Gaia Speaks

By Courtlandt Jennings

Looking for some new age joke material...?

 

How about an adventure with multiple generations having their own experience?

in multiple dimensions...

 

This book explores the potential for planet Earth to be a living sentient being named Gaia, and does she have something cued up for us!

 

You'll get to know some funny and eccentric characters who are all realizing simultaneously the planet might just be more than meets the eye. It's deep but whimsical and a fun read for the weary traveler. Climb aboard and take a ride on the great space coaster!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gaia Mandala Press
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735671420

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Courtlandt Ross Jennings

Gaia Speaks

First published by Gaia Mandala Press 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Courtlandt Ross Jennings

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Dedicated to:

Gaia

Who in her timeless wisdom and

wellspring of patience

has made the ultimate

Bodhisattva’s vow

Thank You

and to all of us incarnates,

who have heard her call

and made a leap of faith

in this life that seems

out of step

with space

and to Trevor Earl Watson,

who died wanting to live

before he could fully share

what he had to give

he would have loved this story

and sadly he never did

an inspiration to all who knew him

loved him

Thank you for being a friend…

Nothing can be changed except ourselves !

Jesse Michaels- Operation Ivy

Contents

Preface

Acknowledgement

Introduction

1. Gaia Sings a Solar Song

2. One Day on a Hill

3. Es and Judy : Part 1

4. Two Friends Sit and Meditate

5. Jimmy Jose and Monoke

6. Jimmy Jose and Monoke : Part two

7. Ranger Mission 1

8. Ryder Town : Part One

9. Cheryl and Her Man

10. Jim visits Grandma Town

11. Sasha

12. Jimmy Jose and Monoke talk poetry

13. Ryder Town : Part Three

14. Ryder Town : Part Four

15. Es Finds Herself…

16. Es and Judy : Part Two

17. Jose, Jimmy and Monoke Go for a Hike

18. Big Bowl of Noodles

19. Ranger Mission 2

20. Shelby

21. Ryder town : Part Five

22. Shelby and Her Magic Broom

23. Monoke Jose and Jimmy have lunch again

24. Ranger Mission 3

25. Es and Judy : Part Three

26. The Event

27. Afterward

Preface

In early spring of 2017, after a couple years of personal development work and deep self inquiry, I initiated a fast from all media aside from music and books that lasted a few years, till the pandemic really. No movies, or newspapers, or magazines, or blogs, or social media, or news, or even glancing at headlines. When friends brought up current events I changed the subject or walked away, explaining my situation. During the first year of it, I traveled for work a bunch, with some long driving times alone with my pondering imagination. I hiked and camped, slept, socialized… I basically lived my normal life just completely immersed in my imagination and free from the sordid story of modern humanity. Many small visions I had been receiving over the course of my life developed more thoroughly and wove together into a complete vision over a few weeks in the late summer of 2017, and a few weeks later I received a firm kick in the pants from Spirit to write this book, and share the vision. I was at first sort of shocked by the clear instruction and the importance of it, and the lack of choice I seemed to have in doing so. I was still reeling from the vision itself at first, dangling between two worlds, but once I embraced it; the story, characters, and vision it describes took over. I was engrossed with the project with much of my free time, in seasonal phases, over two and a half years. It was completed by late fall of 2019 and edited over that winter and part of 2020 and published on Autumnal Equinox 2020, per my inner instructions. This is my first novel. I wrote it free style with no assistance from writing programs or editors along the way, or even a thesaurus. I didn’t even have a beta reader. I did the copy edit, proof read, and final edit myself. My apologies for any typos or faux pas you find in these pages. It has been immensely pleasurable to craft this vision into a novel and learn some tidbits about publishing.

I look forward to more if the story has legs.

Thanks for reading it. Aloha : )

Acknowledgement

I would like to thank my friends and family for being part of my life, from when i was born into this life, all the way to now. If not for the love I can freely give and receive with family and friends; and the extended community of souls I have been part of for 20 plus years in Southern Oregon and beyond, and some really great people who have worked for me over the past ten years, this book would not exist, and honestly, I might not either. So thanks to all of you, it is by that grace I can share this story, and by that grace the story lives.

Introduction

The Tao by any name, is not the eternal Tao. There are mysteries we cannot name or capture in any complete way. Like trying to capture the taste of rain water collected in a rose, words can only outline a rough shape of the experience. We can observe and experience some of these mysteries directly in ourselves, as they are real in that direct and immediate way, and we can blather on about those experiences, but we are not actually articulating them perfectly, because they are beyond description, beyond words.

Science, mathematics, history, and the dynamics of our life on Earth, what, who, when, where, why, and how circumstances have happened to make the world such a mess, while a mystery to some, can likely all be disclosed and shared, as it is just a series of facts and observations, evidence if you will. The same can be said of many sciences and physical dynamics impacting so called physical reality in general. Those answers, how ever real and proven they may be, are just the surface of the story and don’t hold a candle to what else may be going on in the universe, and the true nature of reality. My life has been committed to both realms of curiosity, that which we can observe externally, and the world beyond external observation, of which we can only speculate and philosophize or experience internally, and along with them, my favorite mental playground, the world of fantasy and imagination, that is neither and both.

Would you like to help shape a universe with more love and reverence and appreciation for everyone, everything, every nook of life everywhere?

Do you think maybe that is part of your mission in this life, to expand reverence and appreciation?

