Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…In Dreams…And the Stars…

SONG* “What Have I Done to Deserve This” by The Pet Shop Boys
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In Dreams They Come…
Mysterious, with riddles and no reason
But for some it’s a miracle,
Inspiration that drives and compels
To go on when life feels empty
And hopeless, trapped by a reality
Of rules we did not make, of a hell
We have little control over…
A guiding light of Inspiration,
A gift from God, from the Universe?
So many Questions…who, what,
When, where…Always why?
Endless answers, endless possibilities…
It’s different for everyone…

The Bravest go on to live, to
Chase dreams…The weak settle…
I swear settling seems like the most
Painful word to hear…

But for some hope comes in dreams…
It can take many forms, yet it
Always bears the same courageous
Charm that knows no limits or
Boundaries or laws…MAGIC.

In this essence, in magic, that
Comes from dreams…with faith
And a prayer it can do amazing things…
Keep going, you must always
Keep going…that’s what the box says.

Now…the pen is given and guided
By his voice, with a welcoming and
Kinder tone…Varence tells the tale
I asked for.

“It was never my intention to create
A myth or a mysterious riddle…
For Ages the Watchers have been
Held back by binding laws that
Restrict intervention…yet there are
Always chanced opportunities…
Offering ways that we can do
Something…so some of us take that
Chance…

“As I have said before, or tried to,
We have learned the best way to
Convey a message is through a story.
Believe it, don’t believe it…stop
Now and walk away and chase
Something else…but don’t read on
And complain of cryptic words…
By now it should be clear there’s
More going on here than meets the
Eye…You won’t find the answers
You’re looking for simply in any
Obvious place on pages printed
From the past…The overseers of
Earth bind the truth and edit
Everything to prevent anyone
From discovering things…That’s when
I attempt chance stories throughout
Times like this…to break their
Cycle…

“And for the record, the Watchers
Aren’t Fallen Angels or Demons…
Don’t test my patience with
Schemes…”

Ceres laughed as she sat beside
Him watching the scowl on his
Face. “He asked you to tell him
The story of your Oberon…Not
Interject words of your temper…
Varence…Don’t waste time please.”

“I am calmly composed.” He
Assured her with only a slightly
Arched brow.

She crossed her legs and played with
Her fingers over her knee as she
Watched me write. “The impossible
Boy is vexed by criticism…how…
Entertaining.” She threw her
Head back and laughed. “I love it.”

“Vexed?” He said to her with a
Serious face. “You think I am
Challenged?”

“This…was your idea, not mine.” Ceres
Said firmly to him then looked to me.
“It’s amusing to say the least.”

“To be challenged by idle minds when
I offer genuine help?”

She laughed again. “Genuine? A rhyme…
Riddles…I tell plainly, you indulge
With words and call it thinking…”

“Would you like to tell the story then?”
He asked her sarcastically. “Will you
Spare nothing of a word of support
For me?”

She eyed him with a sly smile. “That
You would ask me…of this Oberon?”
She laughed. “I had no choice
Nor interest in that idea you had…
And words of support? Ha! I am
Here for him ONLY,” she pointed
To me, “Not you…remember that.
If you want to entertain reasoning
With foolish deductions of your
Identity…only an idiot would try
To reason with fools. Just tell the
Story and stop wasting time…You
Always tell him…who cares what
They think? So yes, I find this
Amusing that now you hesitate
To win over a moment…when there
Are far more important things
To address…”

“Offer me something.” Varence
Gestured with a sincere expression
As he held his hand out openly
In his lap. “Because for his
Sake,” he nodded to me, “You are
Involved too…Now don’t deny it.”
She eyed him fiercely. “Fine.
If I am to take part, for his
Sake I will offer this…He,”
She nodded once at him, “Is not
A Demon, nor Fallen Angel…Idiot
Yes, but not a Fallen Angel. How’s
That?”

“Ceres…” He groaned rolling his eyes.

“An idiot for fools to toss coins
Or rings of ideas at.” She laughed.
“Chance reason with him, and you
Will sadly be waiting a long time.
So…save your time, and as I do
And have done so many times…just
Call him an idiot.” She beamed
A victorious smile. “Can we begin
The story now?”

He curled his lips with frustration
With his eyes staring upwards
As if begging for help from above.
He knew arguing with her was
Pointless… “Fine…onwards with
The story.”

“And no wasting time with pleas of
Understanding why you did it…Just
Tell it.” She somewhat growled at him.
“Tell it true…And that’s not me
Asking…It’s what you will do.”

He sighed, but gave in…eyeing me
With a gentle humorous chuckle. She
Did have a way with words, especially
With him. And she was right he did
Always say stop worrying what others
Think just do it…The job, the mission,
Whatever it required, distractions
Just waste time.

His eyes wandered slowly up then
Down, dancing sideways and all around
As he composed the story in his head to
Be written down.
“It was never my intention to impart
A riddle nor cryptic message, not once,
Not ever…to anyone. You must
Understand that. We, I, must move
Carefully in everything I do. To
Encourage the right moment, the
Right dawn of idea is no easy task,
Many argue…Just tell me, give
Me the answer? Would they do it
Then only once…or follow it with a
Thousand more requests? Then
Preach to others of their marvelous
Discovery they solely alone made…
HA! Few give credit where it is due,
So few, thank you…”

“You are babbling again…” Ceres moaned
Playing with her fingers with her
Hand over her knee and eyes staring
Off past the Circle of Light.

Varence paused then went on patiently…
“Consider this as we begin…Ideas,
Inspiration…can you honestly say
From where they come? For with all
Things there is a cause and effect…
A push…and a reaction…Be they
With whispered words, or the
Chance of an image that falls before
The eyes…All dreams come from
Somewhere…Some are independent
Creations of an intuitive mind…while
Others are influenced…Very often,
Too often, the creativity found in
One can inspire countless others…

“There are mysteries in the universe
One day you…and all of Earth will
Discover are not limited to the minds
Of your world. Stories and scenarios
Repeat in endless combinations everywhere…
The music, art and literature of one
World is very much like that of many
Others…If you think love stories are
Restricted to Earth, think again.

“And forgive me again for this seemingly
Strange dialogue…but again I am offering
You a very obvious clue. These musings
Are gifts from a Universal Source…
Art inspires…Visual stimulation is
Very powerful…Anything with the
Senses is. Consider that, really think
About…Eyes and Ears…pause,
Reflect, eyes and ears.” He pointed to
His own then went on. “The mysteries,
The questions you seek…The answers
Are more simple than you know.

“In rare minds are born talent, guided
By time and whatever passion or
Joy or agony they traverse…but more
Importantly they are also relevant
To the solutions for tragic problems
That the logical mind debates
With science. To put it plainly, Bill…

“The box…the locks, the keys…the
Artwork has a power science will
One day know. Songs answer
Riddles…The Forces that shape the
Universe…Time, Light, Sound…The
Visual masterpiece…the words written
Down…and music…These are all powerful
Tools…weapons…and cures to
Anything and everything. Do you
Understand? Heaven grants gifts this
Way everywhere…They can solve
Any problem…There are cures there…
In time they will learn this…The
Greatest works of art, literature and
Music…also hold the keys to all
The secrets of the Universe…

“The gifts granted to the great
Composers will cure many diseases…
Sound.

“Words can heal…Art can save lives,
In its essence…The alchemy, the
Pencil lead becomes the priceless gold…
Building things…that no logical mind
Could come up with on its own. One day
They will see…”

He sighed, laughed, then sat up tall
And straight… “Every so often I
Chanced to give a message to someone.
Nothing grand, just a taste to chase
A dream creatively with someone
Lost…So here this was, how it happened
With Oberon…”

Ages ago to mortal Earth, but not
That long to the Watchers…It was
Just a typical day of observing and
Recording data for the ships records.

