Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Last Mammoth…

*song* ‘The Power of Love’ by Laura Branigan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUjp2qJ20yU

(please note: listen to this version of the song before, during after)

Watchers Entry, Star Date: 11.01.11.71
Date Received: 11.10.17
Ceresnoelle, House of Ell’M
English…
Recorded Data Stream Transmission

Protocols for Species Terra Post
Extinction of Mammoth, Samples Request
Specimens Preservations, Request
Transfer Data. Request
Request Denied.
Terra Post Species Termination. Alternate Protocols.
Request Paladium Assistance. Species Preservation.
Request Denied Postulate. Alternate Protocols.
Explain Alternate Protocols. Explain.
Terra Post Species Termination Alternate.
Explain.
Explain.

Data Stream Record. Watchers Records. Transfer.
Temporal Law Violation.
Request Paladium Assistance.
L’iel Ompuc Officer override Instruction Override.
Send to Valiant. Dream Project.
Valiant?
Paladium. Instruction. Temporal Message.
Send. To. Valiant.
Ceres. Send. To. Valiant.

This is a data stream record. On the Watchers
Ship…A distant Post. Bypass Ship’s records
And recorded as Ceres diary. Message sent to
Her sister back home, but instead, sent forward,
As a sort of message in a bottle to the present,
To avoid Temporal Violation; Diary entries are
Not monitored.

Ceres sat at the console before the view
Screen, observing surface species of the planet as
Usual. Her observations were of a dwindling
Wooly Mammoth population. She was sending
A message to the Postulate requesting
Permission to take specimens of The Last Wooly
Mammoths before the species fell victim to
Extinction. The Head office denied her request
Without explanation.

She sent an appeal to her Superiors at
The Paladium for assistance…but the only
Response she was given, or instruction, was
To send an encrypted message through time
To Valiant. Further private explanation
Came apart from this message. This is Ceres
Log entry of The Last Mammoth…as some
Kind of telepathic message sent through time.

She sat at the console on the bridge
Struggling with transmissions with the
Postulate dictating protocols, and alternate
Suggestions. She was very frustrated, unable
To understand the instructions given…send to
Valiant?

Apollo sat in the Commander’s, or Captain’s
Chair if you will, watching Ceres growing
Frustration as she sat at her appointed seat.
“Is there a problem that I can assist
You with, Ceres?”

She winced at the sound of his voice,
Ignoring it for the moment and continued
Reviewing her instructions from the Paladium. She
Had no idea what to do, this was not standard
Procedure…The instructions she was given were
So strange. “Valiant?”

“What?” Apollo asked, watching her with keen
Interest.

Suddenly she turned around to face him. She
Was at a loss of reasons what to do. “The
Mammoths…the population is dwindling fast.”
She glanced at the readings as a separate
Time line progressed the situation on the planet.”
“I sent a request to take specimens. “The
Request was denied.” Ceres was clearly
Confused.

Apollo took a deep breath to think carefully
At his seat. “Why would they deny your
Request to take specimens? There must be an
Appropriate reason.”

“I do not see one.” She simply said to him
With a calm but boiling expression.

Apollo tapped his finger on the console to
Focus. “This…makes no sense. Are their
Numbers chanced to recover?”

“No.” Ceres answered. “Their numbers are
Steadily falling. The planet is warming, climate
Change is allowing new species to cross paths…
Changing the distribution of feeding and
Herd migration. New viruses and bacteria are
Affecting Fauna growth- “

Camlo interjected. “Indeed, they are. The colder
Climates, aren’t adjusting well to the new seasons…
New plants and trees are spreading
Further North, along with insects and
Bacteria…The animal species are not all
Adapting well, especially the larger ones.”

Ceres stood with a growing restlessness, and
Began to pace about the bridge. “The herds
Are too spread out…New predators are moving
In…along with the migration of primitive
Hunting tribes. Numbers of the Mammoths are
Falling…Calculations clearly indicate an
Extinction of the species. Sub-species of
This animal have already spread far South…
There is no other foreseeable hope…”

“And you have contacted your superiors about
This?” Apollo asked.

“Yes.” She answered.

“And they said?” He asked.

Ceres hesitated. She was clearly told not to
Mention the name Valiant, or the instructions give.
“To record a diary entry and send a
Temporal message.”

“A Temporal Message?” Apollo asked. The
Words struck him hard. He had not
Heard that phrase since his days in
The Watchers Colleges. “Those are restricted
To superiors only…Those are bypass orders.”

“Bypass orders?” Ceres questioned. “I have
Never heard that before. Bypass?” She
Thought for a moment. “But then Temporal
History was not my course of study.”

“They are for Preservation.” Apollo told her…
“Those are Universal Aspects…One
Thing affecting another…Essential pieces
For the whole, again, those things are reserved
For superiors of the highest order…The Good
Of the Whole…Usually involving the Fate of
The Whole…Paradigm Projects. What does that
Have to do with one species?”

Ceres hesitated on his words and her instruction…
The name given, the course to follow…
The chartered path…the Message sent through
Time. Clearly Mysterious. But the fact that
Apollo knew these facts bothered her. “Why
Do you know this?”

“It was a subject I was told to study
By the Governor of Colleges.” He answered.
“I did not ask why.”

She thought seriously on his words…another
Strange answer. It quickly began to seem
As though pieces were previously set out for
Some plan…Perhaps even in her coming to
This post…Perhaps, dare she think it, even
In Apollo coming to this post. “And you,
Have you encountered this before…before
I came, in your post here?”

Apollo hesitated. “Only in the
Data I was given to start with…That it
Was an empty garden world…there were
No humans here…Until the Adam ship
Arrived…and then the Eve ship.”

“Was it by accident or was it deliberate?”
Ceres quickly asked.

Apollo blinked wide at the question. “I do
Not know…To be debated I suppose.”

“There are no accidents when worlds are
Settled…” Ceres told him. “Everything is
Connected…To play a deliberate part for
The whole of things…It is the timing that
Matters, more than anything.”

There was an alarm sounding at her
Seat, the panel’s console was lighting up
With flashing lights. Something was critical.
She quickly returned to her seat to review
The information… “The Time of this species
Is accelerating. Their numbers are falling
In their print of time. There is only 1 herd
Left…A Mammoth herd…5 animals left.
5!”

“That number reoccurs frequently at pivotal
Times.” Apollo commented.

“What?” Ceres wondered, shaking her head
As she tried to assess readings on the panel.

“The Hand of God.” Apollo said as he moved
To stand behind her and observe the panel.

“The Watchers College…the Postulate…”
He smiled. “Do not tell me you do not
Remember Primary Year?”

She simply stared at him.

“The fundamental Concepts of Watchers…The
5…5 fingers…The Hand of God.” Apollo
Responded rather proudly, he rarely made
Note of things she did not. “To Watch
And Observe Divine Intervention…To look
For those moments of the 5…Moments
Of Divine Intervention…When Times are
Critical…5 appear…”

Ceres shook her head refusing to see that
He made an observation that she had not.
She set the scans to slow down to the
Appropriate time units to closely monitor
The small family group of Mammoths. “5
Females…Oh No…”

“What is it?” Apollo hovered over her.

She grimaced at the closeness of his
Presence. “It was not fast enough…The Family
Group of females were migrating…crossing
A river, 2 drown…another 2 are weak, ill…
They will not survive…Only 1 older female
Is left…so fast, the time scans are taking
Too long to adjust to the time…She is
Alone…She is the last one.”

“I know these seasons of that area.” Apollo
Said, studying her panel, to her dismay. “Look
At those weather readings…The climate is
Changing…Severe pattern shifts…Difficult
For vegetation to grow. Hunting groups of the
Primitives have a difficult time searching
For game. Food is scarce. Many of the weak
Die off.”

She grew aggravated by his candor. “Thank
You for your assessment…There is still only
1 left…” She eyed him fiercely.

He sensed the determination glaring in her
Eyes. “You were instructed not to take
Specimens…There is NO way…One?”

“These orders make no sense.” She said,
Nearly growling.

“You can not defy the Postulate’s orders.”
He replied strongly.

Another alarm…Ceres immediately reviewed
Her console…Her eyes nearly exploded wide
Open in shock. “She is pregnant! The
Life signs are weak…But she is pregnant…
Oh No…”

“Probably due to the stress of the migration,
Her age…And the climate.” Apollo
Casually said…then his eyes turned to meet
Hers as she stared at him savagely. “Now,
Ceres…Do not get attached…You know
The rules of protocol…you can not…Besides,
The circumstances are laid out…ONE
Lone female left…Old, nonetheless…with a
Weak fetus inside her? This is beyond
Grim…this is a Fated end…Sad…”

‘Do not get attached?” She said. “Fated
End? SAD?” Her temper grew with each
Moment, frothing to a boiling rage. “Your
Lack of emotion and dim sympathy are
Astounding. You speak like some riddler
Of time.”

“What are you thinking then?” He laughed.
“To shun orders, break Protocol? Save ONE
Last pregnant female and her weak fetus.
For what? Some saving grace to argue
With our superiors? They will not listen, they
Have stated what is to be done.”

“They are WRONG.” She spat. “Their Logic
Is slanted by their Ego…Deformed by their
Ego.”

“You care for these animals. I see that…”
Apollo said with a gentle nod.

“I put them on that Ark,” Ceres
Said pinching her eyes shut at the memory.
“I selected…them to survive a cataclysm
That was not their fault…They were and
Are innocent victims…Not fated game
For time. I guided them to that ark.
I promised them they would be safe…
I promised them…Those Mammoths
Were the last to go, they would not break
Their family bonds. Do you have any idea
What it took to convince them? I sang
To them…songs of friendship and
Compassion and protection and love…to
Keep them safe…And they listened…And
They came…And I am forever bound to
That…Not some Fated end…to some
Far chance…To chance? No…”

Silence. A strained moment on the bridge.
“What will you do then?” He shook his head.
“Save ONE…for guilt?”

She held her head high to him. “I
Will do All that I can…and work to
Change the Postulate’s mind!”

“Now who is playing with chance? For
Hope? For virtue, what? To change the
Postulate’s mind?” Apollo laughed. “You
Would fare better to look for the Divine
Himself and ask to change the order of
The Universe, of ALL Universe for fairness
And kindness to All.”

Ceres rose to leave the bridge, she did not
Ask for a word of permission. Her mind was
Made up. “If you want to follow orders…
And not wait for political schemes to take
Their time to do things…that is your choice…
This is about extinction. Do you see that?”

“And you would challenge a law over
One Mammoth infant?” Apollo asked in
Disbelief…

Ceres shook her head as he moved to
Leave. “You follow orders on what is right
Or wrong as if you never knew what that is…
No wonder things take so long…” She laughed.
“Some things never change. Tell that to
The one that may or may not be born and
See how it waits for your reason…”
She departed in a transport immediately
To the surface…to an icy land
Thawing slowly from snow. A place that
Would one day be known as Russia.

Varence sent an additional communication
To her on the transport as she arrived at
The site in the primitive frozen wilderness.
“The calf will be ALONE…The last…You
Understand this? There is nothing you can
Do to change that.” He pleaded with her.

She ignored his words as if her determination
Were stone…the desperate plea of some
Fool for logic…Yes, play a pity dialogue
And call it logic, call it reason…Cowards
Have always said such things when they
Were too scared to do anything.
One always stands alone in hard
Decisions…when most so called logical
Cries are excuses for selfish excuses to
Complain, so they don’t have to do
Anything…There is always something to
Do for something right, the strong
Understand this, that is why it always
Feels like everything is against you.

“It will be ALONE, Ceres.” Apollo repeated.
“Consider the weight of that on it…
On you…What will you do, guide it, shield
It, protect it for its entire life?”

If she had to…She knew the answer…
Why are arguments always so
Riddled with attempted guilt?” To sway
The choices or the chance? He was talking
To himself then. She would not answer.

She focused on her mission and silenced
All further communication. As she was
Always taught, when the mission was
Critical…ignore the words of others
That try to sway you…They are not
Words of wisdom…they are curses of
Defeat. Focus on the passion in the
Heart and win.

Finally…she came to the place where
The Giant pregnant Mammoth lay…
She had been crossing a half-frozen river
With her small herd when an unexpected
Surge of the current came…and caused
The drowning of two…and deathly injuries
To the other two with huge shards of
Floating jagged ice…The elderly Matriarch
In the lead managed to survive…reached
The shore and collapsed…

Ceres raced to the old titan as she lay
Stretched out on the frozen grass of the shore,
Breathing hard…the Mammoth struggled
To breathe. With her mind she reached out
To her…the Old Leader was agonizing
From the loss of her family group. She was
Hungry and tired and trembling in fear
From the pain of exhaustion. Ceres
Soothed her with a melody of song
She had hummed once long ago to the
Bears…a lullaby of comfort, one that
Took her pain away and shared the
Warmth of a long-lost friend.

The Mammoths, in fact most beasts, were
Not simple-minded creatures at all. They
Had highly advanced ways of communicating
In simple sounds…complex emotions that
Were expressed in pictures, of thoughts,
Feelings and memories. They were aware,
Not dumb at all. But the awful thing was,
The Matriarch knew she was alone…and pregnant…
And the calf growing inside was fragile and
Weak from a very sparse feeding season…
The weight upon the animal was immense,
And not easily taken away.

But still, Ceres sang her song to the
Mother…The lullabies she only knew
From the Bears…One that she sang to
This old Mother as she touched her, and
Stroked her waist as it raised and fell
In heavy breaths…The calf inside her
Was very weak…so small, half grown…
Yet still, The Mother knew it was
There, and just how well it was.

This crushed Ceres, the knowing that
Matriarch had…As if Apollo’s fated
Cursed words had reached her to condemn
The baby inside…And her defiant passion
For animals, for Nature, rose within
Her like an invincible Force of Light
And gave her own feelings and music
And heart in her voice such strength
That it reached within the Mother
Mammoth, into the tiny calf inside
And forced the Light to grow there. Her
Song, its rhythm and tone…The rhythm
That she herself carried, the magic of
Her own…And somehow gave the
Baby’s heart a bright spark.
At first a flutter, then a beat that
Grew and shared her own hearts rhythm…
Then her heart was there in the
Calf…and the calf’s heart in hers…
Forever bound…Growing stronger with
Each moment…And her song grew…
And the music in her voice was
More than just a lullaby…it was a
Song of life…As it was for the Bears…
And that baby was going to grow…

And its Mother knew, which gave her
Hope again…Strength flowed through
Her through this song…The frozen air
Was then invigorating…And it was as if
All of Nature heard the song, the
Magic moment…and the skies became
Bluer, the wind kinder…even the
Sunlight seemed to sparkle.

