Valiant: Thunder and Lightning…A Matter of Science…The Address…

*SONG* “Prospero’s Speech” by Loreena McKennit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HPBLI7Z5Pg
There are moments in time
When things happen…The inevitable…
Some see it coming, some simply deny it…
Times of change…
Like the seasons…or the hours of the day…
Endlessly turning…the morning becomes noon…
The afternoon to twilight into night…
Such plain normal things…
Yet within these normal passings
Are relentless changing variables…
Some could easily call it normal…aging…
Nothing stays the same…our lives change…
History has certainly yielded enough
Craziness to call the present age…A mess…
Yet full of promise…

I have this friend who once had
This perpetual motto…
“Change is good…Times are changing…
Change is a good thing!”
He used to say this all the time, his motto,
I swear he should have put it on a T-shirt…
He had a haunting way about him…

There are no compromises anymore…
In fact we are on a precipice…

We are living in a time where we are seeing
Things that have never happened before…
And it is more important now than ever…
To keep our eyes open, our ears listening…
Our minds open…and to not be swayed
By distractions if we are to learn anything at all.

Hopefully no matter what comes…
There are now enough of those out there
In the world willing to listen…and to seek out
Their own path no matter what obstacles
There may be…
I don’t know where I’m going, where or how
It will end…All I want to know is…
When it happens…it will be a shock
To everyone…And hopefully I will have
Had enough time to make a difference…
But my greatest hope is that nothing awful
Happens at all…

The hazy golden light…
The familiar feeling of sitting in a chair.
Summoned…waiting…to write it down.

“These are the words that have to be
Said right now,” she said, emerging into
The light…The auburn hair, the shimmering
Mesmerizing glow of her hazel-like glowing
Eyes…Rana. “This is not a threat…Some
Will argue it…Take it as you will, as they
Will…call me names, I do not care.” Her
Expression was like stone…Something
Serious has been going on? She turned
Towards them who stood outside of my
Field of vision. “Proceed.” She instructed.

From the right, Varence and Ceres emerged
Together…He, that solid expression with that
Secretive smile, white shirt…Eyes that
Stared like lasers…Ceres, charming in
Her red dress, long flowing honey-golden
Hair…and a smile that challenged quietly…

“This is simply what is,” he said with
An almost cold stern voice, “An address…
Do not panic now…Bill, just write it.
Write as you have, do not hesitate. This
Is for the eyes and ears that have
Followed these words…For those that have
The sense…the instinct…I apologize, but
For the others it is too late. If the new
Wish to understand…then let them return
To the Bell Tolls for instruction…But
Primarily this is for those that already
Know…Greetings to you…For this is
What we offer now.”

Ceres simply rolled her eyes. “Do not
Expect me to apologize, I will simply
Say what I wish.”

“Ah yes,” Varence laughed, “That is new.”

“Just get on with it.” Ceres told
Him. “We’ve discussed it enough.”

Rana held the moment, there was a
Pause as they eyed each other…some silent
Communication, then turned to me. “There
Is someone we would like you to meet before
Any further writings would continue. And
Even that we…cannot assure you how
Long it will continue…Recent events have
Led us to this decision…Please come forth
Before him now.” She said again to someone
Out of view.

And then, a tall beautiful woman with the
Darkest red hair I have ever seen emerged
Wearing a light blue metallic uniform-like
Dress, form-fitting…very formal looking. But
That face…those eyes that shined so bright
Like glass roses that changed color in the
Light…Eyes of the rainbow bridge through time…
I’ve seen her before…She smiled kindly
As though it were a long lost meeting,
Re-greeting. “Hello.” She said in a melodic
Tone…I knew that voice! That hair!

“This is our sister, Chantala,” Rana
Explained… “She works with the
Administry of Science…Ambassador
With contacts to the outside council of
Worlds…She manages great aspects of…
The Paradigm of 9 Worlds…”

Chantala nodded, “Yes, that’s me.”

“Very few have met her directly.” Rana
Explained. “Even fewer know of her
Existence…or our existence, with regards
To the Watchers I mean.”

“Our existence must be conducted with
Great care,” Chantala told me kindly,
Stepping closer; she was very calmly
Mannered… “The procedure for this…
There is nothing to compare it to. Even
To explain it to you now…What this is…
Is nearly impossible to grasp.”

“Make no allowances for excuses.” Rana
Ordered. “Just tell him how it is…
No apologies…If you feel it has to be
Said, simply say it…Time is precious now.”

“The 9th sister.” I said. “I understand.
You’ve been here all along…Watching
The Watchers.”

Chantala smiled. “Exactly…It’s a
Matter of management…But not so much
With regards to rules of the Watchers, but
More so with…the secret project involving
The purpose of Watchers on specific
Worlds…9 worlds…That selected and
Gathered chosen candidates from those
Worlds for the Program…”

“The Great Hall.” Rana stated.

“144 from each planet,” Chantala said,
“Each with the same…requirements
Necessary.”

“They had to be selected carefully.”
Varence added.

“That’s enough of that.” Rana instructed.
“Proceed with the address.”

“Allow me the opportunity for a kind
Greeting. Please Rana.” Chantala told her.
“This is my first introduction…This way…
After all.”

“Fine.” Rana sighed. “But please do it quickly,
We have only so much time afforded to
Communicate right now…as the windows are
Narrower now.”

Chantala resumed her focus upon me, the
Notebook… “Forgive me…But time must be
Granted certain allowances…At present, they
Either understand or they do not…Believe
Me when I say…that I wish it could have
Been different in so many ways…But you
Must understand…We did not write the
Rules of cause and effect…If at all, Watchers
Are meant to study this…To process, record,
What happens…not control it. It’s a bold
Risk to reach out at all…through dreams…
Through whispered inspiration…”

“Tell them to question coincidences.” Ceres
Insisted. “Do they exist? Do they align?”

“I’ve stressed the importance of timing.”
Varence said.

“For ages we have reached out through the
Best ways we calculated possible.” Chantala
Explained so kindly…she had such a sweet
Way about her…it was then I understood…
I may have met, seen her sister Kierista
First…but Chantala in fact was foremost
Behind it all. “It’s a difficult process…
Before anyone starts questioning our
Motives…but we do what we can…When
We see an opportunity…We embrace it. It
Does not always work. In fact many, many
Of our attempts have failed completely…
It’s very difficult when dealing with the
Mind, particularly evolving minds…
The psyche is a complex delicate
Part of the mind and soul…Many
Fall to the vast temptations of its
Creative imagination rather than reason…
To reach through it with a message
Clearly…is so preciously rare and successful…
It’s a risk.”

“What she’s talking about is those fools
Who see more than what’s there.” Ceres
Said sarcastically.

“Those who imagine more than it is, she
Means.” Varence corrected.

“It’s complex.” Chantala responded. “Please
Simply know this. In the past we have
Reached out with stories…To many
Artists…creatively…Yes, at times it was
Exercised…with liberal facts to embrace
Or rather entice interest…but the truth
Was ALWAYS there.”

“Unfortunately too many reach for
These things with so much enthusiasm,”
Varence added, “That it becomes a mess
Of fantasy and fact…creating countless
Scenarios that only fuel egos instead of
Simple truth.”

“Which is why we prefer calmer individuals,”
Chantala said, “Rather than those who
Are too angry or too eager…because they
Simply over-analyze…and they tend to
Ruin our intent.”

“There is a fine line between too many
Questions and simply being a fool.” Ceres
Laughed. “Which is why we keep telling
You…Those who are meant to understand
Simply will…while others will dismiss it
As nonsense…and instead pursue something
That feeds their ego rather than fact.”

“Proceed please.” Rana rolled her eyes.

“Where we are now…” Chantala tried
To explain, “Is a more delicate point.”

Just then…A man stepped forward into
The light…Very tall, about 6 foot 7 inches…
With long blond hair to his waist…Powerfully
Built with broad shoulders, the man appeared
Like a Titan…in a light blue metallic
Form fitting uniform…He had this perfect
Ageless handsome look of wisdom…
But his expression was intensely
Ferocious…

Chantala turned to introduce him… “This,
Is our eldest brother, Brishan…He has
The highest seat of humans in the Senate
On our world…He has come to see you, meet
You…And this…is his address.”

Brishan made this awkward smirk as he
Looked about their faces, he appeared reluctant
To be there, unimpressed…He met my eyes
Slowly but firmly. “You,” he pointed, nodded
To the notebook, “This has been their…
Doing…All this time?”

“Do not question him,” Rana directed, “This
Is not an interview…You said you had
Something to say…so say it.”

Brishan eyed her, the powerful personalities
These siblings had was unlike anything
I’d seen… “Words in time…stories.” He
Laughed. “The state of things elsewhere
And the reason of one world finds its plea
Like this?”

“Are you going to tell him or not?” Rana
Insisted.

“These…people, these powers of this world,”
Brishan said, “After everything their game
Persists no matter how it affects others?
There are hundreds of worlds out there…
Countless billions of lives…” He shook his
Head…

“He means to say that time is more precious
Now.” Chantala explained. “The Earth was
Supposed to have used the technology given
To fix things…not maintain its corrupt ways,
Not reach into space with a fist…”

“They have explained to you the nature of
The Quantum Singularity?” Brishan asked, I
Nodded… “The manner in which life exists?
The harmonic balance of time, light and
Sound? All worlds ventures with these
Matters of science…Atomic power, weapons,
Studies…research and experiments of all
Forms in the physical universe…
It is the birthright of each world to
Pursue its individual place and understanding…
To make discoveries…But ultimately the facts
Remain the same…in the physical world, the
Same laws apply to each world…There are
No exemptions…There are only egotistic
Attempts to implement one power over another…
But when they violate, continuously violate
The simple basic respect for these laws
Again and again…Then we have a problem.”

“Clues have been given.” Varence attested.
“Examples have been made.”

“And yet still,” Brishan went on, “The
Antics continue…Allow me to point this
Out…” He lowered his brow very
Seriously. “They can. They say…simply
Push a button and end things…that fast…
Such an impressive technology…copied, stolen,
Bartered from outside sources…Tell them
To consider how other worlds manage this…
How they would view a solitary…threat…
Yielding science as a weapon? That would be
Very much like…a new student appearing
To know more than the teacher in their
First year…How would the teacher respond to this?”

“Most likely with a harsh lesson of example.”
Chantala added.

Brishan nodded. “Yes, most likely with a
Very swift, harsh example…When too many
Singularities occur at one place in time,
The potentials become seriously dangerous.
They have warned how this could tear
Apart a universe? We cannot allow that…
Now I, we…are patient of course…This
Storytelling is a gamble…But…we believe
It has the chance to succeed…If they
Would only desist from trying to control
Everything…So allow me then to say
It this way…If they continue on
This course…Then WE…will push a button…
Imagine then what that could do?”

“There are no hiding places,” Rana said then,
“Remember, the Watchers know how
They play their games.”

“They need to let this continue,” Brishan
Said, referring to the notebook. “They need
To let it flow to the people. They need to
Have respect for things…”

“All worlds have the right to EXIST.” Chantala
Said calmly, sadly. “Allow me to ask this…
If the dabblings of one world threatened
Others…What would you do? We do not wish
To harm anyone…If anything at all we wish
To help as many as possible…And that is
Not an easy thing to do…”

“I would prefer to see what the
Earth can do.” Varence added.

“Please,” Ceres laughed, “with their hormones?
The animals should inherit the Earth.”

“But you must see,” Varence said to her,
“That with this threat…even the
Animals would suffer…”

“I understand that,” Ceres informed him, “I
Was merely painting a general opinion…
Or rather suggesting.”

“You suggest?” Varence laughed. “Do miracles
Take such brave new challenges…My dear,
When you speak miracles do happen.”

“Enough,” Rana said, quickly
With absolute authority. “Please
Stick to the words we discussed that
Is all.”

“I struggle to see the goal here.” Brishan
Replied. “You clearly have an objective
Here…I have stated my words here…
If they continue on this path…so will we.
There are no negotiations. Point made.”

“And what will this accomplish at
This point in time?” Ceres asked…They
Had obviously debated this for some time.

“What point would you make then?” Brishan
Asked his sister. “I was under the
Impression you had little interest in this
At all…other than the animals of this
World?”

“Exactly.” Ceres agreed… “They have pushed
Far enough…And nature is now responding
With a stronger voice…The weather…The
Animals…And it will continue.” She took
A step closer staring at the notebook. I
Swear it often appeared that they were
Speaking to and with the pen and paper
More than anything. “Say it this way
Then…Has their world not been witnessing
Things unlike they have ever seen before?
I say let this continue until it drives
Them mad…until they get the point…
Nature will not tolerate such abuse any
Longer…The age of abuse is over…If
They wish to hunt…then let them be
Hunted…If they wish to play games…
Then let they themselves be played with.”

“It is a time of truth.” Varence refined
Her words.

“Let their powers tell the world what is
Really out there.” Rana agreed. “Make
Them speak…But more clearly make it
Known…That power or wealth has
Absolutely no relevance in who will be spared.”

“If anything,” Ceres laughed, “Let the powers
In their seats find the greatest torment
Upon themselves…Let them feel small
And toyed with…”

“And you would have nature send this message?”

Ceres nodded. “If the whales are hunted…
Let them do the hunting…If science
Holds dominion over the weather…Then
Let the weather continue to surprise them
So that science sees its blindness…
The animals they say are but beasts? They
Cannot think or feel? Then let them
See and feel what the creatures are capable
Of over such alleged superiority…A rodent…
The tiniest insect…what could it do?
It’s a blue planet…with seas full of life…
To play with or respect?”

“You have already set those wheels in
Motion.” Rana confessed. “The great geniuses
Of Earth still would rather make excuses so
That they could only find more time to
Play with themselves.”

“And I still say it is the only way.” Ceres
Said. “Let nature teach them the lessons
They need to learn.”

“So then, please…Make your point here so that
We can move on.” Rana said. “There are
Still stories to be told. Say what it is you
Feel is most important so that we can
Move on.”

There was a brief pause as they eyed each
Other, then me.

Chantala then took the lead by holding
Up her hand, urging them to listen. “Allow
Me…” she said kindly, calmly. “I realize
This sounds strange right now…But the
Point we are trying to convey here is that
There is a much larger picture here…
Large scale…The universe…Many worlds
Are involved, and the point is that all
Are aware of it…We only wish you to
Know how many are involved. That each
Affects one another. That no one is
Trying to assert suffering to Earth…
In fact we are only trying to gain
Attention…That there are others, greater
Powers…That other worlds are suffering
As well…Each with its own issues. To
Simply say one is more important than
All others is ridiculous. Many are trying
To understand what is going on with
Their worlds…And still many turn a
Blind eye to it.”

“No one wants to see them get hurt.”
Varence said assisting her explanation. “The
Intent has always been to encourage people
To come together…To break the silence…
Not to build Gods or Gurus…But for them
To simply be more true to themselves and
Discover the miracles in coming together
As not just as a global community but a
Universal one.”

“There are no small voices,” Chantala
Continued, “only small minds.” She
Took a breath before going on. “When we
Were forced to confront the Darkness
Consuming worlds, consuming and corrupting
The universe, and thus threatening other
Universes…We had to do something…But
Confronting with a hostile force is no small task.

How does one fight darkness? With light?
Such symbolism is easier imagined than
Done…And so many of our operatives
Reached out to those they could through
Their imaginations…Unfortunately it ran
Rampant and the concepts of fantasy became
Absurd instead of inspirational.”

She looked more softly at me. “Do you
Remember when you were brought to the
Great Hall?” She asked me. “When you
Were struck by this…for years…And
Then you were asked to share these
Stories? Why? Because as I said then…
And it was conveyed through the Light
Sacramentum orientation to the chosen
Audience…The mind’s way of coping
With disturbances of all forms with the
Psyche, the imagination…Not by concocting
Things that do not exist, but instead by
Explaining it in ways he mind, the spirit
Can cope with. The problem is most
Retreat too much into their imaginations
And get lost with their fantasies instead
Of using them to fix the problem. That
Was my intent in explaining it to
You in the garden…Remember? That
Nothing is imagined…That yes, somehow,
Some way these things in your imagination
Do exist…people, places, things…”

“And it is important to know,” Varence
Said very firmly, “To understand, that
You also draw and attract these things to you.”

“The Darkness uses this as a form of
Manipulation to control people.” Chantala
Explained. “By making you believe
It is what you desire…For example,
The appeal of temptation and lust…
Of corrupt things…violence and greed…
Monsters and frightening imagery…
Or the obsession with material pleasures…
The Dark Forces uses the powers of
People’s minds this way…brainwashing
Them to fantasize endlessly on themselves…
Feeding off of it…idolizing villains…
Creating idols to obsess over…fight over…
And the Dark Forces thrive this way…
That’s why so many are miserable…
Because they are constantly attracting
What they don’t want…”

“And because so many fall victim this
Way,” Varence said, “The few that don’t
Follow along with the herd suffer…
And either get culled out…or further
Abused because the power of the crowds’
Energy has attracted this dark mass
So much so that few can fight it.”

“In effect…” Chantala explained… “What
Has happened is…misled Faith has
Fueled and empowered the Beast…Fear
Has fed and created monsters…It is
No machine or computer…As I’ve told
You before…The power of the mind…is
Vast, immense…Your world will not see
This until 2056…That is when the greatest
Miracles will occur…I realize that sounds
Like a sad voice currently…But that’s only
Because too many can’t see…won’t
See…what power they have and
Surrender…And that’s an even more
Immense factor considering qualities of
The meta-human…All those emotions…
The intensity only heightens the psyche’s
Abilities…Thus, creating a superfuel
For the Beast.”

“But once your people grasp this
Reasoning fully,” Varence said, “You
Will then resolve this with an unstoppable
Force of Good, your own personal saviors…”

“Right now,” Chantala said, “There
Are but a few on the right path. We
Are simply trying to show you how to
Achieve this understanding through
These stories…We are not making things
Up. We are trying to assist you in
Telling them so that you process
The information in the proper order…
So that when we tell you something
Next…it is a revelation, not a mystery.”

“You have all the power you need,”
Varence went on, “You simply
Need to understand how it works…”

“They,” Chantala said softly, “Your
World, its powers, have been teaching
You the wrong way…The wrong things
So that it corrupts your power, so
That you surrender it…even when
You do not realize it…through needing
Something you do not…clinging to the
Wrong people…or clinging to anything
At all.”

“That is why this is a process.”
Varence insisted. “Too much too fast
Is ridiculous. We do not learn that way.
Why should you? Everything takes time.
A series of events, stories…it takes time.”

I felt so exhausted, but understood.
Chantala simply held her soft, kind expression.
“When we talk to you…How does it feel?
Does it feel wrong? Ask yourself that…
And when the time comes, and it will…
There will be a more profound
Interaction…with pleasant surprises.”
She smiled… “Something you’ve been
Waiting for…changes in the world and
Mind…Through discoveries and new roads,
New pathways and new friends that
Feel like long lost ones…Promises that
Were made will be kept…and people
Will find their answers…”

Chantala smiled… “Let me give you this…
With each visit in these posts there have
Been clues, have there not? If they don’t
See it, that’s fine…But for those that do…
The Stars will come out and shine…
The Earth will speak, as will the animals…
And it will appear as though every
Star in the sky is moving…
As though each star is alive…
Because they are.”

Valiant.
My artwork: Desire

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=47252

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 21MAY2016

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Caption: Page from an illuminated manuscript painted by an unknown artist, depicting the 144,000 from Revelation 7, from a copy of the Commentary on the Apocalypse by Saint Beatus of Liébana. Source: Wikipedia.

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (21 May 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Thunder and Lightning…The Beast…

*SONG* “Stronger” by Trust Company

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8mOJg2Ky54

This is not fiction, nor a joke…
Please do not read this if you’re afraid…
But it has to be told…

From the moment we are born into the world
Everything is a wonder, our senses devour
Information through our eyes, ears, noses…
By things we touch…how it feels…
And the intense ceaseless explosion of
These feelings…trying to explain it with
Words…by how we’re taught to rationalize
And define it all…
Love, hate…Joy, fear…Worry, regret…
Yearning…Passion…Instinct…Desire…
And through it all you keep moving…
Breathing…Sustenance for survival…
There’s barely the time to react…
Only so many hours in a day…

The days, weeks, months, years of our lives…
Age…To find reason and purpose in it all…
Who we are, what we are…The why’s,
Why we’re here…What’s it all for?
What did I do to deserve this?

Morality…Virtue…Right and wrong…
The soul, spirit of the person has basically
But one choice to make to define himself…
To choose between good and evil.

There is an angel on every shoulder
Whispering guilt and conscience…
Frivolous joys and good tidings…virtue…
And then also behind every ear,
The unending taunt of the darkness…
The pursuit of desire, to build the ego…
Indulge, justify…Take not give…
Want…Have it…You deserve it…
Who cares…
The Dark Side is a powerful voice…
So tempting that no one can completely
Resist it unless they were a saint…
So then define sin…define saint…
Such a serious tone…Get to the point…

We live in a physical world…
The logic mind, and typical skeptic
Will explain this ten-fold…Ask any
Scientist…mathematician…you will get
A very firm cold answer…

When new life is born…Feel it…
Anyone will attest to a miracle…
Talk to someone who’s dying…
Ask them about the limits of the physical
World…What is real, what has meaning?
Money? Physical laws? Justice?
Prejudice? Ask a thousand questions…

No, we live in a multi-layered world…of
Flesh and blood, and spirit…of good and evil…
And the burning desire for more…to keep
Going…Moving, thinking, feeling…Discovering.

Science will forever be flawed until it
Recognizes the spirit…
As justice will be flawed as long as paychecks
Are involved…
And no matter what anyone tells you…
They will ALWAYS judge a book by its cover…

And the greatest treasure that exists
Is that which you find in a soulmate…
In the connections you make in friendship
And love…uncondiontally…When someone of
No family tie finds within you a mutual
Infinite bond…And back and forth this
Bond fortifies and nurtures the souls without
End…That’s a miracle, that’s a gift that
Money just can’t buy.

