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”

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

“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

“Handle what? You are making me nervous.”

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

“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

“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

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

“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?”


“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

“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

“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

“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

“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.”





  1. ” aka stage-like dress (of 17 or 18th century?) & makeup (white powder covered face along with white wig).”

    Feilla…such amazing synchronicity as I found this video in the wee hours of the morning…your galactic signature…White Mirror… a bit of a Wonderland theme as well…Also note the WHITE butterflies on the trees…symbolic of PURIFIED SOULS…

    Thanks Feilla, for the interesting link below…


  2. Many blessings prayed for you, dear Feilla, as you are embarking on a truly great journey into the next BEAUTIFUL phase of your life! Let your path unfold with the power of Spirit, that sees All clearly, to guide you. Feilla I see you bringing so much light to where you are going, and acknowledging the shadow/dark does not give it power, but the opposite, you shine the light upon it which dissipates it. Thank you and bless you so much for all the beauty and wondrousness that you weave into this intense place of Creation!

    I would write more if I had more time. I just wanted you to know I am thinking of you, and with you in Spirit.

    Love you,

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    God, my beloved ones, my tears are shedding when reading all these. How much I’ve been thinking to talking to you, however, I don’t know how much I can leave before moving into another realm where there is going to much higher fences than before.

    Thanks to Dreamwalker, Nando, Barb, Robin and Dave’s super lifting words, videos. I was just trying hard to digest before all these are still available for me. Dear ones who are rather in silence, I miss you, too. Brianna, I guess I know what you are working for with the very bravery and love. My best blessings to you for that golden goal. My best blessing to Valiant for recovering soon, to Stefan for a new incredible good change. This week, I don’t know why but recall quite much my friends from Germany. Terraseed, how are you, I somehow feel something, though my mind cannot be crystalline like clear to know. To the precious ones in the South semi-sphere, may you be fine, too…..

    As my time is final count down, I have to cut my words into short. Dear Robin, I didn’t see the term “Don Quiote” right above the lyrics, so feel so……..I don’t know how to put into words. That video of Patrice Chaplin, God, just like Johan Lamb that you had presented, it’s too precious to me !!! Then Dave just helps me to put all the fragmentary pieces into a relative bigger picture. As I’m used to get distracted, too distracted. Recently, the energy impact almost drives me nuts, I feel it’s so hard to concentrate, neither articulate, I even get to temperamental, almost totally losing my mind, getting exactly “insane.”

    Barb, again, your words are the very remedy to calm me down with the super magical green energy to appease. The scenes that I saw when reading your words always feel the ultimate happy home land with peace, fragrance of flowers and grass, even trees, warmth and telepathic understanding with animal family. How shy I’m, I did dare to hug trees…Trees as well mean so much to me.

    Thanks to Dreamwalker’s sharing, bringing Max’s messages. I’m going to talk something which may be somehow related. Dear Dave, I even once attached that text about Alice to my file, however, I didn’t read it thoroughly. This time, I dare not to say “literally thoroughly,” but just found again some very keys in synchronicity with my latest dreams, along with some very keys to untie my ties.
    Here, I would quote some here, as a note for this page of my life.


    Fear is a prevalent form of social control that is REALLY hard to break – even though, as Alice claims, they are ‘only a pack of cards’. The cardboard monarchy and their followers have one thing in common; they all belong to the same deck of cards, they all belong to the same group. Despite the king and queen being no different than their subjects, they abuse their power nonetheless.

    ‘Alice in Wonderland’ has a recurring metaphor: Alice going down the rabbit hole is a philosopher’s quest for true knowledge.

    Could it be that Wonderland is a world of philosophers? Can it be a world where one can go back to the ‘unmoulded’ brain of a child?

    In ‘Sophie’s World’ by Jostein Gaarder, the philosopher tells Sophie she must think like a child to be a true philosopher. Wonderland is the place to do this, to release your inhibitions, to release pre-conceptions of ideas and to start really questioning to gain true wisdom, true knowledge.

    In complete separation from the world of adults, one can begin the long journey to true knowledge.

    Wonderland is a place of madness. ‘We’re all mad here,’ states the Cheshire cat.


    Still need to address my very gratitude and appreciation to Dave, for that magical wisdom to draw me out of the very entangled dark energy mess.

    So here are my two dream logs.

    Feb. 18, 2017, Shamanistic Initiation or tests ?!

    It’s a very long time apart from the very shamanistic experience when meditation along with the precious ones. I was sitting on the back of a giant bird who looks like sparrow ?! She was carrying me to a land which looks like a big campus. When she carries me, there are other birds standing or flying along with us. They are quite intelligent even wise beings, well trained, in my sense, also my tutors. They know me so well and brought me to attend the various courses in different grounds, rooms in different seasons.

