video to the re post of music video below it—ALL is worth listening to–MUSIC has a way of DRIVING IT HOME

  4. thanks bill and lida =)

    so its monkey business out here on the web… well i give u folks that there is a lot of u know what on the web… but i guess to navigate thru all this (insert insult here) on the web one had to grow up in this environment to see some of it for what it realy is…

    i agree with u folks to a great deal… but still there are these raw diamonds out there doing the best what they can do to wake people up… and on the other hand… without this monkey business on the web… would we ever have heard about u folks ? well i guess not…

    i can not begin to imagine how the greater picture must look like to u folks… but down here its a different one… i dare to ask can u even imagine how life is down here for the average earth dweller ? im not saying we have it worse compared to other worlds…
    but please never forget that so many brave souls try their best everyday to make an effort to turn this wreck into something worth living and fighting for… u have one of these great examples writing down ur words… so take a closer look again 😉

    please dont get it the wrong way… but if the dark ones see us only as experiment or a weapon… or a new means to rage war on haven… shouldnt u as a far “relative” than not see us the same way as the dark ones do ? i mean i get it we are not of the original creation… but rather a by-product…
    i know u folks do already a great deal for us and im thankful for it!!!

    but what im trying to say is… if u folks only talk down to us and waste energy on that instead of teaching and showing us a better way… what good does it in the end when it all boils down to the point when the experiment ends… and u have an infinity to think about what u or we could have done different… i also understand way to good that u dont want to openly interfere and be dragged into another conflict…

    anyway thank u again =)

    oh and bye the way… that bursting bubble effect seams to manifest in all kinds of ways lately… reality is indeed stranger than fiction ^^

    i love this quote that sums it up… “Culture is a simplification and a lie. It’s the currency by which fools navigate the world. Smart people get beyond it.” terence mckenna

    ps: please never forget that we are lied in our faces here the moment we are born… so thank u for ur kind gift of truth… its refreshing and giving hope after all =)

    • Hi Stefman – good points… the link I added about the starchild just above your post might have some things to add to your ideas.

      The main issue is that people need to wake up! I think we can all agree about that. I agree that in our lives there’s much to bring us down… and we’re at a disadvantage because we’re “mostly” in the dark.

      Even our parents, without knowing it, participate in the process of adding to the darkness. It can be really hard to turn your back on that programming. Climbing ladders, fitting in, doing and saying the right things etc. The monkey on the highest branch is the winner! (the reference is “monkey see, monkey do” – rather than an insult to monkeys…)

      There are layers here… one is a story being told by a guy named Bill, who happens to go by the alias “Valiant”. Another layer… Apollo, Vala, Ceres… here but not here… time travellers and a different perspective from ours… Unfortunately, to get the right answer, sometimes we have to ask the right question…

      Oh and happy Woden’s day by the way 😉 😉 😉

    • Tom Petty – Flirting with Time

      A coyote ran across the road
      On the move without a home
      A flash of light reminded me of you

      This could well be your last stand
      Hold the sunlight in your hand
      Spread your fingers
      Feel the sand fall through

      I’ve done all I can do, now it’s up to you…

      You’re flirting with time baby
      Flirting with time, and maybe
      Time, baby, is catching up with you

      Shadow men talk a real good game
      Every punch line has your name
      You cried out and no one came to you

      I’ve done all I can do, now it’s up to you…

      You’re flirting with time baby
      Flirting with time, and maybe
      Time, baby, is catching up with you

      Should be more to learn from this
      Can’t say I know what it is
      No difference ‘tween a hit or miss, it’s true

      I’ve done all I can do, now it’s up to you…

      You’re flirting with time baby
      Flirting with time, and maybe
      Time, baby, is catching up with you


    Your physical form was much like a personal starship, which was grounded on Earth. While you were still wearing your higher dimensional form of the HERE and NOW, your perceptions were much like multidimensional windows through which you could perceive the higher fourth dimension, fifth dimensions and beyond.