Ceres watched the Mother Mammoth
For days…carefully, vigilant…viciously
Keeping predators and human hunters
Away…She even convinced the mighty
Bears to stay away and guard the
Mother…This was new…Nature became
A protector of this particular Mother…
Nothing was going to touch Ceres
Mammoth, even if the Earth had
To crack away for that…

And she kept singing that melody
For months as the baby Mammoth
Grew inside…Strong, happy…comforted…
The key to that miracle…The magic
In the lullaby…The music, the right
Song…The right rhythm…to make the
Heartbeat strong…that is how to grow
The baby…the right song…to put the
Life back in the heart…That is how
It happens…
The answers have always been there…
The cure…in the music mysteriously
Woven through inspiration into the hearts
Of musicians that were overcome to
Write lullabies and love songs…Why else
Would it be put there so passionately,
For if not to put some heartbeat
Where it needed to be…She had to put
It somewhere.

For months, the Last Mammoths
Lived this way, like a song…
And for a brief moment Nature found
Some peace, a guarded peace…
Just enough to make a miracle.

So, when the calf was born, and its
Tiny trumpet-like voice sounded, it
Was a call to remember…
Near and Far, Ceres watched…
Which of course drew the attention
Of Apollo and Camlo to the show…
The Last Little Mammoth’s life…
Every moment a lullaby…
Guarded safe and sound. When it was
Lost, Ceres came…when it was lonely,
She came…whenever it called, she
Came…She was like a Mother to
Both of them, and made sure they
Were happy.
Cries to the Stars, the moon…
In sunny skies, or stormy ones…
She was always there…watching them…
And when the Mother, in later years
Passed…and the calf, more grown,
Became truly alone…Ceres was
There even more. She raised him,
The little male calf…
She sang to him, played with him,
Guided him to safe pastures
And guarded him more ferociously
Than any Mother had…
A towering Mammoth he became,
Still charmed and listening to her
Lullabies. Nothing was ever going
To touch her Mammoth calf, nothing.

He may have looked like an impressive
Towering giant, but that Mammoth
Was a big baby.

And when the last Mammoth, her baby,
Died, she sang him his last lullaby
To sleep…Then walked away, cried her eyes
Out. And didn’t speak, in our terms of
Time…for thousands and thousands
Of years…

Not until that is, one day, when
She was on the ship…going to
Make a call home to her sister…
When by chance she heard Apollo
Talking to this strange voice
On the bridge…
Some gibberish about a Giant
Scheming throbbing…Fool, named
Oberon…to someone he chose
To tell some story to….

A scheme to write something funny
About a Lord Oberon…An enchanted
Titan of a Woman named Titania…
It was a scheme in two ways…
A tale of Magic…for the hearts
And minds of men and women…
And a scheme…To get Ceres to
Speak again…
And perhaps, over time…to wake
The Titan within her once again.

Valiant.

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Sound of Thunder…

The Sound of Thunder…The times of
Change…Old ways crumble and ready
To depart…Chaos spreads through
The House of Mankind…
Lies every which way falling apart.
Promises through prophecy from
Every tribe of the human race
Chant and riddle and foretell…
Omens…Signs in the Air,
In the Stars…in the Clouds of the Sky…
Change is coming, change must come.

Look into the past and see the
Endless repeating patterns…
Learn from them, study them,
Dare to break them and chase a Dream.
Stare at the Clock, wait for the
Water to Boil…
Things have been boiling for a very
Long time…

“And now the time has come again,”
His voice carried with a resounding tone
Like ethereal thunder…A message from
The Watcher through the light. He sat
Tall and proud, a white shirt,
Sleek, clean cut, pale hair, and a very
Serious face. “It’s time again…Put
The words there, write them down…

Bide the time, in this darkness of the
11th hour…everyone is searching for
Answers…a lighted path. Has there never
Been a dark time before? Have historical
Records told you nothing? Ah, but what
Is history worth? They are mere words
And pictures…not memories…No mind
Nor eye can see beyond present suffering.
Suffering is always worse in the present.
No past has value then? And so one
Voice must speak in the present to
Say it…Dare to challenge thinking
Or fall into an abyss. Some things
Never change…” He turned to her as
She sat beside him…A vision, this
Glamorous woman who seemed so
Effortlessly strong. “Would you move
A mountain?”

“We have discussed this.” Ceres said eyeing
Him sideways sternly. “Your words…but
Of course you dare to break them. I
Am only sitting here for him, not you. Do
Not ask me that again.”

Varence smiled and slowly turned
Forward, eyes to eyes, then stared firmly
At the notebook. “The written word,
The weight and measure of its meaning.
In every corner of civilizations across
The Stars, they write words down to
Record anything and everything…and
Yet they still forget…Memories of
The heart, the soul and mind…tales
Of woe, of sorrow…of loss…literary
Meanderings…epics, poems…songs,
Diaries…Notes of love…Notes to
Remember…Scientific Breakthroughs,
Formulas…theories, unsolved puzzles…
And History, of course History.
And still they forget…

Why do they bother to record
Things if they forget? Is that an
Accident or a coincidence? Now
That’s a riddle.

History will tell stories so grand…
And yet so familiar. Were these
Struggles so rare they never happened
Before. Times of change, of New Kings
And Old Warriors. Of Victories and
Broken promises…and schemes hidden,
With events to bind and or conceal
Them. Of course, each is so unique
They never happened before. The
Written word always tells of this…of
How easy it was, and how everyone
Rejoiced at change.” He grinned, he
Was being sarcastic.

“Tell a tale of An Empire,
Of its rise and fall…Were they
Happy? Someone surely wasn’t
If it ended…And surely weren’t
When it began. To make everyone
Happy is impossible…To do what
Is right has nothing to do with
Making everyone happy…Right
Has its own set of rules…it is
Often cruel to be kind…and blind
To be just. The wisest know this,
Which is why they speak so carefully.

Ages ago when the Watchers saw
Worlds rise with civilizations the
Eyes learned as much as the ears
Did, but the heart was often overlooked.
For when kingdoms rise, power
Overcomes them…caste systems grow
And shape things…and right and
Wrong quickly become a Myth…
That is why guides intervene to
Whisper reminders…then the promises
Begin…And time just slides on…
Guilt fades to the weak, the
Rich become strong…and the lost
Become citizens. No one is ever
Happy…Not from the highest to
The very low…They merely promise,
Indulge…Stay busy, and again
Time marches on…Years become
Decades, then centuries, then
Eras…then millennia…Civilizations
Come and go…Rulers rise and fall,
And all those little memories are
Forgotten. Were they happy? NO…
They just keep busy, kept hoping
And waiting…complaining, wishing,
Praying…chasing the moment and
Above all pretending that time
Does not exist…
Because if time does exist, then
Every present moment has the
Weight of a thousand decisions…
And who has time to sort out that?
All that manner of right and
Wrong…That’s what laws are for…
That’s what Leaders are for…And
Then they can be blamed for
Everything.

The Truth that no one can
Handle or accept is that everyone
Instinctively knows what
Is right and what is wrong…they
Just can not accept the reality
Of what it means for them…
Equality is the ideal…but some
Just can’t accept equality…And
In truth while they do deserve it
Naturally…their behavior says
Otherwise. Some just can’t accept
NO as an answer…They want everything
To say yes…give me, I want, I
Need…And when those wishes and
Prayers go unanswered, or rather
Unfulfilled…The Nature of the
Beast is revealed…or rather
Unmasked…then right and
Wrong fall to pitiful definitions.
And someone else is always to
Blame…then the demands grow.
Sing a song, write an Epic,
Record History…Does it matter?
The debates of what or who is
Right or wrong will never end.
Has it happened before? Countless
Times…Was there suffering
Before…Of course…Did they
Learn from it? Some will, some
Won’t…and some will twist it
Into words ten different ways to
Weigh it in their favor…

Right or Wrong…The true
Never ending debate…The Quest.
Yet when it happens, the Right
Thing…Someone else will always
Argue it’s wrong…Because if it’s
Not in their favor, it’s wrong. It
Has always been this way…And
Perhaps it always will.”

“He states the obvious.” Ceres
Groaned, then pinched her eyes closed.
“The words to say and hear…This is
His message? To state the obvious
Now?”

“Mindful reminders.” Varence nodded
With a laugh. “When it is needed, that
Is what I do…” He held up his forefinger
With a more serious look… “Timing
Is everything…that is what this is…
The 11th Hour…When various
Factors come into play to adjust
Change…11…11…The chaos is about
To boil over…More events to turn the
Tide…Prior clues were given.” He
Turned calmly to her. “And that is
Why you must tell the story that
You do not want to tell…Of one
Little Mammoth…”

Ceres froze, her eyes went wide
Instantly, her expression undefinable.
“I never agreed to THAT!”

“You must.” He calmly insisted.

“I will not.” She practically growled
The words. “How is that relevant
For this moment? Amidst a craze,
An inferno? My…no I WILL not
Share that.”

“You must.” He said again.

“I won’t.” She laughed in protest.

“You will.” He said, more strongly…
With a kinder nod. “For him.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over
As though she were trapped. A
Strained silence…An intensity
Filled the air, their emotions
Were tangible more than usual…as
If the power, the force of some
Secret emotion was building the
Intensity…

The eyes and mind become a
Door then…The White Wall…
Too Much Intensity building…
White…The Blinding Flash…
Eyes see only white…The mind
And senses determine Wall…
Senses and memories become gears…
Then sound, the deafening roaring…
Sound of Thunder gives words
Autonomous locomotion. The White
Wall…

Something Comes…Stars unmask…
The chance, Fever Fury warns…
Events building…Eyes can not
See…but the senses know…
11…11…17…12…11…21…31 the Eve.
1…10…21…2…22.
Data Stream…

Message From the Star Elder
On the Eves…
The Equinox…Pegasus
Charlie Epsilon Delta 01 Pegasus…
The Anasazi Cross…Red Rock Canyon.
Navajo…Rana comes
The White Wall Transmission
White Fall White Wall
The Crystal Skull sent message…

The Moon in Leo
The Moon in Pegasus rendered
The words convey the message…shake.

The White Wall
Varence says, “STOP. END.”

Valiant.

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=87235

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 11NOV2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (11 November 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The 11th Hour…

“As it will be in the future,
It was at the birth of Man-
There are only Four things certain
Since Social Progress began:
That the dog returns to its vomit
And the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged Finger
Goes wabbling back to the Fire…”

-excerpt from: The Gods of the Copybook Headings
By Rudyard Kipling

In a time of chaos, confusion
And uncertainty, when common senses
Struggle to find reason…
Echoes of ANCIENT Voices descend
And whisper of changes…
In this time of darkness
It is the Eleventh Hour…

Fear accompanies darkness in
The absence of light…
But was there such a bright time
Before if dark times could descend…
The Guiding Lights have always
Been there…in Faith, in Hope,
In Spirits that reflect Heaven…
Those gifts were never taken, true
Faith is the courage of choice
To believe what exists beyond
Definition, beyond reason…and
Makes it happen.

There have always been dark
Times, there always will be…
There have always been bright times,
There always will be…
The Sun rises, the Sun sets…
And the Stars always shine at
Night even when the clouds
Cover them…
Choices overcome dilemmas…
Choices build dreams…
And choices tear them down.

No matter what day, what night…
No matter what comes…
The Best or Worst can rise or fall…
The Questions never end…
Time never stops, everything moves…
Decisions can be easy or hard…
The Sun is still going to rise.

In the epic of civilization
There are patterns, prophecies
And premonitions…
What’s coming?
Change.
Nature knows this, instincts know
This…souls sense this.
The Eleventh Hour is the bells
And whistles before change comes…
It speaks to those who listen
In dreams…and takes form
In Real signs…signs that MOST
Dismiss or misread…
The smart ones react appropriately
And don’t waste time analyzing
With labels…That is why animals
Survive in crisis…They feel, they
Sense, they react, they move…
The animal that hesitates always
Falls…

History has taught the wise ones
To learn from past mistakes…
And yet the same patterns Ferment
The same confusion…
Prayer is for Faith, Courage survives
The storm.

Even in Religion…Revelations foretells
Of Dark Times…the Consequences
Of stubborn repeating patterns…
The Waves…
The Fury of Nature Unleashed…to
Strike out where the land cries, not
The people…
The Waves then come to punish those
That refused to change for the
Greater Good…
Chaos and crimes and Violence
Across the world…
Plagues, pestilence…

Waves of troubles that know
No Earthly laws…Science out of
Control…And the forces of Nature
To retaliate upon this to re-establish
Natural Law…This is beyond Prayer,
That’s the Earth…No Rocket or
Ship to another world can change
That once its will is set in Motion…

Waves of the Unexplained Unveiled…
Of Life beyond limits…on Other
Worlds…Life that exists elsewhere
And thrives…not a part of this mess,
And not responsible for it…
But definitely ready to defend
Against any threat an unstable
Science might present them…
Threats of this Earth…
Invaders, conquerors…And from
Those with malicious intent
From the Stars…

Digital Intelligence…Artificial,
Super Science…Natural we
Never knew, Animals…Mutants,
Lab creations…MetaHumans…
Alien Intelligences, Supernatural…
Interdimensional…Entities,
Angels…Demons…
There is no One Mind, There
Is always a Higher Power…

The Eleventh Hour is full of
Revelations…the Smart Ones
Are not surprised. The Smart Ones
Keep going. They Adapt. They break
Patterns.

If Faith and Instinct, Intuition
And the Mind can merge…
Great Things can still Happen…
No matter how dark things get.

What’s going to happen?
Be swallowed or Make something
Great Happen…Break Patterns.
That is the Eleventh Hour.

For the Twelfth Hour…
In a start of Ice
An Age of New Things
A New Millenia…

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=86790

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 4NOV2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (4 November 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Twilight in Atlantis…

*song* ‘Rumors’

By Britney Spears

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2l-LgsxzmE&list=RD-2l-LgsxzmE&t=47

The Watcher recalled the tale from
Lost hours, and while there were many
Stories to remember…one always stands
Out more than others, perhaps because
Of very certain connections.

A clock was ticking, but no one
Knew it. But maybe they sensed it
By the troubles brewing in the air…the
Scandals, the civil unrest, the demands
And the people crying out, demanding
To be heard…voices overlapping so much
That every word fell like nonsense…
The ranting, the hatred…people, once
Friends were turning on each other left
And right over arguments that had been
Around for years…Religions and cults
Chanted endlessly in prayers or rituals,
But they had no meaning anymore…
Because the people had lost their way.
How could flittering gestures of goodwill
Mean anything when people did what
They wanted most of the time?
There were martyrs in every home,
And preaching and lectures everywhere…
Yet no one was listening to the
Overall sounds of one gigantic
Frothing mess.

