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Samuel had spoke in the mind to Bill and Carolyne and told them what had been done in Waitsburg and that they were headed for Ritzville to clean up the weapons. Bill and Carolyne had told them that when they finished that place that they should take care of the Idaho bases and then come back to the haven for rest. Evelyne has told us that Jack Bollard and his men have taken the mission to destroy the Area 51 base in Nevada and there will be a bus load of children to help them. You have not met them yet but you will soon enough. They are going to get rid of the last of that chemical mixture and clean up that mess. Kevin and Kristyl and us are headed back to the haven for a short rest and recuperation and will be standing by if you need help at Ritzville or Idaho.

Susanna opened a portal and sat on one of the back seats in the chopper and proceeded to tell all the updates and movements that was going on and had been happening. She told them that the underground patriot movement had taken out the Oregon base under Mt. Hood and the whole thing had been destroyed and buried forever she said that Michael, Theresa, Daniel and her were rested and had met the new folks that had come to the Haven. “These people wanted to help in anyway they could so being at the haven they have the freedom to create from themselves anything that would be help to all life forces and mother earth. The haven is thriving and the young folk have even started to build more living quarters out near the orchards. The Dream net has become a close part of the haven and everybody is involved. The dream healing places are being used and the children are gathering more and more and planting all over the world.”

“Greybark and his brethren have moved out into the forests around and above the haven and opened minds and spirits that have been locked up for eons. We have met the green coats or moss entities and they have become a great protector of the forests there as well as in other places far and wide. We have seen and talked with Honovi and Starbuck and they tell us about the movements of all the animal life and how that is growing. Arie and Chephirah came through and introduced their new family. The Children (Cubs) are so wonderful. We had such a good time with them all.”

“To all of our wonderful surprise William has come into his own and can move and does like Evelyne and Eryne and they spend time together around the world as we know of. A baby named Jesse paid a visit to us with Eryne and Evelyne and he is another like them. Such a sweet child and his mother Molly came and visited with us and she comes often. Now the big surprise was having a Sasquatch and his family visit. Keltor brought a young man one day who has a wonderful little bat. Jonathan and Batty were so much fun, we all had a great day just sitting around and talking. Batty moved around the haven and became endeared to everyone and she found a whole group of her family living down in the Haven. Gregory and Shauna have become quite proficient with the portals and have moved around the country and even the world helping to teach and heal.”

“It would seem that these two were destined to come here and meet the girls. We also spent some time with Lionhawk and Shadowself and that little dancing doggy of theirs, such absolute wonderful folks. Buster had a great time with Shiska and Jake came one day and brought Reilly. The dogs had such a great time just romping and carrying on. Christine and Joanna have been keeping the café up and the recharging station, running real good. They have taken some of the younger ones under their wings and shown them the ropes so to speak. We have had the police and even the military investigators still coming through but they stop and eat and move on these days, That old bridge finally got rebuilt so folks started coming our way again and business has been fun. Most still can’t understand how we can give them food and service without charging. We just smile and send them on their way. We have seen large contingents of military moving towards the west these past few weeks Not sure what may be happening but they seem to be in a big hurry.”

“Mark, Maria and Jim got back and they brought my sister Nancy with them. Apparently she had been told to gather what she could and meet someone at the little private airport outside of Charleston. She had arrived and sat around for about 2 hours when Mark approached her and asked it she was Nancy. They all got together and came straight home. Nancy is settling in real well and we have so much to talk about. She has learned of the missions all of us have been involved in and has asked to join us on the next one. She does have some experience with computer systems and has been involved with the patriot movements up in Charleston. So we have been discussing that with everyone.”

“Well, Michael, Daniel, Theresa, Nancy and I are getting ready to head over to the Texas bases to see what they are doing these days. We have heard from the Patriot’s that they are forming something against the base in Arizona so we wait to here from them as to their progress with that.” After hugging everyone Susanna stood up and said “I am hearing all kinds of things about the Emperor and how he is beginning to fall apart more quickly these days. Every time one of us sends stuff to him he gets totally wild and most of the folks around him are staying on the alert. The crackpot has been shooting up the capital and even trying to shoot his secret service people. So keep up the gifts to him as you can.” With that she opened a portal back to the garden and stepped into it. The team was all smiles and even on the verge of laughing about the Emperor and his mishaps. Samuel had picked an easy slow course to Ritzville and expected to reach it with in a few hours………… …………… end


Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures. Jessamyn West

The man who has no imagination has no wings. Muhammad Ali


PART II, BOOK 2, THE CHILDREN OF PARADISE

Otto reached Devlin and pulled him to the surface as best he could. He was looking up and could see the mass plastic floating just above. He hit the bottom of the junk and could not make it move so he could get Devlin to the surface. He turned himself around and started to kick with his feet. He knew that he was running out of air and he dare not think that Devlin had already drowned. The kicking motion was wearing him out and his air was just about gone when the big blue slid by him and once more breeched the water. He and Devlin were dragged up with the whale as she left the surface and then began to fall back. Otto took a huge breath of air as he and Devlin flew up above the junk. The 50 tonnes of blue slammed back into the ocean as she sounded again. He had a tight grip on Devlin’s chest as they both fell back into the water that was clear of the debris. The big blue had created a sort of hole in the water as she went under and Otto was afraid that he and Devlin would be dragged back under also. He took another deep breath expecting to be dragged down at least 30 feet. Preparing to force air into Devlin both men were covered with the water again. He still pulled Devlin close and was going to breathe air into his lungs when something grabbed him and pulled him to the surface. All he could do was gasp for more air as his head cleared the surface. Devlin’s head was lolling over to one side and he propped it up. It was then that he saw the back fins of the Dolphins circling around him and Devlin…………..

To all that may be reading this story, I plan to begin with PART II soon. I have been playing catch up and working on bringing the story ahead where my dear sister left off to do very important things. She left a wonderful start in this story called THE CHILDREN OF PARADISE and I wish to thank her so dearly for her wonderful writing and story telling. As I have said, I am catching up to the writing that I continued with and will place story lines that connect with her beginnings.

I wish to thank all of the folks that wrote such great parts in PART I. One of which is joined to this forum. Sandy Clark added to this story to make it move smoothly. Thank you so much Sandy. I realized that you needed to do other things and that was what needed to happen. We all walk our own paths and when those paths cross and connect with others it is a great fortune for each and every one of us to learn from each other. As it truly is though, our paths will undoubtedly move apart and we are all better off for knowing another and learning. My sister and I will use her forum avatar name (breal)will forever leave an indelible place in my heart. She is on her road to other places and I am sure they are good for her. There are certainly others that enjoined in the first part and they all created along with the story.

I must say that I was enthralled with writing. This story became a new avenue for me and as I gave up the other parts of my life that served me to this point, writing opened my mind, my heart. I have always be a reader, a researcher yet using my Imagination and creativity in this realm opened so many more doors for me at this 200th year of my life. LOL. ART, has always been such an integral part of my life. I have drawn, I have painted, I have built in three dimensions and I have been an Architect. I have been in a war and I have worked for municipal government. The latter two things are not very nice as they were not a good productive and really are not productive, things in this world, so to speak. However I learned and I suppose grew in my own life from both experiences. One might even see some of me by reading this epic story. I have been told that writing is a reflection of an authors life and that would be just about any thing. What we say or write can show a lot. I must say that I stand in front of a mirror all the time. Yet another part of my life that taught me how to be real humble and how to learn was being a teacher at a college. I took my own class and my students showed me so much more. Wow!! what a wonderful experience that was. So much for all of that. Writing is an Art for me and I so enjoy it. I may not be good at it but I do it for what comes from my heart There are so many emotions and creative imaginations that flow when writing.

Look at Christine, Spiritwind, Maggie, Moonlight and even Anders. There are others, their writing says so much. The prose and poetry is so wonderful. Can you see deeper into the heart and soul of a writer? Yes. This is something that one feels, that one learns. It can well up tears, it can make one smile. it can make one laugh. It can do so many things.

So, I look forward to posting the PART II story soon. Thank you all so much.

Steven

So, It looks like I can at least get a start with the next story. I have a start with the Chapter listing and will follow this short post with it. I am sure I will be adding to the list, I already have at least 4 more chapters written but have to still catch up. The 4 more chapters by the way are all new. Once I get back to the States, I already have many many chapters written in that area.

PART II CHILDREN OF PARADISE

CHAPTERS


1 REFLECTIONS
2 MEGAN AND GALIA
3 TIMOTH
4 ANGUS THE PIG FARMER
5 BOB COMET and THE POTTER
6 THE FREIGHTER CAPTAIN
7 THE LAST BASTION
8 DEVLIN
9 THE ORCHARDS and VEGETABLES
10 AN ARK IN PARADISE
11 ANIMALS OF PARADISE
12 THE CAPTAIN and THE TEACHER
13 A STORM IN PARADISE
14 BOB’S LAST HOORAH
15 ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
16 THE BRIDGE AT KEELBOTTOM CREEK
17 AMANDA and THE BEAVERS
18 KYRA and CODY
19 A HEARTS LOSS and HEALING
20 THE TEACHERS FARM
21 LOVE and COURAGE
22 ETHAN WALLACE
23 LEARNING TO FLY
24 THE DREAMS OF KYRA
25 INTO THE LIGHT, THE AWAKENING
26 AN ENCOUNTER WITH TAHITIANS
27 THE BATTLE OF ILES SOUS – LE – VENT
28 DANNY KANG
29 THE SHORES OF THE AMERICA’S
30 THE GARDEN
31 INTERLUDE
32 RIFLES AND DARTS AT THE RITZ
33 WARTSNOUT
34 JANX
35 DOGS OF METAL
36 INVASION
37 THE ROAD TO MENTONE
38 PHILAMENA
39 THE MEETING
40 RANGERS, PONIES AND SNAKES
41 THE CHILDREN OF IDAHO
42 A JURASSIC MOMENT
43 TO JOIN THE FIGHT
44 ALEXEI AND THE GULAG
45 NATHAN LANDERS
46 GALIA
47 THE RESTORATION OF JEANETTE
48 MEGAN AND THE DOLPHINS
49 A LAB AND THE LONG COATS
50 A BRIDGE BETWEEN WORLDS
51 STAR DUST
52 FAREWELL
53 THE STAR PEOPLE AND KANGAROO'S
54 HATTIE'S GIFT
55 THE KELLY FAMILY
56 ANTIQUES AND RELICS
57 REUNIONS
58 END OF AN AGENCY
59 A WEDDING OF PAST AND PRESENT (PART 1)
(PART TWO) (ENCOUNTER AT THE FERRY)
(PART THREE) (COLLIDING DIMENSIONS)
(PART FOUR) (CHILDREN OF PARADISE, EMMA)
60 ON THE BEACH, HOME
THE DREAM WEAVER

