You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (13 October 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.

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (6 October 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.

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (29 September 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.

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (22 September 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.

Time, a rhythm of chance and choices.
Some say the future is not written in stone.
Stone cracks and crumbles and turns to dust
Beneath the elements, over time, maybe that’s
Why. But the past and the future
Is written in the Stars.

The Stars, echoes of the past and things to come.
Older than the Earth, Older than the Moon,
Than the Sun…
They shine brightly everywhere…

A limitless stretch of universes
Beyond one full life.
They echo everything.

All the greatest powers know this,
And the wisest respect it and
Reach for them…
Translated by opinions and
Interpretations some deny.
A bountiful reprise of knowledge
And insight…to easily get lost in.

And with respect to an abundance
Of advanced life forms…The stars
Are also one Giant gameboard,
Full of players each travelling,
Moving with varied purpose…A quest
For anything and everything. And
Earth is just a fragment reflection
Of this. Then account for multiple
Dimensions…It is infinitely mind-
Boggling. A thousand, a million
Worlds…more? Mirror dark and
Light reflections, it’s frightening.
It’s being brave just to live.

One world, one plight, with billions
Of voices…among limitless factors?
Define ego against scavengers and
Invading opponents when the
Gameboard is huge.

No, they say chase the stars
Blindly…insist for answers.
Regardless of who or what would
Respond. Hmm.

The answers are there, for everyone…
Scattered in nonsense, tidbits of
Absolute reason. They just deny it
Because it’s not what they want to
Hear or the way they want it. If
It frightens you, you need to look at it.
If it’s too good to be true, it probably
Is…sometimes, mostly. Be blindfolded and
Step through an unknown door is a good
Comparison.
Patience first, patience should always
Come first…To say you’re ready, no
One’s ever really ready. Buy a lottery
Ticket, that’s the universe.

The DarkWorld’s gameboard is a chessboard.
A powerplay…on one little world.
Beyond its will held down cautiously
By higher powers…and toyed with
By dark powers…Until it learns
Humility and becomes pretty boring,
Or a treat others can’t ignore.

The Bright and Shining inspire
For a multitude of reasons. But you
Can’t please everyone. So, they hide
Inspiration everywhere, so complicated
They don’t even know it. For everyone.

The DarkWorld hid secrets with
Noble intent once, to save minds…
But greed misguided them…
And the modern world has all the
Answers…From ancient lost civilizations
Who also presumed they knew it all.
The Ancients know it and lost it,
Too much power.
Old Kings and Queens of our past
Knew it all, had it and lost it too.
And the Modern Kings and Queens
Know it all too…so much power…
Secrets hidden in fragments…
Maybe they were all deceived, or
Rather tested by fragments…
By Higher Powers…as they do with all
Civilizations, to see who will get it right.

A puzzle piece here, a puzzle piece there…
None to share? Not for power…
Maybe it’s more like one giant puzzle…
And who’s got the important pieces…
Keep them all busy in the mean
Time…they assume a lot.
Advanced intelligence to probe without
Them knowing it…
The creative minds reveal the secrets,
For the logical mind to study. The perfect
Pair…

The chessboard…the pawns, the knights…
The bishops…The Kings and Queens, by
Blood not by choice.

Therefore, for secrets sake of the Powers…
Two chessboards…The Stage, full of
Players to see…And the real one
Concealed…yet, out in the open. The
Perfect complement to play…The
Rehearsal, and the real game.

No, the future is not written in stone.
That’s just temporary. It’s all in the
Stars. Time.

‘Time can not be shaped by massive
Force,’ Apollo says, ‘Not without
Drastic implications. An obstacle can
Be moved by a push when it impedes
A road. Tested and approved.
Time, Light and Sound shape Universes…
By gentler influences regard change.
Inspiration, devotion…Ripples in the Water
For a small pond in a giant Kingdom.

It’s a matter of preserving the whole
Kingdom, a great Kingdom…with some
Beautiful places that must be protected.
Not ONE dark world, one dark
World like any other with the potential
To be a paradise. All the answers
Were already given. It was very simply
Said.’ That’s all he said.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=107312

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (15 September 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.

And the Words return, plunging to
Tell the stories withheld for the
Mysteries…Hidden in places that eyes
Denied and were afraid to look.
There was a hum, a rattle and
Roaring sound. The light was bright
Yet dim, lifeless…underground?
He was lying on a table, his arms
And legs strapped down, drugged?
Half asleep? Powerless. “Where am I?
What is this?’ Mumbling, “Is this a subway station?”

There was a person, (a woman –
-maybe?) standing nearby. “He’s waking up.”
She nodded at something numbly, then
Leaned above. “You’re dreaming.”

‘Huh?”

There was this long needle, a
Syringe in hand, held it up, squeezed
Out a drop.

“What is that? This doesn’t feel like
A dream…”

The needle was jammed forcefully right
Right into the gut, below the belly button.
“No, Don’t! Oh GOD! What is that?”

“This is a matter of…security…”
That Person said coldly, no emotions.

Dizziness, Darkness…OUT.

No thoughts, no dreaming, just adrift,
Blindly, deeply…

“Wake, Jon.” A voice said…a confident
Female tone.

His eyes opened, he was strapped to a
Table vertically, his arms and legs firmly
Bound at the wrists and ankles,
So, they could barely wiggle.
Such a heaviness in his head, but
He was there…and his eyes shot open
Without blinking. “What is – “He mumbled.

This person was standing there in
Front of him, watching him intensely.
Slicked back dark hair, The Person had
Sharp, drastic make-up on their face…
Painted pale on olive skin…
They stood very strongly
Despite their modest, medium tall frame,
In a dark shiny suit. “Are you
Comfortable?” They asked in a way that
Sounded eerie.

He started to blink, senses coming around then
Began to feel…He looked down, something
Didn’t feel right. All that he had on were
These loose-fitting sky-blue pajama-type
Clothes, no shoes or socks. His skin felt
Airy, raw…like he had been cleaned and
Dressed by someone. And right there, he forced
His mind to stop thinking of how
That happened. He looked straight
At this person nervously.

“Do you like your clothes, Jon?”
They said with a carefree tilt of the
Head… “I like them a lot.”

“What?” He grew nervous.

OH Jon, stop it, Silly. It’s just a
DREAM, that’s all. Silly.” This person
Smiled.

“What’s going on?”

“Tell me, Jon, do you know anything
About the brain?” They asked.

“What?”

“Did you know, that a Man’s brain
Is 20% larger than a Woman’s brain, Jon?
Did you know that?” They asked playfully.
“That doesn’t seem fair, now does it, Jon?”

“What?”

“Come now Jon,” They said casually, the
Light illuminating their face of this…
Dark room like a ghost. “I know you’re
In there. Think for me please…”

He only blinked, didn’t want to speak, couldn’t.

“Fine then, I’ll do the talking.” They said
With an arched brow over dark eyes; the
Irises looked completely black. “A man’s
Brain…hardly fair for a woman. Well,
Your average woman…The women you know
Jon. Don’t you think that’s unfair, especially
Seeing how most waste their potential? Now
What if that could be…corrected?”

This person was making him more nervous
Each second… “I – “

“Don’t try to think, Jon, don’t hurt
Yourself.” They went on. “I’m talking
About evolution, Jon…A new species…
Look at me,” They said, stepping back
Proudly. “How old do you think I am?”

A nervous pause. “I don’t know. 30? Late
30’s maybe?”

They smiled amused. ‘I am 135 years
Old, Jon. 135. Now what do you think
About that?”

“What?? What are – “

“Don’t try and think about it, Jon, don’t
Hurt yourself.” They said. “You’re so
Young, and so cute…so cute. Youth is
Always wasted on the young.” They
Reached to touch his face and he shivered
Back. “What a shame. Oh well.”

“What are you – “

‘Shh, stop thinking Jon. Stop thinking.”
They said. “Don’t try and think about
It, don’t hurt yourself. You’ll only
Scare yourself. And that’s pointless, Jon.
Pointless.”

“But- “

“Now Jon, if you keep interrupting like
A child, I will only have to discipline
You. Don’t make me do that, please Jon?”
They snapped their fingers fast…and
2 giant towering Men with severe features
Dressed in black uniforms entered the
Room and stepped into the light…
Making it so that he could CLEARLY
See them.

His eyes froze on them, on their faces.
Fear truly filled him then. Their
Expressions were focused, eyes plotting. Each
Of them had to be at least 10 or 11 feet
Tall, or more.

“These are some of us.” This person said
With a smile. ‘You will learn to respect
Them.” A pause as they probed his face.
“I can see you have an idea…”

A blink, a flash. Jon turned his head
To the right. There at the side of the
Room, about 5 feet off the floor was
A small boxed window with bars in it.
Behind the bars, in another room next
To his, watching, stood…this guy. He
Had blondish, brown hair, short…A
Friendly face, but his expression was
Full of shock, worry, fear…curiosity…
And intensity, he was studying everything.
But he wasn’t like THEM…he was
Another prisoner.

“Oh him?” The person said of the guy
Behind the barred window. “Yes, I want
Him to see this, hear this.”

Jon pinched his eyes shut tight.

“Now Jon,” This person said. “Don’t hurt yourself.
Just don’t think about it. We’re going
To be great friends one day Jon. Very
Close. Trust me.”

Jon shivered, then looked again
Nervously to the guy behind the barred
Window…begging, pleading for help silently.
And the guy whispered hard, “Jon, turn
Off your emotions okay. Listen to me, please?
Box it. “Don’t think about it!”

“You!” The person pointed to the guy in
The window… “Watch.” They snapped their
Fingers to the 2 giant men. “Teach Jon.”
And then this person turned fast and
Walked quickly out of the room, watching
The guy in the window…over the loud
Clicking sounds of their high-heeled shoes.

Jon started to whimper…No further words
Why.

The guy in the window breathed hard
With panic…watching…then backed away
His eyes in a daze as he pressed himself
Back to the far wall of his room, as
Far away from THAT window as he
Could get.

But his room was different, the
Front of his room had bars on it…
Then this person in black appeared
Slowly in front of the bars to his
Room…watching him with that raised
Brow, and that slight smile. “Did
You watch that? Go watch Jeff…go
Watch!”

“What the hell is wrong with you? What
Are you?” The guy said. “My name’s not
Jeff.”

“Yes, it is Jeff.” The person said quite calmly.

“Shut up. Stop talking to me. What are you?
What is this?”

“You’re dreaming Sweetie.” This person said.
“You haven’t figured it out yet?”

There was a cry from Jon’s room.
“Oh God,” The guy moaned hearing it.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” This person
Instructed.

“Why not? I’m just a stupid little gym boy,
Remember?”

“Don’t.” This person said firmly. “You’re
Going to talk to me…”

“No, no I’m not. I’m too stupid to talk. I’m
Too stupid to do anything. I need someone
To guide me. I’m a little dumb mouse, I
Don’t know anything about nothing…”

“Don’t play dumb.” They said again.

“Nope. I’m dumb. Dopey, Dopey, dumb, dumb,
Dumb.”

“You’re going to talk to me.” They said.

“Why? How? What for? What do you want
Me for?”

“You’re going to tell me what happened.” This
Person said.

“What happened?”

“Do I look stupid to you?” This person said.

“Stupid? No that’s mean.”

They curled their lips and grinned. “Sweetie…”

“Bitch.”

“Now Jeff…Sweetie…” They smiled.
“My name’s not Jeff. And don’t call me Sweetie…
Bitch.”

There was a pause, maybe a few minutes…
A staring match.

“Alright then…” They smiled.

“Yes?”

“Tell me, do you know how stupid the
Public is?” They asked with an arrogant
Smile. “We’ve been around for a LONG time…
A VERY LONG TIME…we know, believe me…”

Just an expression of curiosity response.

“They analyze everything to death, trying
To prove how smart they are…For themselves.
How unimpressive…Analyzing Fragments…
That we offer…on things we provide…It’s
Amusing actually. Endless upon endless
Hours of analyzing Fragments…True
Fragments…and nonsense fragments…
Every time. EVERY TIME. By the time
They figure things out…it will be far
Too late…Far too late. Even the best
Don’t really know…that’s how convincing
We are.”

“Okay…”

“The Age of the Divine Feminine…HA!
They haven’t got a clue. Those women?
Please…And they will analyze it, and
Argue it endlessly. Their egos are so huge…
No, no, no…it’s not about you, it’s about
Me! They will argue blindly, senselessly…
Until it’s far too late…It is too late.
Every time. Every time.”

“Not everyone is that stupid.”

“Oh yes, they are…JEFF.” They said proudly.
“Every time.”

“Every time?”

“Every time,” They said strongly. “No one’s
Going to help you. They would rather analyze
Themselves to death. Too late. Far too late.”

“Not everyone is like that.”

“Ha! Oh yes, they are!” This person said.
“Assumptions. And then analyzing assumptions…
Priceless…Every time.”

“So, you built this Fake world, to what?
Make fools of them all along? To make
Monsters? To make more of them, more of you?
Monster.”

“It’s the best way to find what we’re looking
For…” This person said, revealed…mysteriously.

“Ah, huh…Whatever…”

“Bubbles will burst…things will implode…
Then we can start all over…again…” They
Said confidently.

“You are assuming a lot, just like everyone else.”

“Really?” This person asked. “Then why is this
Happening? Why am I here with you?”

“Because you don’t know something and
It’s driving you nuts.”

This person smiled. “You’re going to tell me
How…what, why?”

“How, how stupid? Well how many different
Kinds of stupid people are there? A lot apparently…
What, why? I couldn’t explain that with
Words if I tried or wanted to.”

“hmm…” This person sighed. “Interesting.
Clearly there’s a lot more going on here.”

“Well DUH!”

“Alright then,” This person said with a nod,
“Let me show you something to think
About.” They snapped their fingers and the
Door to the cell opened. “Come with me.
Don’t worry Sweetie, no one is going to touch
You…come with me.”

Rolling eyes. “Yeah, like that’s imaginable.”

“Come on Sweetie, Come, Come.” They
Turned, waving their hand casually to
Guide as thy walked down the corridor.

What choice but to follow. Groan…
And of course, there were these tall
Giant men dressed in black uniforms
Positioned along the hallway, strategically
Beneath red lights…beside more rooms,
More cells…some with bars, some with
Doors…each, maybe, with someone inside;
Mostly men…mostly.

“What is going on here” This person asked
Leading the way. “If you’re thinking…aliens?
You would be wrong…and you would be right.”
A fast laugh. “If you are thinking it has
Anything to do with the surface…you
Would be very wrong as well…”

“If? So many Ifs, can’t read my
Mind, hmm. But you can read theirs, can’t you…”

This person turned back slightly with a half-smile.
(caught that) They resumed walking, leading
The way to the end of the hall where
There was a large glass window to a
Grim looking room full of what looked
Like some kind of science or medical
Teams working at computers around a
Table…with a man on it…an exact
Replica of this guy.

A dead stop before the window.

“So, what do you think?” This person asked
Calmly, looking back and forth between
The man on the table and this guy. “It’s
Your clone…Sweetie. What do you think?”

A long angry pause. “What do I think? I
Don’t know what to think. I’m stupid, remember?”

“You’re afraid…He frightens you?” This person asked.
Wild-eyed. “Doesn’t he?”

“That’s not me…” It was a younger version
Though.

“True. We can make the bodies, but we
Can not make the souls.” This person
Said. “Or I should say, their character,
Their personality. Thai is always…different.
Always different.”

“Okay.” Numb and dumb. Their statement
Was very TRUE however.

“When bubbles burst…And everything they
Wasted time on proves pointless. They will
Desperately grab at any comfort we offer.
And we will begin again.”

They sighed. “Perspective. But it will
Come. You see, we can wait…Cooperate Please.”
They snapped their fingers and the technicians
Inside electrocuted the clone. Dead. “Bring him
Back again please.” They instructed…watching,
Studying expressions carefully.

“Again?! How many times have you done this?”

“Oh, quite a lot, actually.” This person
Sighed. “Maybe 6 times with THIS clone…
More with the others…They never last
Long.”

“My God, you are sick!”

“Do it again.” They instructed calmly,
Again, watching expressions closely.

“My God, stop it! It’s sick! What are
You doing to him? Why?”

“You know why.” They said calmly. “Talk
To me.”

Horrified. Numb. Dumb. “That’s not me.
There’s no point to this. It’s pointless.”

“Tell me.” The said.

“I ain’t telling you SHIT.”

They snapped their fingers, instructing the
Technicians, “Do it again!”

Sick and DISGUSTING! Pointless! Monsters,
All monsters.

“So, what do you think?” They asked.

“Nothing. I’m not saying anything.”

This person studied closely. “There is nothing
There, no connection. Why?”

A bridge? A clone could never process that.
“You’re SICK.”