If life were perfect…soulmates would be everywhere.
Like that Walt Disney song…
“In My Favorite Dream…”

Unfortunately, life is far from perfect…
In fact for many it is a relentless struggle…
It’s a mystery…

And again, a guiding voice beneath a guiding
Light…said the words… “I know you don’t
Want to…But it’s time now, tell them
About the Beast…Don’t hold back…”
They stood there as comfort, counsel
And strength… “Tell them…”

In the mid 1990s, when I was struggling
To find direction I had given up on art
And instead found comfort in journal writing…
These were like diary writings, recording
The craziness of dreams that haunted me
For years…
I tried to write it down, but it was hard
To find sense in any of it…These included
All premonitions and psychic experiences…
And encounters with the Shadow People…

The Shadow People were these dark apparitions
I had seen for years…
Like shadows cast against walls and on the
Ground…But these things moved on their
Own…no one noticed them? I could see them,
I don’t know why…They would frequently
Jump into people’s bodies…their posture
Would change, and they would say and
Do awful things…When they left the
Person, the person would fall into a deep
Dark despair of hopelessness…not knowing
Why…I had tried to explain it to some
What I saw, but it only freaked them
Out and they didn’t want to discuss it…
It’s not that they didn’t believe me, they
Simply found greater peace in denying it…
Too much to cope with…

Denying something is often the most common
Thing you find when people don’t want to
Discuss things…which doesn’t help things
At all in reasoning…People need to discuss
These things…For real…To fight them, to
Find out how to figure out why things
Are so messed up…
That’s why people need to come together
To discuss things, share their stories and
Views…not claim one knows more than
Another…Too many are afraid to speak…
Mostly because there are too many
Who don’t shut up long enough to give
Them a voice…
I was always told to shut up and listen…
The only reason I write these things
Now is to hopefully get people to talk to
Each other more…

The world is falling apart because for too
Long things that should have been discussed
Were not…People were told to shut up
While the bullies pushed their opinions
Under the veils of law…religion…ruling…
May the future become brighter through
Greater reason in discussion…
Even if it must come by regressing to
The old ways of story telling over campfires…
Woodstoves…or a dinner table…

It was in the 1990s that I had many
Visits in dreams…Time travelers…
Medicine men…Aliens…The mysterious
Strangers, such as the beautiful red headed
Woman of the garden…The tall mysterious
Pale stranger whose voice visited me
For years…But the worst by far was the
Visit of the Beast…

I dreamt I was asleep…and awoke
In the early morning hours before dawn…
It was the strangest sensation ever…
Like being summoned…
‘Awake, Bill…Come to me…I see you…’
So I rose from a dark foggy state…
To a heavy shadowy light…
It felt like rising out of mud, weighted
Down struggling to see…in a world
Blackened…Empty trees…ghostly houses…
The worst feeling ever…
The strangest part was that everywhere
I looked there were people, lying on
The ground deep asleep, breathing in
The mud…I had no idea what this was?
This voice, deep and awful, kept calling
To me, ‘Come to me…I see you…’
So I ended up walking through this
Sea of mud-covered sleeping bodies…
Through my street, neighborhood…
Until I reached my former local high school
Around the corner…
The closer I got to the school, the
More people I found laying asleep in the
Tar-like mud…more and more until I
Was literally stepping over bodies…
Constantly drawn to that voice…
Eventually I came to the school…
Went inside…There were people literally
Laying in heaps asleep everywhere…
That voice pulling…
And then, there on a platform on the
Staircase in the commons of the school
He, It, stood…This…Beast…
He was tall, blond…of human form…
Of his choice…well built…
But there was nothing else human of him…
His eyes were black terrible orbs with
Red-slits for pupils like a snake…
His teeth were white as he smiled at me,
Sharp…with black gums and a red
Serpent-like tongue…The clearest sensation
Was that I was looking at the devil.

“Hello Bill.” He said in a voice I can only
Describe as echoing, vibrating, awful…
Imposing, menacing…fearless…arrogant…
“I see you…” He said. “You’re very interesting.”
All I could say was, “OK?”

He watched me, I watched him…
I knew he knew what I was thinking…
What is this? He just looked around carelessly with pride
At all the sleeping people…silently telling
Me, yes…they’re mine…This is mine…
Everything belonged to him…

I cannot believe I was able to speak…
“Are you the devil?” I asked.

He laughed…That smile, the black gums
With the white teeth and tongue…
It was a nightmare… “Me? No?
Is that what you think? Oh of course…
That’s what they teach you…The ONE…
The only…” He just laughed. “There
Are many of us.” He studied me…
Seconds? Hours? Forever? Blinking
With those black eyes, those penetrating
Red-slit pupils… “Let me introduce myself…
My name is…”

I cannot say his name here…
If I reveal it to the masses, he said
It would bring death to me or my family…

My eyes exploded, I was afraid.

“Ah, you know the name then?” He asked.

Yes, I silently nodded…I knew it from
The bible, but I could not believe what
It said to my ears and mind…That name?!

It was not Lucifer…he came before…
Nor Baal, who came long ago…with
The First…
No, this was another fallen angel…

“I wanted to meet you…” He said
Calmly…standing proud over the sleeping
Bodies…I couldn’t speak… “You’re very
Interesting…”

???
“Yes, you.” He said. “You resist…it is
Pointless you know…Admirable, yes…But
Still pointless…They,” he gestured to
Those asleep, “all do my bidding…or
My brothers…Whether they know it or
Not…They do…That’s why they cannot
Control themselves.”

I wanted it over fast whatever it was.

He just watched me… “I want to make
You a deal…You leave me alone, and I
Will leave you alone…That’s fair?”

I was wordless…??? What could I possibly
Do?

“You’re awake…And I know what you
Did.” He said…referring to the secret. “I
Know…Yes, you’re very interesting. And
I will even make you an offer…Say
My name…call my name…work for
Me…And I will give you anything you
Want…Fame…Fortune…Movie stars…
Anything…They’re yours…Think about it.”

I was like…huh? What?

“But…” He said… “Say my name, or
Tell anyone my name and it will cost
You a life…family, friends…secrecy,
That’s the key word. You understand
Secrets, right? How they work?”

Yes, I knew what he meant…You
Could tell someone you trust…maybe
Someone close…But not everyone…
I could only nod.

“So what do you think?” He asked.

I could not speak.

“Will you leave me alone?” He asked.
“Because you cannot fight me…These
Are my puppets,” he said of the people,
“And they will do as I say…or my
Brothers…They have no will.”

“OK.” I could only mumble afraid.

“Good boy.” He said. “Now it won’t
Be so bad…Just let me do what I
Do…And you…may live…”

“What are you?” I asked without
Thinking.

“I am the Great Divider…” He explained
Flatly…solid, strong… “Conqueror and
Divider…That is what I do, that is
Why I came here…That is what I
Did before…That is why I came to
America…My brothers all have equal
Purpose…We do our jobs well…You
Know your history…Who does it belong
To?”

I swear I was shaking.

“You chose to walk this road, Bill.” He
Said. “You could have just fallen in line…
But…we know how that went…”

He knew I was sensing greater meaning
And I didn’t like it so drew things to a
Close.

“You are very interesting…” He said…
He knew my future, I know that now,
But was not about to reveal a clue, nor
Ounce of hope, nothing…nothing that
Would shred his imposing force…
“Think about what I said…You won’t
Ever forget it…Now, you can go…
And when you wake up…Remember…”
He gestured around… “It’s all mine…
You leave me alone…And I will leave
You alone…”

It ended…I awoke with the WORST
Feeling…I was sick for days…I never
Forgot…And yes, I have his name…

And without Fail…Whenever I say too
Much…he reminds me of what he can do.
This isn’t a joke…
And the internet is the easiest game board
For Demons…remember that…
It never ceases to amaze me…
How good and evil exist in the world,
So obviously…yet people dismiss it
Or rationalize it…conspiracy theories…
When it’s usually far simpler than that…

But you know how this went…
After the Beast visited and introduced
Himself…I was afraid, but I didn’t give in…
All of my life I was tormented by this
Darkness…Nightmares, Monsters that
Shouldn’t have been real…The Shadow People…
Of course at times it was unbearable…
I was driven to extremes…but we’ll get
To that later.

Where was God through it all? Heaven?
Angels…? I went to church, I studied
The bible…Yet these things kept happening…
I was obsessed, compulsive prayer…
Hundreds of times a day…
That’s how I began the Quest to find
The higher power…
The meeting with that tall mysterious
Pale Stranger…The one whose voice
Echoed in my ears for years…
The one who challenged me… “You
Are so interesting…You know what to
Do…Why don’t you just do it?” He asked…
The Tall Fearless man…The one who
Inspired me with his bravery…The one
And only man I had ever seen, met…
The one who could walk right out into
The universe and was afraid of nothing…
The man I knew as Varence…

And so my Quest began to reach out to
Find a way to contact Heaven…To at least
Seek out the counsel of a soulmate on
Some higher level…

In the summer of my 27th year…it began…
Research…guided by intuition…dedication…
Faith…To find a way…9…
99 days…Then on December 31st 1999
At 3:00pm in the afternoon he came…
I got my answer…He put his hand inside
My head…put something there…And I was
Born again…And the job began then
Without hesitation…The artwork…The
Paintings and drawings…The lock, the keys…

And through those years the dreams of the
Others…From the Great Hall…These people
I knew from the dreams…
Then they, we…were hunted…The numbers
Dwindled…down to 5…

In 2009 it culminated with the Ancient
Prophecies…The Shadow People, the Creature
That tried to rip the light from my head…
And the Crystal Skull that appeared to
Download all of my work and experience…
To then command awaitt activation…
Await activation…

2012…The nightmare deaths…The little
Old Asian Man Ascended Master’s command…
The posts began…St. Patrick’s Day…
Everything happens in the spring…
Wake Valiant…The artwork then became
The writing…As he said… “This is how it
Comes…From the mind…Down the arm
Through the hand, the fingers, the pen
To the paper…” The posts…

So much has happened…Is happening…
It isn’t ending…it’s just beginning…

But then you see the Beast did come again…
December 29th 2014…Just before
New Year’s…to warn me about 2015…

In a dark dream there was a knocking
At the door…I got up from my bed
Asleep…To answer…And there stood a
Tall black man…
“Hi,” he said, “Do you remember me?
I was your best Friend in the real time
Line…” And then, he took out a knife
And slit his throat…fell to the floor
In front of the door before me bleeding
To death…his eyes rolled over black with
Red slits…It was the Beast in disguise…
And he laughed loud, hard and wickedly…
“You forgot me, Bill!”

I slammed the door shut and backed
Away horrified…his voice tormenting me…
“Bill, I see you…I know what you’re
Doing…”

Then silence…A pause…
Then another knocking at the door…
This beautiful blond girl…calling to me…
I opened the door…Confused?
“Hello,” she said, “Do you remember me?
I was your girlfriend in the real time
Line, Bill. Did you forget? Do you remember?”
Again…she withdrew a knife…slit her
Throat…The blood…Fell to the ground
Bleeding to death…Those eyes rolling over
Black…The red reptilian like pupils…
Laughing wildly… “You’re dead! By the
Time I’m done with you, Bill, you are
Going to wish for death…”

Over and over the knocking at the door…
I could not wake up! The faces, the
Voices…of those I knew? Or should have?
Throats slashed…Those black eyes…
“You forget…All that I am…In
All that I am…What I can do…I
Will turn everyone against you…no one
Will believe you…I will get them to
Stop reading…They think they’re special,”
He laughed, “They think whatever I
Want them to! Believe you? Who do
You think you’re dealing with?”

I was terrified, I could not wake up.

“I see you…I see you…I see and
Know what you’re doing…” the Beast
Said. “You won’t change anything
Until I want it to…We want it to…”

What woke me up was his visit to
This black woman…he allowed me to see…
He did the same thing to her…The
Knocking at the door…The knife…Throats
Cut…of people torn from her life…
Only she screamed and fought it…
Slammed the door and threw things…
She screamed at the Beast, “I will find
A way to kill you, you bastard, you
Evil devil! Stay away from me!”
Her rage gave me strength to wake
And with her I regained my will
To stand…Fight it…Believe…

Many have written and asked why
So many strange things happened with
My posts in 2015…Why they moved
Around…vanished here and there…
Because the Beast said he would stop
Them…And he did…But I kept going…
I could not believe how right he was…
His power reaches far…I see that now…

That’s why I had to reach out to
The tall mysterious pale one…
The fearless one…Varence…The one
Who told me to trust no one…
And I only answer the questions he
Tells me to…He always said never to
Build a website, so I haven’t…He gave
Me time…instructions…They always came
True…Because the Watchers know
The ways of the Beast…Who else
Would after so long?

But this year the rules changed…
The sisters, each with their own gifts…
They’re that stubborn…They’re that right…

I’m not calling anyone or thing names…
Not at all…What I am trying to explain is
That when this thing threatens, he has
Made it clear he can send a message
And unfortunately use people to do it…
I don’t mean to keep secrets to
Harm anyone or with arrogance…it’s only
Because he’s made it clear he wants to
Stop this…And yes it scares me because
I did not want to do it to begin with…

I did this for them, for those I lost, that
Cannot be replaced…and for those that I
Hope some how, some way, some day can
Benefit from it…I won’t let them be
Forgotten. You have the choice to take this,
Believe it how you want…I understand…
All that I ask is…for you to question…
Keep your mind open…
What is going on in the world?
Is there a higher power, higher powers
At work? Good…Bad? God…Dark forces?

Why hasn’t religion changed the world?
Why are there holy wars?
Why with all the advancements technology
Has made…are things more of a mess
Than ever?
You think too much? Fear mongering?
It’s only fear mongering when someone
Wants to turn a blind eye to things
And keep things the way they are. FACT.

An intelligent person will see there’s a
Problem and say…hey, can we discuss this
Not sit by and chant empty meditations
Or eat a bag of munchies and watch a
Movie…
These are experiences, thoughts and views
To discuss…that is all.

And now a few words…
The Golden Light…streaming, shimmering
On the bridge…

He stood, clear and strong…That fearless
Determined look on his face… “I stepped
Forward,” Varence said, “I reached out…
I did not want my friend here to be alone…
I haven’t called anyone names…”

“But I have,” Ceres said stepping
Forward beside him… “And I don’t care…
I’m here for him, that’s it…And the
Animals…”

Varence smiled and laughed at her words,
“The charm never fades from her words…
She offered more clues months ago
Than most realize…Quantum singularities…”

“Oh. Please,” Ceres rolled her eyes, “That
Bubble is about to burst…For now I
Would watch the sea…” She smiled mysteriously.
“Surprising things that never happened
Before…can happen again…One song
Of the sea…Travels around the world…
Blue planet…So much water…The
Depths that sing a song older and
Wiser than most will ever know…
But miracles can be made that way…”

“I still say nothing has changed.” Varence
Smiled, offering his mysterious wisdom…
In that riddling way. “All those British
Accents in the future…” He said admiring
His hand, opening and flexing it into a fist.
“The world has changed…Old Gods
Dance to a new song…They think we’re
Making the changes? HA…The Beasts
That hide their secrets have been
Doing this since the Roman Empire became
A religion…Justice, truth? Is within
Reach of anyone willing to see it…Maybe
A song will change the world one day…
Songs do answer riddles, remember?” He
Sighed and turned to Ceres… “Please impart
The closing words…”

“Dare I speak to reason with them?”
She said. “You said once my words
Could move mountains? Sound evokes
Movement…A sonic slip could trigger
An accident, unknown cause of course…
By secret societies of course…I would
Still watch the sea, the birds…
If anyone wants to pay attention…
The ones who pay attention…are
Perhaps the bravest of all…But the
Ones who know before hand…You really
Would not want to make them mad
Would you?”
They smiled together…

The bumpy twisty ride…
The swirls of wind…
The songs of the sea…
The box opens…Time to change the locks…
Again.

Valiant.
My artwork: Temptation

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 14MAY2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (14 May 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Thunder and Lightning…Warnings…Messages in the Mirror…

*SONG* “Rocky Mountain High” by John Denver
(The lyrics are the key!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op9ND6-c-Dg

The tide has turned…
Why waste time…Everyone knows, or should
That this time of the year shapes the months
To come…
Perhaps that’s because secrets meant
To control things are conducted between April
And May…and typically, in the past…
They have worked…but
This time the Air is different…
The moods are different…

I’ve written many times of signs and experiences
That have occurred to me before these posts
Started…More than anyone I questioned, doubted,
I didn’t care…didn’t want to see, didn’t want
To do this…And time and time again…
It was thrown in my face…
There were so many things it was ridiculous…

I would feed the chickens…
A falcon, a kestrel…and a hawk
All in the same tree…would watch me every
Time I came outside…
Then they would fly off and a giant
Golden Eagle would arrive…sit on the fence post
And watch me…It would stare…
I would stare…It made me nervous…
These birds of prey disappeared when I went inside.
They never touched the chickens…?
Hummingbirds would hover in my face…
It was like the birds were trying to talk to me…

The Voice…watch the Birds, the Bees, the Trees…
His voice…by now you know who I mean…
Her voice…they’re talking to you, the animals know…
And when she talks…you listen.
Everyone wants answers, they don’t want riddles…
I chose to do it because I couldn’t live without
Doing anything after everything that happened…
The common person has questions…
The man in black has questions…
The questions drive me nuts because
Myself, I never asked them…I didn’t want to know.

The leaders and the powers scheme…
They think they have it all together…
It was bound, destined to break…
Prolonging it only makes it worse.

First it was Knocks, then a Mayan clock…
Tick Tock…then Bells…Now its Thunder…
These are things to know for this moment…
In time…May…The Month of May…
The Earth has moved…
Tornado Alley is now in the Southern States…
Texas, Louisiana…Florida…
The Fury of Force of Air, Tornadoes…
Those are the states to watch.

The Quakes? The Earth is a Time Bomb…
The Ring of Fire is now a clock…
And as the quakes grow and move around
The clock…They peak…Again, Tick Tock…Boom…
The Fact is this, the Yellowstone Caldera
Is by far paramount…if it goes, the world’s
Fate is screwed…Therefore…THEY…
Will seek to soothe it First by Far…
In other words…the Pressure that must
Be released must then come from other
Sources…Understand?
Thus, the unlikely vent becomes the greatest
Threat…Asia and South America…cracked.

Distractions come conveniently in an election year…
For the decisions of the savior to win the vote…
Will the election save anyone? Will the Money
Save anyone? Have these promises been kept YET?
Only people can save the people…
If fear and frustration consume you…
Then they have won…If you want to complain
And give up, that’s fine. Then get out of the way
For those who don’t want to give up.
It’s never going to get easier.
This is an era of endurance, inspiration, dedication…
That’s the way to win.
That’s why they reach out with the stories.
See the signs, Find your inner strength,
Don’t let anything stop you.
Ignore the distractions…And go For it.
These posts have taken their Toll…
This one is different, as you probably guessed.

Many read these posts and make some
Varied opinions…dissecting them in every possible
Way…The artwork as well…
Why? Who are they? Are they real?
Because there is something so different about
These posts unlike anything else online…
He keeps going…Why? Where’s the point?
I’ve had help, that’s why…there’s your answer.
It’s their way of reaching through
The barricade, the walls…And when I’ve
Reached the end, when I can’t write anymore
I will reveal the Final Secret, that only they
Know, that Kathy and those I lost knew…
That the angel knew…and that you ultimately
Won’t believe…but it’s very true.

Everything is different this year…
Many have written me and feel it…
This post is different because…whatever he
Put in my head…opened again, is changing me
Again…this always happens with a trigger…
And while Rana, Varence and Ceres have many
Heavy words to say…right now they’re
Shocked and angry…

So with the Original style I appeal to the
Eyes and ears out there…These warnings
To consider this May…

Dear Secret Agent Man…
About a month ago…People,
Scientists of metaphysics from a parallel
Earth tried to rip the soul out of my body
And place it into the ‘me’ of that dimension
As he was dying…to save him…
Obviously it didn’t work…it backfired
Because he died…along with their world…
I’m only telling you this to warn you because
Before I was able to break Free…
I saw what was happening to their Earth…

I saw a major highway with Mountains in
The distance…Suddenly, as the cars were riding
The road something happened and they began
Floating…aimlessly floating, spinning, twirling…
Through the air…people were screaming…
ATVs spun with riders terrified…loose
Sand and gravel rose with rocks…birds had
No control in the sky…even the ground
Seemed to buckle…with a terrible sound…
Even the clouds and sky above seemed to
Be coming apart…it was as if gravity
Was lost and everything lost its grip…
WARNING…

Now I have his memories…That Earth
Was more advanced…as our scientists know
Already…But then again who am I to say this…
It’s not as if I know about sonic technology
Or the manipulation of the weather…when, why
Or how…
Honestly professors do you think your equations
Are pulling off miracles…or is a higher power…
Powers…acting beyond your perception to keep
Things glued together for their own reasons…
Their own…project?

The answers have always been in the crop circles…
You don’t have to play games making excessive
Fake ones to keep anyone from finding out
What they’re saying in Formulas…
Mathematics is a tedious, ridiculous concept.
By the way, they don’t bother with such
Things when they simply know the answer.

Will it happen to this Earth?
Let me put it this way…they like keeping
You busy…just like you Enjoy distracting
The population…ha ha.
So all your little secret groups can keep
Running around…plotting…hiding…
It won’t make any difference…

If you would simply cooperate and do the
Right things…the kind things…
You may just find the solutions come easier…
And problems start disappearing…
But it’s always about the Money and Power…
The Gods of Earth…Allies to the Overseers
Who lie, lie, lie…
I realize it’s hard to sit at a desk…to read,
Analyze and make deduction from limited
Skills…but you must realize this whole process
Is them trying to be kind…kinder then
You deserve.
One side plays the Gold, the money card…
One side plays the Yellowstone card…
Others traffic flesh and oil…
While others gamble with anything they can
To stay in the game…it’s all pointless,
Even your newest agents know this.
Everyone’s reaching to find the greater ally,
The greater power…
The greatest want nothing to do with you…
That’s why they wanted the posts written,
The stories told.
You screwed up big time this year with your
Rituals in April…The Alpha and Omega…
The story carvings on the temple wall?
I mean seriously…
This time, by entreating your offerings
You also summoned his greatest enemy…
That’s why my tone is different…
Because you screwed it all up.