“All demons have vessels to
Record data of Earth’s activity you
Know.”

“Varence!” Ceres snapped. “Enough
Of your bruised ego. Tell the story.”

He grinned then continued. The words
Take new direction now, to spare his
Ego from brooding.

Varence sat in the Captain’s chair,
Casually observing the surface…details,
Scans, tedious notes taken and recorded.
With lightning speed. Cities, villages,
Countries far and wide…crude
Civilization…Tantrums, barbarians…
Weddings, funerals, births…children
Playing…Tribes hunting and fighting
In the tropics…Brutes and bullies
In the North…Emperors, kings and
Queens in lands with castles and
Taxed slaves…Farming…Hunters,
Gatherers…tales of woe from the poor
And abused…Tales of misunderstanding
And philosophy from those with
More convenient life styles…Those
With money had more time to think,
Preach and scheme…while those that
Were born less fortunate to work had
Less time for games…

The one steadfast constant…hope…faith…
And their polar opposites…greed and lust.
Love was the gamble in between…They
All wanted it, few understood and
Appreciated it…But artists, writers
And composers were always compelled
To paint it…to write it down…to
Sing it or play it with music…
Ah, the reliability of the arts…
To chase love…and thus secretly
Inspire…civilization…Some things
Never change.

He tapped his finger on the console
As the endless data streamed in
To record…It came so fast; individual
Details were scarcely significant…Only
The big picture was clear, how the
Earth was growing, changing. But
Occasionally here and there voices
And faces stood out…from all manners
Of lands, societies and classes. There
Were echoes of speeches and decrees
From the rulers…love songs, brief epics
Of struggle for mortal important things…
That were otherwise meaningless far
Away and above.

Prayers always caught his ears and
Eyes, the Earth of the believers in
Something bigger and better beyond
Measure of what they know. Now
That was merit. If only people knew
How much faith caught the attention
Of those watching from higher
Stations…

Some thought logic was the true sign
Of intelligence. HA! Logic was a
Bitter scheme of the mind to control
Things, it’s reasoning varied on every
World…and always depended on
Power. Ah, they never learn. Yes, chase
Logic…run round and round, build
Your sciences, chain nature…Faith
Was more pure and passionate, the
Rhythm of virtue and humanity…It
Knew only reason of the heart…
And was a mysterious as the Universe
Itself…there are vast clues there. It
Was much like art…inspired from
Ethereal forces…no reason, no logic…
It was born of mystery…That’s
Why such things are priceless.

As he sat calmly studying the
Data…he saw how the time passed
So quickly there…The time, the timing…
A different measure for the Watchers
Who exist outside of time.

Perhaps it was time again to chance
A brief interaction of inspiration. Sure,
He was plainly bored…It was not
A devious scheme, only a notion…
A random guess. He studied the
Lands very quickly, then rolled his
Finger around and fell to point it
Down upon an old Britain…They
Had such a charming language that
Danced through his ears…words that
Truly intrigued his mind. The
Composition of words to communicate
Is fascinating…because so few
Communicate very well.

Varence slowed down the data stream
For closer examination…In mortal terms
He slowed his view of time to one we
Understood…to minutes, hours, days…
Ah, a voice caught his ears…of a
Writer, poet, aspiring play write…
A William…

Without much though he froze the
Data stream to a snail’s pace…
Mortal time…And listened closely to the
Writer’s mind and the poetic verses that
Ambled through it and struggled there.
The man was very wordy and troubled.
But still creative, and thus receptive.
Perfect! The ideal choice for a dream
To be delivered.

Varence took one of the astral crystals,
Placed it on the panel for sending and
Receiving…and summoned this writer
As he slept to the Bridge to stand
Before him in a dreamy state…

Varence sat tall and proud, still dressed
In robes…The drape Ceres had covered
Him with not long ago…to them…He
Appeared quite the sight to this mortal
Man of old Earth…Powerfully built,
Fearless looking, of pale complexion
And an expression of calm amusement.

Camlo was there, his blond associate
Sat stunned at his station in his blue
Uniform as their new visitor appeared
Very shaken. Camlo of course said nothing.

“Where am I?” Asked the man. “What
Is this?”

“You are very interesting.” Varence said
To the man in a tone that was
Mighty and confident; the perfect
Immortal tone. “Your work, your words,
You render them well.”

The man hesitated. He was dreaming, yes?
“Who?” He was nervous to speak, and
Could only take in the strange surroundings.
The sparkling lights of the panels of
The bridge seemed like a magical place.

“It’s a dream you are having,”
Varence assured him, “Rest easy, it
Is just a dream of your Mid-Summer…
It means nothing…”

“Who?” The man wondered with fantastic
Awe as he looked around.

“Ah yes, names amuse you…” Varence
Felt very bored but riddlesome…he
Needed a touch of humor. “I am Oberon,
Lord of the Faire…”

Camlo’s eyes nearly burst. Had he heard
That right?

“The Fair Folk of the Woods?” The man
Asked. “The fairies and nymphs of
Legends old…exist?”

Varence gestured with wide eyes. ‘Here
I sit…You see me…I am as real
As you believe…Whatever your eyes
And ears tell you, that is what I am.”

“Lord Oberon…” the man weakly
Repeated…humbled, fearful, totally in awe.

Camlo was so shocked he could not move.

“Your words and mind amuse me”
Varence said.

“I amuse you?” The man asked.

“Yet you struggle to write down what
You feel…” Varence studied him with
The brave ego of something beyond even
His imagination. “Your words carry
Across many ears…Stop worrying so much
What people think…write it down…Be
Brave, you inspire, so be it and inspire.
Give them something to chase and
Believe in.”

“But I…” The man was just overwhelmed.

“Political unrest and scandals are
Ceaseless…They never change the world.”
Varence told him with a proud tone.
“When art is brave with love it
Has power…it speaks to the heart
And puts courage there.” He leaned
Forward giving the imposing presence
Of something masterful. “Give them
Magic…Tell them tales of Lord
Oberon…Your Kings and Queens
Have no power over me…I watch
Them be born, I watch them die…
Their castles and kingdoms do not
Impress me.”

The man was at a loss of words. “Sir?
Lord?”

“Take this dream I offer you and
Give them Magic…” Varence went on
Dramatically. “Inspire…Test and
Tempt their faith and love…And
Give them Magic. Your world has no
Power over me…I could bend and
Break your world if I desired it so.
Impress me…”

“But lord I am a mere player of words.”
The man pleaded. “I—“

“See this dream as chance,” Varence
Of Oberon imposed upon him with such
A mighty presence it was fantastic, “Life,
The life you live is a game. Rules
Weigh down your reasons…You dare to
Entertain the crown? The crowds? Your
Words put more in their minds than
You know…set yourself free and write
It down…Ages will live upon your pages,
Generations will thrive on what you
Dare to do and others not…Tell them
Of Lord Oberon and shake the foundations
Of their belief…and build dreams.”

The man was at a loss of words…Was
He hearing right? This Lord of the Faere,
Of Magic lore was putting faith in…him?

Just then, from a distance an absent
Ceres was returning to her station on the
Bridge. She had been making a call
Home to her sister when she was struck
By the strangest sensation…a new presence
Among them? She approached the bridge
Slowly catching the echo of the
Conversation on the bridge…What was that
Scoundrel up to now?

