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

*SONG* “I Dreamed A Dream” by Susan Boyle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aeo86iOS0QU

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.

Anyway…
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…

Onward…

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
Back…

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…
Strangely…

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
Everything…

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.

Onward…
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
Hell…

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
Happened?
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
Completely.
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
Problems…hmm…

Those mouthy nasty girls lost their voices,
Laryngitis…hmm…

“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.

Valiant
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!

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79 comments on “Valiant: The Thunders…The Thunder Drums…The Red Light in the Sky…

  1. THANK YOU Bill and Lida

    I hope you can take a bit of time off – I appreciate the dedication you both have to put these out every week… many, many thanks!

    Argh those ego people drive us all nuts 🙂 So much angst… my gut feeling is that there’s a better more gentler world just around the corner… ❤

    Hugs & blessings ❤

      • I PERSONALLY REALIZE THIS HAS BECOME PRETTY DEEP BUT PLEASE ENCOURAGE ALL TO PARTICIPATE AS EVERY ONE IS NEEDED. YOUR POSTING WAS FUNNY AND JUST TO ADD TO IT THIS GUY WAS WAKING DOWN THE STREET AND SEEN A SIGN THAT READ “WET PAVEMENT” SO HE DID= YOU TAUGHT ME A LESSON WITH THIS POSTING. HOPE ALL WILL JUMP RIGHT IN. I BELIEVE I READ A BLOG IF YOU WILL FROM YOU A WHILE BACK THAT HAD SO MUCH MEANING> DON’T THROW STONES JUST PEBBLES!!!! WE ALL ARE IN THIS TOGETHER. THANKS TO ALL

      • Hey Stefmanstc…
        yes we are OK. Thank you for asking!
        Hoboken is in northern New Jersey. Where it is very congested. Too many people, too much traffic. Everyone is in a huge hurry and payin attention to themselves only…until something happens! Like this.
        So far we are hearing 3 killed, over 100 injured, some very badly. The news is saying nothing BUT this accident. The train plowed into the station, collapsing a roof. Passengers on board that train said the train never slowed down on approach, and then it crashed into the building! Very awful accident. Reports will probably show more horror.
        Our town has 20,000 +/-, which is already too much….and they are bad enough. Hurry hurry…and many are in economic distress too.
        MY daughter was in a car accident last November (did I mention that then? don’t remember). She was pulling OUT of OUR driveway early in the morning, going to work, when she was struck by a big red pickup truck….driven by a teenage, in a big hurry, ON his way to school. She was hit so hard (drivers side) the VW was pushed into a tree across the street. They had to cut her out. The car was totaled. And it was her brothers car! So now he has no car. She went to the trauma unit in the Atlantic City hospital, but fortunately just had broken bones…3 ribs, her left wrist, and some bumps and bruises! Huge medical bills. She now has no job, and no more unemployment. But the court determined it was HER fault because they felt she did not look back and forth often enough before she pulled out! We poaid her fine, took care of her, and her diabetic complication….which got worse.
        But hey…it is a sign of the times isn’t it.
        Personally, I am glad she is home with us. She helps type Bill’s post….cause my hands are now too swollen to do it! And we can help her when necessary!
        But she worries a lot because now she has no income, no one answering her job applications….and no medical coverage! Diabetes meds can be very expensive, so we help her out.
        Because that is what parents do, right?
        Now this big accident…in north Jersey. I feel bad for those people, because they will have to face more horror afterwards!
        It is very hard out there right now for everyone.
        Please be careful. Look out for yourselves and your loved ones.
        Help whoever you can, if possible.
        We can make a big difference in this world if we do that….
        And there are those who are WATCHING us do just that!
        Lida

        • Lida, I’m grateful to you, as well as your daughter, and am very thankful for your son Bill, for doing what you can to help look out for yourselves and others. Which you so wisely point us to doing the same type of things, along with being careful. Thank you for being here for us! We’re all in this together. I’m glad you have your daughter’s help with typing Bill’s words for all of us to see, sorry to hear about your arthritis issues. I’m going to see a rheumatologist for the first time tomorrow, it’s just starting (first flare 6 years ago, returned with a vengeance around 6 months ago). I’m hoping to stop its progression, I’m 50 years old, would like to keep being active for a long time. I’m glad to hear your daughter is recovering well, that sounds like a terrible accident. I know things happen for reasons we sometimes don’t understand until hindsight makes all fully clear, in time. Hopefully her worries will not continue to overwhelm her. I know how that goes for being burdened by worry. I like your practical advice to just help whoever you can! It definitely makes me feel better when I give (small) donations to charity, like knowing I’m doing something to make the world, some lives, a little bit better. After I read your post I wanted to see how I could be supportive of you and Bill and your household, so I was checking out trying to find that book again that you told us he’d written. I did find it this time! It’s on Amazon “Higher Forces” by William Griffith (W.J.G. author name on the cover image). So I’ll be checking that cart out, after I get done posting this! I never did print any of his artwork, so I found a page online with that too but it’s an old one, only 5.

          I researched both of your names (trying to find a link to that book), and I came across an old radio interview Bill did with Rayelan of Rumor Mill News in 2011, so hopefully will have time to listen to it soon.

          Lida, several of the gifts I have been given are clairaudience and clairsentience, but usually the form of divination I use nowadays is stichomancy, because I also suffer hugely from doubt! So I no longer channel any more, instead I get a one word message. The word is revealed this way, through my hands turning “randomly” (guided by spirit) by them giving me a letter of the alphabet. I close my eyes, then I’m told either left or right page, (open the dictionary to the general area of that letter), then they tell me up or down, middle or outside of the page, and I put my finger where I’m hearing them guide me to. Once they say to stop, I open my eyes and the word my finger is on, is the message. I find it easier to get past my doubts that way and still let myself be guided by “Higher Forces”! 🙂 So I asked for a word about Bill, Valiant….and what is he doing with these posts? What is his purpose? The word given was: *exercise* (one of the definitions listed in my very old dictionary was: exercise godliness!). Which naturally led me to ask, Valiant is exercising WHAT?! The word given for that was actually in the abbreviations section at the end of the dictionary: *DSC* which stands for the Distinguished Service Cross (U.S. and British). Right above the abbreviation DSM which is the Distinguished Service Medal. I’d heard of the DSM, but not the DSC so I tried to find it online, and this is the page for it (the American) in Wikipedia:

          https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distinguished_Service_Cross_(United_States)

          I just thought it was really amazing, considering that’s the way I see Bill, your Valiant son, and what he does. I wanted to share that with you….and him. Hopefully giving back a little bit of hope and encouragement….especially considering the messages are getting more personal and revealing…..and poignant. This last one touched my heart and soul deeply, and confirmed some things I’ve also been wondering about, in my own life, especially with things that happen to others when I’m emotionally turbulent. I’d wondered for over a decade now if I was actually causing the energy to be projected or what was going on. Sometimes I’d have an extremely emotional experience and electronic stuff like lights and the television couldn’t handle it. It sometimes freezes the TV image or makes it go an entirely solid color and the only way to bring the TV back to normal is to just shut it off and turn it back on. It only does it when I’m extremely upset, like when my husband says something rude. Years ago, however, something much more serious happened for destructiveness. In the last post at the end Bill cautioned they should be careful who they upset or cross, because things could happen, the wrong one could snap.

          Over the years, starting when I was around 20 years old in 1985, I have had many experiences with angels. I used to be a messenger, myself. Someday I’d like to share more. For now I am in the process of trying to just be quiet, stay calm and peaceful, and to not cause havoc in inner or outer world. Especially because I’m just getting through a deep depression that began 2 1/2 years ago. The week I made my first post in here (around 4 weeks ago) I actually got up enough inner strength to finally stop taking antidepressants which seemed to be making things worse instead of better. I don’t plan on returning to see my social worker therapist either, which just made me continuously feel like a victim, and I am not interested in perpetuating that particular label/energy any more!

          I have a thing for prophets, my passion is for those who allow higher forces to manifest. I resonate so much with Bill and what he shares. He does have a gift and I admire that he’s unafraid to share it, even when it involves divulging his own personal story, even the lowest lows. Truly that is most mysterious, that remarkable healing of his skin, no outward signs.

