Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 2JUN2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (2 June 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Dark Gift…

‘Fairness is often lost to chance.’

Anonymous

Maybe long ago, in some lost beginning
Life was easier forging ahead for the
Simple needs of survival by instinct
And raw senses…when nature was closer
And there were less constructed concepts.
Simpler times!

But in a modern world of conveniences
There are more needs, more demands
And more free time. More time for
Wisdom and learning, more time for leisure
And indulgences…and more complications.
There is more hope and fear, more
Aspirations…and more shadows than ever
Before. Both backward and forward become
Infinite. There is darkness and light…
And a greater need to understand
Everything at once…And the balance
Is a tournament of opinions.

Experiences are vast…the wise accept this,
Learn from it…while the rest want to
Slap a label on it, categorize and move
On their way. A mainstream way; that
Is crumbling fast. The bravest change
The rules to survive.

2004…
In a dream, there was a boy, a young
Man named Jason. Just an average
Kid from Maine, from an average
Family in a classic small town. He
Had dreams and goals but didn’t know
How to pull them together. He was young,
And that’s Okay. There’s too much pressure
In a modern world to move ahead
So fast; peer pressure and family pressure
Can be overwhelming. He had some nice
Normal friends, and played some sports for
Fun more than anything; soccer. Girls
Liked him, and some boys too – it’s a modern
World. But by far, his character was
Pretty clean cut…and therefore too boring
For most.

One Friday Night…
When he started college, he was with
His friends at a pizza parlor in his
Town…where a small group of girls
That were there, hanging out for the
Night, took interest in him and his
Friends. A fairly typical story, there
Was laughing and light flirting…but
One of the girls apparently had more
Serious motives. There was talk of
The supernatural, ghost stories…stories
About Ouija boards and witchcraft. Maybe
It meant nothing, but some of the girls
Wore pendants, either pentagrams or
Amulets.

The girls were too loud, and kind of
Strange…So when the boys decided to
Leave…It became uncomfortable. One
Of the girls became more insistent
And spouted talk of an age of goddesses
And women power, and became very
Pushy. Finally, the boys left, but
Not before Jason noticed this one
Girl, Claire, giving him an evil eye
And hearing her chant strange
Words at him.

Jason became very nervous, but
Tried to blow it all off with his
Friends. All of his friends tried never
To take anything seriously. Perhaps
It meant nothing, or everything…
In a modern world, nothing is really
So simple anymore. So, he left.

That night Jason was restless and
Couldn’t fall asleep. While he tried to
Forget all aspects of the evening…He
Kept hearing odd chanting and felt
A chill. He fell into a strange sleep.
Shadows and whispers filled his head
In a dark fog that enfolded all around
Him. Again, he saw the girls from
The Pizza Parlor in his dream…
But they looked menacing and ugly.
And there was something with them,
But they couldn’t see it…A big
Black shadow in monstrous form…
With red eyes that glowed and
Watched him and burned into him.
Did the girls know what they
Were doing? Yes and no; it was
A game to them, more than
Anything.

But this thing with them was intense
And malevolent…fixating on him
With a stare that looked at him like
Food…then the girls vanished, and
This monster, that appeared to
Look like some big black wing-less
Gargoyle moved in on him in the
Black fog…Eyes burning into
Him, paralyzed him. He could not
Move. But inside he was terrified,
His heart beat like it would explode.
And its sinister raspy voice echoed
Through his ears, telling him…’You
Are mine, and shall serve me as I
Wish…You are nothing, and can not
Resist me…Now serve me, and
Feed me!’ All at once it pinned
Him and held him down, tore
Off his clothes, stripped him naked
And satisfied its cravings with him
With the delight of terror.

When he awoke in the morning,
He was numb and dizzy, his
Entire bedroom felt wrong and
Foreign, everything felt off.
He looked beside his bed and found
His torn t-shirt on the floor. “What the
Hell?”

His eyes felt foggy, his head heavy.
And he just sat there staring
Blindly at the wall trying to think of
Anything, but couldn’t. No words or
Thoughts could come to his mind.
Finally, somehow, he stood and went to
His mirror, staring at his own
Reflection like he had no idea who
It was. Then he felt the strange
Soreness on his back and half
Turned around…and his eyes bulged.
There were huge scratches and welts
On his back and strange skin
Burns down his legs. His heart beat
Fast as he remembered suddenly…
That dream, the Nightmare! That
THING! NO, NO, NO! It was a
Dream, that’s all! That’s impossible!
NO, that’s impossible!

He panicked, denied everything his mind
Told him, and tried to rationalize it anyway
That he could. No, no it couldn’t be real.
Things like that don’t happen…
That’s television and the movies…But
Then, where did all the stuff he saw and
Heard of on TV come from? Those girls
From the Pizza Parlor sure seemed
Serious about it…
But the more that time passed, and
The day went on, the worse he felt,
Physically and emotionally. He couldn’t
Talk about it, but flashes of the girls
And what happened in the night
Haunted him…and those scratches,
Those burns, he felt sick.

Finally, that night, he asked his
Friend and neighbor, Trevor, to come
To play some video games…But what
He really wanted to do was talk about
What happened Friday night.

Trevor came over and they hung out in
His room, in sweats and jeans, at his
Computer. And as he pretended to
Select some games to play, Jason turned
To his friend nervously to ask, “Do you
Remember those girls last night? Weren’t
They acting weird?”

“All chicks are weird in groups,” Trevor
Laughed. “It’s like a rule or something.”

Jason laughed. “Yeah, But what they
Kept talking about…Witchcraft, the
Supernatural?”

