"Barbara you echo the tranquil beauty of Nature
more spectacularly beloved
than any creature in God's creation."
"Actually, I think most of
God's creatures are far cuter than I. But thank you.
What has caused you to wax romantic?"
"The Light that does not struggle with itself, in
you my beloved," Ray says
"Thank You, I love you too," Barbara replies.
A thick and powerful etheric aura radiates from
and Barbara hundreds of feet outwards. This field is
detected by the sensitive creatures surrounding them.
As the couple hugs the environment
seems to calm & slow down.
crickets (heard as a symphony of angels when sped up
via your tape recorder -- would rival any religious opera)
in unison they
too become silent.
Eventually creatures come out of their hiding
places. Stars uncountable and bright shine in the midnight blue
sky of February 2009. The Granite rocks and the
heavens seem to commune. Dozens of shooting stars
make one imagine the universe is thinking and the stars are
God's physical brain cells.
Insects, birds, lizards and fish & mammals indicate
the possible life forms on other planets and here.
Pelicans & seagulls fly and dive for food. A red hawk
looms. It seems to stop midair. But hovers and glides.
A startled deer jumps back through the woods. It
stops, waits, looks, listens, senses. Its fear gone, it feeds.
Cumulous clouds form and dissolve. The red sun rises
and its glow penetrates the skin and brow of Ray and
Barbara. Again there is silence.
Now it is Noon, everything is fully awake, alive.
The surf, fresh and breathable, crashes rhythmically
against the mountain cliff splashing cold water which becomes
gliding upward and outward over the ocean upon the gentle breeze
then forming unique
ever changing patterns in the air.
The ocean heaves like infinitely huge lungs breathing in and out.
Waves crash relentlessly upon the sandy shore. Each
step a natural foot massage. Ray and Barbara are
walking barefoot naked and unashamed in their back
yard. Soon they will run 60 miles for fun (as the Esselen
Indians did before them--with whom they once traded).
Sunlight dances in circles upon the water. Waves return
to their oneness with the ocean.
Now the sun sets, again it is Red. They take the
energy into their eyes (the only time it is OK to look at
the sun directly is at sunrise and sunset--when the sun is the
reddest and is
actually below the horizon) for natural
Awake and alive their bliss is squared by their
presence in God's perfect creation--they feel one with all
minerals, plants, animals, humans and the Kingdom of
Conscious Souls. Their relaxation is immeasurably deep
and quite needed for the job they know they must soon
Minutes later a helicopter looms above the horizon,
the glow of the sunset is the gamut of color from yellow
orange to red purple and light blue to indigo. An
overwhelming sound of Om fills the ears and vibrates
body. Birds scatter and butterflies die in the propellers.
As the machine draws closer and lands its Tao too
must be discovered.
Ray and Barbara close their eyes
and mentally merge with the vibration instead of
resisting it. Ray rises embracing what he knows he must
A tall thin man emerges from the heliocopter.
He carries a black leather
briefcase in his left hand. He
walks effortlessly as if there were no weight at all to the
briefcase and the contents.
Sporting dark sunglasses a good
tan and a perfectly tailored navy blue suit.
The sun is behind him and his features are difficult to
perceive, strange shadows on his face. But by his gait
Barbara recognizes him. Shiny gold ring on his left hand.
Short hair cut, standard CIA variety. This man is a
servant to all humanity. No prejudice or hate in his heart
at all. Also a love for creation. A glint of sunlight reflects
off the cold steel gun just under his coat. A weapon
carried for over 20 years but never used to kill.
Smiling widely Hawkmistress dances swiftly toward
this good looking guy. She jumps into his arms and
nearly knocks him over. He swings her around and
kisses her face gently. "Hi Sis," he whispers. "Hi yourself
big guy," she laughs joyfully.
"Barbara's never mentioned having a brother." Ray
retorts. The stranger bows before the couple, his hands
in prayer fashion acknowledging the holy nature of the
Self (Soul) within all men. Barbara and Ray return the gesture.
"We are from the same orphanage," Barbara replies.
"This is Ted, Ted K. Roberts," she says. "I love my big
Ted says: "We were adopted by Godfrey G. Stonewall
the Billionaire tycoon. It is he we must now embrace if we are to
save the environment and this
Ray responds: "You mean we are off to show your
father the error of his ways?"