The Watcher kept shaking his head
As he observed this…The Big Picture
Was so clear from far away…The
Noise was unbearable…so he turned
His attention to softer words…to the
Hearts that cried out the most, that
Didn’t give in because they held on to
A dream. How ironic that the young
Held on to their dreams the most, because
Everyone else was too busy chasing what
They had to have right now.
‘Pray that never happens again,’
The Watcher whispered. ‘Because the
Planet won’t tolerate such tantrums
Across the world a second time…’

The further notes of a lost age, from
Young hearts torn from their dreams…
On another dark and lonely night,
In the late Spring, in the Seaports
Of Atlantis…the young athlete
With wavy gold hair crept through the
Dark bushes of his friend’s home,
Staring at her window on the second
Floor, as he had done so many times, to
See if she was awake. He was nervous
And sweaty this time as he drew closer
And saw no lights on…They hadn’t seen
Or spoken to each other in weeks…
Something was wrong…but then they
Each would have things to tell about that.

“Kara?” Hollan called out to her with a
Loud whisper. “Kara, are you there? It’s me!”
No reply. He waited for a response, there
Was none. This was the third time
He had tried and she didn’t answer,
He couldn’t wait any longer. So he
Climbed up the ivy to her window and
Snuck into her room…

It was dark and quiet…but even in
The dim light, he could see how clean
Her room was…everything appeared
Untouched…there were no clothes or
Shoes left out, no chairs moved aside
As if they had been used, every door
Was shut…It was as though there had
Been no activity. But upon looking more
Closely, he could see that someone was
Sleeping in her bed. He went and touched
The motionless form under the covers.
“Kara?”

“Go away, Hollan.” She said with a
Soft voice. “I don’t want to talk right
Now.”

“Kara?” He asked, confused. “What’s wrong?
We haven’t talked for days…We
Always talk, always.”

“I don’t want to talk now.”

He turned a switch to light the small
Candle lamp beside her bed, then sat
Beside her. Immediately he noticed
The bruises on her face. He tried to
Touch her cheek, she winced. “What
Happened to you?”

She simply gave him a cold look. His
Eyes were wide, concerned, frightened.
Then she sat up beside him holding the
Covers tight. “My father gave me to
Sobius.”

“He gave you to him, why?” Hollan asked.
But Kara did not explain with words,
Only an icy stare. He understood then…
“Oh…I’m sorry.” He couldn’t look
At her…after their last talk, the way
She talked about her dreams, and the
Moon…and the one she was
Waiting for. And now this? There
Were no words to say…but there
Was anger. “What is wrong
With them?”

“I had no choice…” Kara told him
Fighting tears. “No choice…It was
Like I was merchandise, not his
Daughter!”

“Our parents, all adults…even the
Elders,” Hollan said biting his lip,
Staring into the shadows. “It’s like we
Feel nothing next to them. What do
They have children for? They have
Us, raise us, teach us, show us…but
It’s like…we’re not there, not really…
Until we’re older…We’re not adults
Until we’ve had a dream and then
Had it taken away…by the same ones
Who tell us to dream. Believe you can,
Then they tell you, you can’t, you’re not
Old enough…Do things this way…because
I say so…No complaining…think
This way, believe that way…We’re toys,
That’s all we are.”

Kara sat there staring numbly at
Her room. “I hate my life, I hate
This life. Why do I hope for anything?”

“You can’t give up hoping because of
This.” Hollan told he as he turned to
Face her. “Don’t let them take that
Away from you. Who you are isn’t gone…”

Kara turned to him angrily recoiling her
Feelings. “All my father care about is
His business and politics, and
Having a good time…Negotiating trades
To protect his business while the new
Leaders transition reforms…All
Anyone cares about is protecting their
Fortunes and having a good time.”

“All my parents do is campaign for
Protecting their religious beliefs…and lifestyles.”
Hollan laughed. “I thought that was
All anyone cared about from how they
Talk.”

“No one asks, they just assume.” Kara
Said bitterly. “Such great elders…A
Thousand speeches a day…Persuasive
Arguments…blaming leaders for what’s
Right and wrong. People KNOW what’s
Right and wrong, all they care about is
Blaming others so they don’t feel guilty
Doing what they want.”

Hollan smiled at her. “A future leader
You are…Kara of the White Ships,
Governor of the Seaports.”

She laughed for the first time in weeks
Then smiled at him. But as her eyes
Caught that smile of his that she loved…
She saw the bruise on his chin…then
One on his shoulder by his collar bone by
His open lapel. And there were more
On his arm, “What happened to you?”

“What?” He asked.

“Those bruises.” She directed with a nod.
“Those look bad.” She reached to
Touch the ones on his arm and he
Backed away. “Are those from your
Parents?”

Hollan’s eyes fell to the floor, then he
Stepped away. He could only mumble
Words to respond. “No…”

Kara tilted her head studying him. “You
Didn’t just come back here to check on me…
Something happened…” He wouldn’t
Look at her. “Where’s Jeren?”

“He’s gone…I don’t know.” He
Answered.

“How can he be gone if you don’t know?”
He asked.

There was a tense drawn out silence
As she stood to look him in the eye.
But he kept backing away from her
Towards the window. “Hollan, what
Happened? Tell me.”

“I can’t believe what I saw.” He
Stuttered, backing up to the wall by the
Window. “I can’t believe what I saw.”

She grew nervous, especially as she
Noticed how pale he was, even in the
Low light. “What did you see? What is it?”

Another pause. He swallowed. “Do you
Know the Temples…at the edge of
The Seaport…where my family goes to
Worship?”

Kara nodded. “The Ones for the Brotherhood
…For the Ancient Gods, and the Sons of Adam? Yes.”

“More has been going on there in
Recent years…than anyone knows.”
He told her slowly. “A lot
More. But you know most Temples…
Almost all of them have secrets…
Secret rituals…”

Kara nodded again. “I know everyone
Knows that…like the offerings and
The ‘Holy Unions’, or religious orgies…”

“Well, those ships of your father’s have
Been bringing over a lot more than just
Treasures from Arcadia.” Hollan explained.
“The ships from Lemuria and Mu have
Have been bringing over something else.”

She saw him grow paler. “What? I
Know they bring over Priestesses from
The Sisterhood of the Divine of Eve…
Some kind of Union between the
Temples here and over there…”

Hollan watched her carefully, worried for
Secrets he dared expose…The Temple
Secrets were guarded fiercely, but then
No one knew that he knew, or what
He saw. He decided to confess anyway,
They shared everything…and he was
Terrified. “They have been bringing
Over Giants…some kind of strange
Offspring born to the Priestesses.”

Kara winced, then her eyes went wide
And her mind wild. “Giants? What do you
Mean?”

He swallowed. “Ever since the mysterious
Visitors that no one has seen arrived,
The Priestesses of their Temples have
Been communing actively with spirits,
Entities…and they have been getting
Pregnant by them…and giving birth
To these strange giant-looking
Humans.”

“Giants?” Kara could only repeat.
“You saw them?” She had to wonder.
“How big are they?”

“Yes.” He told her nervously. “They
Are about 12 to 15 feet tall or
More, at least twice the size of the
Average person.”

“How could they or anyone keep
Something like that a secret?” Kara
Insisted. “Giant humans? Where
Would they sleep? What would they
Do? What would they eat? They
Would have to eat a lot…wouldn’t
They?” The look of horror on his face
Scared her. Another pause. “Tell me?
Where’s Jeren…” He couldn’t speak.
Tell me!”

Finally, the words came as Hollan
Told her… “They hide them in the
Tall tombs and caverns beneath
The Temples…they worship them
With slaves and all forms of pleasures…
And they feed them all sorts of
Things…sometimes game, a bull…
A wild stag…and sometimes…people.”

“What?” Kara went pale with fright.

Then the words just poured from Hollan.
“I hadn’t seen Jeren in days…
I asked about him at school, no one
Knew. I went to his home…his
Family only said he was in service
For his family at the Temple. So I went
To the Temple…The same one my
Family goes to, and I asked the
Priests and the Temple Guard about
Him…They only smiled and said Jeren
Was serving the Gods…but some of
The Guards like young men, it’s a
Common thing…even at the Academy…
And for favors, they show you things…
One of them I knew fairly well, he
Was a friend’s older brother,
He always liked me…So he gives
Me this black robe to wear
And red sandals…and nothing else…
And tells me he could show me as
A server and could take me to the
Gods in the Tombs below the Temple…
So I’m curious…I go…I wear the
Robes…he takes me below…And
There are all these people there
Dressed in black robes…nothing else…
All of them, the best looking, the
Most fit, the youngest from the Temple…
And they were serving these Giant
People…It looked like 4 of
Them were men, 2 were women…some
Looked somewhat normal, but a
Couple looked like monsters. And they
Were watching the people dance and
Drink and have orgies…And some
Of the people were tied and gagged
And chained for these Giants to
Play with…It was awful…this one,
This girl was screaming…but they
Were really playing with these two
Drunk men…And then they…ate
One of them while he was alive…It
Was awful…It was so awful. It was
The worst thing I ever saw…And Jeren
Was there…dancing for them, these
Giants…He enjoyed it. A lot of them did.”

Kara stood there silently horrified.
Her mouth ajar, she was overcome by
The images of Hollan’s words…He
Didn’t have to go into further detail to
Try and convince her, the fear on his
Face was enough… “The Rumors, the
Stories…of things going on with the
Temples, the rituals…are all true?”

He closed his eyes, trying to make
Himself forget the things he saw. “Yes.”
She stared at him carefully, trying
To find the right words. “But your
Bruises, how? They didn’t hurt you,
Did they?”

He met her eyes slowly. “The people
There pulled me in, they tried to
Push me to the Giants.” He told her.
“Those women were like monsters, and
The men…the looks on their faces…they
Were just grabbing…Somehow I fought my
Way out…I pushed, and I ran and ran.
I ran harder than I ever have before
In my life…The guard chased me, but
I hid. I’ve been hiding for 2 days.
Finally, I got the nerve to come out.
I wanted to gather some of us together,
To tell them what happened…so
They know…”

Kara nodded as she thought
About their small group of friends
That shared their views. They gathered
In a small group once a week sometimes
Just to talk, for support. “Have
You talked to any of them yet?”

“Jacon and Deron.” Hollan told
Her, they were two of the older boys from
School…17 year olds, very smart and
Strong and kind. “And Aren…”

Kara smiled. “Good.” Aren was the
Only other girl. She was 16, with olive
Skin and long dark hair…highly intuitive,
She was training to serve at her parents
Temple, unhappily. “Where can we
All meet?”

“At the Old Temple of the Brotherhood.”
Hollan explained, “Near the woods at
The edge of the Seaport…no one goes
There anymore…it’s too small and
Modest for worshippers. “He swallowed
Slowly. “I’m supposed to bring you
There tonight…right now. Will you go?”

Kara nodded. “Yes, I will.” Her own
Fears and troubles seemed to fade
For now, she had to talk to her friends.
“I want to get out of here…before
My father comes with my brother…”

Hollan held up his hand. “Don’t say
Anymore. Pack a bag, that’s what
We are planning on talking about
Tonight…about running away.”

Kara raced to throw some essentials
And some of her sentimental belongings
Together. Then Hollan led her carefully
And quietly down the ivy outside as
They made their escape to the Old
Temple in the Woods, under darkness.

But the moon looked so strange that night,
Bathed in a reddish haze…surrounded
With a n orange ring. There was a heaviness
In the air, a mood neither of them could
Shake…little did they know all the world
Had felt the same disturbance…that
Something was building…somethings was
Coming.

Within an hour, the two of them had
Had made it to the Old Temple…and met
7 of their other friends…9 all together.
Jacon and Deron, the oldest boys…
Also golden haired…Aren, the beautiful
Young training to be a Priestess…
And 4 other boys…awkward youths,
Boys that were being bullied for looking
Different…Japeth and Ham, and
Mandon and Reos. All of them were
Flustered when Hollan arrived with
Kara. The entire Seaport had erupted
In violent demonstrations…Followers
Of the Temples were
Speaking out against the rulers for
More rights…A clash between
The religions and politics had been
Brewing for years, and now was
Finally coming to blows.

When Aren saw Kara, she exclaimed,
“You’re pregnant!”

“What?” Kara asked in shock.

Aren had a way of just saying
Things, this mysterious intuition of
Hers… “Your child will save the
Human race! For generations, a child
Will be born to each one…special,
And that specialness will spread
Across the world…in 7’s…7 children
To be born to the 7th child, a daughter,
Blessed with gifts…and every 7th
Generation, a son…even more
Special…And with that one, one
Day that 7th generation born a
Son will save the world!”

Kara just looked at her strangely…
“What?” But she didn’t have time
To think…

Hollan stepped forward nervously
Holding Kara’s hand for support…
He forced the strength from within
Him to tell them all the story
That he told Kara…about the
Giants that the Temples were hiding.
Then his voice and words
Grew weak, afraid. “Jeren was with
Them…I’m afraid for him. I don’t
Think that he knows what he is
Doing…something so dark is coming
Over the world. I realize that we
Have hoped it would pass, but it isn’t.
It’s only going to get worse. You can
See it in the faces of our parents…
They either live to argue over everything…
Or pray incessantly for some crazy
Miracle to make what they want
Happen…No one is listening…they’re
All doing what they want…and
They are making up all sorts of
Reasons to believe anything…the
Insanity of the World has come down
To this…it is a Holy War between
The forces of good and evil…
Between the Heavens and Hell…
The only safe thing to do is to get
Far away from those building this
Fire…before it consumes them, us, and
Everything on the planet to the End.”

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=86339

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 28OCT2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (28 October 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Kara of Atlantis…

*song* ‘Lady, Lady, Lady’

By Joe Esposito

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpYitoj916w

Where do souls go? Where do they come
From, where do they go? Time puts forth
Patterns that destiny chases until some
Peace is made, until it all makes sense…
Listen to the song first.

In the light of the room of their counsel,
Varence stood calmly, patiently…then nodded,
“Try this now…” Then the story came.

Flashes, against the dark blues…and
Then bright sparkling stars. The White Wall.
Flashes, and the stars…The White Wall…

It was the peak of civilization, of the First
Ones…a time only known by Fractured Stories.
Where Golden and Silver cities towered
With gemstone temples that resembled
Cathedrals across the land.
Science and religion were on the verge of
Merging…The people were polished
And pretty, headstrong and selfish…And
Laws were made by wealth not principle.
It was a civilization beyond wonder on
Earth…Hope was made tangible by
Machines…and everything one ever wanted
Was possible…in a Great Ancient city
Called Atlantis.