“Chicks do that.” Trevor laughed, drinking
His coffee. “They like the power thing.”

“Do you believe in that stuff?” Jason
Asked. “What do you think about it?”

“I don’t know, Dude.” Trevor answered.
‘It’s like Movie stuff…Like something
To do for Halloween I guess.”

Jason took a risk to tell his friend
About his dream last night, then he
Showed him the scratches on his back
And the burns on his legs. Trevor went
Pale and quiet. Suddenly everything
Was very serious. Trevor knew Jason
Didn’t lie or make up things; Jason
Was known for being kind of dull…and not
Very creative. Then Trevor looked intense.
“Dude, you are freaking me out…Not
Sure what to say…I’ve never heard
Of anything like this.” But there
Was something else Trevor knew that
He was holding back…

“So, what is it?” Jason asked. “What
Is this, a dream? I don’t know what
To think…It’s crazy. I feel sick
About this man. I don’t like it.” But
He watched Trevor’s face, it was like
Stone. “What, Dude you think I’m
Crazy, right?”

“Listen, I have to tell you something.”
Trevor said as he began to talk low
For some reason; even though no one could
Hear them. “This morning, my dad told
Me there was a bad accident just
Outside of town, late last night…Four
College girls were killed in a head-on
Collision near the railroad crossing. Dude,
It was those four girls from the Pizza
Parlor last night.”

Jason’s eyes bulged. “What?”

“You heard me.”

He became even more nervous. “So, what
Is it, what does that mean?” Jason
Asked. “This is weird. This is just
Too weird!” Jason stopped and turned
To him just as he was ready to pace
Around his room. “They burned to death,
Didn’t they? In a white car?”

“Dude, how did you know that?’
Trevor asked. “How did you – I was
Just going to say that…”

“I just knew.” Jason froze, too numb
To move. “I can see it in my head…
The accident. How? How could I?”

“Dude, chill out.” Trevor said nervous now.
“You are freaking me out.”

“What is this?” Jason asked, thinking
Out loud. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know Dude.” Trevor said. “Can
You…see…anything else?”

“Just their faces screaming.” Jason
Said overcome by the vision. “They
Were terrified, they couldn’t get out of the
Car.”

“Dude, stop! You’re freaking me out!”
Trevor said loud and wild-eyed; but
But also, kind of intrigued. “I don’t know,
I don’t know. Dude, this is weird!”

“How do you think I feel? I don’t know
What this is, what to think!” Jason
Said panicking, holding his head like it
Might fall off.

“Listen, just calm down alright.” Trevor
Told him, holding out his hand to steady
The mood. “Just…don’t think about it.
Let it go man…chill, take a deep
Breath…and let it go. It was a
Dream you had, that’s all…”

“Let it go? How can I?” Jason panted.
He pointed over his shoulder to his
Back. “You saw those scratches,
What did that? They’re huge! And
These weird burns, what…are they – “

“Dude, just shut up. Don’t think
About it.” Trevor blinked and shook
His head. “You probably messed up
Your back falling out of bed or
Something.”

“Fell out of bed, and tore my clothes
Off? What – come on!” Jason
Scowled. “How, on the carpet? This
Has to be something – “

“STOP IT!” Trevor told him. “Don’t
Think about it. It was a dream,
That’s it. We had a weird night, met
Some freaky weird girls. Shit
Happens. Now forget about it. This
Is too weird to talk or think about.
It’s nothing!”

Jason saw it was pointless to go on…
So, he gave in, and they played
Some video games quietly and the
Topic never came up again.

But it wasn’t over. In the following
Days things only grew worse. As the
Scratches and welts and burns
Healed and disappeared…he grew
More anxious, his dreams became more
Active and tormenting. And visions
Filled his head, premonitions that came
True immediately and days later. His
Ears were filled with whispers and
Echoes of voices…of people he knew
And saw and didn’t. And then
Words would come out of their mouths
After he heard them…Identical words,
And carefully altered or edited words
From everyone. He was hearing their
Thoughts! At times, he called them
Out on it, they immediately denied
It, but they watched him with
Such intense paranoia and carefully
Spoken words…something was
Clearly going on. He felt like he
Had been cursed.

His friends began to avoid him, especially
Trevor. And soon, he began attracting
Strange people into his life…people
He did not want to know. So, he
Learned to keep his mouth shut and
Avoided people. And he knew what
They were thinking anyway…which
Severely challenged his perceptions of
Who everyone really was.

He began turning to his computer to
Research online…the Supernatural,
Monsters, the Occult, premonitions…
Anything that could possibly find
Peace. In forums, he saw rumors
Of others researching, or asking about
Similar things. But they were always
Laughed at, dismissed or ridiculed…
Or analyzed by psychologists. It
Was odd how psychologists always
Lingered in those forums…they always
Quickly put down any questionable
Topic…like they were trained to do…
To maintain the status quo…and
Make people afraid to talk…A few
Even approached him to offer very
Private, in their home, counselling…
Very affectionately. Of course, he said NO.

Then one Wednesday night
His father came and told him
Something awful happened to his
Friend Trevor. His parents had called…
Trevor had been having some problems
Sleeping…something about strange
Nightmares…He had gone to the store
Late last night for something and
Was killed in a terrible car accident.
Jason hadn’t seen him in days…
Trevor was avoiding him…He was
Having nightmares about friends
Being in bad car accidents…but…
There had been so many accidents
That year…He panicked more
And more…

That night he had had it and reached
A breaking point, and as a last
Desperate resort, he did what he
Was most afraid to do then…go into
An online chat room and try to
Find someone to talk to. But how
To find one? The only one he could
Find, all anyone talked about was
TV shows…Vampires, The X Files…
It was very fragmented talk with
A lot of jokes mixed in. Not the
Right place for anything serious.
Then somehow, he selected an
Astrology chat room…maybe
There would be something there.

