What If No One’s Watching?

Hmm …

Ben Naga


The words are Ani DiFranco’s, but I made the graphoesy.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 30MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 March 2019) 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.

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 12…

After the mysterious little foreign man
Left the evening became even more
Uncomfortable. As Jon’s mother and
Grandmother cleaned up after supper,
His father paced about in frustration
Staring at his son while he sat at
The table showing his sister and
Grandfather the strange gift the
Visitor had brought him. Just what
Was going on, how could some total
Stranger come along and know what
To give Jon? Then once he could not
Hold it in any longer he froze and stood
Staring angrily at Jon. ‘Have you been
Talking to anyone? Or is this something
Left over from your time in the city?’

‘No father, honest I haven’t.’ Jon told
Him. ‘I never met anyone like that
There. I never saw anyone like that
Before. I barely got to go out. I did
Artwork and work that’s all. I wasn’t
There that long remember?’

‘Are you lying to me?’ His father

‘No!’ Jon answered, shaken by the
Need to defend himself on this.

‘Why would the boy lie?’ His
Grandfather asked. ‘It’s just a
Gift for drawing, to make some
Silly pictures, Helmut. So what?’

His father leaned in heavily towards
His son. ‘I don’t like this. This is
The strangest thing I have ever seen!’
He paused for a moment. ‘You know
You are not too old for me to mess
You up BAD, do you hear me? You had
Better not be messing around when
You have work to do, do you hear me?’

‘Helmut!’ His grandfather laughed.
‘You are making a big deal over nothing!’

Everyone watched with discomfort
Of his father’s performance, the man
Had a tendency to react in such a
Way over everything; many were scared
Of his temper. Jon was so shocked
Himself he couldn’t even find a word to
Say, he only watched and listened in

‘You take that,’ His father said pointing
To the paper and the stick, ‘And put it
Away and go to your room and don’t
Let me see it. You have real work to do.
You like to draw so much, you can do
It after everything is done while you
Sleep…Now go on get to bed.’

Jon took the paper and the little stick
And went to his room…again
Torn what to think, but relieved to
Be alone. A gift from one side by a
Total stranger, and pushed by his
Father on the other side…with a whole
Lot of assumptions in between. He had
Enough to sort out himself without
The torment of another accusation.
But still it was an intriguing evening…to
Add to the night before. There was
Nothing to do but take deep breaths
And go with each moment that came
Quietly; a true friend would have been
Priceless at that moment.

He wanted to just and draw something,
But the pressure was just too much.
A moment’s peace was preferable, so
He decided to simply go to bed a little
Early and rest…gain a chance to breathe
And pray for some silent answer through
The only outlet he had…prayers and his
Dreams, with steadfast words he said
Quietly each night…’God, give me an
Answer, Please.’

On most nights he dreamt of boring
Things, chores, the meadow or the
Occasional indulgence of a lot of
Desserts. All anyone talked about was
The amazing sweets of the holidays…
But it meant a lot in those days. On some
Nights, for no reason, he dreamt of other
Things and found guidance that way…
The mysterious dreams that came for no
Reason of things he couldn’t always
Understand…with pictures, places and
People. These were the premonitions
That often came vividly true, or warned
Him with symbolic meaning of which
Way to turn and what to notice or see.

That night the familiar man’s voice
Returned yet AGAIN with a message…
While he dreamt of a bounty of cakes.
And the man’s voice said, ‘When the
April moon is full and bright…things

Then Jon awoke in the morning with
The words haunting him. His mind
Repeated the phrase over and over,
That’s all he could remember…’The
April Moon.’ He sighed heavily, ‘Great!
Another riddlesome phrase.’ It was
A little frustrating, but at least
It was something.

Weeks went by after with things
Passing more normally, just work
And the daily ups and downs. A
Subtle relief. But Jon was still too
Nervous to attempt to draw
Anything. Finally, when the April moon
Did come he suddenly began to draw
Again…after he had forgotten all
About the pressure and the phrase and
Dreams. It was as if the secret meaning
Behind it took over on its own and
Simply reacted with what needed to
Be done.

He sketched his favorite animals
And scenes that he knew…from memory.
Only because he was only allowed to
Draw at night when everyone was
Asleep. He trained himself to do artwork
This way by the light of a candle with
No models to study in front of him.
It was an impossible challenging task,
But in time grew and grew.

More weeks went by this way, then
Months…of drawing in secret at night
When he should have been sleeping.
First, he polished his skills on animals
And then moved on to people. He
Sketched faces that he knew so
Well…with the main goal in mind to
Draw his mysterious night time
Visitors. But he kept all of the drawings
Hidden beneath his bed, hoping his
Family would never find them. Some
Of them wouldn’t mind…but his
Father and grandfather would be
Relentlessly critical without a doubt.

It became a peace to embrace in a
Time when all the world seemed as
Though it was growing crazy around
Him. The weather was constantly a
Challenge for the farm and the villagers.
People were growing edgy and hostile
Over every little thing, even the solace
Usually found in church became difficult
For many…suspicious signs filled the air.
And more and more people slowly
Began talking about the lights they
Saw in the night sky that moved at
Night, and sometimes by day.

Eventually even the tedious chatter
Of Jon’s family over dinner changed
And they talked about the village
Gossip as well. All the farmers were
Having tough times…and the stars
Moving around at night. ‘Maybe God
Is angry.’ His grandmother dared to
Say in fear to them as they sat around
The table eating.

His father was always the first to
Dismiss such things. ‘If God is angry…
It is because people have too much
Time on their hands for idle gossip
And not enough work to do.’

‘But maybe things are changing,’
His grandfather even said. ‘There
Have never been such tough times
Before, not like this. Maybe they
Are signs to consider…to move on
To other things.’

The conversation always ended that
Way, abrupt, with no confirmation…
Only unsteady looks and speculation.
It was easier to doubt others than
Oneself. No one had an answer to
Give. Simple routines and the ongoing
Mentality to maintain those routines
Kept things going. To do something
Different was too much of a risk.

Then on one fall afternoon, after
Jon was returning home with the
Goats from the meadow before harvest
Time, he saw that one of their neighbors
Was visiting with their teenage daughter.
It was the sister of the widow Heiser
Who had come to see about bartering
For some fresh milk in exchange for
Some of her preserves. She was very
Talkative and pushy…and he daughter
Even more so; Jon dreaded them on
Sight. He avoided going into the house
Until they left…

Once they were gone and the goats
Were into their pen he went into the
House only to encounter a nightmare
Scene. The family was gathered around
The kitchen table looking at Jon’s
Drawings…The woman’s daughter Eliza
Had been talking to his sister, gone into
His room for some reason and found
His drawings…taken some of his colored
Pastels and colored them all in with
Awful scribbles and destroyed them.

‘Jon,’ his grandfather laughed, ‘look
You have an admirer…She liked
Your artwork and colored your drawings
For you.’ He just laughed and laughed
About it.

His sister Freda apologized. ‘Jon,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her. She
Just kept pushing her way all around
Looking at things…when she saw
Your drawings, she just insisted they
Needed to be colored…and before I
Could stop her, she took your pastels
And started coloring them in. I’m

His grandmother and mother were
Sick about the sight, but didn’t say
Much. ‘They were beautiful drawings,
That’s such a shame. Who could do
Something like that.’

‘You see, what did I tell you about
Drawing?’ His father asked with a laugh
As he shook his head. ‘Artwork is a
Waste of time. All that time wasted. Are
You going to grow up now?’

Jon was just horrified. How could that
Happen? How can someone you don’t
Know just come along and do that…
It didn’t seem possible. And they let it
Happen, just like in the city. He couldn’t
Even speak…only look at what the
Drawings once were, and were now. All
The meaning destroyed that fast.

They didn’t understand the depths to
It all. What moves a person to create
May seem frivolous or fantasy to one…
Is measureless to the one that makes it.
But maybe it is still only a matter of
What others see. It has no value otherwise,
At least that is what he was learning.

‘Don’t look so upset.’ His grandmother
Told him. ‘You’re young, you can always
Make more.’

‘Make more?’ He fumbled the words. The
Shock just made him numb.

