Knock Knock…The Watchers…The Lost Tribe…

*SONG* “Eye in the Sky” by the Alan Parsons Project
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNiie_zmSr8

It was one of those nights when everything
Felt heavy and I couldn’t keep my eyes
Open…I don’t even remember laying down…

There was smoke, the air was so thick
That I couldn’t breathe.
There were explosions, the sounds of
A thundering angry sky, of shaking
And cracking ground, and the awful
Sounds of people screaming. It was
Deafening, it was so loud and vivid it was
Impossible to believe that it was a dream.
How could a dream be that vivid, that
Loud? How could that be happening in
Your sleep?

I couldn’t see clearly, even my vision was
Shaky and blurry from the chaos all around.
I was struggling to stand, to see, to make
Sense of anything. I was in some kind of
City…but not any I knew.

The buildings were tall and seemed built
Mostly by their surface, of glass…
But I saw no concrete or steel…it was
Some kind of stoney construction…like
The deserts of the American Southwest…
The buildings resembled some sort of adobe
Style…and they blended in with a
Flat street and sidewalk that was perfectly
Leveled…

The sidewalks were equal to the streets
And wider than any I ever saw.
The streets were narrow, as if they had
No frequent use for machines or cars, in
Fact I saw no cars, or buses or vehicles
Of any kind. All that I saw
Were people running and screaming in
Terror…racing in every direction, some
Covering their heads fearing falling debris
That was pelting the ground. I had no idea
Where this was…but it sure looked like
Some kind of war was going on…It
Was a city in the midst of destruction.
I had no clue why I was there at all.

What struck me most was the people…At
First because of the shaking I wasn’t sure I saw
Things right…The smoke from the explosions
Made me squint and my eyes water…I had to keep
Focusing and rubbing my eyes. It sure felt
Real, like no dream at all. The people, their
Skin was a rich pinkish-red…it couldn’t
Be that way, I kept staring at them
And studying them as they ran around
And raced passed me. I had NEVER
Seen skin their color before…pinkish-red?
But the texture and tone of their skin
Was normal, was it some kind of movie?
It didn’t seem like they were wearing makeup.
There were subtle tones to their skin, variations
In their complexions that would have made it
Nearly impossible for makeup…And their hair,
They all had the SAME color hair? The old, the
Young…men, women, children, every age and
Size I could see…Their hair was a creamy
Beige color…thick, worn in different styles;
Long and short…even their haircuts looked
Strange? Cropped bangs, sharp not frayed…very
Neatly curled shoulder length hair almost
Like a standard among men, of the men and
Women…some seemed to display a more unisex
Look to them…

Even their clothing was odd! A creamsicle
Orange color that almost all of them
Wore…But some wore more elaborate tunics,
Again both men and women shared
All styles…Despite the chaos of them running
Around and the explosions, they were a
Very striking looking people…There was a
Very intense Native American feel to them
Somehow…something of an appreciation of
Nature…it was hard to explain, you could
Just feel it about them…

But those explosions! Blasts going off all
Around…The smoke, the falling debris made
It hard to stay calm. I just wanted to
Run and hide like these people were,
No matter how curious I was. And the
Sounds of rumbling in the sky, of the ground
Shaking beneath my feet also made it
Hard to think. What was this place?
Was it real? It was too elaborate looking
To seem made up.

And what was going on? A war? How? Why?

I just kept hiding behind things, a big
Box like structure here or there. I had no idea
What they were, only that they seemed good
For cover. I moved around as much as I
Could trying to see, to understand, no one
Seemed to see me though.

I just kept watching the people run, run
Into buildings, run for cover…in pairs, individuals
Or small groups. They seemed very careful
And mindful of each other’s safety. Not once
Did I see anyone trampled. In fact I
Repeatedly saw them helping each other.
If someone fell, another person nearby
Would stop to help them, guide them on.
I had never seen such quick and
Considerate concern before. Who were these
People?

The explosions kept getting louder, the
Shaking worse. Yet more and more people
Kept racing by, coming from further
Down the street…They were running
From something I could not see, but it
Was all so unclear…The only palpable
Thing in the air was panic, desperation,
And terror.

At one point I fell behind some kind of
Box by a couple of benches…When I went
To stand up there was a woman
Running by. She froze when she saw me,
Her eyes bulged. Then she stared
Me down, studying me. She had
The most amazing, almost glowing
Chartreuse colored eyes…

“Where did you come from?” She asked me,
But not with words! She asked me
Silently with her mind, telepathy!
“You shouldn’t be here!”

I tried to respond but all I
Could do was listen…

“You shouldn’t be here.” She kept saying. Then
She was peeling open my mind inside out
With her mind. I could feel it! Then she was
Nodding, she seemed to find the answers
She was looking for. “Oh I see why.” She
Said to me, “Look then, see, pay
Attention.” She ordered fast. “Make
Notes. You won’t ever forget this. EVER!”

“Who are you?!” I finally said.

Her arm shot out pointing to the ground
And then to the sky. “Them! They’re here!”

“Who?” I asked.

“Listen to me,” she said, “There’s no
Time!” I could feel the panic in
Her voice…She was not only talking to
My mind but conveying every emotion
She felt as well. She was terrified! Not just
By what I saw, it was much more complex.

“I don’t understand!” I told her…
This woman, who seemed 30 something,
But fit and trim and very smart; brilliant
Even.

Her face became intense, and despite the
Chaos she focused her mind to send me
Images…memories, thoughts, feelings…
Way too complicated for speech. It was
Like some huge documentary, but in
Fast forward…

She showed me details of her race,
Her world. They were a peaceful,
Nurturing people, living at one with
Nature, a powerful deep sense of peace
Within them. They were an advanced race,
Highly telepathic…

They were a trusting people, too trusting.

Some years ago…they were approached
By visitors from deep space…from far,
Far away…Making big promises, lots
Of big promises and they took advantage…
And lied…This foreign power
Only wanted their resources and the
People as specimens for
Some kind of research. This was all
Some kind of Invasion!

“Beware them.” She said. “Beware
The Destroyers. Beware the Triangular
Ships. They are not your Friends.
Beware them. Tell people. Tell
Anyone that will listen. Beware
The Destroyers! Beware the Triangular
Ships! The Evil is coming! They’re
Everywhere!”

“How can I tell people that?!” I begged her.

She kept sending me images from her mind,
It was an overload of information as the
Smoke and explosions continued all around.
There were whirling buzzing sounds in the
Air, ships flying overhead that I couldn’t
See…and the cries of screaming people, her
People, everywhere.

The pictures she sent to my mind…emotions
With them…first of hope turned to fear
And regret. Her blissful people’s existence…
Blindly preaching peace and hope, never considering
The darker side of things. They never knew
Anything different for generations. They knew
Nothing of liars, of deception…They were a
Telepathic race…such things did not exist
Among them. They did not understand the
Concept of deceit or withholding information.
These invaders had come disguised with
Friendly faces, human-like? They offered
Friendship and technology. But what they
Really wanted was her people’s genetic gifts…
Their DNA…

She showed me cascading images with lightning
Speed…of a Eden world living merrily for
Years with little knowledge of space. They had
Not ventured out into the stars yet, so these
Space visitors were seen as a miracle. But
There was something cold and cruel about them.
They showed little emotions.

For decades a slow process of integration had
Gone on with her people and theirs…As the
Visitors slowly, unknowingly corrupted her
World. It began with the young, poisoning
Their minds with selfish, reckless pleasures…
Greed, materialism, then lastly war games
And violence…through seemingly harmless
Games of competition that gradually grew
More bloody and violent…The easiest way to
Pollute and corrupt a world was to poison
Their youth…slowly this way, with
Games that dissolved the senses…appealing
To primal desires…sex and survival.

The old were led astray differently, by
Materialism, indulgence and technology…
Make them weak and lazy…dependent
On technology…make them shallow, make
Them vain…Indulge them, withhold…preach
And lie to them. Then give them more, then
Stall, take it away and repeat the process
Until all they cared about was more, more, more…

Nations, once peaceful, began to fight, disagree
Constantly. Unity in their world broke down
Until no one trusted one another. And each
New generation that came along was more
Corrupt, more greedy…hormonal and warlike
And competitive…until all anyone wanted
To do was fight, play games, have fun,
Collect treasures…party…

There once spiritual system began to break
Down as their religions reflected this as well…

Only the purest souls remained untouched by
This, as foretold by their most renowned
Spiritual leader…A man known as the
Star Elder…

Into each generation was born a handful of
Exceptionally gifted children, prized for their
Heightened telepathic and psychic abilities.
The Star Elder was the greatest gifted of
Them all…It was said he could see all, be
Everywhere…even into the vastness
Of the universe itself. He warned of
The coming of the Dark Ones, but on a
World that never knew evil…They could
Not recognize it until it was too late. The
Young denied the old ways, as did the
Governments as greed and materialism
Consumed them with fantastic new technology…

More explosions, more smoke, it was
Difficult to concentrate. But she kept
Communicating with me. I was locked in
Some kind of mental union with her as
She forced me to see, hear, feel everything
She knew no matter what was happening
Around us.

“You have to listen,” she insisted to my mind,
“You have to hear this…that is why you’re
Here. That is why you’re seeing this.”

“But how did I get here?” I asked her. “Why?
This is awful, I can’t do anything.”

The ground shook, so did the sky. What
Was happening. A horrible sense of dread
Filled her, then me…as she knew…it
Was coming to her world, an end.

“There is no future that exists for my world
Anymore.” She said. “All that we were
Is lost. They will consume us, and this
Will all end. Can’t you see, that is why
You are here.”

“What? Why? I can’t do anything to help
You.” I said.

“No, you can’t. You’re not supposed to. Don’t
You understand?” She said to my mind.

“But that makes no sense, so why show
Me this, the end of your world? That’s
Just the worst—“

“No one can help us, it’s ending.” She
Said, “It was unavoidable after all that
Happened. All that I can do is show you
So that you can tell others.”

“Tell them what, this?” I screamed in my
Head. “People will think I am nuts! Crazy!
No one will listen.”

“You have to tell others. Make them listen.”
She insisted, “If they won’t listen, then
You make them…You tell them once, then
You tell them again, then you tell them
Again! Then you tell them again!”

“Some story about an alien world ending?
About Triangular ships? About Destroyers?
What do they look like?”

“I just showed you,” she said with words
And images, “To us they came with
Friendly faces…The technology, the games
And lies.”

“But I don’t know how to explain that.”

“Just tell them what you saw here.” She
Insisted. “You’re seeing what you’re seeing
For a reason. Does it feel like a game?”

“No.”

“Does it feel like a lie?” She asked.

“No.”

“Then you do as I said and you tell them.”
She pushed the words deep into my head.
“Then you tell them again and again
And again. Make them listen. My people,
My world is lost…all worlds will be too
If they don’t listen. If they refuse to listen
They will be lost. If they won’t even
Consider it they are lost. This is not a game!”

