Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 29DEC2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (29 December 2018) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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 Sandman…The Gift…Part 1…

A Circle of Light and dancing lines,
The light to guide the way…
Then down through the stars
A fractured line re-aligns, and All worlds
Fold into this one…to tell a story.

1539 Nuremburg, Germany
In a small farming village just outside
Of the city.

A small caravan of six covered,
Box-like wagons made its way through

The German countryside under twilight
As a full moon rose in a stormy sky.
But there was something strange and
Different about this April moon as
It shined brightly in that early Spring.
It was bigger than normal and cast
An ominous color tinted a shade of
Red, a blood moon.

Villagers had seen this caravan before.
They were travelers, swarthy-looking
Foreigners from the South,
Seeking change and trade. Few knew
Them very well as they kept mainly
To themselves, inspiring rumors and
Gossip this way…it was far easier
To gossip than ask; it was a
Modern world then. The Strangers
Traded exotic merchandise from
Distant lands acquired on their
Journey…and entertained locals
Wherever they went with mystic charms
And fortune telling. Some called
Them trouble makers as they were
Rather head strong and camped
Where they wanted, rather rudely…
But others saw them as free spirits
Chasing opportunity, but more or
Less, they became known as gypsies.

Baja, the leader of his brothers and
Cousins and their families led the
Caravan…and parked it in an open
Meadow of a goat farmer, (he did
Not know) then set up a circled
Camp and fire pit as the moon
Grew higher and redder in the night
Sky. His family whispered and
Gawked at the sight…something
Strange was in the air. Signs and
Senses were highly important to
His people, they paid attention to
Everything.

Baja’s wife Raya was the mystic,
And midwife…well known to her
People as being the most gifted
Fortune teller and seer. She read
Palms, and tea leaves…and patterns,
And knew the secret arts of the
Far east…of sacred lines and
Geometry, the ways of seasons and
The stars…and of nature. Frauds
Hated her, because they could not lie
To her…which made Baja a very
Proud husband!

As the men set up camp, and
The children ran and played, the
Wives prepared meals and laundry
And beds. The ways of men and
Women were tedious then, but oddly
Comforting for them. Raya and her
Eldest daughter Mira sat cozily
In their covered wagon, at a small
Table where they opened boxes of
Cards and stones and runes to
Read. The blood moon had Raya
Anxious.

“Tell me, Mother,” Mira, her sweet
Olive-skinned daughter asked as she
Pulled her long dark hair loose
From braids to admire it. “What
Do you see in the moon tonight?
Is it a darkness, is it a warning?”

“No,” Raya said, as she stared into
A large yellowish oval crystal;
A rare large Beryl, her favorite.
“Something special this night, not
Dark…” She gazed deep with
Big painted eyes into the crystal,
Her mind was feverishly wild and
Grew more excited. “Someone is
Coming.”

“Who?” Mira paused, staring at her.

“I see a man, a tall man,” Raya
Answered almost in a trance… “I
Can’t see his face, but he is pale
Like the locals…but he is not of
Them…He is a traveler like us, but
He is not like us…”

“Tall?” Mira laughed. “He is clearly
Not a local then…All the men here
Are so short.”

Raya stared further into the crystal,
Then rose and moved to leave the
Wagon. “I must go now.”

“Where are you going now?” Mira asked.
“What about the meal?”

But Raya said nothing and only
Continued to climb out of the wagon
To seemingly wander off in the
Direction of the nearby woods. Mira
Knew better than to disturb her
Mother, she was consumed by a
Vision. Then Raya went and
Stood between two towering fir trees
Staring up intently into the dark
Branches…an owl cried out. She
Turned sharply back with her eyes
To the moon, waiting.

Minutes passed, and she stood calmly
Waiting…staring at the moon; it was
Quite red now. Every sight and sound
Caught her ears no matter how dark
It was. There was absolutely no
Sign of anything nearby…
Nothing. Then suddenly…

“Hello…” A very calm but strong man’s
Voice said from behind her.

She turned to the woods. There,
Maybe twelve feet away stood
This very tall built man in dark
Clothes staring at her. He was
Pale, handsome with chiseled features,
With light hair and eyes…
An expression on his face that
Was confident, yet kind, fearless
And powerful. “I saw you coming.”
Raya said.

“I thought you might.” He calmly
Answered.

His words were perfect to her language,
No accent. But…she couldn’t be sure
In the dark, did his lips move? His
Clothes were like nothing she
Had ever seen, the tailoring…even
In the night they appeared so sharply
Made. The sight of his stance, his
Attire made her shiver slightly.

“Do not be afraid.” He said.
“I’ve just come to ask you
Something.”

What could a man like this ask?
She wondered. He had to be some
Wealthy landowner, a royal perhaps,
A prince maybe? “What could you
Ask of me? Who are you?”

“They call me Apollo.” He smiled
Very proudly, almost with a laugh. “It
Is just a small thing I have to ask.”

