From The Deepest Darkest Corner

The old sage was watching us from the shadows; but we did not see him. Behind him, a group of zone shifters observed us and the old sage as we focused on Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant.

High above the plant, unseen by mankind, a beautiful array of light-forms took positions around the quantum space fields. Our group had vectored in from quadrant 2113. We were observing the series of blowouts and the devastating consequences to the Earth. The light-forms took the strain and vectored the stress onto a neutral level. The worst of the radiation dispersed; but there was still enough 3D contamination around to destroy many lives... too many lives...

We brought the golden disk into place and positioned the harmonics between 3D space and sub-space. In our time Fukushima came to be known as, "the time heaven came to Earth". We had to stay focused .. to do what we can to help.

Too many lives echoed in my ears...

In 2011 Earth humans still did not understand the basics of interplanetary travel and its relationship to the soul. The lights-of-beings across the dimensions of space-time are the seeds of the universe floating in a sea of love. The human soul is a time-traveller surfing the infinite oceans of cosmos.

Our team got ready to intervene. Some of us had worked at the Fukushima Daiichi plant in 2011 when the water pipes snapped in the earthquake, some had lost their lives as a direct result of the radiation. This intervention was 'personal' but our people remained calm and focused.

We picked up the vector radiations and shifted them. Too many lives on the periphery of this disaster for us to lose our focus now... Tan Che had lost his life in the disaster. With a big smile he waved us a thumbs up.
"Let's pick this one up," he said.

Tan Che had trained most of his life for this 2011 correction.
The disk swooped down and altered the time vector.
Earth was not going to 'end' this time around ...

From the deepest darkest corner the old sage watched us with no sign of emotion. If we failed he and his friends would burn up in the aftermath of multiple level reality meltdown's. We only perceived his presence in the few seconds where our laughter revealed that we had succeeded in our mission.

I turned my head to see the cloaked form of a medium hight Caucasian male hovering in the twilight zone between the worlds. He and his friends had taken the wrong path. They sought unrestricted power and all for the wrong reasons. We had recovered the Daiichi disaster by 2113; but the old sage had worked the last thousand years to recover his sanity again.

We travelled back in time to Fukushima Daiichi as he travelled back in time to us... It was our laughter that caused his tension to melt away. He was free, at last. He nodded slightly in gratitude and took a deep breath as he disappeared into an oval portal of indigo light. A bright twinkle of realisation sparked from the portal as it closed behind him.

What was the thought that freed him?

The elite and the masses are one and the same. The elite does not like to think it is part of the masses and the masses do not like to think they are part of the elite. The head, the body and the tail are fragmented and at war. The mind is divided and in conflict with itself. The casualties of war are all parties. They are all at war with themselves.

I laughed when I realised the past, the present and the future are one. The Zen Masters laughed because they are the totality of themselves across the illusion of space time. I awaken myself and myself awakens me...

From the deepest darkest corner the light shines brightest of all.

The Leprechaun Sanctuary

There he was again - the little Leprechaun; but he had grown to almost three times his size and then some again. I thought Leprechaun's were small little people... He was sitting on my shoulder with his arm lounging across the top of my head. All dressed in green and laughing to himself as he watched my reaction...

"How did you change your size?" I asked the Leprechaun.
"Ha, haha, ha... don't ya know!" was all he said.
"Should you be leaning on my head like that!" I said telepathically.
"Haha .. " he laughed as he changed back to a little man sitting cross-legged on my shoulder, and I wonder how he did it!
"What makes yer think we are small?" he said, statement like.
"Dunno!" I replied, as I walked under the blossoming pink cherry trees.

"All ya need to focus on is the Leprechaun Sanctuary .. " he said looking pretty serious and all. "Because, all my friends from the Emerald Isle will be joining us soon .. and that's to be true."

There he goes again about his 'Leprechaun Sanctuary', although I thought it was a pretty good idea. I mean, why not? I wondered how many friends he had all waiting to leave Ireland...

"Just you get it ready!" was all he said.
I guess if they inhabit quantum space then I should find a place with a good harmonic resonance where the Leprechauns can easily come and go between our world and theirs. "And then there will be the Elves and the Faeries too, just so you know." he said without laughing.

Elves and faeries? What does he mean?
I have to admit that a good place full of Leprechauns, Elves and Faeries is a fine place to be. "And what will happen if the locals see you?" I asked, just so I could be prepared.