“Now listen to me,” Oberon said to the man,
“You are a true master of words, ears
Listen to you, minds dream with the pictures
You paint. But your world is locked in a
Pitiful embrace of ignorance…Limitations
And crude concepts. They chase ideas but
Never manifest the magic. They are but
Puppets to the crowns that keeps them…
Politics…how boring. They dream and
Waste their time not living, not doing…
Throwing tantrums over nothing…idle
Chatter, gossip…preaching…adoring, what?
Themselves? They fight over nothing…
You entertain children. Inspire them with
Magic and turn them into men. Write
About Goddesses and Muses and make
The little girls into women…”

The man was clearly confused, but
Intrigues. “Lord?”

“These children of your world wouldn’t
Know a real woman if they saw one.”
Oberon went on like a grand orator; while
Camlo sat stunned with his jaw wide
Open. “Now…let me tell you about
A true woman…A woman of true
Power and Grace, a Goddess of Nature
Whose beauty shines everlasting above
And through the stars and the sun and
The moon …A woman of wisdom and
Splendor, divine of virtue that could
Charm the wildest wicked beast with
Her song and charms…A TITAN…A
Woman so strong no one dare challenge
Her…All of Nature bows before her,
The Fierce Lions arte cubs to her, the
Mighty bears her little babes…let me
Tell you of this Goddess…this TITAN…
My—“

Just then Ceres entered the bridge to a
Scene which left her stunned. There
Was a man in a nightshirt standing
In a Circle of Light before her scheming
Coworker…The fool was filling
His head with some terrific game!

But the man’s eyes fell upon her
And went so wide they nearly popped
From his skull. There stood the most
Beautiful, perfect vision her had ever
Seen, nothing could compare to her,
NOTHING! He moaned with awe…and
Some mortal lust.

Varence followed his eyes and
Turned to see Ceres standing there in her
Red dress and flaming wavy golden hair…
A vision…with the expression of
Scorned rage. “This is my—“

“TIT…ania…” The man weakly
Moaned with hungry eyes.

Ceres immediately sensed the man’s
Roaming eyes and childish hormonal
Thoughts upon her and was DISGUSTED.

“No, no” Varence attempted to
Correct the man’s careless slip of the
Tongue. “This is—“

“The Fairest of the Faere, a Queen
Suitable to Lord Oberon!” The man
Exclaimed.

Ceres gasped and blinked at the words.
“What did he say?”

“The Magnificent Oberon and his Fair
Titania!” The man declared, the sight
Of her filled his head with boundless
Ideas…most dreamy adolescents
Could identify with this.

“Oberon?” Ceres repeated. “Lord Oberon?”

“Have you come to serve your Lord
Fairest Queen?” The man humbly asked.

“Serve?” Ceres repeated with revulsion,
She sensed exactly what he meant
And her stomach turned. She then
Walked slowly into the room…Very
Sultry and frothing with the anger
Of a Tempest. “What has the Lord
Oberon been minding?”

“I am Puck.” Camlo chimed in. “The
Satyr of the Woods…”

“Ah of course attending the Lord’s
Whims.” Ceres nodded as she stood
Beside the throne to eye the scoundrel
Down.

“Now this is not as it appears.” Varence
Said somewhat shyly.

“There’s no need for words.” Ceres
Beamed dramatically. “The Lord is
Graced with brilliance, he knows all
And sees all…The Master of Time
And Fate…Oberon is the great bearer
Of words to the Fortunate Few,
Brave hearts needing his guidance.
The wisest of men are but cheats
And fools by comparison…For Oberon
Is grander than all the stars in the
Night sky, and I wake but to
Take in the breath of Oberon…To
Take in his essence, his charms and
Everlasting glow…The God over mere
Men…So fair and handsome no
Words have been made to reflect
His eternal overbearing presence…To
Call him a mere man is but an
Insult…for Oberon…” She played with
Her hair and really played it up. “Delight
Me with words my Lord, thy Grace
And Grandeur gives me life to live…
For I could not exist without Oberon,
I could not see, nor hear, nor feel, nor
Touch without Oberon…Why the
Sight of him fills me with such warmth…
It BURNS…My eyes look upon
Him…and they are on FIRE…”

The man twitched with delight as
He listened to her… “Ah, My Lord…
The Fair Titania adores you…You
Are the Most Fortunate Lord to have
Such a Queen adore you!”

A silent pause. Varence eyed Ceres
And saw no adoration in her eyes, but
Instead an inferno of concealed rage.
“Those words I believe are said
In haste…” He nodded playfully. “Perhaps
You should return now to your slumber
And consider what I have said…write…
Inspire…”

“Great Lord Oberon I am forever
Humbled,” the man humbly said, “Oh
Fair Titania…No vision will ever
Compare—“

Varence cut him off there and sent the
Man back to his bed sound and safe
Asleep…Where he would dream the
Dream of dreams!

Silence…Tension filled the bridge.

“Oberon?” Ceres simply asked.

“Now Ceres…” He tried to say.

“Oberon?” She repeated.

“And I am Puck.” Camlo quietly
Added.

“Ceres I was attempting—“ Varence
Tried to explain…

“A great talking Phallus!” Ceres
Shouted. “That is precisely what
You are!”

“May I explain?” He begged.

“Can you? Should you? Do you know
How?” Ceres scolded. “The Phallus
Speaks words of reason?”

“Ceres, please…” He said…

“Phallus, please…” She replied.

“Ceres…”

“Phallus…” She only recoiled.

“Ceres!” He returned.

“Phallus!” She said louder.

“Ceres!” He yelled.

“Phallus!” She shouted. “A great
Giant talking Phallus!”

“Ceres!” He groaned.

“Phallus.” She growled.

“Will you please stop calling me that!”
He yelled.

“Could I? Should I?” Ceres said
As she turned and spun about, then
Looked down at her chest. “Do
Breasts have words also?”

“Ceres!” Varence shouted.

“Phallus!” She shouted back.

“That is not what I intended,”
He defended, “I said TITAN…
I was trying to employ the inspiration
Of a great woman…”

“That is not what he saw,” she
Growled, “These imps and their
Hormones do not think clearly…
Their minds are tainted always…
PHALLUS!”

“Ceres!” He begged.

“Phallus!” She yelled.

“Ceres, please!” He begged.

She turned to bitterly walk away.
“Phallus’s do not apologize…
They rise and fall.” She paused
To stare him down. “You rose…
Now fall…The next time you
Talk about me to anyone I will be
There to make things quite clear.”

Varence rolled his eyes then stroked
His hand over his face fretting
Over consequences…she was furious.
“Is there nothing I can say now?”

“How much more can a Phallus speak?”
She asked. Then she walked away
Before he could answer.

And now, the final words for now…
“You see…she is a Titan, no Titania
There ever was…” Varence said calmly
With the pen on paper here. “But more
Importantly read and deliver this
Message to the eyes and ears…
We were here long before the
First King that ever was…And
Will be long after the last one…
A moment for us…is what for you?
Who sees more? If there was a
Game to play who would win?”

“Mountains will move.” Ceres added
Fast… “This time…Christmas is
In the spring…” She smiled wide.

Valiant

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 25FEB2017

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (25 February 2017) 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 Dreamflight 18FEB2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (18 February 2017) 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…The Legends…Oasis…

*SONG* “It Might Be You” performed by Stephen Bishop; Written by David Grusin; from the movie “Tootsie”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILbe2DAs39M

The Blinding light of the White Wall…
Must keep going, no matter what
You have to keep going.

