The Watcher

The Watcher

Part One

Part one introduction

Chapter One

"I was so young when I was born, My eyes could not yet see, And by the time of my first dawn, Somebody holding me.... they said," "I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace, We've been expecting you....."

- George Harrison
Cracker Box Palace" from "Best of Dark Horse"

"Bespus." ... "Bespus." .... "What" "Bespus, we need you." ..... "Bespus." "No" "Bespus, it is Earth." "No, I can't" "Can't or won't." "You know what I mean." "He needs you with him, and you love it there." "I can't deal with the pain." "Bespus you know it is not real." "It doesn't matter, I can't." "Bespus we need a Watcher, and he wants you. The Earth needs help." ... "Bespus?" Somewhat dejectedly Bespus replies, "When?". "As soon as we can." "No, I mean When." "Earth time 1956."

And so it began. A child born to a middle class family 1956, in middle America, a watcher returned. He wanted badly to have more time to recover. Lifetimes of learning contain pain and love if there is to be growth. In our infiniteness, we have all the time there is. In our hearts there is never enough.

Bespus new there would be kharma to work around, and that is part of the reason he did not want to go. But he did love the earth, it was the people he needed distance from. In the end before he went they made him a promise. One that made all the difference.

On Earth there have been many watchers. Most famous in lore is Merlin the Enchanter who guided Arthur of Camelot. But he was not known as a Watcher. A Watcher is one who guides, who sees, and one who understands. A Watcher is quiet and in the background. A Watcher wants no notice and gathers no crowd.

The symbol of the Watcher is often a Hawk or Merlin, quiet watchful, but quite often deadly.

The child born, cried terribly for it's first year, for the soul that Bespus was at that time painfully did not want to return. For the parents of that child it was a time of great trial, but in the end they were of kind heart and generous of love. Chosen well for this journey.

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My first vivid memory came to me in my adult years of an event when I was a child not yet two in years. Standing in a crib looking to the door of my room it is crowded with strange beasts. Large eyes, short and tall, gangly and all had one thing in common. I could sense it, but could not understand it.

These creatures feared this small child. They had found the Watcher. And this meant only one thing. HE would come if he was not already here. For there is only one reason a Watcher comes. It meant their end, or at least the end of their involvement in this world. It meant the end of their attempt to take over a race and a planet. They would try to stop it, but some of them knew the truth.

And that was that they would fail. Some of them would try to stop it, and stop me, for if I helped him, they would loose. They wasted no time and began a process of intimidation and brain washing. They drilled me and I had nightmares for years. Constant drilling and pestering, trying best they could to convince my subconscious that I could not see things that I could not affect my environment. They succeeded in some fashion. I cannot affect things as I could once, but I still see. That is what I came for.

For years I had nightmares. Creatures best described as ants. Marching, counting, endless monotony. Perpetual, over and over and over. I always awoke in sobs and there was nothing to calm me, to the exasperation of my parents. It was always the same nightmare for years then it changed to a constant chase. Godzilla chasing me around my house. I suspect that I reached a state where I would not cooperate with the "ants".
They feared me and I began to understand that. I brought out of that turmoil an arrogance that took years to dispel. At puberty, it all erupted and the power was unleashed. I could mould the weather, change what people did and thought. And then I did the most unintelligent thing I have ever done.

I listened to that small voice inside that repeatedly told me that the manipulation was wrong. In application it was, in truth it was harmless games. A substitute teacher that liked to talk, was always distracted from the material he was to cover and told old stories, instead of covering lessons.

In truth I new what I was doing was not right, but I was learning to control my environment. Had I been born in the world of Lucas, I would have been trained as a jedi, I have no doubt.

Through all of this I did but one thing constantly..... I watched.

There have been many of us who came to do no more than observe what was happening here. Few have a task as well. Most who have come to watch know that the change is coming. We have to stop them. We have to stop the invaders, a major earth change it the only way and those like myself are here to carry mankind through that change.

It is a shame that our government does cooperate with them, and refuses the manner of rebellion. But you know what? It is fearful. If you pick up the work of nightmagick and learn well and are successful, they will come after you. No not the government.

They will put fear into you. Our culture has been molded by them and we have been ingrained as a society to fear use of unexplained powers. Powers we cannot have because they are impossible. They will show you how you can destroy others and those you love by accident. They will show you that you cannot control them. But it is a lie.

You can control them and you can hurt them and there is nothing they can do to stop it. We have the power over our own lives. It just takes unlearning what they and the society they cultured have taught us from birth.

It is interesting, I saw the matrix recently and it is not that far off from what is happening to mankind. No it isn't sentient machines, it is alien races using these bodies, keeping us oblivious to their activities.

They will not show themselves to my conscious mind, I would awaken then suddenly. Instead of slowly through the study of Phil's work.

Chapter Two

While growing up or trying to, Not knowing where to start, I looked around for someone who, May help reveal my heart - someone said," "While you're a part of Crackerbox Palace, Do what the rest all do, Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace, May have no other choice than to deport you."

- George Harrison
"Crackerbox Palace" from "Best of Dark Horse"

I met Phil in 1980.

In the telling of it, I suppose you have to see where it started. Steve introduced us.

I miss Steve, I have not seen him for more than 10 years I think now. He was my best friend through High School. A time that I would not relive if given the chance. Save for Steve, it was void of good times. Awkward skinny kids we were, and in an analysis, I wonder if it was destiny or if it was the kinship of insecure nerdy outcasts that brought us together.

But it started long before I met Steve. Long is relative and in those days two years was long. I met Steve when I was sixteen. But in the summer of my fourteenth year is when it started.

I had begun to understand that I could affect things by thought. It was instinctive and my real use of this came in the fall as school started. I loved, still do love, summer. Not just for the fact that it was free time, but for the fact that it was life. You have to remember, the Earth was how he enticed me to come back again.

As fall came, so came the frosts, and my discontent. I don't really know why I started to make my thoughts become action, but something caused it. I hated some of the teachers I had. Their capacity for boredom was well..., it was something you must have to train for, because no one is that boring lest they be taught.

The substitutes were the best. They came in with a lesson plan to cover, but were often weak minded. Easily swayed. We had a substitute for Math that was a classic. He was ancient as age goes to a fourteen year old, and loved the telling of his life. He was poor in instruction skills, having been brought up in the age where you told someone how to do something, you didn't teach them. You see, explaining it was beyond the grasp of those who taught in his day. It was a thing to be told and you either got it or you did not.

He was fun. I thought I was imagining things when I would send directed thought to him to tell another story. Just to get him to stop the droning. I didn't understand what he was trying to teach us anyway. Save for that. At any rate, once was just happenstance. Twice was interesting, the third time was down right curious. Then when he drifted on his own, put him back on course. No this is silly. You didn't really affect this.

OK, Ok, this time, work hard to keep him from drifting. Ugg enough of that, now tell us another story about the trains.

"You know this reminds me again of a time when I was working the railroad..."

Well, often you can convince yourself of almost anything. Hell I married someone who could rationalize anything, ANYthing. Thank god someone invented divorce. But I digress. The pattern of life is interesting in that you can often convince yourself that a thing is what you see in it. It is a human failing, I think. But born out of instinct and survival. Something to justify the choices we make in life. At least the choices we wish we had not made. We blame it on destiny or rationalize it in some form or another. Anything but to take responsibility for the decisions or actions we take.

In this case I worked to disprove I was affecting what was happening. I tried, best I could to set things up to disprove, or rather prove I could not affect the thoughts of others. This was too strange. I tried other teachers. I am ashamed to say ultimately I drove one from teaching altogether. I would undo that if I could. Oh it could have been his choice and destiny if you will to stop. Perhaps I simply gave him the reason to change his career. A decision he could not make of his own will. But I wish now and did then that I had not had a hand in it.

It was not simply dropping mental suggestions on his mind, it was more than that. It was the pure and cruelly honest actions of children as well. And others had a hand in it. But without my mental antics, ... well anyway.

My next memories of the exercise of power came in the spring of that year. As the buds formed and the sun warmed. I loved the Earth, still do. I love the mountains, and spring is the best. Redbud and Dogwood are awe inspiring. We had cold spells as the buds opened that year. I knew that it was going to kill the flowers. I took my mental energies spent at working over the Math and German teachers and used it to a new task.

Weather control. The Weather man would say, "Going to be a cold one." Hell it was probably David Letterman if I remember right. Probably was me that gave him his sense of humor. "Well it didn't get as cold as it was supposed to last night..." Poor guy. He was wrong more often than not when I was working the weather.

But was is rationalization?

That year, was one of the best in my memory. The buds and fruits in were outrageously wonderful. Colour was grand. Weather was beautiful.

It was then, when I started on the weather, that they came again.

They were incessant. I have learned to hate them. They worked the guilt angle. Tried to present themselves as angels come to help my conscience go right again after straying from right.

"This is wrong, you should not make people do things. They have their own choices and you are interfering with their lives and it is wrong."

Well it may not have been right, but in the end I do believe it was not wrong. For I made no one do anything in the end, they did not want to do. Leading some one to a place is not pushing them. I never dropped the mental suggestion to jump off a cliff, or drive a car head-on into a bridge abutment. Nor did I put the thought in anyone's head to harm another. Those things would have been wrong, but I was going on 15, high in puberty.

I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I listened to them.

What makes someone good or bad is not their actions, but rather what is in their heart. I was young and missed this. For in the hearing of them I was surprised and awed I think. Must be nuts admitting you heard voices, but they were there. They did not come to me in my dreams, for that was reserved for fear and brainwashing. If I saw them, I would know the lie. No they came in my head and they had not done that before. So I listened. And the best was to convince someone of something, anything, is to put just enough truth to the telling as to make it seem right or real. And that they did.

"It is not right to make Mr. Smith tell stories, that is not what he wants to or is supposed to do. "

Well you are partly right, but he would not do it if he didn't want to.

"Mother Nature has her own way, there is a reason for everything and you are interfering with her plan."

Well maybe. In then end I relented. The crime here was not that it was ok to do it, or even that it should or should not be done. It was I stopped practicing. Remember I said, no real harm was done, save for the German teacher and I had help there. I was but one of several who caused that, and it was not just my mental suggestions. No the crime was the cessation of the learning experience.

I don't think I have a larger regret in my life.

