Nathaniel Summers prided himself in knowing where God lived, ate and slept, such was his intention, eleven was old enough to know these things, and he took pride in telling everyone at school and everyone in the hospital in North Dakota where he lived with his mother, they all thought he was a nutcase.

His mother Milly worked in the ward for the incurables, far from town, and the bright lights, his mother would bathe and feed and inject all but seven of the sixty or so patients she was in charge of….her younger life had been one of torment and infinite chaos, at the tender age of 16, both a drunk and a druggy, she had given birth to a baby girl, and she had the child taken away from her, Milly had run away from the dark home life of  alcoholic parents,

Year's earlier, her dreams had disappeared very quickly, she could sing a great song, she just loved singing, she even joined a band and sang the blues, lived in the group van, got pregnant by Stu, the drummer, such was her fate, a beaten young woman, Milly would end up in New York at 19, still singing in any pick up band, touring, screwing around, heavy drugs, you name it, she did it, her slogan, “I’ll try anything twice”....

Milly even had a hit record, and made some serious money, but within 4 years, she was stripped and naked both mentally financially  and physically, she was put in the mental home -the one she still worked in, the one she gave birth to Nathaniel in, her dream world was here , right here in Goldstock Mental Home, North Dakota....

Most of the folks in the hospital were kinda normal in a strange sort of way....but they needed to be here, no question, there was a rumour, of some very strange folks who lived in the basement of this gothic place, they were just called the 'seven' -  the whereabouts of the seven was never talked about, but rumour was, they were tiny and 'elf' like) …very strange...

Nat’ would learn very early on, that speech was everything, a poem, a joke, a line from Hendrix, Shakespeare or Castaneda,  would calm even the most serious of crimes seen in this strange yet wonderful hell.  His main job after school was to clean the messes made by the 'crazies' as he would call them…toilets, playrooms…etc ... He never really minded the smell, it was the disinfectant he hated, he found it hard to swallow after an hour or so of work, so he would drink the whiskey he found in one the doctor’s rooms.  Doctors!!!, if you could call them that, were as mad as the rest of them, Nat’ thought, where in heaven's name was the truth to all this … who gives a damn about the damned … who????

It was this thought that preoccupied Nathaniel Summers almost every waking moment…another inmate Mamhood had told Nat about….the whereabouts of  the 'remembering gate'….the ''great divide'' , and why was it constantly closed to everyone except god…and maybe a few of the 'chosen'….and how Mamhood was instructed to find the 'gates' and help Nathaniel  to open them for everyone...OK, Mamhood Nat’ would always say ... “Oki' Doki' Mamhood....

Maybe it was his intuition or whatever you want to call it, but Nat’ knew a thing or two, it must have been around November of 1977, that it hit him squarely in the face, as you might say,  one of the folks in the hospital, ' Nodge' was his name,  well that was the name by his bed, 'Nodge Taylor', and who was as quiet as a mouse for all the years he had spent there…about six years it seemed, one morning suddenly jumped up ....and decided to sing all day, in a remarkable angelic high voice, he hardly took a breath, nearly seven hours none stop, and it wasn't as tho' he repeated himself, far from it….
This song had form, structure, and was amazingly tuneful, these are the remarks Nat’s mom had told him, for Nat had only witnessed the last couple of hours of the ''singing of 'Nodge'..''

…..it was in the twilight of a Friday evening that Nat’ sat down and tried to figure out the meaning of 'Nodge' and his songs - Nathaniel had long ago realized that his gift of 'daydreaming' was too much fun, he hardly ever got caught in school, his mom would slap in around the head now and again to sort of 'wake him up' boof.!!! ''Nat’,please come back from wherever you are and clean those baths properly, or I will have hell to pay" was the usual comment … well anyway, he had watched 'Nodge' from the other room a couple of times,  on his knees looking up to the ceiling , hands clasped together, whispering to someone, ‘up there'

Nat’ also realized that all the crazies weren't in the hospital, he felt almost everyday that some of his teachers, some neighbors, a few of the kids at school, could all be classed as a bit loony, but eh' what’s that famous saying , ''who has the keys to the prison, the inmates or the jailer etc.", well whatever, it simply meant , "you can't judge a book" etc. … ok, on with the tale…

So 'daydreaming' later that week,' Nodge' had appeared to Nat.