1 REFLECTIONS

The bare feet hit the powdered earth as the star men danced to the rhythmic sound of the tapping sticks and the call of the dreamtime was strong.
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A tribal warrior who went by the name of Jannali threw a spear into the deep starry night sky. It twirled, twisted and whistled sharply through the air before hitting its mark. Nick was astonished. As he drank from a prepared brew of acacia leaves, he saw the spear hit the moon. Jannali spoke to Nick in the silent worlds. Jannali’s eyes were the colors of the blue sky which seemed to stretch into eternity. Jannali spoke to him in the straight plain language of the tribal nation ______. He said that all people had to treaty with the indigenous. It would be a treaty that would restore the custodianship of the land back to the indigenous. Once the land was returned to the indigenous, they would then allow people from all around who desired to live freely on the land to join them in living there too.

Nick nodded his head and reflected upon this. Freed from the constraints of work, paying bills and having to “work” to live, once the people were living on tribal lands, it would free up their very hearts and souls to exchange ideas build upon ideas and collaborate on solutions for the entire planet. The math’s told him that there only had to be the square root of 1% of all people on the whole planet living like this for there to be a change in the collective minds and hearts of people. He knew that there were many other factors to be taken into consideration before there could be true freedom for all but that this would be a very good start.

Nick entered the dreamland through the dreamtime regularly and almost instantly now. Every “time” he came through there was always something new for him to learn. He would be with the indigenous peoples mostly to learn. Other times he would be with Aberdeen and Connie and even Amanda and Rolin in Paradise. Hava and Luun were there all the time no matter where or who he would be with. The two young ladies, He thought of them that way now, in fact both had grown into beautiful young women now and they continued to instruct and show all how to access their inner being and change themselves and the outer world. He would be with the Sasquatch family, Keltor was always there to show him other things and he would converse with Jonathan and Batty and the little mouse. These days the animals were talking regularly with humans and it was helping the world to be healed faster. Kyra Johnson and Arthur Curtis had blossomed with the Healing Centre’s and the dream healing was being used all over the world as the wars/skirmishes still waged death and destruction.

These things were beginning to stop or come to peaceful solutions as more people left the battlefields and moved to the light. The darkness was ever shrinking now and yet still kept foot holds in pockets around the world. America seemed to be one of those places yet the light was in motion to end the reign of the pitiful Emperor. Dictators and governments were loosing ground and becoming useless. The disease of Tyranny was slowly but surely becoming a non viable, unsustainable way of life and the cure was spreading. He watched and saw the good folks fighting to stop the black hearted sickness that had spread over this world for so many thousands of years or longer.

The Dream net that he had helped to create was so entrenched now that almost all peoples could enter and find their way to healing centres. The Children were the ones that had grasped a hold and the dreams went through them like wild fire. The Ideas of Aberdeen and Connie created Paradise and those ideas were spread by the children and all the folks that moved there and built the free cottages that Aberdeen and Connie created. The whole thing began growing around the world. He thought that one day and it could be sooner than he could even speculate; the entire world would be one big paradise. He had been to the future with others and the future was becoming the present. It all seemed to be in slow motion as the present and the future grew closer together. It was like watching one of those old fashioned taffy pulls only in the opposite direction.

Yes of course, making treaty with the indigenous peoples would be a great first start. He knew that doing this along with all the other ways that were happening now could be a final solution to healing the world. The most wonderful thing that was happening at this time was the children and how they were creating so much to benefit the humans and animals and all life force on Mother Earth. The exploring of everything it seemed by the children caused new and wondrous happenings daily and even space travel was becoming very possible and the speed of travel appeared to be far beyond the construct of mankind’s machines. The new children that were being born into paradise and around the world were born with special gifts that they would begin to use as soon as they took their first breath in this world. It was being known that these children were even using special gifts while still in the wombs of their mothers. The children that had been born years before were discovering their abilities through awakening in the dream net or by others that were teaching techniques of how to access these abilities. Hava and Luun had chosen to come back and heal this world. They had been born with complete awareness and capabilities of their spirits of the universe in total connection with the Divine Creator. What he had come to realize now was that the children of paradise were being born to be as Hava and Luun. Arie and Chephirah’s children were of these children of paradise so the animal kingdom was becoming connected as one with the human’s and the real astonishing thing was that all life force on the earth was moving toward total connection. He watched Jesse and the other children as they were being born. The Children of the bus were planting and would be cleaning up one of those very dangerous bases before too long. He saw some of them as they left their present corporeal bodies and grew in their new chosen mother’s wombs and knew they would grow faster and speed up the healing.