"Locals!" he shouted at the top of his voice... and then he quietened down again. "Ach, they kicked our human friends off the land a long time ago... and they have nothing left because of it."

I wonder where our people are? I thought. Did the Mayan's predict their return? Does the whole planet only belong to 'humans' or do people have to learn to share the planet with other life forms?

"Will the Sanctuary make a difference?" I asked the Leprechaun.
"Just you wait and see..." he said.

Renegades of Atlantis

We were renegades, travellers in time .. having to obey the rules of interstellar passage - we walked a fine line between responsible action and the sacred geometry of space-time.

The 'rules' were there for good reason. The elders had found out through tragic trial and error how badly things can go when you disobey the geometric laws of time and space. They taught those fragile laws to any aspiring discoverers of remote viewing and other forms of time travel.

Solon called us "The Renegades of Atlantis". Yes! He knew of our existence and he is still alive and well inside our time field. The ancient Japanese and Chinese civilizations called us "The Immortals".

When you travel through time and space you see what the Japanese and Chinese laid out in their accounts of mankind, civilization, the emperors, the god-kings and the immortals. You travel though many layers of reality and for the time^traveller all layers are real.

When coming from the future, interference in man's past is not an option. The effects are felt immediately in all realities. Time is an illusion - all space and time are now.

Buddhas, Zen masters, inter-dimensional teachers and extra-terrestrials devoted themselves to cleaning up the 'dharma' of too many mistakes and of too many glitches, that potentially could mess up the 'future', and mess up the balance of other realms.

As on Earth, there always were 'renegades' who feel compelled to bend the rules and who see this skill as a unique form of creation.

We left Atlantis long before its collapse and failure to apply the highest principles of consciousness. Yes. Atlantis did fall to the high priests of darkness. Those fools who seek power above all else and who pay the price.

We left long before the decay and collapse.

The masters of reality and the immortals cast a blind eye to our renegade culture because we were an advanced form of intelligence - an undivided part of the Tao. Revolt through isolation (ego) is merely the actions of a clumsy fool without guidance, those seeking power. We were too intelligent to fall into that trap.

All traps are merely a restriction for those who cannot transcend to the next level.

Our renegade group left Atlantis when we met those we call the 'ultimate renegades'. A higher intelligence so old and so advanced no rules apply to them. They are one with the universe.

It is difficult to say if they seeded us on Earth and other planets or if we simply entered their frequency. As soon as we met them all attachments ended and we left Atlantis as though we have never been part of that culture.

For tens of thousands of years our travels have become legends in worlds where the Tao is rarely seen or understood; but that is not why we travel the way we do. Compassion is also a misunderstanding of our renegade nature.

A sandstorm that protects a small band of warriors intent on maintaining the laws of 'one', is different than the gross interference of ET cultures intent on imposing their rule on colonized planets and younger worlds.

Few knew of our presence, no one saw our faces. We were so skilled in our actions that we barely altered the frequency of the past-present-future continuum. But the people whose hearts we touched altered the now transforming the future.

If you are not of the Tao, don't act
If you cannot see the way, don't move
If you desire to change, don't want
If you know who you are, listen

The old men in flowing robes and sandals raised their cries above the desert sands, as the younger men in over-sized boots ran zig-zag across the rocky terrain. A sudden wind blew a storm of dust around this small band of men, protecting them from harm. Our children safe, we renegades of Atlantis entered the storm of the Tao. We sank beneath the oceans of cosmos. We disappeared from view.

Part of all that is. Changing the future without changing it.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Leprechaun On my Mind

Keep walking... he said... [with a small leprechaun Irish accent]
But what are you doing up there on the crown chakra of my head?
I though, but did not ask!

The small leprechaun all dressed in green, wearing a tall black hat and a small black belt with a .. was that a gold buckle? (I did not ask...)

Why is the leprechaun sitting on top of my head?
But, would change and appear like a beautiful swirling green flaming lotus bud cone.

I thought leprechauns were little people. I did not know they could change into geometric energy forms! Maybe they are more advanced that we realise! Maybe the Picts, the Celts and the Gauls were more advanced than we realise!

I kept walking...
but I was nervous about the green light vortex hovering above my head.
"Should you be hovering up there over my crown chakra?" I sheepishly asked.
"And, isn't this the perfect place to be sitting!" he replied.

Keep walking keep thinking...

I don't usually think when I walk. I observe the sky, the plants, the light of the day.

Keep walking keep thinking...

"Where do you hear thoughts?" he asked.

