The Adventures of Golinda and Gallopatrot

Once upon a time, many years ago in a land far away, a child lay in bed, listening to the adventures of Enkidu and Gilgamesh. Mother read, “ They cut a tunnel through the sacred cedar woods that span 10, 000 leagues. They crossed the Waters of Death and climbed between the two peaks of Mount Mashu. Water from a storm drained down the mountains onto the banks of the Euphrates and uprooted a single Hullupu tree. A ghost maiden picked up the tree and brought it to Unag, where Gilgamesh was king. She planted it and it grew. The Huluppu was protected by a dragon. said to be immune to the incantations of the maiden who laughed with a joyful heart. Lilith built her home in the roots of the Tree of Knowledge. An Anzu bird settled in the branches. Some say it was an indefinite article of a disaster. It resembled both the goddess ghost maiden and the dragon. Gilgamesh killed the serpent and destroyed the tree to make a throne for Inanna, the ghost maiden. The Anzu flew to make new homes throughout the world. Golinda was one of the fledglings. She held the essence of the sacred feminine and the dragon that resides within all males and females. They were raised to serve and be served by the other. As it happens, they are considered insignificant stories of imagination, but this tale suggests otherwise.

Golinda was thrilled to have been invited to join the crew of the barc of the Sea Mouse Aphrodite. It held brave spirits. driven to learn all they could, to be prepared for when they met the problems of the unknown they had inherited. Golinda was invited to the saloon for a conference. Salmon coloured walls displayed pictures of purple and orange starfish, that were dying of a wasting disease. The crew was to address the source of illness and death of these keystone species. They were to find a way to optimize all life to the fullest.

Golinda sat across the table from a serpent faced individual. They made their introductions. “Apeninya, good tidings, I am Asp. Proface, much good may it do you. Welcome.”

With the far away look of the eyes of a dove, she lifted the scales of judgment and bowed saying, “I am Golinda Asterocytes. Breath of my spirit to you.”

Asp looked up from lowered eyelids. The wide eyed innocent child looked up and with an internal beauty, an essential optimism, and playfulness as a means of active defence, she released ideals of perfection. Asp’s hard outside amber veneer softened. She saw Asp resembled the trembling leaves of an Aspen. She looked into his eyes, that sparkled and in this moment, held the effect of a true smile. Golinda's awareness reflected the illumination of wisdom that was older than the tree of Methuselah.

Asp spoke, “We are all born of darkness, yet you hold a light that burns within, and you throw yourself into the fire and become the flame.”

Golinda replied. “ I am the new lover of the stars and forces of the 'ever-mind' found in the golden bell flowers growing on the graves located on the off-centered mid-point of the Kingdom in Malos.

I have accepted the challenge to break the curse of Cassandra, who speaks of true prophecies that are never believed. I am prepared to present to the businessmen, politicians and scientists, the resonant harmonic memories of the many who unwittingly imagine simple solutions, that cause more problems for the next generation to solve, and the many problems that arise from those who are afraid to make the leap into the unknown before facing ultimate disaster. We must find a balance, knowing the first answer is not always the best or the worse.”

Asp said “You, please the palate. You remain a beginner, imperfectly acquainted with tyranny. You do not have strength to revive all of your past beginnings and extract those that have wounded you, yet. you sing with the sweetness of cunning, a way to spread love. You maintain its beauty, with neither intolerance nor unreasonable crazed cruelness or obsession.”

Golinda replied, “I am called to share a spirit. It emerges when the gut, heart and mind join together, as they listen to the songs of the world and the universe. I am a dancing bear, who is to communicate with other souls. I am trained to resolve complex problems. It requires an openness to accept the cohesiveness of creator and creation. I follow the rules as I can understand them, rather than a trial and error process. I use the secrets of the irrational and incommensurable that share no measure in common. My goal is to improve the absolute value of hope that is fixed and bound, and create opportunities for luck to unfold, using real and imaginary numbers including the square root of negative two."

Dragano Asp leaned close, and spoke in the particular phraseology and the language of the new seamen of the waves. “We must enter the wave. In a flash it can create wholeness, that holds so much pressure that it explodes into stars and planets, and dust that forms slime and transforms rocks to become life."

Golinda replied, “Time is moving relatively quickly and our work is slow. There is life beneath an old growth forests, that is capable of communicating and caring for others. We need to do the same. The wave can be ignored, but it does not dissipate into nothing but a memory seen in vague imaginings. We must address how to move through mirror images and translations.

