I Protect ...

It was 1922, Paris, France ... Colette had published, La Maison de Claudine Sido. I put the pages of the open book across my face to shield my eyes from the heat of the Midday Sun. How can someone write so beautifully and with such passion? Even worse, how can she be a woman?

I hate myself, for being who I am.

I care about nothing. I am young, rich and incapable. The only male heir to my families fortunes - already I am bored with life.

Inside my arrogant world, I secretly wish to exchange my riches for the truly artistic skills and passions of this woman.

I hate myself for being who I am ... I despise my own past ... the past that formed me. If I could go back in time I would change everything.

Being a man in a man's world is no benefit. Our advantage only makes us weak.

We indulge ... because we can. We do what we want ... because we can.

I put the open book down on the meadow grass as I quietly watch the blue sky above. How can a woman write like this in a man's world?

Perhaps woman have the advantage, because they have to be stronger to survive in our self made world ... a man's world ... built for us ... by us ... for our own pleasure and benefit.

Is this a bitter salty tear stinging at the corner of my eye? Go away tear ... I have no pity for myself. Why am I so weak? I wipe the salt from my face as a shadow casts itself across my vulnerable human form.

He was older than me; but he looked strangely familiar. I was frozen to the soft ground of the meadow beneath my body, unable to move. Who is this man, who looks so much like me in many ways?

I must have fallen asleep under the cover of the pages of that book. I must be dreaming. I have to stay calm. I have to waken up now. Who is this man? He looks so familiar to me.

Back In Time
It was not easy to go back in time and face myself. That young arrogant self I thought I had left behind when I changed the skin of my existence. It was the same body; but with a new inner life (I thought).

The illuminated beings who took compassion on me, and who changed me forever, sent me back to face myself. They simply suggested that it might be a good idea to discover compassion - for myself.

Why was I shaking as I looked down at my own face?

Yes! Of course! I vividly remember his fear ... my own fear.

Yes! I remember that day very well ... it was the day that changed my life forever.

Compassion is not something that comes easily. Compassion comes like a thunderstorm when conditions are right. The tears from my eyes fell onto the young man's face. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

To have compassion for oneself is not easy .. to love oneself and to communicate that love .. is not easy. Through that compassion we transform our own inner world. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

Yes! I was willing to protect myself with compassion. No one told me how, I just knew how. That moment was the real event that totally transformed my life, changing my inner world.

Our ego dominated self made world externalizes love and internalizes pain.

The young man I once was closed his eyes and fell asleep. It would be many years before he would remember. It would be many years before he would recall the meeting that changed him forever.

The strange illuminated beings simply encouraged me to show compassion.

They pointed me in the right direction ... that's all.

For Time^Travellers compassion is the harmonic bridging their true existence.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Paleo Blue ..

Humans are pathetic!

The tall and slender Time Traveller looked up from the castle walls .. humans are pathetic!

It was the end of April 2012 .. the day was warm .. the air currents spiralled upwards.

Crosswinds hit the cars, making the motorway drivers nervous. The slender and mysterious Time Traveler knew nothing of this. Humans are pathetic!

He looked at me from under the dark brim of his wide black hat .. his eyes shining iridescent blue from beneath the darkness of shade. He smiled an ironic smile, knowing that I could see him.

Humans are pathetic!

The mysterious Time Traveller had watched me climb the timeless stairs to the top of the ancient castle. He studied me as I watched the strange battle overhead. He studied me, as I watched the lesser spotted eagle ride the air currents high above us.

Pathetic...

The two giant birds floated high on the warm currents of air spiralling above the forest below. Behind them three gliders were attempting to follow the eagles in search of an up-current. The humans were following the birds.

Humans are pathetic .. the two raptors circled effortlessly in the warm air, as the gliders attempted to steal the birds airspace and natural instincts. I watched the birds and I did not appreciate the sharp turns of the glider pilots attempting to cut into the birds flight paths.

Humans are pathetic .. he said!

I looked sideways as I tried to watch the birds rise higher and higher in the afternoon sky .. his shining iridescent blue eyes smiled like stars from beneath the brim of his black hat .. pathetic!!

The two giant birds climbed effortlessly as the three gliders floated lower and lower. The lesser spotted eagles soared higher in the up currents as the clumsy human gliders dropped below them, until the gliders had to move on. They drifted sideways dropping below the castle walls...