    Yes, it feels so interesting, so fun, so similar to Harry Potter’s magical school, though I’m really not a big fan of this series of novels or films, I cannot forget how warm, intimate, happy and safe when sitting on her back, carried, led by her. She felt like a female elder. At that moment, I could feel the temperature and humidity of the air, the fog. There was a moment when we were perching on one hill or housetop, waiting for the arriving of a group of teachers or parents in royal looking, aka stage-like dress (of 17 or 18th century?) & makeup (white powder covered face along with white wig). They were then installing on somewhere high, looking like standing on some top of wooden fences.

    Then I was laid down at the entrance of a building which is rather established with stones. This building looks so familiar that I seem to have frequented in other dreams. I’m not sure if it really has anything to do with Egypt, or the related pyramid chambers? There are some coffin or simple safcophagus-like compartments aligned against the rear wall, whereas the Canopic jars which contain the animal bodies, were set together closed to the door. There were some who just revive or rather awakened to stand up. Some of them seem quarreling on some plan or project, among whom there is one very impressive, a monkey or a baboon.
    My dream ended here with that token or baboon.

    Feb. 21, 2017, Scrambling for the steles

    This dream feels and looks like some very action film. Strange that I seemed a middle teenage girl in this plot with a strawberry blond horse-tail. The very story surrounding looking for the very steles which carried the very epigraphy. It’s like an adventure led by a senior or a female teacher, the only adult in this late-teenage girls team. The teacher had black hair, looking like South European or Latin American. We seemed inspired by some texts read in (senior high?) school.

    However, we were not the only group which has this interest or action to look for the steles. In contrast to us, the others are rather male adults among which most look like gangsters. Please don’t laugh, they were dressed rather in Western Cow-boy clothes with guns, various kinds of guns. Among them there were some who seem relative neutral, not good, neither bad. I once noticed one man and didn’t suspect him at all. This one is so impressive for he looked exactly the same as one of the best actor in the world, Daniel Day Louis. He was as well in cow-boy dressing along with that kind of hat and gun. His dress changed several times.

    When the teacher led us to some yard or grave at foot of a mountain in a church ?, we should discover those key-steles, held berried in the ground which looked like having suffered from earthquakes. More incredibly, I should be able to read the epigraphy in Latin. Then, quite unexpectedly, the men turned to hunt me, particularly that Daniel-like man. He not only wanted to get my interpretation of the codes but kill me.

    I woke up when he almost caught me when I was hiding into a toilet-like, very narrow broken compartment.The buildings there seemed to have suffered earthquakes or pretty violent gun fights.

    This dream felt so….trilling, so real, so strange, and so fun. Even after waking up, I feel like just playing in some virtual reality game or experiencing the very play of the role in a sci-fi action film.

    May these stories entertain you some or less, particularly Valiant. Here, thanks for Barb’s words to Valiant, on behalf of the tribe. He does endure so much. Besides, you know, that Purple, again, just resonates and reminds of that mysterious sister P. My best blessing to Valiant, Family Griffith, and all the Tribe !!!

    Thanks again to the sweet ones’s sharing, guiding, lifting….the video below are what I just happened to find and get so moved for the very synchronicity of divine lessons given to me!!!



    An echo to pay my homage and thanks to…

    To dream the impossible dream
    To fight the unbeatable foe
    To bear with unbearable sorrow
    To run where the brave dare not go

    To right the unrightable wrong
    To love pure and chaste from afar
    To try when your arms are too weary
    To reach the unreachable star

    This is my quest
    To follow that star
    No matter how hopeless
    No matter how far

    To fight for the right
    Without question or pause
    To be willing to march into Hell
    For a heavenly cause

    And I know if I’ll only be true
    To this glorious quest
    That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
    When I’m laid to my rest

    And the world will be better for this
    That one man, scorned and covered with scars
    Still strove with his last ounce of courage
    To reach the unreachable star

    My beloved ones, I need you all so to dream this impossible dream along with me !!!

    • source :

      Canopic jars :
      Hapi, the BABOON-headed god representing the NORTH, whose jar contained the lungs and was protected by the goddess Nephthys
      Since drowning was the form of death associated with the lungs, the deity gained the name GEESE, in reference to floating on WATER. The spelling of his name includes a hieroglyph which is thought to be connected with steering a BOAT, although its exact nature is not known. For this reason he was sometimes connected with NAVIGATION, although early references call him THE GREAT RUNNER, as below from Spell 521 of the Coffin Texts.

      You are the great runner; come, that you may join up my father N and not be far in this your name of Hapi, for you are the greatest of my children – so says Horus”[3]

      In Spell 151 of the Book of the Dead he is given the following words to say:

      I have come that I may be your protection, O N; I have knit together your head and your members, I have smitten your enemies beneath you, and I have given you your head forever.[4]

      As one of the four pillars of Shu and one of the four rudders of heaven he was associated with the North, and is specifically referenced as such in Spell 148 in the Book of the Dead.