''Eh' eh', young boy, young boy, want to know something, eh', want to know stuff … let me say first and foremost, my words are clear, my conscience is clean as well, so watch this space…...at that moment in his dream, a strange circus of events took place….a small childlike being , spinning around and around came floating forward , Nat’,( who was sitting in a rocking chair, looked very withered and old)…

then and there four very slender beings came toward him holding a strange blue light, they folded the light around him, making him shudder with delight…..a choir of 'sound' started up, words of kindness rained down on the now vibrant head of Nathaniel, 'he of the dream people ', he heard them sing, "he of the dream people' "give hope, give hope" as they sang they placed 144 small golden stones around him on the floor......

Snap, he woke up, his mom's hand just missing him, "Nat just get on with it"…..
There and then Nat’ realized he had been wide awake, yet asleep or at least dreaming at the same time as being awake….he would never forget that dream...

Years passed,  and Nat’, was always willing and ready to enter into the 'dream-time' as he put it…sometimes for a whole day……
it was a few months after he had left school for good, he was 18, and his mother had got sick and quit her job,  Nat’ found himself on a train to a big city, looking for work, and whilst on that trip a strange yet wonderful encounter happened, sitting across from him was this nun, sleeping , nodding off, jolting, when woken by the shifting carriages,…smiling , mumbling, smiling, at Nat’ whispering what seemed to be nonsense, when all of a sudden she leaned over and asked Nat’ " you know ‘God’, you know where he lives don't you??' Tell me what do you see, what does ‘God’ look like.

It was at that precise moment that Nat’ saw the nuns ghostlike friends sitting around her, a dog at her feet, all of them smiling that great smile of innocence, "tell her', yes 'tell her', they shouted", the other two passengers were staring out the windows,........




"go on tell her we are all here"

Nat’ took a deep breath and said, ''your friends are here, your grandmother, and Jeffrey your youngest brother who died in the war, your dog Skushi is looking at you too, they are passed over, they are asking for your love…and stop worrying so much, ‘God’ loves you…Winifred,.
The nun looked confused yet not sad or fearful, just confused,
"who's there, you say,

"Nat’ spoke again, well, there's your sister's
Estelle, Niomi, Barbra and Tilly, they all want you to know they are heaven sent, and they watch over you…….and 'be not afraid'
……Nathaniel really couldn't believe his eyes and ears, and what in heaven’s name was he saying,………..the other passengers didn't blink, they didn't hear anything it seemed......

Nat had felt very dreamy, yet, had he spoken to 'ghosts', or spirit people, and even a dog, a dog!!……he jumped up and got into the corridor, put his head out of the window as the train whistle went screaming over his head…it's just like in the movies, he thought,….

Just one month later, he had found a job in Chicago, a cleaning job in one of the city’s radio/TV stations.
A job is a job is a job, he thought, most nights he would work, then early morning go back to his uncle jimmies  flat, sleep till noon then go out and about in the city, ....defiantly more crazy people here than anywhere…just the nature of things he thought……..it was on one of these walks he saw and fell heavily  in love with Sally, the nanny,

Yes , that's right, Sally the nanny, he saw her with these 2 kids almost everyday in the park,
from then on…..a casual smile, to a wave, to a 'good day', to a 'hello my name is Nathaniel'
it took almost 3 months before they sat down and spoke, she was from farm people up north, part Cherokee part Italian, part gypsy….Nat’ was in love,

getting a better job was part of his everyday dreaming, …


to this day he could never remember how he got the job, one minute cleaning the damn kitchens, the next he's helping the electrician with the sound system in the tv studio............then one day he's holding the microphone for the ' star of the show' Daniel Webster', M.C., smart yet cocky Norwegian , Daniel Floogle, his real name, had helped the TV' station get going with his father’s money, so they owed him a show, if you want to call it that, what the show consisted of, was , giving away money to old folks, by way of a spinning a letter machine, as the letters came up so did the dollar amount, if the old geezers could guess the phrase or saying, ‘bang' they got the doe-rae-me ... simple as that…….

