Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 16FEB2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (16 February 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…the Sandman…The Gift…Part 5…

Guided by the stars there was only one
Road to follow…The voice of a mysterious
Messenger whispered, ‘The bravest can
Walk alone…For in the end you are always
Alone.’

1557 Nuremberg, Germany

That year was to be a turning point
In several secret ways for a handful to
Inspire another and another and so on.

For months an unlikely friendship had
Transformed two lives, one courageous and
Bold, and one shy; the strong and the broken,
Pairs best suited for each other it seems. Two
Rural village farm boys sought change. Heinztel,
The popular handsome young man seeking a
Bigger life…and his quiet friend Jon who he
Wanted to shape and impress. But Jon was
Reluctant, held back by a strict upbringing.
‘You’ve been nagging me for months about the
City,’ Jon only told him. ‘I keep telling you I have
A bad feeling about it. That story about Peter—’

‘That was Peter,’ Heinztel would only say,
‘That’s not you or me. You have to chase
Something, you have to—to live. I am going to
Make you my personal project, wait and see.
I am going to show you the world! And how
Great it is! Come with me, I just know it will
Be even greater then…’

‘But I told you—’ Jon tried to say.

‘Yeah yeah I know you feel things,’
Heinztel told him. ‘But you can’t feel
And predict everything, you think too much.
I can’t live that way. Look at me, we have
Fun, right? You have to let go once in a
While and make things happen.’

He was right about that, Jon couldn’t
Argue. For the first time someone had
Made him really laugh and have fun,
That was true. And he did want to change
And become better. It took a while, but
Eventually Jon agreed….mostly because
Of that desperate sense of losing a friend,
Of Heinztel leaving and him being alone;
That was more motivating than anything
Else.

That summer, once the cooler spring snows
And rains had passed and the weather was
Warm enough…the feeling was strong enough
To compel both the chance to breakaway.
And one night beneath a full moon they
Secretly left their family’s homes and began
The journey by foot to Nuremberg.

Dressed in their modest country clothes
They travelled hunting paths through woods
Crude dirt roads made by wagons for ages.
They camped in fields by streams, a huge
Adventure for small village boys. The first
Night alone was ambitious and wild, an
Exhilaration filled them that only grew by
The hour. Suddenly chasing a dream seemed
Huge and promising. But the best part was
The company…that was priceless. Heinztel
Was so determined, he had an endless fuel
To make Jon laugh, and that made things
Much easier.

‘You look better all the time.’ Heinz said
With a bigger smile, proud of his influence
On his friend. Unlike the other boys he knew,
Which competed on everything without end;
That had grown so tiring and irritating real
Fast. ‘You really do. I bet one day you make
Me jealous!’

‘I doubt that.’ Jon laughed really hard.
‘Right now, I’m just grateful…and scared.’

‘I know.’ Heinz told him as they lay on
Their blankets by the fire one night.
‘Believe it or not, I am too. But it will
Get easier, I know it will…it has too.’

“You do make me believe in things.’
Jon grinned looking at the stars.

Heinztel only watched his friend with
Fascination. ‘You have to tell me more
About your dreams some time. I like
Your stories. Where do you get them
From…Who tells them to you?’

‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told
You.’ Jon only said.

‘No, I would.’ Heinz simply replied.
He held his words and thoughts
More often now and just watched Jon
Watch the stars. There was more
Going on then either of them knew.

A star streaked slowly across the sky,
And Heinztel pointed to it quickly. ‘Hey,
Look at that!’ Then another moved
Above slowly after that. ‘Did you see
That?’

Jon only quietly nodded and watched.
Something was going on up there…
He knew that much. Beyond words,
Beyond faith…or maybe some fantastic
Mixture of both. Then in his dreams
That night there were whispers…as if
He were over-hearing the conversations
Of people that he could not see; yet
Mysteriously familiar. A man’s voice
Said…’There are things you can not
Undo for a journey that has to be taken.’
The words were haunting and never
Left his mind…When he heard them
That is.

It was dawn when the two of them
Reached the outskirts of the city…
They had arrived earlier than expected,
A pleasant surprise. They were so
Overjoyed that they set up a small
Breakfast near a river with a bridge,
Then decided to wash up fast to start
The day. Heinztel pulled off his shirt,
Then yanked off Jon’s and playfully
Shoved him in the river laughing.

‘Lord Dear God, I could freeze to death!’
Jon yelled at the icy water. ‘I pray I
Am clean now, it’s too cold!’

‘Ah, it’s good for you!’ Heinztel cried
With joy. ‘It makes you feel alive!’

‘I do feel alive now.’ Jon laughed.

‘See, it’s good to be alive!’ Heinz
Said raising his arms to cheer. ‘This is
A great start…to be cold and alive!’

Some passersby stopped to gawk at
Them, but Heinztel just grinned and
Stood and flexed and enjoyed it…while
Jon stepped back more timidly to the
Side; he was still so shy. This made
Heinztel laugh even harder, he had
Some secret understanding about this,
How people liked to watch but wouldn’t
Admit it. ‘You really are too funny, you
Make me laugh.’ He simply grinned and
Told Jon.

They got dressed and took their few
Belongings in bundles over their
Shoulders and then made their way
Towards the city. It was an eyeful for
Them both…. Unlike the village they knew
Of rural farms spread far apart of
Modest construction crafted by hard-
Working hands, the city was a dense
Cluster of homes built very closely
Together full of shops and street
Merchants and peddlers. The people
Were polite but seemed distracted by
Whatever tasks their minds were set
On. And here the people were so
Different than they had ever seen before.
There were all kinds, very diverse in size
And shape and even skin color sometimes
As well. And they wore all manner of
Clothes here! From practical and simple,
Like their own…to much more color and
Ornate and refined, in styles they had
Never seen before. This was a place of
Diversity and variety, and the fashion
Made that very clear.

The homes and buildings varied also
With architecture made so well they
Seemed ageless, made by hard labor
And brilliant minds. And this showed
Even in the carriages and wagons of
How people travelled. The design of the
Wheel was changing, this was a place
Where things changed—progress.
Heinztel marveled at everything. But for
Jon it was so impressive It was
overwhelming. His eyes took in
everything and beyond. But what
struck him first was this small flock
of birds they passed as they entered
the denser city streets. It was some kind
of small dove, like he had seen in
the meadows back home. They were
everywhere parading and strutting about.
The flock that caught his eye were chasing
This one little bird slightly different
Looking then the rest then the rest. They
Chased it and dove at it, flapped their
Wings and pecked at it to get it away from
The rest, ganging up on it viciously…
Until they pecked at it to death. It was
Awful to see amid this grand first
Sight of the city, a powerful first
Impression.

Moving along the boys continued to
Take it all in, Nuremberg. For Heinztel
It was big and bold, opportunity. But
For Jon it became clear the city was
More about the people than anything
Else.

The city was a place to get as far away
From nature as possible. A habitat to
Focus on the human plight, to build
Upon industry and civilization. A place
Where beautiful things were collected,
Worn…boxed, contained and put on
Display—presented for use, indulgence
And entertainment. It seemed mostly
For the wealthy and less for the
Commoner. A majority gathered here
For this, the labor to meet the demand
Or create it. There was a great deal
Of variety, but the theme was more
More more.

The rich got richer here, but all were
Patrons of some kind. The best being
For the elite of its society. Everyone
Was striving to be the best or have
The most, to be recognized. An endless
Cycle became clear, yes, the city life
Made a very powerful impression.

The two friends did their share of gawking
With lots of enthusiastic
Grins. ‘Look at this! Look at that!’ They
Said to each other about everything. It
Was hard not to be distracted.

By noon they sat by a street peddler,
Indulging themselves with what few
Coins they had on some city delicacies…
Pastries of course! The food set out
Here was even was even more tempting
Than anything else! So, they bought and
Ate the finest cake they had ever seen
Before in their life and ate like it was
The meal of their lives.

After lunch, Heinztel became more
Serious…He was older, so he had to
Be more determined. And they did have
To consider where to start and what
They would do that night and so on
After that. ‘Excuse me, sir,’ Heinztel
Asked the peddler, ‘Is there a place here
Where people perform and entertain?
I have heard of these places.’

‘You mean a theater?’ The old man
Answered as he giggled watching
Them finish their cake. ‘Oh yes,
You can find one up the street and
To the right if you walk a while.
You will find all kinds of things there
To entertain you.’