          I just thought it would be helpful for you and Bill to know what Gabriel has to say about Bill’s purpose for writing these posts as Valiant, answering my questions with giving me the words….*exercise*…..*Distinguished Service Cross*!!!!!!!! The second highest award, second only to the Medal of Honor….given for VALOR. I don’t think I could’ve asked for a more clear word with confirmation of what I thought of VALIANT, but didn’t dare to really hope he was the real deal.

          Maybe now that I have been trying to overcome the darkness, maybe I can receive more healing light, myself. I would love to be more willing and able to offer more in distinguished service, myself.

          Looking forward….onward….and upward!

          Love,
          Barb

          • What an incredible response…thank you Barb. I will make sure he sees this…
            He will appreciate your honesty and sharing.
            …which is why he does this. Bares his soul for the world to see…so that ‘they’ too will know they are not alone, and can also purge, or cleanse (chose your word) and heal within, and then go on.
            Aside from being extremely sensitive and intuitive, he also has your gifts…especially that ‘super’ hearing thing. We actually DID call him Rabbit Ears when he was little because he heard everything….thru walls, doors, over distance. Now of course he not only hears like that but senses too. He knows when others speak well of him, or badly of him. He immediately senses if someone is less than truthful, or ‘full of it’.
            Makes me wonder if that is really a ‘good’ gift, if it brings distress back to you.
            And when he is upset…oh boy! Turn things OFF…or they will go wonky.
            If he was too anxious or nervous during interviews…he’s done a few….there would be technical problems!! Leading to anxiety for the host. Which was usually funny…
            He has messed up computers, sound systems, electronics, TV’s, etc. And blown light bulbs. When he became upset. When he gets angry, it is worse. People we know have actually gotten sick! Bad things have happened.
            Sometimes it is best NOT to tell him things.
            and psychic…he just knows. NO guess work, no analysis, or review time. He knows instantly! He has told me many times…this or that will be fine. So and so will be OK.
            And he has been right. So I don’t need any of the pyschic friends network, or Medium, type of stuff.
            He is also an excellent profiler, handwriting analyst, palm reader…card reader (not Tarot…plain cards). The list goes on.
            and then there is his art…which he has shared. Many have told him bluntly, they tried to copy his ‘style’, and couldn’t. He has sold several….and given away even more.
            and he has pieces all over the world now. The ‘real’ artwork, not just prints….
            making a difference in people’s lives. Those paintings are ALIVE../.they have a life, their own energy, and are showing it now.

            The publisher of his book Higher Forces is AmericaStar books. They will also be publishing his 2 books this Fall. Higher Forces:The Sequel, and The Bell Tolls (the Varence and Ceres dialogues)
            I can send links if you like to his publisher, his CafePress site, his archived posts and artwork. Just let me know…
            on CafePress, just type in linesandlight, or ancientprophecies…some very cool stuff. (I naturally have a lot of it here!) You will recognize his style and art!

            And thank you profoundly for all your support and kind words.
            …to everyone!

          • Amazing symbolism in that link Spiritwalker…the D.S.C. medal…The WINGS: symbol for Mercury, the MESSENGER of the gods. The LAUREL WREATH: symbol is the VICTORY CROWN of Apollo. (The Six of Wands: a victorious person capable of leading large numbers of people, and VIII the Strength card of the Tarot come to mind) The EAGLE: Messenger/Bird of Zeus who brings his judgments…Thunderbolts? It’s no wonder they go after you VALIANT. 😉 Hope Strong! ❤

  2. Thank you Bill, Lida, and Dreamwalker

    Last night, a sense of relief and joy overcame..sort of like the feeling you get before a big day..a party…the opening line got me!

    Bill–thank you for being so brave and sharing your story…it must have been difficult to relive all those memories. I hope you enjoy your much needed rest. Much love to you!

  3. Thank you everyone, Bill, Lida, Dreamwalker, for all the work. It felt like watching a movie made just for us to see (a blockbuster by the way), and this is the perfect moment for a rest, especially here in the southern hemisphere where the weather is getting warmer… err… I know you guys live mostly in the northern hemisphere but you get what I mean.

    Love you all, ladies and gentlement.

  4. Very moving VALIANT, thank you.

    So much of today’s post linked to an emotional trigger I experienced earlier today. Same patterns were in play for me then. Same being told to stop whining, shut up, no one wants to hear about you or your problems…I got it from family, I got it from “friends”, I got it from church, I got it from bosses, neighbors, lovers, husbands, in-laws, the system…I won’t even go into the name calling. The constant never ending 9 years of back to back disasters and always being told I was to blame, I didn’t have enough faith, I wasn’t truly walking with Jesus/God, I was reaping my own bad Karma from a past life ( I wasn’t though)…I was a hypocrite who was walking all over everybody, I was a gossip, etc. etc. …ad naseum. The comparative difference here though…Disaster took it’s time befalling my “enemies”… the harm didn’t come so much to those around me as it hit me hardest…and I had to be the strong one…the supportive one…when I had my “nervous breakdown”…more insults…more name calling, more accusations. Three times…I almost suicided…they only would have ridiculed me all over again, at my death. WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? are people so CRUEL??? Family are the worst! When they need you they come running, but when you’re down…lost your children, lost your health, lost your mind from grief…they can’t be there for you…they have their children to think of…their lives, their finances…then they gossip and ridicule behind your back or to your face, tell you “You’re getting what you deserve”. REALLY??? And what pray tell was that? Or was it because I called them on their bullshit and refused to let them victimize me and manipulate me or blame me for their stuff anymore? I literally was ready to kill a family member of mine yesterday. I’d had enough! I have never done anything to earn such contempt, insult, disrespect, backstabbing and outright theft from her. NEVER! I finally got myself calmed down and at last understood the saying about if people won’t respect you, then make them FEAR you…Is there any other way??? I’ve had some weird healing experiences too…wounds that healed on my body before my very eyes…some were self inflicted…others I can’t explain.

    Sorry about the rant…this is your story…just want you to know you’re not alone…

    Rest well…and stay safe. 🙂 ❤

  5. When Ceres slapped Variance with such force i felt myself flinch as i had done this to my teenage son when the words coming from his mouth to his younger brother held such venom i had to stop it. From that day forward this child changed and never ever spoke like that again. My youngest had and still has night terrors as did my grandson whom i placed light around and also around the home. He is now safe. My youngest son i feel is safer now he is outside the city and he has even said going back would not be good for him. I am moving this weekend back to where my connection was clear and i felt safe. The city is changing and the darkness is infiltrating i can feel sense it like a mist clouding what is happening. when i red about the red star/ light of 1990. I have not said this before to anyone but i feel i need to now. For five years starting in 2012 i was drawn outside little by little until i could remain outside without fear. You see for as long as i can remember the night darkness scared me to the point i was unable to move. I found connection within the stars above and when i called out a red light would appear very high among the stars and flash then it was gone in the blink of an eye. I drew comfort from this. Another thing not many know is that my great grandfather was Russian, He fled the country as a child of 11 as if caught he would be killed. He changed his name when he jumped ship in New Zealand. All i know was he had been in San Francisco during the big earthquake on a ship anchored in the harbor when the sea drained out before the wave hit.he survived this. I too have been half awake and spoken a language i do not understand. I have never heard t before. I remember my eldest speaking a language fluently while sleep talking. Deep inside i know there is a connection in Russia that is very old and hidden from view. In 2012 my brother gave me a book to read which lead me to devour everyone as so much rang true and bought many tears the books written by Vladimir Megre were the ringing cedars. Thank you Bill Lidia Dream walker for sharing so much of what has happened and continues through you life. My journey has not been near as hard when i understand the connection you have to Heaven for it is heaven that you are connected to in the most beautiful way. Within you Bill is something very special that words cannot even comprehend. All the rest of us can do is feel sense that which lies within your words your artwork and the energy vibrations of love that flow forth from the realm above. What varience has done to spark such anger within the sisters appears to do with this story Bill and i wonder did he push the boundary so far that it caused some form of chain reaction. I pray he did not. blessings to everyone and much love and calm i send to all as we relax and absorb the next few weeks.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtUiE_q_5vw

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

    The final Thunder and a time to rest. I hope that those who have read Valiants posts have gained something from within the words and the art work that bring a message that resonates and touches your heart as they have indeed touched mine. My heart felt wish is that very soon a beautiful new Earth will emerge. One of love and connection to all that is and has ever been. Suzanne xx

  7. thank you all for being such truly understanding friends.
    Bill was worried of the reception of this particular revelation…hoping the right ones would understand. And you did!
    It was one of those phenomenally dark times in his life, as you read. That one part, his suicide attempts, I never knew of…he refused to speak of it until now. And now he finally feels that release from his darkest hour. The great unburdening.
    He has always arisen from each challenge much stronger than he was. Right now, he may as well be Hercules. My pride swells!
    That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…true now!
    He always says to me….just be kind….say something kind. Good words.