Raya tilted her head at him. The
More she stood with him the more
Intensely her senses worked. (And he
Wouldn’t allow that for long) Her skin
Tingled…her mind began to race;
And race…and race. This man was
Different, yes, this man was VERY
DIFFERENT. Yes, FEW would ever see
This man. “Where do you come from?”
She dared to ask.

Apollo smiled slowly, staring
Strongly at her…then he raised
His right arm up and pointed
To the sky, to the stars.

Raya froze and gasped. Stunned.
She knew he wasn’t lying. She
Just knew, there was no doubt,
None at all.

“Do you see that star?” Apollo
Said pointing near the moon. “The
Small one there, blinking?” And
As he pointed and she watched, the
Star began to move. “That is
Where I come from…”

Raya nearly choked at his words…
At the gesture, at the sight of
The star moving slowly across the sky.
“How did you do that?”

Apollo just kept smiling with a simple
Laugh. “It doesn’t matter.” He put his
Arm down and began to walk
Around her in a circle. “That’s all
You need to see and hear.”

Raya nodded. Yes, that was more
Than enough. This was definitely
One of her most overwhelming
Experiences; the most ever.
“What do you have to ask?”

Apollo paused beside her, stared at
The moon and then to her. “Tomorrow
A young woman from the village
Will come to you with a friend…
Her name is Anna Frikova…I
Want you to tell her YES.”

“Yes?” Raya asked with nearly a laugh.
“That is all? That is all you
Have to ask me?”

“Yes, that’s all?” Apollo said still smiling.

“You would ask me nothing else?” Raya
Asked strangely.

“You will understand why.” Apollo
Said.

“But why would you ask me such
A simple thing?” Raya replied.
“Surely I could have done
That on my own.”

“You would not have done this
Had I not asked.” Apollo said.
“Had I not come, you would have
Not been willing to see her tomorrow.
Now you will. And now you will
Tell her Yes.”

“Because then tomorrow If I had
Not seen you…” Raya understood.
“I would have turned her away.”

“Yes.” Apollo said…He nodded, she
Understood.

“You made this great effort
For such a small thing…” Raya
Said with wonder… “It is that
Important?”

“Often times it is the smallest thing
Which matters most.” Apollo said.
“Do you understand the message
Here…in regards to things?”

Raya nodded once, a noble smile. “Yes
I do.”

Apollo smiled, very content, at her. “Good
Then. Thank you.” Then he began to walk
Away into the dark woods…very casually
As if nothing bothered him at all.

“Wait.” Raya called to him. “Am I
Allowed to ask…”

“Things have to happen for a reason.” Apollo
Said as he paused, but he only slightly
Turned his head back to her. “There is
Not always an explanation offered…”

“Will I…” She began to ask.

“This is your part. That is all.” Apollo
Said. He did not apologize.

Then Raya calmly nodded, though her
Mind was working wildly…she understood
The nature of thing as a seer, as
A fortune teller… Sometimes the
More you explain, it creates too much
Unnecessary reaction. She knew the
Way to speak carefully.

Apollo thought for a moment, then looked
Down and sighed. “Time is a mysterious
Thing…There is often more hope in not
Knowing…”

Raya nodded humbly. “So true.”

“In about 500 years…” Apollo reluctantly
Told her… “A balance will be precious.”

Then before she could raise her eyes
To him…The mystery man seemed to
Take one step into the woods and
Vanish.

Raya returned to the camp, to her
Wagon and withdrew from everyone that
Night. She did not eat, she did not
Gaze into crystals or read the cards
Or runes…She simply went to bed
And quietly laid there thinking and
Barely slept.

The following day, she awoke, achy but
Active. But the camp was chaotic.
The children were overactive and loud.
The men were grumpy and overate…
Late to do chores…The women moved
Slowly and talked too much…Things
Seemed off, it was one of those days.
But Raya was very much alert.

As the day progressed, things only grew
More hectic. Everyone was sloppy with chores,
The horses got loose and ran off.
The dogs got into a terrible fight
And bit one of the small children…
And her nephew ruined all of his
Fathers weed for smoking and
Infuriated everyone; well, all the adults.
By nightfall, no one was in the
Mood to do anything but relax…
And yet, the locals came. The
Villagers had caught sight
Of their wagons the day before
And gossip spread fast; gossip always
Spread fast.

The young people came first to their
Circle wagons…requesting
Fortunes. And when the men turned them
Away, the teenagers grew angry
And nasty…making demands or
Else. They were called names, liars,
Thieves…selfish, evil…all for turning
Them away. A hostile relationship
Began to grow this way. And the gypsies
Started cursing the Germans for behaving
So rudely, and more rumors spread;
Guess who they believed.

Baja was the most irate, he was a
Very outspoken man and did not
Hesitate to share his opinions. He
Did not care what the locals assumed
Or expected…his people did NOT have
To entertain anyone for their whims.

And Mira was much like her father,
She spat some foul words here and
There…especially at the village girls.
She did not mind, however, flirting
With and teasing the boys.