The conversation was light but promising.
And the chat names were outrageous…
Everyone was either Cosmic, a
Princess, or a fairy, or an elf…what
The hell? Soon he was bombarded
With private messages requesting
Age/sex/location? Do you have a
Picture? He was overwhelmed…was
It a dating chat room? The main
Room was very polite…but the private
Messages were ridiculous!

He tried to communicate in the main
Room but was politely ignored…However
The chatters continued to send private
Messages to flirt…Then he rethought
Whether he should have put ‘jock’ in
His profile…apparently, that intrigued
A lot of women and men privately…
A LOT.

And then…something different. A message
Came from a Cynthia 0140…

Cynthia 0140: Hello. Did you want to ask
Something?
Jason: I was looking for help with
A problem.
Cynthia 0140: What kind of problem?
Jason: You’re not going to ask me
a/s/l ? lol
Cynthia 0140: No, lol…Are you getting a
Lot of messages?
Jason: Yes, lol
Cynthia 0140: I’m sorry, lol. But that’s
Normal. There’s a lot of that online.
The inner beast comes out.
Jason: Can you help me?
Cynthia 0140: Maybe. What’s the problem?
Jason: Are you a psychic or
Astrologer? (His intuition was very suspicious)
(pause)
Cynthia 0140: Do you think so?
(pause)
Jason: Not sure
(pause)
Cynthia 0140: But you asked. Hmm.
Jason: I was just curious.
Cynthia 0140: What kind of problem do
you have Jason?
Jason: How did you know my name?
(his chat name was smalltown77)
Cynthia 0140: You know how.
Jason: But you asked about my
Problem…do you know?
Cynthia 0140: It doesn’t work like that Jason.
Ok, I have a databoard. Lol
Jason: What’s that?
Cynthia 0140: Nevermind, lol. Can I help
You?
Jason: I’ve been having these dreams
And visions after this happened to
Me a few weeks ago… (at this point
He recounted the story to her).
Cynthia 0140: Wow Jason!
Jason: I know. It’s crazy.
Cynthia 0140: No, it’s not.
Jason: (eagerly) Have you heard of this
Before?
Cynthia 0140: Rarely. But yes.
(pause)
Jason: So, what is it? Can I stop it?
Cynthia 0140: Why would you want to
do that Jason?
Jason: Huh?
Cynthia 0140: Maybe this could be a gift?
Jason: A gift? No! This is a curse!
Cynthia 0140: Now Jason.
…he began feeling very uneasy…
Jason: Do you know where I could
Find others to talk to about this?
Cynthia 0140: Hmm…
Jason: What?
Cynthia 0140: I’m sure they’re afraid to
Talk about it.
Jason: Yeah, I guess it’s crazy to
Talk about. But I would like to.
Cynthia 0140: You can talk to me
(he was very suspicious)
Jason: Well how can you help me?
Cynthia 0140: You shouldn’t tell anyone,
They will not understand.
Jason: Huh? But you just said…
(pause)
Jason: Are you really a girl?
Cynthia 0140: No.
Jason: Then why did you pick a girl’s name?
Cynthia 0140: Girls are easier to talk to.
(pause)
Cynthia 0140: You should turn off your
Computer and go to bed now, Sweetie.
We’re watching you. You’re so cute
Jason. Do you know that?
Jason: (nervously) Thanks.
Cynthia 0140: Goodnight.

Jason turned off the computer and
Went to bed and didn’t touch it
Again for a year.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=100228

THE “FALL” OF JAMES C.

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I’M RATHER PARTIAL TO DURAN DURAN MYSELF… 😉

 

CAN YOU CATCH THE WIND?

YOU STAND ALONE

AND YOU WILL FALL…

ALONE…

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY…

“THE BIGGER THEY ARE…THE HARDER THEY FALL.”

 

 

Using the Alinksy Rules for Radicals Against the Enemy

Ha,ha,ha! How you like US now???

Patriots for Truth

Long time readers may have noticed that we have been weaponizing Saul’s Rules for Radicals against the Swamp! 

Saul Alinsky – Avatar of the postmodern Left who laid out the tactics used by Killary and Obama

The organizer, he said, “must first rub raw the resentments of the people; fan the latent hostilities to the point of overt expression. He must search out controversy and issues, rather than avoid them, for unless there is controversy people are not concerned enough to act.”

Example: Betsy keeps bringing up military tribunals and public executions which are disturbing to some readers, especially those who know of their spiritual work. But this is the reality – these people committed treason, sedition, espionage, murder. A penalty for treason in the United States is death:

18 U.S. Code § 2381 – Treason

Another type of controversy that was played out to stir up the Q…

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Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Dreamer…

‘The Best way out is Always Through.’

***Robert Frost

A dream has no laws whatsoever; the biggest
Puzzle, the greatest truth.
No, No, No don’t say that, don’t think
This…that’s not what I want to hear.
Then something happens…so why didn’t
You tell me sooner? The reason always
Comes AFTER.
Never or sooner, which is it? Onward.

The visions of May…and March and April…
In dreams, the earth song of the weather…
More unstable each year
Regardless of what people say or believe. Onward.
The snows became rain and floods…
Nope, nope, everything is fine, they say…
The snow to rain, then rain to snow
And back again.
And all at once it’s spring.
That’s what I want to hear!
The grass is green, the trees have leaves,
There are flowers. A beautiful spring day.