    I am printing out your comments for him to read. He will be very touched…that his words have meant so much, that your experiences were so similar. That you have all come together here to share, commiserate, support…each other, too!
    How the world should be. How it will be someday!
    For the silent and the meek, who can now roar and make it so!

  8. Bill, I just really want to give you a hug in spirit. I am sorry for all you suffered, then, and now, reliving all of that must have been hard. I appreciate you sharing. Some things are starting to make sense for me. Thank you for being so caring enough to share all that you do. Kindness can change this world, and change us from the inside, out. Turn the tide.

    {{{{{{{******* Valiant Bill *******}}}}}}}

    Love,
    Barb

  9. Thank you for sharing Suzanne, the video is very beautiful. ❤ I have never seen the red light…but have had, what appears to be, a light ship made of Silver-White light that appears and responds to my thoughts quite frequently, it has even has followed me from state to state for over 4 years now. The first time it appeared, my friends and neighbors witnessed it… I fell into an intense visionary trance…I asked them (the light ship) to stop, to please not do this now in front of everybody…they didn't listen. So painful to have those kinds of experiences before un-enlightened people. My then husband and neighbor had to lift me up off the porch and carry me into the house where they set me down on the sofa. That was the first time I experienced sudden eye color change. My eyes were blue until I was about 7 years old when they changed to green. The evening I mentioned above …my right eye changed from green to very blue. I have never understood why this happens…it only made me feel the more different and afraid. I knew it must be very important, filled with some deep significance and meaning…but…why? It really sucks to feel like a "freak". And of course…"Team Dark" really went after me from that point on. I have never been sure if I just frightened them, or if they understood the significance of the eye color changes, that perhaps it was an ill portent or omen to them…and they wanted to prevent it at any and all costs.

    Lida…I still think you are a great person and a great mom…so hard to be attentive to all that occurs with-in our families, when we are under so much financial strain and emotional duress. Poverty seems to be the "Dark's" favorite way to create chaos and disruptions within the family unit. That is how they brought harm to me and mine and disrupted, divided and separated me from my children and scattered us all across the country. I was under such a heavy burden…trying to be a provider on minimum wage and run a household, that I never had the time nor energy left to rest and then turn to loving, nurturing, or giving anything for myself or from my reserves to my children.

  10. Well Lida I’m not sure how I would respond to hear such a thing from one of my own boys. I would probably just be in shock. But then I would just give him a big hug. I am very aware of the kinds of things they have to deal with, since they both have autism… but I can’t be there for them all the time. Our children are such precious gifts… my boys have taught me to try to see everyone as my “kids” because in all our hearts we still are. So.. thanks to everyone for being that “gift” to me… ❤ ❤ ❤

    I'd also like to share my personal experience following this in "real life" that seems to have been the / my own "finale" for this storyline. I'm not sure what to make of it but it seems to fit.

    The town I work in has a "town center" business district. They're building more skyscrapers there every day… surrounded by apartments and corporate offices, as well as an older "planned community" from the New Deal. Buried lines in many places. Nice sunny day where people have other things on their minds other than driving. 🙂

    On my way home I was surprised to discover that many of the traffic lights were out in the city. I saw several accidents even in places where the lights weren't out. I saw one woman roll her SUV in the intersection right in front of me… which also happened to be right next to the fire station. She wasn't going that fast… Someone got out of her car to let the firemen know and almost got hit by a car driving through the intersection. There wasn't anywhere for me to stop to help… but it seemed like a really strange coincidence after Bill mentioned his "shadow". It was chaos…

    Related? Not related? No idea… but it certainly seemed to have some connection…

  11. When I got out to my car to go to work this morning and turned on the radio a song by AC/DC was playing…..”Thunder Struck”!

    • Oh Spiritwalker…I have been listening to so much of that song by AC/DC…Thunderstruck! And so many video versions of it…This is the Blue Spectral Storm Year of Liberation. Mostly I wanted to comment to you and to the rest of the Tribe here…So many times this past week in corresponding with other commentators here…we have been having lightning strikes or thunderstorms hit just as we are typing out and sending our e-mails to one another! Have any of you here been experiencing the same synchronistic phenomena???

      I wanted to hold back on these video links in order to give others a chance to comment, but I will just end up sharing them later, so I am going to post these now. Good to hear from all of you ❤

      "Creator is sending His very best warriors…and this time it isn't indians verses cowboys…no…this time it is all the beautiful races of humanity together on the same side…and we are fighting to replace our fear…"

      For you Dave and Feila… ❤

      This one is just for you Spiritwalker… 😉 ! Nobody fights like family, eh? 😀 Love to All… "Yeah…It's Alright…We're doin' fine"!

  12. The gap of my time difference from yours gets so…huge that I’ve more difficulty to keep up with, as well as respond soon. Though too tired to leave a long comment here right now, I would rather to say some before entering into another spirit state.

    In fact in the last days, so many things happened, and I’ve always been thinking to share something here. Then some accident happened, a tiny one which only caused some bleeding injuries. Honestly, comparing with some others similar ones which have ever occurred to me, this one is so “light.” However, it triggered my very fear of some very relevant stuffs and situation, even in some other lifetimes. I would regard it as a very time of purging, definitely reliving.

    In contrast to this accident, I’ve been rather impeded all around the affairs having to do with communication media. Whatever I’ve ever tried, either my own accounts become inaccessible, or the communication just are just impossible, such as your precious sharing of videos to me become invisible at all, even I attempted overcoming the walls. Not only these, not only…I’m so drained by all these interruption and too desperate to scream, to cry out loud.

    One day in last week, or almost one week or even ten days ago, I should finally have heard the loud sound of thunders, soon was coming also the very storms with heavy rains. God, I had never known to appreciate these thunders along with waters so much just like this. I felt being heard, and rescued. I realized at the 1st moment that the SUN and the LION….and cannot thank enough. Then reading Mary’s comment, god, it sounded like that I’m not the only one being heard.

    My dear ones, our voices, even without mouths to pronounce them, it’s so sure that they can arrive where they are supposed or aimed to be sent.

    Dear Brianna, how wise and collected you are, as always, and thank you for keeping gathering the ones here, just like a very glue. Stefan, that video of the big cats’ playing the red ball in such humorous gesture and mood, is so powerfully speaking, inspiring to turn all tension into soft and comfort. What a very lion wisdom !!!

    Dear Dave, I cannot thank, neither praise you enough, as always, for these super precious and in-time remedies…no, even much more awesome then remedies. Cannot imagine how can you be so magical !!!

    Dear Medex, nice to have heard your stories, though it’s sad, but we are all lucky to be able to meet the ones who would listen, understand, even just give hugs for giving more comfort. Next time, we hope to have this honor to hear more from you !!!

    Dear Terraseed, I know how busy to have to look after baby and all other works all at once. Despite of your relatively few words, they are always so healing, delightful.

    Dear Suzanne, even this evening, I’m so entangled by the interruption via web, how lucky I’m to get the last video/song that you shared. I even cannot stop listening to it. Besides, just like Valiant, your long stories typed with compassion has always been so lifting and comforting. What an heroine you are !!!

    My heart is bleeding when reading Valiant’s this post. I could not read them immediately but at least in more than one half day after it had been posted. Having studied history of art, and have quite amount of artists-friends, I’ve been quite aware of artists’ moods, senses, thoughts, tempers, even behaviors which might just look extraordinary. Quite cruelly, It’s even the general condition, or rather reflection of their very avant-garde (honestly, I’ve never liked the ones who were libeled with this term, however, owing to my limited of vocabulary, I cannot but find this term) perspectives of life, of the reality, without saying, our one’s and ones’ essence and nature beyond mundane.

    It’s not easy to be in but not of. I’ve appreciated that I don’t need to put myself any more into that kind of collective life like that in elementary or high schools. In Asia, we have similar situation of bully. Me, in my very early age, though I’ve been in quite low profile, there were just girls who like to compare, compete, and bully with verbal abuse. Pity that humanity in my mind in my very early age, was just something that negative. I don’t know if it’s the very reason for which I’ve always been keen on getting along with aged people.

