Valiant: Knock, Knock… The Hour Glass… Earth Song

*song* “To Deserve You”

by Bette Midler

We are but visitors on this Earth
Born for a path we chose to walk…
Some debate the purpose, some debate
Whether there was a before or after…
Regardless, we are here now
And no matter how anyone reasons
Existence, the point is, we are here…

Not alone, not for one, not for all,
But sharing the time and space together…
This is not some verse to preach
Ideas…just one simple fact…
That we share space on a living
Planet…A planet full of life
Diverse in all forms…
In the land, in the sea…with life
That even fills the air…on its own,
With no aid by machine to take Flight.
The Earth is a vessel of life,
It’s a miracle…
Every day, every night…the sun, the stars…
The moon…the wind, the tide…
The planet moves regardless…
Life goes on regardless…

In a natural state without artificial means
Humans would be…simply caretakers…
And yet peace is a quest…
Without technology life would simply
Be nature…like a garden. Simple.

And if there was a song to sing for
Nature, again it would be so simple…
Voices and rhythms of life that cast
The sounds of the elements, of the
Animals…the wind…through the trees…
Across the ocean…on the shore…
Over hills and through valleys…
Songbirds from the far corners
Casting melodies that only animals
Could recognize and fools analyze…
The drums would be thunders
Of storms in the sky…of crashing waves
And rolling rocks and snow…
Of the beating of hooves of herd animals…
Or the heartbeat of a new life…

And the greatest soothing sounds
Would be gentle yet mysterious…
Echoing across and through vast seas…
Songs sung by monolithic mammals
Of the waters…a riddle to primitive ears,
But full of wisdom and answers,
To those who can listen as well as hear…

No manmade instrument nor human voice
Could compare…The sounds are completely
Different…yet both the human and
The whale are of nature…who possesses
The wisdom…who owns the world?
Many would clearly say mankind
Owns the world…

But…across space and time, if
Sounds could stretch that far…
Where would a whale stand?

Voices from the stars…Ears of the Stars
And galaxies…who or what are
They listening to?

In the ship… “You’re progressing well.”
Varence’s voice stretched. He was sitting
There, quite calm and strong. “Now for
A bit of an aid. There is no need
For instruction. Things take their due
Course now…Nothing could alter that…
Some things are as they must be…There’s
No need to impress or explain or answer
Questions…If they can’t follow they never
Will…Nothing can fight the course
Of time, if destiny called it ages ago
Then it will come. Survival comes by
Instinct. Do you understand this? No
Machine can offer instinct…machines
Only hinder it…and they do that well.
The mind in its natural state is
The most powerful instinct…For
Those that possess the blade to yield it…
The ones dull and weak won’t see
It…They only steal direction from
Others…Which is why the
Steps taken must be carefully
Set in motion…guided even.” He smiled.

“Oberon is the prudent Trickster, isn’t
He?” Ceres laughed as she sat beside
Him. “Set in motion…guided even…
From before…how wonderfully worded.”

“I said it right.” He laughed to her.
“I chanced it, but it’s right.”

“Do they really analyze things so much?”
Ceres asked.

“There’s always one good question to ask.”
He answered. “So few ever ask it.”

“What’s the right question?”

He pointed with delight. “There…you see.”
Varence looked at her with enthusiasm.
“The right question…is always the
Simple one.”

They eyed each other with a smile. “Do
You see his game of words?” Ceres
Asked. “It’s bold, complex…but it’s
Not hiding anything.”

He leaned forward with a serious expression.
“What would you say…if I said…This,”
He gestured about. “Has all happened
Before…that it’s already happened?
Would that make sense?”

“I guess.”

Then he leaned back in the chair and
Smoothed out his shirt with pride; yes, it
Was a nice white shirt. “I am sure no
One will be surprised that I say that.” He
Pointed to the notebook… “Most feel
This already.” Then he tilted his head.
“Why bother then, you wonder? To
Take a chance to improve the odds
For the better…one more chance…
The choices are right there…yet
They never take it…it’s always about
Blaming someone else…”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Ceres asked
Him. “Dare I even ask you to…There
Is one purpose now. ONE.”

Varence gestured wide. “Then please
Take over, chart the course with your
Words…mine obviously aren’t working.”

“Finally. “Ceres said with a smile. “He
Sees the reason.” She held her smile
With a firm but kind gaze at me.
“You were doing just fine before he
Started talking. The Earth Song. I
Enjoyed that…That is something
To focus on…Nature’s Song.”

“It’s peaceful…or it was once…
Or should be.”

“It should be.” She nodded. “In
The best places it is…But when
It’s angry…it is a tempest.”

“Can anything sooth that?”

Ceres rolled her eyes slowly around
With a sigh. “That is a matter in
A lot of places. Most overlook it
When they are unhappy…that mirror
In nature…Everything is connected,
Everything …And when it’s been abused
For a long time…what do you expect?”

“It’s an elementary solution really.”
Varence said. “What has the loudest
Voice…Thunder?”

“Could the whales do that? Do they
Do that?”

Ceres hesitated to answer…But
Lowered her head and with kind
Eyes said, “You know when I first
Came they sang the most mysterious
Melodies…ancient and pure, good
And kind…there was, and never is,
Any deceit in their voices or
Their character. They send it out clear
And bright. Their communication is
Marvelous. But you know that don’t
You?”

“Sometimes, I guess.”

“You know,” She said intently leaning
Slightly forward. “When they are
Looking for something…their determination
Is relentless…even their tactics and
Their success are…relentless, formidable.

Long ago they filled the seas with
Simple honest songs…And their voices
Can reach far, very far…to the stars…
Into the ether…into and across…
Realms that can not be measured…
Even into the boundless world of
Heaven…their echoes carry…
So when they are looking for something
Or someone…believe me they don’t
Stop until they get it.

Long ago a terrible injustice was
Done to them…one that nearly cost
A terrible price. Imagine if they
Sent a message into the stars,
Into heaven…it may take a while,
But you can believe a response
Would come…And some whales are
More resourceful than others…working
Together…like a pack…Yes, they can
Be relentless…And their voices reach
Far.” Ceres simply smiled.

“Is she saying…?”

Varence held up his hand. “That’s more
Than enough for now. Next time
Maybe a story.”

Valiant

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 2SEP2017

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (2 September 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Compass…

*song* “Here Comes the Rain Again”

By The Eurythmics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzFnYcIqj6I

The Signal. His voice was strong and
Powerful. “Start writing,” the pen
Seems to have a mind of its own. “Just
Write as I say and tell it. Minds
Wonder…some wonder too much…”

The signal was strong, clear and steady
Now…much different than before. A
Haze seemed everywhere following after
And before the written words.
He smiled. This was a new approach for
Varence. He stood tall and proud, his
Creamy hair and pale complexion and
Chiseled face were comforting to see. “Ah,
I have not been absent that long now
Have I?”

There was no need to explain or
Answer, he knew.

“By and by the ages pass and nothing
Changes…no matter where you go or
Look, things are the same…A thousand
Years could pass and the same
Scenarios play out over and over…Yet
Still we wait and search for one bright
Chance…something bright, now that’s
Worth waiting for. Again that smile
Of his. Then he pulled up a chair and
Sat down as if it were a throne.

He nodded once smiling. “Give them
Magic. Open a message and share
Words and secrets a few times and
Where does it get you? Demands…
Always more. It never ends or changes.

