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