Stop wasting time talking about the banks
And elections…The secrets within secrets…
The weather will tell you all you need to know…

So now, lets move on…
She, her voice, still guides and remains the
Ambassador in control…Rana…
“Tell them…” She insists… “Of the Mirror…”

Some time ago…Forgive me, my mind is confused
With time…Probably because some science team
Somewhere dabbled with time manipulation
By a device they negotiated for…

Rule #1…When a world power negotiates by offering
The population as subject matter for experiments…
The Greater powers lose all respect for you…
And then the Titans in power all become
Pawns in a multilayer game by Higher Powers…
The rules change as needed…so you never can
Predict the outcome…
Ancient and Ascended masters understand this…

Now…The Mirror…It was a night in the spring,
Everything always seems to happen in March and April…
Like normal, as normal can be…
I went to bed…It was a restless sleep…
I got up at some point in the middle of the
Night…in a dream, or was I awake?
I couldn’t tell the difference…
I went to use the bathroom…
Without turning on the lights, you know how
It works…You know your way in the night…
But when I opened the bathroom door…
Something was different…The Light…
The Mirror over the sink…was flickering?
Static snow like from the television…
I was like, ‘What the hell?’
I was locked, fixed on it…as the snow
Flashed to become a picture…
A transmission?
There was a woman, Regal, fair skinned…
Dark hair, richly dressed in a gown…
I don’t remember jewelry…but there was an
Intense sense of power, royalty…a simple
Looking crown…I was mesmerized…
She spoke as if to address a specific group?
As best I can, here is what she said,
“Greetings, we are reaching out to you in the
Hopes of rectifying a situation grown grievously
Out of control…Forgive us, but we are
Trying to correct this as best we can…
You need to know that we did not intend
For your lives to have been disrupted…
But we were assured that our treaty was
To benefit your world and all worlds…
But this was seriously betrayed.
We now know that those in power who
Conducted negotiations sought only to maintain
Their own positions and in fact further their
Own power in the universe to gain stronghold
In an alliance of worlds…seeking to
Spread their own corruption without end.
We are not fools, it became clear immediately
What they were doing…So we are forced
To act accordingly.
They were given a technology that can alter
Time and events…it was intended to save
Your world, not abuse it…
Again, we apologize…as this resulted in the
Unfortunate interference of your lives,
Your purpose and mission which we highly
Respect and desperately need…But it was
For hope…and we were misled.
We apologize…Please know THIS WILL AND
IS BEING CORRECTED…
They will attempt to fight this, but they
Can not…not for long…
As we have brought in outside assistance
From other galaxies to assist us…
Please understand, and be reassured…
Your lives WILL CHANGE and resume
Their natural course…
When and as this occurs,
It will happen fast…and even violently…
Your purpose is paramount now and you
Must proceed…You will be assisted…
As this happens, what it means…
Is that the original timeline of events
Must be reinstated…This requires
That previously averted disasters resume,
They may even be worse…
The signs to watch for are the weather,
Revolutions in world governments, the removal
Of corrupt leaders and authority…without
Warning…That is why prophetic visions during
This time will be chaotic, unpredictable
As they will be constantly changing
As they fight to maintain control…
The time manipulation device may yield
Effect in part, but by large will be futile
As the original Timeline grows stronger
All things will be inevitable…
For this concerns not just your world
But ALL WORLDS…
These events must occur.
You will find people ripped from your life
Suddenly return…as well as those not belonging
To and corrupting your life quite suddenly
Disappearing…Lives will change suddenly…
Even overnight you will awake to changes…
Even memories will be altered…
Find strength in yourselves, in your inner light
And dreams and persevere…as we are with you…
Please know that we apologize for what
We have done. But we can and will FIX THIS.
There will be no compromises…
As the events escalate you will see The Truth…
It cannot be stopped. The original Timeline
Must be re-established…however harsh it will come…
We can only hope together…that the Final outcome
Will bring us All to the salvation we seek.
Believe. Persevere…You will succeed…
We hope to see you all in the conclusion.
Until then…Fair well our Friends.”

Then she was gone…And I was left
Standing there in the greatest shock…
What the hell was that?
So I went back to bed wide-eyed
Telling myself I was dreaming…It was dream…

But you know what happened…
World events…The weather…
Anomalies…Fireballs…Volcanoes…
Rebellions, revolutions…Invasions of foreigners…
What is normal anymore?
Was she right? You decide…
Personally I just want to have a quiet
Boring normal life with a ranch some place safe
In a world going crazy. I’m tired of it.

And now, this address…From Rana…
I have to write this in stages…recently contact
Has been unstable as they are unhappy
With the events of April, and this process must be
Constantly corrected…

So this is her message…
The view is abstract, a hazy golden light…
Double vision, echoing resounding words…
Beneath the golden light of the bridge…
Her brilliant cat-like shimmery yellowy-golden eyes
Are fixed, piercing…her expression Fierce…
“The others remain in constant conference,”
She said as I heard overlapping whispers of
Their voices…everything feels a mess… “Nothing
Has changed as far as your goal here…
There are some things that need to be told…
But you must know current forces on all sides
Are peaking and clashing…The changes must
Come…and they are fighting it more than ever…
Unfortunately as you were warned by the
Queen in the mirror…this means events will
Worsen…We can not predict exact outcomes at
This time as the timelines are unstable…
Breakthroughs are coming, however slowly…

But for now I wish to express, or rather
Share a more specific message from VIR’riel…
At this time…He is one of few words
As you know, but when he speaks I do
Insist that you listen.”

At that the hazy form of The Great Lion Man
Emerged from the shadowy blur to stand beside
Her…He was, is, absolutely magnificent to behold…
Golden, his great mane in itself is like some
Furry crown…beyond that of the lions we know…
His race on two feet is just massively impressive
And makes you feel like a smaller being when
They are in front of you…
His expression was solid, more than animal, more
Than man…beyond words…And those eyes…
They grab and hold you with mighty intelligence…
A telepathic connection you cannot deny…

All that he would offer was this, “I am not
Here to rescue…only observe…”

“They want the Tomb.” Rana explained for him,
Becoming his voice then. “The Tomb of the Lost
Lion Man…bound to Earth…While he would speak
With you, Bill…in this address he will not speak
To what he, they, would term commoners of Earth.
Long ago,” Rana explained for him as they
Exchanged silent words… “There were Lion Men
On Earth…The slaves of the Empire…The males
Were the brute slaves, but there were mystics,
Shamans of their Temples that kept their
Kind in order…
The women, lionesses, were stripped away…
Only few were kept alive for breeding…The
Males were bred for labor for their size and
Strength and various abilities…
Some what you would call psychic, they could
Control nature…And were often used this way
In conquering worlds for their masters…

“Their original Temple was a great Lion…What
Is now the Sphinx…An ascended master of their
Fathers was known there…one of the last and
Greatest of their kind…Taken by ritual
Sacrifice before the rebellion…His spirit remains
Trapped there as this is how the Dark Kind
Fed off slaves…Not only from their physical
Bodies, but souls as well…In flesh they feed
Off fear, primal emotions…Like lust…
Souls taken in sacrifice can remain
Bound to a tomb until they are freed…
It is an endless torment for them…
This is how the Dark Kind finds power, through
Enslaved souls…
He will see this Ascended Master’s Spirit freed…
And insists that the secrets your world hide
Of their race be brought to light…
Or they will tear it out if they have to…

They do not see the Earth as a suffering
Slave world as his people were abused…They
Knew they were abused and resisted…
Too many on Earth, he says, embrace
This slave mentality you have been raised
With, and until they open their eyes they
Are not worthy of assistance. Too few are
Aware, too many embrace decadence
And ignorance…They would rather live
With blind ignorance and see things continue
Than open their eyes to the universe…
And so he just does not wish to command
Assistance…However some of his people have
Reached out to some of yours…
They see through the Eyes of Cats…
Your feline’s erratic behavior reflects this…
Eyes of theirs’ are always open…
They shun the ignorance…And embrace
Their independence…This is the nature of
The Lion Men…

“He wants the great Hairless one to
Release knowledge of his race…The men
Hiding the true history of the ancients should
Confess truth before the Great Quakes
Break their monuments…When the world
Turns, and it will, unto the new system
By then it will be too late…and they
Will then have no respect for commoners
Of Earth…Aside from those they have
Chosen to contact, which of course remain
The exception…
They have made their choices, and will
Accept no more new contacts…or those
Worth saving…”
Rana studied his face, he seemed to rumble
This low vibrating almost inaudible growl…
“He wishes to stress, they are not here to
Save a race that refuses to open its eyes…
They are here to witness…the End of
The Dark Empire…And they want to make
It clear the Lion Men have not been
Erased from history and will again return
To the thrones they commanded in the
Vastness of Space…The End of the Dark
Empire shall witness the Rebirth of the
Realm of the Lion Men, and they will
Laugh at this defeat…
Make no mistake it will happen…
The Lion Men will return…
And not Nibiru or some False Alliance
Of the Dark Kind will stop them…
They have learned their lessons of trust
From mistakes in the past and will not
Make those mistakes again.
Choose sides carefully…They do not forget
And they do not forgive so easily.”

VIR’riel seemed content with this, then Rana
Smiled and turned with great content to me.
“I believe that was said clear enough.” She
Smiled wide and wildly. “Don’t worry you’ve
Done well. Let them ponder these things
A while…Not every message will be granted
Great length. And one day, believe me, it will
Conclude. Just remember…not everyone
Is going to be happy…But we have studied
Your history…better than yours have
Their own…When has great change ever
Been embraced in the past? Your people
Once thought the world was flat.” She
Laughed.

“People still laugh at your religions…There
Are many that would rather engage in
Gathering material things then gain
Spiritual knowledge…
And one thing I would like to make clear…
We do respect different opinions…We have
Listened far longer than anyone…This is
Our first outreach of communication…
You always have to listen before you speak…
And no, we were never incarnated on Earth
Before…that notion is ridiculous…Yes, reincarnation
Happens…But we have never been here like
That before…There are other worlds out there…
As you will one day see. Please be aware of
This. Many of them are so amazing…You
Will be surprised how many suddenly
‘Embrace’ them when they discover them…
I wonder how many will find the words…
Oh, it was never a vision of Earth at all?”
She laughed.

“Rest now, and let things settle into this
New month of your time of May…” She
Smiled a farewell as the light faded…

Watch the torrents of wind to the South…
Something of the Sea will shake
The World…Seasons will continue to
Surprise…And the new dawn will arise
This is a time of great changes…
Don’t trust the News…
Again I say, Watch the Birds,
The Bees, the Trees…They will understand.

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=46163

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 7MAY2016

 

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (7 May 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: The Echoes of Thunder…Lightning…The Gods of Rome…

*SONG* “O Holy Night” by Charlotte Church
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUjJi0l_hOY

Miracles…and many splendid things of nature…
Few notice these things…
The coming storm…The ground shakes…
Earthquakes…animals sense the turbulence
In the Earth before it comes…
Little children notice things the greatest
Scholars never see…Why?
Is innocence granted a greater sixth sense?
Are there common laws of nature we have
Yet to understand?

Why with all the miracles of science, medicine
And the most skilled people…do we have
Dogs on rescue units…to aid the disabled…
To work as service dogs with the law?
They’re just dogs…animal shelters are full…
Explain that with no guilt at all.

The world can end with the press
Of one button in one day.
But it can’t be saved in one day.
Miracles exist…They do not have to be obvious…

Bathed in golden white light stood a
Woman of gentle confidence and royal beauty…
With coral-like colored curly hair and
Shimmery crystal blue eyes in a white robe
And dress…Evangella, 2nd daughter to the
Lost king…of the 9 sisters…
She held her hands humbly before her as if
To pray…to make this statement to the eyes,
Ears and mind of the reader…
“The Great Spirit of the Creator
Moves in ways…that are a wonder, defying
Explanation…the mystery is not to challenge…
But to find faith in the hearts and souls
Of flesh and the mind in a physical world…
Faith is the purest strength of spirit
Without ego…Faith moves mountains…
With it there is a guiding light that takes
Us home…home…where we come from,
Where we go to…and where we find our
Peace and absolution…

Find your faith…and you will find your road
Home…No matter what happens…
That’s what you really want isn’t it?
All those questions…have but one simple
Answer…They always have.

2,000 years ago…There were 5 great
Miracles on Earth…
Proclaimed first by annunciation by
Angels, beings of light…in 5 far star
Corners of a world…being reborn…
There were choirs of divine voices
Singing joyful songs of this…but only
Nature heard the song, and smiled and cried
At these births…
In Bethlehem…Ethiopia…Tibet…
Inverness…and a place of what is now
And near a place known as Gallup, New Mexico.

So few noticed or sensed it…not then,
Nor when it happened again…somewhat
Recently…” She smiled a gentle glowing smile.
“You have the right to sense this, or not.
The point to my telling this is but for
One reason only…The rules are different
This time…2,000 years ago the world was
Being crudely forged…and judged accordingly.
Now is an entirely different matter…
There will be no crucifixions…
It’s not about worship…no one religion is being
Judged or praised…
This time its Judgment Day.
Get in the way? Words to argue, to say?
In the arms of justice of it…you may…
Just find the price to pay…is hell.
Think about it. Think very carefully.”

Now…Back to then…on the ship of the watchers.
A masterfully guarded Secret Order,
The team assigned to Earth stood in awe
As the view screen showered a brilliant effervescent
White light so bright upon the bridge that
All seemed beyond conception…
The light cascading something marvelous
And divine…upon them, for those that had
The sense to see it…open eyes see many
Things others can not…

Apollo, Ceres and Camlo stood in wonder
Silently staring into the light…Their
Higher minds captivated by the rarest of
Miracles…occurring on this savage
Slave planet Earth…

None of them could speak, they could only
Stare, watch, study…take in every precious
Moment…The births, 5, scattered among
More humble lands…apart from the bully
Civilizations…
Was it real? Such things never happen.
They can not be forced or created…
These miracles are by the whim of the
Divine…Heaven is never commanded by
Mortal physical laws. Fate, destiny is decreed
By Higher Forces…by will of the Creator…
The mystery sought to study and solve
By all things in the universe…
The light is indescribable…words can only
Meagerly offer minor reflection…

Ceres was the first to step closer to the
Screen, Camlo and Apollo could not move. Her
Jaw open with awe… “How can they not
Notice this?” She asked, demanded. “How
Can they call themselves alive and not feel
It happening?”

Apollo stood at the screen, his ego completely
Gone…He was almost terrified with respect…
“They are consumed by themselves…” He said.
“Who sees miracles if it is not strictly
For them, especially those plundered by
The Empire…or those building a new world.
Civilization is always blindly threatened
By what it can not control.” He stepped
Up beside her. “If they would accept it, it
Would be to surrender Ego to a greater power…”

“They move about too much,” Camlo added.
“Flowers, plants, trees…stand still and see
Everything…Moving things, Travelers see
What they want to see…And what happens
By chance when they do notice something rare,
Of beauty, a miracle…such as a Flower?
They pluck it for their momentary pleasure…
And then it dies.”

Apollo nodded at Camlo. “You do have a very
Rare insight…Nothing can exist without the
Simple motionless fauna…nourishing vegetation
Is bound to the Earth, not to move…To serve
Life in various ways…Food, air to breathe…
Taken for granted…Always…Taken.”

Ceres sighed with watery eyes as the light
Began to fade, the miracle finishing its
Eventful birth…and thus ebbing softly to
Blend in to its surroundings…so obviously
Hidden to be like everything. “How can
They not see?” She insisted. “We watch for
This purpose, wait for it. And now we are to
What, sit by and allow it to be consumed…
By civilization? By Rome?”

“It is too early to tell the fate of this.”
Apollo told her… “We can only watch, we
Have to, we must.”

“Play an invisible part to witness this?”
Ceres asked. “If civilization here fails
This test…then it deserves to die.”

Camlo returned to his seat and
Work quietly…The light was nearly gone
Now…and he had to return to his duties.
“A rare gift…But how do we remain calm
After this?”

“All meaning changes.” Apollo added.

“It is a treasure more than just a
Gift.” Ceres insisted, but then she did love
Babies so. “One that must be preserved,
Protected!”

“We watch only!” Apollo told her, ordered
Firmly. “This is their path…We learn from its
Ways.”

“By what?” Ceres turned to stand face to
Face strongly… “Rome? That vile and
Revolting city land! The bullied wisdom
They have…Their hormonal daily lives…Can
You not see the coming storm in this?”

“Not everywhere!” Apollo corrected. “Some
Of those lands have potential…”

“Some?” Ceres laughed. “Are you joking?
All of them are important without measure!”

“So we pay attention and do what we must.”
He told her… “We must…”

“Again I say these rules are
Impossible!” She crossed her arms in
Front of her, tapping her foot angrily. “Have
You learned nothing?”

“You are too temperamental.” Apollo told her.
“You can not plot to intervene without
Seeing the promised intent…the long term
Effects.”

“Oh I see the weight of Rome’s confidence…
And where it is climbing.” Ceres told him…
“That bully needs to be put in its place.”

“And you would forsake the purpose
Of miracles…To punish Rome?” He asked.

“They worship idols!” Ceres shouted. “They
Name gods for every move and gesture
Just to appear blessed!”

“Ceres!” He commanded loudly.

“Do not shout at me.” She informed him
With a coldness in her eyes…as she stood
Defiant to anything he would say. “You
Can not even wear clothes.”

He laughed. “I admit, my reasons are
…Unique.”

“You flatter yourself.” She said.

“I ask only…to wait,” he said, “to see
How it goes. To give it a chance to progress.
“It has only just begun…”

“The weight of such things, these miracles,”
Ceres went on impatiently strolling about,
“That such gifts and blessings are imparted
On such savage worlds…I will never
Understand why Heaven touches worlds
In barbaric state with this…this way.”

“It is the way things are.” Apollo sighed,
Retreating to sit in his chair. He did
Appreciate the event…he only wanted time
To see how it would unfold.

Camlo said nothing but did glance at
Their discussion…He seemed quietly
Entertained by their dramatic reactions.

Ceres paused to stare at the view screen as
It returned to a calmer vision of the blue
And green Earth, a simple looking
Planet from space… “Watchers…this
Is a tormented assignment…to witness
Something…” She shook her head in
Frustration. “To do nothing…is awful.”

“To step in and guide,” Apollo said
Quietly, amazing himself with reason, “Then
They learn nothing. If you immediately
Give them all the help and answers they
Need…They never learn…Then they
Become dependant spoiled brats…They
Might as well sit there and do nothing
Then…vainly expecting everything they
Desire to be handed right to them.”

“Such as Rome.” Ceres said flashing and
Blinking her eyes sarcastically. “Bullies…
Build a world, glamorize it…Then force
All to do it their way…They ignore anything
That does not fit their purpose…”

“Are you acting any different?” He dared
To ask. “You are saying your way is best,
Are you not?”

“I only want to protect this gift, that
Is all.” Ceres told him. “Not tell them
What to do. I’m afraid for them…”

Apollo solemnly watched her…her expression.
She was sincere, he knew that. “What
Can we do? It is not our world, only
Our post…We are only granted this
Perspective above…or else we too would
Never know.”

Ceres stood thinking on his words, her
Thoughts, the past they knew… “That
All worlds are touched this way…
Is a blessing and curse.”

“Curse?” Apollo asked.

“They say…” Ceres said with longing, the
Desire to understand, “We are taught to
Watch so that we may understand where
We come from…where we go…what is
Possible…Faith, hope…love…”

“True.” He only said, looking down.

She turned to him. “How often have
You heard of happy endings? By this I mean.”

“With divine intervention?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Apollo thought slowly, then answered sadly.
“Not often…most commonly, as you know,
We are taught it often comes with harsh
Lessons.”

“Exactly.” Ceres nodded.

“But these miracles,” Apollo said, gesturing
Towards the view screen, “These divine
Gifts, the Hand of God…They are
Protected, they are of no normal birth…
They come with a mission most are
Never born with.”

Ceres shook her head. “I still feel the
Overwhelming need to protect them.” She
Then lowered her brow towards the view
Of Earth. “That world is primal, scarred
By the Empire…Savage…The Darkness
That dwells there…This is no simple
Evolving planet…It was colonized,
Then invaded, conquered and re-shaped…”

“And Heaven is reaching to touch them
As it would anywhere else,” Apollo
Said, “To simply extend its hand to
Give them the chance to see it exists,
What can exist…and what various
Potential it has.”

Ceres laughed at him. “The great Apollo,
Suddenly he is the voice of reason? The
Boy that mocked all things taught to
Him…The man who stripped to his
Bare skin to taunt me…Proclaims words
Of limitless understanding?”

“Taunt you?” Apollo scowled. “It’s not
All about you. It’s not all about them.
I removed my uniform to refuse the
Rules so that I could think!”

“The Great Thinker.” She said.

“The Free Man.” He explained. “That
All should have equal chance…I am
Not declaring myself better than
Anyone, nor my views! Everyone
Should be allowed that equal freedom,
Should they not?”

Ceres fought to react…his reasons were
Sounds. “What am I allowed to say?”

“I know you are frustrated.” He said.
“Give it a chance.”

She stared fearfully at the planet… “That
World…The way it’s growing…I have
Only studied the animals…They are
Marvelous…And now I have only but
Glimpsed its early…civilizations…And
I do not like it. I do not like watching
How…these people…evolve…It has
Been brutal enough…When the Elvar
Came, and their superiority…This
Constant stance of superiority, and
The oppression of the lesser ones…In
The animal kingdoms it’s harsh enough.
Civilization is a bully…and humans
Are puppets…Did we all come from this?
It’s disturbing!”

Apollo nodded. “It clearly is.”