For thousands of years, since the First Adam
And Eve colonies had been stranded, the
Human race forged a brilliant new home.
Generations of struggle had seen men and
Women come together, and separate again in
Cities. Each made according to whatever
Belief they followed…
Some more questionable than others…But
Atlantis had long been The First…Where
The First Ships crashed, where the First
Man and woman met…And their descendants,
In tribute to their first parents, built
A land of marvels to reflect who they
Were and wanted to be. But after eras
Of peace and then wars, then peace again…
A time of great unrest plagued the world
…as the answers they had long
Believed in became questioned by elusive
Visitors from space. The people were in a
Constant state of confusion, debate…
Doubting, wondering, analyzing, criticizing
Everything…But the most affected by this
Turmoil were the children, the young who
Were overlooked and treated like possessions.
No one listened, no one cared…It was
Always about personal issues…The elders were
Always right…and the young, as always,
Had no voice…some things never change…

In the East of this glimmering land were
The great Seaports…the trade Harbors that
Held the mighty ships that crossed the seas
For trade, or travel…where anything new
Could be found. It was one of the most
Well known industrious and hardworking places
On the planet, as well as the most conniving
It was here that some of the most
Famous merchants were found, such as the
Brothers Markon and Daneth.
Of the White Ships…known for the finest
Fabrics to make garments, Baylon the
The merchant for produce, Sobius the dealer
For Arcadia…and Kaneth, who imported
Specialties of other lands, such as Lemuria
And Attan…These were some of the most
Powerful men, for anything of interest
Always came from the Seaports, and they
Influenced everything

But more than anything…Atlantis was
Regarded as the land for the children of
Adam. As with all the lands, there was
Great variety among the people, but they
Were more commonly known and most
Popular for being those with the yellow
Or golden hair, and blue or green eyes. They
Were a handsome people, strong, gifted
And talented…and very popular everywhere.
Beauty was the most prized thing in the modern
World…Not much else mattered more than
That…Only wealth. And more importantly
The greatest goal was to possess and own both.

Markon, of The White Ships, had an
Especially beautiful family. His 14 year
Old daughter Kara…golden haired with
Blue eyes…was considered the prettiest
Girl in the Northern district of the
Seaports…Many were standing in line
For her…waiting, youth was also highly
Prized in every land, and intensely sought
After by whatever means necessary. But
Kara was more modest than most girls,
And instead of indulging the sport of being
Chased…she retreated quietly to the
Constant company of a handful of her
Closest friends that avoided the wilder
Ways of the other young people. She,
Particularly, could be seen with her two
Sixteen-year-old male friends, Hollan
And Jeren…Two of the best looking
Boys from the Seaports Sports
Academy.

Frequently, late at night…when the activity
Of the Seaport had slowed down, and
Most of the adults had gathered
In any of the assortment of drinking and
Party taverns…Hollan and Jeren
Would wait beneath Kara’s window
At her home, until the lights went out,
Then sneak up the ivy vines outside her
Window to join her in her room for
Friendly talks and laughs. Rumors spread
Of this that there was more going on,
Everyone loved to talk and assume the
Worst…But in truth, the three friends
Simply sat and talked and laughed
About things…they talked about their
Families, the grief their parents gave
Them…the trial of their peers, and
The struggles with debating what to
Do with their lives. The friendship
They shared was more valuable than
Anything. They protected each other,
And really cared for and loved one
Another. They may have joked around
A lot or teased each other sometimes,
But they were forever loyal. And that
Was a rare thing anywhere.

One spring night of the largest full moon,
Just before the Seaports New Season
Festivals…Kara sat waiting for her
Friends, staring sadly up at the stars
And moon, torn over growing fears
She had…

“My father is plotting something.” She
Whispered quietly to the moon…something
She did secretly sometimes, instead of writing
Her thoughts down in a diary. “I don’t like
The way he keeps looking at me, or keeps
Talking about showing me off to his
Friends…especially that merchant, Sobius…”
She watched the stars, waiting for an
Answer…as if someone up there was
Listening; by chance this time someone was
“Oh, I wish you could talk to me and
Tell me something…give me an answer…”

From below, in the dark of the bushes
A whisper came… “What are you doing?
Who are you talking to?”

Kara leaned out the window and looked
Down, she immediately recognized
The voice. “Hollan…why are you
Hiding in the bushes? Is Jeren there
Too? Why don’t you just come up?”

“Because you’re fun to watch.” Jeren
Quickly answered pretending to sound sinister.

“Very funny.” She waved at them. “Just
Come up!”

The two boys emerged from the shadows
And quickly climbed the ivy to her window,
Moving very strongly, not because they
Were built like young athletes, but
Because it was a contest to
See who could get to her window faster;
Everything was a contest. Once over the railing
And sill of Kara’s window…Hollan panted,
“I swear I get faster each time.”

“You cheat,” Jeren groaned, “You
Step on my hands.”

“Because you always try to grab my
Ankles!” Hollan defended.

“Ha,” Jeren teased, “You would probably
Like it better if I grabbed your leg.”

“Funny.” Hollan snapped as he straightened
His half shirt and dress robe; think
Toga…

“Quit flirting with each other,” Kara
Said shaking her head as she became
Anxious. “I need to talk about something.”

“We aren’t flirting.” Hollan scowled.

“That’s right.” Jeren corrected. “I flirt,
He acts all shy.”

“What?” Hollan was annoyed.

“Please, can we talk now?” Kara
Asked.

“What is it?” Jeren asked. “Did you
Catch your father watching you get
Changed again? Just show him…”

Hollan and Kara watched Jeren with
A slanted look. “I swear you grow
More disturbing every day.” Hollan said.

“I like sex, so?” Jeren laughed. “Are
The two of you going to lecture me again?”

“What are you turning into Jeren?”
Kara asked with shock at his candor.

“It’s the instructors at the Academy.”
Hollan confessed. “They keep approaching
Our classmates with these offers for that
New Temple.”

“Keep your mouth shut, stupid. That’s
A secret.” Jeren said angrily.

“What?” Kara asked, unnerved.

“You do not want to know.” Hollan
Answered wide-eyed, to her.

“I’m leaving.” Jeren spat, turning back
To the window. “If the tow of you want
To talk little kid stuff, fine…you play,
I’m growing up.”

“And what you’re doing?” Kara said.
“That’s growing up?”

Jeren left then without another word,
And scrambled down the ivy.

“Jeren!” Kara shouted after him, with
No response. She turned to her remaining
Friend. “What is this?”

“He is not the same.” Hollan told her
With a serious look. “He is not
The person I thought he was…
Or hoped maybe.”

“Hoped?” Kara shook her head.
“And I thought I had something
To talk about…Hoped?”

“I don’t know.” Hollan answered.
“We’ve been friends since we were
Little…I thought I knew him…but
He wants other things…”

“What things?” Kara asked sitting
Down and holding her hands in her
Lap, grabbing at her pink dress; she
Always wore that dress.
Hollan couldn’t look her in the eye. He
Held the lapel of his blue dress robe,
Then squinted, finding the words. “I
Don’t know…something wild…nothing
Good…Just like everyone else.”

“Oh.” Kara said slowly reflecting

On how close they all were…how the
Boys were. “You thought he thought
You were special?”

Hollan froze then slowly met her eyes
“What?”

Kara shook her head but looked at
Him softly. “Jeren…is not as sweet
As you think. He has been with a lot
Of girls…he tried with me…And he’s
Been with a lot of boys…”

“Kara, he and I have never done
Anything!” Hollan told her. “Honest!
Wait…he tried…with you?”

“Yes.” She nodded. That’s who he secretly is.
He chases fun. But usually…he is pretty
Nice.”

“Nice?” Hollan laughed. “I really don’t
Know who he is!” He started to pace in
Thought. “Is this…really everywhere?
The adults do it all the time…I
Mean, by the gods, they talk about it,
Whispers at school…whispers at the
Temples…what are people doing? That’s
All they think about…” His words
Drifted off as he paused by the window
To stare outside…at nothing.

Kara nodded. “Yes…we’ve discussed
This, that’s all they think about.”

“What are you looking for?” He sharply
Asked her. “I know why you wait…
But what are you looking for…a
Special soul?”

“I’ll know it when I see it.” Kara
Told him.

“See it…not, feel it?” Hollan asked
With a raised eyebrow… “A soul that
You must see…for your eyes to tell you?”

Kara hesitated, but answered. “Yes,
I think so.”

Hollan thought fast. “You expect a
Lot, that your eyes should tell you
Everything…of what your heart is
Looking for…I have never known
Anyone that could do that.”

“And you,” Kara turned it to him.
“What are you looking for…something
You can’t see?”

Hollan really froze at her words. “Yes,
I think I am. My eyes see too much…
Of what isn’t there. I must be doing
Something wrong. It’s like a memory
I have that has no reason or
Explanation…I just keep hoping.”

Kara laughed quietly again. “This is a
Conversation to have…but not the
Topic that I expected.” She smiled, she
Had the most enchanting smile…

“What do you mean” He asked. “Is
Something wrong?”

She took a long deep breath then
Turned to sit by the window, where she was
Sitting when he first came, then stared up
At the night sky trying to forget her
Troubles…and what was really bothering her.
The Full Moon caught her eye and she
Became mesmerized by its silvery glow.
“I sit here so many nights just staring
Up…when the moon is full and bright
And the sky is clear and all the stars are
Shining…”

“Dreaming…” Hollan said, trying to sense
Her meaning.

“Remembering.” She corrected…hopefully.

“Remembering?” He questioned, thinking of
Her age.

Then she turned to meet his eyes, they were big
And blue…and searching, like hers.
“Sometimes these…pictures fill my mind…
When I’m alone or I can’t sleep mostly…
But also, sometime during the day at school,
In a room full of people…and everyone is
Talking and no one is listening…It feels
Like I have these memories…so vivid. Of
Another life, I’m older, a woman, not a girl…
But I look the same…And I have this
Pink dress on and I am staring up at
Three moons on this big balcony waiting
For someone.”

“A boy?” Hollan asked following her words.

“A man/” Kara said. “And he’s someone
Important I think, not just special to me, but
Special to a lot of people…And there’s
Something big and terrible going on…It feels
Like everything is ending…like the world is
Ending.”

“A fantasy?” He concluded as he sat down
Beside her. “That’s normal.”

“No, it’s not like that.” She told him
Firmly. “The feeling is…so…STRONG…
It hurts…there is hope…there is this, love…
This face in my mind. I can’t get it out. It’s
Always there when I talk to someone.
Whenever any feeling I have grows, it’s
There again…this picture, that place, his
Face…that feeling, that loss…then there
Is this white flash…and it’s gone. Nothing
Can erase it, nothing. I don’t understand.”

Hollan fought to think, but studied her…
Struggling with something similar. “But
There is only one moon. It can’t be a
Premonition or a memory…Another life?
A past life? The Temple talks about those
Things but…3 moons?”

“Yes 3 moons.” Kara assured him… “And
1 is big, it’s close…And green?”

“That doesn’t make sense.” He shook his head.

“Have you ever…had that?” She asked.

Hollan hesitated, then finally answered.
“Maybe…” He fought to tell her. “I see
A face, it haunts me all the time…
Mostly when I wake up, before I go to
Sleep…and in my dreams…it’s in my
Dreams a lot.”

“Who?” Kara asked. “A girl?”

His eyes looked away. “Someone who…
Everything stops…Nothing ever happens
In the dream…Everything just stops…I
Have no idea what it means.” He shook
It off. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

Then she laughed. “It makes everything
Stop…and it means nothing? That

Doesn’t make any sense, Hollan.”

“So, what do you think it means then?”
He asked. “Some kind of soul connection.”

“All that I know is that sometimes it is
So overwhelming…” She confessed. “I don’t
Care about anything else. And
Sometimes it feels so close…but I
Can’t find it.”

Her words really struck him hard. He
Blinked, but remained still…his thoughts
Ambling over feelings and pictures he
Could not put into words. “I don’t know.”

“Well I know it isn’t Jeren.” She laughed.
“I know that much.”

He looked at her strangely then laughed.
“True, it isn’t Jeren.” They laughed some
More then turned the conversation more
Playful and light…Eventually they fell
Asleep, laying on her bed, talking. “We
Need to get out of here. Maybe get a
Few of the others and run away and
Hide in some safe place…a secret place
Where no one can find us or bother
Us with their strange behavior.”

“Now that’s something I want to do!”
She agreed.

Now the story must step apart from
Their point of view and change to another’s.
To the Watcher that recorded things, not
Every private conversation…but some in
Specific always caught his mind’s eye.
Dreams that repeat and never change.
Especially in someone so young…or
In those that remain the same for years,
There’s much there…than secrets ever tell.
He studied several this way, trying to
Build a bigger picture and solve an
Age old puzzle. He never faltered, but
A companion to assist him with Atlantis
Would have been much better.

He burned these two faces into his mind.
The boy Hollan he had seen before…the
Girl was new…but so pretty, he would not
Forget her…the girl who loved to dance,
And sing to the mind when she was alone…
Something was there.

Shortly after the two friends, Kara
And Hollan spent that night talking,
The girl would be greeted by her busy
Father, to accompany him for help
At his work…Something she had
Never done before…

The Watcher watched and listened to
This with growing dismay…As her father
Told her he was having problems,
Their family was having problems…
But everyone’s family was having some
Sort of problem…Still, as a merchant
He explained their boats were in seriously
Bad condition, desperately in need of
Repair…and that he had overextended
Himself in gold trying to fix them. A lie
Of course… the man was a keen
Businessman, he always managed well.
He was, however, a very poor gambler…
And frequently lost in the nightly
Games he played at the Taverns with
The other merchants. He had already
Bartered with his son’s virile services to
Whoever or whatever desired them…
Yes, the whatever was very broad. And
He had even loaned out his wife’s
Hospitality…with no complaints…The
Only thing left…was his daughter’s
Fairest beauty…and untouched purity.
So he begged for her, to save the
Family business…to spend the evening
With the merchant Sobius…And save
Them from disgrace.

What followed was nothing short of a
Brutal assault by one of the most
Notorious scoundrels in the district. Her
Father was spared minor embarrassment,
Sobius was arrogantly pleased…and
The girl, Kara, was beaten and bruised…
Left to retreat into a quiet prison in
Her room, self-made…while she clung to
A dream that made no sense…It was
The only thing that kept her alive.

This was a tale recorded that no one
Cared to address at the time, save for a
Watcher, who could only watch…but
Would never forget…and in a memory
Play, save critically for another day.

Few ever listen the right way until it’s
Too late…and then it’s a martyr’s song
They sing to spare the guilt. Instead of
They, it’s I…and that’s a sin that never
Goes unnoticed. Cut the ‘I’s’ out of a
Sentence, and see how long they last…

The story of the Children of Atlantis will
Continue…

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=85881

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 21OCT2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (21 October 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…Night Contacts…

*song* Disturbia by Rihanna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1mU6h4Xdxc

Sleep is supposed to be the
Rejuvenator…but when accompanied
By Dreams, it can either be another
Life to live, a burden of conscience,
A lesson to learn, an adventure,
Or a nightmare…thus becoming
Either exhilarating or exhausting.
But it can always be in all of these
Regards, psychic…and transforming.