But Raya remembered
The mysterious stranger and his words
All too well…she kept watch for
Two young women to appear; she just
Knew they couldn’t have been the
Young teenagers, she just knew. And
When finally, a pair of shy village
Women did appear…whispering
Nervously to each other as they
Approached the gypsy wagons…She
Took a deep breath and moved to
Intercept her husband before he
Dismissed them or said anything
Harsh.

Mira sneered and tried to sway her
Mother from seeing them. “Mother, why
Do you wish to see them? You know
All they ever want is the same
Thing…Who will I marry? Will
He be the one I want…will I
Be rich? That’s all they ever ask!”
It was the modern world, Mira had
Seen and heard it all in her young
Life in her travels; the 1500s were
So promising.

Raya just patted her daughter with
A laugh. “Let me decide please. It’s
My time to waste or not.” So, Mira rolled
Her eyes and went to steal some wine
And smoke with her father and uncles.

The two shy young village women
Froze at the sight of this worldly
Exotic looking middle-aged woman
Who approached them…with her painted
Eyes and shiny jewelry and fancy colored
Dress. The woman showed her upper chest in
Public and wore ear rings-they had
Never seen such boldness! They huddled
Together holding hands and whispered
To each other if they should run.

Raya stopped before them and eyed
Them both back and forth carefully.
One was big-eyed and made strange
Expressions…as if to say…I came
Here by accident on purpose…The
Other was very pretty but kept her
Eyes low and moved slow. So sweet
And kind, the softest way about her;
That had to be Anna. Raya smiled
At them both, then focused on the
Shyer one with the blond hair pulled
Back so tightly from her face. “Hello Anna.”

The girls looked at each other in
Shock and shook. Their jaws dropped,
Wordless! How? These people really
Were mystical! “You know us?” Anna’s
Friend with the curly brown hair asked, hopeful.
“I knew you would come.” Raya said
Trying to seem mysterious. Inside
However, she was nervous and so curious
At the same time. “Please come to my wagon,
And we can sit and talk for a while. Alright?”

The girls nodded with growing excitement
And followed the exotic woman to the
Rear of her covered wagon and they
Each climbed the steps in. Raya
Waved for them to sit at the little
Wooden stools around her tiny round
Table with a thick yellowish candle
Lit on it. “Please,” Raya told them
Gently, “Just breathe and be calm. It
Is better that we should talk that way,
As friends. Do you see?” She took
Out her favorite large crystal, the
Yellow Beryl, and set it on the table
Before them. She wanted to know as
Much as possible, and this crystal was
Her best to use.

“Can you really see the future?” The
Big bright-eyed girl with the curly brown
Hair, in the green dress, asked
Fast, with hope.

“Marta, please…” Anna said quietly
To her friend, “Don’t be so pushy.”

“Oh Anna, Stop!” Marta told her, “You’re
Already engaged to be married this month.
It’s my turn, it’s about me.” She turned
Fast to the gypsy woman. “Please can
You tell me…Will I be married soon?
Will he be handsome? Will he be very
Rich? Will it be Frederic, the blacksmith’s
Son? He is very handsome. I want a
Handsome husband to love me. But I
Want a rich husband too. To love
Me. I need these things. These
Things are very important. I do
Not want some husband like Ollie,
The pig farmer. He is awful. All the
Girls will laugh at me.”

“Marta!” Anna exclaimed. “So rude
To say that! Ollie is a nice man.”

“But you are already engaged Anna.”
Marta whined. “It is my turn now.
Mine! Edith and Mila are married.
I need a husband now. Can you
Tell me,” Marta begged to the gypsy
Woman, “Can you find me a rich
Husband? Can you make him love me?”

“Marta!” Anna pleaded with her friend
In disbelief, how bad it must have
Looked.

“Oh Please,” Marta begged. “Just tell me.
Men are stupid. How can I get a rich
Man to love me?”

Raya tried to keep a calm sincere
Kind expression; however impossible
It was. “Marta…just be calm.
You know men are not that stupid,
They notice things. I’m sure you
Will have a good husband, just calm
Down.”

“But I’m a wonderful person.” Marta
Said. “I have lots to offer. I want a
Rich husband. I need one now.”

“We will see. OK?” Raya told her.

“Oh, you know! Please just tell me!”
Marta insisted.

“Let me look…” Raya said gazing
Into her crystal… “I see…Anna…”

“Anna?” Marta grew anxious and angry.
“No, me…why Anna? She has a husband.”

“Marta!” Anna begged.

“No!” Marta shouted. “It’s my turn!”
Then she cried and stormed out.

“I am so sorry.” Anna said to the
Gypsy woman. “Please understand,
She is not normally like that.”

Raya smiled, that was hard to imagine.
“I would have talked to her had
She been calmer…”

“She really wants a husband badly.”
Anna explained.

“She has to be calmer. In times like that,
It is better for both to wait.” Raya
Then explained. “There are many reasons
To find a husband Anna…But you
Found one…or rather, you found each
Other.”