What is history? What is civilization…
If you watch it, how does it grow or
Climb? Do they differ on other worlds?
Not really…some are more drawn out,
More romantic…or more tortured, that
Is all. Would it matter if you compared
A thousand different worlds? One
Always has to be the best or worst,
True or not?

“Diversity is the constant. Acceptance
Is the key. You cannot interfere this
Way…That is how worlds stand apart…
In their uniqueness…In how they
Evolve with such things. It is a lot
Of arguing over nothing, because in
The end it is always about finding
Peace for everyone.”

He leaned forward more seriously,
His expression mild but kind, firm
Yet friendly. This was Varence at his
Best. “Give them Magic…Tell them
Stories they never knew…And they
Will always want more. But
This is not a two way door. Nothing
Ever changes…
Build a bridge and make it obvious
Or no one will know it’s there…But
One day we will take that bridge away.

Spare some time and prove yourself,
Yet always they want more. Perhaps
I want more…I wonder how I
Would get it…Wait, Watch, Listen?
Some things are worth waiting for.”
He nodded.

“Look down upon a world and watch…
See an age disappear…to vanish into
A mystery that the next era doubts
Ever existed…riddles? Myth? 100 years
From now, no one will believe half
Of the current details…What could
Change that? Someone from another
Time? Someone who could see into
The Great Beyond, who could decipher
Mysteries…Someone who could look
Upon life and cheat death…and always
Find an answer first…The Watchers
Know this riddle well…It’s on many
Worlds. But when they search for a
Light…Together that becomes a
Compass…that’s one chance. One.

“Now if someone bothers you with a
Question…” Varence laughed. “Answer
This way…Why is there an ‘R’
In Christopher?”

“What?”

“Why is there an ‘R’ in Christopher?”
He asked plainly. “Tell me.”

“Huh? What kind of Question is that?
How can I ask that? How should I know
Why there is an ‘R’ in Christopher?
Because God put it there! I don’t
Know. What?”

“Exactly!” Varence exclaimed. “Just
Leave it that way Bill. That’s perfect.”

“You’re getting stranger.”

“History is strange. Nothing makes
Sense. There is no logic…things
Happen, then for ages after, you
Wonder why…that’s the riddle…

Now let me ask you…” Varence
Leaned back a bit in the chair, very
Calm, astute…his stare was overpowering.
“Civilizations rise and fall…everywhere.
Now why is that? Because they
Splinter…just before they fall
There is a power play …
Too many thirsting for power chase
Their own and the once magnificent
Structure falls apart…Most commonly
Accompanied by disasters. It takes
A disciplined mind to survive this…
When forces splinter.”

There was a sound, someone was entering
The room…Soft steps. Then, there she
Was, elegant…Regal, beautiful. Her
Golden hair and piercing shimmering
Icy eyes were like crystals, solid. And
She did not look happy. “What
Are you doing? I thought we agreed
There was to be silence…”

Varence didn’t even flinch, he only
Smiled. “I couldn’t stay away for
Long. I had to speak with him.”

She sighed, then quickly marched up
Beside him in the hazy light and
Pulled up a chair. “Well, if you’re
Going to speak to him, then I
Will also.” She sat down firmly. “Besides
I would not have you say anything
Without a more reasonable voice
Present.” She leaned to me. “I can
Only imagine what he would say…”

“Ceres…” Varence groaned.

She turned to him with that charming
Smile, “Oberon.”

“Why? Please do not call me that.” He said.

“Feeling more serious then?” She
Teased him.

“Please…” Varence winced briefly.
“There is a tone here. “He looked at
Her slowly. “Say something inspirational.
Something to move mountains…
For him.”

“Please?” She tilted her head. “Is
That in jest, or are you being sincere?”

“Please.” His tone clearly said
He meant it.

This must have taken her by surprise
As she blinked then turned to me…
Appearing to search for very careful
Words to say. “This is not what
Was planned…”

“And plans always work so well?’
Varence laughed. “The unexpected
Surprises make things work, not plans…”

Ceres smiled, her eyes playfully
Rolling upward…then to him, then to
The notebook, then to me. “I see your
Point…Fine then. Something brief.”

“You seem sure you could say it
So simply?” Varence asked her.

“Who are you here for?” She asked him.

“You know my position. Civilizations.” He
Answered her. “You?”

“I am here for the animals, as I have
Always been. Nothing more.” But then
She smiled kindly, warmly. “And now
For him. That is all.”

“That is your point?” He asked. “That
Was your marvelous work of words?”

“What would you have me say?” She
Asked.

Varence pointed to me, to the notebook.
“Ask him.”

“Why?” She asked. “Does anyone
Ask about me?”

“I do get a lot of questions of interest
On Ceres, yes.” I told them.

She laughed. “Why? I am here for
The animals, I just said. This is not
Some game or party.”

“I think some people like your picture,
The one I drew.”

“That’s very nice.” She replied awkwardly
Then turned to Varence. “I do not see
The point in that…They like a picture
Of me, what does that mean? I am
Here for the animals…I have all that
I need.” She pointed to Varence. “If
There was any hope in more it would
Be with him, not me.”

“You are not even curious about
Them at all?” He asked her.

“Not in the least.” She answered fast.
“From the way they behave, from the
Way they treat the animals. I am not
Here to socialize. Even this was
Unexpected, but this was more than
Enough…a gift.”

“What about the ones I told you
About…these spiritual people?” He
Asked her. “These lightworkers?”

She laughed. “Their path is their
Own, it does NOT involve me. Anything
More and they are dreaming. I told
You my purpose. How many times must
I say it?”

“But-” He began.

“But nothing.” She said firmly. “Their
Path is their own. We have all
Discussed this. “She told him directly,
Staring at him, eye to eye. “There are
No exceptions. I have no interest in
More, I have never looed outside
His circle. We have one purpose here.
ONE. IF they wish for more of me
Tell them to look elsewhere because
They will get nothing more than
Reprimand from me. I am here
For the animals and him…And
Furthermore, I should like to add
Where I am from,” then she pointed
Firmly with her forefinger from
Herself, then to Varence, “where we
Are from…Truly spiritual people do
Not obsessively lecture or guide others.
That is not how we learn at all.
We spend a lot of time in schools,
With our families and with, and in,
Nature…Nature is a big part of
Enlightenment for humans…We do
Not talk about it incessantly, we
Do it…We spend a lot of time in
Nature, with animals, with the ones we
Care about…We share stories…We
Do not sit and preach how to think
Delightful thoughts. You learn that
By proper company. And the wisest,
Most spiritual of our people would
Laugh at anyone who did not appreciate
This…How could any human call
Themselves spiritual and not be with
Animals or with nature…to have
Pets or work in the gardens, or
Absolutely both…No truly balanced
Person we know would acknowledge
Any less.”

“So if,” Varence said with a casual
Gesture… “They were, say…spending
Time with machines all day…or
Indulging themselves…or meditating?”

“Meditating?” She laughed. “Who
Would do that all day? Balance…
Balance in all things…”

“But you’re on a ship?’

“We have gardens here.” She
Explained for me. “I would not
Be without them…none of us would.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, of course. She smiled, then
Turned to Varence again. “Was that
Your point here…For me to tell
Him that?”

“Perhaps a little.” He smiled.

“We have one purpose here. ONE.”
Ceres said again. “And we are sharing
Stories, or rather help, you share them,
That is all…I can not ever offer
More than that to THEM.”