Nick was in complete reflection and connection to the world through the dreamtime in dreamland and saw a young child named Megan as she grew into a young lady and he began to follow her adventures from early on to the present as she moved toward the future. She was living on the lands of paradise and had the abilities within her just as her mother had. As he watched he was pulled back into the world and spent time with William, Aberdeen, Connie and Rolin and Amanda. After the wonderful diner and great time in conversation he retired to his small cottage and entered the dreamtime once again and saw Megan again. She was lying in a meadow on her back and looking up at the clouds…………

2 MEGAN AND GALIA

Megan lay on her back in a meadow. She raised her eyes to the heavens above her. Her mother had shown her how to 'cloudbust'. With her eyes gently focused on a small fluffy white cloud, she allowed the etheric energies of the cloud to be drawn towards her. Minutes later, the sky was a brilliant blue. The cloud had vanished. Poof! She cast her mind back to her research on the indigenous tribes around the planet that practiced rain dances. There were so many of them that it made her head spin. She dreamily thought to herself "If we have the ability to make a cloud vanish, could it be that we also have the innate ability to make clouds for rain too?"

The cloudless sky evoked a memory of a conversation she once had with her mother when she was very young. Her mother had been a brilliant warrior who had spent the majority of her life helping humanity in the fight for freedom. Her mother had been looking up to the sky. "My Megan she began since the day you were born it has been your destiny to follow the song lines for they will lead you to the ultimate truth of who we are and why we are here." It was the last time she had spoken to her mother because, a day later, her mother had gone away and she hadn't seen her since.

When Megan had first learned to read, her mother had given her a diary. It was her mother’s diary. It was thick and tattered and well-worn with use. It was her constant companion in her youth for it was a joy to read and a wonderful reminder of her mother’s journey. She now hurriedly thumbed through the diary to the pages where her mother had talked about weather modification. Could it be? Her mother had written about how humanity could alter weather patterns. Could this be true? Could it be real that if humanity could return to its natural state of being that this would be reflected in our weather patterns? Her mother had also written that "emotions" block the light. Megan had struggled to understand what this meant. Was her mother saying that if she was in her natural state of being - one which was supernatural, cosmic and spiritual that she could be a part of something that turned everything around for Mother Earth? Megan sighed. She intellectually knew that Mother Earth was a conscious being and that Mother Earth was a part of our consciousness but to embrace this with her heart, to really anchor herself in this... Was she up for the challenge? How did she do this? How did she maintain this?

As she lay there in her frustration, Megan began to sense that the sun had become brighter and fuller. She sun gazed with her eyes closed as she had learned to do; her eyes circled the sun in one direction and then the other. As she basked in the warmth and the brilliance of the sun, it felt as if all the frustrations of the moment had begun to make way for a wave of unconditional love that began to wash through her. She felt as if she was being drawn into the sun. It was an ecstatic feeling. She felt as if her very being was merging with the sun.

Much later, as the two sisters lay cozily snuggled up in bed together, gazing up at the stars through the domed glass ceiling, Megan's younger sister Galia, took Megan's hand in hers and began to talk in hushed subdued tones with a serious look upon her face. "Sis, do you remember when you were lying out there in the meadow today?” Megan sleepily nodded her head and sighed contentedly. "Well, I came looking for you. I saw you lying in the meadow but you looked asleep so I crept up to where you were lying so as not to awaken you. But Sis, when I went to crouch down beside you to join you, you just disappeared." Megan blinked, shook her head twice and rubbed her eyes. "Really?" said Megan, with great interest. She began to sit up but concern filled her face as she gazed upon Galia. She could tell that Galia was very upset. "I didn't know what to do" snuffled Galia, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I thought you might have left me like Mama did." "But then you reappeared again after about a minute and Timoth jumped all over you and woke you up. I thought you would be cross with me if you thought it was me that jumped on you so I didn't say anything."

Timoth wagged his tail at the mention of his name. He was lying on the floor next to the girl’s bed and stuck his head up in the hope that he would receive a pat. He was always hopeful. "Where did you go Sis?" implored Galia tearfully, her young girlish voice rising in fear. "Well my sister” said Megan in a reassuring voice. "The first thing is that I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me” and as if to prove a point, playfully nudged Galia and patted Timoth. "And secondly, my dearest most beloved Galia, I think I went into the sun." "But how is that possible?" Cried Galia, tears forgotten in her wonderment. The young girl, who was so fearful a moment ago about losing her sister, was now enthralled. "The question should be my darling sister...WHO is the sun?" And Megan chuckled as she hugged her sister close to her.