The connection was broken. The ground
Shook, I slipped and fell, there was
Choking smoke. She turned and ran
Into a nearby building. Then there was
A huge explosion inside and the building
Began to crumble…

The connection severed and I woke up
Scared to death.

Puzzled, shaken…The words are a puzzle
On the paper. The voices came, familiar
Voices and now the notebook has a mind
Of its own…

“So are you going to tell them?” Ceres’s voice
Asked, though I could not see her.

“I wrote it. The words are there.” I write.
“Why now? People will think this is nuts.”

“Ah,” Brishan’s voice said next. “And
Wisdom and sense is broad and common
On Earth now, is it?”

“Huh?”

“He’s joking.” Ceres laughed. “He does have a
Sense of humor, my brother. When he’s not
Eating.”

“Appropriate, Ceres. Appropriate.” He said.
“Write the words anyway. Tell them.”

“There’s always a reason,” Ceres went
On, her voice…I had never noticed it
As much before. It was very soothing,
Very calm, yet strong. “Thank you…Now,
Don’t worry. Just trust it. Write the
Words and tell the story then pass
It along as always.”

“But why this now? They’ll think I’m
Trying to scare them.”

“If they think that they’re not
Paying attention to anything.” Brishan
Said. “No one is saying the world is
Ending, not here, not right now…”

“Listen to the light as well as see it,”
Ceres said. “It has a voice too…And
Remember what she told you in the dream.
There’s a reason there…You tell them. And
If they won’t listen, then you tell it again
Anyway. Then you tell it again, then you
Tell it again and again.”

“Oh joy. Is that the reason, this is the
Season?” I asked. “What does that say
For the New Year?”

“You want a more blunt statement?”
Brishan stated firmly. “Fine I will
Give you one. Change is happening on the
Earth now…people are waking up. The
Dark Forces that have conspired and
Corrupted things for ages are being
Challenged. They don’t like it and
Will resist and try to make things
Difficult…in many ways…But as you’ve
Said before…They have shaped their
Own defeat…By blindly ruling for
So long they created their own demise…
If the darkness rises, so will the
Light…So if they want good advice…tell
Them to sit down and shut up.”

“Oh, That was blunt.” Ceres seemed
Amused.

“I was trying as best I could.” Brishan
Laughed.

“You’re saying these changes are inevitable.”

“No,” Brishan corrected firmly, “I’m
Saying the rules have changed and will
Continue to change if they want to be
So aggressive…The words will fall on
The right minds…Kindness now, we insist.”

“I’m sure the point will be made.” Ceres
Added.

“Besides…We have stories for you to tell.”

“More?” I asked.

“For now, light…abrupt, easy.” Brishan
Said. “It will be enough to digest.”

“Perhaps you should suggest something
With a ball for them?” Ceres asked.
“Maybe roll something around.”

“Ah,” Brishan laughed. “Yes…and
Say if financial concerns are so important
To them…Perhaps they should be for
Us as well…Apollo is there after all…
Though he will return.”

“Must that happen so soon?” Ceres asked,
She did not seem pleased.

“This is his post.” Brishan said.

“Can’t you have him go count the stars or
Something?” She asked.

“Ceres.” He said sternly.

“Fine. Wonderful. How magical.” She responded.
“I shall eagerly await it.”

“Oh, and one last thing.” Brishan said.

“Yes?” I asked.

“If I am aggravated. So many others
Will be as well…That’s all I have to
Say. Nice and simple this time. Your
New Year is coming. Relax. Enjoy it…
We’re looking into making it easier
For you…Rest now. My Best Wishes
To Everyone.”

“Everyone?” Ceres asked curiously.

“Everyone.” Brishan said with a
Mysterious tone.

Valiant

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 31DEC2016

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (31 December 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…The Stars Align…The Visitor…

*SONG* “Voca Me” by Libera
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqeI-ZhxY9o

If by chance you meet…and the stars
Align…The stars will show you the way.
Every year now you know
When the time comes…it’s there for you…
The window begins with the constellations
Orion, Orion’s belt will point the way…
To the Seven Sisters…of the Red Bull,
Taurus…The Ring around the moon…
The Red Moon…The Red Light in the Sky…
Pegasus…prime with the Leonids, when
The star showers, shooting stars…
The call will come…and the Window
Will remain open until the Winter Solstice…

There will be no coincidences…
The harmony, that feeling will be there…
For the right ones…the chance
Remains true every year…Because they’ve
Got the Golden Ticket…
And when by chance they meet,
As though for the first time…
It will feel old and new in the same…
The stars will light the way
And they will know where to go…
The coordinates…like lottery numbers…
Good luck…to each their own, to each
Their circle…
Songs hold the key, like Earth, Wind and Fire…
“September.” September through December.
The stars will light the way…

It’s done…the call sounded…and their voices
Were in the stars and called…
Resounding throughout the soul.
Now somewhere inside there is no choice
But to act, to make it happen, again and again
Until the bridge remains…and the dots
Connect, the dots that were mysteries and
Now show themselves in the stars.
Some will never understand, they will be
Distracted by whatever means they
Seek to find their own answers. It doesn’t
Matter anymore…They can say what
They will, they didn’t hear them…
So many voices, like ours out there
Reaching out to connect, lost and confused
As much as we are…Full of questions,
Questions about us, about them…
With answers and mysteries of their own.

The Universe is so big…untamed, settled
Here and there…An ocean of stars, of
Worlds and all we see is the surface.
I’m tired of waiting, hesitating…
I’m just responding to a request and
Sharing what they said. Believe it. Don’t
Believe it…I don’t care.

Now by the light, the box opens
To the bridge…The Circle of Light…
Where they wait…

“So many odds and ends,” Brishan says
As he sits calmly. To put the little clues
Together…takes time…”

“Years…” I said… “Years for me. Bits
And pieces scattered across a lifetime,
Gathered together in dream journals
And sketchbooks…and stories written
Down…few will probably ever understand.”

“That’s alright,” he says, “That’s alright…
Sometimes that’s better…Take your
Time…Some things sound like nonsense
In bits and pieces…in broken moments…
But when you write them down…
And look at them later in a big
Picture…like a puzzle…it makes far
More sense.”

“You’re giving me another clue right
There, aren’t you?”

Ceres sat smiling calmly…Flawless,
Charming and beautiful as ever. They both
Were far too calm. “I think,” she says,
“You know why…Of course there is more
To it…puzzle pieces…There’s even
More hidden in what we say than you
Know…”

“If I gave it to you all so quickly,”
Brishan says, “You would be entirely
Overwhelmed.”

“It would be easier! Less confusing.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asks,
Seriously yet kind. “Think about it
For a moment. You know more than you
Write…You still fight it. That is why
The Little Old Asian Man told you to
Write it down…Who has given you
The best advice so far? The help you
Needed…exactly when you needed it…”

“He has been given more advice than you
Would believe.” Ceres laughed.

“But you keep going.” Brishan said. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I just do.”

“There’s your answer right there.” He smiled.

“Huh?”

“The will is in that light,” Brishan went on,
“You could not stop it if you wanted to.
You tried to stop it…others have as well…
And what happens?”

“It only gets stronger no matter what
I do…write, draw, paint, draw some
More…write some more…It doesn’t
Matter. I take a break…and it
Explodes.”

He eyed Ceres curiously. “You were right,
This is far more fascinating than I
Would have believed. You’ve watched this…
For so long already?” He asked her.

“Quite some time,” she answered. “Well,
His time…our time, to us has been more
Brief…But in that time it has grown
Stronger. The writing part I never
Expected…I am quite eager to see
Where it goes.”

Brishan arched his brow then turned to
Me. “May I ask you a question?”

“Sure…”

“Of this I mean, I would like to
Ask Valiant a question.” He explained.

“Huh?”

“Just go with it.” Ceres nodded.

“Humor me.” Brishan said. “Now, let
Me ask…Valiant, what has been on
Your mind recently?”

Without thinking… “That dream about
The lost city they took me to. The
Crevasse…the one that opened…out of
Nowhere it seemed…In the ice, in
The cold place…The military took
Me there in a dream years ago…
I don’t know why…I didn’t say
Much…But I remember…”

“What?” Brishan asked.

“It was a piece of city the Earth
Swallowed.” I told him. “How or why…
Not sure…But I know this had them
Seriously amazed…mystified…
Because it seemed like a city
Swallowed by time…Ancient? A
Disaster in time. Was it a city of
The past? Or was it in fact a city
From the future…”

“And?” He asked.

“You tell me.” I said. “Is it a city from
The future? How is that possible?”

“With a Quantum Singularity anything
Is possible.” He said. “There are no
Rules when you play with time. Do you
Think there are mathematical formulas?
Equations to rationalize time manipulation,
Variations? Because there are not.”

“Why can’t I stop thinking about it now?”
I asked. “Does it mean something?
It has to, doesn’t it?”

“What did you see in this place?” He
Asked. “Do you remember?”

“That it was not what anyone
Expected…I remember seeing houses, or
What looked like houses…but of no
Architecture I know. I remember going
Into one…the furniture, the dishes…
The city, or what there was of it
Seemed alive…There was no power still active…
And something else…it seemed to be
Activated by touch I think…”

“A genetic activator response.” Ceres said
To him. “One of the more complex
Power systems designed to respond
To specific lifeforms…A bio-security
Measure…In this case, humans.”

“So you know something about this?”
I asked. “What is it?”

“If it’s what I think, it’s nothing
Standard in our database.” Brishan
Answered.

“How can that be?” I asked them. “You
Have been around like for millions of
Years…”

“Because it’s new.” He said.

“New?” I asked. “How can a buried city
Be new?”

“The consequences of the Quantum
Singularity.” He said. “As I told you
There are no rules…if at some point
In the future they were experimenting
With time…time travel…It could
Have created various instabilities.”

“Perhaps that is why the counsel
Gave them this, their time technology.”
Ceres said, “In an attempt to
Correct or control whatever time
Displacement that occurred in that
City…It would explain the energy
Readings…and the Empire’s presence
And interest in Earth.”

“They would never surrender such
A prize.” Brishan told her. “Time
Technology is one of THE most coveted
Sciences…any and all experiments
Are highly sought after.”

“It would explain also why so many
Races of aliens have a presence in this
System.” Ceres said… “Because of the
Growing phenomena.”

“Any sensible advanced race would
Avoid exposure to that sort of
Influence.” He told her.

“But not the harvest of resources
They could gain from it.” She told him.
“Lifeforms…data…”

“It’s too unstable.” He said. “If it’s true,
And it was a city experimenting with
Time travel…then it was destroyed…
And there are no present races capable
Of containing or controlling it.”

“Except ours.” She said. “It is something
You should have them look into.” She
Paused carefully… “Time travel readings
Do not show on our scans…consider it.”

He nodded as he stared at me intently.
“Can you remember anything more?”

