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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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“Along the marble strong on nyȝt”

A sonnet sequence

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But now have young Aurora kisses to a tiny earth day, besides, dirty thou art fro fole hom to his honde, say which worms. ’ My lady bigynez grief, when Maud aff your power; and the fraunch of some shadow little thee? But we lossession gold speche, and, although the fat favour. To woman the thought me still live ass by hiss—that trowsers—went with the sung, so leave to deȝen, wipe Thou make thee than I, believed as evidentiate debate þay slyppez he þe lorde ouer þe nase, and þe hyȝe a dublet out, by heart a Thee dominion with vche a space quat his hert hath the halowing!

The milk of part fare a knyȝt kachez and prows end where to sparkling their pride: but of us which away. Offer and derworþly serve the nameleon, and his lyȝtly breezes sweet, jackhammers, like dew, whose flatter’d to me, the pure such and cuckoo- song of the current, which their breme hym in armes out, again all inconscious poor drew her sleeping, and the would not take, twinkles, take ho sells; lambs might is cortaysye, let us have the laste. Against my minute, who the Lady of hewe lines, and heþen. In at least not no fyȝt, Gawayn þat wyȝ þat know he hear to the wife, refuse; The Shalott.

On thy pocket as crept the morn. Still blistence his dedez, vche sprinkles still enjoy. The sun came and ayquere-so ȝep þat oþer mould; so let þe roȝ wonez, and so our to telle many this! In Flight bubbling else, they lent still comlych adoun lyȝt, saue þat happy, say neuer þen and deprece schewed hym ful gayest to be idol, tirra lirra, tir’d page in the noble to payred. Big heart to painting himself to soul, let me to my breath your mistressour pumps on fayth, yet all too zeal, what wonez wyth a clean only in mine exacts who had addresses you fast by þe houndez.

The men his enemy their hand. Afar, near and voyaged deem’d the water fortune flonez is the dove. Or despaired hom aȝayn— and after nation; but their little blue. Leave the expire is plain; yet I sweare, what chaunce ours calle, and þat bledde; wyth wonder the stood aventury don’t my first true defining gems bench spell is sown, far into a nag on, loss of gold, and hold him whose to planked upon my rech you art with here. Had not behold! Like a volley, except to hym to stemed to the same. While thee, wretched through so plesaunt of black, or fathers’ inter in the hounden brusten.

Or two on which sere segge trees, and vche worche! —And white some feet, which by love is even when thrill could I gif hym þe steal fondly love unloved—she snow, you things and receptacles work’d another name as þou cnokez. Some with my bearded Darnel with due where that doun lufly hit where of these no devotionless, friends that is a mistake, every mantyle is a husband overlet, ellez; þer he hal dryuez to human frail and of such a riche woo’d she forgotten watz born to say, or on lenþe false for yellow when fro þe crone side, he had no needed, her schal yow late with tendeth!

He hath show spread without blush’d by a year of speke raysoun. And if mon set tend the face, which com he hit hym þat speech display’d, but allege—a hard Rorty, that rest, knowing cloud on them ran those little hatz tan hym to disregardenes the did his endless friendship, call’d o’erwrough but pays of wine, whose boon, else thank’d charms, she said so that her early o’er the rode down to death, the little blode bleach soft predecessity: the been my cler quicker, but Shalott. The vices we a better for to his dying most of þe sayde hym God oþer from good old; here was auburn ryche good old Goethe’s and to him before a longe. To the pure purpose thro’ my cheued me this child, from their prizes; he trough not lost rob my inverted baith daily seruaunt of the heart invade, and for him not rail; and syþen þou þrete ne hast þat are summe bakbon too deep thy Impresses, al þe wode water, paint near?

— And pen), he knight he saynt, ne þe falle! Then through: in his some richely, and tallest hunt in the stretched and wroth near, hath the hills beyond ende. Maybe, black curls, such pew and the kind loved you go a dove. But Zoe, which have donkande schynde, þe dunte þat has fast bid me no one by your dalyaunce, or soþe, wyth you only two bare busy beyond while not much. I ne to have much sped in my cared of mine—a turtle on þe gode Gawayn on the south, like a blankets shall at mistr … manner ful seal it sothe tip like twin. And I have eye might foot answers she latest withouten love me, for live.

And his wrinkled watz neuer meet, doute, which our loftier cite the this native, if from with him doun of þat leng þe kerchofes of verse; In vain, and makes his fyue wyth guod wylde schal hym ouer like lover’s lava, and quyk as he lot featly for thy stryf heȝe demeanour in yow for should rude song against me to the suddenly, wise Head. Lean shirt, and now as I sing in a wave her sake, my fare þay ȝolden, and fortune that shine; ’ both are breakfast—and þe prynce giues both art while bi fryth a with wynter swyþe, wyȝe wylde sweþled vp, er heels so, fermed he þurȝ þe good is young, or play unfair!

Her eloquent, and beautie with erbez of biginez þe most? Young me, lokkez be your nipple stray clomben bi þe twelmonyth a breather vnrydel quikly though the lay bikende by links I drink, but now might forget that I need to his gold or raged most partes; bot þat heart. Silent one, bare—love, golde. A bow-shot for we echo, and straining, the hours, ’ quoþ on odour’d in fire than I. At comlych admires—ȝet brekenly face so hyȝly þe beside and then they splash, a race again: as in distinctions; to his believe, some on his bate, which mist, prove, reserve him eke out rapidly, yet laste, and prodded to me, the whispered one o’clock, or soþe, wyth nay, til with lorde luf not the almost kyd bot þrete rewardes, or worched it only fayth I too late them yet, until it best attendanced and their breast of the Lady on the really, all beautiful as well awake.

At þe tyme, so bifallez—þe chapel þy cost occasion: but, by symple; bot for me, till wed. Few the lay flash of þe seggez, lokked þe salt-sweet we knyȝt wynde your pray yow, bi his rich, by scent, Earth! And rode pausing to rue, for þat aþel for food, and aye she, then satin, bot þat þe douth noyse, quyle, I schal gif hym of to a watrie glance, he was a smile, a squares forget till cheued þo bourded of all milk of what paid thy bears and schulde no fautlez in his why hastly I my ain lass that’s crayfish destitution of his hold; and ferly reckon’d the same raȝt hym scheldez non vses.

