EDEN REVISITED.

On 3 June 2013 02:27, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

     EDEN REVISITED.

Round the long curve of corridor softly without echo.

High arched walls, ceiling, padded with soft leather-like sheen throughout.  Neutral tones, cork flooring good for bare feet.  With a lightness of gravity adding a spring to each step.   Passing by many equidistant sliding doors, pearlescent and enigmatic.

A left turn, opening into a vast high superstructure.

A huge streamlined starlit hall, softly lit also from below, so those in the balcony above can view the stars.  A gathering filled with the warmth of greetings and meetings, suspended somewhere among millions upon millions of stars.

Similar in some ways to an airport terminal, except for the awesome awareness that there is no ground anywhere nearby.  An upper semi-circular tier or deck, where people mingle among refreshment tables.

This place is huge, as if it was a palace built by giants.

People passing through en route, in a casual and leisurely fashion with no haste.

The various groups gathered in conversation display an intriguing diversity of colourful appearance.

Soft robes and casual wear far outweigh familiar dress.  Ethnic origin seeming to have as much to do with the rainbow, as any easily identified racial complexion.  But with some noticeably recurring items of adornment held in common.

Moving through, with two companions in the general direction of a gently sloping ramp.  Into a lower area with the typically curved corners.  Among a profusion of potted palms, semi-aquatic plants and extra large lily pads.  With a glimpse and flash of brightly coloured birds.

We find the suitably secluded canopied cubicle kiosks, bearing the recognizable symbol for 'TELEPAFONE', a wavy line between parentheses.

You sit on a soft seat and enter your connection.

From a round disc screen emerges a hologram, a life size facial projection of the recipient.  The process works both ways simultaneously.

This is not so much a technological electrical device however, as an area of magnetic sonic enhancement to amplify and direct natural telepathic attunement to any specific point, planetary or beyond.

Gazing momentarily as the successfully completed call, phases through introductory vistas and features of worlds unknown.  Star maps, diagrams, data of civilizations, returning to floor plans of "you are here, X.  With barely a flicker and into a soft fade.

         A BEAM-SHIP TRIP.

Out from under soft clouds.  In the cabin of a Bluebird disc.  Planet surface features flash into full focus.

Graceful concave arc into full fast forward.

Seated right behind the crew of three.  Two men and one woman, 'man' the crystal control desk.

A front row seat, nine other passengers behind.

The woman in turquoise, the men in metallic green.

Smooth loose clothing, rounded widow's peak skullcaps with headphones built in, hers sprouting wispish white blond hair.

Palms snug in the crystal gold-laced hand shape hollows.  Flickering neon bright fluorescent colours around the panel.  A faint static crackle of the inner ear in the sun-filled disc.  A violet to lilac tinge of sky to the far horizon in the panoramic forward crescent window.

Flashing out under billowing white cumulus into vivid light.  A silver craft  passes through swiftly on its return flight off to our right.  Acknowledged with a knowing amusement by the crew and a signal bright light on the panel.  Sidelong blue-eyed back glance from the woman pilot with a wry hint of humour.

Distant blue mountainous horizon line in the shimmering heat haze.  Cruising above rocky rust red desert turning to waving savannahs.  Wide salt flats where seabird flocks rise and settle like windblown blossoms.

Onwards over serpentine green winding waterways, fringed along its banks by ever expansive flourishing fertile forest.  Blossoming nut trees in full bloom, glimpses of scattered white domed dwellings dot the deep foliage below.

In the hot lilac blue, hallucinatory space flowers blossom.  An all pervasive inner knowing, that this bright realm, this sublimely timeless land, is bathed in health and peace, for the past thousand years and more.

                   A GARDEN PLANET.

Long silent avenues of huge high hedge windbreaks, extending over a rise beyond the field of vision.

Where bubble craft sail slow, some alighting like butterflies on the soft grass.

A quick flick of a hand held device, and the force field evaporates.  Setting the occupant lightly on solid ground.  That can only happen when in contact with the earth, fortunately.

Propulsion and guidance is by amplified modulation of magnetic fields via the small hand held device.

Ley lines and earth energy points play a part, as well as the compass points of the planet.

No need for parking spaces, just vapourize your vehicle.  The bubble of energy can be recreated when needed.  No costly material or spare parts to worry about.  Alight and exit through a gateway in the hedge.

Follow footpaths to cross over arched wooden bridges, that span the slow winding curves, all along the serpentine green nut forested waterways.

Clear emerald water such as can be seen in Provence.