Dragano Asp said, “We trust your skills and wit to read the compass of the backwards light cone from a point in the future. You know what is heard and seen in the silence of memories. Your deceased kin offer wisdom and defence signals that will increase your resilience and your ability to self-heal and regenerate. You are the eternal child, with a job that is equal to that assumed by the Son of God. You are the wondrous hero , who honours the Daughters of Eve. You speak of a possible truth, of what can nourish what can exist.

You are the navigator that moves with the white current of energy of the life force. Some use the life force energy to forge chains to control the obscure possibilities of mind, body and nature. However, you, Child Princess, are favoured to survive because of your compassion and your gentle ways that use weak interactions to induce change and get things done.”

Golinda was wary of being called the navigator. Her instinct was triggered. She spoke, “I am pledged to work together with my dragon Gallopatrot, we are servant to each other. We ascend and descend using refined manners, and with trust that each of us carries a divine respect that works deep in the blood and controls the thought of what might be possible. Our survival plan is to live in wholeness.”

Asp lisped, “ Yes. We know and respect that you and your dragon can unleash the energy of physical laws. You are one, an enigma that unites particle and a wave, in the moving stillness.”

Golinda said “I have been called a monster, the chthonic she-mother who holds revelations of healing, prophecy and of the apocalypse. My dragon has been called one of the seven princes at the gate of hell. We work together as a master of a whole soul and we do what is possible to gain the abilities to do whatever is needed to be done.”

Asp said, “You reveal the untold truth of nature, using love as a commodity of value. Your essence holds the sacred feminine, and the dragon. You are a part of any gender of god, human or nonhuman. You carry messages in the metal and nonmetal elements of your being, that receives and transmits what is required through time. You are a superconductor - with control to form Celtic knots in Lissajous loops to compare a known reference signal to one that is tested.

Golinda responded. “I am an initiate, ordained to shine my light as a small part of the chorus. I feel blessed. I will do my best never to bring or release bitter crystal salts of sorrow, grief and unhappiness. I will do my best to create the circumstances I desire. I plan to dance to the song in the odd time signature of 5/8 that follows the rules of divine proportion that cause Fibonacci sequences and can extend beyond the dictates of the astronomical Tables of Toledo.”

Asp bowed, “We are pleased that you will lead the crew on the voyage to Nemeton. We ask you to remember to trust yourself. Do what you can to find balance needed to maintain integrity. Avoid being judge and jury. We respect how you manage your foibles and weaknesses and also how you carry the elixir of immortality.”

Golinda replied. “I carry the flower of life, made from the centres of the Vesica pisca formed from six intertwining circles. The straight line that goes through the centre of the nodes, forms the fractal web of hexagons, and pentagons of the Buckyball world where each individual, shares the success of the group."

All bowed in gratitude for the other as the meeting ended. Golinda and Gallopatrot stood on the deck and watched the mists rise over a lily pond as the orange sun set in the turquoise sky. She was to follow the path that was hers for a song. She had heard the song when humanly inspired minds translated what they could of what is held in the seat of the soul. She heard it in a fugue that melds panic or phobia, disappointment, curiosity and hope with of a sense of grace.

She felt the rhythm of the chorus along the shore. As they left for Nemeton, five and twenty crows perched together on a beech tree, remaining silent except for when a single call led others to join in to greet a newcomer or bid farewell to one leaving the scene of the murder. They sailed through spring and fall, across rivers and seas. The rising splintered moon spurred choruses of legion armies of frogs, to resurrect from dried bodies. Their spirits were revived from the confinement of mud. An orchestra of crickets, joined the thrumming light of fireflies. The glimmering blue light of bioluminescent phytoplankton on the foreground surf pulsed with the drum beat.

Golinda noticed that a primary note preceded by a grace note formed a wave as the flam emerged, holding onto the past. The flam forms a fleck on a protuberance of the surface, that reflects not only the quality of the flame when it makes contact, but the crystalline nature of the structures. The flam marks a small moment in eternity, when an event burns a pattern into the armoured skin, tail and wings, altering the evolution the external shell of true Whelk that echoes the sound of the sea.

Golinda needed to avoid using Flimflam logic that simulates reality based on limited knowledge. The Norse word flim that means a mockery. Science holds the potential to create Flimflams, that suggest unimagined interactions and can lead to pseudoscience. However the scientific process eliminates what is considered to be deceptive nonsense. The acronym Flim is used to describe nonradioactive decay of the fluorescence used in imaging microscopy. The flim captures an electromagnetic force and is used as a predictive diagnostic tool. Flim are switch proteins that regulate the rotation and switching of the flagellar movement in bacterial species.