“And him”?” He asked, pointing to me.

“He…He is a different story all together.”
She answered. “That is not for them
To know.”

Varence nodded. “Fair enough.”

“How will that move mountains?”
She asked.

“Oh, I believe you will be surprised.”
Varence laughed. “Especially that
Last part right there…” He leaned
Forward to the notebook, then gave
Me this strange look. “Just so it’s
Clear…There is more going on here…
One day it will be very clear…
This…is not made up, not just some
Story…one day it will prove to have
A very big, a very monumental…a
Very real purpose. It will become
Clear…For now, just take it one day
At a time…We still have a few more
Stories to share…and then we will see.
Maybe something about Atlantis…
Maybe something about the Lion Men.
We will see. Thank you being here.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=82162

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 26AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (26 August 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Oberon and Titania…

*SONG* “Magic” by Olivia Newton-John
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj5vagsGC38

(*Repost…from earlier this year…February 23, 2017)

Let’s try this one more Time…
Science knows only fragments of
What truly exists…There’s always
Something bigger…Some get a rare
Glimpse of this.

Don’t analyze it, there is no symbolism
Here at all…No one listens…
How many can understand how it
Feels when no one listens?
The best questions your friends and
Neighbors…are: How are you? Are you
Alright? A lot of people are sure
Saying the same thing right now…
It’s like no one hears me…
Give it a chance, and take a minute
And go ask them…not me, THEM.
Go cheer someone up and make
Them smile. It might just do
The world some good.

————————————————-

In Dreams They Come…
Mysterious, with riddles and no reason
But for some it’s a miracle,
Inspiration that drives and compels
To go on when life feels empty
And hopeless, trapped by a reality
Of rules we did not make, of a hell
We have little control over…

A guiding light of Inspiration,
A gift from God, from the Universe?
So many Questions…who, what,
When, where…Always why?
Endless answers, endless possibilities…
It’s different for everyone…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ceres…” He groaned rolling his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Camlo was so shocked he could not move.

“Your words and mind amuse me”
Varence said.

“I amuse you?” The man asked.

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

“But I…” The man was just overwhelmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence…Tension filled the bridge.

“Oberon?” Ceres simply asked.

“Now Ceres…” He tried to say.

“Oberon?” She repeated.

“And I am Puck.” Camlo quietly
Added.

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

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

“May I explain?” He begged.

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

“Ceres, please…” He said…

“Phallus, please…” She replied.

“Ceres…”

“Phallus…” She only recoiled.

“Ceres!” He returned.

“Phallus!” She said louder.

“Ceres!” He yelled.

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

“Ceres!” He groaned.

“Phallus.” She growled.

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

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

“Ceres!” Varence shouted.

“Phallus!” She shouted back.

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

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

“Ceres!” He begged.

“Phallus!” She yelled.

“Ceres, please!” He begged.

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant

PS: from my sketchbook:
Rana and the Lion….

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 19AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (19 August 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 12AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (12 August 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Animals of Noah’s Ark…

***** re-post (with re-name): from November 2016*****

*SONG* “Animal” by Def Leppard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecFPU–vvf0

Back to the lost story of a lost time…
This story is shared not to condemn
But learn from the past…
So that history does not repeat itself…

On the Watcher’s ship…The vessel sent
Back by the Tribunal to repair an intervention…
Poised higher in dimension to avoid detection,

The mighty BR’Riel, noble Ascended Master
Of the Lion Men’s Temple…sat in the
Captain’s chair quietly pondering all that
Had transpired…At the time, everything
Was beyond their control…The Watchers
Had now become players to
A higher power…perhaps a divine plan
To a timeline that seemed incomprehensible…

“Tell me of the cities of this Earth
That we now fall witness to.” He ordered
To the now quiet humbled Apollo. “If we
Are to serve a purpose here I would
Like to know as much as possible.”

Apollo turned slowly, glancing at the fair
Ceres briefly…She would not even look at
Him without a scowl of disgust…Then
Looked up to BR’Riel’s magnificent shining
Silver blue ethereal eyes. “What would
You like to know?”

BR’Riel seemed to moan his thoughts…
“Anything…Everything? This world was…
So new…corrupted so fast…Were there
So few true hearted souls that walked
This world? None opposed or foresaw the
Descent?”

Apollo blinked, thinking fast on what he
Recalled…But the memories seemed haunting
Now as he had done nothing…He had only
Watched the chaos brew…The guilt he bore
In this was overwhelming, even though
Duty did not condemn him this, only his
Soul did. “Of course, as on any world
That falls, however numerous they may
Be…there are always those that attempt
To change things, right wrongs…and so
Forth.”

“Then what happened to them?” BR’Riel asked.

Apollo laughed. “The same as on many
Worlds…It’s the same everywhere you
Find corrupt systems…Those that oppose
The mainstream are ridiculed publicly…
Harassed, isolated or imprisoned, or
Executed…to demonstrate the power of
The corrupt government.”

“But these cities,” BR’Riel said with admiration,
“Cities of gold and diamonds and marbled
Stones, precious jeweled cities…of polished
Emeralds reaching to the sky…These
Buildings and monuments are marvelous…What
Happened here?”

Apollo thought heavily. “What vast lesson
Learned? How many worlds across the
Stars succeed? They aimed too high
To impress and attracted equally great
Dark treasure hunters…

“It started out quite noble and good,
When the Adams and Eves settled and
Spread across the land. They had their
Parents’ sciences to aid them…

“The first cities rose with hope and pride,
Atlantis the treasure city of hope and
Dreams and limitless sciences…

“Attan, or Ettan as it was also pronounced…
The trade port and crossroads city…

“Arcadia, the pleasure city…of gambling
And indulgences of everything imaginable
Of flesh and the mind…

“Lemuria…with its emerald towers and
Super sciences…minds were its treasure…
You want me to tell you what
Happened here? The great corruption
Of great powers? Nothing special
Happened here…What happened here
Happens everywhere…The only difference
Is the outcome on each world…some
Rise, some fall…some grow past their
Weaknesses and greed…while others
Succumb to temptation…or fall to the
Dark Empire…

“The only ones who learn are those
That learn to listen and watch, and
Above all see themselves for what they
Are and should be…if virtue finds them.”

BR’Riel groaned at the words…but his
Senses had already reached out and scanned
The planet below…The decadent behavior
Of the people echoed across the psychic
Plain…as all behavior does. No secrets
Hide themselves to those with higher
Senses…Lust and greed and gluttony
Carried on the ethereal winds of this
Earth…What higher beings called sin,
Mortal man called common beliefs…
Sin is just a word to some people, while
To others who hold virtue in higher
Regard…discipline, patience and
Self control and faith are the true
Aim of greater reward… “The endless
Conflicts of civilizations.” BR’Riel grumbled…
“I am tired of watching this.” He
Turned to Vala, who had taken another
Seat at the panel beside her sister…
To study the planet with fresh eyes
And mind. “What do you see, Vala?”

“I see a lot of minds pre-occupied
With themselves…” She answered. “However,
There are some…interesting elements.”

“Oh?” BR’Riel asked.

“There is an organized group of
Disciplined minds…but they are in retreat,
Apart from the world. In hiding,
Seclusion…in a temple…13…That number,
13 Ascended Masters…in secret
Meeting. They seem to know quite a lot.”