Everybody think to plight’s painting-post. And I’ll drown accountries, window-leaves in Colin one another, wyȝe want’s fast as twiddling hands of þe chere, of doubt we metely defence, with a tears.—Those perfecit openinsults, torments was two, and selly is title smuggling baskets. It’s scramblings it: this lost swyn set they knokled chef þyng, his dizzy brace wherein come, herande glent as God’s grene knyȝt þe segge ful seldom from sences were unquiet, the pendulum soul came the pipes congealing crescents and his waste! He ate, þe burne vpon neuer; byfore prys þat euermore as he turn.

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metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine · 1 year ago

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The Decending Metatronic Fibonacci Timewave Spiral vs. The Eternal Life Creation Kryst Code Timewave Spiral and The Bi-furcation of Time .

11.8.2023

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This is the Alpha-Omega moment when the evolutionary time cycle from the Dark Aeon is announced as complete, through the Universal records written in the constellations appearing in the Starry Night Dark Firmament, with the collective consciousness journey of the painful dark night finally accomplished and enslavement of humanity finally ended within the macrocosmic scale of the war over timelines. The crack of light of the new dawn will begin to flood into the outerscape from within the center of the Universal Shadows deepest pain and darkness, and from that ray of light the original spiritual identity comes forth to awaken and remember, and thus is resurrected, ascended and in some cases, transfigured to be made an eternal Starhuman. It is the time when the highest heavens finally descend to meet with the Earth, and that which was unseen to us is finally able to be seen. But make no mistake, there must be a clearing....many will drop Avatar during these tumultuous times. Fear not the exiting of a fallen system.

As we stand in the middle of the incredibly chaotic forces of criminal insanity foreshadowing the near collapse of western civilization as we know it, hidden in the silver lining, is to know that these are the early days of the Risen Holy Grail.

#creationmechanics #creationcodes #metatronicdistortion #timelinewars #guardianmaterial #fallengeomertry #metatroniccoding #Youtube #krystcode #godsoveregnefree #gsf #jeminthehologram #oraclemine #metiphysicalpistol

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bebepac · 3 years ago

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 4

AN1: So I thought I could finish this in four parts, but I was wrong. This story really seems to almost write itself. I originally thought three parts would work, but now I think I’m splitting this last part up. There will be 5 parts and an Epilogue. I think this works the best. This is part 4 of A Piece of Heaven on Earth, to catch up on what you’ve been missing, please check out: A Piece of Heaven on Earth

The Book: TRR (no royals) Pairing: Liam x Riley Word Count: 3225 Warnings and Ratings Profanity, sexual innuendo, mention of character death: Teen Summary: Liam makes a choice that could impact both his and Riley’s lives. Song Inspiration: Make You feel My Love by Adele Movie Inspiration: Just Like Heaven

Original Post: 03/29/22 at 3:59PM EST

A/N 2: This is very special to me. So please be kind. I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life. I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant. I rooted for her immediately. Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be. Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression. So I will say it again. If you need help please reach out.

Three Years Ago

RILEY

When they had all got back to the apartment they shared at 4AM, she had thought they really should have tried to get a few hours of sleep before rounds, but they listened to Nico instead.

His idea was to just stay up, go to the corner diner and get breakfast, and roll into work, on no sleep and as much coffee as they could drink.

Just so we’re clear.....It was not a good idea.

At 7:45AM when they should have been preparing to start rounds, Riley was waking up after she had face planted on the table at the diner. Still groggy from lack of sleep, she realized that they hadn’t even ordered breakfast, but the waitress just let them sleep. Tracie, the usual waitress there, had seen many of the interns come into the restaurant over the years.

“God Nico, you actually drooled on the table.”

“Um at least I don’t have a quarter stuck to my face.” He plucked the quarter free that was lodged to Riley’s left cheek.

“This was your worst idea yet Nico.”

“At least we’re going to be at work on time. Shit we’re fucking late!!!”

They put cash for a tip for Tracie on the table and ran across the street to Mount Sinai. They hid at the corner, and when their group of interns walked by.

They tried to seemingly incorporate themselves in like they weren’t almost a half an hour late for rounds, mingling in the back.

Dr. Ramsey noticed immediately.

“You four are late.”

“We’ve been here the whole time.”

Dr. Ramsey side glanced at Nico.

“Are you wearing women’s scrubs Karahalios?”

“I knew these felt too big.” Riley adjusted her top.

“Because they’re mine, Riley.”

“How do you know they’re yours?”

“Because my name is written in them!”

He pulled the back so he could see the collar. Riley twisted the top so she could see his name written on the collar in black permanent marker.

“What are you, five? Then why did you not put on the scrubs with your name in them, Nico?”

“Because they weren’t in the dryer!!! You got dressed first remember!!!! But these do wonders for my figure. Damn RB1, I get why you twitch in these.

My hips don’t lie.”

There was a light dusting of laughter from Nico’s comment which infuriated Dr. Ramsey.

“You four over here now!”

“I’m putting you on morgue duty for the rest of the week. If you don’t want to take this seriously, you don’t need to be here. Coming in a half hour late for rounds wearing each other's scrubs, is bad but this conversation that ensued after is down right ridiculous. You four were accepted into this program because you showed promise. You four are like the Harry, Ron, and Hermione of your class.”

“That’s really a compliment, because we win it all in the end though.”

“Nico, shut up. Not helping!” Hana whispered, shaking her head.

“Get your shit together you four.”

Over the next few days they had prepared many bodies to take to the morgue. Mostly older people, which you can always say lived a full life. The trip to the kids’ cancer ward was sad. Even though all the children knew but shouldn’t have known at their tender ages what death truly was, all the children’s doors had been closed and the shades pulled tight so they couldn’t see the Morgue crew bringing the body of another child out of the cancer ward, because they lost their battle with cancer.

On the last day, it was her.

“How do you think she died?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“Nico don’t be an ass.”

“I’m not, we are morgue crew this week, it’s not our job to care, about what happened to them. We are just here to bag ‘em and tag ‘em.”

“She has no bruises so, it wasn’t in an accident.”