“Yes, Helmut was very sweet.”
Anna said quietly with a warm
Smile. “I was surprised but
Happy.”

“The best attitude about love…is just
To know.” Raya told her. “Don’t push things.”

Anna smiled humbly and nodded.

“Now…how about you?” Raya asked
Her, rather excited and curious. “Is
There something I can see for you?”

“Oh No No No.” Anna said. “I’m all right.
Marta talked me into coming. She will
Be very mad at me if I ask.”

“Let’s not worry about that.” Raya smiled.
“Please…let me look. Ask.”

“Well,” Anna said, “I’ve always wanted
A baby…A baby with Helmut would
Be so nice…” She paused and stared up
And out the back of the wagon
At the stormy sky and the moon.
“But I’m afraid…”

“Afraid?” Raya asked. “It’s normal to
Be scared to be a Mother for the first
Time…”

“It’s not that.” Anna said staring at
The stars wondering.

“What is it then, ask me?” Raya said.

Anna turned to her slowly, hesitating
To find the right words. She was hopeful,
But her eyes were full of fear as well.
“Will I have a healthy baby?
Will my baby be…special?”

Raya didn’t have to look into the
Crystal to answer…It all became more
Clear then. Such a sweet person, with a
Nice way about her. Her senses went wild…
As she slowly said… “Yes.”

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=114072

Invited to a healing session on the ship Blaze

I am Arachanaï

Ship Blaze – password Helix

Here I am again. I promised I would do some more blogs in the year 2018, but it seems I got a bit overwhelmed with all the things I was doing and ended up not doing much about this blog. I could say as a New Year resolution that in 2019 I spent some more time on my blog… but I am not sure if I able to, also because of my chronic illness that sometimes make me very tired and not able to do anything. Not even my art.

But yesterday it was my second day of having the crystal again with me, that I also haven’t touched for a while. I came out of a deep dream that I was trying to remember, it was still in the middle of the night. I am frustrated that I didn’t remember the dream so I…

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Refuge

Ben Naga

REFUGE

I take refuge in the spirit that surrounds me
I take refuge in the spirit within me
I take refuge in the path I am travelling
I take refuge in my companions on the path

I take refuge in the spirit that surrounds me
I take refuge in the spirit within me
I take refuge in the path I am travelling
I take refuge in my companions on the path

I take refuge in the spirit that surrounds me
I take refuge in the spirit within me
I take refuge in the path I am travelling
I take refuge in my companions on the path

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…the Maze…

The Voice of Higher mind through
Dreams and stolen solemn moments
To guide…through a maze of the
Present, built by a past so broad
It’s impossible to decipher, save for
Those that recorded it…and shared only
What they wanted.

So, build the impossible maze, in the
Only impossible way…by a masterful
Mind…digital. For ages before it was
Scrolls and paper and tablets kept
By independent societies that only
Shred glimpses to gain power.
Interlopers that found secrets were
Silenced, or employed and drafted…
Only to steer the future stronger.

Now the modern world finds the maze
Through Artificial mind and devices…
But why would they share glimpses
Unless all has been seen, done and
Found. Share the maze to see who
Can sight truth from lies,
Or rather ages of concepts and
Opinions.

The future is uncertain, but for
The astrologer and seer it is both
Condemned and hopeful. Kings, Queens
And rulers have always known this…

And religion, in all its diversity, is above
All the most steadfast with hope
By faith.

Now the maze…through the mind
Can traverse with logic. But you can
Not move through it without passion or
Instinct.

Everyone wants something different, no
One answer can solve it, but inspiration
Will fuel the Fire to move, and
That is priceless.

If everyone is fundamentally still
Pursuing their own answer and path,
Then globalism has no place in a
World in turmoil until there is peace
And happiness in every home and
Country.

There must be boundaries, and walls
And gates…or nothing is learned
Or appreciated.

A world of wonders and potential
Lay in wait at worthy effort in the
Maze…For the willing. But it’s still
About decisions.

Perhaps the makers that shared it in
Digital form desperately worried…Are
They ready for it? And to make it
Even more tricky, the hitch? Anything
Can be changed in the push of a button.

Peace. Instinct. Intuition. Inspiration…
There’s always a path to take…
Criticism will destroy you…
Those that push their way into
Your life you do not have to accept
Them…they’re sure not there to make
It easier…

The maze in some way will
Always be there…
Time will always move…
No one is spared from obstacles, aside
From the ignorant…
The only true thing to accept
Is a mortal form, and its reflection.

God does exist!
And the Devil has no power over Him!

Please enjoy the Holidays!
Thank you.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=113662

DreamFlights, Ads, and Contact – Reviving the Site

Hi Everyone, Happy Almost Winter Solstice!

After once again forgetting to set my intention to join DreamFlights last night (despite the recurring reminder on my phone – argh.), I have a few thoughts I’d like to share, and I’d love to know your opinions.