3 TIMOTH

Timoth was a runaway factory farm animal. He was so dirty, small, sickly and thin that when he first wandered onto the lands of Paradise, you wouldn’t have been able to have guessed what he was. He was so thin that his ribs protruded, his head was covered in canker sores, his ears flea-bitten and torn, and his entire body was covered in warts. The dirt was so thickly caked over his entire little body that all that could be seen were his eyes.

It was one sunny afternoon when Megan was watering her fragrant roses that a brown smelly streak of something, scurried past her. It scrambled for their home and squeezed underneath a small gap between the plinth boards and the bare earth. She called to Galia who had been playing on a swing nearby and Galia, devoted to all small creatures as she was, ran to see what she could do. She sensed that whatever the creature was, it was hungry, exhausted and scared, and so Galia had stayed with the creature. She lay down beside the house, singing and humming to her new charge. She was such an amazing caring one that she only ever left Timoth to do her ablutions and to eat. Towards the end of the first day, a very triumphant Galia finally coaxed him out, but to her dismay, Timoth barely ate what was offered to him. Timoth so desperately wanted and needed to eat more food but the poor being had been so abused, starved and neglected; he shrank from Galia’s offerings and ran at the first opportunity back to his sanctuary.

As the night approached, Megan had set up a tent so that they could take turns in watching over him. Throughout the night, they could hear the occasional snuffled labored sounds of his breath but it was a comfort to them to know that even though he hadn’t eaten much, he was still alive.
On the second day of cooing and chatting to her new friend, Timoth began to spend more time eating and less time worrying about his new charge. His bleary eyes were now more curious than wary of Galia and she had laughed and clapped her hands with delight when Timoth had sniffed her hand with his little snout. Much to her surprise and delight, he had even grunted at her! It was at the end of a very long second day that Timoth eventually allowed himself to be touched and held by Galia. Happily, and contentedly, the three new friends settled down for the night in the tent. Timoth was happily ensconced in a warm blanket and even though Timoth had smelt so badly that it made the girls eyes water, nothing made them happier than to know that they could now care for him.

It was the next day before they had been brave enough to bathe him for he was still very timid. Many bucket loads of hot soapy water later, it revealed a little pink warty piglet. “So that is what you are” crooned Galia to the piglet. She fell instantly in love with her “pigwort” as she so affectionately called him.

As the months went by, Timoth’s wounds healed, his body grew stronger and the warts had disappeared. He was now a very handsome pink pig who loved nothing better than to do children’s blocks and puzzles. He patiently allowed Galia to dress him in the most outrageous of costumes and sat at the table with Galia and Megan, snapping up offerings of sugar snap peas and other such vegetable delicacies from Galia’s hand, grunting with satisfaction and his pink curly tail wagging furiously whenever a particularly choice morsel went his way.

Timoth grew to be larger than life. His breed had been genetically modified to grow extremely large and so when he grew to a size so large that he could no longer fit inside the house comfortably, Galia and Megan built him a shelter that would accommodate him. However, Galia fretted that he would be lonely at night in the shelter they had built for him and she had permanently pitched her tent outside next to Timoth’s new home. It was then that Megan decided that it was time for Timoth to have a family of his own. She had to have a plan. They would try to find a female Timoth.

However, Megan knew with certainty that there was a distinct shortage of pigs in Paradise. Animals were not bred in Paradise for eating and they didn’t know anyone that had a pig. She also realized that they would have to leave Paradise if they wanted to acquire a companion for Timoth. This left her feeling very torn because of the stories she had heard from her parents about the state of the world. They had been told that the human condition was one of insanity. The girls were very sheltered here in Paradise. There had been very little outside contact with the rest of the world apart from newcomers who had been teleported or had found their way here and now it seemed that it was her destiny through one very large pig that they were to be in a world that was very foreign to them.

Timoth was fiercely loyal and protective of Megan and Galia and made an excellent guard pig. Not that he had ever needed to be that way in Paradise but whenever something unfamiliar or strange came into his territory; he would squeal loudly and make a rush to defend his loved ones. Megan only had to say his name in a certain way and Timoth would back down but she knew in her heart that he was a fearless warrior in his own pig-like way. Megan realized that if they took Timoth with them on this journey that he would be an excellent protector and that maybe with his tremendous sense of smell and incredible intelligence, he could lead them to a place that held a lady Timoth.

The two girls traveled lightly for their mother and father had shown them how to provide for themselves in Mother Nature. A two-man tent, a few clothes, one blow-up air mattress, two sleeping bags, two large flasks of spring water, a map, a string bag, a wind-up emergency torch, three bowls, some cutlery and a flint for which to light fires filled two large saddlebags on their bicycles.