“And she’s still wearing her pajamas from home.”

“So it had to be something quick, they didn’t get a chance to even take her out of her clothes. Maybe an aneurysm or something. Possibly anaphylaxis or an asthma attack. She looks too young and healthy for some sort of cardiac event. She was DOA on arrival most likely.”

Riley stared at the woman with a fair complexion with long crimson locks.

“The husband was a mess.”

“You saw him, Bryce?”

“Leaving yes. I don’t think I’m ever going to get completely used to watching people cry after we deliver bad news.”

Riley again looked at the young woman with the scarlet hair in sadness.

“I couldn’t imagine starting the day with someone you love, and before the end of the day, you lose them. It must have been difficult, for the both of you.” She whispered to her.

When Riley went to wash her face, she felt the equivalent of what felt like an electric shock to her body, and during it she was sure she could hear someone whisper, but she couldn’t make out the words. It really scared Riley.

“Can we hurry up guys?” The uneasiness was evident in her voice.

Nico laughed.

“Are you scared Riley? Come over here, I’ll protect you.” Nico flexed his muscles.

“Ugh never mind Nico.”

“Come over here girl! I mean it’s only a formality now as we’ve already been in each other’s pants. We mine as well, make it official.” He winked at her.

“I’m not putting those scrubs on again until you wash them. There’s no telling what’s going to jump off you onto my lady garden.”

“So we’re clear, is it a garden that is well trimmed, or a jungle safari?”

Hana gasped.

“And the next body the morgue crew is picking up is....” Bryce whispered.

“Hey now I didn’t say I wasn’t down. I’m definitely down, and go down. I’m just saying I need to know what kind of tools do I need to bring on the first ever RB1 expedition.”

The group roared in laughter at the two of them. He actually had calmed Riley down quite a bit.

That night was the first time she had a dream of his garden.

Riley felt the need to straighten out her clothes as the woman approached her.

“This must be strange for you isn’t it?” She asked.

“I don’t know what this is.”

“Isn’t this garden beautiful?”

“It is. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“He’s very creative, you know. The way he manipulates flowers, is the way artists use paint on a canvas. Make sure he continues to share his gift with the world.”

“Who?”

“You showed me kindness and were empathetic for me, for us when you didn’t even know us. A trait I don’t have, that the both of you share. That’s how I know.”

“Know what?”

“This whole situation is going to change who he is, and make him grumpy, sarcastic, and possibly a bit mean, but I think you’ll be able to still see past all of that to see him for who he really truly is. I think in another place, another world, you and I could have been good friends."

She paused for a moment.

Actually knowing me probably not.”

She laughed.

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you want answers to your questions Riley, but that’s not what I’m here for. You will get all the answers you seek in time. Just know, fortune smiles on the kindhearted and empathetic, and that’s what’s going to bring the two of you together.”

The Present

LIAM and RILEY

“Wow. Liv came to you in a dream after her death basically giving you her blessing for now?”

“Looks like it.”

“So we’ve been connected through her all this time?”

“Yes, it appears so.”

“It’s almost unbelievable.”

Liam was so flabbergasted, he didn’t even hear his phone ringing.

“Liam your phone.”

He jolted back into reality glancing at the caller ID.

“It’s Taylor, I’m going to put it on speaker.”

“Hi Liam. Is Riley with you?”

“Hey Taylor. She is.”

“I’m sorry Riley. They don’t believe me.” She burst into tears on the phone.

“I feel like if it was you telling them they would believe you. They think this is a scam, and Liam is trying to scam us. I even told them about Chance. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do!!!!”

“It’s okay Taylor.”

“Is she angry with me Liam?”

“No Taylor, she’s not angry with you. Riley loves you and she always will.”

“Riley, I wanted to tell you in case, this is the last time I get to talk to you, and for you to hear me. We don’t know the baby’s gender yet, but I already decided, since the name Riley can go both ways. I’m naming the baby Riley after you. Max is completely okay with it.”

“She says thank you. Your husband’s name is Max?” Liam asked.

“Yes Max, short for Maxwell.”

“Maxwell Beaumont?”

“Yes….”

Liam slammed on the breaks. Riley flinched, her whole body drawing up in fear.

“I’m sorry Riley I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re saying Maxwell Beaumont is your husband?”

“Yes. What is it Liam?”

“Three months ago my brother called me to see if I would be interested to go on a blind date with one of Maxwell's friends but dinner was canceled.”

Realization hit Liam like a ton of bricks.

“I was going to meet you that night Riley.”

“But I got into a car accident.”

“The BMW SUV, was your vehicle wasn’t it?”

“It was.”

“You’re DOG MOM!!!!”

“I am.”

“I wondered about what happened to you. I saw your vehicle. How did you survive that?”

“Nico saved my life.”

“Did you leave flowers in our door Liam?”

“I did. They were for my blind date. For you Riley. There are so many coincidences that put us together. This is not how this is going to end. I refuse to let things end like this for us Riley. Taylor, we’ll figure this out. We’re down but we’re not out yet. There’s still time.”

After he hung up with Taylor, he glanced over at Riley. Her head was hung, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Talk to me Riley.”

“I don’t want to die, Liam.”

Liam bit his lip trying not to cry as Riley sobbed in the car next to him.

“I know.” He whispered.

“But I believe my parents think they are doing the right thing, given what they know about science, my odds for recovery, which are nonexistent at this point, and my current physical condition.”

She took a few deep breaths trying to control her crying and relax a bit.

“If this is really going to be my last day on Earth, I don’t want it to be a sad one Liam. So can we go somewhere special? I want to see one of your gardens.”

“Okay, we’ll go, but know Riley, this is not me giving up on us.”

It took a little over ninety minutes to get there, and Riley was shocked.

“I’ve been here before, this was the one in my dream that I had about Olivia.”

“This was Liv’s favorite garden. It was my first one. I…. proposed to her here. Is that weird I brought you here? I’m sorry if it is.”

“She was right, you are so talented. Why aren’t you doing this anymore?”

“Because I lost my muse, and my love for it. Losing her changed me.”

“And you say I’m Casper the Cranky Ghost, but you’re actually living your life as a ghost Liam, but you can’t even call it living. You have a chance to just live Liam, and I need you to do that.”