First, about the DreamFlights. We started planning these dream-meetings years ago – gosh, was it 2011 or 2012? – and it’s a wonderful way to connect and share our experiences of meeting friends and guides on ships. I confess I haven’t practiced this for a few years now. Life set other priorities and I got side-tracked. I’d like to get it going again, but am struggling with the Wednesday night thing.

What do you guys think of moving the DreamFlight night to Saturday nights?

Please offer feedback in the comments section. For myself, it’d be easier to remember, and to relax before bedtime, and I’ll have more time to wake gradually in the morning and make notes on experiences. Please let me know in the comments section if Saturdays would work for you.

Second, about ads on the Spirit Train Chronicles site. This morning I visited the site without being logged in to WP, and was shocked at the number and nature of ads that WordPress is running on the site.

I’m contemplating upgrading the site to a business account. That would eliminate the WP-generated ads, and make for a cleaner experience. To offset the monthly cost of this, I will look into running Amazon affiliate stuff, and selective ad placement.

If you have any concerns over this please let me know. I’ll probably make this switch in the next week.

Lastly, is anyone out there familiar with the CE-5 protocols, and are you interested in practicing them as a group? I’ve met several folks here in Atlanta who use the CE-5 meditation created by Dr. Steven Greer, and they’ve had some encouraging results! I’m going to try to get those friends to visit Spirit Train Chronicles and connect with us here.

Although I’m pretty sure Greer’s practice is copyrighted and we might not be able to run any CE-5 events here (official ones, at least, and y’all know how I am about copyright violation – not gonna do it…), his guided meditations are very similar to practices we’ve shared here on STC, so I’d like to explore possibilities. It might simply be a matter of going back through older posts and resurrecting some meditations from there.

So again, feedback please!

Lastly, keep an eye out for a new look for our Spirit Train Chronicles. We haven’t changed the look since inception, and WP has some great newer templates that I’m gonna play around with a bit. I’ll try to keep the tweaks minor, and look for an option that’s easy to use, but will probably change the top menu to focus on the most-used pages and posts. That may take me a while to get around to.

On a personal note to @saucernut2, (and anyone else who’s been following the DreamFlights thread and wondering where everyone went…) thank you for hanging in there! I will try to spend a little more time on your questions, and we can explore in more detail what you’ve been trying, and what’s worked or not.

BTW the feature image for this post is a photoshopped layering and adjustment of a UFO image (“possible small space debris”) taken from the ISS, and a microscopic image of snow crystals. Pretty cool reflection of our inter-dimensionality, eh?

Cheers to you all! I, as one northern-hemisphere dweller, am really looking forward to getting our longer days back! Will try to restrain my jealousy for y’all in the Far South ;D

Please send me some good juju for reviving this practice and finding the time and energy to become more involved. 2019 is slated as the year of rebirth, and I’m sure looking forward to that!

Namaste,

(image: modified and layered images from wikimedia commons: NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, & “Snow Crystals”, Unknown author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons)

many ways to get there

As I work to revive my blogging habit, I’m struck by the changes in my life since 2011. That’s nothing new, really. Looking back over years’ worth of posts would drive home lessons about impermanence for anyone. But I’m starting to see something more in the traces of paths left in the sand.

I used to think my life – my spiritual path – was like the golden squiggle in the photo above: meandering, but getting there. Now, five years later, it looks more like the other loops. The ones that lunge off the page and loop back on themselves, circling ’round and ’round. Maybe even running backwards. Or stubbing off into dead ends. Half-visible.

Reaching back into the 2000’s (what do we call those years now – the “aughts”, or “naughts”?), reveals an even more tangled trajectory.

The traces make the path more interesting.

They show me that no matter how I’m getting there, no matter what route I undertake with vigor, or simply fail to choose, it still feels like progress. It’s just a new and different set of lessons.

In 2015 I still clung delightedly yet desperately to my guides via pendulum and chart. They helped me divine everything from what to eat next, to when to get in the car and drive away. I documented the minutiae of hyper-vivid dreams, pored over channeled words, coaxed meaning from them as if they drew the map of my future and chronicled my past.

And they did. I believed that, like I believed breathing air kept me alive. And it was no mistake.

But after my first concussion in 2016, things changed.

I was so busy adjusting to the differences in my brain and body, I didn’t have the time or energy to think about what was happening in alternate dimensions or universes. I lived in the evident and material. Survived. Healed the body. At that point, when a few things didn’t go the way I wanted… and then a few more things went downright badly… there was no point in whipping the pendulum chart out of my back pocket. I didn’t have the time. It was a slingshot roller-coaster.

My territory became uncharted. I didn’t want to see a chart, because I didn’t need any more decoy “advice” to teach me another lesson or two. Without a map, I gave up the driving part and decided to sit back in coach. Watch the scenery.

Thankfully, my guides adapted. They shut up and let me rest.

Instead of staying up until 2am writing a post or channeling sketches of alternate universes, then waking up at 5am to do my prayers, now I sit back, drift off to sleep, and let my shrine get dusty. I arrive at work late. Instead of sitting, pen in hand, waiting for dramatic revelations and stimulating verbal sparring in the evenings, I just go to bed and wake up the next morning (thankfully) to see what the day will bring. Instead of me trying to get my guides to show their hands, I just follow along.