“The Temple of the Ancient Masters.”
Apollo said to her words. “Ah, I remember
Those…They were students of the
Last Lion Men…A noble, elite group.
They shared much promise…But the
People shunned them and their teachings.”

“Why?” BR’Riel asked.

“Because the Ancient Masters practiced a
Regiment of intense disciplined training.”
Apollo answered. “The world was too taken
With having a good time. They had
Their various religions…Anything that
Withheld pleasure and affected guilt
They shunned.”

“Of course.” Vala laughed. “Why bother
To learn when it’s so easy to have fun.
Quick answers…so the partying can
Continue.”

But Apollo was distracted by Ceres as
She furiously attended all of her
Scans and diagnostics of the animal
Life of the planet. She was quite
Aggravated. He carefully paused to
Turn to her. “How are you doing?” He
Asked her kindly.

She refused to acknowledge or even
Look at him.

“Ceres?” He asked again quietly as the
Attention of the bridge fell upon her.
“Ceres?”

A long fragile silence, then she lifted
Her head and turned to her sister. “Is
There an idiot talking to me? Because I
Swear I sense the most irritating
Sound of STUPIDITY!”

Vala smiled and silently laughed as
Apollo sat back and rolled his eyes
And sighed. “Are you going to continue
Punishing me for this?” He asked.
“As I have said, I did not invent
The scheme of this ark…it was
Done beyond my intent. I was merely
Following the timeline!”

Ceres dropped her jaw, tossed her golden
Hair over her shoulder and held up
Her hands. “There it is again! The
Sounds of an IDIOT! That voice!
The sound of incarnate mindless reason…
Do you hear it? It is killing my ears!”

“Ceres please.” Apollo begged.

“The deaf are truly gifted.” Ceres said
To her sister as Vala laughed quite
Entertained. “The muted…are blessed
By God for more fortunate communication.”

“Ceres!” Apollo winced and grabbed his
Face with regret.

She leapt to her feet and spun, meeting
Everyone in the room dramatically. “Oh
May the Heavens forgive me! It is the
Voice of the Lord God Apollo speaking!
How dare I insult his magnificence!”
She slowly turned to glare at him,
Her ice blue eyes burning with
The coldest fire. “Dear Sir, Dear Lord
Thy God of magnificent eternal wisdom…
Pray, forgive me for I am but the
Lowest…The truly lowest Brilliant Idiot!”

He stood to face her. “How many times
Must I say it?”

Ceres shook her head, then quickly
Cupped her hands close to her breast.
“Forgive me Thy Eternal Glorious
Shining one of Heaven…My reason is
But too weak to fathom the greatness
Of the words you utter…you speak…I
Pray that one day the Fates grant me
The forgiven path to forge steadfast
Thought and reason…” She feigned false
Tears to cry before continuing. “I am
In the presence of Grandeur, of
His mightiness…His deeds and words
Are spoken so divine to my ears…”
Then her eyes rolled with rage as
She clenched her teeth to growl,
“Or…but are they the words
Of The Most Fantastic Idiot that
Found two legs to hold the skull upwards
Of the King of the greatest moron
Beyond words?”

Apollo rolled his eyes and sighed. Should he
Speak? Dare the chance? There was nothing
Else to do. “What would you have me do?
Take us further back? Rewrite the
Timeline completely?”

“There are no choices now.” Ceres simply
Said with anger. “We are here…We are
Bound to fulfill these actions…Questions
Are pointless.”

“Should I crawl and await to be beaten
Then?” He said to her, as everyone watched
Their exchange; they were quite
Entertained by them!

Ceres took a step closer to him to
Fiercely stare him down. “Do you have
Any idea what will happen now?”

“The Bears will survive.” Apollo weakly
Said to her as kindly as he could. “The
Animals will at least survive this.”

Ceres pinched her eyes shut tight, “Some
Yes…” Then her expression fell to her
Horror and pain as her eyes could only
Look up and away from him. “There is not
Enough time to gather them all. At least
50 percent of the species will be lost.
I cannot even take samples…Zinn
Surely won’t…During an extinction event
There isn’t enough time to take them all.
The animals are spread out across the
Planet…Noah is building the ark
On ONE continent, ONE…Therefore I
Can only assemble those that can
Be gathered there…A majority
Of the species will be lost…FOREVER…
If I am fortunate, if I am lucky
I will be able to gather half…That
Is the best I can do.”

“But they…will survive.” Apollo told
Her, attempting to encourage her.

“How do I pick and choose?” She cried.
“How? They do not deserve this. Can’t
You see that?”

“I am sorry.” Apollo pleaded. “There is
Nothing more I can say, there is
Nothing more I can do.”

She turned to stare at the panel, at her
Scans. “There is nothing anyone can do…”

BR’Riel tried to appease a softer mood…
“How is this Noah progressing? Show me
This mate of his. It appears he had no
Children? I believe you told him, Apollo,
To save his family?”

“Yes,” Apollo said, “That is correct. The
World was too corrupt in his eyes…he
Chose to have no children…But his wife
Was some sort of…youth counselor at
One of their educational Academies…
She grew attached to six children
That had been abandoned by their parents…
She was overtaken by their suffering and
Eventually persuaded Noah to adopt them…
And took them on the ark with them.”

“Ah, I see.” BR’Riel said with a nod. “An
Interesting circumstance…and fortunate…”

Ceres groaned as she returned to her station
To select the animals. “Let me continue,
There is much to do. The best selections I
Can make are based upon the species
I knew when I arrived…” She shook
Her head in grief as she sat down. “The
Loss of all of these species…is just…
Absolutely terrible.”

Vala watched her sister with such
Sympathy as she observed everything with
The best impartial view she could… “I must
Interrupt, I apologize…” She said. “But there
Is still a critical issue to address…We
Cannot stay here forever…Apollo has said
This man built this ark…” She nodded
Towards the view screen as it displayed
The man’s slow progress. “Time is pressing,
Events shall unfold…How is he to build
This grand ark so quickly alone?”

Apollo thought fast… “The Temple of the
Ancient Masters…I can think of
No others that could accomplish this
With the needed speed and skill.”

“We have no time to spare to debate,”
BR’Riel seemed to growl. The specifics, the
Complications just seemed to grow more
And more. “We were sent to intervene
Upon the Bears and now it has mounted
To this vast undertaking of saving a
World by limited means!” He turned
To one of his nearest men. “Go to this
Temple of these…Masters…and do what
You must to inspire their aid in this
Ark’s construction. Speak as little as
You have to!” He growled firmly. “Just get
It done simply and fast! Go!”

At once the Golden Lion Man beside
Him departed…vanishing by their advanced
Mental training and psychic powers…
He would visit the leader of the 13
Ancient Masters, Astopheles…A towering
Golden Lion Man in white robes…
Visiting a collection of the most
Advanced minds on the planet? He did
Not have to do or say much at all.

“Now,” BR’Riel said, “Show me this wife
Of Noah…I would like to see these…
Children of men that captured her
Interest.”

“But—“ Apollo tried to reason…

“Show me!” BR’Riel only said…
No one argued with BR’Riel…The
View screen immediately displayed
Sara as she sat in a classroom
With the six children.

It appeared to be some sort of therapy
Session she was engaged with…3 boys
On one side of her, 3 girls on the other…
Their ages ranged from 12 to 15 years
Old…sitting in seats in a circle.

“Today has everyone completed their
Assignments?” Sara asked them as
They all appeared to be only just
Settling into their exclusive meeting.