  5. Bill, I am so glad the tests are done for you (and for all the candidates). I’m glad, relieved, hopeful and curious. Thank you for being willing to keep your promise to the angel. Thank you for enduring, may you receive comfort and support for everything you need, considering all that you have suffered. Thank you for incarnating here, now, with us. Nobody will have paradise, heaven on earth, unless earth does. I get what you have been saying, that what happens here, happens on “their” worlds, too. It’s a reciprocal measure thing, like karma, all reap what they’ve sowed.

    I asked P&G for a word for you today, for your next phase/leg of the journey. It made me laugh, hopefully you’ll appreciate this: *purplish*

    Purple, the violet ray, a quickening of your vibration perhaps?

    Love you,



      Enough to make me…CRAZY!

  6. That was awesome, thanks Robin! I loved what Patrice Chaplin had to say about the portal/wormhole in the Pyrenees, Rennes Le Chateau, and about portals in general. Very interesting. Good to know about how the preparation for the becoming initiates is so closely tied in with what Valiant expressed in the last post, from Varence, about the need to go to the Oasis, to prepare oneself. To revisit the past, to see yourself more clearly (see what you carried with you for baggage, that helped shaped you), and to bring out/amplify what we are, to make us more aware in our present, to help prepare us for what comes next. God in surround sound all around me, offering me guidance through any source, offering me consolation and comfort too. Yes I do need healing, those scars run deep. It’s not always easy to receive, but I know he (and God) sees what is needed, clearly sees all we’ve gone through, and why we went through it. We don’t always get what we want….but ultimately we get what we need.

    The Oasis is what I have always called a little spot on my land below the mountain. I was being funny calling it that, because it’s not a mirage, we sure don’t live in a desert. I’m not really too sure why I called it the Oasis, but it has real water flowing out of it, not a false evidence/image appearing real (FEAR). Usually an Oasis is symbolizing an unreal place that you seek/see, but don’t find. But here, at my home, my own Oasis is a part of the “back 10” acres, a mountain meadow, and we have a natural spring that bubbles up out of the ground, in the middle of what was once an old farm here, a cow pasture. My husband’s great great grandfather may have once farmed our land, we didn’t know that when we bought it in 1999, kind of neat to discover there are some possible connections. We have a couple very tall evergreen trees in the “Oasis”, otherwise it’s very wet, spongy to walk in there, there are some shrubs, wetlands type of plants nestled under those HUGE trees. The songbirds love those trees, as they flit from tree to tree traversing the meadow daily. The smaller hawks perch and catch the little meadow creatures I suppose. The broadwinged hawks take to the sky, they catch the thermals overhead when conditions are just right, soaring free, enjoying wherever the wind takes them. The water comes up from the Oasis, you can’t see the water on the north side of it, just right in the Oasis and bubbling down the south side. The water runs down into where our dug well is located, which is about 8 feet deep. The spring there becomes a tiny brook that runs into the little frog pond, that runs parallel but many feet below the level of the state highway road in front of our house. We have had a few wild ducks stop by there on their migration route over the years, it delights me every time I see them enjoying the frog pond! I can’t wait every spring for the little “peepers” to come out and start making beautiful music, they are tiny little tree frogs. Sometimes I’ll hear a grandfather bull frog down there. So many birds come through this little area, just past our side lawn that looks to the west from our house. There are all kinds of trees that grow in this wet area of our land, flowering bushes, we can’t walk through it at all, it is just too wet, so Nature has full control and it’s a little refuge of sorts, maybe two acres, only Wildlife allowed in there! I just love to look in and gaze with wonder at what Nature creates in this little watershed, which all originates in our little Oasis, as I call it. So I had to smile when I saw Varence’s suggestion, of where I should visit in my mind, and revisit all that I’ve seen and felt on my journey of life. Not to get too comfortable, have it too easy, have my ego be rewarded but kind of stuck in that comfort zone. I’m going on, to where I am continually being amazed and astounded, and to where my comfort zone is going to just keep getting larger! I’m just observing now where I’ve been, where I am, and God only knows where I am going to find myself/my awareness next.