The fever, the need, can’t stop,
Born long ago, must keep going.
The Mission Imprinted from the Great Hall,
They will always try to stop you, distract you,
So ignore them, and keep going.
Remember Our Ambitious Hope, our gift
And you will be rewarded…

From The Box…the lines and light
They speak in pictures and words now,
Their message and power will only get stronger…
The Legends of Old Never Die…
They may however change
When Darkness rises to challenge
In that the Strongest legends also challenge.
Until the Victory Trumpet Sounds…
They take many forms this way to
Send the message…

3 Kings, Gods to Mortal Men rise
In the Darkest Hour to Defeat the Challenge.
Until Proper Balance is restored…
The First lay asleep waiting For the Call
Vishnu…To Send the First Message…
The Second, Odin…Ancient and Known
To the Tribes of the Danu…
Will bring the Age of Fire and Ice…
Ragnarok…during which the Foundations
Of the Earth will Shake, Scheming
Cities break…then the Age of Ice to Follow…
The Third, and Final…A God known only
To the Red Man…Whose Tribes have yet
To Unite…Known only to The Dreamer,
In Dream Time…where Eagles fly in
The land of the Big Sky…will call the Final
Battle Cry known to the World…
The Last Legend…the Last Look…
And the Final Days of this modern
World shall end…And the beginning then…
The Dawn of A New Era shall begin…
The Era of Peace…and Goodwill…

And this is how things will begin again…
With stories around campfires…with simple
Times and simple pleasures…So that
Nature’s song can sing to restore itself
Calmly, quietly…and bloom rejuvenated,
Reborn the way it always should have
Been…That’s the way it has to be,
It’s the way it was meant to be.

The White Wall…The Box, then becomes
The Circle of Light…and they come.

Forms build and become clear in vision,
To the left in the chair he sits. Varence
Looks very calm, sitting nobly with Ceres
Beside him, also calmly to the right.
She’s beautiful and so radiant, almost
Glowing with a smile on her lips and
And in her eyes. They’re so calm, that’s
The most striking thing…and they’re
Both smiling at me.

“How are you?” Varence asked, his face
And expression was so gentle…and he
Laughed when I wrote that.

“Fine. I guess.”

“Really?” He asked with concern.

Their manner and expression was confusing.
There was no riddle in his face, no
Challenge or sarcasm about them. They
Were simply sincere and calm, that was
Sure different. “Tired, but fine yes. Why?
Why are you both looking at me that
Way…” I paused noting this strange
Hole-like crack in the floor to the right.
“What happened to the floor?”

They eyed each other with some amusement
In their expression. “There was a slight…
Problem…but it’s fine now.” He took
A quiet breath. “How are you really?” He
Asked again.

“Fine. I told you. Why are you asking?
Why are you looking at me that way?
You never ask me how I am, you always
Launch into your dialogue.”

“Things are going to change,” he said, “I…
We, want you to be well.”

“I’m fine…But what happened to the floor?”

“Brishan was angry and was throwing
Things.” Ceres smiled at me then at
Varence; she never did that so calmly
Before.

“Angry at me?”

“No, no,” Varence said fast. “Not at you.”

“At the situation.” Ceres said carefully.

“What situation? You mean with
The planet—“

Varence held up his hand fast, but kindly.
“No…” He smiled, he was so calm and
Not sarcastic at all, this was weird.
“We have been talking here how to handle
This…”

“Handle what? You are making me nervous.”

“The tests are over, Bill.” He said so
Calmly. “The way we do this now must
Change.”

“What tests?”

“On you.” He said.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

“He’s talking about the mission…The
144 from the Great Hall…and what
Was asked of them, of you.” Ceres said.

“What tests?”

“I just want you to know…we could not
Be more pleased.” He turned to her
For an agreeable nod. “We never expected…”

“What? Never expected what?”

“The candidates were selected carefully
For specific qualities.” He explained.
“It is not easy task. Most succumb
To some wayward fantasy to do it…
You simply did the job, are doing it
Quite well…actually better than expected.
Better than any of the others.”

“That’s good then, right?”

“That’s better than good.” He nodded
So calmly, they both were so calm; and
Getting along—which he laughed at
When I wrote it down. “It’s excellent,
It’s better than excellent.”

“So what is this some kind of
Evaluation?”

“Not at all.” He said, looking to her
For help.

“We did not expect to find what we
Found in you.” She simply said. “It
Has…shocked a lot of us.”

“But I just wrote what you told me?”

“What is the White Wall?” He asked
Carefully.

A bit nervous. “The explosion of the
Sun from the dream.”

He leaned forward, suddenly I felt five
Years old. “It is not a dream.”

“Of course it is.”

“It’s a memory.” He said carefully.

“No it’s just part of what you
Wanted me to write…from the Box,
From opening the Box.”

He spoke very carefully. “Do you know
Why we are doing this…right here?”

“To help things…and shut the Men
In Black up…and make them and
Others stop bothering me.”

They laughed together. “Every so often,
In time measured different to us…I
Broke the rules…Ceres was directly opposed
Of course…But I broke the rules and
Chose someone to…pass words on to…
To help move the world in the right direction.”

“Alright, I figured that…”

“But that light, what you call the Box,”
He went on, “that the Angel put in your
Head…Now that, that is something
Quite special. We have never done that
Before…interacted with the light…”

“But in the stories you did encounter
It in others…on the other worlds
You said others have it too.”

“But we have never talked to it.”
He said carefully. “We study it that
Is all…We suspected, we hoped that
One of you might have it…And we
Have been trying to figure out why
He…they…put it in your head.”

“He has doubts.” Ceres interjected.

“No I debated.” He turned to her. “It
Took me a little while…”

“A little while?” She laughed. “If you
Had not asked me…”

“Ceres helped me to see it in you.” He
Explained.

“Tell him,” she said, “They told
You to.”

“In your time it took me years,” he
Smiled. “It took her 5 minutes.”

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re
Telling me this.”

“The weak give up, give in…They
Throw tantrums and complain for
Help…The strong keep going…They
Find ways to make it work…Do
You see my point?” He asked.

“I think so.”

“We have no time for tantrums. They
Are where they are supposed to be…
That is everywhere…” He gestured wide.
“You will find whining and tantrums
Everywhere…They never go anywhere.
The smart ones find ways to make
It work. The stories we ask you to
Share are not made up…They
Are selected to teach and inspire…
How do they make you feel?”

“Better…Stronger.”

“Do you see?” He smiled. “That
Is the right thing to say. The wrong
Thing…the wrong ones complain
And throw tantrums and ask endless
Questions…Ignore them.” He smiled
And looked around. “All of the
Candidates are…quiet thinkers…”

“So is that the message this time then,”
I asked, “Why you offer these stories
And messages.”

“No,” he went on politely. “But we
Will get to that in a moment…I am
Trying to elaborate because we know
You get asked many questions…The
Answers they seek are there for them,
They just have to be open on where to look.
They just may not always like
The answers. We have our sources
Of the outcome, we always try
To aim for the best possible outcome…”

“He means now of course,” Ceres
Corrected him, “Before we were not allowed
To interfere…since the rebellion. In
Many ways we still have rules to follow.”

“The most important thing to remember is
It is not always about the Earth.” Varence
Went on politely. He was so polite this
Time it was almost mind boggling. He
Smiled as I wrote that observation. “Please
Just know…we will try to be kinder…
For you…especially since our last talk.
Many here were quite impressed by that.
It has changed things for us.”

“Finally.” Ceres seemed to groan with
A smile.

“So here’s where we get to the point,
The message if you will…And I
Was encouraged to tell you this way…”

“Very insistently,” Ceres nodded, “He
Was ordered. Clearly told.”