It is not in me to harm others, or to cause them to harm. That would be wrong. My learning had taken on the right course, I had moved on from mental suggestions to weather manipulation. And that was what got their attention. That was how I got on their radar screen again. If I had proceeded with that, I may have transitioned on to much more powerful things such as Astral traveling and mental transportation of the physical body. I was on that track.

If I learned this power and learned to control it, I would be a threat. A threat in and of myself, and a real threat to them when I finally met Phil in this life. If I learned to move the physical world, then I could move to the next level. That would be manipulation of the energy to material and back again. Teleportation, the creation of matter. No, it is more than that, you see all that is this life is nothing more than illusion. It would mean the greatest treasure of all. The understanding, the real understanding, that all of this life is but an illusion.

They are bastards.... They are evil. In the end they are pure evil.

Chapter Three

"Day turned black, sky ripped apart Rained for a year 'til it dampened my heart Cracks and leaks The floorboards caught rot About to go down I had almost forgot."

- George Harrison
"Crackerbox Palace" from "Best of Dark Horse"

While all was well with learning, I lost much of what there was in companionship. I was a loner most of my life, really still, I am. I had learned to drop the silent suggestions to people. Though it never occurred to me to use it on my parents or to suggest to a teacher that I deserved a grade better than what I earned.
I look back on that now and wonder why I did not. Save for morality I would guess. The only action I took around me was to improve the weather, to protect the budding earth that would be harmed by the frost.

Never once did I use the powers for personal gain. I don't really know why. Maybe that is the mark of conscience, or maybe the real test of the right to use the powers. Maybe it is the lessons of the lifetimes I have lived, the threat of kharma to be earned, or the love for which I hold within.

It has never been a question of want, it has just never been an option to consider. Maybe that is why I am without riches. I don't know. I would guess in the end it doesn't really matter.

Life has it's own mystery. I only know in this, that I did not have to come back. There was Kharma in my return. Tasks I had to play out. That was part of the balance that must be maintained. But I did not have to come back to learn anything more.

Why am I a loner? Well it is not because I don't enjoy the companionship of others, it is rather that I don't share the same goals and thoughts.

I was once asked what my career goals were. I stopped and laughed. I was given a funny look and answered, "I have none." I was given an incredulous look and an open mouth. "You see", I continued, "I have personal goals, but no career goals. I want my cabin in the mountains where I can write and read, raise horses and love life."

I live and work in the world of technology, but would give it all up in a second. Ambition to power is not in me. Nor will it ever be. Don't get me wrong, I am not lazy or without achievements. I have a college degree and earn an income far above average. It is part of being a watcher, unseen and accepted. I am compulsive in some things, lazy in others but was taught to do my best and in work, I don't leave things half done, or undone.

Ambition is a path to peace for me. My goals are not the same as for power and money. Money I seek as a means to that cabin. Peace is in the heart. It lives beside love.

Without love, one will never know peace. In this mortal life one cannot have love without pain. That is hard to explain. But if you really and truly obtain pure love and companionship, you will one day have to leave it. For to find it in mortal form, you cannot return to it in mortal form. It is there for you in shambala when you return.

The more I awaken, the more I remember, and the more pain I feel. Sadness overwhelms me......

It took me 40 years to get to the mountains, I am leaving them now after only 4. The old man in the mountain says it is right, I have to go. What's more, it isn't safe any more. But he promises I will return, not to him, but to the mountains. This is almost as hard as coming back here in the first place.

I love the mountains. There is peace for me there. There is energy there. The dragons live there. It is like leaving shambala again.

Why is it important to know this? It is in each of your hearts. The love and peace. This work and power is not for the faint of heart.

Many of you are watchers, you identify with the watcher. Many take the name of Merlin. See themselves in his art. There are so many legends of him. So many stories. The one I like best is that told by Mary Stewart. Start with the Crystal Cave, then read the next two.

This is an unasumming version of Merlin the Watcher. One driven by destiny such as I. Not a warlock of power and magic, but a Merlin at one with the earth and the path.

There are many of us here, and we are all linked together. Do you know why we are here? Do you know our terrible purpose?

I know, for I have held the sword in my vision. I have seen the storm.

The powers of the watcher are not those of the manipulator. Many have asked about the spell to make her love you, or the power to move the mountain, to gain the world to control others.

If these things are important to you, you are not a watcher. And more so, this work is not for you. Remember the key, it is peace and love.

Since I am here now, I don't want to go back.....

We cannot heal this place.... Only the sword can do that.... I know this,.... I know the terrible purpose.....

.............if there were another way.

Chapter Four

"Ridin' round town with all the windows down, Eight track playin' all your favorite sounds, the rythm of the bongo's feel the part, Street musicians tryin' to get a start cause its summer, summer time is here, .yes it's summer, my time of year."

- War
"Summer" from "Best of War

I met Steve in 9th grade. We were a pair, skinny and scrawny. We took to each other quickly and knew our minds as if we were one. Steve was not a watcher. I guess the best term for Steve was "mechanic". He was the one to work out the steps, he loved being mired in the detail.
I have been called the glue, the pacifist that brings the sword and the mechanic together. The power that is in Phil, with the process to use it in Steve, with my skill at softening the edges. This is a hard one to describe, the triad, I mean. But it seems to be how it works.

Steve and I did not play the ego games that other boys played. There was no need for us to challenge each other. We were just having fun, but we were never apart of the clique, or the popular group.

I will relate a story to illustrate.....

One summers late afternoon, we spent at Steve's house inside because of a summer rain that lasted most of the day. Bored out of our minds, we searched for something, ANYthing to do. Steve's mother was also desperate to get us out of the house.

Finally Steve happened upon a box of fireworks. Sparklers, Snakes, and those spinning things that had different colors and spun around like a top.

So off we went, box in hand to the woods out back of his house. His house was on a corner. The woods were supposed to be some sort of sanctuary, but really it was where the kids played and the seniors to have sex.

The woods were bordered by houses on two sides whose back yards ran up to the woods. A famous place to kill time, the woods were thick with water after the rain. Lush and green and wet from that rain.

We wound our way to a clearing and found a stump to use to set off the fireworks. Sparklers are poor fun in the daylight, unless you use them to burn old models you were tired of, so we set off a box at a time. Lots of sparks, lots of smoke. A snake, eh screw this do the whole box. Lots of smoke. Back of my house was a creek that at one end pooled water that lasted most of the summer. There were even minnows at times of the year. I never really figured out where they came from. We would use that small pond to float old plastic model battleships. We would load them up with Snakes and set them afire. Did you know snakes burn under water? Smoke comes bubbling up out of the water. Pretty cool.

Well we had no pools of water nor old battleships or models of any kind for that matter to burn. Boredom settles upon us again.

Steve says, "Hey let's set the whole box off at once, all of them."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, maybe those fire crackers that wouldn't explode will explode after all."

So, Steve lights the box. Wow!! This is cool, tons of smoke looks like the woods are on fire if you look at the smoke.

Not much color or light, but way cool smoke, sparks and such.

Well when it finished we poked around the ashes made sure it was all out. Not like this was a problem, there was not dead stuff around and nothing that wasn't completely soaked with water still dripping from the leaves of the trees.

All is well so we start back to Steve's house. We make it to the main trail and see some old guy looking back into the woods and walking our way.

He is still in his yard, has not breached the fence that borders the woods when he sees us and yells.

"Hey!, You boys!, you burning something back there?"

He is too far off and we don't want to yell. Steve looks at me and says, "Let's go out the back of the woods, this guy looks like he thinks we set the woods on fire."

"Sounds good to me, the guy seems way to serious." I say.

So we cut off the main trail and sleek off into the cover out of site of the old man. Making our way through the woods away from Steve's house, I hear something....

"Steve, you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That!"

There is a siren, kind of distant, but almost sounds like it is getting closer. Steve is poised listening with his head cocked to one side. He listens.. Then his eyes widen and he looks dead at me.

"SHIT!, He called the fire department!"

"No, He wouldn't..."

Steve listened for only a couple of more seconds, then he bolted for the back of the woods. I was on his heels.

To this day, I cannot recall running through those woods. It was pure adrenaline, and fear. We burst out of the woods apparently jumping a fence in the process, for I don't remember that difficult feat.

We exited the woods on a factory access road that ran behind the woods and parallel to the housing edition. We turned and ran to our left along the access road to a place where we could look between the houses down the street.

Sure enough there were two fire engines setting in front of that old man's house. Firemen were jumping off carrying axes and unraveling a hose. Mind you there was NO smoke no sparks no fire when we left our bonfire.

Well Steve and I just looked at each other and we took off running on down the access road to a ditch that bordered the other side of the housing edition. This ditch was quite deep, we played there often hunting frogs or craw-dads when we were younger.

We camped out in that ditch out of sight for at least an hour, wondering what kind of trouble we were in. Wondering if that old man recognized Steve. Wondering what his mother was doing. Would she turn us in. Two panicked teenagers.

After an hour or so of speculating the worst, we started to walk back to Steve's. We took the round about way and came up to Steve's house from the other direction. Making sure we did not come in site of the old man's house.

The only thing we made sure of before approaching the house what that the Fire Engines had left, and they had.

As we got close to the yard, Steve's Mother burst out the front door. Waving her arms frantically she called in a hoarse whisper,

"Get in here quick!!"

We took off running over the yard and through the door which she closed behind us.

"Oh my God!" She said, you two cannot believe what went on here, where did you go? They ran into the woods with axes and hoses and shovels. I thought they were going to arrest you! That old man was crazy! I went out back and watched with the rest of the neighbors and pretended not to know anything."

Steve's mom finally took a breath, "Where did you go?" This time she paused long enough for us to tell her the story while she hustled us into the kitchen and fixed us soft drinks and cookies.

It was wonderful. She was so exhilarated and we thought we were going to be in so much trouble. Steve's mom that day re lived the drama and saw her own antics as a child through our adventure. She was as much apart of our excitement that I think this was one of the best times that Steve or I had with either of our parents.

We were both loners, but something clicked with us. We were just a pair.

But our futures would move together for the next several years. We would learn to use our powers and skills over time, but for now we just learned how to be in tune with each other.

Steve and I had many such adventures, not all of which involved the Fire Departments, but they were usually full of adventure. As we got older and learned more of the art, the adventures became more ominous and it often took hypnosis for us to recall the entire events. Sometimes we wished we hadn't remembered......