Jon noticed that the man’s giggling
Seemed oddly mixed. ‘Should we go
There so fast?’ He asked Heinz.

‘Yes, why not?’ Heinz said to him as
He stood tall and proud fearlessly.
‘Come on now, think big.’

Jon nodded and reluctantly gave in.
Heinz had inspired him this far,
He couldn’t stop now.

They followed the peddler’s
Instructions and came upon a district
That was rather…even more eye-
Opening than the rest of the city.
There was even more diversity here
In the people, dressed in ways that
Were unimaginable to small village
Boys. There were men and women
Brightly dressed and painted, adorned
With jewels…showing themselves
Off like they had no shame. Some
Were half-dressed, and some were so
Covered that it made no sense at all.
There was absolutely no reason to it.
It was all color, parade, show it…
Speak it, I’m here…SEE me, HEAR me.
They held little back.

This took Heinztel a bit by surprise, his
Bravery was matched by characters
They were not intimidated by anything.
If you were to say or do something,
Then it better be worth-while.

And here there were women and men
That hung about on everyone.
Desires too were unleashed…to what
End?

As they wandered about with a slowly
Shrinking enthusiasm, a mildly
Handsome olive-skinned man whop
Appeared about 30, spotted the two boys
And came up top them fast. “Ah, you
Two are new here…It’s quite clear.”
He smiled so slyly with an intense
Presence that it engulfed them. “What
Are your interests? Are you here
For the Arts? The pleasure? Or
Some work of some kind?
I have a keen eye for things,
And waste no time…If there is
Something I see…Well,” The
Man said holding his hand to his
Chest of a bright scarlet shirt
Opened wide and down, “I believe
In wasting no time.”

Heinz grinned, such friendly people!
“yes sir, I wish to be a great
Performer one day in the city. How
Do men go about this?”

The man beamed wide, all smiles and
Cheer. “A performer! Oh, how wonderful!
You know I spot talent fast…and
I could do so much for two boys like
You…SO MUCH! And I wouldn’t
Waste your time at all. I am
Marcel, and everyone knows me here.
I am the fairest, the kindest and
The most trusted man in the city!”
“If not the most hungry.” A
Brightly painted beautiful blond girl
Cried out from behind him, dressed
Like a gypsy girl showing herself
Brazen yet with charm.

“I’m Heinztel,” Heinz said as he
Patted his friend beside him closely,
“And this is Jon, he is an artist!”

“An artist, you say!” Marcel grinned,
“How perfect! You know I manage a
Lot in the district and we are always
In need of a young…handsome artist.
They make business so much better
For us all. Yes, I could do A LOT
For you, a lot for both of you!
We are friends, let’s be friends! Let’s
Help each other out, okay?”

“That sounds great!” Heinz grinned as
He turned to Jon’ “You see, I told you
It wouldn’t be so bad.”

Jon looked at his friend, then
Marcel…then the sights about
Them. The characters, the clothes,
The colors…The NOISE. His
Suspicions had to grow, but he had
Never been around such loud, friendly,
Direct people before. He nodded
For his friend, but kept silent for
Himself.

“You will find you meet all sorts of
People here!” Marcel told them as he
Outstretched his arms to embrace them.
“Come with me, I will protect you.”

Coiling words that would haunt Jon,
But Heinztel embraced everything very
Quickly. Marcel introduced the boys
Around to his most proud friends and
Associatively, vehemently establishing their
Presence and his possession of them.
He took them in for supper that night
And lavished them with attention and
Treats that put the boys in awe…a
Careful seduction of the senses and
Trust. What small village boys could
Resist that. Then he set them up
In a cottage beside his, he kept them
Very close…to watch them, to win
Them over…to shape them.

Marcel accustomed them to city life
For weeks making them comfortable
To settle them in. He trained Heinz
To prepare him for theatre shows, a
Handsome young man, or girl, could
Win favor fast. And urged Jon to
Draw, and then paint…to get to know the
Boys as much as possible.

Heinztel was ambitious, eager to rise fast…
He was easy to read. But his quiet
Friend Jon was quiet and much more
Difficult to trust, but kindness motivated
Marcel with charm. The boy had talent,
As good as any he had seen…and he used
It well.

“Your work is beautiful,” Marcel would
Say. “I could do a lot with this…
But you must be careful in business,
Do not draw this or that…do it this
Way…People want beauty they can
Obtain and possess, they do not want
Something that makes them feel bad.”
He would laugh and instruct carefully.
“It’s bad for business to make people
Feel bad or think too much. So only
Draw nice things, scenery, flowers…
Be careful how you draw people.”

Familiar words to Jon, careful…only
Nice things…Not too much of this or
That. Obey.

In time, he set Jon’s work up to sell, then
Found he had requests for portraits…
The wealthy and successful did love
Their portraits…the first selfie!
At once it became clear, Jon had
Better depict patrons as fantastic as
Possible. As one notable man of the
District told him fiercely, “Make me
Look like a fiend and I will have
Your fingers broken boy!

The public made a powerful impression
Fast. Patrons came in for artwork
And it became quickly stressful and
Demanding. The women wanted to
Be princesses and posed like one, and
When successful declared, “Oh you
Have captured me so well,
That’s me! You’re in love with me, you see
Me!”

But when Jon tried to say you asked
Me to do this, they became insulted
And indignant and called him a brat.

And there were some men like this too,
Who loved having their portraits made…
Flamboyant men of the district…He
Was trying to make them smile and
Cheer them up, please them with a
Good job…but they mistook it for
Infatuation and love. And when he
Tried to explain the reaction never
Went well. Aristocrats, businessmen,
Ladies, it varied…with portraits
Many had different intentions.

This confused Marcel at first, but
Intrigued him as well. He and Jon
Learned fast, as did some higher
Eyes and ears…what hid beneath
The masks. The requests would come
In for portraits and frequently the
Reactions were the same, not all
But a lot. The safest things to do
In art proved to be scenic, livestock,
Flowers and food…things like that.
Portraits could be dangerous to do in
Those days for an artist.

“Patrons have certain tastes.” He told
Jon quietly. “I have learned that over
The years. You would do well to be
Very careful in speaking. But if you
Want favor, or to survive…Nod a lot…
But be as ignorant as possible, or
One day, your life will end very
Short.”

Jon nodded to Marcel, he was
Trained to obey. But he always
Watched and listened carefully. At
Night he would retreat to peaceful
Quiet – away from people. Only
Heinz and a few friends in the
District did he put faith in talking
To. Trust was still a hard thing to
Come by for him, good trust takes
Time. Fortunately, the ones who cared
Gave sensible advice when needed,
But the best ones gave comfort with
Laughter.

Heinz and Jon still always kept close
As friends and confidants, that didn’t
Change. For ages it had been that way…
A friendship about growing, exploring
And learning things; for Jon anyway.
Heinz would always say, “I love this
Life…no pressure, no expectations
With marriage. I can take my
Time and become what I want.”
He was so happy. And for Jon
It was a time of liberation as well
As happiness and laughter he never
Knew.

But the days were long with work,
And the endless demands of the
Public. The city was sure full of
Stories and needs, constant characters
And the ever clear reality of status.

On one weekend, late in the summer
The boys went out like they had
Before, to play and swim in the
River. It was something they had done on a
Regular basis for exercise, to stay fit
As Heinz insisted. It was important
To Heinz, his appearance. And he had
Instilled this in Jon as well. “Trust me
On this.” Heinz always said, “It will
Help you in life in many ways to
Do this. It’s important.”

And Heinz enjoyed the attention they
Brought to the river, people would
Stop to watch and stare at the
Young people in the river. He would
Show a bit, harmlessly, half
Dressed…in the hopes of winning
Favorable attention with his work.
But for Jon, it was just play.

When the river began to clear of
Children and others at play…less
People watched. Only a few girls and
A collection of men, very well dressed,
Remained to watch Heinz and Jon.
Then one of the men came down,
As the others remained above watching.
They dismissed the girls to leave the
Area bare and quiet. This man,
Unknown to them was in fact a
Notable businessman and aristocrat
Of the district; a very private man.

“Heinztel? That is you boy, yes?”
The tall silver haired man dressed
In regal black garments asked as
He stood proud by the river’s edge.

“Yes, Sir!” Heinz answered coming over
To the shore. “Can I help you?”

