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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39 comments on “Valiant: Knock Knock…The Watchers…The Wrath of Angels…and Falling Stars…

  1. “VERGE” I SEE VALIANT’S PAINTING …FIRST TIME…I FEEL DIZZY…THE ROOM SPINS…I AM SPINNING…THEN THE PICTURE BEGINS TO SPEAK TO ME…VERGE SPEAKS TO ME…”HE PUT YOU UNDER A SPELL…HE PUT A SPELL ON YOU…HE TOOK YOU FROM ME”…I’M… FALLING???… OR IS HE FLYING AWAY FROM ME? I REACH FOR HIM…AND THE SPACE BETWEEN US BECOMES A CHASM…VERGE…MY BROTHER…”ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRES IN THE DARK”… I COULDN’T SPEAK OF THIS… UNTIL NOW…MISSION POSSIBLE…MISSION ACCOMPLISHED…EAZQRTLZ20462Q…SECRET SAFE!

  2. Thank you Valiant, just grateful for all that you do for all of us now, as well as your sacrifice for all those you loved and wanted to keep safe, then. This one was powerful, emotionally electrifying. When I got up from my chair after reading it yesterday, I could barely stand, my legs were like jell-o. I’m still stunned. I had wondered if you were him….their brother…..who in delivering the dark kind to their fiery conclusion…..you liberated so many of your precious family. Who still exist, and come to us, to this very day. Now I have hope…..and my faith is really beginning to be restored. Now they will hopefully care more about you, and take care of you better, and truly try to make your life easier. So much that Apollo sees…..I pray he sees the way to make things right (to help us help too!)….for you……for all of the Royal family and all the Watchers on Tellus….and all the Worlds…..praying for all the Beings who have tried so hard to fight for what is right and true and good. I pray for all of them who interact with you, Valiant, that we will find the way to rectify this situation…..I pray quickly.

    That is such an incredible story. I’m sorry for the toll it’s taken on you, though. Please feel better soon. Prayers and wishes for peace to envelope you, Bill. You got a whole lot out there for everyone to digest. Hopefully it’s begun a cathartic process of healing…..for all parties concerned.

    Thank you Lida….for your support in so many ways…especially for being there for your dear son.

    Love,
    Barb

  3. Too emotional to speak….I cannot thank you the precious ONES enough….I regret that I seem still in some dormant state, quite insufficient. How much I loathe myself for my stagnancy, without saying offering anything positive as a tribute. In such mood, circumstances, I would rather just share what’s brought to me today, as they seem not a mere coincidence.

    First, it’s a series impressive pictures shared by “you are another me!”
    http://you-are-another-me.tumblr.com/

    This one had been seen a little bit prior to Valiant’s latest post.

    The lecture of Yog……

    Today, I saw a series of pictures of birds which look so….remarkable, again, Toucan, however, I’ve never known this kind of name, Keel-billed Toucan.
    Keel-billed Toucan | Costa Rica by Petr Bambousek
    Source: creatures-alive.tumblr.com

    That author shared a series of birds whose names have that term….To me such a non-native speaker, it feels so eccentric….

    Blue Waxbill female by Chris van Wyk
    Source: creatures-alive.tumblr.com


    Keel-billed Motmot by Juan Carlos Vindas http://ift.tt/Pg3NYF
    Source: creatures-alive.tumblr.com

    Then it’s one kind of birds which has always urged me to know more. I didn’t try to know their CN name until today, whether good tidings bird or sea parrot. The first one might rather JP.

    Puffins on Machias Seal Island by Jerry Motter
    Source: creatures-alive.tumblr.com

    All these seem to resonate, even in syn with Magenta Pixie’s latest videos.

  4. An angel….who happened to bring me this, sharing with me the new inner martial arts that she just learned….Fortunately, I found some English presentation.
    http://viewofchina.com/modern-chinese-hermits/

    This Monk, the school, the Mt, the cave, the sea, the direction sound…
    http://viewofchina.com/modern-chinese-hermits/
    Mt. Zhongnan, literally, finishing/terminating in the South, though is in fact located in the very center of the empire.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhongnan_Mountains

    • I was just falling to the very abyss of depression and the very sadness for various kinds of past tragical loss. Then again, this video from you was brought in….appeasing, comforting, reminding……How can I thank you enough for…..