Chapter Five

"On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of other's suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away".

- Pink Floyd
"On the Turning Away" from "A Momentary Lapse of Reason"

I missed the 60's in any meaningful way. I grew up and met my teenage years in the early 70's. But, there was much attachment to the movement that occurred then. Steven King recently wrote a book about that period called "Hearts in Atlantis". It was a classic novel in his style, but not a horror story. I remember a comment by him in a prolog or was it an epilog that went something like...
"Despite what you might believe the 60's happened"

The most intense things in our lives are those things that we bury in our subconscious. My father said that there were many from the time of Atlantis that chose to came back to experience the 60's, because the time here was so much like it was during Atlantis.

He had times of vision where he was thrown back to Atlantis. He remembered vividly the times of the life he lived there and then. I could tell that he missed it. I have often wondered why my father chose to come back, but in the final analysis, I think it was me. He and I had lived many lifetimes together. He was an important part of my environment.

He remembered much and kept alot of it to himself. All of us do that. We don't share those things that are outside of the realm of accepted belief. Our society imposes a perspective and an expectation that we act in a certain way, and express certain ideas and beliefs. Outside of those are taboos of which are not to be spoken. Anything that shakes the view and vision of the world that we have is not to be spoken of let alone accepted.

Isn't that what makes NightMagick such a taboo? Darkness being good? Can't be. If it is dark it must be evil. Isn't that what we are taught?

So what made the 60's so important? It shook the foundations of the establishment. It shook the acceptance of what happens, it awoke the human consciousness.

There was more creativity at that time then there has been in ages. Emotion is the center and initiator of creativity.

So where does it all lead...

Where is your future? Why are you here. Why am I here.

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"Don't let the sun catch you cryin'."

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My cousin was drafted and went to Vietnam. He is still there. His body came home.

We hid the horrors of our lives back then. We did not discuss out loud the problems in our lives. Buried deep in our subconscious are the emotions we were afraid to share. Perhaps others would laugh or ostrasize us. If we share the wrong in our lives then there must be something wrong with us. We must not be weird or strange

If there was something in our lives we could not handle, such as the trauma of a war, we accept the belief that the fact we cannot handle it is our problem. Not that the experience might be beyond the bounds of what we are expected to accept.

The 60's were where we learned to let it out.

But there are still things of which we cannot speak. The horrors of a war are one thing. The corruption of a system is one thing. But the shaking of a reality is quite another.

What is true in your life today. What is real? Who are you. Is2+2 really 4? Do you hate or is there love in your heart. What motivates you? Greed, giving, love, or personal gain? Are you in pursuit of power and control? Is that what compensates you for what you have lost or for what someone else has taken from you?

When you sleep do you dream? Do you visit another world? Do you astral travel? Do they come for you in the night?

How does it feel? How does it feel to be on your own, with no direction home. Like a rollin' stone?

They came often for me in the night. I must have had a beacon like a light house upon me. For they came so often........

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"Hey I want you to meet someone." Steve said.

"Who?"

"Someone I met in college."

Steve and I had started to explore meditation. Steve had discovered Alan Parsons and I had gotten married. Introspective music and trapped.

It was 1980, and it was one evening. I was used to protecting my spirit. I remember I did not make a good impression upon Phil. He looked into my soul and I shut it down. I think that irritated him. I also wonder in hind-site if at that meeting he had another perspective on what was to be accomplished than I did.

"You were a wizard in another life... " Said Phil,

"You used people with your powers..."

"A Dark magician in front of an altar with a woman on the altar...."

I was shocked. Instantly I pulled down the curtain and cut off his view. Phil was shocked, and upset by that action. I learned later that he told Steve that I had growing to do and he would not teach me until I had learned a great deal.

Well I think what Phil failed to recognize was that I had no idea who he was or what he represented. More so I was embarrassed to be associated with what appeared to be an evil path. It was a lifetime that I knew that I had done wrong in, but the extent of that wrong was not clear to me and I did not want someone else peering into a past life and memory that I had that I did not understand and might be afraid of.

I didn't see Phil for a while after that. Steve and I worked on learning to control what was in us and trying to Astral Travel for some time.

It would be some time before I saw Phil again.

Chapter Six

"Who can tell me if we have heaven, who can say the way it should be, Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet, Angel's tears below a tree."

- Enya, Lyrics by Roma Ryan
"China Roses" from "The Memory of Trees"

I don't think I have ever really talked about the nature of the enemy. They are more than can be believed. The force of what "we" are is here disrupting the pattern and flow of the things that they are trying to make happen. Not the nature of things, but that flow that they want happening.
There is little we really understand of the level of interference that they bring. They are in our dreams and our thoughts. They know what can cause disruption and they are the very thought of it in it's entirety.

Remember, whenever two or more are together, we are a amplified by the power of the number of us who are together. It is a power that cannot be hidden. I seek to hide in the multitude. But when they come for me and wish to impose their will, I enter the void and strike back.

I have re-learned recently, the power of discordance. We, humans, seek order. It is a comfort. Straight lines of contoured practice. Everything lining up and stacking correctly. All the numbers adding up. All the boxes lined up with the walls. Order.

No not really. It is the triad that is power. Why? Simple, because it amplifies upon itself there is no paired balance to be achieved. The corners don't pair up. They cause the power to be channeled from one to the other to the other to the other, but because there is not a balance of pairs, it continues, it does not stop. A simple pattern of understanding, but how profound if you think about it.

The next remembrance that I have of Phil is with Steve, and we had decided to try some meditations and chants. These are tools of great power, especially when acted upon by a group.

I truly do not know how to convey what happened here. But you have to understand that Phil, Steve, and I had/have known each other for lifetimes beyond time. We know that we act in this life upon a stage, despite the great struggle that occurs to save this planet, we struggle and remember. For us ritual was the acting upon a stage in open consciousness.

We can be silent in meditation as a group, go great distances, observe the same things and go the same places. See together, be together, raise energy together. But to speak in voice. Nope, not possible, failure to the extreme. Nada. Not going to happen.

We tried a simple chant, said together. I think we got out one line before we all broke up. Didn't matter the seriousness of the words or what we wanted to achieve. Nope, it was hysterical. Ok, so we tried a simple OMm... nope. Uproarious laughter permeated the room. It was not going to be.

So what is going on? A serious power of voice amongst three to raise a vibration of energy to achieve a purpose and pattern? Reduced to the tittering laughter that would have come from three young children? There has never really been a good explanation. But let's suffice it to say that we remember too much.

We also now understand that something happened that we did not understand at that time. When we would sit down to do this, the room would cool to chilling depths. I think in retrospect that the laughter was a defense mechanism. They were there in force.

There is something else that you need to know. It is simple.

Light is darkness and darkness is light....

All of our history tells us that the light is what we should seek. It is the light that was Christ. It is the symbolism of that simple comparative that allows confusion to exist. Is it light that brings us to safety? Is it light that we encounter that brings comfort? Is light god?

Well if you have read and understood you know that God is neither light nor darkness. It is. If you were to subvert a population, would you not confuse them with symbolism? And then having done that, hide behind what you have hidden?

It works. It has worked. We feared the darkness of the evil, when it was the light that we embraced that was the evil against which we fight. It was obvious in the extreme when looked at it from a distance, but we failed that exercise early on. Yang is light, Yin is dark. The Earth is dark energy. Earth must be evil right? No, that was the catch. The spark we could not see then we just didn't get it, but eventually we did. It was so obvious in hindsight, but not in foresight. Is that not always so?

Laughter saved us from doing the thing that would have amplified the light. We knew it wrong, but not why. Only our subconscious knew and protected us, and it would not be the last time that this was so.

Part Two

Part Two introduction.

Chapter Seven

Christopher Robin and Owl walked along, under branches laid up by the moon, posing odd questions to Owl and Eeyore, as the days disappeared all to soon.

Loggins and Mecina
House at Pooh Corner.

May 1983

It had been some time since Steve, under the oppressive nature of things, abandoned the job with the failing Radio Station he had taken a job with out of college, and chose the relief of a few months lounging in the pool at his Mothers in Florida.

After an appropriate enough time under the south Florida sun, he found an opportunity that let him out from under the thumb of his mother.

He worked out a deal with a department store, and got some management training. He moved to a small town in Georgia to become an assistant manager at one of their branch stores. The three of us had been corresponding by mail for some time. We thought we knew it all, not that we do now, but we certainly can see now we had no clue back then.

Bob Dylan had it right, oh so right, "ah but I was so much older then, I am much younger than that now." Sorting out the visions and trying to follow what is right for us in this lifetime is so hard. It is easy, when we glimpse the past and the futures, to think we have such power and direction.

We don't, not even in the slightest. None of that ritual or wording or phrasing has any more power than what you have in your soul. I have seen much in this life, and I have seen much from my other lives.

It isn't power or privilege to have this, no, I think it is maturity if you follow my meaning. The experience, the lives, the pain. If I used this insight to manipulate for personal gain, it would not be open for me to see it. Perhaps of my own choosing, but isn't that what each of our lives is all about? It is that free will thing again. You have it use it. Never give control over to another, you are in control.

With Steve in Florida and Phil and I sharing the opposite sides of a large city we only had our letters and an occasional phone call. We had talked for some time about trying to get together. It had been a long time, couple of years since Steve took off. We were missing the closeness of our relationship and the magick that occurred when we got together.

Steve suggested that we get together for a camping trip in the Appalachian mountains near where he was living. It sounded like the perfect fit. So it was on.

We spent a couple of weeks gathering our things together. We were going to drive into the woods as far as we could then hike back and find some secluded location. We were going to find a place where we could meet the ET's. We knew if we could get to the right place they would come to us. How we knew I cannot say, but it was true and we knew it. It was our hope that in this event it would come clear why we were here, what we were doing and that our subconscious minds would be opened up to understand and see all.

Phil drove a Green Bomb Station Wagon. She was what I would call a real Betsy, if you know what I mean. A "Betsy" was one of those cars that you gave a name, usually a female persona. She was your best friend, the date you never had. A woman you had to coax to start and keep going. She could and would be cantankerous, but you loved her all the same. No one in their right mind who could afford a choice would buy her. But she would go for you with love and encouragement.