‘A lot of wasted time.’ His father
Just kept saying. ‘I told you that art
Is a waste of time! It’s trash now that
Is for sure. Now do some real work.
Will you ever listen?’

He took what was left of the drawings
To his room and stared at them, history
Was repeating itself in a ruthless way.
He couldn’t even recognize what they
Were, only how they were defaced.
There was a profound sense of loss
And failure to it all…he wasn’t even sure
If there was a lesson there. It was just
Paper…lines to form pictures, of
Memories, of things hidden in his mind
To capture and see a little more steadily
And clearly. And it was all destroyed by
Someone’s whim. It felt as if it was an
Impossible thing to sort out.

He decided to stop drawing then.
Maybe his father was right, maybe
It was pointless. The meaning to it
Appeared to matter less and less. He
Tossed the ruined work on the compost
Pile to rot and resolved to just do
Normal farm work like his father
Insisted and nothing more.

Harvest time came and went. The
Crops were poor, the mood around
The farm was dismal, and even more
So, in the village. Everything just
Seemed to sink. The more his work
Felt destroyed the worse things got…
Everywhere. There was an increasing
Amount of accidents around the farm…
And sudden illnesses at home and
In the village. Even the weather was
Growing worse…with stronger storms
And an early frost.

Christmas time came and then with
Less cheer. There were less goods to
Enjoy, produce had to be rationed
More carefully to last…which meant
Less to sweets for the holidays. It
Was a grim season that made the
Entire year feel more painful…
The usual festive time that
Kept people going, even
Inspired all year round…now felt
So dark, even hopeless.

And then, by the secret tradition
That only Jon knew…on Christmas
Eve night after everyone had gone
To sleep…Jon himself retired to bed.
He had almost completely forgotten
About his visitor that often came
On the holidays…There was a flash of
Light, and there she was again.

There she was again, sitting on
The foot of his bed. The beautiful
Mysterious blond woman in the
Ivory dress…But this time, he
Noticed a little more, that her
Dress was so strange looking, as if
She was wearing some kind of pants;
Or to a modern person, a uniform.
She smiled at him with kind
Sparkling eyes as she sat there
Bathed in a ring of white light.

He yawned and opened his eyes
Slowly to see her…without making
The effort to sit up. It was nice
To see her, but he was just too
Worn out to hear what he
Presumed would be another
Riddlesome message.

‘How are you Jon?’ She asked

He wanted to just laugh, and
He might have some, but wasn’t
Sure. How was he? All he could
Say was, ‘How are you?’

‘I’m fine. But how are you doing?’
She again asked carefully.

He just winced and looked away
Then back at her. It was the first
Time their visit was…strained.
‘What is it this time? Just tell
Me please.’

‘Jon, we’re friends.’ She said. ‘I’m
Just trying to help, that’s all.’

‘It’s not always easy to believe

‘Jon, please try. Please?’ She asked
Kindly and sincerely.


‘I just want you to keep going.’ She
Said. ‘Keep drawing. Please don’t
Give up. No matter what anyone says.’

‘Why?’ He asked a little defensive.
‘Why is it so important? I don’t
Understand, it’s drawing…I don’t

‘Because it’s important. It is.’ She said.

‘How?’ He laughed. ‘It doesn’t make
Any sense. There are plenty of artists
Out there. I’m nothing. They’re just
Pictures. There have to be others – ‘

‘Because you have to do it.’
She said firmly.

‘Me?’ He laughed. ‘Take a look
Around. That sounds ridiculous. How
Can it matter?’

‘It will one day.’ She replied slowly,

‘In the future…’ He said suspiciously.

‘That’s right.’ Then she held her
Head up high and smiled strongly
As to tell him by her conviction,
That the visit said so much by her
Being there. ‘That’s all that I can
Tell you is that, one day…it will.
You will see…Will you please do this
For me?’

He bit his lip fighting thoughts and
Feelings of reality versus the mystery
Of this. What held more value? Then
He pinched his eyes shut quickly
And nodded and looked at her.

‘Good.’ She smiled with content sure
She got through to him. ‘You need
To believe that…One day you WILL
Understand. And you will see me
Again.’ She sat for a little while
With him, talking…of just simple
Things, the cookies he missed that
Christmas, the pets he missed, how
The animals were doing; boring
Stuff to most people. Then she
Was gone…and he went back
To sleep, but with a bit more
Peace and inspiration this time.

Christmas Day came and went,
Nothing special. No presents, no
Extravagant meal…and very little
Dessert. But that night he dug out
What paper and charcoal sticks he
Had left and began sketching once
Again. It all returned to him very
Fast once he accepted it. And
Within a few nights the rhythm
Returned with more precise lines.

He became seized by some intense
Drive for some reason, the closer it
Grew to New Year’s…Each night
Drawing more and more, and faster…
Suddenly compelled to draw
In more intricate details and
Patterns that consumed his mind.
It was as if something unlocked
Inside him somewhere and it
Poured into the paper beyond

Then, on New Year’s Eve…on the
Coldest night of the season, he
Found himself working on images
He had never seen in his mind
Before, and it came out in such
A way, a technique no words could

The wind began to howl outside
By the sparkling light of the stars
And the dancing light and
Shadows of the candle in his
Room…A sensation filled the
Air of a warm supporting
Presence that embraced this,
Saw everything and recognized it.
His eyes became fixated then
On the flame of the candle,
Mesmerized by how it moved…

Then eyes appeared in the flame,
Happy, and blinking, watching
Him…and then a face, smiling
Full of joy and greeting. Before
He knew it, it happened so fast…
There was an immense flash of
Light behind him. And when he
Turned, a towering glowing figure
Appeared, dressed in flowing robes
With swirling lights in all colors
All around him. It was
A man with a beard, chiseled
Radiating wisdom and strength
Of the Heavens and the Universe.
He stared at Jon and seemed
To glide towards him…Jon was
In awe, it was like being in
The presence of something pure,
Powerful and divine…but
Overwhelming in the same. Before
He knew it…This man, this
Angel reached out his hand and
Stuck it straight into his forehead…
And drew pictures in his head…
Symbols, words, codes…and endless
Array of things…for 33 minutes.
Once he finished, he withdrew
His hand…and nodded once looking
Kindly but powerfully at Jon
As if to say to his mind…
‘Now you know.’

Then Jon nodded in return, but
The only word his shocked mind
Could find to say was… ‘Oh.’
There was no will then, only the
Undeniable need to do…beyond
Control, only the timely flawless response.
And Jon drew more after,
Only stronger…as if a clock
And secret had been put there
To come out when it should.

He passed out afterwards, but when
He awoke, his eyes were awake
More than ever before from then
On. Only those around him noticed
The change, for others it was as
Though they were seeing through a
Dark veil and they saw nothing
At all. Regardless, what was put
There wakes up and opens when it
Has to.

And strangely again…the next
Day another mysterious visitor came
Knocking at the door.


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our superstar, TROY [Dreamwalker444]!!!

First, I thanks to Ben Naga for having brought these remedies at this timing, and started such uplifting discoveries and conversation. This is a moment when I cannot stop questioning myself for everything I thought, did, spoke, wrote and I don’t know how to stop this kind of self-torment.  As Troy, I’m so done with such almost constant drained state. I felt being drawn to some very entangled knots, and am so tried of this madness of longing for the moment when finally getting the exit to release myself from all the mess.

May this CAKE full of the flavor of SPRING bring that uplifting and soothing energy of hope and strength to the STAR OF BIRTHDAY & ALL!!!


May the wounded/ill ones not only get healed, recovered soon, but also become stronger and stronger that we can enjoy well this lifetime together !!!



Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 11…

On the quietest night the moon was
Full and bright. The wind blew wildly
Faster and faster with clouds that rolled
High above between the tree tops and
A dark sky that seemed boundless full
Of stars…So many stars that it made
The night feel as alive as the day,
And life somehow felt so small.

There was such a heaviness in the
Air it was overwhelming, not just
Encouraging sleep but forcing it.
Jon lay in his bed lost fighting the
Urge to close his eyes as he stared
Out his window mesmerized by
The star glowing brighter and
Brighter. He blinked and squinted,
He could swear it was coming down
Closer and closer. But his mind
Fought the sense of it. No, it had to be
His imagination. A star coming
Down? He was dreaming, but he was
Awake. He felt the softness of his
Bed, his pillow, his blanket and kept
Forcing his mind to tell him that
What he was feeling was real.