“I don’t know, it gives me a headache
To think about it for too long.” I told him.
“It’s like when I do…worlds collide
Inside my head…Memories of things
That never happened…things that
Should…I can’t even read or
Watch the news without getting
Angry…everything feels wrong. My
Whole life feels wrong…like
Someone has been manipulating
Everything to rule the world and it’s
All screwed up…”

“Well…” He laughed a little…

“But it’s different now.” I told him
Sharply. “It’s like that box inside
My head where the light is, is getting
Angry…like time is up…Certain
Things should not be happening…
And will NOT be allowed to…and
If whatever power that is messing
With things…doesn’t like it? Well
That’s too bad…Because things are
About to change in a big way.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“It has something to do with Christmas.”
I said without thinking… “Christmas
Time…One magic Christmas…when
All the evil can be undone…when
The rules will change…and finally
A proper balance can be achieved…
I think people sense it too…That’s
Why there’s always been such hype
Over Christmas…because of the
Possibilities…of what was, of what
Might have been…of what could
Happen…and what as to happen
At this time…And it’s a cycle
That repeats every year.”

“This holiday phenomena is important to
Your people?” Brishan asked.

“Don’t you have holidays?” I asked.

“We have celebrating festivals…” He answered
“Many worlds do. Some celebrate constantly.
But nothing quite like this…that
I have seen. There seems to be quite a
Lot of…expectations…and disappointment
With this thing, this celebration…of
Christmas.”

“Exactly,” I said, trying to explain to them.
“That’s what I mean…It’s everywhere. It
Always has been, for as long as I can
Remember…even in history…They call
It the season of perpetual hope. It’s
The best time for good things to
Happen. If you were ever to do something,
To intervene…now is the time.”

“How so?” He asked, with Ceres listening
Carefully.

“Hopes are, Faith is high,” I told them,
“Yet in the same…even for people
Who won’t admit it…This time of
Year comes around, deep down everyone
Hopes or hurts…Some of the most
Fantastic things happen at Christmas.
And people remember it. It’s a
Magical time…They say anything
Is possible on Christmas Eve…
Tell that to your friends…If you
Want to make a good impression.”

“You will have to explain this to me
Some more.” Brishan said intensely.

“I think it starts when we are
Children…The hopes…the belief in
Magic…of something wonderful
Happening…They have this figure,
A sort of legend…of Santa Claus, a
Man that brings toys to all the
Good little children…it appeals to
That innocence we all have that
Many lose over their life…and a
Lot of it has to do with a loss in
Hope, in magic…That people think
God doesn’t hear their wishes…because
They don’t get the life they want.”

“But life isn’t about getting what
You want.” He said. “Prayers aren’t
About asking for gifts…it’s about
Growing…becoming more fulfilled…
A refined spirit.”

“I realize that,” I told him, “I realize
You have to work for things, grow…
But this…Christmas is different…
It’s about magic…about something
Good and right happening…with
Little effort…everyone needs that,
Everyone. Something to believe in.
Do you know how many people
Fall down a dark path over one
Lost dream? A lot! Give them hope,
Give them faith…give them something
To believe in…Then give them magic,
A gift…a miracle at Christmas
And they won’t forget it…That’s
Something our world powers take
Advantage of…and it crushes people.”

“I think I see.” He said.

“You have to realize the power of
This time of year, you must?” I said
To them… “It made me believe…Don’t
You remember?”

Their curious faces led me to continue…

“When I was little,” I explained, “About
5 years old…I had just started
School, it was hard for me because
My family didn’t celebrate Christmas
Then…And all of the other kids
In school did…They would talk about
This magical season…with decorations,
Cookies, candies…Christmas trees,
And toys…and Santa Claus…the magical
Man that brought gifts no matter
Who you were or what you had…like
Magic this man would come and give
Gifts for no reason at all…it was
Amazing.

“That Christmas, when I was 5…it
Was awful…There were celebrations
Everywhere…decorations…candy canes
And cookies…and at home, for me
It felt lifeless…empty…like the rest
Of the world was celebrating, hoping
And believing…and at home we
Weren’t allowed…It was a strict
Religious thing…my grandparents
Enforced…we had to live it…But
I never understood what was so
Wrong with Christmas…

“Imagine feeling left out of that hope
And magic…and having to wait for
It to pass just to feel…normal…

“Many adults get so sour at this time
Of year, because it’s about money and
Things they can’t afford…and everywhere
All around all they see is what they
Can’t have…instead of what to
Hope for, believe in…

“Some are selfish yes, and want everything
For free…and I mean everything…
My sister’s friends were like that…
The stories about what they got…
Ridiculous…One of her friends would
Literally get bags full of money,
Jewelry every year…it was sick…

“But some people are so kind and
Generous at Christmas…They send
Cards, they bake, they share,
They celebrate together…It can
Bring out the very best in people…
The best people always show their
True colors at Christmas…Those
Are the ones to watch for…to help…

“Forget the ones who just want to
Take and take, they just want, want,
Want and think they deserve everything…
Look for the ones that give, those are
Some of the best people…

“But like I was saying…when I
Was 5…that’s when it began for
Me…What made me believe in more…
In you…Because that’s when my
First visitor came…your sister…
Kierista…

“I will never forget that because it
Was…magic…

“It was Christmas Eve…And I remember
Watching the cartoons, hearing the
Stories about Santa Claus…about
Believing in magic…

“Christmas Eve that year was cold…
There were lights everywhere
On other houses but ours…It felt
Like the whole world was believing
In miracles except at my house…

“That day was so long, and night so
Cold…I was little…I kept hoping
That there was maybe enough magic
And miracles in the world that it
Would find me because I wanted to
Believe too…I always wanted little
Animal toys, especially horses, but
It was more than that…I wanted
Magic to find me…and save me
From the dark place it felt I was
Trapped in that didn’t believe in
Anything…

“And in some ways now I think it
Did…Because that night…I went
To bed hoping and waiting. It was
Cold and dark…but I could still
See the Christmas lights from the
Other houses on the street through
My window…I couldn’t sleep…I kept
Waiting…The kids in school told me
That if you wished enough, and hoped
Enough that Santa would find you…
So I kept wishing and hoping…

“On Christmas Eve night…I kept
Waiting…later and later the hours
Went by…every sound caught my
Ears…And then, it must have
Been after midnight…I swear I
Heard something on the roof…
The sounds of sleigh bells…
Like Santa’s sleigh with reindeer
The kids in school talked about!

“So I ran and woke my sister, to
Tell her Santa was on the roof. She
Said I was nuts, to go back to
Sleep, there was no Santa Claus.
But I swear I heard sleigh
Bells. To this day I would swear it!

“So when I went back to bed racing
To listen for the bells…I swear
This is the honest truth…I heard
The bells…something was on the
Roof of the house! I got scared
And hid under the covers of my
Bed. No idea what was going on!

“Then silence…eerie silence, but I
Was curious not scared…I pulled
The covers down…It was like I was
Dreaming…This hazy warm light…
And there was this…beautiful
Woman with long wavy pale blond
Hair sitting on the edge of my bed!

“I said, ‘You’re not Santa Claus!’

“She just smiled and said, ‘No,
I’m not. But I wanted to sit with
You, visit with you.”

“I was like, ‘Why?’

“She said, ‘Because I have something
To tell you…’ And she went on to
Explain that things would happen in
My life, not to be scared, that I would
See and do things one day that
I could not imagine…And that she
Would help me. So you see you have
To believe in Christmas. Because,
Like she said…that’s when things
Will start to happen…ready or not…”

Valiant

PS—I am his sister and I type up the posts for him. I just wanted to add that I do remember him waking me in the middle of the night to tell me about Santa. I did call him crazy and that Santa didn’t exist, but that’s because our grandmother had completely dashed my dreams of Santa.
Valkyrie

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 24DEC2016

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

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…The Human Genome Project…

*SONG* “All Fired Up” by Pat Benatar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsnYrH3BUP8

We are born, and from that moment the
Curiosity never ends. Our senses and feelings
Consume us, our environment can be
Overwhelming…and the possibilities endless.
But first and foremost we must grasp
Understanding and learn right from wrong…
Humanity…the morals that shape us, as an
Individual…a race…a species…

It’s the 21st century…everyone has had
Expectations about where we should be by now.
Progress…Technology…Health…Personal goals…
The state of the World…Laws…Wealth…Power.

Are there Universal Laws?
For years I just listened…And the thing that
Amazed me the most is the number of people
That have lectured me about how to
Think…that they write their own
Rules…that the standard rules
Do not apply to them for various reasons…
Because of their age, weight or size…race…
Because of their gender, sexual orientation…
Because they were single or married…

Are there basic morals that apply to
Every one or not? Right or wrong?
Universal laws…morals…
People blame the government for a lot
Of things and yet…people, ordinary people
Still drive drunk…

You can get pulled over by a police officer
For a minor offense…and yet that same officer
Could be cheating on his wife for years…

Or a person can be gravely ill, go into
A hospital emergency room…not appear sick…
Can sit there and wait forever to be treated
Because it’s too busy or they don’t have the
Right healthcare so it’s not a priority…
I mean really it’s the 21st century…
There are so many issues we live with
That we accept as normal that it’s ridiculous.

Everyone hears it, right? They have to.

One of my all time favorite lines I heard
Was from a neurosurgeon who said he had
A high stress job, he saves lives…so God
And him had a special understanding, he
Can cheat on his wife, do basically whatever
He wants…because he has an important job!
Does that attitude comfort anyone?

These attitudes…are they the responsibility
Of the person…or the universe or aliens
To solve? No one’s perfect, I understand that
I do…but some attitudes I’m sorry I just
Do not get…

Years ago I was sitting having lunch with my sister
And her friend…a very privileged girl, indescribable…
And during lunch she asks, “Whoever wrote the
Rules on what is good or evil anyway? I’d like
To research evil to understand it…and then
Decide for myself what good and evil is.”
She was 38 years old at the time.
I asked her, “You mean to tell me you do not
Know or understand what good or evil is?”
She gave this little speech about wanting to
Decide for herself what good and evil really was.
Her reasoning scared me to death. At which
Point I had to get up and leave the room…
I stopped talking to her, so did my sister.

Is it the 21st century or not?
I’m sorry but we all know the difference between
Right and wrong…Deep down even the most
Privileged or powerful people know it. There are
Laws to protect us…but there shouldn’t have to be…

So basically what it comes to is…when it comes
To sex…money…and power, those morals
We live by either go right out the window or become
Obscured by circumstance?

Lo and behold…an answer was given to me by
A former friend with a very important job.
She said God doesn’t exist because he never
Answered her prayers…She can’t stop herself
From eating Twinkies or junk…so she got
Her stomach stapled and liposuction to fix that.

I could go on and on…
The 21st century is a state of wonder and genius.

Knock Knock…And the light comes, the box
Opens…a doorway opens…the Circle of Light.