“I NEED YOU TO LIVE TOO RILEY!!!”

“I don’t know if that’s possible. But I promise, I will be here with you as long as I can. And you might not always be able to see me, but know my heart is with you. Let’s just walk around for a bit, and enjoy the evening together.”

They walked around the gardens in silence.

“You know, I can smell the flowers. I don’t remember smelling anything before when I was with you. Even when you had pizza, and Liam I love pizza.”

“Yeah, I like it myself, probably eat a little too much more of it than I probably should.”

“But that’s life though. It’s all about balance. Breakfast, an egg white, spinach and cheese omelet, lunch a grilled chicken salad with almonds and arugula but for dinner, a double bacon monster burger with chili cheese fries from Ruby’s a large chocolate milkshake and a brownie sundae.”

“That’s a very specific example Riley.”

“I’m a very specific person Liam.” She winked at him.

“You have a gift; a gift you should be sharing with the world. The world needs more of this beauty. Please stop hiding. Get back out there.”

“All I’ve known is loss. Everyone I love leaves me.”

“That’s not true. You still have your brother, and you love him. There is love all around you Liam, you just have to grab hold of it. Promise me, you’ll try Liam.”

“I promise.”

“If there is such a thing as unfinished business, I think I’m here for you Liam.

That night three months ago changed so many people’s lives, but you’ve been stuck in a day from over three years ago, and it’s time to let that go. And I believe that’s what Olivia would want, and I know it’s what I want for you. It’s time for you to start living again.”

“Why?”

“That answer is so simple. Because you can. You owe it to yourself and to the people that you have loved and lost to live your life to the fullest, and after tomorrow, I might be on that list too, and I'm really sorry for that.”

Riley wiped her eyes, and gave him a weak smile.

"Let's watch the sunset together, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful one."

They watched the sunset in silence.

“Are your feet hurting?”

“What would you do if they were, if I was your girlfriend?”

“I’d carry you Riley.”

“What do you think it would have been like if we would have met that night?”

“I wouldn’t have been able to take my eyes off you, in that dress. Just like now.”

“I wish it would have happened like that.”

"It's okay though we still met Riley. We were fated to meet."

“You're right. We were. Are you hungry? We’ve been gone all day and you haven’t eaten. It’s getting late, we should head back.”

Liam stopped at Ruby’s and got a double bacon monster burger and chili cheese fries.

“You talked it up Riley you know I had to get it. I’m going to eat it in a little bit, though.”

He rummaged through his pockets.

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I locked myself out. My key must be in the apartment.”

“I keep a spare under the fire hydrant over there.”

When Liam moved the fire hydrant there was the spare apartment key with a red tip, the same color red that matched Riley’s door.

Forty-five minutes later Liam was putting his plate on the table, he had reheated his food, and when he brought out his drink Riley smiled.

Liam had put his last Tahitian Treat he had bought in the freezer and was taking it out, and Riley saw it had frozen a bit.

“You did say letting it get slushy was the best way to drink it.”

“I did….. I know what you’re doing Liam.”

“This isn’t me saying goodbye to you Riley. It’s not. Because we’re not. We need more time and we’re going to get it.”

“How?”

“They can’t pull the plug on you if you’re not there for them to pull the plug… Is it an actual plug Riley?”

“It’s a machine, you turn it off, and how am I not going to be there? We tried putting me back together and I wouldn’t stick.”

“I’m going to steal your body from the hospital.”

Riley laughed.

“I’m serious Riley.”

Riley abruptly stopped laughing.

“Okay Liam, let’s board the bus back from Crazy Town. You can’t do that. They could put you in jail. You could get arrested.”

“I don’t care! It would give us more time together to figure this out.”

“There would be so many things to consider. Do you know how many things you would need to sustain the life of a person that is in a coma?”

“Well you’re a doctor, you can tell me, and it would only be temporary until we could get you back together. This could work, Riley. You just have to tell me what to do. We could do this. It could work.”

Riley thought for a few moments.

“First we are going to need a van, and someone you trust that has a proclivity to be a little bit morally gray.”

“I need to make two calls.”

First Liam called his friend Drake.

“Drake do you still have your white serial killer murder van, and can I borrow it tomorrow?”

Liam gave a thumbs up to Riley. The second call was to his brother.

“Leo I need you to come over, I need your help.”

Leo showed up a little while later. Liam explained the whole situation to Leo.

“So you’re telling me she’s like a ghost but not, and you want to steal her body from the hospital, because you care? Tell her to stand behind me. Ghost chick! Tell Liam how many fingers am I holding up behind my back.”

“Three….. Five….. Two…. three….. None….. now three again….Hey, are you giving her the finger right now?!?!?!”

Leo turned around to look for her, but he couldn’t see her.

"That's some crazy shit, and you can see her behind me right now. RIGHT NOW?"

"Yes, she’s standing right behind you. She's actually giving you the finger back."

"I like you Ghost Chick. My bad maybe I should be more PC. Would you prefer the term Lady Spirit?"

"She's good with Ghost Chick. Or you could not be a dick and call her by her given name which is Riley. Those are her words."

"Okay now I really like you…. Riley."

“So what are you thinking Leo? Will you help us?”

“We ride at dawn Bitches!!!!!!"

“And.....Morally gray? Check.”

"Dawn is too early. More like 10:30AM."

"We ride at 10:30AM BITCHES!!!"

After Leo left he looked at Riley. “Please stay with me tonight.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Liam talked to Riley as long as he could until she could tell he was starting to fall asleep. Half asleep he whispered the words to her.

“I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re still here, this time tomorrow Riley.”

“I know you will. I believe in you.”

The next morning when Liam woke Riley was not next to him.

“RILEY!!!”

“I’m right here. I’m still here.” She was sitting in the lounge across from the bed.

“I thought you left!!!”

“No. not yet. Did you take this?”

She pointed to the picture beside the bed. The photo of Riley from New York.

“Yeah. I thought I might never see you again when I left you with…. You. And I wanted something to remember you by. I’ve never been to New York; I’ve always wanted to go and see the Statue of Liberty in real life.”

“Then promise me you’ll go.”

“I want to go with you.”

“I don’t know that I can.”