        
Nat would eventually hate the show, but for now, he was transfixed , he was in show biz…he could afford his own car,  rent-a-wreck, but still a moving wreck….an apartment, after a year, he even asked Sally to marry him, she did say yes, wow!!!!  This is the best dream ever, they had kids almost before he had time to breath, and there he was, a technician at one of the smallest TV' stations in the Chicago, he was 23 years old, and excited about everything, then 'bam' as in bamboozled, ;'bam,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the story goes , he was on the set, Dan the 'spin-master,' ...as he was now known, was grabbing the mike, one of the tech's had spilt tea or something wet on the mike, and 'woosh'…Daniel Floogle, bless him was dead as a door nail,(what does that mean??),dead as a door nail, well anyway, the show was live, the producers freaking out, what to do??? What to do???…

So in steps Nathaniel, holding a new mike, the other one blew up … in he steps, and starts the show in front of the studio techs, the producer, etc., as tho' he was made for the job…..

"Welcome to another afternoon fun with the Big Spinner….the 'Money Spinner Show"…sorry about the mishap, let's get on with the show folks...….

      He was a hit, well he saved the day anyway, but Nat felt as if all his life had led up to this moment…….

.......Sally was over the moon, he got more money, a new car, even a bigger place to live……..
Luck was surely on his side, but stranger things were about to happen, Nat started to daydream more often than usual, mostly at work, ... And he started to talk to people in the studio who weren't even there, he even did it a couple of times on the air, during a show…….the producer, Dominic White, had often wondered how Nat had so easily jumpt in to help on that fateful day, many moons ago…..
………., Mr. White  had spent a lot of money, (other people’s money),creating 'his' show, creating a network of friends for years, and here was this guy, speaking in tongues right in front of him, yes 'tongues', for that's what he heard Nathaniel Summers doing that strange yet fateful Friday afternoon…….

It was only a matter of time that Dominic spoke to Nat about things - 'so how’s it going’, etc…usual stuff, it was while Nat was enjoying a break, he said he was fine, very happy the way things had turned out,……but what's with your mad sightseeing Nat????, Nat had never thought about his semi madness as something anyone could see, so it kinda jolted him to be questioned…….'oh, that'…well Dom, it's hard to explain,''…go on'' said Dominic ,''try me''…….

Here's what he said………….
When I was around 11, I think I spoke to ‘God’ almost everyday, I honestly thought everyone did, I visited him in this place my mom worked…..


.....well I worked there as well……..and ‘God’ had said to me
your gift is a natural one, you can if you want,  speak,  hear and even see spirits, they’re all around, don't you know…….I see them almost all the time, in fact Dom, some old geezer is here, and he says, Domingo, my son''……"wait wait wait," Dom shouted, "not interested, don't even think about it, your’re screwed and in fact I'm not sure you can keep this shit going on me;'''

              ' wait a minute, you can see my father,???, yes!!!…well tell him stay out of my life, he was always in my effing way, tell him to stay out of it this time….ok……ok,
ok,…calm down Dom,..
         But I do have an idea…Nat, when your with these old fuddy-duddies on the show, do you ever see their spirit friends….???
            Oh ya, many times, they usually have a lot of fun, watching them loose, and even fix the wheel, but i've never let on at all…….