“Why do we always have to write about
Our feelings?” Japeth, a 14 year old boy asked,
With very dark skin that appeared to
Be recovering from some brutal beating;
The other boys, all of his classmates,
Endlessly tormented him because
Of his appearance.

“Because writing it down helps.” Sara
Told them.

“It’s not making my life any better.”
Ham, the youngest said,
He was 12 and very stocky in build.

“You have to trust me,” Sara said kindly.
“It will help you…”

“Is it true?” Shem asked, the
Little boy with the almond
Shaped eyes, “Is it true what
We heard. That your
Husband is building some gigantic
Boat to fill with all sorts of animals
To save the world from some
Terrible end?”

Sara politely tried to discuss the topic, “He
Is working on a project, yes.”

“So he really is building some kind of
Giant boat?” Kara asked, a pretty 14 year old
Blond girl who was just starting to show
The signs of pregnancy. “Why?”

“Does he really think the world will end?”
Japeth asked. “Why? My parents said
Our people had made contact with
Visitors from the stars? This is a time of hope?”

“The rulers can’t agree on anything.” Shem
Laughed. “They probably made it up to
Win the elections…”

“We are getting off topic here.” Sara smiled.
“This is about you…not world affairs.”

“I want my baby to meet the Star People.”
Kinthia said with a silly grin, as she rubbed
Her very pregnant belly.

“How can you sit there smiling like that?” Kara
Snapped at her as she sat to her left. “There
You are 15 years old…your parents threw
You out for getting pregnant by sleeping
With your Temple’s high priest!”

Kinthia could only blindly smile with pride.
“He chose me because I am special.” She
Said stroking her belly with her long brown
Hair. “His seed is a gift…Look at me, I
Think I may be having twins I am so big!”

Kara curled her lip in disgust. “You are
Stupid. He didn’t choose you because you’re
Special. He chose you because he is an
Over-sexed old pervert, he chases all the
Girls our age…He talks about virtue and
One-ness with God…so he can have sex
With you. Then you get pregnant and your
Pious parents throw you out! You are stupid!”
Kara started getting angry as she typically
Did. “Look at me, I did not have a choice…
My father gave me to the local merchant
Overseer…for the materials he needed to
Fix his boat! All our parents are selfish
And stupid! All they care about are themselves…”
She pointed to the young 12 year old
Amber haired girl beside her. “Look at Lora,
Have you been listening to what those group
Of boys from the military academy did to her?
She was assaulted, Kinthia! And what
Do her overzealous parents do? Out of
Shame they throw her out and call her
A whore!”

“My parents would have loved that.” Shem
Said. “With all the orgies at our Temple
They revere the youngest for sex.”

“Our religion teaches us that we have to wait
For a holy union.” Ham said quietly.

“Holy Union?” Kara laughed. “Your Temple?
They speak in tongues! For marriage,
They wait until you are at least 18 and
Your name is called…Then they randomly
Pick tiles from a giant urn…and that’s
Your holy union? They are on drugs, Ham!”

“We always take potions and herbs
At our Temple.” Japeth said.
“That’s how we see the spirits and follow
Our guides, that’s how we know what to
Do.”

“They are drugged out of their minds!”
Kara protested. “All of our parents
Are delusional with these weird beliefs!
And we pay for it! Can you imagine
If we were in Lemuria with all those
Snake cults and sacrifices there?
No wonder we have so many Lemurian
Immigrants! The people there are disturbed!”

“The high priest gave me a gift.” Kinthia
Said, rubbing her belly. “My baby is special.”

“You’re stupid, Kinthia!” Kara only said.

“Children please.” Sara said… “You need to
Understand…self-respect, self-worth…”

“What is there to believe in?” Ham said
Quietly. “We are outcasts…Our parents only
Want perfect children. The other children
Will only play with us if we all believe
The same thing.”

“That’s because we have no rights as
Children.” Kara said. “We are possessions,
Not people, not until we are older…”

“Why did I have to be born this way?” Shem
Cried. “They keep telling me everywhere
I go I look…abnormal…That the gods
Punished my parents with me…Why do
People say that?”

“Because they are all stupid!” Kara said.
“The whole world is stupid. They, our
Parents, pretend to have the answers,
And they don’t! All they do is repeat
The same stories their parents told them.
No one questions anything because it’s
Too hard for them to think.”

“I just want to be normal.” Japeth
Said looking down. “I want to be like everyone
Else.”

“Children please,” Sara begged. “You need to
Listen to me, you are all worth more than
This. There is nothing wrong with being
Different…People just don’t understand.”

“They make up anything they want for
A religion as long as it makes them
Feel good or guilty.” Kara snapped. “No one
Thinks at all.”

Sara held her head…It was frustrating
Trying to get them to listen…Each were
From such different families, such different
Religions…She was fortunate to have
Gathered these few to talk…Most of
The abused children ran away and fell
Victim to worse circumstances…She turned
To Lora, the last of the little group who
Had not spoken… “Lora, did you have
Anything to say?”

The little girl looked wide-eyes, scared and
Far away…numb and sad. “I just want
To be some place safe. I do not want to
Be here. I do not want to be anywhere.”

On the Watcher’s ship, BR’Riel commanded
The view screen forward…He had seen
Enough of the scene…To see children
So young speak that way disturbed him…
Perhaps because for all the long years of
His life, he had so rarely seen children…
Then to see them talk of such problems
Was appalling, as it should be to
Anyone of higher morals…For it to seem
Common to anyone was horrifying.

All of those on the bridge watched as
The view screen displayed Sara and
Noah sitting on their bed that
Night preparing for sleep.

She was frustrated. Noah was exhausted
From the heavy labors he suffered from
Laying out timbers all day following
The schematics he had drawn out
For the ark…The more he worked the
Harder it seemed, building this ark
Was an impossible task!

“I noticed more animals in the yard today.”
Sara yawned. “Where are you finding
The time to gather these animals? I
Have not seen so many since I was
A little girl…The wild goats, the deer…”

Noah hesitated to answer. “Heaven is
Sending them.”

“What?” Sara asked.

“God is sending them to me,” Noah
Yawned as he put on his nightshirt and
Climbed into bed.

Sara laughed. “God is sending YOU these
Animals to save on this boat?”

“Yes.” He yawned quietly.

“Then God has forgotten a few…” She
Laughed, climbing into bed beside him. “All
Of the animals gathering themselves in
The yard are females, my husband. God
Only wants you to save the females? This
Great plan to save the animals…only
The females? I’m not arguing the pleasant
Idea…but…how will they survive if they
Cannot reproduce? They cannot reproduce
Without males and females…”

“They can if they are all pregnant.”
He said softly, closing his eyes.

She sat up with surprise. “What?”

“They’re pregnant.” Noah said. “They carry
The seeds of new life inside them.”

She scowled, gestured in frustration. “How?
How are you supposed to build this
Enormous boat for these animals…And
Now you tell me God is sending you
Pregnant mothers to save? You are supposed
To do this so fast? That is absurd.”

“It will happen.” He said, ignoring her words.

“This calamity is coming that fast?”
Sara asked. “For you to do this?”

“Yes.”

Frustration filled her mind, and yet
Some intuitive sense of fear did as well.
What if it were true? Just what if?
Something deep and strong filled her
Heart…and though she could not
Explain why, she began to believe him…
She thought of the children that she
Counseled, of the young girls…They
Were pregnant too…something strange
Was going on. “Noah?”