“To say we do appreciate your effort
Greatly regardless how it is received…”
He went on with a gentle smile. It was
Very comforting actually. “How it is
Received is regardless…As I have told
You many times, they can choose to
Take this any way they wish. As mere
Words, riddles, rhymes…and cryptic
Ramblings,” he laughed, “They may
Take it any way they wish. No one
Is forced to believe anything…Throughout
History ANYWHERE…people will believe
What they will…

“Again, not just Earth, the same is true
Anywhere, everywhere. In some places
On some worlds Earth is a myth…
Freedom is a myth…Some will call us
Gods, others will call us entities…”
He laughed at Ceres then. “That is
Quite amusing…Some do enjoy that
Interpretation.”

“The analysis and wit some have
Amazes me.” Ceres rolled her eyes.

“But…by far,” Varence nodded, “most
Can tell, can feel it in the words you
Write, or they should anyway…
They can feel there is more going on
Here…something very real and
Poignant and meaningful…That this
Is not just some story, just words on
Paper…or as some view it on a screen.”

“Ah the great thinkers,” Ceres said,
Shaking her head. “With animals it is
Far easier, more pure…Their language is
Honest and innocent. There is no pretending.
They just know…Remember that when
It comes to the whales. You will know
What I mean by that one day.”

Varence leaned forward, his elbows
On his knees, hands folded almost
As if in prayer beneath his chin
As he watched me write. “We just
Would like to be careful with you right
Now…That’s why we seem…kinder,”
He said with thoughtful wider eyes.
“We are still discussing last time…It
Was a revelation for us.”

“And shocking.” Ceres added kindly, her
Expression so soft…This was very new
For me with them, especially how well
They were getting along. “Oh that will
Change,” she laughed at my written
Words, “Believe me, my patience will
Vanish with him soon enough.”

“The point…” Varence resumed more
Firmly, yet still kindly… “We wanted
To show you that we do care about you…
That we do have hearts, despite what
Some may insist…This is not an arrogant
Approach…By far what we have learned
Through the ages that the best
Way for people to learn…to be
Receptive…and more importantly to
Remember, is through stories.

“So yes, I will offer this plainly
To the eyes, ears and hearts and minds…
There are struggles to come…but, let
Them ask themselves, haven’t there
Always been? What was the best they
Ever felt than when they accomplished
It themselves…Gifts are wonderful, but
When regarding important matters…
Gifts are seldom appreciated…And very
Immediately are soon followed by more
Requests and less self reliance.

“To aid a troubled soul is grand, but
To do it often creates a crippled
Self confidence and is quite debilitating,
Even harmful. Dark powers work
This way…by rescuing to cripple
Their prey…and encourage dependence.
We offer stories to teach, to share, to
Learn; to move, to breathe, to think,
To feel…and information that can
Help at the right time.”

“Yeah and some of them are stories
Of my own,” I told them, “personal,
Not made up.”

“And we are grateful for that, we are,”
Varence went on sitting up straight.
“We learn from them too. But you also
Must remember your other teacher, you
Call him the Little Old Asian Man…he
Started, set you on this path to help you…
You had to do it, I do think you see
That now.”

“I guess, yes I do.”

“Good,” he nodded once, then went on.
“This is a collaboration. And no we are
Not slaves to these Men in Black, nor
Will we take orders from them. We are
Here to help YOU…and hopefully…
We can only hope…inspire and help
Others too. Many more read this than
You know…And I would like to
Extend my gratitude towards them
For considering the words I share
With you, and the stories we’ve told you…
Some of which you have told…Others
Still to come.”

“I still have no idea how to put some
Of those other stories into words!
They are Epic!”

“In due time,” Varence nodded with
A gentle tilt of his head to the side. “In
Due time you will know how. For now,
Please, take your time…I realize, we
Realize, the Box pushes you…But please
Take your time…Someone will always
Be here for you…And be quite sure,
There for you too if needed…If they
Cross a line…You know what I mean.

“But as a means of a break or
Intermission rather in the intensity
Of what is going on, I am going to
Tell a rather short but very
Important story…It’s more than a
Story…And I believe it will tell
Many people what they want to
Know…in a very satisfying way.

“This is about something that is called
The Oasis…I believe that is translated
Correctly?” He thought to himself
Quickly. “Yes, Oasis…Do you remember
The dream you had about the Great
Hall…What she told you about dreams
And imagination?”

“Yes,” I told him fast. “Of course. How
Could I forget. Those words haunt me.”

“Good, excellent.” He said. “Because that
Is important…We have seen people try
To push their way into your life?”

“Yes, for as long as I can remember. It’s
Disturbing. I don’t know why they do that.
I’m not sure if I want to know.”

He looked at Ceres, who listened calmly
And patiently, then back to me. “We
Would like to explain to you about the
Hidden Oasis…This will help you and
Others too.

“In the schemes of how life exists in
The Universe, in all Universes…There is a
Constant quest for answers by troubled
Souls…They are unhappy with their life
So quite often they attach themselves
Onto others…to find their way. Because
They don’t know how. Yes, it can be
Very disturbing…but most do not realize
They are doing it…They mistake it as
A soul mate connection. It is not.

“It’s a coping mechanism. But here’s
Something important to know…Do you
Remember how She told you nothing is
Made up? That somehow someway it
Does exist? That is why it is so
Important to focus on good things, positive
Things…because you draw these to you.

“We believe others sense that in your
Work that is why they are drawn to it.
And they throw tantrums when they
Cannot manipulate it.

“We are not here to take orders, you know
That…only help…But, for those searching
That can’t find what they are looking
For…tell them to meditate on the
Hidden Oasis…It’s a sanctuary place…
Something other Watchers have taught
Some others…” He laughed. “Yes, on other
Worlds some have intervened this way as
Well, through inspiration…in a world’s
Works of art and literature.

“There are different forms of the Oasis…
It depends on the soul searching for it…
With time and patience and practice
They can find it…Tell them to use
Their meditation techniques, or if they
Can’t do that…then use their imaginations
To rise upwards…Picture a long road…
That they must travel…And on this
Road, along the way as they travel it
They pass the trials of their life…
Pass them by, observe them and let them
Go and move onward…calmly walking
The road…until they pass these trials
And the road becomes empty…
Completely empty…And once they have
Traveled long enough along the
Barren road…and their past is far
Behind them…they will encounter
Odd things…it will be completely
Different for everyone…These are tests
To see if they have truly let go of
The burdens they carry…

“That part is tricky, it is a game of
Riddles and lies some will not like…it is
A reflection…forcing themselves to see who
They are…If successful they will see
To move onward…Again along a long
Barren stretch of road. This could
Be very long and timely…it depends
On the person. Patience is the greatest
Gift and test of time and virtue you
Know…

“The Universe knows how to guide a
Person…If they come upon a place where
It is everything they ever wanted,
And it is all adoration…That is ego…
But if they come upon a place strange
And new…full of wonder that is
The correct road. It is not about being
Told you are special…It is simply about
Peace…About the willingness to learn
And accept and move on…A resting
Place…It is not a place to find power,
It is not about that at all. It’s merely
And simply about finding a safe resting
Place for the troubled soul where no one
Can harm them. Ask the willing to try
This exercise…and see if it helps them.
They may find more peace than they
Know…”

“Is it that simple?” I asked. “Is
That all there is?”

“Is that all there is?” Varence laughed.
“No. Is it that simpler? Everything
Takes practice…There is a lot of trouble
In your world…And believe it or not
The primary cause is the self destructive
Mind…The fear of change, the past,
The present, the future…The greatest
Fear is the fear of self, of who they
Are…This is just a means of help.