Then suddenly a flash freeze, it means
Nothing. Onward.
Nature is alive again and continues
Its story in the spring, like it or not.
And back to the meadow…By night
The stars are alive and seem to move…
By day it put a picture in the meadow.
Symbols…Two shapes, circles merging
Over two lines…First Impression…
When worlds collide…It begins. Realities?

What does that mean? Don’t tell anyone
But me. Whatever. Onward.
It’s just a dream; dreams mean nothing.
The Song of Nature in May continues
The story…

In June…The outcry of a tragedy
Paralyzes with some widescale crisis in
The time before the Event, and only then.
National, International? It was on the news…
In the Northeast again?
And the weather is nuts as usual…
Just a TV screen in a dream,
It means nothing. Onward.

Watch June, if June is fine it doesn’t\
Happen that year…Because in that
Year, the stars seem alive all over…
Reports flood in across the globe.

And some internet searcher will say
Give me something new, Something useful…
More, more, give me more…give me, give me…
You’ll still be staring at the sky when
It happens, that’s the point. Then what?
Onward.

And in the summer months snow
Will fall earlier and earlier…on green
Grass and green leaves where it never has
Before…
And in that time a plague would
Come…New and mysterious, flu-like…
Intestinal issues…people covered with
Blisters…Camps, confinement…Monsters…

And the lights in the sky continue…
They’re searching and waiting…
And the snow would and will continue
Falling…The seasons out of tune…

Convictions fill the air waves and digital
Connections, no bridge made safe to pass
Without hearing the arguing which
Way to turn and how to think…

They will say it 10 different ways,
Just to argue for 10 hours…
A waste of time. Onward.
The smart ones, the right ones always
Know where to look…

And through the night and day,
In sleep and visions…the sounds of gears
Turning…Tick Tock…Onward…
What is it? What is it? They cry…
Don’t say that, it’s awful.
Tell me it’s Wonderful, only tell me
It’s Wonderful.
OK, it’s Wonderful.
Liar!

In a world of billions, pointing a finger
At few will solve it. OK. Next. Onward.

But, they say, they bought pink toilet paper
Or painted rainbows, spread peace and love
Since the 60’s…Worked hard…
That’s not Fair. The Fair thing is to
Blame someone and be rescued…
I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with that.
The signs are there. They always have been.
They just didn’t want to hear it.

Will Peace and Love save the World in the End?
Peace is great…Peace is always Great!
Will Peace and Love Save the World?
Or kindness and compassion…
Maybe Both. Hopefully Both.

But the Gears keep turning. Time
Moves on…Nature does not hear
A word, but feels the rage…Onward.
It will just keep going.

Valiant.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 26MAY2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (26 May 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RIDING THE “TIME” MACHINE…

“Red white and blue, gaze in your looking glass
You’re not a child anymore
Red, white, and blue, the future is all but past
So lift up your heart, make a new start
And lead us away from here…”
Songwriters: Dennis De Young
Suite Madame Blue lyrics  © Universal Music Publishing Group
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“CROSSFIRE HURRICANE”…

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Let us review…shall we?

From the archives…

 

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Blue Spectral Storm Year of Liberation

White Wind Wavespell

KIN (Day) 224, YELLOW ELECTRIC SEED

“I ACTIVATE IN ORDER TO TARGET

BONDING AWARENESS

I SEAL THE INPUT OF FLOWERING

WITH THE ELECTRIC TONE OF SERVICE

I AM GUIDED BY THE POWER OF ELEGANCE”

 

“OPERATION YELLOW ELECTRIC SEED…

ENGAGED!”

 

WHITE WIND TRIBE’S ANSWER TO YOUR “CROSSFIRE HURRICANE”..

PERHAPS…

 

 

 

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…The Tower of Babel…

‘The Brave, The Timid, The Shy
And the Strong…are all slaves
To Fear and Pride. Victory belongs
To those who ask why and challenge
Themselves.’

-A Guiding Voice

The Sandman told a Tale
That held echoes of the Bible’s
Words…and something more.
In the beginning, There was one Voice.
One Language that All humankind
Spoke, one common tongue
That all knew and united them.

In the lands of Assyria, of the
Fertile crescent, where the First Tribes
Settled and spread, recovering from
The Great Flood and Shifted Earth…
The one common tongue was
The greatest power of unity taken
For granted…

And from the weak and strong,
The humble and the brave…
One of the Greatest Pride rose to
Lead them all…And with his ego
And constant counsel he inspired
By calling people to revoke their
Past and respect of a higher power
By building a city to honor
Themselves instead of Heaven
Above…And within this city to
Build a Tower, to Rise to the Sky
That they may show God they
Are not beneath him, but worthy
Of so much more…

His voice was powerful among people…
Nimrod, known as the mighty
Hunter…opposed God, and all that
Heaven stood for…There was no need,
He said, for men to live in shame
As lesser mortals for something
They could not see nor hear…
People were put on Earth to dominate
And conquer…And Nature was
There to serve them.

So, he encouraged them to Build
And Adorn themselves with every
Treasure the world held…For each
Was worthy of all life had to offer,
And more…their city would be
A celebration of mankind, and it
Would make a name for themselves
That would honor them for all
Time.

