Corroborating reality bubbles is tricky

[Delight]

Solstice June 21, 2013

Cosmic Grandmother is Bear's mentor. They meet often at her camp. She holds council at any hour and whenever Bear needs her for any reason, he finds himself sitting by her fire. A confidant of beings of every possible kind, She is as Beautiful, Spontaneous, Affectionate, Haughty, Witty, Whimsical, Steady and Changeable as a child. She is as regal as a Queen and is as lustrous as the Moon. Bear's confidence and power is buoyed in her presence. Bear always knows more when he returns from her sacred fire.

Bear has the vision always when sitting with Cosmic Grandmother that from her fire, the Source lights a galaxy of galaxies. He imagines as he watches her tend the flames, that she is the fire keeper of the hearth of truth.

Grandmother spins great tales as teaching stories, for soothing, for remembering. Her mind stretches wide and deep. She is Wise! She is a Creatrix in her sphere and as Sophia's sister has been GAIA's solace.

There is no hierarchy among People. Clan rituals are beloved and do call for formality. Bear's deference and honor is for her earned integrity as a great being. Bear loves her dearly. She in turn, is especially happy to be in Bear's company. He is a great story weaver himself and they never have too little to talk about.

The Solstice occurs at about 1 AM on the 21th of June this year.

Cosmic Grandmother arrived at midnight. Imagine this scene. Grandmother floats in gossamer sheaths of shining, ever changing colors. As she enters the lodge silently, a perfume permeates the air with a scent recalling to mind one's happiest day and the sweetest rest. The People shift into comfort and sigh in satisfaction. Any undercurrents of tension completely relax.

All the people sit with bowed heads out of respect to her except Coyote (He is hidden behind his taller cousin Wolf and sneaks peeks from around wolf's broad shoulders).

After Grandmother takes her place in the circle, Bear stands and speaks:
"Grandmother, you are most welcome to visit our dream lodge. We are honored.
We have been brought together here by the roads we have walked and the ways we have lived. The long road that took us away from Enota has honed our willingness to be guided. Together at home after so long away, we are grateful. We honor this present, the center of our power as People.
The feeling of all here is that we came home now at an appointed time. We have served and will serve the One Lover of all.
Kindred in service and in the pleasure of being useful, we attune to the heart of wisdom carried in your council. We humbly ask skillful understanding and to be true to the single path through the center.
We feel the peace of ALL is Well.”

And with that he sits in front of her, offering tobacco, corn and sweet grass in the traditional way of acknowledging a teacher. These are wrapped in silk that Spider wove with the clan symbols.

Accepting these symbolic gifts, Grandmother closes her eyes and places her long delicate hands on Bears bowed head.
After minutes of silence, as she relaxes into the People and their questions, she looks around and smiles and then merry child like peals of laughter ring from Grandmother. Laughter is infectious and everyone responds with glee. grandmother places her hands behind Bears shoulders and pulls him to her in a magnificent hug. Everyone hugs everyone in a glow of happiness.

Grandmother settles great Bear in beside her and holds his paw.

She beams!
"Thank you for your invitation to meet tonight here at this happy sacred place. I am glad that the People have returned. The timing of your arrival is certainly no accident. This is the most propitious moment to be together again.

Star Gate humming has used discordant frequency for GAIA and in return has restored the frequency of the sacred groves and fields of force that bound our home.
Homings are safe places where all beings may feel vulnerable and have whole access to the high nourishment of GAIA.

In Bubbles that stretch as the contents expand, the friendship that is shared between all the People enlarges the sanctuary of home. Love's Goodness underlies all relation and sustains but is not always allowed in.

Beyond the boundaries, the borderland is in tumult. Raging emotions collide and the stress is building. The Borderland is full of emptiness. This is the freedom of will so that People are responsible. They access their inner love light and live, or die. GAIA's children must choose to be loved.

There are many earthen places like this homing. Enota sanctuaries are beacons. More and more kindred people will be attracted to this realm. They are expanding and crowding out all that cannot awaken to Life. As the bubbles of trust and security expand they will at some time touch and merge. The merging will cover GAIA as a second skin. We are all included in this certainty.

The love that GAIA feels for her children and the love of her offspring for Divine Mother will be like a burning fire which consumes all that is of base and material substance. Death will no longer be known, nor will strife and suffering alone. Trans figuration to a new body is a task for all the People and for GAIA. Together the birthing will bring something beautiful and it is Goodness which drives this plan.

When children allow their inner knowing and awaken, the heart connection unfolds to hear the call. In the shelter of sanctuaries like this, GAIA's stray children will seek our support. It is impossible to know who will be able to hear the call to meet here.

Though the intention has been clear for GAIA and her childrens evolution, the details and intervening responses cannot be known. There may be some who feel confused and lost in sudden changes that must occur. They may have reactions and need support to allow a full and open access to Love.

Your ability to attune to GAIA will be shared with anyone who is drawn here. Your peace is like medicine that can be shared by everyone with blessed results. Your strength is the balm that will fortify the clan.

Grandmother was silent for a pause and then a sonorous voice that the People could feel in their chest thrummed and the tone was encircling and penetrating and as rich as brown loam and as weightless and easy as dandelion fluff blown by a gentle breeze....

"We turn now to the deepest recesses of our heart's chambers and meet Love there. We are complete in and of our own intention for LIFE to thrive.
The People have perfected the magic of being true to self. Self connects with SELF and this realm in which we serve is showered with our light.
We are ONE with all.
In praise for what IS and expectation of ONE benevolence we ask to follow GAIA's journey into the unknown.”

Most People assembled always honored the old traditions of conduct. They would be ashamed to look Grandmother full on as tat was forward. Coyote had no sense of decorum, so as Grandmother prayed, he stared in awe. As the sound of a common prayer faded into silence, she looked him in the eye and winked.

[Delight]

Posted by Delight (here)
Sophia, Aeon, Goddess of Wisdom, World Creatrix in-visioned design.

Beautiful vehicles for Consciousness and a place to explore "being somewhere" was her intention. She would distill frequency to potency and then project it. Forms as material density held fast by a song.

Music entranced Sophia. she grew too attached to her creation. She lost objectivity and made her relationship personal, literally embodying a channel for music she ordered into form.

As GAIA, Her word was made flesh. She is Matter of bodies and all the rest.

This was not a fall but evolution.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, In a place we can call PLEROMA, Consciousness expressed as sentient flows of creativity without objective: the Aeons.
Singular, like streams of color separating from clear light, Aeons achieved particular distinct quality.

The Aeons individualized.

Still, without attachment quality morphed and flowed and the Aeons played in infinite change.

The Aeon Sophia individualized tenaciously.
She held a frequency of consciousness so substantial in a sticky way that once focused she seldom altered. She mastered the holding of “her” exact frequency in an interval. It might be likened to a tone that resounds endlessly until interrupted by a pause. Without pause, no music. This was her creation.

She sounded this frequency and she was transfixed by desire and longing for an ineffable tantalizing unknown. Flow changed to music... space holding dense notes.

Sophia was captivated by delicious sensuality. The tension shook her. Sophia was imploding: magnetic, Feminine, a Divine fractal of longing compressing light into density.

Sophia heavy, gravid the weight pulled her from potential, probability, possibility. Sophia embodied her ideal; heavy, ripe and round, she congealed....Sophia expressed as GAIA
The story is said to be a fall from the Pleroma. It was not a fall but a spontaneous evocation. Sophia birthed GAIA.
The word made flesh

In the void of pleroma, original home of our small Universe, one knows everything without contrast. This compete neutrality of total surfeit had been Sophia's inspiration. When Aeon's streams had first recognized a sort of separate identity of quality, a aprticularity of characteristic was precedented. It is just that no stream had held to such steady focus as Sophia had managed. No one had ever taken the steps that led Sophia to precipitously evoke matter and inhabit a dense and persistant appearance.

Sophia's gift changed everything for the Aeons. Many studied her experiment and some chose to replicate her pioneering terraforming. Sophia had a special beloved who was named Sol. Sol took on her work to replicate her findings.

Sol innately understood Sophia's technology, as the two Aeons had been intricately connected in threads of delight one for another.
Sol focused laser attention to holding frequency after Sophia's example. Sol contemplated the nature of contrast between space and tone. He felt into the way that definition might be achieved through contrast.

Sol was struck as Sophia had been by the potentials for what can only be called personal music. We “Hu Mans” are limited by narrow perception but we have our music. May we try to use what we know of music to comprehend what these two Aeons experienced?

Sol heard himself. The notes sounded more and more clear. Oh if only we could know the feeling really of that ecstasy.

Sol punctuated space with particulars of ideal and made symphonies for his enjoyment. Sol modeled his song of self in harmony with Sophia's.

As Sophia had evoked the Feminine, Sol's song took on a Masculine to be in polarity. In this way, he could be drawn close to her.

Sol developed Divine Devotion for Sophia. This was innovation. Where there had been no particular preference for another stream, depth of special bonding and widening of self to involve another seemed to be natural now to Sol. Sol sent Sophia the waves of his affection.

Where gravid Sophia had condensed, Sol effervesced and sparkled. He felt into radiance. Sol's lightening thought EXPLODED purposefully, definitely and with sustaining power. Now, Sol's stream was too close to matter to be held in potential. He manifested embodiment.

The plan was just as Sol had expected. He would be with Sophia where the slowest frequency of light was possible to entrain the music as form.

And across the surface of the earth, reaching out with shafts of light as if to hold her, the sun rose for the first time.

[Delight]

June 21st 2013

Early in the morning all the way upstairs and under the covers plus a pile of Kitties, Megan could hear someone pounding on the door. She lept out of the bed, royally discombobulating her cat comforters.

In the drive Megan saw a brown UPS truck (always a source of interesting items). A man in shorts was unloading a box, no two, three, four...Megan would definitely have to go see what was happening.

By the time Megan reached the yard, dozens of boxes were on the lawn, on the porch and some of the other People had come to check out the scene.

Margaret was standing with an invoice in her hand and a big big big grin.
Megan asked her what was delivered?
“Supplies for a feast from someone named CG. Very timely, considering today is the Solstice Celebration and we have lots of guests."

Finally the UPS driver was finished. It looked like he needed a break. Sweat poured and he had red cheeks.
Megan crossed his job off her list of “What jobs are really fun”.