“We’re having a private party tonight,”
The man said, “And my friends and
I would like some special guests.
Would you attend?”

“Well, yes.” Heinz agreed, assuming it
Was good for work, to make contacts.

“Good.” The man looked at Jon with
Keen interest. “Who is your friend? I
Have not seen him before.”

“This is Jon.” Heinz smiled eagerly.
“He will come too if you like.”

“Yes, I would like that very much.”
The man grinned at the boys.

Jon said nothing. Heinz led the
Decisions and he allowed it. But
The feeling stirring inside his gut
Was uncertain…For some reason
He sensed a dark turn was coming.
He couldn’t quite understand why
But a shadow was there. Yes, the
City and all of its inhabitants made
A powerful impression all the time.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=116844

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 9FEB2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (9 February 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is the view from my office window this week.

Why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to plaster a 30-floor tall medieval-knight-type guy with a sword and Bud-Light robes onto an office building 3 blocks from the action is beyond me.

I didn’t know anyone played football with a sword… sure doesn’t sound like a good idea.

I suppose it might hook the video-gamers who don’t go in for Madden…?

Or capture our imaginations, trying to tie football to the crusades…?

In any case, it’s an apt expression of how the city feels to me right now: heavy, dark, maddened.

The buzz of helicopters. The screeches and howls of sirens. The thump of sub-woofers.

Folks just trying to get to work and do their jobs.

And excited Europeans who think this display is worth stopping to take a photo. With the wife in the foreground, smiling.

Welcome to America…

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 4…

The Sandman, through the ages
In dreams it comes. When
Names repeat things happen,
Then it becomes more than
A dream, signs come…Then
History repeats itself…again.

Stars would move with furious
Fascination across the skies. Eyes
Will call them many things…truths and lies.
Eyes above and below.
Nature would fall out of control, or was
It revenge…
A path was set in motion long ago.
They saw it then…to know it now.

1556 Nuremberg, Germany…

‘A world full of talking boxes!’ Grandpa
Laughed loudly. ‘Oh yes, Jon, I remember
That dream of yours of the future!
That the world would be full of
Such things, what a joke! Little
Boxes they hold in their hands and
Talk to machines that run the world!
That is ridiculous!’

And the family sat around the table
Laughing so hard as Jon sat humbly
With his sister Freda regretting
The words. ‘But I saw it.’

‘Sure, you did. Sure, you did.’ Grandpa
Laughed. ‘And I suppose people will
Sit around all day attached to these
Boxes doing nothing else? What
Nonsense! Who would believe that?’

‘Who would cook and prepare, or grow
All the food?’ Grandma laughed. ‘What a life
That would be! To have everything done for them!’

‘Well, I don’t know,’ Mama said, ‘To
Have something that cooked the food,
Or washed the dishes and washed the
Clothes would be so nice…What more
Could anyone ask for? It sounds amazing.’

‘Nonsense.’ His father said. ‘It would never happen,
It makes no sense. What would people become?
It sounds as if someone has too much time on their
Hands for dreaming, eh?’ He nodded at Jon. ‘Talking
Boxes. Moving pictures. Where do you get these
Ideas from?’

‘And I suppose those talking boxes
Would do all the thinking for them?’
Grandpa laughed. ‘Then who is really the
Masters of the world then…The people or
These machines? Why would they invent
Such things? It sounds like chaos waiting to
Happen. Some future.’

‘To make things easier, Papa.’ Mama said to
Them. ‘The wonders to explore…’

‘Then there is no reason not to have
A world of Peace.’ Grandpa said firmly. ‘So
Tell me, Jon…Did you see a world of Peace
In the future that you saw?’

Jon said nothing, he just sat quietly…
Again, regretting all his words and sharing.

‘Well?’ Grandpa asked, insisted.

‘But maybe one day…’ Jon finally answered.

‘But maybe one day?’ Grandpa laughed.
‘Nonsense! Then the future would be chaos
If they can’t find Peace with all that convenience…
Then we should trade places with these people
Of the future…So they see how real people live
Instead of some make believe future filled with
Machines. Mark my words…if that is the future,
It will be chaos…’

‘I think someone needs to spend more time
Chopping the wood, and cleaning out pens…
Chores! We are getting old, your grandmother
Is sick…your sister is fragile…Sons are supposed
To do the work, this the way of things. You need
More work to do young man. Look at you…
You’re getting too round from all those dumplings
And sausage and cookies. More work!
You can rest when you are older. Now go and stack
More would for the stove…tomorrow
You can take the goats out to pasture after
You clean out the barn. And make sure no
Wolves get them! The does will be birthing soon,
I won’t lose any this year, we cannot afford
It…Now go and do as I told you then get
To bed, you have a long day tomorrow.

Jon followed his father’s orders, then
Fell into bed and fell asleep fast…
Nightmares chasing him…Always the
Same, of glowing red eyes watching
Him, stalking him…Of strange faces
Of people he didn’t know. All the while
Above in the night sky…the stars moved
In strange shapes and flashing colors.
Some noticed and saw as they peeked out
Their windows late at night, wondering what
They were…but most were too busy, or
Dismissed the strange lights…it made them
Too nervous to think on such things.

The next day, Jon did as he was told doing
All his chores quietly while the rest
Of the family did theirs. There
Was a lot of time spent alone on farms then, far
Too much to do. And families weren’t just
Families then, they were you’re reluctant
Peers and friends, you had to get along.

He 16 by this time, and had grown too round
Like his father said, finding comfort in food.
But no one really saw, aside from Sunday’s at
Church where neighbors gathered with their
Children. He was so quiet and shy, he never
Talked to them…he never understood how at
Church people talked so much; it all seemed for
Show. How the children laughed so much.
He didn’t understand the socializing and
Smiling; so many didn’t really care inside.
Were they bored or just passing the time?

Afternoon came and Jon found time
To rest their herd of goats in the far meadow
By the river. He took out his bread and
Sausage and sat beneath a towering old
Fir tree to let his mind wander…Just
Another day, it didn’t matter what day of
The week it was they were all the same.

It wasn’t long before he heard the sounds
Of laughter coming from somewhere
Up the river; his ears were sharper than most.
Boys were playing and yelling, splashing
Having fun. He stayed perfectly still listening
Waiting for them to settle down and go home,
He tended to avoid people that way. Minutes
Passed until their sounds faded then he heard
Them call out some farewells to each other
Then nothing. A silence followed, though
Jon lingered on the last sounds…it felt
Incomplete.

More quiet moments…sounds of the birds,
The river running, water against rocks and
The shore…the goats chewing on grass.
Then there was some clumsy crash nearby,
Falling on the tree beside him in the brush.
Someone had been watching him.

A boy leapt out from behind the tree to
His right, dressed in a loose white shirt
And tan pants…half wet. ‘Well Hello
There little man!’ It was that tall blond boy
From church, the big strong son of that
Farmer up the river that raised the cows
And sheep. He had 3 sons everyone
Admired, big strong boys that all the
Parents and the children fawned over;
It was a bit overwhelming how they fussed
So.

Jon jumped to his feet in panic, but said
Nothing he only gasped.

‘No, no, no I didn’t mean to scare you.’
The boy said holding out his hands with
A smile. ‘I was just watching you. I
Only wanted to say hello. I heard the
Goats and wanted to see who was here,
That’s all.’

Jon said nothing, just watched.
The boy was built like a statue
He had seen once in the village as men
Were delivering it to some rich place
In the city.

‘Can’t you talk?’ The boy asked
Confused. ‘I’ve seen you at church,
You never talk to anyone.’

‘Hello,’ Jon said.

‘Just Hello?’ The boy smiled as
He took a step closer, he had never
Met anyone so quiet. ‘I’m Heinztel,
My father is Danut Bruder…we have the
Farm over—’

‘I know who you are.’ Jon said.

‘Oh, you can talk.’ Heinztel laughed.
‘Well that’s good to know. My friends
And I have seen you at church. You
Are so quiet…How come you never
Talk?’

‘You saw me?’ Jon thought he was
Invisible. ‘Why?’

‘Why?’ Heinztel was confused. ‘Of
Course I saw you, people see each
Other you know.’

‘Oh, alright.’ Jon had no idea what to
Say, but it made sense.

Heinztel just kept smiling and looked
Around then looked at Jon and then
Sat down calmly beside him. “What
Are you eating?’

‘Sausage and bread.’ Jon answered. He
Was not accustomed to company or
Talking; or anyone so friendly.