In a flight of fancy, Golinda was ready to lead the vessel. As an explorer of good fortune, she let myth connect the real and unreal, exponents and squares, reciprocals and roots of magic formulae. She recited Ezra Pound. ‘As one would draw through the node of things, back sweeping to the vortex of a cone. Cloistered about with memories, alone in chaos, while the waiting silence sings.’

The newly assigned officer instinctively sailed through consciousness on a bladder of air then withdrew into a cloak of ink in seclusion, becoming part of a greater picture. She was able to use knowledge of the unknown and unleash the alchemical products of transmutation then propel herself on a flying machine into the condensation and dilation of time and space.

Golinda and Gallopatrot connected their individual force from within the magnetic iron core of the blood to the electromagnetic lines of force around the Earth. At almost the speed of light, they were swirled into an energy vortex then became part of a matrix of a chaotic reality that holds differentials of angular momentum of incoming and outgoing waves. The wave moved over mountains and hills and through caverns on horizon.

Princess Golinda Astrocyte hung onto the dragon Gallopatrot, each trusting the other would respond to unspoken signals. With wings elegantly raised, and neck stretched high, the flying serpent of nature’s lore knew how to observe behaviours hidden in plain view in the everyday. Golinda was a cavalier, who bravely rode the waves of the music, respecting that the sea plays nasty tricks on the mind.

She was the dove who was to lead the crew to the land of sun setting over snow capped pyramids. They were standing on the node of the moving wave and became a self-mass proportional to dimensionless self-energy on the mass shell of a field that holds with the potential of superconducting mechanisms. The old material that defines the textures of life and nature was minced and carefully reworked. They moved with the coronal discharges of the sun that formed a toroidal magnetotail. They went beyond the dark side of the earth and past the dark side of the moon, onward through the solar system. The universe made an audible clap as the auroras sealed the mouth of the magnetic bottles. The flood of waves created a cosmic sound that affirms something divine yet dangerous.

Golinda and Gallopatrot became part of the living testament of a sentiment motivated by compassion and balance. They would write their story when they looked back over a journey. They knew confidence can lead to risk taking behaviours. The dragon and Golinda joined in singing the song of the flaming phoenix. It would remind them to remain cautious as intention was met and possible hope was realized.

“The tide was high and wide, as they moved side by side.

He sang: you dance so free you dance so light, oh yes you make a pretty sight. You make me know this thing is true, that the me of we loves you.

He tossed her up and set her down, her masts stood strong and steady. Her sails, they billowed to the dance, and then she hit the eddy.

He looked at her as someone crazed and saw beneath the sullied haze.

The gulls tossed mussels on the rocks as cormorants dried stretched wings in flocks.

The foghorn blew three seconds long in rounds of five times more,

The waves kept pace as they pitched and raised, then she crumbled upon the shore.

Her pieces sat beneath the shroud of the mottled mackerel cloud.

But the spirit entire that burned in life, in death flamed on the funeral pyre.

The birds and insects joined in the song with whistles, buzz and trills,

and butterflies did a flutter dance with a magic that always thrills.

Time stood in a single place, then the dragon found the groove.

Existence was not at a specific space, the moment was on the move.

They sang together, the song was clear and pleasant to the ear.

Let us be all so happy and let all life’s pleasures prove. Let us live oh so happy and make all good dreams come true.

We all must go, that's always so, but while we’re here let’s bring out cheer and hold what is good and dear and so be strong and know that everything in time, it really can be something wonderful and beautiful and fine.

So let us be all so happy and let all life’s pleasures prove. Let us be all so happy and make all good dreams come true. Let us be oh so happy and let love and life be fine.

Golinda and Gallopatrot were united. They were not separate, but connected, needing to cope with changes of all sorts, from global weather patterns to changes in population explosions and women’s menstrual cycles and fertility. They were drawn to wander at low tides while the cool winds pushed them along through the fog to the initiation centres.

Both were beasts of reptilian stock who responded to a chain of events. They followed tides of logic that linked into dream-like hyper-real models. They were to address the discontent of the distressed mind. They moved into the uncomfortable situations that held tensions that percolate through deep and shallow channels. They respected the past, and looked ahead making sense of trends that are set by filling in the gaps. Fluctuations made the turbulence even greater and were threatening and unpleasant. However, all got changed as the waves broke onto the shore. Gallopatrot and Golinda needed to agree on how to tumble over the rocks.