Do you long for a better world? A new story for humanity with magic and fantasy playing out in our every day lives? A world that is safe for souls to incarnate free of tyranny and domination and abusive social dynamics?

Do you think it’s possible that to effectively manifest success in this mission we have to approach our experience and perceptions differently than how we may have been raised and taught, go beyond where and how we have gotten ourselves thus far?

Do you think it’s possible there is way more going on you cannot currently observe, a much larger and more nuanced and largely invisible reality we are missing? One that includes a living universe that is learning and adapting; a benevolent creator who is the grand observer within us all. Likely one who has many options to move creation in ways beyond our reckoning. How about alternate timelines to what you are witnessing; and alternate options and trajectories of experience that veer off here and there like forks in the road, but maybe not everyone can make the turn off, because they don’t see them, or stay open to them, or fully agree and want to be part of them?

What if accepting such expanded parameters of life is your ticket into experiencing the full reality this universe offers us?

Maybe unless you train your self to live in an expanded perceptual frame work, and accept as real without any proof- that the universe IS a massive spiritual experience playing out into our perceived physical existence in this realm- you will be stuck in this current realm of human misery and mass biological perception, the one you keep agreeing to but don’t necessarily want. The one many years of riding carefully crafted mass perceptions keeps you locked into?

The same one that appears to be hurtling towards a dystopic future of trans-humanism, corporate imperialism, technocracy, fascism, slavery, and continued trauma or stress for so many. It doesn’t look good if you tease out the near future from what we are seeing right now. If you could choose some fantastic, magical, and spiritual existence that is free of most all the bad actors and unseen influences projecting dystopia into a shared future, would you choose it, and leave all this behind?

Would you do so with no guarantee of things working out?

If you could be either of the following, what would you choose?

A strictly biological chemical entity with a brain and some electricity that runs out when we die, no soul, no magic, no spirit, no karma… at the whim of the modern human timeline you see before you…

Or would you rather be a soul spark; a divine emanation dancing through vibratory matter, continuously expressing into this experience and this life as the holy spirit, expanding perceptions and subtle observation in a virtual bath of possibilities on your earth walk incarnation, all while enjoying your biological earth suit body to its fullest potential?

A spiritual being having a spiritual experience, while immersed in biological time machines we call body.

Which of those would you choose if you could choose?

Search your feelings, what is true for you?

Can you remain open to something with zero proof, or go further and totally believe it anyway, just to help see it happen with your mental manifestation powers?

If the answer to any of these questions, is yes, than this book is for you. If you’re a skeptic and need proof, or a full on doubter, or an atheist, different strokes for different folks, all good in the hood, you might still enjoy the story and be entertained by the banter, and maybe just reading it is enough to score a golden ticket into the next big leap for humanity.

A good hedge is better than nothing right.

The book is the telling of a potential timeline here on Earth, perhaps one that already veered off while we focused on this current misery. Maybe it is just the birth of a timeline, like a cosmic seed now mature and awaiting souls to incarnate into. A timeline that none of us can access from this incarnation but many will hear about and want for our next run. Or perhaps it is a timeline we keep coming back to and repeating, till we land the trick and ride away, and we still have the opportunity before us in this lifetime to manifest, if we want this vision to happen. It is also the telling of a potential path of collective evolution for all dimensional reality, one that gives souls a restful way station, and honors the many souls who have prepared lifetimes for this moment. Each lifetime being born with complete amnesia, and preparing themselves, learning, letting go, flexing their souls, cultivating essence, finding cosmic family, accepting and respecting the simple appreciation of existence and the joy that pairs with that appreciation, and of as a matter of course, the depth of a mystery we can only imagine.

Call it a New Earth training manual, a silly man’s fantasy, the culmination of 30 years in visionary imagination, a literary brain tuning ceremony, a signal flare for mission agents and sleeping souls, a wake up call for hu-manity… a ride on the great space coaster, with romance, poetry, and colorful options of what a positive force universe could give us when we give ourselves to it.

This is a story of how the great spirit, our creator, is attempting to help us all be free of organized malevolence, while shaping spaces for soul healing on many levels. Perhaps the Creator has set things in motion perfectly, and we are simply witnessing the timeline of choice for that awakening and deepening connection of Spirit’s highest vision to move creation in the direction of improving relations and salutations :)

Take it how you like to take it, neat or on the rocks. There is no PROOF to anything about the subtle realms within us, or the reality I am presenting. There’s no proof refuting it either. You can believe it, and begin orienting around the new perception, or not, or anywhere in between. Roll it around in your mind and allow its subtle effect to permeate your thoughts, slowly contemplating if you want to make this real, or let it roll right past you for a quick buzz as you continue hurling towards the dystopic cliff.

You can doubt it, heave physics or biology or engineering at it, pressure test it against your current perceptions and worldview, likely it will falter under your own scrutiny or that of various sciences, and other more en vogue perceptions and judgments, many of which are designed specifically to dis-empower you individually and collectively. That’s the point. The choice is yours and yours alone and always has been, really and truly, and nobody can make it for you, or take it from you.

Life is the ultimate choose your own adventure book. : )

Don’t be afraid to believe in something, especially something you want to see, no matter how fantastical or impossible it seems, because believing is your dreaming made strong.

Life is more than you can experience with your senses

The only constant is change…. May the force be with you!