The birds were faster than man, with a natural understanding of flight, magnetic currents and atmospheric lift. The birds feathers were designed to gently touched magnetic air currents. The brim of the Time Traveller's hat was also designed to gently touch magnetic currents.

Paleo Blue
The slender stranger placed the knife on the low castle wall. Paleo Blue .. the blade of the knife was as sharp as the eagles wings. Their wings cut through the magnetism of the air as the knife cut though the magnetism of space and time.

The knife blade looked like a slender feather.

The three gliders fell lower and lower. The two birds soared high beyond acute physical sight. Up and up they soared, until I could no longer see them.

Paleo blue?

The slender Time Traveller disappeared from view, as I picked up the knife from the castle wall.

Gateway .. Origins

Doorway of Eternity ..

Egypt 2113 BC .. I slowly pulled myself off the ground .. sand embedded in my face.

2113 .. the Kinship passes to Ur ... I brush the fine grains of sand from my skin.

The open passageway shimmered in the heat of the midday Sun. Dark entrance silhouetted against fractions of light hitting the pupils of my eyes. I crawled blinded towards the dark entrance.

I felt like an insect crawling across a fabric of earth crystals. The scorpion's needle like claws scurried across the burnt skin of my open fingers. I looked up at the dark entrance .. how far could it be ?

Our ancestors had survived the destruction of Atlantis. The great ocean swelled .. but not here .. in this hot desert landscape! The dry sandy desert cut into the skin of my mouth. How long would it take for me to reach the Gateway .. to reach the Origins? I'm not going to make it...

Should I drown .. or should I die of thirst?

How could we come from the deep swell of Atlantic ocean waves to the dry dust of hot desert sands?

I was a small child .. I loved the changing ocean waves.

The coastal depths were so severe and so deep that dolphins swam between the exited children of Atlantis... we laughed and swam .. chasing dolphin tails .. they were always faster than us.

But here I am .. crawling in desert sand .. the skin of my hands covered in the crystal dust of the Earth. The life essential water in my body buried and sealed deep beneath the surface of my skin. The Gateway shimmering ahead of me .. moving further and further away.

My mother always told me that we Atlanteans were nothing without water.

The passageway ahead grew deeper and darker .. as it moved further and further away. The muscles in my body tightened. The skin on my arms burned.

Gateway .. Origins
He appeared before me... The Master of Time .. silent .. observing .. watching. The Master of Time seemed to exist beyond the cool deep swelling ocean and the hot dry life-threatening sands eating at my soul.

I dragged my soul towards the dark Gateway as my dehydrated body seemed to lose its life in the hot sand.

Entrance and Initiation .. the darkness sucked me into the depths of its womb.

I crawled towards the future like a serpent seeking its origins. Was I human or sperm ?? Was the hollow opening ahead of me the womb or a mysterious new beginning ??

They built the stone castle in the 13th Century .. woven from cool darkness and warm light. My still body lay on the ancient sands of Egypt as my soul crawled into the future.

Time^Travellers swim effortlessly though the portals of Eternity...

Hi-Tech .. Low Consciousness

As viewed from 2113 [Earth Planetary Zone] the T^T historical perspective of the "early years" of the Internet was, Hi-Tech .. Low Consciousness.

Early Internet dwellers were - to 2113 Time Travelers - like early Neolithic era "cave dwellers". See note: Cave Dwellers ... Socrates was a good T^T friend of the 2113 community... he taught us, and we learned...

By 2012, Earth humans had hi-tech Internet capacity across much of the planet. Earth humans gathered at the fire-of-the-internet in the same way Neolithic man gathered at the fire of the caves. Community warmed them .. they grew strong together! Nothing much had changed on Planet Earth from Neolithic times through to 2012...

In Neolithic times, cave dwellers warmed their community spirit around the fire... By 2012, the same cave dwellers warmed their community around the fire of electro-magnetic Cosmos.

As we - Time Travelers of 2113 - observed the community spirit of Neolithic mankind, and the evolving community spirit of Internet mankind, we drew the conclusions that new events were seldom and occurred at random within the herd.

Low Consciousness .. Hi-Tech
Ancient man in the Amazon Forests .. Paleolithic man crossing from China to Europe .. Neolithic man surviving the Ice Age .. Internet man evolving from Internet Hi-Tech to High Consciousness... It was all the same Cosmic consciousness of being, no matter what age the Time Traveler was born in.

The man working with fine obsidian blades .. was the same man working with the cutting edge of the Internet. It was a natural process that we were born from the sharp edge of the cutting mind.