    Once I was given a suggestion by my spirit friends to go talk with a tree, any tree, hug it if I wanted to. I’m not much of a tree hugger, but I have done it a few times, when instigated! At my home, on the edge of that wetland area, is a small maple tree that borders the front lawn. It’s part of a line of maple trees the previous landowner planted which were very small when we moved in, in 1999, quite large now! This one is the little maple tree I picked out, the closest one to the wet area. I think it’s smaller than the others from being in an area with wetter soil. So I chose that little tree (back then it was very tiny, you could easily touch its top) to talk with. I asked it if it wanted to talk with me. To my surprise and delight I heard, “yes!”. I asked what did it want me to know. It told me, “Love me, as I love you!”. That was its short and sweet message to me. I’ve remembered it always. I really appreciate all trees for the oxygen they provide for us. They give such nice helpful shade on hot days, they shelter so many birds and squirrels. Trees are very life affirming beings. Maples are especially sweet, just like their syrup. 🙂

    So back to today, that video of the lady who experienced and teaches about ports, helped put a few more puzzle pieces together. I had known for years of the Pyrenees being a very “special place”, because for me it is forever associated with the Atlanteans, where they went and took refuge after the deluge, which wiped out their homeland, an epic cataclysm. I know there’s a lot of secrets there, with the Basque, with language being a key to understanding true history. I love to learn but it rarely coalesces, it’s this amorpheous cloud of resonances. Just puzzle pieces, floating and going over my head, yet piercing my heart and soul. It’s like everything is starting to get louder and more insistent, time to wake up sleepy head. Going back to bed and ignoring everything is no longer working. I’ve been catching up,reading of Valiant posts from the early years, sequentially. I just reached one this morning from 2014, time to awaken the dreamers. I am thankful to Valiant for reinforcing and reinvigorating me. Better to focus on being my higher self, be on my best behavior, right now. Beauty is in the eyes of the Beholder.

    I really loved that video of the X singers, such love and beautiful voices, and I remember being just like that! So many years ago. Ah, Alex & Sierra, toxic, love that consumes/consummates, up in flames, rise like the phoenix, given beauty for our ashes.

    Good to see you sharing your spark again Dave. I watched that Enigma video. What an exciting time to be alive on earth. So much to take in….and to express…experience…expand!

    Hello Nando! Yes, absolutely agree, it’s very good for Bill to get a break. I hope he’s been feeling better. He’s so wonderful to give all that he does, it’s astounding. I learn more and more, every day that goes by. I know more now about just how very much he’s endured, too. It hasn’t been easy for him to be a messenger, so much hostility. I guess it’s like that when greed, love for “power over others”, and pride have overcome those who prefer the status quo. I am busily reading the archives, 2012, 2013, and now I’m halfway through 2014. I’ve gone backwards and back and forth with 2016 and 2015, so I think, maybe I am about one year short of having a much better understanding. It’s like finding treasure discovering all that blessed man has given to inform and to help everyone. It really seems the tide is finally turning. I pray for many blessings to be showered upon Bill and all who love and support him.

    Well I am back after taking a couple hours off, helping my husband find snowmobile parts for his friend, so he’s off on that mission….I am resuming my post. Or rather just re-reading quickly so I can hit send and switch tasks! I hope you guys will forgive me please, for tending to be a rambler?

    Take care everyone.



    And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

  8. I believe it was Feilla? That posted a picture of a Star Gate and that Barb had mentioned having dreamed of one??? Check this out ladies! You may enjoy this one as well Lida. ❤


    I love the symbolism at the beginning of the following link. By the way…I live just down the street from a former sanitarium…LOL!


    In complete separation from the world of adults, one can begin the long journey to true knowledge.



    • Thanks for the link Dreamwalker…gives me a lot to think about…and the song by Gordon Lightfoot…”Who Can the Brave Young Horse/Man be?” 😉

      Don Quiote

      Through the woodland, through the valley
      Comes a horseman wild and free
      Tilting at the windmills passing
      Who can the brave young horseman be
      He is wild but he is mellow
      He is strong but he is weak
      He is cruel but he is gentle
      He is wise but he is meek

      Reaching for his saddlebag
      He takes a battered book into his hand
      Standing like a prophet bold
      He shouts across the ocean to the shore
      Till he can shout no more

      I have come o’er moor and mountain
      Like the hawk upon the wing
      I was once a shining knight
      Who was the guardian of a king
      I have searched the whole world over
      Looking for a place to sleep
      I have seen the strong survive
      And I have seen the lean grown weak

      See the children of the earth
      Who wake to find the table bare
      See the gentry in the country
      Riding off to take the air

      Reaching for his saddlebag
      He takes a rusty sword into his hand
      Then striking up a knightly pose
      He shouts across the ocean to the shore
      Till he can shout no more

      See the jailor with his key
      Who locks away all trace of sin
      See the judge upon the bench
      Who tries the case as best he can
      See the wise and wicked ones
      Who feed upon life’s sacred fire
      See the soldier with his gun
      Who must be dead to be admired

      See the man who tips the needle
      See the man who buys and sells
      See the man who puts the collar
      On the ones who dare not tell
      See the drunkard in the tavern
      Stemming gold to make ends meet
      See the youth in ghetto black
      Condemned to life upon the street

      Reaching for his saddlebag
      He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
      Then standing like a preacher now
      He shouts across the ocean to the shore
      Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
      He gallops off across the dusty plain
      In vain to search again
      Where no one will hear