1

Gaia Sings a Solar Song

Gaia feels her body floating freely in orbit around her closest star friend and is smiling to herself in gratitude. She feels her oceans sloshing around her surface, her tidal rhythm, her single moon pulling on her, her winds blowing across mountain passes and expansive steppes, blowing trillions upon trillions of grasses and leaves into dancing motions all over her body. A whale she connects with sings for her; a beautiful sound she relishes in often as whales are fully aware of her as a living sentient being so they give her songs with intention and appreciation. Then she connects to a raven preening its feathers on a gnarly old wind blown tree, then she connects to the tree it is perched on, and then she joins a gust of breeze as it blows through the tree and into a slot canyon where she follows it past the agelessly caressed canyon walls feeling herself undulate and eddy around the terrain, then she blows out into the atmosphere and disperses, and allows herself to feel all of it again, her entire body all as one. She loves oscillating between feeling individual moments and places in her body, and then all of herself. She plays this game all day, all year, eon after eon. She can be very specific, or have multiple foci, her entire body or anywhere within her body. She can tune into her creatures, have emotive connection to all or just one of them, she can tune into her elements, her building blocks, the molecular and cellular structures they manifest, and the elemental nano-beings that weave them into form. She is the master of her body and mind and has thus mastered how to connect, how to watch, how to change things, and how to enjoy them. She also sleeps, part of her anyway, and goes super deep into meditation and soul connection within herself.

Her body is a giant bio sphere spaceship and so full of life she is tickled by all of it, literally, if she wants to be, and tunes in with whatever she likes, how ever she likes, when ever she likes. Rain tickles her, wind tickles her, four legged hooves tickle her, fairies tickle her. She can see all around her body, and see her own body, though she has no eyes to see with, her inner vision is like technicolor and she can see through her own materials and the eyes of those she connects to, and though she has no eyes, she can also see out into space, both near and far. She is perfectly self aware, and yet deeply selfless and benevolent.

She shifts even more awareness back to being a planet, floating in space, her atmosphere like an outer layer of skin, porous yet protective, her whole body floating in the sea of cosmic rays and star light. She feels the rippling energy from the local star pushing against her with waves of photonic emanation, and yet pulling on her with its gravitational power, keeping her in orbit as she careens through space so fast she can feel it. She is tethered to the strong presence of her star, her biological life blood comes from its light and heat. Its gravity pulls at her body, as her orbital trajectory stays on course against its pull in a dance of perpetual elliptic motion. A perfectly balanced dance, the speed of her movement palpable every moment. She knows the star is what keeps her body here, keeps it orbiting and keeps it warm and lush, keeps it from flinging out into un tethered and cold existence without a solar system. She loves the feeling of warmth it gives her, and the way all its various fires touch her body, some of which give rise to her own protective magnetic layers. They are friends, her and her star, though of different natures as star and living planet, and thus relate in ways beyond human perception, beyond any perception other than their own. As the warmth and radiant energy pushes against her in real time, the solar wind, a star force made of many waves and particle emanations and fluctuations in magnetism, she continually flexes one of her outer body shells as a response to the near constant particle wind from the star. Without pushing against it, her surface would be decimated by its sheer power. It feels good to her, both the heat and light her star gives her, and the actual dynamic of her own inner energy pushing against the stars radiance. She uses this electromagnetic experience of her outer shell dancing and pushing against the force of the solar wind as a way to generate an outward voice, her cosmic body’s voice, and sends her songs etherically into space and out to fellow living planets like herself. They hear each others’ songs in their souls, like they have inner radios that tune into each other, and they sometimes sing together. Like great space whales, their songs are complex and tonal and reach great distances via the slip stream and their psychic connection to each other as powerful living planets with ancient souls.

One day, many thousands of years ago in our current count, Gaia is singing a mournful song as the solar wind is splashing into her. She is once again inhabited by pockets of souls who are being dominant and abusive, mongering fear and betraying the very gift of life, taking what is not theirs to take, colonizing peaceful tribes and generally making bad vibes where ever they incarnate. They don’t appreciate her at all, and are causing such un-needed suffering in her realm. Its not the first time for her. She sees their future in a lucid dream while she sings. It does not look good, and this gives her fear for her own precious body, as they are surely going to ruin her if they stay… but mostly she is concerned for the state of the universe as a whole, because she knows this kind of behavior is happening on many dimensional levels, and in many time streams, and in many galaxies and star systems. She knows the power structure of the manifested realms is going to shadow and her vision shows her more than she wants to see. She sings of this truth mournfully, moaning her vibrational atmospheric song to her sister planets and to who ever is listening locally on their cosmic channel.