In a sun strewn meadow just off a dusty brown roadside Megan and Galia picked edible weeds for a wild salad. Purslane, lamb’s quarters, dandelion, chickweed, amaranth, burdock flowers and cleavers were being gathered for the midday menu and the prize pick of the day, wild mushrooms and truffles – courtesy of Timoth’s amazing nostrils. With the salad now picked, they all sat and enjoyed their meal. Tiny, crisp wild crabapples finished off the meal and all three were replete

They had been on the road for three days now and with their belly’s full and their bodies warmed by the sun, Megan began to read aloud from her mother’s diary. “I am going to need to work out how to develop a cloaking device beyond anything mechanical or material. I have been researching how the Hawaiian Bob tail squid has a symbiotic relationship with bacterial cells. If I can work out nature’s technology - how these animal cells talk to the luminal bacterial cells, I can then work out how we can create a symbiotic relationship with our own bacterial cells that will naturally act as a cloaking device for us.”

Megan sat with her lips pursed and a thoughtful look on her face. “Mama worked out how to make herself a cloaking device a long time ago Galia. She hasn’t written in her diary just how she taught herself how to do this but reading mama’s diary has given me an idea on how to get into that horrid piggery without being seen” announced Megan. She then looked up solemnly at Galia from the diary. "If we can release all the pigs from their prisons Galia, Timoth will have an even bigger family to be with! Can you imagine it?" Galia sat wide-eyed as she contemplated a free life for those pigs that she had seen enslaved, tortured and sentenced to death for human consumption. The horror of it all was not lost on this young girl for she was sensitive to the life of all.

Earlier that morning, the two girls and one pig had arrived at the Serenity Green pig farm. On the front of the fence was a great big sign saying “Our pigs are free range and live happy lives.” An animated picture filled with sunny skies, a green field and smiling pigs playing happily in the mud filled the board. But all Timoth’s keen nose could sense was the stench of death and fear. He vaguely remembered the dangerous place from which he had run as a piglet and it smelt exactly like this place! He was terrified. He shook with terror. Megan and Galia dismounted from their bikes and leaned them on the fence. They started to head towards the farmhouse to talk to the owners but Timoth would go no further. No amount of cajoling or reassurance on their behalf would make him budge. With a sigh, Megan said “stay Timoth, good pig." Timoth looked at her with two very sad eyes and sank to the ground. His ears flopped and Megan’s heart sank. The two girls trod to the farmhouse, knocked on the door and waited.

When no one answered, they made their way down to the large shed that held the pigs. The smell and the shrieks of anger and fear coming from the factory farm shed were heartrending. “No wonder Timoth won’t come with us Megan” whispered Galia to her big sister. Her eyes filled with tears. Maybe it was these people that he ran away from?” They entered the shed and the smell of ammonia made their eyes sting. Before them was a sight that no animal or human should see. "How can people treat another being like this?" whispered Galia, a little more fiercely now. They held each other tightly as they entered that dark festering shed of nightmarish proportions.

The pigs were being held in unspeakably deplorable conditions. Most could barely move or turn around in their own stalls. Once they inevitably got bigger due to selective breeding and copious amounts of hormones, they had to stand in their tiny stalls whilst they slept. Pigs are just like humans and like to sleep lying down so for these pigs, it was torturous. The evidence of the barbaric and cruel practice of marking and docking was to be found everywhere. Pigs had lost tails, teeth, ears and their genitalia. Without the aid of any anesthesias, the pigs had gone completely demented. In their demented state, pigs had fought with each other and lost limbs, skin, ears and snouts. They were so distressed and depressed and in fear for their lives that these pigs suffered constantly from diarrhea. There was nowhere for them to relieve themselves. The pigs lived in their own excrement. Their short lives were marked by filth* and despair. Somehow they had to survive until death was brought to them. However, even their death could be slow and torturous for the killing of the animals was sloppy. Many of the poor animals lingered and were conscious after botched attempts to take their lives. Many of them were hacked to pieces whilst still conscious.

Cannibalism was rife here and mothers who had given birth to dead piglets had eaten them. Half eaten piglets lay strewn across the laneways. This unspeakable cruelty and unnatural way of living had turned what were very gentle, sociable and loving creatures into psychotic beings. It reminded Megan of what her Mama had written about in her diary about how humanity had also been placed into unnatural conditions and the mass psychosis that had ensued. It seemed very similar. Just like humans, pigs are very clean animals. The misconception that they are dirty animals comes from the fact that they like to take mud baths. However, just like humans, their soft pink skin is also prone to sunburn. Dried mud offers the natural protection they need.

4 ANGUS THE PIG FARMER

Angus the pig farmer, after receiving a mobile phone call from his wife, sped down to the factory whereupon he spied two young girls standing in the middle of his pig factory. He was suspicious. He’d had other young people, crazy activists who had broken into his factory at night and had attempted to rescue the pigs and he wasn’t taking any chances. He yelled. “I’ve got a gun and I’m going to use it if you ain’t out of here by the count of three.” He cocked the gun as if to mean business but he wasn’t going to shoot the girls, he just wanted to scare them. “One” “Two” “Th….” He didn’t manage to finish. Timoth had rushed through the factory doors and knocked him down, pinning him to the floor.