I was suddenly transported into a new reality awareness of the whole brain/mind of the human being. I discovered that Leprechauns can convey whole concepts in less than a second. Much faster than thought and much faster than language.

It was such a strange question, as I began to observe where thinking occurs.
It is inside the brain - inside the skull - right up there inside the head.

I can tell you that the thoughts were not appearing right up there inside the head, inside the skull, inside the brain... and the leprechaun just laughed aloud.

The leprechaun danced and laughed as he watched me try to figure out where my thoughts come from. All I can say is - you really have to pay attention.

I heard my thoughts in the space between the heart and the throat.
It certainly alters the meaning behind Socrates: The Cave Dwellers...

The little leprechaun seemed to defy me to hear the thinking process inside my brain/skull as I really paid attention while thinking ... but ...

"The process does not resonate inside the skull," said the leprechaun on my mind.

In The Eyes of My Creator ...

He was smiling and laughing... but why?

We were grubbing in the earth for the roots of plants. The Sun was warm as hot winds blew across the sandy desert plain. Our dark skinned fingers prised the roots out of the holes we had dug, with long thin sticks. I looked up from my work and I saw his face .. He was smiling and laughing... but why?

I died that year due to drought. Hundreds of years later the same area would be covered in floods. I would have been happy for the rain, because I knew how to navigate the heavy floods. But we could not deal with severe drought. We could not survive without water. Most of us died that year.

No one remembers us. The few who survived gave birth to generations of depressed alcoholics. Aboriginal people who lived on small reservations with no contact to their ancestors - their sky ancestors. Contact with the sky people was 'verboten', by royal decree .. so my families were forgotten.

In the eyes of my creator .. he was smiling and laughing... but why?

Today, I sit in my water rich community.
I sit at an electronic computer drawing its power from fire (energy).
But, as I sit here .. it is the same face smiling back at me.

In the eyes of my creator - he looks and he smiles as though there was never a drought and as though the recent rains had never fallen, flooding the plains. He is as young today as he was when I was born ten thousand years ago.

I wonder what the relationship is to the hands digging deep for roots and the hands drawing pictures in the caverns of the mind on computer keys? His gaze never wavers. His eyes do not lose their perspective. He seems not to have changed in all these centuries. He seems unaffected by rain, flood, drought or storm.

So, why do I remember? Why do I carry my dreams?

In the eyes of my creator. He was smiling and laughing... but why?

Perhaps this was the wrong question?

Tears In My Eyes

They were a small slender intelligent race of reptilians from the 'future' .. location unknown. They were contacting or searching for connections into our current time zone [January Eclipse 2011] .. their physical features were dark green, wide eyes and fine elongated faces without wings and without a central horn.

The group of reptilians entered our psychic space and began asking questions in their own language. Even though we did not speak classic reptilian, our brains began to answer them in their own language .. once they had tested us they began to ask questions in English. We continued to answer them in reptilian.

Tears filled my eyes as we answered their questions .. we were continuing to answer their questions in the reptilian language. [Historical Note: We did not understand the language our human brain/minds we responding to - but the reptilians did understand our response].

Suddenly, out of sub-space a powerful and highly advanced order of future elite reptilian species appeared in the background mirror of our minds... They could be called the Rainbow Serpents. They were so advanced, they are beyond current human awareness or description.

The powerful advanced reptilian species began to answer the questions of their cousins without any participation of our Remote Seeing human group. We were unable to understand the direct interaction between the two groups.

Tears filled my eyes ...

A powerful Zen like reptilian species beyond anything we can imagine, spoke ..

We could not hear their answers, but tears in our eyes rang loud in our silent ears... Always have compassion - and not hatred - for those who would destroy you.

The powerful Zen like rainbow serpent reptilians brought tears of compassion to our hearts and our eyes... their answers to their smaller cousins seemed harsh. Perhaps there are past actions that lead to unavoidable destruction of a species.

Let this be a warning to human beings on planet Earth .. you are the future you create. Destroy and you will be destroyed. Kill and you will be killed. Each to his/her own kind... Create balance and peace, before you beg without hope for a future you will never see.

We Are Time Travellers

The old man was Native American. He appeared like a haze coming out of warm desert sands. Only, it was winter in Northern Europe and the tree branches were covered in snow... Behind him we saw a group of elder men and women.. they were not Native Americans.

One form looked like Druid Merlin in robes of green and white, a woman looked like the ancient depiction of a Hindu Goddess. The many nations people stood so close together we could not make out all nations features in the desert haze.