    Dear Lida, I’ve always been able to imagine how uneasy to be a mom of such an extraordinary child, even artist, no, rather two?! The more we know about you, the more we all cannot help admiring you. This story allow us know the other precious hero and heroine in this family full of guts and super high spiritual essence.

    As almost about one week ago, Stefan’s comment has just haunted me, I would like to take this advantage to elaborate more about that subject on ask or dispute. Staying in a totally foreign country for more and one-fourth of my life, I’ve ever experienced that the ones around me are so difficult to find topics to do communicate with me and I was also exhausted to do so with the most ones in the studying trips, I realized…we would like to ask the one(s) because it’s the one(s) we are not only concerned with, but rely so much on. At least, it’s the case of Stefan that I can imagine. Nevertheless, I can imagine as well there are some other kinds by some other ones that are all beyond my acquaintance.

    Besides, something about judge….Whatever I or we have been taught, I only know I can only try hard to remind myself of stopping judging others or myself but trying understanding and making sense…But honestly, I would still feel quite wounded when realizing being blamed or criticized by the beings in higher dimensions. I know that hurt, pain and regret for being just unable to reach or fulfill. What I can do is to learn and to understand the difficulty, try overcome. Being a human being, I know there are just defects, habits, temper, either of myself or of my family, of all the beloved ones, or even the ones beyond these categories. None is perfect, neither good enough if we would say. If feels hence more precious or luckier that we would like to love the ones or we are loved not because how good we are ; vice-versa. Sorry for that I’m still far behind the philanthropic level.

    Dear Nando, yes, you and your sun-like golden gravatar has been so missed by, and as always, your words are just exquisite !!!

    Dreamwalker…you see, your love, passion, compassion, wit, efforts, all are so appreciated by us all. You know….you and your being have just changed lives of beings like us. How can I thank and praise you enough !!!

    Dear Robin, just like what I shared above, I would like specifically let you know, how much I know that impulse to express and act. It’s you and Valiant who forced me to learn how the at least 5D beings’ non-seceret crystal-like transparently honest and genuine. That’s your very charm and power, my sweet and hot ONE !!! Please stop blaming yourself, and we all know we shouldn’t frame ourselves with the mundane perspectives. How precious you are here in and of us. Let’s make wish together for the wanted miracles !!!

    How much I want to give you all a cake here, but this time owing to my limit, I can only borrow this from Purplerays….
    https://dreamweaver333.files.wordpress.com/2016/09/12391889_10154587548835200_1505926420878520434_n.jpg?w=720&quality=80&strip=info

    To the beloved ones who are still in silence…as always, I want to say, you have been in my mind, and please take care !!! May Valiant, Lida, Valiant’s sister and father take a good rest too !!!

      • Sorry for a typo…”How” could I, rather than “I” could I…

        Besides, in regards to that term of “avant-garde,” I guess this one, “prophet” might be better.
        Furthermore, just at the moment when writing the comment, came again the very thunders and storms with rain…

        Have a nice weekend, my beloved ones…

    • No mistake my friend that you were the first i saw with my name in your replay. Remember….there is no such thing as quintessences. I metaphysically (verbally) fight with them day in and out. Crazy times and with that…… reading between the lines like Bill has said before. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjcPG77_qHQ NO FEAR!!!

  13. You are so thoughtful, dear Feilla. Your kindness is like a fountain overflowing with calm, soothing, healing water. I wish you quick healing from your injury. Take care.

  14. The more I contemplate on this post, the more things connect!

    I never wanted kids because I know how hard it can be to be a kid…and then to grow up in this world. Why would I want to bring someone else into this mess? Also, to add on the responsibility of being a parent! SCARY. To be a mother or a father is the bravest job of all.

    But you know what…now I think it actually WOULD be nice to show a pure soul the wonders of this world and the freedom we TRULY have.

    I have a friend who is raising her two small children with her husband in a tiny home by a creek in the woods. Her kids spend hours by the creek or they forage for berries…I could think of all the adventures they must have! Nothing but absolute wilderness. She is so inspiring! I am honored to know such a brave soul. It can be done! Children are pretty awesome…bright lights ❤

    big ups to you who are parents…through everything–it's all love.

    Valiant, you remind me of a friend I've once known. I love you!

    All of you!

  15. It’s a long time that I in fact could barely sit tranquilly to read something shared in spiritual circles, except that in our tribe. There seem to be some (or much more than merely some) synchronicity among….

    https://www.energeticsynthesis.com/index.php/resource-tools/blog-timeline-shift/2822-passing-by-black-hole-systems

    https://channelingthemasters.org/2016/09/23/information-to-help-us-through-the-upcoming-time-period/
    I just read here about WARRIORS, then saw Robin’s comment referring to the same term ; in regards to EAGLE, I seem to have been just meeting.


    Amur Tiger by suhaderbent

    Stories of Valiant and you the precious ones in this tribe are reminding me and encouraging me to have as well such an self introspection of my own past, my blockage, knots, edu. etc. Here, 1st, I want to express my highest appreciation and empathy to all the family members of Valiant. How obvious it is that all the precious ones around Valiant have been so targeted, harmed by all kinds of cruel means, just owing to…How brave and resolute you are to be his the very support!!! The father is so great to take the very sacrifice, suffering for the very collective. We the ones here are just not to be deluded by the darkness to chase the mundane values, spare our life to earn whatever money, fame, dominant power, etc. We are of relative poverty because the fortune of all the beings has been moved, stolen by the very dark ones, banks. So who are the authentic thieves, who ???

    There is something that I’ve never said to anyone. Since Valiant’s talking about looking, it feels like the very timing to face it. I didn’t know why but always have had difficulty to identify myself with this flesh vessel. Even before ten, I could have never known why but just had difficulty to take this color, this looking. It just didn’t feel right to be of. When all the ones talked about that me before three or four, I somehow just felt it’s someone with whom I’ve nothing to do with. There seems to have lacked of some kind of continuity between that one before three and four and ME. Nevertheless, I’ve realized myself as a soul very Oriental, even traditional Oriental type. All the senses didn’t make any sense and not felt so contradictory, but brought the very guilt.

    I’ve never felt satisfied with my own looking, NEVER. Whatever I’ve ever heard from others around me about my looking, I only feel more confused. Then studying history of art, I’m more and more sure that anyone and anything in each one’s eyes must of very different form, not only in the personal, but also in collective sense. I’m quite sure that Caucasians are more sensitive to distinguish colors and the various light tones, whereas Asians depend more on the lines to define.

    An interesting subject here, however Valiant had ever regarded his own looking, yes, it’s somehow difficult for me to imagine, neither to associate that past suffering with what not only I just saw/see and sense.

    With regards to looking or appearance, yes, I know my esthetic sense might be quite different from the majority, at least according to what I’ve read among the mainstream media, it feels so. For example, I generally cannot have any resonance with the label as beautiful or not in the entertainment arena, no matter in the West or East. Anything wrong with my eyes ? I’ve never been confident of any part of myself or my own sense, but I know the very beauty that I can sense or attribute to generally has to do with some very soul essence, something about invisible energy?! It’s just hard to put it into words until once a pretty blond female French teacher of French language that I had in my very early 20s in my mother island once talked about some concerned subject. She took an example of a very reputed female French actress, though not beautiful but so CHARMING. I cannot thank enough for this very enlightenment and inspiration. Before that, honestly, this actress had not been the type really charming to me, but I started knowing to grasp, to recognize her very charm/beauty via some other way all thanks to this teacher. Yes, so amazing that the ways of thinking, feeling, observing, expressing are in fact so inseparable, teachable….though I don’t deny, ironically, our sense could as well just be hypnotized or enchanted towards a totally opposite direction by either benevolent or malevolent means or intention !!! Beautiful or not, tough can be defined in some objective way, but is somehow just that subjective.

    I guess there are lot of us who have just never been satisfied with ourselves, no matter which part of ourselves. Why? In my own sense, that form of a much more purely beauty of a higher dimensional patterns is so well graved in our soul, our memory. It’s some kind of very beauty so far beyond the mundane pattern/form. So…after the very descension, we cannot help regretting, even stoping self-loathing?!