It’s easier, yet harder. Easy when I let go, hard when I let guilt or self-doubt get a foothold on the running board.

My guides are in charge now, more than ever before, simply because I’ve abdicated. For the time being. Maybe that’s faith. That conclusion sounds good, and it’s reasonable. I spent years building a foundation of faith. The Crew more than proved their presence to me. Of course they’re not going to abandon me just because my brain works differently now.

But inside the silence lingers a faint after-taste of guilt. Subtle as a mote of dust tickling my nostril, and just as annoying. If I focus on the quiet too much, it feels like I’m not giving life my “all”. Because I used to do so much more.

I’ve been sick a lot this year, and lately I’ve been thinking about how, ten years ago, perceiving the threat of chronic illness, I sat for hours meditating, willing my guides to heal me. Nowadays I catch myself wondering whether I’m cursing myself, by not sitting on the cushion every chance I get.

What bullshit. Haven’t I learned anything?

So I remind myself, with a modicum of confidence: whatever the destination, there are many ways to get there. Not only many routes to take, but also countless way to travel them.

And it doesn’t seem to matter what I think the goal is, in my life at least. It changes daily, and there’s no way I could keep up with it.

With guidance and protection, even pain and uncertainty can become gifts. Being forced to release spiritual ambition lets me sleep better at night.

So I’m getting to see it first-hand: it really must be about the journey, after all. And letting go.

 

(image, modified & cropped) Image Science and Analysis Laboratory, NASA-Johnson Space Center. “The Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth.” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 22DEC2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (22 December 2018) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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.

happiness on sale!

Happiness On Sale! The prices for 21 Steps To Happiness and the companion Coloring Book have been reduced on Amazon, just in time for holiday gift-giving!

These books offer a wonderful introduction to Buddhism, especially for young folks. They present classic Lamrim meditations – the path to Enlightenment – in modern Western terms. The cheerful illustrations give examples of how to put the lessons into practice, in our everyday lives.

Please visit Amazon to have a look inside, or purchase a copy for a loved one – yourself, maybe!

Wishing blissfully happy holidays to everyone!

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 15DEC2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (15 December 2018) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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 Sandman…The Ice Cream Truck…

What shapes us? For some, it seems
We are born deep down knowing who
We are…and for others, it is the
Events and circumstances in our lives
That make us who we are…Or
Maybe it is a mixture of both.

On a playground, in a park, in the
Late 70’s…it was a Sunday afternoon
Where a few families had gathered
After church services for casual
Socializing and snacks.
The adults were more rigid with their
Behavior, as they had to
Maintain proper behavior casually to
Demonstrate how good they were even outside
Of church clothes. But for the kids,
It was a bit more loose, as they
Got to run and play on the park’s
Recreational sets…as far away from
The adults as possible.

But being that it was a weekend,
And a Sunday meant that there
Were other families and other
Children around as well. A little
Intimidating for church kids, and very
Entertaining for more free-wheeling
Other youths. Kids always have to
Prove themselves…and there are always
The weak and the strong…and the
Older kids and the younger ones; in
Other words, the younger have the
Immediate disadvantage.

First, the older kids ran amuck,
Taking over everything…establishing
Regional hierarchy, leaving the younger
Ones to the sandbox and toddler
Stuff with toys. It was a jungle…
Parents only conveniently payed attention
To their sweet angels, kids will be
Kids…Let them play, it’s all
Harmless life lessons. Adult issues
Are always far more important,
As long as they are walking and
Talking…the kids are okay. If any
Damage is done, they will sort it out
Later, pat it on the back…a standard,
Set of printed hand-manual
Advice…and you move on. It’s always
In those moments when parents aren’t
Looking that things happen, then
They laugh and don’t believe it;
The golden rule, the unspoken rule.

So, after the teenagers grew tired
Of the swings and jungle gyms for the ball
Field, the younger kids moved in…And
The second hierarchy begins…Fast, loud ones
First…Quiet ones last. Dominance,
Popularity, it’s always there and never
Goes away.

But off to the side, lingering in
The sandbox, playing with some animal
Toys, was a little chubby white boy and a
Larger (same age) chubby black boy;
Both were quiet and had barely
Talked much so far. But the
Little black boy kept watching the
Little white boy, he really liked the
Toys he had. “I really like your
Animals.” He said.

And the little white boy was so
Happy he talked to him that he
Picked one up and gave it to him.
No one ever talked to him,
They never asked him questions…
They just pointed, laughed, judged…
He had a lisp, he was afraid to talk.
Kids, adults were vicious with criticism,
Ruthless. You had a speech impediment…
You were stupid, you were retarded back
Then, that’s it.

“For me?” The little black boy asked.

“Ah huh.” The little white boy nodded.

“Thanks.” The little black boy said happily
With big eyes. “Can I play with it?
I won’t break it.”