Heinztel wiped back his wet hair and
Then his face with his sleeve. ‘I’m so
Wet, I was swimming.’

“I heard you.’ Jon only said.

‘So how come you never talk?’
Heinztel asked.

‘Nothing to say.’ Jon answered. A pause.
‘You’re hungry, you want some bread?’

‘Yeah,’ Heinztel grinned. ‘I am hungry.
How did you know that?’

‘You keep staring at the bread.’ Jon said.
He gave Heinztel some and they ate
Quietly.

‘You need to talk more.’ Heinztel said.
‘People would like that.’

‘Why?’ Jon asked. ‘My family would
Rather me not talk at all.’

‘Why?’ Heinztel asked.

‘They just would.’ Jon answered.

‘You would look a lot better too if you
Relaxed a little more, opened up a
Bit. The other kids would talk to you
More.’

‘I would look better? They would?’
Jon was confused at his words. ‘Why?’

‘Don’t you want to?’ Heinztel asked.

‘I don’t know, it would mean more
Talking.’ Jon said. ‘People sure talk
A lot. But I don’t think they know
What they’re saying…they just talk
To talk.’

Heinztel laughed so loud. ‘So true!’
He shook his head. ‘Well you notice
Things. I never heard it put that way…
So simple.’

‘It’s hard not to notice that, people
Like to talk a lot.’ Jon answered.

‘You know, I like you. How about
We be friends?’ Heinztel said kindly.
‘Maybe I could get to know you
Better.’

‘OK.’ Jon agreed, but was surprised by
This.

‘Just call me Heinz, like my friends
Do…only my parents call me Heinztel,
It makes me feel small and dumb.’

‘I can understand that.’ Jon said.
‘My name is Johannes, but my
Family calls me Jon…They must have
Gotten tired of calling me Johannes or
Were bored with it.’

Heinz laughed. ‘You’re funny too. I like
That. Everyone says I’m funny too,
A performer…That’s what I want to be
Someday, a performer in the cities
And entertain lots of people. I want
To get out of here…do something
Different than this. Don’t you?’

‘I don’t know. There’s more than
Enough people here.’ Jon said. ‘A quiet
Simple life seems much nicer. I would
Like to be stronger though…more like
You. I think my family would like
That better.’

‘But what do you like, what about you?’
Heinz asked. ‘Who cares what they
Think, people worry too much about that.’

‘Who cares?’ Jon was confused. ‘The way
People talk and act, they seem to care
A lot.’

Heinz held his breath then laughed. ‘True.
Alright, you have me there. But still
You have to get past that. You don’t
Want people who judge you constantly
Around you, do you? Be yourself and
Be with others you can be yourself with.’

Jon’s eyes widened. He had never heard
Such reasoning before, “True. I really
Like that. Are you sure you’re not
A philosopher?’

Heinz laughed. ‘The Philosopher Farm
Boy. No. See that’s why you need to
Talk more…meet other people.’

‘OK.’ Jon nodded with a slight smile,
This was new but good.

Heinz just went on and on to get Jon
Talking, but he really was friendly
About it. Small talk at first, then
Ideas…He found that Jon could draw
And had other talents, unusual intuitive
Talents unlike he had ever seen; which
Intrigued him. It was plain and
Direct communication…something others
Missed from a far.

This became their friendship, every week
They would meet on weekends at the same
Tree by the river…to talk and sit and
Share stories. For Jon the world opened up,
And for Heinz, he got to know someone
Unlike he ever met. He helped Jon get
Stronger, and Jon shared more…it was
A good influence for them both. But
Then Heinz kept wanting to talk more
And more, he introduced him to the
Other boys…but always kept Jon aside
Special, like best friends or brothers; Heinz
Was 2 years older.

Months passed this way…and over time
Jon changed in many ways, even
Physically he transformed and became
Stronger like Heinz, as they swam and
Played and Heinz showed him habits
He learned from his family about eating
And standing and behaving; it was
Sort of Heinz project, a successful one.

And Heinz became more introspective like
Jon, quite a thinker. Jon’s talents inspired
Him, but his intuition fascinated him;
Heinz was just fearless that way. It was
A strange friendship at first that his other
Friends teased him about, but then
Became jealous of. Until eventually he
Just started spending all of his time
With Jon.

By the following summer Jon was 17
And Heinz 19…They were sitting by
The river eating lunch on their usual
Saturday when the other boys came
Around to go swimming nearby, they
Were men now and some of them had
Started to get married. The attitudes
Among them were changing to more adult
Goals.

‘So are you going to get married like Peter
And the others?’ Jon asked.

‘Not here I’m not.’ Heinz simply said.
‘Why?’ Jon asked.

‘Because I want to get out of here.
I just don’t want this life here.’ Heinz said,

‘You still planning to go to the city?’
Jon asked cautiously. The idea of
Bigger places made him nervous.

‘Yeah.’ Heinz sighed with a smile. ‘Come
With me? It will be fun, you’ll see.
You could draw or do anything you
Want there…be something new.’

‘I don’t know. More people?’ Jon asked.

‘You have to get out of here.’ Heinz said.
‘Get away from those bruises you always
Have. You think I didn’t notice that?’

‘You did?’ Jon asked. ‘It’s normal to have
That…now and then.’

‘Now and then?’ Heinz laughed. ‘If I had
That I would have run away a long time
Ago.’

‘Frank and Peter have bruises all the time.’

‘Frank and Peter throw logs at
Each other. And Peter is a klutz.’
Heinz laughed and nodded.

‘I know what you are saying.’ Jon said.
‘But I am telling you something bad is
In the city. I can feel it…I can see
The shadows there waiting.’

‘So, stay away from them.’

‘Shadows do not know Heinz’s philosophy
Of taking chances to pursue greater things.’
Jon laughed. ‘Shadows see something good
And want to run it, that is what they do.’

Heinz laughed. ‘Ok Ok…let me put it
This way, let me tell you a story.’

‘Oh, this will be good, I can tell,’ Jon said.
‘You have that look on your face…like
I am going to get you to do something
Whether I like it or not.’
‘Yeah Yeah, just listen.’ Heinz went on.
‘Do you remember that boy last year,
His family had the farms with the goats
And sheep and pigs? Erik was his name.
He was tall, big shoulders…Not Henri,
The one with the dark hair…the
Other one with light hair…He used to dive off
The top of the bridge?’

‘Yeah Yeah I remember,’ Jon nodded
As he paused to think. ‘He
Went to the city…then came back and – ‘

Heinz nodded, ‘He hung himself. That’s
Right.’

‘And this is your story to get me to
Go to the city?’ Jon’s eyes widened in
Shock.

‘It was not the city that killed him,’
Heinz explained. It was the people here
And the criticism…first they built him up,
Then they tore him down. They called him
Stuck up…he wasn’t at all. Do this
Do that…the endless harassment and
Judgement. He came back…something
Happened to him…The way they treated him…
It was awful. To watch someone slowly
Break under that…And then they all
Bowed their heads and said how sad…
Like they had no part. I can’t look at
Them now. That’s why I have to get out
Of here. I wish I would have known
What to do. Understand?’

‘That’s awful.’ Jon said looking down.

‘Am I any different than he was?’
Heinz wondered, then looked solemnly at
His friend. ‘The hatred, the jealousy I saw
In people…I swear you make me think
And notice things. I need to be stronger.’

Jon laughed. ‘You don’t need me to think,
You think fine already.’

‘But why did he come back?’ Heinz asked.
‘What did he see, what happened there?
You see things…what do you think
it was?’

Jon thought carefully, careful words. ‘Something
Terrible. I think it’s everywhere.’

There was a strange light that shot across
The clear blue sky above them. ‘Look at
That!’ Heinz pointed. ‘It’s a sign see.
Come on, let’s have an adventure, come
With me.’

Jon thought long and hard. That light
Was more than he wanted to know.
‘Something terrible is there.’

There would be more stars moving in the
Sky that night. They were always
There, hovering or moving…whether anyone
Saw them or not.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=116414

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 2FEB2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (2 February 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock, Knock… The Sandman… The Gift… Part 3

The Sandman, In dreams through the
Light of day and darkness of night
The Stories come. Mysteries and riddles
To hide and surface with the sands of
Time for the picture that comes at the
End.