Well all that had to change,  Dominic white could see his future very clearly, and it had a lot to do with 'channeling', yes the 'channeling game 'and making millions and Nat was the perfect host……


2 months later....TV announcer………
"so here we are 'present day people,' it's the first of what we hope will be many spiritual charged  shows, dedicated to people of all ages, getting in touch with old friends, loved ones, even pets & animals, all who have passed over,…..we call it the , ''Passover show''……….here he is , the star of the show. Nathaniel Summers, ……………
……he is about to become a different kind of star…..

End of part one

TV announcer

''Welcome'' welcome'', here we are at the seventieth show , we've had miracle upon miracle, tears enough to fill the ocean, whenever the show starts, there are anxious folks out there, waiting for Nat to appear and bring them into contact with their loved ones,.''

the only problem is , the more Nathaniel  does this, the more he is losing touch with reality, it has all become a strange place to live for Nat, who is alive who is dead….he is treated like a super-star…a ‘God’ in fact, for no matter where he goes , there are people asking him for help, in fact he has even started wearing disguises, but even then he's found out.

He's started making it up as he goes along, just by judging what the person says, creating what the person wants to hear, he's started to be able to guess names, how the spirit looks, height, weight, facial, etc, mostly because of what the person is saying , in a way it has all become a joke to him, very unfair and unreal, the drugs aren’t helping either..........
      But  was it even real in the first place, did Nat just come up with all this, first for fun, then for the interest, then of course for the money, the gig, the stardom……is Nathaniel was losing it..???

That's when the sleeplessness came, the waking nightmares, in the daytime as well, energy sucking day-nightmares ,,, fear-driven conversations with his dead mother and her wild amazing 'demons'……right there in front of him…….yet somehow Nat was able to keep everything under control, he had the secret 'booze & drugs', nobody knew what he was going through, it all became a ghastly 'joke'….a living horror, a story with no ending, and no help, and no mercy……..

It was Elizabeth his oldest daughter, now 4, who seemed to understand him the most, she would tell him silly stuff, make him laugh, tell him stories, and how she really had only just left the real heaven, were she would sail her 'dreamships' almost everyday, and how the meadows would last forever and ever….and tell him how she would eventually try to save him!!!!!………..

Deeper and deeper Nat’s world dissolved into chaos, brought on by fame, fortune, and a nagging feeling he was becoming a total joke to everyone around him, even himself, of course Sally loved him to death, so there was none of that disharmony at home, it was as if he led a double life completely, or even a triple life, if that's possible, such was this craziness that surrounded him, yet at home, all was well.

Unfortunately, being home became more and more difficult, Nat had to do meetings with producers, corporate folks and fans all around the other cities were his show was seen, in order to keep up the ratings, money had gotten hold of everything around him, to the point, that he started to mistrust Dominic White, who now managed his total world, and was always talking with Sally about things??…

It was on one of these trips that it happened, as usual he did his show, in front of a live audience, after  he did his 'meet and greet', there in the backstage, he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a dark looking' hood' covered 'hobgoblin', he could smell it , so vile and freaky, with blood red eyes, and fangs coming out the side of its mouth…..not just a demon, he was pretty used to them, and could scare them away with a look, no! This was on a different level altogether…….the crowd scattered, ‘my God' thought Nat’ they can't see this monster, but they sense something is up!!!

It took him by surprise as it jumped on him, grabbing him by the neck, and with arms flailing Nat tried to scream, nobody was there, he watched himself from above, as the beast dragged his body away into a dark corner, scrape open the wall like paper, then gone!!!, totally gone………yet there was Nathaniel, floating around the room, almost being pushed by a strange wind, he passed through another wall as though it wasn't there, it was then he realized he was physically dead, and he was himself in spirit form,…..
......he spent the next moments looking for anyone, someone, anyone, even anything…but hell no, he was in limbo…………

               Word of this strange event got around very fast ....Nat was missing, his body never found, his family in mourning, yet hopeful that he was lost somewhere, and would be found and brought back safely…Sally was in deep depression, Dominic was always around, helping....