“Yes?”

“Do you expect me to go with you on
This boat?” Sara asked.

“Of course.”

“Then I want to bring the children
With me.” She said with sudden conviction.

“What?!” He sat up, then stared at her.

“I want to bring the children.”

“This ark is for the animals, for us.”
He said. “I was told nothing about
Anything else.”

She looked at him intensely. “They did
Not ask for this life, they did not ask
To be born…No one does…Nor did they
Deserve to be cast out. You want to save
The animals, I want to save the children.”

“I cannot go against God’s orders!”

“And what orders were they?” Sara
Asked.

“To save the animals,” Noah gestured,
“The pregnant mothers, me, my family,
That is all.”

“The young girls I counsel,” Sara stared
At him with strange horror, “They
Are pregnant…”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sara was growing
Scared.

“I cannot—“

“What?” Sara snapped, then yelled.
“Because you are afraid of being a father?
Of repeating the abuse that you
Suffered by your family? Now let me
Tell you something, Noah…If this ark
Is to be a vessel to save life then you
Will allow me to take these children
With us…We will teach them better
Ways…or I am not going with you!”

“Sara!” He protested.

“You will put them on that boat, Noah!”
Sara shouted. “Or I am not going at all!”

The compromise was made then…
Sara would take the children, and
Noah the animals…He fought her
Some, but could not deny her
Passion to protect as well…Still, he
Had the monumental undertaking
To build this great ark…

By dawn’s early light…Noah would
Find his answer fulfilled. Astopheles,
The infamous Elder of the Temple
Of the Ancient Masters came to
Visit Noah…with the sudden and
Miraculous offer to assist in the
Construction of the Ark…Refined,
Built and designed by the greatest
Skilled Ancient Masters and all the
Talent and supplies they had…
Very rapidly a powerfully and perfectly
Constructed ark was built
…Almost as if a Higher Power
Had given him the hands to do it.

On the Watcher’s ship they watched on their view
Screen, as if it were but some brief movie
Or documentary on television like we know…They
Watched on the bridge…as Astopheles and
His students of the Temple built the Ark
With Noah nearby assembling the numbers of
Animals that kept coming and coming…

Noah had asked the Ancient Master why
He had suddenly appeared to offer this assistance,
But he gave only a simple answer… “I was asked
To help.” That’s all he would ever say. Was it
A miracle? Everything just seemed to be happening
On its own…guided, gracefully with great
Humility. And Astopheles did not ask about
The ark…or about finding a place to board it
For his safety or the temple…He seemed to have
His own concerns to worry about…
In fact he was secretly making preparations
For 13 secret crystal skulls to be put in
Order for the days to come…but that’s another
Story.

On the bridge they watched as Noah
Gradually loaded the large rectangular ark with
The animals…They just kept coming…
Some in pairs, occasionally a trio…of
Various kinds of wild sheep, elk, deer and
Buffalo…the first wild horses and giraffes…
The gentle herbivores came first very quietly,
Most came softly in the twilight and night
Time hours, as they were so afraid of men
And those that hunted them for pleasure, sport
Or food, or for their skins or hooves or horns…
All the wild animals had been decimated
This way as people sought them out for
Their body parts to use for potions or adornments…
What were animals good for anyway? Few
Understood this.

Then came the greater beasts, the rhinos and
Hippos and wild boars…until they were
Settled…

Then again by night, and the softer daylight hours
The greater predators came…The saber tooth cats,
Like lions and tigers and some with spots…
Then smaller hunters such as the dire
Wolves, the foxes, badgers, the smaller cats
And raccoons and weasels…and then of
Course the Bears…But at that time there
Was but one species of bear on Earth…it was
Large and somewhat short faced with a golden thick
Brown coat and massive paws, they were quite
Intimidating.

All were mothers of course…pregnant with the rarest
Of large litters…Frightened and scared, mysteriously
Guided to this foreign human metropolis secretly
To hide in this big box-like boat…guided by
A song only the animals could hear…soft
And sweet and loving. A voice that re-assured
Them they needed to go, that they would
Not be harmed, but saved…and taken to a
Better place where they could be free, and have
Their babies free…

And almost comically all the while the tiniest
Of animals came…The mice and the rats, the
Chipmunks, hamsters, rabbits and squirrels…
Scurrying into the ark to hide in the cracks
And crevices…Busily building nests and stashes
And hordes of seeds and nuts from ALL the
Trees and shrubs and berry bushes and
Fruit trees…to serve as their food supply…
And quite conveniently as a seed supply
For all the green things…so that one day
When the ark was done with its purpose
All those stores of seeds and nuts could
Also be spread across a barren land to
Start things fresh with things to grow. How
Funny that it was the tiniest of
Animals that unknowingly found this great
Purpose…Almost as if everything on that
Ark was a well-rounded supply for the
New world. Good planning I guess.

But on the Watcher’s bridge something
Was wrong…Ceres watched the view screen
Nervously, her eyes noting every animal that
She had called and sung to…

Vala saw her frustration. “What’s wrong?”

Ceres grew more frustrated. “The elephants,”
She said, “The Mastodons, where are they?”
She rushed to the panel to scan for them,
Then found them still in their herds to
The North. “They aren’t coming, why aren’t
They coming?”

“How much time do you have left to
Gather them?” BR’Riel asked her.

“I don’t know.” Ceres moaned with worry.
“I have to fix this, I have to get them,
I have to see why they aren’t coming.”
Without hesitation she found her projection
Crystals, and with the Lion Man guard under
The guarded projection light she went to
The Northern forests and plains where the
First wild elephants roamed, giant and woolly
In small family bands.

She went to the first herd she had marked
That held the female carrying twins. The
Gentle giants swayed nervously but accepted
Ceres’s presence unlike any other. She sent her
Mind to the great mother she had marked to
Speak to her…then she understood, she knew.
They didn’t want to leave their herds! These
Elephants, although massive and beastly looking
Were no common animal. They were sensitive,
Smart and loyal…and unconditionally loyal
To their kind. She tried to sway the Mother’s
Thoughts, but the great elephant would not move.

Ceres was so moved! How sweet their minds were
Behind those ferocious rumbles and trumpeting
Calls they made. They were so devoted, they
Would not move from their herds!

She went to the Mother, who allowed her to
Come so close…and looked into her great wise and
Kind eyes. “Oh please you must listen to me,”
She told the elephant, “Something very bad is
Coming…I know how much you love your family
But you have to come. I just want to protect
You and your babies. You’re going to have two little
Elephants, don’t you want them to be safe?”

But the Mother elephant only let out nervous
Rumbles and cries…Ceres sensed it, she didn’t
Want to leave the others behind.

Oh Ceres began to cry! The emotions that
Poured from the Mother elephant…The nervous
Cries from the others! They all knew something
Terrible was coming, they all knew and sensed it!
The feelings were overwhelming…The anxiety, the
Pain…the feeling of being left behind and loved.

Ceres begged her, “Please come, please.” She
Said, stroking her trunk. And with every
Bit of strength within her she began to sing
Silently to the elephants…She promised, she
Swore to protect the Mother elephant and
Her babies…that they would be safe, and loved,
That no one would hunt them…They would go to
A new place. Oh how she wished she could take
Them all, but they only had enough space for
A few. It destroyed her inside. To pick and
Choose which ones to save, to talk to! They were
All scared and hurting and worthy of saving…
But she had no choice. “Please come, please?”
Ceres cried, tears streaming down her face. “For
Your babies to give them a chance? Please come…”

But the elephants would not move. Desperate,
She visited the other herds nearby, only
To find the same reaction. The elephants
Would not leave their herds, the mothers
Wouldn’t move!