  5. That story Valiant just told was particularly intense for me. It’s been 3 days now and I am still focused so much on it, and on the whole story that is unfolding. Bill, you are truly a gifted person, and it’s nice to be getting to know you. Thank you for sharing with everyone the way you do, as only you can do it. Wishing you greater and greater peace, in more of your everyday life. Prayers for your wellbeing, and for all who are out there looking out for your wellbeing too…your family, Lida your mom and Lida your sister, your father, your friends, all of your family and friends who are not from earth, too…I keep you all in my prayers, now. May we all witness more revelations, more truth revealed, with peace for all who have suffered, and given…so much.

    If I could give my wish to Brishan, just wishing upon a star (family!) here myself. I would wish for peace of the lasting sort to fill all of our hearts….no matter where we are….no matter who we are….no matter what we are like. For Magic~Mystery~Mastery of the Material Course Coarse Material….to come into being…..for our Divine Source to come home (to our heart!) to rule the roost(er)….may kindness rule…and may the meek/humble/selfless ones….rule the earth and all worlds like ours. What if it is up to us to WISH and to DREAM and IMAGINE…..a new and better world/s….galaxy…universe….cosmos…..and thereby become co-creators with God (in us). I’m just praying that our best selves…comes forward….one day/moment at a Time.

  6. Thank you for the beautiful pictures Feilla. I love Puffins! Thank you Barb for your beautiful words…reminded me of a song I found the other day. I didn’t know that SEAL did a full version of it. The song coincided with a dream I had that morning about Bill and stars. This was the opening song to “The 10th Kingdom” a mini series that was on television back in the 90’s.

  7. Good morning! Robin, that is so cool, thank you! I’ll watch the video to listen to that song, sounds wonderful. I’d originally written more in my post, but I didn’t want to come off sounding overly religious/preachy. I really would love for a magical kingdom, a real one, not a Disneyesque one.

    Feilla, you add so much beauty and joy to this wonderful “home” in cyberspace (thank you so much Troy dreamwalker444!!!). You may not think you are doing as much as you could, and I understand that “held back” feeling….but you truly bless me all the time with every little bit that you do share, Feilla. Thank you. You big-time enriched my understanding, and I have studied these things for many years, with the mysterious Irish-Celtic (alternate/truer) history lesson, all those secrets!!! Coming out now into plain sight, all thanks to the internet!!!

    Robin, I won ticket to see Yes and Styx perform at Meadowbrook in Laconia, NH a few years ago…..they were AWESOME!!!!! Love Will Find A Way….YES….it will!!!! Where’s there’s a will (for Love) there’s a WAY!!!!

    I’m going out to breakfast with my husband, my mother and her boyfriend. Speaking of love finding a way, he was her first real true love, as high school sweethearts in the early 60’s. She couldn’t marry him, her mother disapproved of the relationship and so she never allowed anything to come of it. He went to Viet Nam. He wrote letters to my mother faithfully, which she never received any of them, because her mother kept them from her. So my mother married the man who became my father, in 1964. A year later I was born in November 1965. Two more children came. It was 26 years later that my mother divorced my father, for not being compatible. She fell in love with my stepfather and was with him for 19 years, he died a year and 1 day after my grandmother died. I’m going to leave out the heartbreak of how he died. My mother asked me to look up on the internet to see if she could find her first love (even though she knew all his relatives, even watched the children of his great-nephew, who was her second husband’s grandson. Yeah, it’s complicated. LOL Anyway, he was living in the town next to my mother, so she called and they talked for hours. They dated, and then a few months later he moved in with my mother. They had not seen each other except for once at a funeral, in about, um, 40 years? He’s been living with my mother ever since, about 11 years now. It is strange how things turn out…..Love WILL Find A Way….YES! My father had almost the same thing happen, he ended up with one of his high school classmates after 50 years, riding on the reunion float with her in the Alumni Parade. He spent a very happy last 3 years of his life with her at his side, until my father passed away 4 years ago Sometimes things come full circle. I think Valiant knows a little about that….and will be showing us the power of love….always finding a way.

    • What a wonderful LOVE STORY! Thanks Barb! 🙂 ❤

      Regarding this week's post…I'm sure she had her reasons for staying behind. "IT WAS THE ONLY WAY…TO KEEP THE SECRET SAFE". She's here now.