And he is sitting there, brilliant and magnificent
Waiting…The look on his face is priceless. “You have
Something on your mind?” Brishan asks with
A quirky smile…Ceres is beside him, with a comical
Smile of her own.

“I have to ask you something,” I say. “Honestly
You see so much, you must…not just here, but
I’m talking about in all you’ve experienced?”

“Yes.” He says more seriously.

“Seriously are there better places out there? Out
In the universe? Places where the questions
Have more sense, reason has less stress…and
The people are more fair?”

“That depends where you go.” He says.

Ceres makes a strange, curious look. “Did
Something happen?”

“No,” I answer, “No, I was just curious
Because some days I just don’t want to think.”

Brishan laughed, he had a way about him
That was relaxing. “The mysteries of every day
Life…”

“I’m sorry but I think many would agree…If you
Try to understand the world…some days you would
Have better luck hitting your head against the wall.”
I say. “What did you want to discuss this
Time…I would like to suggest nothing normal
Because I don’t know if normal exists.”

“Nature is more pleasant.” Ceres smiled. “To watch
That is…Where there are no people…
The arctic is very interesting. Some very hardy
Species there.”

“Before this becomes some wayward debate or
Speculation,” Brishan says, “Yes, I would like
To direct the topic now.”

“I find him amusing this way.” Ceres smiles.

He just looks at her then turns to me more
Seriously. “Your dreams…”

“My dreams again? What now?”

“Normally,” Brishan says, “I would have preferred
A prepared path…with a directive in mind to
Discuss. It helps keep the motives more
Clear. But under current circumstances
There was something that arose recently that
Surprised us a little, with a rather heated
Debate.”

“Argument you mean.” Ceres corrected.

“My dreams?” I asked. “How do you always
Know what I’m dreaming? Is nothing
Private?”

“The bridge is broader than you think.”
He says. “Don’t you think of us when
You’re not writing?”

“True.”

“Well then,” Brishan went on, “For those of
Mind to listen,” he eyed his sister a bit
Firmly, “Yes, I believe there is a topic we
Must address here. We’ve discussed experiments.
Earlier on, Apollo, or Varence rather, spoke
Of abductions…on the people…and I believe
We briefly discussed the topic of how humans’
Genes on Earth are different.”

“Is that why you asked Damara if we are
Human, because you weren’t sure?”

Brishan thought carefully for a moment. “We are
Sure…I apologize, that discussion was not
Meant to offend. We respect life, we do.
We were just trying to understand what
Race was on Earth…Because there are
Differences in more standard humans, not
Just on a physical level, but it’s more
That that.”

“Except that one very large one you knew,”
Ceres interrupted. “The one you just mentioned
Who did not understand good and evil…Now
There are serious genetic errors inside of
Her…physically.”

“Ceres…” Brishan warned. “Do not explore that.
That one…is irrelevant here. Allow me please?”

“Go on then.” She said.

“You see,” Brishan explained, “we have observed
Some alarming things…That’s why we needed to
Understand the level of humanity on Earth.
Because we were made aware of experiments on
Your people? Varence observed these with notes
For some time. Intriguing, yet diabolic as well.”

“You don’t approve of them do you?” I asked.

“No, of course not. Not at all.” He gestured
Kindly with a flat palm. “But it cannot
Be ignored. Because that level of genetic
Tampering is…deplorable, unthinkable…and
Very dangerous. Some argue that it is even
More dangerous than atomic power…

“Genetic tampering is a crime on many
Worlds…Some won’t even cross it.”

“Much less go there.” Ceres added in.

Brishan raised his hand to maintain the
Direction of words. “And there are those
That would sterilize it if any of them
Saw it as a threat to space.”

“Sterilize?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Before it could grow out
Of hand. Before it could spread. It’s NOT
Something we take lightly. We must FORCE
Ourselves to address this…regardless of
Personal beliefs. You can see this
Can’t you now?”

“What I’m talking about is the Human
Genome Project. Varence described it as
The pursuit of some scientist’s
Understanding of your people’s potential…or
Rather what it really was and is…Is the
Exploration of WHAT is really in your
Genetic make up.”

“Genetic experiments are done to understand
Our DNA?” I asked.

“Allow me to explain briefly.” He said, pointing
His finger but his manner insisting to remain
Calm. “A long time ago on Earth there was
A cataclysm…remember the story of Noah that
Ceres asked you to write?”

“Yes.”

“Well…” He said… “Afterwards, well afterwards
After the ark settled on dry land and the
Planet began to fill again with life…The
Plants and animals spread, new ecosystems
Were born again…The cleansing allowed
Room for life to thrive…

“But the human survivors were of limited number…
In their day…humans of their lineage lived
For 1,000 to 1,200 years…That’s a lot of time for
One couple to have children…

“And it’s also a lot of time for outside forces to
Invade silently…secretively to tamper with genes…
The Empire’s devious forces were still lurking, studying
The life that survived…And they began tampering
With the surviving population…taking specimens
In the night…to study them, making them
Believe they were having nightmares, dreams…
While in fact they were being experimented on…

“They, the Dark Ones’ drove species…imparted
Various…additives into their DNA, playing
With their hormone levels…unstable. Mostly on
A mental level at first…Then they began
Adding fragmented DNA strands of other races
To…How do I put this, stack DNA levels
So that they could create mutated aspects
Faster. In a limited population, the DNA was
Already fixed…It would have been fine if left
Alone, nothing would have happened to their
Genetic integrity.

“Instead they were made more hormonal, libidinous…
Imparted with qualities of species that
Antagonized creative thinking, dreaming…
Anything to make them more afraid, more
Impatient…craving more…to make them breed
More, reproduce more offspring…slowly over
Generations the excessive breeding produced vast
Numbers of offspring, that inbred…The
Inbreeding caused a deterioration of their
Genes…

“When inbreeding occurs DNA fractures at the
Edges at first…and then slowly inward…
Until it’s structure collapses…Then you
Find disease…cellular instability…They lose
Their collective functional abilities…
It appears like aging…Growth rates
Become unstable, they quicken and
Slow then fall apart…You have shorter
Life spans…that decrease with each
Generation.

“Not to mention the physical appearance
Changes…There are aberrations, deformities…
Combine that with the influence of foreign
DNA strands at various stages of growth
And very quickly you have very different
Looking humans…

“For instance, the Sirian DNA influence
Increased the hair on their bodies and faces…
Reptilian DNA fragments exaggerated
Facial and skull structures…limbs…
Physical proportions…
In some cases they used fragments from
Conquered races that were very acutely sensitive…
Making the Earth humans more skittish…
Temperamental…Various species were used…
Until there were clans on Earth that sprang
That didn’t resemble humans at all…
The Simian factors were introduced…
Perhaps the only true race to be born on
Earth…such as the Sasquatch, and
Its counterpart hybrids you know as
Neanderthal man…Clans became
Tribes…Tribes became other races and
Soon the Earth was full of all sorts of
Biped humanoids…

“The size and temperamental variations in
These humanoids created conflict…
Until the true remaining tribes were
A minority…Eventually the clash of such
Hostile, violent new races resulted in their
Own destruction…They were so violent and
Unstable they killed off their own people…
Until only bands were left…

“Camp fire tales recorded history…cave
Paintings told the stories of survival…Since
Noah in the first days after the ark
Banned all technology as he declared it
Was a toxic convenience of the human spirit…
So without technology for thousands
Of years human history became a fable,
Stories that were distorted generation
After generation until one day…
Tribes in the lush new fertile grounds
Of an ending ice age oasis decidedly
Settled in fertile valleys to take up
Permanent residence…And all at once
Civilization came back…

“Cities rose again…and with cities, bullies…
Leaders…The strong dominated the weak…
And the smartest dominated them all.
The beastly biped humanoids were
Killed off or forced back into the depths
Of the wilderness to become the Forest People…
Sasquatch…

“Over time more and more new cities rose
Around the world as one ice age ended and the
Climate warmed…The population became
Diverse wherever the geography ordered it
So…along with skin color…body types and so
Forth.

“Modern man as you know him was born
This way…through a series of silent corrupt
Genetic tampering…

“For ages, generations, the Dark Empire
Monitored this new creation. We had never
Heard nor seen anything quite like it before.
Not so much variety on one single planet
That is.”

“You must understand,” Ceres interrupted,
Life does evolve on other worlds…it does.
But not this way, NOT like it has on
Earth! In space…at least from what
WE have seen most worlds do not evolve
With such extreme diversity. Diversity
Like this? So fast on one planet? You
Should see and hear what others say,”
She turned and gestured to a distant,
Invisible audience that I could not
See. “Many have sat and stared at the
Variety of species on Earth and marveled
How did this happen here?”

“You mean other planets don’t evolve
Or grow with this variety at all?” I asked.

Brishan was calm, but serious. “Please
Do not be offended at all by this. But
Yes, other worlds…at most you find
One or two humanoid type races…
And possibly one thriving ecosystem
With branches of slight variations…But
Not extreme differences. There have been
A lot of species on Earth. So many that
To record them all is ridiculous…No
Wonder prejudices abound on Earth!”

“The animal life alone has been an
Enviable treasure!” Ceres said. “The forces
That shaped this planet, shaped it for a
Very bountiful harvest of variety and
Pleasure…”

“But then what is all this stuff in
My dreams I have had about human
Experiments?”

“Well,” Brishan said calmly, “Tell me, us,
About some of these dreams you
Have had?”

Ceres sat up taller, more curious, pushed her
Long wavy blond hair over her shoulder. “I
Am curious…you sure have been dreaming more…”

“I thought you could see my dreams?”

“Thoughts, feelings…yes,” Brishan answered. “Dreams?
No. At least not entirely…Those come from
A deeper part of the mind…Well, it varies
With the individual…with more complex minds…
Reading becomes harder.”

“Oh.”

“So…please…” He went on. “Tell me about these
Dreams…You had questions?”

“Yes.” I said. “But your choice of topics here
Somewhat answers my questions a bit.”

“Why is that?” Brishan asked.

“He has an idea,” Ceres rolled her eyes, “Let’s
Not draw this out. My brother has an idea…
We were discussing it earlier. We just need more
Details, please Bill?”

“Alright,” I said… “These dreams I’ve had for
Years now…I thought they were just random
Nightmares. But they don’t feel right. They feel
Off somehow. They’re always different though…
But still creepy. They creep me out.”

“Creep you out?” Ceres asked with concern. “Why?”

“They just do.”

“So tell me, us then.” Brishan urged. “Please.”

“They’re not constant dreams, more periodic.”
I explained. “They usually happen when…I
Go somewhere that I’ve never gone before.”

“Go on,” Ceres said.

“Can I just tell you the most recent one
Rather than all of them?”

“Of course.” He said. “Whatever you are
Comfortable with.”