      Through the woodland, through the valley
      Comes a horseman wild and free
      Tilting at the windmills passing
      Who can the brave young horseman be
      He is wild but he is mellow
      He is strong but he is weak
      He is cruel but he is gentle
      He is wise but he is meek

  12. From Lida via email:

    Apologies to the faithful readers who enjoy Valiant’s weekly post:
    Valiant/Bill has taken this week off from writing, and will return with more astounding info soon…probably next week.
    It was his birthday 2 days ago…yes Valentine’s Day! So he decided to give himself a writing break and work on another personal project that needed his undivided attention.
    (as his Mom, I thought it was a great idea!)
    His health is improving daily too, so please don’t worry.
    Thank you for your continuing readership and loyalty.
    aka: Valiant’s Mom

  13. Oh! Feilla, I just asked Peter & Gabriel (my guide & angel) to please give me a word for you, for a direction for you to address healing you. They gave me a remarkable *word*, which wasn’t a word, it was to the diagram of the ear! My finger was on this when I opened my eyes *ear* (the diagram for it, with all the inner parts labeled and explained). Sweet Feilla, they seem to be indicating you may have a serious ear infection? Please take care. I’ve had many ear infections over the years, I was quite sick as a kid, and I know they can be extremely painful.


    p.s. Please don’t take my words, or their words either, as medical advice though! This is just purely a divination tool that I use to try to help others.

  14. Dear Feilla, I’m hoping and praying for your health and wellbeing, too. I emailed you last night before going to bed. I sent Valiant’s art *archangel* to you, hoping it would assist, comfort and also guide you. Please seek medical help!!! Infections that spread to your whole body are an urgent thing to take care of. Usually here in the U.S.A. they heal quickly when treated with antibiotics. Get well soon, dear Feilla.

  15. My dear Tribe, I may need your blessing for this emergency. Something wrong with my L eye, much more serious than I realized. So infected to affect not only my face, my head, even my whole body. If I’m not hysteric, lots of things feel quite abnormal, hard the last days. Would you please help strengthen the shield and my self healing energy. I cannot thank you enough for this help !!!

    • I have been praying for your healing since last evening, my dear Feilla. Sure hope that infection clears up soon, you must be in so much pain. I will light a candle for you as well, to help you with your shield. Do get well Precious One. ❤

    • I hope you’re feeling better soon Feilla – you have my blessings. Remember the column of light – if not a full healing, for me it seems to speed recovery of various ailments, alongside whatever other treatment I might receive.

  16. Harlech Castle, Wales
    Spectacularly sited Harlech Castle seems to grow naturally from the rock on which it is perched. Like an all seeing sentinel, it gazes out across land and sea, keeping a watchful eye over Snowdonia.
    © Matt Clark

    Doonagore Castle, Ireland
    Doonagore Castle is Doolin’s iconic tower house castle on the hill just behind Sea View House overlooking Doolin Point. It is a round 16th-century tower house with a small walled enclosure located about 1 km above the village of Doolin.
The castle was built around 1500 although an earlier castle stood on the site since the 1300s. It was built by Teige MacTurlough O’Conner and was in possession of Sir Turlough O’Brien in 1584.

  17. My precious comment is awaiting for Dreamwalker’s help on releasing it.This one might be shown first ?!

    For bringing the beloved ones the more power of protection…

    And some other interesting pictures being found when I was searching for the CAKE.


    thanks to
    Shine Through Darkness by MarsiaMS

  18. Heart of Roses Red

    By Magda Indigo
    source :

    Wow, dear Robin, such beautiful and touching songs/videos as always. We, the majority of Easterners, owing to the cultural convention, might preserve much more the genuine thoughts from others for self protection. You are such a contrast. I do know your pains. I think we all might have realized more or less, we, owing to some very malevolent manipulation, not only our temper, but sense, mind, even behavior might be so subject to be affected by some invisible waves or energy. I’ve asked myself or tried to examine which parts are authentic mine ? Pity that I don’t really think I’m clear enough to distinguish. None of us is perfect, nor can exempt ourselves from mistakes. I try to make sense of the difficulty of the individuals that I’ve met, and the concerned circumstances. I’m frustrated somehow for how limited my senses are to be objective enough. It doesn’t feel OK at all for my realizing that how many efforts can try, what I can make out or comprehend is just so limited. So what these efforts were made for ???

    Thanks to Valiant & Lidas, Dreamwalker, Robin, Dave, Leslee, Brianna, Tauno, Lisa, Suzanne, Barb, Terraseed, Mary, MildaLove, Sister P, Nando, Stephan, Tathastu, Leonid, R.C., Tomaz, David, Konstantionos, etc…, I do take seriously what to share today, though all time, strength and sense are so limited and awkward. I’ve realized how many errors that I’ve made in my comments. They are not just typo, a lot of times, quite wired that the words would just be replaced. Honestly, I in fact could not examine all that I thought to share before posting them. I guess….this is forgivable.