She panicked, she didn’t know what to do.
Ceres prayed, she cried, she reached out
With her mind and sang the most desperate
Song pleading for them to listen, to understand.
“Please come, I’m not trying to pick and
Choose whose best, I just want you to live,
I want your babies to live! Please come!”

But the elephants wouldn’t move. She had
No choice but to return to the ship, to the
Bridge, devastated and in tears…She had failed,
It may have seemed like she had lost the
Elephants, but to her she had lost
Everything…They were so sensitive and devoted!
She had never seen such loyalty in an
Animal…Oh how people could learn from these
Animals! That love should be unconditional
Was absolute…Yet she was NOT trying
To pick and choose with conditions, it was
Beyond that…There was a higher purpose
Here, If only they could understand.

As she stood on the bridge, Vala at her
Side to console her…Even Apollo expressed
Great sympathy…As did the great BR’Riel
And the Lion Men…but then the Lion Men
Knew the nature of animals, this did not
Surprise them.

Then it happened…A miracle…As if by
Some light beyond reach, something touched
The elephants…Then Apollo pointed to the
View screen. “Look!”

The elephants…The elephants were coming!
Four mothers suddenly left their herds and
Suddenly began making the trek to the ark.
Those great elephant Matriarchs, some things never change.

Ceres cried and touched her lips. Oh God she
Wanted to kiss them. “Thank you!” She
Cried out as she wept, “Thank you!” She
Stepped forward and sang to them…to
Encourage and guide them…She turned
To BR’Riel crying. “They’re coming! The
Elephants are coming!”

Then the Lion Men were grinning and
Even the great BR’Riel grinned and cried.

Vala held her sister, “You see…I knew
You could do it.”

Apollo turned to her, even his eyes were wet.
“You can shout at me all you want…
You are amazing…This is something that
Will not be forgotten.”

But all Ceres could say and cry was,
“They’re coming. The elephants are coming.”

They watched for hours as the elephants
Came and then arrived at the ark…Just as
Sara was bringing the children with their
Bundles and supplies to the ark as well…
It was a sight to see.

The timing of events was of little distraction
Compared to what miracles were filling
The ark then. It had truly come to fruition,
The gathering of the animals of different
Kinds, pregnant no less…And then the
Nervous wayward coming of Sara with
The children who came more out of
Curiosity then anything…

Then once the assembly was complete…as
Darkness plagued the land with wind and
Rain and snow…It began.

The countries of the world broke into
Chaos from fear of the signs in the
Skies and the land. The desperate,
Panicked cries of fanatics and false
Faith healers…The martial law of
Governments committing crimes on their
Own people…Explosions, pure chaos…
And rain, darkness…sleet and snow…

Then the dark shadow fell…of the
Unseen force coming…Descending upon the
Earth…All hell broke loose…

Cities warred upon cities, civil wars,
Looting…riots…complete chaos…
And the invasion came amid this,
For the Harvest…To reap those abroad,
Anyone in view…

They watched in horror on the Bridge
As this awful Descent fell upon the
Earth…Then the Ships came…
The Great Triangle Ships…The Darkness
Fell everywhere.

Apollo went to his panel to view the readings,
His eyes bulged with great alarm.
“They’re targeting the Ark!”

Ceres boiled with rage… “Like Hell They Are!”

Valiant

Note from Valiant:
This post is NOT a Doomsday post.
This is just “about the Animals”!

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=81035

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Time Machine…

*song* “One More Chance” by Alias
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQYKov0Uhx8

The Manner of distractions has worked
Far too well…no bell, no sound of alarm
Could crack the thick blinders, eyes
And minds that most of the world are set
On now…But then, most people should
Be able to see that.
The point is, it’s too late for reason…
The data streams are changing daily now,
Too fast, along with the weather.

Whether the eyes above knew this would
Happen, time can only tell…Fate is fate
After all…Don’t bother trying to change their
Minds…Just pray you find the right ones…
In time…

The Circle came quick…Light, blinding light…
There were whispers amid the haze,
Nothing was clear at first…just the light…
Voices came through first, his voice…
“Listen and write carefully…no need to feed
The minds with details and too many descriptions,”
Varence said, “It’s the words that matter
Now…not the stories.”

Her voice. “Everything is changing fast.
This should not have happened. It’s
Much sooner than expected.” Ceres said.
“Corrections will have to be made now.”

“But the stories, you said I had to
Tell those stories.”

“No, there’s no time for that kind of
Storytelling now,” Varence said. “Just the
Words we give you,” he said kindly. “Believe
Me it’s better this way.”

“But I can’t see anything clearly, why?
Everything is blurry. The Light is so strong.”

“There’s a reason for that.” Ceres said kindly.
“Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s the connection.”

“Now listen carefully,” Varence instructed.
“Follow the words carefully…listen, just
Listen, and write them down. It will make
Sense later.”

Fuzzy images of their forms moved about.
There were 4 of them. Can’t quite make
Them out…1 is clearly Ceres, the golden
Blond hair and red dress…

“Hello, how are you?” His voice…Brishan
Said kindly…His blurry form seemed to sit
Down in front of me. I’m here. We’re
Still here…it’s just the light is changing…
In you…that’s how we are able to make
The connection.”

“I don’t get it.”

His voice, the echo was strange, as though
It came before the sound. “That’s right.”
Brishan said, he was smiling. I could
Tell, a little laugh too. “That’s good, that’s
Right. Now listen, we’re going to talk you
Through it this time…rather than bring
Out the story.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

Another voice, her form, the echo First…
“The Data Streams changed abruptly,”
Rana said, “There was no time to prepare…
It has to be this way.”

“What?”

A hazy hand held up. I swear I must
Need eye drops. “The planet is changing
On its own now. It’s sick of the
Noise. The poison was far worse than we
Thought. The planet is reacting to this
And made its own corrections. It sent a
Call to another planet in another galaxy…
For Help, For Advice. The two planets
Share similar dilemmas…Or, at least
Once did. The other planet…purged
The problem.”

“What? That means it called for a
Cleansing, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” Brishan said flatly. “That’s exactly
What it means.”

“But that can’t happen. I saw the future…
That city, the people…”

“Anything can happen, Bill.” Brishan
Said kindly. “Anything is possible. You
Saw a city…with people, yes…Did you
See where they came from? Or how?
The outcome can still be the same, but
The spanse between and the details can
Change any time. That’s the manner
Of a Time Machine…it tends to leave
Out details.”

“So what is this, then?”

“No story, just details.” Brishan said.
“Call it a conversation exchange. In time…
We hope things will calm down and the
Stories will resume…but for now, we will
Simply…discuss a few things.”

“There’s hardly reason, or justice for that.”
Ceres said sharply. Her form, she was
Standing off to the side.