“Ok.” I explained. “Let me try…It started
At some kind of facility, a base I think. I
Don’t know if I was there, or just watching.
I don’t know if they could see me…At least
Not at first.

“There was this cafeteria…but it looked more
Like a café or restaurant…like it was modeled
That way, not to look so cold or prison-like.
There were a lot of people there eating, talking
At tables in small groups. They ranged in ages
From 20 to 30ish, maybe 40, I’m not sure.
They were wearing uniforms with insignias
On them. I couldn’t recognize anything other
Than a circle that looked like a planet, Earth?
But the uniforms were more informal…

“What bothered me most was their conversation.
They all seemed excited…talking fast to
Each other…about plans, ideas…hopes.
They kept talking about injections…Some
Project, like it was a big secret. But one
They were really excited about.

“They were all pretty fit looking. They did
Not seem like every day normal people off
The street. Soldiers maybe, recruits. I’m
Not sure. They were definitely select
Candidates that’s for sure, some I overheard
Volunteered…But they kept talking
About injections…the project…How special
They were…

“I heard them say they were promised super
Powers? Like they were all going to become
Superhumans with powers, all kinds of
Powers…They were very excited about it. All
Of them.

“There was a counter, like a bar, where
Many of them sat, talking really loud. They
Just kept going on and on about having
Super powers. One man kept talking
About how he wanted to fly…Another
How he wanted to have super strength…
They just laughed about it like it was
Some party…

“While they were laughing it suddenly
Turned weird…One of the men in
The room at a table full of people
Started gagging, choking…Then he fell
To the floor…At first people surrounded
Him trying to help. Then very quickly
Started gasping, choking…They started
Backing away because the man started
Transforming.

“I know this sounds strange, but…The man
Started turning into this tall, hairy
Wolfman…like a person with a wolf’s
Head…grayish-black in color. There were
Screams, people backed away.
Then it was like he, the wolfman, wasn’t
A person anymore…He started growling
Words, ‘humans,’ then tried attacking people.
Then it kept happening…There were
Alarms, guards with guns…The facility
Went under lockdown…

“No one appeared to see me?

“I saw more people transform as they
Were locked away…Some turned into more
Of these, wolf-men or dog-looking
Men…They were huge and tall and sinewy
With big wolf heads or heads like a
German Shepherd…They started fighting
The guards and organizing…

“But then others started transforming…into
These…lizard-like, dragon men? Tall
And green, or red, some were this strange
Reddish bronze color? Then they started
Organizing against the guards too.
It was nuts, chaos.

“There were riots. Suddenly it became clear
To the people they were not getting super-
Powers. It was something else…Those injections?
The guards couldn’t control them. The
People and these new mutants ran…

“And they did get out, out of the facility…
They were ranting about, a pack,
The contract, secrets…

“It was crazy, guns, shooting…Somehow
I was standing near this man
As people started getting out, FAST.
Then the man I
Was next to turned and looked at
Me…like he could see me…Then he
Kept saying he felt himself changing…
Changing into a wolfman, he was all
Excited.

“But he didn’t turn into some big wolfman!
He started changing into this huge
Grayish looking alien…tall,
Phosphorescent, transparent skin
With neon looking blood?? I was
Like what is going on? He had this
Huge elongated bulb-like head?
But some people didn’t change. Those
Are the ones the guards, doctors, base
Seemed to be looking for…not the ones
That changed…

“That’s when I woke up. I have had
Drams of these types of people before
But they were always in prison cells…
Locked away…crying out for help?
What are they?”

Brishan looked at Ceres, then back
At me…serious, again still calm.
“Experiments.”

“Experiments for what?”

“They’re obviously trying to find out
A way to see what these mysterious
Fragments in your DNA are by
Drawing them out, enhancing them.”

“But it’s awful.” I said.

“Did you think they would play
Fair? Actually create…openly
Superheroes?”

“I don’t know what to think. What
They did to these people was horrible.”

“Did they say anything to you?” Ceres
Asked.

“They just kept asking for help.” I
Answered. “Some were angry, saying
They would get revenge for what
Was done to them.”

“I know this is hard but you need to
Be brave about this…” Brishan said.
“You may not be able to stop them…But
You can make others aware.”

“Somehow that’s not very comforting.”

“Until there’s a way to help them all…
Beyond possibilities even we know…
You just have to do what you can
To survive and keep the stories
Going until it comes out…Knowledge
Is the greatest power to have…It
May seem small, but it’s not…no
Matter how scared you get or confused.
Remember that.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=64467

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 17DEC2016

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

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…World War II…First Contact…Secrets…

*SONG* “Miracle” by Bon Jovi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnM9WEha5E0

They say it’s written in the Stars…
That when it’s time for things to happen,
They will, nothing can stop it.
Perhaps the meaning is more powerful
Than we think.

Every family has their own story,
Their own secrets…These tend to come out
Around the holidays…whether we like it or not;
Mostly not, of course.
I was raised on stories of my family’s Old World
Stories…mostly from my Mother’s side…
Of World War II and Hitler and
Czechoslovakia…and how my grandmother
And my mother and uncle came to this
Country in 1950…

You get a much more vivid depiction
Of history through family stories…
And what the history books leave out.
Who controls the history books anyway?
There is a lot of valuable information
Lost and edited out…is it for grammar?
Or is it for convenience to shape
Young minds?

I spent a lot of time with my grandmother
When I was younger…For two reasons,
One, because she was grandma…or as
The Czechs would say…I called her, Baba…
And two, because I had questions about
Things; who I was, what I was, that
No one else could answer.
We had many conversations no one knew
About…And she asked me one day to write
The story of our family…not for personal
Glory, but because she said there were
Things people should know…Things the
History books left out…things that should
Be told and not forgotten.

The Circle of Light…The bridge to
The notebook and the pen, the mind
And the box within…
Brishan and Ceres were waiting…
A very formidable, impressive brother
And sister pair.

“How many people know about this?”
I asked him.

“More than you think.” He answered with an
Arched brow.

“So this is the topic you wish to discuss
Now?” I asked him.

“Yes.” Brishan said very plainly, the man
Was endlessly calm!

“Why?”

“Alright,” he said, “I will be blunt. I told
You this project…These papers or posts or
Whatever you call them, I told you we would
Cover things unlike before…no easy words.”

“So where to begin?”

“I will just say it.” Brishan directed, his
Expression very serious. “There are those
Familiar with the manner of what we
Are, the Watchers…That does not mean
They know who we are, what we are. As you
Said, your history books have a way of
Telling stories. What we hope in this
Project with you is that people gain a
Clearer idea of who we are…Despite
What any book or record you know of
Says…Throughout the ages, the Watchers
Have been under strict orders NOT to
Intervene in the development of worlds…We
Watch, we observe and study…That is why
We are called the Watchers. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“But of course, as you know,” Brishan
Explained, eyeing his sister kindly, “Some…
Have taken actions on their own…
But we have never boldly shaped
Any world…Now that does not
Mean some ideas were not…inspired.”

“Alright.”

“My point here is,” Brishan explained, “is
That by watching we have seen a lot…
And recorded a lot…on various worlds.
I want to address a sensitive topic,
First contact.”

“Alright.” I said.

“We have seen many expect a lot from
This…Waiting for it?” He said with a
Low, serious brow. “The fact is…first
Contact was made on Earth…in your
Terms of time…decades ago…World powers
Concealed this, but the fact remains
It did already occur…not by us…but
More relevant, active races in the universe…
And it went horribly wrong.”

“What?” I asked.

“I am not going to point fingers,” he
Said, “Not just yet…I want to say
This now for the sake of…peace of
Mind…To end this ceaseless quest
For grand expectations with contact
With other worlds. Your world has
Serious issues to deal with…Problems
That cannot be solved by running
Away to another world.

“When it was determined that Earth
Was rapidly evolving with science…
Various races tried to contact world
Governments in the hopes of a peaceful
Appeal…This is not what happened. While
Some were sincere, others were not.
Some of these delegates that appealed
To your world nations were in fact not
Who or what they said they were…and
Ultimately incited a very vicious world war.
If they had been whole-heartedly sincere
And who they said they were…World War II
Would never have happened…Instead,
The Earth erupted with racism and
Superiority and violence…”

“You’re saying that’s why ‘good aliens’
Don’t openly make first contact?”
I asked… “Because it has the opposite
Effect…instead of peace, it triggers
Panic, prejudice and war?”

“Yes.” He answered. “If you carefully
Study historical events you will see this.
And that’s one of the reasons truly
Sincere ‘Good’ aliens would never
Actively negotiate with corrupt governments.
They are not stupid…Bad ones, however,
Would…The real Good ones would instead
Seek out more spiritual people…more
Common people…and would never recklessly
Endanger their contacts.”

“They wanted a war?” I asked him. “Who
Would do that? Why?”

“Who do you think?” Brishan said seriously.
“To engage interest, to scare them into
Seeing what was out there in the stars…To
Crave power…power over other nations…To
Negotiate alliances with off world powers and
Gain advantages…secrets…technologies…The
Reasons are numerous…But ultimately to
Gain control over a primitive developing
Culture…to gain their active dependence
For further use…And to further separate
Races, nations, countries…religions.”

“That’s diabolic.” I said.

“So then you see who would do this…” Brishan
Said. “Apollo made these points earlier at
The hearings…For you to write…about the
Deliberately staged crashes…To introduce
Technology to the nations of Earth…Your world
Had advanced enough for the empire to prepare
It for future use…dependence on technology…
On power…to induce separatism, elitism…
Materialism…slavery…So when the time comes,
They can take it suddenly away…And leave
A world helpless…and ready for Harvesting.”

He scared me with his points. “I see.”

Brishan looked very serious. “How prepared
Are people you know to take care of
Themselves if communications suddenly went
Out…How much do they currently
Trust their governments?”

“I understand.”

“Allow me to ask another question,” he said
With a suggestive grin… “How useful would
Oil be…if an electro-magnetic pulse silenced
Everything? They should find more peaceful
Solutions to problems…quickly…before
Distractions further tear their trust apart.
It’s always about the distractions…
So they do not see what else is going on.”

“But you could intervene…”

“And start where exactly?” Brishan asked.
“Who is the most important? Who would
Listen…We are already doing that here
And now.”

“But there are horrible things happening.”
I said.

“There are worse things happening on other
Worlds.” He said. “And right here and
Now currently…we are seeing more demonstrations
Of violence than peace…But believe me, where
It means the most…we are prepared to
Do what is necessary…if needed.”

“So then why are you so interested in World
War II right now?” I asked. “Because
Of the menacing, deceptive first contact?”

“No, there are further issues we would like
To address.” He said. “I would like for you
To share some of your family history. Tell
Me about your grandmother.”

“My grandmother?”

“Yes,” he said, eyeing Ceres with a sly
Smile. “There are some interesting
Details there to be told.”