But the Tower would be the Greatest
Monument of All…For Nimrod, For
He stood mightier than them all…his
Counsel told him so, his followers…
Wisemen, Seers…who spoke to shadows
And The Dark Things that dwelt
There, the only supernatural voices
They knew…

The Shadows that spoke in
Whispers, and dreams…and omens…
Crying out to be heard, defying
Faith in a Higher Power and
Tempting pride with promises of
The worship of men and women,
Not Heaven.

It was the First Order, the First
Sect that practiced Magic, and
Offered Counsel…And whom only
The most revered among them knew
As the First Power…and to honor
Nimrod, and themselves they
Should give this respect by calling
It Babel…

Nimrod did anything to entice more
Worship, to build the Tower and
Did blindly as the Counsel said…
Nothing could stop them for they
Were all drunk with self-worship
And ego…with one voice that
Constantly cried this out, and heard
Nothing more. “But I want MORE,”
They said, “There must be MORE
For Me.”

So, they built their city grander
With more lavish things, and built
The Tower higher to honor only
The Best they were entitled to deserve.
It was a time of drunkenness for more
More more…and they saw nothing
Wrong with that…in the ancient land
Of Assyria…

But far above in realms no mortals
Knew, there were watchers that saw
This…And as they saw the arrogance
Grow…An invincible ever shining light
Came, in an unexplainable phenomena
And went into one no one knew or
Saw to cast a lesson…By a Heavenly
Force, unstoppable, it worked the will
Of the One Creator…if this deafening
Cry of one voice knows nothing but
Its own soul…then let it be shattered
Among them…so they can not
Speak nor hear nor recognize
This leader that sees only himself…

And all at once in their city and Tower
The people began to divide…to
Splinter into groups…They shunned
Nimrod’s ways to pursue their own
Beliefs and pride, then spread to other
Lands far and wide…creating their
Own tongues and ways to recognize
Their own independence…
Tribes spread around the world this
Way to get as far away from the
First as possible…

But the First Power held to its ways,
And only went hidden…Recording
Things…of mystery and mysticism
Hoping one day to dominate and
Control the world again…

And for ages, seers everywhere saw
Their own visions and counseled with
Their own spirits…and the First
Power recorded them all.

But the World would be Blind to
This, afraid of it…and all things
They could not control or understand…
How convenient for the First Power…

Many legends, and many prophecies…
All saying the same thing…in different
Voices…in different customs…
Tribal lore was just a custom
To celebrate their own ways all
Around the world, foolish pride would
Denounce this over and over…
But the wisest would see the puzzle
Pieces and put them together…

Fear the Future, But Brave the Way
Because the Future must come,
There’s no denying it.

There was once one voice…
And one voice divided them…
And in the End, One Voice,
One common tongue would Unite
Them All Again.

In Faith and Fear, and Love and Hate,
The World would stretch its traditions
Every which way…Lands would
Rise and fall and die…
Secrets would be lost, save for
The First Power to hide them away,
They know everything,
Especially what most can’t handle.

We are not alone, we never were.
We did not come from here.
The World should learn a lesson in Grace…

Trumpets will sound and unmask
Those who didn’t learn, and didn’t
Want to…They again only heard
The song that was sung in Babel…
And so, it would come again
In Great Division…In a Dark Time
At the End of an Age
That even the Devil was fed up with.

And at that time when war
In Heaven with Hell on Earth would
Come…God and the Devil
Would laugh together for a moment,
‘What a Mess!”

But there would be One Comfort
Before the World would End
And Turn…And that is for those
Who did learn the Nature of Grace,
Good things would still come…

But there would be a cleansing,
An Age of Fire and Ice, with
Ice so cold it Burned…
And the cities that once knew
Only the Sounds of Division…
All these cities will fall abandoned,
And the only cities left for an Age
Will be those in ships
That sail on the Sea.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=99375

PUZZLE PIECES…

 

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“SOUTHEAST…”

“FROGS SING ..ANNOUNCING THE COMING RAINS…”

THE STAR ALTAIR…IN THE EAGLE CONSTELLATION RISES ON JUNE 1ST…THE FIRST DAY OF HURRICANE SEASON…

SEASONS…ARE…CHANGING

AREAS AND TIMES IN WHICH SEASONAL EVENTS OCCUR ARE CHANGING…

https://weather.com/storms/hurricane/news/2018-05-08-subtropical-cyclone-chile

EVER READ “GOOBERZ”??? NOTICE THE LINK BETWEEN “AL-TAR” (ALTAIR?) AND THE DOLPHIN (DOLPHIN SUITE)

AND LET US NOT FORGET THE CONNECTION BETWEEN AQUARIUS AND AQUILA…

http://earthsky.org/brightest-stars/altair-the-bluish-jewel-of-the-eagle

AND OF COURSE GANYMEDE…THE CUPBEARER, “A SON/LOVER OF ZEUS”

http://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/ganymede.html

 

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Sandman…Dark World…Cattle Mutilations…

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
― Baba Ram Dass

The Sky was clear, and the stars were
Out shining bright…The Night was cold
In the Nevada pasture. Nothing seemed
Unusual, but there were rumors of strange
Things going on among the local ranchers.
There were whispers, the camaraderie of
The locals held their mouths tight and kept
Their eyes and ears wide open…Something
Was going to happen…Something always
Seemed to happen at this time of year…

No one went out at night, except for
The bravest and the most curious…but
Even they went with guns. Eyes and ears
Always seemed everywhere, be it those of
The wild life…the rancher’s herds…or
The occasional hidden parked car with
Teens…or something else in the
Shadows. But that had to be an over
Active imagination.