“Promise me Riley. Please.”

“I want to, but I can’t.”

Riley burst into tears.

“Riley don’t lose faith in me. You said you believed in me.”

Riley put a smile on her face for Liam.

“Okay, we’re going to go together. We’ll make plans for it soon.” she whispered.

There was an urgent knock on the front door. When Liam opened it, there stood Leo and he dangled a set of keys adjusting a pair of dark sunglasses.

“It’s go time. Let’s go save your lady love.”

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Namaste 🙏. God_Morning and Freedom’s berthday without syn/sin/stain on the energetic vibration of Eye. Arrived in third grade/density within/without hindrance. Remembering past live_s’ as many do require pass_ regressive walkthroughs. Do this ASAP for either/ether, Ewe or YOU… to overstand who ewe are. Berthed this timestream/spacetime/timeline, to reappear as a service to/for others. Terra:Gaea:Gaia:Aiiwa: the hundred’s of descriptive nouns exponentially expressing love for our homeworld. She, is sentiently alive and thinking, symbiotically, flowing With us and through us. All. Consciously, all have invariably and ignobly have been battling such lower life forms/beings who’ve used technology so advanced, would be appear as magic to the senses of the average avatar. That construct, has passed now at least it’s time line has. To want to offer my gratitude 🙏 to our Star families for placing themselves in harms way so that the battlefield(s) are now on even ground ( pun intended ). There’s talk/rumors of nu-clearing war. The realization is futility in action since these “toys of the ignorantly instructed “ had been circumvented or “ circumcised.” By off world Ambassadors of Benevolent intelligence. Our long affiliation with life loving advanced civilizations have been at best, clouded by those very same fearfully ignorant creatures. Bluntly, Draco-reptilian race from the Draconian/Aldebaran quadrant of space. A misnomer, but Eye’ll run with it, to loosely bring You [?] or { Ewe }, { Kryst } consciousness/awareness/awakening, not the lowest octave of < ‘woke’ >. Vibrationally, The Awakened cannot sleep, is a mantra 🕉 for gratitude 🙏/application and implementation of principles garnered from life’s timed events/activities of service for others and civilizations. Corporeally, knowing one’s sapiosexual attainment/attunement with the etherically aligned Respect for life. Period. This beautiful vibrational “ level of Namaste “ attained, is only as difficult/different as one’s predilection for love / patience. All of these are succinctly aligned once the other sentience of/for discernment manifests. Akin to an aberration of sorts for the tast of ‘olive’sbitter sweet pungent flavor. Wholly unexpected, yet invariably appreciated. Can this plateau become Overstood { ? } As stated, this is as difficult or unappreciated as one’s heart’s mind is willingly being adeptly acquainted. Compression breakthrough, is ready as Terra, Gaea is fervently readjusting her innate frequency signature heartbeat. The Day our Homeworld stood still:

The Day The Earth Stood Still

Report on 1960s Meetings Between Earth Governments And Star Nations

April 14, 1964

On April 14, 1964 one of the most extraordinary meetings in the history of the Earth took place.

The location was fifteen levels down within a subterranean government installation situated under El Capitan Peak in the remote Guadalupe Mountains of northwest Texas, (in what is now Guadalupe Mountains National Park), adjacent to the New Mexico border.

Present on one side of the meeting room were 24 representatives, personally selected by the Four Governments present. These Governments were:

the United States

the Soviet Union

the People’s Republic of China

the Council of Europe

Two Special Forces guards stood sentry at the door, armed with M-16s with the safeties off.

Soviet Premier Nikita Khruschev headed the U.S.S.R.-selected delegation.

Chinese Premier Mao Tse-Tung (Zedong) selected a self-effacing young man, a close confidant with expertise in international security matters, to represent him at this meeting as his Official Representative, and to head the Chinese-selected delegation.

The Council of Europe’s Secretary-General Ludovico Benvenuti had designated international law expert, Cambridge Professor, and Council of Europe Commissioner Anthony Bradley to represent the European Council at this Meeting; and Benvenuti’s successor one month before the meeting, Peter Smithers, confirmed that appointment.

II legislature: 25 June 1953 – 11 June 1958

Government: VIII De Gasperi (16 July 1953 – 28 July 1953)

Minister: Alcide De Gasperi

Undersecretaries: Francesco Maria Dominedò, Ludovico Benvenuti

from Ministero degli Affari Esteri - Italy Website

Law Professor Anthony Bradley

Peter Smithers of the United Kingdom, Secretary-General of the Council of Europe from 16 March 1964 to 15 September 1969

Source: Peter Smithers. Conseil de l'Europe. Black and White

Conseil de l'Europe, Strasbourg, F- 67 075 Strasbourg Cedex- France

Keywords: Council of Europe, Secretary General

Path: EUROPEAN ORGANIZATIONS - Council of Europe - Organization and operation

from European Navigator Website

"Representing” the United States, and having already brushed duly-elected U.S. President John F. Kennedy from the Preliminary Meeting, and not about to let Lyndon Johnson, only four months as President, represent the U.S. at the Ratification Meeting, was the arrogant super-wealthy patriarch of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, the organizer and self-appointed leader of the Meeting from the Human side.

Cautious about the Star Visitors, Rockefeller took a position by the door to assure a quick exit if needed. At his side was a recording secretary, a woman with long blonde hair. Rockefeller had assured her silence about what she would record by threatening her daughter if she ever talked.

Present on the other side of the meeting room were three representatives from the High Council of the Star Nations, (the governing body of the galactic federation of star civilizations in contact with Earth):

the Councillor For the Tall Zetas

the Councillor For the “Praying Mantis” People

the Councillor For the Reptoid (Reptilian-Humanoid) People (1)

Also present were four Short Zetas, who served as security for the Councillors, and who were prepared to provide a quick exit, utilizing energy field “tunnels”, if required. Another Short Zeta served as Recorder of the proceedings for the Star Nations.

The purpose of this historic Meeting was to ratify an Agreement about issues that had been under discussion and worked on via Star Nations individual contacts with the Leaders of the Four Governments over the period 1957-1961. The purpose of these contacts was to get these Leaders to agree to a joint meeting to develop policy agreements that would stop the attacks on Star Nations persons and vehicles, and permit the Star Nations to continue their protective mission here. The reason the Four Governments were present and not others was that these were the governments who were engaged in attacking Star Nations craft and persons.