And the star just kept growing
Brighter, so bright that it’s light
Began to shine outside around
The house filling the yard like
The sun in the morning…growing
More bright until it was like noon
Outside. He just could not
Understand what he was seeing.
It was so bright that it was
Literally impossible to ignore.
Then he sat up in his bed as it
Filled his room and touched
His bare feet to the floor. He
Began to feel anxious, not
Afraid…only fascinated how
This was happening.

Slowly he collected himself to
Stand, dressed only in his night
Shirt…then he walked out of
His room listening carefully for
The slightest sound. But there
Was nothing. Was anyone awake,
How could they not be? The light
Flooded into the house now through
Every window…He went to check
On his parents, grandparents and
Sister. They were all sound asleep,
All of them. He studied each of them
Carefully as they lay in their beds
As they breathed calmly and deeply,
None of them stirring in the
Slightest. The light hadn’t disturbed
Any of them. How could they not
Have been woken up by it?

Then he stood in the small family
Room that served as their kitchen
And dining area and just froze….
Thinking, feeling, taking it all in.
There was a sensation in the air
That was so peaceful and blank,
Like nothing mattered; as if the
Entire atmosphere had been
Sedated. It was almost blissful
Had it not been for his racing

Then he moved to their front
Door and slowly opened it,
Careful to be so quiet and not
Make sound; a habit he had grown
Accustomed to. And again the
Light poured into the house
Through the doorway so that
It blinded him and he had to
Hold his hand up to his face to
Cover his eyes until they could
Adjust to see. A few moments
And then he looked out and saw
The yard, the barn…

He stepped outside and again the
Feeling struck him…his eyes and
Ears, all of his senses seemed
Sharper than ever as if they were
Ignited. The sounds that he should
Have heard, the night sounds…the
Stray cry of the goats in the barn
Moving around, the shuffling of
The horses, the usual owl in the
Woods nearby…there was nothing,
Absolutely nothing, only the wind.
Then he took a step further out into
The yard and the feeling only grew
Stronger. It was so quiet, soundless…
Motionless. It felt as though the
Whole world was deeply asleep; or
Rather, knocked out.

But the light was so intense and
Blinding everywhere, brighter than
Even the daylight it seemed now.
It suddenly struck him that there
Was a pulse or a beat to it, like
The ripples in the surface of the
Water in the river he enjoyed on
Those sunny days eating his lunch
In the meadow. But this was more
Fantastic, the way it bounced and
Moved…he had never seen the
Daylight do anything like that,
He had never seen anything make
Light this way especially at night.

Instinct and the mind taking over,
He turned to the right to see it.
There, beside the house, it appeared
To be floating above the ground…
This huge shape, like two big bowls
Inverted over one another…not
Quite a ball, flatter. It was a very
Odd shape to see there, especially
Hovering like that. It lit up
Everything somehow, just glowing.
Again, he squinted studying it, he
Just could not understand what he
Was seeing. But it captivated and
Held him there so spellbound he
Could not look away.

He moved closer to see it more
Clearly. It was GOLD, it looked
Like it was made of pure gold! But
It glowed like it was on fire, or
Liquid…like the heated metal he
Had seen of the blacksmith’s irons.
And all along its sides in a well
Formed row were smaller round
Flashing lights in red and blue.
They were marvelous to see, such
Vivid colors, and the way they
Flashed and danced together. How
Bright they were, yet soft and
Warming like candlelight. It was
Just impossible not to stare at them!
The shape had no wings, no horses
Or ox to pull it…it just floated
There. He kept staring and studying
And blinking, but could not find
The words to understand the sight
Of it.

He moved closer to it and reached
Out his hand towards it. There was
A sensation of heat, a push and a
Pull all at the same time. Then
Suddenly to his left…there was a
Sound, and what appeared to be
A hole opened up in the side of
The giant floating bowl…A
Doorway? But he saw no one there.

A voice entered his head. ‘Come…’

Then he followed it and went to
The door. But as he tried to study
What he saw he suddenly felt
Lifted up, and then he was there
Standing inside. He looked around,
But again what he saw made no
Sense. Somehow everything was
Much bigger than outside? And
Standing around him were these
Four very small strange looking
Grey men. They had large heads
And large dark eyes, very slim
Bodies and spindly arms and legs.
They were built in such a way that
They didn’t seem like they could
Be alive AND move. All four of
Them just kept staring at him with
Their great big eyes…and all he
Could sense from them was this…
Joy. They were definitely excited
About something, he sensed it, they
Knew it…and he could tell they
Knew. It was a very fast exchange
Of communication unlike he had
Ever experienced.

The one in the center greeted him
First, though they all looked so
Identical that it was impossible to
Tell them apart. ‘Hello,’ the little
Grey man said, ‘It is an honor to
Meet you.’

‘An honor?’ Jon squinted at this
Strange greeting. ‘Hello.’ He
Smiled awkwardly in return.

Then the little grey man and his
Companions waved and gestured
For him to move further inside.
They were so utterly excited
About everything happening that
Jon could feel it so clearly. ‘Come,
Come…’ They kept saying to him
Without ever moving their mouths.
He could not understand how they
Were speaking this way at all.

He followed their gestures and
Moved along as they wished
Taking in everything that his
Eyes could see. The interior of
This golden bowl glowed much like
The outside only silver, and with
Many more flashing lights on the
Walls, and strange moving pictures.
He saw symbols on some of them,
And what might have been words…
And many pictures of other things,
Of maps…views of the outside,
And what appeared to be the stars. It
Was amazing, his jaw just fell wide
Open in awe.

The little grey men kept moving
Quickly about but were very careful
Not to get too close to him, in fact
They seemed strictly careful not to
Touch him in any way…It was
Almost as if they were under orders
And not allowed to for some reason.
There was this fancy looking chair
That reclined in the center with an
Even brighter light above it and
They kept pointing for him to sit in
It…and he did.

‘What is this?’ He asked them.
‘Who are you?’ But they would not
Answer, they only nodded and
Rushed about every which way
Looking at him and the moving
Pictures on the walls.

Then the first little grey man
Stepped closer to him and said,
‘We came here to check on you,
To visit you, to see you. It is a
Great honor…You are very

‘What?’ Jon was confused,

The little grey men just continued
To race about along the walls
Studying the moving pictures
While the first one watched Jon
Closely. ‘We wanted to see how
You were coming along.’

Jon’s mouth hung wide open,
He had no idea what this meant.
But as the moments passed very
Quickly he heard more and more.
They were all talking silently
Constantly…discussing plans,
Observations. They kept talking
About the time, about timing?

Then the first little grey man
Became aware that Jon was
Listening. That he could hear
Them. He leaned very close to
Jon and said silently, ‘You can
Hear me?’

‘Yes.’ Jon simply answered.

The first little grey man’s eyes
Opened so wide it appeared
They might pop out. And he
Became even more excited,
Turned to his companions with
A nod. Then quickly the others
Paused from what they were
Doing and gathered around Jon
In the chair. ‘I knew it.’ He said
To the others silently. ‘You see,
I told you.’ All of them nodded
To each other quietly, again
Sharing a growing enthusiasm
That Jon could not understand.

As their minds raced, Jon’s mind
Raced. They were talking and
Thinking so fast, all linked somehow
As one…This is how they worked,
It was clear now. And Jon could
Hear them.

Fast words, but the manner of
Their ideas Jon could not grasp.
Something about the future…A
Plan, a BIG plan…a bloodline.
Gifts, pictures, plans, dates. It was
All so much so fast. The present
And the future, always the
Future. What were they talking
About, how did they know this?

The first little grey man quickly
Became aware that Jon was
Listening and hearing too much.
Then he ordered silence among
Them, to be careful with their
Thinking…Jon heard this. Then
He turned to Jon very excited and
Said without moving his lips,
‘There are things to know now,
And things you can not…but
Will. All I can tell you is, that
You will do great things.’