“Do it again.” They instructed. And they did,
Then brought him back. The look on the clone’s
Face was awful, horrifying. He was completely
Out of his mind…There was nothing there.
Nothing but some ghost of a soul reaching
For purpose, for cohesion, to pull himself in
Some way together.

“Stop it!”

“You feel for him though!” They asked slowly.

“Because it’s SICK and DISGUSTING!”

“And life is a gift, a blessing? The questions
You ask, that they ask…” This person
Said mysteriously. “Are what? A quest to
Find answers? Who put them there? Why do
You ask them? To believe in…The Masks
Are OFF…Everyone was carefully bred. Now
It’s just a matter of seeing what’s there…
What’s useful and what isn’t.”

??? No comment.

“Yes, that’s right.” They said. “Don’t play dumb.
“Now talk to Me…”
A pause. Nervous. Anxious. Strong. Calm.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. That’s not how it
Works…They wouldn’t let me.”

Their eyes went wide. That sure caught their
Interest. “I see…” They thought
Quietly for a while, eyes wandering around.
“Alright, put him back…” They leaned
Forward closely. “Just think about it…
Don’t worry, it’s just a dream…Sweetie.”

A slow solemn release…or walk away?
It doesn’t matter…humor all sides.

And of course, The Charming Apollo has
To say afterwards… “And the Mighty
Below impart a message, revealed and
Received…with no surprise to the least.
Only the timing catches interest, to their
Date, 2017… Interesting. Well, interject
And reply 1 year later… (1 year) …There
Is always something bigger watching. ALWAYS…
Above the below. Above the surface. Above
The Above…And Above the Beyond. That’s
Enough for now.

Valiant, for Apollo.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=106856

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(*Repost…from 8 17 17)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ceres…” He groaned rolling his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Camlo was so shocked he could not move.

“Your words and mind amuse me”
Varence said.

“I amuse you?” The man asked.

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

“But I…” The man was just overwhelmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence…Tension filled the bridge.

“Oberon?” Ceres simply asked.

“Now Ceres…” He tried to say.

“Oberon?” She repeated.

“And I am Puck.” Camlo quietly
Added.

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

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

“May I explain?” He begged.

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

“Ceres, please…” He said…

“Phallus, please…” She replied.

“Ceres…”

“Phallus…” She only recoiled.

“Ceres!” He returned.

“Phallus!” She said louder.

“Ceres!” He yelled.

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

“Ceres!” He groaned.

“Phallus.” She growled.

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

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

“Ceres!” Varence shouted.

“Phallus!” She shouted back.

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

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

“Ceres!” He begged.

“Phallus!” She yelled.

“Ceres, please!” He begged.

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (1 September 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.

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**originally posted June 15, 2017**

*SONG* “Last Note of Freedom” by David Coverdale
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i-pDLhrzdc

A messenger is sent with ONE purpose…
To deliver a message…
For the last time I say this…for the Men in Black!
The mission…deliver the message
So that they can judge how the message
Is received…and how they treat the messenger…
The messenger says nothing more
Then they are told…
This will tell them everything they need
To know…Rip it apart, dissect it,
Over analyze it…take it however you
Wish…They hear it all.

The Circle of Light…shimmers…
They’re sitting in chairs waiting, Ceres
On the right, smiling…rather mysteriously
This time. Valerius on the left, bright eyed and
Calm. He is the most innocent looking of the
Watchers I have ever seen yet! He’s holding the
Book somewhat anxiously, watching Ceres
As though he is waiting for her direction.

“You started the Mission Protocol from the
Great Hall?” She asks me.

“Yes, but how did you know that?”

“When you’re not here,” Ceres said pointing
To the notebook, “We discuss everything now.
There is someone for every task.”

“I thought I was to continue with the story?”

“You will,” Ceres said kindly…her
Smile becoming sharp like her eyes. “But
We have an adjustment to make…”

“What does that mean?”

“Recite Protocol Two.” Ceres said calmly. “My
Sister said it was put within you…you will
Know what that means…then we can proceed.”

“You want me to write that down?”

“Yes, please.” She said.

“There are to be no attachments. Nothing
That would render you weak to the Mission…
So that when the time comes…all ties will be
Severed…No questions. No hesitation. You
Will know what to do when, where and how.
No exceptions.”

Ceres nodded. “Thank you. I believe that
Should cover enough for now.” Again
She smiled pleasantly. “Now…” She turned
Towards Valerius.

“Is that wise to do that now?” He asked
Her. “With regards to their aspects of time?”

“Valerius.” She pointed at him. “The rules have
Changed…He is not in charge, this is his
Post. Brishan gave the order, you will follow it.
The positions will change. I am taking a role.
I am not just sitting here, no questions. Your
Job…is the Hour Glass book. So do it.”

“Why does Valerius always hold the book?”

Ceres gave me an awkward look, not mean or
Nasty, just…uneasy.

Valerius laughed. “Because with her knowledge
Of things Heaven only knows what would come out.”

She gave him a very fast stern look and he
Abruptly stopped laughing. “Valerius…begin
With the book…NOW…PLEASE.”

“Wait, I just wanted to ask you one
More thing—“

Before I could finish, Valerius leaned forward
And opened the book…And the open pages
Of the Hour Glass began to glow…

The words assemble in the mind…
Pictures, colors, waves of feelings fill the mind
To find the words. The story comes. It’s like
A forced dream. I understand now, it’s a
Historical piece…The Native American lore,
Lost stories…The Vikings came to America
Long ago, and left…why? They could have
Built a colony, but didn’t…why?

North America was a significant continent…
The Native Americans migrated and settled
Throughout it…Druids came…another lost
Story…Then the Vikings…The Vikings quest
For Thor…Thor exists in both Viking and
Native American legends…The Thunderbird…
Son of Odin…Phoenix Fire…Reborn
From the Ashes…Rebirth…

And now the story images…
For the Next Quest to come to complete
The prophecy…9…White Oak Woman,
Talks with His Hands…The 5…
2 more yet to find…identify…The
Eyes and ears of the readers are too
Unclear…new pathways must find the
Answer. Disconnect their attention to
Defer them to another source…These minds
Are damaged by radio waves. Fitter. Resume
Story…New readers will come…

In the hills by the Great Lake, it was nearly
Autumn. A fresh bright fall season unlike
The world knows now. Colors crisp and vivid,
The tradition of colors to find their peak
When the first frost comes…
The Vikings had taught the natives to build
More fortified huts…They resisted this at
First, their instinct was to migrate south
Before the snows came…But the Vikings don’t
Know this, the Vikings don’t care about snow?
And that’s a clue.

In the chief’s hut, Standing Bear
Had gathered his council for a private
Discussion. There was Eagle Cries, his oldest
And best friend, the Holy Man of the tribe…
One Eye Hawk, the Medicine Man…a rigid,
Mysterious man reflecting the features of
His name. Two Wolves, the eldest and strongest
Warrior…and Stands in Rivers, considered the
Most noble warrior of the tribe…A private
Assembly of 5. Again, another clue.

Standing Bear sat at the head
Of the warm fire pit, with his council
Surrounding it. Warm, yet smoky in the
Cool autumnal air. Herbs and dried plants
Had been tossed in the fire by the Medicine
Man…One Eye Hawk’s contribution, a mild
Stimulant to the smoke; a mild sedative smoke.
The men took in the air, the scent of
The dried weeds burning…it set a daze, a
Numbness about them, yet they thought very
Clear.

Standing Bear turned to his left, where
Eagle Cries sat beside him. He studied his
Wrinkled, aged face and long grayish-white
Hair, the man possessed a powerful quiet strength
Unlike any other; near or far for his day or
This one.

“So tell me, my friend,” Standing Bear asked
Him. “What do you think of these pale men
That have come here…these Vikings?”

Eagle Cries thought for a moment, then turned to
Him slowly and said. “They have to be the
Stupidest men I have ever seen…” The men
All immediately quietly grinned and chuckled.
“They moan and groan and complain
Constantly…They claim to be on a quest to
Find the great warrior Thor…son of their
God? Do all warriors on a quest complain
This much? I am too old for this.”

The Medicine Man laughed then made a serious
Face. “You are too old for this.” One Eye Hawk
Said. “That’s why you think so clear, if you
Were younger you would complain more and
Think less.” He laughed.

“I do not understand the purpose here.”
Two Wolves said, he had long salt and peppery
Hair and was very out spoken. “Why do we
Stay? We could leave while they slept…They
Would never find us…They’re too big and
Clumsy and sleep so loud.”

“They came for a reason.” Stands in Rivers
Said, the calmest of them all. “If we leave,
They will follow. I do not think they are
That dumb…just loud…and big…
And clumsy…Okay dumb a little, but not
So dumb.”

“You give them too much credit!” Two Wolves
Argued. “The big one with orange hair, he
Burps so loud the sky could crack open. Thunder
Spirits would fall from the sky…we would not
Know the difference if they fell or he opened
His mouth.”

“There are things to consider here true.” Standing
Bear said. “Yes, they came for a reason.
But what do we do?”

“We point to the setting sun and say go
Chase your Thor and leave.” Two Wolves
Said pointing his finger sternly.

“No, there’s more than that here.” Standing
Bear said shaking his head. “There must be.”

“What do you suggest?” Eagle Cries asked.

“You are the Holy Man,” Standing Bear
Said gesturing to him wide, “You tell me.”

“You want to reward their craziness
And wildness, their big clumsy heads
With wisdom?” Eagle Cries laughed. “This
I must laugh at. Since when has anyone
Learned this way?”

“But maybe they have to.” Stands in Rivers
Said. “Maybe that’s the lesson here…Maybe
We have to be better here…”

“How?” Two Wolves asked.

“The Prophecy Cave.” Stands in Rivers said.

“That is NOT a place to take them so
Fast…” Eagle Cries said. “The spirits guard
There…The BIG ONES of the woods
Dwell there…They guard the voices inside.
That place is only for…” He paused in
Struggling thoughts. “Emergencies…”

Standing Bear nodded. “The Prophecy Cave…
And its…guards…would truly test them
For what they look for…”

“If it tells them anything at all.” Eagle
Cries said.

“True.” Standing bear said nodding slowly.
“If…it tells them anything…at all.”

So they agreed…at dawn the chief
Would go to the Vikings camp and tell them
They would help them with their quest…
But when the sun rose the skies
Were unusually thick with clouds, the
Colors bursting…more intense. The
Animals, the birds…all of nature was
Anxious and nervous. They saw this as
A sign. Those who read nature see such
Things. A storm was coming.

Standing Bear was uneasy by this so
He asked his council what they thought
This meant. “The skies want to talk…”
One Eye Hawk said mysteriously. “The
Cave will speak to them…”

They were intrigued by this, One Eye Hawk
Was never wrong. And though they should have
Been alarmed by the coming storm they weren’t,
Instead the decision of the Cave held their
Interest foremost.

As they walked slowly to the Vikings’
Camp, Standing Bear kept wondering…what
Would they see? What if there was a purpose
In these men coming here…for his people as well.
So he asked his closest friend, the Holy
Man… “What if this concerns us all?
We should be careful how we do this…”

“What do you want to do?” Eagle Cries
Asked.

“What if we were selective in who we
Take to the cave?” Standing Bear said.
“This affects us too.”

Eagle Cries nodded. “I was thinking this
Also…Not all of them are big and
Dumb…The one with the boy, that watches
Over him…I like him and his friends. Not
The others. I do not like talking to the
Others.”

“I agree with you.” Standing Bear said.

“Maybe if we talk to just those three,” Eagle
Cries said… “This will show us something
Better…” He thought carefully as they
Walked on and neared the camp. “The boy…
The boy must go…And Talks with His
Hands must go…And White Oak Woman.”

Standing Bear was a little surprised.
“White Oak Woman?”

“I think Moon and Rain must go as
Well.” Eagle Cries said. “The more women
That go the better.”

“Interesting.” Standing Bear could only say.
They always did consider their women’s
Opinions carefully…but never with the
Prophecy Cave. Only Medicine Men and
Holy Men had ever gone there before. It
Was such a superstitious place for them…
For generations…It was a large cave
In the hills, very large. Big enough for an
Entire tribe…But no one went there much…
Generations ago, when they were still new
To the land…A tribe had tried taking
Residence in the cave…They never came out…
Only tools, skins, and some totem items were
Left behind…nothing else. His people believed
The cave swallowed them, and their
Spirits still dwell there…It was a cave
Of echoes…and voices, strange whispers
And visions…The big hairy men of the
Woods walked there…Only the bravest ever
Went in or came out…It was a great
Campfire story to scare the children and
Teach caution to the people…

The chief and his council arrived at the
Vikings’ camp…White Oak Woman and Talks
With His Hands were already there, they had
Made friends with the boy and the three
Good men…They greeted each other politely
And explained their suggestion of the
Prophecy Cave to the Vikings’ leader, but
He was too preoccupied with trying to bargain
For some of their women to please his men.
The chief and his men rolled their eyes and
Explained they had not come for that. So
They feigned ignorance and instead
Turned to speak with the wiser Vikings,
Janson and Tovar and the boy…Danor
Was there too, but more so just an ear.

“Prophecy Cave?” Janson asked them.
“What is that?”

White Oak Woman eagerly explained
For them. “It’s a cave north of here…
West…There is another Great Lake
Past it…It’s a place our shamans, Holy Men
And Medicine Men go for vision quests…
But only when there is a problem. Sometimes
A warrior will go there if he is
Desperate and feels he has lost his path.
They have visions there. Our people tell
That long ago a tribe went into the cave
For shelter and never came out…
They believe the cave swallowed them…
That their spirits are trapped in the
Cave…That their voices stay there and
Talk to those that will listen…”

“A haunted cave?” Tovar asked scratching
His dark beard. “Ghosts? That doesn’t
Sound good.”

“It is a…mystic place.” White Oak Woman
Further explained. “People do have visions
There…They hear and see things they
Go there for answers when none can
Be found. There are paintings there on
The walls…very old.” She paused.
“And something else…”

“What?” Janson asked curiously with
A scowl.

“The cave is guarded by the Big Men
Of the Woods.” She reluctantly told them.

“Big men?” Tovar repeated. “Another
Tribe?”

“The Big Hairy Men,” she tried to explain
With gestures, at a loss of knowing
Enough of their words. “Very big. Bigger
Than you…than any of you. They
Have hair all over…You can’t always
See them, but they are there. They
Watch you. They always watch you…
They know wherever you go…Where you
Are…Where you will be…They are a
Part of the woods. They guard the
Cave…They have for a long time.”

The men eyed each other widely.
Their eyes bulged as they questioned
The possibilities…but were afraid to ask
Too fast.

“Monsters?” Mika asked for them all.

“Monsters?” White Oak Woman did
Not know this word…

Mika tried to find the words of theirs he
Had learned to explain… “Like big bad men
That do bad things…Animal-people?”

She frowned trying to understand and
Explain. “Big…yes…bad? They are a
Part of nature…like animals, like men…
Big, strong…bad, no…They can be bad,
They can be angry. If we leave them alone
They leave us alone…I don’t know how to
Say anymore. They are a part of nature.”

Janson looked to Tovar…their eyes silently
Talking. What were they getting themselves
Into? But Mika clung to them eagerly.
“We should go, we should do this! I
Want to see this cave!”

His friend, Talks with His Hands stood
Watching this as White Oak Woman made
The sign language to tell him what they
Were talking about. The boy at once began
To protest, he told them with his hands
That it was dangerous there. A somewhat
Heated debate broke out between Talks with
His Hands, Mika and White Oak Woman as
They silently argued with their hands about
This…Mika really wanted to go…White Oak
Woman was curious…but Talks with
Hands did not.

This all caught the attention of Bulvar and
The other men, as they came over laughing
At the silent hand arguing. “What is this
Now…Is something bothering the little men?”
Bulvar bellowed as the other men just watched
And laughed.

Eagle Cries scowled. “We came to suggest
An idea for you…that might help you find
Your Thor…”

“Find Thor?” Bulvar asked loudly, “Why didn’t
You say so? Let’s hear this now then?”

Eagle Cries began explaining about the
Prophecy Cave, of how it often gave their people
Visions. Then Janson and Tovar added the
Disturbing part about the Big Men, the
Monsters that guarded the cave…

Bulvar immediately jumped at the idea. A
Challenge? Monsters? The men were bored…
They had come to this land on a quest…and
Finally they were being offered a chance at
Some answers. They had all fought many
Battles, seen many lands, survived a
Long trip at sea…They weren’t scared of any
Monsters…Well not really. But Bulvar was
So eager and arrogant that he didn’t care.
He boasted that he wanted to go immediately.

But Standing Bear shook his head. “We have
Only come to tell you about this. Not to go
Right now.”

“Why not?” Bulvar responded loudly scratching
His beard. “Are you scared? Why waste time?”