She sings a song of longing for when the universe can have more love in it, more joy and compassion, and more reverence for the gift spirit gives with the gift of life and eternal spark and the simplicity of gratitude bouncing back and forth… the essence of what these new comers on her surface are missing, She sighs a little in her song and continues to sing, devotionally now, directly to spirit, asking for the light of love to gain ground in the universe and strengthen its influence. Her sister and brother planets all hear her song that moment. It gives them chills. It’s giving Gaia her own chills, full planet chills. They are all singing with her now, harmonizing their own versions of longing for a better universe, where they and all beings may be safe to love and appreciate the gift of life. Spirit I love you, thank you for this life Gaia thinks. She is enraptured by a deep sense of compassion for life in this moment, and sings of a better way to learn and live and how she would be so willing to help them learn, all these small souls, she could be a stable place for them to evolve, a safe haven of beauty and warmth, if she could just keep them on planet long enough without scratching the itch, or if she could protect them against the darker forces of evil that infiltrate her and manipulate the tiny souls for their own gain and infect their very consciousness. She sings of how the ripples of pain and dominance are felt through her terrestrial forces, carried on the wind, and in the rain. Gaia is sincere in her song, and it is beautiful to offer herself this way, as she is in a very tumultuous region of the universe with much corruption and indignities. She sings on and offers herself as a home for learning, I can be this place, i can give myself to this and allow them to stay, I can be a safe home for souls, for love, for light, for healthy evolution and amazingness.. oh how I want to be this place, this retreat for weary or curious souls, for healing, for magic, for fun, to help heal the sad darkness that is tearing through the universe by offering a place completely and utterly protected from it, where souls can strengthen and cultivate love and presence, power & presence & love they can bring back to the universe to heal more, to share and teach when they leave…I want to do this, I know it can work, oh spirit I love you, I love to love you, I love all sentient beings and feel your love and theirs… she is singing directly to spirit even more now, in earnest, fully immersed in devotion, her heart a blaze and her atmosphere crackling in the solar wind. The local star hears her and bellows some extra emanation towards her to increase the resistance she needs, increase the strength of her song. She sings wildly like the original people sing, around their big drums, like any devotee sings to god in deep surrender and passion. She is devoted and loves spirit, deeply appreciates and loves her source connection and her embodied existence as a living planet. All her planetary brethren are singing with her still and harmonizing their own feelings, just pure feeling, pure adoration for spirit and the appreciation for their role as homes for 3-D life and so much terrestrial beauty. It is truly a call to change, opening a wider and longer path for the universe and all the living planets feel it, feel her. They all sing feverishly, together, like a planetary pow wow song, they all shudder and crackle their atmospheres in tonal harmonies, their inhabitants can feel it, even on Gaia, especially on her, and especially amongst all the original people who at this point in time still cover most of her body, they are all feeling her deeply. The magnetic lights at both her poles are dancing so fiercely in song they can be seen all the way to her equator, the song goes on for days… She offers herself, she pleads with spirit to have more power, to be a better place for 3D experiences and learning, to be a safe and protected place, she sings into vision how it can be done, how it can work. All this energy, all this passion, for love and light and Gaia sings for a new time to dawn in the universe. She sings passionately for a couple spins of her axis, eventually going into a deep state of bliss and appreciation for her ability to sing and she goes super deep into meditation, her inner smile beaming with gratitude. Rainbows and almost un-believable terrestrial events on her surface accompany this depth of surrender and meditation. She is deep and she is sad for how things have gotten, where they may go, for the pain and suffering in such a benevolent universe, and she allows a rich river of feeling to freely course through her. Many new hot springs appeared during this moment and remained forever after as beacons and reminders to her original people.

Spirit hears her song, and feels the depth of her feelings, and considers the options….

I too am sick of the depravity and dominance incarnates show upon each other, in all the dimensions, and for what? Petty greed and control, more comfort than you need, obsessive hording of power rather than smelling star flowers, or the yet darker aspects twisting reality and trying to capture souls. Even the realm over lords have come to feuding and vying for more power, not all but many of them have become infected. How have souls become so sick they would actually act in such way that negatively impacts fellow souls, or perceive themselves as better than others and openly dominate them, and not just in 3-D realms of soul amnesia, but even higher realms with long incarnational cycles. They should know better, those who I have gifted such long life to.

Spirit ponders all the beauty of love that is still in the universe in this moment, this exhale, how much that love warms and enlivens its experience, the physical beauty as well, the living planets and their biological diversities and unique evolutions and their deep soulful compassion, the stars and star womb nebulae and all the inner light shows on the way to dimensional expression. So many souls sharing love and joy. Of course there is always some of the opposite in play, wonton greed and destruction, darkness, entropy, it is a necessary component to break things down and digest what is constantly growing and expanding, but so much darkness has multiplied, and into the all the dimensions and with such a mean streak to it, as though they feel emboldened. As though they have somehow forgotten my power to suck it all back in and begin again, every timeline, every speck of expression, like they can somehow control ultimate reality and avoid their fate. Are they calling my bluff? Are they testing me? I should just suck them all back in. Spirit ponders the effect of such an act. No, it’s too beautiful, there is so much beauty and so many memories now and there is so much love coming back to me I know its being shared. I cannot give up on this time space work and suck the whole of creation back into myself and start over right now. I mean I could, but consider what is lost, it is just too much to see gone forever. I love it dearly and it brings me such joy to reach out into the vast experiences, to see and feel what incarnates show me, and the higher selves, and the planetary incarnates, all their love is precious to me, and if I lost the biological super planets like Gaia and her friends and all the life on them, too great a loss. Gaia is so amazing, and so devoted and so beautiful, and she is so willing to give herself to help correct the soul sickness that seems to be slowly taking over creation and I do need something drastic, something new. Starting over again would not allow the lessons to happen as needed for so many sick souls, or for the next phase I want to see manifest in creation. My attempts thus far to get past this knot have been un successful, so many attempts spiraled into dead ends, though not for a lack of soul support. I suppose I would like to have a planet like her, that is a super power, leveled up and compassionate, that can really talk to me, that can be part of an inner team of very powerful incarnates who can help keep creation loving and reverent and caring. Perhaps eventually I can invite more of her biological planet kin to do a similar thing if I see results. Perhaps it is time to give the living planets complete and precise control over their realities, allow their deep sense of reverence and compassion to be wielded as a tool. What she has sang of is possible, I can grant the extra soul force she would need, and gather forces to protect her and build multiple containment spaces for soul improvement and soul correction beyond her body, for more of the hardened souls. I’m sure the higher selves would be happy if I did this, as well the slip stream forces I collaborate more directly with, yes many would look well upon this…. I have an option now that Gaia has offered herself freely and I trust her to remain true and honest and loving about how she handles her increased soul force and power. Likely she will sing ever more beautiful songs like this one and likely what she is posing will work to correct and heal corrupted souls without having to collapse all of creation and start over. I think this is good. There is no harm in trying anyway. The old soul super planets deserve a chance to rise and control their destiny. Rise of the planets, … power to the planets, the super planets…I like how that feels, and Gaia has offered herself freely and done so properly, so it will be.