“We don’t want you to be burdened by
Constantly worrying what others think…
Nor anyone else…You have things to
Do…as do they…We are trying to be
Fair.”

“Is that all the Oasis is, a meditation
Place then?” I asked.

He looked down a bit solemnly before
Finding the words. “There are many
Types of Hidden Oasis…But I
Am speaking of a helpful way to find
Peace of mind…

“But there are also sanctuaries of
Lost souls that have suffered…where
Souls go to heal after some horrific
Death…” He smiled kindly. “Some
Souls are born over and over again
To learn…others to heal. It varies.”

“We learn that in school when we are
Young.” Ceres said then, smiling kindly.
“Teachings vary with studies, but
Some things are considered basic.”

“Bluntly stated,” Varence said more
Comically. “We are sharing this to
Help get some of that trouble off your
Back.” They laughed. “Ask them to
Meditate or use their imaginations a
While.” They paused briefly watching
Me. “This is not helpful to you?”

“No, I will write it. You know I will.”

“You want to give them a little
Something more?” Varence smiled.
“Things will calm down in the world, Bill.
Give it time…change is inevitable…

“But if the eyes and ears must have
Something more satisfying to digest…
We do have people there…we have
For months…When the universe is at
Risk we cannot sit casually by…
The sake of all worlds matters
More than just one…But you must
Know…The right people are in the
Right places…and more will be soon to
Follow. If they thought they were
Seeing shocking changes recently, just
Wait…Bigger are coming…They
Have to. And they will soon forget
About the immediate ones.

“They really do need to focus more on
Managing their experiments more
Responsibly…or they will explode
In their faces you know. But
Eventually everyone will benefit
From these changes.”

“I’m just tired of all the arguing,
No one listens, they argue.”

“No, they’re just saying they want
The other person to get hurt, not them.”
He smiled. “Look at history…Has this
Debate ever been different?”

“Is that all there is right now?”

“There is nothing I could say or tell that
Would solve the world’s problems…other
Than what I have told you.” He said.
“The weak always whine, complain
And throw tantrums…The smart ones
Make things work. There are always
Opportunities, always.”

“Brishan said it last time,” Ceres
Said very seriously. “We are not
Going to let anyone harm you.”

“That’s what scares me.”

“Why?” She asked.

“I don’t know it just does.”

“Why don’t you relax…” Varence smiled.
“Next time…we will share stories…”

“I would like to hear this Oberon
Story?” I asked.

Varence tilted his head and pinched
His eyes. “Oh…”

“I think that’s appropriate.” Ceres
Laughed. She held her head low so
That her eyes glared a wild smile
Above her grin. “As you wish…Make
Some more wishes…And trust me,
Try not to worry so much…Believe
Good things are just beginning
For you…What they’ve seen
So far is only the beginning.
Wait till they see what comes
Next…Mountains will move.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=68564

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 11FEB2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (11 February 2017) 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 Wrath of Angels…and Falling Stars…

*SONG* “Right Here” by Van Halen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCcLNmOpN3A

The search that eyes quest for never ends,
The mind is the machine that the
Soul compels to move…
No one stares upwards into an empty
Black night sky…They look for the
Stars…and the light that shines from
Them. The mystic journey of the stars
To each their own has a different answer
For…faith will call it Heaven, soul searching,
While the scientist will simply call it
By logical means astronomy.

When life begins in birth most everyone
Will call it a miracle. And when it ends
Many will agree it is a mysterious
Departure…Faith and science will
Again explain it two different ways…
The point is…who would you rather
Sit next to on this ride…for companionship
Conversation or to find answers…

It’s time to make a choice and stand
By it…Think about it.

Heavenly bodies move, there are many
Explanations for that…
Yet omens remain constant for
The vigilant soul searching mystic.
Send me a sign from above…
Pray, in faith and dreams, see a shooting
Star and make a wish.
See a falling star and catch your
Breath…A day of reckoning may be
At hand. The legends ages old calls
The falling star an omen…now pay
Attention. The sky is falling when
Shooting stars and falling stars
Are seen or ancestors would say.
True or false? Regardless pro or con
Big things come to pass when the
Stars move…They always do.
No matter what you decide to believe
It’s fine, you know why? Because it
Happens anyway. Logic is just an
Explanation to give you a sense of
Control in a universe without limits…
Logic has all the strength of the
Moment…to appease fear, but faith
Can move mountains. Faith will
Keep you alive, it will keep a fire
Burning in your soul indefinitely.
What fuel and fire does logic bring?

The cascade of light comes slow
In a slow steadfast rhythm…The
Circle of Light calls, it’s time to write
Again…But the box has power this
Time, it burns…commanding,
Demanding…too much going on…
Things better settle down.

Radiant and bright, the Circle of Light
Falls still…shimmering. And there he
Steps into it, cautious this time, maybe
With less control than before.
Varence stands tall and strong despite
The caution in his eyes. “There’s
Something different about you this time…”

“I’m writing just like normal…”

There she steps into the light beside him
To join him. She’s elegant, she’s a glamorous
Statue of virtue and lady love wonder… “I
Told you, you pressed him too hard asking
Too many questions…” Ceres says turning
Sarcastically toward him. “Are you satisfied
Now? You cannot play with that light,
You press the wrong button and you
Risk reckless things…”

Varence remains cool and calm. “I will speak
Respectfully, this I promise.”

Ceres crossed her arms, stared at him with
An arched brow and tried not to laugh. “Do
You even know what that word means?
Promise? To hold your tongue and ego
In mannered control…When have you ever
Managed that? When you were asleep
And dreaming?” she snapped her fingers
With a short laugh. “Oh that’s right,
You save dreams for sport and more
Daring chances…isn’t that true?”

“Ceres.” He said sternly, begging her with
A serious tone. “Please.”

“What have you to say this time? What
Is the message?”

They seemed a little shocked by my question.
Varence took a step closer and kindly
Said, “There is something different in you
This time…”

“The world is noisy, it’s aggravating. There’s
Too much noise. I need more peace and quiet.”

“No, that’s not it.” He said fast. “Something
Happened…”

“Your bold questioning pushed too much.” Ceres
Said, mocking him. “I told you not to
Push things. It’s always your insistent timing.”

“You looked strained.” Varence kept watching
Me write… “Not calm but…”

“Just tell me what to write.”

He paused, blinked hard a few times then turned
To her. “Do you see it?”

Ceres moved closer, kindly…studying. “It’s
More than that…something.”

“Something attacked me while I was sleeping
Last night…It held me down, or tried to.” I
Told them. “I threw it off…Then it happened
Again and again…3 times. Each time
Stronger. And each time the box opened and
Threw it off. It was like it was…”

“What?” Varence asked carefully.

“Testing me. Deliberately antagonizing the light.”

“I see.” He nodded once then withdrew
To think silently on it.

“That’s all you have to say?” Ceres said
To him sharply. “Where is your high-standing
Response?”

“Matters press. Much concerns me right
Now.” He said.

“Another genius response!” She snapped at him,
Then turned to me very carefully. “What is
It that bothers you most?”

“That the box keeps opening so much.
It scares me to open it so often. My
Head hurts. You need to take more
Action to solve things.” I wanted to
Scream. “The world is full of maniacs
Throwing tantrums.”

“That is supposed to happen.” Varence
Said, holding up that strange book from
Before…He waved it at me.

“That book again!” Ceres exclaimed.
“What is that, your guide book now?”

“What is it?”