Phil maintained his father had picked the car out for him and had it checked over by a mechanic. I think that car was meant for him and if it had been inspected for any other purchaser she would have failed miserably. That green bomb was one dependable car, right up to the day he walked away from her. She blew her water pump.

Phil picked me up early Friday morning. I could not afford to take a lot of time off so we decided to make it a long weekend. It was a ten hour drive near as we could guess, so an early start was prudent. We would get in Friday night, make final plans then head to a camping spot Saturday morning.

We would camp Saturday night, Sunday night and return to Steve's apartment Monday, and return home on Tuesday. We would head directly south down I65 through Kentucky.

The leaving was always the good part. Getting away. There is magick in leaving behind the routine, breaking out of the cobwebs that gather and hold us down to the routine. Getting out frees the mind and allows you to see once again all that is possible. What an adventure adventures are.

For us it has always been Magick, the trips the getting away. And we have seen some amazing things. Have you ever been to Mammoth Cave? Wow what power there is there, the silence and the dark and the dragons. Have you ever been to any of the Ancient Native American sites? Ancient in this land and wonderful. Have you ever stood at the base of a 400 foot coastal redwood looking up into the canopy, listening to the silence of the wood, feeling the power of that silence?

This would be our first trip through Kentucky and the dark world that exists in the limestone caves there. We were aligned with the white lighters then. Ignorant of what was happening. We were so discordant with the yin energy there and we felt it. They were there, the dark ET's, yes aliens working their own agendas. We walked like naked babies into their world.

What a relief it was to leave the limestone country of Kentucky behind.

We made good time and found Steve, got some dinner and started pouring over the maps to determine exactly where we would go. It was like we never were apart. Just the three of us, what fun we had.

We studied the maps and found an old logging road that went back into the Appalachians and looked like a fairly good remote area. We needed a remote area if we were to get the visitation we wanted. We knew if we meditated and sent out the right energy, we could call them and they would come.

I came here to live through the coming catastrophe, and I knew once we met with them, I would remember. What I also hoped was that I would remember how to forget the ingrained training that was given me over my lifetime. I would be free of the bounds on the physical limitations of this life. All would be open to me, once I have a conscious free meeting with them, those mentally created physical boundaries will vanish. It is the key to me remembering all that I know I can do. Telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, it would change all things in my mind from their current form to the illusions that they are.

Ever read Richard Bach's Illusions? The story of the reluctant messiah?

It is a clarifying experience.

2.

We got some dinner and headed out to the grocery store and filled the list we had prepared. We went right to bed planning on an early start Saturday morning. We had about an hour to drive to find the logging road and then who knew how much further.

That early start dragged on as we loaded the car, then got breakfast, then picked up more supplies, then tried to find the right roads.

The roads were pretty easy to find and so was the logging road, except when we got to it, we found that it was not in repair. We could only go down it for about 500 yards. Trees and ruts made it impassable for the green bomb. We parked it in the road, no one is going to go by us on this road, hell no one would find it. Unlikely that anyone has gone down this road for years.

We abandoned our green bomber, "Betsy" and loaded up our packs and headed out on down the road.

We hoped to find a hilltop or mesa where it was flat that we could set up camp after we got back into the woods. We needed a place where they could land their ship.

We followed that old logging road back quite a ways climbing over downed trees and after a while decided it would be better to get off the road, but the only alternative was up the hill to the left. It was steep a good 40 degree incline. So we attacked the hill. It looked like after a fashion it leveled out, could be just the type of mesa-like top we were looking for.

It was rough going, loose footing, sliding on leaves and dirt, grabbing at trees trying to stay the climb. The leaves gave way to that bright red Georgia clay. Slipping and sliding. The trees were saplings mostly with a few that measured up to 3 or 4 inches in diameter. This land had been logged long ago. The virgin timber was long gone in the lust for wealth that tears up the Eco system. Without the ground cover the ground gave way easily to erosion and our feet. There were no sound root systems to hold the earth down.

Shear determination pushed me on towards our common goal. Phil paced himself, Steve in the middle, I pushed ahead. Pushed myself up that hill. I looked back once to see Phil on his belly sliding backwards, catch a tree then pull himself up. Reaching out ahead of me I grasped for a one inch diameter sapling that could not hold my weight. I put my foot against the base to hold my position. Stretching out to find another tree base that could hold my weight.

A crash and I see Steve in a slide, but he catches himself easily enough. Hindsight of years would have had us trying another way, but we were at least half way up. Not going to have any adversity stop us now!

To be honest, while we had camped before, Steve and I that is, we had not really camped with someone who knew what they were doing.

We brought what we thought we would like and need. We brought foods that were easy to fix. Freeze dried foods were not to be had back then, but if they were they were so expensive that we could not afford them.

About this time the weight of those canned goods in my pack were burning in the muscles in my legs. Half way up push on, go, you can make it and once there you can rest. You can sit down, put up that hammock, swing in the breeze.

Huffing and puffing I pushed on and grabbed for trees that were the size of closet poles. Pushing up that incline of at least 40 degrees, that incline that now seemed to me to be 90 degrees.

I wondered to myself, did I have the Iron Skillet or did Steve. We must be idiots.

"Hey Steve!"

"what..." came his puffing reply.

"Do you have the Iron Skillet or do I?"

"You do..."

"Want it?"

"Wasn't it your idea to bring it?"

"Naw, I wouldn't suggest something so stupid."

"Seems to me it was your idea." said Steve.

"Naw, you must have dreamt that part."

Got to stop and rest, take a break. I balanced my weight against another of those pole trees, looked back down the hill. Now it did look 90 degrees up. Steve plugging along, actually catching up. He glanced up and I caught his eyes, huffing an puffing, I said, "Slowpoke...".

He cracked a smile and put his head back down and he would push ahead just to beat me up there. The competition of childhood friends.

Over his shoulder was Phil, doing the smart thing. Hell he had been in the guard, he knew better than to push like we were doing. He went his own pace. Come to think of it, I think he had us carrying all the canned goods... Oh I don't know, but good thing our lives didn't depend on this outing. We should be dead of stupidity.

Afraid that Steve was catching up too closely, I willed myself on and got up, turned and pushed on up the hill.

I did beat Steve up there, but not by much. It must have taken a good 40 minutes to climb that hill, but we were lucky enough to have it top out to a nice flat place where we had a good view of the sky.

I shrugged off my pack and collapsed.

Steve, in a macho display of unwillingness to admit defeat trotted on to see if the next rise off of this one was one we should seriously investigate. He went on, and I knew he would want us to go on to there, but I knew that once Phil got to the top, he would go no further.

"Come on, we will get a better view over there." Steve pleaded. But I knew this was bravado, he was just as exhausted as I was. I did have to admit I had a curiosity, but no strength to investigate.

Phil's head finally began to peer over the rise, working slowly and doggedly, he made his way over to me, shrugged off his pack. Breathing heavily, he said, "This is the spot." Heaving deep breaths, I knew this was a dictate of exhaustion rather than of knowing.

Smiling, I looked at Steve who finally succumbed to the inevitable and he dropped his pack and collapsed while he showered us with a wide smile.

3.

We got the tent set up in the next hour or so, at Steve's urging. I had to chuckle to myself, had I been behind him on the climb, I would have done the same thing. After the tent was setup, I went to getting a tree pair for my hammock. You know two trees spaced just far apart enough for my hammock yet strong enough not to bow together under my weight.
I didn't do much more that day. I think we had camp in place by about 4PM that day. All in all we had not done much in the way of distance traveling. But that was alright. We were together, had found a place remote enough that they could come visit us. Maybe take us away so we could do what we all wanted. Travel in space, see the Earth from out there.

More than anything else, I wanted to be awake. I wanted to know what I knew, but could not remember.

Here years later, as I have had an awakening slowly but not all of the things I know I know, and nothing to release the power I know exists in us all.

I tell you all now, there is a price for that awakening. One so high that there are few of us who will ever be willing to pay.

Memories. Memories bub. There is not a soul who has ever lived in human form on this earth that can face them head on and not waver.

You block them out and move ahead. If you don't control them you leave.

4.

"Anyone hungry?"
Steve never say die...

"You fixin'?", I say.

"Who has the pans?", he answers.

"I think we put those in Phil's pack didn't we?"

Phil turns his head to look at us, gives us this "I will get you for this." look and jerks his head at his pack which he has not touched since he took it off. Turns out he had the Iron Skillet. Must have been his idea I think to myself. Naw, it was me.

Phil gives us a look and tells Steve to get out the chicken, and his look is so exhausted it says all over it, "Quit kidding around."

Camp setup, dinner of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Yes we the enlightened of the earth, idiots of the camp at least had the audacity and foresight to bring dinner already prepared.

That potato salad was heavy.

Dinner done, fire started, we sat and watched the light fade from the evening. We had one tent large enough to share.

There was a light breeze moving through the trees. Exhausted, we sat with the light fading and the stars popping out and rested in silence. There would be no meditation this evening, we were all in.

We banked the fire with stones and headed to the tent. Phil was the last in and though we did not see it, he stopped and looked out into the woods. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. A silent foreboding touched him. But vanished quickly. We were safe this night, and far too tired to feel anything but sleep.

Chapter Eight

If I ever get outta here, thought of given it all away, to registered charity, all I need is a fine today if we ever get outta here, if we ever get outta here.

Paul McCartney and Wings
Band on the Run.

Morning brought pain.

Lord when have I ever hurt so bad? We were not up with the birds that morning, far from it. We all were in bad shape. But we had earned it. It was a beautiful morning with bright yellow sunlight filtering through the green leaves that were newly born this spring. I think Steve was the first out of the hatch visiting the nearby facilities, you know the one just left of the third tree on the right.

I don't think we talked about anything particularly for a while, it was just grunts and groans. Steve poked his head into the tent smiling broadly and trying to hide his own pain. "Want Breakfast!?", was his morning call.

"I can't move.", I responded. Phil rolled out of bed silently, looked up at Steve and asked for directions to the facilities. (primarily so he wouldn't step on them.) "You cooking this morning?" I asked Steve. Laughing a response, he said "Sure."

I laid there for a while wishing the morning away and heard Steve and Phil talking, though I could not make out what they were saying. After laying there a while, I rolled out and poked my head out of the tent. They were fussing around working out a breakfast. Bacon was sizzling in the Iron Skillet, and Steve looked to be working up a batch of pancakes. Yes we even hauled syrup up that muddy slide.

