The Reed boat

Laurelle

The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.

Clustered reeds and rushes swayed the tall stems and the narrow leaves shimmered. I heard through the breeze "be still and she will sail past, the mist reveals all". Atop of the hour the wind changed direction bringing a variety of tiny warbling, singing and chirping birds. Hundreds of different coloured butterflies, grasshoppers, lady birds and dragon flies signalled the way at lightening speed as if they were conducting the performance on a different level. Higher above, two V formations of geese were circling and dropping small flowers, petals and vines along the river bank and upon the vessel.

The prow of an illuminated vessel emerged, revealing an elegantly curved figurehead clasped by bindings of long lengths of golden reeds bundled together with leather, rope bindings and decorative wrought iron rivets. The ship was measuring around 6-8 metres high adorned with dozens of different coloured ribbons, spinnin, streaming, twisting and shimmering in the breeze. The elegant curved neck of this golden stunning reed boat was decorated throughout with thousands of flowers, shells, feathers and ornamental crystals that shone prisms of light. The vessal was around 18-22 metres in length, no sails just a tiller far behind where I was to be transported.

The ship silently glided alongside, a gangway appeared I walked on board to my position alongside my companions, Jamais Vu and Dejahvuh as spirit led the way out of fear and confusion.

Onboard the reed Vessel we glided over the illuminated sunset horizon which was tinted the water orange and red. Sky sounds of thunder rhythms pulsate across our atmosphere rippling closer as we symbolled 10,000 light years a second.

I met Bjorn an elderly gent with thick brown and grey beard from Denmark, he is a time traveller and was once a king 27 hundred years ago. He told me there were many such vessels before the floods and no reed boats had ever been located, only the Scandinavian Viking ships are resurrected on this time zone.

I asked Bjorn were the Reed ships used as funeral rafts such as the Viking ships? I wondered did any survive in warmer climates? What of the reed boats coated in gypsum/clay /rocks that lay buried in water and the soil and that monumental burial chamber? No where close yet; Yes, He just sighed and smiled knowingly.

We sailed on through the marshland in golden mist and out onto the fjords of Norway. We entered dragons rest where the long tail dragons sleep after jumping island to island playing with the crows, whales and seabirds.

Bjorn requested permission from the Bonides for their data maps from ripple edge and blue shells from the Seabone islands. Just like the bones within us they are hidden and only felt or heard. I was looking forward to greeting the Bonides of Seabone Islands they are so old they conversed mind to mind long before we arrived.

They stood together on shore cloaked in black with welcoming little squinting eyes and smiles. They made all the sounds that old bones make, clicking, creaking and cracking and they didnt actually speak this was the language. The gathering at Citadel mountain by the Water Henge was discussed and confirmed. Source light transfers new planned energies between each inter galactic planetary body.

To be continued..