"Why certainly," Ted returns--clowning like one of the three
"How can he seek profit
over the health of humans and others?," suddenly stern and serious.
The three enter the specially modified copter (has
wings, can land or hover anywhere) and are away. Stars.
The sun appears blue not yellow as had been thought.
Ray wonders where they really are. Hawkmistress sends
a whisper thought not to be alarmed. The atmosphere makes
the sun look yellow
by day. Ray's face betrays a slightly
disgruntled look. And he says: "Why the hell didn't any of our
Astronauts tell us that when they returned from space.
Ted declares: "Would that World Governments were
so open and honest with their people.
Governments rule through fear.
With money they claim there is a scarcity--
when, as we all know, the Earth is Infinite and there is no
such thing as scarcity.
(Except in the lower belief mind of
Agreement creates reality, you see. Money buys
Military and Police so the clever (but not good or better)
too often rule (as witnessed by the 1963 Kennedy Coup and Bush Coup of
Nov. 2000. Thank God he was removed from office
after he betrayed his own party and the Congress. This avoided
the end time he and his pseudo religious cronies try to create.
Even husbands and wives struggle for a
little control and power. What a cosmic joke."
Words from Ted rain jade. "Who watches the watcher, indeed!"
"Eventually everything will be revealed, this, and far
more. Much of humanity remains asleep. Who is ready
to accept the reality of all the life forms on planet Earth
let alone in outer space. Outer space is...alive.
It is coming.
Someday we as a race will grow in greater awareness.
Our consciousness will evolve fully. Rather, we will
remember what we are, already."
Ray sighs. Barbara kisses him and they fall asleep
leaning balanced one against the other in the jetcopter .
Stars and a crescent moon are seen outside their window.
A door thunders open somewhere in Philadelphia.
"Montauk project was around here somewhere," Barbara
mentions as she and Ray enter a plush office. A long long
table with ten people sitting. They all rise. A
nondescript ordinary looking man with a slight double chin is at
the end of the table. Removes his bifocals as he rises. His
chair slides back. Meager efforts at extinguishing his obnoxious
It's pungent scent stifling the ability to breath for all present.
Meager efforts at extinguishing it in an actual gold ashtray.
Some of the others at Godfey's table take a quick exit.
Hawkmistress in the garb of a beautiful 28 year
enters the room perfect as she is. Her
clothes are light and most sensual. The vibration changes--it deepens.
She looks 17 years old. Ray follows her into the room. Ted
leans against the large shiny metallic doors.
An elegant looking man dressed to a "T" begins to
walk forward. A thin smile creeps around the edges of his
lips as he approaches the two. Barbara says "Hi Dad I
need to talk with you. Do you have a minute."
"Yes, yes of course darling, it's so good to see you again!"
"Come in, come in. Come sit by me." He takes her hand
and she kisses his cheek.
Introductions are quickly gotten through with the
nine other people in the room.
"This is Ray, Ray this is my Dad Godfrey." Ray
cuts Barbara off: "Yes it is a pleasure to meet with you
again." She notices a Masonic handshake--but no one else
in the room perceives it. The two men laugh together for
a moment. "So good to see you again," Godfrey shines.
They sit together and discuss the most heinous crimes
of the various Nations of the world who put profit before
health & money before the value of a single human life.
Barbara, a sensitive, empath who feels the Death of
each creature on the planet implores her Dad to help
them stop other countries from strip mining old
growth and other
rain forests (which hurts everyone on the planet ecologically).
All this to raise Beef, to stop exporting cigarettes to other countries,
and to stop polluting for profit. She explains these profiteers don't
the Earth has its own automatic defense systems and will retaliate.
Then Man would have to come back in
a different form. Each form is a more difficult struggle.
Learn and change now.
Ted is listening via his earphone just outside the door.
Then there is an Earthquake which sounds like an
H-Bomb going off. Sounds like a Tidal Wave is
Hawkmistess jumps from out of her City clothing
walks to the window, huge wings emerge from her back.
The people in the room, joined by others from nearby
offices gasp in astonishment at this sight. They had
never seen such a thing before.
Suddenly she jumps out the window. People shriek.
But she flies. An aftershock rocks the building. Debris falls.