Timoth’s love for the girls was far greater than his fear of entering the piggery and he soon plucked up the courage to follow them. He was slowly making his way to the entrance door of the factory when he saw a man with a gun. He knew what a gun was. He had seen one as a piglet. With his sensitive hearing, he heard the click of the gun being cocked and he knew what that ‘click’ meant. His brain whirred with anger. He leapt.

Angus was winded but unhurt by the 400-pound pig. The gun had gone flying from Angus's grasp and in all the excitement, Angus had then accidentally pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the air. The gun had then landed on a startled pig who screamed with rage. The scream of one pig had become the squeals of hundreds of trapped and anxious pigs. Galia and Megan ran to the crime scene, hands still shielding their noses from the awful stench surrounding them. “Oh my God TIMOTH” yelled Megan at the top of her lungs. “GET OFF THE MAN TIMOTH. GOOD PIG.” But Megan’s loud call to Timoth made the factory pigs even more anxious and they shrieked and called out even louder. The shrieks were amplified by the hot tin shed they were encased in.

Timoth in his own piggy way knew that this man could hurt the girls if he set the man free. He grunted righteously in response to Megan but didn’t budge. “TIMOTH, GOOD PIG” yelled Galia. “COME TO ME.” Reluctantly, Timoth got up and off the man. They saw the man struggle to sit up. It was their opportunity to escape.

Later in the evening as Megan sat in their tent and Galia slept, she wondered how exactly she could free all of the pigs. Reading only by torchlight, she flicked through her mothers diary hoping to gain some inspiration. Her mother’s diary was full of illustrations and diagrams of tactics for diversions. She thought about it for some time. She knew that some would be too weak physically to get out of there. She also knew that they couldn’t do this all by themselves. That man had a gun. She would need outside help. She thought about the pig farmer. She knew he would lose his livelihood if she did this. She felt bad about it. There had to be another way, a higher way.

Megan’s mother had nurtured, cultivated and nourished within the girls, a great desire for learning and an even greater desire for learning how to think for them selves. Megan thought about how her mother had always led and taught by example. She fondly recalled how her Mama had always expressed gratitude for everything in her life. It had such an empowering affect upon the girls. The more her mother had expressed her appreciation for all of life around her, the more inspirations to help others her mother had received. This was not lost on Megan. Megan knew that if she remained in a constant state of gratefulness for everything she had in her life that she would eventually receive an inspiration that would help her to help the pigs in a way that was for the highest good of all concerned. She dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face and her mother’s diary held close to her heart. When she awoke in the morning, she again had a smile upon her face. She had a plan.

Angus shook his head. It took quite some time before the middle-aged and obese man could sit up. He was oblivious to the smells and distress of the pigs. Over the 20 years he had factory farmed, he had become totally desensitized to the suffering of the pigs. As he sat there, thinking about that pink pig that had bowled him over and winded him, a memory came flooding back to him. He was about eight years old and his father was pushing a piglet, the rejected runt of a litter, into his arms. His father had also been a pig farmer but that had been in another time and age where pigs had been farmed on the land and not in factory conditions. He remembered feeling how soft the tiny thing was and how it snuggled into his arms. He had run to the fridge and pulled out a milk bottle and filled the baby bottle. The piglet took to the baby bottle with gusto and he remembered the warm feeling he had inside. He was nurturing and nourishing another being and it filled him with a sense of purpose and caring. That piglet had followed him around everywhere. His father had warned him about naming the piglet because the pigs’ fate would be the slaughterhouse but he was so in love with that pig, he called her Pinky. Pinky was as smart as any dog and he trained her so that she would fetch and carry things for him.

It wasn’t long however before Pinky grew into the finest pig. Angus had hoped that his father might have softened and allowed him to keep Pinky as a pet but the day came when all the grown and fattened pigs had been pulled into the transportation truck, destined for the slaughterhouse. Angus was abruptly informed by his father that morning that Pinky was going too. Angus had been shattered. He sobbed and pleaded with his father but his father had been hardened by his own experiences of loss and Pinky was dragged onto the truck, screaming and calling for his beloved Angus. Pinky could smell death on that truck and she knew where she was going. Angus cradled his head in his arms and sobbed.

5 BOB COMET and THE POTTER

Megan was one of the lucky ones. Her parents had been a part of the resistance movement that had bucked the new system of control. There were still a few people left in the world who had resisted the brain implants that had become mandatory if you wanted to do anything; pay your bills, talk to a friend long distance, book a holiday, pay your rent, buy your groceries but they were either hackers or those who had awoken to the true state of reality within the world. The dusty old Cockle biddy second-hand book shop now stood before Megan and she entered. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest looking of shops but according to her mother’s diary, a certain style of hacker operated there under the cover of a bookshop and she could make use of the video machine for a small fee. Megan had never used a Video before now and she felt her heart beating faster and a slight tightening of her throat. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to say to Bob Comet when she saw him live on video camera but she knew that she had to do this for everyone’s sake.