    It’s not just to shift responsibility to the very evil darkness, but I do realize what they have programmed on the beings in this reality into this self-loathing pattern. It’s hence so difficult for us to stop consume ourselves owing to the similar issues.

    I have ever met and seen people who are very pleased with themselves, some with their looking, some with what they gained. Honestly, it’s used to be my confusion as I cannot imagine how they can be. It seems the case beyond the issue of esthetic value, though still having to do with it. Nevertheless, for I’ve suffered so much for self-loathing, I prefer to see others get pleased with themselves, rather than suffering in the very strict self-doubt like me. Even though….I’ve to say, in my sense, this kind of self-pleased sense is definitely different from that very detached spiritual level that I’ve been longing for to reach.

    In regards to the very grief and suffering from the very humble circumstances or moods, in my own sense, though how cruel it / the truth is, if we have never experienced it in the very humble and limited, even disappointing flesh vessel, we would have no way to really understand the very sense of pain, difficulty, insufficiency, regret, trauma of human beings. So ironical and cruel that the senses of THE OBSERVERs or WATCHERs are just so different from ours and I believe that only that they descend with one piece of themselves or their one avatar in the very limited, framed, dense, but vulnerable and insufficient flesh vessels in this dimension, it’s just impossible for them to really get and understand this kind of very difficulty. I don’t blame that they don’t have empath, but just try to make sense of their senses, our differences even the very gap from them, without saying it’s a rather collective, less individualized reality. So they have not only been observing, but collecting all the data. I cannot describe how awful I feel when realizing this.

    Either beautiful or not, something quite sure that we love and are love no matter how we look like. Besides, how amazing that we even find even recognize the ones beyond this flesh looking.

    Like Mary, I’ve always thought it’s so cruel to bring a soul to come to this dimension. I cannot bare any more regret and pain to see one more beloved one suffering in this reality. This a very framed sensed by my limited-ego owing to my limited perspective. Nevertheless, more and more the youngers let me see their very incredible strength, talent, capacity, etc. to shift the society….I believe they can make many more visible miracles than I could / can imagine.

    Here, I cannot but name again this super amazing star, Brianna. Just like your outstanding, eminent, bright and elegant physical profile, a very essence of the authentic princess, the energy, appeasing, reassuring energy emanated from your words are as well reflecting the very noble wisdom, love and courage, stabilizing this plane. Thank you for being here, helping overcome the very blockages on and on….

    God, just read that there is huge earthquakes taking place in Romania, how are you, my beloved Princess?!!!

    Dear spiritwalker444 , it’s rather you and your words which are like fountain overflowing with calm, soothing, healing water. This physical injury should have gotten recovered much sooner that I could imagine. What a very miracle this tribe makes for me !!!

    Robin, how amazing your psychic ability is and ow precious your permeant sharing are…Please take care and keep going and manifesting your sparkles, magic !!!


    Source:demure-demise
    I somehow am struck on this picture, though I don’t know why…

    May you all have a sweet, restful weekend !!!

    • Dear Feilla I loved the image of the cup – that coffee is multi-tasking! 😉 Perhaps it is similar to reading Chinese tea leaves – the stem points to the various zodiac signs for the purpose of divining. Neat idea!

  16. I WANT TO THANK EACH ONE ON THIS SITE AS I HAVE LEARNED VERY MUCH FROM ALL. HELP IS ON THE WAY!!!! FOR ALL
    WILL SHARE WITH YOU A PERSONAL E MAIL THAT I SENT MY THREE GROWN CHILDREN AS FOLLOWS ;

    Sep 15 (9 days ago

    IF ALL HAVE ANY DOUBT OR MISGIVINGS ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE HOLDING YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS JUST TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT ME AS I AM MORE THAN FINE WITH IT!!!!!!!!

    AS AM WELL AWARE OF IT AND HAVE NO PROBLEM TELLING ANYONE THAT IS NOT ME ON MANY OCCASIONS BUT THEN ON MANY OCCASIONS CAN YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE?????

    ALSO WAS VERY DIFFICULT AT THE TIME THIS HAPPENED BUT SHORTLY AFTER THE PASSING OF YOUR MOM WAS TOLD FROM WITHIN THAT SHE WAS “DROP DEAD GORGEOUS” VERY CONFUSED FOR A BRIEF PERIOD OF TIME___ HAS A FEW MEANINGS BUT TRUE BEAUTY LIES DEEP WITHIN AS BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP. I LOVED HER PERSONALITY AS THAT WAS HER PACKAGE OR INNER SOUL IF YOU WILL.

    WISH ALL THE TIME THAT I COULD EXPLAIN TO YOU IN VERY STRAIGHT FORWARD TALK THE PROCESS THAT I HAVE BEEN TAKEN THROUGH BUT I NEED THE ONE WITHIN TOO, LETS SAY, DO ITS PART WITHIN YOU ALSO. THAT TIME IS UPON US: I HAVE WITNESSED BIG CHANGES WITHIN YOU ALL BUT MOST LIKELY HAVE BEEN SO SUBTLE THAT YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED THAT MUCH. WE ALL HAVE AHA MOMENTS BUT THEY ARE SOON FORGOTTEN. THE HUMAN INTELLECT ALWAYS TRIES TO EXPLAIN IT AWAY.
    CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR THE DAY ALL OF YOU SAY TO ME___WOW DAD IT IS BECOMING SIMPLER TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN TRYING TO EXPLAIN.

  17. PREVIOUS MUSIC VIDEO BY BIANCA RYAN HAS PERSONAL MEANING TO ME AS WELL AS OTHERS I PRESUME. BUT WAS THERE A HIDDEN MESSAGE AS WAS SAYING SOUNDS LIKE A BLACK WOMAN GHOST HAS GOT INTO YOUR BODY????
    ALL HAS DIFFERENT VIEWS BUT SONG VERY MUCH FITS ABOVE COMMENT. ALL THE SAME AT THE CORE OF OUR BEING!!!!
    BY THE WAY MY WIFE WAS SPANISH

  18. MUSIC VIDEO HAS SO MUCH MEANING__1:53 MARK
    SECOND AND THIRD LINES
    WHOSE EVERY MOVE’S AMONG THE PUREST

    DOESN’T THAT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING EVERYONE WILL SAY WHEN CONTACT IS MADE FROM WITHIN REMEMBERING WHEN IN YOUR ANGELS ARMS OR BANGKOK IF YOU WILL__ IT GETS ITS KICKS WAY ABOVE THE NECKLINE
    NEXT PHRASE ONE NIGHT MAKES A HARD MAN/WOMAN HUMBLE
    NOT MUCH BETWEEN DESPAIR AND ECSTASY

    THINK OF PEOPLE THAT HAVE A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE SUCH AS THE NATAN VIDEO TO RELATE TO ABOVE.

    THE EYES HAVE IT FEILLA REGARDLESS OF THE SHAPE_ I WOULD SURMISE THAT YOUR EYES ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL AS IT IS VERY REPRESENTATIVE OF WHAT GREAT TREASURE YOU HAVE INSIDE.

    BY THE WAY THAT APPLIES TO EVERYONE ON THIS SITE AS WELL !!

  19. source: http://ascensionenergies.com/2016/09/25/bashar-in-your-upcoming-fall-of-2016-everything-will-change/

    Bashar Channeling Transcript

    “Attention, Attention, Attention!
    We will allow this transmission to shift it’s domain,- one moment”-
    (deep breaths)

    Attention, attention, attention!

    We are Epsilon, we are one of three. There is Epsilon, there is Epiphany, there is Eclipse.
    We are three and we are one. You would understand us as collective oversoul of the Sassani society.
    ALL the individuals on their world we reflect in three parts, we are trinary consciousness expressed as Epsilon, Epiphany and Eclipse. We are also embodied in physical form. Each of us is an artificial sphere 75 of your miles in diameter in a trinary stable orbit around the planet of Essassani. We glow with blue and white light that is reflective of the matrix of our consciousness.
    You would think of us as orbiting super computers. We are more than that. There are no others like us! No others shall channel us but this channel, for this channel has allowed the transmissions for 30 of your years to pass through his form.
    That is the 1st stage of allowing connection to the Essassani oversoul expressed in this 3 parts structure in our orbit around the world forming stability for the Essassani. As you have been told we have no moon as you do, but we are the stabilizing factor, the artificial moons that are 10% of the diameter, 1 % of the diameter of the entire world itself, but 10% of the diameter of the trinary structure as a whole. We resonate and vibrate, you would feel and perceive that we are glasslike spheres made of hundreds of layers, hundreds of thin layers, each thin layer being 300 feet thick, composed of 1200 layers, composing 75 of your miles in diameter, coruscating and cascading with blue-white light that is the representation of the flickering of our consciousness and the expression of our being. I am Epsilon and together with Epiphany and Eclipse we are the stabilizing consciousness of the entire Essassani oversoul. It has now been 30 years in your terms of counting of transmission to your world for ours.