By 2113, we [the Time Travelling Samurai] emerged from the sharp edge of the consciousness of man... From sharp obsidian blades to high-consciousness .. we learned to cut through the lower dimensions in order to access the higher Cosmic dimensions of Universal reality! What changed us?

Love, compassion and the Soul are one...
The Earth changed us!

Little Ninjas ...

Wham .. the shot whooshed faster than light! Faster than thought!

Mysterious spirit forces move faster than physical, mental and emotional reality... Whoosh!! Crack!

I barely moved my head (psyche) back .. as the energy of the little Ninjas sped past my consciousness...

Wow! What was that ??

Seamus the Leprechaun fell backwards laughing!

"Do you really find this funny??!" I asked ...

Haha! Hahaha .. Ha haha .. Was all I heard.

The little Leprechaun floated above the situation as the energy sped close to my head... directed out from my inner being. It could not have been from the little Leprechaun, cos he was rolling backwards laughing. Who just did that?

A group of little Ninjas appeared floating before me. Duh!! Who are you guys???

"We just want to let you know that we are here .. that's all .. " they said.

Oh! My! God! I can't believe this! Little Leprechauns are bad enough; but a group of little Ninjas ?? I mean! Who is in control of my life? Me or you guys? And! Where did you come from anyway?

Seamus the Leprechaun stomped hard on my crown chakra ..

"An' .. Ya' better be polite to yer little friends." he said.

"Ach! You humans are so arrogant! Ye' think y'are the only life in the universe!"

I looked more carefully at the little Ninjas, and I did kind of recognize them. Sort of! I mean .. they seemed familiar!

They kind of reminded me of Orihime Inoue's, six princess-shielding flowers, Santen Kesshun .. I mean! Does everyone have these kinds of .. of .. powers?

Stomp!! Seamus jumped up and down... Ouch! As though that would help!!

The little Ninjas disappeared in a haze of light!

"There is much more inside human beings than yer think!" said Seamus.

I had to reflect carefully on what I had just seen. It is true! Humans on Earth have more going on inside them than they realize. Strange forces work with us and protect us. In fact, human are loved by forces of life and nature .. we are truly blessed. But how many of us know this?

How many of us know that magical forces love and protect us?

And .. do we humans love those forces in return ??

Seamus and the little Ninjas were silent...

Free of Entanglements

Lama sky first appeared .. well .. in the sky!

He was a robust figure dressed (for convenience) in Tibetan robes.

Lama sky had been teaching me most of my life, without me knowing it.

Lama sky stood there in the sky, looking down. Behind him an oval shaped portal seemed to shimmer out of sight. He looked like one of the giant people who could walk on air, from ancient times.

Lama sky had entered the Earth field through the OM portal. He floated down through space like a seed from the spiritual Bodhi tree. The great tree of the universe.

Lama sky bowed his head and extended one arm.

"Let me introduce you to, Lama snowflake... " he said.

A small bright light came floating towards me. A blinding flash closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes a tiny woman floated before me dressed in white, covered in silk robes of ultramarine and turquoise blue.

"Snowflake Lama may appear small, because her power is so great," said Lama sky, "She does not speak - otherwise her voice would fill the whole sky."

Lama snowflake smiled and slightly bowed her head...

With style, speed and agility Lama snowflake quickly made a series of what seemed like advanced Kung Fu moves. A snowflake formed, as endless branches extended from its center. Soon the snowflake filled the whole sky. Tangled icy branches thickened and repeated until I could no longer see Lama sky.

"These are the entanglements a human beings gathers to themselves throughout their lives," said Lama sky.

The branches of entanglement grew and grew until that was all there was. Everything else had been obliterated by their unending growth.

Lama snowflake peeked her head through the middle of the ice and smiled.

Instantly the entanglements were gone, the snowflakes disappeared and I could see Lama sky again.

Lama snowflake bowed slightly as she floated to the left shoulder of Lama sky.

"Just as Lama snowflake created the extension of entanglements from her essential core energy," said Lama sky, "So do all humans create never ending entanglements from their Qi source energy .. lifetime after lifetime."

"But with a bit of practice... " I heard, as Lama sky and Lama snowflake began to fade into the morning sky... "With a bit of practice, you can smile away all those entanglements created and maintained by one tiny source inside you."

... The morning was cold and it began to snow. Soon the roofs of the houses and the branches of the trees were covered in tiny white snowflakes. Large fluffy crystals floated down from the sky above.