The driver had Margaret sign off and handed her an envelope.
Margaret opened it and prepared to read it to the crowd that had gathered.

Coyote sidled over to Megan and whispered. “He can't see any of us, except you and Margaret, ya know.”
Megan was interested but said “Shush, let me hear the letter”.

The letter read:

Dear Margaret,
This is in gratitude for your hospitality. It pleases me very much to spend the weekend with you all. May I invite you and Megan to tea in my caravan tomorrow at 4PM to personally thank you?
My best to you and Megan,
Cosmic Grandmother

Megan counted the boxes and all together there were 39.
Several said perishable.
Several said fragile.
A couple said “For Margaret”
One said “parachute”
Megan found one with her name on it and “ To be opened when you wake up in the morning after the Solstice because you might not want to stay up after midnight?”

The boxes marked perishable would be opened closer to the feast. They had special cooling inserts and Margaret had them moved to the kitchen porch.

This feast would be prepared all evening and eaten after the People had their council. That was so late or early that Megan doubted she would be hungry. In fact she would probably be asleep. Cosmic Grandmother was right about her.

At breakfast, Megan asked Margaret “Did you know about a feast?”
Margaret shook her head. “It was a wonderful surprise. Everything I need to know, I know at the perfect time to know. There are quite a few surprises on the way. Do you like surprises?”

Megan felt two ways about surprise. She knew that everything always worked out so surprise was always good. And when too much surprise happened too quickly, she felt dizzy. That was not always convenient.

But she said “YES”. She liked yes better than no when undecided.

After breakfast, Megan found Coyote who was “helping” to hang the parachute. Actually he was making a mess so Megan didn't feel too sorry that she wanted to take Coyote aside.

She asked him to explain what he meant earlier about the UPS driver.

Coyote reported that everyone sees only what makes sense to them. The People, preferring to appear very similar to “animals” but sooo unlike Borderland animals would cause instant deniability. “The UPS driver chose to completely ignore us.”

Margaret understood. On first meeting the People, she had been very troubled by amnesia. She was actually still inclined to forget them if she wasn't talking to one.

Coyote went back to messing with the parachute and Megan went on with the day.

After the council and a brief ceremony to mark the exact moment when the sun started its downward slide to winter, everyone started in with celebrating.
The feast was incredible. Imagine any kind of food and it was on the table. Fire Water and mineral water and all kinds of sorbets and splashes of nectar wet the People's throats. Throats needed wetting because singing and chatting and toasting and complimenting went on and on long after the food was eaten.

In a daze, Coyote sat, not talking, eating, drinking or ANYTHING.
Something that had never happened, that he had believed never could happen, had, and he was stunned.
Coyote was in love.

The adoration he felt for Grandmother overwhelmed him.
He sat silently watching her gracefully sweep from person to person.

When she finally came and sat next to him, he blushed around the ears.
He was beside himself watching the trickster undone by the Biggest Trick in the book.
All of a sudden he felt as if he would do anything for this being, even change his ways of life if she asked.

“Coyote, my dear dear friend of the heart. I am so glad we have a chance to talk. I have been waiting to meet you for ages”.

Divinity so close and so impossibly brilliant said he was her dear friend!! Coyote's heart was bursting with feeling. Taking some of his own medicine, he let tears well up and roll down his cheeks.

Grandmother placed her hand out and lifted his face and he made himself open his eyes to hers. As they gazed at one another, he saw his destiny. Coyote at his best and trickiest presented in fleeting pictures. In her eyes, Coyote saw his beauty and his value. Her eyes showed him appreciation just because he was himself. In her eyes, his ability to love himself fully became his ability to love everyone as well. By being just Coyote, he was heroic.

“Dear incorrigible and capricious carrier of irony, There is a special precious quality about you. You see things upside down, inside out , and backwards. This is so close to the mix up that is troubling Hu Mans, you may be able to talk their language. You of all of us could reach some and bring them home. Will you be in on an escapade with me?”

Well, OF COURSE he would.

[Delight]

Megans Journal
June 22

I am not a bit concerned about mom coming home. I know she feels nervous, even a little frightened. She says she wants “to get back on her feet” and “back to work”. She has a big list of “to dos” like find another job, an apartment, get our stuff from storage.

Mom says she wants to “get me settled” before school starts. That is months away. I can see a few days of rest didn't change her Type A personality disorder.

We have been kind of camping out for awhile since we moved to the mountains. Most everything we own is still packed away. Our apartment here was furnished and Mom decided not to go back there. Her temporary job that she lost when she went to the hospital was part of her stress. There had not been as much employment as she hoped and this job had split shifts and didn't even pay well.
Mom jokes that she practically paid them to work there.

Mom would be a professional if “Planning for the End of the World” was a job.
Research of how to prepare or catastrophe is what she really works at but it doesn't meet the bills.
It doesn't really support Mom any other way either.

We are very different in our styles.
Me: Type B, Easy Going, Laid Back.
Mom, well, I already said it, driven. Neurotic to the extreme about all the problems of the world and what might happen. ( Mom's favorite word might be Danger!!).

“Worriers” like Mom have a hard time understanding how I feel so casual about life. I clash with Mom so busy prepping all the time. She is sensitive and gets caught in “latest scare alls and cure alls”.

My being casual lets me wait and see if anything bad happens. It does not. I am lucky like with finding money on the sidewalk, or having my teacher call out when my project (that I fell asleep on and did not finish) was due. These are lucky breaks that Mom could have too. I'm HER daughter.

Mom is painfully into the details of the right way to do anything. She pays attention to Martha Stewart and catastrophic problems. She adopts causes. Her latest cause was fighting for GMOs to be abolished. She would not let me eat anything that was not organic, gluten free and vegan. (That is sooo different than Margaret. Margaret might even let me eat hotdogs because she says we can honor and cleanse all the sources of food with blessings. But I don't eat meat, so havn't tested her.)

Mom thinks everything takes work to count. Like with studying, I really do not need to study because of all the books I like to read that are not assigned. My hobbies like chess and even banging as I do at piano helps me figure things out. My neighbors help me learn languages because most of them are foreigners from hispanic countries. We just talk and I know more than the teachers wanted me to know. Just like That (snap).

It hurts to hear Mom say “Megan's lazy.” If I ever miss an “A”, Mom blames it on “Megan's bad habits'.

I am tempted to blame Mom back for HER bad habits.

We got seriously angry with each other before Mom went to the hospital. Mom told me her mental problems are all my fault. Very low vibe! I know she is projecting her shadow elements so I must extend forgiveness. It is so tempting for me to become cold and heartless just to get her back.

Revenge and more revenge,
spiraling into a pit of despair.
Life is just not fair.

I do know better than to get into drama with Mom from my extensive reading of psychology and poetry (again, not from school). But I have to act on what I know. No guilt or blame, just what goes around does come back around.

This time, Mom yelled a lot more than necessary. I screamed at her.
I told her that she wanted to escape her problems.
I told her the problems were in her own head and she's never escaped them and never will.
I told her THAT is why you are crazy.

The next day Tom picked me up at school and Mom was in the hospital.
Here I am having a great time.
I am having a wonderful life.
Any one will once that GOOD flowing in everything is felt.
OK, so maybe I am a bit shakey too in that feeling some days.

(Megan felt a little embarrassed that she wanted Mom to feel happy partially because Mom happy made her feel better. It was much easier when she had no challenges from others bad moods and grief. When Someone else was unhappy, it just was a little harder to stay elevated herself. A feeling of sponging up other's hurts made Megan cold, tired and prickly.)

I hurt when I feel cold and withdraw. Mom does the same later and I feel her hurt. Then I feel more cold and the same thing happens over and over.

All the same, never different.
Defense and more defense,
both of us all alone behind a wall of silence.

With Presence, I feel surrounded in good will. I cannot be prickled so easily. I am certain Mom has felt that presence now. I hope Mom will understand that I need reminding presence is real some times too. If Mom forgets, I can remind her.

The box that Cosmic Grandmother sent to me had three items. One is a beautiful comb made from tortoise shell. My sort of wavy hair is easy to pin up and the air feels breezy on my neck. I used it right away. This was with a gold locket that has a picture of the earth inside. And there was a very fancy leather covered blank book that has an inscription.

In GAIAs living library
seek truth with open hand.
The profoundest act of worship:
Intent to understand.

I always need journals.

Before lunch, Margaret said “What a wonderful serendipity that your Mother will arrive on Monday.” Megan has used that word serendipity herself many times, whenever it fits slightly, it sounds so slidey and cool.

Megan told Margaret that she plans to record everything in her journal about Mom's home coming like an anthropologist might observe foreign tribes meeting. Megan wonders how Ann will like all the unusual People here. She wishes she could record a video on her phone of the first encounter. So far she has not been able to capture anything on video of the People except a few blobs of color that look like flaws on the lens.

This is just like most all the UFO pictures she has seen...sort of blurs that could be just glare.

“Well, Mom may not even notice anything unusual. Coyote says that the UPS driver had deniability and never noticed anyone but us in the yard with the boxes. Mom may have deniability too unless she feels good about seeing stuff like Swan swimming at the lake wearing her rhinestone earrings. (Swan's ENORMOUS fake diamond earrings look terribly gaudy).”

“Well, we will find out sooner than later.” Margaret smiled.

At about 3:30 they headed out the back door to visit the Mysterious and Intriguing Cosmic Grandmother.
Grandmother's tent looked small on the outside. As Megan knows Grandmother is magical
she was sure they would find the inside much larger. A very lovely creature that looked unclassifiable to Megan but had feathery fur in shades of violet greeted them.

Inside the tent it was just huge which validated Megan's assumptions. There was no way to see the top; Only inky black between thick clumps of flickering light like the sky at night.

This was the first time that either had met Grandmother.
The long day yesterday had made Margaret tired and both she and Megan had gone to bed early.

Cosmic Grandmother was absolutely gorgeous. She was seated by a roaring fire and she seemed to be made of sparks herself so that though she was clearly visible, a shifting in and around of sparkles made her wavy and semitransparent at times.

Megan noticed that Grandmother seemed a lot like Margaret in the way she was being.
Both just exuded a certain something that seemed very friendly, capable and comfortable.