The video camera was the latest accessory to the brain implant. It was a device that was controlled by nano-crystal technology and one used it to talk to people long distance. It created a live video image on a large liquid crystal screen of the person you were talking to. It was the newest version of the old Skype system. Hackers had worked out how to bypass the brain chip to hack into the technology. It was a risky business but there were many who needed it.

She stood in the large old booth, it was an old selfie photographic booth, and waited. Bob Comet shortly appeared before her. He was startled to hear from her because she had sounded just like her mother. He had known Megan’s mother for a very long time. Bob was elderly but sprightly. He watched her intently as she spoke, her animated face was passionate as she spoke with conviction about Timoth and about the pigs at the pig factory; it reminded him of a much younger version of himself and the journey he had embarked upon. “I’ll see what I can do for you young Megan.” He pronounced and then disconnected the call. His gravelly voice sounded a chuckle after talking with her. He would do as much as he could. She hung up the video apparatus and wasn’t sure if she had gotten through to him or if he was even interested in what she had to say. All she could do was wait.

Megan kept Galia busy with harvesting the wild berries, black cherries, fireweed and persimmons for their brunch whilst she pored over the map that lead back to her home in Paradise. It had been six long days since she had last talked to Bob. She had called into town every day at the bookshop, looking for a message or a sign from Bob that something positive had happened but there was nothing for her. She knew that they had very little time before the pigs would be transported to the abattoirs, it was that time of the culling season again and she was concerned that if Bob didn’t work his magic soon that all would be lost. The two girls had both agreed that they couldn’t go back to the factory farm to make their appeal to Angus; 400 pounds of pig had already seen to that. There had to be another way if Bob couldn’t help.

Megan’s mother had always taught her that if she was to follow her passions that she would be guided by the ever constant flow of intuitions and inspirations that were available to her. But as the days flew off the calendar, she found it more difficult to stay open and consciously present to the divine nature in all things. She didn’t realize that she wasn’t listening to her own inner voice and that she had unconsciously allowed her emotions to block the light. She grew more despondent and saddened with each passing day.

It was now nine days since they had heard from Bob and still no word. Not hearing anything from Bob, could only mean one thing to Megan, those pigs were destined for slaughter. She was confused about this for she knew that Bob was devoted to the welfare of all animals. How could he do this to her? Was the question she asked herself over and over again, not remembering that it wasn’t about her? However, sweet Galia was experiencing something else in her heart. Through sheer adversity, she had finally connected fully with her mother’s teachings and her brave heart strove to stay immersed in a constant state of gratefulness for whatever was unfolding in her life.

Galia had this niggling reoccurring idea that they needed to head home and she expressed this to her sister, much to her sister’s surprise and chagrin. But Megan in her confusion thought that Galia had given up and so she acquiesced to her sister. In low spirits, Megan began to pack their saddle bags for the long trip home. Timoth was so happy to be going home that he would give a little grunt and a squeal to indicate how happy he was. He playfully nudged and kissed Megan with his wet pink snout but it didn’t cheer Megan, it only reminded her of the unhappy fate of the other pigs

Megan was hanging out her washing on the line when from a distance; she spied a large truck pulling into the entrance of their farm where it stopped short. Galia began to run towards the truck. Two big burly men got out of the truck and stood there. They looked menacing. The last to get out of the truck was a man in a suit. He had a limp. He looked serious. He meant business. He reached into his coat pocket and began to pull out something. Time stood still for Megan as she watched Galia run faster toward the truck. The two burly men looked at each other and grinned. They turned and walked toward the truck doors and opened them.

Megan screamed out to Galia but she was too far away to hear her. Her heart beat faster. The hydraulic lift tailgate slowly lowered itself to the ground. The man with the limp had something in his hand. He aimed it at Galia. It was an old fashioned video camera. Galia flew straight into Bob Comet’s arms before running straight for the truck. Out of the truck the burly men assisted them, one by one. These pigs had never seen the light of day before and now squinted in the sunlight. The men tenderly lifted those who could not walk or were too sick into a large covered crate and assisted those who could out of the truck and onto soil for the very first time in their lives. Many of the poor animals tried to go back to the safety of the truck. It was such a scary and unknown place for beings that had been institutionalized for all of their lives.

All of the pigs were very scared of humans for they had been completely brutalized. They had never received a loving touch before now. The men however, were exquisitely tender with the pigs for they were part of a large animal rescue team. Delicious fruit treats were used to tenderly coax the more reluctant pigs out. Apples, banana's, watermelon and pears are what they liked best and they were scoffed with gusto. Some were eventually brave enough to explore the grass and the soil and the rocks and the bushes around them but for most, it would be a long rehabilitation process. Wobbly legs took a while to stabilize whilst a few of the pigs looked around them, sniffing at the fresh air, unable to comprehend what they were experiencing.