Stories do get out of hand, it was said that Dominic White had organized the all thing as a publicity stunt…….these things change hands verbally, to the point, Nathaniel Summers had met his maker, and he would return like Christ, in a second coming.

His fans were delirious, he was the son of all gods , he was and is the savior.…..we will wait and be ready for his return the letters said , thousands of them, everyday, as each week came and time passed, the letters got less and less, that within 6 months, he was all but forgotten,,…………..

            Illness comes when least expected, Tracy the youngest of Nat and Sally's union, just up and got sick one morning, Sally, who was the perfect mother was sick as well with fever for almost a week, then disaster, Tracy went into a coma……the doctors were baffled from the word go???
Were had this come from, nobody knew, Nat’ had been ill only once on his touring, only once, it was a fever he got from eating something in N'Orleans, he remembered telling Sally about it….he'd even gotten a rash of sorts, but Sally never put two and two together...

Four years went by , and out of the blue, totally out of the blue...a phone call, a sudden wrench of discovery 'Nat’ was alive...yes alive!!!!
   Four years after that strange event with the red eyed monster, as Nat would laughingly call it, yet underneath he was still freaked out, he had got himself free and in touch with reality...


(  the police found him holding on to a tree in Venice Park, Nat would never been the same)…but on the surface, nothing really could faze him, not until that moment when he arrived home to see Tracy in a coma..., Tracy, oh, Tracy, please get well, my god , my god, please help, he whispered to himself over and over again, n' then it happened he was in 'tongues' again, on his knees, chanting , pleading, take me, take me,……take me………………

How am I to know, Nathaniel said, with his sad eyes, how am I to know these things Sally…..
It was 2 weeks later that they lost Tracy….

A year went by, .now, how can I even think about doing all that stuff again, Nat’ thought, I know we need to live, we need to eat…we could go to another country, but damn, someone would remember, and that's when it hit him…the 'remembering gate'

Sally, Sally Nat shouted from the bed.... There is a 'remembering gate', crazy Mamhood would say it, and  would tell of this place, remember, back in the days when I was a slave to mom at the hospital, back when I  knew where God lived, where he ate and slept, back in the days were I once believed, were I was alive and  had no concept of the powers of the big world out there………
…….how to find that place , that is the question…in fact that is the answer, he thought………………

A perfect place to start was to retrace in human steps, back to his days of 'meditation', for in spirit there is no better place to get things done, Nat found a place in the back garage where he knew he would be quite and safe….he laid a small carpet down, near a tiny window, there, he sat for hours on end , eyes closed, saying a mantra, one that he remembered from 'Mamhood'………it went like this……'Oh holy lamb . Oh holy light of all that is, show me the way, in my darkest day, oh holy lamb''.  Over and over for hours on end he sat and waited for a sign….

Sally was beside herself with worry, loving him and feeding him, yet terrified, of what he was becoming…….Elizabeth was resigned to watch these events take place , with a resolve not to get involved 'yet'………….

Sally spent time singing her own mantra, her own secret meditations………..days passed, months, ...…………
'Timelessness'……well that's what seemed to be ……..it was just like time standing still……
then out of the blue, Elizabeth came to her father with a gift, he was sitting in his place by the small window, deep in trance, she touched his feet and saying with love and devotion.

'Today is the beginning of the rest of your life,' don't waste another minute, please go back to the healing work, please daddy, please, go back to your own 'remembering gate', and open it up and see who will come through…

       As if in a spell, Nat’ got up , smiled at his daughter, walked out to the wide world, walked toward the main street …..he started to run slowly yet strongly toward the places he knew needed him….
As he opened the door to the TV station, Dominic said,' eh, Nat, where were you , the next show is just about to begin, we were very worried about you … you’ve been gone almost 3 hours, we need to get you to makeup, come on Nat’ this is going to work you know….these people want you to help them find the truth to life, I know you don't have all the answers, but eh! Who does???????''