A strange silence followed, the
Little grey men just seemed
To stand there staring at Jon
Observing and contemplating…
Something? They knew a lot
More than they were saying.
Jon fought to see it, but it was
Like trying to see through a wall.
But he managed to hear some
Of what they were thinking…
‘You will go…you must. It
Has already been decided, it
Has already happened.’

Jon winced, fighting to understand
What he felt and sensed from
Them. ‘What?’ He slipped to
Say out loud.

‘It’s just there in you. It will be.’
One of the other little grey men
Said to his mind. ‘The future, the
Future…The future. You see
Things, you know things. It
Is a part of you. A natural
Reaction, it just happens. It
Is very rare, but it happens…
With this Gift. A cosmic
Occurrence, only so rarely
Does it happen…in a precious
Few. It is much needed…for
The balance of cosmic
Construct…It comes very

What are these little grey men
Talking about?

Then before Jon could see further
They commented again together,
‘Do you see he is awake? I told
You it wouldn’t work. It doesn’t
Work on him.’

‘What doesn’t work?’ Jon asked

The first little grey man seemed
To almost smile. And Jon nodded
In return to them, ‘That’s right I
Can hear you.’ Then the little grey
Man resumed a more concentrated
Pose as he took a long pin-like
Instrument in his four-fingered
Hand…’Now let me check on you.
Do not worry, this has to be done.’
He told Jon as slowly, and very
Carefully, he held it to Jon’s
Neck and inserted something
Inside…and then did the same to
His ear. But it almost pained him
To do this…as if he was terrified
To touch Jon in the slightest
Wrong way.

Once this was done Jon felt a
Dizziness and became very
Tired. But somehow his mind
Still retained a consciousness
That saw and heard and remembered
Everything. Then everything
Became dim and blurry, there
Was a cascade of red and blue
Blinking lights…and the gleaming
Light of the golden floating bowl.

A man’s voice filled his head, but
In a manner that the little grey
Men could NOT hear or detect.
The voice was powerful and
Familiar. ‘Say nothing to them,
Jon, nothing. Just let it happen.
They’re watching you, and aware
Of you now. Say nothing.’
Without thinking Jon followed
The voice’s instructions and
Managed to focus his mind to
Block out the little grey men.

Dreams fell then…simple lazy
Dreams of sitting beneath the
Tree in the meadow with the
Goats…the water rushing in the
River with the sunlight on it.
Heinz and him laughing, in what
Seemed like ages ago…

Then dark dreams…of a life
Cold and grey, less green with
Less trees and lots and lots of
Buildings and so many people.
A world shaped of rocks and
Tall towers and lights and
Pictures that moved. Ages of
Faces…struggling, searching,
Lurking, waiting…A future
Of ghosts and challenges that
Made no sense at all.

Shadows and candlelight in
The dark room of the kitchen
With this man sitting in a huge
Chair by the table like a throne.
He was watching Jon, studying
Him…as if he had always been
There. He was tall with pale
Creamy hair, strongly built
With chiseled features and eyes
That burned like embers with
Wisdom and confidence of the
Ages. He seemed so casual as
He just looked at Jon. ‘You are
Very interesting. One day you
Will understand. One day.’

But Jon was so overwhelmed,
Too much so to react or speak.
He simply stood there, saw,
Felt…and remembered.

‘One day there will be an Event.’
The man said to him. ‘Nothing
Can stop it, nothing. It just will
Be, has to be. It can either be
Less or more…And it will happen
Again, know that.’ He nodded as
He looked down and around the
Room at the shadows with a
Sadness he did not understand.
‘Machines…They push too fast.
Then they will learn to walk slow.
7 went and 1 came back…And
One will go again. Remember
Those words…Think of it as…
They came to see if they were
Ready…7 went and 1 came back.’

Then the morning came. And Jon
Saw the dawn break through his
Window as any other normal
Morning. He sat up in his bed
And felt his neck. There was a
Tiny bump there moving beneath
The skin when he touched it
That was not there before. He
Swallowed deep, nervous. His
Eyes opened wide awake very
Fast as he felt it move…and all
At once it crashed upon him
That he hadn’t been dreaming
At all.

He got up slowly, hesitant to
Start the day, but proceeded
With his normal routine to cope
With his feverishly racing mind.
Then Jon dressed and went to
The kitchen for the family’s
Morning meal. But all of them
Moved so slowly…struggling
Hard to wake up. It was as if
Everyone was recovering from
A drunken sleep with their
Groggy faces and constant
Yawning and little talking. The
Family ate quietly a breakfast
Of fresh baked bread, and sausage
And eggs…then set off for the
Daily farm work without a
Thought of anything unusual at
All. Jon knew better than to ask
Anyone anything…They
Frowned on his ideas always,
But he watched and noticed

The day proceeded normally,
Just a typical day. Jon worked
Alone as always then returned
Home with the goats from the
Meadow for supper. He spent
The entire day wondering about
The night vividly trying to
Understand what happened, the
Little bump in his neck a
Constant reminder. When he sat
Down at dinner with the family
Again, just normal discussion
Followed about work that needed
To be done that week. It was
Always talk about work or food,
The two most important things
On their minds.

And then, as if precisely timed…as
The family was finishing dinner, there
Was a sound at the door…Knock Knock.
Everyone paused to look at the door.
They never had visitors at this
Hour, not so early in the week.
‘Who could that be?’ His grandfather

His father answered the door, but
In a way that no one could see;
It was hinged to swing the other way.
He greeted someone in a low voice
Politely, then stepped back and
Eyed the family with a raised
Brow…’Just a moment.’ He said
Then to the stranger. He arched
His head and stared at his son.
‘Jon, there is someone here to see you.’

The family all looked at Jon
With a peculiar confused expression…
As if they were all silently
Doubting why anyone would take
An interest in Jon. Then Jon
Went stiff and nervous and nodded
To his father and went to the door.

His father just watched his son
With an inquisitive expression;
Inside though, he was irritated, Jon
Felt it. Jon stood beside his
Father at the door to see a
Small man there with almond
Shaped eyes and tannish skin
Dressed in a brown robe. ‘May
I speak with you?’ The man
Asked. ‘Outside, just for a moment.’

Jon nodded, but looked at his
Father for approval to go outside.
He agreed, then Jon stepped out
And shut the door…He could
Not believe it…again something so
Strange. A small man, shorter
Than him but with grayer hair,
Clearly a man of some foreign
Land…was here, to see him?
‘Yes sir, can I help you?’

‘Yes,’ the man said. ‘Forgive me for
Intruding on your dinner. But
I was told to bring you
Something. ‘Then he handed Jon
Some paper and this sharp stick.
‘It’s for drawing.’ The man briefly
Explained nodding at the stick.
‘Keep it sharp and it will make
Fine lines. Draw pictures now.’
Then the man smiled, nodded
Politely and turned to quickly
Walk away, almost run without
Another word.

Jon stared at the stick with fascination.
‘For drawing?’ He just scowled
Wondering what this was about.
‘Wait,’ He called to the man. ‘Who
Are you? I don’t understand…why
Did you bring this, what do you want
Me to draw?’ But the man hurried
Off so fast he disappeared down the
Dirt road away from his house before
He could get a response. Then Jon
Just stood there silently shaking
His head and wondering what
Was going on.

His father opened the door
Suddenly, impatient to see
Himself, what this visit was about.
‘What did he want to see you for?’

Jon simply turned to his father
And told him. ‘He gave me this.’
He showed him the sharp stick
And the paper. ‘He said it’s for
Drawing…He said draw pictures

His father’s eyes opened wide with
Shock and doubt. ‘That is the
Most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
Why would he come to ask you
That, a total stranger?’ But as
His father began to turn to go
Back into the house he froze
And turned back to Jon with a
Puzzled face. ‘How did he know
That you can draw?’

Jon froze stiffly then at his
Fathers words as he looked at
Him. ‘I don’t know.’


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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 23MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (23 March 2019) 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, GLS Resolution, 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 10…

There would be signs…strange and
Elusive signs that some would notice
And others dismiss. Stars in the night
Sky would seem alive and seem to
Move both at night and by the light
Of day…

Signs in the air and elements…
The winds would roll and howl
With storms that fell out of reason
With the seasons…There was rain with
Rainbows and hail and snow when
Flowers bloomed…

Signs in nature, in the animals…
As their migrations and habits broke
Their patterns. The birds sang strange
Songs and flew clumsy and erratic
Rather in their graceful and smooth ways.