Standing Bear looked to his men. Eagle Cries
Just shook his head…he did not have to say
How stupid he thought the men were, it was
Written all over his face. One Eye Hawk
Looked at the sky…Thick clouds were rolling
In from the west against the bright early light
Of the morning sun. The sky was exploding
With colors…And the distant echoes of
Thunder were rolling. These were not good
Signs to him, for any of them. Not now, not
Like this…especially with going to the Prophecy Cave?
He pointed to the sky and looked to his men.
“Look at the Sky…the Spirits…”

But Bulvar only grew louder. “What’s the
Problem? Let’s go see this cave…”

“This is not something we do without thinking.”
Standing Bear told him. “We have to plan…
We have to think.”

“You think too much!” Bulvar boasted. “That’s
What you all do…Think too much…”
Silently thinking was something they were all
Used to doing. But these Vikings were so
Ignorant, no one argued. “No, we
Should wait.”

But Bulvar insisted and they began putting
A scout party together immediately.

Standing Bear wanted to wait, but at
This point he had to admit, to be rid of
These Vikings as soon as possible was a
Blessing! So he agreed and sent his two
Oldest warriors back, Two Wolves
And Stands In Rivers, back to his camp
To tell them what was happening…

The Prophecy Cave…

It was about a day’s journey by foot
To the cave…Most of the Vikings went,
While Standing Bear and his friends,
His daughter and Talks with His Hands
Served as their guides…

They camped nearby the cave overnight
So as not to approach it at dark, for fear
Of…The Big Men that guarded the cave.
But it was quiet…too quiet…this time,
For the first time in all they knew…
Nothing unusual happened. They were only
Pelted with a rainstorm and some
Thunder…

By dawn, a clear sky broke…and a new
Day seemed much brighter. Standing Bear and
His elder friends led the Vikings to the
Cave without a problem…
Again no Big Men…no warnings…
In fact, there was little activity of
Anything nearby as is.

Through thick woods they found the
Rolling hill that split and opened to a
Great cave…It was so big, it hardly
Looked mysterious or threatening and
There were no echoes of voices in the wind
Nearby…something was very different…

Standing Bear and One Eye Hawk
Urged caution, but Bulvar wouldn’t listen.
He pushed on and forced them to lead
Them in…Everyone had mixed feelings,
But still there were no strange signs…

A prophecy? In a cave? The idea seemed
Very funny to the Vikings. And so far
They had seen nothing unusual. It really
Appeared that these locals made a
Big idea out of nothing…Most minds
Always think this way…They want a
Big show, they want to be impressed
Constantly…They fail to recognize the
Subtle signs…like the quiet…too quiet…
The lack of animals…or the birds that
Usually sang and filled the forest with
Their song. Big things seldom advertise
Themselves…But the Native Americans
Knew…something that stood the test of
Time spoke for itself…But some people
Never learn.

Eagle Cries and One Eye Hawk took the
Lead into the cave…as the Vikings made
Torches to light their way…Inside they
Found the remnants of the tribal legends…
The aging tools and fur skins of the lost
Tribe…but everything was so old and
Worn it seemed ready to fade away.
It had been many years after all.
Even the paintings on the walls began
To fade…in time…it sure seemed that
It would appear as just an ordinary
Cave in the hills…

But they found the old fire pit of the
Lost tribe and brought wood in to light it.
This brought the darkness to life again.
But there were still no voices…It was
Too quiet.

Bulvar taunted the shadows on the
Walls and got his men to laugh. It
All seemed so funny. It was just a cave!
So they stood a while and waited…
Nothing happened. Then they sat and
Ate and joked and laughed…and
Waited, nothing happened. They grew very
Comfortable…

It was the boys…who noticed first. Talks
With His Hands was showing Mika the old
Cave paintings when they noticed it…
Someone or some THING…had been
Rubbing the paintings off the walls?
Why? The Big Men of the Woods must
Have done it!

But then, it was as though the Vikings’
Laughter and jokes had teased the cave,
And woke something up…A light wind
Howled through the cave, with voices on it.

“Did you hear that?” Janson asked.

Then the fire in the fire pit roared
To a raging wild life…The flames
Grew higher and higher as they heard
The echoes of what sounded like a
Young girl’s voice call out…

The fire grew and grew…too much,
Too fast, it made no sense!

The men gathered round the fire,
The Vikings stepped back…But
Bulvar stepped closer to the flame…
The flame appeared to have a
Funny face glaring at him…Then
There were many faces.

Everyone saw it, it was there…
White Oak Woman stood near, holding
Both boys close to her under each arm…
The voices grew…howls…echoes…
The flames rose higher and higher
A huge raging 10 foot flame…
It was impossible!
Faces filled the flame, of ages old…
But they weren’t tribal faces…
None White Oak Woman knew…
They had many features…of many
Colors…A rainbow tribe…
Calling out in different languages
They didn’t recognize…
English…Cherokee…Latin…
French…Russian…It was as if
Each face spoke a different language…
More and more until they overlapped
Each other…Then they began
Crying in pain…
Then images filled the flames…
Showing them things…of sights
And sounds…A distant past…
A distant future…
The lush green land of America…
Conquered…trampled…
Stripped of so many beautiful
Things…A mighty herd of bison lost…
Thunder-beasts gone…against the face
Of a great white buffalo…
A warning…
Then a mighty thunderbird over
A southwestern sandy landscape…
Arizona…Texas…New Mexico…
The lands would cry…
The people would fight and die there…
Screams of the west…a frontier
Split in two…
The east coast ravaged by stone cities…
By chaos and overcrowding…
Flooding…flooded by people…
Flooded with chaos…then flooded
By water to silence it…
A towering city of stone shaken
With explosions and terror…
Smoke signals…pillars of smoke…
Once, then twice…three times…
Until the third time finally had
The city consumed with smoke…
That’s when the floods came…
The west would be trampled by
People…screaming peace…dying
By corrupt love…sex, drugs and
Rock and roll in other words…but
To their ancient eyes these were
The sights and sounds of hell…
The west the worst of all…
Split by fire…
Shaken by an ANGRY Earth…
Then finally swallowed when
It couldn’t take it anymore…
Voices kept calling this…in many
Languages…telling different terror
Tales of lost lives to come…
Beneath the Thunderbird…
The face of an angry White Buffalo Bull…
These two were warnings…
This was a land that would be plagued
With invaders…cursed with this fate…
Until…the Buffalo would smile
And the Thunderbird would fly
By command to songs sung by a
Sea…Now music inspired by whales…
And stories told a mystery man…
An Age of Air, an Age of Fire…
Of Symbols and Signs and Lines
Like Colors of the Wind…
9 would break the Curse on the Land,
13 would make the Quest…
Nothing could stop it…
9 must break the curse…
How? Who? Why?
The 13 tribes would Find this
Answer when all the Indian Nations
Unite to share their stories by
Campfires…By the Bell…
By the Book…By the Clues
In their hands…their Palms…
The Rainbow Tribe of 13…
For at last then America
Would be the Promised Land…
Trumpets will sound this…
And it will be the last Trumpet
Ever heard around the World…
Because the World is going to Freeze…
To heal…Watch the Birds, the Bees
And the Trees…they know this…
Seasons out of tune will mark it…
Snow in June…
A pillar of Fire in July…
A Frost in August…
And the Songs of September…
Reign of Mother Earth…Reign…
The First event…July…

Valiant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=105917

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (25 August 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.

(originally posted on 6/1/17)

Sometimes mistakes have a Higher Purpose
for a Mysterious Direction…

“For the Long Road, there’s always
A Bigger Picture…”

A Messenger

*SONG* “Carmina Burina” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdhQkWyZafQ

The Hour Glass…commands the pen
To move boldly now, no time for talking…
Ceres and Valerius can only watch now
As the pictures and story comes…
The pages of the book glow…write it,
Write it down…

This is the story of the Viking’s quest
To North America, the lost story, the one
Untold…The quest to find their deliverer…Thor…

In the high time of the Norsemen, when
The Vikings ruled the northern seas…
They became fierce warriors and spread their
Seeds across many plundered lands. They
Were fearless and insanely driven…
Isn’t it strange how all hostile invasive forces
Are so insanely driven? Madness, chaos and
Senseless reasoning is always the prelude
To such forces…What drives them?

In the stronghold of the Vikings’ land
There was a time of great stress and worry…
The weather and lands were cruel, crops were
Thin…The people were starving and
Plagued with troubles…so they turned to their
Seers, superstitious witches of age old
Traditions that read runic symbols carved
Into stones and bones…They warned that
The Norsemen would fall to invaders from
The South if they did not strengthen their
Lands, their warriors…They dreamed and
Saw visions…of the great lord Odin sitting
On a marvelous throne…Tall and pale with
A fierce handsome face and the eyes of a god…
He told the witches to send some of their
Mightiest warriors on a quest to find the
Son of the gods, the bearer of thunder
And lightning…Thor…That they must
Sail west, to go in the direction of the setting
Sun as far as they could go…to look, to search
For Thor…

But they had to move quickly before the
Seasons changed again…Time was of the
Essence, lives were short…What choice did
They have?

Chosen by the seers’ visions…13 men were
Picked…13 to stand for the 13 moons, for
The runic wisdom…and measures of the gods
Will…and 13 crystal skulls that haunted
The seers night and days with
Visions and warnings…of a dark tomorrow…
Build a powerful army and make the
Norsemen strong, the skulls said to the
Witches…so this they told their people,
And the people listened…

Brahn Snowden, son of the chieftain
Gathered the people to share the news
Of the quest…The command of his
Father…that their people had been given
This warning…to send their best warriors
To seek out the land of Thor…This
Great new excitement…something they had
Long waited for, for it meant if they could
Find Thor, that if he was somewhere
On the world to find…that it meant
A promised land could await them…
The end of their troubles and starvation,
The dawn of a new age…An age of
Deliverance…of heroes, and a safe
Blessed passage to Valhalla for all the
People…So yes, the best and
Mightiest Viking warriors must be sent…

13 to represent them, and 13 to
Attend them…This would mean a
Great strong boat for 26 men must
Be sailed west as soon as possible…
There was no argument or hesitation…
The people built the boat…And the
Best men were chosen by their
Victories and reputations of conquest…

Bulvar, great son of the Horsemen
Was to go and lead them…He held the
Greatest number of victories…and
Fathered the most sons…There was no
Question; virility was a virtue to Vikings…
And with him by name would also
Go…Danor, son of the stone
And metal carver, Ivar, son of the
Highlander chieftain…fiercest and
Renowned for his brute strength in
Battle…Janson, the handsome and
Noble warrior, victorious in every battle…
Ragnor the bloody…Tovar, the tower
Of men, Mor…the ox, for he was built
Like one, and had the wits of one
Too; big and stupid was always a good
Thing as long as they won…Lars, the
Finest swordsman…and Rogar, the
Savage…great killer of men, and tamer
Of women; his boasts of spreading
Norseman seed in the women of the lands
They ravaged were infamous…He probably
Sired over 100 children in rape across
The north…Thus ensuring Viking blood
Would grow everywhere. Who knows
How many could trace ancestry back
To Rogar…If they’re mindless, savage
And horny well it’s probably thanks to
Him…They were the best of the best
To name…The others just filled the
Boat…But the crew was made,
The ship built and filled with supplies…
To leave by the closest full moon
As told by the witches…

All the people were eager for the quest…
They had to find Thor, they had to
Find the deliverer…for it meant the
Promised land! But on the day
That came to set sail, the men
Grew restless…as they stocked the
Cargo hold with ducks and goats for
Food to feed them…ale to ease their
Nerves at sea, and furs to warm them…
They began to scowl on one thing.
Rogar was of course the first to voice
It to Bulvar, the commander…So
Many men for a journey, no women?
No promise of women to chase on a
Journey that would take who knows how
Long?

“No women or virgins to chase?” Rogar
Bellowed. (I’m editing he was much cruder
Than that.) “What am I to chase, the
Goats below deck then? Or bend
Over a fool in his sleep?”

All the men laughed. Bulvar slapped him
On the back and grabbed his shoulder.
“Think man…women on a quest this
Long? With your loins? Do we want a
Voyage with babes born on the sea?”
He just laughed loudly and wickedly
Then leaned close to him, “Look there,”
He nodded to the villagers around them…
“Pick a couple of fresh boys to bring…
And we will show them how to become
Men…”

Rogar was confused by this at first, but
Then grinned devilishly at the idea. Ah,
True boys don’t get pregnant…And
What pain isn’t earned to become a
Man…This was a long held tradition
Amongst warriors…during training it
Made them fight harder to become stronger
To avoid being topped by the winner
In battle games…It was a humiliation
Tactic that brutally worked among
The Vikings; and many, many other
Lands as well.

So Rogar went into the crowd and
Declared they needed two young boys,
Teenagers, to go with them to train
As men to aid them and
Serve them. This was a great honor
No one argued. So he picked two
Pretty faced boys…Mika, the
Blacksmith’s son…and Hans, son
Of the goat herder of the east hills…
Two of the best looking boys in
The village. There was applause, the
Boys were eager…It all seemed like
A great honor.

The ship was loaded, the cargo secured…
The men boarded…some went to oars,
To get it moving…And soon they were
Set off to sail the high seas…They
Laughed, they sang, they chanted…
Viking songs…Norsemen ballads, it
Was mostly cursing, songs about sex
And drinking and loose women…Of
Sexual conquests…in other words a
Lot of boasting of things that scarcely
Happened…like beautiful women falling
In love with them…adoring them, chasing
Them. These were fantasies to keep their
Minds busy and optimistic at sea,
They had to keep some delusions…
Typically it fueled their fire to raid
And rape lands…but only a few of
The men were successful at this, like
Rogar. Most were clumsy with women,
They were however extremely excellent
At getting drunk and killing and
Destroying things.

Another observation, they were definitely
Taller than most men of the age…and
Built more strongly. Hard living in the
North made them this way. Most of
Them had either golden blond or orangey-like
Blond hair…A few had brown, like
Tovar, Mor and Rogar…but other
Than that…nothing else to note.
Mor did belch a lot, he really
Was built like an ox.

At first, the days on the seas were
Fairly calm and the mood among
The men was bright. They played
Games on deck throwing stones
And bones…held wrestling matches
To stay fit…Then ate and ate
At dusk and drank ale until they
Passed out…Wherever they happened
To fall was their bed until morning.

By the second week they were far
Out to sea…The songs were more
Boring…The games were growing old.
They were restless usually they would
Have landed somewhere by now
And would have had something to do…
To fight, to steal, to destroy, to chase…
But here far out to sea there was
Nothing. And Bulvar knew there
Had to be something to keep them
Occupied and dreaming. Egos among
Warriors always needed stroking…
So that’s when he began to raise
The gambling odds of the games by
Using their two youngest crewmen
As toys to play with.

Now there were always hazing
Rituals, but never this one-sided.
There was always the chance of
Escape. Here, the boys had none,
And also no idea what being
A Viking warrior meant.

But Bulvar didn’t want to break the
Boys either, he had to make them
Last as long as possible. Who knows
How long the journey could take.
So he offered to the
Two top champions of the games each
Day one of the boys to play with.
Some of the men just laughed…They
Thought it was a joke. But after
Being at sea so long…Each time
Bulvar made the offer, eyes grew
Darker…ideas more wild, until
Eventually they were so bored and
Desperate they seriously began
Fighting for the games.

Janson, Danor and Tovar were
More noble warriors and did not
Take part in this…

It was bad enough that so many of
Them had gone from singing victory
Songs…to constant moaning and
Complaining. When people don’t see the
Results they want immediately, there’s
No reasoning with them…They just get
Louder, nastier, more impatient…Until
Moods just get downright desperate…
And things turn ugly.

So finally it came down to brawls,
Not wrestling…drunken matches. And
When the men played their previous
Playful games of tossing the bones
And stones with jokes and laughter,
Instead it became grunts and growls…
Resentment and dirty looks. The men
All wanted to take their frustrations out
On something…

That first night it seemed far too
Dark…there was no moon, the skies
Were cloudy …And when the games ended
And the mead they rationed was gone…
Tempers flared…Bulvar and Rogar
Had been the champions…and when it
Came time for sleep, each took one of
The 16 year old boys to bed with them…
Bulvar to his private cabin took Mika…
Then Rogar to another private cabin
Took Hans…then the screams began…

The crew grumbled and looked down…
The sounds were terrible, but no one
Complained. Janson took his two friends
Danor and Tovar aside covered
Heavy with bear and wolf skins in the
Bitter cold and stayed on the deck
Above.

“What is going on down there?” The blond
Janson growled to his friends with an
Angry whisper.

“They are making men out of them.”
Danor joked scratching his grayish golden
Beard.

“It never was this way,” Janson said
Biting his teeth, “These are men not
Boys playing games with boys…”

“What are you going to do about it?” Tovar
Laughed. “Have them sail a second ship
To save themselves? I see only the sea…
They will do what they want.”

Janson just stood angrily in the wind
Listening to the awful echoes of the screams.
“I don’t like this. This is not what we
Are.”