  8. I had a 3 dark cubes vision once! It was during the years I was actively channeling Peter & Gabriel. I had this vision, I’m trying to remember the circumstances more clearly, it may have been shown to me while I was doing one of my rare phone call channeling (I did a lot of readings back then for internet acquaintances, all free, around 2002-2007), for one of my closest friends at the time. She had a strong connection with Mary Magdalene. I saw this vision of a night sky and there were 3 black cubes in view, they seemed to be twirling but not going forward or backward. They were not good at all, in fact the information I heard about them was these cubes were pure evil. I also heard something that helped me to not be afraid of them. What I heard was to see them, really look at them. I saw how they were just hanging there, solitary, blacker than black, 3 cubes, against the backdrop of the Milky Way Galaxy. I was asked by spirit to observe what was powering them, what were they connected to? I could see nothing, just the cubes, in “empty space”, nothing was going to or from them, no visible power source, without a Source (Life/Light) to feed them energy.

    I have never had any insights into cubes in outer space, that are pure evil, and are disconnected from a Divine Energy (Spirit) Source. So WOW. I love how the puzzle pieces start fitting better, the more I read of Valiant! Also it seems to help to actively be engaged? I remember Varence and Ceres have mentioned the importance of all of us telling our stories, too? Thank you very much Bill for sharing what you did, and in so much detail. You helped make sense of a very obscure reading I’d given years ago! This is such a strange and very interesting time and place to be in…right here. I am in very good company….FINALLY!!!

    Grand Funk Railroad I’m your Captain/Closer to Home — always loved that song, Robin! It just reminds me of the adventures of our “ship” of life, for sure. I always hear that song from the level of my soul, it just speaks about all the trips we’ve been on together, and the captain of our soul/train/ship, is leading us on these journeys.

    She’s here now….I think so, too. As close as….a family tree.

    I really hope everyone is doing marvelous.

  9. I guess these stories might evoke more or less some memories among the resonated/resonating ones, no matter how blurred they might sense like. The aftereffects should even not only last, but keep escalating. I’ve always wonder how the watchers sense and feel in the circumstances when they might even once be the very protagonists, or even just merely being watchers behind some non-involving line, which kind of moods or idea do they have ? Though I’ve never experienced this kind of literal war in this life time, I’ve always known that the life that a whole family can live together in spite of the financial or any kind of difficulty, it’s in fact still some kind of very rare and precious happiness, if they are aware of this….For this is the ultimate dream for the ones who are suffering the separation caused by wars. All my life, I’m used to dream of wars, escaping the hunting by the authorities, being separated from family. I’ve lived alone for more then ten years abroad. In the beginning, it’s for escaping the very unhappy even tragical family life.

    So, dear Barb, I cannot thank you enough for this super sweet and uplifting story of/about love. A kind of sense that I’ve had all my life, though it might be a very personal bias, that this kind of ROMANTIC style love story is rather even almost exclusively Western type. Why? My own sense & interpretation are….our culture is used to be over dominated by the hypocritical literati family value, and political rightness. The event below might help to have a glance at how my this interpretation can anyhow make it sense, for they want to and are supposed to show themselves via their writings as the very decent (aka serious, respectable) ones.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classical_Prose_Movement

    It’s my own sense that we generally feel embarrassed to read as speaking out, so reading a poems with voices is just hard to be linked up with something romantic. However, in Western world, at least in films that I’ve ever watched, they just sound so beautiful. Reading out together, it feels exactly like dance together?! This might be not fair to the Orientals, as in my own case, it feels like this…the more remote and exotic ones feel somehow more dreamy and romantic. Saying this, something just occurred to m that if this is the case…..would the stories beyond earth would be more romantic than the terrestrial kinds??? Valiant should be the one who knows much better?!!! After reading this story, I’ve been wondering why that blue-eyed lady would rather stay???

    Dear Robin, how adorable you are as it’s you who are helping retouching this story, making it more vivid, more close to us!!! It’s so fun to be able to put ourselves in the star stories, however, I can imagine being the ones, how bitter it would feel like.

    Dear Sister P, God, I still cannot skip over my expression of gratitude and appreciation to you.

