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.
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.~