Hawkmistress and Ray send calming telepathic waves
of Love to Earth and all her inhabitants.
Godfrey says OK, OK I'll stop our Companies Industrial
waste in Mexico and China and elsewhere. I know money
is not true wealth, as you keep reminding me. What good
is pleasure without air to breath? Everyone wants fresh water.
All men are brothers and we need to care for everyone and help
everyone take care of themselves. Food should be free of
and growth hormones.
Godfrey Continues: Common sense and common
human decency will prevail in all I do, think or
he mutters softly his voice trailing off. "I
...will teach my employees to think for themselves."
Barbara, still hovering outside the window retorts:
"That might be harder than you think."
"I know that blast it," Godfrey grumbles agitatedly.
"That's why I'm hiring you to help run this show. I
realize no amount of money and power is ever enough.
Desires are endless. One always wants more.
True happiness can
be found only within ones own sacred Soul/Self.
I will start
by buying & repairing all the abandoned buildings for the homeless.
Will you stay?"
"That's a good start. We'll talk about it a bit later" she
says. "I'm always with you anyway--at some level. I'll
assist, if you really mean it." Godrey welcomes
Hawkmistress back as she enters through the window.
Winds grow smaller and disappear. They embrace.
Godfrey whispers: "I do."
Ted says: "Good because I
have all this on tape." Those not in shock giggle.
Hawkmistress says "thanks Dad. Love You."
Ted says: "You promise to close most Nuclear Power
Plants and won't allow more to open?" "Yes." "And
you'll close Plants that you own which pollute." "Yes if
they don't listen to me I'll shut them down for good." Ray
jumps in "will you provide jobs for each and every one
displaced by technology?" "Yes, and create more."
"Giant Hospitals feed on too much electricity spawning
Nuclear Power Plants and by trying to keep people alive who want to
depart the rest of us are endangered. "They who
would save their own lives will lose them."
Hospitals are not healing centers. They are money
making machines, like Insurance Companies." "That's
says. " But true," Ray retorts. "Keeping
people alive through technology is not quality of life."
Godfrey says "Yet you are pro-life."
"I see no
contradiction between being pro-choice and pro-life.
They are not mutually exclusive. "I use to be pro-
abortion as a way to deal with over population. But since
reincarnation is real that was a foolish choice (once
human you only reincarnate as human). I struggled
twice to get into this body this lifetime. Legal and safe
and allow for free choice and free will and non reactivity. All this is
if we want life to continue on Earth."
("Why, because fascism is a worse death."
Hawkmistress answers her Dad's unspoken thought.)
People need to be brought into this world consciously, not by accident.
appears we have a long way to go as human beings--much to relearn
and remember and
But five years is like 200 years these days. How can
humanity keep up with technology?" Ted wonders.
"Meditation," is the key. And I don't mean virtual
Meditation. You must do it yourself. And in groups!
Stay away from "New Age" glamour and look hard until
you find a path that works for you and then stay with it."
Tears of repentance suddenly overtake Godfrey and
the reporters and staff & businessmen milling about in
Hawkmistress projects a gentle
thought from Desiderata heard only by
Soul searchers (seekers of enlightenment for themselves and
(offered but never forced) to others):
"You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees &
the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or
not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding
as it should. Therefore be at peace with God"
and thus with your Soul.
The sobs are healing. A small child
walks up to Godfrey and looks up into his eyes (the
windows to the Soul) and smiles. Godfrey leans over as
she tugs at his pocket and she kisses him on the cheek
he grabs her in a bear hug. Reporters are crying freely,
releasing years of stress. Cameras on. Souls more in
charge now, personas relaxed. Energy flowing smoothly,
gently; blockages of communication and past hurts
dissolved. Light and love breaking through.
Ray and Barbara are still in telepathic rapport. She is
sending waves of love to all affected by the wake up call
Quake. Not a single life is lost. Her command to all is
"Fear Not." And it connects to the psyche
of all those
receptive enough to receive Love and send it back out
again and to generate friction free light
and share it unconditionally will all humanity and all the kingdoms of
Soon the crisis is over for now. Somewhere in the
world an innocent person is hurt or incarcerated
mistakenly. Hawkmistress is there like a Ghostly Specter
to insure swift Justice. First she and Ray heal the Heart
and Soul and then administer physical healing, if still