1540, Nuremberg, Germany…in a small
Farming village outside of the city…The
Winter had been cold and quiet, then the
Snows came in late January and they

Brought heavy drifts and winds. Bitter
Temperatures fell upon the country-side,
Freezing into February. In the modest
Home of Helmut Gregor, a family
Anxiously awaited the birth of
Their first born. After a long agonizing
Night of labor, Helmut’s young wife
Anna finally delivered a baby boy. A
Healthy round-faced hopeful new life
They named Johannes.

Everyone was excited for what would
Hopefully be the beginning of a large
Family, a legacy to build a farm with.
Anna’s older parents had already moved
In with the couple as tough times forced
Them to abandon their own farm since
Their eldest son Karl had moved farther
East to build a life on his own and
Their other children had died in strange
Accidents before they could marry.
Families, then, were a key source of survival,
As the young cared for the old and the strongest
Were the providers.

Expectations were very high with Johannes,
Whom they called Jon for short. It
As the rules of birth for the men to be
The workers, the builders, the farmers, the
Everything a family needed. And while he was
Just a baby, more would be planned, no doubt.
Little Jon had very high standards to meet
Being the first born. Unfortunately, as he
Grew…it became clear that Jon was more
Awkward than robust. As a toddler, he was
Fine…but by the age of 4, he
Proved to be clumsy and timid, and
Had problems talking. This only grew
Worse over time…his slurred speech
And wobbly feet roved to be a
Serious disappointment.

Helmut was a tall, very strong, hardy
Proud man, well known for working hard.
Among his peers and the local villagers, he
Often held the nickname, “Stone”, because
He could be a very abrasive man. The sight
Of having such a possible feeble son beside
Him made him frown constantly and walk
Away from the boy.

Anna’s parents were even more harsh. Her
Father Otto, had been well known for his
Crudeness as well – he was an unhappy man,
And worked his children hard on their farm. Her
Mother, Mila, was also a harsh woman. She
Had been beautiful when she was young, but a
Hard working life as a farmer’s life had made
Her more of an iron maiden than a blissful
Home-maker. They were very opinionated
And came across cold too often, hard lives
Had a way of doing that to people. Hope
And dreams become lost in a field of survival
And reality…But that was the nature of
The age.

“Poor Helmut,” Otto would say, “To have such
A son…He must have hoped for more. Oh well,
The boy’s only your first child…you can always
Try again.”

And Anna would sigh, she had been beaten
Down her whole life by her parents; they had
Always expected more from her too. But she
Didn’t care, Jon was her baby and she loved
Him regardless, as any mother would. But she
Was so shy, she kept quiet and rarely spoke
Up for herself; it was an age of absolute
Obedience in families then…families always
Came first.

Mila, her mother, was a bit kinder but still harsh.
“Your next son will be stronger. Helmut is such
A strong man – he is sure to produce a good son.”

There were no arguments, only gentle
Defense. You never talked back to your parents
Then. It was always, “Yes Papa, Yes Mama.”
Love was conditional with approval of
Actions and displays of worth. At least
In this family, it was regimented…but there
Were always rumors of other kind and
Loving families; that was a dream, of course.

But the more little Jon kept talking, the
Stranger the words came out of his mouth.
He would mumble things about things he
Saw that no one else did. And talked about
Dreams he had…that came true. And he
Also began scribbling images in the dirt for
No reason…designs that made no sense,
Which his mother and grandmother noticed
Mostly as they were primarily alone with him.

“Anna,” her mother would whisper even though
They were alone, “You have to make Jon stop
Doling this. If anyone sees?! He says
Things before they happen, my mother
And her mother were like this. It’s a
Family curse. It’s against God! Make
Him stop doing it.”

But Anna was fascinated by it and only
Quietly questioned it. “What’s wrong with it?
It’s not hurting anyone. He’s just a little
Boy, he can’t help it.”

“Make him stop, Anna.” Her mother only
Said.” It isn’t right, it’s against God to be
This way. It’s bad for him…if anyone sees,
I’m afraid for him.” Then Mila would take
Little Jon aside and tell him, “Now Jon
You have to stop drawing pictures like that
Or God won’t love you, God doesn’t like these
Things, they’re evil. And I can’t love you
If you make God angry…Don’t you want
Grandma to love you? You have to stop drawing
Pictures like that…Draw a fish, or a bear
Or a nice horse, draw animals. Do not draw
Pictures like that or God will be very angry
At you.”

This terrified little Jon, and he would
Cry. “Yes, Grandma, OK. I won’t
Draw those pictures, only animals.” But
That only scared him to draw anything
At all.

But still little Jon couldn’t help talking or
Dreaming…and he kept saying strange things.
“How did you know that the cow would
Give no milk or that the neighbors
Were coming over to ask for butter Jon?”
His mother would ask. And he
Would answer, “I just know.”

The women kept hiding this from the men. “Make
Him stop, Anna. Make him stop saying things
Like that. People will notice.”

“I can’t Mama, I don’t know how.” Jon
Would say.

Then his Grandmother would take him aside
And tell him strictly, “Jon, you have
To stop saying things like that. Or God
Will be very angry with you. And if God
Is angry with you, I will be very angry
With you too and I can’t love you
Anymore. Don’t you want Grandma to
Love you, Jon? You have to stop saying
These things.”

“Yes, Grandma, OK.” Little Jon would say
Terrified. “But how?”

“Just don’t talk at all.” His grandmother
Would tell him. “If you can’t say nice
Things then don’t talk at all. Say only
Nice things or don’t talk at all.”

Then Jon would nod. Yes, ok Grandma, only
Nice things.”

This sort of programming went on for
Months…until one Christmas Eve, when
Jon was 5 years old…there were the
Sounds of bells and a shimmering light
Appeared by his bed while he slept
And this beautiful woman appeared dressed
In white; a robe like uniform…And
She greeted him kindly and smiled with
A warmth unlike he ever knew. She
Was so kind and strong…it was the most
Amazing thing he had ever seen!

This woman bathed in this magical light
Said she had come to visit him, to be
His friend, to help him. That was all he
Needed to know…and to believe, to always
Believe no matter what. And somehow, he
Knew that would always be true…but
It also frightened him down deep inside too.
Then she was gone…but the memory
ALWAYS stayed kindly in his mind.

Of course, little Jon was eager to share this
With his family. It was such a nice thing,
It couldn’t be bad to do…So he told them
The next morning…But it was Christmas,
So, they just laughed it off, saying “Oh, that’s nice…
What a nice story.” A safe thing to say, finally.

But as time went on, Jon still had
To be very careful talking and what to do.
No drawing, no making mistakes. They
Were constantly correcting him on how
To walk straight, how to stand…how
Not to be so clumsy. He was an idiot
mostly, because only idiots make mistakes
And can’t talk right; especially at 5
Years old.

Months kept passing and still he
Couldn’t walk right or talk right. His
Father became so impatient that he began
Whipping him every time he made a mistake.
If he walked wrong, stood wrong, knocked
Something over, his father said it was on
Purpose. “You are too old for making mistakes,
You have to learn…”

With each mistake came punishment and
The lecture and the whippings…” You were
Put on this world to be strong. Now learn.
You will learn to take a beating because
That’s what men are for…life is hard,
Deal with it. If you cry, I will hit
You harder, life will hit you harder…
If you move, I will hit you harder,
Life will hit you harder. You will take
Your beatings quietly and you will not make
A move. Do you understand?”

There was no option, deal with it. So, Jon
Learned to obey silently. This was obedience
In the old-world families.

And that was the life he knew, strict
Obedience, conditional love…everything was
About rules to follow. There was no choice,
As his grandmother would say. “This is the
Life God has intended for us, for you. Life
Is hard, life will always be hard.”

Soon then, Anna became pregnant again…
And there was much hope. Maybe a better
Child would come! But secretly, little Jon always
Remained the same…He had dreams
And visions and saw things, saw things
Before they happened. He kept it all to
Himself though. Keep it secret, or else
God and his grandmother would be angry.
Remember the conditions.

Once in a while, he would slip however,
And he would see the stars that moved
In the night sky; everyone did. And he
Would see things he could not understand; shadows
Moved, and whispers…Strange shapes in
The skies…He would ask his grandmother,
“What are those stars that move?”

“That is God’s way of telling us he is
Up there watching us. He moves the stars
Around to let us know he is there.”
Grandma would say.

But little Jon knew they were something
More. Something he could not understand yet.
He said nothing. It was safer not to.

