Beforetime (Part One of Six Parts) - The Younger World
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
Beforetime, what they called in the future, the Younger World, we called those who saw the future, seers, but in the new world that world we looked into through dreams, and visions-the future, they now call them prophets. Time is of the past and future, the present is not time per se, it is the gulf, this is where we live, and sometimes we are allowed to have glimpses into time, this was the case of the few select of White Island, in those far-off prehistoric days, of yesteryear-my days. The question never arose: if we were living in the past, even those of us who saw into the future, but what about the present? Maybe this part of the equation does not exist? Only time will tell. Nodnon the Last Seer of White Island.
Part One of Six
Advance: The Canis Etruscus, a link to the Canis Ambrusteri which is a link to the ancestor Lupus, emerged in North America during the Pleistocene Epoch perhaps from Europe (conceivably between 100,000 BC to 8000 BC). They migrated to South America thereafter, and can be found in deserts, on mountains, forests, grasslands, and on one particular island called "White Island" in English (which is really a mountain in the Pacific Ocean) off the coast of Peru, or otherwise known as "Isla Blanca" in Spanish. As far as we know, they had 42-teeth, similar to the Gray Wolf, but they were large in comparison to those of today, and were of a saber-tooth species. The island is 16.5 square km, about two-miles long, and close to one mile wide, with a litico forest (or stone forest). And this is the premise of the story you are about to read...and it should be known these ancient wolves or sorts, once roamed the island as kings among its inhabitants!
1
The Present Past
In my days-my youth, in that world, the younger world, the fear that ruled supreme at night (if not during the day hours also), a period known as the Pleistocene, was the Canis Etrusous (the ancient Gray Wolf). They ruled the island.
The Past Present
I can only describe it from my blurred-dreams, such pictures that come before my eyes. It is white, most of the island coast, contours due to guano ((the excrement from caves dwellings on the island) (from the seabirds, seals, bats, etcetera)). The island itself is small, likened to a stone forest, yet there are foliage and tall and thick trees sparsely dotted throughout the island.
But as I said, in short, the fear of the canis beasts that roam the beaches: among the shells and clams, crabs and snails, the fear they bring is enormous, was, and still is. Even the pelicans and gulls kept their distance-they can, and I have seen this, crack open bones with their molar teeth.
I hope this explanation is of some substance, it is of the dream I now live, and have lived, and this is how I live. As I write this in some kind of order-before me a phantasmagoria engulfs me-or better put: figures by elusion, one with little motion, and to be truthful, reasonless to my sanity.
When I talk to my kind it is more like chatter, this is in my world-when I'm awake; when I'm dreaming, my mind seems to collect this cave of strange experiences (?) And before I wake they are questions, always unanswered questions- that is why I'm writing this down in my sleep-plus, I must say what I must say because I am getting old, too old to remember even this, perhaps in my next dream.
I believe I live, in a younger world, and dream in some other strange far-off world-that is older, that belongs to each other somehow. I fall from trees and am pursued by beasts and prey, deadly snakes, this is the real world I'll go back to when I wake up-the one I have always went back to, the one I live in when I'm not sleeping. The other is the dream world of mine; the one I fall through space and time in, and that is when I feel like a two-headed bat. Yes, a freak of nature. A freak with two personalities, one vague that is obliterated upon some stronger reality-perhaps I should call the stronger truth, the lost world.
My friends infer that sometime throughout the night I am a reincarnation of some roaming beast of the future, but I'm not sure what a future is, and neither are they.
They don't understand what I see in my dream world, it is the remote part of me, a part that does not belong in this time, as if yet to be developed.
2
I don't mean to bore you, in going on and on with this freak thing, but my dream memory is an enorm
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