“And what they’re doing…in Rome…”
Ceres said with grief, “This whole
Manner of worship…To entreaty Gods…
The spiritual manipulation…is an
Abomination! They make sacrifices!
To entities that by most do not
Exist…And this whole gory patronage
To Baal! That serpent devil! The
Servants of Baal, the Cabaal…
The blood offerings of innocence, the
Young, pure, untouched…The ceremonies
And ritual abuse in his name to bind
Favors to that…thing…is horrifying!
That temple should be burned!”

“They do not know how ancient that Evil
Is.” Apollo told her. “They do not know,
They think they know…They don’t.”

She kept staring at the screen. The
Intuition of her senses flooding her
Mind with visions. “That world is going
To grow worse, I can see it…Influenced
By that devil, all those dark spirits
And dark kind…Corrupt, masking
Itself with luxurious things to envy…
Enslaving minds with greed and lust…
Innocence will be some toy to abuse
And use…And Bullies will rule the
World…I can only imagine what
Will happen when technology falls
Into their hands. Metahumans?
Metamonsters!” She shook her head
“The Plague of Space.”

“You know there is the chance for
Potential.” Apollo firmly said. “You know
What your sisters said…The chance to
Defeat the Empire…When they produce
The right arrangement of DNA in
Offspring…Salvation may come in future
Generations…We but only need to wait…
Watch…listen…learn…”

“Suddenly your mind finds greater
Patience than mine!” Ceres exclaimed.

“Again, I say…What would you do?”
Apollo asked.

Ceres stood strong…her mind working
Furiously to find ideas. There had to be
Some possible path to find…Yet her mind
Stood apart from others…She was still
At heart, the Mother Bear. “I would
Rather prefer the animals to teach
Lessons…That those who saw the love
And respect in them would find greater
Wisdom and grace…in those I would
Find hope…”

“You would see the potential in an animal
Lover?” Apollo laughed. “Now those are
Brave words…But they exist in the simple
Lands…But not in Rome…”

“Yes,” she agreed, “Rome is the greatest
Threat…They stand above all the others…
And so we should make appeal to the
Top itself…”

“You speak of the Roman leaders,” he
Said to her, leaning forward in his seat,
“The thirteen families that form their
Government and rule their world? You
Would make an appearance to their
Senate?”

“Well not directly of course,” Ceres
Said, “To their dreams, yes…through
What affects them most…Their oracles…
The vessels of their desire that tempt
Them and their decisions.”

Apollo smiled, fought to laugh, and rested
His elbow on his knee. “Now that
Is interesting…The idea? How then? Or
Who? Should I dare speak a name…”

Ceres eyed him sideways silently with a
Smile…her intent clear…

“Magnus.” Apollo said…he knew, he saw
It in her eyes. He didn’t have to guess
Due to recent events.

“Yes.”

Apollo laughed. “You suggest to change
The fate of things by making appeal
To the mind of a man with fragmented
Soul?”

“The Man is a beast.” Ceres said. “He
Should be broken.”

Apollo shook his head. “I do not have
A good feeling on this…The risk at making
Such a reach at all…You know they
Sense our tinkering already…We can not
Leave the ship! To make a further, greater
Attempt by speaking to one of such
Influence like that…We will condemn
Ourselves to the confinement of this ship forever!”

“What would you do?” Ceres laughed.
“Find some scribe to write a book
About all of this? To paint pictures on
A wall? Write poetry or songs to change
The world? A minority you would affect
At least! Even then, those that would
Listen…would sit and scratch their
Heads for days to find reason to
Believe you…They would ration doubt
And personal ideas first before seeing
Anything in plain sight! They can
Not even look out their front doors
And see what is happening! Or barely
Remember the day before! Their logic
Is corrupted by self-misery and indulgence…
Few can see past that!”

Apollo had to nod…That was true in
Most places…What she said was so true…
Story telling is an artful risk…of delicate
Timing…No one wants to do it. Such
Things are a suicidal mission. “So how
Do we do this then?”

“You are the master at timing, aren’t you?”
Ceres asked, waving her hand.

“Your idea, my suggestion on timing?”
He laughed. “You ask me?”

“You always have said the timing must
Be so precise, with the right choice…”
She tilted her head at him. “If it were
Written, if you were to command the
Words…how would you do it? Too soon,
It’s wrong…too late is a bad mistake…
Your riddles with time would drive anyone
Insane!”

“Then what are you saying to do?”
He insisted.

“Sometimes you just have to react!” She
Told him, stepping closer. “Sometimes
You can not hesitate…”

A cynical expression filled his face. “So
You say it then and I will follow.”

Her eyebrows arched with delight.
“We bring him here…To stand before
Us through a dream…Then impart
Waking ideas.”

“To the ship, here?” He laughed. “You’re
Bold.”

Camlo turned to watch them with shock,
But said nothing.

“Do it now,” she said, “Scan for the
Moment when he is asleep, then use
The astral crystals to bring his mind
Here…”

Apollo fought the words for a few seconds,
Then did as Ceres requested… “I have him
Asleep…with his slave…”

Ceres sighed with disgust. “Have him
Dream some attire then, I do not wish
To see more of the low-life than needed.”

Apollo set the panel coordinates…studied
The appropriate manner of the dream, then
Suddenly…right before them stood a
Finely robed Roman Magnus…

The bridge was quiet at first…Ceres stood
Beside Apollo as he sat in the Captain’s chair
As they watched the confused Earth man…
The scene was intimidating, for even by
Roman standards. The bridge with its brightly
Colored shimmering lights and dynamic
Structure appeared…quite heavenly for
Any mortal man…

Magnus stood in the center of the room
Beneath a pale bluish-white light; the
Light that held and summoned him. He was
Not nervous at all, arrogance kept his posture
And chin high…he was only confused. His
Eyes fell on the mighty chiseled tall
Man in the throne-like seat before
Him…and the exquisitely beautiful
Blond woman in the red dress beside him.
There was no language barrier as he asked,
“Where am I? What is this?”

Camlo watched quietly, deliberately silent.

Ceres was the first to speak as she folded
Her arms. “Dare to guess?”

“Before the Gods?” He asked, hopeful.

Ceres turned to Apollo to answer that…
Smiling wickedly.

Apollo lowered his brow intensely, trying to seem
As imposing as possible. “We watch your world,
That I can tell you.”

“The Gods then,” Magnus said with solid
Voice; the man never trembled. “I am—“

“We know who you are, Magnus.” Ceres
Told him strongly. “Do you think we
Would summon someone at random?”

“You know me?” Magnus seemed pleased.

Ceres was not at all happy with his ego.
“Quite well…if you had a worthy head
That worked you would show more
Humility.”

“What?” Magnus asked.

“She only means to say we have some things
To discuss with you.” Apollo said, holding
His hands out beside himself before her as if to
Temper her attack. “We just wish to have
Words.”

“Well of course,” Magnus said with pride,
“I am the voice and law of Rome…As
You wish.”

Ceres laughed. “The man speaks with
Immediate ego. Have you ever seen
Such a thing from one so small of mind?
If your Zinn were here…the performance
Would be ridiculous!”

“Performance?” Magnus asked. “Zinn?”

Apollo shook his head. “It’s nothing…
We wish to discuss this…manner of Rome
With you…Ceres, here, in particular…”

“Ceres!” Magnus declared. “The mighty
Goddess of Spring? The animals! The
Oracles never spoke of her vision of
Beauty…”

“Please,” Ceres frowned. “Offer no flattering
Words…Nothing you could say would impress
Me.”

Magnus was confused. “Then why am I
Here if not to partake and share with
You wisdom? Are you here to praise me?
Or foretell punishments you wish on
Rome?”

Apollo and Ceres eyed each other. “The
Way he thinks is disturbing.” She said.
“They will write novels on his ego one
Day!”

“Magnus,” Apollo directed, “Why do you
Speak this way? Why do you measure
Rome the master over the world. What has
Moved you to do this?”

“Moved me?” Magnus asked. “We Romans
Stand alone above all others. We are not
Untamed barbarians…ravaging the countryside.
We are and will build a civilization to rule
The world…Isn’t that the wish of the
Gods for Rome?”

Ceres could hardly refrain her disgust. “No
It is not. Nor would any god wish for a
Bully to trample innocence for pleasure
Or indulgence.”

He was confused. “But Rome is of the Elite.”

“Magnus,” Apollo fought to laugh. “Why
Do you insist on controlling all things?”

“They are beneath us.” Magnus answered.

“Do you hear him?” Ceres scoffed. “Do
You hear his voice speak as though it
Were the sun and the moon and stars?
Apollo tell him!”

“Apollo?” Magnus said with praise. “Ah,
Of course the Perfect one of the Gods!
Of course!”

Ceres could hardly control herself. “I may
Lose my voice to screams! Perfect? Of
Course? Who fueled this insanity? Where
Did he find your name?”

Apollo was curious himself…though he had
Watched the mortal world, he knew the
Oracles influenced all manner of worship.
Still…his name? “How did you hear of
Me? Of us?”

“Perfection is obviously infamous.” Ceres
Laughed. “As is stupidity.”

“The oracles.” Magnus only said. “Do you
Not speak with them?”

They stared at each other for a few
Moments…Ceres and Apollo with puzzled
Intuition. Then it struck them…Something,
The same thing of which influenced Rome
Itself of course…was speaking to these
Oracles… “Do you serve Baal?”

“Why of course, Baal is the Master of all
Things…” Magnus told them. “The Alpha
And the Omega.”

“Omega?” Ceres grew angry. “No he
Is not…That beast is an ancient evil,
One of the oldest of the Fallen…One
Of the very first!”

“Evil?” Magnus questioned. “What is that?”
He laughed. “Evil is but the enemies
Of Rome.”

Ceres nearly spat. “Do you hear this? The
Animals have far more wisdom than this.”

“Magnus,” Apollo said with amazement,
“I have watched your world…your views
Of good and evil are misguided…You do
Not see others fairly.”

“Why should I?” Magnus said. “They are
Beneath me, beneath Rome.”

“The man is an idiot!” Ceres declared.

“You wished to summon this.” Apollo told her.

“I did not expect such immediate stupidity!”
Ceres replied in shock… “I thought for at least
A moment some common word would
Spring from his lips…like, hello.”

“The man is influenced by his upraising.”
Apollo tried to reason.

“You’re making excuses for stupidity now?”
Ceres asked. “The man wearing a drape?”

“You said you know who I was?” Magnus asked.

Ceres jaw dropped. “I have never seen
Anyone like this…so oblivious to the obvious…
It’s all about him!”

“I do not understand.” Magnus said.

Apollo’s eyes widened…He wanted to laugh
But found even that ridiculous… “Magnus, you
Do understand that there are others’
Opinions?”

“Romans of course.” He said.

Ceres could not believe her ears. “You
Were right, I confess…this was an
Unimaginable wasted idea.”

“What words do you wish to impart
Upon me?” Magnus asked. “I do not
Understand.”

“I think we should summon monkeys to
Reason with.” Ceres said. “Or perhaps rats…
Yes, rodents would find greater sense in
The slums of civilization!”

“Slums?” Magnus took offense…He then
Met eyes with Apollo. “Dear Lord your
Woman makes no sense…She is a goddess
Of Rome, and yet considers only its waste?
You really must correct your woman.”

Ceres’ eyes nearly exploded. “What did he
Say? What did that writhing, slimy thinking
Little maggot say to me?”

Apollo held his chair, fearing the moment.
“Consider his manner, Ceres…A young
World…”

“Your woman speaks unjust of me,” Magnus
Said with irritation, “She does not appreciate
My greatness and what I have done for
The Gods and Rome.”

Ceres thought her ears would explode…
“What did he say to me?”

Apollo grew nervous… “I think we
Should allow Magnus to return to his bed
Now…”

“Lord Apollo,” Magnus only went on, “I
Must insist your woman grant me the
Respect I deserve…”

Ceres jaw dropped…
Apollo’s eyes grew wider…The tension grew
Thicker…as he turned towards her…
But she wouldn’t speak, her expression
Remained locked in some frozen state…
Then her silence became more unnerving…
No one spoke…For moments that felt
Like hours this continued…As a furious
Blue flame grew within her eyes…

Then suddenly Magnus vanished…And
The view screen displayed the image of
Their leader, Dorin, who had of course
Been secretly observing it all…He
Immediately reprimanded them. “Have I
Not been clear with my instructions on
Interfering? I clearly expressed what
These rules are…And here you boldly
Invite an innocent naïve soul on board
Our secret vessel to interrogate him
And lay upon him some ideas on how
To change his world?”

Apollo scowled, angry at being disciplined
And angry at Dorin’s indulgently kind
Words of Magnus and Rome. “All orders
Were clear, sir.”

“Then what are you doing?” Dorin asked.

There was a hostile silence as their
Leader waited for a reply.

Ceres suddenly exploded. “Perhaps if
Your race’s extravagantly intelligent
Views on the universe weren’t so fixed…
There would be no need for such positions
Of Watchers…After all it was your
People’s enormous heads that intervened
And spared a once fated reptilian
Race from extinction…allowing them
To not only survive but become the
Scourge and threat of all things!
Then nothing would have suffered
Or needed to be corrected at all.”

Dorin, enraged by her comment, then
Commanded… “You are to be
Confined to the ship silently and
Absolutely from now on until such
Time is ruled otherwise. Do not make
Contact unless instructed, is that
Clear?”
The screen went blank…

Ceres and Apollo eyed each other…

“I am never involving myself in the
Affairs of the people of this world
Again.” Ceres snapped…and she didn’t,
Until…

Apollo sat quietly as she stormed
Out of the room…thinking…
He would pray for miracles and
Chances from then on…That’s how
The silence of their positions began…

Depart to the present…
Just a few words…

Beneath a golden light Rana and
Vala stood…sharing words…
“So much is happening…frothing
To culmination right now on Earth…
If anyone notices…
The wrong ones will be quite easily
Distracted…by anything, blind of course…
In many ways…and will argue
Like children that everything is fine.”
She nodded to Vala.

Vala hummed her siren’s song…
“May, the Merry First…celebrations…
Festivals of Magic…
We know what you’ve been doing…
The rituals…The ceremonies…
The sacrifices…The pleas and curses…
For the troubled hearts
I offer this…
Remember you can break any curse…
Blood, Sweat and Tears…
A drop of Blood by sincere heart…
A drop of Sweat by sincere brow…
A Tear drop, Tears of joy work best…
Though any sincere Tear will do…
Placed upon a candle’s wick…
Light the Flame
White as Light, Bright as Light
And banish all curses of darkness
From thy life…
Let Peace and Prosperity find you
And set you free…and protect you…
The deed will be done…
Mark my words…the age of
Darkness will end…one way or another…
Fight it and wind will blow…
And Freeze.

Valiant

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 30APR2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 April 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: The Echoes of Thunder…The Starchild…In Rome…

*SONG* Invincible by Pat Benatar (You really need to listen to this one.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5A4xBp2rizQ

They say things are written in the stars…
Destiny…but some would argue we choose
Our own fate, our own path…
If that’s the case…then why are
Things decided for us from the day
We are born?

We are taught how to think, what to think…
How to learn…so where’s the choice?
From birth, the home, to school…to how
We enter society…we are individuals, shaped
By our local and home environments…
And so shape our towns, states, countries…
Divided and united we stand…
The strongest, the richest, the most virtuous…
Which is most important?
Do the leaders decide…the leaders or the
Powers behind them?

Again…The question comes…
Destiny or choice?

We are taught a history we, for the most part,
Never saw…We can but only rely
On our most recent elders to tell us the stories…
Which are selectively told; edited, fixed…
If an immortal walked the Earth what
Would they see, tell?
Shouldn’t there just be one book, the truth?

Are the great geniuses the scientists that
Give us technology or those that control
Education…that write and edit the words, works
And books…history? The media?
United we stand…divided we fall?

…And there she stood again…strong. The titan…
Bathed in a golden light…on the mysterious ship…
Rana, her auburn curled hair crown…Eyes
Piercing, flashing like a Thundercat…
“I am not here to serve; I am here to roar.
Make no mistake. If you do not like it, go…
Go somewhere else. You are completely free to
Choose…These are just words, just a story…?
Breathe, think, feel…decide. Paint me a
Picture and tell me why you painted it.
Go to work, do your job and tell me why
You did it? Your world is full of indulgences
And contradictions…And you have all the
Answers that you need…don’t you? Or are
You searching for something? Some missing
Piece of a puzzle that you just can’t explain…
I’ve filled his head with words I confess,
Begging to say things…
Dare to walk, dare to run, dare to chase
A dream…But what are your dreams worth,
Money? That’s what you’re chasing isn’t it?
Truth? What is that?

She pointed to the notebook, “Write it…Tell it…
Share it…Make them feel it…Paint the
Picture with words…in a dream…Shout it…
Roar it…And have all who read it share it…
And dream…doubt…question…wonder…and
Believe…Because there is much you do not know.
Now…tell them the story…of the starchild’s
Coming to Rome.”

Rome…The mighty empire, perhaps the mightiest
Of Earth…that the world has ever known…
And still lives today…
Was born, forged and delivered by bullies…
Cast by the dark one’s serpent seed…
In the form of two brothers…whose abusive
Mind was shaped by traditional education…
Build the bully with a criminal soul to thus
Build its family, own town into a city that
Would serve such a criminal need…
A dark empire to mirror that of the
Master…That unto hardens and corrupts
The universe…
This is how it has always been…
The details and insidious nature revealed by
Its actions…look around you to discover why…

Every nation that you know reflects this…
One definition is impossible because for each
One has its own understanding…
Back…into the past…
For weeks the Roman ship that carried those
Early slaves to the seaside ports to Rome
Struggled on the stormy seas…its human cargo
Dwindling down…lives lost from the agony of
The journey…brought the last of the starchild’s
Villagers…and when at last it landed hard
To deliver them…Hell came with it
From wrath of the watcher’s post.

Throughout the lands of Rome animals had
Gone wild…Horses reared with protest fighting
All command, livestock ran astray…The
Animals of the wild gave grief to all people…
The bees and insects bit and stung. The birds
Flew blind and wild with nuisance…And in
The beast cages of the coliseum, where the
Lions, and bears entertained the crowds by
Mauling the offenders of Rome…The animals
Ran out of control, turned upon the spectators…
Killing dozens…The bears in particular were
Ferocious, tearing the heads off nearly 50
People…For no apparent reason…It was as
If nature were in rage at Rome?
The people feared the gods were angry…
They thought ignorant reasons of course…
Not enough offerings? Disobedient slaves?
Not enough blood?

So the people sought the counsel of the
Oracles…Why were the animals so angry?
The seers cast their visions upward…
And found a name…somehow…
The goddess of nature, Ceres, was angry…
Spare the bears…or see endless
Suffering to Rome…
And so no more bears were held in the
Arena again…
They were stupid people…Still, someone
Whispered something…

At the ports the slave ships emptied their
Surviving cargo…
By chance a powerful man of the
Senate was there that day seeking to
Purchase new slaves for his estate…
The mighty Magnus…well known for
His wealth, wisdom and name…
In other words, a power hungry arrogant
Man who stepped on anyone in his
Way…he had a huge ego…and a very
Big mouth.
Magnus was immediately taken with the
Cargo from Britain…The newest prizes
Taken, and highly sought after by all the
Names in Rome…They brought feisty
Stock, ruddy angry men…perfect for
The blood sports in the arena…and women
Of fair skin, blue eyes…gold and the
Most striking red hair…something they
Had never seen!

There were 10 of the starchild village that
Stood alive in the lines for inspection…
All caught Magnus’s eyes…In particularly
A beautiful strong-willed young woman
With strawberry blond hair and eyes that
Shined like the sea…Corin was her name…
Upon sight of her, he purchased the
Entire lot of the ship just to have her…

None of the slave cargo understood what
Was going on…The language spoken was
So odd and quick sounding…The Romans
Spoke and carried themselves so tall and
Proud…as though everything was beneath
Them. And they were dressed in clothes unlike
They had ever seen…in flashy robes and
Sashes…with sandaled feet and finely cut
And styled hair…They were very well groomed…
They were impressive and imposing to behold…
And impossible to reason with. There was
Nothing humble about them.

But Magnus strut about the port with his
Assistant Corpius, and an entourage of
Meager half-dressed slaves…He kept
Pointing at Corin, “I want that one…
Clean her, have her well dressed for my
Personal attendants to my home…”
He quickly assessed the rest…The men
Were all to be sent to the Arena cages
For the weekend’s sports…Where they
Find selections for who would survive the
Trials to be selected as gladiators…

Any man that survived the trials of the
Arena, which were very few, were then
Sorted and selected and sold to gladiator
Schools…where they would be
Broken in spirit, then instructed in the ways
Of weapons and fighters to entertain
The crowds for the games…

Magnus seemed very pleased with his purchase
That day…wickedly eyeing the lovely Corin…
Who met his eyes nervously…Then he
Departed for his villa…and left the slavers
To do their jobs.

Once purchased all slaves were sent to
Training, aside from the men chosen for
The arena…no need to train them unless
They survived…
The training schools were a gross version
Of the schools of today…Slaves were
Stripped and washed down like cattle
By other slaves…mostly big brute men
That were spared the fate of the arena…They
Were then sparsely dressed, unless otherwise
Ordered; like Corin…and immediately
Taught the harsh ways of obedience by
Whips and the fists of the overseers…
Here they learned more Roman vocabulary…
All spirits were broken…obedience was
Absolute…any that fought were beaten
Severely…There were always those that
Served as brutal examples…and some were
Deliberately beat to death to scare the others
To serve and learn quickly. Once fear
Was established…The lessons moved
Fast…and the slave students were ready
For their master’s home…

For Corin, it was different…
Those that were found of special beauty
Were trained more carefully…less force
Was used…They were forced to watch the
Beatings to gain their fear…This made
It easier to break them down…
Then they were bathed and finely
Groomed and dressed…and taught greater
Manners…a finishing school of sorts…
Where they were taught how to speak, how
To stand and carry themselves respectfully
As they would serve more prominent
Roles as body slaves to their masters…
Personal slaves who often accompanied
Their masters everywhere…

As far as the rules of virtue and
Dignity go…There was one rule for ALL
Slaves…anything goes…The slave was to
ALWAYS accept any request of their
Master…Their bodies belonged to their
Masters…nakedness was irrelevant…
All sexual requests were acceptable…
The notion of rape or abuse did not exist
To the slave…for their lives meant
Only what their masters said they were
Worth.