“What are we then?” Danor asked. “This
Is a quest, not a pleasure trip…Did
You not see Bulvar’s face? You can’t
Find reason with someone with their
Mind set…if he plans to do it he will.”

The night was long…with painful sounds,
First there were screams and yelling…
And then the crying. It was awful. The
Three friends stayed top deck to sleep
Away from it with the nighthands…But
Janson hardly slept at all.

By morning the crew was groggy with
Hangovers…They turned blind eyes to
The boys, no one would look at them. But
Bulvar and Rogar boasted of the fun
They had to entice laughter
From the other men…And in time
They were all laughing…They were
Norsemen on a quest for Thor, the
Rules were different for them…
They were just excuses to do what
They wanted…anything to get the
Guilt out, guilt was for weak men…

But for some reason there were no
Games that second day…No, it took
Time for the dark nature to take
Over, but not long…Within a week
The men started their games again,
First only a few played, then more
And more…

And again at night came the yelling,
The cursing and the screams…Horrible
Abusive sounds that always ended in
Crying…crying that at first hurt the
Men’s ears…then they turned deaf
And decided to hear nothing at all.

It became a true test of their
Nature…For the Norsemen had
Conquered many villages…taken many
Lives…and several of the men had taken
Many women against their will…They
Were dark times without rules…For
War had no rules…they refused to
See right or wrong, it was all a
Matter of want, take, have…
That’s how the beasts are born…

But by that week’s end Janson
Could not take it anymore. He came across
One of the boys at mid-day meal, as
The boys were forced to work and serve them
By day…It was young Mika, he was
Such a good looking boy…how bruised
And beaten. He used to smile all the
Time, but now was too afraid to look at
Him. The boy’s eyes never left the ground.

So Janson ate then turned to his
Friends. “So tell me Danor, how do you
Feel about playing sports today?”

Danor just laughed. “My feet hurt.
I don’t want to play. Besides, I
Don’t want one of the boys.”

“What changed your mind?” Tovar
Asked strangely. “You wish to play now
For them?”

“Bulvar wins all the time.” Janson
Scowled. “And if not him, then Rogar
Or Ragnor…It’s always the same. I’m
Bored. Can you beat them?”

“What for?” Danor grumbled. “Let them
Play. My feet hurt.”

Janson laughed to tease him. “Great baby
Of a man…my feet hurt,” he mocked
Him, “So you can’t best Bulvar then?
Between us both, one of us could at
Least.”

“I could lay down that cow of a man
Any time!” Danor was offended. “He’s
As skilled as Mor moving like an ox
And falls like one too.”

“What about you, Tovar?” Janson asked.

“No games for me.” Tovar laughed.
“I would rather drink and sleep on
Deck. I hate the noise…And prefer
The cold to sleep anyway.”

Janson rolled his eyes. “Well I want
To play.” He slapped Danor on the
Chest. “Help me beat Bulvar.”

“My feet hurt.” Danor whined.

“Too old for you old man?” Janson
Laughed. “Old hurting feet?”

“Who’s old?” Danor spat. “Alright
Then, I need my blood to flow…I will
Show you who’s old. Bulvar will eat
The deck when I’m done.”

Janson grinned…He and his friend
Played the games…challenged Bulvar…
And by the end of the day, they won.
Bulvar actually seemed pleased with
This. He wanted to see the men take part.
Then he offered a boy to choose
To Janson and Danor…But Danor
By then was done and only wanted
To sleep. So Janson claimed the prize.
“I will take Mika…”

Bulvar was so happy he offered him
His cabin…Then Janson took the boy
Amidst some calls of taunts and wild
Ideas…went to Bulvar’s cabin and
Shut it tight.

Mika backed away towards the crude
Furskin bed…Nervous, shaking…like
A frightened animal. He started to cry,
Scared of what to expect. “What
Do you want me to do?” He cried.

Janson leaned back hard against the
Door with all his weight. “What do I
Want?” He sighed with relief. “I want
You to lay down, Mika…go to sleep…
And rest…no one is going to touch
You. I’m not going to touch you. I
Want you just to go lay down
And sleep.”

Mika froze and stopped shaking and
Stared at him confused. “What?”

“Go to sleep Mika.” Janson said. “Go
Rest…”

“But where will you sleep?” Mika
Asked in shock.

“Over here on the floor by the door.”
Janson said sliding to sit on the floor
And rest.

“Why?” Mika asked still confused.

“I have my reasons.” Janson said.

“I don’t understand.” Mika swallowed
Unsure. “Is this a game?”

“No.” Janson only said. “Now go to sleep
Mika…go rest. I’m tired.”

“But the others…” Mika said sitting
On the bed as he started to relax…

“Sometimes you have to make choices,”
Janson said, “No matter how hard they
Are…even if everyone is against you…
To do what’s right…Now go to sleep Mika.”

Mika smiled and laid down…
“Your friends?”

“I don’t know if I can do this all the
Time, but I will try.” Janson told him.
“If I can I will. Now go to sleep.
I’m really tired.”

And for the first time, the night
Passed quietly…Mika slept, and Janson
Slept…a peace seemed to fill the air.
In the morning Janson woke with a
Shock, Mika as tapping his shoulder awake.
“The day is starting.”

Janson sat up blinking, a blurry
Vision clouding his eyes. “Did you rest?”

“Yes.” Mika told him. “I don’t understand
Why—“

“Good.” Janson yawned standing up and
Stretching. Oh how he ached from sleeping on
The floor. “Another day…”

“But why?” Mika smiled at him…the
First real smile he had seen on his face
In ages… “How do I thank you?”

Janson grinned secretly. “That smile is
Good enough.” He put his arm on his shoulder.
“Now come, don’t tell anyone about this
Understand? I will do my best to keep this
Up…but you have to be strong for me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Mika nodded with a smile.

“And don’t smile to them out there.” Janson
Held up his finger. “Our secret…”

They left the cabin and went above
Deck joining the clumsy waking crew
As they grumbled and complained. They
Really were a ship of whiners for such
Brave Norsemen. Mika went to do his
Chores and duties and Janson joined his
Friends.

Tovar strolled over to him, with an oafish
Yawning Danor belching beside him. “And
How was your night?” He taunted. “Did
You enjoy the boy?”

Janson leaned into him quietly. “I didn’t
Touch him.”

Tovar squinted strangely. “Then why did you—“

“I had enough of this,” Janson said to
Him angrily. “I don’t want them touching
Him.”

Tovar’s eyes widened. So noble. Janson was
Always so noble. He had to admire that, though
He thought it crazy to fool Bulvar. He
Shook his head. “You will have your
Hands full then…”

“What, why?” Janson scowled.

“The other boy,” Tovar whispered, “The
One Rogar’s been taking…Hans. He took his
Life in the night. He had enough…You’re
Going to have your hands full now if you
Plan to protect him with this bunch of
Fools that boy won’t last long.”

Janson’s eyes went wild. What was he going
To do? He promised to protect him. He could
Not break his word. The odds were impossible,
Yet somehow he felt even stronger. “I will…”

“How?” Tovar asked. “You’ve seen that devil
Rogar. You know Bulvar. How?”

“Help me.” Janson urged him. “If you believe
We will find Valhalla…Asgard…To honor
Thor…You will.”

That caught Tovar’s mind fast. Nobility
May have not impressed him much, but
Pleasing the gods did. “I will try…But
You ask a lot…”

“We will do it.” Janson said confidently.
“We—“ he said, though inside he strongly
Said ‘I’, “will do it. I know it.” He
Had to protect Mika…And he would, no
Matter what it took…The odds were
Heavily stacked against him…But if
There’s one thing all Vikings held strongly,
It was in pleasing the gods and winning
Favor in their eyes…That was the greatest
Glory to win…if only they knew the
Legend they were on a quest to find…
Perhaps Thor was already on the boat.

The days passed wearily at sea…Bulvar,
With one boy left was forced to hold the
Games to two or three times a week
To make the boy last. As a joke to
Tease the men…he offered the losers
The choice to screw the goats. None
Favored that, but it gave good laughs
To them. There was one occasion when
A drunken Mor did take the offer…
And it set the men in such a roar of
Laughter that it broke the dark mood
Of the ship…He was forever teased after
That…Mor the goat lover…But as dumb
And as big of an ox he was…he could not
Understand why they teased him. It
Was a sober Lars that reminded him,
“You were not supposed to screw the
Goat you idiot. It was a joke!”

But when the games were held, Janson,
Tovar and Danor worked as a team…
Which impressed Bulvar who also saw
Great sense in this…Teams made it more
Interesting…And wore them out even more.
But Bulvar’s teams were drunks and lost
A lot…which left Janson’s group the
Winners most often…

And always Janson took Mika to the
Cabin and told him to sleep in the bed while
He slept pushed against the door
On the floor guarding him, keeping his
Promise. He couldn’t do it all the time…
But most of the time he did…it kept him
Alive at least…And Mika always wondered
And asked him why. But Janson only
Ever answered… “Go rest, go to sleep
Mika…You’re safe tonight.”

Then at last one day a crewman eyeing
The far seas shouted, “Land!”
And then they found Iceland…A
Barren landscape…No trees, no human
Souls…no promised land. Still, they
Left 6 men to scout the land and
Build a post there to mark it for their
Return…to claim the land at least, and
Then they journeyed onward.

Again, long days at sea…full of grumbles,
Groans…complaints, complaints. Faith is
Always tested during the wait…that’s
Why they complain so much. Perhaps that’s
Why the Higher Forces test with wait to
See who complains and betrays their
Natures first…so the gods can see who
They truly are.

And the longer journey, somehow…the
Lazier the men got for the games…which
Made it easier for Janson to win.

But Bulvar would question him, “It’s
Always so quiet in there…Are you a
Man? Make some noise!”

Then Janson would tell him, “I like it
Quiet…I hate the screaming…”

And Ivar would ring in, “Praise Odin
For that! I like it quiet when I
Sleep!”

The men would laugh, then Bulvar
Would dismiss it…So Janson won, and
Won…Tovar was proud, Danor’s pride
Grew, he loved beating Bulvar. Mika was
Safe…and things worked out somehow…

Then again the day came, a crewman
Shouted, “Land!” And yet again they
Found a barren grassy landscape they
Would call Greenland…Again six men
Were left to build a post…and on the
Journey went…

But supplies were growing thin…They
Had drunk all the mead…eaten the
Last of the livestock for food, and started
Fishing…Tempers were short, faith was
Dim and the complaints were constant.
How far were they to go? As they began
To feel more like fishermen than warriors
Again at last another day came…

There was a mist that rolled into a fog…
“Land!” a crewman shouted. But
This time it was different…Through the
Thick wet air they clung to the railing
To see…Trees! They saw trees! At last
Something to explore. Where there were
Trees…that meant there could be other
Things…animals, game for hunting…and
Then possibly people, villages. And
Who knows maybe, Asgard…

They guided the ship into what seemed
Like a great bay. The fog lifted and
As daylight came…it stretched on
And on, a waterway, a passage. They
Followed it eagerly scouting both sides
For anything to catch their eyes…
A day inward they went before
Touching ground. One of the men had
Eagerly cried, “Elk!” for that’s what
They called moose…The elk were
Here, so far from home? Maybe it
Was Asgard…

They set foot on shore and built camp…
Eager to get off the water, and eager
To celebrate the discovery. They built
A bonfire, they hunted…caught game,
And gorged themselves on rabbit, deer…
And anything with fur that bled. It
Was hard to tell who were the animals.

By nightfall Bulvar was wild, boasting
They had found something magical in
This land…It was in the air, “You can
Feel it!” He cried. It filled him with
Such pride that he declared victory…
Then pointed at the boy and decided
It was time Janson surrender his
Prize to please them…or else.

“Or else what?” Janson argued.

“This is not your choice.” Bulvar
Argued. “The boy is a sacrifice to Odin,
To the land.”

This filled Janson with rage. “He is not
Your prize. He has the right to live as
We do.”

“Janson loves the boy.” Rogar teased.
“All this time at sea has made him
Weak.”

“You are not touching him.” Janson
Yelled over the bonfire. “Get over
Yourselves!”

Then the fearful slip…Tovar broke and
Teased his friend. “He is not in love, he
Only protects the boy from you animals.
He hasn’t touched him. He has fooled
You all.” He laughed.

Bulvar went wild eyed, full of a dark
Spirit, then drew his sword and pointed
It at him. “You deceived me? You made
Me a fool?”

“You don’t fool me!” Janson shouted.
“You are no Norseman Odin would
Prize! You are a wild animal with
A sword…That’s why Odin does not
Reward you!”

“I will kill you!” Bulvar roared. “And
Bend that boy over and split him open
While you watch with your last breath!”

“You’re too big and fat to move
That fast!” Janson yelled at him.
He withdrew his sword, grabbed Mika…
And backed into the woods…

The men were shocked…but loved it. A
Real fight! No games! They cheered and
Roared. But Tovar immediately regretted
His words…And Danor grew angry too,
For at last he confessed he hated
Bulvar. “You big idiot! Leave him alone!
He’s right! There’s no honor in you but
What comes out of your ass!”

A brawl ensued…Janson turned to
Mika, “Run!” He shouted as he
Held his sword at Bulvar, “Run! Go
Into the woods! Go!”

But Mika was terrified…the men were
Charging everywhere surrounding him.
Janson panicked, saw no other option, he
Had to protect him…He kicked the logs
Of the bonfire so that they exploded
And blinded the men…Then grabbed
Mika and ran into the woods…
Never seeing the knife that had
Stabbed him in the back…

Into the night they ran, first fast
And hard…then slower, until Janson
Desperately collapsed…The wound in
His shoulder had weakened him. He
Was out of breath, out of a plan…
In a strange land…it was dark and
Cold, then he passed out.

At dawn he awoke to Mika
Shaking him desperately crying.
“Please don’t leave me. Please don’t
Leave me here all alone.” The words
Snapped him wide awake…no wound
Would stop him or hold him down. They
Heard echoes of the men coming…
What to do?

“We have to go,” Janson struggled to
Stand, but did, and they staggered on…
Mika held him up… “Where?”

Mika looked around quick then saw
The bird…he pointed, “My father
And uncles always said…FOLLOW
THE RAVEN…ODIN’S BIRD…FOR
IT WILL GUIDE YOU WHERE YOU
NEED TO GO…TO WATER…TO
MANY THINGS…WATCH THE
RAVEN WHEN YOU ARE LOST…”

And so they did…nothing else to do…
They ran, they fumbled…echoes of
The men chasing them, forcing them
Until…

They came to a meadow…And there
Across the meadow was this great
Oak…A great white oak tree…
Shimmering with a light raining down
Upon it…And there beneath, this
Beautiful copper skinned girl with long
Braids dressed in tan buckskin…

Janson fought to see through
Blurry eyes… “Is that a girl?”

Soon the other Vikings emerged
Behind them…and froze still…

The sky was full of birds! Ravens!
Hawks! Eagles! There were animals…
Bears…A white stag in the tree line
On the other side…These signs
Paralyzed them…They had never seen
Such a thing before! And the light
Shimmering down…
Janson gasped… “What is this?”

The Hour Glass closed…

Ceres stood in the light…strong, her
Icy blue eyes on fire. She tossed a
Gold coin before me on the floor…
“They want to know if I’m real?” She
Said. “Mother Bear is angry.”

In other words she’s in the game now…

Valiant

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(*originally posted on 11 17 16, in the series called ‘The Watchers’)

Nothing in the world is as it seems,
History…events. White picket fences
And sugar-coated masks to tame
Vast numbers. So, when the truth comes
Out, or rather trickles…They will scream
And rant because they denied or ignored
It and pretended it wasn’t there for
So long. ‘Stop it,’ They’ll say, ‘You’re scaring
Me. What about paradise?’
Paradise, or the notion of…was it put there
With the white picket fences and the masks…
True Paradise is built by the most persevering…
With Faith and Devotion and Imagination…
And walls to protect it…From Giants.

*SONG* “After All the Love Is Gone” by Alias

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g3TlXdveew

Long Ago…It was a dark age.
Deny what we were told to see, hear and feel
The Lost Days…

The dazzling cities masterly crafted
Of diamonds and gold…marbled and gemstone
Monoliths…The city streets moved with machines
And the lost sciences of the Ancients
Granted the First People of Earth conveniences
Unlike we know now. It was more.
Everything was more…

They were perfect by comparison, they were wise…
Not slow and dumb meandering and
Grunting about like animals.
The Ancients were beyond us,
And they knew what they were doing.
They lectured, preached and debated
And worshipped with many faiths and
Religions…The Glory of Empowerment
For one instead of all, that is how they
Lost their unity…

It was not on purpose of destruction,
They were just trying to find their own
Answers, their own way…And that is the
Most common practice in the stars…
All the religions have answers, to each
Their own, there’s nothing wrong with that.