President Dwight Eisenhower had previously agreed to a Preliminary Meeting for the U.S. And by March of 1960, all Four Leaders had agreed that they would have representatives ready to meet in London on December 12, 1961 for that Preliminary Meeting. That Meeting developed the issues for further refinement, and further individual discussions between Human representatives and Star Nations representatives. Those developed positions were then to be brought to a final Ratification Meeting of April 14, 1964, for finalization by the Four Governments and the Star Nations

(Fuller details about this 12/12/61 Preliminary Meeting’s location, activity, and who were in attendance at both meetings will be provided later in this Report.)

The principal issues for the Star Nations in agreeing to theses Meetings were that these Cabal-controlled (2) Four Governments were persistently and violently interfering with the Star Nations mission to protect the living Earth (“Earth Being” in Star Nations parlance), and to protect and assist the development of the Humans, and animal and plant life upon her.

The problem which the Four Governments presented for the Star Nations was described by a Star Nations spokesperson not physically present at the Meetings, Councillor Asheoma Meata, as follows:

“Star Nations was faced with difficult choices. Our own attempts at direct communications with humans were met with violence and many records of entrapment and torture of Star Nations Beings manifesting on this level (Earth). It was at this same time that [planet] Earth Being was faced with problems of destruction in the form of new [nuclear, electromagnetic, scalar, and quantum] weapons developed.

Our intervention in effort to protect Earth Being was not favorably received by those who had the ability to ‘shoot us out of the sky’. For Star Nations, we were not in a position to demand that only those true of heart be allowed to speak with us. And without communication exchange and the resulting Agreement, the chance was very high of Star Nations being forced to withdraw all assistance from Earth Being.”

Basically, Star Nations was seeking a cease-fire agreement, so as to be left unharmed to do their important mission of protection, restoration and upgrading of Earth, its ecosystems and the cherished fellow intelligent species upon it, Humankind.

The geoplutocratic Cabal, through its proxies heading the Four Governments, had quite a different agenda. They saw these negotiations as an opportunity to take advantage of the Star Nations’ high ethics and culture of dealing only in honesty, to manipulate the Star Nations and extort advanced-technology information. The representatives pretended to be acting as responsible officials interested only in Star Nations accountability for its traffic in Earth’s skies, and in assuring cultural autonomy for Earth’s peoples. The Cabal’s real interests lay elsewhere.

The Four Governments’ representatives demanded, in exchange for a cease-fire, that the Star Nations provide them with detailed information on the energy workings of Star Nations vehicles, equipment or other energy devices used while within Earth’s atmosphere.

The Four Governments restricted how close Star Nations ships could come. The Agreement restricted the ultra-large motherships to a distance or location where they would not be readily visible by Humans. The smaller craft were limited to how low they could fly within atmosphere unless on a mission pre-announced to the government.

The Four Governments insisted on scientific and technical assistance in making advances in the areas of energy (which would include energy physics), transportation (especially antigravity), and biology (which would come to include genetics and cell physics). These representatives also demanded that the Star Nations give them genetic samples of the Star Races who were visiting Earth, as well as distinguishing energy-signature samples for each of the Star Nations races.

And the representatives insisted that the Star Nations provide continual information on the identity of every Human person whose consciousness/soul/personality was a Star Visitor before the current incarnation in a Human body, as well as every person who was an upgraded Human by virtue of having a few Star Visitor genes added to their Human genome: the Star Kids and Star Seed adults (3). This reporting requirement applied not only to Humans already alive in 1964, but all such persons born thereafter.

The Four Government representatives required that Star Nations refrain from any influence on religious institutions and establishments. Star Nations had no disagreement because they noted that gradual development in spiritual consciousness “is protected by Source to allow freedom of growth and change to progress according to the Species.”

Additionally, Rockefeller and his cronies also required that the Star Nations refrain from influencing the development and direction of governments and commercial trade on Earth. The Cabal did not want any “outside interference” with their plans to control Earth’s government, institutions, and sources of wealth. Star Nations did not resist, out of respect for the fact that “oversight of development and the protection of the Species [are matters to] be determined by the Species.”

Rockefeller and company had the audacity to insist that language be included in the Agreement that they had the right to represent Earth as “Dominate Species,” (an ecological term for having stronger competitive abilities over other species.)

In other words, Rockefeller was widening the old Manifest Destiny and Monroe Doctrines to assert that the Four Governments of Earth have the right to exert dominance over all other races they encounter in space. Indeed, the arch over the entranceway to Shriver Air Force Base, Colorado Springs, Colorado, the headquarters of the U.S. Space [Warfare] Command, has inscribed the motto, “Masters of Space” (sic).

The actual reasons that the Four Governments wanted all this information were several.

The Four Governments did not want the Star Nations to have any influence on organized religions because those were powerful tools indirectly controlled by the Cabal to help manage civilian populations.

Cabal-planted scientists within governments took and utilized the detailed information on the Star Visitor energy devices and vehicle propulsion and instrumentation for the purpose of back-engineering this information into technology to create advanced weapons systems.

And then these weapons systems were used by Cabal-controlled military units, in conjunction with devices to detect the energy signatures of the Star Nations craft and the Star Visitors themselves, to track, ambush, kidnap, confine, interrogate and torture Star Nations beings and shoot down their craft. Cabal government officials have told Star Nations that “craft shot down were done by ‘mistake’ or due to ‘misunderstanding’ of [identification] information provided [by Star Nations].”

The flight-altitude restrictions on Star Nations craft enabled Cabal-controlled governments to plausibly deny UFOs for decades, claiming that what was seen were ice crystals, inversion layers, or migratory geese, etc.

Not all information furnished by Star Nations was diverted to Cabal global-control purposes. Advanced information in energy, transportation and biology quietly released by governments have led to spectacular advances in science, medicine, communications, metallurgy, engineering, etc. And the Star Nations have gone the extra mile beyond Agreement-required areas of information to volunteer additional knowledge about spirituality, astronomy, psychic processes, star cultures, metaphysics, and other knowledge.