“Trapping words to cast a message
Outside of the box…” Varence said as
He sat at the meeting table from a
Modest seat. He was still plainly dressed
In a white dress shirt, and dark dress
Pants, I guess, that I could not see…His hair
Was clean cut, his skin pale, and his eyes
Were this strange intense grayish color…
All in all, he had this mesmerizing and
Serious expression. “Thank you.” He
Grinned and nodded. “I try to be
Considerate.”

A silent moment…before Ceres moaned and
Then rolled her eyes as she sat across
The table from him… “Another marvelous
Thing he says…A thing to wish for, a
Thing to pray for…I still enjoy his
Silence more.”

“At least you wish something of me.”
He said to her still smiling. “Words do
Confess.”

‘My wishes would surprise you.” She beamed
A smile to him, then turned to her tall
Brother Brishan beside her. “Was that
Part of the opening we discussed? Was there a
Point to it, or just more of his rolling tongue
Stupidity? Put them to sleep why don’t you?”

Brishan held out his hand for silence.
“This is measured…Now if we may
Begin…let it be this way.”

Rana stood from the end of the table,
Tall, beautiful, her auburn curly-haired
Crown and shimmering gold eyes
Commanding attention like a spotlight to her
Face… “Let me ask you,” she said to
Me, “Have you had difficulties?”

“You could say that.”

“Why?” Brishan asked, his chiseled
Features were king-like. I swear this
Long-haired blond giant looked like a
Tower in his chair.

“You know why.”

Brishan took the lead then, not just
As the leader…but as a concerned brother
As well. “Did we not make ourselves
Clear much earlier? This is not a two-way
Door…This is not some…general
Myth to analyze and rebound with an offer
Of suggestions of ‘follow me’. These are
Messages only. Your job is to tell them,
Share them, not let anyone order you…
As if to say to you…I am the bear,
A wolf…a coyote…Follow me. You,”
He pointed, “Follow the lion…That
Was said plainly…”

“What is an Hour Glass?” Rana asked.

“A measure of time…”

“Correct.” She nodded once… “And when
Those sands run out?”

“You can’t be serious?”

Brishan leaned towards me. “These
Stories were laid out with long careful
Purpose…If they can not see the
Path or manner taken, then they are
Falling on deaf ears.”

“But some do understand…”

“Some…” Brishan nodded…once.

“But you can’t be serious. I can’t
Say that or force that. I have
To keep this going for as long as I
Can.”

Brishan’s stare was heavy. “A Valiant
Effort…the name, it never falters.”
He shook his head and smiled. “Can
You do that?”

“I have to try.”

Rana turned to her brother. “You are
Changing the course of this. That is
Not what we agreed…In everything
We observed through the data…and
What these chosen were told to do…”

“Told to do?”

Rana continued… “You saw through
Their eyes yourself…They see too
Much in wrong directions and nothing
Where they should…What are you
Waiting for?”

“Because his purpose interests me, Rana.”
He said strongly as he turned to her. “Tell
Me you do not feel the same way.
You are lying if you say otherwise.”
She only stared back at him strangely.

“Why?”

Brishan watched me with…ferocious
Concern. “The time will come for that.”
Brishan said… “How is your world shaped?
How is the Universe shaped? Leaders
To make things work…
What works? Are they the same
For one world and the Universe…
What about when it applies to
The welfare of other worlds…And
One threatens others? In a case of
Crisis…What sort of leader is best
For survival? Empires are often
Built to handle crisis…you do
Realize that? To manage a mess,
What does it Take?”

“Truly something to think about.”
Rana said.

“And other worlds…Are they or were
They all this way at some point, a
Mess?”

“You would be surprised.” Brishan answered
Calmly. “Paradise in space, I believe most
Are still searching for that…just when
They think they have it, they want more.
Satisfaction and contentment are
Difficult to come by…Peace only comes
When one is content…That’s why to
Preach peace can be very misleading.”

“But you said peace was the way before?”

“It is a good way,” He answered, “But
I, we can not explain everything in
Such great detail at once…that is
What the stories are for…”

“But what about the stories, I had
Those for months…I thought I was
To write about the Lion Men and
SARGOG…but-”

“Those points would have been lost at
That time.” Rana said as she moved
To stand beside Brishan. “There were
Other things going on here…and there.”

“But I had them, I’ve been fighting
To write them down.”

“We told you why.” Rana responded.

“But I had them…then that
Eclipse took them way…my mind
Went blank. Was that it? That
Alignment…did it have to do with
Other worlds then?”

“Yes and No. In some places.” Rana
Said. “You have to understand
These things affect variables, they can
Not be explained until the events reveal
Themselves.”

“The confusion you feel,” Ceres
Interrupted, “Is in part something else…
As we discussed before…you talk with
Too many people.”

“I was the first to embark this with
The stories. No one else wanted it…” Varence
Then interjected. “It is my voice that
Should continue it.”

“May the Heavens save us all!”
Ceres exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

“Forgive me,” Varence said as he
Stood up strongly and pointed to the
Notebook. “But it’s true…Now
Listen to me and write this…”

“I will but…those things I feel, the
Intensity right now…all of these
Strange forces at work now, more
Than ever…I feel so strange…why
Do I feel like this, like I don’t belong…
It feels like I say things when I
Talk to people and they do not hear,
The responses…it’s like they heard
Something else…this constant state
Of feeling I have to explain everything…
It feels like only part of me is
Here and the rest is…someplace else.”

“That…” Varence said eagerly, holding
Up his hand and pointing his finger, “Is
What I was going to explain…that
Is why I need to speak…and address
This now…

That point you made right there, is
Why these stories were so carefully
Laid out…It takes time to
Understand things, a process learned
From one thing to another…It involves
Sealing or fixing a timeline breach.
Your emotions felt this through
Your intuition a long time ago…A life
That should have been…that didn’t…
A life that isn’t working, but should.
Dreams that never manifested but
Could…

Each path is separate in fixing this…
Yet there is one common solution,
The Angel gave this to you with his
Gift and the Light…it’s still there
Responding to what needs to come out.
Others sense it, that’s why they are
Drawn to it…and to you…that’s
Why you feel overwhelmed by requests
And work at the same time…The
Solution is not about individual
Requests but what all things need…

Ages ago…in the beginning of Earth,
When I told you the stories of the
Adams and Eves…it was about
The confrontation and attraction
And completion of men and women
From their single sex environments
Coming together to form a completion,
A balance…one that was never
Fully achieved…They came close
In the great first civilizations, but
During their time of peace and
Seeking answers…their quests, as in
Thors Quest…the peace with Nature,
As the Native Americans had…the
Gifts of genetic missing pieces, that
The Star Pilgrims gave…All of these
Have continually been maliciously
Corrupted and manipulated by Dark
Powers seeking conquest…A poison
That is difficult to cure and never
Goes away…The Stars and the
Alignment of the Stars call out to
This…For those lost missing pieces
To Align…but the Dark won’t let that
Happen…The struggle has been there
Since the beginning…when the Dark
Empire invaded and corrupted The Eves
And their genetic integrity…with
Their enslavement of the sexes and
Perceptions…revealed in identity crisis,
Cravings and confusion…

The solution is not easy…that is why
Rana keeps insisting that you not
Listen to others advice…it is corrupting
The solution from coming forth.”

“You’re saying the Light has that kind
Of power?”

“It is in part a vessel for it, at least
One…” Varence said. “Others do have
It too…In other dimensions…And
They are being pulled together…which
Explains your overwhelming urge
To find them…and them you…And
To answer your question…the others
Will just know…And a natural wall
Will keep the wrong ones out…But
That is only part of the solution…
For the rest of the World…It greatly
Depends on how they cope with things
Like mirrors.”

“Mirrors? Is he serious? I’m supposed
To write that down? You know how
I get lectured…what am I supposed
To do, write more? Punctuate myself
To death?”

“As they return,” Varence nodded, “You
Will write more stories…paint, draw…
We believe it will help…at least we
Hope…it will help…some.”

“Some? Just some?”

“Well the alignments do not help,
They only intensify instability.” Brishan
Added.

“I still say the planet is too unstable.”
Rana said. “They were warned about
This nearly one hundred years ago.
Technology was given and shared and
They abused it for power.”

“There is an Hour Glass for Earth
Changes…That is inevitable…And that
Has nothing to do with peace and love…
Or hate and fear…that is the planet…
But with regards to its people…the
Path to take…to choose is often the
One they refuse to see…yet it’s
Simply the one they have always
Wanted. It really is that simple.”

Valiant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=85486

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 14OCT2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (14 October 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Star Visitor…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ5bS3_BCDs

In the Dark, The Dim, The Light…
The Serious Stares of their assembly
As they sat around a large round table…
Watching, waiting for this…
To impart the next story for those
Willing to hear it.

And she stood tall and fearless from
Them, this woman…graceful, yet strong,
Beautiful, with a celestial glow about
Her in the soft light of the room.
She had auburn hair swept back
From her face, tied with twisted curls
That she wore like a crown above
Her head, highlighted with gold…that
Fell in long curly waves down her back…
But her eyes were mesmerizing, focused,
Shimmering like molten yellow metal,
They burned into you…Her form was
Perfect, but her essence was primal
And wild…This was Rana.

“Who’s to say they can date the beginning?
She said as she slowly moved from her
Seat to stroll around the table. She was
So focused, her eyes did not appear to blink
At all…her long lashes like knives. “We only
Know there was one…

We all search for these answers, the
Immeasurable quest of knowing,
Discovering what we don’t know.
Who are we, what are we, where did we
Come from…and why? Science has
Always argued the logical reasons,
But it can not explain one thing…
The soul. Faith is the only answer here.
No logic, no study of any measurement
Can explain the finite details of what
Breathes passion into the reason of life,
Only that life exists with passion…
And the fire of this makes things
Move.

In the Universe, there are countless forms
Of life, of sentient beings…of worlds beyond
Imagination. To sum this up, to explain
Their diversity would be…impossible. And these
Sciences reflect this. And amid these there
Are forces that build and shape the powers
Struggling to control them…That which
Could be called …Good and Evil. The Dark
And the Light…the epic struggle…it truly
Comes down to this. There is no denying this,
For where there is life, that breathes and
Walks and thinks and builds civilizations,
These forces are recognized. And so, each
Is compelled without option to choose
One to follow…True, some are coerced…
But in the end, if not the beginning…
There are always 2.

“Do you know why I am telling you
This?” Rana asked with a casual blink.

“I thought this was a story about
The Lion Men?”

“Not quite.” She said pausing to stand still.
“All worlds have this measure. All of them.
Some more than others, much more so in
Fact…Some are entirely Good…While
Others are entirely Dark. And the Dark
Is very hungry…it brandishes this
Endless thirst for power and domination…
Presuming that one day perhaps it
May take over.

We can not explain for sure to you
How long this has been…but most
Would argue…For as long as this Universe
Has existed…if not all Universes.

And we do study this…it is a primary
Concept of origin. That is who we are,
The Watchers. Perhaps that will clarify things
Some…

Now, in the state of things…of watching,
We learn. Now also, it makes more sense
To observe those that we have most in
Common with,” She said gesturing her
Hands wide and calmly, “Does it not? For
In our similar forms and shapes we are
Like kin…maybe not the closest by birth,
But still, we are related. Even that, yes
We do share similar things with races
Like The Lion Men, and they with us.
Particularly where just cause and nobility
And virtue are of similar pursuit. By
That I mean, in the realms of the
Universes, we share the path of the Light,
Or Good, if you will. And we embrace
Those laws accordingly.”

“Is this a story? It feels like something
Else.”

“Yes.” She simply smiled and nodded.
“Please, bear with me…It is difficult
Sometimes to reach out. You can not
Always just approach someone and
Begin to communicate openly…it would
Be too shocking. Too unnerving…
And the words would fall in disarray,
Losing their meaning by perceptions,
By opinions, beliefs…even something
Primitive and simple as hormones…and
Then the communication would be
Pointless…worthless…So we, if the
Approach is to be done at all, must
Be made carefully…with very carefully
Selected contacts…

And the more precious the contact, the
More rare of a situation…the more
Valuable they become.” She smiled. “Do
You understand?”

“This is about that Light the Angel put
In my head in 1999…isn’t it?”

Again, she smiled. “Another time for
That…for now…consider this…If
Contacts are laid out over the course of
Time for a purpose…And something
Quite magical happens during that period,
You would call that what?” She
Paused to the others at the table,
Then returned her eyes to me. “Something
Beyond expectations…And suddenly
One small project becomes something
Much more…something quite Huge…

“Now,” She held up her forefinger…
“Now for the story…Just – “

“I still say we should just end this
Before it becomes a mess.” Diana,
The beautiful voice of their Senate, her sister,
Interrupted, “They have already proven,
For the most part, they are too half
Witted for these matters. They voted
For a cleansing…We should allow the
Planet to proceed.”

Brishan scowled as he sat beside
Where Rana stood. “We have discussed
This…Do not put your words to the
Message here any more…We agreed! Rana,”
He ordered with one nod. “Continue…
Please…”

She smiled again and went on. “Now
Then…Let the words flow…As the
Ascended Master instructed. Ignore all
Distractions…this has been very carefully
Put in place…”

A flash of Light…A tidal wave of
Shimmering blues and golds…
Words fell in place, pictures, slideshows…
A memory shared…

Golden hair, creamy streaks with waves
And curls, blurry at first…Flashes of
A Hallway, silver-like panels…soft
Yellow lighting along the ceiling, along
The wall just above the eye level
Comfortably. She was walking somewhere
Intently…urgent. Then into a room
To sit at a counter with a chair made
Into the wall of a small dimly lit
Room. The chair facing one
Blank wall? She sat down then touched
Some sort of invisible keypad, again
Made into the counter, that lit up
When she touched it. There were no
Wall decorations of any kind, this
Was an empty room.

Immediately the wall she faced it up,
Like a giant view screen…And there
Was Rana, looking exactly as she
Does now. “Ceres, my sister…you
Did receive my call?”

“Yes, of course.” Ceres answered
Calmly, but somewhat surprised. “Of
Course…It has been so long…Why- “

“Does the Trickster know about
This call? IOs he aware at all?” Rana
Asked.

“He is aware of the transmission, yes.
But not by whom. Why?” Ceres asked.

“Is it true what they are saying,
What the Senate and the Postulate
Have received of the activity on
The planet…Did a Pilgrim ship
In fact, land to replace lost fuel?
The Elvar…from – “

“Yes.” Ceres groaned, rolling her
Eyes trying to contain her disgust.
“Yes…But I thought he hid his
Actions…They are aware? You should
See what he is doing. He removed
His uniform! Then sat in front of
Me completely bare- “

“Never mind that,” Rana responded,
“I don’t need to hear. Apollo hasn’t
Changed…I want to know about
The Pilgrim ship. They are blocking
All transmissions son that no one
Can see…”

“The Postulate is blocking transmissions?
Why?” Ceres asked, confused.