Then a lone star seemed to move out
Of place in the sky and move slowly…
Only to dart and streak out of sight.
Far above a stray group of heifers,
A light descended…The cattle panicked
And ran…But not fast enough. One
Had been tagged, paralyzed and knocked
Out. At daybreak, its body would be
Found far out in the field…with its
Former companion animals watching forlorn.
The stupid animals, just animals, seemed
To know? No predator touched the body…
No animal went near it. But the ranchers
Found it in the morning, and were
Angry and disgusted again from what they found.

A brief report in the local papers recounted
The incident, calling it strange and
Mysterious…only describing how angry
The local ranchers were to be losing
Livestock this way. Brief and limited,
Let them analyze it every which way.
People believe what they want anyway.
Some loud mouth would pick up the
Story…as they often do, and vent and
Shout and incite more anger; that’s
What they want them to do. But most
People don’t listen to them because all
They want to do is shout and stir
Up trouble blindly; it’s easy to call that
Behavior crazy.

One woman did catch the story by chance
As she was sitting in her office. A
Researcher, Carol Stowe…she was intrigued
By such cases. She went to the town,
Talked to people, asked lots of questions.
But locals are reluctant to talk to nosey
Outsiders…And although she was sincere,
It took time to find out even what
Little they knew.

She finally managed to see the local
Veterinarian, Dr. Max Thompson. He was
A stout man in his late 50’s, grey hair
And beard wearing silver framed glasses
That always seemed to appear as though they
Might fall off his face. A workaholic by
Nature, when he wasn’t on calls to ranchers
He could be found in his office or at the
Local diner eating with the townspeople. He
Was loyal, a loner, and when he spoke his
Words always left an impact.

It was late at night when Carol Stowe
Knocked on Dr. Thompson’s office door. He
Was sitting at his desk, studying private folders
He had been compiling of the cattle
Deaths when he heard the knock…He quickly
Put the folders away and answered, “Come in.”
He was curious who it could be, he thought
His receptionist Becky had left 2 hours ago at 8.

She opened his door to see this rather worn
And tired grey-haired man looking up from
His desk in a dark room lit only by one
Humble lamp. “Dr. Max Thompson?”

“Yes?” He answered, as he saw this
Attractive woman open the door. She appeared
To be in her late 30’s or early 40’s, very
Sweet looking as she smiled with a fresh
Face and dark curly shoulder length blond
Hair.

She entered carrying her large shoulder bag
Of materials and equipment; it looked very
Full and heavy. “Hello, my name is Carol Stowe.”
She said simply as she put on a pair of large
Dark rimmed glasses with a pen and note pad in
One hand. “I heard from Ben Hallston
That you are the vet for the local
Farmers?”

“Ranchers, yes.” He immediately concluded…
Reporter.

She walked up to his desk humbly with a smile.
“I would like to talk to you, if I may…
About what happened Sunday night at the
Gifford ranch?”

“Who do you work for?” Max asked.

“No one.” She answered sincerely. “I’m
An independent.” Carol tried to look as
Friendly as she could. “I assure you, I
Have only the best intentions.”

“I’m sure you do.” He said noticing her
Jacket. “You’ve come a long way, it must
Mean something.”

“I’m sorry?” She asked curiously.

“Your coat.” He smiled. “No one wears
Anything like that around here.”

She laughed, the man was sharp. This
Would be interesting. “I travel a lot.”

“What do you want Ms. Stowe?” Max
Answered politely.

“Doctor, I can see it would be pointless
To waste time…I’m here honestly, with
No ill intentions.” She said.

“No one ever is.” He replied flatly.

“I’ve been researching the Cattle
Mutilation mystery for years.” Carol
Told him carefully, but still sincere. “There
Are so many questions surrounding these
Incidents…and the appearance of UFO’s
And strangers…”

“Yes, strangers.” He nodded at her.

A moment of consideration, a pause to
Recollect…Carol formed her words carefully.
“But I have been to other parts of the
Country about this…May I sit?”

He had to admit, he was curious. He nodded
For her to pull up a chair. “Please.”

She sat, and they just eyed each other
For a moment. “I respect your position and
The welfare of these ranchers…Your town…
But their association with UFO’s, the
Mutilations, I mean…”

He held up his finger politely to pause
The direction of the conversation. “Ms. Stowe,
I am not interested in UFO’s. I am
Not interested in spaceships or some far
Out beliefs of new age cults…I am here
For these people. And I do not like seeing
Them used, or made fun of…or put
In awkward situations…by the media, or
By any kind of institution. These are
Hard working, wholesome people. Americans.
Not pretend Americans whining about
Rights they do or do not have, taking
Up someone else’s time because they
Do not know what to do with their
Life. These people, the farmers…OF
This Country…Are the Backbone of
The Country, not just these ranchers, but
ALL FARMERS…they work, they need to
Make a living. They do NOT get days
Off, no holidays…every single day of
Every year, they have real work to do…
And the product of that work is
The sustenance for everyone…in some
Way…Be it produce…or in the
Jobs they provide to others from their
Product. The juvenile attitudes of the
Public, and the disrespect they have
For such work…DISGUSTS ME. I care
About these people.”

“Doctor, I understand that, I do.” Carol
Pleaded to him. “Like I have said, I have
Talked to other ranchers around the country…”

“Well then, why are you talking to me?” Max
Asked. “Why are you in this town?”

“The location is interesting.” Carol said
Curiously. “And the time of the year…each year.”

“You are assuming a lot.” Max said,
Scratching his temple.

“Am I?” Carol asked calmly. “I’m only
Looking at the data, the research that
I’ve collected.”