Steve said, "Geez you look like death warmed over." To which I replied, that I felt just like I was dead. As the morning progressed so did Steve and Phil's silent concern over my condition. I did as little as possible. I had over done my self in a very serious way. Not only did I hurt from the exertions, but I hurt because of exhaustion. I ate breakfast with them, crawled to my hammock and planned to do nothing for the rest of the day.

"OK UP! we are going exploring!"

What? I thought uh? A simple groan and "Huh?!" escaped my mouth to Phil's order. "You go ahead, I am here for the day!"

"Nope." he simply responded, "You are up we are all three going to explore the area! We are in the wilderness and we need to enjoy the solitude."

Well I made it up and had they not chosen to go down hill, I would have probably collapsed immediately. But I was starting to feel pretty good so I got moving.

We went down the next ravine, it looked like there was a creek. A creek of pristine waters we hoped. It was much easier going and less of an incline than the one we climbed up and we did not have those ridiculous packs on our back either.

It was a beautiful morning and the temperatures were quite moderate. We found a stream. Phil and Steve immediately began to strip down and bathe. Well it wasn't that warm. I just had a bad feeling about getting chilled. Of course, after testing the water, it was cold. I tried washing my hair out a bit, the guys were poster boys for the polar bear club. We even drank from those clean clear pristine mountain waters.

"You hear that?", said Steve.

Phil said, "Uh-huh, what is that, is that..."

"A car?", I completed for him.

"Sounds like it, sort of." was Steve's reply and it held the tone of wishful thinking.

The cold water on my scalp was nearly too much. I began to shiver and it started to sap the strength from me. I sat down to rest for a bit and I noticed that Phil and Steve started looking concerned.

"Let's start back and we can get a lunch going.", said Phil. We started back and had to climb a ways. Somewhere along the way apart from hearing the sounds of cars on a gravel road, I became aware that Steve and Phil were taking turns helping me. I must have been worse off than I felt.

Fifty minutes of hike and climb took us back to the campsite. I was in bad shape, but so were the guys. Not as bad as I, but bad. I slept in the hammock, woke and slept. Steve made another trip up to the hill looking off.

"Hey Phil.."

"Yes?"

"You hear that?"

"What?"

"That, sounds like a car again."

"Well yeah now that you mention it."

"Sounds like it is on a gravel road, but where?"

"Your right, it does."

Off to our left of our camp, my guess of the direction was North West, we kept hearing the sound of cars off and on that day. Steve made is way back down the slope and first thing out of his mouth was, "You hear what sounds like cars on a gravel road?".

Phil and I just looked at each other and confirmed to Steve that we were hearing it too.

If there was a road over that way, it was down the next valley, then over that rise. And that was going to be quite a haul. None of us was up to that effort.

Steve said, "If there is a road over there it is NOT on the map. There is nothing on the map in this area."

I said, "How old is the map? Is it out of date?"

"Could be I guess, but we cannot see anything, if it is a dirt road shouldn't we be able to see dust?"

We spent the rest of that day sleeping and eating, and wondering about that road noise.

2.

We had our dinner that day late in the day. Sun was going down but that was about what we had planned. As Dusk was settling, we were banking the fire and enjoying Coffee. Watching the night sky turn shades of blue, orange and pink.

Steve asked, "Phil, what do you think we should do about setting the mood, getting things right? I mean we just meditate and raise energy or what?"

Phil had told us about an encounter in Colorado where he saw a UFO and tried to bring it to him with his mind. The craft stopped in the air and hung then obviously struggled. They reached into his mind and asked him to stop or they would crash. He let them go.

Phil said, "Lets raise some energy, protect ourselves and send a beacon of light out for them. Lets let them come to us. They know we are here and why."

No longer did we try to chant or speak, it was silent meditation. We raised white light around us and meditated for a bit. Coming out of it Steve said he saw a vision of them coming for us. Clear in his mind he saw a ship and that it was destined to come and meet us.

Steve always saw the most clearly for us. Phil said that this confirmed his feelings and we settled back and watched the darkness overtake the night sky.

Every blip in the sky that moved was a UFO for us, I am sure we saw Skylab and a few airliners in the Atlanta pattern.

"I hope this works." I said.

Steve said he could see them, see their craft. They were on their way. This lifted our spirits and fueled the adrenaline that was building in our systems.

The gray of dusk had settled into the black of night. Far away from any city, there was no reflective city light, and night was night. Black as black save for the fire and the twinkle of the stars, there was no moon.

With a light breeze that made the night pleasant, there was a white halo of energy that hung over us. We were protected from the night and those things that crept with it.

We were confident that they were coming, I was seeing in my mind that they were on their way.

We had spent a lot of time mind traveling in the years that led up to this so we were used to doing this among ourselves. We would make purposeful journeys to places we both knew and did not know. Often we would choose a place that only one of us had been then after meditating and traveling, we would let the two who had not been there in body describe things to the one who had.

It was fun and honed our skill and let us trust what we saw when we went places in meditation that none of us had been. It is a thing that only works when we are not trying to impress one another. There has to be ultimate trust in the group. No, I saw that too, type of comments, but validation of what we saw.

Suddenly we all became aware that something had changed. What was it? What was different? Phil said it, "The wind has stopped." A cold chill ran down my spine. It was deathly quite. No insect noises, nothing. It doesn't happen like this. No birds, no wind, no insect noises, no leaves rustling with mice or other mammals running around.

Dead silence.

The anticipation was overwhelming. We looked up into the sky, all around. We could see nothing different.

3.

At this point we all lost consciousness.

Slowly a huge ship appeared over the trees. No lights, just a dark shadow. Out of the wood walked three slim shapes. Large black eyes, overly large heads, gray skin.

Eyokk spoke to the other two in thought, with his mind, for they had no mouths to speak. "Take them to the lab for examination." It was their intent to take us on board. In fact we wanted this, but we saw ourselves as partners not test animals. "We must make sure the implants are still working." Norban responded, "Their memory must be altered as well." Koryab raised a hand and we started to rise off the ground. Eyokk said, "This is most welcome to have them all in the same place at the same time. We can ensure that we have them in tune and keep their bodies out of tune with their souls."

Koryab spoke, "Why did the dark ones..."

As Koryab spoke he vanished, vaporizing sparkles of light falling to the ground. Then Eyokk and Norban. The great ship above them suddenly shuddered and shot off into the horizon. A pin point of light.

Our three bodies dropped from about two feet off the ground to the ground with a thud.

I groaned and sat up. There was total disorientation, then we focused like we were coming out of a meditation.

Steve vocalized first, "Some-thing's very wrong!"

"No kidding." I responded. I was suddenly cold, as was Phil, deep cold. Fear gripped all of us. They were not here and the enemy was. What was happening?

"We have to get into the tent." This was Phil. His eyes were wide and we all three were petrified. We threw a couple of more logs on the fire and found we ached all over. Quickly moving into the tent.

"We have to put up energy in the tight space to protect us, the dark ones are here and they are all around us." said Phil. In my knowing Phil, I had never seen him afraid. I felt what was around us, I don't remember feeling unsafe, but I was greatly uneasy.

Phil was afraid. In hindsight I believe it was because he knew just how close we came to loosing our ability to do what we came for. That we could have lost our lives.

Something in me did not feel that, and that was either my own fore knowledge, or ignorance.

That night was the longest night of our lives.

Some hours later Phil needed to go to the bathroom, and it took all the courage he had to leave that tent. While we were in there we knew we were safe. But outside? Who knew, especially separated. Phil had to go very badly or he would not have ventured outside. It was pain he could not delay.

He suddenly reappeared and jumped back into the tent. It would be more hours till daylight. And we talked trying to understand what had happened. None of it made any sense. They were coming to see us and take us up into their ships we were sure. The enemy had come and stopped them, so we would not awaken.

Well that is what we concluded. We were wrong, very wrong.

The dark ones saved our very souls.

If the grays had gotten us all three together, they could have kept us under their control for a very long time and perhaps even ended our mission to save this world.

Like fools we had opened a doorway for them to reach us. The dark ones came just in time. But they could not approach us. We were still using white light and we were not ready to understand. Conditioning takes a long time to reverse and we needed that time.

4.

When the sun started to come up we actually got a little sleep. But we were not going to dally now. After a short bit, we got up and going. We packed up, took down the tent and started down the hill for the car.

It was only about a thirty minute hike back to the car, all downhill. We loaded up and started out back down that dirt road. But we came across a gravel road that we had not come down and on a hunch took it.

Curving around a little, it went up a slope and we recognized the hilltop we had been on. It was just down from the rise that Steve had wanted to hike on up to. We just looked at each other and felt foolish. We could have parked and walked down to the place we camped. On around the corner was a house.

That pristine mountain water could well have been sewage run off.

It wasn't the most depressing time we ever had, but we were certainly quite daunted. But we had shared and renewed our friendship.

Getting back to Steve's we cleaned up and got dinner. The next morning we would be heading back up the Interstate and the ten hour drive back home.

We reminisced and complained about the luck. We also wondered and tried to understand what had happened to us. It would take years and a turning round of the light to understand how we had been saved. But the struggle was really only beginning.

Chapter Nine

Pending.

Chapter Ten

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, it's about Alice.. and the restaurant. But Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the Restaurant, That's just the name of the song. That's why I call the song Alice's Restaurant.

Arlo Gutherie.

A STORY - MARCH 30,1988

A Prologue - This story was written in April of 1988. I have chosen to keep most of this story as I wrote it. Including the time frames mentioned and the additional writings at the end. As always names have been changed to protect privacies and in this vain, some poetic license has been taken, but the story is still the same. The gap between chapter 8 and this chapter which I have chosen to title as chapter 10 has been more difficult to put together than I had hoped. Largely this is because of the changes going on in my life over the last year, need more peace.....

I rose up in bed to look at the clock, it was 4:59, I reached over and turned off the alarm. I must have looked at that clock 20 times last night. It has been hard to contain my excitement. I got up and got dressed, put my pajamas in the suitcase, closed it up and went downstairs.