Spirit soul whispers a response to Gaia’s very soft and vulnerable heart as she has been in a deep state for several of her axial spins now.

Spirit- Gaia can you hear me?

Gaia- Yes spirit, oh yes, so clearly. Have you heard my song dear love?

Spirit- I have, and thank you so much for being you, sister. I love you so much my friend. The song moved me in a beauty way I have not felt in many moments. I am granting you your wish to be a protected soul improvement space, and also giving you all the increased soul mass you will need to monitor and manifest such a vision and fully control and inhabit the outcomes and machinations of your incarnates, and protect you from unwanted intrusions or unwanted incarnates from any dimension or time.

Gaia- Is this new soul power mine to keep for as long as creation spins, and to build upon it as I wish?

Spirit- Yes Gaia, I trust you with this power and love you dearly and your beauty and compassion are some of the best in creation and your devotion and selflessness over the eons has been noted. You maybe don’t know but you are one of the oldest souls incarnated in 3rd dimension and your devotion to love and light is astounding, and so needed right now. Thank you friend.

Gaia- Oh spirit, thank you so much, that is a high compliment, to even hear from you so directly is a compliment, but to hear words of praise like these warms my sands and tickles my soul. Thank you Spirit. I am honored to be part of you, connected to you completely and forever and be part of this amazing creation you are constantly forming and all its time and space manifestations. My body is a gem of beauty and experience and I cherish it as much as my connection to you Spirit.

Spirit- You have earned my trust and you have posed a solution to a growing problem in manifested creation, something I have concern enough to take action on. I was considering burning it all down and sucking creation and part of the slip stream back into myself and starting over because the evil and sickness that is in the incarnated dimensional space can eventually bleed into the non dimensional space and that’s no fun. I don’t want to burn the inner world and dash the higher selves and monads into nothing so I needed something to keep them in play while still setting a course correction in manifested space time, and doing so with a bold move. I somehow missed the potential for souls like you and your super planet friends to be in your true power, to more precisely control your surface and fully give yourself to the soul improvement impulse and compassion you are coded with and now you have freely offered yourself for a new way forward. You offered a commitment and a sacrifice of some free will and terrestrial autonomy, and the equation of magic is balanced perfectly in your vow, not a surprise coming from you Gaia. It is time for the planets to rise, first you, then your friends. Your song, and the offer it carried came at just the right moment Gaia, thank you.

Gaia- Oh spirit, oh wow I am so humbled by this. I am honored to have even been in such soul alignment to give you a timely song and solution. Yes I like this plan better. I don’t want to cease existing, not yet anyway. I would like to continue existing as a planetary incarnate. My memory is so long and so beautiful, even with all the wreckage I have witnessed on my surface there is something so magical about my long memory, the various stars I have circled, and my friendships with other planets like me, and my soul longs to exist and continue deepening my connection to my higher self and to you and cultivating further in many ways. I would greatly miss myself and this life I have lived, though I suppose I would cease to be so would not miss anything but you get my drift.

Spirit- Yes Gaia, I get your drift. You are going to be given the new soul force at your next polar balance point, please keep me posted as to your execution plans and any other needs you may have. I saw your plan fully from the song and will work with celestial forces to build some other containment spaces for soul correction to house the truly depraved souls. I do not expect you to deal with every level of sickness on your surface for the long term. This will all take time Gaia, building out the infrastructure, connecting the alliances, and gathering the necessary amount of sick souls to your human population. You are brave to do this sister, and I honor you for the offer to give up your way as a fully free willed and wild planet. It will get really bad before we reach critical mass and can split up the populations, so for a time you will have many sick souls incarnated, and likely many horrible things will go down you will witness, much trauma and suffering and pain, and your terrain will be highly disrupted. You will not be able to shake them off en mass anymore either, or liberate individual souls, till the build out is complete and the project initiated. Measured in spins around your star it may be a few thousand to gather the necessary amount of sick souls and build out the other containment spaces based on what they create on you, but it may be longer. Are you sure you are ready for all this?

Gaia- Yes I am, I know all my genetics intimately and can easily re-manifest them when the rough stuff is over. I’ve curled up and leapt to planets in other star systems before. I can handle this. Nothing is ever lost. I am that I am. In return I ask of you enough extra soul force to really do this right. It will be important to compartmentalize if I am to do this in a good way, for myself and my original peoples. I will need ways to retreat away from the chaos that will come, to enjoy myself as just myself.