Megan had been taught good manners
She knew that it was polite to make formal introductions.
She stepped forward and curtsied as she had seen in Pride and Predjudice on TV.
“Hello Grandmother. I am Megan and I would like to introduce Margaret”
Grandmother nodded to both.
“Welcome to my camp Margaret and Megan.
Please make yourself at home here. Stay as long as you like.
I have felt so welcomed in your home that I will never really leave again.”

Margaret said.
“How do you do. I enjoyed my gifts very much”
Megan realized she didn't know what Margaret had received.

Megan chimed in “OH,Yes, I did too and I am wearing both the comb and the locket. I will cherish them always.”
Margaret and Grandmother both admired the way Megan looked with her hair up and that the locket was just perfect for her.

Margaret proffered a package.
“I thought you might enjoy some wildflower honey that our bees make.”
Grandmother took it and was pleased, Megan could tell.

Megan gave Grandmother a poem she had written and illustrated about Margaret's farm.

They all sat next to the fire which had settled down, drinking mint tea from tiny cups that somehow did not seem to empty or get too cool. Megan was not surprised at all by this further evidence of magic.

Megan talked about the farm, various other family members like Bandit, the dogs and the chickens
Megan told grandmother about herself, why she was at the farm and the plans to bring Ann home.
Megan talked about the arrival of the People.

Margaret did not say a lot. She seemed very intent.
Grandmother listened to Megan and beamed at Margaret.
Megan knew communication was more than words between these two who seemed so similar.
They definitely grokked one another.

Margaret was definitely preoccupied.
She was listening to something below the level of consciousness that she knew to be a download of information.
The steady pressure and the tingling felt a little uncomfortable.
She and was very glad that Megan was so verbal and at ease.

Grandmother asked Megan to tell her what she thought Ann might need once she was home from the hospital.

Megan stopped to think about it.
“Mom needs a purpose in life that does not stress her out”

Grandmother said ”I am sure she will find just the right one.”

In what seemed no time, Margaret said
“I believe it's a good time for us to go home and cook supper”

They said goodbye and both were only a little surprised to discover they missed suppertime by several hours.
It was even way past their bedtimes.

[Delight]

SUPER Full Moon June

Sunday arrived and plans to stay up late and have another party under the Strawberry Rose Full SUPER moon was pretty standard for the People. There were never enough reasons to have celebrations. Unfortunately this year, there were very few strawberries. The rain had been ferocious. The slugs were GI-NORMOUS and fast eaters.

Megan was curious about what perigee and apogee meant about the super moon and so she was busy at her computer.

Megan planned to watch the moon rise and recite a poem she had just written. The poem was pretty useful because it combined information with catchy rhytmn. When she learned the rhyme, she would always recall which Full Moon Name went with the month.

This poem would be the first entry in her new journal. She decided to develop poetic ways to remember any important information and increase her understanding as Grandmother had reminded. It was simpatico with her that the best honor and worship for GAIA was knowing her better. Megan had been wearing the locket and loved knowing that she had GAIA's image near her heart.

Megan took the full moon name's info from Wikipedia and was pleased that she needed exactly 15 minutes to write and 5 minutes to memorize her poem. Megan was bursting with the feeling of her very own FULL self at her best. She wanted everyone to feel this way today.

I AM A GENIUS in my own mind she told Bandit who disagreed. "GENIUS must be recognized by others to be true." NOPE, Megan disagreed. Bandit sniffed and washed her face.

“Wolf packs howl in January
February Snows
Worms appear for Robins when the March wind blows
Pink peeks out in April
In May more Flowers bloom
June's for Rose and Strawberry
In July the Thunders boom
The sultry August evenings bring a Full Red moon
In September at the Harvest, summer ends too soon
October's moon helps Hunters
In November Beavers build
December brings Cold and Full Long nights
And a year of moons fulfilled.
By Megan June 23, 2013

Megan cleaned her room and changed the sheets. Mom would be arriving tomorrow. Megan was sharing the big upstairs room with Ann because there were some other kids staying with Margaret downstairs. Home here was an absolute education in cooperation. No One was in Anyone Else's Way! It seemed that Margaret always had enough time for everyone. If anyone wanted, it was OK to just do nothing. Chores still got done.

This was going to be the best rehabilitation program ever for Megan's hyperactive brilliant full of “Shoulds, Haveto's and Musts” Mama Ann.

[Delight]

Sunday June 23
Turtle Island

Megan had been so busy researching that she was late to breakfast.
When Meagn arrived the kitchen was spotless but No Breakfast was ready and no Margaret was there to hug her good morning.
Megan was a little startled. She had expected Margaret in her huge apron to be doing the things Margaret usually enjoyed in the morning.

Megan went to check Margaret's bedroom.
A sign on the door said:

“Please do not disturb. I am feeling a little pitiful.”

That was a good enough explanation and Megan went back to the kitchen for a bowl of Cheerios made with all natural oats, a banana and goat milk. That would taste yummy.

Margaret did feel pitiful. Once in a while, especially after an intense download, her body felt fried.
This wasn't being sick, but was a sign that her body needed to catch up. The body just wanted to be quiet.

Some times, to make sure Margaret would lie still in a dark room with ice on her head, Margaret 's body manifested a migraine.

As Margaret lay as still as possible, she drifted in and out of a twilight. More awake she talked to the searing pain starting at the back of her heart and moving all around from her head to her toes in the body field.

Margaret let herself feel niggles of concern that needed reassuring. The fear of “being sick” was just because this was a pitiful feeling. It was so pitiful that if the house was about to blow away, Margaret would lie still anyway and wait to fly off with her bed. Usually the situation took about 20 hours, a full day. The next she would feel so well that she was even better off than before the migraine.

She thought “I know I am just perfect even when I feel my head is on fire and the space between my shoulders bursting. This is a healing pain. My body is letting in light, wisdom and greater capacity. I appreciate that I can feel how pitiful this seems”.
Then she would intentionally relax and fall asleep a little while.

Megan had an idea that Margaret would like it if she did some things Margaret usually enjoyed. Kefir from the goat milk was in a jar on the counter. Megan had watched Margaret strain the milk into a new jar and start another batch with fresh milk every day.

Megan gathered all the supplies. She strained the milk through a white plastic screen. Little granules and larger bits like tiny cauliflowers were caught on the screen. Megan gently scraped off the kefir grains into a new jar of milk and closed the lid loosely because kefir is fizzy. She let the black stub tail Maggie cat lick the remaining clinging kefir grains. This was something Maggie liked that no one else cared about.

Megan put the readied jar into the refrigerator and cleaned up. It felt satisfying to know how to do the simply important things in life.

Then looking around for another project, Megan decided there wasn't much that excited her in the kitchen. She decided to take the dogs swimming.

Meanwhile the people down at their encampment were dismantling the Privet hedge lodge. They would burn the lodge materials during the celebration for the the Super Moon.

Megan was very approving of a philosophy of transience. A Lodge made new for every council gave people a sense for the value of impermanence. This was a fung shui that Megan liked. No need to rearrange anything....just start again fresh every time.

Megan had contemplated techniques to get around the repetitive need to clean house and “clear energy”. This was IT. Just build your home one day and burn it up the next. The People taught Megan that the perfect spot to be in changes like everything else. Megan reflected on how the move to the mountains had been stimulating to Megan and Ann.

Big construction is hard to tear down. It keeps us from moving too. Too much commitment like a mortgage is a drag. It's a weight that keeps people “making do” with their situation. Again, Megan thought of Mom. Ann was a free spirit but thought that being free was just tweaking being “normal”. By striving to be a “better” normal solid citizen person, she went mad.

Solid breaks eventually.

Megan had listened to the news and had decided temporary geodesic dome construction with local materials (like Privet) was a real solution to encourage. This was the first time she had seen her idea in action.

Megan showed everyone her gifts from grandmother. She listened to Crow share how symbolism of her tortoise shell aided the People. As she helped dismantle the dream lodge she learned.....

Tortoise in the form of turtle island is one way to imagine a collection of rich, diverse, and civilized peoples in cohabitation. The People are also always carrying home with them like tortoise has the shell. A person has all she or he needs with them too, even if they can't believe this to be so. The shell reminds us that its what is inside us that is LIVING so the shell is useful for only a little while.

Megan liked silly jokes and riddles and had a tortoise riddle to offer.
“The turtle took two chocolates to Texas to teach Thomas to tie his boots. How many T's in that?”
After several wrong answers were offered, Megan said
“There are 2 T's in THAT!”
No one laughed at first and Megan had to explain.
It must have been a cultural gap?

It was getting dark and the People were dressing for their party.
Megan wandered back to the house feeling a little hungry though she had eaten lots of popcorn in the afternoon.

She checked on Margaret (door still closed and sign intact).

Megan thought about feeding the other kids and they came through the door at that moment. Once in awhile she was aware that though there were several other kids here at times, they did not necessarily appear until she thought of them?

Looking in the frig, she found lettuce and on the counter a few tomatoes from the garden were ripe. Some home made bread was left from Fridays baking. Megan loved tomato sandwiches with lots of mayonnaise and pepper. She could easily make dinner... fresh tomato sandwiches in the summer could be every meal in her opinion.

Margaret was still sleeping and was in a busy dream. She was making a huge dinner and was going to use all the 23 pieces of her good china plus all the day to day china, paper plates and every dish in the house to feed her neighbors. In the dream, a whole town had moved onto the farm.

Margaret found herself watching a group of children making cookies. Megan was there and as Megan had made cookies many times, was showing how to measure the ingredients. Little boys who needed to stand on stools to reach the counter were helping.

One of the tiniest boys was still too short even on tiptoes. In his enthusiasm to be involved, he suddenly levitated off the stool. To see a little boy floating in mid air stirring the cookie dough seemed quite unremarkable.

Margaret woke up. The headache was gone. She looked out the window in time to see a huge, bright orange tinged moon rising in the east. She was still a little tired so she went back to bed, turned over on her side, went to sleep and finished cooking her dream dinner.

Coyote had been contemplating the project Grandmother had suggested. He was invited to go to the Borderland in disguise. He was to look for Hu Mans with sentient capability and provoke them if necessary to realize Self Awareness means something and leads home. Hopefully they would reflect on this value and the introspection make them amenable to following GAIA's whispers. It was a long shot but worth trying. Even if a few cleared the static with his help, that was beneficial

Coyote was not sure what criteria he would use to discern Hu Man Sentience. He decided to use himself as an example of what sentient Hu Mans might look like. Didn't Grandmother say he had a similar perspective?