“Keep it.” The little white boy smiled.

“Really?” The little black boy asked.
“How come?”

“Just keep it.” The little white boy
Said with a lisp. “You can have it.”

“Thanks!” The little black boy said.
“I don’t have many toys. Only what
My older brothers and sisters had. We have
To share everything.” The two of them
Played with the little plastic animals
In the sand…and the little black
Boy grew happier with big happy eyes
And said. “You don’t talk much. I’m
Joe.”

“Jeff. They don’t like it when I talk.”

“Why?” Joe asked.

“They say I sound stupid.” Jeff
Said. “I talk funny. Stupid.”

“I don’t think so.” Joe said. “A little
Funny. But that’s ok…No one
Talks to me either.”

‘How come?” Jeff asked.

“The other kids are scared of me.”
Joe answered. “At home, I’m always
In the way.” (Joe, and his family,
At the time, were the 1st black family
In town.)

“I don’t think so.” Jeff said. “I think
You’re fun.”

“We should be friends then.” Joe said.
“Other kids, people…they’re so mean.
We should be friends. Ok?”

“Yeah! OK!” Jeff smiled. And that
Was his first friend ever.

“When I grow up, “I’m gonna have
A place and get far away from people.”
Joe said. “Get far away from everyone.
Just me and my animals. People are
Always so mean.”

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded.

“People talk too much.” Joe said. “I swear
One day, they’re gonna be so mean
And noisy, God is gonna make
Them all shut up and go away.
Then it can just be quiet people
Like us, and the animals. No mean
People. No more mean kids.”

“I hope so.” Jeff said. “Do you
Really think so?”

“Yeah.” Joe nodded. “Pray to God.
God can do it. Make all the mean
People go away. They need to be
Quiet more. “My Dad says they
Talk too much and don’t see or
Listen enough. But he doesn’t
See me, he forgets. Parents don’t
See either.”

Jeff laughed and nodded. “Yeah, you’re
Funny.”

“You should talk more.” Joe Said as
He played with a toy giraffe. “Quiet
People should talk more, and the
Mean people talk less. My Mom says
People who talk too much don’t
Know any better. She talks a lot
Though.”

Jeff laughed and smiled. “Yeah,
Wow, you’re funny.”

Joe smiled. “Thanks. See you’re not
Stupid. You should talk more. Everyone
Talks too much. My Mom talks too much.”

Jeff laughed. “But what if I
Talked too much?”

“You won’t.” Joe said. “I will be
There to remind you.”

“Ok.” Jeff laughed.

Suddenly, the two of them looked
Up and noticed a commotion near
The ball field and tennis courts.
A very familiar truck with a bell
Had pulled into the park slowly
And all the kids raced straight
For it; almost all. “Hey look,” Joe
Said, “The Ice Cream Truck is
Here.”

“Yeah. Everyone goes crazy for ice cream.”
Jeff said.

“Yeah.” Joe said. “My Dad says that too.
He says people eat too much. Like me.
They eat too much and it makes them
Crazy. My Dad eats a lot though.”

“But you’re not crazy.” Jeff said.
“You’re fun.”

“Thanks.” Joe grinned. “I eat a lot
Though. My Dad eats a lot, but he’s
Not fat like me. He says I eat wrong.
He eats the same things as me
Though. A lot of ice cream. I love
Ice cream. Not the Ice Cream from
The Ice Cream Truck though, my
Dad says there’s something wrong with
It. Hey maybe the ice cream is
Making people crazy?”

“Maybe.” Jeff answered. He watched the
Ice Cream truck as all the kids in
The park lined up to get served; and
Some adults too, of course. Then he noticed
The long black car parked at the end of
The lot…away from the others. “That
Car is there.”

“What car?” Joe asked, looking around.

“That one.” Jeff pointed. “It’s watching
Us.” And the two of them watched
As a few kids ran up to the back
Of the car, to a half open window…
And a mysterious looking hand appeared
Handing out money to the kids. And
Then the children ran to the ice cream
Truck and bought ice cream…for a lot
Of the kids.

“Are they getting ice cream?”
Joe wondered. “For everyone?”

“Free?” Jeff wondered.

“That’s nice though.” Joe said. “Do you
Want to get some?”

“I won’t be allowed to get it.” Jeff said.

“Yeah, me either.” Joe said. “My Dad says
I eat too much. My Dad eats a
Lot though.”

“Mine too.” Jeff said.

“They sure are getting them a lot
Of free ice cream.” Joe commented as
He watched the crowd of kids grow
Around the truck. “That’s nice of them.
I hope I’m rich enough so one day
I can do that. I will buy my
Friends lots of good ice cream. Not
The mean kids though, or any
People…my parents buy a lot of
Ice cream but they aren’t rich. My
Dad loves ice cream. He eats a lot of
It. He likes chocolate, I like Vanilla.
So, I never get much. He sure eats
A lot.”

“I like Vanilla.” Jeff said. “You can
Have mine.”