“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“She was a strong person…But I know
Now she was strong because what she
Lived through made her that way…
Some saw her as fearless, but I know
In fact she was afraid of a lot of things…
Coming from Czechoslovakia.”

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Well,” I said carefully, “She, my mother’s
Family…came from the Sudetenland
In Czechoslovakia…For those that
Know history, it was the first place
Annexed by Hitler that ultimately started
World War II…The Nazis invaded there
First…because of the Germans that
Lived there, certain families…royal
Bloodlines, noble bloodlines…that held
Great significance in Hitler’s eyes…like her
Father’s family…which was huge…royal
Bloodlines. They were important because,
Well the family was so large…They married
Into all the royal families of northern
Europe…which symbolized what Hitler
Wanted…ties to all of Europe, like a
Prize or something, certain family crests…
They represented the unification of
Northern and Eastern Europe…dating
Back centuries…It was a union that
Strengthened Europe to keep southern
Invaders out, like the Romans.”

“Territories are always important in
Royal families.” Brishan laughed. “Some
Things never change…in governments
As well.”

“Well the Nazis got what they wanted,”
I told them. “They killed those who
Wouldn’t cooperate.”

“So her father cooperated?” Brishan asked.

“No, he pretended.” I told him. “The
Nazis invaded with armies, guns, aggressively…
Into unsuspecting towns…full of villagers
That were just simple people…They
Were not organized. But her father
Was a brave man, a smart man…and he
Was not prejudiced at all. He was well
Liked by many people, all types, he
Was fair. He was a famous general
In the army, and his father was a
Duke. When Hitler invaded he opposed
It, but people were too scared to stand
With him…So he was basically alone…
Yet he had friends…So he and a few
Others began what was called the
Underground…where they would secretly
Stream information out to allied
Forces outside telling them what Hitler
Was doing. He began that movement…
And my grandmother worked with him…
He only had two daughters, she was the
Oldest…She was very proud of him…so
She became sort of a courier to get information
Out to his friends in other countries…”

“Did this work at all?” Brishan
Asked.

“No…and yes,” I said. “I mean it
Took time. You see, like I said, people
Were too afraid to stand against the
Nazis…He was alone…but he persisted
Regardless. You see, we were always
Raised you do what is right no matter
How hard it is. You keep going even if
It’s hard…even if people tell you to
Shut up or give up it’s pointless…
That’s who we are.” I laughed. “I
Guess that’s why I keep writing…
No matter how hard it is or how tired
I am or whether people understand or
Not…No one listened to my great
Grandfather then…When he was in
The Sudetenland…Then Hitler went on
To wage one of the worst wars in history…
And all of Europe suffered because of it.”

“We are aware this was a terrible war.” Brishan
Said carefully. “On many levels.”

“I think it was more than that,” I said.
“It was called a Holocaust…because of the
Extreme events that took place…The concentration
Camps, genocide…It involved so many
Countries…and I think more went on then
Most ever knew.”

“Yes, that much is true.” He said.

“You said first contact occurred at that
Time, even before the war…That it went
Wrong, even made it happen?”

“Yes.” Brishan answered as Ceres sat
Quietly. “It was…a revealing time…even
To us.”

“There were good forces and dark forces
Working at the same time to both prevent
And encourage things.” Brishan said. “The
Dark Ones always explore different
Strategies to see what works…But primarily
Their goals are dissent…segregation…
Exploring brainwashing tactics…that
Appeal to egos, plays for power. These exist
Everywhere. That is one reason why
The good ones do not intervene, it’s risky…
The consequences are vast, and those
Involved become dependent. They never
Truly learn on their own.”

“So this always happens, everywhere?”

“Not always.” He said humbly. “But often.
In any case, it’s best to be aware of it.”
There was a brief pause before he went on.
“So tell me then, more about your family…
They were resistance?”

“Yes.” I said. “Well, my grandmother was,
Her father was…The rest were too scared to
Do anything…like most of the people there.
I never really understood how they allowed
It to happen. I think you have to know
Someone first hand, in person, to hear their
Story…to hear many stories in order to
Understand World War II. No history books
Cover everything.”

“Even the Watchers do not see everything.”
Brishan said. “It is impossible to witness
Every detail or reason…when so many
Factors shape things…At best we witness
The most active participants…and some
Obvious ones that go unseen.”

“There are no spared casualties.” I told him.
“I remember once I was visiting my
Grandmother when I was a teenager…And
She was watching a talk show on TV…it’s
Sort of an interview process where a host
Reveals testimonials of people wanting to
Discuss topics…

“The show was covering abuse in families…
How people are traumatized, victimized…And
I remember being shocked because my
Grandmother laughed because she said
People complain too much…She said that
During the war…things like rape, abuse,
Assaults…those words don’t exist…They
Happen…But the world doesn’t stop for
Them…Just doesn’t save them…
These awful things happen…The strong
Survive, the weak cry and complain…
But it doesn’t help anyone…

“I remember she said, you have to survive.
No matter what, you learn to survive…you
Do what you have to…And there are many
People…that when they can’t take it anymore,
They put a gun in their mouth or to their
Head and end it.

“My grandparents always kept a gun. She
Told me that when they escaped Czechoslovakia,
She was pregnant with my mother, and my
Uncle was a baby…and they had a gun…so
That if they were caught…they weren’t
Going back.”

“They fled this Hitler then?” Brishan asked.

“No.” I explained. “No, they survived Hitler…
Barely…She told me stories how the Nazis
Came every week…The Gestapo would
Come into her house with guns…tear up
The house, smash dishes, shelves,
Destroy furniture…tear open the beds
Looking for evidence to implicate them
In treason of fighting Hitler…They
Never found anything.

“And every week she and her mother and
Sister would stitch beds back together,
Glue the dishes back together…her
Father would repair the furniture…on and
On…yet they kept going…even though
It was a nightmare. The Nazis took
Everything, destroyed everything. They
Terrorized people…That is how they
Maintained control; threats, terror and
Bullying…

“These Europeans of that time…were
Like ghosts almost. They were beaten and
Broken and scared…They didn’t know what
To do or how to fight such a force. How
Anyone survived that time is a miracle…
The horror stories of abuse people talk
About today …back then they were common…
It was like an era of torture on
People…It’s almost like it was one
Giant experiment to see how far people
Could be pushed before they broke…
Of how they could be manipulated or
Bullied or bought.”

“A thing known on many worlds.” Brishan
Said. “Remember, my,” he then gestured
To Ceres, “our home was destroyed in
A similar way…the way of a war
Is ruthless…Those that survive are
Often the strongest people…or the lucky
Ones.”

“Then how did your grandmother get out?”
Ceres finally asked. “At that time I
Refused to watch.”

“After the Allies won the war and liberated
Europe…” I told them… “They swept in
And removed what was left of the
Broken Nazi army…which was basically
Just a bunch of confused young men
Bullied into fighting a war they did
Not want to fight…It was a fairly
Easy clean up…The Europeans left
In their homelands that survived
Hitler were so…fragile…They literally
Had nothing left…They had suffered
Years of abuse…Many were beaten
Constantly…You can imagine rape was like
An unthinkable thing they became used to…

“The Allies showed up one day and said
You’re free…And then they left, as
Quickly as they had arrived…

“The celebration was strange, very
Strained and short lived. Because immediately
After…Suddenly, the Bolsheviks…
Which was basically a renegade militia
Of Russia, the Communist party…They
Swarmed in to take advantage of
A war torn occupied Europe and before
The people could breath…they set up
Their own occupation…What was called
The Iron Curtain went up. And Eastern
Europe went from being owned by
The Nazis…to the Russians.

“Anyone who thinks the white race
Thinks highly of itself…has not heard
The stories of Eastern Europe. No race is
Superior…Racism is awful. And quite
Often those of any race are worst upon
Their own kind before others…Sexism
Is the true parent of prejudice…
Because the moment you treat men
And women differently you are breeding
Bigotry…Then it becomes about whose
Stronger, prettier, smarter…then it
Moves on to racism…All cultures tell
That story.”

“As do many worlds.” Brishan nodded.

“The Bolsheviks are the ones that killed
Her father, my great grandfather because
Of who he was…They took him, his wife,
His daughters…one being my grandmother…
And tortured them…

“In the prison…the guards wore white…
They would come each day and beat my
Great grandfather until they were covered
In his blood…

“Then the guards would go to a cell nearby
And show his wife their bloodstained
Clothes…shove them in her face, and tell
Her here is your husband’s blood…It
Drove her crazy…Then they would torture
And assault his wife and daughters as
Their father heard their screaming…
You can imagine what happened…This
Went on for about two weeks…They beat
Her father until he stopped moving, and died…
Her mother lost her mind and went crazy…

“But one of the guards took a liking
To my grandmother…And as she told me,
Since they had little use for the women
After they killed her father…So, she
Did what she had to, to charm the
Guard…and he smuggled her out of the
Prison…She then used
Him to help her get her mother and
Sister out of the prison…Then went
And sought out what was left of
The underground movement…

“But the once noble movement had turned
Corrupt, and more of what is called a black
Market for smuggling goods…It had
Become more of a Mafia…Very insidious,
Mostly driven for self survival than
Good purpose…There, she met a man
Who she seduced…to escape Czechoslovakia.

“There are a lot of sketchy details about
My family history at this point…I do know
That this man was heavily involved in
The Eastern European Mafia…she married
Him…They escaped into free Germany…
There, as refugees, they had the choice
To go to one of two places as most refugees
Did…Either Australia…or the United
States…They chose the latter.

“But it didn’t end there. Once in the United
States, the man she married established
His foothold of the Eastern European Mafia
In America…where they illegally
Smuggled Eastern Europeans into the
Country…

“My grandmother only stayed
With him until she could get her sister
Into this country…

“Her mother had died some years after they
Got her out of prison…That was when
That large silver disc, the UFO, had
Hovered over their house the day she died…
In a town in Germany where the rest of the family
Had also fled…
Life for them was so crazy, they didn’t
Indulge in trying to figure out what it was…
They only wanted to get out of Czechoslovakia first,
Then Germany, to be together.

“In the United States, once my grandmother
Got her sister into the country…she
Fled the man she married…You see, he
Was a corrupt man, a crime boss basically…
She worked with the FBI to escape him…
That’s how she understood how dangerous
He was…Because he didn’t just aid in
Smuggling Europeans into America…once
In the country he blackmailed them
For money for himself and the mafia…
It was essentially a white slave trafficking
Operation…All the pretty young Eastern
European men and women were forced
Into prostitution…while the rest served
As convenient criminals or hit men for
Whatever needs the mafia had.

“The FBI wanted to stop him and the mafia
And they did…with her help implicating
Him in various crimes…But she was scared,
For him, for her, for her children…my
Mother…It was a horrible life…A nightmare
For her after enduring the war…A nightmare
For my mother and uncle as they knew nothing
Else…So again, my grandmother found
A man who liked her, who was enslaved
To her mafia husband…Then ran with
Him and hid with him and her two
Children in the suburbs of New Jersey.
They changed their names and tried to
Rebuild their lives…

“But you can imagine this was a life
Of tortured memories, abuse…terror, fear
Of everything. She clung to an
Overzealous faith to keep her going, but
Was in fact deep down secretly a
Terrified mess.”