That summer, after Jon turned 6, he
Was playing by the meadow with some toys
His grandfather carved for him. He was still
Very clumsy, but was always trying
So hard to walk straight and talk right…
He wanted desperately to be like the other
Kids he had seen at church who never
Talked to him, that could run and
Jump and play so free. He had seen
The way the other boys climbed trees and
Hung from their legs upside down, so he
Had to try it.

He climbed up a thick leafy tree with a
Low bow nearby…crawled out on its
Limb and tried to imitate what he had
Seen the other boys do. But his knees
Were clumsy, and the branch too thick…
So, when he tried to hang, he slipped and
Fell and landed on his head with his
Mouth open and tongue sticking out…
And nearly bit his tongue off…

Dazed and confused, his mouth full of blood
And pouring down his neck and chest…he
Crawled, then scrambled back home…
Horrifying everyone. The sight of him
Frightened his family so, they panicked
“Call the healer!” His grandmother
Insisted. And they did…only to fret
And panic even more. What they
Found was unsure…most assumed the
Worst (it depends on the healer). “It
May have to come off,” The medical
Medic said. “I will have to see how
It heals.”

The family was scared and disappointed.
First, he couldn’t talk and then the boy
Would be mute. How tragic and awful’
Hopefully their second child would turn out
Much better. Again silently, keeping it
To himself, little Jon was terrified to death.
Maybe he was a cursed idiot after all. He
Didn’t know what to do but pray to God
For forgiveness and a miracle.

“See,” his grandparents would say, “This
Is what happens when you do not
Speak right and do stupid things. God is
Punishing you! Pray for forgiveness, and
Maybe if you are a good boy and try
Harder, God will let you talk again.”

Jon prayed and prayed, all that he ever
Did was pray and hope for a miracle.
Hope for better, to be better…to understand
Why this was life. He wasn’t allowed
To speak, and when he did, no one
Listened or understood. For weeks he
Kept his mouth completely shut…
The burden of eating was pure pain…
Only milk and eggs.
He could barely swallow – and even
That meant swallowing blood. There
Could be nothing savory or sweet or
Salty…that was AGONY…His eyes
Would roll and swell, thoughts pushed
From his head by a mouth that would
Not work. Silent pain. Cannot speak
Nor say a word…because the tongue
Might move and split back open…
It would heal and rip open over
And over again…Blinding pain, rolling
Pain to numbness and no thoughts.
Tears that came from nowhere,
And no choices. Don’t move the mouth,
Don’t speak, don’t talk, don’t slide
The tongue. Eat as little as possible,
And bite or chew sideways around the
Teeth, as far away from the tongue as possible.
Chew slowly, swallow fast…Drink
From the left or right and always
Lift your head to swallow. Hold the
Jaw still and keep the tongue still
Until it heals…bite a pillow or a
Cloth for stability when the jaw locks…
A six-year-old can learn fast…

No matter what, keep the mouth
Closed…because that’s when the monsters
Come out…at night when you can’t
Scream. When the ghosts and shadow
People in the walls grin as if they were
Waiting when Jon could absolutely make
No sound at all…They could do anything
When you can’t make a sound.

Prayers became panic that cried out
Silently as the weeks went on…
That brought the mysterious
Christmas visitor back…

And when she appeared with concern,
Somehow, she had heard…The shock on her
Face. “What a world of IDIOTS!” She
Said to some person out of view.
“What savage! I want to take him with us.
This world is going to destroy him!”

“No, they will never allow it.” A mysterious
Man’s voice said. “No, this is his place…
He has something to do here.”

“This is cruel, this will ruin him.” The
Blond woman in the circle of light said.
“How can you agree to this?”

“Agree?” The man said. “This is not my rule,
I made no rules here. We came to see,
To point a direction. That is all!”

“This is unbelievable.” She said with
Painful fear and worry for the little boy
She barely knew; yet somehow, she knew
His life so well. “How can these things
Happen? How many are there like this?
This is awful.”

“Their history is an agonizing mess of
Struggles and untold stories.” The man
Hidden out of view said sadly. “It is
A miracle they survived, progressed at all.
Just wait until they find an age of
Science and technology. It will be worse.”

“I can’t stand this.” The woman said near
Tears, watching the little boy sensing the
Torrid of emotions locked inside him.
“All that potential destroyed…and they
Don’t see it.”

“And yet you heard him, found him.” The
Man said with praise. “He has a gift that
Reaches far. Admirable.”

“We should take him. I want to take
Him.” She said. “There is nothing
For him here. He thinks he’s an idiot.
Unbelievable. We can’t let that happen.”

Little Jon shivered, listening to them talk,
They spoke a strange tongue…yet the
Voices of theirs in his head made perfect
Sense…A telepathic connection.

Then there was a silent, or rather more
Secret exchange among the strange visitors…
No sense of threat, just decisions. Moments
Of haze within a light, and then a vibration.
The room changed to that of a very sterile-like
Environment. They had taken Jon to
Their vessel, to some sort of private
Room – living quarters, where he lay on
A bed comfortably…calmly sedate just
Listening and watching.

It was there more of those tall handsome
Looking blond strangers appeared…examining
Him, recording data on him…and then
Using odd looking instruments to help
Repair his tongue quickly.

The woman comforted Jon and began
Sharing brief stories of who she was
And who they were…She introduced herself
As a Godmother to him, a friend to
Help him…She told him strongly
And kindly that he was not stupid at
All, just different and misunderstood.
“Unfortunately, people have a way of
Attacking things they don’t understand…
It happens everywhere…And these people,
Her people, try to help that where
And when they can. “You need to
Believe that Jon. You need to believe
Others will try to break that in you.
Don’t let them. Just ignore and get away
From them…But unfortunately there
Are other no-Physical Forces out there,
BAD ones that will want to hurt and
Use that…and be drawn to it.” And
She explained to his mind without words…
Of these entities that were attacking
Him…and how they use others to do this.
You have to try and fight that, you
Have to.”

Then she and her people showed him
Things around their ship…all manners
Of strange things…rooms with pictures
That moved and strange writings he
Didn’t understand. Views of the universe,
And planets and how they moved. And
A view of how his world appeared
From far away. He was spellbound.

And they told him about the future, of
A world in the future in peril, in
Change…and of a distant future where
All things were so much better and
Fantastic and how one day it would
All make sense…They kept talking about
The future…

It was a lot for a 6-year-old to grasp.
Yet somehow it made sense…their sincerity
Made it so. He did believe them.

Then the woman told him that she
Had to take him home, that he would
Be better now. And that they had
Done something to help make the entities
Stop attacking him, that he needed to
Forget…to forget and not talk about
It to be better…And to keep all that
He had been shown and told a secret,
For his safety. Because people would
Never understand what happened, what
Might happen.

In a flash, it was all gone and he was
Awake laying in his bed at home. It
Was gone. Was it a dream? But then he
Felt his mouth and tongue move, there was
No pain…He ran to the kitchen where his
Mother was preparing breakfast and his
Father and grandparents sat waiting for the
Mel and making plans for the day.

“Mama, Mama!” Jon shouted, rather normally…
Too normally… “I had the strangest
Dream!” He was so excited that it
Shocked everyone. And he had been
So silent for so long since he had bitten
His tongue to see if it would heal, their
Eyes bulged. His speech had improved a lot.

Anna held her son with a smile. “It’s so
Nice to hear you speak! Calm down now,
Calm down.”

Jon went on to tell his family about his
Dream and the strange visitors, of how
They had fixed his tongue – and fixed him
So better. He even stood taller, walked
Straighter, it was very clear. But the
Dream he described was just…unbelievable,
And while they were happy to hear him
Speak and look better…no matter what
They saw or heard, they just dismissed
It as his imagination. He had simply
Recovered with rest, that was all.

Jon kept repeating the story so often that
Over time it began to irritate his
Father and grandfather – while his mother
And grandmother knew there was
More there, they were afraid to see
It or acknowledge it. To silence him
Finally, his father gave him a whipping
And ordered him to stop making up
Stories. He rather preferred the boy be quiet.
“Stop talking, stop telling stories…Nothing
Happened boy, nothing. No one need to
Hear this.”

So, Jon went silent, and tried to say nice
Things like his grandmother said…and
Prayed and prayed for it all to go away.

Valiant.

