Post by lunaria on Apr 5, 2006 10:05:04 GMT -5
Memories Of The Future
by Lila May Guptill (Lunaria)
Night is falling. The wind is blowing fiercely through the bare branches of the trees as if to make sure not one leaf is left. The smell of winter is in the air. I am thinking it was good to harvest all the herbs and stock my medicine cupboard. Soon snow will cover all the plants. I am walking alone down the dirt road that leads to my cabin. It is nestled deep in the woods. I don't feel much like being near people right now.
I have enough wood chopped and in the shed to last for the winter and then some.
I shall be warm this winter. There are jars and jars of food canned and stocked in my pantry. My garden yielded more than enough. It was a good year.
I am nearing my cabin now. It stands under a 200 year old Rowan tree that is knurled from age.
The year is 1625AD. I am May Gorey. I have lived for twenty years. I came from Ireland when just a baby. My parents are dead. Killed by the ones that rule this part of the earth. I am a pagan, but I keep it a secret, not wanting to fall into the same fate as my parents.
I was left alone fairly young. My parents taught me well so it was easy to survive without them. I got used to being alone and made friends with the animals that make their home in the woods with me.
Now I enter my cabin. It is cold and dark. I light some candles and make a fire in the hearth. The iron pot that hangs over the hearth serves to warm my food.
I am hungry tonight and I choose some food from my pantry and warm it in the iron pot. It tastes very good and satisfies me completely. After my supper I sit by the fire and watch the flames dance. Eventually I start nodding off so I put on my night shirt and lay on my bed. It has a straw mattress and is quite comfortable considering.
Soon I am sleeping soundly. I am awakened by a voice calling to me. "May, May Gorey." I sit up in bed. The voice continues... " Come out side. It is time to go."
Go? Go where, I think to myself. I walk out side. The air is chilling.
"Step into the beam, May." The beam, I think to myself. Oh there it is.
I step into the beam and slowly I am lifted into the star ship that hovers above my house.
Now I remember. It is the last birth throws of mother earth. I am of the first wave of volunteers. I have been in earth embodiment for four and a half billion years.
I chose to live in the 1600's in this last lifetime because it suited me.
Now I am being lifted to finish the last changes to my body. My body has been worked on all of this life to change it slowly into what the creator wanted humans to look like.
The interlopers came and changed the creators blueprint and mixed the human with simian. So now the human body has hair where it shouldn't be. Also our eyes are small and round like a simian's eyes. But all that will change as we are turned back into our real form.
I am to be changed first because I am a first waver. There are only 6 million of us on this time line. This timeline is going to Terra. Terra is the new earth's name when she is born. There are 11 more timelines and the ppl on them will be going to other destinations. Everyone has to be off earth so she can lie fallow and heal. But I am only concerned with my timeline.
I will be helping the second wave of volunteers when I am changed back into what I am suppose to be.
I am in the ship now. I am taken to a room and I lay on a table. I will be put to sleep and they tell me when I awaken I will be changed.
I awaken and look in the mirror. I am a beautiful Goddess with long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a beautiful body.
This is the way the creator wanted the human to look. But as I said before the interlopers came and changed it. But now I am back the way the creator planned.
I go to the ships window and look down on Mother Earth. It will be eight years before I will go down and help the third wave into the ships. We will be hidden away in the ships until then.
Now all is peaceful as we go about the ship and do our duties and learn more.
This story has to wait now 'til the rest of what is to happen to Earth unfolds.
I hope I will be able to come and finish it for you. I will have access to the ships computers, but I don't know if I will be able to finish this story.
You see the internet will go down in a few years so everything will be lost. But I will try to keep you informed as long as I can.
Lunaria signing off.
Copyright © 2004 Lila May Guptill (Lunaria)
by Lila May Guptill (Lunaria)
Night is falling. The wind is blowing fiercely through the bare branches of the trees as if to make sure not one leaf is left. The smell of winter is in the air. I am thinking it was good to harvest all the herbs and stock my medicine cupboard. Soon snow will cover all the plants. I am walking alone down the dirt road that leads to my cabin. It is nestled deep in the woods. I don't feel much like being near people right now.
I have enough wood chopped and in the shed to last for the winter and then some.
I shall be warm this winter. There are jars and jars of food canned and stocked in my pantry. My garden yielded more than enough. It was a good year.
I am nearing my cabin now. It stands under a 200 year old Rowan tree that is knurled from age.
The year is 1625AD. I am May Gorey. I have lived for twenty years. I came from Ireland when just a baby. My parents are dead. Killed by the ones that rule this part of the earth. I am a pagan, but I keep it a secret, not wanting to fall into the same fate as my parents.
I was left alone fairly young. My parents taught me well so it was easy to survive without them. I got used to being alone and made friends with the animals that make their home in the woods with me.
Now I enter my cabin. It is cold and dark. I light some candles and make a fire in the hearth. The iron pot that hangs over the hearth serves to warm my food.
I am hungry tonight and I choose some food from my pantry and warm it in the iron pot. It tastes very good and satisfies me completely. After my supper I sit by the fire and watch the flames dance. Eventually I start nodding off so I put on my night shirt and lay on my bed. It has a straw mattress and is quite comfortable considering.
Soon I am sleeping soundly. I am awakened by a voice calling to me. "May, May Gorey." I sit up in bed. The voice continues... " Come out side. It is time to go."
Go? Go where, I think to myself. I walk out side. The air is chilling.
"Step into the beam, May." The beam, I think to myself. Oh there it is.
I step into the beam and slowly I am lifted into the star ship that hovers above my house.
Now I remember. It is the last birth throws of mother earth. I am of the first wave of volunteers. I have been in earth embodiment for four and a half billion years.
I chose to live in the 1600's in this last lifetime because it suited me.
Now I am being lifted to finish the last changes to my body. My body has been worked on all of this life to change it slowly into what the creator wanted humans to look like.
The interlopers came and changed the creators blueprint and mixed the human with simian. So now the human body has hair where it shouldn't be. Also our eyes are small and round like a simian's eyes. But all that will change as we are turned back into our real form.
I am to be changed first because I am a first waver. There are only 6 million of us on this time line. This timeline is going to Terra. Terra is the new earth's name when she is born. There are 11 more timelines and the ppl on them will be going to other destinations. Everyone has to be off earth so she can lie fallow and heal. But I am only concerned with my timeline.
I will be helping the second wave of volunteers when I am changed back into what I am suppose to be.
I am in the ship now. I am taken to a room and I lay on a table. I will be put to sleep and they tell me when I awaken I will be changed.
I awaken and look in the mirror. I am a beautiful Goddess with long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a beautiful body.
This is the way the creator wanted the human to look. But as I said before the interlopers came and changed it. But now I am back the way the creator planned.
I go to the ships window and look down on Mother Earth. It will be eight years before I will go down and help the third wave into the ships. We will be hidden away in the ships until then.
Now all is peaceful as we go about the ship and do our duties and learn more.
This story has to wait now 'til the rest of what is to happen to Earth unfolds.
I hope I will be able to come and finish it for you. I will have access to the ships computers, but I don't know if I will be able to finish this story.
You see the internet will go down in a few years so everything will be lost. But I will try to keep you informed as long as I can.
Lunaria signing off.
Copyright © 2004 Lila May Guptill (Lunaria)