The greatest danger came by accident…
At the wrong time, at the wrong place…
By the most indulgent…That made the
Beast…Beings of a Higher Dimension
Worshipped by wayward religions fell
For the glory of worship by the flesh.
And were born into super-beings of flesh…
They we call Nephilim…

The Nephilim filled the Earth in the last
Lost days of the great cities of the Ancients.
Born to build the first cabal,
To control the Kings and Queens,
And their kingdoms and the temples…

They didn’t see it until it was
Too late…And those that did see were
Silenced…They either disappeared or
Were too afraid to speak out and protest…

The Smartest Ones kept their Mouths
Shut and watched and listened and
Learned silently…like the Ancient Masters,
Who forged 13 Crystal Skulls to hide
These secrets and protect the Earth…
For a future when valued lessons
Learned could be rewarded for future
Use…To save a World From history
Repeating itself.

The greatest Victims were the Young.
The innocent who revere too quickly
And easily…and act out just as fast…

But there were some, who led simple
Lives…like a man called Noah, who
Just never fit in…and lived outside
The mainstream of society…alongside
The wild innocents of nature, the
Ones who suffered most at the
Hands of men…the Animals.

The Light…said there was a decree
From the highest power…That at
Such times, at any place throughout
The stars…That when the Nephilim
Walked among the mortals…And
Corruption Fell…A time of Chastisement
Would come…A cleansing…A renewal…
The cataclysm.

This is no special law nor unique
Circumstance of Earth. It includes any
And ALL worlds of the stars…
Universes are but a host for fleshly life…
And such things have happened in
Many galaxies…Because where there is
Life, there are those that search for
Answers…Those that search for power…
And those that fall victim to it…

The Quest always seems to fall upon
Those not looking for it…because those
Searching for power always seem to
Stir the greatest Trouble…and thus
Make the greatest monsters…

Here the story continues…

On the Bridge of the Watchers, the ones
Sent to Fix the Timeline. The Great Lion
Man, Ascended Master BR’Riel sat in the
Captain’s chair silently watching with fierce
Eyes. He had never seen such an event
Before, many heard the stories of worlds
That fell this way, but few ever actually
Witnessed these measureless events…

From their perspective, time apart and
Moving fast, the Fall came quickly…
The people gorged themselves in recklessness…
In worship through various ways…
Faith can take many forms…
Chaste, Sin, Suffer, Glory…
Sex, Greed or Sacrifice…anything
And everything to entreat and lure
Beings from greater dimensions…

There was utter chaos, as governments
Crumbled to riots and revolutions by
People torn apart by the clashing of
Beliefs and prejudices…The Nephilim,
Giants in their temples easily
Manipulated mortals with their powers…
And as the Wars of Mortal men were
Fought between Temples, between
Governments of distant lands…All the
While the Nephilim were living in the
Attention of the Dark Empire who
Fed off these transfigured worlds…

Heaven versus Hell…Again, unseen as always
Another war was being fought much higher…
For the sake of protecting Heaven from
Being violated by these abominations that
Were neither Higher beings nor simple Flesh…
For if the Nephilim breached the gates
That separated the physical from the
Non-physical…The potential danger
For invading the Highest of Heaven’s
Order would be devastating…

The Light by Seraphs was sent and
Gifted to prevent this at all costs…
At any time or place…without hesitation,
ACTION.

BR’Riel took it all in…The crumbling
Earth…The Ancient Mortals that ran wild
As their Nephilim Overseers laughed
And enjoyed every moment of pain
And suffering…And the Invaders came…
To consume, to harvest any life on
The planet that held any knowledge…

First and Foremost, the Greatest and
Most Prized Treasure Invaders craved
Was this knowledge…Find it, seek it
Out…Then Take it, Harvest it, then
Move on to the next world to find it again…
The endless cycle…The Fall, the
Corruption…The Invasions…And they
Always fall for it, time and time again…

History repeats itself this way
Throughout the stars…

And the Watchers Quest to Find the
Elements to Break the Cycle…

To watch this process repeat itself
Over and over is agonizing…That is
Why Angels fall from Grace…And why
Those that see it, sense it, grow so
Numb…How many times must it happen
Before it breaks?

BR’Riel could only watch, his Lion Men
Disciples surrounding him in awe…
As Ceres stood in the center of the bridge
Before the view screen covering her open
Mouth with both hands in shock…It was
Happening so fast! She was terrified, she
Was angry, she was crying…They had
All just witnessed the miracle with
The elephants…and now THIS!
“No…No…NO!” She kept crying.

Apollo furiously studied the scans at
The panel. The data coming in was
Overwhelming. The sound disturbance
Alone was deafening…The weapons fire,
The screams, the loss of life…It was as
Though everyone wanted to be involved
In the chaos firsthand to experience it,
Crave it, continue it…

“Have any gotten off the planet?”
BR’Riel asked him.

“Scattered vessels have fled,” Apollo
Told him, “But they are all being
Stopped and captured before they get
Very far…” He grimaced at watching
It all play out all over AGAIN…
“It’s pointless.”

“Are there no safe havens?” Vala asked,
Horrified by watching the agony.
“Evacuation routes? Hidden bases?
Anything for these people to run to?”

Apollo laughed. “To run from THE
Empire? Surely you know that answer…
Remember your world.” He knew she
Was as disturbed as he was from the
Loss of her world as he was his…Only
The degree of violence varied…

“This is terrible,” Vala groaned at
Watching the view screen. “This is awful!
It is like watching Hell!”

Apollo winced. “Here it comes! An
Electro-Magnetic Pulse…Suspension
And Neutralization of ALL Power…
Now they cannot even Fight…If I
Remember correctly, it escalates at
This point.” But then he began to
Scan the readings on the panel and
Scowl… “Something is wrong. Something
Is very wrong!”

“What is it?” Vala asked.

“The Planet…” Apollo said.

“What about it?” Vala went to stand
Behind him to study the readings.

“The Planet,” Apollo exclaimed, “There is
No geological activity…The weather
Patterns are not significant…I
Do not understand…These readings…
There is nothing there?!”

“What are you talking about?” BR’Riel asked.

Apollo was panicking, his eyes bulging at the
Readings… “I do not understand…The Planet
Fell into utter chaos…ALL of nature went wild…
The weather, the storms, earthquakes, volcanoes…
Even the sky turned black! A strange
Stellar phenomena with the sun, like an
Eclipse…It was crazed…But here…now…
Nothing is happening but the Invasion and
Civil chaos…Nothing?”

But Ceres remained focused on the Ark…
The animals…She was completely
Concerned by them… “Have they sealed it yet?
Have they sealed themselves in? The
Scout ships, the darts for the Harvest
Are swarming the planet…They are headed
For the Ark…”

“I thought the Harvest ships only took
Human life?” Vala asked.

“They consume anything carrying an
Abundance of life, even animals if their
Numbers are significant.” BR’Riel corrected.
“Remember their mission is to Harvest
The essence…and any and all biological
Matter unique for study.”

Ceres’s insides were roaring. “They are NOT
Touching those animals, not my animals,”
She cried. “Not my little ones! Never, NOT
EVER!”

Apollo scanned the Ark. “They are struggling
With the seal…The Masters designed the
End wall to close…They aren’t strong enough
To close the door…”

They watched the view screen as Noah
Was struggling with his wife and ropes
Harnessed to the elephants as he pleaded
With them to pull to raise and seal
The door… “Pull girls,” he kept urging
The elephants as they leaned their
Weight on tree trunk-like legs to
Raise it shut, but it was so slow
Going. “Pull!” He kept crying. “Pull!”

The children cowered in fear on the ark…
What was this, they had no idea what
To think of it all…All the animals,
From the heaviest and mighty beasts at
The bottom to the flying, chattering and
Shrieking birds in the high rafters to
The rats, rabbits, mice and squirrels
That scurried in the hallows and out
Of reach corners…The animals were
Going crazy rapidly as they clearly
Sensed the danger outside…Fear was
In the air everywhere…growing worse
And worse.

“They’re so frightened,” Ceres cried as she
Could not take her eyes off the screen. “They
Are all so frightened! I told them I
Would keep them safe!”

BR’Riel grew impatient, then turned to his
Men, “Two of you go down there
And seal that Ark. Apollo,” he commanded,
“Send a blinding flash of light to distract
The world below, and the Watchers
At present below as well. Enough of
This, let us see it done!”

Two towering golden Lion Men in white robes
Rushed to the Ark with transport crystals…
Moving so fast they were not seen…with
God-speed, like Angels with Lion’s Faces they
Arrived at the Ark and without delay or
Difficulty lifted the heavy door and sealed
It shut tight…

Just then rioters crashed upon the
Scene to storm Noah’s property and
Beat at the Ark…The reckless people were
Now trying to get Noah
To help them. How ridiculous! The
Lion Men took it upon themselves to
Act as great Watchmen then to roar and
Scare the crowds away.

The Great Magnificent Lion Men were acting as vigilant
Guardian Angels…They raced about
In flashes as though they had wings,
Terrifying everyone away. The people screamed
And cried but the Lion Men kept the
Ark safe…while the Watchers in the ship
Above watched, BR’Riel in particular was
Quite entertained, in an angry way.

But Ceres only grew more vexed and
Impatient. “What do we do? I don’t know
What to do!”

“The Invasion ships are swarming
From the Mother Craft.” Vala said at the panel.

“Have the readings changed for the planet?”
She asked Apollo.

His eyes raced furiously over data. “Whatever
Technology they were dabbling with…
Some sort of sonic pulses…has ceased…
The tectonic plates beneath the western
Oceans are destabilizing…The crystalline
Network below is severely damaged…
Deteriorating fast…without the sonic devices
They were using…everything is falling apart
By the electro-magnetic pulse…”

“How long?” Vala asked.

Apollo began to sweat. “The Planet just
Moved 5 degrees…” He said nervously. “10
Degrees…The poles have now shifted 15
Degrees…”

“That’s too fast!” Vala said. “Is this what
Occurred before?”

Apollo recalled the erratic readings from
The first time his Watchers Post
Experienced this. “When the blinding light
Flashed…the readings were so intense, so
Fast we lost track of everything…Before
We knew it the World was entirely
Engulfed…The crust, the surface was
Literally ravaged by earthquakes, volcanoes,
The ground swallowed everything…and
The oceans soon followed with the deluge.”

“The Ark!” Ceres exclaimed. “What about
The Ark?”

“The crust is swallowing the Far Eastern
Cities…Tsunamis on every coast!” Apollo
Shouted.

“How did the Ark survive?” Vala asked him.

“I have no idea!” Apollo shouted. “The planet
Has now moved 20 degrees!”

“The Ark!” Ceres shouted, turning to BR’Riel.

“Tsunamis on the Eastern coast are
Towering…” Apollo warned, he turned to
BR’Riel… “They are heading for the Ark.”

“At this rate it will be crushed.” Vala said.

“No!” Ceres cried.

“You have to do something!” Vala warned.

“We have no weapons on the ship.” Apollo
Told them. “Nothing that we have could slow
This down, not at this speed.”

Vala turned to the Great Lion Men. “You
Have to use the planet as a weapon.”

“What?” BR’Riel could not believe his ears.

“Ships are swarming across the planet!”
Apollo told them. “Taking lives everywhere!”

“Build a bridge to Nature,” Vala said.
Her knowledge of sciences of the mind were
Unmatched by even the wisest elders.
“The Tesseract Principle…Harness the
Full power of your mind…Build a
Bridge to the planet’s crystalline network.
It’s alive; talk to it…it’s the only way.”

“What am I to say?” BR’Riel asked.

Vala turned to Ceres. “Go through BR’Riel,
Let him build the Bridge with his mind
To the planet…and talk to it…the way
You did with the bears…if you want
To save them you have to do this…NOW.”

There was an awkward moment of hesitation,
Then BR’Riel stood and focused his
Great and powerful mind on the planet
As Vala had said…with the vast crystalline
Network…He had never attempted something
So immense before…But he did build a
Bridge…Moments… “I believe I have
Contact with the crystalline network…I
Am sensing a…force, an essence of the planet…
It’s vast…”

Vala urged her sister… “Now, go through
The Bridge…Talk to it.”

Ceres was utterly overwhelmed. “And say
What?”

“Do it!” Vala ordered.

Hysterical, crying, Ceres sent her mind
To BR’Riel’s…to find the bridge and cross
It, to feel the planet…

“Talk to it,” Vala told her, “send it
Your feelings…show them to the planet…”

“I’ve never done this before!” Ceres cried.

“Do you want to save those Little Bears?”
Vala said intensely. “The elephants…think
About the elephants.”

“STOP it!” Ceres cried, trying to hold herself
Together.

“Think about all those pregnant
Mothers on the Ark, Ceres…” Vala taunted
Her. “The Lions, the Bears, the Wolves…”

Ceres’s mind raged wildly as she heard the
Cries of the animals on the Ark…She felt
Their fear…The roars of the cats, the
Weight of the babies they carried…
The rumbles of the elephants…the terror
As they swayed…The devotion they felt to
Their herds, the love for their babies that
They carried…

“See their eyes, their minds,” Vala
Said, further exciting her, “How they feel,
How you feel for them…Their fear, their
Tortured lives…their desperation, their
Spirit…To be Free, They run, They hide,
They think, They Feel! Tell that to the
Planet! Show it what you Feel!”

Ceres’s mind was racing, flooding, overflowing,
Raging with emotions…The sounds of the
Animals…The wild innocence, the abuse
They suffered…They had feelings…Their
Instinct…To live, to survive…And that
Wordless intense drive to protect what
They carried inside them…new life…
The Mother’s Love…

All at once it struck her…and the planet
Echoed its cry. Thunder and Lightning
Filled the Skies…

“The Tsunamis are approaching the Ark!”
Apollo cried.

“No!” Ceres screamed. Her mind exploded,
Bound to the planet now…her emotions
Poured into it…resounding throughout
The crystals so powerfully that the tidal
Wave of energy within the crystals now
Transformed into a new force, one
Of nature and the Mother’s Love…A Mother
Earth was born…And the fury now
Rose above and below every elemental
Force to control it…

Vexed with panic and the unstoppable
Need to protect…Mother Earth filled with
A furious passion…and became one with
Ceres’s will…Protect the Ark.

The Skies above the Ark began to swirl
And spin…The elements falling to command
By the Earth…And the wind rose with
Ferocious speed to form a Super Tornado
Over the Ark…Shielding it from
Everything, and obliterating everything
Surrounding it at the same time…

The Mighty Wall of water of the oceans
Swept across the land…and met the
Force of the Super Tornado, then split around
It to cover the hills and last sparkle of
The gold and marbled cities…
The Ark was saved…but the cities lost…
Atlantis fell…Attan fell…and Lemuria
And Arcadia…All of the Ancient Cities
Were lost…now buried, sunken, swallowed forever.

The Super Tornado continued to shield the ark
As the oceans now covered the Planet…
Rain, sleet and snow showered the world
As Temperatures soared out of control.
Nothing was temperate, nor arctic,
Nor tropical, everything was a violent mess.

BR’Riel sat in the captain’s chair
Utterly mesmerized by this indescribable
Force upon the planet…Nature was alive
And raging…as Ceres remained in her
Furious state bound to it…guarding the
Ark…It was beyond words.

Apollo panted nervously, as they all did,
Watching the supernatural power. Yet somehow
He managed to follow the readings on the
Panel. Triangular ships darted about the
Earth in small Fleets searching for any
Remaining life to take. “The Mother
Craft is moving closer to the planet!” He
Exclaimed.

But Ceres and the Earth remained as one,
Her eyes saw the invading threats in the
Skies and the Earth reacted without
Hesitation…Lightning struck at the ships,
Lashing out at them with ravenous fury,
Exploding them to pieces one by one…
It was a war, but not of the mortal means. It
Was a war of the supernatural powers of Nature
Of the Earth protecting itself from the
Alien assault…Mother Earth was having
None of it.

“The planet just moved,” Apollo told them,
“30 degrees now…It should stop there…”

Suddenly the two Lion Men that had
Been sent to the surface re-materialized on the
Bridge, desperate and panicked as they
Moved to BR’Riel’s side.
He turned to his men with concern…his
Eyes asking them silently, “How did it go?”

The golden Lion Men looked horrified. “The
Magnitude of destruction was…overwhelming.
We have never seen, nor felt such an
Immense loss of life…”

BR’Riel went wild-eyed…He could sense
It, feel it too…The ethereal realms
Surrounding the planet echoed of the
Screams of death, in all forms…The people,
And yes, the plants and animals too. So
Much had been lost so fast! You just had
To be there…

The entire bridge watched as the massive
Super Tornado continued to shield the
Ark from the flood of the moved oceans…
It was the only vessel of life of the
Humans and animals left…
All the ocean life had been severely
Impacted as well…only the sea creatures
That could hide in the cavernous depths
Of the waters could be spared from the
Merciless destruction of above…And it seemed
Endless.