For slaves chosen of more special prize, such
As Corin’s class…it was slightly different…
These slaves were owned…To be handled
Not by anyone but only ONE…and that
Would be the one they were bound to once
Sent to the master.

Unruly slaves…or those who were found
To be less attractive…were sent to the
Most undesirable places in Rome…
Where they became city workers, servers
In whorehouses…or the lowest lost ones
That served as food for beasts in the
Arena games…momentary entertainment
For spectators…
Life held little remaining value for slaves in Rome…

As this was a city that was built by
Bullies…It was the perfect school for
The bully to break and brainwash
Any soul to serve or lose its self respect
And worth…And the ideal place of
Egotism to thrive…
Civilizations of the era thrived this way…
By breaking the spirit of anyone by
Bullying…by controlling people through
Fear…To crush hope by emphasizing
The glamour of the bully…refining it
With beauty and mocking all virtues
With acquisitions of wealth…fancy living…
And the ownership of slaves.

Corin…was delivered to the estate of the great
Magnus dressed in finer lines, beads of gems…
And a leather collar bearing the mark of
The master who now owned her body, mind…
And spirit; or so they said, the spirit is
Always free.
She entered a home unlike she had ever
Seen…built of stone with columns and masonry
Set by those of fantastic skill; artist slaves
Of course…There were marble floors and
Statues and busts…carvings of figures…The
Artwork was amazing…The buildings of Rome
Were imposing enough to subdue the confidence
Of anyone…For is such things existed and compared
To the humble dwellings most knew…then
Maybe in fact the Romans were a superior
People…and all the rest were but inferior
Slaves? Corin had to wonder…she was
Obedient, yet inside she managed to fight to
Hold on to something few knew of themselves…
That inner light…

House slaves greeted her at the door…led her
Inside to a front hallway that was
Luxurious…Her eyes seemed endlessly
Overwhelmed everywhere she looked…Yet she
Focused attention on the people foremost…The
Slaves, for that’s who taught her the most.

There were many slaves in the house of
Magnus…of various skin colors, and hair…
All young women and men…All of them
Moved quick, were scantily dressed…and
Held terrible fear in their eyes…

“This way,” a young olive skinned girl said
As she led her inside, in Roman; all spoke
Roman, it was commanded. “The master
Will be with you shortly.”

“This is an amazing home.” Corin tried to
Say to the slave girl. “I have never seen
Such a place.” But the slave girl would not
Answer…it was as if conversation was forbidden.
She took her to his meeting room, which
Was immense like everything…ordered her to
Stand by the table and wait, wait for HIS
Greatness to arrive…Then left as quickly and
Quietly as a mouse…leaving Corin alone taking
In her surroundings, clinging to what remained
Of herself with all she had.

Then finally he entered…He was a tall man,
Firmly built, solid not quite athletic…It was
The way he walked and carried himself that
Said everything…Very straight, his chin held
High; flies could have flown in and out of his
Nostrils. He wore robes of white and blue
That wrapped around his shoulders and
Waist to the knee, one drape drawn over
His left bent arm…with sandaled feet
He seemed to strut into the room…followed by
Two men closely, one a fellow Roman
Dressed like himself, the other a very mild
Mannered slave whose eyes never left
The floor.
“Ah, I see you have arrived.” He said coming
To a stop before her. “This is my assistant
Corpius…” He watched her face carefully,
She barely blinked. “Do you know who I am?”

“Magnus.” Corin answered.

His eyebrow arched…He waited for the proper
Address.

“Master.” She immediately added.

He nodded. “In time you will learn how
Things work…I realize this is new to you,” he
Said as he strolled around her, his eyes
Studying every inch of her. “You are very
Beautiful. I see the taskers have groomed
You very well. Yes, a fine job from the
Land you come from…Do you have a name?”

She paused briefly; was she allowed to answer?
“Corin.” She said.

He nodded. “That will do for now.” He stopped
Directly in front of her then lowered his brow
To stare into her eyes. “Leave us.” He ordered
The two men, never taking his eyes off her.
Once they were alone… “Now…we can speak.
Do you know who I am?”

She stood confused. “Master?”

“I am the great Magnus, of the senate of Rome.”
He said with pride, an arrogance that was
Revolting. “I am one of the most powerful men
Of Rome, of one of the greatest families that
Our city was built on…13 families to be
Specific…built our nation into what it is
And will be…We are the world…And I am
The voice and fist on which it makes its
Mind. Do you understand this?”

“I believe so.” Corin answered, wide eyed…
Cautiously.

“It means I am the law of Rome.” Magnus
Told her. “But I am not the you think…
I see the fear in your eyes of the slave…I
Understand you are afraid of what has been
Done to you…You have been taken from
Your homeland…stripped of freedom to serve…
But it is for your benefit…so as to serve
The will of the gods, the chosen of this
World that will command the shape of things
To come…THAT is what Rome is…it is the
Present and future of the world…No more
Will there be barbarians ravaging the
Countryside living like wild animals…We are
Building a civilized world…And though it
May seem otherwise…you play an important
Part…” Magnus smiled. “This is true.”
He studied her for a response. “Do you know
What is expected of you?”

“To serve you.” She answered…numbly.

He nodded… “More than that…To give yourself
To me completely…Anything I deserve…that
Is the only way this will work…My prior
Slave did not understand this…That is why
She was sent away.”

“Sent away?” Corin asked.

He frowned. “Yes?”

“Master.” She corrected.

“What I ask of you is to completely obey me…
To read my needs and desires…without question
Or hesitation.” He told her…deceitfully sweetly.
“I have a wife…but what I have with you will
Be more…personal…and intimate…”

Her eyes widened as she sensed his intentions…

“You understand; I see it in your eyes.” He
Told her.

What could she say? “Yes, master.”

He nodded. “I wish to make an understanding
Between us…Today, offers the games at the
Coliseum…it is a marvelous event for all of
Rome…There, you will be at my side to
Witness this…How we celebrate that which
Makes our city the greatest in all the land…”
He kept studying her. “You have people…
From your land…there, that will perform
Today.”

“Perform?” Corin asked. “Master?”

“I am going to have you taken there today,”
He said as he strolled again about her. “To
See your people…visit with them…As a
Gesture of understanding between us…To be
Clear…”

Corin could only blink confusion.

“I will have my slaves take you there
Now, then meet with you in my box when the
Events begin later.” He said once again
Standing before her. “Then…you will
Understand…how things are…and will be.”
He strolled out of the room… “I will see
You later, Corin…”

She stood there waiting…wondering what
Was to happen?

Soon more slaves arrived, men of more seasoned
Age and size…That escorted her from the
Estate into and through the city streets…
Until they reached an enormous rounded
Building…There, Corin was led beneath the
Structure into hallways of cages, pens…full
Of men…of all skin colors and type…But
These were not like the slave men of the slave
School…These were all young men of
Stronger build…between the ages of 16
And 25…but they were not cleaned or
Stripped of their homeland’s garments…
These men still wore their animal skins
And tribal talismans…For some reason they
Were allowed to remain the way they were
Taken…And they were filthy from not
Bathing and living in their own waste…
Forced to live like animals in these pens…
Why? She could wonder…Surely if
Anyone saw them…They would think
These men were wild beasts…was that
The interest?

As she walked past the pens awkwardly…
The men awed at this beautifully groomed
Woman slave who was clearly horrified by
The sights…There were no grunting carnal
Calls…Most of them were either angry
Or frustrated or embarrassed…They only clung
At their cell walls to leer at her…For they
Had never seen a woman like her before,
Re-shaped by Rome.

At the very end she met the penned room
With bars that held the 5 men of her village…
Garth, a well built young man of 20 saw
Her and shouted her name, “Corin!” He
Clung to the bars to reach her.

“Garth!” She cried clinging to the young brownish-
Blond haired man she knew as her boyfriend. “What
Have they done to you?”

“Me?” Garth cried. “What have they done
To you?” The sight of her made him cry,
The way she was dressed and cleaned, her
Hair finely combed and scented. “You
Look…beautiful…I cannot believe…”

“The school of the slaves,” she said her eyes full
Of tears… “Where they took us, the women and
Young girls…They did this…it was awful.”

He was stunned at how she appeared, for if it
Were not for the horrors they had endured…she
Would have been a vision of the gods. “What are
They doing to us?”

Brock, another young man from her village stood
Beside Garth marveling at her. He was so dirty
From being held in the gross conditions, his dark
Hair matted and beard caked with mud. “Is
That what they have done to all our women?
What of Bern and Lara?”

“I did not see them.” Corin told them as she
Sank weak with tears. “They were taken
Somewhere else…with many others, from other
Villages…and other lands, of many languages…
These people, these Romans…are monsters.”

“They have no respect for life at all.” Garth
Said biting his teeth fighting the cage bars
Looking at all the other cages full of men. “Look
At them all…”

“What are they going to do to us?” Brock asked.
“Do you know? They will not tell us anything.
We do not know their language.”

“The master said something about performing
In the coliseum…” Corin said.

“Master?” Garth asked. “What are you
Speaking of? The way you talk…the
Way you’re dressed…Perform?”

“I do not know.” Corin gasped, swallowed,
Shaking her head. “I do not know…”

“Something terrible…” Garth said, his eyes
Wild. “I can feel it…”

“Yes,” Corin agreed, crying…the tears
Welling in her eyes. “I have this terrible sick
Feeling…”

Garth studied her, the guards…sensing the
Moment… “Why have they let you come here?”

“The master, Magnus…said something about
Making an understanding…between us.” She said.

Garth scowled. “What has he asked of you?”

Her face filled with terror. “To give myself
To him completely.”

“What?” Brock asked with rage.

“I’m afraid.” She told them, clinging to
Garth’s hands between the bars. “I’m so
Afraid.”

“This place is the Underworld.” Garth’s eyes
Spun around…wondering of this dark den
The men were held in… “It’s like we are being
Punished…Forced to play a sick game…”

“By those arrogant to think they own
The world and everything that dwells on it.”
Brock added.

“The city is so immense…it is unlike anything
I have ever seen.” Corin told them… “I never
Imagined such a place existed.”

“A place made built to resemble Heaven, as
For gods,” Brock said with disgust, “But with
All the dwellers of Hell to rule it.”

“Grandmother’s nightmares…” Corin said with
Distant eyes… “We never believed them…
The darkness that would come…The shadow
That would stretch over the lands…all
Lands…The mask of friendly village, made for
Warriors and forgers of Hell…They were all
True.”

“We never listened.” Garth seemed to cry.

“Who could imagine such a place, such things,”
Brock went on, “That men…could be such
Monsters…We, our forefathers have fought
Crazed battles…but not like this…”

“There must be a way free of this.” Garth
Protested. “There must be a way…out.”

Corin cried harder. “If there is…my eyes
Are blind to it. If only I had listened more…”

“How could anyone prepare for this?” Brock
Asked… “That men tie others down this way…
It’s like they are beating us down for
Pleasure alone.”

“Tell me what to do.” Corin begged them.
“Tell me what to think or believe…I feel like
I have lost myself to the will of others…”

Garth fought angrily to think. “No one owns
Anyone else…No matter what they force upon
Us!”

“How do we fight this?” She cried.

“If there is a way.” Brock said with fearful
Reason, “I do not see it…Escape?”

“There are those at every turn,” Corin said,
“Romans with fists and weapons everywhere…
And slaves to do their will like it or not…
It’s like this is a place with no souls…
Only creatures that walk like men, talk
Like dark spirits with forked tongues…They
Laugh or protest…and beat all spirits down.”

Garth swallowed, staring into Corin’s eyes
Hard and desperately. “You must survive…
You must survive, no matter what happens…
To see and find a way out of this…
Someone of us must live to get out…to
Be free…To learn how to stop them.”

“To what end?” Corin pleaded. “To run?
Where? These Romans are everywhere!”

“You must survive!” Garth demanded. “No
Matter what…you must…If but only to
Show you’re worthy to!”

The guards, her handlers then began to
Move forward to seize her…her time with
Them was up…She weakly fought them,
Her tears draining her will… “Garth, please?!”

“Survive, Corin!” He shouted, shaking the
Bars. “Survive!”

She cried and screamed, Garth only shouted
More…pointlessly fighting his prison for hope that
Was stolen…What purpose did Magnus have
In this torment? Devilish reason shaped
All experience now…Where was hope? Why, how
Could this be happening? Where was Heaven,
The spirits, their gods or any god to allow
Such things to make the world this way?

Freedom was gone…Hope was a mystery…
Civilizations had come upon the world in
Brutal force…Civilization was a bully! And
All living things were toys for bullies now…
Was this the way it was to be? What
Would the future hold?

Corin felt like a pawn now…to play a
Game beyond her control…The rules were
Mysterious, revealing themselves moment to
Moment…Law was not justice, it was
Determined by the strongest hand, with
The greatest wealth, all were forced to
Believe it…

She, and everyone beneath the Romans were
Forced to feel worthless, not worthy of anything
But what they were allowed…on whims…

But as the guards and handlers led her out of
This dungeon of tormented men…They led
Her past a cage of wild, untamed looking
Foreigners with long hair and scant clothes…
With tanned skin and strong bodies. They
Were fierce looking…silent, and stared her
Down hungrily…If not for the bars they
Would have done horrible things to her. Yet
They held some sort of quiet intelligence in
Their eyes, very unique looking…impressive
Even. They shouted at guards, at her, at
The sight of this fair woman…

She managed to pause, the guards paused, by
Some strange moment nothing could stop…
As if time held some magic spell to
Suspend the moment…a lock met a key…
Corin by chance locked eyes with one of
These men who clung to the bars, forcing
His face between them…His voice in foreign
Tongue calling to her words she could not
Understand…But his eyes!
This man, savage, brute, lost soul had
The most mesmerizing aquamarine eyes
Unlike the others…

The magic…The pull of the magnet…
Something forged by the stars in both
Of them…a star secret within Corin’s
Genes and this nameless man from an
Unknown land…

Their eyes spoke to each other…
Time held all things still…unbreakable…
“I know you.” His eyes said to hers…
There was a powerful physical attraction…
Not guided by lust but the soul…
“And I know you.” Her eyes said to his…
Suddenly EVERYTHING was forgotten…
And for magic moments there were no
Prison bars, no cages, no Rome…
Only that star-crossed connection…
Secrets in blood and spirit and dreams…
Dreams! “In dreams I know you!” They
Said silently to each other… “I know you!
I know you! I know you!” The words echo…
Like thunder through the universe,
And nothing could deny it.
From that moment on they could not stop
Thinking of each other…And when the guards
Finally broke the moment…And they forced them
Further apart…The bond, memory and
Connection only grew stronger…
Soul mates had by chance found each other…
Love at first sight…A very rare connection,
And in that…The unbreakable bond…
And the strength to become invincible.

Corin was taken up to the tiers of seating
And boxed spaces where Romans of all
Classes assembled to watch the beginning of
The games…There, she was reunited with
The master Magnus…in his personal box,
Where he sat with his garish looking wife…
A woman who was overly curvy, adorned with
Shiny jewelry and fine clothing…The woman
Was the picture of arrogant, indulgent, imagine
Beauty, drunk with her own desires…and
Surrounded by slaves to attend her every
Snobbish, pig-like need. It was immediately
Clear Magnus had this wife, Davina, for
Reasons other than love; Roman marriage
Was for status, thus it held no moral value.

Magnus was very pleased to see Corin, but
Said nothing…as talking with slaves’ in
Public kindly was frowned upon. He then
Spoke silently with his wicked eyes to her…
He nodded for her to watch…pay attention…
And learn now…for this is how things
Were to be.

What came next was horrible…
Corin did indeed learn…Her mind and senses
Now were sharper than ever from her
Soul mate’s strength…The eyes took it all
In for the growing secret reborn spirit…

The Roman crowd roared…Wealthy Roman
Boxed patrons were scattered about the circular
Arena’s seating…Cheers as it began…

Shimmering gladiator steel-clothed men enter
The sanded arena below with weapons of
The cruelest shapes…Then, groups of men
From the pens below were brought out to
Be greeted by the gladiators with the worst
Force…There was no mercy, no equal odds…

It was a slaughter of innocence…
Wild-looking filthy seeming savages who
Were forced to fight for their lives.
This was the honor of Rome? It was
Disgusting! It was the young, children
Fighting children…with no rules and no
Respect…A blood bath for soul-less laughter
To entertain Roman egos.
Few survived the fighting…Those that did
Were sent to gladiator schools to continue the
Sick tradition…

Then Corin saw the men of her village brought
Out, only to be beaten, tortured and slain
Without fail…none survived. All she could do
Was swallow with wide-eyed terror…crying…
As Magnus watched her face with demonic
Glee…His point had been made…Romans
Ruled the world…And he owned her…
Fighting was pointless…

Breathing desperately, she watched as
Then the men were brought out last…of
Who her mysterious soul mate stood…

The magic moment returned…Her man
Found Corin’s eyes in the crowd…So when
The gladiators descended upon them, the
Odds changed…The fighting became surreal,
Supernatural even…Men fell left and
Right…But this time the gladiators fell
Too…until one man was left standing, hers…
The crowd was stunned…But cheered
At the bloody victor…Who would then be
Shaped to become the new legend of the
Arena…The survivor of survivors…
Invincible…A future rebel…granted a
Name and mysterious legend to live
Through history…

And Corin found and matched her gladiator’s
Strength or survive…And while this may
Not sound like a happy ending…but history
Knew few happy endings…Corin survived
By serving her master Magnus…perfectly…
Sweetly, seductively…Learning their ways…
Their secrets…to become a legend herself
As a secret rebel…but one unknown to history…
That would in fact contribute to the future
Downfall of Rome. Yes, she surrendered
To Magnus…but she became invincible…

Now…Depart, and come back to now…
Rana stood gleaming beneath the golden
Light…waiting with a sly smile, her
Bewitching cat-like sparkling eyes fixed upon
The notebook… “A bit different this
Time, I know.” She said. “Not all stories
Can be told completely for a reason…The
Purpose become clear to the right mind
That needs it…The timing is most important.”

Varence, the tall chiseled creamy-haired
Mystery man stepped forward, clean and
Sharp in his white shirt. “As I have said…
Timing is the most important.”

“Things are happening now.” Rana said,
Her tone…absolute. “Things must be seen
For what they are…Choices must be made…
The time for things that never came are
Boiling…And every little moment could
Make a difference.”

“Am I allowed to say it then?” Varence
Asked.

“Speak your mind of course.” Rana said.

“If it’s so important,” he lowered his brow,
“Then why is it such a secret? Make no
Mistake with my words…I’m asking
Only to question secrets.”

Rana then nodded for her sister to
Step forward. Then Ceres came into
The light, glittering and shining with her
Golden hair in the light and icy blue
Fiery flame in her eyes… “And once again
The world greets rulers of an ancient
Rome…To return to the seats of rulers…
And as these words find the desks of
Hidden seats…I say again…Hello again,
Magnus…” She was secretly angry.

“That story will come then soon.” Rana
Seemed to laugh. “You see, Varence and
My sister did have one meeting with the
Man, the mighty called Magnus once before.
You’ll find that quite…entertaining.”

“Only this time Magnus…” Ceres said
Seriously intense, “There’s no big head to
Get in the way of interfering…Dorin’s silent
Now…The watchers have different rules.”

“And all we’ve seen and learned,” Varence
Said, “Can now be put to interesting use…”

“Dare to dream,” Ceres went on, “Dare
To challenge…Call me names? I will
Break you.” She curled her lip and her
Eyebrow slanted…The poise of wild wicked
Content… “Rome…The disgust, the loathly
Tides of worthless living things that
Called themselves superiors? I would never
Have given interest to a moment of it
Had it not been for that army that
Found the village…Yes, I watched the
Animals, but to admire them, not
Steal their virtue away. Abuse them and
Yes, I whisper rebellion in their ears!”

“Now Ceres,” Varence mildly pleaded, “Bide
Your time appropriately…All good things
Find their time…And all bad things find
Their end…”

“Words and quotes corrected in due time.”
Rana added with a smile.

“Watch the birds,” Ceres only said, “Pay
Attention to the birds.”

“I still will only offer this as I’ve said
Before,” Varence said, “So many British
Accents in the future…that hasn’t changed
And won’t. No matter what the east
And west say or do.”

Rana nodded. “Now, Vala would you please?”

Vala stepped forward, humming her siren’s
Song. “Bind and blind the minds that
Will not and refuse to see. Hear me?
Regardless…These words are like thunder.
Say them, whisper them, shout them or
Read them silently or aloud…These
Words have power…For this is the hour.
Arctic winds make ICE…
And find the winds that blow…
Don’t put away your jackets yet…
Lie…and FREEZE…

I see you welcome days ahead
The weather never knew before…
Calls from the stars call forth victors
To arise…Champions destined to find
Their seats command crowns, solid
And fortified with protection…
For heroes named to save will win…
And become invincible…

You cannot stop it. For if you try
You will freeze.”

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=45219

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 23APR2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (23 April 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: The Echoes of Thunder…The Starchild…The Road to Rome…

*SONG* The Rebel Yell by Billy Idol

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

The haunting senses…
The mood, the feeling in the air…
Change is coming…something big…
A storm is coming…
They’re coming…They’re coming…

You wake up…you sense the day
You get through it…you rest, you go to sleep…
You do it all over again…
Days, weeks, months…years…
Some see the signs every day…
While some nothing at all.
The bottom line is the world has to change…
That’s not an opinion.

50 years ago, 20 years ago…What were you doing?
How was the weather?
What was outside your window?
What was on the news?

