For your thoughtful entertainment...
They say time is in a bottle, that's a different perspective. This is a theme viewed from the book, THE BOOK, and there are many to view however this is a favourite in my synchronicities.
Tis not only in names, but this is a special place in times. Here I viewed the Ages. Even as i write the book manifests itself around me, and so... as with any good book we become both the observer and the participant in the stories, themes, narratives, each and every one of them in our becomings.
And now, it is as if it were always there, a memory of experiencing...
...and i found myself in darkness, the only light being the The Book cast purely in consciousness. Golden threads of recurring theme showing a path through the pages of time and existence. To look is to become immersed.
But I pull back from viewing, thinking again of consequences if i write...
The book snaps shut, the consciousness of a dragon encircles it as if it were a binding lock as at the same time my own soul clenches the book tightly to my body...
NO! i say to would be thief...
then i hear her advice softly spoken, 'You're resisting'
Alright, okay... I'll share...
Again the book opens that we may see, and know, and become.
The pages turn in living experiences as we peer along the golden threads of the recurring themes... my old friend with whom my experience has shared in the beginnings, looks on in silent interest.
...and a child shall reach his hand into the nest of the viper and be not harmed...
In the beginnings, people, if we account for the innumerable types of them which have existed here on this particular time/space locus, were more kin to a mushroom or fungus than to our current carbon/flesh forms.
We are the Gad's, and they still do walk among us.
Fungus can grow to enormous sizes, and can be made to possess a wide variety of properties, including multidimensional characteristics...
And so as we peer into the book of living experiences we can see that the Gads created the earth first from a large living mushroom-like fungus. Spiked like a carrot top and a stem shaped in a similar form as we recognize the shape of mankind.
Through the process of fossilization the original earth core was easily fashioned to be as it is today.
Bunch of rocks.
Gold being of particular interest to the Gads and their ways.
The first human forms they created with the spark of soul and made from the primordial constitution of the earth were giant fungal-type flesh, and were found quite useful for the purpose of mining and resource extraction processes.
This however also included resource extraction from that human form itself.
Mineral absorbing into the fungal flesh.
Peering deeper into the pages and becoming engrossed into the golden threads of it's narrative, the pages begin to slow their turning and focus on a certain location.
A deep valley with a pleasant stream...
There is a child playing in the shallow river as it makes its musical sounds over the rocks. There is no vegetation anywhere to be found.
His mother calls to him from the shore, offering him some new form of delight.
It is from the original spiked flower of the original fungus that they and the planet were made from. It is a round mineral cake of many colours, made from the ancient but still edible fruit.
It contains the genetic code for infinite giantism.
The child will become a giant. The kind of giant that never stops growing.
This was forbidden by the Gads
The boy is one of the last children of their race, and he has eaten of the fruit of the tree of knowledge. He knows, and he questions.
His parents and the community try to keep him hidden from the Gads and anyone who would take advantage in the ongoing dramas over the pursuit of mineral extraction.
The boy likes to sit in the stream listening to the water. As it is in the nature of the Old Peoples he takes into his flesh the minerals in the water.
Because he has eaten of the fruit of the original living tree the minerals in the water begin to process within his body.
Soon his lower half appears as if he were wearing what we would recognize as a pair of golden trousers, among other unique features... such as crystal growths which might bring to mind our own modern teen-age affliction of skin blemishes.
THEY CALL IT 'NEW GOLD'
TO THE GADs
One day, as new things were happening and new things appearing all over the land;
plant life was beginning and with it new forms of life;
a long wiggling and undulating movement appeared on the water.
It circled around the child and paused momentarily at the edge of his golden exterior.
A narrowed slit appeared, then two gleaming points...
and it bit the child playing in the water.
The child felt no pain and nothing happened but for a silver streak ran up through the gold giving his upper body the hues of white metallic splendor.
The viper backed away, raised it's head and body from the water. The two locked gazes, a kind of silent knowing passed between them... the ancient agreement of acknowledging the life and presence of the the other. Life and presence that come from one and the same source.
The viper swam away and returned some time later with many more like it.
Circling as it did the first time it drove off any others that would approach to strike. After a time they would all circle in some orderly fashion, each in respect of the others.
The other people were all terrified. For them the bite was 100% fatal. None of the people would venture into the waters for fear their lives.
Things were changing rapidly. Roumers of far away tragedies appeared to be coming true, and closer to home.
Finally, one day the Gads came and they ordered that everyone report for final mineral extraction. Their bodies would be processed for metals and other rare compounds.
This was normal and accepted... except by those who had eaten from the living fruit of knowledge that came from the original tree.
Dutifully the child went with his parents to the final extraction event.
Drama soon unfolded, and while the proceedings took place and the boy became frustrated his mother's last words to him were, 'Don't wander off'.
Angry at what he was witnessing the golden child wandered off.
He knew there was nothing to go back to, the people would all be gone by the end of the day.
Knowing the Gads would come looking for his new gold he walked back up his favorite stream, visiting his favorite pools and wondering at the appearances of all the new forms of life.
Shortly before sunset the ground shook, the water rippled, and a long thundering boom rolled through the canyon walls.
Becoming agitated he began covering his body with layers of mud and debris from the banks of the river while thinking to himself that maybe the Gads would overlook him and go away.
Something passed over him, darting and crisscrossing over the land, up and down the streams, then flew away. He lay still for a long while on the banks of the river...
Then a voice from nearby, seeming out of nowhere.
'We can see you clear as day boy,
but they cant see you in that kind of muck. Lucky little mukker you are.
You're not the only one boy, and you cant hide from us anyway, first of all because of all that Gad damned gold, second because this is what we were made to do, and third because you're going to help save a lot more people just like you if you come with us and agree to help'
He got up and looked around for the voice and realized that there were a number of men on the shoreline covered in muck and **looking more like piles of rock and debris.
And so the child went with the people and they took him to the hidden Motherlode of Old and New Gold...
There is much more to the story, and im sure you can imagine, but for me it is already later than half past six in the morning... and the expanse of golden threads woven in themes kin to themes... after all... perhaps 40 winks and a nap... then pick up another nugget...