It was clear that all nations were represented. Wise men and woman from African, Arabian, Indonesia, Japan and China. All stood silent as the Native American walked towards us.

My eyes were drawn to the group of spirits. They danced like a giant flame, looking almost like ancient drawings of Confucius, Zen Masters, Aboriginal beings, Hieroglyphic and Celtic in nature... "We are not spirits," said the old man, "we are time travellers."

He told us of the prophecies passed to mankind over the most difficult periods on Earth. There had been other cultures, other civilisations .. all had died their own death, their warnings dying with them.

"You may find their houses of stone deep under the oceans," said the old Native American, "but you will not understand their writings or their story."

The old master told us that their story was not our story. We came from another time. We were born into our own time. We did not grow from the previous destructions. We appeared on Earth long after the others disappeared. This was more than a different Age, this was a different species.

We had been given many warnings over the centuries. The trail ahead was determined by the trail we took.. the future is now.. The masters of time wove back and forwards to guide us through our mistakes and warn us of dangers ahead, teaching us navigation skills along the way.

It is not the physical body that is learning these skills, but the soul.

"We are time travellers," he said. As he appeared to morph forms right in front of our eyes.

Did we see an owl or was it Thoth? Did he appear to change into a tree or was it a dragon? Did he take the form of a cloud or was it a heron? And why did they tell us this now? In 2010?

Behind the Native American elder an oval doorway crossed from horizon to horizon.

"The human form is simply a manifestation from that source," he said raising his arms in communion with the source, just as his ancestors had done all across the Great Plains.

They were time travellers.. but they were much simpler and more complex than us..

The Black Hat Leprechaun

He was a little man all dressed in green, with small black boots, a back belt and wearing a tall black hat. He appeared before me with his hands on his hips, looking pretty serious to be true.. but then (all of a sudden) he started to laugh.

He laughed rolling to the East and rolling to the South.. He laughed kicking his legs and rolling to the North... and rolling to the West.. and then he got pretty serious again - the little man that he was - as he put his hands on his hips and looked at me as though I had appeared in front of him out of nowhere (so to speak).

"..and where is your hat?" he asked.
Looking me up and down with the most serious gaze I ever saw.
"I don't have a hat!" I replied. Thinking I must be mad to be answering a Leprechaun.

The little man looked at me with a sad look of pity as he slowly shook his head. "Ach... we had better get you a hat and pretty fast.. " he replied... and I had to follow him into town that day to look for a hat.

The thing is, you never insult a Leprechaun..
Well.. Others may take the chance; but the Celtic people know all kinds of dangers and mayhem can arise when you insult the 'little people'. So, due to my ancestral upbringing I had no choice but to go into town and find a Leprechaun hat...

"What do I need a hat for?" I asked the Leprechaun, trying to be polite.
"I need something to sit on," he replied with a straight face, "I mean.. sitting on your shoulder is not as comfortable as sitting on th' soft brim o' a hat!"
Sitting on my shoulder? What does he mean? I did not dare to ask...

"Ach! Look at that! To be sure, is that not a pretty hat!" the Leprechaun called out dancing and leaping in the air.. I looked around me to make sure no one else could see him, which seemed to be the case - as no one else payed any attention to the large black wide-brim hats.

"look at that! Look at that!" he cried.. and indeed, I looked at the hats in disbelief.
I mean, I had to try them on to be polite to the Leprechaun as I attempted to blend in to the environment - so as not to be noticed '-)

It sure looked strange; but I have to admit the wide brim hats looked good.. it's just that I looked a bit like an Irish Leprechaun disguised as a human.. I mean really! He cannot be serious, I thought.. as the Leprechaun danced a jig...

"It's perfect! It's perfect!" he cried. "It's perfect!" and he danced some more.
"I look like those men-in-black.." I said.
"And, doesn't it look wonderful... " he replied.

As I left the shop with the perfect black wide brim hat I wondered what I had let myself in for? After all .. I try to stay anonymous and not draw attention to myself!!
I prefer not to be noticed .. maybe I could wear the hat only in the house?

Unfortunately, the leprechaun insisted I take the hat out of the bag and put it on.. as the first snow of the year began to fall from the skies above us... Well, it wasn't so bad, as the brim of the hat kept the drifting snowflakes out of my eyes.

The little green Leprechaun sat cross-legged, up front, on the brim of my new hat. "Ach! It's prefect!" he said with a smile.