And now…The weather, world events…
Technology…Survival, cravings, demands…
Convenience verses desire…
Entertainment, computers, cell phones…
Web searches…Blogs…Texting, sexting…
Everything is fine. Nothing is wrong at all.
All it takes is lots of love and light
And nothing is wrong at all…

Who would raise their hand and say that’s
Nonsense? Who would say that’s complete bullshit?
I’ve known too many people who have given
Up…for the dumbest reasons.
That has to stop.

In all that I have chased, everything that
Was done was to try to make sure it never
Happens again…
Some people don’t believe my experiences,
That’s fine, because I wish they didn’t happen
Either. All I ever wanted to do was hide.
I understand everyone is struggling,
Suffering…wanting answers…

All that I can do is offer the best work
I can do…to share it in the hopes that…
Why they asked me to do it…helps someone,
Somehow. I can’t make them step
Forward and do anything…This is all that
I can do right now.
It frustrates me but I said I would do it,
So…here it is…

Beneath the golden light, her auburn hair
Held back and up with curls like a
Crown…cascading down her shoulders and
Back…Those fiery eyes, like a cat’s…They
Glow, glare, growl…Framed with bladed
Lashes…wicked brilliant eyebrows…
Her face, artwork…Her manner so
Strong it could break a queen…
“Make them feel it,” Rana said…
Ordered. “Say it…Keep telling it…
Lest history repeat itself…again. There
Is too much at stake anymore…So when
It happens…They won’t have excuses
For the shock…They will still ask why,
Fools always do…But pray for hope
That some will remember a story told…
And recall a magic moment that will save
Their life…or keep their fire burning…
Now,” she pointed to the notebook, “On
With the story…The Starchild’s road to
Rome…”

Back…Far and into a lost time…
His mysterious voice and mind
From the Watcher’s post told the story…

From the ravaged village…in the land of Britain
Where the starchild legacy began…
Isola and Liam had escaped
By grandmother’s magic request…
If only all in the village could have been
Spared…but no one listened…
No one ever listened…until it was too late…

The Romans came…by battle cry
Through the wood at midday…
Clothed in metal and hoods of steel,
They crashed upon a helplessly
Blind village…and conquered, captured it
In minutes…
They slew all those with grey hair
And all children below waist high…
No need for them, too weak…
A waste of time…
The men, today considered still boys,
Were beaten, chained and spirit broken
Down…
The women and girls, tortured, beaten, raped
And broken then chained…
The Romans’ plan was evil yet simple…
Merciless and flawless…
Those that fell in between category…
The young boys were chained for multi-purposes…
This was their policy for capture,
For conquering and slavery…
It was how they cleared the land
And instilled their fearful reputation…
All to spread an empire…

At least half fell dead in this onslaught…
Wherever they went…
The only exception were treasure slaves…
Those of which were considered prize capture…
The beautiful…those with face, eyes or
Hair they could molest and adore…
And in some circumstances the men of
Admirable fight and strength…for the
Games of the city…bloodsports to entertain
The citizens…
Games that defied reason, dignity or virtue,
Embraced pain and humiliation…
That embodied the power of Rome…

On the day many villages had been taken
Along the east of Britain…
The captured survivors gathered on and
In their shore camps, by their great
Sailing ships…to be rated of who was
Worthy to be taken as treasure slaves back home…
The starchild village was one of many,
But found all that survived worthy
To be taken…They were boarded onto the
Ships like cargo…packed full…
Denied any kindness or decency…
Some were naked, all were bloodied
And bruised…The crying and whimpering
Was deafening…
For who could stand against the mighty armored
Invaders? Nothing matched their swords or
Shields…No one knew their odd evil
Sounding language…Which to their ears
Echoed of something inhuman and dark…
Almost…not of this world?

But, there were a few among the Romans…
Men dressed unlike the rest…They wore
Clothes like the locals…and spoke both
Native and Roman tongue…
Spies sent to scout and learn the land
They wanted ahead…They were clever
And devilish, the worst by far because
They smiled with delight at the success
Of the defeat and enjoyed every
Moment of the slaves suffering…
Yes, they were the worst of all…
These few divided the people…rated them…
And likewise ordered the deaths of
Anyone not worthy of whatever fate
They planned…perhaps death was the
Greater, kinder option this way…

By the end of the day the ships
Were loaded with human cargo…
Then departed for their homeland…
The remaining Romans would rest and
Wait in their shore camps until more
Ships arrived…with re-enforcements…
More soldiers, more weapons and horses…
More supplies such as food livestock…
This was how it worked…and went on…
For years…decades…centuries…
That is until their plans rain into a…
Disruption…but that comes later…

The boats to Rome…The ride, the road…
Was even worse…
Overcrowded, wet and cold…starved…
The broken became more broken…
Spirits became numb…sickness fell…
On board the vessels was always at least
One man, un-uniformed solider who
Spoke their language…The one without a soul…
This is the one who would deliver the
Cargo home…manage human livestock…
And offer cruel lessons in teaching them
The Roman language by any means he
Sought fit…

Only simple things of words were taught…
Yes, no…The words to obey…
Food, water…Do and don’t…Move…
That was all that was necessary…
The rest they could learn on their own…
If they wanted to live long…
Slavery was not a promising life…
Not for those captured…
It was merely human livestock…
Food for pleasure, entertainment…
Or humiliation, by far the worst…
In other words slavery meant you
Were but nothing other then what
The slavemaster said…life had no other
Meaning…And the only reason it worked
At all, this diabolic human trade,
Was because they were given no time to think…
Hesitation…think about it.

That first night…on the ship
Where the Starchild’s villagers cowered
In chains below deck…together with
A few other clan’s peoples…There were no
Dreams or sleep…only the wayward
Rocking of the boat…And the howling
Laughter of the soul-less Romans that
Tramped the decks above…
Drunk, drinking their party of victory…
Of new slaves…new toys to play with…

And although the new slaves did not know
The Roman language, they sensed the
Meaning in their tones…
The fair skinned women…That red hair!
The blue, the green eyes…
The treats of that golden hair…
The brute young men who would serve as
Sport to humiliate in their blood games…
Slaves to be fed or mauled by beasts
In arenas…for entertainment…
Just to see what would happen…
Morbid curiosity turned into playful moments
For arrogant careless minds.
To judge, humiliate and torture
The weak to entertain the rich,
The strong, those in power…Laughter…
That’s entertainment…in Rome…
Has that changed at all?

Still there was one rule for the journey…
Try to make the cargo survive the ride home…
If the soldiers became bored…
Or hungry for wanton pleasures…
They reserved a special cargo…
The young boys, those not of age to be men…
Taller than infants…yet fresh enough
In face and body to but resemble
Something they could play with without
Feeling conscience at all of their actions…
I should not have to elaborate what
That means…

Sometime after twilight…when the
Heavy drinking began…The devil-Roman
In plain clothes who spoke their
Language…came below deck with
A soldier…looking for something to play with.
He quickly pointed to three young
Boys huddled together closely in the
Corner…All were the same age, 10, 11…

It wasn’t in the words, it was in
Their faces…whatever they wanted…
It frightened them.
The soldier grabbed the three of them easily
By their heads, their hair, and dragged
Them to the deck above…
Where a cluster of a dozen soldiers
Eagerly awaited their games of the night.

Buck, the youngest at 10, stood shaking
With the boys…he and his brother Leif, 11,
Were of the Starchild village…
Buck held the greatest senses…The gifts
Of his people…He fought to control his
Senses as the Roman soldiers sized the
Boys up and down…For what they had
No idea…

The air was thick and foggy…
And the boat rocked on an unsteady sea…
The Roman soldiers grabbed the first boy,
He was 11, from another village they
Didn’t know…He screamed and cried
In terror as they poked and pawed him,
Tearing at his clothes…

Buck and his brother watched in horror…
As the soldiers…began…their play…
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real…
What they watched and saw…
It was a nightmare…so fitting for the
Late hour of night in the fog…
But what they did to the boy…
Those Roman soldiers…What was wrong
With these people? They enjoyed it…
The boy screamed, howled with teary
Cheeks with every touch…and the
Soldiers only laughed…Then the boy’s cries
Became too unsettling…so they started
Beating him to be quiet…This went on
For…what seemed forever…Until the
Rough play silenced the boy…permanently…
Disappointed, one soldier grabbed the
Boy’s lifeless body and tossed it into the sea…

Next…they greedily grabbed his brother…
This time the play was worse…The
Soldiers craved to see his blood and fear…
With their carnal games…And all he
Could do was watch his once innocent
Eyed golden haired brother was quickly
Rammed and squeezed to death…
And then his body too, was thrown over the
Side into the ocean…only blood stains
Remained…

And then little Buck was the only one left…
His light brown hair, and big blue glassy eyes…
He stood shaking beyond control, crying,
Pleading with his eyes for the men not to…
But these soldiers bore no guilt of emotion…
It was if their armor shielded them
From all feeling…And they surrounded
Him laughing…They were saving him for
Last…One grizzly looking soldier leaned
And shouted words of anger into his face…
The fear…of those expressions…Their anger…
Those words yelled in a foreign language,
So frightening…more so because he didn’t know
What they were saying; would he want to?
He kept begging, “Please, I don’t know
Why…Please don’t hurt me, please don’t
Hurt me…Somebody…Please somebody help
Me Please…”
Cries that would forever echo through time…
Repeated in desperation…cursed pleas…
Buck cried them over and over…
The men only laughed and poked at him
With sticks, staffs…tearing at his clothing
As they circled him…
They kicked and punched at the sight
Of bare skin…
Growling foreign Roman words…
Buck screamed and cried louder…
His cries of torture, a voice of agony to the
People below deck…
What was wrong with these people??

Then the moment came when the men could
Not wait…Two began to hold him against
A crate…When the sky began to flash wild
With lightning…and the Echoes of Thunder…
The sea rolled more heavily…Then the boat
Was suddenly slammed, shaken by
Something huge and invisible in the water…
Then again and again…
What was it? The Romans took pause,
Unnerved to look and see…
Killer whales had slammed the boat…
For some odd reason?

The sky flashed with lightning…
The sounds of rolling thunder…The men
Lost grip of Buck, and without thinking
The little boy found will and nerve to
Leap bolt and jump over the railing
Blindly into the sea…preferring the fate
Of the dark water to that of the Roman
Soldiers…
He plunged into icy water…The waves…
The winds howling…tossed upon a churning
Sea the boat vanished quickly into the
Fog…And Buck was but a tiny toy
In the watery darkness…

He couldn’t think, only felt the sting
Of freezing heavy water up to his neck…
He tried to swim by his thrashing his legs
And arms, it was pointless…
Then mysteriously…he felt something in
The water moving around him…he was
Gently bumped…pushed…by some creature
Of the depths…Then he saw triangular fins
Break the surface near him, barely visible
In the dark…Whatever it was kept
Pushing him as he fought to stay afloat…
To stay awake as the freezing cold took his
Strength…
The bumping…The pushing…He had
No idea what it was? But he was too out of
His mind to reason as everything of sight
And sound faded…
Then the Siren’s song took over…
Guided by afar…Telling the dolphins
To push the boy carefully to shore…
Quickly…carefully…as soon as possible…
The sea very quickly calmed down…
How could this happen?
And the dolphins swiftly maneuvered
The little boy to the nearby shore…
Where he finally found surviving
Breath on the shores of France.

Finally the night brought peace for Buck…
He slept deeply…And the air became
Kinder…and the stars appeared…
Then dreams filled his head…of some far
Off place…Another time, another world he
Would one day see…Where friends would fill
His life…and justice would change the world…
A mysterious beautiful golden haired lady
Told him this…As she vowed to forever
Follow his life…
The dream sang to him, gave his small body a
Fiery spark to survive…so when morning
Came he found this odd rejuvenated strength…
And a magic that filled his blood.

He staggered down the beach at dawn
Trying to regain his wits and a plan as
The wind blew…His instincts alive…
Find water and food…Then find out where he was.
Was anything easy?
But he knew the ways of hunters, from
What his father and the villagers taught him.
Study the sky…Follow the birds…watch
Where they go…Even so close to the sea,
The birds could see and would lead him
To fresh water…

As he trekked inland over sand dunes into
Tall meadows and woods it became
Clear he was nowhere near home.
He recognized nothing! Not even the
Birds…Where was he?
When he finally found a pond of fresh water
He swallowed greedily, only to have
His strained peace broken by
Familiar foreign cries…The echoes of
Romans were in the woods!
Were these Romans everywhere?

Buck deftly moved through the woods
Invisible, scouting for the source of the
Romans…They were there, a large
Encampment…too many to count, the
Metal clothed monsters…
He barely had time to react when
Something struck a blow to his head from behind…
A Roman scout had found him…
Then dragged the boy back to camp…

The world was blurry…All sounds
Indefinable…He heard foreign tongues
Yell in all sorts of ways as he was
Brought to their camp…
The swirling visions of those tanned skin
Faces; they were not pale skin at all…
There were angry sarcastic words…
Grim taunts…Cheers…Then that
Awful wicked laughter of theirs…
The worst sound he had ever heard…
The joyful sounds of demons in flesh bodies
Scheming things no one should know.

He was thrown to the ground hard near
A large tent; the commander’s.
A man of taller standing appeared to
Study the boy…
Through double vision all their faces
Were only shades of humans…As the commander
Yelled and pointed at him…
Cheers and that wicked laughter filled the air…
Something inside him exploded,
Then Buck sprang to race and crawl
Across the ground…Where he only
Fumbled into a line of tethered
Beasts nearby…Horses…

A great black horse stomped the
Ground before him…lowered its head
And sniffed Buck…It was huge, big eyes…
It was surreal…
The Romans yelled…cheered, that awful laugh…
Then the wind blew…
Whistling filled the air, a song…
The horses perked their ears, twitched
As they heard the Siren’s song…
Then all hell broke loose…
A soldier tried to grab the boy…
The black horse reared and struck
The Roman down with its front swatting legs…
Then al the horses reared and kicked
And neighed and cried…
Buck again somehow, by fueled fear,
Exploded into a run for the woods…
As the horses broke free from their lines
And stampeded chaos through the
Roman camp…going every which
Way, so that the brave soldiers
Could only duck for cover…
The horses seized and slammed
Anything that stood in their way
Only to have
Their masters chase them…

It was a sight to see…
As if a Mother of Nature were
Laughing somewhere…It was the animals
That would own the day.
And her song was strong as she told Buck to run…
He raced through the woods aimlessly…
Half a dozen Roman’s chasing him…
But it was not their time to win…
The power filled him…Run Buck, run…Run…Run…Run…
The wind rose through the woods as the
Little boy ran…Everything seemed to
Come alive…The birds, the animals,
Everything in the trees chattering with
Excitement…by command of the Siren’s song
Then the sky grew dark…
The thunder echoed…And the howls
Of the wolves came…But they were of
No native howl to those woods or
Any other…something more of spirit
Were these wolves…and they were hungry
To teach sharp lessons.

Buck ran and ran, no idea where he was…
Or running to…only knowing he had to get
Far away from those Romans…
No time to think…only feel…
Tears streamed down his face as he panted…
The sky grew darker, and although it was
Near noon-day…it might as well have been
Night by the storm clouds…
Cries of angry pursuit of the Romans filled
The air…the very sound of them striking
Terror…panic…desperation…

Thunder sounded, but without rain…
Only mind…Howling wind…with those strange
Wolf howls within it…fortifying it somehow…
Then, all strength gone…Buck crashed
To the ground before an ancient towering
Tree…He fought to move but could only breathe…
The Romans calls grew closer…
The howls of the wolves echoed…
He crawled and covered up against
And hugged the mighty tree…
Whispering pleas to the Heavens for help…
Someone was in fact listening…

The sights, sounds…the secret magic
Moment of time…As the Roman soldiers
Appeared in view of the woods, they found him.
An elemental force in an unstoppable force of rage
Filled nature…through the animals…
As the lead soldier drew closer to him…
Very closely a wolf howled…
An owl’s cry resounded; a voice of magic…
The soldiers moved closer…
Ravens filled the air, darting, gliding
Between the trees…
But the soldiers ignored these signs of nature…
The lead soldier pointed angrily at the boy
With his sword…yelling foreign words, curses
Of the trouble the boy gave grief to them…

But the wild held the upper hand…
As the soldiers grew close to circle the boy…
Behind him, from behind his tree…
A great silvery wolf appeared…
Beautiful, fantastic in size and noble
Strong stance of a predator on four legs…
It seemed to appear fearlessly from nowhere…
It stood to face the Romans,
Eyes aglow burning orange-gold…
Not good or evil…But simply of primal law…
Then another wolf appeared, tawny…
Then another silver, another of reddish black
Mask and saddle coat…Then more and more…
Black ones, grey ones…golds…more silvers…
Until they were all around…

The Romans froze upon sight of the pack…
These monster wolves…
Suddenly their arrogant rage became
But weary trembling prey…
Six sworded men verses a horde of
Giant spirit wolves? Anything with a soul
Could sense the odds…
The little boy shook…completely paralyzed
By the scene…what was this…

The pack master, the silvery white one
Held its head low…eyes burning
Commanding silently…
And the pack complied without hesitation…
These wolves do not hesitate…
Wisdom, speed and sense are but one
With them…

Immediately the wolves raced, streaks of
Blurry furred forms filled the woods…
Darting amongst the trees, circling the
Armored men…
Swords of steel, armor? HA!
Toys to these wolves…
While the feeble witted men slowly
Attempted to seize aim around them…
The wolves commenced their attacks…
The seconds…One soldier fell, then two, three…
Throats torn apart, limbs ripped off
Blood and screams filled the air…
Only the silvery white wolf stood still…
Staring down the lead soldier…
Eyes to eyes…Mind to mind…
Don’t move, don’t think, don’t blink…
The spirit wolves were the police of
Nature…No mortal form defied this…

The birds of prey cried out…
They, the animals, all spirits of the woods
Were laughing then…
And finally the bloodied remains of
Five soldiers lay in pieces on the ground…
That took…perhaps a minute or two…
Drawn out only for fear effect…
The remaining cried in his tongue,
“These woods are possessed!”
The silvery wolf stared him down as if
To say… ‘You keep telling yourself that
Two legs…And tell that to ALL the two legs…’
The wolf seemed to grin with its sharp
Snout and ivory polished canine teeth…
The last Roman soldier turned to run…
Fleeing the forest for his life from
This supernatural confrontation…

And the pack leader allowed him to leave,
Wanting him scared out of his mind to
Tell all his fellow soldiers in terror what he
Saw…And if his people didn’t believe
Him, why the wolves would just do it again…
It was hardly an effort to them…

Once he was gone…the wind miraculously
Calmed…The skies turned to blue…
Birds chirped contentedly in the trees…
And little Buck was left hugging the
Tree…staring in fascination at the
Most magnificent silvery white wolf he
Had ever seen…

The boy’s mind…The wolf’s mind…
‘What are you?’ from Buck…
‘Of higher nature,’ of the wolf, ‘She called
Us…Here we are…’
‘She?’ from Buck
‘No name to you or this world.’ Said the wolf.
‘Just know she is with you. Her eyes
Are of nature. As we are its law.’
Little Buck cried…All that had happened
To him, the feelings, images filled his head,
He couldn’t fight it…it just came out…
The wolf sensed it all and understood…

‘Don’t worry little one…I, we…will
Find you a safe place to be…and safe
You will always be…’
The wolf sniffed and licked him, like
Some kind, gentler pet would do…
Then it sat beside to guard him so
The boy could rest…
‘When you are ready we’ll guide you
To water…something to eat…then to
That safe place…Now rest.’

They guided little Buck…Through an
Age-old France…to mountains…into
The lands of fierce Gauls…Where in
A safe mountain village the boy found
An adopted rest…with a new family…
In Germany…where, over time…a new
Lineage of the Starchild would grow and
Spread in strands through Eastern Europe…
Bearing fruit and secrets time would
Someday tell…Guess a bit on that.

Again…Depart…
From this tale to the ship of the Watchers…
Their post…
Apollo, Ceres, Camlo…on the bridge…
Sitting calmly, quietly in their seats…
At their individual view screens and posts…

Apollo sat tapping his finger in the
Captain’s seat…fighting both a laugh and
Scowl at the same time… “Ceres?”

“Yes?” She effortlessly answered never
Taking her eyes from her screen…

“Dare I need to remind you of what
Dorin said,” Apollo told her, “Of why we
Are…locked in upon this post? Forced to
Be held here?”

“I remember the Big Head, yes.” She calmly
Said in a melodic tone.

Camlo had to laugh at her comment as his
Eyes jumped among them.

Apollo struggled to form the words…
To reason a protest? “Where do I begin?
Whales? Dolphins?”

“They swim in the sea,” she only said, “This
You know.”

“And whales charge ships…on their own
Accord?” He asked her sternly.

“It could happen easily enough.” She said.

“And dolphins…since when do they
Appear to push a little boy to shore?” He
Asked…

“Ask a dolphin its own reasons,” Ceres
Laughed, “As if I should know why…
Curiosity?”

Apollo leaned forward…resting his
Elbow on his knee studying her casual
Demeanor. “Oh really? Since when?”

“Why don’t you go for a swim and
Ask them.” She said. “Ask a shark…
Or a whale. How should I know.”

“I can’t leave the ship, remember?”
He stated.

“Oh well then, it is a mystery of nature.”
She replied, her eyes rolling coyly about.
“Never to know the reasons of
Animals…Maybe dolphins will surprise
You from now on.”

“On their own of course.” He teased.

“Of course.” She said.

Apollo then leaned more heavily…watching
Her. “And I suppose then that…The
Horses once again found the mind and
Sense to stampede a Roman camp? To
Suddenly fight and kick, then kill the
Soldiers they were just afraid of?”

Ceres rolled her eyes. “Oh please,
You dramatize things. Stampede? They
Merely trotted through the camp by
Accident.” She half-laughed. “No one
Was killed on purpose…maimed yes…
A few were accidentally permanently
Damaged…And death came hours later…
Slowly…From poorly managed treatment.
Do not blame the horses…”

“Maimed?” Apollo laughed at her deductive
Reasoning. “Accidentally permanently damaged?”
He shook his head. “Poorly managed
Treatment caused their deaths? Their
Hooves flattened skulls!”