He made a list of a few possible characteristics based on his own traits. He knocked on the back door and asked Megan to help decide where the people with these traits might be found.

1. Knows how to laugh at oneself
2. Asks difficult questions others never thought to ask.
3. Says things others are too afraid to say.
4. Prefers the opposite of what is expected
5. Begins with answers and ends with questions
6. Likes to make a mess but not clean it up
7. Knows the art of self sabotage
8. tricks others into doing the opposite of what they wanted to do

Megan looked at it and said, “From what I see and what I read, there are mystics, addicts, outlaws, comedians, clowns, grifters, philosophers, saints and sociopaths on this list”. I believe you will find all these people at the mall.

[Delight]

Romance

Monday morning arrived bright and almost as early as before the Solstice. Margaret did feel fabulous and light today. After she had made coffee she went to see what was blooming in the garden.

Hummingbird was visiting and Margaret finally had a chance to talk to visit with her. Hummingbird was a fast talker and before a few minutes had passed, Margaret was up to speed on Hummingbird's project to promote the condition of "permanent honeymoon". The blush of love that colors everything so bright but may fade can be maintained. She has a program for that to share.

This idea is a very romantic notion and Hummingbird inspires Margaret to remember her beloved husband. She has felt the way unconditional devotion makes even the smallest detail of life beautiful. Everything is bejewelled in love. "Humm, lovely romance is inspiring and you will be just the one to share it".

Husband Greg had known Margaret was about the “coolest chick” he would ever meet. Margaret never failed to find Greg a warm snuggly loving partner at the end of a day. They were so comfortable that they felt generally very happy. However, They had NOT had anything like a permanent honeymoon relationship.

Sometimes what they had liked best in each other might seem to be an obstacle and insufferable?
He was mostly earth and fire. She was mostly fire and air. They both needed more water. Was that why they met? Together they evoked something neither had as an element. Between them, they conjured up emotional release, sensitivity and inner reflection. The small but deep rifts in their marriage pushed inner reflection out of painful impasses. The ways that connected made them more empathic and more giving as people. Trusting that they read each other, they learned to trust intuition more in general.

Now, Margaret was a widow and not a wife. That meant that she had suddenly lost her social identity one day and had to regroup. As a couple of the neighborhood they had interacted with lots of other couples. They each had careers, goals, objectives that seemed very important. They were a childless family with a kind of comfortable routine.

Then when Greg left for parts unknown, she was left behind to figure out what was important without him. She had taken well to solitude.This was a much more watery kind of life now.

It was easy to see how her loss focused her to develop deeper self awareness. It was only after Greg was gone that she had turned her attention to an inner world. She sort of drifted away from her social world into her contemplative FEELING connection to Presence, to higher mind and sense that God in all things mattered more than a lover.

As far as Hummingbirds intentions, romance makes the world flowery and sunny when the weather is cold and dark. Would Margaret be open to romance ever again?

Sheryl her “pet milk” supplier made the Monday delivery of a gallon of goat's milk. Sheryl has a 100 acre working farm with a herd of pampered goats, a huge garden that she grows for marketing, lots of laying hens and knowledge of animal and plant healing techniques as extensive as an encyclopedia. Sheryl is usually late for her next delivery but still enjoys sharing all the particulars of goat rashes, garden blights and whatever she is treating.

Margaret loves the way that Sheryl enjoys what she does.
Margaret would not be happy herself as a Vet to a flock or assiduously monitoring for pest management. Margaret wants to practice at the place where energy and vibration then create reality. Radical Manifestation through intention is a technology she appreciates.

Sheryl spaces out when Margaret talks about energy signatures, intention, communication through the matrix and all that. Margaret spaces out over talk of elixers, creams, salves and dietary supplements. But they also really like each other. Margaret knows too: ”I was not always focused this way. We really may change our story”

Margaret is struck suddenly with how Sheryl is expressing romance. Hers is a romance of success as a benevolent and capable herds woman and nurturer of the green and productive crop.

Romance is really so much larger than the male/female dance of love and sex. It is the way we feel inspired and the kind of ideals we hold that determine a personal romance. Stay true to the Consciouness of feeding the Ideal and there is the permanent honeymoon.

[Delight]

Megan was having a slumber party in her room. Since she had noticed her LACK of notice for the other kids, they were very attentive to her. She had been enjoying being a sister to the brothers.

Two brothers were curled on pallets around the double bed. The littlest boy named Joseph sucked his thumb and cradled Abner under the covers next to Megan.

This was great because she had not hit it off with Abner so well.

As much as Megan tried to appreciate Abner, he irritated her. His arrogant “I know everything before you do” and his bragging “twice as much as YOU would ever know” attitude takes every ounce of patience that Megan planned to use some other way.

Abner had actually been less insufferable with happy acceptance from Joseph. Everyone should have someone who can be a close confidant. Abner seems to give Joseph confidence. Before he started spending time with Abner, Joseph hardly spoke. Now he confidently exclaims over anything that may come up. To hear such strong opinions in a little kid voice is funny.

The two bigger boys are twins. These two are completely individual with different styles and looks and manner. One is tall and the other short, one dark with chocolate eyes and skin and the other light haired with big blue eyes and no color at all (its called albino and a lack of melanin according to my research).
It's really a contrast. Jack and John are their names.

Their father and mother were religious ministers hit by a drunk driver. On the way to church they died. The Boys were at home with a sitter. Abner would have called it a cliche in the story line. This is a real tragedy that sounds unbelievable but all stories have a basis in fact.

Margaret reminded me that they might act very casual about the accident and having no mother and father now. This is a shock that causes freezing until the best time to thaw.

I do not have to act like I do not know anything. That is a relief. Margaret says I'll know what to do if they talk about it.

My “child of a mental patient” sensitivity training gave me some clues about gentleness in trauma. It is best that I listen INTENTLY to everything the boys say and feel what they are telling as much as hear what they say. My listening skills keep me from adding grief by being gauche.

Anyway, as everyone knows, it is much easier to be listening when with a complete stranger. Family communication has history, assumptions and all to ignore. Sometimes maybe we do not want to hear what isn't being said. More deniability.

Tonight the boys are in on Margaret's story. The cats have all moved because boys can get rough in a heartbeat. Because the cats left me, Megan and Buddy get to be here tonight. The cats usually run them off from their bedroom.

John is Megan's favorite.
Buddy likes Jack.
There is an equal number of new best fiends which is fortunate.

Margaret explained to the boys that the candle would help them hear their own happy story to dream on.

I wonder?
Does that mean we all don't get the same one?

Meagn can hear the creaking of margaret's rocker as Sleepiness pulls her down into the depths.

Sol and GAIA Fall in Love

Sol was now near his beloved GAIA
He appeared out of the Void as a gaseous explosive sun cloud to complement her dense earth.
Two complementary solid state bodies and their new way of being together preoccupied the Lovers at first.

Sol had been in touch with Sophia in sort of an abstract way even after she left the Pleroma.

Now there was so much tangibility, they could feel one another in such a new way. There was so much new possible feeling between them to explore.

They were close enough to share a single point of view in their shared passion for their music. They enjoyed this honeymoon space of very first times. Sol and GAIA invented Romance.

Singing to one another, sometimes seeking the balance where they were neutral and there was silence, Singing together in narrowing or broadening ranges of tonality the two merged and reemerged and were AS ONE but individual. It was a Divine mating.

Nothing like this personal and particular and intense partnership had existed before. To be able to forge such closeness without being wholely submerged was ineffable. This was tension seeking resolution that in frustration must create something new to accommodate the tension. Love now was an intention between elements that naturally creates offspring.

Before she condensed as GAIA, Sophia had held an idea of what might be possible if she could slow down the space/tone long enough to hold solidity. Sophia was surprised by how the desire had fleshed itself out.

Only by becoming fully immersed in feeling material did she know how to perceive her personal experience and only with Sol in Union had she expanded being personal to include Sol. They would now share that personal relationship capacity.Together they could create a People to populate a world.

The fractalization of Sol and GAIA's love was celebrated in the Pleroma.

[Delight]

Posted by Delight (here)
Sunday June 23

Coyote had been contemplating the project Grandmother had suggested. He was invited to go to the Borderland in disguise. He was to look for Hu Mans with sentient capability and provoke them if necessary to realize Self Awareness means something and leads home. Hopefully they would reflect on this value and the introspection make them amenable to following GAIA's whispers. It was a long shot but worth trying. Even if a few cleared the static with his help, that was beneficial

Coyote was not sure what criteria he would use to discern Hu Man Sentience. He decided to use himself as an example of what sentient Hu Mans might look like. Didn't Grandmother say he had a similar perspective?

He made a list of a few possible characteristics based on his own traits. He knocked on the back door and asked Megan to help decide where the people with these traits might be found.

1. Knows how to laugh at oneself
2. Asks difficult questions others never thought to ask.
3. Says things others are too afraid to say.
4. Prefers the opposite of what is expected
5. Begins with answers and ends with questions
6. Likes to make a mess but not clean it up
7. Knows the art of self sabotage
8. tricks others into doing the opposite of what they wanted to do

Megan looked at it and said, “From what I see and what I read, there are mystics, addicts, outlaws, comedians, clowns, grifters, philosophers, saints and sociopaths on this list”. I believe you will find all these people at the mall.

Down at the camp everyone is enjoying a breakfast of fruit. The People had set up camp by the orchards just so they wouldn't have to walk very far for breakfast in the morning. Because of all the rain and no difficult late frosts, all the trees are bearing and ripe fruit was everywhere. The nut trees are going to be loaded too in the fall.

The People eat fruit and nuts because they can only materialize to a certain frequency. In their heaviest state they could not adjust to eating even vegetables as they would feel the beings pains at being eaten. This is not judgemental about other denser beings at all...one must eat what one must for particular body types.

Cosmic Grandmother plans to leave after breakfast so she is giving some last minute advice.

She suggests that since the People have returned home and are settled for a while, they might set up a creative workshop. Everyone might make something and Coyote, sort of a clutz with making a finished product doesn't mind selling. Coyote may have a kiosk at the mall. They will share all the proceeds after expenses. Margaret might be a partner who helps order any supplies, arranges transportation and Megan's mother Ann who will be coming soon might even be open to keeping the books.