Nathaniel Summers made a phone call, before anything else, "Sally, Sally, how are you,….is Tracy ok!!, amazing, amazing,…tell her I love her, and Elizabeth, tell her, she's just the best..ok, I love you…………"
it was about halfway thru' the show, he was introducing a elderly lady to her long lost sister, that Nat’ began to sweat, and get a strange feeling that all was not well, "not again"…he demanded, who is it this time…
out of the corner of his eye, he could see his mom, "not now, Mom", " not now"………….

Nathaniel Summers was taken shaking and very disturbed from the set, much to amazement of Dom, the producer, the technicians, and most of all his fans, for it wasn't his mom or anyone that was taking him that anyone knew, it was Mamhood, Mamhood  had the letters, he had the map, all he wanted was to find ‘God’ again, and Nat’ knew, yes Nat’ knew where he was, what he ate, and were he slept…………
 
It happened in an instant, here, hold the gun Nathaniel Summers, you hold the gun for godsake, they were both on the platform, people were screaming……..he's got a gun, police everywhere, before you knew it ….Nat and Mamhood, were beaten up and put behind bars, not just downtown but up state, they were given 7 years each for possessing a dangerous weapon, shooting at police and running from the scene of a crime … talk about a mood shift………prison nation, the world according to power, both the inmates and the police….a world were to survive, you have to die inside everyday…..and your soul is never the same, until…

.......all was not well with Nat’,  not only did he have to share a cage with 3 wild guys, who spent the days cursing and biting each other, they stayed away from Nat’, he knew how to act the crazies, he knew what buttons to press, but these guys just didn't get it, they talked and grumbled their way through every day….talking about how they were 'gonna break out', one fine day……….hell! Breaking out was the last thing these dummies were gonna do, thought Nat’ as month's passed, after a while, he started to see spirits of former inmates, talk about 'crazies', these jokers were sentenced for eternity, it was indeed one of them that spotted Nat’, laughing  saying 'what you looking at you damn fool', even though no-one could hear the spirits, they could hear Nat’ chattering away most of the night, then during the day…talking about murders, jobs they'd done…prisoners who were screwed…everyone around Nat’ just thought he was 'cuckoo'… well there was Nat’ being weird as usual one night, and so was the chef, man the food was good that night, strangely good….but that night, that very night………by midnight, shitsville, everyone had to shit…it was amazing, the grunting the groaning, talk about the 'runs', man it was as if the chef was out to rid everyone of somethin'….he must have had it in for whole penal system, …they all finished up in the nearby hospital, not enough room at the prison……and Nat’ knew his way around hospitals for sure…..skip and a jump he was out in the street, easy as that…...boom!!!

Two weeks later he turns up at his old apartment, it's a late rainy evening and he looks through the window and see's Sally singing to herself, with Dominic White of all people , sitting and drinking, 'n' sort of goofing around in front of the fire, the kids are upstairs asleep.....

Nat’ freaks out on Dom, ''how the hell''' ''what's!!!! Going on???''.......Sticks a poker in his chest, and runs out into the pouring rain, shouting 'Mamhood' you bastard, 'Mamhood' were is God when you need him……..slipping on the corner he hits a speeding car full on….he bounces of the road, lying there, he hears voices, ''quick Ethel, my God he's ok, grab his feet, we'll take him to the emergency, ''come on George open the car door'' shouts Ethel,







(well as it would happen 'Ethel and George Taylor' used to see Nathiel’s show on TV,) then Ethel says, look it's Nathaniel Summers for God’s sake, look………..George thinks twice about things, n' thinks, I know, we'll take him home, he doesn't look too bad, look he's coming round….'hi, .Nat’…..hang tough we'll get you home, no kidding…

....... When they got him home, they sat him down ,''Nat, are you ok Nat???''',, Would you believe this, we've been watching you from afar, on TV and such , we knew you used to live around here years ago, , we wanted to meet you, now here you are, 'are you ok Nat????'