And with the farmers…Their livestock
And all beasts of burden bore weak and
Fewer offspring. Crops that should have
Set easily did not take well to the ground.
Everything was imbalance, EVERYTHING.
And everyone was noticing.

Far and wide words spread of these things
Amongst the villages. People became nervous
And anxious. They did not handle things so
Well, life was hard enough back then. The
Slightest things off balance, especially when
It came to spring set them in a worrisome
And grumbling tone with things to come. It
Wasn’t superstition, people had to think
Ahead for the year. The loss of simple things
Could shape grave misfortune for the bigger
Picture down the road. It turned a normally
Passive and kind person into a desperate and
Defensive, sometimes even hostile neighbor
Whether it was a small countryside village…
Or a denser city community.

During such times the people turned
To the churches for peace of mind. The
Traditional Sunday services were not
Enough so they sought the company of their
Village priests more often.

1558 Nuremberg, Germany

Jon’s family was particularly worried
About their farm. Their goats had produced
Far fewer kids than they hoped for, the
Cows lost their calves and their horses
Were getting old. They were in need of so
Many new things so badly…They had hoped
For a good start to the year but that didn’t
Happen, the year ahead seemed grim…but
Then it seemed grim for a lot of people. It
Was their hope to get Jon married to expand
Their family and broaden prospects for their
Future. But he fought them on this
Relentlessly. It was the one thing he
Refused to yield to and was becoming an
Ugly argument among them.

‘You must carry on the family name.’
His father insisted.

‘It is your duty for the family!’ His
Grandfather agreed. ‘We are old, the
Young do the work. That’s how things

But Jon only resisted them over and
Over. ‘I just don’t want this right now.
I don’t feel right about it. You can’t just
Plan to marry me off like I am an
Animal.’ But they refused to see his point,
He argued, they argued…it never ended.

The reality of the family varied in those
Days. In many families marriages were
Arranged and maintained in many ways
Like livestock were. It was all about family
Lines, work and productivity. Communities
Were structured to provide not just for
Themselves but also for those in the cities
As well. For the commoners, or poorer
Villagers, children were not always a
Blessing or a gift to households but more
So, a commodity of labor. The larger the
Family the more work could be done, the
More trades could be utilized…The
Smaller families produced less and were
Therefore swallowed up by the larger

But worst of all, love was not always a
Grace found in marriages but something
More precious and rare…Found in those
Brave enough to chase it. Couples were
More made by parents bartering and pairing
Their children up, and occasionally by luck
Through friendships…or by chance, the
Best and highly prized members of each
Community getting to choose who they
Wanted like a prize. How anyone was
Treated again depended greatly on each
Family’s traditional way of raising a child.

So, when Sunday came Jon’s family
Went with determination to convince
Their priest to have a good talk with their
Son. The timing couldn’t have been
Worse, the community was in no mood
To consider marriages with all the
Strange things going on. But then Jon’s
Family always did have a bad sense of
Timing. How ironic that his gift of
Intuition could have been so helpful…
But they had always been so blind and
Stubborn to appreciate it, in fact they did
Everything to suppress it.

Jon was obedient, he went along and
Listened to what he was told to do
Always. But the one thing that he
Absolutely refused to be bullied into was
Marriage or being paired up…It cast
Such a dark reminder of what he had
Lived through, and he did not want to
Do that to anyone else ever.

The Sunday service at church was more
Crowded than normal. The people
Wanted constant comfort and validation
For their efforts and prayers. In fact, they
Were more so demanding that their faith
Be rewarded during these hard times. They
Were becoming impatient to hear excuses
Of how nature was just simply hard
Sometimes. Still they went to service
Hopeful that maybe the tide would turn,
That maybe just one more prayer might
Make a difference.

Their pastor, Father Tomas, was a well
Aged grey-haired man, modestly built
With a kind face and voice. His presence
Was always reassuring even the stormiest
Days. But that Sunday he had his hands
Full, the faces of his congregation were
More sour than normal, some even hostile.
Yet despite the difficulty of standing in
Front of his people, he did so with a
Gentle demeanor that slowly calmed them
Down…an effort that few could ever

He quoted passages from the bible
As best as he could, though in truth
He found it hard to be constantly
Inspirational these days. The sermon
Started a little roughly received but
Over the course of an hour the mood
Gradually lightened and the faces he
Saw and knew so well returned to a
More passive state. It never ceased to
Amaze him how people changed on
Sundays. A crowd could be a very
Difficult thing to manage without
Careful words. But if there was ever
A day to appeal to the heart and soul
Sundays were the time to do it; once
Upon a time that is.

His final words he said with a smile
Of relief. ‘Please remember that are
All God’s children…That even in the
Darkest times he hears you. You may
Not feel it, but he is there. Sometimes
The toughest times may seem
Impossible to get through…But they
Test us and can bring out the best in us.
So that maybe one day we can look back
And say…I got through that, and it made
Me stronger and better…for you, for our
Lord…for everyone. And you can be
Proud to know what a strong soul you
Have become.’

His words were well received with
Smiles and applause. The people stood
With some relief then for the moment
And turned and looked at each other
With a little less hatred, impatience…
And more with hope and friendship.
How long that would last? Until the
Next Sunday…hopefully.

Father Tomas moved through the crowd
Then to stand at his church’s plain
Looking doors in the rear where he
Could shake hands and bid his flock
Farewell for the day. And the people
Were always oddly happy with this
Part…as if a job had been done and they
Could return to their own lives with a
Little less guilt; whatever that could be.
He did not judge this, he only smiled…
But the feelings were clearly there.

This was always a rather interesting part
As well when the church goers left. Some
Quietly left, some hurried out…While
Others had to stay just a moment to shake
Hands with the father in gratitude…and to
Share some personal words, or advice. It
Was a glimpse into their character that was
Often priceless.

Mr. Schiller and his wife were the first
To grin and see the father at the door.
He was a great big round red-faced man,
Always very friendly to everyone—and
Loud. He raised pigs at the far end of
The village…far far at the end, the smell
Tended to detract most away and gave
Him lots of space. ‘Father Tomas,’
Mr. Schiller said, ‘I have to say I loved
The service today. I really enjoyed it.
Such strange times we are having, Father.
My pigs are acting very strange…very
Very strange. Why they are squealing so
Much and making so much noise I can
Hardly get any sleep. And they are eating
So much and fighting…And their tails
Are doing the oddest things father,
Such funny little shapes they’re making.
Do you think you could come take a look?
I swear it’s the strangest thing you will
Ever see.’

‘Thank you, Mr. Schiller,’ Father Tomas
Smiled. ‘I will try, yes. These are strange
Times, and animals do notice. Thank you
For telling me.’

Then the widow Heiser came next, a
Robust woman…known as the village
Gossip. She took the Father’s hand and
Leaned close. ‘Oh Father, such a
Wonderful sermon! I loved how you spoke,
But may I offer you my advice to remind
That people sit up straighter. They really
Should take more pride in how they appear
In church. Our Lord watches you know.
And Mr. Styvenson…Oh my, I swear he
Stares at me when his wife isn’t looking.
I really think you should speak to him,
It is so inappropriate in church!’

‘Yes, Mrs. Heiser.’ Father Tomas smiled.
‘Thank you, I will do that. Please have
A good day.’

Then next came the two elderly sisters
That everyone who lived alone that
Everyone loved…Helga and Willa
Meyer. ‘Father Tomas, oh how we loved
Church today. Such strange times these
Are. Why we have been just going out of
Our minds going through our preserves
From last fall. Nearly half of our stock
Is spoiled. We think the rats got in our
Cellar and ruined everything. It’s the
Devil you know, the devil controls
All the rats and mice and evil vermin.
They’re doing this, they’re up to no
Good. They’re making all these awful
Things happen. You really must come
See. The little things don’t hide either,
They just scurry about right in front
Of you…they’re not afraid to let you see
Them, it’s just awful!’