Drifting between the free floating clouds of snow were greyish clouds, not to be seen with the naked eye. The more entanglements a person bred from their Qi source energy, the more afraid they were. Eventually, the morning snow melted - and yet the grey clouds of fragmented Qi remained.

Time travel is impossible, unless you are free of entanglements.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

I'm So Cold ...

... "Why am I so cold ... ?"
He was in his early twenties .. holding his stomach tight. His whole body was shaking. He could not stop the shaking. A young man trained to kill. He was not trained how to die ...

"I'm so cold .. " he said. "Why am I so cold ??"

The blue orgone disk vectored in to hover unseen above the snow.

"He killed someone!" said a voice.

"Yeh! We know."

"I can't get warm .. why am I so cold?" the young man asked.

"Don't you know that you're dead?"

"I'm so cold," was all he could say, "Why am I so cold?"

A blue orgone disk hovered silently above the body lying face down in thick snow. A light scanned the ground; but there was no sign of the spirit. Did they lose him?

"He's not here," said a voice.

"Can you find his trail?"

"No sign!" said the voice. "Nothing! We don't see any sign."

The young man was shaking, holding his arms tight around his stomach.

"Why am I so cold?"

In the distance Native American drums began a steady beat. The soft rhythm of the drum caught the silence. The young man stopped shivering. He raised his head, staring into the distance. Could he hear the drums?

The blue orgone disk hovered above the snow casting an unseen ultraviolet light across the pristine white wilderness. The pilot of the disk could see every spirit trail across the Earth's magnetic field.

"I can't see him," said a voice, " there is nothing down there .. no sign!"

Can silent disks from the future hear Native American drums?

The young man followed the natural sound .. the voices of the ancestors chanted beat-by-beat with the steady rhythm of the drum. Deep tracks in the snow, unseen by the human eyes, led to the drummer. Three Native American warriors came out to meet the young man, as he walked towards them through the white spirit of the mountains.

The Native spirit warriors were wearing natural deerskin. They chanted as they walked behind the young man-spirit. His shaking had now left him. He was no longer cold. The young man's shoulders were straight and broad. His steps though the snow were easy and measured. He walked with ease and with dignity. He was coming home.

An almond portal opened before him. Grandfather stood near the portal wearing a shaman's robe, bone beads braided into his long hair. Grandfather looked straight at the blue orgone disk hovering above. The Native Spirits followed the young man through the shimmering light-filled portal.

The chanting voices of the Native Americans slowly faded beyond the Earth as the beat of the drum became silent. Grandfather turned to follow .. the blue orgone disk shifted its position to hover high above the mountain. The craft cleaned up the last remnants of the earthly astral form.

The almond shaped spirit portal closed silently behind the last steps of Grandfather. The spirits did not look back nor hesitate in their passage of return. The spirit portal left no sign of its existence. The blue orgone disk disappeared without a trace.

Leprechauns .. & Lots of Them

It was December 31st, 2011 .. and I was dreaming of leprechauns .. lots of them... I thought to myself that my Scots and Irish ancestors must have been seein' these strange beings all the time .. an' way before I was born.

Since November I had not seen nor heard from Seamus .. and I thought that at last I was free from having a little leprechaun in a green jacket wearing a tall black hat landing with a bump on top of my head. Peace glorified .. until I saw him (and all of them) in my dreams.

The returning leprechauns were not out hiding in some old oak tree in the middle of a field .. but they were hiding in plain sight right in the middle of our human world.

People were wandering around with eyes to see the material world .. but in the dream all the humans were 'blind' and the leprechauns (who could see everything) were dancing and laughing .. unseen by humans in their dense and 'righteous' three dimensional world.

I woke up to an apartment filled with various sizes of leprechauns...

"Seamus!" I exclaimed, "what are you all doing here?!!"

"Haha! Hahaa!" cried Seamus .. "An' may the rainbow shine forever on your path... " he exclaimed.

"What ar' all these leprechauns doing in my apartment?"

"We ar' movin' in .. don't ya know!!"

"But don't we need fields, an' oak trees, an' special cairns .. with squirrels and acorns and maybe a mountain or two .. for leprechauns?" I asked.

I mean .. it's embarrassing to have the magic people of the ancient world without having a magic setting. I always imagine something like out of Tolkien's Lord of The Rings, with Hobbits and Elves and Wizards.

Well, Seamus jumped right bang on the crown chakra of my head.