“They were hardly flattened!” Ceres said
Sarcastically, facing him. “Their skulls were
Fragile! It was just a dent!”

He bellowed laughter. “Your reasoning finds
Bolder purpose than mine!”

“It was an act of nature!” She said.

He laughed loud. “Nature? Nature if
But by an angry woman’s mind that
Talked to animals…So what then, the
Spirit wolves but suddenly appeared
Through a rain-less storm? To a world
They would have NEVER seen…on the
Far side of their universe?”

“It was just a suggestion.” Ceres told
Him flatly, never blinking once.

“You told them to come and slay those
Soldiers!” He shouted with a laugh, pointing
At her.

“I did not!”

“You did!” He said.

“I did not!” Ceres argued.

“Did!” Apollo pointed hard.

“Did not!” She persisted.

“You told them to shred them.” Apollo
Said. “I heard the echo of that Siren…
If you say…Play…I will call you a liar!”

“The wolves do not take orders,” Ceres
Strictly cornered him, “Not from me, nor
Anyone!”

That was true… “Still you imparted the idea.”
He told her.

She gently shook her head. “I merely
Whistled for them to come take a look…”

“To protect the little boy.” He smiled.

To that she offered no answer.

“Why now?” Apollo had to ask… “This
Civilization has been growing and spreading
For some time…This is their behavior. You
Bore no interest in them before…Why
This time?”

She held still…her eyes avoiding
His.

He thought quietly… “Ah…it is the
Starchild’s bloodline…That baby, the
One you cared for to defend!” He should
Have known…But then an intuition
Struck him…unlike ever before. “You
Know something. There is something you
Sense about this bloodline…unlike ever
Before…That’s why you do this!”

She remained silent…and he could
Not read more from her, he could only
Make deductions based upon her actions.

“What is it that you know?” He became
Very curious. “Please tell me?”

She sat still, lifted her head high to look
At him…some noble etheric sacrament.
There was a secret she knew…and
Would never tell. That was for the future
To know.

“You know I will find out,” he said,
“Eventually.”

“You may very will,” Ceres said to him,
“In time…Perhaps.”

Suddenly it struck him…Ceres had come
To Earth by no accident…beyond volunteer…
She was sent here…

Again…we take a step away…
These words to find your minds and ears…
Eyes…Wonder…
You always have to wonder to believe…
Please.

And again standing beneath the golden
Light…Rana stood there, amongst her
Sisters…Their plan commencing…

“I asked Ceres to make these closing
Words this time.” Rana said.

Ceres, golden and gleaming beneath the light
Stood like a virtuous glamorous titan…
“Words to give…I could say many
Things…What you know of me?
What you question, judge or doubt?
I don’t care…I watched the
Animals…And I would like to make
One clear point…As far as justice
Is concerned…When judging history…
Who suffered First? Who or what
Knew extinction First? If nature is
To decree a court of law…And decisions,
Arguments to be made…Whose cases
Will be pleaded First…Humans, or
Animals? Who will judge that? Who
Will be the jury? If the police
Are the Spirit Wolves…Who sits as judge?
Some mortal man? A Lion Man perhaps?
Think about it.”

Vala hummed… “A Horseman comes…”

Rana bid… “Farewell in Dreams…Listen.
Don’t Speak.”

Valiant
my artwork: Spirit (Timber) Wolf…

and Wolf

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 16APR2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (16 April 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Echoes of Thunder…The Starchild and Rome…

*SONG* I Want Your World To Turn by Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_fgj1uWSEk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course grandmother, anything.” Isola answered.

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

Isola held her pregnant belly with concern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” Isola said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A what?” Liam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now…then…The story departs to far different
Eyes…
On the ship that sees all things of time…

There they watched…by and for duty…
Their jobs…Camlo, still in his pale blue
Uniform…studying the quiet fauna…

Ceres, the golden blond beautiful princess woman
Watcher of Earth…wearing her red dress…
Sat watching the animals, in her seat at
The console politely…with quiet smiles of
Dignity…

Apollo, the tall creamy haired chiseled man
Still in his drapery clothes, sat in the
Captain’s chair…Watching the mortals’ dramas
Of Earth…Multitasking of course…so
Many things were going on upon the Earth…
He laughed without a smile, “Ceres…Horses?
Upon the Emerald Islands…Do the words
Mean anything to you?”

“Sensitively brilliant animals.” She answered slyly
Without facing him.

“I thought we were ordered…” Apollo also slyly
Said… “To not interfere but only…WATCH…”

“I was there, I heard his orders.” Ceres
Answered…without the slightest care…

“The girl…a baby survived,” Apollo responded,
“From a fitful line of horses that held
Soldiers to follow.”

“How interesting.” Ceres said as she watched the whales
Passing in the seas…near a chain of islands…
Somewhere special. “Perhaps animals make
A difference after all…Perhaps studying
Them is more significant somehow.” She smiled.

“Are you making a point to me or someone
Else?” Apollo asked.

“Who could possibly be listening to our
Conversation?” Ceres asked. “Are you taking
Notes? Would you repeat it to someone
Sometime? Who would care?”

Apollo paused to laugh, roll his eyes…
To the air…As if there was or would be
Some eyes or ears out there… “Why would I
Mention such a thing? History none should
Know? To suggest…to pay attention to listen
More…To all those little things that you
Pass by…?”

“As if signs are there for who?” Ceres
Laughed…then faced him, smiling. “You
Poise yourself as if to tell some story…
Why? When, what for? For who?”

“I would tell a friend if I had to” He
Said nicely.

“If you had one.” She said playfully. “Break
Open a prize of victory if they catch
That one.”

“Are you saying I have no friends?”

She stood then strolled to say it beside him.
“I’m saying…That you shouldn’t have to
Share such an obvious thing with a friend…
Unless it had a gentle meaning…Otherwise…
I would see it as…a warning…”

“Such interesting words there.” Apollo
Speculated…before his eyes fell back to
Observing the images on his screen…His
Expression sank…slowly…almost painfully.

“That is a look I have never seen.” She
Said to him.

“Why?” He asked slowly.

“Your look…it aches…” She said.

“this…” Apollo said, nodding once to the screen…
“Upon this world…The way civilizations grow…
Or rather, re-grow…Evolve? Mutate?
Mutilate?” He laughed painfully.

“What is it?” She asked. “Say it.”

“I do not like this…” Apollo answered, his eyes
Wide… “I have never heard of this sort of…
Progress before.”

“Think to what it belongs.” Ceres said.

“Should that matter?” Apollo asked… “No
Sense can be given for it…no matter who
Claims the rites of passage…or their
Hand in the shaping.”

Ceres sighed as she slowly returned to her seat.
“Watchers have no opinion in those, remember?”

“Something has to happen…sometime.” He
Said studying the screen.

“Pray for revelations.” Ceres told him, resuming her
Duties as well… “Write a book…whisper in someone’s
Ear…Tell them a tale they won’t believe…more
Words?”

“Revelations…” He laughed…his gaze falling intensely
Upon the history unfolding…The rising of an
Empire on a primitive world…one that shadowed
One larger…vast, master empire in the stars…
“The echoes…” He moaned…his mind regretfully
Taking in the perils, the turbulence taking shape on
The lost guardian world…Inside, he confessed, it
Revolted him…

“Did you say something?” She asked as she
Turned to the look of agony silently overtaking
His face. “That look…”

“Please…” He quietly said to her, so humbly it
Frightened her…He raised his eyes to hers then, “Would you…
Might I ask just one thing of you?”

“Of course.”

“Your sister,” he thought carefully as he spoke,
“The one that works in the capital…concerning
Matters of the council, the outer planets?”

“Chanta?” Ceres asked.

“Yes…Chanta…” He nodded… “Could you grant me
A private conference with her? Please?”

His politeness struck her senses nearly speechless.
He never made requests…He was never so…humble.
“Of course.” She began pressing buttons
At her panel. “Go to the meeting room…
Wait for the call…” She simply nodded.

“Thank you.” He quietly replied then made
His departure…left the main bridge…followed
A brightly lit shiny pearly hallway to a
Small room at the very end…used for private
Communications…He entered, then sat at
A large desk-type counter that faced
A blank wall with only one flat screen object lighting
The dark room…Then waited…

It wasn’t long before a static like glow filled
The window-like screen…The image then cleared
To form the view on the other side…back
Home…Another private room where a very
Beautiful flawlessly looking dark red haired
Woman sat in a pale blue uniform waiting
For him. “Apollo?”

“Yes, thank you.” He greeted her kindly.

“My sister says you wish to speak with me?”
Chanta asked. “Concerning what?”

“You manage contact with the outside?” He
Asked her, “With the outside council?”

“I do.” She answered carefully.

“I have something to ask you.” Apollo said,
His manner very serious. “I need you to
Contact the Mother World…To ask
Them to send a ship to observe some recent
Behavior on Earth.”

Chanta’s crystal-like blue eyes
Seemed to roll then blink in wild thought. “Such
Requests are never made.”

“I must ask this.” He said. “I must ask now.”

Chanta was a woman of high standing…brilliant,
Virtuous…spiritual…but always politically correct;
She dared to break no rules… “Why would I do
This? Watchers are forbidden to interfere…”

“Please.” Apollo humbly said… “There are
Things beginning on this world I do not like.”
He saw her readied response and held out his
Hand to beg for her to listen. “All worlds are
Molded differently I know…But this…”

“You refer to Rome?” Chanta asked,
Carefully forming her words.

“You are aware?” He was surprised, a little.

“Yes, of course.” She said, confessed, quickly.

A moment of silence as he fought his
Insides to find reasons, the mystery…
Suddenly a bigger picture filled his head…
Of course they know…They had to.
“You know?” He squinted.

“Of course we know.” Chanta answered calmly.
“We are aware of everything going on…on the
Slave worlds.”

“You say that carefully.” Apollo responded, studying
Her face. “But not all worlds?”

“No, not all worlds.” She said…extremely cautious
With every word.

Apollo thought fast, quietly…nearly scowling as his
Deep voice formed the words, “When I came
To my post…When the trade routes were
Flourishing…When Atlantis was still a new
City…and the colonies were spreading…You
Knew the empire would annex this quadrant
Of space…how?”

“They were following the gold…” Chanta
Answered. “Their greed always follows the
Resources.”

“But,” he said, “Then…What happened here…
The invasion…They stripped the planet…
The experiments…They encouraged the evolution
Of a new race…”

“Yes, we know,” Chanta simply answered, “The
Meta-humans…”

“They ceased to become humans when the
DNA of so many species were entwined into theirs.”
He said.

“Their humanity was resumed when you had the
Elvar of the Danu interfere in their evolution.”
Chanta corrected.

He cleared his throat. “I did not tell them
To do anything…”

“Do not think I am a fool,” she told him
Fast and hard, “Or that any of us are
Unaware of what YOU did, Apollo.”

“I remained within all the—“

“You walk a fine line with rules,” Chanta said.
“Everyone is aware…The only reason you have
Not been reprimanded, withdrawn from your
Position and imprisoned with Xander…is the
Potential of the situation.”

“Someone…” He said hard, biting down with his teeth,
“had to do…something…The Empire consumes
This universe…And when it has it all there
Will be a war of universes…and you know
What will happen.”

“We are all aware of how much time we
Have left.” Chanta snapped. “The fact
Remains there is a chance.”

“Chance for what?” Apollo snapped. “This
Civilization, this Shadow Empire of Rome that
Likens into the structure of the Reptilians
Homeworld…The slavery…The carnal
Indulgences…The blood games…Even
The way they worship…”

“As with so many other worlds.” She simply,
Calmly said.

“How can you say this with such simple
Breath?” Apollo asked. His manner, the
Nature of the boy that became the man became
Bold… “What are we watching for? Waiting
For?”

“We are apart from time,” Chanta said
Slowly, trying to express that she did care but
Was also held by position, “We are fortunate
To exist where others can not…To survive…
To Exist? We are but figments…
Dreams to the outside…They will never
Comprehend this…And that is our blessing.
Let them not understand…So we can work…
Suggest with inspiration…through dreams…
Riddle some whispered words on the wind…
Mysterious creativity through art…answers
By melody of song and lyrics…”

He frowned, he knew the sacraments…
“What are we waiting for?”

“I realize you are frustrated.” Chanta said
Strong but with sympathy, “But you must, we
All must play our parts.”

“Tell me!” He nearly shouted.

“For the chance,” Chanta answered slowly,
“In all of us we quest for those answers
From where we come…The source…our
Creation…There is far more than physical
World…The ethereal, the supernatural dimension
Of life we ride alongside…gives us glimpses, clues…
To what is beyond our physical laws…
The most advanced civilizations study this…”

“Of course.” Apollo rolled his eyes. “All
Fools know the common sense…So?”

“We obey and respect spiritual laws…
The natural order of things.” Chanta
Answered. “The Empire does not. They
Attempt to bridge the two by their
Experiments…The meta-human…That
Can create a bridge to Heaven…”

“You speak of witchcraft and spirit
Mediums?” He asked.

“No,” she snapped. “Witchcraft is of sciences
Of the mind…Spirit mediums break the spirit
Laws…I am not talking about conversations.
I am talking about an actual physical
Bridge…in human form…”

“A door?” He asked.

“Or window, yes.” She nodded. “Every
Few thousand years…The Heavens offer
Glimpses to us…meanings by messages of
Our creation through acts of divine
Intervention…IF…they can create a meta-
Human that can be a bridge…They
Can talk to Heaven…But they also intend
To invade it…influence it…”

“No physical being commands the Heavens!”
Apollo said.

“Of course not…Only an idiot would assume
They can control beings from the higher
Realms…Angels…Archangels…Cherubim…”

“Their arrogance assumes they can invade
And control Heaven?” He laughed. “It
Will destroy them first.”

“That’s how worlds die,” Chanta agreed,
“For when they get close to this in their
Experiments…Heaven responds by harsh
Lessons of blood, death…cataclysm.”

“So what am I to do then?” He asked.

“Wait…” She insisted… “Watch the
Evolution take place…Find the successful
Vessel…communicate with the cosmic forces
Before they do…Let us build the bridge
Before they do…”

“And then?” He asked.

“Then the war begins…” She said. “It’s not
About one world, one or Earth or any other…
It’s about ALL worlds…And saving our fate.
No go…Watch…Wait…Watch some more…
Find the vessels of divine intervention…Then…
Once you do…We will react and plan accordingly.”
She ended the communication.

He sat in silent thought for a while
Pondering their discussion…He had the time…
The knowledge…The technology…The
Space of secrecy to hide…it was but
The waiting and watching that was
The chore…

End that part…
Now eyes and ears to this…

Rana stood bathed in the golden glow
Of the lights as her sisters, Vala and
Ceres joined her…The three…

“So that’s what you needed to hear,” Rana
Said to the notebook… “This is how it will
Be now…Like it? Excellent…Don’t like it?
Don’t read it…Retreat and scratch yourselves,
I don’t care.”

“Lesser humans find great difficulty in
Managing their behavior.” Ceres laughed.
“The wise listen…They can manage their
Ears and mouth quite well.”

“You do know this Earth well.” Rana laughed.
“Their communication devices…IF…they
Only knew how many eavesdrop on every
Little thing from the stars above…
They entertain themselves? HA! They truly
Entertain others even more.”

Vala, with her long honey colored wavy
Hair and candled-colored eyes of flame
Hummed her siren’s song… “Let me
Impart this…There will be no repeating
Lessons…The Heavens are kind to fools
No longer…which is why pain and death
Are so abrupt…

Fear the road…respect things…
These are the things to know…
The light comes…The seasons will be
Hostile…for they should be cold…
Arctic winds…make ICE…bring it…
Challenge your course from what you knew…
Make it what you need to know…
Follow your dreams…But more importantly
Know their meaning…
Quiet your noisy mouth and listen more…
The Echoes of Thunder…
The storm comes…
These are The Thunders.”

Valiant

source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=44306

 

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 9APR2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (9 April 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Bell Tolls Completion

From Hobie on RMN:

Hi, Folks –

A Reader wrote to ask why there’s no Valiant post today. I e-mailed Valiant’s Mom to ask about it and to ask if the two are okay, and she wrote:

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In the last post[, …] Rana and Ceres, and the sisters insisted [Valiant] rest up, and take some time off!

He has been with RMN for over 4 years now…writing non-stop….because it was necessary for him to get the messages out.

Now, The Bell Tolls series is done, as all the sisters are together, and the next mission will begin. Plans in the works already.

So Valiant is taking a much needed break, as he gears up for the next assignment! It will be a “Thunderous” return!

Perhaps next week…or the next. Depends on how rested he feels!

If you wish, you may share this with the readers, so they don’t worry!

Thank you again for your concern.

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Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 2APR2016

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Saint Sofia Monument, Sofia, Bulgaria

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (2 April 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…The Signs…The Circle…The Sisters…

SONG: “Private Eyes” by Hall and Oates

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BbNoQQUMgE&list=PLud0IvhvKwTAApyGJPxq2MRXBA3xQlphz

There is a time for all things…
Open Eyes sees the signs
Minds can only be led, told so much…
Time has been torn, and thus
Unforgiving…But destiny will always
Have its way. You cannot fight this.

The circle stands to represent
A completion, and so by its nature
Has the power to change things…
Restore things…The challenge then
Is to find the balance to harness
This power…Something that has
Been destroyed, prevented…until now

The circle, by the trumpets call,
By the ringing and tolls of the bells
Will complete itself…

Like rings, and ripples through time
They cascade…circles…
The rings of power…
The bonds of friendship, love
And soulmates…and sisters…

The words cannot be translated more
To you. Find your answers where you
Need to…

“The clues have been put there
So many times.” Varence said nobly,
Standing tall…center…in front of me…
Stronger than ever. He pointed to the
Notebook, the words, “You have put the
Clues and signs there for years now…
By the light, of Valiant…with my words
Added…and Ceres,” he gestured towards
Her: “No more can be demanded of
Me or you.”

Ceres stepped beside him, smiling ever
Victoriously. “So finally…The Greater
Thinker breaks…”

“I have not broken,” he told her calmly. “The
Timing…I am merely tired of the
Repetition of things…And so, as voted by
The sisters here…I will play my role…
But Rana now will take the lead…”

At that, Rana stepped forward, smiling
Like a champion…Let me just say, warn
You…There have been no ropes or chains
Made that could hold that woman
Down…And the one who tries…The
Word stupid then must be redefined to
Describe them.
“Thank you!” she said gratefully to me.
“This is going to be fun.”

“Oh, I will still be here.” Varence assured,
His arms crossed, one hand of arm held
Up to his chin…his forefinger tracing his
Chin… “But now that all of the sisters
Are assembled…They must have the
Voice…and so one must speak for
Them…I will just offer suggested guidance
To the chorus.”

“All the sisters?” I asked…

At that…the eighth sister stepped forward
Then…She must have arrived while I
Was resting from the last meeting…
Again…here was another tall flawlessly
Beautiful woman…a deep golden, dark
Blond hair, with shimmering blue eyes
That sparkled like a tropical sea
Reflecting a clear blue sky with the
Sun at the brightest part of the day…
She was regal, calm, composed…and
Stood watching me write as if she was
Gently fascinated…wearing a pink
Dress…elegant…casual… “I’m Damara.”
She introduced herself.

“Hello.” I could only say…still wondering…
That counted only 8… “I thought there
Was 9 of you?”

They all quietly laughed…at some
Secret…Then Varence, his brow lowered,
Said slowly. “Oh there are…9…But
You see…Chantala has been here…
This whole time…Watching that is…
She will arrive…appropriately.”

“Chanta, Chantala, my sister,” Ceres
Told me kindly for them, “is Varence’s
Accomplice…that I spoke of last time?”

“Oh?” I said.

“Only in part,” Varence addressed, “I
Did gather these pieces myself, alone…
To a point…But you see…”

“Chanta,” Ceres eagerly explained,
“Is a voice to the council…an
Ambassador to the outside…”

“Ok?” I said…

“Chanta…” Varence went on, “was,
And has always been involved in
The project…” He was leading me…
“She has deep red hair…You know
Her from the Great Hall.”

“What?!” I knew exactly who he was
Talking about.

“Relax my friend.” Varence insisted.
“It’s all about to come clear…But,
Now…As I have said…Rana, will
Take the lead.”

She held her stance tall, unbreakable.
“And all those fun little game
Words of his guidance will now wash
Away…”

“Be of kind mind.” Kierista insisted of
Her sister.

“I will be kind when they deserve it.”
Rana said. “I just have one question
To begin…Do I address them as
People? Humans that can control
Themselves and think? Or animals…
That scratch themselves…dwell on
Idle things…and can barely control
Their urges and emotions? Tell me
So I can begin.”

“She asks the impossible questions
First!” Ceres laughed. “Remember I
Showed you the scene of the monkeys
Eating with their feet earlier…Their
Dexterity surpasses limits of those that
Ask the same questions over and over…
Questions that have been answered
Over and over…”

“So, answer, tell me then.” Rana said.

“Address them as humans please.”
Varence told her.

“He reaches for the stars!” Ceres told her
Sisters. “He aims for mercy…if only
I could do the same…and forget
What history I have seen.”

“Rana, might I suggest speak your
Mind as you will.” Vala told her.
“I certainly will.”

Rana liked that answer. “Fine then.”
She turned to her newly arrived sister.
“Bill…And the eyes and ears reading…
This is Damara…my sister…She has
A history with the medical sciences
On Tellus…”

“Think of her as a doctor.” Varence
Said.

“Oh? Well that’s interesting.” I said.

“Her point of arrival…last,” Ceres then
Said, “Is of course with purpose…All
Things timed with reason…”

“Your planning,” Damara said, “Not mine.”

“Medical sciences?” I asked. “A
Doctor?”

“Well yes, if you need to say those words.”
Damara answered. “More of studies, as
Such things are not really required on
Tellus.”