‘Yes, thank you for telling me. I will
Do that.’ The Father smiled shaking
The sister’s hands kindly; inside sighing,
Oh, how he had heard that many times

Then Mr. Styvenson came next of course
With his wife. ‘Father,’ he said leaning
Close, ’Do you think you could speak
To that widow Heiser? That woman keeps
Staring at me. Did you see how that woman
Dresses, all the stains all over her dress?
Can she wash properly, what is wrong
With her? I mean this is church!’

‘Yes, Mr. Styvenson. I will do that.’
He smiled, then chuckled carefully to

Then the Gruber family came next.
‘Father Tomas,’ Mr. Gruber said with
His chin high. ‘Our potatoes in our
Cellar are looking mighty strange…
The ones we stored for stewing last
Fall I swear they are in the strangest
Shapes that I have ever seen! I think
It means something, could you come
See? My mother used to warn me to
Spin a potato 3 times and sprinkle it
With salt if it looks strange or it
Brings bad luck with crops…Well
I have so many strange shaped
Potatoes I will be spinning potatoes
All day!’

‘I will try to come take a look, Yes
Sir. Thank you for coming, Mr.
Gruber.’ The Father smiled.

Then Gamut Hiller pushed forward
To the Father. ‘Father Tomas,’ He
Said boldly. ‘I saw 3 black crows fly
East past my barn then circle back
And do this 4 times yesterday. On the
Day before the Sabbath! Hell is coming!
I thought you should know.’

The father’s eyes widened. ‘Why
Thank you for telling me, Mr. Hiller.
I will say extra prayers. I hope you
Enjoyed the service.’

Then Mrs. Abner came to the Father.
‘Father Tomas, I loved the sermon,
Father. But my geese have me
Worried, Father. They got out of their
Pen this week, and the poor things
Just got all excited and lost and are
Running all over and I can’t catch
Them Father, I’m an old woman,
Father I can’t catch them I can’t.
Now they ran up the hills towards
The Miller’s meadow and I asked
Little Tobias Miller to get them for
Me, Father, and he just wouldn’t
Do it, Father. He did try and caught
A few, but then he just gave up and
Left…and he left them loose, Father,
He just left. And I can’t catch them
I can’t. What am I going to do? Now
I need those geese, Father. Please
Will you ask someone to catch
Them for me?’

‘Yes, I will absolutely do that.
Don’t you worry at all. Please
Have a good day.’

Then Mr. Hoffstedder came up
To the Father. One of the tallest,
Strongest men of the community.
He always held himself well,
Dressed sharply and carried himself
So seriously that it intimidated
Almost everyone. He came up very
Close, took the Father’s hand firmly
And said…’Wonderful sermon,
Father. But I have to tell you
Something…My dogs are acting
So strange. They are shitting all over
The place…And I mean a lot of
Shit, Father, a whole lot. And their
Shit is in the strangest shapes that
I have ever seen in my life!’

And Father Tomas’s eyes widened
So much he thought they might
Pop out. ‘Thank you, Mr. Hoffstedder.
Thank you for telling me…The day
Is definitely getting stranger for
Sure. I believe I will go now, if you
Would excuse me.’

Mr. Hoffstedder leaned forward
Again, and said with a harsh
Whisper, ‘I am telling you, Father
I know my dogs very well. All
This shit they’re doing is just too
Much, it’s not normal.’

And the Father cleared his throat
And tried to compose himself…
But inside he wasn’t sure whether
He wanted to laugh or cringe. ‘Yes,
Animals do tell us a lot Mr.
Hoffstedder. Thank you, but I really
Must go. Have a good day.’

Then as the Father stepped away,
Maintaining a brave smile to
Everyone…The Gregor family came
Up to him. He knew them well,
They were a very quiet but kind
Family…very respected for their
Work in the village and rarely spoke
In church. Helmut shook the
Father’s hand and nodded to his
Son Jon beside him. ‘Father, I was
Hoping you could speak to my son.
We are considering arranging a
Marriage for him but I think he
Needs your guidance because he
Won’t listen. Would you mind?’

The Father bowed his head and
Grinned. Oh, what a day! But knew
The family…Jon was always so
Quiet. It seemed as it be a refreshing
If not interesting thing to do. ‘Of
Course.’ He agreed.

The family left with the crowd
And waited outside while Father
Tomas took Jon aside and sat him
Down for a talk in one of the pews
Off to the rear of the church by a
Shelf of lit candles. Jon held his
Head down avoiding his eyes.
‘What is bothering you, Jon?’

‘My family wants me to get married.
And I don’t want to.’ Jon shyly
Answered. ‘I just don’t feel the need to,
At least not right now.’

The Father nodded. ‘Well, there’s
Nothing wrong with that. But I
Understand how parents are.’

‘I just do not understand why.’ Jon
Told him. ‘I feel like I get pushed
Or bullied into doing everything…
But marriage is a big thing…That
Is something I won’t be pushed into.’

The Father nodded. Of all the things
That he had heard lately…this was
The most sensible thing he had heard
By far. Spoken in a genuine tone
From a quiet young man that he knew,
Yet didn’t. It said a lot. ‘Good for you,

‘What?’ Jon was confused.

‘I have seen a lot, Jon. Travelled
To many places…Priests do get to
See a bit of the world you know
Believe it or not.’ The Father
Explained modestly. ‘People assume
A man such as me pursues faith
Without seeing much, in fact men of
God see quite a lot. They just learn
To hold their tongue very well. They
See a lot of people and personalities
And struggles. And all need to benefit
From faith…and words of inspiration.
So many push so fast for things, that’s
Not always such a good thing to do
At all. It’s a great thing to see someone
Who wants to wait and take their
Time. That shows wisdom.’

Jon smiled at the Father’s words.
‘You don’t think I’m wrong then?’

The Father smiled really big at
Jon. ‘No.’ He shook his head kindly.
‘Let’s pretend that we sat and I
Lectured you about marriage to
Make your Father happy, alright?
All that I am going to ask you to do
Is to keep doing what you’re doing…
And do what you feel is right for
You. Now let’s just talk so I get
To know you better and you tell me
What’s really on your mind. How’s

They both just kept smiling, Then
Jon slowly started explaining to
The Father carefully about some of
His experiences…About his dreams
And how some came true…But
He was cautious, and did not share
Anything about his special visitors
That came sometimes at night or
Any of his family’s secrets…Just
Enough to let the Father know that
Jon was struggling with something…

And amazingly enough the Father
Was not appalled, he did not lash
Out or brand anything evil. He was
Fascinated. As it turned out the
Father had his own interest in such
Things and was a big believer in
Miracles and gifts. The talk and
Words flowed very well as if it were
Some magic moment; a good choice
And good timing.

‘You know what it sounds like to
Me, Jon?’ The Father said to him with
A gently sense of awe. ‘I have no
Idea why I want to say this, but
I will…Someone up there has a plan
For you. Probably a big plan…. that
Most just can not understand. And
It’s going to play out no matter what.
No matter who comes along. You
Can’t fight that. And I’m saying this
Because the way you speak, I know
There’s something there…There’s a
Very special plan for you…I know it
May scare you, and that’s alright.
Just take your time. Don’t let anyone
Push you…When the time comes
You will know…Because with things
Like this, nothing can stop it…It’s
One of those mysteries that has to
Unfold in its own way…and it
WILL. Don’t let anyone make you
Feel bad about it, alright?’

‘I just have this feeling, I know
People wonder…’ Jon said without
Knowing why. ‘That there is so
Much more…People say it’s either
God or the Devil…That nothing
Else exists…But when I look at
The stars, and see one move…I
See, it feels like…What if there
Is more out there, A LOT MORE…
That it isn’t just one thing or the
Other…Maybe it’s everything.
Maybe we are learning for something
Much bigger.’

The Father smiled with such enthusiasm
At Jon’s words and wonder as he touched
His shoulder with support. ‘I think so
Too.’ Then Jon’s father stepped inside
The church and waved for his son, they
Had to leave. Jon shook the Father’s
Hand farewell and Father Tomas smiled
Very content in return. Finally, he had
A talk that left him with a sense of
Satisfaction that day, that week; perhaps
In ages. He would later pray for his
Congregation to find a similar peace
Of mind.