I quietly walked for some time in the snow until a though came into my mind.
"Should you be sitting up there close to my third-eye?" I asked him.
The Leprechaun shook his head.. "And isn't this the perfect place to sit?" he replied. "That's our place... don't y' know!"

I walked along some more and thought about what he said.. the Celts had a long history with the little people, with the Leprechauns, Elves and the Faeries.. sure enough - the third-eye is the part of the human mind closest to these mysterious realms and mysterious beings. But why had they visited me? Other than that I could see them and few others could...

"Ar' you come from Ireland?" I asked the little man.
The Leprechaun made a sound of disgust.. tschiitt.. and then he and I were quiet..
"Ar' you an Irish Leprechaun?" I asked after some long pause.
"Just call me Seamus," he replied, "cos I am not going to tell you my real name - that's to be sure!"

My boots crunched through the silence in the snow, deep enough for November. Seamus was not quiet for long... "We're immigrating," he said.

Of course!! I thought as much!!
Given the turbulence and land destruction of the Emerald Isle.

"It was bad enough when they were callin' us devills, back in those Middle-Ages." he said. "And do y' know why?" he asked.
"Not really!" I replied.
The Leprechaun laughed a mischievous laugh.. "Ha! Cos we wouldn't give them our gold!" he said. "An' we wouldn't share our magic with them, nor give them any tricks to use. That is why they demonised us, don't y' know."

The little green man with the black hat danced a few vortexes around and laughed aloud. He did not look threatening or dangerous; but one can never take a leprechaun for granted or assume they are to be pushed around - because Leprechauns live for a long long time beyond human lifespans.

"Did y' hear it!" he said putting both hands on his hips and staring me blank in the face as a tiny tinkling bell echoed from every corner around the silence of the falling snow. It's a sound impossible to describe. Tiny bells as loud as anyone could imagine, singing their tones from quantum space.

I did not need to answer, because it was not a question.. there are some realities we are fortunate to experience - if those realities allow us into their world. Man at war with nature is not a good position to be in, no matter who you are. Nature has existed for time unaccounted and the Earthman has not really been around that long at-all...

Across Millions of Years

The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe... their objective was to focus on the primordial growth of the planet...

The atmosphere of Mars had been destroyed in Solar System Sol. A system floating on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy and part of the Reptilian, Syrian, Nordic, Lyran wars... Maldek had exploded, leaving a scattered trail of debris orbiting Sol... Venus was under siege and the Earth was under the pressure of Reptilian fear and oppression.

Renegade dimensional men-in-black seeking refuge on Earth 2012, fled as the underground Reptilians sought to consolidate two thousand years of control - they thought! Mental illness and psychic instability is not only a human disease.

Interstellar Nordics and Pleiadians - working with the guidance - were weaving powerful orgone fields across millions of years... something totally beyond the comprehension of the paranoid Reptilians.

Levels of Reptilian-human contamination on Earth had reached critical levels as the Indigo children arrived. The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe...

It is never easy to clean a planet of contamination - nuclear or otherwise.

The ancient cultivators of planets and planetary systems worked over billions of years, in the same way a farmer works each year to cultivate his fields.. only the first cultivators on Earth were female.

For some reason the Reptilians felt drawn to high levels of control, leading to perversion and single minded obsession. Dead planets and floating asteroid fragments orbited suns that stood in the way of the Reptilian disease.

They would never defeat the Master Builders... but they could not comprehend this simple fact!

It was beyond the comprehension of the powerful and violent Reptilian overlords that those who do not use power are able to carry out their 'plan' in incomprehensible ways. When a violent race can destroy planets and solar systems with exaggerated use of their knowledge, it is usually the case that they cannot comprehend a more powerful non-use of the same power.

The Master Builders were architects of nebula, suns, planets, solar systems and galaxies. Avoiding conflict and excelling in healing and unbelievable transformations in matter, they continued with their vision no matter what...

Throughout the universe, across galaxies, within Solar Systems, inside planets .. the Master Builders cast their children like seeds on a fertile soil. We grew where they cast us, because deep within our hearts their light shone brightest of all.

The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe... within galaxies, across planets, inside planets as well as on their surface, deep in the oceans and high in the winds... the children of the future wove their blue orgone web of life.

Le Morte d'Arthur

Knights of the round table - the sword in the stone - Arthurian legend - magic - mystery and betrayal - the lady of the lake - the spirit realms - Le Morte d'Arthur .. we had traveled back in time from 2111 .. seeking a legend that had been haunting us in our dreams.