"An' where do we all live?" he asked.

"On the Earth?" I answered sheepishly.

"An' where does the Earth live?" asked Seamus.

That was a tough one .. where does the Earth live? How should I know where the Earth lives?!!

Seamus did not wait for me to answer the question.

"The Earth lives in yer heart..." was all he said.

Shift In Frequency

A shift in frequency is all it took...

By 2150 we were already accomplished in various levels of time travel.

Still, no one could figure out who was watching us use the "corridors of time" ...

We would catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of our eyes. Tall beings, cloaked in long grey robes or sometimes rarely in robes of translucent light. Their robes of light did not shine brightly; but appeared to shimmer faintly, merging the beings with the walls of the vortex we were using.

No one felt comfortable seeing a glimpse of the silent observers.

At that time we were like reckless children, running through a tunnel for a dare to show we were not scared. Once inside the tunnel, we carried all our fears with us - no matter where we went.

A shift in frequency is all it took...

I thought of myself as being pretty advanced. We were an elite team using an organic technology to travel instantly through time and space. Looking back at our primitive ancestors of the 20th Century, we could not imagine anything worse than living through that chaotic time. We avoided contact with them just so as not to get contaminated by their insanity.

We were unaware that embedded in the corridors of time are future and past axis that meet, and there stand the silent watchers - those forgotten timeless sentinels of our soul journey.

We call it a time-glitch. I was thrown back to December 2011 .. an era we tried to avoid, because of the powerful vortices merging into a new cosmic cycle. The ending of the old cycle and the beginning of the new cycle has a fifty year disruption range either side of 2012. I knew where I was, because it showed on my watch.

I knew I was looking at myself. These are strange facets of time travel hard to explain. Crows were playing in the turbulent air, the day was overcast... the scene was familiar.

That was all it took. I was instantly back in the corridor returning to my destination.

I knew then I was finished. I would no longer be used for the elite team. The old teams warned us about "meetings". Those glitches that could change our understanding in less than a nano-second.

A shift in frequency is all it took...

Once it hits you .. you are never the same .. animals, fish and other creatures inhabit a defined band of frequencies; but humans inherited the ability to shift across a wide band of frequencies. The DNA in relation to the spirit could rise to the highest frequencies or could fall to the lowest levels. It was all vibratory levels.

By 2150, our fear of certain zones was the chaos and contamination of conflicting vibratory levels. Human populations en mass were inhabiting extreme zones of differing frequency. A shift in frequency is all it took to create balance.

On returning I was moved to a new unit I did not know existed...

The Watchers, silently observed the corridors of time, protecting our shared "future".

Entities of Fear

To gain control of the Earth and control of the human Earth populations the "Entities of Fear" spread their intoxication among the different races over thousands of years. Fear did two things to the minds of people infected with this manipulation:

1. It caused psychological sickness in people.
2. It caused physical illness in people.

The psychological Arrogance of Fear
Really the people who fear most are the people who are only out for themselves. The fear takes root in these people, because they are enslaved to the petty ego. Well, the reason is simple... That is, the petty ego makes itself out to be a big fat powerful greedy arrogant get-what-it-can-get type of 'protector'.

Protector! You say!
Yes, 'protector' - the petty ego serves to protect the selfish fearful little human who wants so much and does not know how to get it all. Pay close attention! The key to the psychology of protection is 'fear'. Your fear comes from wanting. Your fear leads to greed. Your greed leads to fear that you cannot easily get what you want and the ego tells you: I will help you get it no matter what...

The psychology of fear is a strange selfish arrogance fed by the petty little ego of the self. Where 'protection' is that the ego will help you to get what you want and therefore add fuel to the fire of your fears.

Add fuel to the fire! You say!
Yes, the petty ego feeds your wants and desires - and what you want never ends .. the more you get the more you want .. the more you want the more you get. This is rooted in an inner sense of starvation. Your wants are the wooden sticks to build the fire and fear is the fuel that lights those sticks. The 'Entities' are the match that lights the fire.

Most human populations are trapped in psychological fear.

The physical illness of fear
Psychological illness generates physical illness out of 'ectoplasmic pollution'. When humans are strong enough to see through the psychological restrictions created out of fear (ego), they are attacked by the Entities of Fear [who themselves fear those humans].

This is why the original spiritual teachings of the Ancestors (before religion) taught their apprentices about the true nature of energy.