“It’s called ‘The Hour Glass.’” He said
With that mysterious smile. “It is a
Bit of a relic…but very potent for
Recent and upcoming things.”

“More cryptic words…Why not just tell me.”

Again they went wide-eyed at my attitude.

“He is not as timid with you.” Ceres said,
Holding her chin up and posture
Taller. “I like him this way.”

“Is there something you wish to say?”
Varence asked.

“Yes, there’s something I wish to say.” I told
Them. “You keep insisting my life will get
Easier? All that keeps happening is the box
Keeps opening…And when it does
Things happen…My mind fills with new
Information whether I want it or not.
The world gets louder and I want
Peace…The light will make it happen if
Pressed too much or fast. Does your book
Have an explanation for that?”

He held it up to me, opened it then showed
A random section of its interior… “Do
You see?” He asked, showing me the
Pages. “It is blank.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It was a gift from the Star elder.” Varence
Said. “Well somewhat of a gift…I
Borrowed it.”

“Borrowed?” Ceres scoffed in disbelief. “You
Stole it you mean! How? When?”

“I did not steal anything.” He insisted. “It
Was given to me upon my return. The book
Is bound with magic and paper
From the Seers’ Shrines. It is a book
For vision quests…a guide to the stars…
Used in difficult times to find answers
When none can be found of good sense.”

“Well make it work then.” I told him.
“I need peace…The box is filling my
Head…the images and feelings, it’s
Too much…so much…”

Varence looked into the book then as
Words began to appear. “Ah,
Here the words come. It must be
Your presence…”

“Joy…”

“Time entrusts the chosen with tests
To make them stronger.” He said slowly;
He knew instantly
I wasn’t thrilled.

“Guiding words?” I laughed. “More schemes
To tease me? I’ll tell you things then…

“The world is full of analysts…oh how
Fun, I’ve heard it ever since I
Was little…You know what? Here are
Some words for you…

“When terrorists enlist activists
To demonstrate protests they
Call THAT criminal…
When protests are political
They call THAT justice…Where is
The sense in that? I’ll tell you where,
No where!

“Now, I agreed to help. Yes, of course. But…
I tell you these Mr. Men in Black are
Annoying…They antagonize these public
Scenarios to manipulate control.
Well they better shut them up
And start undoing some of this damage
Or there just may be an event soon
To come to give the world something to
Really think about!”

“Oh?” Varence toyed…but seemed
Oddly pleased.

“You’re playing games here, aren’t you?”
Ceres asked as she took another step
Closer to me protectively. “You keep
Pushing and playing…watch it
Explode.”

“I would never do such a thing.” He smiled.

“No,” she said. “Of course not…Your
Games are obvious in doubt…To tease
Greater thoughts to be born. We are NOT
Hearing gifts in your words…only agony…” She
Turned back to me. “Ask me then, ask
Me a question and I will help you.”

Varence paused briefly watching me then,
“Your eyes,” he nodded then pointed,
“Look at them…”

Ceres looked fast then went wide-eyed and
Met Varence’s face with shock.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Go,” he urged fast, “Go and look in
The mirror at them…They’re glowing.”

Pause for a moment.
I did as he ordered and checked the mirror
Then returned to the pen and notebook.

“Well?” He asked plainly.

“My eyes…they’re changing color again…”

“Ah, but we see them glow.” He said
Cautiously. “We see more than you, we
See the glow…”

“I don’t want this! Make it stop! You
Keep pushing for it to open, just like they
Do!”

“The time is now,” Varence simply said. “You’ve
Been fighting it for too long. How long do you
Think you can avoid it, fight it? What
Must happen will…”

“Just make it stop!”

Ceres turned to him with a growling expression.
“You don’t know what you are pushing
Here! You just want to see what will
Happen. But you don’t know!” She turned
Back to me. “Just ask, ask me the
Questions you need to, I won’t play games
As he does.”

The box, the box, it’s always about the box…
Make it happen, try harder. “I told you,
You need to stop those experiments with
The atomic power.”

“And just what are we supposed to do with
All these sub atomic particles made with
Your science? Stick in some safe little box,”
He teased, “Just tote them conveniently
Away to spare some reckless disaster?
It’s that simple?”

“You’re supposed to be the advanced beings,
You figure it out!”

“Saviors don’t always just suddenly appear
To save the doomed.” Varence replied
With irritation. “At no price? With no
Lesson? No sacrifice?”

Ceres grew angry. “Water, Bill.” She said
Fast to me. “Tell them…water. The answer
Lies there.”

“You speak too fast.” Varence said angrily.

“You do NOT know what you are playing
With!” She shouted back at him.

“They do NOT retreat this way.” He yelled,
Waving that book about. “Answers without
Lessons?”

“Just who do you think you are talking to?”
She grew angrier. “Do I need your instruction?
This is not a toy of theirs!”

Their fighting only made the tension worse…
The light, the heat…the tension. Hostile
Words were here, there and everywhere. There
Was no escaping them. There was no pause
Or easy button.

The world swayed and the Circle of Light
Became white flashes. Their voices became
Like distant cries, I heard them but they
Felt far away…he said, she said…words
Words…Water? What did she mean?

“What is happening?” His face was a
Stretched blur…his voice more tense.

“I told you.” Her voice echoed.

The light…The box was alive always now,
With the lines inside it racing and
Spinning like a wild rollercoaster faster
And faster. Words came forth to command.
I’m sick of this! I want peace and
Silence!

“What?” Varence echoed. “What is he
Doing?”

“Just shut your mouth!” She yelled at him,
Her voice echoing in an ever growing hazy
Circle…She stepped closer and kneeled
Kindly. “Can you hear me?” Another
Echo…

Echoes…voices, faces of blur and blinding
Light. “Don’t do it.” An echo of Julie.
“Don’t open it.” Too late.

Ripples in the water…The Hour Glass. A
Mystics hand pouring sand from the
Sacred chalice into the watching pool…
The waters of sight and divination. The
Waters of Intuition.

An echo… “Cast it out. Don’t deny it and
Become one with it…Embrace it with
Inner peace and you will understand…Then
It will come.”

Eyes open. Golden…Blazen…undeniable…
Oneness…The White Wall…

Her echo. “Can you hear me?”

Vishnu rise to claim your seat. Send
Them a message…If they want to whine
And throw tantrums…you know what to do.
Vishnu hear me…send them a message.

Echoes…Voices from the Circle. A White Wall.
“Water…” She echoed. “Tell them, water.”
Echoes…The White Wall…

“The cubes are coming, descending on the
Planet. They have taken all of your
Farthest outposts.”

Unknown…The White Wall. Modify linguistics,
Phrasing. Modify, English. Bring it to now.

Readouts. Panels. “What are you doing?” The
Voice, the echo of the Father, the King, the
Commander. “There is no time!”

The White Wall. Flashes. Panels. Controls.

His face, Verge…brother, “They will
Descend upon the southern continents…The
Cubes will take the people before we can
Move. We will have no chance nor time
To get the fleet out. The planet will fall.”

“No, no, no there has to be a way!”
The White Wall. Flashes. Panels. Faces.
Controls. The light. “I have the coordinates.”

“You chance our fate on that light in
Your head?” Of Verge, brother. “The felt
Will fall, we have to get our people out.”

“We need a diversion. A tactical play
To distract them. Fleets depart for
The 5 galaxies and to the 7 sisters…
The charts. Habitable solar systems out
Of reach of the Empire.”

“They are chance wastelands.” Verge, of
Brother. “We need to aim further out,
Planets suitable farther out of reach
From the Empire.”