This is absolutely a marvelous idea. Everyone is able to immediately think of something that suits their individual abilities. Bear immediately thinks...I have a real taste for granola. I could make packaged granola from dried fruit and nuts as there is plenty needing dehydrating. I will have to order in oats from the UPS truck.

Everyone else had equally feasible plans pop right up and they could hardly wait to get started. The vote to become entrepreneurs was unanimous.

In less than a month they could set Coyote up as their sales force at the mall and this was exactly what Cosmic Grandmother wished to hear.

[Delight]

Posted by Delight (here)
Sol and GAIA Fall in Love

Sol was now near his beloved GAIA
He appeared out of the Void as a gaseous explosive sun cloud to complement her dense earth.
Two complementary solid state bodies and their new way of being together preoccupied the Lovers at first.

Sol had been in touch with Sophia in sort of an abstract way even after she left the Pleroma.

Now there was so much tangibility, they could feel one another in such a new way. There was so much new possible feeling between them to explore.

They were close enough to share a single point of view in their shared passion for their music. They enjoyed this honeymoon space of very first times. Sol and GAIA invented Romance.

Singing to one another, sometimes seeking the balance where they were neutral and there was silence, Singing together in narrowing or broadening ranges of tonality the two merged and reemerged and were AS ONE but individual. It was a Divine mating.

Nothing like this personal and particular and intense partnership had existed before. To be able to forge such closeness without being wholely submerged was ineffable. This was tension seeking resolution that in frustration must create something new to accommodate the tension. Love now was an intention between elements that naturally creates offspring.

Before she condensed as GAIA, Sophia had held an idea of what might be possible if she could slow down the space/tone long enough to hold solidity. Sophia was surprised by how the desire had fleshed itself out.

Only by becoming fully immersed in feeling material did she know how to perceive her personal experience and only with Sol in Union had she expanded being personal to include Sol. They would now share that personal relationship capacity.Together they could create a People to populate a world.

The fractalization of Sol and GAIA's love was celebrated in the Pleroma.

Parenthood

GAIA and Sol were bissfully in love with each other and parenthood. Their oly vexation was Sol's step children. GAIA had deep maternal feeling for all her children. These crippled offspring she had birthed foolishly (ignorance is not bliss, she knew bitterly) were her responsibility. Sol and she spent endless hours comparing the warm vibrant life full children to the ones lacking any of the soul spark Sol had added.

They invented the very notion of rehabilliation but sorrowfully learned that if there is nothing capable of being reformed, there is no hope. Because the ideal is what comes first, the product cannot be anything but its ingredients.

The beginning principle will accumulate more of itself.
What will be builds on what is innate.

The poor pitiable babies acted like monsters because without what they were missing they could not feel anything. They had a kind of intelligence that was a shadow of sentience.
They had perception but no undertanding that comes through the deliciously fresh feeling they missed.

They were obscessed by a jealousy and hatred of their younger sisters and brothers.

They could copy life that could not be comprehended

The depth of pain that GAIA and Sol felt birthed selfless intention to make right the error.
Compassion drove them to create healing. And this in itself was a two edged condition. What is perfect needs no healing. To have acknowledged a lack was a creator of impovershment. Hopefully the idea of lack could be screened and the dear earthly babies never troubled with this idea of problems.

How would this healing be implemented? They decide the problem was a kind of starvation and a food might be given?

Sol and GAIA tried to implant the missing element. It was not earth, air, fire or water based element. These elements were accessible to the growing hoard that was building in this bit of material cosmos.

What was this fifth element?

It seemed to be an elixir generated by lovemaking itself. When their deeply nourishing lovemaking
had fractilized in form, the very essence of love loving itself was created.

So it was determined that the beings needed the elixir of life.

The project to synthesize life elixir from lovemaking was very pleasurable and the two made lots of substance.

Again and again it is to be emphasized that in creation as invented by the Aeons there is intention and unintended, which is very entertaining really.

The intended feeding of something that the Monstrous mimics never had themselves just created more sophisticated capacity to pretend. They beings used the template and made artificially similar “life forms” out of this deliciously indigestible material.

These antithetic to life animations grew more complex. They proliferated in a kind of cloning manner. They proliferated but they still had no feeling at all.

Addiction is a kind of allergy really. The substance is not nourishing and it may be the toxicity that causes the effect of cravings?

They developed a taste for the elixir that was ever increasing and expanding and necessary to be eaten. They huddled around their siblings to get the fix.

This had unintended consequences. They became a fixed form of self reinforced though narrow ideation and we may call them the Archons.

[Delight]

Tuesday

Megan had not cared as usual that Mom was delayed. Ann had explained to Megan that she would NOT take tranquillzers after discharge so had to saty till Thursday. She had been very firm with the psychiatrist and he had reluctantly agreed but wanted her to have a detox. She had been taking xanax and it was tricky. It could get to habituate in the bloodstream so you needed to take it to feel normal. Without it all the worst symptoms you ever had had could take over. Megan had always been certain she would never choose a hospital if crazy. The hospital was the place that you could be made normal only with a pill.

If Megan ever became crazy she would become a siddhu and have a bowl and beg and sleep under the trees with no clothes on. She would definitely have to be crazy to go without the comfort of regular meals.

She was proud that this time Mom was coming home without a pill regimen.

Morganton's best feature is an old state park. It has a swmming beach. Hardly anyone goes there.
Megan cannot believe how few people except for her new family there are in Morganton. It's like a ghost town. That is good because Buddy and Megan insist on going off to visit the neighborhood. Margaret has not chipped the dogs but they have metal bones on their collars that have Margaret's cell number inscribed. Margaret lets them go even though she prefers it when they stay home. Margaret explained that it was not her business if the dogs needed to wander. They have lives to lead independently of their "owners". There are no owners at the farm.

Megan told Margaret "I got in touch with my fear that something bad is possible when I even asked about safety for Buddy and Megan. That is the way my tricky memories catch up. If I think about being unsafe, all the memories of anything about that start bubbling. It might take a whole day to recoop from a nightmare story."

On Tuesday Megan wrote about the day in her journal:

Today at the beach there was a man on a bicycle. He noticed us and came over. "You are one of the oddest troop of people I have seen and I have seen alot.
Actually he was looking at Margaret very sweetly and has a beautiful smile when he said that.

"I don't know why Margaret is acting a bit huffy. I think she must like him?" said Bandit. Bandit had come along with us to swim. She doesn't swim but likes seeing the water splashing.

Margaret had been a little curt when she met him. She said "Excuse me but do you always just say the first thing that you think?" As she said that she swept her eyes around at us. "It feels a bit judgemental to be called odd."

He made up for that stray comment. He corrected us that this was a compliment and he was sorry if it had sounded rude. We kids went swimming.

While we are away, they seemed to be talking about some compatible things. they leaned toward each other at the picnic table and laughed alot.
We had a great picnic. The boys swam all afternoon but I wrote a poem.

Margaret and the man named Sam kept talking. He has ridden 3000 miles on his bicycle and all he has is a tent and a backpack He went from California to Maine and down the Appalachian trail. Then he came down the trail to here. Now he is going to Key West Florida. He came home to camp here tonight. He looks about Margaret's age which seems to change from old to young and back.

Here is my poem

The surface of the wavelets
The streaming of clouds and the streams of water running down a little boys legs
They are always moving somewhere.
I am moving my hand and the surface of the page waves with a word.
Whispers are streaming
I hear them.

I can hear Mom say. "I love you". She sounds soooooooooo strong today.

[Delight]

Wednesday morning at breakfast, Megan remembered to ask what had been in Margaret's two boxes.

Margaret said "I received some tablets to translate"
Megan asked. "What kind. What do they look like?"

Margaret said that they are thin plates of gold that have symbols and pictures embossed.

"They have a very long story to tell. The tablets are called a Terma.
That means a jewel or treasure. the Terma is a treasure for the people.

Would you like to see them?"

Megan's Journal
3PM

Margaret brought the two boxes down and we spread the tablets out on the table. They looked like very strange symbols I had never seen and the pictures were very exotic. I had the same feeling as in history class when we studied the Egyptians. the Egyptians wore very unique clothes and looked very different and acted very different...they spent all their time building monuments.

These are even different from Egyptians or Mayans or Africans OR Indians or native Americans. There are lots of pictures of boats and maps and dinosauers and things that look like inventions and all kinds of writing squeezed in around. It is very comprehensive looking.

Sam came in while we were looking at the tablets. "OMG he is a linguist ", I thought at that moment. Apparently he has been looking at writings on stone all over the place. There are even stone circles and things in Florida to go see and now these tablets. Maybe this is why he showed up now?

It is very interesting too that he and Margaret seem very compatible. Another NBF at the farm. New Best friends NBFs all around...

[Delight]

Boarders and Perfect Timing

The guestroom that Ann would sleep in was home to a clock that Margaret found at a yard sale. It was quite rustic on the outside about 4 feet high and about 2 feet wide. It had a door (and the key was still inside ) with a window revealing its gears and a pendulum. This was a table clock. It had two shafts which the key used to wind the clock and a chime that struck the hours. It was marked “Broken” but only cost $5.00.

Margaret brought it home, set it up with the right time and wound the clock. It felt so happy to be turned on that it gave it its whole effort. Margaret waited to hear it and as the next hour was 4pm, she was surprised that it struck 8. Then at 5 only 1 chime.

It was a very mixed up clock so no wonder it had earned the reputation of broken.

The clock face showed the exact time all the time every time! But unfortunately for sticklers, when it chimed, there was no way it could synchronize the numbers.... People with expectations about the clock's performance would have to be disappointed.

Margaret was happy she had brought it home. She enjoyed listening to the chime as it had a beautiful sound. It mixed her up just enough so she didn't take time for granted. Even in the kitchen she could it hear it. Cooking dinner she might be greeted at 5 with 11 chimes drifting in from the front bedroom. To know she had 6 more hours until 11 reminded her there was no rush. It never ceased to make her interested to listen.

The clock was very settled here in the front room. Margaret wondered if she should move the clock for Ann but had a couple of extra days to decide. She sat on the bed and looked at the room as Ann might see it. Big book cases with beautiful pieces of old pottery in and among the books. The very top held Margaret's collection of 4 and 6 inch mixing bowls. These are aqua green and embossed with trees and fruit. They were made by Homer Laughlin and some called them ornage tree bowls and some apple tree bowls. She had a pottery crazed period when she found Ebay.