“Not the Postulate,” Rana said
With a sly grin. “The Paladium…
BR’riel has done this…”

Ceres held her head sideways
Watching her sister carefully. “Why?”

“I will explain,” Rana went on,
“There is something I would like
You to do…BR’riel asks this…
VIR’riel and I are coming under
A concealed Transport…Apollo
Must not be aware of this at all
Under any circumstances…Can
You do this?”

“Fool Apollo?” Ceres said with a
Wide-eyed expression. “Hide something
From him? Make the Great Apollo
Who over analyzes everything
Be distracted from his fantastic ego
Of brilliance? That his intelligence
Should falter? Not notice something?
Pause? Skip a moment? Of course,
That is completely easy. How
Foolish can I make him look?”

Rana simply laughed, end transmission.

The Lost Time, a secret visit…
As requested, Ceres blocked her sister’s
Transport from being detected
By the vigilant Apollo…How? The
Traditional way, of course, no hints there.

Flashes, images…Lost pictures and
Hidden memories of an era concealed
In time. The Visit…
The Earth was still lush and primitive
But growing…Tribes were becoming
Villages, and villages towns…But in
Some lands, stone cities were rising
And tyranny was forming. For those
Slowly becoming aware of greed and
Power. And unknownst to all, there
Were visitors from the stars making
An accidental stop on Earth to replace
Lost fuel and…study the natives…
The Star Pilgrims, The Elvar…humans
From a far corner of space were discovering
A lost tribe of humans on this world
On the fringes of safe space…but these
Humans were unlike any they had encountered
Before…in form and behavior, something
Had changed them. And in close
Examination of the planet, an ancient
Civilization was discovered…remains of
A Lost band of Survivors from another
Time…Another War…One known only
To our ancient ancestors from other
Worlds…

The Watchers had recorded much of this
Already through Apollo’s records of humankind
On the Planet…But to the Elvar, it was
A ground breaking New Discovery…The
Planet not only held secrets of a lost
Civilization…but mysterious details of
What the Dark Empire was doing
Secretly…Manipulating and experimenting
To create something New…But why?
Close examination of this must be done…
Watch, Monitor…but do not interfere…
But above all record and report
EVERYTHING…which became the
Point of interest for every race that
Found Earth…

Rand VIR’riel’s Transport came
And hovered, concealed to all, but Ceres.
They observed everything carefully…
The Elvar studying…then making
Plans to ‘help’ the natives with
Genetic therapy that would stabilize
Their DNA over time…and hopefully
Over generations, restore their humanity
To the point of its original colonists: the
Freed slaves’ ships of the Adams and Eves.

The Lion Men had become aware secretly
Of The Last Lion on Earth, but hid this.
To ensure a path of Intervention a vote
Among them on Tellus had decided to
Implement a secret contact with a remote
And simple people far affected from the
Rest of the World…The Native Americans.
Make contact with select tribes on
The Planet…Impart clues…riddles…
Then return and wait. Watch what
Happens…

In the deserts of the South West, an
Elvar Scout Ship had just finished
A messy mission…VIR’riel took
Interest first to these Indians…then
Instructed Rana to approach…

In the caves, deep within the rolling
Hills…a band of young men tended
To the stories they were painting on
The walls…pictographs, carefully made
Images as told to them by their chiefs
And Shaman…do not alter these
Words told to them…of the visitors from
The Stars that came…

As the band of young men grew weary
And tired from their work, at dusk,
Leave a lone young man known as
Eyes to the Sky and their Shaman
Night Bird, alone to finish up for the
Day…They examined their work
Carefully, with admiration, then sat
Quietly by a small fire to note the
Stars lighting in the sky with the Fall
Moon…

“This night feels strange.” Said
Night Bird. “The animals are quiet. The
Wind is quiet…Everything is quiet.”

“But that is good.” Eyes to the Sky
Said to him. “The others talk too
Much all day. My ears hurt now.”

They both laughed. Then Night Bird
Said, “Sometimes quiet is good…But
When the animals are quiet…and
Then the wind is quiet…something
Is there. Pay attention.”

A noise stirred at the Mouth of
The cave…Footsteps, breaking branches
And then a long low growl… A CAT…
The Shaman’s eyes grew wide…
“Do you see? I told you…”

“Mountain Lion?” Eyes to the Sky
Asked…

Night Bird sent his senses out to
Listen to the deep growls of the
Cat stalking them outside. “No…
Jaguar…”

Just then, a Big Black Jaguar
Strolled, with power and confidence,
Into the cave…These great cats
Roamed freely then, before settlers
Hunted them out much later. The
Cat was huge…strong…and hungry.

“What do we do?” The boy asked.

“Wait…” Night Bird said…

Then another noise came…but this
Was different…The footstep patterns
More human…but bigger.
Then two forms stood at the mouth
Of the cave…One was enormous! Tall,
Wide…his head reached the mouth
Of the cave…as the Lion Man
Entered…his face, his expression was
Indescribable!

The two Indians eyes bulged, they
Cowered back a bit, too nervous
To shake…they could only stare without
Looking away.

Then…A woman entered beside him.
She was beautiful! Graceful, yet
Strong…She was tall compared
To the women they knew, with fair
Skin and reddish-brown hair! She
Smiled in the most magical way
At the Indians, but said nothing…

The Jaguar stood right between
The four of them…The cat was
Nervous and confused and grew
Anxious…it had not expected this!
It growled and coiled down…but
Locked eyes with the Lion Man who
Stared it down…with some silent
Psychic power only animals could
Recognize…And at once without
Hesitation, the Jaguar was a subject
To the Lion Man…his servant, his
Friend…and absolutely obedient
To VIR’riel’s presence.

Then Rana approached the Jaguar
And stroked him. “Oh, he is beautiful.”
The Jaguar was immediately devoted
To her and became her constant
Companion…she did love black cats.

VIR’riel nodded to the Indians but
Would not speak their language, though
He knew it instantly. Instead
He nodded for Rana to speak.

Rana turned her attention to the
Men then… “My name is Rana…we
Have come from…a distant Star
To help you…Please do not be afraid,
Just listen to me, my voice…
And remember it for your drawings…

Tell no one we were here…but draw it…
Remember it in your work
And in your memories silently…
Never speak of this unless asked…
And only with your own people…

Know my name when the time is right…
There will come a Time of Great noise
In your future…There will be no reason…
A Time of Thunder in the ground and
Skies…Watch the Skies, The Stars…
Only a few will know this…In their
Dreams the story will speak to them…
Secrets to Never Tell…And then those
Will gather for my return…The Right
Ones…And ANYTHING or ANYONE
That gets in my way…I will break
THEM.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=85032

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 7OCT2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (7 October 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Star Page Report…

In the Coming Months, these Posts will be
Abbreviated, as necessary, to accommodate
Time and messages. Sometimes there will
Be stories…Sometimes Artwork…And
Others there will be a more abrupt type
Outline called The Star Page Reports.
With information as received. I understand
That people have limited time, while others
Prefer more detailed stories…I hope this works
For both. Thank You.

The Star Page Report…Autumn…2017

Overview…Varence: While the common myth
Is that most hope to awake one day to
Perfection, that is not how it works…
Everything is a matter of time and effort.
You receive what you give. While Dreams may
Not manifest overnight…There is in fact
The possibility of waking one day and
Knowing which road or path to take to get
There…At any moment the choices can
Be made for attaining that goal.

Earth Analysis: We understand the reasons
Of explanation…However, the correct answer or
Response should be…These are Planetary changes,
Not climate change…The weather accommodates this.

Population: Politics and Entertainment distractions
Are irrelevant. Coordinated efforts toward
Health and better living and Peace should be
The overall Focus without anger.

Health: As per Damara…More nuts and
Fresh fruits…Apples. Uncooked vegetables…
Garlic and Onions. Less Optic Nerve Entertainment
And more soft Instrumental Auditory Stimulation.
Physical Activity Wellness at least 1 hour a day.

Auditory Suggestions: No Screaming, or
Loud offensive sound disturbances.

Ceres Suggestions: Stop abusing the Animals,
They are entirely too kind…they really should
Be taught less patience and more to bite back.

Spiritual: (Evangella) In the Universe
Spirituality is diverse and respected for
Its Faith and Enlightenment. All manners
Of Faith have their equal value. Why
Should one surpass any other. If Faith
Is used as a weapon against other people
Or religions…then it has lost its
Virtue and true purpose as a religion.

Brishan’s Overview: While stories serve
Their purpose…Sometimes the message
Must be made short, as perceptions
And reasons vary…the meaning of a
Message is often lost by opinions.
In nations across the stars, principles
Are held as differently as their people.
In a space so vast with life, how can
One view reflect them all? Often times
The best exchange is shared by telling
Stories, experiences…not by technology.
Knowledge and its appreciation comes
Slowly over time…When things move too
Fast they are difficult to appreciate
And control…and often self-destruct.

In managing relations of diversity, you
Can not force interaction nor integration,
The best examples of unity come through
Volunteers as they provide eager understanding.
With regards to different communities,
Until there is an eager understanding
Shared by all…separate safe
Communities are always the best measure.
Safety and comfort should always be
Provided this way, and should start with the
Home…Not a forced menagerie of different
Individuals…
Absolutely preserve and protect individual
Rights, but never force them side by
Side in mass.
Again, true unity and wellness for
All, as well as justice comes from
Eager understanding, patience, respect
And kindness.
The one shouting the loudest is not
Always the most deserving to be
Heard…They simply are shouting
The loudest, or in other words they
Are simply shouting.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=84542

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 30SEP2017

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 September 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Shadow People…and Mothman…

*song* “Alone” by Heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cw1ng75KP0

There are lots of stories of things that go
Bump in the night…of strange creepy feelings
You can’t explain…or when things just seem
Off somehow. No matter to what extent
You experience these things, the fact remains
A lot of people share these feelings and
Experiences…and absolutely some do more than
Others…it’s not a contest, it just happens.
The worst thing about these experiences is
That they are so hard to talk about…

People share these stories quietly, in whispers
With friends or family over lunch or dinner…
Over the internet, in email or private
Messages. To talk about them openly in
Public is risky…because of the wide eyed
Looks you get from people that overhear.
Stop worrying about these people and
What they think…they never notice
Anything unless it’s about themselves.

I’ve had all kinds of friends from Hollywood
To Wall Street, to Washington…And the
Conversation is always mainstream…headlines,
Gossip, what’s trending…safe, boring, shallow,
Dumb…Their perceptions still amaze me…
They depend on others for information…and
If the power ever went out…They would only
Wait and wait and wait and wait…For
It to come back on.

Those beliefs cripple the world. Talk to your
Friends,, please…Share your experiences…and
Don’t laugh at them…That is how you break
The binds of traditional obscene denial. There
Is a lot more to life than mainstream beliefs.
Churches would NOT have been around
For ages if the supernatural, the ethereal and
Heavenly powers did not exist.

And the Light came…the two of them
Sitting in their chairs…His face proud,
Chiseled, wise and serious. Her face,
Radiant, bright and beautiful. What a
Pair they made together.

“So I’m supposed to discuss Now?” I asked
Them. “About these Shadow people and
Mothman…again?”

Varence nodded, pointing to the notebook. “you
Do this for timely reasons. Everything is
Precise. You keep doing it until the point is
Made clear.”

“How long will that be?”

“Until he says so.” Varence grinned. “Until
I tell you to.”

“Such compelling instruction.” Ceres sighed
Beside him, watching him with this strange
Expression, as if she was amazed he could
Speak. “Words to wait for…What’s next,
Another epic tale? A Poem?”

Varence gave her a cross look, apparently
They had reached a new silent
Understanding. “Now I’m going to ask
You some questions.” He said to me. “For
You to tell me some stories.”

“Me? What could I tell you that you
Don’t know?”

“For the notebook.” He pointed. “Now
Please –“

“Please?” Ceres interrupted. “He’s being
Polite. Cherish the moment. Write that
Down.”

Varence rolled his eyes and continued. “In
Previous messages there was a subject of
Interest…significant, very often…The Shadow
People, Mothman. These dreams that you
Have detailed. There were more?”

“Well. Yeah. I could not write that
All down at once…That would take a
Novel in itself. Most of the stories would,
I have to condense it down.”

“Well, then,” Varence gestured wide with
A simple nod and smile. “Let us
Elaborate further and see if there is
Anything currently relevant.”

“I can’t write that all down…”

“I’ll direct the questions.” He said. “You
Just write as best you can…These Shadow
People; This Mothman…You and others
Have seen this, experienced it for long?”

“I have…And I know others have, but I
Don’t know to what extent in others…It varies
A lot from person to person…But it does
Seem in respect…hereditary…I know of
At least 1, her family has seen them
For generations…And I think there
Are at least 3 others, but with them
It is sporadic, not consistent…” I
Had to ask. “Do you see them” Do
Others see them where you are from?”

“There is nothing like that where we
Are from.” Ceres answered sharply. “These…
Things…are not of the physical as you
Know…They are primarily an aspect
Of more chaotic worlds…without strict
Protocols to ward them off.”

“Strict protocols?”

“Standard, yes.” Varence replied. “To avoid
Such problems. They are most commonly
Drawn to chaos…To those seeking
Power, magic…To those who wish to
Fulfill darker desires, especially those
Unaware or in denial of these darker
Beings. I am not saying that it
Is their fault…but still, the point
Will become clear over time.
Now please, could you share
With us, more about the Shadow
People?” He pointed to the notebook
Again. “I believe it will make
Very good sense now…the timing…
The First story that comes to mind…”

“I had this friend who has seen
Them many times…She had lots of
Stories about them. Not only she saw
Them, but her whole family did. But
They never talked about it with
Anyone…When I discussed it with
Her and shared stories…we seemed to
Agree that discussing them…seemed
To attract their attention. That queasy
Feeling would grow…a nervous tingle…
It felt like you were being watched
When you were alone and no one was
There…

And there were other aspects they seemed
To have, an affect on people…like, it
Brought out the worst in them…anger,
Hostility, a short temper, insensitivity,
Selfishness…then worst traits… All the time…
And then afterwards, there would be
This feeling of hopelessness, and
Loneliness that would not go away.
No matter how hard you tried you
Could not shake it…it was a cycle
That would repeat over and over…
You would see things in the shadows
For no reason…Paranoia, hostility
And frustration would follow…and
Then misery…over and over…

Friends at parties would do dumb
Things…hold seances, play with
Ouija boards…they were always
Trying to trigger something supernatural
Or psychic…but all that would
Really come…were these Shadow
People…and they would fight over
Dumb stupid things for no reason…
A lot of jealousy and just nasty
Stuff…and then a lot of self-pity
And crying. I always had to leave
The room or the party…If you don’t
Take part in these things…follow what
Your friends are doing, they criticize
And attack you…that’s peer pressure.
And if the Shadow People are seen
It’s even worse…

It always looked like someone else
Was in the corner, in the shadows…
Or in the mirrors…a lot of strange
Stuff happened with mirrors, like they
Would fill with smoke or fog for no
Reason…I would always see something
And want to leave…but it’s like
Everyone else liked it and wanted
More…But they got strange and
Nasty…and strangely very very
Hormonal…I used to think it was
Mostly younger people that suffered
This…But now I know better, it’s
Everywhere…No matter who or
Where…Religious people seem more
Sensitive to it…And very successful
People are most often completely
Oblivious to it…They seem and
Immediately launch into denial, always.
I know of a few creepy stories,
Very intense with one friend where
She and her husband, who was
A strict nonbeliever, both saw
A Shadow Person very clear…and
It really scared him bad.