“The research in this…is fragmented, and
Theories, at best.” Max said, as he found
Himself staring at the folders…lost in
A thought. “And assumptions are a weakness…
Or a powerful strategy…”

“I’m sorry?” Carol asked confused.
“I’m not assuming anything…”

She missed his point. He blinked and
Smiled. “Everyone assumes, every day…
All the time…Everyone thinks they
Are an investigator, Ms. Stowe.”

“You think I am wasting your time?” She
Asked.

“I did not say that.” Max smiled.
“Alright. You have been to other parts
Of the country. You have seen evidence.
What would you like to ask me?”

“These cases…Display the same
Characteristics, with cattle.” She went
On… “It’s always the same – “

“Are you sure about that? The same?”
Max asked. “Or is that an assumption?”

She laughed. “I can see you are a challenge
To talk to. I am only trying to put
Pieces together…”

He folded his hands on his desk and
Smiled kindly. “You said you have
Been to different parts of the
Country? But the same characteristics?”

She squinted and smiled, thinking, “Yes.”

“So, they are…different.” He said.

This was a different interview for her. “Yes.”
She answered.

“Tell me,” Max went on, “Why do
You think you are investigating this,
Why are you drawn to…THIS?”

“Because it’s a mystery. Because it’s
An awful crime,” She answered holding
Her notepad in her lap-but not
Writing anything down; convenient
Thoughts would come later. “And it’s
Affecting these ranchers, and other
People.”

“You care about them?” He asked. “Or
The mystery?”

“Both.” She said, feeling a bit cornered.

“You care about the cattle?”
He asked.

“Well, I think animal cruelty is awful.
A terrible crime.” She answered.

“You’re wearing leather.” He smiled.

She looked at her shoes and laughed.
“Dr. Thompson, are you interviewing me?”

“I am only looking at your perspective.”
He nodded once. “What do you know
About the cattle?”

She thought carefully before responding.
“Are they doing medical research on
Them? For some reason we don’t know
About yet?”

“I think that is a reasonable deduction”
Max answered.

“Is there some kind of genetic tampering
Involved?” She went on.

“What? Why would you ask that?” Max
Replied.

“Well, are the cattle tested or being
Tested for something, or have they been
Tested on?” Carol asked.

“This is obviously some kind of
Procedure…Genetic, possibly?” He said.

“Well, is it because the cattle have
Been treated in some way?” She asked.
“Why do you think this is being done to cattle?”

‘Why do I think?” Max answered.
“My perspective is only that, mine.”

She watched him even more curiously.
“Are they being treated in some way
With hormones, or medication?”

“For health only, not some sort of
Modification if that’s what you mean.”
He said. “That is not how we do
Things around here. Our animals are
Treated humanely for their well-being,
Not some experiment. For strong healthy
Cattle only. As natural as possible.”

“Natural?” She repeated, that she
Wrote down. “No hormones?”

“Why would you ask that?” Max responded.
“Ms. Stowe…the cattle must be healthy
For healthy use, not full of chemicals.
People assume a lot.”

“Well, if they are being raised I only
Meant…” She began…

“The cattle we have in this area, the
Breed was created in 1878-1883…
Black Angus…From imported stock from
Scotland that was crossed with
Texas Longhorns…Now if you excuse
Me for assuming…but I do not
Believe there was any genetic
Engineering or hormone therapy at that
Time…Just simple Animal Husbandry,
By traditional methods of breeding
Cattle…or any breed of animal.” He
Looked more serious. “Science did not
Step into farming until later in the 20th
Century…as the demand for the market
Increased…as the population increased.”

“It is a very cruel thing,” She sighed,
“That for a modern world animals
Would be a product this way…I
Would have hooped we would have
Grown past eating meat.”

“Cattle are vegetarians.” Max sighed.
“People consume vegetarians.”

“I know it’s awful.” She said. “I
Don’t eat meat, I can’t stand it.”

“So, you’re a vegetarian?” He said. “Then
You are exposed to the same toxins
As cattle are…in the environment, it’s
The same.”

“No, I eat organic.” She smiled. “No
Pesticides.”

“If it’s in the ground, it’s exposed to
Pollution…there is no escaping it.
In many ways, people are cattle.”

She grimaced, but her mind immediately
Jumped. “Could that be a connection
With the mutilations…it’s in the
Environment?”

“Possibly.” He nodded. “There are
A lot of strange similarities in the
Diseases with livestock and people.”

“So, they could be studying the effects?”
She concluded.

“Possibly.” Max answered.

She could see he was holding back
Something. “Or something more?”

“Possibly.” He only said.

It was a bit frustrating, but she saw
A good potential here. “Is there something
Unique that you see happening in this?”

“This whole subject is unique.” Max
Answered. “It stretches reasons in all
Sorts of ways…the way it happens,
The way it’s done. There is no choice,
It happens. And someone is benefiting
From it.”

“But it happens so secretly,” She
Went on, “In different places…”

“Clearly a lot of data is required,”
He said, “For variety…Or similarities.”

“Do you see a point?” Carol asked.
“Because frankly most I think are
Baffled…”

“They should be intrigued as much as
Baffled…” He said in wandering
Thought… “If they found what they
Were looking for, it would stop. And
Maybe when it stops, or isn’t happening
That’s the time to be nervous.”

She nodded and wrote down a few
Thoughts. “True, this has been going
On for some time…Everywhere. And here?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“May I show you some of the files I
Have?” She asked. “Photographs?”

He had to admit, he was interested. “Yes
Please.”