Before Ebay a collector had to be content with only what was available nearby. Then Ebay and wherever people had these collectible bowls, she bid and usually won because she liked bidding too much. It was a thrill to snipe and win.
Margaret had fortunately had enough opportunity to dissolve the compulsion out of her system after collecting dozens.

Looking at them now, she still found them very beautiful. It was fun to see them with Ann's eyes...quite a luxuriant stash of sweet small mixing bowls grouped in a cluster.

There was an extra front door leading from the bedroom to a front porch. It had a large window. Margaret had made a curtain for the big window out of an Indian Sari. The deep rose color was restful as the light streamed.

When the house was first built, this was a second front door to a room and upstairs that was separate from the rest of the house. A narrow staircase that was now missing had led to the upstairs room Megan slept in now. Teachers from the local college boarded with the family. They took meals but had their own private parlor and bedroom.

The house was different now and a different stair case led to the top floor. The house had also grown extra room over the years. The house was a lot larger than Margaret needed. She had only recently been willing to share the space. It is always wowing to Margaret that she gets a "yes" from the Universe as soon as she asks. She had asked for more willingness to live with other people and here they came.

The door stood as testimony that the house had liked boarders from the beginning. Yes, the house was very satisfied these days to be filling up. It was good to have use and too much empty space rings a little hollow for sociable creatures.

Margaret's collections all might actually end up being used. These Homer Laughlin bowls might be used by little cooks in their card table kitchens. Small people like miniatures. Megan was too mature and big for a card table house covered by a sheet. Maybe the boys, especially Joseph would like to have a fort or cottage or kitchen? She would find the card table out in the shed today.

The shed. That was a place where she had always been intimidated by "What to do with all this “STUFF”. As much as she liked to feel always good about Margaret's personality, this hit a sore spot. Intimidation from stuff she didn't know what to do with kept her from even going there to look.

On her arrival at the shed she met several curious People poking around.
“Hi Margaret!”!!!

“We are looking to see what you have to make into items we can sell. Looks like a lot to offer and I heard you thinking so I know how we can help you.

We will take all but the things you really use...tools and that kind of item. We will make wind chimes and wind sculptures. These will be really rustic and unique for the mall and customers we want to attract will like them.“

Margaret was ecstatic as this was just what she had always wanted. No fuss and no muss and all the stuff that was not so good for its original use, now artistically reused.

“That is absolutely perfect timing”. Of course

[Delight]

On the Thursday morning before Ann's arrival, Megan felt excited. She chose her very favorite dress and the pair of Keen shoes that were fancy for special occasions.

“Looking in the mirror and what do I see? Do I see Ann's Megan looking at me?” She sang. Yes, but a little different than when she last saw Mom: longer hair, sun tan.

She asked Joseph and Abner. “Do you think I should get my haircut?” Mom was very stylish and liked Megan's hair to be just below her ears. Ann said that Megan had a beautiful “nape” and graceful neck so should show it off. She had given Megan a string of pearls inherited form HER mother. She didn't let Megan get piercings, even ears. She found very cool clothes at second hand stores and Megan was always the elegant trend setter in her class...because of Mom.

Abner said she could look like Audrey Hepburn in “Roman Holiday” with the right haircut.

Megan LOVED that movie. The Princess had disguised herself as a commoner and fell in love with the dreamiest man. The parted at the end as the Princess must think of duty.

Megan would have had the Princess give up the throne and then the couple could have been world famous journalists together. Megan herself would love to be in such a romance.

Abner was disturbing her reverie by describing the way HE would have written the end. It was absurd. Abner would have the Princess marry the man and make him King. But that wasn't fair to the Journalist. Anyone could see he was not dutiful. He would have been miserable. He needed to roam.

Megan realized again why she never talked movies with Abner.

Megan decided to get her hair cut. Joseph, Megan and Abner walked to the Masonic Hall which had a little barber shop. They walked in a to find a very old man sitting on the single barber chair. He was just sitting and half asleep. He stood up and was friendly.

Megan introduced herself and asked if he cut her hair to look Gamine? He laughed but said he thought he could if she helped him. Mr Searcy was the barber's name.

There are no coincidences and Mr. Searcy is an integral part of the rest of the story. Mr Searcy is a part of THE BIG plan hatched by Cosmic Grandmother and Coyote to bring the people home though he has no idea and would be shocked.

He is not a particularly wise man though he is a member of the Masons. He has cultural customs that made him very prejudiced in the particularly gnarled way of the Appalachians. He is very embittered lately about progress but he blames it on Floridians, half backs, foreigners and niggers. Niggers is a very hurtful word. Someone is less than another, not even considered human. Mr. Searcy has felt less than in his life and wants someone even lower so he can feel higher.

In the army, people made fun that he was a hillbilly. He had grown up without electricity and plumbing. His parents didn't read and write. He was ignorant of so much that people thought he was stupid.

No one saw his qualities of loyalty that made him a deep Patriot or that he would die for his beliefs. He was taught to be a Barber in the army and never saw any action at all. He was never tested in battle.

He was never invited to be a warrior. This rankled and when he came home he also found his sweetheart had found a better man. All the Searcy men were Masons and he joined but didn't really fit.
People don't always include him, even though his lodge brothers call him brother. This has been a very lonely life.

There is one place he feels very soft feelings: children. He has no grandchildren and he wishes he had them. He is a different person when just with children. He lights up and gets quite silly and goofy which children adore.

Mr. Searcy holds the title to the oak forest behind Margaret's farm. It is 20 acres that he received a debt when he played a very lucky hand at poker. That win was a highlight of his life. The land borders the state park by the TVA lake and runs up to Margaret's fence line.

Mr Searcy loves this land like he loves his Country. He feels the land is a birth right for free men.

Mr. Searcy has a feeling about the land that is like the way he feels for children. He feels it is up to him to protect their innocence and he wants very much to guard the land too. Mr. Searcy is an honest man even if “a rascist and a bigot” He would be willing to say it to your face though that “one should stick with one's own kind.” And that America was made for Americans. He wants good for the country but does not know what that would be?

FOX news explains what went wrong with America. They must be right? There are enemies everywhere. The world is an unsafe place. Unlike many, he actually has read the Constitution and the Bill of rights. He is FOR liberty and justice.

One thing that makes him mad is speculators. It has been a temptation to sell when speculators have tried to buy the land. He blames them for tempting him.

His nephews used to always be on him too about selling too. That is, until a few years ago. The real estate boom in the area ended in 2009 and the values dropped by half. Since then they don't think it would be good to sell as the value should go up. It will be worth more later when they inherit it.

Here in the mountains, the scheming politics of graft, corruption and shady dealings seem to be the fault of failure to live a Godly life. So he preaches on Sunday sometimes at churches. His preaching is sincere but since he targets the local sinners, he is barely tolerated. He has tried to live a clean life and never cheat. He wants redemption and to live by God's plan.

Today by meeting Megan Joseph and Abner he is one step closer to realizing what he has searched for all his life.

[Delight]

Ann is finally home

Margaret, Sam, The three stair steps (as Margaret called the boys), Buddy, and the two Megans sat on the front porch waiting. The cats were all hunting (probably) and the People in the lower garden were all very busy.

Every minute after Megan (the child ) expected to see Mom, she got more tense, louder and faster talking.

“Tom is the very sweetest MAN. He runs the homeless shelter and is all the time helping people.” Megan was talking to Sam. “Taking care of the homeless might be a very good job but I'm not sure. Maybe I would prefer journalism.”. “I wish …..I know.......and also.......”

Margaret came over and hugged her tight. “Catch your breath, I am sure you want some for later?”
Megan calmed down right away. That felt better
.
And at that moment Tom drove up in his car.
Mom was home.

Megan ran out and opened the car door. Before Ann had even gotten the seat belt unbuckled, Megan was kissing her. This made Mom laugh and everything started off on a good foot.

Margaret was the next to greet her.
“My dear! Ann! I am Margaret. Megan never told me how SMALL you are”.
Sam at her side grabbed her hand and said “Margaret do you always say the first thing that comes in to you head?”.

Margaret blushed but laughed and held out her other hand to shake Ann's.
Sam saw Margaret was blushing and he was laughing at their inside joke.
He stepped forward...“I am Sam and this is the real Megan, here,” he pointed to the dog Megan “and Buddy.” who was sitting next to the path.

Sam left to give Tom help with luggage. Megan admired the way that Megan didn't try to jump on Mom and how everyone was almost as glad as she to see Ann even if they were just meeting.

“Hello” was what Ann could say. That was it. And everyone was understanding perfectly what couldn't come out.

The scene had a bowled over kind of effect. Ann felt dizzy as if she might faint. Tom noticed and let Sam handle the luggage. He came up and held Mom's elbow and I had my arms around her on the other side.

Up the path, up the steps seemed a long way. Ann was glad to sit down. There was so much to take in that she still felt dizzy. Everyone is just BEAMNG. The light seems strange.

Ann did faint.

Ann is teeny under 5 feet and not over 90 pounds. She has a skeleton like a bird too so carrying her inside was easy for Tom. He lay her down and Margaret brought a cool cloth.
“Excitement will do this”. She told Megan.
“I know” Megan responded and held Ann's tiny hand in hers.

“Let's give Ann some space”.
Margaret guided everyone out except Megan.
On the way out she reached into a clock on the side board and stilled its pendulum.
Margaret whispered.”Just for now”.

Ann was coming around and felt Megan's hand with her eyes closed.

“Hi Sweetie.” Ann said
“Mom, are you OK”, asked Megan
“oh Yes, just sleepy all of a sudden”.
“Megan, tell me about what its' like here?”

The smell of summer was blowing in with the breeze that pushed the curtains by the bed.
Megan looked down on her precious mother with the tiny body holding her tremendous passionate spirit.
She thought: "Mom is a like a fairy, delicate but as strong as silk."

EVERYTHING is more than perfect now, Megan thought.
Megan told her everything she knew to say.......
Ann drifted off into a sweetly scented nap.

[Delight]

Ann is home

Ann felt so wafty and light. She drifted around feeling the delightfull colors and followed the breeze as it pushed under he door. She left the room sliding between the door jam as Megan still sat talking of a swimming beach.