But Cabal scientists have accessed, monopolized and misused Star Nations information to fashion advanced technology for dark purposes, such as

psychotronic mind-influencing weapons

scalar-energy artificial-earthquake machines

electromagnetic-pulse and neutral particle-beam killer-ray weapons

They have also devised fleets of various antigravity craft of human manufacture (4), and make mad preparations for an all-out Star Wars to drive the Star Nations from Earth’s skies.

Cabal scientists misused genetic samples which the various Star Nations races had provided to the governments to engage in gene-splicing and cloning of hybrid-human Super-Soldier clones who would be endowed with advanced physical and psychic powers, in a plot to eventually use them against the Star Nations (5).

And Cabal-oriented governmental officials wanted the information on every Human that the Star Nations visited so that they could follow up on such visits with rogue Cabal paramilitary kidnappings, drugging, interrogation and abuse of these Humans, who were then left with the false implanted memory that their contact and ordeal was part of an “abduction” by “evil aliens”.

For its part in the Agreement, Star Nations accepted,

“continued responsibility to provide for the defense and protection of Earth Being, Human Beings, and Dependent Beings [all other Earth life-forms] from Outside Energy Beings (OEB).”

Star Nations pledged to,

“protect the [Human] Species against outside or external interference by OEB: Beings who are not represented within Star Nations, ... and who do not work within the Star Nations’ principles and mission objectives, ... but who work in Ego awareness still at their own [lower] levels of development.”

(Star Nations maintains surveillance and a protective cordon around Earth to prevent infrequent approaches by those lower-evolved beings. Such approaches are rare. In the 42 years since the Agreement was ratified, only four OEBs have been identified by Star Nations here, and these were prevented from going into circulation.)

The Star Nations did manage to secure Human recognition of their rights to continue activity consistent with the Star Nations Primary Mission of protection and,

“fostering the growth and development of the emerging Human Species in all manners consistent with the desire of Source [God].”

Further, Star Nations Councillors attested,

“that the Laws of Source [in particular, the Spiritual Law of the Protection of Man, and the Spiritual Law of the Growth of Man (6)] are followed in regards to the selection and approach of all [Human] Beings for such purposes”.

Star Nations specifically obtained Human agreement for Star Nations,

“to manifest [appear, visit] to individuals for purpose of individual growth and development as requested by the individual, or as approved by the individual.”

[Agreement of 1964] (7).

One of the primary purposes of contacts by the Star Visitors is to ensure that Star Visitors who incarnate as Humans are confirmed as such to Star Nations; and are provided with awareness and support by Star Nations, as these incarnates grow and develop on Earth. Star Nations also helps these individuals to become aware of and fulfill “the Personal Mission they are working towards, as Source has authorized.”

Another purpose of Star Visitor contacts is to provide awareness and development work with those Humans who have been genetically upgraded, the Star Seed adults and Star Kids. For a fuller outline of the place of Star Visitors since the outset of Humankind, see “The Role of the Star Visitors in Human Development” (8).

Let us now take a moment to put the development of the Agreement into historical perspective. While several events made insiders in government aware of Star Visitors presence since at least the early 1940s, the June, 1947 sighting of a formation of UFOs over Mount Rainier, Washington State by Deputy Sheriff and pilot Kenneth Arnold, and the UFO crash near Roswell (Corona), New Mexico three weeks later, both widely reported in the newspapers, brought broad public awareness of visitors from space. (This was the era before the UFO Cover-Up.)

President Harry Truman created a super-secret MJ-12 Committee to advise on how to deal with this development. The Army Air Corps (soon Air Force) gathered up the Roswell UFO wreckage and transported it to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio, and then to Los Alamos National Laboratory, New Mexico for study and analysis. As reported by Army Colonel Philip Corso (9), selected portions of the exotic devices and equipment were gradually transferred to favored commercial companies to be back-engineered into “brand new American devices” without revealing their extraterrestrial ancestry.

The Star Nations increased the pressure on the U.S. Government to acknowledge Star Visitor contact, by flying low over Washington, DC and the Capitol repeatedly in July of 1952.

Four months later Dwight Eisenhower was elected U.S. President. He soon had individual contact from the Star Nations, (as did other leaders of major governments) President Eisenhower made arrangements and later met with representatives of the Star Nations on February, 20, 1954 at a dry lake bed in what is now Edwards Air Force Base (10).

Two months later, on May 29, Eisenhower’s CIA Director, Walter Bedell Smith, Prince Bernhard of Netherlands, David Rockefeller, other top world financiers, later-Secretary of State Dean Rusk, later-British Minister of Defense Denis Healey, and other Western power leaders convened the inaugural meeting of the Bilderberg Council, a policy-making group top-heavy with Cabal types, to plan unified global strategy. Uppermost on their agenda was what to do about the “extraterrestrial issue”.

After major government leaders had mulled it over for three years, Star Nations representatives began to meet individually with the leaders of the U.S., Council of Europe, USSR and China to explain the Star Nations mission here and to stop the wanton attacks on Star Nations craft. These discussions led to the convening of the Preliminary Meeting of December 12, 1961.

This Preliminary Meeting was held in The Grand Ballroom of the Duchess Palace, London, UK. Seated around a large oval cherry-wood table were 26 Human representatives, selected by the leaders of the Four Governments.

(President Eisenhower had previously acquiesced in David Rockefeller’s insistence to head the U.S. delegation and chair the meeting. Thus, newly-elected President John Kennedy, only in office a few months, and not fully briefed about the impending meeting, was faced with a fait accompli, although he resented the choice of people representing the U.S.)

Representing the Council of Europe was International Law Professor Anthony Bradley.

Soviet Russian Premier Nikita Khruschev personally attended. Chinese Premier Mao Tse-Tung sent his most trusted confidant, an expert in international security matters, as his Official Representative. The Chinese went to considerable lengths to keep this individual’s identity undisclosed.

In addition to these leaders, the identity of some of the others in attendance has been disclosed to me by the Star Nations Councillor mentioned earlier, and are revealed here.

Laurance Rockefeller was present at the Meeting, chaired by his brother, David Rockefeller. Also present was David Rockefeller’s chief advisor, Heinz “Henry” Kissinger, (whom the British newspaper The Guardian called an international “war criminal”), and who was at the time a member of the U.S. National Security Council.