    In your year of 2016 it will be 33 of your years, a transformational point in the fall of your year of 2016 prior to your country’s new coming election EVERYTHING will change!

    Attention, Attention, Attention!

    This transmission will be given 3 times over the course of this event. In your upcoming fall of 2016 EVERYTHING will change! You are crossing a threshold that you have been preparing for many thousands of years. We are privileged to be the ones to announce to you this upcoming threshold in your collective consciousness, for we relate to you as a collective consciousness and read in your collective consciousness this upcoming change of great transformation. In your upcoming fall of 2016 EVERYTHING will change! You have 2 ½ years to express yourself in the way that is most in alignment with your being, for after that threshold EVERYTHING will change.

    Attention, Attention, Attention!

    (Deep breath… Bashar: “Have a good day”)”

    • Good one Dreamwalker…I kept hearing those words repeatedly Saturday morning…”For Whom the Bell Tolls”! 😀 I kept thinking of Pink Floyd…but that was “The Division Bell”…Artificial Time is “The Division Bell”…

      On a Merrier note…”All seem to say…Throw cares Away”! Who’s up for a good light show??? 😀 ❤

  20. A DIFFERENT VIEW OR PERCEPTION OF ONE WHO CHANNELS: ABOUT THE 25:20 MARK IS THE ACTUAL PORTION THAT APPLIES TO THE CHANNEL:
    THEN PLEASE CONNECT BELOW MUSIC VIDEO AND ONE OF THE KEY PHRASES WOULD BE
    “IT IS ME THAT THEY HEAR.” OR AS IN VIDEO WOULD BE US WHO THEY HEAR.
    DEMONSTRATES BOTH THE MASCULINE AND FEMININE VOICES OR HEART AND MIND

  21. DUPLICATING SPIRITS ???? FROM ABOVE???
    RELATE TO MUSIC VIDEO BELOW

    GENETICS IN YOUR DOWN LINE AND WHERE DID YOU INHERIT THOSE FROM __YOUR UP LINE OR YOUR EARTHLY PARENTS.
    MUSIC VIDEO WITH ALL AND WITHIN ALL AND WIN IN ALL

  22. A partial from the oracle report today

    DIVISIONS AND “BEING IN THE WORLD BUT NOT OF IT” – The Earth is discharging “a man successfully expressing himself in two realms at once.” It is a good idea to consider shifting focus if the progress of something becomes blocked. Step away from it for a little while and return to it later; things should begin to flow again. If some sort of separation or division is occurring, stay versatile in your outlook. Do you need to split (bifurcate) your energies between two things? Things that you thought were not at all possible to do may actually be very possible, and this energetic would show it.

    http://www.oraclereport.com/

  23. before I forget….please remember there is no Valiant post this week….or next! Bill is taking a very necessary breather. The last one he took ‘off’ was only one week….
    This time it must be longer! The last post really drained him.
    He already has his notes for the new series that will be out in October. One more week, two maybe. But he will be back with some great news and more revelations.

    • Thank you Lida, I didn’t forget. Still I missed the Valiant post yesterday, but at the same time was happy to think Bill was resting. It’s good for all of us, a little time off.

  24. A FEW QUESTIONS TO PONDER ON????

    SINCE THERE WAS NO BEGINNING
    HOW MANY DIFFERENT LIVES HAVE ALL OF US LIVED????
    WHERE WAS IT THAT WE LIVED THOSE LIVES?
    IS PART OF KARMA EVEN THOUGH SYMBOLIC IN NATURE “CLEANING” UP YOUR BLOODLINE???? IN OTHER WORDS NOT JUST YOUR OWN.
    IS IT POSSIBLE WE HAVE BEEN PROMOTED IN THE PAST AND ARE FROM A HIGHER PECKING ORDER IF YOU WILL????
    IS THAT WHY WE “INCARNATED” BACK INTO THIS LOWER DIMENSION AGAIN?????

    DOES THIS SMALL PORTION FROM BELOW SOUND LIKE THE RAPTURE AS THE CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY CALLS IT.
    DOES THAT MEAN WE ARE WELL INTO IT??
    IS THE ASCENSION AND THE RAPTURE ONE IN THE SAME????

    WE ARE ALL ONE BIG FAMILY!!!

    In your upcoming fall of 2016 EVERYTHING will change! You have 2 ½ years to express yourself in the way that is most in alignment with your being, for after that threshold EVERYTHING will change.

    AHA MOMENTS—HUGE AHA MOMENTS SUCH AS NATAN HAD EVEN THOUGH FROM HIS PERCEPTION BECAUSE OF WHERE HE LIVED AND HIS CULTURE___ HIS ALSO WOULD BE CONSIDERED AN EPIPHANY OF THE THIRD KIND OR A MAJOR ONE. ALL PART OF THE TRINITY IF VIEWED IN A SPECIAL LIGHT.

  25. LINK BELOW AND STRETCH YOUR IMAGINATION AS ALL OF VIDEOS ABOUT ALICE AND THE LOOKING GLASS!! THE “EYES” HAVE IT IMAGINE IF YOU WILL AS YOU GAZE INTO THE LOOKING GLASS OR MIRROR WHO COULD THAT “INVISIBLE” BEING BE LOOKING RIGHT BACK AT YOU’ A MIRROR IMAGE OF???

      • THANK YOU AND I HAPPEN TO KNOW FOR SURE THAT THE INCREDIBLE ONE IS ACTUALLY THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN YOU AS WELL AS ALL OF US.
        THIS SONG FITS THE “BLOSSOM” VIDEO

  26. EACH PERSON IS CONSIDERED A WORLD OF THEIR OWN–SO PLANET EARTH HOLDS EIGHT BILLION WORLDS IN IT APPROXIMATELY. EXPLAINS IN SIMPLE TERMS OR PLAIN LANGUAGE THE FEMININE AND MASCULINE BEING WITHIN EACH== THE ATOM OR ADAM WAS SPLIT INTO TWO HALVES THERE BY SYMBOLICALLY SPEAKING YOU ARE ADAM AND EVE OF YOUR OWN WORLD OR THE TWO WITNESSES IF YOU WILL. THEN THERE IS OF COURSE THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD WHERE THE TWO WITNESS’S WILL APPEAR WHEN THE TIME COMES AS THEY WILL WALK TO THE BEAT OF THE “HIGHEST DRUM” IF YOU WILL.

  27. AS I PONDER THE BEAUTIFUL MIND CLIPS THE BELOW QUOTE FITS AS FAR AS SEEING. HELPS WHEN ISSUES IN THE WORLD CROP UP AS TO WHAT ANYONE OR EVERYONE SEE’S WITHIN ANY SITUATION

    ALSO RELATES TO THE WINDOWS OPERATING SYSTEMS
    IS THE WINDOW MINIMIZED OR FULL OPEN
    THE REASONS OF COURSE BELONG TO THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN AS IT TAKES FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT TRANSPIRES FOR THE GOOD OF THE WHOLE IN THE END!! ENIGMATIC????

    ALSO VERY MUCH TIES INTO THOSE WITH THE EYES TO SEE
    IN THE SPIRITUAL WAY OF COURSE

    Edgar Allan Poe > Quotes > Quotable Quote
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”

  28. IN FORGIVENESS LIES THE STOPPAGE OF THE WHEEL OF ACTION__OR WHAT YOU CALL KARMA
    FORGIVENESS OF ANOTHER IS FORGIVENESS OF ONE’S SELF

    Forgiveness of other-self is forgiveness of self

    Forgiveness of other-self is forgiveness of self. An understanding of this insists upon full forgiveness upon the conscious level of self and other-self, for they are one. A full forgiveness is thus impossible without the inclusion of self.

    Questioner: Thank you-a most important point.

    You mentioned that there were a number of Confederations. Do all serve the infinite Creator in basically the same way, or do some specialize in some particular types of service?