    For in my mind, I’m indeed used to have such an incredible aspiration to have, even to meet again my (older) brothers, this story about the brothers, Valiant, Volte, Verge, Brishan and their father somehow is much more than striking. Here, my highest homage, appreciation and gratitude to these valiant ones. Brishan’s being as always seem to just have some very unexplainable magical power, calm, invincible, and tender !!!

    Dear Lionman Elder, God, being home after a very long absence, I should just realize there should be so many lions forged as the very guardian power in metaphysical sense in this city. You are so missed all the times !!!

    Again, some desserts here for sweetening the hearts….as they may resonate with the Love Stories about HEARTS & STARS, looking so sweet, but acid as well…

    Plum & Pluot Pie For One 
https://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/adventures-in-cooking-4108711/plum-pluot-pie-for-one-4578701086

    For bringing some comfort….

    Horse Love by Angyalosi Beáta on yourshot.nationalgeographic.com
    
source : mysleepykisser-with-feelings-hid
    poster’s note :
    …i really like how sincerely they look at each other.
    Editor’s Note:
    “Beautiful image. Love the symmetry and the tender moment. The eyes are what make this photo special. It helps us understand how the animals feel emotion.“

  10. As I just heard that the wall there is getting higher and higher, this is really luxurious for me to be able to post video. Here, a scene and a song happen to pop in and resonate well with these stories, also for strengthening or faith……

    “The Rose”

    Some say love, it is a river
    That drowns the tender reed.
    Some say love, it is a razor
    That leaves your soul to bleed.
    Some say love, it is a hunger,
    An endless aching need.
    I say love, it is a flower,
    And you its only seed.

    It’s the heart afraid of breaking
    That never learns to dance.
    It’s the dream afraid of waking
    That never takes the chance.
    It’s the one who won’t be taken,
    Who cannot seem to give,
    And the soul afraid of dyin’
    That never learns to live.

    When the night has been too lonely
    And the road has been too long,
    And you think that love is only
    For the lucky and the strong,
    Just remember in the winter
    Far beneath the bitter snows
    Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
    In the spring becomes the rose.

  11. OXYTOCIN–THE CUDDLE OR BONDING HORMONE OR THE LOVE HORMONE

    OXYTOCIN

    This hormone release can help to enable sleep. Breastfeeding soon after birth increases the mother’s oxytocin levels, making her uterus contract more quickly and reducing bleeding. Pitocin, a synthetic hormone used to make the uterus contract during and after labour, is structurally modelled on oxytocin.

    Oxytocin is also known as the ‘cuddle chemical’.

    It is also often referred to as the ‘trust hormone’ and has been linked with treatments of people with social and mood disorders.

    Oxytocin is produced by women during pregnancy, birth and in the production of milk for breastfeeding.

    Researchers claim the hormone may have a profound impact on how infants interact.

    The chemical could also be used to treat developmental disorders such as autism.

    15:21 MARK OF VIDEO–OXYTOCIN SAME AS ABOVE —-GOOD FOR THE YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE

    WHAT REALLY HELPS IN CHURCH IS THE MUSIC NOT THE SERMON MUSIC AT HOME IS GREAT ALSO

    4:50 MARK ALSO EXPLAINS MUSIC ON OR TO THE HEART
    9:26 MARK—OXYTOCIN
    THE “LOVE” HORMONE

  12. BELOW VIDEO__IS ALICE RETURNING TO THIS EARTH IN THE VERY SOON TIME TO EXPLAIN THINGS AND AS “TANGIBLE PROOF POSITIVE” OFF WITH HER HEAD HAS MEANING BUT JUST AS IN THIS VIDEO BELOW___SHE WILL BE PROTECTED– BUT WHO EXACTLY IS ALICE????

    THIS TIME SHE WILL NOT COME IN THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOW!!!!!!!

    TOOK THE PILL??WAS THAT THE “RED” HEART PILL???

    WHEN ALICE REAPPEARS ___THE QUESTION WILL BE

    WAS HER PERSONALITY RE-INSTATED? OR IN OTHER WORDS THE “PERSONAL” ALICE____
    WILL THIS BE REINCARNATED AS USUALLY TAKES PLACE IN THE NEXT REALM?????????

    DOES ABOVE VIDEO POSTED BY FEILLA HAVE EVEN MORE MEANING???