All of this only enticed the ship of the Dark
Empire’s interest as it moved closer and
Closer to the planet, taking its own readings
The same as the Watchers did. But they
Were no match to the Watchers’ science
As their ship remained hidden above
All physical dimensions…

“What is that ship exactly?” BR’Riel asked.

Vala, of keen interest, quickly scanned and
Analyzed the Pyramid-like vessel. “There
Are multiple highly complex readings…The
Ship is comprised of an array of lifeforms…
An infusion of many races, many species…
Primarily Draconian and Sirian in origin.
This is a base, there are many
Compartments…A science vessel, but it also
Echoes a hierarchy…Reptilian, a powerful
Female presence…A Queen?”

“A parent vessel?” BR’Riel suggested.

“The Empire does not send their most
Important base ships to harvest common
Worlds.” Vala said strangely. “Something
Else is going on here.”

“The planet’s rotational shift has slowed.”
Apollo informed them. “Yes, it’s stopping
Now…New ice caps are forming
At new poles…VERY quickly. There are
Massive ice storms spinning about
The two poles…”

“I am sensing something VERY strong.” Vala
Said of the Mother Ship hovering over the
Planet. “This is no ordinary base star…
This is Nibiru.”

“The Master Legion?” BR’Riel was stunned
But outraged. “The Destroyers? Why would
They be here?”

But Ceres remained apart from them all
Bound to the Earth, its elemental forces…
Guarding the Ark…Somehow through it all
She managed to clearly hear her scared
Animals…The shrieks of the birds…The
Grunts, roars and cries of the big cats,
The elephants…The whimpering of the
Wolves…The terror of the horses and the
Sheep…Her heart reached out and sang
To them…lullabies to their spirits. And
The Earth heard this singing and it too
Began to calm down…
The waters calmed, the tornado
Eased down just enough to let the
Waters gently slide under the ark…
Spinning it, carefully, slowly,
Raising it until it was at the surface
Of the waters and the tornado began
To dissipate into gusts of wind
That blew against a rocky sea…

Then the ark was simply floating
On the waters…as it was meant to…
Adrift, alone…with its precious
Cargo…And Ceres just kept singing to it,
To the animals, keeping them calm,
Singing to them until they were lulled into
A quiet deep sleep…where they could
Find peace and dream…She told
Them to forget and rest…They had
Been through enough. Still she stood there
Crying…The ark had done its job and
Saved the animals. But the sheer
Numbers that had been lost were
Awful. She would never forget them
For as long as she lived. And in that
Moment she vowed no matter what,
No matter what it took, she would
NEVER allow such sacrifices to be
Made again. That was the worst feeling
Ever, to pick and choose? There
Was no winning that way…The only
Comfort she found was in knowing
That one day later, in the Earth
She saw…the animals would fill the
Earth again, and new varieties would
Spread. Everything would be new.

BR’Riel studied the view screen of the
Massive pyramid ship hovering near
The planet. “It’s not moving, what is
It doing?”

“It’s scanning.” Vala told him. “It’s searching.
I think they know something happened
Here…something unnatural.”

“Is that what happened in the
Time you knew?” BR’Riel asked Apollo.

Apollo turned to him. “Yes, they were
Quite taken by the events. Even though
They lost most of their Harvest ships…
They could not let it go…So they
Lingered…and studied what happened.”

“So, this then drew their interest?”
BR’Riel asked. “They stayed because
Of it?”

“In part, yes.” Apollo said, “But remember
It’s different for them…They are conquerors,
They never stop…They just keep looking
For more.”

“They are ravenous.” Vala said with
Disgust.

“We should leave as soon as possible.”
BR’Riel ordered.

“But the ark?” Ceres said. “Will
They be safe?”

“Apollo?” BR’Riel asked him.

He hesitated to answer. “They will be safe…
For the purpose served. The ark will
Come to rest in the mountains far to
The East…Nothing will bother them
For now.”

“For now?” Ceres said angrily.

“The Empire will leave and send science
Ships later with their…minions,” Apollo
Told her… “Where they will begin…their
Generational experiments on the humans.”

“And the animals?” She asked.

“Ceres!” He said.

“We are done here.” BR’Riel ordered. “It’s
Time to leave.”

“But— “Ceres cried… “Shouldn’t
We at least wait until the ark has
Come to its rest safely?”

“This is not a nursery mission, Ceres.”
BR’Riel said firmly. “We’ve already
Surpassed the mission’s intentions…
It is done…We must not speak
Of this.”

“But the Postulate will know, surely?”
Ceres warned them.

“The Postulate does NOT monitor these
Sorts of missions.” BR’Riel said. “They
Cannot. It would create ripples in
Time…Watchers to Watch Watchers,
Watching us? No…they do not know,
Will not know, because I am here.”

“So that’s it then?” Ceres asked with
Shock.

“That is enough.” BR’Riel told her. “You
Must let Nature do the rest.”

“I am never going to let that
Happen again!” Ceres said, gritting her
Teeth. “Picking and choosing like
That?”

“We will keep searching for a way
To stop them.” Vala told her sister kindly.
“To stop them from invading and
Harvesting worlds…One day I will return,
And when I do…It will be for their
End. But for now, you must never
Tell what happened here.”

“Stories will be told.” Ceres laughed…
“Humans did survive.”

“And how do they pass on stories?” Vala
Laughed. “You know how that works…
They will weave tales and myths…
And each generation will add to them…
And also forget things…That’s how
Religions begin…They need to believe
In something.”

“That’s appalling.” Ceres groaned, still
Fighting tears.

BR’Riel lowered his brow firmly. “It is
Done. And now…you will watch as
We have taught you, as I have
Taught you…And in that time
You will want and know what
To look for…”

So, they returned to that present
Time…when the Bears were changed…
And BR’Riel went and stood in the
Wilds of the Earth to speak with
Nature…And what did nature say?

Thank you…Thank you for this gift…
The Gift of the Mother…

“Great Lion Man…One day…I promise
For what you…your student has given Me…
I too will give you a gift…

“Wait…
Watch…
Listen, …
The Time will come…

I will change the World…All Worlds…”

The World Will Change.
Believe.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=104946

An apocalypse of lonely hearts
Misunderstood, longing for acceptance
And understanding…and the relentless
Unforgiving pursuit of satisfaction.
Endless in such overwhelming number
That it will not be reasoned with.
At the root of every vicious attack
Or senseless act is simply that…
A lonely heart. And when no solution
Can be found, nature then becomes
The mirror until peace is found.
Then simpler things must come.

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

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

On the Watcher’s ship…The vessel sent
Back by the Tribunal to repair an intervention…
Poised higher in dimension to avoid detection,
The mighty BR’Riel, noble Ascended Master
Of the Lion Men’s Temple…sat in the
Captain’s chair quietly pondering all that
Had transpired…At the time, everything
Was beyond their control…The Watchers
Had now become players to
A higher power…perhaps a divine plan
To a timeline that seemed incomprehensible…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?” BR’Riel asked.

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

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

“Why?” BR’Riel asked.

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

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

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

She refused to acknowledge or even
Look at him.

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

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

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

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

“Ceres please.” Apollo begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But—“ Apollo tried to reason…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Sara asked.

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

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

“Yes.” He yawned quietly.

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

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

She sat up with surprise. “What?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

“Yes?”

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

“Of course.”

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

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

“I want to bring the children.”

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

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

“I cannot go against God’s orders!”

“And what orders were they?” Sara
Asked.

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

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

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sara was growing
Scared.

“I cannot—“

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

“Sara!” He protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant
….my artwork: Royal Elephant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=104431

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (4 August 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 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.

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (28 July 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 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.

***Note from Valiant: This is one of my favorite posts, because it says so much! It is from April 7, 2016, but is very appropriate ‘these’ days! Hope you enjoy it!

*SONG* I Want Your World To Turn by Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdeG7atzuBI

The Knocking at the door…knock knock…
The Ticking of the clock…tick tock…
A time for things…
Then the Bell Tolled…The bell tolls…
The time before, of things that were…
And to come…
The Echoes of Thunder…The coming storm…
The sounds of thunder…
The wind, the rain…The thunder…The AIR…
I am of the AIR…
And I bring…Lightning…

No time for tame words…9 sisters gathered
To solve a puzzle…Guided by the tall,
Mysterious Riddler Varence of Apollo…
His pearly eyes that see and saw the past
And present for a future to behold by the Chosen…
5 to rise and serve the lives to save…
Now directed by the elected Rana…
Thundercat…Shaman woman of the Lion Men…

“Say it,” Rana says, “Write it this way…
For them to read it, say it out loud…
However they wish to learn it…The world has
Grown indifferent…Forgotten things that
Should not have been forgotten…or perhaps lost,
Or never told…over campfires…story fires…
Memories of how the world Earth became
What it was, and is…
So many stories to tell…Each one of its own
Importance…and timing…
Now its time to remember.” Rana stood tall
And ferocious beneath a golden light. “Make
Them feel it…And tell them the story…
Of the starchild in Rome…”

Apart from our lives…a lost time…
Generations after the first star pilgrims came…
There was an age that grew beyond sticks and
Stones…and fire pits…and caves…When
Civilization rose by mortar and mans’ hands…
When nature, its beasts were tamed to serve man…
The horse the steed…Farm animals to provide
Less reason to hunt…And the primal heart
Of Earth’s people learned how to shape
Their lives and harness others to build things…

The primal heart…The experiment born by
Dark secrets…was set out to be molded like clay…
By the overseers…cities had already risen in
The fertile crescent…In Egypt, Greece…
Then furthered by the serpent’s grasp…
The Dark Ones reach to begin their
Shadowy cabal by an empire…in Rome…

The wayward tribes of variety were scattered
Across a new Earth…Each yielding its own
Genetic treasures…China…Africa…The Americas…
Europe…Broadened then in the Emerald Islands
Where Celts were born…And Starseed were
Born from a magical visit, and magical union
Between a new breed of human and an ancient
One visited from the stars…

So here it was…An old soul of England…
Before, at the dawn of castles…
There was a village…one that had sprung
By legacy left by fair elven spirits that
Visited Celtic woods…From a child that grew
Into a man…To have children…And their
Children to have children…
Average in size, a family tribe-village…
As they all were…But this village was blessed…
Their barbaric ways conquered by their
Growing humanity…They were a kinder people…
Too kind…But still they held their own…

The small village of barely one dozen huts
Was led by gentler Elders than most lands knew…
In particular, an old woman, grandmother
To them all…named Elspa…The shaman and
Mid-wife known throughout the region…She was
The wisest…The healer who knew well all the
Herbs to heal…And all the stories to tell to teach
Them virtue, manners and conscience…As well
As the ways of her own starchild gifts…The
Ways of vision…of psychic senses…and
Dreams that few understood…
Which is why they looked to her for guidance
With respect…
Elspa knew…She heard the voices of the woods…
And heard his voice…The mysterious tall, pale
Stranger who visited her dreams with riddles…
“They’re coming, Elspa…” He only and always said,
Warned… “They’re coming…”

The words haunted her by day and night…
“They’re coming Elspa…They’re coming…”
So when she awoke THAT morning…she knew
What she had to do…
She emerged from her hut, alone…
Her husband had been killed years ago in
Battle with a nearby clan…which at last
Brought peace…She studied her people…how
They went about their daily chores fervently…
And still she sensed their time was at its end…
Because they were coming…

“Grandmother is awake!” young Briar shouted,
As the young amber haired girl ran up to
Her to squeeze her tight. If only she could express
The urgency…of the warnings…
She smiled less each day and worried more.
“I will be with you shortly for morning meal.”
She told them as everyone greeted her
With generous smiles. Then she walked
With cane to Grifton, her silvery haired
Son who stood as chief among them…

“I need to speak with you.” Elspa begged him.

Grifton smiled playfully, tossed back his
Head with a laugh when he saw the
Worried look on her face. “Of course, what is it?”
He asked as they stood quietly together
Watching the others… “More tales of trouble?
More dreams of doom to come?”

“You need to listen to me.” She pleaded with him.

He could only laugh. “For years, you and the others
Have talked about your visions…Secrets of
The past…Gods from the stars to guide us…
The Fair Folk of the Wood…which have
Disappeared…and finally…Now, last for years…
Talk of fearsome invaders coming…of a dark
Age to come casting shadow across the world.”
He only smiled and laughed carelessly…
“I love you, Mother,” Grifton told her, “But
You must see…You are worrying too much…
Nothing is going to happen…Stop talking
Fearful things…Enjoy your older years…
Stop questing for visions…”

“Please listen to me…” She begged, her
Eyes full of terror.

He held her hands warmly, “Mother stop
This. Stop worrying. This darkness you
Keep preaching…There’s no need for it…
There are no monsters…nothing in the
Shadows…no invaders coming.”

She saw at last it was a pointless discussion…
He was their leader…And it was true…In talks
And dreams and stories over nightly campfires
For years they talked about it…what was
Coming…FOR YEARS…Nothing had happened yet…
Proof had to come to what they could see for
Real…A mystic’s dream could only reach so far…
People wanted proof…Wouldn’t they always?
Yet she knew what was coming…
The voice of the visitor to her dreams was
Clear this time… “I understand.” She
Surrendered…patted her son’s hands…Then
Walked away…watching the others…

The children played…Children that with each
New generation were changing…The color of their
Eyes…like the sky so blue…The color of their
Hair…The reds, the golds, the ambers…In the
Old days they never saw these colors before…
Where did it come from? They began to resemble
The stories of the Fair Elf Folk, the wood
Spirits that used to seduce young hunters…
Something was changing the people…
In villages of the Scots to the north and
Isles of Eire to the west more and more
Children were born with that strange red hair…
She knew it meant something…but her mind
Could not grasp science yet…

Her heart was breaking from that ache…
That haunting sense…And in the sounds of
Echoing thunder…she felt it worse each time…
The world would change…
To what end? There was no certainty in the
Future…Only a shadow that stretched
And darkened all things…

She clung to hope…studied the people, her
Eyes finally falling on the sweet young fair
Isola…The kindest of them all…So pretty
She was with her long curly golden hair…
And blue eyes…She always smiled…always
Aided anyone in need…Even though she was
Near 6 months with child growing inside her…
No doubt carrying another beautiful baby,
A child to her handsome young hunter
Liam…

Liam…Isola…She fixated upon them…Ideas
Filling her head…The race of time, and desperation.
She went to Isola and asked for her attention.
“My dear, Isola…Would you do something
For me? Its very important.”

“Of course, grandmother, anything.” Isola answered.

“I need you and Liam to gather me fresh herbs
For my medicines and recipes,” Elspa told her
Urgently, “From the valleys north, along
The hills and glens near the Scots…It’s a
Journey for you I know…But only you have
Eyes for this…Only you can do this for
Me…Ask Liam to take you…As soon
As possible…Please?”

Isola held her pregnant belly with concern.

“You are fine,” grandmother Elspa assured her,
“This brief hunt for herbs along the hills
Will do you good. And you and Liam will have
Some time alone…” She looked over the
Village, the playing children…The peace in the air…
Stabbing at the fear inside her…She fought the tears
Welling up.

Isola looked deeply into her grandmother. “What is it?
Why do you look so upset?”

“It’s nothing.” Her grandmother simply
Patted her hand then led her to a small stone
Hut…Then began giving her grand daughter
The things she would need, pouches, leather
Wraps to hold things…and various precious
Things she had…Mystical items such as talismans,
Charms for good luck and protection…things
She held dear…Then she gave her, her very
Best fur shawl coat and bag…

“Grandmother, why are you giving me all your best
Things?” Isola asked. “This rabbit coat is your
Favorite…”

“It’s getting colder,” grandmother said humbly. “I
Won’t need them…” She saw Isola begin to form
Questions and held out her hand to quiet her. “Take
Them…Please…I want to tell you something…And
Remember it…You know we’re different…I have
Told you the stories since you were very small.
Everyone…all of us have gifts…Yours is special…
You’re so young, you have time to grow…get
To know it…LISTEN…Listen to things…Pay
Attention to things…Most like to talk…They push
To be heard…You…I…We use our senses wisely…
Appreciate the silence…and the sounds…Listen…
Pay attention to your dreams the way I’ve told you.
Listen…The voice…The voices…You know what
I mean.” Elspa said, her eyes wide, glassy and
Magical… “Ignore those who shake your instincts…
Let them talk…Those that question too much
Never listen…never learn…Just like the ones
Who complain too much…Listen…You smile…
You keep smiling the way you do…Keep growing
This way…I am so proud of you.”

“You’re acting like I’m going away forever…” Isola
Laughed, confused.