    So, here, thanks to Robin’s inspiration, I could know what to share today. Again, still want to address my highest appreciation and gratitude to Dreamwalker for making this kind of gathering possible. I’m quite sure that without this super mercy and incredible deep understanding, this won’t be possible.

    I’ve had quite serious amnesia after having injected some vaccination at 11. I didn’t know until last spring that my parents have never been of this event at all, as they have never received any concerned letter of advice. In my memory, I was just given that paper and asked to have that injection. Then I lose almost all my memory, capacities. Before 11, I had had very good senses and memory, and known so well what I want, what I can ; then after that I just became into another person, a very handicaped one.

    In my very blurred memory and sense, I used to dream some plots which don’t make sense. However, I not only insist to keep that insane dreaming, but also regards them as some day dream or possible past life experiences. Then Valiant’s stories, words, pictures, etc. have been just mirroring those insane things which have haunted me.

    Besides, before I could make more pieces of puzzles together, I either was given some symbolic indication in dreams, or had some intuition to review some stories (films, books, manga, TV series, etc.). Mostly, I could not help being socked. In the cases when I was/am blind or dull, you the precious ones in tribe can just give me the very inspiration, guide, reminding, drawing me back from over aberration.

    I’ve not only once thought to release myself from this very dense mudane patterns/ agony, but again and again, thanks to the incredible insights, resonance and supports, I could get through all those darkness, surviving til now and here.

    Here, worth indicating that without Leslee, Dreamwalker and Tauno, Lisa, Suzanne (in 2013), I would have few ways to step into this realm, to have met you the precious ones. It’s still easy for me to recall it took me how much painstaking efforts and time to read these long articles in foreign language, without saying writing. I cannot forget in the at least one year, I was so vulnerable to feel myself as an outsider. Then in 2014, all thanks to Dreamwalker’s presentation, I could meet Valiant’s pairings and posts. God, honestly, it’s such a hard work to read both the pictures and texts, full of the new vocabularies and codes. How lucky and happy I’m for your patience and resonance, as being willing to read me, to talk to me, to guide me, I should become so wordy. I guess I’m not the only one who feel so lonely in our professional life. Our communication and sharing here hence become my very remedy to survive.

    So, this day is such a precious day for me to express my appreciation and gratitude. For this is such a lovely Valentine, I guess it’s worth talking about my own senses about LOVE. I guess each one’s definition or sense is different. Here, I’ve some words to our super adorable, brave and loving Robin…I once heard from Steve Rather talking about this and was not only inspired by but resonated with that interpretation. Being human /emotional beings, we are prone to fall in love with the ones who have the qualities that we don’t have. It’s a nice thing. There is the term “fall” there, as it seems to be attracted to be the very beautiful and rare light, along with some recognizable knowing. In all my life, I’ve heard and saw the very humanity for the sake of self protection, people dare not to show, without saying express their affection to someone(s). It after all feels like that we just open a very front door to allow more possibility to let that one(s) harm us. Brave and loving people might be able to think first to give love, without thinking of or expecting reciprocation.

    What’s love ? In my sense, no matter that between parents and kids, friends, lovers, spouses, we love someone for not only some promise that had been made, but also all the company, sharing, understanding and supports that was given and senses along with all the difficulties, frustration, failures, loss, mistakes, happiness, glories, etc….That knowning….thanks to time, patience, willing, that one /those ones would just insist be there to company, to help, to understand, to support, etc. It’s a very course of merging or twisting the distinct ones into a big one, in the course of becoming more and more compatible with each others. We love so we try to understand, so that I/we get enlarged, enriched, etc.

    Here comes the very mid-night, I once again fall into the very sleepiness and short-circuit. It feels so strange that I’m in the different day from yours. Here, I anyhow should send Valiant and the great lady who not only gave birth to him, but raised him, even has worked in such intimate way my highest appreciation, gratitude and praise for all that you have dedicated, sacrificed, achieved, etc. If I’m not wrong, I guess Valiant was just born on the very border of the two zodiac cycles, according to my understanding of CN zodiac scheme. Pls see the 48 & 49 in the table.
    Please don’t miss the circles of both heavenly/celestial stem & earthly branch.

    So, for this big day, we still cannot leave out a CAKE, nor cinnamon rolls.

    credit :


    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dear Valiant & Lida !!!
    Merry Valentine’s Day to all !!!

  19. DREAMWALKER, I just can not say to you how grateful I am for the videos you post. I don’t always “get it” right away and then within days…something in me turns over and I connect to their message. 🙂

    FEILLA, I admire your sharing so deeply. So HARD for me to share of my own experiences. If only I could allow myself to feel vulnerable, doubtful without becoming paranoid and immediately flinging back up my walls so aggressively! The video of “The Rose” “Beauty and the Beast” version…I just could not stop the tears… Same with the lyrics you posted for Dave’s last video by Sarah Brightman…and this latest as well.