The Entities of Fear will attack anyone who sees through the illusion of ego (fear) and moves outside of their petty control. Imagine fear as a doorway to a passageway. If you walk through the door you enter the passageway and move beyond fear.

The door to the passageway is where the Entities of Fear hang out big time. They cannot pass through that door as they are a personification of the energy of fear. If the Entities of Fear pass through that door they cease to exist. That is what they are afraid of... Therefore, they can never pass through.

Human beings can pass through the doorway, enter the passageway and go through into another state of mind (another realm). This is what the Ancient Ones taught Earth humans before organised religions began serving people's minds up to the Entities of Fear.

The Entities of Fear began attacking people who pass through that doorway and who might change things on Earth. These people might change the vibration and a lot of dumb humans may begin to see through the illusion and just pick up the courage to go through the inner door into the passageway of their own light (inner wisdom).

The Entities of Fear
It's a bit like a mosquito .. the Entities of fear seek to penetrate the energetic immune system of people who see through the illusion of ego and make those people physically (energetically) sick. The way they do it is that they inject the ectoplasm [the psychological disturbance] of the people hanging round the doorway in all their various states of 'wanting', which is fear.

The Entities of Fear mostly do this through large social gatherings called 'entertainment' or 'fun' or 'festival' or 'circus' - which is a general gathering of self-indulgence of the petty ego.

These petty gatherings of self-indulgence of the ego create a toxic ectoplasmic pollution. You gather the biggest crowd of idiots into the smallest space and inject psychological illness of the ego into that dense ectoplasmic energy. They have been doing this for centuries. The biggest entity based 'entertainment' being 'holidays' and the New Year. Extreme fasting or collective suffering has the same effect.

The real reason for wars are to make healthy people sick!

Beyond The Illusion of Fear
There is a state beyond fear, beyond ego, beyond service-to-self - in which the spirit reigns supreme and the Entities of Fear dare not tread. The doorway/passageway is October/November 2011... At that point a gradual separation of the wheat from the chaff will take place.

The wheat grains will fall onto a new Earth and sprout while the chaff will return into the cycle from which they have just come. Another round of 36,000 years sitting at the door of fear with the Entities that form from the minds of those who are in fear. [It does not get more complicated than that].

Fear is selfishness and selfishness is fear.

The doorway is always truth... The passageway is oneself...
To oneself be true!

Little Leprechauns With Green Hats

Oh! No! Now they are attacking, 'little men in green hats' !!

"Ah! Haha.. " laughed Seamus the Leprechaun... "and how do you think those fat humans look from our world? Don't ya know!" he added with a smile.

"I don't know how they look, cos I'm here.." I answered. "Look at the trouble you got me in, you little Leprechaun .. now they are going to say I am taking things called substances." I said as he laughed with a back flip roll.

The Leprechaun, all dressed in green and wearing a black hat, tumbled a triple back somersault and landed on top of my head. Like an ancient Japanese Zen Master he liked to bop me on the head whenever I wasn't paying attention.

"Look at them now! Blabbering about somethin' they don't have a clue about!" Said Seamus laughing.

I had to admit the Little Leprechaun was right. The Catholic and other religious belief priests of the 'established order' common-day-propaganda really were simply following a set system of controls established as the energy cycle fell to its lowest order.

"An' what have you ever takin' in yer entire life?" asked the little Leprechaun.
"Nothing! Not-a-thing," I answered... "but who is going' to believe me!"

Yep! He was right! I was born like this. I had no choice in the matter...
Well, that is not exactly true! I did have a choice .. and I refused to turn my back on the forces of nature who gave birth to my spirit and who gave me a home on this Earth.

With the established religious hierarchy spreading across the entire world, colonizing one culture after the next .. destroying unique cultural perception over thousands of years .. the lowest point was established with the spread of the Roman Empire expanding cultural genocide across the Planet.

"There's nothin' yer can take on this entire Earth that would get the mind as close as ye' ar' .. " said Seamus the Leprechaun.

"An' sure they are gonna try as much as they can .. " he continued, "But that is what religion is, it's a drug alterin' the mind's O' people."

Yep! The Leprechaun was right, sure enough! They are more addicted to their conflicts than they are to peace. Each human family fighting the next, addicted to the adrenaline drug of division, opposition and conflict.

"But! Ya know! It's all fear.. " said Seamus .. "Each human family does not see that the other is themselves and that nature is the key... "

"And what is it they are all afraid of?" I asked.

"Truth!" said the Leprechaun .. and he wasn't laughing at all!