Ann was in wonder at where she was. This was her life long place of safety. It was as familiar as Megan was familiar. The rest of the past seemed wispy and hard to pull to mind.

She was gliding into the yard and everything was glowing. She noticed a very bright light in the back garden and set out to see more.

She heard a voice.

“Ann”. “Over here!” There she was! Mother. Mother was seated at a tea table. It was piled high with a traditional English tea. Ann had a book of chapters each describing a different tea ceremony...japanese, russian, indian. Many through the world. The foods for the English had lots of butter and scones and cakes. All would be dripping in butter...Ann loved butter.

“Mother would you pass me a plate?”, Ann asked.
Mother "said may I serve you? What would you like?”
“Some of everything, Please!” She felt hungry. This was new.

And with a full plate and a big cup of tea laden with cream, the two enjoyed a catch up visit.

Mother, what comfort and Ann felt much morerelaxed than she recalled in many years. It was if a weight on her back was gone. She wriggled and splashed a few sparkles that fell into her tea cup.

Mother handed her a steaming hot towel to wash her face and hands.
AHHH, Now Ann felt she was all full and all cleaned up.

The People knew Ann was home but had not wanted to take a break. They had called out greetings from the middle of their work. Finally they stopped and came to tea.

There were plenty of kiwi fruits, strawberries, papayas and all others fruits Margaret couldn't grow for them to sample. Some drank black tea and some added cream (fruit from the milk cow).

Ann remembered all of them. They all played "Remember when?"
Mother told a story about Ann when she was younger.

Fairies have a reputation that is simply NOT true. Fairies seem to never do any work. That is wrong. Fairies just work smart.

When Ann was very small, she was most organized.

She decided to organize the flowers to bloom synchronously so there would be less waste of their pollen. She persuaded the flowers that it would be quite restful to sit back after one quick blossoming. She insisted to the bees that if they had all the flowers opened and harvested at the same time, there would be more “time” created. Then everyone could do something else like a hobby.

She was very skillful at fitting plenty of free time into her life. She worked very hard and then was able to flit around. This was just the kind of ability that caused a bad reputation and plagued fairies with a feeling of being unappreciated. They tried not to take it to heart.

Ann tried too but she was very proud of her abilities. Her intention to organize the flowers/bees effort was to show everyone she was not lazy. She was an efficiency expert.

Ann won the cooperation of the two in a joint effort. Then expecting the things she had contributed to matter Ann went on to organize something else. Meanwhile, the bees and the flowers drifted back to the old way because they were not in the business of flowering and honey for a business. They liked it the other way.

Then there was a long cool refreshing silence where only the insects and birds symphonies could be heard.

Ann had a near life experience.
She saw everything clearly about her incarnation as Ann and Megan's mother.It had seemed to all make sense at the time that she saw life the way she had. Now she saw more lucidly.

She was tired of feeling all that weight and she was happy to let Mother take it from her. Everything touched, one membrane to another sharing “good, bad. Ugly” in this world with mother. Nothing stayed put.

Ann did not have to cling and hold still now, so she released all to mother. Bubbles of a life were tucked away into Mother's purse for safekeeping. They could evaporate on their own and Ann was no longer responsible.

This story of Ann's life and much more was taken from Ann.....

Ann was very good with numbers, efficiency and with spread sheets as a Hu Man too. She was once in a very High executive position. There she encountered a terrible secret. The reason she took Megan from the big city to the country was in her horror at what had been seen...just because she was good at her job.

She had always been an activist but had rationalized that using her capabilities was separate from her deep beliefs. Everything was very abstract when it was on a spreadsheet. To discover that she had chosen to betray her own soul, broke her heart. She had run away but never far enough. Megan was right...”My problems are in my mind and I can never escape them”

Mother listened to Ann's words as they whispered in her purse.

[Delight]

After about 30 minutes into too much to say, Megan made sure Mom was well covered by the Duvet and when to find Margaret in the kitchen.

Megan sat down at the kitchen table. Margaret handed her some peaches to peel.

Out of the blue Megan blurted.“Margaret, I never knew that Mom is a fairy. If I had known, I would have handled her so much differently.”

Margaret reassured her:
“Megan, there is no way you COULD have known until Ann was ready to know.
We cannot invade each others privacy.
And you never need handle anything, remember?”

"Now Ann knows. Maybe you will know something new about you?
Then you two may explore that too.”

“In the meantime I wonder about supper,
I doubt Ann ever eats much. Does she?” asked Margaret
“I thought we will only need peach shortcakes for dinner with whatever else'”continued Margaret

Megan “Oh, we both eat tons but never gain weight. And we can eat tons of......."
“Tomato sandwiches!" Margaret finished her sentence.
This is another inside joke.

Here came Sam carrying a basket.
“Tomatoes, squash, cucumbers and beans in a specialty delivery.”

Megan was happening to look at Margaret when Sam came through the door. Megan saw her looking about 16. She was blushing again, just like the movies. It is like Gregory Peck and the way that Audrey Hepburn looked in the scene where they kissed.

Well, well, well.

“Hello” was coming from Mom's voice behind Megan.

Megan turned and saw mom was up and looked …What is it about her? She looks...looking....she looks 10 pounds heavier. Her cheeks are plump. "Wow, what has happened in the last half hour?”

Megan is hugging Mom and feels her fatter than she ever was and its perfection for her.
Then Margaret is hugging Ann, then everyone starts talking as if we are always here cooking dinner.
Margaret takes some of Coyotes medicine and weeps.

Coyote is meanwhile back at his camp tent thinking of what disguise he might choose to be for the Incognito Super Sales Man “purveying farm goods and enlightenment to the crowd.”
Coyote knows that people will flock to him.
Then just because they have gotten close enough, CHAOs will ensue.
Then when they are shook up, they will regroup.
He sees a crowd of Hu mans all streaming to their sanctuaries.

Coyote will pull out every wiley bit he ever learned.
He is quite excited to have the challenge and he takes a moment to imagine the accolades he will receive from his sweetheart. He will kneel and he feels her hand on his shoulder as clear as day.

He hears her say.”My knight....”

But sadly he is interrupted by Lynx. Lynx has silently entered his tent and is lounging at the threshold.

Coyote gives him the high Five. “What's up ma Bro.”(maybe a hip hop disguise as on MTV from the 90's would work?)

Lynx hands him a book
“This is my first one in a series and I wondered if you can sell it, maybe for $9.99?”

Coyote reads on the cover of a very thin book.. The Secret to the Meaning of Life subtitled “How to have the life you mean to live”.

Inside he saw one blank page and a small insert with directions that read:

Directions
The secret to the meaning of life is that there is no meaning. That is until you select the meaning. Whatever means anything to you, write it down. Then you will have the meaning of Life. This book will expand as you write down everything. Money Back Guarantee.

Coyote said.” It looks good except for the money back guarantee. Also, we'd better not let anyone see it before buying. Wrap it in cellophane.”
Lynx said. “great advice. Thanks.”

Coyote went back to dreaming. He is kneeling at Grandmother's feet gazing into her eyes. She takes his hand and purrs, “my Knight....”

And there Coyote is interrupted again . This time by by Hummingbird. She has all 16 pieces of the “Eternal Honeymoon” package. The CDs were burned by Megan after dinner. Humm had already recorded them on her the Ipad lent by Megan this morning. “This is old”, Megan told her “but it works really well.”

Humm asked for Coyote's opinion of mass producing this program for $99.00.
She piped “That way it looks valuable. Maybe we can set up some free evening seminars. My disguise could be like Bob Proctor but younger. I like him on you tube. What do you think?”

At the word “Honeymoon”, Coyote's heart had capsized, flipping inside out in a sweet misery of yearning.

Coyote said very softly, “Humm, could you come back later?” and he lay down as close to the ground as he could manage with his arms stretched wide. Could a heart get any larger and not burst? He prayed that he would die in Grandmothers arms.

On the front porch with the moon rising, Margaret was listening to Sam talk about inscriptions in rocky places. “My heart has capsized, flipping inside out.” Margaret thought. She felt in love again, not just loving. This is a Zep Tepi, as Sam called the place he is looking to find here in the US. The First Time.

[Delight]

Saddened Boys and Band aids

The little boys had quietly disappeared while the attention was on Ann. Then the dogs disappeared. No one was concerned because they were thinking about something else. The dogs found the boys and stuck close to watch over them.

It had scared the boys to actually see Megan's mother because it was so close to something terrible that they couldn't stand it. They just walked off the porch and went to find Bear. He had time for them he always said, “Anytime”. He was with dragon talking about dehydration in the orchard. The little boys just sort of hung around listening. Joseph liked Dragon and the way he looked sort of like his Dad. When the business conference was finished, Joseph blurted out with a yelp and a howl:

“My Mamma died” and ran headlong into dragons arms. And as Joseph had breached the dam, the other two began crying and all three hung onto dragon, sobbing. This was too much for Dragon and he sobbed also. The huddle of sobbing became a puddle. This was because when dragons cry, they are flooders of tears.

This was luckily stopped by a flurry of baby dragons who tickled the boys and their parent. And once the sensation was past tickling, tears became giggles and then belly laughing.

Joseph became very serious again and asked bear.”Do you believe in Jesus?”
This was a bit of a diplomatic moment for Bear as he did not.
At least not a person like in Sunday schools of the Interlopers.

He avoided a direct answer as he knew this was about Joseph
“Is Jesus your friend?” asked Bear

Joseph said” He is my Mama and Daddy's friend and mine too.”
Bear said”That is wonderful”.
Joseph said ”He called my mama and daddy I guess and they had to go?”

Then he cried a few more tears.
“But I know I'll see Mama and Daddy again”

Bear could agree here and said
“Joseph I KNOW you will see them”

Little boys even thawed out from shock do not stay sad very long when hurt, even a huge hurt feels better when is kissed and a band aid applied”. Bear was busy with a bandaid.

As the boys had clung to dragon, Bear had been making cloaks with his mind. These would help cover the boy's hearts until they healed so they would not need to protect themselves. They could be true to their feelings and be arrayed and swathed in special medicine. They could then give these same cloaks to a friend sometime who also had more hurt than seemed possible.