I washed my hair packed the cooler with ice and soft drinks, loaded the truck up, and looked at the clock. Damn, 5:41, oh well, Phil never expected me to be on time. Sharon had come downstairs, I dutifully kissed her, told her goodbye, and went for the truck. I plugged in the garage door opener and got in the truck. I opened the garage door and pumped the gas hard, she started with her usual coaxing, backed out of the garage and shut the door.

From this point on, it would be another great adventure, an escape from reality.

It would take forty minutes to Phil's place in Martinsville, so I settled back and plugged in a tape. Less than a week ago Phil suggested going to see Steve. How things fell together was, to say the least, amazing. I have known Steve for some eighteen years, we have been the best of friends since the day we met. Phil met Steve about ten years ago and Steve introduced us in 1980. The three of us have not been together for five years now. That was the time of the last great adventure. None of us could imagine what was going to happen this time, and in our wildest imaginings we could not have possibly imagined this one.

The changes that have come and gone on our quest have caused many a situation. We have always trusted in out inner selves. But when Steve and Phil last parted, there was apprehension. I knew Phil was uneasy about this meeting but I also knew Steve was excited. There was great purpose to this meeting. We had to know if the changes that had befallen us had also come to Steve. We also suspected he was to rejoin us on our quest. In truth we found that he had never left us, but was still growing.

There have been many changes, the latest was one of the most dramatic. After having merged with our brothers in space, we have tried to adjust to the changes in our selves. We call our friends Draconian because they come from the constellation of Draconis. They say this is fine because the translation does not exist for their names. We have to find out if Steve has changed or will change. There have been many problems in organizing this adventure but always the problems have worked out. I expect, now that the dark force has decided to interfere again, that we will find the trip quite interesting. Deadra, Jill, and Mark all desperately wanted to go, however, it was not to be. This adventure was for only the power and trust we three could generate between us. The kinship and trust between Steve, Phil, and I could not be matched in the others, and for what we were about to experience, petty jealousies, mistrust, and insecurity could only interfere in an experience such as this. The sun was starting to rise, clouds filled the sky, but were scattered upon the horizon. It has sprinkled now and then, but we have been promised good weather.

I pulled off 37 onto Ohio and around to Phil's. his lights were on and it was 6:24, damn, he will remind me I'm late. Oh well, he shouldn't bitch when he already knows the answer. I pulled up and hopped out, knocked on the door.

"Come in", a voice called from inside, I opened the door and Phil lowered the newspaper he was reading and said,

"Little late aren't we?".

"Oh, Shut up, you knew I'd be late so don't bitch."

"Me?, Bitch?"

"Good God, are you going to move in?" As I looked around there was a large suitcase,3 trash bags, a box a backpack, (pink, must be Tillie's), a grocery sack, and a cooler.

"Hummmm, could be." Phil said.

"Yeah, Steve will think you are moving back in."

He laughed, got up and started picking up things. I took the suitcase and one of the trash bags and went out to the truck. I opened the door on the shell and flipped the tarp back off the bed of the truck and began loading Phil's stuff. he continued to bring things while I loaded. I rearranged the tarp and started to shut the door when Phil said, Wait one more thing, the fan.

Oh, yes, Phil has a fetish for fans. Something about the harmonious sounds of a steel blade Patton fan for sleeping. But then he was always a little weird, well ok I like the sound of a fan as well. I loaded the fan, closed the door and put the cooler and sack up front while he closed up the house. he came out with what he calls his Indiana Jones hat, I enjoyed laughing at him and got an unruffled smirky glare from him. On me it's Indiana Jones, on Phil it is a Derby. I just shook my head and got in.

Phil got in put his coat in the back, took off his hat and slammed against the plastic glass and glass holder I had put on his side of the truck. It went flying, bouncing all over. I don't know why I am so amused to watch him bumble about. He laughed.

I don't remember much about the useless conversation we had while we loaded and left, nor do I remember much of the bantering back and forth we did. In truth much of it was nervousness, I don't think either of us really believed this trip was happening. Since our last trip, we had gathered a number of friends to us. It is amazing how complicated things can get.

I pulled away. It is hard to describe how giddy we both were as we left on this trip. The entire trip, leaving in particular, had an unreal almost dream like quality to it. "Well Phil, I have a special tape for us." We had talked about the opportunity to listed to lots of tapes on the trip, but I had prepared a special tape. I had hooked up my VCR to the stereo and recorded the better songs from Monty Python's "Meaning of Life" and "Life of Brian". Five years ago on our last adventure, the famed camping trip, was a trip into Chattanooga to see the "Meaning of Life". We all got such a big kick out of that film and the music, that this somehow seemed an appropriate way to start the trip with. Phil was amused. He started humming a little while later.

We hadn't gone four blocks when Phil said, "Turn around go back, I don't know if I got the door shut." After the side trip back to Phil's we took 252 across to 31 to 65 and we were on the way. We stopped south of Louisville for breakfast already feeling we had entered another country. It had drizzled the whole trip thus far, but somehow we felt the weather would clear about the time we entered Tennessee.

As we traveled through Kentucky and the hills the rain got heavier and stronger, as if it was trying to drive us back. We could feel the dark force very strongly there. I was always uncomfortable going through this area of north central Kentucky. The dark is very evident here. As we neared Tennessee suddenly our truck was covered in a beam of light, what appeared to be sunlight, but I felt energy rip through me. Phil closed his eyes and absorbed it, I did the best I could while driving.

The effects of the energy we were beamed with did not hit me until later in the day. the pain in my head was one of the worst I have ever experienced. It certainly put a damper on this first evening with Steve. Phil later explained that had I been able to spend more time in meditation merging with the Alien's in a hot bath, flowing their energy through me, I would not have had such negative effects. There is only so much the body can adjust to.

2.

The UFO

When we reached Tennessee, the weather cleared as we suspected it would and as we traveled through Nashville Phil suddenly cried out,

"UFO!! UFO!!".

My Heart stopped.

All my life I had looked to the sky and now in the middle of traffic at a time that it was impossible to look, now of all times, now ... Traffic was somewhat heavy and of course he was pointing out the passenger window. I frantically tried to look while containing my excitement.

"Where.. Where, I don't see anything!"

"Over there on the side of the building ....the letters 'U F 0' ".

Had I not been driving, Phil most certainly would have died that very moment. He suddenly realized that I thought there was a real UFO and he broke into hysterical laughter. I don't think he realized how much danger he was in, being forcibly ejected from the truck at 60 miles an hour was a reality he was very close to.

We continued on with Phil breaking into uninvited laughter periodically along the way until we began to pass through the hills of southern Tennessee. Phil suddenly became quiet and searched the sky. Upon asking him, he said he had glimpsed a ship behind a hill. He was overwhelmed with their presence. Anticipation for this trip was growing. Though it was unspoken, we all knew the ultimate goal of this trip. We all knew the ultimate purpose.

When we finally arrived, and following Steve's directions, we had no problem until we tried to navigate the apartment complex. Of course we were lost, and as I looked up, there was Steve, come looking for us. His instinct told him we were lost. For us, and all like this, this is common. Many consider it chance, but it is not. If one listens carefully, you always know what to do. The problem is that we often don't want to listen.

Though I was not aware of it then, Phil was extremely uncomfortable, expecting the worst sort of reception from Steve. This was Phil merely demonstrating that he has the same human frailties that we all demonstrate once we take up full residence in these forms.

We greeted each other with hugs and Steve took us into his apartment, we carried in some of our things. He had the nicest second floor apartment, vaulted ceilings, a bay window, and of course a cat. Steve's cat is called "Puddy Cat" , and it loves being inside of his shirt. Steve unbuttons his shirt and puts this cat inside and buttons it up. Steve is strange too.

It was about this time that my head began to hurt and some of the events of the evening are somewhat blurry. Very little of our conversation do I remember. Steve took us over to the nearby mall where we walked around and talked. Later we went over to a Chinese restaurant and had a wonderful meal. At dinner there was general get reacquainted discussions. Steve hearing about Phil's marriage, and mine. Steve talked some about the lady he has been seeing. I talked of Julie and the wonder of the future. I knew that Julie felt some connection, but my marriage would not allow any expression of a connection. I was not yet at the point of my divorce.

Without experiencing it, it is impossible to describe the relationship Steve, Phil, and I have. We are three and yet we are one. There is much power in us.

We came back to the apartment, I practiced Tai Chi sword and then took a long hot bath to try to adjust my system to the power of the energy I had absorbed on the trip. While I bathed and listened to music, Phil talked with Steve to gauge his growth, to see if inside of him was the same as Phil and I. They talked about the discomfort that Phil had felt at their parting some years back, and regained the balance that they needed. Phil took Steve's hand and looked inside of him. he found that he was also "Draconian". Phil then began to disclose to Steve the story of the Draconians and their influence in our lives. Steve had changed along with us just as he always had. Steve related that he now understood the changes he had undergone, they were all now clear.

I am aware that most in this world would feel we were totally insane. Interesting concept sanity. While they finished up their discussion, I again practiced sword. The pain was still intense, though the bath had eased it tremendously, so Phil worked on my head. Steve put on some music and Phil applied some energy. Steve had a tape called "Hypnogogic", and it was. The combination of that tape, and Phil's energy made my head clear and eased the pain to a tolerable level.

Steve got out a map and we started to make plans for the next day. Steve wanted to take us to "Stone Mountain", so we made that the plan of the next morning. We went to bed.

3.

The Mountain

In the night I knew things were happening. It was all a fog until I concentrated on it. I shared Steve's bed and that is where they came for me. I did not expect them to come in the night, though it is then they most often come. Small and grayish in color one came to the bed, he raised his hand and I sat up. Steve's weight bench was next to the bed so I had to move my feet and slide down the bed to stand. As I did this he stepped back from the bed to allow me room to stand. He turned and walked into Steve's living room where Phil slept on Steve's hide-a-bed. I followed him and walked over to the bed and lay down on the edge so that my head was to the end of the bed. This visitor then took an object he had been holding and held it over my forehead. It slipped from his hand and struck my forehead, bounced and fell to the floor. He bent over and picked it up, and placed it on my forehead. He pressed something on it, it hummed lightly. He then took it from my head and I raised up and went back to bed.

