I was in the barn doing a light workout when I heard then smelled her. She was sitting in the center of the opening of one half of the swinging barn door. Just sitting there panting, enormous, snow white, not one iota of threat being expressed or sensed.

  I said, ‘Hey Ghost’ but then ‘Nimba’, remembering. She was beautiful, a living relic of the past. What else are they concocting in their labs.

  After ten minutes that felt like a day and also nothing, she slowly came over and sniffed me then lay down next to the bench, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I got up, went and got the bowl of beef I’d prepared last night from the packets and brought it out to the barn, placing it near the door.

  Fubar, of course, was sitting not too far from her, ears up, eyes wide open, waiting for her to wake up. We sat there for an hour just taking in her magnificence. I’d heard of some lab resurrecting the Dire Wolf years ago, then the project had been forced to shut down with cuts in funding and ethical considerations. I doubt if any of that’s true anymore. So, not too surprised but in awe, feet away. She finally opened her eyes, looked at me, looked at Fubar for a little longer, moved her head around sniffing, locating the source of the food, got up, went over, ate it in two bites and lopped out towards the woods.

  I had a visceral reaction to her, close to an instant bonding that erased any fear, putting me at ease with her and picking up things that at first thought was imagination but soon understood that we had shared on a deeper level. I know her name is Nimba but I'll call her Nebula. I believe she's good with that.

  Haven’t seen her since. I can’t see me letting her into the house but certainly, the barn. So I’ve left one side of the door open if she needs shelter. Ordered more freeze dried meat and wolf food and if not dog food.

  The main thing is getting everything planted now, finishing fixing the basement stairs and putting up trellises for climbing things. I wish I had a freezer to store vegetables! Since I don’t, I’ve been concentrating on root vegys. The vegys I got a few weeks ago that I started in trays in the teepee greenhouse are all over three feet with tons of buds, entangled with everything else in the labyrinth. The Jack in the bean stalk super beans are so prolific that I’ve created drying racks and have so far dried and put way three pounds and counting! With a new locus community nearby, we can divide up the work of growing food and storing it. They can help me finish the root cellar, the labyrinth, build nests and share meals.

  I’ve been thinking a lot about those lucid dreams of me being a little girl on the farm with my parents and now others unknown to me, so found the piece that Bobby wrote about dreams.

  ‘The lucid Karmic dreams from unlocked memories of past lives that occurred at pivotal moments of misplaced power and knowledge of mostly ones paternal lineage are recollections as they occurred that caused maladaptive knots that bent the natural flow of energy causing a waver or distortion in the karmic field. If not addressed, they are passed on, eventually manifesting in dangerous conflagrations that at times can realign geopolitical power.

  During the first six months, its necessary that the darker side of human behavior caused from sabotaged code is brought to light and erased as an aberration. It’s not your fault, get rid of it, its only a drain and will slow the other from revealing itself.

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  ‘Those recollections of critical moments in your ancestors lives that weren’t resolved continue to influence as never ending ripples through your human history. Because they didn’t receive the third strand, distortions continued throughout time with no way to correct them.

  With the triggering of the implant, the correction begins. Karma is the response to unresolved issues. The ‘volver has no distortions and receives has no Karmic lessons to learn, yet holds the memory of the personality to access until there is a singular moment when both become one.

  ‘The Lucid recollections of ancient memory from a time before this time, are part of an organic implant put in as a fix for their original catastrophic miscalculation that retarded the growth of the third strand, the cosmic strand that binds with the two, creating a universal being that transcends planetary boundaries. Up until now, its been dormant waiting for the sophistication of human genetic coding to be fully understood. The unintended consequence of certain genetic trials has triggered the implant.

  Comparing my experience with his, as I’ve reported prior, the effects of the super saliva are much slower than his, issues from my past as well as from my inherited past, slow to resolve themselves. For instance, holding onto jealousy I always believed was just naturally baked in to the feminine psyche or holding onto anger serves no purpose other keeping me in density, creating unnecessary obstacles for the free flow of energy. Much more on this incredible thing, one’s own conscious awareness of ones on-going evolution. My old human would scream, ‘WHAT A FRIGGIN TRIP!’

  I’ve begun to spend time in the house, getting ready for the Mayan who will live here. They can have the two bedrooms and audrey while I use the futon. Maybe they will all want to live at the tree locus.

  We heated with gas that came with the purchase until it quit then fixed the chimney and tried to clean it with a broom wrapped in an old damp sheet. A lot of laughs and a lot of the soot on us, but never used it due mainly to the warmer weather. Now, I’d like it on some nights plus its always made me remember curling up on the rug in front of the stone fireplace at my parents, sometimes my mother reading me a story.

  Bobby had a chain saw but there’s no gas, so I took the pruning saw and wheelbarrow and went out to the good woods to find fallen dead stuff. I got enough, mostly large branch pieces to fill the hoop thing that was supposed to hold cord wood and had the first fire here last night. Yes, there’s a flue and needs work but I got it cranked to the right position and glory be, only a little smoke before the wonderful, crackling fire for close to an hour, me feeding it while reading next to it with Fubar not quit trusting it at first then cozying up on my lap.

  Now I have to find bigger pieces so the fire lasts longer and doesn’t spark so much. I’ll make that something I do all the time and stack it all in one corner of the barn. There’s a pile of it outside but mostly rotten. It requires different muscles then gardening so the work is a benefit which I enjoy doing. Also its clearing the dead stuff which contributes to the spread of fires.

  A week of random thoughts, growing excitement of leaving a singular life to one of a collective where sharing in this experiment of restoration, is just finding its new legs and souls. The Guardian training lasts until the collective becomes intimately familiar with their biome, finds consensus telepathically on any issue arising and understands the technology made available.

  Freddie told me where the noises I’ve heard are coming but not what, leaving that as a surprise, so tomorrow I’m going to go and look.