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 26JAN2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (26 January 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 19JAN2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (19 January 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 12JAN2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (12 January 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

STC, all grown up!

It’s my birthday today, and we’re celebrating by going add-free on Spirit Train Chronicles!

I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, and the pop-ups on my phone this morning pulled the trigger.

I will probably add a “donate” button soon, and if I can find the time to sort thru how to run affiliate ads, I may go for that as well. I think the cost of maintaining STC is now about $64/year, which ain’t bad, but if anyone cares to pitch in a dollar or two, it’ll be greatly appreciated and totally unexpected. 😀

We’ll deal with those details later. For now, enjoy cleaner browsing!

With lots of love and wishes for a super 2019 going out to all,

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift… (Part 2) …

Nuremberg, Germany…1539…

Signs would always be delivered, often
If not always in the most unlikely
Of places…By the Stars, in faith and
Hope, and in dreams. Fortune Finds the
Brave this way…when they’re not looking,
But need to.

The visit with Anna, the shy small
Village girl would be brief with
The gypsy woman, Raya. But not without
Imparting a powerful message for them
Both. Raya knew this immediately, but
For Anna it was only a silly visit with
A mystic and a glimmer of hope for the
Baby that she wanted.

Anna left to find Marta, still crying
By the woods, she was desperate for a fortune.
Raya went to appease the girl and did
Offer some words to chase. It was enough
To appease Marta, then both girls quietly
Returned home…to leave Raya
Staring at the same spot between
The trees where she had met the
Mysterious stranger the night before.
She gazed up at the moon to
Admire it, it wasn’t red tonight
Though…but the stars twinkled brightly
Around it. Her mind was crazed with
Visions.

After as while, her husband Baja
And daughter Mira came to find her
Standing and staring at the night sky.
“Did you find husbands for the village
Girls?” Her daughter asked with half
Interest.

“Did they give you coins?” Her husband
Asked. “I need a new pipe, Corsa’s
Son broke it earlier, the little – “

“They gave no coin.” Raya said fast. “I
Did not want their money.” She just
Kept staring at the sky.

“What?” Her husband snapped. “Why
Not? They came for free? You
Entertained them for nothing.”

“I have my reasons.” Raya said.

“Foolish ones.” Baja growled. “We need to
Live too. Do we own a palace I can’t see?”

“Mother, did you really?” Mira rolled her
Eyes in disbelief.” They have eyes, can they
Not see…”

“Look!” Raya nodded once to the sky…a
Star was slowly moving near the moon.
Then all three of them were staring.

“The moon is offering coins tonight?” Baja
Said sarcastically.

“There is more meaning here. So much has
Happened in such small things.” Raya said
In almost a trance.

“Tell me no riddles here,” Baja laughed
“I see only a star sliding a bit.”

“But why does it move?” Mira asked
With interest, but no ideas. “What is
That?”

Raya nodded. “A visitor.” She told them
Nothing but managed to keep them silent
And spellbound with her gaze. Life had
Grown so much bigger, so fast. That tall
Pale stranger…his words, that girl…
A baby. Confirmation before it ALL
Came!! Lots more to come, lots more.

And in her dreams that night, set in
Motion by gazing into her own crystals
And what her senses had seen and
Experienced in person; incomparable and
Priceless…She saw visions, broken
Glances into what would be…
Premonitions…She saw the sky full of flying
Shapes…spheres, cylinders and
Triangles…and black crescents on a
Blinding sun. Flying objects filling the
Sky, enormous? That had to be
Symbolic…there was nothing that she
Knew of that could fly in the sky
So high like that. Ships? That
Was impossible. No, it had to mean
Something else. But then that stranger
Appeared in her dream…pointing to
That morning star…Suddenly the sky
Seemed so heavy and overwhelming. There
Was A LOT out there.

She awoke in the morning anxious
Again. Nervous…that Feeling.
Then she saw 3 doves by the wagon…
3 of the men walked by…3 dogs
Barking. Things come in 3’s.
Birds in the sky…17…18…19.
A shiver to her skin as Mira rushed
Up to her.

“Mother,” her daughter said fast, “Something
Feels strange this morning.”

Raya nodded once with a wide stare.
“Yes, I know.”

Her husband eyed her fiercely from the
Fire pit where their families circled
Preparing the morning meal. Baja need not
Say a word, his eyes said it. He felt it too.

Slowly, the distant sound grew. Horses…
Then moments later they appeared, 7
Men in black robes, on well groomed
And prizely dressed steeds. They were
All tall and pale skinned, distinguished
Like princes but not of royal
Blood…Her senses told that they were an
Ensemble of men of different lands from
Some secret order, with armored chest
Plates that bore the symbol of a rose.

Baja led the men to confront the riders
As they brought their steeds to a comfortable
Halt outside of their circled wagons.
“May we help you noblemen?” Her
Husband politely said to the men.

The tallest in the center, on the white
Horse, a blond man with a beard and
Strict expression nodded; clearly the
Leader. “Where is the seer among
You?”

Mira turned to her mother nervously.
“King’s men?”

“These are no King’s men.” Raya whispered.
“They are something else.”

The tall blond man stepped down from his
Mount with no effort and walked immediately
Towards Raya. He knew instantly!

Mira touched her mother’s arm. “How did he
Know so fast?” She whispered.

“You are the seer Madam” The man asked.
He was so polite, yet strong. It was
A bit nerve-wracking, for most.

“Yes.” She nodded once humbly, then
Met his eyes equally. “Mind reader.”

The man grinned. The woman’s senses
Were fast. “You had a visitor to this
Camp, a stranger?”

“We had visitors…local villagers.” Raya
Smiled politely.

“Local villagers?” The man smiled, polite
Polite…everything was so polite. “That is
All?”

“Yes.” She answered. “Who else could
There be? We are but simple people, we
Travel, we entertain. What else would
Anyone want?”

Her husband and his cousin Simji
Came up quickly beside her for support.
“There is nothing strange here, Sir.”
Baja assured. “As my wife said, we
Are simple people.”

But the man held his determined stance
And stared deep into them. “There was
No…man different among them?”

“No.” Baja scowled. “No man came…
Just young people from the village
That came for fortunes…that is all.”

Th man’s eyes raised, his brow was
Sharp however. “There was no man at all
Among them?” He said with doubt to
Raya.

She did not blink or hesitate. “No.
There was no man among them.”

“Really?” The man pushed.

Baja did not like his tone. “Are you
Calling us liars?”

The man pinched his lips with a
Smile at her husband. “No.”

“Then what do you ask?” Baja said.

The man focused heavily at Raya, as
If his stance and robes could be more
Imposing. “And what did these young
People that you SAW ask of you?”

Raya grinned so politely it hurt. “Fortunes,
Sir…That is what I offer. Such
A small simple thing that is all I
Can do.”

“Fortunes?” The man blinked once. “Now
That is a gift Madam…You should
Be careful with your words.”

“With respect, yes, I must.” She told him.
“A gift one is born with…not like
Those of a mind reader which are learned
And have limits.”

The man paused briefly but clearly
Sensed her meaning and tone; she
Knew what he could do and not.
“It was only a stranger we were
Looking for…that is all.” He said to
Save his secret intentions; not so
Secret…he could have done that at a
Distance, he needed to get closer to
Sense more; a very hopeful intent.
“But if there was nothing odd here…”

As if she would tell. “No…there was
Nothing ODD.” She smiled. Still,
The fact that he and his company
Appeared said so much…even more
For what had happened. Confirmation.
For the eyes that see it…only guesses for
Others; Knock Knock.

“Well then,’ The tall noble looking man
Said kindly, “If there was no stranger…
Then we were mistaken…and there is
Nothing more for us here.”

“No, there is nothing more for you
Here.” Raya nodded to him, never
Losing strength to meet his eyes.

“Thank you, Madam.” The man said
With a smile. He turned to walk to
His horse then paused to turn back.
“The people of the land here…are
Not always fond of seers…if you do
Not tell them what they want to hear.”

“Yes, I have learned to be careful with
The way I says words. I know.” She said.
“Thank you.”

“But we,” The man said referring to
Himself and his companions, “Do not
Intend disrespect. It is a rare gift that
You have few possess…may you find peace
With it…And if I may offer some
Advice, do not stay with people long here.”

“Wise words. Thank you.” She said.

He smiled, then returned to his horse
And the men rode off together quietly.
Not a word was said until the riders
Were comfortably gone.