Our society was highly advanced [technologically] .. with interplanetary travel, interdimensional travel and guidance from realms beyond physical time-space. Over a thousand year's of upheaval on planet Earth had created balance, as the planet was reforming it's 3D structure in harmony with the higher energy of the spirit worlds.

Planetary societies existed on all continents as new human habitations began to inhabit the lands which had arisen from the oceans .. Our Remote Seeing teams had been some of the first groups to set foot on the Atlantic New-Isle/Lands, and we were blown away with the active information flowing into our body/minds as we walked across the 'unknown lands'.

That was when the strange dreams began to haunt our Remote Seeing teams .. the strange Arthurian dreams .. filled with Celtic symbols and designs. Filled with the energy of those Celtic symbols and designs.

It was helpful to view the Wiki "Le Morte d'Arthur", from 2010 .. and to see the various expansions of the tales of Arthur across the ages; but we were not interested in his death - we were interested in his energy signature.

We returned to Celtic Arthurian Mythology, where we discovered the source of our strange dreams. Far below us, etched across the landscape of ancient Europe, dolmens, stone circles, henges, standing stones and earth-mounds identified the 3D perspective of the spirit of 'Arthur'.

Arthur's round table was the circular orbit of constellations crossing the (K)night skies. The (K)nights of the round table were the seasonal constellations rotating in perfect harmony around the shared (balanced) circular Arthurian table.

From the Orkney Isles to Southern Spain the Gauls, Picts, Celts and Vikings identified with the mystery of the Arthurian Legend .. as we entered the key location identified as the time-zone area of our strange dreams, we discovered Arthur's ancient source .. The source of our dreams.

Arthur Pendragon from Bootes .. we arrived in Earth European time-space November 2010, where we began our research undetected by the watchers of Earth ..

Dea Artio was a Gaulish Bear Goddess of the Continental Celts. There are inscriptions in reference to the goddess found in Switzerland, Luxembourg, Germany and also Gaul ( France ). Her name is derived from the re-constructed proto - Celtic root word - arto meaning bear. Her name literally means The Bear Goddess. She was considered a goddess of harvest, fertility and wildlife. The Autumn season was considered her time because a female bear usually conceives in the Autumn season and spends her hibernation time being pregnant.

We extracted the information and left .. it seemed that Arthur was based on an earlier Celtic Goddess who gave birth to Gaulish and Celtic Europe, before the male dominance era categorised by Rome spead across the region.

In The Future ...

Have you ever watched yourself cross the prairies of quantum dimensions ... or cross the ice flows of infinite particle space ... to end up somewhere in the future where connections to your past journeys define who you are and what you know?

Way far ahead of us .. you can just about see the trail they left. Their fossilised footprints showing us the route they took and the way they built their societies in order to design their future.

The 15,000 year old skeletal remains of a 35 year old indigenous male was, in reality, the remains of a much older inhabitant of Earth making his way into the future .. carving his journey with tools of flint and a mind of crystal.

The indigenous male looked back in time at the small team gently scraping away at the red sandy earth covering his bones and the bones of his family. His tracks covered a long and winding trail far into the future landscape of quantum space. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers across the flat surface of the obsidian blade. Even living within his space orbit survey station he loved to carry with him the ancient artifact of his ancestors.

In the future, tall and beautiful symmetrical crystal mountains were the preferred habitations of highly cultured human inhabitants of Earth. African, Arabian, Chinese, Indian, Native American, Tibetan, Celtic, Sea Dwellers and Sky People inhabitants looked back across the bridge of time observing the trail they left across the sandy shores of the past.

Outside of these beautiful crystal mountain habitations, above the capsules of the sea people, below the cloud dwellings of the sky people indigenous cultures lived in a pristine wilderness.

Not all indigenous inhabitants were born outside the three cultures of crystal, cloud and sea. Their culture's paleontologists, geologists and trackers often returned to the living experiment spreading its roots across the mystery of time and space.

The crystal mountain people, the sea people and the cloud people were so advanced technologically that they could easily leave the Earth and travel or live on other dimensions .. the indigenous inhabitants were also this advanced ..

The attraction to leave the highly structured civilizations of the future worlds and exist within the Earth's pristine wilderness, just as our ancestors did, was the ability to learn to travel across time and space without physical technology.

Far advanced of the crystal mountains, the sky people and the sea people you will see the enduring trail of the people of the mind leaving their tracks for those who will follow .. into the future.