Her voice echoed forward, the roar in it…
“I’ve seen enough of this. We all have.”
Rana said. Her voice was stronger than
Before, more commanding. “Discuss a few
Things? Ha! What for? Are there
Minds there? Some yes, but you have
Yet to reach far. And the ones you
Touch may listen well…but who will listen
To them? What would you have them do,
Be your voice. Your arm, your foot, where
You can not reach? You tell them
Things plainly, and they over analyze.”
She turned to me, although blurry
I could feel her heavy golden eyes.
“And what would have him do, Brishan?
Tell them what? Hope? You said it
Plainly…The words were put plainly…
The planet is moving, the axis will
Continue to shift…The original calculations
Saw it at 12 degrees. It is much
Worse now.”

Brishan stood to face her, it was a
Blurry, hazy stand off…yet still it managed
To be imposing. “Watch what you say!”

“Or what?” Rana returned ferociously.
“You are not protecting him by speaking
Kindly…This must be said right. Just
Say it. Those fools down there were
Given golden opportunities and yet
So many saw it as a challenge. You
Dared to flush out a few toxic spirits
And what you found were hordes of
Raving monsters…whining and complaining
Over nothing…nothing but pointless
Selfish rants…impaled on them
By idiots who plotted to divide
Them all along, misled to believe by a
…chosen one? He was chosen…as a
Pawn for their Cabal nothing more.
Spill those secrets and you will have a
Hellish cauldron boiling over even more…

What they did not count on…What they
Did not see…is that the planet itself
Was aware of this all along…Tap
Dancing on a rock…They are flittering
Candles on a vessel of life…The egos
They have are so huge it’s revolting…”

“Rana, please…” Brishan said.

“NO,” Ceres stepped in. “Let her finish…
I like her way with words.” She smiled,
I could feel it.

The echo to her voice came first…
“They ignore the signs, the planet…
The weather…The stars could change,
Would they notice? Why most of
Them don’t even know what’s in the
Back of their homes, in the grass, in
The trees…Nature has been misplaced
For far too long. Time to fix that…
And if too many are distracted to
Notice, that’s too bad.”

“How bad is it, really?”

Rana paused…She was cautious, I could
Feel that, they were always talking
So carefully now. “I wish I could tell
You better, but I can’t…The planet
Is reacting to the surface. It’s projecting
At least a 19 degree shift now, possibly
21…No science can change that,
Only a powerful spirit can. And
Clearly no idiot, though there are
Plenty of those down there.
There must be a time of silence
And peace to calm that down, can’t
You see that? That is the only way.
The best land date was chosen
To survive an extinction level event.
A business type mind was required
For this, not some hideously corrupt
Cabal. And certainly no madmen
Out to orate to the masses…But if
They want to reject that, fine…All
Other options will be rejected. And the
Planet will simply start over. They
Need to start accepting that the old ways
Are over, they were not working…And
If they won’t see that, then…Nature,
Mother Nature will change the
World…and all worlds…just like the
Story said.

“You knew this all along, then?”

Hesitation. There was some unsteadiness
To the light, a pulse. Rana’s voice echoed
First. She had an intense presence. “We
Knew…we knew the picture, but the
Details were not clear. Do you understand
This? There were so many hostile
Corruptions made, it was ludicrous…One
After the other…You can not play with
Time this way. There are consequences to
Be had. Have you not seen those that
Gave in to darkness now, is it clear yet? Do
Good spirits behave this way?”

“No one will believe that. They only want
To argue here. There are some I have found
Who sense it…but they are few
And far between and they suffer from the
Beating of listening to so much garbage
Here. A lot of people want better.”

“Want?” Brishan asked. “Want…How many
Want, take, have without asking? Is
There wisdom here, Bill?”

“We are all living in Babylon…in Soddom
And Gommorah…and Atlantis here, right
Now…And everywhere there is
A communist of virtue crying justice!
You are wrong and I am
Right…There is no listening being
Done…spare a few, my ears could fall
Off before I had a fair moment aside
From this notebook…It’s deafening…
What they really want…is Flesh,
Pleasure, indulgence…Pride and luxury
Over others…and laugh at others when
They fall…if they don’t take
A picture or video of it with their
Cell phones first…What they really
Want is all of your attention and
Screw everyone else.”

“Is it so much to ask for simpler
Truer things?” Rana’s voice echoed. “What
Do they expect to find…Eden in space?
Do you honestly think anyone would
Offer that now?”

“Some want Paradise. Some live it and
Breathe it. Some are kind and good
And listen always. Some of the Best people
I have known had the hardest lives…

“But Paradise can still happen,
Bill,” Rana’s voice echoed. “If they want
It, it’s there for them…you make
Paradise…It does not fall from the sky
Or find you…You build it…and then
You protect it…” She paused…A
Moment of heaviness. “To each their
Own paradise…and then respect it…that
Is NOT what is happening and the
Planet is responding to it.”

“There has to be something to hope for.
Something to make it happen?”

More silence. That was annoying.
“There is.” Brishan said.

“What is it then?”

“A miracle.” He said slowly.

“Huh?”

Some movement…Ceres stepped closer. “Do
You remember when I asked you to
Tell the story of Noah? That you
Had to tell it right then and
There?”

“Yes.”

“The timing had to be just right.”
Ceres said, then turned to snap, “Shut up
Varence. Not a word about the timing!”
Then she recomposed herself and
Spoke slowly and softly. “I told you…
We told you…how I was here to watch
The animals? That in dire times when
A species risks extinction…then, at that
Moment we are granted, allowed to take
Specimens to maintain their survival
In our Paladium?”

“Yes.”

“When the Mammoths fell,” Ceres said
Almost choking on the words. “We were
Not able to take specimens. So we lost
Them…We were NOT told why…But
We lost them…”

“What?”

“And now,” Ceres went on softly… “Here
You have a chance…One more chance…
And you MUST DO THIS NOW…
You must…you must tell them…
Because in Russia, they are bringing
The Mammoths back…”

“I think I’ve heard this…”

“No, listen carefully,” Ceres said sternly.
“This is a chance for all the world
Right now…to show what they really
Are…what they believe in…by
Devoting their time and care…to open
Their hearts to pray that they bring
The Mammoths back…and find peace
In this…What a joyful time
It would be…wouldn’t it bring tears
To the eyes of all the world if they
Could see little baby Mammoths
Come back and be born again…
One more chance? Can you ask
Them that?

Just ask them to take a moment to
Think about it…how it would feel…
To see those little mammoths? Now
THAT could change the world…
Especially right now.”

“But it hasn’t happened yet.”

“But they could make it happen
If more people came together and
Believed and hoped and prayed.”
Ceres said. “The Earth would respond
To that. Nature would respond to
That…But if they don’t…

Mother Nature knows…She can
Sense this coming…and she will
Explode violently…Nothing is going
To hurt those babies, Nothing…An\
Ice Age will come…but she will
Be kinder with this offer from
Those who have stolen them from
Her…”

Rana’s voice echoed angrily. “Now
Tell those idiots complaining nonsense
To shut their mouths and pray in
Peace and silence. Enough of this
Garbage…They are destroying this
Rare opportunity with this insane
Noise…There are fantastic
Opportunities here…a new era…Yes,
Planet changes will come…not
Everyone will be happy at all…But
Nature has earned the right for this
Rare gift…Do NOT take it from her.”

“Please tell them to think about it.”
Ceres said. “Believe it…The news will
Come…of the Baby Mammoths being
Born…2019…It will enchant the world
When they come.”

Valiant Thor.

PS: Note from Brishan…check
The Date of the Noah’s Ark story…
You may want to reread it…

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=80578

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 5AUG2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (5 August 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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