    I am already missing you Dave Jones. Truth. 🙂 ❤ So I am going to post this one for you, just in case you missed it.

    Wishing A Happy Birthday to VALIANT, and a Happy Valentine's day to all. ❤ ❤ ❤

    • Thank you Robin… happy valentines day to you too! Whenever anyone “leaves” there is always a them-shaped hole that’s still there… I can’t express how much I appreciate everyone’s posts here. Likewise.. it can take me many moons of ponderings on some of these things but eventually it “clicks” at just the right time… 😀

  20. English Version, pls see :

    It in fact popped up first, however, as the sound quality is not good, I hence posted the 1st one as above. This may express the very gratitude on my behalf….Quite interestingly, this video was taken in my home island !

    This recording of Nada Sou Sou was taken from Hayley’s performance at the Opening of the World Games 2009 in Taiwain.


    Turning the pages of old photographs
    I whisper thanks to each and every one
    Deep in my heart you have come, come to live
    Sure as the sun to see me through

    Come rain or shine however the day may be
    You shelter me with your smile
    However far your memories may fade
    Traces of you I hope to find
    Then you appear and I drown in my own tears

    I wish on a star, the first star of the night
    You’ll find me here every evening of the year
    As twilight approaches I look to the sky
    Searching for you with all of my heart

    In grief and joy I long for you and your smile
    Hoping you feel the way I do
    If only you could find me from where you are
    I do believe somewhere in time
    I do believe I will see you once again

    Come rain or shine however the day may be
    You shelter me with your smile
    But as each memory of you fades away
    I’m so alone longing for you
    You’re on my mind as I drown in my own tears

    Missing you so I’m missing you so
    You’re on my mind as I drown in my own tears

    Thank you so….my beloved ONES / STARS !!!

  21. Thank you so much for this melody that I’ve never thought having such a beautiful English name. There are some of the melodies popped in where-after which just again caught me heart to take a little bit more look, such as

    A very beautiful and touching Okinawa folk song

    The 2nd one was melody of a very popular song, made for a film adapted from this martial-arts novel.,_Proud_Wanderer

    Worth reminding some very marks that we are used to use, speak of in our daily life, such as

    The name of that charming one in red (0:32, 3:03–), the book He would like to pay all for get, kuihua baodian, Sunflower Manuel (2:41 — 3:00). The 2nd half part is just another version of interpretation with which I’m not resonated with, so didn’t keeping watching towards to the end of it.

    I’m still working hard on cleansing, keep discovering the stuffs, papers, photos, that I’ve forgotten for even more than a couple of decades after having moved in this home. I regret so as well for having talked about my mom this way…even not in private occasion. Though she is used to complain so, it’s she who has worked so hard to put in order, even made the lists of all these heavy books and all that I left home after I left abroad. She eve got injured owing to the overweight of the books. All thanks to her, I hence can re-discover them. We have had lots of talking, the most intimate talking in all our life. In my family, it’s rather our pattern that there were things that we darned not to talk, neither share. However, for making this home look and live better, she never stopped putting things in order, whereas my father only wanted brought in, conserved, but never thought to put things in order. So, when there are few ones who would like to do this, when cleansing, she has the priority to see, too review, to know more. So do I the last weeks.

    Very shocked for I almost forgot how I had grown up, what I had learned in schools, what had I done and said. Via the cards, notes that the friends left, I seem to make a new friend with myself. Owing to my staying up over night the last days, and it’s my mid-night right now, sorry for that I cannot write much before entering into the dreamlands. For the moment, I would like to share this one first, owing to a note-report written after watching the film of Tarkovsky, thanks to the presentation of a teacher in 1994 04 1995. Thanks to Dave and Robin, this time, I didn’t miss the symbols that you both are used to remind.

    Tarkovsky’s films are generally full of symbols and uneasy to digest.
    I may not review it thoroughly in the close coming days. May my tribe not only enjoy it, but have some inspiration from it.

  22. The kind which is easiest to find in the market, and cheapest.
    credit :

    In elementary schools, we were taught to make this kind….with bamboo keel along with cellophane. In markets, there are as well lots of electric lanterns made of plastic.

    These are the lanterns displayed in the shop.

    Generally, in (Taoist) temples, there are some temporary spaces, such as open-air terrace or indoors halls in which there are the lantern-making contests. They are generally robotic…

    This should take place in London….the themes look……so interesting…..

  23. Sorry for speaking of this sad story at this precious and significant FULL MOON. I appreciate so that I’ve you the tribe here with me. As Valiant said, sharing helps learn the lessons, and I do hope I don’t need to experience all these any more, may this log bring me some very magic effect /outcome to release myself from this very sad pattern of these old 3D patterns.