“Thanks!” Joe smiled. “You can have
Mine too.” He kept watching the kids
At the ice cream truck and the long
Black car. “The car is watching them.”

“They watch everything.” Jeff said
Playing with the toy animals.

“Why?” Joe asked him.

“They just do.” Jeff answered. “They
Always do.”

Joe scowled at the car trying to
Understand. Then he
Noticed his older brothers and
Sister go to the truck, the kids
Got them free ice cream too. “Hey
My brothers and sister got ice cream
Too!”

“Maybe they will get you some!” Jeff
Said.

“No. They won’t.” Joe answered.
“They never do unless my Dad
Tells them to. But, they’re not
Supposed to do that.” He watched
The crowd of kids grow more
Rowdy as they ate. “Ice cream
Is supposed to make you happy.
They all look crazy.”

“Maybe the ice cream is making
Them crazy, like you said.” Jeff
Answered.

Joe scowled as he watched them.
“They won’t be nicer now.”

Just then, Joe’s older brothers and
Sister walked over to their little
Brother to join him and Jeff.
“You having fun with your friend
Little brother?” His oldest brother
Asked, then answered for him. “That’s
Real good little brother, real good. You
Guys play, behave and stay out of trouble!”

“How did you get that ice
Cream?” Joe asked them as
His siblings moved to the
Swing sets nearby.

“Some rich lady in that
Limousine was giving out money
For the kids to get ice cream.” His
Older brother answered as he
Swallowed bites of a chocolate covered
Square on a stick. “To be nice
I guess.”

“Oh.” Joe sighed.

“That’s not a lady.” Joe’s sister
Laughed. “That’s some old man
With make-up on and a wig.”

Joe’s brothers laughed, then the oldest
Replied. “Now why would some old
Rich guy wear make-up and a wig?”

“I don’t know.” Joe’s sister said,
Rolling her eyes. But it’s not
A woman. No woman would wear
Make-up like that.”

“How would you know?” Joe’s other
Brother laughed, “You don’t even
Wear make-up.”

“Shut up.” Joe’s sister groaned as
She ate her ice cream sandwich.

“It’s some guy in a costume…
Dressed up in a clown costume?”
Joe’s older brother laughed.
“Come on, it’s some old
Lady being nice to us poor people.”
He laughed at his sister. “She thinks
She knows everything.

“I’m telling you, that’s not a woman.”
Joe’s sister said, eyeing her brother
Strangely. “That’s a man dressed up
Like a woman.”

“Now why would a man do that?”
His older brother laughed, hanging
On the swings. “You’re crazy.”

“Shut up! I am not!” Joe’s sister
Said pointing at the black car
With a sneer. “I’m telling you, that’s
A man!”

“You’re crazy.” Joe’s brother laughed.

“NO, I’m not.” His sister said with
Wide eyes, as she hung on the
Swing, licking her fingers. “I’m
Telling you, that’s a man…dressed
Up like a woman.”

“You’re nuts.” His brothers laughed.

“NO, I’m not.” She kept insisting.
“I’m telling you, it’s a man.”

“Whatever.” His brothers laughed. “Come
On, let’s go back to the barbecue
And get some hot dogs.” And
The three of them swaggered
Away on in the direction of the
Picnic tables and the parents.
“Behave yourself, little brother.”

Joe kept watching the black car and
The ice cream truck and all the
Kids as they grew wilder. “They’re
All crazy.”

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded.

“There’s something about the ice cream
Today.” Joe wondered aloud, then
Turned to his friend. “Did you ever eat the
Ice cream from the truck?”

“No.” Jeff answered. “I never
Eat the ice cream from the truck
Unless my parents get it for me.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Joe answered.
“My Dad sure eats a lot of
Ice cream though, but not from
The truck.”

Joe and Jeff never ate the ice
Cream from the truck.
…and that day, 3 other kids
In the park didn’t either.

Valiant

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got some new sites!

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Hi Everyone!

In November 2016, after another tsunami of life-changing events, I decided to take my writing more seriously.

I founded a publishing company, Lotus Dance Press, and started a new personal site, lesleehare.net.

I’ve also got a Facebook page (please like me!), and am working on an Instagram presence.

If  you’ve enjoying reading and looking at what I’ve shared over the years here on leslee-hare.com, please hop over to one or all of those venues, and travel along with me there!

Lotus Dance Press published 21 Steps to Happiness in October 2018, and it’s now available on Amazon (or you can request it at your local bookstore). We’ve just  dropped the price, in time for holiday gift-giving!

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There’s a Coloring Book version too!

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Also in the works are a new novel, Sophia Learns to Fly (working title).

A young non-neuro-typical DNA research scientist pits her intuition and free-time obsessions against a strict research lab culture to prove that not all humans are really all-human… With a little help from her off-world friends.

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and I’m working on several more Coloring Books that I hope to publish in early 2019.

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I hope you’ll join me soon!

Best wishes for joyous holidays and a wonderful 2019!

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 8DEC2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (8 December 2018) 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 Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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.