Spirit- So shall it be my friend. All that you asked for shall be yours, and more as you need, just ask and I will give. I have strong feelings this may work and keep me from having to collapse time and space and begin again. Thank you for your offer and the beautiful song. I love you dearly Gaia, always know that and feel it, your commitment to love and evolution and improving incarnated existence has moved me deeply. I wish you the best on this mission, and we can be in touch anytime you wish. I love hearing your atmospheric songs and hope you will continue them as inspiration arises. I am here as you, so it is as it will be. Spirit out.

Gaia- Thank you spirit, I love you too. Gaia out.

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One Day on a Hill

Esmeralda is sitting with her back against an old graceful oak tree over looking her valley and her town down in it, and the high crest of mountains beyond them, with its rich forest and rugged ridges. She loves this place. This valley, yes, and her town, and the terrain surrounding it, but this spot particularly, she loves very much. The tree is at the top of a hill, not like it’s the only hill around though, or that’s it really the top, more like a shelf along the way to the top of something that would itself be part of yet more interconnected landscape. She is on just one ridge that snakes up to a bigger mountain, but it’s sort of a point itself, and for her it is the top of a hill that is now below her. Esmeralda walks up here often, cutting through a few fences and fields behind her family’s ranch and up the steep grassy slopes. It’s not really their ranch, they just live there and her dad care takes for the owner. Her mom is a nurse and volunteers a bunch around town.

Esmeralda is the head dreamer of the family and dream she does!

Today is a lovely fall day. The air is clear from the rain a couple days ago and the ground is still soft. Es lays back in the brown grass and closes her 15 year old eyes. Her thoughts wander to her life, the kids in school, her hopes to be a wilderness guide, to bring kids like her to the mountains, to find reverence for nature and find themselves. She breathes deeply, clearing her mind. Patterns of light and visions of water and clouds and animals dance on her eyelids in a mosaic of connection and place. She breathes deeply again, allowing them to take her. They form all kinds of shapes, like watching clouds, only in her head. She dozes off to theses visions.

She startles awake, to the sound of a screeching hawk swooping towards the tree. It lands solidly on a large branch, knocking a few bits of bark down onto her as it settles. Es takes a deep breath, allows the startled fears and churning in her gut to subside. I have nothing to really be afraid of, but thank you feelings. You are always welcome and I will feel you and give some space. Es looks up at the hawk, who is looking down slope towards town. Es follows its gaze and just about jumps off the ground when she sees a giant tornado of light with all kinds of colors in it, swirling from beyond where she can see in the sky and coming down to a very small point somewhere on the south side of town. Her eyes go wide, what is this? Holy sister of holy wows I am seeing a dream? Am I awake? She pinches herself.

I am awake.

She looks more closely at the spinning vortex of light. She sees it has a definite direction, like it’s spiraling down into the earth. There is a glow to it, but also definition, though as it rises is looses definition and sort of disappears high in the sky, but really high, thousands of feet out of view. I wonder what is going on. There must be all kinds of commotion down there. If its real, people would be calling the police, they’d bring that awful yellow tape and eventually those guys with special suits and fancy machines would surround it. Maybe no body else can see it. Es looks back at the hawk, who is still staring intently in the same direction. Well she sees it, or he maybe. The hawk looks down at her, and cocks its head a little in a gesture of fellowship and recognition, and then looks back to the light show.

Es looks back too, and watches the spiral of light for a while, entranced and yet actively interested in the variations that spiral through it. Different intensities of brightness and color and it warbles around imperfectly, the rings of the spiral descending and undulating like continuous hula hoops. After a while it gets really bright with rainbow colors and then does something weird and brighter than anything yet and then it all collapses into the spot in town where it touched down, then a much gentler more diffuse less defined spinning cloud of light, but also less bright, rises from where it collapsed. Her intuition says this show is over, but that tornado cloud isn’t going away. Es decides to lay back in the grass again and says thank you to spirit and passes back into blissful sunshiny nap land.

When she wakes up it’s a little later in the afternoon, and the light cloud is still there. In the nap dream she just had, the cloud spoke to her in a language she couldn’t understand and she was standing in a park in town and many people were playing and running around like the cloud wasn’t’ there. Oh they can’t see it. Parents too, stand around talking or playing with kids or each other. She notices one other person, about her age, sitting against a tree, looking at the cloud. They look over at Es, they smile and put two fingers to their eyes, and then point one finger to the cloud, and then over to her and back to their own eyes. Es takes a breath, and begins to walk over to the girl, and then wakes up. She is still in her nap spot, above the ranch. The Hawk is still in the tree above her, she says aloud. Hello hawk, what do you suppose this is? It looks down at her and screeches, and then looks back to the tornado thing.

So no body saw what happened, or sees the cloud now, except maybe the girl in the dream, and the hawk. That’s what the dream told her. She will keep it to her self and go find its source and see if she can catch anyone else looking at it. For now, it’s rambling down these hills time, to help mom finish up with dinner. As she descends, having fun bouncing in the soft steeps and enjoying the view of her town and this other worldly light vortex cloud thing, she imagines how fun it would be to be able to jump and then control gravity enough to make this feel like skiing. To dig in a little like cutting a turn but then having levitation enough to bounce back up so it feels like the compression in the bottom of the turn is real. Oh she revels in it as she bounces down to help Mom. Someday I suppose.