They had this big house,
With a master bedroom that had
This master bathroom attached
With a short hallway…One night,
Seemingly very normal…She was in
The bathroom getting ready for bed…
He was in bed reading…She said
She kept feeling she wasn’t alone
In the bathroom, she would see
Something in the corner of her eye,
Thought it was her husband and
Start to talk to him…then
He would call out from the bedroom,
‘Who are you talking to?’

But she swore he was right there
With her…So then she turned off
The light, went down the little
Hall…heard a noise…turned
Around…and there was a…man?
A shadowy figure standing a few
Feet away watching her in the
Bathroom! She screamed, ran to
The bedroom…her husband jumped
Up ready for a confrontation…ran
To the bathroom…But no one was
There…They checked and checked…
No one was there. They checked
The house…nothing…Then went
To bed, discussing it of course…

Then as they were in bed talking…
They saw the shadow again! They
Both saw it…walking around in
The bathroom, a shadowy figure!
Her husband got angry, again ran
Into the bathroom ready to fight…
But when he went into the bathroom
And turned on the light…No one
Was there!

He got angry, he could not
Understand, they argued about
It…he turned off the light, they
Went back to bed. It happened
Again. This kept happening. They
Found nothing. Eventually they
Went to sleep with the light on
Because he insisted it was
Ridiculous…He could not wrap his
Mind around it…

She made it clear…This was NOT
A ghost, she had seen those. This
Was a shadow. It had no features,
Only a black form…with a very
Powerful sense of a stare, and a
Real darkness about it. She
Fought with her husband about it,
He refused to believe it was
Anything…They fought a lot about
It…I remember she clearly
Said it made them both short
Tempered very fast…and very
Miserable afterwards. She even cried.
There were other nights they
Continued to see the Shadow Person
In the bathroom, walk around then
Stop and watch them…sometimes it
Made noises at them, like a hiss. I
Should add here, this was new house,
Brand new, built for them…and no ghostly
Activity in the area, she checked with
Her neighbors…she and her husband
Fought about this, but in time, he grew
Impatient and just ignored it and denied
It and it stopped.

Her family has a history of seeing these
Shadow People, very obvious like that…
Anger, misery and hopelessness followed
It…we discussed it at length.

I had other friends who saw Shadow
People, none quite so vividly. I used to
See them too, up until December 31st, 1999…
And the Angel. Everyone reported the
Same thing…Anger in the house,
Hostility, short tempers…bad luck, things
Were moved, sometimes…Sometimes there
Were illnesses, injuries…A lot of
Depression, misery…hopelessness…and a
Lot of confusion on how to handle it.
Most went to church, or prayed or something
Like that…

“What are they?” I asked them. “Do you
Have any suggestions? Does this have
Something to do with current times?”

Ceres looked to Varence, he was the one
Who observed civilization. With a serious
Expression hen thought carefully before
Answering. “There is no simple way of
Answering this…But we observed them…
And they do manifest at critical times…
Throughout history. They are more active
Then, it appears to drive circumstances
To extremes. Very few are aware of them,
Those that are, react with quiet fear…Most
Just grow angry, hostile…There is no
Reasoning with them…They are of the
Darker aspect of dimensional beings…They
Push it…They appear to be foot soldiers,
Always trying to tip the scales to
Favor the dark…But you can resist
Them. What your friends husband
Was good, in part, deny they have power
Over you…command them out. But you
Must also work to control yourself. Prayer
Is very good for that…

But for those that are consumed by the
Dark of the shadows, so much that they
Can not control themselves…it is best to
Avoid them…and hope the shadows will
Release them. Focus on making the rage
Stop…Focus on calmer things…and
Surround yourselves with others of the same,
There is strength in that.” He appeared
Solemn, strange for him…but hopeful.
“Now, what about this other…creature,
This Mothman?”

“Oh yeah, there’s an easy topic!”

“Go on, please, tell it for them.” Ceres said.

“It was years ago…I thought I
Explained this once before? In the
Spring…The Spring and Fall months
Seem to be the most supernatural
For me…”

I was having these dreams, at
Least I think they were dreams. It
Started with a restless sleep…I
Would dream that my television would
Suddenly come on in the middle
Of the night and wake me up…and
It was the news, news broadcasts…
I was always like…huh?
But it was never current news, I
Don’t know, it was years ago…
But it was mostly about severe
Weather and the climate…like it
Was happening…somewhere for real
Right there. There were a few
Separate scenarios of this…It
Would terrify me, then, I would jump
Out of bed, turn off the TV and
Run through the house in a panic…
And when I did this…out of
The corner of my eye, I would see
This THING…watching me, with
Big glowing red eyes…

And it had this awful eerie voice.
It kept taunting me, urging me
To look at it/, “Look at me…” It
Kept saying, I will never forget that
Voice…But yet, when I saw this
Thing in dreams…Another
Very powerful voice would come,
Telling me, no matter what…
Do NOT look at that creature
In the face…something about it
Taking souls…possession? So
What is it?”

“Another creature of the Dark powers,
To push, or guide, the very relevant
To your now. Pay attention to
Your dreams, tell others the same.”
Varence said.

“But what does it want?”

He looked at Ceres, then calmly
Said. “It…they…are drawn to
People with heightened senses…To feed
Off them, what they see and what
They know…they are also drawn to
Critical times…we have observed
Them…These beings are stronger…
Stay strong in your beliefs and you
Can keep them away.”

“Please understand, it is important to
Note these things and be AWARE
Of them at critical times…In order
To fight these Dark Forces your
Greatest weapon is to be aware of
Them…Fear the ignorant ones
More than others in critical times. They
Will only lead you into darkness…
Always be aware of where the
Shadows dwell…Always.

You Need to let this be acknowledged
Before we continue with Stories…Shed
Light on it…and the Light will grow.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=84151

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 23SEP2017

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (23 September 2017) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…THE ANCIENT MASTERS of Atlantis…

*song* “Standing in the Darkness” by Alias

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEb0bRErgwI

Back and Forwards are all the Same.
They always seem to tell the same stories
On One Timeline…Until the Rhythm breaks
And lessons must be learned…Again?

History may navigate different eras,
But the attitudes always seem the same.
Is that the Nature of the Human race
Then? What is Time meant to tell?
The Light, the pulse…Varence blinked and
Winked and cocked his eyebrow. “To impart
A story must have some meaning, some
Intention…without that it’s useless. The
Best things learned are always timely…They
Have to be.” He grinned. “Maybe some
Things we shared were misread earlier…
They are all connected you know. We put
Them in order very carefully.”

“Please note he said…We.” Ceres added
Enthusiastically as she sat to his right
Elegantly sitting straight with her hands
Holding her knees.

Varence casually turned to her and cleared
His throat. “Before we begin…Ceres, may
I have a glass of water?”

She half turned to meet his eyes. “What
Are you asking me for? Of course you can…
Go get it yourself…am I your servant?
You cannot walk and talk at the same
Time?”

A bizarre moment as their expressions exchanged…
Something. I’m not sure really what it was…but
It was funny to watch.

“Ah, never mind,” He smiled; was that a joke?
“Let’s begin…Remember, just write it
Simply…no excessive detail…”

“Oh…” Ceres smiled, she nearly laughed, “He
Said simply…RUN.”

He rolled his eyes…and then began…

“Back…roll it back again to the time. Back…
And here, on this world it was a different
Time, a lost age of civilizations. Words and
Schools had the same meaning then…they
Only want to delight in holding knowledge
Over others…what a prized perception…

But it was not like the world you know…
It was bright and shining with cities and
Manmade things everywhere, as far as the
Eye could see…Towns and estates did
Exist, but like the cities they caged nature,
Tamed it, fenced it and tried to erase
Its wildness as much as possible to make
Everything seem as controlled as possible…
Now ignore the aspects of their society,
Their culture…the different lands of the
People that spread across continents…
They varied as much as they do to your time
Currently…But they were as divided as
They were diverse…Their opinions, their
Physical characteristics pulled them in
Different directions, as much did their
Cravings…Their gender, and their desires.
Many worlds are like this however
Throughout the stars, remember that…For
Where there is life that builds civilization
There is always one thing…pride. And with
Pride, there are always those elite themselves
To control things.

But upon this world, in your long ago…
In the world you never knew…
There was a power unlike any present
On Earth. One that stood above the leaders
To aid and guide them…And fix their
Mistakes…It was called many names
With great reverence, but primarily known
As…The House of the Ancient Masters.

The Ancient Masters rose as an order
Of the best of men and women. They were
First taught by the Last of The Lion Men
That existed on Earth…
For those unfamiliar with The Lion Men,
Here briefly, I will tell you…They were a
Magnificent, powerful race of beings, resembling
More strongly Lions that you know but walking
On 2 legs…towering between 9 and 12
Feet Tall. Their race was eradicated by
The Dark Empire…Their women taken,
Removed and sterilized…Separation of the
Sexes is the first step of the Conquerors
In sabotaging a race…
But The Lion Men were majestic, in form
Of mind, body and spirit…possessing
Extraordinary psychic powers. They were
Noble and good…Far above the reckless
Hormonal indulgent humans of the First
Earth…And so they served as great
Counselors of virtue…They created the
First Temple Divine…A house of religious
Worship…one that respected Nature…They
Were very alone in their thinking then.
But The Lion Men saw great potential in
Humans, they always have…A story
For another time, but suffice to say it
Is a destiny of Two races Forever connected.

But as I said, The Lion Men saw great
Potential in humans…and so sought
To Teach humans, on the First Earth…Their
Ways of balance and living…to instill
A more noble belief system. They selected
The Best of the Best of human students
As apprentices…To become what
Would be called The Ancient Masters.

They selected human students that
Excelled in multiple talents…Art, Music,
Poetry…Those with insightful minds. Those
That were well shaped and of good
Physical skill…They had to be able to
Think and move with equal good measure.
The Lion Men were never fond of
Laziness or those that slept all the time.
Their beliefs were simple…And still are…
If you are going to be of value, then
You must demonstrate, possess and
Exercise great talents, great control and
Great virtue to become a Master.

And The House, or The Temple as it
Was also known, of the Ancient Masters
Became the very embodiment of this.
It existed and grew by the strictest
Of a code of ethics, no exceptions. They
Built their schools across the world…
Very separate from the cold urban
Fortresses of cities, and they kept
Their gates closed, and never let in
Anyone that strayed from their
Beliefs and teachings. The world saw
Them as far too elite, far too strict
And rigid…And yet they sought their
Counsel endlessly…For advice on all
Their problems. How interesting, don’t you
Think?

Over time, The House of the Ancient Masters
Grew and grew, and as the Time of The Lion
Men ended…and the last of this majestic
Race vanished from Earth…Their human
Students took over and carried on their
Teachings.

In the Early Days there were always 5,
5 to lead, 5 to heed…5 like the 5 points
Of a star, a crown…The fingers of the hand…
The form of sentient beings…A head, two
Arms, two legs…5…with an order of
7 to do their deeds and 1 above them
All to rule…13…13 like the phases
Of the moon, they made to balance the
Seasons and rotations of the Earth. 13…

And to balance the elements of life and
The forces of nature…together with the
Lion Men, The Ancient Masters forged
13 Crystal Skulls to hold all the knowledge
That they knew of creation…under
Heaven, of the Universe, to preserve
Knowledge so that nothing would ever be
Lost or abused or forsaken ever…

At the head of the order was Astopheles, the
Wisest and greatest of all in Form of
Mind, body, and spirit…He was ageless,
Appearing immortal…no one could
Determine his age upon sight…they
Only knew he was the First, and
Most powerful taught by The Lion Men.

Below Astopheles sat…Melora, great
Priestess of the East, of the sisters
Divine…The embodiment of the First Eves.
Then Jarenth…The Elder of the Brothers
Of Light, prime of the embodiment of
The First Adams, like Astopheles…
Then Xan and the Priestess known
As The Scarlett Shaman, also of the
Sisters Divine…who acted as
Administrator of the House of the
Ancient Masters…responsible for
Recruiting and disciplining all students
Of their school. Only these 5 will
Be discussed here.

It was upon the Eve of one of
The last summer moons that Astopheles
Sat in his Office of the Temple with
His respective Crystal Skull, the Skull
Of divination, which sat above all
Other Skulls…He was reviewing
Requests by the world leaders for
Counsel as current political unrest was
Troubling them. The people were in
A constant state of wanting more…
But if that were never enough, a
New age of reason and excitement
Had come upon the world…First
Contact had been made with an
Alien race…And at last all the
World had hoped to find the answers…
Answers as to their origins…Where
Had the First Adams and Eves
Come from…When, why, how? The
Questions were limitless…They only
Knew what The Great Lion Men had
Taught them…That they had escaped
Oppression and slavery from a Dark
Empire…and their true home was far
Far away across the Universe…beyond
The reaches of their science to chart…
It was a very hungry time…

Astopheles, a powerfully built tall man,
Was handsome as the First Adams were
Well known to be…he had long silvery
Gray blond hair and blue eyes with
A short-trimmed beard…and by
Current standards appeared to be about
35 years old…but in truth his age
Numbered in the hundreds of years,
Perhaps thousands. No one knew his
Real age, he just seemed to always be
There.

As he sat staring into the Master
Skull, Melora entered…She too was
Tall and beautiful, fair of beauty and
Dark of skin, like the 1st Eves of
Earth…with long dark brown hair that
Was braided with shiny gold and blue
Beads…and gold eyes. Her Crystal Skull
Was known as The Skull of the Great
Waters, The Waters of Intuition…She
Entered Astopheles chamber office vexed and
Concerned but still kind; she was
Always calmly composed. “May I
Enter?” She asked.

“Enter.” Astopheles waved from his
Great marble desk. He already sensed
Her mood was grim.

“The senate is insisting again
For an audience.” Melora said,
Adjusting her long reddish purple gown.
“The people of Atlantis are demanding
More voice…Especially with their
Living styles…as well as news about
The new visitors from the stars…which
Continually remain in seclusion with
World leaders mysteriously. When can
I give them an answer?”