Nat stares at them sort of groggy like, ''you will find out" , said George, “you won't believe this, but you remember 'Nodge' ??? Well he is our son, he gave us these papers for you, in our care, that was the last time we saw him…
We found out where you were living , and it was only a matter of time that we would bump into you,( as it were) and get this opportunity to talk to you…….so here you are Nat’……these are the letters from Nodge' our lovely boy'...he said you would understand...''take care of them'''  'n' give sweet Nodge our love when you see him..
…..
      ….hours later, on a train south,  Nathaniel opened the letters,
they were more than letters really, more like diagrams…and about 144 special stones and songs, in some form of code'.144, the power of 'light'???????

       It seemed that Nodge' had also met with ‘God’ many times , in those far off days back when Nat was just 11 years old………and now Nat’ knew what he had to do…….try to understand and learn the 144 songs, the ones that 'Nodge' had sung all day so many years ago, for a whole day it seemed …
….. For in the paper's were the whereabouts of the "book of healing stones" , that held the words and explanation of what the sacred songs can do……and lead you toward the "remembering gate"

it was only two days later, that  Nat’ found 'Nodge' still in the same ward of the same hospital, smiling that same smile , he was thinner and more alert than Nathaniel remembered him,
        'Hi Nat’, are we ready, well let’s get going…he whispered …these were his only words he'd ever spoke to Nat…ever…….

We will meet the seven, Nat was instantly scared out of his wit's end,(whatever that means)….the seven, his mother had told him, were the craziest of the crazies, locked away in the darkest place available, we will meet the seven, and learn about your ability to see',….that's all Nat’,  don't be scared, I’m not…….

With that they sped on down the stairs, past the kitchens, into the dark place, the storage rooms..and beyond, here we are Nodge' said, here they are……and there, through the dim light sat seven tiny people, all female , each one maybe a foot high, sitting around a round table playing with a dozen or more green/blue and orange translucent dices, stacking them one by one, whilst singing a beautiful chant-like song…

'Here she is'' shouted Nodge very proudly, here she is…..none of them turned around, or missed a beat, they were so intent on the game , a few minutes went by, and Nat’ could see much better now, these beings were dressed in the finest of clothes, green and gold and purple……'why were they here'??? You might ask, very simple,'' said  Nodge', they are the gatekeepers…at that moment, the seven turned around and, shouting a chant so loud, almost deafening…. They, as one, collapsed on the floor laughing, then they all said, ''be gone'', you have work to do……

jumping on the freight train that stormy night was a revelation to both of Nodge and Nat’, even the rat-a-tat-tat, of the railroad was in time with the rhythm of the song they both started to sing……
how do we know when to stop, shouted Nat’,…..oh! We stop when we fall to the ground, sang 'Nodge'……such was the energy of the music, and the songs…………144 songs of healing, each one a remembrance of love of light….

It was seven perfect hours later they stopped, in that perfect space, that perfect dream, that perfect place, is where they stopped,

then the 'lament’ came….a choir of the divine sang to them……

'''not so long ago,
i thought I heard a melody,
the song they were singing
came clearer each time,
not so long ago a choir from the 'infinite'
would sing me this message of love in the air...'''
  
   .''''....give hope, give hope, give hope.....'''


        You see, Nathaniel's mom Milly, had left a trail for Nat’ to follow, to show him that nothing really matters, nothing really happens, all is an illusion, when all said and done……Nat’s children would live a happier life, knowing they had time with their father,….all the time in the world, Sally would always be better off for knowing Nat’, as was everyone who came close to him….for indeed he was a heavenly soul…. And a conduit to the divine, he had always opened the "remembering gate" for one and all...

So here we are at the beginning of 2008 , aligned with the star systems of Adropode, the 18th of January will be the day the 'book of healing song-stones is found'....

For in the months that will follow all of these events...singing the 144 songs will become legend, it will become a worldwide event, sung in all languages, for all people, the songs will become the framework for the elevation of all consciousness……



Jon Anderson - 2008