“There isn’t time. Only the 5 galaxies…
The Seven Sisters…” Modify linguistics.
“The Pleiades…The new home…”
The White Wall…Plot coordinates…
They cannot see, they do not know…
“Take the First Fleet to Pegasus…
The Second farther out to the Seven
Sisters…The Third Fleet we will use
As a distraction…And fly them into
The sun to burn those devils out. It
Will buy us enough time.”

“That is a suicide mission!” Verge, of
Brother. “Who will be fool enough to
Fly that Fleet into the sun?”

“I will. I will use myself as bait
To distract them. They want the
Information…They want the light. They
Will not be able to resist. They will forget
About the other ships and pursue…Then
You can get the children out…The
Families out…It is the only way…”

The White Wall…The light has come
Before. Has been here before. It knows
The way. It is the only way…
Pause. Vishnu will deliver a message…

The White Wall. Ripples in the water…
“Load the ships,” the voice of the King,
Of the father, the commander, “5 hours…
We have 5 hours to get the people out
At Safe distance…if the plan is going
To work.”

“It will work…Volte, Verge and I will
Lead the third fleet…load the cargo of
The lead ships with atomic weapons, our
Strongest reactors…The rest with livestock…
To fool their sensors with life signs…
Then we will fly them into the sun. The
Sun should take the detonation into
Supernova…That should wipe out the
Invading Fleet of the Empire and give you
And the colony ships time to escape,
Time to flee to the outer rim then on
To Pegasus, the Seven Sisters…and any
Suitable solar systems you may find.”

The Father’s face was cold, yet full of regret
And agony… “You…will…die…”

No thinking. No thoughts, no hesitation.
“It is our greatest ambitious option…
The only way to flee, escape…and strike
At the Empire at the same time.”

“It will take them years to recover from
The loss.” Verge, the voice of brother said.
“Their strongest invasion force is on their
Way…There is no hope otherwise.”

No time to hesitate. “We must go now.”

His face was pale and empty. No words
For feelings. Could there be words? “Go.
Have it done.” The feeling was in his
Eyes…No words further said.

The White Wall…Echoes of voices.
Her voice, his voice.

Racing. To see the floor, the hands,
Panting heavy breath. Strange gauntlets
High of arm. Gold?
Walking, racing, feet with strange boots
On a shiny dark marble-like floor.
Through the high and wide arched
Hallways of the palace, home…Racing
Through the corridors. Everyone is gone,
It’s empty now. The evacuation to the
Fleet, the colony ships.

Thoughts are hindered and abrupt, fear
And panic…The beating, pulsing of the
Heart. To the royal terrace on the
Highest floor, up the steps…through
The archway…it opens to the terrace,
The spectacular city view. Pause at the
Archway to see up, the columns lining
The wide round platform to a lavender
Blue sky…3 moons. I see 3 moons?
The first, the greatest, is green. A green
Moon? Marvelous! The second a pale
Shade of blue…The third shaded
Crescent, also blue…The King’s moon,
The farthest outpost…color bursts there…
Explosions…The Empire’s invasion fleet
Has reached the King’s moon! Time is
Short, must hurry, must go now.

Fear and racing heart, the final hours.
Eyes span the terrace for her, she’s
Waiting as she said she would. Feet
Move and take me there to her by
The railing. Tall and curvy, slender, long
Pale very straight hair. She’s
Staring up at the moons. She’s sharp
And fast, turns quick to see me. Her
Eyes are open like sapphires…born of blue the
Sea, the stars and the moon, she loved
That song.

“The Empire has reached the King’s moon.”
She says.

“I know, it’s too fast.” Sweating, breathing
Hard and fast, afraid. “You are leaving?
You will go with the children’s ship? The
King’s lead ship?” Words are stupid now.

“Of course. I said I would.” She’s lying.
I see it in her eyes. Pretending with a
Smile, her beautiful face…long pink
Gown, white cloak…She wore it on purpose,
A memory play, a dance. She’s wearing
A pink diamond, that one too! She’s
Making it impossible!

“You will go then?” There’s no time!
Words are pointless now. “I have to go!”

“I know. I said I would.” She simply
Smiled. She’s impossible! That’s not Fair!
“Go…Just go…”

No touch, no words, nothing…just an
Image, the picture to imprint the mind,
A vision. Deliberately impossible!

“Go.” She said. She’s lying with her eyes.
That’s not fair! She’s impossible!
No words. I’m not saying anything.
One last look…then turn and run,
Run to not think. Don’t stop moving,
Just keep going. You always have to
Keep going.

She turned slowly to stare back at
The moons. She never left. She’s such
A liar! Why did she have to lie like that?
She never left! She stayed right there
The whole time! I’m not thinking about
It. She’s impossible! That’s not fair!
She never left! She stayed right there
The whole time! The whole time! She
Saw it happen! That’s not fair! She
Did it on purpose! On purpose!

The White Wall…The ship, the run, the
Time…minutes, hours? Does it matter?
The 1st and 2nd Fleets split…3rd
Hovered last distracting the cubes…
I got them, their greedy sensors caught
Me. Of course. They couldn’t pass that
Up. Snake’s tongues always sense you
That way, so good at that. Sweet
Mercy and a prayer, catch me, catch
Me…

One manned vessel in the front…Drones
In the rear…They think they’re chasing
Ships of flesh, full of flesh…atomic
Detonators stupid. Verge of course is
Showing off flying in sideways spirals,
Faking them for a troubled ship.
Of course he would. But thank you,
You have to smile at that. Always
One last show.

The blinding light of the sun. The
White Wall…It hurts to think…
The face is wet, eyes wet…everything
Is blurry and hot, so hot. Humming
And smiling…It doesn’t bother me at
All, not one bit…Just follow me you
Greedy disgusting…

The White Wall…The last thought…
Why did she have to lie like that?
She’s impossible! But she sang to
Me…Her voice. It’s always about
The music…The music does it every
Time. Now…FAST AND HARD…
Accelerate. Everything’s shaking. Eyes
Too wet and blurry to see…just hold
ON tight and press forward. Just keep
Going, you always have to keep going
No matter what. Ignore distractions
And give it all you got, and just keep
Going…

The White Wall…Ripples in the water…
Then everything slows down…

Echoes… “Just don’t open that box,
Don’t do it.” Said Julie.

“You’re always smiling…You smile all
The time!”

“You said you were going to help me!”
Bobby threw the book at me! Ouch!

“Can someone help me please?”

“Oh God, Bill, you make me feel so
Good right now. I wish I could take
You home with me.”

Stop saying that!

“Can I talk to you for a little white?
Can you just sit with me…I can’t
Do this anymore. Just sit with me,
Please?”
Jeff, please don’t ask me to do that.
I can’t do that. God!

“Bill don’t forget me. Please don’t forget
Me?” Kathy said in the clouds.
Stop it! You people are driving me nuts!

The White Wall. The ripples in the water…
Water…She said the answer is in the
Water? Change your perspective. The
Equations are wrong.

The Circle of Light…

Echoes of it all, echoes.

The eyes see…Ceres, tears streaming
Down her face. Why is she crying?
Varence looks numb, white… “Why is
She crying?” I asked him.

He breathed very calmly. “We’ve been
Waiting to hear that for a very, very
Long time…”

“What?”
A chair just flew right through
The Circle of Light. That was a chair,
At least I think?
Brishan stormed into the light, his face
Full of rage. He looks really pissed off!
“Kill anyone that comes near him!”
He yelled, he roared. He pointed, “Ceres,
Sing him to sleep…”

And she sang the sweetest song…It was
So nice…WOW.

Valiant

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 4FEB2017

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (4 February 2017) 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.