Her grandmother led her outside…and called for
Liam…who, she knew was already readying himself
For a hunting trip for game along the trail she
Mentioned…She told him kindly, but firmly to
Take Isola with him…He protested briefly, then
Gave in…The trip was a welcome idea for them to
Be alone…Then Elspa was bidding them farewell…
Kissing them goodbye…And she cried as she watched
The young couple walk away…for the last time…
Then she began going around the village…Talking
To everyone…trying to sense things…to find
Excuses to make them listen…to make them
Scatter…Few listened…They were too pre-occupied
With their games, chores or gossip…Then she
Sat by the fire pit in the center of the village
Huts…watched children play…then prayed…
That awful nagging mysterious…of HIM…inside
Her head… “They’re coming Elspa…They’re coming.”

The young couple still in their teens, Liam and
Isola, followed the worn-out weeded trails through
Woods and slopes…across rocky streams…
Through high grass valley meadows to reach the
Place grandmother desired…A fair day’s hike away…
They built a campfire that night and settled in
Beneath a shelter of slanted brush and leafy cover
For a modest romantic evening…They talked
Very shyly of how nice it was to be alone together;
They were such a sweet young couple…

Both remarked how strange grandmother had been
Acting… “More than usual,” Liam remarked.
“She tells such great stories at night though.”
Everyone loved grandmother’s stories…from the
Old days when tribes and clans fought
Constantly…before that strange star fell…
Before…A time when the land was full of
Stories of the forest spirits…The Fair Folk…
Of elves…and strange white beasts in the
Woods with one horn…

“Something is different.” Isola said shaking
Her head, her eyes aglow, mesmerized by the
Flames of the campfire… “Something feels
Different.”

By break of days they found themselves woken
By a calamity in the woods…The voices of a band
Of young men…hunters from the north…Very
Close to crossing their path…
“Scots!” Liam whispered hard…But before they
Could gather their things to slip quietly into the
Woods for cover, the group of hunters were upon
Them…Ten young men…All bold older teens
That talked big but stood small, adults of
The era…brats to our modern world…They
Came upon Isola and Liam with spears, knives
And staffs…talking loud with old world accents
Like big men… “Name your clan,” they said
By a leader whose bearded face spoke with the
Voice of a boy… “We are the Picts…And you are?”

“Grifton’s tribe of the south,” Liam quietly
Answered…trying to stand strong and brave to them…
As the boys all immediately admired the fair
Isola…

“The Picts?” Isola asked…thinking fast. “My
Grandmother spoke of you…of Macduff.
Her sister became his wife, Kimry?”

The leader thought for a moment. “The mid-wife, Elspa,
Is your grandmother? The healer from the south?”

“Yes.” Isola said.

“Ah.” The Pict leader said resting his spear, and
Commanding his group to follow his calmer stance. “I
Know of her…” Respect came quick then. “I am
Moxt. We’ll give you no trouble then…Kimry
Is kin, my uncle’s wife…We’re fair to you, no fights.
What are you doing here?”

“Just gathering herbs for Elspa.” Liam told them.

“Will you share what you find?” Moxt asked.
“Our healer recently died…Things are uncertain
Right now…Our clans gather wide…The last
Moon saw more invaders come from the east…
Villages are falling…Danger is in the air, in the
Woods…You should be careful…not to stay alone…
The invaders coming are unlike any seen
Or fought before.”

“Invaders?” Liam questioned fast… “The last moon?
We heard or saw nothing?”

“Why to the north?” Isola asked, confused.

Moxt hesitated, but trusted his instincts and
Considered them friends… “They came by boats…
Tall and wide…with sails…clothed in metal,
With hoods of metal also…some
Riding beasts…They have foreign tongues, we
Don’t know them…But a prisoner was taken
And called himself, his people…Roman.”

“Roman?” Liam asked. “By boat? That
Would make them from far…?”

“Grandmother.” Isola gasped. Her
Mind spun fast…The trip…her request
For herbs…it was so late in the year for
Finding them…Her grandmother’s gifts…her
Behavior…the way she fussed over her, dressed
Her…she touched her rabbit coats. “Romans…
She knew they were coming then…She saw it.”

“Your grandmother is a shaman?” Moxt
Asked intrigued; his hunters less so.

“She asked us to come here,” Isola explained,
“For her herbs…she was urgent…sad.”

Liam looked to Isola puzzled, “But we heard nothing
Of invaders…It has been very quiet…”

“We have not seen other villages in months,”
Isola told him… “Anything could have come…
By chance we missed it yet.”

“Not for long.” Moxt shook his head and
Laughed… “These Romans come fast and
Hard…intent on standing on our land.”

“We must go back.” Isola held Liam’s arm.
She had this awful feeling. “We left so fast,
So suddenly fast…by her request…”

“My men and I will come with you,” Moxt
Told them, “I would like to see your land…
We’re scouring for signs of Romans…This
Could tell us something…”

And so they banded together…Liam and Isola
Led Moxt and his hunters down the trails to
Their land…Where by near end of day they
Found what they feared most…
Pillars of smoke from a distance said it first…
The village…Their village…was in black ashes…
Everything was torn apart…nothing was
Untouched…

But the worst was the gruesome scene of bodies…
No tribes fought like this before…
The eldest all lay dead…
Some beheaded or stripped of limbs…as were all
The smallest children…it was a blood bath…
A slaughter of innocents, the weak…

Horrified, they found grandmother Elspa
Gored by spear through her chest…
Her eyes still open wide in pain and fear…
It was awful, wordless…
But there were no bodies of young people
Anywhere? Why? They were taken?
That made no sense…

Isola walked teary-eyed through the village…
She couldn’t bring herself to touch anything,
She felt as if she were a shattered spirit
Floating through the grisly scene…
Then her mind surrendered to senses,
By the overwhelming emotions that struck…

Visions filled her head…
She saw them…The invader Romans…
Dressed in metal, chest, back and hoods…
Crowned with red flares…Warriors like none
They knew with polished flashy weapons…
They came upon the village not long after
She and Liam left…
The fight was hard and fast…The killing wide,
And measureless…They never saw it coming!
But Elspa did…Her grandmother knew!
And no one listened…

They spoke a strange language…loud, fierce…
Her people, family, families ran…
Only to be caught quick…forced to kneel…
They were rated of worth…
The old and young sentenced to immediate death…
Those of youthful vigor, prime of age
Chosen for pleasure as slaves, the women, girls…
Beaten, raped, stripped…and some of the
Young boys too…Humiliation…Torture…
The red hair, the blue eyes…Gold hair…
The prize…To be delivered to their homeland
As trophy slaves…for any purpose of desire…
As screams and cries of the haunting scene
Filled her head…Isola turned…
Then saw it…

The beast, animal…that they rode…
Standing there…on four legs…plainly…
Out in the open, alone between two huts…
Her eyes apart from mind sensed the animal…
Of flaxen mane…a nutty rich brown shiny body…
A powerful muscled animal…
Her eyes to its, his eyes…Its body quivered
As it neighed…left behind…Abandoned?
No…it fought its way…away from its tamers…
The horse that found her…
Watched her, sensed her…A sensitive
Animal…And she went to it, and stroked
The creamy blaze of its face…
A bridge made from mind to mind…
Britain had unknowingly found its first horse.

Liam and Moxt approached her and the animal…
“Be careful!” Liam warned his young pregnant
Beloved. “You don’t know what this can do!”

“I’ve seen these beasts before,” Moxt told them, “The
Romans ride upon them…We’ve caught a few,
Slain them for victory feasts…They’re tasty.”

Isola grimaced at Moxt’s words, as she stroked
The animal, “Men think with their stomachs.
He’s beautiful.”

“You don’t even know what it is.” Liam shook his head.

“It’s a horse.” She said without thinking…
Her senses told her everything…

“A what?” Liam asked.

“A horse.” Isola said…her eyes wide and large,
Like the animal’s eyes…Her awe for the horse
Overtaking the moment…Magic…Into his mind…
The way it thought, felt…breathed…The
Way it stood, muscles flexed…He was born to
Move…driven by a powerful instinct…its mind
Worked with pictures, forged by feelings…of
Survival…to eat, drink, move…Tied to the
Land by legs that gave it strength and
Reason to dance…and jump…and run.
She never felt such clarity before…
The voice…The spirit of animals spoke to her…
Few understood this…
The birds that fly…adrift, gliding the air
With wings to soar…eyes to see beyond all things…
Those of predators…to strike, hunt those
On ground or sky…Earth…Air…
The rabbit on the ground…Innocence that hides,
Survival…the flight to run…
Animals…The furry souls, feathered souls
Of all kinds…few appreciated them beyond food
Or beasts of burden…
It never struck her so hard before…
Grandmother had often cared for orphaned animals…
The respect, love of nature…a wisdom taught
Of virtue and medicine…Shamans learned this way…
But for Isola this was…The first personal moment
In her life…
Despite and through the slaughter of her village…
This encounter, meeting with this…horse…
Stirred something within her…
Grandmother’s stories and wisdom filled her head…
The woman within her rose…
And the horse spoke to her…
A tale of its life…an animal slave…its spirit
Bred, bought, stolen…beaten, spirit tamed, whipped,
Tithed and chained to be used as a mount
For brutes for its strength…or to haul or pull
Loads…There was no allowance…
It was nature’s first eternal slave to man…
And somehow…by her own ravaged loss she
Bore of her people…she made a bound tie
To the horse’s mind…In a whisper, a promise
Of respect and admiration…
The slave animal became her friend…An echo
Through time…

The magic moment then was broken…war cries…
From the forest line nearby…The metal clothed
Roman men reappeared, they by chance
Re-tracked to the village to find their commander’s
Horse…

Time ran fast…The Pict hunters cried war
In return, Liam shouted for her to run…
But Isola was held still by the horse…and
Somehow he told her what to do, and she
Raised her foot to the stirrup…and raised herself
Upon his back…The horse danced, she took
The reigns…The Romans yelled their
Language of war and rage…pointing with
Swords and spears to her, and the horse…
They charged…And her horse launched
Into a flightful run…unlike Isola ever
Knew…
Liam panting in panic raced after her to
Follow as the Pict hunters fought the Romans…
More and more of the invaders emerged
From the woods…They were outnumbered…

Isola’s horse raced for the hills, finding
Trails by feet only animals knew to find…
Liam followed with all his speed…but could
Not catch her…Then Moxt followed and a
Few of his men…They knew their odds favored
Retreat then…

A team of more Romans on horseback…
Emerged from the woods to follow, chase…
They wanted their commander’s horse bad…
A foolish price of pride…
The odds were desperate, ridiculous…

Then moment found…a mystical intervention…
The echoes of thunder…
Then as if some invisible line had been drawn
In the sand by higher hand,
The band of Roman horse soldiers halted in a row…
They fought their riders, feet stomping the Earth…
Eyes wide with life, protest…
Ears twitching to the voice only they heard…
Some ethereal siren’s song that commanded
Nature…perhaps from some Watcher’s past…
Then they threw their riders with bucking fury
That scattered the Roman attack into chaos…
So much so they forgot to pursue Isola, Liam
And the Picts…

Isola’s mount would deliver her, Liam and
Moxt and his men to safety to the northern
Territories…Where they would eventually
Find a new home…build an army that
Would halt further Roman invasions…

More horses liberated from their bringers would
Also find a future home…in this land…
Still the tale remains…that it
Was a young pregnant Isola who rode the first
Horse there…Unless of course other points
Were given here…it depends entirely how you
Read it…eyes and ears to see what they will…

Now…then…The story departs to far different
Eyes…
On the ship that sees all things of time…

There they watched…by and for duty…
Their jobs…Camlo, still in his pale blue
Uniform…studying the quiet fauna…

Ceres, the golden blond beautiful princess woman
Watcher of Earth…wearing her red dress…
Sat watching the animals, in her seat at
The console politely…with quiet smiles of
Dignity…

Apollo, the tall creamy haired chiseled man
Still in his drapery clothes, sat in the
Captain’s chair…Watching the mortals’ dramas
Of Earth…Multitasking of course…so
Many things were going on upon the Earth…
He laughed without a smile, “Ceres…Horses?
Upon the Emerald Islands…Do the words
Mean anything to you?”

“Sensitively brilliant animals.” She answered slyly
Without facing him.

“I thought we were ordered…” Apollo also slyly
Said… “To not interfere but only…WATCH…”

“I was there, I heard his orders.” Ceres
Answered…without the slightest care…

“The girl…a baby survived,” Apollo responded,
“From a fitful line of horses that held
Soldiers to follow.”

“How interesting.” Ceres said as she watched the whales
Passing in the seas…near a chain of islands…
Somewhere special. “Perhaps animals make
A difference after all…Perhaps studying
Them is more significant somehow.” She smiled.

“Are you making a point to me or someone
Else?” Apollo asked.

“Who could possibly be listening to our
Conversation?” Ceres asked. “Are you taking
Notes? Would you repeat it to someone
Sometime? Who would care?”

Apollo paused to laugh, roll his eyes…
To the air…As if there was or would be
Some eyes or ears out there… “Why would I
Mention such a thing? History none should
Know? To suggest…to pay attention to listen
More…To all those little things that you
Pass by…?”

“As if signs are there for who?” Ceres
Laughed…then faced him, smiling. “You
Poise yourself as if to tell some story…
Why? When, what for? For who?”

“I would tell a friend if I had to” He
Said nicely.

“If you had one.” She said playfully. “Break
Open a prize of victory if they catch
That one.”

“Are you saying I have no friends?”

She stood then strolled to say it beside him.
“I’m saying…That you shouldn’t have to
Share such an obvious thing with a friend…
Unless it had a gentle meaning…Otherwise…
I would see it as…a warning…”

“Such interesting words there.” Apollo
Speculated…before his eyes fell back to
Observing the images on his screen…His
Expression sank…slowly…almost painfully.

“That is a look I have never seen.” She
Said to him.

“Why?” He asked slowly.

“Your look…it aches…” She said.

“This…” Apollo said, nodding once to the screen…
“Upon this world…The way civilizations grow…
Or rather, re-grow…Evolve? Mutate?
Mutilate?” He laughed painfully.

“What is it?” She asked. “Say it.”

“I do not like this…” Apollo answered, his eyes
Wide… “I have never heard of this sort of…
Progress before.”

“Think to what it belongs.” Ceres said.

“Should that matter?” Apollo asked… “No
Sense can be given for it…no matter who
Claims the rites of passage…or their
Hand in the shaping.”

Ceres sighed as she slowly returned to her seat.
“Watchers have no opinion in those, remember?”

“Something has to happen…sometime.” He
Said studying the screen.

“Pray for revelations.” Ceres told him, resuming her
Duties as well… “Write a book…whisper in someone’s
Ear…Tell them a tale they won’t believe…more
Words?”

“Revelations…” He laughed…his gaze falling intensely
Upon the history unfolding…The rising of an
Empire on a primitive world…one that shadowed
One larger…vast, master empire in the stars…
“The echoes…” He moaned…his mind regretfully
Taking in the perils, the turbulence taking shape on
The lost guardian world…Inside, he confessed, it
Revolted him…

“Did you say something?” She asked as she
Turned to the look of agony silently overtaking
His face. “That look…”

“Please…” He quietly said to her, so humbly it
Frightened her…He raised his eyes to hers then, “Would you…
Might I ask just one thing of you?”

“Of course.”

“Your sister,” he thought carefully as he spoke,
“The one that works in the capital…concerning
Matters of the council, the outer planets?”

“Chanta?” Ceres asked.

“Yes…Chanta…” He nodded… “Could you grant me
A private conference with her? Please?”

His politeness struck her senses nearly speechless.
He never made requests…He was never so…humble.
“Of course.” She began pressing buttons
At her panel. “Go to the meeting room…
Wait for the call…” She simply nodded.

“Thank you.” He quietly replied then made
His departure…left the main bridge…followed
A brightly lit shiny pearly hallway to a
Small room at the very end…used for private
Communications…He entered, then sat at
A large desk-type counter that faced
A blank wall with only one flat screen object lighting
The dark room…Then waited…

It wasn’t long before a static like glow filled
The window-like screen…The image then cleared
To form the view on the other side…back
Home…Another private room where a very
Beautiful flawlessly looking dark red haired
Woman sat in a pale blue uniform waiting
For him. “Apollo?”

“Yes, thank you.” He greeted her kindly.

“My sister says you wish to speak with me?”
Chanta asked. “Concerning what?”

“You manage contact with the outside?” He
Asked her, “With the outside council?”

“I do.” She answered carefully.

“I have something to ask you.” Apollo said,
His manner very serious. “I need you to
Contact the Mother World…To ask
Them to send a ship to observe some recent
Behavior on Earth.”

Chanta’s crystal-like blue eyes
Seemed to roll then blink in wild thought. “Such
Requests are never made.”

“I must ask this.” He said. “I must ask now.”

Chanta was a woman of high standing…brilliant,
Virtuous…spiritual…but always politically correct;
She dared to break no rules… “Why would I do
This? Watchers are forbidden to interfere…”

“Please.” Apollo humbly said… “There are
Things beginning on this world I do not like.”
He saw her readied response and held out his
Hand to beg for her to listen. “All worlds are
Molded differently I know…But this…”

“You refer to Rome?” Chanta asked,
Carefully forming her words.