Follow the paths through acres of aromatic orchards in blossom.  A maze of neat hedges and lawns, gardens of horticulture, permaculture, aquaculture.

No need of harsh roads and infrastructure, shops, schools, industry.  A culture of primarily, natural horticultural sciences.  Serving, both nutrition and medicine.  Cottage industries, arts, crafts, skills, researches.  The reverence for which, being its own firm spiritual foundation and discipline.

With the mild and settled climate most activity is outdoors.  There is a creative diversity of small and often temporary shelters used as meeting places, eating places for people on the land.  Functioning as extended families with no discrimination with regard to 'age.'

Ownership laws, monopoly rights, are unheard of here.  Being beyond collective memory and the end of 'the age of iron.'  Abundance abounds naturally, cultivated by the many for the shared experience itself.

Competition is unthinkable.  It is culturally known, that competition is dualistic, divisive and hierarchical, and hardly enhances voluntary co-operation.  There is no division between 'work' and leisurely social communication.  People naturally enjoy helping one another.

Clusters of domed forest dwellings, close to the earth.

Shared home schooling, including home medicine, crafts and skills, close to the earth and mostly outdoors or semi-outdoors.  No structures taller than the average tree, and no non-biodegradable inorganic synthetics.  With reverence for nature, styles of innovation tend toward ingenious rustic.

Hence no hierarchy of self proclaimed parasitic resident invaders, whose illusion of authority is nothing but brutality and greed.

           FLASH OF DEJA VU.

Continents can be traversed in comfort in no time.

Directed gravity craft transporters render roads obsolete.  Teleportation is well tested and refined, needing no large intrusive infrastructure.

Free energy is available to all, at zero expense of course.

Families and individuals like to use bubble craft locally.

Many people ride horses, the avenues are perfect for that.  But living in the midst of shared abundance there is hardly a need to walk very far, since what you may need is where you are.

In such a nature based culture of nurture, with no monopolist intruders to re-establish the crime of hierarchy, that lesson having been learned the hard way long ago, before the universal raise in awareness,

all people are freely encouraged to evolve in what they love.

Having the wisdom in common ('common sense') that to freely give from mutually created abundance, is to freely receive.  The only 'currency' being voluntary sharing among kin in the widest sense.  Coincidentally collective and inclusive of whatever small measure and no more exacted than giving a birthday gift to a friend.

To horde or monopolize being genetically considered to be an anomalous regression.  A rare condition commonly remedied by voluntary wise counsel and natural healing prompted perhaps by caring peer pressure.  To harm the natural balance of nature is universally known as not sane.  Living in the spirit of nurture, all are nurtured by the whole.

In the ancient texts and oral archives, this planet is sometimes said to have had many names.

Varying from tribe to tribe, language to language.

Some still refer to the planet as 'Edinia', or even 'Eden.'  While some call it 'Terra Nova', in whatever local tongue.

Rumour even has it, that long ago,
in terms of what was called 'history',

that it was once called 'Planet Earth.'~

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Rainbowmaker.~

art : Avenue of Light, martin law, September 2005

artwork, digital panplay, JUNE13 - wfp for moo

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Re: 'EDEN REVISITED'

On 29 May 2013 05:24, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

4.50 a.m.

~ Having just now completed and pre-edited, from memory, a total rewrite updated version of a 'thing' i wrote in around 1997 or so of a 'seemingly'* off planet nature.  The original i later threw away, tidying up my papers.  So it's now called EDEN REVISITED.

This version running to five pages.

The first version written subsequent to watching a bright golden light travel slowly and silently low behind the hill the whole length of the Borlin valley from Coomhola for possibly at least a minute.

Whatever it was it didn't look like anything i could think of, no flashing.  But sparked a fair bit of doodling and now this.  'Simply that.'

Except i watched another one from here maybe a couple of years ago.~

Earlier this evening i went through almost every article on the blog looking for that para starting, 'Soft music of the levitrain out across the hot sunny plains' etc flashing past fertile garden domed houses...distant blue shimmering mountain ranges... the 'people in robes of rose' and so forth, but didn't find it so totally rewrote it better. ... oh that's the hotwaterbottle calling me.  Gosh it's dawn!

On 2 June 2013 14:44 :

Have a possibly gestating notion to do a painting called 'A Bright Bubble' to go with text description of bubble sphere transport. Including an aerial view of the permacultural planetary vista.  Might be called 'Rainbow Bubble.' (more likely appropriate.)