During dinner Esmeralda’s mom asks her about school and Es mentions how she’d really like to volunteer with some outdoor rec organization next year. School is great mom. The work is still a breeze for me. It doesn’t take much to read something, and answer questions about what you read. I’m not sure when the real work starts but HS is definitely more fun than Middle school was.

What do you like about it Es? She inquires further.

Well for one, there is a free period to do my homework, and with everyone being a little more mature, the social scene seems to be much more engaging. I met some cool kids that were into hiking, they invited me along on a hike this weekend.

Oh that’s great Es.

Yeah that’s great to hear. Her Dad chimes in. Her dad is a thoughtful, hard working man who loves his familia and would do anything for them. Es, we are very lucky to have this home, and for this ranch to be our yard. I always appreciate how much you appreciate it and take advantage of the hiking it gives you.

Thanks Dad, I love you too. They all laugh a little.

Esmarelda’s parents seem happy enough but they worry, like most adults, about what the future holds for their next of kin. At least in their case, they are employed happily and have skills that can be used anywhere. Es feels their concerns but she’s always been convinced that the world is going to change, and things will be balanced again. That belief is wired into her, and trust that it will happen, so she doesn’t worry herself. Instead she focuses on believing it will be different even if she doesn’t know how, she just imagines everyone mostly happy and everything being fair and healthy. Lucky for her, she has parents that are a strong source of love and who have committed themselves to bring her up in the best way they can and have opportunities they did not have as children.

Es gets out of school monday with some excitement to go explore the strange phenomena that she see’s from most anywhere in town. One that a hawk could see, but no one else seems to see, or talk about anyway. WTF is going on she thinks as she walks across town towards this really beautiful, really exciting, sort of cool in how mysterious it is, very beautiful, oh she already thought that. It’s like the earth is waking up or some kind of portal is forming. Maybe this isn’t the only place it’s happened. The hawk saw it, and there it is, a slowly spinning vortex of electric colored fog. I mean it’s real, it’s right up ahead of me, probably at that park up past the college. That’s where it looked like from her spot up the hill. So the hawk sees it, I see it… If I can see it someone else must be seeing it. Es hadn’t heard anyone talk about it, or noticed anyone looking in its direction, though she noticed someone looking at her while she was looking at it earlier in the day during lunch.

It’s a nice warm September day. Not the full summer kind of heat, just solid warmth from all the built up heat of the earth getting sun baked all summer, but with a tiny note of crispness to the air because there was an early rain recently and the nights are cool now. Wow I love this time of year, she thinks and shudders a little in her appreciation of life and smiles a big smile as if the addition of a smile will confirm outwardly how she feels and lock it in for the moment, or set it aside for a dark winter night.

Es keeps walking up past the pho place, and the strip mall and random assortment of south side businesses. The list of store fronts says everything. A Jewish community center, a bank, then a quick mart, a weed store, planned parent hood, and last on the block, a financial consultant. What a funny town. She still wishes that bowling alley she heard about had been around for her to enjoy growing up. It would be packed nowadays, that’s for sure.

So here we are, yes the vortex thing is definitely coming from that one park nobody knows the name of. Wow it is fucking real, holy mother Mary and grandma Gaia what is this sweetness I see. Es takes a seat under a tree, about 50 yards from where it seems to just be resting on the ground, swirling up into the sky. Up close she can see there are way more nuances than you can even track or follow. Slithering little spirals wrapping around beams of brighter light that are swirling up and towards the sky in the bigger vortex. Some are green and look like vines and then change like clouds only way faster, they become animals, flowers, geometries, and wow now a dragon… and it looked at me. Whoa, ok Es, big picture, swirling fog that is self illuminated, but you can see through it kinda, with all these swirling textures and geometries and thicker rivers of more pure and brighter light. It’s like lava lamp meets laser show meets old school overhead meets inter dimensional psychedelic cartoon swirls and dragons. Es is really enjoying it, then her neck hairs twitch a little, ok calm Es, don’t move, breathe, don’t change what you’re doing. Reach for water in your back pack, casual, take a drink, look around. The same girl she saw at school is looking right at her from about 20 yards away, she smiles a big chesire cat grin, points two fingers towards her eyes, then one finger towards me, then back towards the vortex. She sees it too. This is exactly what happened in my dream. Wow.

Es smiles back, and returns the gesture. They nod, and keep watching the show.

After another 10 minutes or so Es is ready for more than looking at it. She looks back over at the hand sign girl, she is watching her as she watches the vortex, she thinks look over here you, the girl turns her head, with a funny expression and looks over at her. Es waves her over. The girl gets up and walks over, leaning against the tree when she arrives.

Hi, my names Esmeralda, but friends call me Es.

Hi Es, my names Judy, after my grandma.

Hi Judy, what is this thing?

Great to meet ya!. I don’t know, it appeared friday and I’ve been thick into it ever since. I bring homework, and books to look occupied so I can watch it over the book and no body catches me staring like a fool at nothing.

Es laughs a little chuckle snort, imagining that. That makes Judy laugh herself and they both laugh a good one. Judy continues.