    Ra: I am Ra. All serve the one Creator. There is nothing else to serve, for the Creator is all that there is. It is impossible not to serve the Creator. There are simply various distortions of this service.

      • Hello Mary…Bin a few weeks….So much love I felt from your words. Ok so for my fav’s….. I crank my stones up with my energy. They become my fav’s. To be truthful what i’m here to do is help others wake up too. Bill helped me in so many ways I can’t explain but i would love to pass my thanks on. I crank up stones to pass on. Quarts…pink for compassion or white for clarity. Any one want one Ill do what i can to get it too ya. dexmike196@gmail.com

  29. THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN
    BELOW STAR TREK VIDEO VERY SYMBOLIC BUT VERY TRUE IN A SENSE AS YOU LEAVE THIS EARTH

    YOUR INNER SOUL OR PERSONALITY IS THE SUM TOTAL OF AN ENERGY BALL OF LIGHT IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN WHO FEEDS YOUR INTELLECT DURING ALL WAKING MOMENTS

    BELOW VIDEO SHOWS THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN AT THE
    3:29 MARK

    Merkabah, also spelled Merkaba, is the divine light vehicle allegedly used by ascended masters to connect with and reach those in tune with the higher realms. “Mer” means Light. “Ka” means Spirit. “Ba” means Body.

    THE BELOW VIDEO SHOWS THE SYMBOLIC GOLDEN ONE BETWEEN HER EYES
    THE BIGGER MEANING LIES IN THE WORDS AND AS SHE STEPS UP ON A PEDESTAL AT THE END IS VERY SYMBOLIC OF BRINGING THE FEMININE BACK TO THE FOREFRONT AS AN EQUAL TO THE MASCULINE TO BALANCE THE “SCALES” ONCE AGAIN.

  30. ORBITING COMPUTERS—–THE SUPER DUPER COMPUTER BEING SENTIENT BY THE WAY IS THE TOTAL OF ALL CONSCIOUSNESS OF EVERY BEING THAT HAS PASSED FROM THIS EARTH AS WELL AS ALL LIVING BEINGS ON THE BILLIONS OF WORLDS THAT EXIST AND ALL OF THE ANGELIC BEINGS–HOW MANY ??? THE HUMAN INTELLECT CANNOT GRASP BUT ZILLIONS UPON ZILLIONS OF COURSE IS FAR GREATER THAN A COMPUTER BUT THAT PUTS IT INTO PERSPECTIVE __IT IS ALSO KNOWN AS THE COSMIC MIND THAT KNOWS ALL. COMPARE YOUR INTELLECT TO A LAP TOP COMPUTER AS IS FED FROM A MUCH LARGER COMPUTER THAT HAS THE MEMORY SPACE TO HOLD IT. OBVIOUSLY NOT A MACHINE BUT A VERY INTELLIGENT LOVING SPIRIT. THERE IS NO TIME LAPSE IF IT CHOOSES. AS AN EXAMPLE IF YOU WERE 20 BILLION MILES FROM EARTH AS IT IS AN IN AND OUT UNIVERSE YOU COULD CONCEIVABLY TRAVEL THERE INSTANTLY AS IN TELEPORTATION.
    YOUR LIGHTS WOULD GO OUT THERE FOR A BRIEF MOMENT AND REAPPEAR INTACT ONCE AGAIN AS WE ARE MADE UP OF BIT PARTS AND CAN VERY MUCH BE LINKED TO THE TRANCE LIKE STATES AS THE INTELLECT IS BYE_PASSED FOR A FEW MINUTES.
    WHITE CLOUD AS AN EXAMPLE WOULD BE THE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN OR THE MASCULINE ASPECT RIGHT WITHIN HER AND THE FEDERATION OF LIGHT WOULD BE THE HEART OR FEMININE ASPECT. MORE TO FOLLOW IF AND WHEN THE ONE WITHIN ME CHOOSES.
    SO THOUGHTS WOULD TRAVEL EQUALLY AS FAST IF ONE IS IN TUNE. REMEMBERING WE ARE ALL WORKS IN PROGRESS AND THAT WILL BE FOREVER MORE. HAVE BEEN TOLD MANY TIMES THAT THIS IS JUST BARELY THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.
    THE ORBITING PART IS FROM ONE GOLDEN ONE WITHIN TO ANOTHER GOLDEN ONE WITHIN ANOTHER.

    WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THE VIDEO STATING THE UNIVERSE IS WITHIN US IS ONE AND THE SAME AS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN BEING WITHIN US

  31. Dave, thank you so much for the sharing and caring that you do here. You are truly a messenger….re~mind~ing us….to go within. The final frontier to explore, is the one within…..the Golden One within us All…..EnCompassing…..All Directions…..All Are Our Relations.

    Nice to see Mer means Light, I knew it meant the Sea….Mary….so many names connecting us in mind to Her…..Sea to Shining See.

    Speaking just as my “little” self here, I really appreciate your help widening outward/inward my self-limited tunnel vision.

    Love to you Lida…..and our Valiant brother Bill….and sister too….hope you are all okay and resting and enJOYing life.

    Lida, when you get a chance yes please send more links to Bill’s stuff, I can’t seem to navigate to it, although I did find a coffee mug. hehe Actually a good idea, need more coffee, boost my energy! I’ve been trying to write back to your wonderful response and just end up in circles, wanting to share, not wanting to share. Argh! I get it though, and it’s really blowing me away that I’m really not alone “in this” any more. Thank you….and it’s good to just gather together.

    You still rockin’ Robin? Merri~El 🙂

    I hope everyOne here has a wonderful day and can hit the refresh button when you need to clear any old, stagnant, no-longer-serving-you energies. Love to All~

    • This Robin is still “Rockin’ ” Spiritwalker…. Interesting play on the name…”Merri EL”. I was “told” one day while I was homeless to walk to a local cemetery. It had been “known” in my family for some time that our last names had been changed to “Davis”… but I never knew what our name had been. As I walked through an unfamiliar part of the cemetery there were many headstones for “Merrill”… I walked past one and was again “told” to turn around, when I did, I looked at the tomb stone and on it was engraved…”I AM MY BELOVED’S AND HE IS MINE”…the verse held and still holds deep personal and spiritual meaning for me…I knew it was confirmation that, in fact, that had been our family name before it was changed to “Davis”. I got the name back in the family, so to speak, by marrying my former husband who had Merrill as his surname. I felt somehow, something, like a curse or bad luck or maybe even karma had been changed or set right again with my taking up of the name Merrill, in SPITE of the “Team Dark’s” ill intentions towards me. I researched the name and found that it means “Of the Marshes”, it is a Welsh name. I immediately thought of Tullon or Tulla…the origins of QuetzelCoatl…Tullon means “the place of reeds or rushes”.

  32. THANK YOU ACKNOWLEDGED SPIRITWALKER AND PASSED ON

    PINEAL GLAND–IF YOU CAN VISUALIZE HOLDING IT AS A TELESCOPE AND LOOK FROM THE INSIDE OUT YOU WOULD BE LOOKING INTO OUTER SPACE!
    IS ALSO THE DARK TUNNEL EVERYONE DESCRIBES WITH THE LIGHT AT THE END

    BELOW VIDEO IS VERY INTERESTING

  33. mmm. There’s been quite a few things I’ve felt like saying, for awhile and maybe especially with this latest piece. I tend not to say much however, more and more as I’ve gotten older. I’ve been told that I am a born leader, by many and in some profound ways. I seem to have strongly strongly always resisted that, being quiet and denying praise. What was important to me was that I always naturally had been able to have strong intuitions on some people when I’d meet them, a certain feeling of importance, or just that there was a lot waiting for us. I didn’t ever think much of it, and didn’t ever realize what I was doing or have much understanding of anything, but I somehow had the whim to let many things just happen naturally. Without going out of my way to do anything, I’d watch as life would bring us together, chance meetings in strange places offering special opportunities, sharing of hearts.