When I awoke it took a while for my head to clear. Sunlight danced off the far wall. The fog in my head flowed by my eyes making thoughts awkward. It took its time clearing. Then there was a voice. "How do you feel?" "Fine, I think, who are you?" "We came last night." "Oh, I remember, What d'you do to me?" "We made adjustments. You were not prepared for the energy we sent through your body. We adjusted your brain tissue." "Will we meet you today?" "If you wish, but you must follow your instincts." "Where do we go?" "Steve will know the place."

They were gone.

Steve turned over, stretched and said "Good Morning." He gave me a sleepy smile. After we had dressed we scanned a map of Atlanta to decide the action of the day. Steve wanted to take us to Stone Mountain, so that would be first. Steve had an interest in checking out Lake Lanier, and like any good hunch you follow it. We then planned to take a trip to Lake Lanier. But first it would be breakfast.

Getting dressed I noticed a scratch on my forehead. I thought to myself. "No, it wasn't a dream."

We ate breakfast at Shoney's down the street from Steve's, they have a nice breakfast bar. At breakfast I told Steve and Phil of the last night and that the conversation with our friends. Where we would meet them was unclear, but we decided to wait until the time seemed appropriate. We took with us some gear we might need for semi-camping. We took my truck which proved cramped for Steve who rode in the cab behind the main seats, but we had my extra gear in the back. I had packed a tent, tarp, rope, and sleeping bag. Those things along with a few other supplies would tide us over if we decided to spend the night in the woods.

Stone mountain is breath taking, and until you are there you cannot get a picture of the size of this stone. It is a single bolder set into the middle of a plain. Noting that Atlanta is low rolling hills, once on top of Stone Mountain you are clearly aware that there is nothing even close to it's size for 60 to 70 miles. On the side of the rock is a carving of three famous southern civil war hero's. At night they perform a laser light show on the side of the mountain. Steve said that the show is very impressive. The carving is three football fields long, but on the rock it would appear to be the size of a postage stamp. It strikes me sad somehow, for this stone to be defaced as it is, but these are times of little caring for that which is of nature.

We found a place to park. "Better take a jacket with you, it is at least 10 to 15 degrees cooler on top.", said Steve, " and windy. I think that we should ride up, and then walk down, you can walk up but it is about a mile and a half as well as a half mile up."

That was fine with both Phil and I. The ride up was on a cable car and it was spectacular. I have always been affected by heights, seeing a great distance. It invokes something very powerful in me. Instead of feeling very small and insignificant, I feel powerful and and apart of everything. I expand my consciousness to include all I see, it is like rising above the monotony and detail of life.

One day I should like to live on a mountain. It was colder and windy. Not a thing stood so tall from the ground except the buildings of Atlanta for near to 60 miles around. It was a cloudless clear blue sky. Brilliant sunlight, effervescent green of spring all around. Had there not been the traditional babble of tourist types, it would have been positively spiritual.

We looked for a place to sit and meditate and we found a place off to the side, and somewhat out of the wind. Steve said that there were all kinds of geological theories for this rock but the only explanation that suited him was that it was placed here. Phil and I agreed. We knew internally that this was true, this rock was not indigenous to this area.

In meditation we journeyed down inside the rock, and within we found something we did not expect. Within this mountain was a race of beings from another world. This stone was placed here to cover a great star base. One of many on this planet. We were met and given a short tour of the complex, but most of all there was the exchange of something unspoken. We were thanked for what we do.

I opened my eyes, there were a few small pines clustered nearby on this bald mountain top. The sun was brilliant and the wind sharp. I looked at Phil and Steve, we were all somewhat amazed. Who would have thought...

We had often done meditation and meditative travel/projection and we all stayed together. It was a matter of fact to us that we all saw the same thing. We were together.

These beings were of a different race than we have had contact with, and we were somewhat shocked to find them here. We sat there for a while and talked of what we saw and the implications of this discovery. This is the same type of contact we have always had with these friends of the earth. What we were doing here was unknown, that is to say sometimes we don't always understand the purposes for the tasks we are put to.

We rose and started on our way down the mountain. This rock has been so abused by tourists, and tourist types are so crude. We started on our way down from the top of the rock, Phil stopped and said, "We haven't spoken with the spirit of the Mountain, he has called.", We found a small clump of trees and sat down to meditate again. This spirit was venerable and old, frail but powerful. Much of what we saw, was different for each of us, but the feelings of power were undeniable. This one expressed a great love for us, he asked us to hurry, begging us to complete our task. He did not ask us to hurry in terms of speeding things up, but to hurry as in keeping steadfast in our purpose and task. All of this was on a non-spoken level, we felt more than we heard his words and feelings. Each of us felt and interpreted a different vision with the same meaning.

This was perhaps the most emotional moment of the entire trip. What was perplexing and unexplained, was that Phil was addressed as Father, and I as Master, even though we felt beneath the power of this spirit, he seemed to place himself below us in stature, and shared a reverence towards us.

Climbing down this rock was long and the day was getting hot. It took about an hour I would guess, to walk down and around the mountain. It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the friendship and the walk. Teenagers took the opportunity to cruise the area in their cars, loud music, loud cars, etc.

4.

Lake Lanier

We made our way away from the mountain and the growing crowds and headed up the interstate towards Lake Lanier. Lake Lamer is a lake created along a river and extends some twenty miles. There is an island that extends through the middle of the lake some ten of those twenty miles. We did not know, but hoped that at this lake on some remote point we would meet our interstellar friends.

We got off the interstate and stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken for lunch. We got extra for a supper out in the park somewhere. I know that there was much conversation here, but it escapes me. I remember sitting at the table waiting for Steve and Phil to bring the food. We left the KFC and went to get some drinks and ice for the cooler for our journey.

We went for the islands and found the entrance to the park. There was a welcoming center and we found a map of the area as well as an activities list and costs for camping, boat rental, etc. It came to Phil that we should rent a boat and find an Island. Boat rental was $40.00 which definitely made me shy away from this form of adventure. Money was not a commodity we had much of. We drove into and found the area where the boats were at, but could not locate, even with help, the office where we were to rent the boat. We walked down to the dock and talked to several people. It was getting to be about 5:00 o'clock and the rental shack was to close then.

We hurriedly found the office and rented the boat. We rented a 16ft fishing boat, with a twenty five horse motor. We went searching for the Island.

I took my survival knife with compass, the tent, a tarp, cooler, and food. We must have looked an interesting site. Three guys without fishing gear going out on the lake. But it was fun.

Water rushed by as Steve drove the boat. Sunlight played on the water ripples, I reached over the side and let my fingers ride just under the water surface. Wind in our faces we rushed down the lake. We circled several islands nearby before heading north and finding one that had some remote areas. It was Sunday night and there were many people who took boats to the islands to party and cook out. I tried to keep my bearing and our approximate location on the lake, because if we did not spend the night on the island, we would have to try to find our way back in the dark.

We finally found the island and searched it. We found some boats anchored but they were not close. As we spotted one boat I was amused to sight a man's bare bottom as he bent over picking up something in his boat. It was pretty funny and I would have given a lot to have had a pellet gun that moment. He was in the process of leaving and soon started his boat and left. We searched for a suitable spot on the island for a craft to land and we found one. After scouting out the island and finding a spot suitable with an open area nearby, we walked back to the boat and moved it to a cove that was closer to the spot we had found to camp. There was a great deal of wind there and as we attempted to set up the tent the wind continued to blow it down. Sand is no place to set tent pegs in a heavy wind. We staked the tent pegs down with rocks and opened the tent flaps. The wind inflated the tent like a ball and we then had little trouble setting up the poles. We collected wood for a fire, started it and sat down to eat. Now all to do was wait for darkness and the coming.

5.

The Silence

It was dusk and the sun was beginning to disappear, twilight was turning to darkness, and the sky lit up with stars. Water lapsed against the shore and a log laying half in and half out of the water. I will state again that the colors of the spring, the empty blue of the sky, and bright sun was wonderful, and this night the sky was crystal clear and full of stars. The temperature was wonderful, but this night the wind put a slight chill in the air.

Suddenly the wind died, it was quiet.. deafly quiet...

Suddenly we all became aware of a light moving in the sky a above us, it was a pinpoint of light not unlike a star, but there was something about it. It stopped directly over us, and all three of us were in suspense, none of us breathing.

It was so quiet it was deafening, you know that quiet that leaves you wondering if you have lost your hearing? We had to wait for something to make a sound to know that it was that quiet. That pinpoint of light was there. Not moving, yet something.... We were frozen in time and space. That light stayed there, but it was moving closer to us.

Suddenly and without warning, there were waves now crashing on the beach, the water that was suddenly glass was now alive again, and then it went back to glass.

We had looked away from that light to the lake shore. Phil finally spoke and said, "I just asked them for a sign, and I would guess that was it."

We looked back to the light and it started to move again and moved off to the horizon out of sight. Steve said, "They are in the lake". We all sensed the same thing. Instead of coming out of the sky, they were going to rise from the water, in the cove we had selected. It was perfect. We were nervous and impatient, on the edge of something we all never really thought would happen. And it was almost here. Suddenly we became relaxed as if something or someone was pulling the strings of our emotions. It was darkening, and the twilight of the evening vanished.

We sat down in a circle ....and lost consciousness. Neatly folding over onto the ground.

A huge ship moved over the island above us, slowly. Three creatures walked slowly and deliberately over the hill behind where we had camped on this island. Walking down to where we were around our little campfire.

The three of us helplessly laying there.

A clap of Thunder and that ship shuddered. The three creatures suddenly looked around, panicked, and they vaporized all together. That huge ship above us shuddered again and shot off to the horizon in a streak.

Groggily, slowly we regained consciousness, but not fully aware that we had been out. We had started to meditate when we sat down and we sat up and came out of our sleep feeling like we were simply coming out of a meditation.

We began to wonder where they were, there was an emptiness we could no longer communicate with them. We each got up and started walking around. We felt alone.

Steve walked out to the point of the cove on the left. He was there for 15 minutes or more and before he returned the wind started again. Steve returned and said, "They're gone." They lake was quiet, there was a wind and we were getting cold. The fire we started helped. Trying to get a hold on what happened allowed us to vent some of our tension, and we got pretty silly. We got on our knees and played our belly's like drums. We were not drunk, we did little of that and brought none with us, we are just allowed to be silly once in a while.