She pulled out some folders from her bag,
Set them on his desk, and started with
The photographs. This quickly caught his
Attention. Then it wasn’t long before they
Were standing together examining the
Pictures…pointing out the similarities
In procedures done on the cattle in the
Various places she had visited. Soon the
Talk between them became casual, and he
Could see she was legitimately interested,
Not for some money-making articles
To crudely publish, or for some
Idealistic notoriety for her research.
Carol Stowe was sincerely intrigued
By a mystery.

And there were other examples of mutilations
She had documented, on other livestock…
Even on wild animals. She even had brief
Written accounts of those done on people.
He became intrigued even more, and
Nervous as well.

“As you can see,” Carol told him as they
Studied the photos of several bulls from
Different ranches. “This is more than a
Mystery…it’s becoming a phenomenon.”

“I can see that.” Max agreed. “I must
Admit the volume surprises me.”

“Forgive me,” Carol said, “But it seems you
Know more than you are telling…”

“Does it?” Max laughed, studying the
Pictures of the cows and bulls. “I’m
Sorry, but I speak carefully for the
Benefit of the people, the ranchers,
They are my friends…I do not want
To see my friends used or taken advantage of.”

“I would never do that.” Carol said
Sincerely.

“Tell me,” He said adjusting his glasses.
“You have spoken with other vets, other
Researchers, scientists…on this?”

“Yes.” She said. “Most speak very
Carefully…Most have theories. But as
You said, they’re only theories.”

“Have compared notes?” He asked.

“Some have.” She sighed. “But most
Would rather push their own ideas and
Theories.” She laughed. “At least the
Men do.”

He chuckled. “Well, we can be rather
Stubborn with our own beliefs. Others
Views are hard to respect or appreciate
Without knowing the person first.”

“Respect is earned.” Carol smiled. “I
Understand that. “But I am not chasing
Some far-out idea…If I have something
To say, I speak carefully as well. I do
Not chase things blindly.”

“I can see that.” He nodded. “I am the
Same as well. Most sensible people are.
They don’t shout.”

“So,” Carol said. “Will you share your
Thoughts? Because I would like to hear
Them.”

“Let me try it this way,” Max began.
“Each person will come at a mystery
Differently…from angles based upon their
Own experience…then they will assume
And call that a deduction. That is the
Wrong thing to do. They’re trying to save
Time so they can move on, go home
And do what they really want to do.
I do not do that…I look at the core
And start there and move outward…

Now, livestock, as are many domestic
Animals, were created the old fashioned
Way, by selective breeding…for desired
Traits…you select the best, pair them
Together…produce as many as you can,
Then select the best and do the same.

This process can take a long time…So
Sometimes you have to cheat…and do
Careful inbreeding to preserve specific traits…
But that can create defects so you have
To be very careful or else you destroy
Everything. Inbreeding creates defects,
Weaknesses…sometimes good, sometimes bad.
This occurs in very isolated groups.
And over time creates a new
Breed. The best survive, the weak are
Culled out…but defects can be hidden
And lay dormant and create problems
Later…This can be seen in all domestic
Animals, and even in some isolated
Populations of wild life as well…
But always the undesired traits are
Culled…Now, nature has a way of
Doing that on its own…

But the human animal, in its vast
Wisdom…in its chase of perfection
Will overlook weaknesses…if they feel
It will produce what it wants. But
The problems can still be hidden.”

“Now,” He said, pointing to the photographs,
“There are hormones and steroids which
Can help turn weaknesses around, make
Them stronger…but in some parts of the
Body it is much harder to fix…on a
Cellular level…like the eyes.” He pointed,
“Do you see here…and the ears.”

“Yes,” She nodded, “Others have seen
That too.”

“I thought so.” Max nodded. “As
I have said, there are weaknesses that
Livestock and humans share…perhaps
From centuries of consuming this meat.”
He held his jaw thinking carefully of
What to say. “Whoever is doing this…
I think it is safe to say now…is
Studying those same weaknesses, and
The effects of their environment…which
Is why it is occurring on such a wide scale.”

“But why?” She asked. “Why not raise
Their own livestock and do it privately?”

“That would be too controlled.” Max
Answered. “They would need the data
Of variables from different environments,
And that would be costly, and take a long
Time.”

She nodded. “I can see that.”

“Whatever they are doing…” Max
Said leaning against the desk holding
His glasses, “Think of it this way…
It must be urgent…Their research
Must be critically important for time…
For greater reasons…”

“So why leave the cattle, the livestock?’
Carol asked. “Why not just take the
Animals so no one knows?”

“Because,” Max explained, “Clearly they
Are demonstrating…They have the
Technology to do what they want, when
They want…how they want. And they
Want that message delivered. Clearly
If they wanted to do more, they could…
Look at the precision of these wounds…
There is nothing like that available to the
Public…but they have it. And believe
Me, I also think it’s safe to say
They have the technology that if they
Wanted to harm a lot of people they
Could…but it’s being done quietly…
Scaring the weak…and making the
Rest really thing…The smart ones
Will understand…the wrong ones will
Make a lot of noise and even scare
People, and make them run and cry
Outrageous things…this is not
Outrageous, this is a demonstration of
Power…of technology that exists
Beyond knowledge…the arrogant
Will demand answers…The smart ones
Will watch and wait and see what
Happens…I would not be surprised
If medical breakthroughs beyond our
Wildest dreams occur in the 21st
Century…and a lot of people could
Benefit from it…IF…”

“IF what?” Carol asked curiously.

“IF there’s time.” Max said flatly.

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=98962

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 12May2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (12  May 2018) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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