How does nobody else see it, or how can WE see it!? I thought I was hallucinating till I caught you watching it today during lunch.

I feel you there, I wasn’t sure myself, but when I first saw it I was hiking and a big hawk swooped into the tree I was sitting under and started staring at it, actually got me to look in same direction. The hawk was seeing it, we watched it together for a while. That’s how I knew I wasn’t hallucinating but my parents didn’t mention it, neither did anyone else, so I stayed quiet. Es replies.

Same. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I’m already a weirdo enough. I haven’t seen anyone else looking at it either, before you. Guess we are special huh.

Maybe. Maybe we are just more awake to subtle things. What do you like to do, what are you into? Es asks Judy

I’m an artist, musician, writer. Guess I’d call myself a creative but introspective person. Yeah subtle things, that’s it, my creativity and connection to myself is precious to me. I can see how that has been tuning me like an instrument over the years since I figured it out. Hmm, thanks for that Es. How about you?

I dig nature, adventure sports, being outdoors, and I pray to spirit and talk to Gaia and feel very at home on the earth. I write some poetry too.

Oh I love poetry. We gotta share some with each other someday.

Oh yes please, I have no one to share it with. That would be super special. Yes Judy, my new friend, my artist friend who likes poetry.

The girls embrace and acknowledge each other with a quick eye stare. Es ponders out loud, Why do so many people not want to be deep in our generation, like we’re all really smart but it seems like half of us are afraid of connecting like we just did, and the other half is totally comfortable with each other?

I guess every generation is like that. Judy says her dad calls it wild style and square style. He says every generation has its wild side and its square side, like the magic folk and the muggles. Now we just call it normies.

I like that, you’re dad’s a hippy huh, gen x Hippy, or just a creative? My folks are gen x but its different for Mexican Americans. For us it’s the faithful and non faithful, and almost nobody is into the wild stuff except for gangsters and artists, or maybe nobody talks about it around me. It’s like all familia and picnics and weddings and holidays and christenings and birthdays and weekend get togethers with ranchero music and it just goes on and on. Everyone loves each other, as long as they are family, but in most cases it isn’t any of the cool spirit, or new age talk or anything like that. Definitely not sharing the love outside of family. It has been a great way to grow up, secure and loving, but I never fit in too well cause I always wanted to connect deeper than family wanted to and with other people not in my family. Maybe its just my family. I can’t speak for my whole culture. I found my way to book stores and libraries early and wanted to absorb all this american culture had to offer, not just my Mexican heritage, but stories and philosophy and mystic stuff, white people stuff. It was easy to find what I was looking for in books. I keep it to myself for the most part and play my role. I guess I’m a new age, outdoor rec, nature loving latina. First of my kind, that I know of. Es laughs and Judy does too.

Wow Es, you’re a breath of fresh air sister. I’m just a silly white girl artist with dorky parents that talk about all kinds of random stuff, definitely not normies though. I have no family around here, as my parents moved here before I was born when they were in their 20s. It’s nice to meet a real latina girl who digs weirdo shit.

Thanks Judy, cool to meet you too. My parents didn’t want a big family, having both come from one themselves so they had me and called it good. So Judy, do you want to go sit inside that colorful crazy thing, see what happens. I’m curious and feeling drawn to it.

Judy nods, Yes I do want to sit in there, so feeling that. It’s just light right, and if nobody else even sees it, probably not gonna kill us, and we’re gonna die someday anyway. What if we disappear or it’s a portal into another dimension?

Es chuckles, Judy I am so glad I found you. I need someone like you that can say something like that all nonchalant and normal like other dimensions already exist in your worldview.

Right on Es, fellow weirdo. They both laugh and hug again.

Ok lets do this. Es says.

The two girls pick up their stuff and just casually walk like they are looking for a different place to sit. There are other people in the park, crowded jungle gym with moms and dads talking and laughing around it. The girls point here and there as though not sure where to sit, and then Judy points right in the middle of the vortex, and they walk over that way. It’s not any kind of special spot, there’s no boulder or anything, it’s kinda near some trees. Wonder why this spot Es ponders as they sit down. Then they both see it at once, a small circle of rocks, clearly placed there, right at the center of where the vortex touches the earth.

Look Judy, this was placed here.

Maybe someone saw it and put the rocks around it, or wait, maybe someone actually made this happen. Judy says.

That gives both the girls the chills, but in a good way.

Whoa Judy, that’s wild. Someone totally put these here, but was it after they saw it, or did they make it then put them here?

The mystery continues, but someone besides us for sure knows it’s here. Judy says mysteriously.

So far being inside this whirly light thing hasn’t changed anything for the girls, and they’re not fully inside it cause it comes down to a point no bigger than a small water melon. Es reaches her hand into it and Judy takes it gently, and looks at Es.

Oh right, don’t want to look like I’m reaching into something that isn’t there. Es withdraws her hand and Judy lets it go.

No, yes that’s true, but no not why I grabbed your hand Es. I just had a spontaneous vision of us holding hands and sitting cross legged with this spot between us. Do you want to do it?

They are looking at each other, there is a warmth to the light swirling between them, they both feel the presence of something much greater than themselves, other worldly and yet just more pronounced feelings of love and gratitude, and earthiness.

Ok lets do that Judy.

"So this is how I saw it, our knees are touching, yes like that, we lay our hands across each others on top of our knees yes, left hand up, right hand down, yeah there