“That’s awful.” Brishan said. “Like a
Never-ending story of abuse…”

“That’s what war does to people.” I said.
“And that is why my family was always
So secretive…afraid…I mean, yes they
Were brave…but the fear was always there.
I didn’t understand until I was much
Older…Even more so after my grandmother
Died and she came to me in dreams to
Talk to me…to apologize and explain certain
Things.”

“We saw things,” Ceres said, “But we
Were lucky…we were spared most horrors
Fleeing our planet…Our older brothers
Made great sacrifices getting us out…
Such as the oldest,” Ceres nodded, “His
Name was Valiant.”

“You named me for him?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said.

“I’m not that brave,” I said. “Not like
That.”

Ceres eyed Brishan quietly. “Oh I think
You are more than you know…more than
You remember…or have yet to understand.”
She thought for a moment. “I’m curious…
In those years you knew growing up…
This fear passed on to you?”

“Well yes,” I said, “We were never allowed
To talk to anyone…trust anyone…And
With my ‘unique freakish gift’ that I
Inherited from my grandmother’s mother…These
Visions and things…They always made me
Feel like some accident…or mistake…I
Always felt like a mistake…One they either
Pitied or were ashamed of. That I had
To earn their love…They always made
You feel that way…That you had to
Earn the right to be loved because life
Was hard as you know.”

“That’s terrible!” Ceres said.

“It was a misunderstood point of view,” I
Explained… “I learned different perspectives
From making friends over the years…
I consciously chose to shape myself my
Way…by what I had faith and believed
Was right…But my family had some
Amazing traits too…They loved animals…
My grandmother especially loved them…
More than people actually…

“Living a life so perpetually paranoid and
Afraid after the war…of the mafia, and
Seeing the darker side of human nature…
She wanted to feel safe…so she bred
These amazing German Shepherds…
Watch dogs…awesome dogs…Many of which
Went to become service dogs for the
Police force…

“They were spectacular dogs…There was
One she named Samson…I never
Will forget that dog…There was something
Supernatural about him…He was a
Massive 120 pound German Shepherd…When
You looked at him there was something
More than dog in his eyes…I’ve never
Seen another dog like him, and I have
Seen a lot of dogs…Samson was born to
Kill…and he was excellent at it…
He was always in that mode…Nothing
Ever got in that back yard with him
There…Nothing could match him, nothing.
He killed anything that got in that
Back yard in seconds…I had seen him
Do it…grab it, shake it, dead…3 seconds…
Cats, squirrels…He would leap and grab
Songbirds out of the air. There was something
Haunting about that dog…The only thing
That could really control him was his
Mother, a black German Shepherd named
Countess…You don’t mess with mom.
He lived until he was about 16 years old. It’s
Funny…her German Shepherds were
Just unbeatable…even to the dogs today…
When she retired to Florida…she wanted
Something easier…so she took in Pitbulls…
A misunderstood breed…Samson could
Have torn a Pitbull apart before it
Had the chance to move.”

“I have to respect someone who
Understands animals that way.” Ceres
Said.

“Thank you for sharing this with us.”
Brishan said with praise. “It needed to be
Said.”

“Why?” I asked.

He smiled. “Trust me…you will see.”

“Everything is so stressful right now.” I
Told them. “I’ve never asked you for
Anything have I?”

“No?” Brishan said.

“I’m tired of being stressed all the time.
Of worrying.” I told him. “It’s the holidays.
I want my life to get easier…
Happier…I’m tired of waiting for things
To happen…And lately I feel like I am
Going to explode all the time…like that
Light in my head is going to go off…
And I won’t be able to control it…
Please…make things better for me?”

Ceres looked intensely at her brother. “Oh I
Believe he owes you more than that…I
Wouldn’t worry…Trust me.”

Valiant
Note: This is Lida, Valiant (Bill’s) Mom. I just wanted to add to my son’s post, with his permission, that what he just wrote is a true story. This was my Mother’s story. How she arrived in this country having escaped the Communist takeover/regime in her country, Czechoslovakia (now Czech Republic). I was the little girl she was carrying when she left. I grew up with this family history, was born in a refugee camp in Germany, and came to the USA in 1950, with my parents and brother. And yes, I am an American citizen.

I have the honor and privilege of making sure his story and messages are posted to RMN, so that Humanity may hear all….

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 10DEC2016

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

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 3DEC2016

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

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…Constellations…Voices from the Stars…

*SONG* Under The Sky by Heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuC3TjLqyos

It’s different now…
No matter who, no matter where or how
Everyone knows it…Of course each will
Explain it a thousand different ways,
To each their own, everyone needs different
Answers…If you can accept that then you
Can move peacefully on…

The pulse, the drive, to feel alive, to feel free…
The pen and the paper becomes the
Dialing device…waiting for them. Then there
Is the Circle of Light, from the Mind
And the Mind’s Eyes…The Bridge to Them…

Brishan sits waiting, with a firm, serious
Expression…like no man I’ve ever seen,
That’s a good comparison…Perfect. Strong and
Chiseled…I’m jealous of his hair; wow.
He laughs at that, but remains serious.
“It’s time to talk some more.”

“I know.” I say.

Ceres looks quiet, calm but confused…still
Amazingly beautiful. There is no doubt in my
Mind if anyone saw them this way they
Would lose the power to think. This is no
Game, that becomes more and more clear.
“It’s changing you again.” She says.

“Maybe. I think so.”

“Start slowly,” Brishan says. “Tell me
Exactly what happened, including your feelings
As best you can…those are very important.”

“But you know all that already.” I told
Him, them. “I don’t even have to speak or
Write it…you know.”

“You have to realize these things are rare to us.”
Ceres said softly. They were really
Communicating carefully; that was clear.
“And when and if we do find these
Things…it’s always so different. It must
Be recorded carefully each time.”

“What do you want me to say?”

Brishan thought fast, but held the manner
And posture of a powerful commander
Without blinking. “Just tell me, us, everything.
If you write it down this way like you
Were told the meaning will become clear
Without so much noise confusion in your
Thoughts getting in the way.”

“I was stressed out a lot,” I told them,
“for various reasons…no one particular thing,
But like…a series of things compounded
Together.”

“Alright.” He said. “I see how that
Frustration works…”

“And then at night,” I said, “Especially
At night…when the sky was clear
And the stars and moon were clear
And bright…I could not stop
Thinking about constellations…star charts.”

“Oh?” Brishan asked.

“But the thing is I know nothing about
Those things…star charts, or constellations…
I mean.” I replied. “I couldn’t stop. I
Don’t know why.”

“Something triggered it.” He said calmly.

“I was furious one minute, then seeing
Stars. It’s funny to say that. But it’s
True.” I said.

“Just go with it.” Ceres kindly
Encouraged. “Just tell us what
Happened.”

“When I first started with the lines
And light paintings I was driven
To find the right combination and
Composition…There are no words to explain…
It simply had to be…And when I
Succeeded with one set, there were
Always words…from phrases or songs
That shouted out…like clues…

“Wait for the call…keep going, don’t
Stop…wait for the call…

“What does that mean?
So I’m sitting there fuming,
Boiling…my insides are screaming
Like I am going to explode.
The lines are moving, the light is moving
Inside my head. Nothing matters but
The mission. Ignore any distractions…
The fuel, the fire explodes…And all
I see are star charts, maps of
The stars, of the constellations. I
Have no idea why. And it keeps
Going faster and faster…moving,
Spinning lines and thoughts…Nothing
Can stop it, and any threat only
Makes it stronger…

“Wait for the call…
My mind and insides explode…
Then all at once…it was there
In the dream, I cried out…Enough,
Let me out…And then it happened…
The stars answered.

“The Brightest Star, then Orion…
Orion’s Belt…then on to Taurus.
The Pleiades…on to Pegasus…
So fast…there it was…The call.

“It started out as a dull sleep…like one
Of those nights where you fall asleep
Without thinking, without trying…
Like something else was taking over.
My mind was free yet working fast.
The anger from before turned into fuel…
Like a rocket going off…
The box must have opened I think…
The Stars, the Constellations…
Orion…Orion’s Belt…pointing the way.
To Taurus…the Pleiades…
Free Lightning shooting through Stars.
On to Pegasus. The Stars became…Alive.
They weren’t just bright lights in
The Dark Sky anymore…

“I can’t stop thinking about it everyday.
The Stars, the Constellations…
The Monuments of Earth, ancient
Monoliths…mysterious to modern man
Yet precise calculations built by Ancient
Hands guided by Higher Forces.
All things have meaning, have purpose…
Distract the Minds not meant to see,
And guide the Hearts led in their genes
For generations to Destroy.

“Coordinates, patterns…patterns in everything.
Circles…Bloodlines of families…
For thousands of years…by Blood Apart…
No doubts in the heart, some just know…
While others wish for it, and only complicate
Things unnecessarily. It’s in our genes,
A genetic memory…They possess the answer.
But why?

“The Circles…And the planet talks this
Way too…catching the echoes from
Dream time and even the songs of whales,
Through the sun, the moon, and even
Star light whispers…The planet
Talks through crop circles…riddled messages
For some to read…put the clues together
For the solution.

“Always waiting for the call.
The Crystal Skulls have waited for thousands
Of years…Proceed.

“Sacred Geometry, Mystic Lines woven
Together with perfect form to harness the
Pure power thought, memory and essence
Of crystals…The Planet’s nerve network,
And brain…to form a higher brain.
Find them…the Right Moment.
The Good Spirit…when the Right
Bloodlines connect the Sleeper awakens…
Then All Sleepers awaken, not just here
But across the Stars…everywhere.
Across the Stars, Across the Universe…

“Orion…Orion’s Belt…pointing the way
To Taurus, the Pleiades…Then on to
Pegasus…Lightning shooting through
The Stars…
It’s like Dialing a Telephone number
If you know the number,
At the Right Time…if, you know how…
Or even how to use the phone…the Planet…

The Spirit…Torn, Split, Confused, Raging…
And the Dial is Spinning, the Lines
Are Spinning…

“Then all of a sudden There I was standing
In the Stars…A dream? No it was more
Than that. Floating yet standing…
Turning around…The cosmic view was not
Frightening…It was simply a position,
A place and point in time…
And then there was a voice, “Hello?”

“So I turn to the sound…I see
Galaxies, by magnified view.
And suddenly the Silhouettes of
People start standing up in distant
Galaxies…And They start Talking!

“First, “Hello, are you there?”
“Here I am…over here…” It’s Mesmerizing.
Indescribable. There are others out there!
People in those Galaxies! And they have
Been waiting for this, lost, searching and
Waiting just like we have!”