    So…, I would like to share with you the types of lanterns that I used to have in my childhood. I’ve always preferred the candle type, rather than the electric kinds. The following types are those I’ve ever made on my own…

    Lantern made of radishes
    source :
    Lanterns made of cans of milk powder
    source :

  24. Sorry for speaking of this sad story at this precious and significant FULL MOON. I appreciate so that I’ve you the tribe here with me. As Valiant said, sharing helps learn the lessons, and I do hope I don’t need to experience all these any more, may this log bring me some very magic effect /outcome to release myself from this very sad pattern of these old 3D patterns.

    So…, I would like to share with you the types of lanterns that I used to have in my childhood. I’ve always preferred the candle type, rather than the electric kinds. The following types are those I’ve ever made on my own…

    Lantern made of radishes
    source :
    Lanterns made of cans of milk powder
    source :

    Lanterns made of papers

    Lanterns of bamboo keel along with cellophane
    source :

  25. It’s the very season of cleansing, reviewing the past, trowing away / letting go the parts that we don’t need any more……I’ve been working on cleaning out all the old and antiquated stuff (clothes, books, documents, etc.) of mine & my family. Reviewing all these old stuffs, my moods are so complex. We are the kind who have had difficulty to trow. However, the overloaded collection not only blocks space, but sufficiency, and mind. We generally cannot recall what we have ever had. Though we are rather of the very (even extremely) thrifty, I’m sure this is not an unquestionable quality. Since I just had to move over the oceans, I cannot realize more how the overloaded stuff can be the very burden which seriously obstruct me.

    I might look cold-blood in comparison to others, as I generally don’t like to reviews the photos, particularly that of the ones I love much. Looking at those captured scenes, I could not help recalling either the very loss / death of them, or their hardship, regrets, sadness, sorrows, agony in that period of time. Looking at the old photos of my family, what I can recall are mostly the moods in gray tones. When working on this, I make conversation with my parents. I never stop doing this with them, for lots of fatal mistakes just like bombs are all caused owing to their ideology and behaviors. I don’t want to impute them, and I in fact don’t have that right. However, it’s true that I’m so unhappy to be their daughter. They love me but have never known me. They have never thought to ask me, nor think to know what I think, without saying how I feel. All my father’s siblings or almost the whole clan are rather the silent type who only know blindly follow the mainstreams values. I hence look quite rebellion in contrast to them and I have felt so painful to realize the very incompatibility with them. So growing up more and more, I chose getting distant from their unions or any similar gathering.

    I once feel the situation gets better after so many years’ efforts to do communications. However, as they are surrounded by the ones who just follow the mainstream social value, I just have no chance to get immune from that kind of harms. My mother, being a housewife, is used to expect love from others. The very tragedy lies in how much she has made for her kids, she can never felt their love or rewards from them. Why? Because, she is used to compare with others, stating how capable others’ children are in financial sense, and how many money they give their parents for which festivals. Again and again and again, even before I literally become adult, honestly, I regret so for this kind of idea….I don’t want to meet her any more in any other life time. So, what I can do is to try hard to clear off this negative karma. Worse that it’s hard for her to quit that kind of verbal abuse. Honestly, right owing this very trauma caused by her, I could never regarded bringing a new life in the world is a right thing. Love is always her pretext to expect, to suppose family members’ duty. Without mutual understanding and trust, all the words spoken out cannot but be the very arms to harm. So, after leaving abroad, I’ve never expected any festival, never. I on the contrary feel it’s great to be able to free from that kind of conventional, even now rather commercial festival celebration.

    Then coming back, what I can hear from her again is the complain about how the others celebrate the New Year rather in hotels, being exempt from the painstaking works of cook. I can cook, but only cook vegetarian kinds. This has no way to satisfy her. I could never satisfy her, never. It’s she who has been pushing others trying hard to run away.

    Tomorrow, according to lunar calender, it’s one of our biggest festival of the year, the LANTERN FESTIVAL, in which we generally take some kind of dessert, rice ball dumplings in soup, yuanxiao. Since my mom has never liked dessert, I don’t think we will take them. In regards to Lanterns, I used to have fun to make them on my own in childhood, taking them in the evening along with my siblings walking on the streets. However, since junior high school, owing to the very pressure of the school competition, I could get no more enthusiasm to make them.

  26. I’ve been to the Hidden Oasis a few times. For me it’s been a real gift to help get through difficult times – such as army training. The first time I was there was in a dream… and then I could visit it any time I wished. And I still do. For me it is a large old Egyptian temple with massive columns… ruins… there are people there selling things near the columns. In the middle of the complex is a rectangular reflecting pool. This part may have once been an atrium, but the pool is still intact. There are palm trees nearby. Blues skies, comfortable temperature…

    The most peaceful place in the universe.

    I noticed the elements coming up in this post… these came up for a few of us in the last dreamflight. Tasks…

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