“You are aware?” He was surprised, a little.

“Yes, of course.” She said, confessed, quickly.

A moment of silence as he fought his
Insides to find reasons, the mystery…
Suddenly a bigger picture filled his head…
Of course they know…They had to.
“You know?” He squinted.

“Of course we know.” Chanta answered calmly.
“We are aware of everything going on…on the
Slave worlds.”

“You say that carefully.” Apollo responded, studying
Her face. “But not all worlds?”

“No, not all worlds.” She said…extremely cautious
With every word.

Apollo thought fast, quietly…nearly scowling as his
Deep voice formed the words, “When I came
To my post…When the trade routes were
Flourishing…When Atlantis was still a new
City…and the colonies were spreading…You
Knew the empire would annex this quadrant
Of space…how?”

“They were following the gold…” Chanta
Answered. “Their greed always follows the
Resources.”

“But,” he said, “Then…What happened here…
The invasion…They stripped the planet…
The experiments…They encouraged the evolution
Of a new race…”

“Yes, we know,” Chanta simply answered, “The
Meta-humans…”

“They ceased to become humans when the
DNA of so many species were entwined into theirs.”
He said.

“Their humanity was resumed when you had the
Elvar of the Danu interfere in their evolution.”
Chanta corrected.

He cleared his throat. “I did not tell them
To do anything…”

“Do not think I am a fool,” she told him
Fast and hard, “Or that any of us are
Unaware of what YOU did, Apollo.”

“I remained within all the—“

“You walk a fine line with rules,” Chanta said.
“Everyone is aware…The only reason you have
Not been reprimanded, withdrawn from your
Position and imprisoned with Xander…is the
Potential of the situation.”

“Someone…” He said hard, biting down with his teeth,
“had to do…something…The Empire consumes
This universe…And when it has it all there
Will be a war of universes…and you know
What will happen.”

“We are all aware of how much time we
Have left.” Chanta snapped. “The fact
Remains there is a chance.”

“Chance for what?” Apollo snapped. “This
Civilization, this Shadow Empire of Rome that
Likens into the structure of the Reptilians
Homeworld…The slavery…The carnal
Indulgences…The blood games…Even
The way they worship…”

“As with so many other worlds.” She simply,
Calmly said.

“How can you say this with such simple
Breath?” Apollo asked. His manner, the
Nature of the boy that became the man became
Bold… “What are we watching for? Waiting
For?”

“We are apart from time,” Chanta said
Slowly, trying to express that she did care but
Was also held by position, “We are fortunate
To exist where others can not…To survive…
To Exist? We are but figments…
Dreams to the outside…They will never
Comprehend this…And that is our blessing.
Let them not understand…So we can work…
Suggest with inspiration…through dreams…
Riddle some whispered words on the wind…
Mysterious creativity through art…answers
By melody of song and lyrics…”

He frowned, he knew the sacraments…
“What are we waiting for?”

“I realize you are frustrated.” Chanta said
Strong but with sympathy, “But you must, we
All must play our parts.”

“Tell me!” He nearly shouted.

“For the chance,” Chanta answered slowly,
“In all of us we quest for those answers
From where we come…The source…our
Creation…There is far more than physical
World…The ethereal, the supernatural dimension
Of life we ride alongside…gives us glimpses, clues…
To what is beyond our physical laws…
The most advanced civilizations study this…”

“Of course.” Apollo rolled his eyes. “All
Fools know the common sense…So?”

“We obey and respect spiritual laws…
The natural order of things.” Chanta
Answered. “The Empire does not. They
Attempt to bridge the two by their
Experiments…The meta-human…That
Can create a bridge to Heaven…”

“You speak of witchcraft and spirit
Mediums?” He asked.

“No,” she snapped. “Witchcraft is of sciences
Of the mind…Spirit mediums break the spirit
Laws…I am not talking about conversations.
I am talking about an actual physical
Bridge…in human form…”

“A door?” He asked.

“Or window, yes.” She nodded. “Every
Few thousand years…The Heavens offer
Glimpses to us…meanings by messages of
Our creation through acts of divine
Intervention…IF…they can create a meta-
Human that can be a bridge…They
Can talk to Heaven…But they also intend
To invade it…influence it…”

“No physical being commands the Heavens!”
Apollo said.

“Of course not…Only an idiot would assume
They can control beings from the higher
Realms…Angels…Archangels…Cherubim…”

“Their arrogance assumes they can invade
And control Heaven?” He laughed. “It
Will destroy them first.”

“That’s how worlds die,” Chanta agreed,
“For when they get close to this in their
Experiments…Heaven responds by harsh
Lessons of blood, death…cataclysm.”

“So what am I to do then?” He asked.

“Wait…” She insisted… “Watch the
Evolution take place…Find the successful
Vessel…communicate with the cosmic forces
Before they do…Let us build the bridge
Before they do…”

“And then?” He asked.

“Then the war begins…” She said. “It’s not
About one world, one or Earth or any other…
It’s about ALL worlds…And saving our fate.
Now go…Watch…Wait…Watch some more…
Find the vessels of divine intervention…Then…
Once you do…We will react and plan accordingly.”
She ended the communication.

He sat in silent thought for a while
Pondering their discussion…He had the time…
The knowledge…The technology…The
Space of secrecy to hide…it was but
The waiting and watching that was
The chore…

End that part…
Now eyes and ears to this…

Rana stood bathed in the golden glow
Of the lights as her sisters, Vala and
Ceres joined her…The three…

“So that’s what you needed to hear,” Rana
Said to the notebook… “This is how it will
Be now…Like it? Excellent…Don’t like it?
Don’t read it…Retreat and scratch yourselves,
I don’t care.”

“Lesser humans find great difficulty in
Managing their behavior.” Ceres laughed.
“The wise listen…They can manage their
Ears and mouth quite well.”

“You do know this Earth well.” Rana laughed.
“Their communication devices…IF…they
Only knew how many eavesdrop on every
Little thing from the stars above…
They entertain themselves? HA! They truly
Entertain others even more.”

Vala, with her long honey colored wavy
Hair and candled-colored eyes of flame
Hummed her siren’s song… “Let me
Impart this…There will be no repeating
Lessons…The Heavens are kind to fools
No longer…which is why pain and death
Are so abrupt…

Fear the road…respect things…
These are the things to know…
The light comes…The seasons will be
Hostile…for they should be cold…
Arctic winds…make ICE…bring it…
Challenge your course from what you knew…
Make it what you need to know…
Follow your dreams…But more importantly
Know their meaning…
Quiet your noisy mouth and listen more…
The Echoes of Thunder…
The storm comes…
These are The Thunders.”

Valiant

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The Sandman spoke in whispers.
Softly…a dream, a riddle?
‘No’, he said, ‘Something a little
Easier to process. But still something
To hear…’

Now this is more of a tale for adults,
Just go with it, laugh if you can.

There was a family of 3 bears
That lived in the wild wooded mountains.
There was a Grandpa bear, who tended
To be a little too angry…A Papa bear,
Who knew so much, as all Papa bears
Say they do…and a Mama bear, who loved,
And kind of complained, a lot, as most Mama
Bears do…and a Little Baby bear…
But baby bears don’t count yet, they’re
Not mean enough to handle the adults.

The 3 bears lived in this big big
Cave. It had all the modern conveniences,
Nice big beds, a big storage pantry
For those big hungry bear appetites…
Some old furniture to lay on…And
Of course, a nice big flat screen TV
So they could keep up with all the
Current worldly affairs. (Hey, it’s a
Fairy tale…sort of, it could happen.
So just go with it.)

The bears ate together regularly,
And discussed the daily news and
Gossip of the neighborhood, as well as
What they saw on their TV. The times
Were changing, things were getting
Tough for bears everywhere. The seasons
Were moving every year, nature was more
Intense in the woods. Even the
Fish in the rivers seemed to complain
About it, things just seemed off.

As they sat together one night to eat
Their dinner of berries and whatever meat
They could find…around their
Big flat screen TV, of course; that
Thing was always on. They could
Not help but to engage in a more
Vigorous conversation than normal.

‘What the hell is going on with this
World?’ Grandpa bear bellowed as he
Gnawed on some bones. ‘I tell ya
All you youngsters are screwing
Things up. A bear can’t even find
Peace in his own cave!’

‘What are you talking about?’ Papa bear
Groaned. ‘You slept all day, and watched
TV. You have a cave to sleep in, be
Grateful.’

‘Don’t you sass me youngster.’ Grandpa
Bear growled. ‘I’ve had a hard miserable
Life! Back in the old days of the WW
(the wild woods), a bear survived and in his
Old age, earned the glory and respect
Of all!’

‘You hid in the woods, and ate fish
And ran from hunters Old Bear.’ Papa
Bear groaned. ‘Big deal, it was
Far tougher for me! I had to use
My brains!’

‘You hid in caves, and went out for
Food at dusk when the hunters left,
Dear…’ Mama said. ‘Lots of bears
Do that.’

‘But it’s smart, isn’t it?’ Papa bear
Growled with a stomp. ‘I’m a smart
Bear, I am…grumble, groan,
BURP.’

‘The World is going to Hell!’ Grandpa
Bear said. ‘Do you see what they talk
About on the news? I tell ya the
Commies are taking over! They’re all
The same, they’re all the same! Every year
They yell and complain. It never ends!
What’s a bear got to do to get respect
Anymore?!’

‘Hang quietly on a wall.’ Papa bear
Laughed! Ha Ha Ha! See, See, I’m
Not only smart, I’m funny too!
Ha Ha Ha! Grumble groan BURP!’

‘Yes, that’s true my Dear.’ Mama
Bear sighed. ‘Man bears…all the
Same,’ she shook her head. ‘Thank
God for Mama bears, Thank God
For Mama bears.’

‘You Mama bears have it easy!’ Grandpa
Bear said. ‘We Man bears have to
Protect and be Ferocious and think
All the time. It’s terrible!’ He lowered
His head in sadness. ‘Poor Grandma
Bear, I thought I told her not to
Cross the street. Poor Grandma bear.’

Mama bear rolled her eyes. ‘Deliver us
From this wisdom Dear Lord of Bear kind…
Savages and idiots rule the Earth.’

‘Did you say something about my
Intelligence?’ Grandpa bear growled.
‘Don’t sass me Mama Bar! I tell
Ya all you free thinking commies
Show no respect to Republican Bears!’

‘Mama bear,’ Baby asked. ‘What’s
Grandpa saying…what’s a republican?’

‘He doesn’t know what he’s saying
Dear.’ Mama bear said. ‘He got it
From the TV. Now eat your berries, and
Stop getting dirt on your paws while you
Eat!’

‘Commies, Commies everywhere! Out to
Kill us Grandpa Bears! Grandpa
Growled, looking around suspiciously
‘Where are they? Where are they? It’s
Those bleep bleep phonies on the
News, they’re out to get us bears, I tell
Ya!’

‘Quit watching that TV will ya!’ Papa
Bear growled. ‘It’s killing your brain!’

‘You’re a Commie now are ya!’ Grandpa
Bear growled fiercely. ‘I didn’t
Raise no wimpy pansy commie
Not to respect my intelligence,
Stupid!’

‘You don’t know what you’re talking
About, you old fool bear!’ Papa bear
Said. ‘You’re a republican, I’m
Not a commie. Ya heard it on the
TV! That’s all!’

‘Don’t you sass me!’ Grandpa swatted
Aimlessly. He was half blind, but don’t
Worry, his motor skills and senses
Were equally matched.

Mama bear sighed. ‘Somewhere over
The rainbow, a beautiful world exists for me…
I settled for this, for that is the duty
Of Mama bears…Pray for peace, pray
For brains…Now where’s that honey I
Hid away for my berries…mmmmm…!’

‘Am I the only one with any
Common sense in this family?’ Papa
Bear yelled. ‘Now you all shut
Up and be quiet! You’re all stupid
And I’m the smartest. There,
Problem solved!’

‘Don’t sass me, Don’t sass me!’
Grandpa bear growled swatting
Aimlessly. ‘This world is nuts!
I know, I see it! I know it all,
Now you better listen to me!’

‘God save us bears!’ Mama bear began
To pray. ‘For we suffer from
Brilliance and insanity. Please God
Save us.’ She turned to Baby bear.
‘See, I pray for us. Now that’s a
Good thing. Do like Mommy, Baby
Bear…go on, paws together…pray…
It works. See, we’re saints now!’

And Baby bear sat there staring with
The most confused expression. ‘Mama
Bear? Is this hell?’

And the 3 bears all froze in
Shock and horror, and with big
Wide eyes stared at Baby bear.
‘Who taught you that awful
Word!?’ They said in unison.

And Papa bear roared. ‘What the
Bleep bleep f—ing bleep are
You teaching Baby bear?’ And
He pointed angrily to little Baby bear.
‘Now you go down to the stream
And wash your mouth out! Go on, Go!
What the f—ing bleep is happening
To this world?! Look what it’s doing
To our Baby bears! We have to revolt!’

‘Mama bear, I’m scared to go to the
Stream…you said it was dangerous?’
Said Baby bear…

Mama bear leaned over. ‘Now Baby bear,
If you want to say such bad words,
You have to accept the consequences and
Go down to the stream and wash
Your mouth, and paws. You’re
An independent now…all you
Have to do is avoid your ass
From getting shot. Now go on,
Shoo-shoo-shoo…go wash your
Paws now. Go on, go on.’

And Baby bear scampered off
Timidly, nervously, to the stream. (Don’t
Worry, he was OK. He was spared the
Brilliant insanity of the adults’ company,
It was actually a peaceful escape.)

And then Grandpa bear roared and
Growled fiercely, but still swatted aimlessly.
‘This world is going to hell! Damn
Commies and Republicans! Where’s my
Fish? Who took it? Who took it?
I know somebody took my fish!’

‘Papa bear, I think Grandpa bear has
Really lost his mind.’ Mama bear
Sighed while praying vigilantly. ‘Do
Something.’

‘What do you want me to do?’
Papa bear groaned. ‘Pray” Ask
Aliens to save us?’

‘Oh no, aliens wouldn’t come here…
Except maybe to marvel at the
Insanity and hang danger signs.’
Mama bear said.

‘I’ve had enough of you ungrateful
Youngster bears! You’re all a bunch
Of stinking republicans!’
Grandpa bear roared.

‘You just called us Commies!’ Papa
Bear bellowed. ‘Make up your mind
Will ya!’

‘I’m praying. I’m praying.’ Mama
Bear said. ‘That solves everything.
Ignore it and it will go away.
I need more honey and berries.’

‘Don’t sass me!’ Grandpa bear
Bellowed. You stole my fish
And hid it, didn’t you? You
Rotten republican commie bastards!’

And Papa bear stared in wonder.
‘I have no idea what he means
Any more. Is it winter yet? I
Really want to sleep now.’

‘You can’t dear,’ Mama bear said.
‘Your favorite show is on at 11.’

‘Oh oh, that’s right.’ Papa bear laughed.
‘I love that guy.’

‘You’re all stupid. ALL of you!’
Grandpa bear roared and swatted, then
Gently scratched himself with a grin,
Then roared again. ‘I’m going out
To sit in the woods! And when I
Get back…(pause)…My fish had
Better be right back here where
I left it…or there’s going to be HELL!’
And at that, Grandpa bear stomped
Out of the cave, aimlessly of
Course.

Papa bar immediately roared, ‘Don’t
You Dare! Don’t you dare go and
Shit in the neighbor’s cave again!
You messed up their rock garden
And I had to spend HOURS
Cleaning it up! HOURS! I missed
My favorite show! Do you hear me?!
Do you hear me?!’ And Papa bear
Swung wildly at the air and
Stomped his foot, then ran to
The cave entrance… ‘He’s doing it!’
He roared out to Grandpa bear.
‘You old fool! That’s the Neighbors’
Cave! Don’t you go squatting
There – Don’t you -Don’t Do it!
Bleep bleep f—bleep! He’s doing
It right there! Now I’m going
To have to clean it up, I’m
Going to miss my favorite show!
Damn it!’

‘I’m praying, I’m praying,’ Mama
Bear said. ‘Praying solves everything,
Just ignore it and it goes away.
Pretend pretend…where’s my
Honey and berries?’

Meanwhile, Baby bear sat at
The stream playing with the other
Baby bears of the neighborhood,
Where they all shared some escape
Time from their parents’ rants,
Criticism and analysis of
Current events. And Baby bear
Led them all in one hopeful prayer
To the Great Lord of Bears, and Creator
Of all things… ‘Dear Great Lord of
Bears. Please save us from the dilemmas
Of this world, and the wretchedness
Of our parents’ behavior and intelligence.
Please give us lots of berries, and lots
Of fish. And if the world does end,
Please tell them all to shut up first
So that we can have a moment of peace.
Many thanks, Sincerely, From us Baby Bears.’

Valiant.

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