    WHO IS THE BEAST AND WHO IS THE “BEAUTY”

    DOES BELOW VIDEO EXPLAIN WHO ALICE IS OR MAY BE????: ALONG WITH HER TRUSTED PARTNER OF COURSE!!!

    • AMAZING…THANKS DAVE ❤

      SO…"THE OLD MAN" IS "JOHN"…AFTER ALL…NOTICE ALL THOSE COMMERCIALS??? ALICE IS HERE…"EVEN THOUGH THE OLD MAN SAYS I HAVE A FOOLS PLAN…" "MIDAS IS KING…HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT…AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHT…" FOR I AM "GREATLY BELOVED" OF MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER"…KEEP YOUR ANIMALS INDOORS…SHE IS COLD…IN HER PURSUIT… THE LIGHT HAS AWAKENED HER…SHE COMES LOOKING FOR YOU NOW…"YOUNGER BROTHER"…CAN YOU MEET HER CHALLENGE?

  13. DRAGONS ARE PROTECTORS OF HUMANITY. DRAGONS WILL SACRIFICE THEMSELVES FOR THE BENEFIT OF HUMANITY. “THIS IS A GIFT…IT COMES WITH A PRICE.” DRAGONS OFTEN COME AS HUMANS…AS WOMEN. “Oh, the Pale Morning SINGS of FORGOTTEN things…She sings a song for those who wish to overlook, the fact that they’ve been BLIND LEADERS…” “Oh, Pale Shadow…of a WOMAN. Oh PALE SHADOW…She’s A DRAGON”! PULL YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR EARS AND REMOVE THE SCALES FROM YOUR EYES! SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR US ALL! SHE’S HERE NOW…MUST SHE SACRIFICE HERSELF AGAIN??? IS THAT WHAT YOU ALL WANT? WILL SHE BE REMEMBERED THIS TIME?

    WHO IS THIS???! WHO FLIES SO HIGH…ABOVE THE EARTH ON PURPLE SKY???

    IF YOU ARE THE SON OF THE EVENING, VALIANT…PROVE IT! NOW I’M BEING “IMPOSSIBLE”!!!

  14. WANT TO WISH EVERYONE ON THIS SITE POSTING OR OTHERWISE __THE BEST OF LUCK. ALL ARE TREASURED— THIS SONG BELOW IS MY PERSONAL GOODBYE UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.

    THIS WILL BRING UNWANTED PRESSURE ON MYSELF TO POST AGAIN BUT HOPEFULLY WILL NOT.

    I BELIEVE WITH ALL MY HEART THAT THINGS ARE ABOUT TO CHANGE AND WILL BE POSITIVE FOR MANY THAT WILL GO BACK TO THINKING WITH THEIR HEART!!!!
    ALSO PROOF POSITIVE IS VERY CLOSE.

    ALSO WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE SAME MANNER AS THIS VIDEO WAS 40 YEARS AGO

    BEGINNING AT THE 2:54 MARK THE MESSAGE VERY MUCH APPLIES TO THE CURRENT TIMES____SHORT TIME___PERHAPS TWO TO THREE YEARS {BASHAR VIDEO AS IN THE FALL OF 2016 EVERYTHING CHANGE} ___IS MY UNDERSTANDING FROM THE ONE WITHIN THIS IS HOW IT WILL BE ANNOUNCED AND WILL NOT BE BY AN ALIEN PER SE.___ BUT BROADCASTS WILL BE INTERRUPTED IN MUCH THE SAME MANNER FOR THE “GOOD” OF THE WHOLE. FITS THE “HOPI” PROPHECY.

    • Well Dave a big heartfelt thanks to you for all your contributions, ideas and insight. There’s no pressure… we are all just a thought away. And the joke of that song is… it’s not goodbye… just a temporary change in scenery. So take it easy my friend… stop by any time you wish… and keep spreading that awesome light of yours around the planet. It is closer than you think! 😀 😀 😀

    • Since my youtube become all blank again, I’m not sure if this one is of the song. I have never thought to have to get the translated version of the languages that I read but now….Thank you for your patience and clemency !!!

