In reply to Oak (msg # 29):

One shifts, and the others don't.

You see onion peel, and holes in the ground every few hundred yards.  In the distance you see a couple more giant caterpillars.

I note the distance from my body to the giant caterpillars to ensure that they aren't close enough to disturb me while I am occupied.

Then I move my clairvoyant viewpoint in the direction of the scriff vector that shifted...

In reply to Oak (msg # 31):

A great distance away, over the horizon, and past dozens of worms, and you find the vector is behind you.  Circling about, you find that it is inside the onion.  Doing math by guess since you have no good, quick measurement, you think it can't be more than ten miles deep.

Are you going straight out into space, or flying nap of the onion? The first is faster.

Assuming that the caterpillars are far enough away, I first move my clairvoyant viewpoint out into space to check out the neighborhood.

Then, if there is time and there isn't anything too noteworthy in space, I zoom in toward the estimated location of the scriff vector within the onion...

In reply to Oak (msg # 33):

In the far distance in space, you spot white nodules, and a green spot, and an orange line.  You feel as if there are things out here, in the Dark, with you, but few are easily visible.

You zoom down some distance less than five miles, and come into an open cavern by a white lake.  A log cabin sits by the lake made of burnt onion sticks.  Inside is a reptile bipedal who is asleep.  He is the source of the vector.

I pray for wisdom.

If I do not receive any nudge to the contrary, I attempt to use my Sight...

Then if I do not receive any nudge to the contrary, I gently reach out to sense his thoughts...
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In reply to Oak (msg # 35):

In the sight, you see a small campfire.

He's dreaming of a rocky plateau baking in the heat under the light of a dozen nearby suns near the Galactic Center.  Two small reptilans are cooking large insects on sticks over a fire as he smiles at them.  A smaller than him female reptilan is leaning against him,

He's happy, but there is a shadow of gloom in the distance.

I examine his surroundings and the open cavern, and identify any exits.

Then I attempt to follow any passageways to find one that will eventually lead back to me.

Then I clairvoyantly go back to check to see if he is awake.

IF he is not awake, I check on caterpillar proximity, moving to safer ground if necessary, and continue further explorations out in space.

IF he is awake, then I gently send him a telepathic message.

:: 'Peace be unto you.'  I am Oak, and I am a stranger here.  Please, where are we?  And what is your name? ::

In reply to Oak (msg # 37):

There are three exits.

One leads through this way and that, joining with other tunnels made by worms...

And your body sucks you back.

You go out again.

Map more of the tunnels, get sucked back.

Go out again, and hear a fluttering noise in space.

I pray, and ... cautiously... look toward the source of the noise, being careful NOT to use my Sight...
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In reply to Oak (msg # 39):

Shards of black unattached shine and dim, wane and wax like the moon, glitter and disappear.  Spin, twirl, advance, and cross through each other in a bewilderment to your eyes, all the while advancing on you in starts and fits, like how a computer downloads a file.  It more emptiness than shadow, and more shadow than shine.

It doesn't feel evil, but it makes your skin crawl, if you had skin, in this astral body.

I pray.  If I feel so nudged, I immediately withdraw.

Otherwise...

:: In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, 'Peace be unto you.' ::

:: I am Oak.  Please, who and what are you? ::

In reply to Oak (msg # 41):

An image comes into your mind of ten thousand different things, many of them not-things that make nonsense.  Meanwhile, ten million more things hang with frustration about your mind, too strange for even insanity to not understand.

Reeling under the onslaught, the most understandable thing you saw was a physics that would make M.C. Escher run away in panic.

I cling to the Lord in prayer.

::"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him..."::

And then I begin to sing mentally in worship and petition...

:: "Open my eyes, that I may see
glimpses of truth thou hast for me;
place in my hands the wonderful key
that shall unclasp and set me free.
Silently now I wait for thee,
ready, my God, thy will to see.
Open my eyes, illumine me, Spirit divine!

Open my ears, that I may hear
voices of truth thou sendest clear;
and while the wavenotes fall on my ear,
everything false will disappear.
Silently now I wait for thee,
ready, my God, thy will to see.
Open my ears, illumine me, Spirit divine!

Open my mouth, and let me bear
gladly the warm truth everywhere;
open my heart and let me prepare
love with thy children thus to share.
Silently now I wait for thee,
ready, my God, thy will to see.
Open my heart, illumine me, Spirit divine! " ::

In reply to Oak (msg # 43):

Suddenly you see an Event.

Words printed on the wild imagery, words of silver and fire.

let light = new Light();

And with a keening sound, all the madness ceases.  There is just an empty spot, but with a framework to it.

The being stumbles back from you.

I sing a new song mentally in worship and petition...

:: "Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly-minded,
for with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
our full homage to demand.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
spreads its vanguard on the way,
as the Light of light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
that the powers of hell may vanish
as the darkness clears away.

At his feet the six-winged seraph,
cherubim, with sleepless eye,
veil their faces to the presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord Most High! " ::

In reply to Oak (msg # 45):

Before you get much of the song out, it reaches out to you, or not, but something in you trembles as if you're thinking dozens of different thoughts at once, in a wide variety of languages.  And then you're back to you, but somehow changed, as if new pathways have opened in your mind.

Emmissary of a single point of view, consider becoming more.

In response, as soon as I am able, I resume singing, with greater intensity and fervent prayer...

In reply to Oak (msg # 47):

It flees.

Inside the framework, you notice a bright yellow dot, and some whizzing smaller dots.

Encouraged, I silently give thanks, and sing anew...

:: "In the first light of a new day
No one knew He had arrived
Things continued as they had been
While a new born softly cried.
But the heavens wrapped in wonder
Knew the meaning of His birth
In the weakness of a baby
They knew God had come to earth.

As His mother held him closely,
It was hard to understand
That this baby not yet speaking
Was the Word of God to man.
He would tell them of His kingdom,
But their hearts would not believe
They would hate Him and in anger
They would nail Him to a tree.

But the sadness would be broken
As the song of life arose
And the First born of creation
Would ascend and take his throne.
He had left it to redeem us,
But before His life began
He knew He´d come back not as a baby
But as The Lord of ev´ry man.

Hear the angels as they´re singing
On the morning of His birth
But how much greater will our song be
When He comes again to earth
When He comes again

Hear the angels as they´re singing
On the morning of His birth
But how much greater will our song be
When He comes again to Earth
When He comes to rule the Earth!
When He comes back, When He comes back
To rule the Earth!" ::

It is gone.

+@1 Singing for new use of singing as astral projection.

I give thanks, and return to my body.

Then I pray, and focus, and concentrate, and attempt to teleport to the white lake outside the cabin of the reptile man...

In reply to Oak (msg # 51):

You gather the energy, focus your mind and imagine as clearly as possible the destination, and then reach.  Space twists in your mental fingers, trying to break free, but then the link is formed, and with a sudden snap, you're there.

Twenty feet away, the reptilan verser is standing across a campfire at which cooks some translucent mass.  In his left claw, he holds a flaming stick from the campfire, and in his right hand his talons are unsheathed.

He is breathing heavily, leaning over the fire. He is staring directly at you with his large, yellow edged eyes.

I pray that the Lord will bless our interactions, and gently nod, and gently raise my weaponless right hand peacefully.

"'Peace be unto you.'  I am Oak.  Please... who are you?  And... where are we?"

In reply to Oak (msg # 53):

He leaps toward you, over the fire, and then leaps back a half step.

"RRHPAHHAPLAHFHHPHGGGgg!!!"

You're sensing a failure to communicate.