It was a strange Sunday for so many
For sure, with broken and hidden
Meanings lost to those who could not
See or hear those moments that built
The secret story playing out. Puzzle
Pieces are rarely seen save for the
Higher hands arranging them…and it
Would only continue to build.

That night the moon was full and
Bright…and seemed almost that
It was a shade of red. A heaviness
Fell upon the evening that drew many
To bed early, so early that chores
Were left undone and meals were
Still left unfinished on tables. In
Jon’s home, his family yawned and
Climbed into bed very early, very
Very early…And when Jon himself
Climbed into bed and looked out
His window there was a star above
That kept growing brighter and
Brighter…as it kept coming down…


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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 16MAR2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (16 March 2019) 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, GLS Resolution, 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.

Image caption: Mahatma Gandhi, Portrait by Rajesh Nakar – Oil on paper

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 9…

The spring brings the new green and
The first flowers and the start of
Things…shifting from the sleep of
Winter it also brings the storms. But
The stars light the way through it all
As if knowing beyond a sense of timing
That there are things meant to be.

1558 Nuremberg, Germany

It was the family dinner night, Sunday
After church services in the small
Village farmhouse in the remote countryside.
It wasn’t anything special for Jon’s
Family…just the usual favorite of a
Hefty pork roast with gravy and dumplings
With onions and a modest berry pie for
Dessert. The family ate very quietly
Discussing plans for the farm the week
Ahead and a little gossip of the neighbors
They had seen at church. Everyone got
Along well in public always, comments
Were saved for private discussion at
Home; weak competitiveness mostly.

Jon was still haunted by the disappearance
Of Heinztel. It was something that
Gradually and painfully diminished over
Time. But the village gossip was cruel
And overly opinionated about it…Most of
It was ridiculous, regarding Heinz as lost
And confused or arrogant and too ambitious
For his own good; all from people who
Barely knew him. Yet Jon heard careful
Whispers from his peers how they had
Wished they chased the same thing. It
Was a strange mix of reasons to hear for

His sister Freda sat eating quietly, she was
The favorite…she had always been more
Fragile and sickly her whole life so she
Received a lot of attention. This always
Put more pressure on Jon, that he had to be
Better to watch over her…and as his
Father and grandfather kept reminding
Him, ‘You have too much free time on
Your hands to draw…That is not a man’s
Work. Drawing is something for girls to
Do. Men are meant for real work…We
Need to find more things for you to do
To toughen you up.’

‘Yes, Papa.’ Jon only nodded.

‘Why can’t men draw?’ His mother
Would ask. ‘There are many artists
That are men.’

‘Not in my family there aren’t.’ His
Father would say, and grandfather agree.

‘I saw the drawings by your bed that
You made,’ his grandmother said as
She swallowed large bites of her
Dumplings. ‘They looked like wagons…
Like the wagons the gypsies have.’

‘Yes, I saw them and drew them when
I was watching the goats in the meadow.’
Jon answered.

‘You saw the gypsies?’ His mother
Asked pausing from eating to stare at
Him with surprise.

‘Yes.’ Jon answered carefully.

‘You stay away from those gypsies,
Do you hear me?’ His father ordered
Coldly. ‘Those people are no good.
They are vagabonds and thieves, and
Make trouble where ever they go. I
Don’t want you talking to them!’

‘They aren’t people of God.’ His
Grandmother added sternly. She
Stood among the family as the holy
Speaker always, quoting biblical
And religious verses constantly.
‘You listen now, and stay away from

Jon’s mother just sat quietly
Avoiding all eye contact with anyone.
She had always been rather shy and
Soft spoken, or rather was forced to
Be that way. But inside she vividly
Remembered one of her braver days
As a young woman when she boldly
Went out and sought a fortune with a
Friend from a gypsy fortune teller. The
Brief visit had left her in awe…hopeful,
If not a little scared as well.

‘Just stay away from them.’ His father

‘Yes, Papa.’ Jon answered slowly, but
Then found the nerve to question.
‘But why? They don’t seem like bad
People…just different.’

‘Different is not always a good thing.’
His father said. ‘They have that
Mysticism about them, their gypsy
Magic…These things are not right in
The eyes of God. God does not want us
To do such things…or be around them.’

‘But I thought God wants us to
Learn, to learn new things to be better…
To be the best we can be for him?’
Jon asked.

‘Are you talking back to me?’ His
Father asked angrily. ‘I didn’t
Ask you to think. I told you not to
Do something…so you LISTEN.’

Jon heard but began to roll his eyes.
The thoughts and words of people,
Strangers or family…How well it
Seemed that the more he heard the
Less they knew and instead demanded.
So many people in the world locked
Into corners of beliefs…the Eden that
The bible promised seemed more like a
Riddle or a mystery, or maybe even
Non-existent. ‘I feel different…I just
Want to learn things.’

‘You feel different because you
Think too much.’ His father said.
‘All you need to know is work…the
Family and what you need to get
Done. You can think when you are
Older…You do what I tell you.’

‘But I can’t help wondering these
Things.’ Jon said to him. ‘Haven’t
You ever wondered if…there was
More? If there could be more?’

‘Work had to be done first. That’s
How life is.’ His father simply replied
As he finished eating and stood from
The table. ‘I am going to go check the
Barn and have a smoke. You finish
Your dinner and get to sleep. You have
A lot to do tomorrow.’ Then his father
And grandfather went outside together
Chuckling at the conversation dismissing
It as nonsense. They would go outside
And laugh at things then go to bed and
Repeat the same week all over again;
The same as always.

Jon sat silently thinking at the table as
His grandmother stared him down.
Then his mother smiled politely and
Excused herself as she led his sister
Away to brush her hair and ready
Themselves for bed. But his grandmother
Held this look that seemed to say a
Lot more…a secret that she was afraid
To reveal, and terrified that Jon could

A silent staring match went on for
A while between them as his grand-
Mother chewed slower and slower.
She grew more and more nervous
Until she could not take it anymore.

‘You told me once when I was little
That your mother saw things…that
She knew things…’ Jon said calmly,
His eyes fixed strongly on hers. ‘What
Happened to her?’

The soft light of the candles in the
Darkness of the evening of the room
Set a chilling mood. His grandmother’s
Face grew paler, then she froze. ‘She
Was a good woman, a woman of God.
Life was hard on her.’

Jon watched her carefully. She was
Hiding a lot, she had been hiding a
Lot for so long…But he felt stronger
With his words and feelings than ever
Before. ‘I didn’t say that…. I asked,
What happened to her?’

His grandmother thought quickly,
Careful with her words. For the first
Time her eyes on her grandson’s made
Her nervous. ‘Life was hard on her…
She had a weak heart.’

Jon held firmly onto his inner strength,
His own faith…broadened by all that
He had seen and knew. ‘I have to know…
What happened to her?’

His grandmother wiped her mouth with
A cloth napkin and sat back trying to
Appear as though she was made of iron;
Though inside she was trembling. Then
She looked at him trying to seem
Unbreakable. ‘You do not need to know
Such things. It is unimportant. You should
Pray to God for guidance and not ask
Such questions.’

Jon simply winced and laughed at her words.
For the first time he felt a sense of
Determination. All of the answers he was
Receiving from everyone were abrupt and
Made no sense…as if they were taught to
Simply repeat phrases and not waiver in
Any direction of thought. He leaned
Forwards towards his grandmother intent
On getting an answer. ‘She had visions,
Didn’t she?’

His grandmother’s eyes went wide. ‘She
Was confused.’ She answered, her voice
Cracking. ‘She saw things that confused
Her…from her dreams. That’s all. The
Voices confused her…It was the devil
Taunting her, that’s WHAT HE DOES…
But she prayed to God for help…and

‘Voices? She heard voices?’ Jon jumped
At the words. ‘You never told me that.
She saw things too, DIDN’T SHE? She
Dreamt about things before they happened?’

His grandmother grew paler. ‘It was
Nonsense!’ She said with embarrassment.
‘She was a good woman. She prayed to
God to God for forgiveness and to help
Her, and he did.’

‘Forgiveness?’ Jon nearly spat the words.
‘She was like me, wasn’t she? She saw
Things, knew things?’

His grandmother watched him with shaky
Eyes fighting for strength. ‘You need to
Pray to God to make it stop, Jon.’