      “Time To Say Goodbye (English Version)” Lyrics

      Sarah Brightman

      When I am alone I sit and dream
      And when I dream the words are missing
      Yes I know that in a room so full of light
      That all the light is missing
      But I don’t see you with me, with me
      Close up the windows, bring the sun to my room
      Through the door you’ve opened
      Close inside of me the light you see
      that you met in the darkness

      Time to say goodbye
      Horizons are never far
      Would I have to find them alone
      without true light of my own with you
      I will go on ships over seas
      that I now know
      No, they don’t exist anymore
      It’s time to say goodbye

      When you were so far away
      I sit alone and dream of the horizon
      Then I know that you are here with me, with me
      Building bridges over land and sea
      Shine a blinding light for you and me
      To see, for us to be

      Time to say goodbye
      Horizons are never far
      Would I have to find them alone
      without true light of my own with you
      I will go on ships over seas
      that I now know
      No, they don’t exist anymore
      It’s time to say goodbye

      so with you I will go
      on ships over seas
      that I now know
      No, they don’t exist anymore
      It’s time to say goodbye

      so with you I will go…

      I love you

      source : http://www.letssingit.com/sarah-brightman-lyrics-time-to-say-goodbye-english-version-lgwh942

    • Oh by the way I read the Bashar announcement to mean the same as “why” we’re all here. The message WAS received in different ways… but it has yet to happen for others. Some by intuition, some by channeling, some by divining, and some through animal helpers. Others just by watching a movie. But the end of the path leads to the same place.

      There are differences in left/right sites but I can see that from all sites the “message” was received… there is a common understanding – even if we may be seeing the problem from different angles.

      As yet this seems like a fairly small portion of society, but my thinking is that many are simply ignoring the thing that is nagging them in the back of their heads… but it is there nonetheless… and it IS growing…. and there will be a tipping point…

  15. Thank you Dave, you have GREATLY enhanced my awareness from reading your posts. I may not have always understood and I’m sure I’ve been sorely lacking in expressing gratitude to you, but you have made this blog a bit more special to me thanks to your presence here. BTW, my mother’s middle name is Alice. 🙂 Take care on your continued journey, may you fly free and dream BIG! Just wanted you to know I saw and heard you, and I thank you. Godspeed.

    Love,
    Barb

  16. Wow….dear Dave….I just had a very strange dream before waking up. It felt so real that it’s hard to distinguish it from the realistic life, despite of my remnant fragmentary memory about it. Something which might be in the same thread regarding to what you were just reminding has obsessed me is the last episodes of the soap show series, LOST. It seems to have to do with rectifying somethings for getting to /materializing OUR wanted TIME LINE, HAPPY gathering.

    In that dreams, the ones seem to have belonged to different groups / origins, and had never known each other. They were guided by some invisible intelligence or something like that. I don’t know who I was in that plot, but felt myself quite vigilant and suspicious all along, since I came there alone and all the others who are involved in that event or action in fact don’t know each other well. Besides, in that action, they had to prevent from the awareness, hunt even interruption of the very malevolent ones. They just follow some voice, or even no voice, but an divine? instruction ? The location looks like an Agora and the ones were moving among the compartment made of well trimmed stones. The last scene looked so shocking and embracing, though I seemed to become rather an onlooker standing at the sidelines. Sorry for having to skip over these some very part, but refer the gathering of the ones who all dressed in close-fitting astronaut like suits, in white or blue, right IN FRONT OF A GATE, just like STAR GATE. They were all gathered there via the instruction of the non-physical guide or instructions, among them there were two…., for activating or opening the very long closed stargate ?!

    Reading Sandra Walter’s latest post, it’s…..again shocking.
    http://www.sandrawalter.com/february-gateway-utilizing-the-eclipses-dna-timleine-alignment/

    Strange that neither my gmail, nor youtube is accessible right now…Fortunately, I just watched the precious manuals that you had posted. Dear Dave & all, I have to say, realizing my eccentricity in others eyes, I’ve felt so hard to survive here, being the very minority, weak. Then reading the ones resonating ones who gather here, it not only just comforts me. Thinking of sharing this dream, I was trying to look for some other divine guide by chance, and here come the ones….

    A film, also adapted from the work of the very loved author which had just been referred.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_a_Wonderful_Life

    Some pictures given in syn might be shared as follows….


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    “La Star de toutes les Russies” ~ with Ozzy. © Ysambre fauntography 2017
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