    Therefore, higher dimensional beings took third/fourth dimensional incarnations in order to tell the truth of hope, God, and redemption. These “higher beings in human clothing” gathered followers around them, trained them, and then ascended to return to their higher dimensional homes.

    Awakening with Suzanne Lie: Leaving Time, The Arcturians through Sue Lie–Another Free Thank You Download


    • EXCELLENT POST AND VIDEOS DAVE! RAINBOW NATIONS, RAINBOW WARRIORS, CHILDREN OF THE SON/SUN…STAND UNITED…HOPE STRONG! The Native American prophecies mention 2 gatherings will occur…One near the Rocky Mountains and the other near the Appalachians. 😉 LETS GET READY…IT’S TIME TO GO!!! ❤

    • AMEN, brother! 😉

      great songs / videos too

      Why can’t we all just do more/better to get along in the first place???

      I guess these are the effects of temporary separation / limitation… Well I’ll try not to be too cynical about it all 😀

      With Gritted Teeth, We Carry On… (and on and on and on argh argh argh)

      I found a local radio station called “The Gamut” (first I thought they said the “gambit”) Plays lots of great stuff like this – if I didn’t know any better I’d say someone higher dimensional was at the controls 😉

  6. Hi all. Feilla, I know you have been showing and interest in the Eagle and Condor prophecy. I couldn’t find a link to the video to share but after yesterday’s events…last night the Aztecs (Condors of the South) arrived in North Dakota (The Eagles of the North) to show their support dancing in full regalia! Both men and women! Woo-hoo!!!

  7. These are beautiful, Suzanne. Thank you. ❤ And to you, Renee Martin, I don't know if you've commented here in the past, but I wanted to say hello. A video just for you… ❤ And of course, to all of the Tribe gathering here…Happy Blue Storm Day! 🙂

  8. Hello. Thank you dear Valiant. I’d like to give something in return. Tonight I want to offer all here a gift of a *word* through divination. This is the word given by “them”:

    *colure (noun p. COLURES [LL, coluri, pl) fr. Gr. hai kolouroi (sc. grammoi LINES) the colures, fr, kolos docked + oura tail; — because in ordinary latitudes a part is always beneath the horizon.] Either of two circles of the celestial sphere intersecting at the poles, one passing through the equinoctial points, and the other at right angles to it.

    And all shall be changed instantly….in a TWINKLING….of an eye…..

  9. Excellent post VALIANT. I believe that being is the DEMIURG spoken of by the Gnostics. It, and it’s offspring, are the “premature issue” that sprang up from Sophia’s fall. Again to the readers here, I recommend getting a copy of “NOT IN HIS IMAGE” by John Lamb Lash. This certainly explains the “invasions” or rather INTRUSIONS, I experienced in my dream time. They became especially aggressive beginning in September of 2009 to February of 2010. That was when I began to dream about a Giant Native American, Christ type figure who stood upon the Atlantic Ocean,I now believe he was Glous’cap. The last time they tried this was about 2 months ago, I woke up with a terrible headache, but my “stalker” I believe had his neck snapped two weeks ago. What was so funny about that last dream 😉 , was that the entity I had problems with during this time line, he always INSISTED that I carry that damn cup everywhere! In my dream I saw his shadow along the ground of the corner of a building I was approaching. I got really pissed! I went stomping towards him, tore around the corner of the building, mad as Hell, and he took off. I shouted at him and THREW the cup he gave me, in my hand at him! I looked up the symbolism of the dream…it was symbolic of returning the cup of pain, misery, cruelty and poison (literally) right back at him. Ha! And now…no more stalker! Thanks Lion Men 😉 <3!

    • Thanks for sharing this Robin – I think simple awareness of what we’re up against is a big part of the challenge. My “stalker” appeared as a Dalek (from the Dr. Who series). Hard and crunchy on the outside… soft and squishy on the inside! hehehe

      My hand was open in friendship and he had the nerve to come at me with his chainsaw attachment. REALLY? That’s so 80s 😉 So… no more stalker.

      Interesting about the hybrid theme – I guess the Dalek would be considered an octopus/robot hybrid.

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