‘But I can’t control it! And I do pray all
The time! You make me pray all the
Time, you have for years. And it doesn’t
Stop.’ And he did pray relentlessly…an
Endless ritual for every move, every deed,
And turn…and thought, constantly. His life
Was a daily life of nothing but prayers and
Work. ‘If she was a good woman…and I
Am not saying that she wasn’t…Then how
Could this happen to her? Why could it be
So bad? She couldn’t help it. I can’t help it.’

His grandmother straightened out the
Loose gray hair around her face and
Pulled it back to fasten it back tightly
To the knot she kept of it behind her
Head. ‘You need to pray more to make it
Stop, Jon. God does not want us to do
These things.’

Jon was growing more impatient, even
Angry at what he was hearing. Then he
Breathed hard and said, ‘What did she see?’

‘Jon…’ His grandmother answered sternly.
‘Don’t ask me these questions.’

‘Tell me!’ He nearly shouted.

She watched him and knew this time that
Her grandson would not give in. ‘You
Do not want to know.’

‘Why?’ He asked. ‘Did she see them?
She saw them, didn’t she?’

His grandmother bit her lip nervously,
Seriously worried now. Then she decided
That maybe a kinder approach was better.
She reached across the table and took his
Hands in hers and rubbed them, holding
Onto them desperately…begging him
With her eyes to hear her. ‘Now listen to
Me…You need to pray to make it stop.
It’s for your own good I’m telling you.’

‘Why?’ He asked, surprised by her
Sudden change in taking his hands in hers.
‘What happened to her?’

‘It scared her.’ She said slowly. ‘I don’t
Know why…She never said exactly.’ Then
Her eyes looked away from his to the
Shadows the candlelight was throwing
Around the room. Then she recalled
The memories that she did not want to
Remember. ‘When I was a little girl…
Sometimes I would hear my parents
Arguing late at night after supper…
When I was in bed. Even though they
Knew the children were asleep…they
Would whisper so carefully so no one
Would hear…but I would sneak out
Sometimes to listen…to watch them
Huddled together talking in the dark…’

His grandmother’s eyes began to roll
Around in different directions afraid of
What she remembered, hesitant to
Form or share words… ‘My father would
Get so angry at her for talking nonsense…
For sayings things before they happened…
My God, if anyone heard…What they
Would think? People do NOT handle these
Things well…It scares them. But she
Could not help it…and she would cry and
Cry, and whisper…praying.’

And again his grandmother paused
Fighting tears…then finally gave in
To tell him, ‘She said…she said that
She saw these…silver discs, like plates
Flying in the sky. They would come
And…she heard voices, and talked
With…something, someone that…
Told her things that frightened her.’

Jon was confused, for what he knew
Of his mysterious visitors they were
Always so kind. Yet still they only
Said so much. ‘What did they tell her?’

His grandmother shook her head then
Met his eyes almost painfully. ‘I don’t
Know…I could not hear everything…
I tried to hear, but I couldn’t. My
Father would get angry and tell her not
To tell anyone about it EVER…But I
Know it scared him too…They swore
To keep it a secret. But I think…I
Believe it was about the future.’

‘The future?’ Jon squinted at her.
‘They told her about the future…Or
She knew?’

‘Both…I think.’ She answered. Then
She watched him more sweetly, again
Hoping that he would listen. ‘Her
Mother was like this…and her mother
Before her. That much I know…
Because she asked me if I ever…that
If I Did…to pray to make it stop. It
Has always been in the family for a
Long long time.’

Jon was shocked, yet not. He always
Suspected, sensed it, felt it…But
The family fought explaining or
Discussing anything about it. ‘A boy,
Has there ever been a boy like this
In the family?’

‘No.’ His grandmother answered fast,
But then fumbled a word before
Finally saying, ‘There was…a boy,
A cousin of my mother’s that I
Heard about…But I don’t know much
About him. I only know that he was
Very quiet…and disappeared.’

‘Disappeared?’ Jon asked with alarm.
‘What do you mean he disappeared?’

‘I don’t know.’ She answered fast.
‘I don’t know.’

Jon swallowed fast and pushed
Forward, his eyes becoming heavy
And determined. ‘What happened to
Her…to your mother, and her mother?’

‘She had a weak heart.’ His grandmother
Confessed looking at him grim and
Lost. ‘The more dreams she had…the
More she saw, the weaker she became.
Until her body couldn’t take it anymore.
She had massive chest pains, it was
Awful. She kept talking all this…
Nonsense about visions…voices. Then
She died.’ She swallowed nervously,
‘That’s what killed her…the stress of
It all.’

Jon’s eyes went wide. But everything
He knew of his visitors was so…
Different. Something was seriously
Wrong with what he heard. ‘It couldn’t
Have been…’

‘That day…’ His grandmother went
On, looking far away…recalling the
Memory too clearly. ‘Over the house…
The day that she died…There was this
HUGE silver disc that hung in the sky
Over the house…Everyone saw it,
EVERYONE…The family, the
Neighbors, they came and saw it…
They all saw, they SAW. I saw it.’
She swallowed nervously again. ‘Then,
When she let out her last breath…It left.
It was like…They came for her, for
Her spirit. And they took it.’

Jon began to panic. He fought to
Remember every detail of every
Encounter that he ever had had of
His own. But there was nothing
Suggesting anything so ominous…
Yet, there was so much they kept
Secret. Secrets were all around him
His whole life. Even with his senses
He could not get everything. ‘They
Took her?’ He could only say.
‘Why? I don’t understand.’

His grandmother took a deep breath
And wiped her eyes. ‘Neither do I.
I don’t know.’ She said swallowing
Again. ‘Now do you see why this
Is no good for you? You have to
Make it stop, Jon. You have to pray
To God to make it STOP…Or this
Will kill you. And they will come for

‘You don’t know that.’ He defended
Nervously. ‘They have always been
So nice to me. Nicer than anyone else.
They would never hurt me.’

‘Maybe they don’t mean to.’ His
Grandmother responded. ‘But maybe
Normal people can not cope with
Communicating with them…where
They are from. And it takes a heavy
Toll on a person…Look what it did
To my mother, to her mother. It
Destroyed them, terrified them.’

Jon shook his head. It didn’t make
Any sense. Why would they be so
Terrified about it, all that he ever
Saw were wonderful things. Unless,
It was a future they saw coming
That terrified them…Or a much
Larger view of the world and the
Stars altogether more than they
Could understand. Now that made
Much more sense. ‘There has to
Be more.’

‘There isn’t.’ She said. ‘Now
Listen to me, you have to stop
Thinking about this. Put it out
Of your mind right now, right
Away. Ask God for help…or
It will kill you.’

Jon just shook his head. No, he
Felt something wrong and lacking
In her perception on this.

‘You can’t tell anyone about this,
Jon, not EVER.’ His grandmother
Insisted. ‘Jon, do you hear me? They
Will never understand…What will
They say, what will people believe?
What—they will call you a liar, call
You crazy? Is that what you want?
Do you want this following you
Around your whole life? Because it
Will, it will.’

Jon thought fast, the words forming
Before he could even fathom the
Full meaning…as if his intuition
Was reaching into his voice to make
The words. ‘But maybe they’re just
Looking or waiting for someone who
Could talk to them more…Or
Understand them better?’ People sure
Do jump to conclusions, Jon had
Learned that much. ‘What if there’s
Just a lot of misunderstanding
Between us and them? All this talk…
These visits…about the future?
There has to be more…This has to
Mean a lot more?’

His grandmother just shook her
Head denying it, she denied a lot
Of things. ‘No, no, no…You have
To put it out of your head, Because
I am telling you, it will kill you.
Did you hear what I told you what
It did to my mother, to her mother?
Did you hear me? I am telling you…
That this is going to kill you.’

Jon thought carefully and studied
His grandmother’s face slowly.
There was so much that had been
Hidden from him his whole life, and
Still was…It all seemed like it was
A part of some huge mysterious
Plan yet to unfold. And all that he
Knew was it would unfold, nothing
Would stop that, nothing. Then he
Simply pushed his chair back from
The table and stood up…then went
Quietly to his room and shut the door.


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