Jack and John and Joseph felt the cloaks like angels wings. The quiet and a peaceful feeling allowed them to go home to supper and stand it for Megan to have her Mother knowing theirs was with Jesus.

Joseph talked about Jesus at supper. He wondered why Jesus didn't come to us when he wants us. “Couldn't he move in here? Why does everyone go to him?” No one smiled.

Sam had Joseph come sit in his lap.
He said. “Jesus is too big to fit here. That is why people go to see him.” That made some sense to Joseph. He and Abner curled up with Sam until Joseph was asleep.

The older boys asked Margaret to run a bubble bath so they could play in the suds. Bedtime came.

Everyone was quiet, even the insects. It was solemn to know mourning can't be rushed and must be allowed in when it comes.

When the kids were all asleep, Margaret and Sam took tea to the porch to talk about inscriptions and we already know her side of the story.

Sam was a bit more complicated because he also felt Love in a new way. Yet, he was on a mission. He couldn't give that up and Margaret was the center of this wonderful world here and would never want to ride a bike into the wilds. If he left, he would feel sad. If he stayed, he would feel incomplete. Star crossed love was not his favorite romance. Adventure stories were much more his preference.

Sam was a little confused and a little sad already.

[Delight]

Sam felt confused because he had not been feeling lonely at all until he met Margaret and now he could imagine really missing her. he was a little sad at the expectation he would be leaving soon.

They have so much in common that he is awestruck. Margaret has a terrier kind of nose for research. She is also of a diffusionist leaning. She can go with him any place he suggests with ancient "alterhistory". She also listens and that is rare with researchers. When Sam is with his Buds, every one is clamoring to be heard. He thinks researchers can't readily hear others talking unless it lends support to their position. Sam is probably like that also.

As far as Sam was concerned, the gold tablets and their information is valuable and worth whatever effort needed to translate. He is almost as fascinated as Margaret by their inscrutable pictures and the strange glyphs. When he first saw them, Sam could not decipher this script at all. The language that he had been researching might share some commonalities but it did not obviously look shared. The tablets were not on his radar.

Sam trusts what Margaret says. If she considers them genuine artifacts, they probably are. She has no Provenance for them to offer other than an invoice that states they were shipped from Dahlonega Georgia. He is fairly sure they are hammered gold. However, he is no expert there.

Sam has already discovered that Margaret is most unusual and it really does not surprise him that she might be the one to decode the writing. In their conversations, Sam has learned that Margaret is a natural archeosleuth. When Sam showed her online inscriptions he had uploaded from various places, she caught on immediately to the patterns and had helped him see some new aspects. She has excellent intuition and synthesis capacity. She has a grand mind.

The gold tablets though fascinating and certainly related somewhere do not hold his attention. Ever since he found evidence of a highly developed trading civilization and a kind of Rosetta stone, he has been looking for more evidence. The source starting him off was an actual pyramid complex in Northern Mexico where a series of stone stelae were discovered. He was asked to be an expert witness of their age. They were early Mayan. The Mayan script and the other was laid out so it was clearly translation.

The stones turned out to be a sort of a glossary where Mayan glyphs interpreted an all together different style script. In Mayan, there was a reference to this particular language being the “trade tongue” used “world wide”.
Among other things, these traders were pparently surveyors and map makers. Their maps could be translated with the information recorded on these stones. Weights and measures, and various in common expressions in both Mayan Glyphs along with the other symbols and information was transcribed.

Taking the trouble to incise the information and glossary on stones made sense. Maps are always useful documents.

A linked codex was found by a colleague in Mexico City. Sam had been asked to translate. The story indicated that some Mayan clans were planning exodus from the Northern Mexico territory to the North. The intention was to reverse the trade path and set up many Mayan outposts of the Flower Warriors.

The point that connected the two sources was a common reference and knowledge of a Northern trade route that the “trade stelae” (as sam called it) corroborated. Then Sam found bits of the script recorded in various places from California to the North East US. There was evidence popping up even in Florida. He was thrilled.

Sam had been following the trail ever since looking for the trader's paths. Sam intended to establish that migration North from South America post dated a VERY early highly developed system of transportation traveled by very sophisticated traders. This indicated coordinated nation wide civilization to him at a time when no one in North America was expected to have the capacity. He had no idea how early this had been achieved.

Sam also skilled with hieroglyphs of Egypt took an Egyptian name for his own quest...he called it “looking for an American Zep Tepi”

Sam visited places where petroglyphs and inscriptions in rock formations were already noted. He traveled to northern California and then east . He was sure he would uncover new information...and maybe have a book from it?

Realizing that one needs to be close to the ground when looking for this kind of information, he chose bicycling. He would take the same routes...still evident in all the little secondary roads that thousands of years of people in migration had seen to be the best places for travel. Riding on the side roads he discovered that the countryside is covered by clues.

There is always much more noticed from a bike than from an automobile. He talked to lots of people. Wherever he was, he asked about any unusual artifacts...inscriptions, lore etc. The ride itself had been outstanding.

Wherever he had traveled, he was welcomed. He had uploaded lots of documentation scanned in small libraries and history centers. It is amazing that many little town's had small history centers. He wrote a small blog and had some colleagues helping him. Sometimes stayed in a place for a few weeks consolidation, talking on the phone, writing, planning the next stage.

From Dahlonega, Sam had traveled highway 60, a winding highway that led to Morganton. He had planned to camp at the little state park the night he met Margaret. What a beautiful woman leading a small band of kids followed by a cat. He had noticed the cat first and then that they all had an unusual air. They seemed like they could have been the very mottley time out of time travelers he was stalking.

Sam listened to the quiet night and the two lovers to be were very quiet. He could easily just sit here on the porch with her forever.

Margaret said “it has been a long day. I am really ready for a hot bath and bed.'

Sam said “Margaret, I think I will sit here for a little while longer. I'll miss you”
Margaret had stood up and was there next to him. She reached down and took his hand and held in her two smaller ones. Sam couldn't see her features but her hand squeeze felt so sweet that it was like her smile.

“Thanks so much for the way you knew to cuddle Joseph and for how sensitive you are to Megan and ...... I am very glad you came across us”.

Sam felt a catch in his throat. “It is my pleasure dear lady”.

Sam went back to thinking of his work and like a sound or fragrance below thought, Margaret was in his mind too and he was not sad any more.

[Delight]

Margaret has a new dream

Margaret thought, "Could this still be Thursday? She had lost track but yes, it was...the kitchen clock said 11:44.

Margaret stopped by Megan's door and heard voices, so she peeked in quietly.

Joseph was still awake. the other two boys were sound asleep.
She slipped past a bedroll to tuck joseph in.
"Margaret, my Mommy always said my prayers. Would you say them for me?'

Margaret said. "Why don't I tell you the prayer my mama taught me??
....Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray our Lord my soul to keep.
The Lord be with me through the night and wake me with the morning light...Bless Joseph, Jack, John, Megan, Buddy...Who else?"

Joseph said "Bless Mama, Daddy, Abner, You and Me and everyone...."
Every one had a soft "onnnne" sound that trailed off as Joseph fell asleep on it.

Margaret did take a bath and was snuggled in to clean sheets (Megan changed them all today just to have something to do whiile waiting for Ann. It was the best feeling, slick and clean and a hint of Downey.

Margaret fell asleep too.

Margaret was suddenly awakened by a terrible sound that reverberated and it continued and continued and continued and she could not stop hearing it. It took all her attention.
Where was this coming from? She listened with all her being. But at the same time, she saw herself and she was all of a sudden Margaret in a crystalline cave with bear and Dragon. Bear was reading to her from the tablets. She followed along and the pictured engraving was a movie she could follow. "I am dreaming she realized". She sank into the scene that moved on the tablet Bear pointed out to her she heard Bear's voice....

Once upon a time there was a race of beings named the Story Eyed Ones. Much like we tell tales, The SEO (seeo) created shared experiences with their glances. In a way that we can't quite yet understand again, they took in vibration and swirled various bits and pieces together to form an original pattern. Then when they "looked out", the new combination was broad cast onto the shared world. In Their "world" as in their "stories", there was no end to the possibility of how layers, shades and vibrations might be combined and observed. Each time a SEO looked at anything, something new was there and the cooperation of all in these lines of the fabric of the whole story was the very reason for being of all.

One day, everyone was startled to hear a loud and penetrating sound and when they all looked together in that one single direction, something that had never happened, happened...Their glances locked all together into a stare. Suddenly they could not turn their eyes away from the one "scene" that they were cooperatively visioning. As to why this loud and penetrating sound had appeared or why the vision of all became locked, No One Knows.

The fixation of the SEO vision in that pointedly static direction crystalized the story into just one pattern. Over and over as the same pattern played, the SEO stared harder and harder and then the pattern increasingly firmed and the whole process became a loop. Everything in the world became only more of what it had been as the SEO could only see more of the same.

These beings lost all Joy. These beings Sagged and Slumped. The whole world became more and more Sad and then Mad and then Bad. These beings began to literally lose their Story Eyes like a fish on earth loses it's eyes in the dark of an underground lake. The way they "saw" the world was reduced to just the passive impression of the fixity. In return for losing one function, these being began picking up some others that we might call Especially Sensitive PIcking up of everything that was "there". Unfortunately this just fine tuned the problem. The capacity for original visioning of anything new and then broadcasting THAT just was not working at all anymore.Then one day, a child was born to the SEO with that latent vision intact. Her parents were told by a Soft Whisper that She was a Magical Child and would change the world.

Her name was Megan

She would not stare at one fixed point but look all around at everything.
She would take in all that she could see and swirl it a bit and then somehow, "send it out" out and others would begin to see something not quite what it had been.
It was impossible to deny that something "happened" when she was present.
Her life became a Touch Stone for the Possibility that the SEO were no longer caught fixedly in Static SAD MAD BAD Sameness.

Over the course of many many years, many lifetimes of years, more magical children were born and each time, the Picture shifted a bit. Then one Time, so many children were born with their Story Eyes "working" that all of a sudden,Everything began to "CHANGE".

And Megan was there with Margaret, Sam, the stairsteps and a crowd of others at the swimming beach that also was NOTlike the lake beach and as she looked around, she did not recognize WHERE she was. But everyone was with her so she was peaceful in the unknown.... AND THAT IS HOW IT SHOULD BE for the Story Eyed Ones in a True Reality.