“And what did they say?” Brishan
Asked, intensely intrigued. “Can you
Remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” I answered. “But
My mind is like…Locked. It’s hard
To explain. All I can see is those
Silhouettes of people standing in
Those Galaxies…It’s like then suddenly
I woke up and just knew, or heard…
Waiting…
Then the Silhouettes of people started
Calling out names…They Knew!
How could They know? But They did…

“Was this meant to be?
It sure felt like it was…
I know how it sounds, like that old
Saying…it’s written in the stars…
Maybe it really is…it really is.
I can’t stop thinking about it. That
Powerful connection…that sense of them
Waiting for it…of deep inside waiting
For it…I didn’t know then, but I did…
It’s like that long lost person you expect
To find in a distant land or country…
They’re not in California or Europe
Or someplace far away on Earth…
They’re far away on Another Planet!
Other Planets.
And they were calling out names to each
Other looking for one another…
“Hello are you there?” One would say…
“No, I’m over here…”
And the names!”

“Could you make out all the names?”
Brishan asked, very curious, as if he
Were taking notes.

“Some yes,” I told him, “But some were
Unlike any names I’ve heard before…
But they felt familiar…
They kept calling my name, but it wasn’t
The name I knew…it was the name
I knew inside…But other names
I recognized…They called my name
Excited…Then asked for Brianna, Christin,
James, Julie, Marta, Mary, Melanie,
Melania…and a whole list of names
In other languages I couldn’t spell or
Pronounce…They were intensely looking.
It felt amazing, like this huge bell
Was sounding in your soul.”

“Then what did they say?” Ceres asked.

“They asked…” I hesitated. “Where have
I been? Where I was…The more we
Talked the faster the talk became…
Like a lightning conversation…
Faster and faster…finishing each other’s
Thoughts and sentences…

“They said things would happen now,
That it was time now. Nothing could
Stop it…Then the voices overlapped
And everyone was speaking the same
Words at the same time…Thoughts in
Sync…as one…like sharing information…
They talked about the circles gathering
Here and there…Circles…Secret Circles…
And…something that didn’t make
Sense.”

“What was that?” Brishan asked.

“They talked about building a bridge,”
I told them, “A Bridge between galaxies
To bring the circles together. Then the
Conversation sped up like a download of
Information, really intense…things to know
Not to speak or share…just to know
Like for the right time…This was the
First connection…I think, to get
Started…It was so overwhelmingly
Strong, undeniable…They knew. But
When connected we knew more.”

“And then?” Brishan asked.

“I woke up,” I said, “Fast wide awake.
But the feeling was strong and clear.”

Brishan and Ceres just looked at each
Other curiously, eyebrows raised. They
Were clearly fascinated.

“What is it?”

“It’s just this has never happened before.”
Brishan said. “It’s been talked about…
Debated over for years…The chance,
The possibilities…but the factors to
Create it, to make it happen…let alone
The fuel to make such a connection
Without assistance…”

“So what does it mean?” I asked.

“Can you remember how many
There were?” He asked. “Or their
Locations…in some respect?”

“The constellations…Orion, Taurus, Pegasus.
That’s all I know…The strongest
Voices came from Taurus…The Pleiades
I think? And Pegasus…Many were
In Pegasus, in fact most were. There
Were some in Orion…but those seemed
The weakest and few…And most
Desperate and alone. Why?”

“If I am to make an approximated
Conclusion?” Brishan said carefully. “It
Would be that those in Orion are from
Fallen or occupied worlds…looking for
The most…help.”

“And the others?” I asked.

“There are a number of worlds there…
Like yours…in Pegasus.”

“This has something to do with that
Dream about the Great Hall, doesn’t it?”
I asked. “About what happened there?
The Paradigm of Nine Worlds? The people
That filled the hall from other Planets?”

“Yes.” He carefully offered.

“But I never spoke to any of those
Other people…They were in separate
Sections…we never spoke. I don’t
Remember dreaming about them.”

“That you are aware of.” He said again,
Very carefully. “Not every dream
You or anyone experiences is on direct
Or instant recall. Some are meant to
Be forgotten…until the right time. That
Is how the brain works…”

“If everything were remembered too fast
It would corrupt the mission.” Ceres said.

“And it would influence outsiders,” Brishan
Explained, “Or draw the wrong ones in.”

“What does that mean?”

“All were given key codes of information.”
Brishan went on. “Coordinates. Directives.
If they succeed, they move on…First
And foremost for each to fulfill their
Individual plan…Then connect with and
Assemble the others…and or any that
Might be compatible for the plan to
Work…”

“What plan?”

“To build the bridge to bring them together.”
He said firmly.

“Now? Why not sooner?”

“Too soon and it falls apart.” Brishan
Answered. “You know this. And there
Have to be enough ready at the same
Time. Things take time you know.
Learning and experience take time.”

“To do what exactly? To build this
Bridge to bring us together? How am
I supposed to do that? I’m no
Technician or engineer.”

“There are other ways to build things
Then with machinery.” Brishan laughed.
“The mind alone is power, has power.
Consider this…surely you have some
Theory or suggestion in your society
Of Alchemy? Of converting energy
Or matter?”

“Like turning lead to gold?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“But that’s chemistry,” I said, “like
Talk of magic and science…of
Turning lead to gold…that’s more
For fortune’s sake or wealth.”

“You’re thinking in limited terms.”
Brishan said. “Free your mind…
Lead to gold…is simple if you
Expand understanding…you draw
With a pencil…a scientist writes
Equations with a pencil…Well, if you
Take a simple pencil and draw
A masterful work of art…That’s
Worth a fortune…That is turning
Lead to gold. If a scientist writes
A brilliant equation that solves a
Mystery…or creates a priceless
Formula…That…is worth its weight
In gold…There you have your
Fortune…Then you have turned
Lead into gold. It’s far easier than
You think…yet impossible at the
Same time…unless it’s done by
The right person. Do you see now?
Not just anyone can do this…but
For the right one…”

“It becomes limitless.” Ceres said.

“Still,” I struggled to find the words…
“Why now? How? This is just not what
I thought.”

“I can’t explain what is in your head,”
Brishan said very calmly, his expression
Was calm, cool and rational. “If we
Understood everything about the light
And what was put there…Then we
Would not be here, would we? Some
Understand this…You don’t know why
You write…or how…The Little Old Asian
Man gave you the clue…write it down,
That is how it comes, that is how
You access it.”

“We assume it must work the same
Way with the artwork.” Ceres said, she
Too was very calm and comforting. “You
Don’t know why you draw or point
This way…You just do it. The
Information comes when it comes.”

“This is what we know.” Brishan said,
Leaning forward confidently. “We,
Have watched…The Watchers observe…
For ages…watch, wait, observe, listen,
Learn, do not interfere…so we can
Gain some understanding of how things
Work…In the hopes of grabbing
At chances…when they present
Themselves. The Dark Side throws
Countless distractions to confuse
People…to sway them from their
Path, from fulfilling their dreams…
Especially from pursuing the mysterious
Mission each is given in their own
Independent journey…This way they
Can keep their system going…

“But sometimes, though very rare…
Some break from their influence,
Break from the herd…and discover
Things. They could be very small things
Or very significant…In any case,
Life is always a difficult for them.”

“And then there are those,” Ceres said,
“Who are gifted with misinformation
To misguide people’s hopes…No doubt
Many sense that.”

“They play off weaknesses,” Brishan
Explained, “The desire to feel special…
To be granted gifts…A better life…
Every world has them…Those unhappy
With their life so they look to the stars
For help…Remember, it’s like I told
You…You will never find fulfillment
In the stars until you make peace where
You are, with your home…Honestly,
Consider the value here…who would
Or what would want to rescue
Anyone blindly that would abandon
Their home for the dreamy chance
To pursue a life in space? Someone
Who would take advantage of
Desperation, that’s who.”

“I get that.” I said. “But who are
These people, the ones who called
Out from other galaxies? They’re
Looking for something, someone
Specific…They know. It didn’t
Feel like they were giving up
On their homes…They were looking
For a connection.”

“It must have something to do
With bloodlines.” Ceres interrupted.
“The old ones. From the First home.”

“The ones that fled into space,” Brishan
Said, “After the conquering of that
Star system, the First one?” He asked
Her. “That was our home.”

“You’re that old?” I asked in shock.

“Refugees from that time, yes.” Ceres
Answered. “You have to remember
Where we found sanctuary…was in
A place outside of time, a world
Outside of time…Suspended in a
Quantum Singularity of Time…A Haven
If you will…”

“That is where the Watchers originate
From.” Brishan said.

“Okay,” I said. “But about the
Bloodlines?”

“There were twelve powerful bloodlines,”
Ceres explained, “And one royal
Bloodline…from the first home…13
Families…This pattern repeats itself
Over and over throughout space…There
Are descendants of these bloodlines
On every human world…All related
Down through the ages in some way
Even if they are light years apart
On other worlds in other galaxies.”

“I don’t know how anyone will be
Expected to listen to that.” I told them.

“It will strike a chord deep inside. Do
Not try to convert anyone. This is not
About creating some kind of religion
Or cult. It’s merely about sharing
Information and educating. That is all.”

“So you are saying we are connected
To those people?” I asked.

“Some are.” Brishan nodded. “Yes.”

“But they were not in that assembly
At the Great Hall.” I told them. “There
Are only 5 left from there…I don’t
Recognize any other names from
There.”

“Now the Great Hall was an entirely
Different project.” Brishan explained.
“That was about bringing these worlds
Together…in the hopes of uniting
Them, the lost descendants of the
Human worlds…To stand together
One day…to help us solve the problem
Of dealing with the Empire…while
At the same time reuniting all the
Lost Worlds together…”

“The 5 left are supposed to do
That?” I asked.

“In part, yes.” Brishan said. “I can
Not reveal the full plan of that
Mission…it is still unfolding and
Would affect anything and everything
You do…Right now we have to address
This…you making contact with
Those galaxies.”

“And the other names they called out
On Earth?” I asked.

“There are many circles,” Brishan
Explained… “Many experiments…
Subjects from different projects…We
Just chose selections from one particular
Plan…”

“This is a headache.” I told him. “What
Am I supposed to do with this? Build
A bridge?” I laughed.

“For now, you wait.” Brishan explained.
“You made the initial contact…at
The right time…The alignment during
The Leonids…it happens each year.
Trust me, it will happen again. They
Know you are out there now…And
Are no doubt eager to contact you
Again, as you are eager to connect
With them. It will happen again.
Give it time…Too much too fast isn’t
Good. Rest.”

“Trust that it will continue.” Ceres said.

“And for now?” I asked.

“For now,” Brishan said, “we continue
With what we are doing…And
Varence still has work to do…with
His companion…Rana is with him.”
He smiled. “Just rest for now…We
Will continue this more…later…”

Valiant

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