“Everyone wants to live like the
Wealthy citizens of Arcadia!” Astopheles
Bellowed., “The great pleasure city
Never ceases to entice the masses,
Everyone wants to live like a king or a
Queen…It never ends, they always
Want more…”

“They insist on the same rights as
Arcadia.” Melora said kindly, “They
Only want better lives…”

“But this is Atlantis not Arcadia…no
Rights have changed…They are the
Same as they were before. If they
Want to live in Arcadia…Then let
Them move there…” Astopheles groaned.
“Complain, complain…they certainly
Have not lost the right to complain…”

“Shall I use those \words then?”
Melora smiled.

“What words could sooth the state of
Things?” Astopheles said shaking his head.
“They do not want reason…They want
It their way…They always do…And Attan?
Lemuria? What are they asking?”

Melora laughed., “Attan wants the
Secret meeting of the visitors to be
Made public…For open talks and
Sciences to be exchanged…no more
Secrets…” She laughed again.
“And Lemuria is tired of hearing
The world news talk of Atlantis’s
Constant complaining…They want the
People to…shut up.”

“Of course!” Astopheles laughed out loud.
“And so would I! Who doesn’t?” He
Tapped his finger on his desk… “And
What, Arcadia has nothing to complain
About?”

She smiled. “Arcadia wants more rights
To acquire more gold to build bigger
Palaces for their citizens…Their homes
Aren’t big enough…The gold…isn’t
Gold enough.” Melora laughed. “They
Are all complaining about their leaders
Not being good enough for what they
Want to have…”

Again Astopheles simply shook his
Head as he sat at his desk staring
At the Skull of Divination before him.
“The always complain about their
Leaders not being good enough…When,
When are they good enough? They
Always have to blame some ONE
For all their problems…The problems
Were always there…is this new? A
Leader changes and suddenly he is
Solely responsible for all the mess…
If the leaders change tomorrow…then
It’s their fault…and again all the
Blame and excuses shift…Martyrs
Suddenly appear everywhere…They haven’t
Even given this ne a chance…They
Were ready to attack before it began…
Why then should we listen?”

Melora politely smiled, demure and
Kind as always. “They still want counsel…
The people are screaming…The leaders
Cannot appease them…Even the Temples
Of every religion are overflowing with
Worshippers cryi9ngn injustice…hatred…
Rage…No one can remember such
A time…They are calling it, the Last
Days…”

“Of course it’s awful.” Astopheles grew
Angry. “The more people there are, the
More complaints there are, the more
They want…Each voice wants to push
The other out of the way.”

Just then Jarenth, The Scarlett
Shamanness and Xan entered Astopheles
Chamber very frustrated and impatient.
The tall blond Jarenth stepped forward
First, growing angry. “There are citizens
At the Gates of the House threatening
To riot. You should hear the names
They are calling us. What is wrong
With them?”

“There is suffering and there is greed
Everywhere.” The dark skinned and
Beautiful Scarlett Shamanness attested.
“What do you expect? There are
Extremes of luxury and poverty…is
There sense in that?”

“This has been building for ages.” Xan,
A tall, tanned skinned elder said, with
Long dark hair, he very much resembled
A Native American. “Something definitely
Does not feel right…This is no
Immediate descent into madness, it was
Planned a long time ago.”

“Perhaps all civilizations are tested
This way. “Astopheles pondered staring
At the Crystal Skull on his desk intently.
He laughed., “They want justice? Tell
Them to account for their actions…
The abuse they set upon themselves,
The children their peers…The lust,
The laziness…The bloodsports they
Delight in watching…The greed they
Chase…The blatant acceptance of
Misconduct to pursue what they want…
What of Nature…and the world
Around them? What of the great
Herds of beasts that roamed the
World that they slaughtered simply
Because they were in the way?
Does life hold no value? Tell them
To replace what they have taken…
Tell them to learn to care for what
They have taken for granted…Then
I will listen…”

“Not all are so awful…” Melora
Told him. “There are those that do
Love Nature.”

“They are a minority…True, they are
There, but still a minority.” Astopheles
Agreed. “I can think of very few.”

“There is a man building a great Ark,”
Jarenth then said., “He is the talk
Of the streets and taverns…He claims
To have been visited by some mysterious
Visitors…who told him to build a vessel
To save the animals from some catastrophe.”

“Oh?” Astopheles asked with sudden
Interest. “I have not sensed this, why?”

“It is true.” Melora nodded with the
Others.

“That is very interesting.” Astopheles
Said still staring keenly at the Crystal
Skull. “I will explore that further…
That intensely catches my ears…
There is something there I have never
Noticed before.” He leaned forward
Staring further into m the Crystal Skull
For answers. “This is truly an age
Out of control…And age without
Reason, desperate for blame…And
No one is listening, yet so many are
Shouting…why is that? There is NO
ONE person to blame…but there is a
World to blame…And voices From the Stars
Are calling …And Nature is Frothing to
Break Free…I think Nature should
Choose who to listen to…As would the
Heavens…So this Never Happens again…
Let the Skulls choose…And set Destiny Forth…”

Valiant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=83686

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…ATLANTIS…

*song* “What to Do” by Alias
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Cv3Fdm1smw&list=RD3Cv3Fdm1smw&index=1

Time and time again…the more time passes,
The more things change
The more they stay then same.
No Fortune Teller, no mystic can challenge this…
But perhaps a miracle can.

When destiny has played its course
A thousand times over, the stars align
To chance reality with a gift…
For those brave enough to chase it…
The will Forges manifestation…
For some it’s stronger than others,
For those that sit and wait…more
Waiting comes…But for those that
Chase a dream…it’s very different…
In the end, One champions all others…

“And here we will write and impart
The next story,” Varence said, as
He leaned forward with an imposing
Serious look. “It is not fiction, nor
Fantasy, only what must be told.
Spare and ignore the fool that calls
It made up…They never pay attention
To anything, however they do provide
Good…distraction.”

“Oh how wonderful.” Ceres groaned with
Her eyes down as she studied her fingernails
With boredom.” He’s going to tell it…I
Thought we agreed only brief discussion?
A brief interaction?” She asked turning
To him.

“You, they agreed.” Varence smiled. “I
Only listened.”

She rolled her eyes., “Of course.” She
Turned to me. “Just write down…The
Idiot speaks…Run…Beckon another…
You won’t like this…There’s nothing
Indulgent…Only a grim, primitive tale.”

“Thank you, Ceres.” Varence moaned,
Staring upward., “Thank you, once again.”

“I would not dare to interfere with your
Reasons,” She went on.

He grinned. “Let us begin then…” He
Pointed fast to the Notebook… “Now…
This will have to be told carefully,
In increments…1,000 years ago…
1017…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…
1117…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…
1217…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…
1317…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…
1417…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…but also of course, ships
Sailed the open seas…lands were
Charted…
1517…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…a new world, or
Rather…land…was colonized…of note.
1617…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…and ships of course…
1717…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…”
He paused to turn to Ceres… “Do you
See a pattern here?” He nodded…
“1817…The world was moved by the horse
And cart…Freedom emancipated
A continent…hmm…And soon
Technology offered engineering…
Changes…Trains, mechanics also
Began moving the world…
1917…The world was moved by the horse,
The cart, the train, the automobiles,
And flying machines…planes, as you
Call them…That is quite a sudden
Guided leap, wouldn’t you say?
And within that century rapid
Jumps would propel it further, faster…
Particularly after 1930 and 1940…
Interesting…Machines suddenly
Leapt forward and forged a new world…
There were marvels at every turn
In your timetable…Consider
The Hour Glass of this…1,000 years
Before…2,000 years before…3,000
Years before…The horse…The
Machine…which moved the world
Longer? What role did the human
Race play in this?
2017…What moves the world?
I will not point this out…it’s obvious.
Again, consider The Hour Glass
And how quickly things have
Moved…What happens when such
things move so fast…Too fast?”

“I would think…they crash.” Ceres
Interrupted.

Varence smirked and turned to her.
“I thought I was to speak and solely
To tell the story.”

“You think many things.” She smiled.
“Please, continue…Oberon.”

His continuing smirk said it all, that
Name…He squinted and raised his
Hand. “Don’t write that please…”
He studied the moving pen… “Never mind.
And now, to continue…”

“My point here is this…To convey this
Story properly one must consider
The events of time…The horse and
Cart…for how long did history
Move? Simple measures…and
Yet philosophy and science were
Barely more than theories…Stories
Told history…and wealthy scholars
Recorded their perceptions of things…

And with the more scholars you have,
The more stories you have…ideas, notions
Mixed with facts and opinions…
Is there truth there? Yes, of course…
But more so, a lot of opinions…a lot
Of ideas…The Truth becomes…a riddle
To be deciphered by a keen
Mind…logically? Somewhat…
Intuition always guides the mind
Whether they know it or not…Fact.

In your time, the greatest minds…
The greatest scholars, the greatest
Scientists and the youngest minds…
Frequently say the same phrase…
I never thought of that before…
Scary, isn’t it?

Now for something different.” Varence
Turned and withdrew that small pocket
Device of his, pointed it at the far
Wall to illuminate the view screen
And bring an image to life., “Do you
See this? Watch.”

The view screen displayed The Earth…
A view from space…Blue, green,
White…gray brown…Cloud formations
Over land and water. A familiar sight.
Then the view moved in closer past
The clouds…A continent became
Clear…That looked familiar, but…

“Yes, that’s the one.” He nodded. “A
Long time ago to you…For us a little
Less…The coast lines have changed,
But overall, it’s much the same…
Do you see it…Don’t name it…its
Name then was known as another,
ATLANTIS…

Now carefully examine how the
Surface appears…Never mind, I will
I will describe it for you…Does it appear
Natural, no…The land is quite
Intricately and widely…carved. Why
Even the mountains around the world
Are etched, carved…some even manmade.
Rivers were shaped…walled, channeled.
Even the great seas and oceans
Were manipulated…There were walls
And towers gilded everywhere…Why
There were even great walls and fences
That encircled the world, whole cities…
Continents…There was quite a lot
Of separation…Why would they do
That…Why would anyone do such
A thing…to nature?

The human race on many worlds
Has a long history of taming nature,
Of shaping it the way THEY want.

Tame and shape the wilds…
The forests, the trees…
Guide and wall the seas, rivers, oceans…
Tame and shape and recreate
All living things…The animals…
Even…people.
Create Create…let us make and
Reshape things as we see fit…We
Are the masters of things…
We will tame and shape nature
As we see fit…to accommodate our
Needs…and it will move as we
Want it to…And we will create
Things in our image…To build
The Life we want…our way…
How we choose…For we, know best.
Does any of this sound familiar?

And how does nature feel about that?
Considering an entire earlier
Advanced civilization was erased
Beyond most shreds of evidence…
I would say nature wasn’t at all
Happy with the arrogance of an
Advanced civilization…

Does that sound familiar at all?

Yes, I am making a lot of points here…
Before we get to the story…so you
Will understand why. There were a lot
Of things that have been observed over
Time…here, there, everywhere…Not
Just Earth…some things are very
Consistent with human nature…and
It is very obvious if you only stand
Back and see the big picture of it
All.”

Varence pointed to the view screen, waving
His hand around to point to places
And things only he knew…His
Expression said a lot, but he was
Too intense to read. Ceres was very
Fascinated and impressed however…

“I am telling you this…To prepare
You to understand upcoming stories,
There is no cryptic riddle to it…if
Anyone wonders…Remember, ask
Them why is there an ‘R’ in Christopher?”
He smiled at Ceres. “Perhaps I
Should have asked why are letters
Shaped the way they are…Their
Entire concept of reading will
Collapse. Too much analysis…

Onward…Back and Back we go…
Into the past, into the lost days…
What tales and epics have been
Lost over time…troubles, victories,
Love stories you never knew…
If they were unknown, did they
Matter? Because scholars and poets
Wrote them down, they mattered
More? Cheating time with fools
And incomplete ideas…with opinions
By the privileged few who could
Hold a pen? He sighed. “Some
Things never change anywhere!”

“In the last days of these civilizations
The people were not primitive at all…
The world was colonized by the
Adams and the Eves…remember
That story? They were nothing
More than lost souls looking for
Answers, building dreams…pursuing
Freedom and ideas and beliefs…
And above all EVERYONE had
Their own ideas, their own beliefs
And wanted it their way…Is it
Any different anywhere anytime?
The only thing that differs is the technology
To make it happen.

The true test of being human is
What they do with technology…THAT
Is how you judge a civilization…
Are they fair and just? How do
They treat nature? Are they over
Indulgent? Do they work to pursue
Their dreams and beliefs or do they
Want it all handed to them?”

He turned and gave a wicked smile.
“Give them all the technology they
Can handle fast…over a few
Generations and watch what happens…
Boom Boom Boom…

All of these lost ancient kingdoms
Possessed splendor…And each pursued
Their own beliefs…and each abused
Nature BADLY…They used each other…
They pursued indulgence and called
It Freedom…They wanted, wanted,
Wanted and had, had, had…

They separated and then cried prejudice…
They were wanton with pleasures
And called it Love and peace, but what
It was an amoral mess…
They wanted what they could not
Have, so they made it…how logical.
And when things didn’t go as they
Wanted, they threw tantrums
Because they could not cope, so they
Did this over and over again…I
Believe a common phrase was: if it
Doesn’t affect me…why should I
Care? So few put efforts into
Things if they don’t seem immediate
Results…some things take time…
Quality takes time…as do important
Things…

But there were some that saw these
Did not work, they were corrupt. So
They tried to change things…To put
Morals back, virtue where there
Was none…by placing more suitable
Rulers in power to be fair…But
Then people fought the changes, they
Only embraced the old ways…To
Put rules and virtue into chaos? Who
Wants that? They screamed, they
Shouted…They showed their true
Nature well…They attacked the
Very people who were trying to
Help them, crying injustice…crying
Me me me…

When the world is crying they want
It their way, that they want to
Manifest their own reality…what
You have is a chaotic mess…
Reason never listens to tantrums.
It never has…The Higher Powers
Hear the quiet voices…they always
Have…When the Calm Quiet
Ones are being attacked…when
The more reasonable ones are saying
No one is listening to me…That
Is when it’s time to listen…Do you
Think we care when someone
Screams in a fit of rage? Well,
That depends on who it is.” He
Laughed, amused at the image.

“But everyone wants to pursue
Their dreams…To find their place.
What’s wrong with that?” I asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Varence
Said. “But there’s effort that has
To be made, chances taken…Each
Day is a step to build a staircase
To get somewhere…If one step took
You where you wanted that fast…
Everyone would have everything all
The time…Consider this…Money
Or wealth should not be the challenge,
Effort to what you become should
Be…The best things take time…

Consider this, please, before the story
Continues…You can only push nature
So far before it pushes back…
When Atlantis fell…Everyone wanted
It their way…with no effort…and
No one saw anything wrong with that.”

Valiant

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