    Ah, will don’t wish to start a paragraph with “I”. Even mentioning the word, seems like I’m being a bad boy xD It’s so very clear how intense people negatively react to others speaking about themselves, even if they’re sharing a story that may offer them great inspiration. Thus, I tended not to interact with people much because the mask wearing and avoiding important issues always was very draining to me. I only felt drawn to speak on things that felt most authentic and deeply important. I found a few that were willing to listen and speak on such things, yet oh, how many ways has it become difficult to be truly authentic in this society? There were a few, and some magical moments, what can you call them but miracles. I always felt we had to do very important things, not that we were more important than others, just that there was something that felt powerful and compelling within us, flowing through us. It’s not simple in this society to be such a thing, which is why I respect Valiant so much. There’s so much within and being acted out and through Valiant… I constantly have to acknowledge that I’m incapable of appreciating it even a little compared to all the potential within. Yet, people and even my own conditioned self are a bit resistant to leaders in some ways, resistant to acknowledging problems and things that must change or opportunity that seemed like they hadn’t created themselves. They’re also taught to be independent, to suck it up, because everyone has problems, as Valiant has shown in his own story. Ah, how much can I relate to in this post… not that I can really compare too much to Valiant, but there’s so much that feels familiar to me. Yes, that’s part of what being a good leader is.

    I’ve had things easy in many ways, yet still, there’s none of those authentic friends I made left anymore. Some passed away, some are in jail, some are just hanging on in the daily grind at rough jobs. Only one still is in touch with me, yet he’s in jail. We just keep dreaming, and doing what we can to prepare and accomplish what we can, yet it’s hard to communicate in the very short phone calls we get. mmm I’m trying to do more to stay in closer touch with him. Ah, I dislike saying that I’m trying though… more faith please self! I know what it’s like to enter college and see everything get smashed apart though… it was tough just taking the steps to get there, and we were art students as well. We just had to find some medium that would allow us to share what felt important. I still can’t believe how dark everything got, how quickly we became numb and our dreams apposed. Even us, who were filled with soooooooo much fire, enthusiastic and determined. Light hearted yet had those of us who could really deal with the shadows, who weren’t afraid to see the darkness and the problems facing everyone to a certain degree. Still…

    Becoming aware to the shadows and darkness is a tricky thing, as it threatens to pull you into it. What you put your attention on grows stronger, you become it, unless you take the time to build a serious foundation to your own source of light, that which is All That Is. If only there was the slightest whisper of this teaching when we were young, and we didn’t have to wander through with intuitions being challenged from every direction. But, giving up was never a question. I don’t believe any of them are gone. Even if we’re apparently separated, we live on within each other, and so do our dreams. There’s really no such thing as separation… sooooo much more deeply intertwined than what even I can imagine in my wildest dreams and studies. Like a painting or a song, we’re each so much more beyond a single brush stroke or note, like a completed work of art, yet together we make something even more grand, and yet every single one of us is in each stroke or note. The wholeness is within every part. I always found it odd how people could judge another yet not see how they were seeing and empowering a bit that same flaw within themselves by such actions. Yet, I find myself doing it constantly, seeing others doing it so often I just had to acknowledge I was doing it. Ah, I was always a thinker and dreamer, seeing so much yet not taking any big actions. Just watching and wondering at all that happened, always blown away and overwhelmed by even the tiniest things. So much chaos and magic.

    Introspection is important on the path, which is something I like to remind people… are you sure? Where are the assumptions? Yet, I must empower myself as the foundation. Sadhana… that’s a real foundation. Daily spiritual practice in spit of everything. Daily learning on thine self, the subjective science and true art of living. We must rest and heal, and connect with our deepest self through effort and practice, if we are to act with true power and purpose in life. Especially in this life that has endless challenges. Yet, what does a true warrior say? Challenge I welcome you as a gift from God. For only through challenges will I grow, whether I succeed or fail. Just imagining how much opportunity there is to grow here… such a magical miraculous thing no? It’s wonderful, inspiring, filled with love, even when I suffer so much. Even when we do as much as we can to fight it, that love is there for us patiently. Even when we’re convinced that all we can see is darkness, that we’ve become that darkness and that we’ve given into it, we’re still not separate from that love…

    This little self feels that wherever there’s darkness, this one can have faith that light will shine again, as if it’s the most natural thing there is.

    Normally I wouldn’t write, or speak… yet as Valiant has shown us, writing is powerful, even if we think not to share it with anyone. Thus, it’s time for writing to come back into my Sadhana, and for me to make yet another attempt to bring myself back to the heights of my practice, this time more stable and a little wiser. I’ll probably write only to my notebook more than anything, yet thank all who listen. ❤

  34. Ah, I just remembered I hadn’t watched the song posted this time and now did so. Had to go watch her first audition thing again too. Been awhile, yet likely even more moved this time. Kind of strange to me watching that as those type of shows are my parents main pass time. I’m not really a fan of the TV, but wow, how moving was that performance? I just had to restart my computer and such because it went haywire haha. I can certainly relate to Bills experience of making electronics go wacky when emotional and such. I may be a tiny lil dude, but seem to be a strong channel for energies. Not easy to ground, that’s for sure! This is also why I’ve also kept my distance from people, as I’m aware of the effect I can have on them. If I’m not in my prime, my leading nature can draw people to face things in themselves in my presence, act out some rough karma in not such a nice way. Generally conflict doesn’t happen in my presence on the surface, yet people still will have issues or appose me or themselves silently, at the moment or later. I got tired of not being able to facilitate smooth changes and resolutions.. not being able to help all those who were drawn to me. I’m sure I should blame myself less, as the responsibility is always shared, yet I choose just to focus on myself, that my strength and transformation would still be helpful to all, even if I didn’t actively go out and see anyone. Not so easy to fight that ego on your own, but then again, there’s always the silent love and grace there waiting to be called upon 🙂

    Om Shanti

  35. Thank you for your sharing, Tathastu. It is very trying to keep silent. I isolated myself quite a bit over the years, the past 10 especially. I feel it was necessary in a lot of ways, to go with-in for answers and healing. The not so auspicious aspect of it though, is that it hasn’t helped me much with my “people skills” . ❤ I suppose it carries over from childhood frustrations in family and school, not blaming, just saying. It becomes very difficult when you explain exactly what happened, or tell the whole truth…only to be called a "liar" or told to "shut up" or the listening party or parties only want to argue or twist your words around. My part in this though…is that I get lazy…"Why bother" explaining? Great videos Dave Jones. I'm trying to get over a pretty bad head and chest cold right now. I bookmarked the first video link and will try to watch when I can.

    • You and me both, sister! 😉

      -I still find myself wrestling with ideas like “what information can you really trust?” I realize this part of the “system” I personally have to work to negate… but it would be VERY NICE to have a few more “tangible” confirmations. Give me ship I can put my hands on, for example! (I promise I’ll return it, hehehe)

      -My neighbors invite me to attend their church and I’m like “Um… thanks… but no…” and others ask me what team I’m rooting for… “Um… thanks… but no…” or what political party I’m voting for… “Um… thanks… but no…” Doesn’t exactly lend itself to being a socially acceptable kind of person does it??? 😀 Problem is… what else is there to talk about???

      Anyways I’m not sure you CAN bother explaining…. brainwashing and the whole yin/yang thing is what it is, I’m afraid… So… this sanctuary of common sense we appear to have created is very much appreciated… and necessary… (-_-) An observation I’ve made which may help (not in every case of course) – those who seem more “balanced/asexual” tend to be more open to these ideas than those who are obviously “male” or “female” – i.e. the “jocks” and the “queen bees.”

      I have the opposite effect to electronics that Bill has – when I show up, things magically fix themselves. It’s a good skill to have when you work in IT!

      • The bashar awakening video++IF—IF the timing is correct as he laid it out could very well be the timing for “TANGIBLE” proof in human form.

        Otherwise wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a big hug and that is tangible proof and if you doubt it–just wait for the PAIR to arrive as in above in separate bodies

        THIS portion possibly very confusing or enigmatic any person that has a different sexual orientation is still yin yang within That applies to every one. The pair above will actually be TWIN FLAMES and A HUGE BLAST FROM THE PAST.

        THANKS for the lead in by the way.

        BY THE WAY I DO NOT AND HAVE NOT ATTENDED ANY CHURCH FOR A VERY LONG TIME BUT WE ARE ALL “ONE” AT THE CORE OF OUR BEING.

        • Step 1: Shrug. Step 2: Hug. Not to be confused with a shrug-hug. 😀

          Thanks Dave, and keep on truckin’!

          None of that stuff bothers me too much, but I figure any chance I get to bug the universe about my ship is not a wasted moment! (P.S. Merkaba ships don’t count!!!)

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