Between the Mantel and the Core of planet Earth, live a people that have been there for 27 Trillion years. They are called the Walkers. In our very popular “Game of Thrones” series that is airing all over the planet, these are a species of Zombie that live above the Wall in the North. There are humans that live there, but the White Walkers, have bright blue eyes, and live beyond death. Actually, death and sacrifice, is what makes them who they are.

But the truth to the matter, is that it is not about Ice or Isa. It is about Fire. The Walkers are people of the fire. My husband, whom I love dearly, is a descendant of these peoples, “The Last Walker”. His eyes shine bright blue. I have another friend whose eyes shine like diamonds, yet are blue, and we call him ‘Smoking Dave’. I am not sure about green-eyed people. They may be related, they may be the Fremen, a desert people from the surface, or another type of people that live beyond The Wall.

Stephen, my man, has had many nightmares during his life. One is that, at the end of the world, all of the people are dead, and their bodies are lined up, and he must catalogue and remember all of their names. A lucid dream that he has had, is that he spoke to the white goddess. He was not supposed to tell me that, and will not speak of his vision in full. Only, that she is the most frightening being that he has ever encountered. See, that is it. White fire is the hottest.

I speak with the earth. My eyes are brown, my hips wide. I am meant to be here in the forest, speaking to the trees. Steve speaks to, and protects the Spiders. I actually showered with a black widow female in my shower for many months, just to respect his desire to protect the Spiders in the Grainery (red tower), where a very special species of breeding bat live, and thus was our home for the first two and a half years we lived on Lopez Island (2007-2010). It is good to be home, and my language is that of the Trees and the Rocks. Do you have a language? Do you speak to Computers, Cars, People, Lizards, Cats, Bugs, Herbs? Respect your language. Find the root from where you and your being has emerged from this planet that we know very little about.

Remember, the more you know, the more you know you don’t know. It is always a ratio. Any yet, as you expand with your awareness; of yourself, of your nature, of your blood… I promise that you will find connection, belonging, and purpose right here, on this planet, which we call home.

Who, What, Where, When, Why, How and WHICH. [I am on a quest for a dictionary on the South End] 😉 

-For Urael, who caught me when I fell from Grace