“What was that?!” Baja snarled.
“Threatening us!”

“They were not threatening us.” Raya
Told her husband. “They were only
Seeking answers their minds could
Not find silently. No matter what,
There are things you will never know
Unless you ask…or try to.”

“But there was no strange man last
Night!” Baja grumbled as more of their
Family gathered around. “Just young
People from the village.”

“No there was no strange man last night…”
Raya said, quietly remembering it was in
Fact the night before. The men got the
Time wrong.

“Then why ask? Why come here?”
Baja said confused.

She knew it was better not to tell her
Husband. Too much explanation and
Too many standing around…too many
Minds involved wasn’t necessary. “He
Must have confused things.” She smiled.

“They are paranoid here.” Baja grumbled
Again, as he led the others away
Back to the firepit to resume morning
Meal. “Now I am irritated and
Hungry.”

Her daughter stared off in the direction
Of the riders. “Evil men!” Mira
Hissed. “No woman would behave that way.”

“Oh no?” Raya laughed as she stroked
Her daughter’s arm to calm her. “Do all
Men not have mothers? Did they never
Know women as boys? Women made men…
Men make women…It is a cycle…Do not
Say they are evil men, Mira…We are
All connected, and separated. And there are
Balances to help each find their
Own way.”

“But those men,” Mira said shaking
Her head, “The way they came…
Asking…”

“You are looking at it wrong.” Raya
Said, taking her arm as she led
Her to join the others. “They came,
The men asked a question. So what?
There was nothing for them, I told
Them nothing.” She laughed, more for
Herself-she was good with words! “And
He was polite, respectful. And he even
Helped me a little.”

“Helped you? How?” Mira winced and
Laughed.

“He warned us not to stay too long here,”
She said, “That it would bring trouble here.”

“That was helpful?” Mira sneered.
“It seemed more a threat.”

“You must always be aware, always.”
Raya told her daughter. “These are
Trying times of struggle and
Stress…It is not as though everything
Is convenient. Who would blindly keep
A door open, unless they were inviting
In trouble…Besides, we have nothing to take.”

“Someone terribly alone or lazy.” Mira
Laughed. “Maybe they lived with
Corsa and hoped someone would carry
Him off in his sleep.”

They laughed together. “You see…now
That is better. Laugh at it. But stay
Aware. Know how to recognize good
Advice…It’s not as if he was shouting or
Cursing at us. Those men were noble
Men…Just n an ambitious path, a
Strict path. They will find what they
Need to…when it’s time, if the
Intentions are true and it is meant
For them.”

“But a strange man?” Mira asked,
Shaking her head, turning to her
Mother. “There was no strange man,
Not that I saw…was there?”

“Not that you saw.” Her mother
Let slip.

“Wait,” Mira saw the clue then, “What?”

Raya gestured for her daughter to be
Silent. “If it was meant for all it
Would happen for all…if it was meant
Just for me then I will discuss it
At the right time.”

“But those men knew something.” Mira said.

“Not everything.” Her mother said. “No one
Knows it all. Everyone has pieces…Well
Some, while others just look. These secret
Groups, societies, orders…whatever
You call them, have been around
For ages all over…hundreds of years,
Some thousands. They all have a
Knowledge…Or some big plan or
Sight…But I believe there are those
Out there,” She said looking up at
The sky, “Who know more…and can
See farther…Ahead, before…everywhere…
And that is something we struggle
To comprehend. You really can not
Just say that you woke up one
Morning and figured it all out…that
Would take a higher hand.”

Mira struggled to take in her Mothers
Words. “You are making my head hurt.”

“Hundreds of years, thousands!” Raya
Said to her daughter. “You are so young.”

But as they joined the group chattering
And eating the morning meal, Raya could
Not help but pause to linger with thoughts
Of the men. Yes, she knew of secret
Societies, but not all. This one was new
To her. And she knew like the wisest
They all have mystic practices and must
All consult and have their own seers.
But each seer is unique, with their own
Sight and window to look out at things…
There had to be one constant; that
Although different, all of these societies
Could see things coming…
Possibly far in advance, but how far?
Did they prepare this way…It was a
Lot to consider and mad her uneasy.

She knew the ways of fortune telling,
And there was one distinct fact most
Did not appreciate.
There are predictions, which are most
Like instinctive guesses…And then
There are premonitions. The big
Difference was, a premonition is NOT
Something you want to see…it’s
Something you can not control, and
Most often do NOT want to see…and
It comes true.
And it is often a VERY difficult thing to
Cope with.

“So, when are you going to see our
Wealth, my wife?” Baja teased her
With a loud laugh…something he
Constantly asked.

And she replied, “Whoever said a
Fortune is a good fortune? Or a premonition,
A reward? Maybe when I find the right
Company or place to be…Isn’t that why
We wander…husband?”

And the third day would pass slower,
That feeling did disappear. That
Strangeness was over, for now.
But that night, as they slept quietly,
Overhead, the stars were alive with
The unseen streaks of light of shooting stars
And strange triangular shapes among
Them. The night sky was becoming
More active now, it seemed. A silent beginning…
Apparently, maybe, the stars had seers too.

Apart, then hidden in an unlikely
Place…overlooked in the rural setting
Of the country. Another life was also
Moving forward, as a young shy village
Girl married a new young man that
Came to town, that the girls were flirting
With. A simple, unassuming young couple
That settled down near her family…
To begin a life quickly, with their
Own small farm and their 1st child
Conceived that May.

A charming first year would pass for
The young newlyweds. The months would
Roll by kindly because it was so hopeful
And new for them together. There was
Nothing strange to notice or be
Bothered by…there never is in a state
Of bliss.

But for other eyes in a world constantly
Challenging and full of struggle, there are
Always things to see…The seasons seemed
More stretched, off somehow…the animals
Were anxious near and far, as if they
Sensed something…out of touch, sight
And sound; secret. When the universe
Wants it kept a secret, not a hand
Or mind can move it otherwise.

That Fall, the leaves and colors
Were bright and intense beneath skies
Painting the same…For a Winter that
Came cold and fast…And heavy
Snow came with thick ice on trees
And homes and barns and fences
And things wood. Cold and wind…
The intensity of the season came hard
And stayed long…For a February baby
To be born to the young couple. Then
Things would start to change.

There was a lot coming.

Valiant.

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=114515

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR LESLEE !!!

Dear Leslee,

I hope I didn’t catch the wrong day for this precious day of your Birthday. Being so affected, even hit by these waves of the up-coming solar eclipse, I’m somehow faint and absent-minded. Trying looking for a decent cake for this PARTY, THE BIG ONE, however, I finally could only be CAUGHT by this one, for you are that ALICE who just dare to try, not only own that talent, connection, imagination, but can also reveal, represent thoses wonderlands with your magical hands into various kinds of forms of ART !!!

source :https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/394627986088572220/

https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/384354149431897142/

though this looks rather a SUMMER one……

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 5JAN2019

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (5 January 2019) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

A New Path

Please enjoy this guest post by author C.L. Roman! Cheri specializes in paranormal fiction, and here she shares about her experience with the Tarot.

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Welcome to the work of Guest Author C.L. Roman! Today she’s sharing an article about her experience with the Tarot.

A New Path

By C.L. Roman

I was sixteen the first time I saw a deck of Tarot cards. I had heard of them, and been intrigued by the concept. But my knowledge of the spiritual realm was strictly superstitious. I’d been taught that Tarot belonged in the occult category: highly suspect and deliciously naughty, but not something to be taken seriously.

No one taught me the history of Tarot, or worked with me to gain an understanding of the cards. My first deck was gifted to me with little instruction. I tried to learn them for a while, but over time, put them aside, then finally gave them away when the culture I lived in deemed them dangerous.

Fast forward twenty-five years to the recent past. Various circumstances…

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 29DEC2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (29 December 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Ceilidh
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…The Gift…Part 1…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?” Mira paused, staring at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you might.” He calmly
Answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will understand why.” Apollo
Said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will I…” She began to ask.

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

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

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

Raya nodded humbly. “So true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We will see. OK?” Raya told her.

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

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

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

“Marta!” Anna begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna smiled humbly and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it then, ask me?” Raya said.

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

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

Valiant.

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Invited to a healing session on the ship Blaze

I am Arachanaï

Ship Blaze – password Helix

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

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

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Refuge

Ben Naga

REFUGE

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

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

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

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