It was nervous energy and adrenalin, it was not being quite conscious of what happened and party sure. After we had had enough of this stuff we decided to get serious and meditate. Meditating Steve related his vision. "There was a gold ball/ disk that rose from the lake and it had a sun in the middle. Three beams of light emanated from the disk and struck each of us. Three swords were given to him." I could not imagine then what three swords given to me meant at all.

We wandered the edge of the beach, simply killing time. Not knowing what to do next and not sure of the meaning of the vision.

Phil cried out," My God!!

Did you see that?"

I said, "What!".

Steve replied, "yes, the light?"

I said, "What!".

Phil, "Yes, what do you think it was."

I said, "What!!".

Steve said, "It must have been a ship;".

I said, "What! What did you see!!".

Finally Phil responded, "There was a brilliant yellow light that moved low along the horizon, and a sudden brilliant flash and the light dropped in an unnatural arc."

We were suddenly overcome with a strange sense of loneliness. To find some answers, we meditated yet one more time. This time we held hands feeling the need to connect more closely, and use our power in a more concentrated manner. We traveled to Big Sur and the Star base there, Steve saw construction, and I saw a ship in flames. Phil felt that it was time to leave. A sense of resignation came over us. And we felt that our fears were realized. There is a darker side of the world that did not want this to happen, and the darker side of the other world wanted this meeting not to happen. They attacked them and destroyed their ship. Though there was much damage and the ship that could have come to us was damaged, no one died.

I sensed that there was another ship, but to come it would have to be protected and the dark side would have to be bound against interfering. It would take all that we could generate together to do this. Steve really wanted them to come. They had promised for so long and they never came. We had to try. To wait would mean a wait of an indeterminable time.

Again we sat in the triangle,and sent the energy .After a period of waiting where the night closed in on us, and the loneliness increased. I was impressed to leave, and this echoing Phil's feeling made the decision.

We took down the tent packed the supplies we brought and broke up the fire. As we packed up, we started feeling a sense of urgency and starting to get anxious. We couldn't get the boat free somehow in the waves it had become tangled on a log. It was clear by the feeling in the air that they did not want us to leave. And the darkness crowded us. It would have been easy to panic, to fear, but we had too much resolve. We worked the boat free and set out across the lake. It was a most interesting journey.

The constellation of the Dragon held itself in the sky. Phil became overwhelmed with the feeling that we had to make land before the constellation set. We were a bit panicked at this point.

Loading up the boat and casting off Steve got the motor started. He turned the boat and headed it out towards the end of the cove into open water. We watched the Dragon in the sky.

As we headed out into the lake and turned south we watched the parties on the way. We flew across the lake without running lights. We watched for other boats which would not be able to see us. There was a hotel lit up with lights that was most beautiful.

I surveyed the water as we passed by other islands to our left, keeping an eye out for other boats. Some cold feeling crept up my back. I watched the water wave up from our bow as we cut through the water. The parties and shore were to our right as we glided on south. Looking to the water back on the left, slowly a realization came into my mind. There were lights reflecting off of the surface, but these lights were not reflections. They were under the water. And they kept pace with us under the water. Looking much like a reflection might.

Cold chills shot through me and I glanced up to the see the Dragon setting. Looking around at Phil, he watched only the constellation. Steve he only watched the lake ahead, watching for other boats. I looked back to my left to where the lights followed us. They were still there, only this time I could see that the lake water swelled around those lights. Perhaps 50 feet long, barely ahead of us, and mostly beside and behind.

I looked again back at Phil and Steve, and they did not see, and my mind debated mentioning it. Steve's attention needed to stay on the course we traveled. Looking back at the lights they began to pull away to the left.

Steve said, “Isn't that our cove?”

Phil said in a quiet but relieved voice, “Yes.”

Looking back to our left I could barely make out the lights and the swell. And I took a deep and relieved breath. Finally we came into the cove where we rented the boat. We docked, got our stuff out, and found the dock completely deserted. We looked for the place to drop our key, and I found it. Phil almost put it in but waited and walked back. Then we saw the security guard.

He asked politely what we were doing as he kept his hand on his gun. We explained and then dropped the key. We picked up our stuff and began to make our way off the dock.

The guard asked, "Did you catch anything?"

I replied "No"

Steve said "Yes"

And the Guard said, "Whatever."

I simply could not believe Steve, I looked at him and laughed. Steve thought the guard had asked if we had gotten everything. No doubt about what was on the guards mind. This was one of the times we were not in sync with each other.

We finished the long walk to the Truck and Phil decided he needed to relive himself and began to do so at the back of the truck. Just as the security guard drove his car towards us in the parking lot. I knew we would be arrested because Phil couldn't hold it.

But the car drove on by.

As we drove back we had some time to reflect on what had happened. When we arrived on the island we should have set up and meditated and presented a barrier of light to keep out the dark. We should have prepared the island for their visit, as they are very sensitive to this spiritual energy . This is a mistake we vowed to not make again.

6.

The Night of Reflection.

Well it was bound to happen. We felt that the mission we had come for, had passed and failed. We needed to get rid of the tension in our systems so we did the less than spiritual thing. We watched some raunchy movies. Drank too much and didn't talk seriously. It was sort of a bachelor party with the same feeling resignation, but no real purpose. Feeling disappointed we did not feel very spiritual.

After we had wound down we went to bed. Slept late and awoke at 10:30am. We made the trek into Atlanta and went to a very nice bookstore called the Sphinx. I bought a tape there, "Lazarus remembers Lemuria". This tune ended up being a tune of memories of this trip. It even now brings vivid images to my mind. We bought each of us a post card with three figures against the background of space, titled "Three Travelers". It was appropriate. It was us.

We ate lunch at the Morrison Cafe, then took the MARTA to downtown Atlanta. It was our time to be tourists. Along the way we had to traverse an escalator that was the longest I have ever seen. It was about 4 stories tall. It was incredible. Phil felt the effects of the night before and had a pain in his back. He felt drugged and going down the escalator was very difficult for him. It was OK, but there was a lacking and we stayed not long. Before we returned on the Marta we stopped at Charlie and Barney's and had a beer. We then returned and found a wonderful bookstore called the OXFORD to shop in. This store had an abundance of used books a wonderful place. I bought several Frank Herbert books at a particularly attractive price of less than ten dollars. By this time my funds were well depleted and I had to charge the ten dollars.

There was an expensive restaurant near the bookstore and we voted on eating there. I was out voted. I knew we didn't have the money, but Steve and Phil both wanted to indulge. The bill was $107.33 and definitely fine meal, but for me not worth it. We left after some two and a half hours there and went to the drug store nearby. We bought cigars and smoked them on the drive back to Steve's. This was a highlight.

7.

The Leaving

We got up and went to Shoney's for breakfast. Steve had to work today. We said our goodbye's and wondered when we might find each other again. It was a sad time for us all. Five years had passed but it was as if we were all together again.

We left Steve at 8:00 and headed up the road. This promised to be a particularly depressing drive home except for the camaraderie we experienced. Phil and I got on the road and fought the insane traffic of Atlanta yet again. We traveled up the road and began to loose ourselves in the trip knowing we had more than 10 hours to go.

Suddenly, everything was suddenly on this trip, Phil saw a sign which read Etowah Indian mounds this exit. It was right now this exit. I swerved off the road around a Semi and took the exit. Phil nearly jumped our of his skin. Both disbelief and fear I think. This was so out of character for me that Phil couldn't believe I would take the time to detour. My mind set is usually start, get there, leave, return. No stops, no detours or the like.

The trek to the mounds was around and through a small town. We arrived to find the place closed and a sign saying that they opened at 8:30, it was 8:15. Phil did not think I would wait the sign also pointed out that trespassers would be butchered. Phil couldn't wait so he walks up to the place and knocks on the door of the building wanting special permission to walk out to the mounds. There is a dog barking and one answered the door and nearly bit his head off. Well he got the point and we decided to drive back to town, buy gas, ice, and some food. We we passed a police car and Phil nearly jumped out of his skin, fearing that the lady at the mounds had called the police. She didn't.

What Phil did not tell me till later was that he saw a black figure up on the largest mound. I did not see it but it beckoned to him. He thought I saw it as well. We returned about 8:40 and paid our money. Before anyone else went out to the mounds, or the tours started we journeyed out to them ourselves. Phil continued to see the black figure beckoning him.

We climbed the largest to the top, and Phil was amazed to find the figure was not there. As we stepped off of the wooden steps and onto the earth there was a rush of power. There was an eerie feeling, this was a star base, draconian. We sat to meditate. We entered the mound. This mound held restoring energy. All the pain we had, all the depletion of power from the battle with the dark, was restored to us this moment. We also realized that we needed to return here on our next trip. We went to the smallest mound which we discovered was covered with red earth. This mound held a vitalizing energy and was almost too much for us. Our feet began to burn. So we left. The middle mound held a draining power so we did not visit it. This day, the sun, and the colors of the valley were tremendous. Iridescent greens, deep blues, and fluffy white clouds.

Time beckoned and we needed to move on. As we drove away from the mounds Phil's pain returned. By 2:30 we stopped at Nashville for lunch and gas. Shortly after, we found the traffic was backed up on the interstate, and by the radio reports for some 5 miles. We decided to get off the interstate and explored the beautiful country side of Tennessee. We were in the wrong lane on the interstate and would have stayed there but for a lady next to us asking us if we wished to get off here. We did. With the stop at the Etowah Mounds and the side trip through Tennessee our return trip took four hours longer than the trip down.

The clouds returned as we drove north. When we arrived back home the rain began to fall.

8.

Afterthoughts

The meeting at the Star base under Stone Mountain, and the meeting with the spirit of the mountain were the reasons for the trip. No mater that it was a setup, an attempt by competing forces to battle for our attention and perhaps our earthly lives.

At that time we thought that the dark force was the side threatening us, in reality it was the darker side that was represented by the Dragon and the constellation of Draconis watching over us. They were keeping the creatures of the white light away from us and thus protecting us. They also made us uncomfortable enough to leave that island before those creatures of light could send another ship.

They preyed upon our desire to waken the talents and powers we knew we were capable of. We wanted to get away from the pressures of this world, wanted to see space, get some sense and feeling of peace that we had felt before taking these earthly forms. They used these deep seeded desires to try to manipulate us.

Our stop at the Etowah Indiana mounds restored strength and confidence in us and without revealing it to us, the dark ones of the dragon had yet again protected us.