“A healer though?” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded, looking to her sisters
Curiously. “There are concerns of this?”

“The Earth…” I tried to tell her… “Its
Just that there a lot of sick people where
I’m from.”

“Your world has no medical sciences?”
Damara asked.

Ceres laughed. “I would not prod that
Discussion…Damara, you will not like
What you find.”

“What’s the matter?” Damara asked.

“Could I ask your advice then?” I
Asked.

“Certainly.” She answered kindly, if not
Bewildered.

“Show her a 3rd dimensional view
Of the planet.” Rana ordered, upon
Which the view screen came up then
Transformed to a holographic projection
Of Earth in the center of the room…
In 3-D…hovering among them.
“Take a look.”

Damara studied the great image…
There were readings on panels that
Lit up around the room I could not
Understand; a language in symbols that
I didn’t know.

“Tell him what you see.” Ceres smiled.

“Don’t you want to hear my questions
First?” I asked.

Damara frowned. “I can see the problems
Already.” She walked around the
Sphere projection, glanced at the readings
On the walls. “This is the current
State of the planet?”

“Yes.” Ceres answered.

“What is it?” I asked. “You can see
Things from this view alone?”

“Yes, of course.” Damara said with
An intense expression. “The atmosphere
Is quite toxic…by that I mean of
Sound.”

“Sound?” I asked.

“All worlds have a, or should have,
A nature balance of energies.” She
Explained. “The natural order of things.
When that is disrupted, you will of
Course have problems…Primitive
Technology is the most poisonous
Culprit…Anything creating excessive
Disturbing sounds…to varying degrees…
But this world…has all manner of
Sound disruptions…From high to low
Frequency vibrations…pulse waves…
Sonic explosions…The level of noise is
Absurd…At these ranges and levels…
The immune systems of life forms would
Be compromised, thus allowing all manner
Of diseases to flourish…”

“I did not expect that answer…” I said.

“Tell me,” Damara said curiously, “Do
You often hear ringing in your ears?
Hums? Are you sensitive to sounds, noise?
Have you encountered disturbing sounds
Evoking a hostile reaction?”

“Yes.” I told her eagerly.

“All life is capable of restoring itself
In ideal circumstances.” She explained.
“This world is far from ideal.”

“Remember when we told you about
Sound being the most destructive force?”
Ceres asked.

I nodded, this was fascinating. “I
Thought you were going to offer some
Medicine-type solutions?”

“We heal with sound and light.” Damara
Calmly replied. “Depending on the
Need or situation…A proper resonance
Chamber…But for a planet…But
For this, the damage of such magnitude…”

“The sun has also been emitting hostile
Activity.” Ceres told her…leading her.

“Is that why these chemicals have
Been put into the atmosphere?” Damara
Asked. “To regenerate the damage, or
Rather attempt to repair the damage?”

“Yes.” Ceres said with a gross expression.

“The chemicals are only causing more
Damage to life forms?” Damara asked.
“Who instructed this manner of repair?”

“Who do you think?” Ceres told her.

“They are aware the planet can heal
Itself?” Damara asked.

“The population is nearly 10 billion.”
Ceres said. “That repair by nature would
Devastate the population of all life
Forms.”

Damara was shocked. “That number
Is insane! What is going on here?”

“The Empire.” Varence somewhat laughed.
“Near the conclusion, the culmination
Of a product…all side effects are but
Consequential…The variables are more
Important…Studying the effects become
Most important…The survival of species,
The fittest, the strongest…the weakest.”

“The most stupid.” Rana said.

“So you are saying that life becomes
Meaningless?” Damara asked. “They only
Care about the research, the effects
Rather than life itself? That’s monstrous!”

“They do not care about extinction.”
Ceres agreed. “They care about the product.
Of course they are monsters!”

“You’re telling me that noise? All manner
Of noise pollution is the true culprit of disease?”
I asked.

“Of course.” Damara said. “There are
Other factors of course…But I can
Tell you immediately…That anyone ill
Would and will be sensitive to sound.”

She made the most remarkable
Statement I had ever heard. “Can
You fix it though?”

“The planet wants to heal itself.” She
Told everyone… “You can clearly see it.
The storms…The weather patterns…
The geological activity…A pole shift…
Creating…an ice age I believe you
Would call it? It wants to silence
The disturbances being created on the
Surface.”

“Silence?” I said.

“Silence…” Damara said… “Silencing
The unnatural noise…to return to the
Natural order…Only harmonies could
Evoke a temperate solution…or avoid it…
Music.”

“Songs answer riddles you know.” Ceres
Smiled at me.

“There must be alternative options?” I
Asked her. “Ways to heal, fix it?”

“It’s not our planet to fix.” Rana said
Firmly…

“There are many worlds currently
Under such duress.” Diana quickly
Pointed out. “And many suffer the
Same or worse…”

“They have been trying to fix things.”
Varence quietly said… “Attempting…”

“At relentless expense.” Ceres argued.

“Why this world?” Kierista had to ask.
“With all the worlds suffering right now…
Your insistence of Earth, Apollo?”

“Varence.” He corrected. “Because,” he said
Pointing to me, “of the Starseed…of
Our friend here…and the higher
Circumstances that have presented themselves.”

“Of course.” Kierista realized… “The circle…”

“Enough.” Rana stated holding out her
Hands flat for reason. “This could be
Argued several ways…Direct all interest
To the present…now.”

“I do not understand,” Damara questioned,
“You claim they have been trying to fix
This? Clearly it’s a mess.”

“You should see how they practice
Healing.” Ceres laughed. “You would be
Appalled.”

“What do you mean?” Damara asked.
“The planet or its life forms.”

“They practice reckless use, or rather
Misuse of the mind…” Ceres said.

“Their mental powers are debatable,” Vala
Then laughed as she sat admiring
Her long polished nails. “Genuine worry there.”

“Please elaborate.” Damara said.

“They have to pay for medicine.” Varence
Informed her.

“You mean experiments…that don’t work.”
Ceres corrected.

“Pay?” Damara asked.

“But the most ridiculous sciences they
Have are of the mind.” Vala said sternly.
“They cause more damage with their
Mind dabbling…They fantasize
And call it meditating…Regressive
Brain washed therapies like something
They call hypnosis…remote healing…”
She laughed.

“What?” Damara said in disbelief. “Do
They have any idea how dangerous it
Is for anyone to play with the mind
Like that? Especially considering
The state of the planet?”

“They do not have these things where
You’re from?” I asked.

“Mental sciences are an extremely
Delicate respected science…” Damara
Said…

“For even the most advanced worlds.”
Vala said.

“And even the BEST healers cannot,
Should NOT do remote healing.”
Damara informed… “And with a
Planet like this, in its current
Condition? To send out psychic
Energy…would immediately be
Corrupted…it would be dragged
Through a waste land of etheric trash
Collecting it like a net! NO, the
Only way for healers to work is hands
On…in the room…no one should do
Otherwise. Who came up with this?
Some dark science practioner?”

“I can only imagine.” Ceres laughed
Looking to Varence.

“A delicate matter.” He instructed. “You
Risk them taking great offense, Damara.
Their egos will not want to hear you
Say this.”

“Look at the planet.” Damara said
Pointing to the 3-D image. “Look at
Those deafening readings. The sheer
Magnitude of noise is offensive. How
Can they not see it? And now you
Claim they have these barbaric
Practices? What else? Do they pedal
Drugs and deadly vaccinations also?”

No one said a thing to her words.

“Do they?” Damara asked.

“So offer them some advice then.”
Varence asked her. “Share your
Knowledge.”

“Healers must be in the presence of
The patient for one. ALWAYS. No
Exception.” Damara insisted. “Tell
Them to start practicing a healthier
State of mind…”

“I’m sure there are those who do this
Somewhere…” I told her.

“Not enough.” Damara said. She turned
To face me kindly, she did have a
Very gentle concerned nature. “Listen…
Look at the colors of the planet…
Visually it’s beautiful…And it cries
Out…The colors are a clue of what
Naturally works…”

“Pay attention to this closely.” Varence
Told me.

“Color therapy?” Damara said. “We
Heal with sound and light…The
Colors of light…The light and sound
Must cascade in harmony with one
Another…this promotes the healing.
This is done in the resonance chambers…
But modestly it can be done by healers
In a closed room…
Your world is of blues and greens…
Aquamarine…The most nourishing colors…
Life forms…the blood is red? In
The color spectrum…the complimentary
Color of red is green…The nourishing
Green to heal the red, the life…
The blue, blues…are the calming tones,
From quiet to sleep…look at the
Planet…The white clouds…The swirls,
The patterns…The storms, the wind of
Which that moves nature…white light…
These are your healing colors…
Properly nursed with violet, or purples…
The red with the calming blue? Do
You understand?”

“I’m an artist,” I told her, “I see the
Colors…”

“Perfect.” Damara said. “Then you
Understand colors…What is yellow?
The sun? The sunrise…yellows, oranges,
Pinks…Dawn…Waking, energizing
Colors…Sunset…Oranges to reds and
Purples and the deep blue of night…
The twilight of sleep…Dream time…
The psychic mind…The healer of each
Ones’ inner spirit…Everyone has it
In them.”

“So you’re saying, healing is like an
Art form?” I asked.

“Everything is related, yes.” Damara
Said. “Then set to music…cascading
With colors, that is what heals…
Along with the correct intensity…
But absolute harmony…That’s what
Heals…Anything else is an attack…
A hostile form of healing
Which never lasts and has consequences.”

“But what about medicines?” I asked
Her. “Drugs, medications, herbs?”

“They only antagonize a reaction
Inside the body,” Damara explained,
“They literally stimulate the
Internal vessel to react…to heal
Itself…They do not heal alone…While
Yes this helps of course…Sound and
Light healing is essential for long
Term benefits…And even that, still,
Must be done in person.” She
Laughed. “Would you take medicine
Remotely? Then how can you heal
Remotely? Your world has serious
Comprehension problems.”

“Heavens to admit that!” Ceres laughed…
“Dare they write a book of revelations
On the end of the world! Of a beast
With many heads…of an age
Of many plagues…The metaphors
Of diabolic thinking…reasons…
Malpractice.”

“Minds will shatter across the
Universe they know.” Varence laughed.
“Tread carefully…They will fight
You by how they know things…”

“Because they really no not want
Change!” Rana insisted.

“Common sense!” Damara pleaded
Kindly, desperately. “I am not asking
For punishment or calling names…
I am only asking eyes and minds
To open to heal a suffering wound!”

“You should see what they look like.”
Ceres told her.

“Why?” Damara asked.

“Are you judging by appearances then?”
I asked worried.

Ceres turned kindly. “I am not saying
We look and say…ugly…NO…
We judge more by behavior…Physically
Life on Earth is fascinating to look at.”

“But bear in mind,” Ceres explained
Quite firmly. “We are not lead by our
Hormones.”

“But you do argue.” I said. “And you
Slapped Varence several times.”

“Not with hate, never hate.” Rana
Said. “I hope you do realize the
Difference…”

“I’m trying.” I said.

“The point, my friend,” Varence stepped
Forward, “Is the nature of what is
Happening here now…How we have
Come together here…see what I have
Shown you…The sisters…Their bond,
In differences and knowledge after
So long coming together…Compare their
Long absent separation to the current
Union…to your world…The attitudes…
The loss…The differences and separation
To what must come together…and to
What it can accomplish…Miracles
Are at your fingertips…if you can
Just get past those walls to come
Together…”

“And then imagine worlds likewise
Coming together.” Ceres added.

“The power in that.” Vala added
Staring at the planet hologram…
Then pointing. “If that can but
Begin with the bright spark here…The
Ripple effect, the rings of harmony
Will resound throughout the
Universe to all worlds…And with
Hope overcome the Empire…And thus
Save our universe from being
Destroyed…That is the goal…”

Kierista nodded. “Considering what
Is at risk…we have to try.”

“Where to begin though?” Venus replied,
A humble concern on her face.

“This whole manner of words has to
Change.” Rana said, her eyes pointing
To the notebook…

“You prefer a different approach then?”
Varence asked.

“Of course.” Rana answered him, as they
All began to stand in a circle around
The hologram of Earth. “I would suggest
We take time to consider this…”

“Allow me to show you something first.”
He said withdrawing the small pocket
Device…then dismissing the hologram
To retrieve a 2 dimensional active screen
Before them…
The sisters gathered, as did V’Riel, the
Great lion man from the shadows…

“What games now?” Ceres teased him…
Her eyes rolled as the screen displayed
An image…of a sports game… “By
The stars…not this again?”

“What is this?” Rana tilted her head
As they all began making strange
Faces…Even the ever silent Camlo
Joined them eagerly.

“One of their ball games.” Ceres said
With distaste.

“Ball games?” Evangella seemed
Confused, intrigued?

“It’s called baseball.” Varence told them,
Crossing his arms, holding his chin…As
The screen displayed a player with
Uniform and bat taking position…

“What is he doing?” Venus asked.

“Watch.” Varence told them.

“What is the purpose of this?” Ceres
Demanded.

“Watch.” Varence only insisted.

The player hit the ball that was
Directed at him by the pitcher…
Then the ball soared…and the
Game began…

“This…is a game to them?” Rana
Scowled, squinting her eyes. “To strike
A ball and chase it?”

“It’s somewhat…entertaining.” Venus
Commented…amused.

Rana rolled her eyes. “That’s it? I
Would rather see him take the stick and
Chase those in the field with it to
Strike them…to see who gets hit the
Most…or avoid getting hit…That
Would be entertaining.”

“Rana that’s horrible! Brutal!” Kierista said.

“I don’t see any point here.” Rana
Said. “Especially considering the state
Of the planet…That arena is full of
Spectators…and their world is a mess?
I don’t see suffering.”

Varence smiled. “It’s a sport.” He then
Changed the screen to a television show…
One I recognized…A popular dancing
Show. “Another one of their programs.”
He told them as he looked about
Their faces.

“Oh that’s wonderful. Skillfull.” Kierista
Said with excitement. “Dancing, yes?”

“That seems more of a sport.” Venus
Agreed. “Athletically challenging…
Appealing…”

The show progressed into a critique
By judges which left the sisters
Confused…

“They evaluate the performance?” Damara
Asked. “Why?”

“It’s a competition.” Varence informed
Them…He then changed the
Screen to yet another sport
Game… “This is called soccer.”

“Do they chase a lot of balls for sport?”
Rana asked. “This is very strange.”

Varence smiled…then changed the
Screen to another sport… “This is
Called basketball.”

“They are quite serious about these
Ball games.” Kierista exclaimed. “The
Spectators never seem absent.”

He then changed the screen to another
Show, a popular singing competition…
He said nothing but only waited for their
Reactions.

“Another evaluation?” Rana said slightly
Laughing. “Competition seems very important
To them.”

Varence had made his point fast…
Smiled victoriously…then began showing
Them other programs…dramas…films…

“The flashing of the screen disturbs
My eyes.” Damara said. “Are they being
Vaccinated through their eyes?”

Varence turned to her sharply, a broader
Smile… “You are quite a fast thinker.”
He said to her with praise. Most of
Them seemed confused or bored with
Programs otherwise… “Please look at
This now.” He showed them images
From the internet…various screens
And websites…blogs…

“Intense flashing…” Damara said. “Doesn’t
It hurt their eyes?”

“I never look at it.” Ceres declared.

“What do you see Damara?” Varence
Asked her.

“I see an elaborate mind game…”
She answered. “Patterns and symbols
Designed to direct the eyes…hold
Them…and impress the mind.”

“Mesmerizing somewhat…Wouldn’t you
Say?” Varence asked.

“If you wanted to trap someone’s
Attention for hours.” Damara squinted,
Avoided looking at the screen. “It is
Distracting.”

“That is the point you are making
Then?” Ceres said to him. “Of these
Distractions?”

“Finally.” He only said, resolving their
Reactions.

“Enough of this.” Rana ordered. “I’ve
Seen enough. Please display the prior
Image of Earth again.”

He did as she requested…without
Fighting it at all. The 4 dimensional
View of the planet reappeared, and
Once again they all stood around it…
They seemed far more fascinated by
This image…and the readings on the
Walls…

“The things he showed you on the screen,”
I asked, “They didn’t appeal to you
At all?”

“I find it hard to see entertainment
Here when the planet is in this state.”
Rana said. “Time could be better spent.”

“Finally, words of greater meaning.”
Ceres said.

There was a period of silence as they
Studied the image of Earth, the
Moving cloud formations…the readings
On the walls…in depth statistics of
Which I could not read…

“May I ask,” Varence asked, “Have
You made a plan then?”

They were quietly of unified thoughts
Somehow…A telepathic communication?
The verbal words appeared only to be
Formerly meant for me to write.

Rana watched me carefully. “I do.”
She met her sisters’ eyes with some
Wildness, tamed only by her leading
Position. “Vala…What do you see?”

Vala stood positioned, staring upon the
Pacific ocean…eyeing all manners of it,
Particularly the west coast of America.
She then strolled around the planet…
Eyeing specific things… “The planet is
Alive in its targeting of very certain
Areas…It has been doing this
Continuously. Yes, I see the targets.”

“Will it work?” Rana asked her.

Vala pursed her lips. “Oh of course…
They cannot see it clearly…They
Are still attempting to control it.
Ridiculous.”

“Can you tell me what you are
Talking about?” I asked.

“You would not understand it this way
No matter how many words were used.”
Varence strangely explained. “Just
Write the words heard, my friend, nothing
More.”

“The time of details is over.” Rana
Told me.

“The planet has been telling you where
To look for some time.” Vala said to me.
“My spells only advance it.”

“What is going to happen?” I asked.
“You obviously are telling me something.”

Rana was amused, but was kind with me.
“I know they want more from you…But
I ask that you only say, write, what
We give…it’s more than enough.”

Ceres was concerned. “I…we just want
To see you at rest for a while…”

“Your next plans begin soon.” Varence
Told me. “As I’ve said before.”

Rana stood strong. “We’re here for you.
We always will be.”

“What are you saying?” I asked.

“The Bell Tolls are concluding.” Rana
Told me… “They served their purpose.
Your job is only changing…not ending.”

Rana looked to Vala, who joined her side.
“It began with the light and lines of
A box opening to spill forth words
And verses to reach the right minds.” Rana
Told me… “Then, as we’ve discussed…
It was not enough…so it became, or
Rather grew into stories to tell…
Because they were not listening…”

“They remember better through stories.”
Varence nodded. “Who is he? Who is she?
The bold words…” He laughed. “The
Arrogance of beings…speculating if we
Exist?”

“To help them?” Damara asked.

“Oh but they would love to talk to
You, Damara,” Rana said with her
Eyes forged low, “Say that you are
More than imagination first…There
Will be a time for it. Still…but for now,
It, this way ends.”

“To transform again,” Ceres explained,
“But ONE more time…You are, my…our…
Valiant…know that…ALWAYS.”

“You are going to rest for a while,” Rana
Instructed… “The Bells have tolled…
And played their part…When and
Will the next be then…A time for
Thunder…and roars…Know this…
I came, as have we all for a reason…
And when I want something to
End…it will.” She smiled wickedly,
Then nodded for Vala to continue…

Vala turned to me, her hum and siren’s
Song rising… “They’ve been chosen…
Waiting…And now the parts to play…
By way of night and day…As
You were, have…and will still…
Doors to open, the other four…The
Five alive…by the breath…candles will
Light in minds alive and grow to flames
Guided by the stars…
Something might happen tonight…
Wrong to right…
Something born of both sides…
The fires of feeling, the light of hope
And songs of love…
To marry, bridge, the Dark Secret
Soul hidden, suppressed…
To forge the warriors that no maker
Can match…
The Dark Side have shaped their
Own defeat this way…
There is no ascension…
There is but blood and flesh
And the will to rise above waste,
Wasted time, forsaken dreams,
Oppression…And of feeling lost…
The stars align…The comets come…
The fireballs…The eagles fall…
The ravens fly…And the lions’ roar…
And the Spirit Wolves run…To gather
The pack…The rainbow tribe…
Remember your sign…AIR…
The Age of Air…
The winds will roll and rise…The tide comes…

For now…next, comes the Sounds of Thunders
And the Roars…

Valiant

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=43292

Galactic Lightship Dreamflights 26MAR2016

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You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (26 March 2016) during dreamtime.

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

Our Fleet includes the following ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A note from Brianna

Monday 21st was a pretty good example of the song Manic Monday for a lot of us.  In the evening I felt as if into the spin cycle of the washing machine.

I woke up today with the feeling of running away. And that is highly atypical.  So, stuff is in the air, absolutely.  And, as I write this, news keep “falling” like a tornado… airport bombing, subway bombing…  They are really going for it.  Triggering the scare effect. The fight of flee.

Most of you may have read my comments. I fight back. I don’t do “flee”…

Well, this time I’m going to ask something very unusual, coming from my classic activist…thing.

Do not engage !!!

Keep an eye on evolving “news” if you feel compelled to, yes. But at this time do not engage.

Aim higher. Observe, and keep your balance. It seems they are hurling a bunch of events at us.

Heck, I would not be that surprised if the sky turned green. Or pink (I’d rather pink, thank you).

Also, and this may sound annoying, I know, but…  This week is filled with “galactic” events. That  some of us usually celebrate with various rituals.  The 23d is a powerful full moon, and so on.

What I do put out here is : please, this time, go neutral. No rituals. No invoking, no drawing, nothing.

No using the various symbols some of us use.  What I feel is they are really hacking these right now. Trying to harness the energy we could create with rituals.  For their use.  My personal feeling is that by remaining absolutely NEUTRAL this period we will deprive them of this added “power” they are betting on.

Let them starve energetically !

Crystals, incense, essential oils, of course.  Whatever makes you feels good. We sure need the added comfort.  But no “rituals”. Keep it basic.  Passive resistance Gandhi style if you will 

The only symbol that feels “clean” is the infinity symbol.

Or use Bill’s artwork. Pure energy and more. This is all we need to get ourselves thru this time.

And keep close to each other.  Comment, talk, share, and vent if needed 