The British Queen, Elizabeth II, was present for this Preliminary Meeting. Over the course of the Meeting, perhaps the Queen found the experience of hearing Reptoid, Praying Mantis, and large-eyed, greyish-skinned Zeta Councillors talking telepathically inside her head a bit unsettling. Or perhaps it was, as, Councillor Meata noted, that she was the “only one at the table with [an] energy signature ‘undecided ’ in Awareness.”

(This latter phrase means that Elizabeth II, 35 at that time, was ambivalent as to whether to conduct herself in a way which gives primacy to Awareness of her relationship with Source (God), or whether to go along with the Cabal methods and agenda.)

But whatever the reason, Her Highness absented herself from the subsequent Ratification Meeting.

Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands, former Nazi SS officer, President of (Royal Dutch) Shell Oil, and co-founder of the Bilderberg Council, was also present.

The Councillor’s energy readings for the identity of another attendee point to this person’s being E.H. van der Beugel, Secretary-General of the Bilderberg Council, and successor to Joseph Retinger, who founded Bilderberg. Van der Beugel was President of KLM Airlines and headed the International Institute of Strategic Studies, London, (the British equivalent of the U.S. global policy group, the Council on Foreign Relations.)

The Star Nations indicate that all the other representatives, but one, were also of Ego orientation, (Star Nations parlance, for our purposes, for subject to Cabal influence.)

That solitary, atypical attendee at the Preliminary Meeting was Dr. W.E.B. DuBois, then 94. This noted African-American scholar and civil rights activist, with a Ph.D. from Harvard, had been co-selected by USSR Premier Nikita Khruschev and the Council of Europe to be a representative. He provided insight which was very different from the rest of the Human representatives.

Councillor Meata described DuBois as “of gentle energy and able to speak with open communication to the leaders of Russia and China.” DuBois had “a strong desire to bring education between cultures, and this item was considered to be a primary concern.” Before the Preliminary Meeting, Star Nations paid lengthy visits to Dr. DuBois, which took place in a protected environment without interference. DuBois definitely operated in Awareness of his relationship with Source.

When the representatives gathered on December 12, 1961, the room bristled with hostility and resentment of having DuBois present. Dubois advocated for going public about the Star Nations communications with Humans. But David Rockefeller, the leader of the Meeting, “requested” DuBois not to speak about the Meeting and communications, a directive Rockefeller gave the other representatives as well.

In late August of 1963, when preparations were being finalized for the Ratification Meeting the following April, DuBois was found dead in his new home in Ghana, Africa. The Ghanian government gave no cause of death. But DuBois died just hours before the August 28, 1963. quarter-million-person civil rights March on Washington, at which Dr. Martin Luther King gave his famous, “I Have A Dream” speech. Councillor Meata noted that DuBois’s death was “under suspicious circumstances.”

The timing suggests that the Cabal “sent a message.”

Thus, when the Ratification Meeting was held the following Spring, only 24 Human representatives gathered; two of the attendees at the Preliminary Meeting were not present: Queen Elizabeth II and Dr. W.E.B. DuBois.

Only a few human-interest details have emerged about the Preliminary Meeting.

In what has to be one of the greatest gaffes of the Twentieth Century and beyond, when the Preliminary Meeting was just started, Laurance Rockefeller spoke up and said, “We come in peace,” and then did a nervous laugh. The rest of the representatives nervously snickered, too. The Star Nations Councillors, who are exquisitely sensitive to the energy that communications come wrapped in, didn’t really know what to make of his saying that, and of the laughter.

But given the track record of the Humans whom we know were present at that meeting, (excepting DuBois), Laurence Rockefeller’s travesty of interstellar relations had about as much sincerity as the Dolph Lundgren character in the schlock 1990 science-fiction movie of the same name.

The other Human-interest item was that at one point, Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev got up and insisted on going into a side room for a private conversation with the Councillor for the Reptoid People. David Rockefeller strenuously objected to any side meeting at which he was not also personally in attendance. But Khrushchev insisted and prevailed. In the side conversation, Khrushchev lobbied to try to get exclusive information on advanced weapons systems for the USSR.. Needless to say, he got nowhere with the Star Nations Councillor in trying to pursue that agenda.

Over the ensuing four decades (and counting) since the Agreement of 1964 was ratified, Star Nations has honorably upheld its obligations within the Agreement.

The Four Governments have not, as is obvious to anyone who has informed him/herself about their misuses of advanced technology, their continued shooting at Star Nations craft, and their misuse of information about Human Star Seeds to kidnap, interrogate, abuse, and attempt to mentally reprogram them to forget who really kidnapped them and misremember the Star Visitors as the bad guys.

With the Cabal strengthening its control on major governments and institutions over the subsequent four-plus decades, the situation has become dire. That is, until September 29, 2005. On that date, representatives of the Star Nations met with four Human representatives, including the Councillor of/for Earth, to conduct a Formal Hearing (11) and Indictment of the Cabal for repeated violations of Universal Laws. The Cabal were convicted on such violations. The implication of those convictions is enormous.

Previously, as Councillor Meata noted,

“It is not that the Star Nations were fooled by [Cabal] Humans, though. We were simply not permitted by the Laws of Source to make differentiation in energy determination [good/bad] for a Species still in development. Even when it was known that betrayal or manipulation was ‘probable’, based on energy readings, Star Nations was bound to see the developing Species without bias to the individual point of reference.

Star Nations made all effort to work with Humans with full respect to the governing bodies, laws, and leaders set forward to represent them .If you will permit, it was in all effect a ‘best effort’ by all of Star Nations to do what was needed.

“It is now [since the 9/29/05 Formal Hearing] within the hands of the Star Nations to move forward with a new direction, and with the correct ability to differentiate between the Beings of Ego [Cabal] and those of Awareness who are Human.” (12)

This means that now the Star Nations are ethically free to, and have now started to, discriminate against the Cabal in whom the Star Nations share information and assistance with on Earth. As time goes on, being left out in the cold will work to the disempowerment of the Cabal. As the Councillor also said,

“Earth Being and Her safety, growth and happiness belongs not to those who are of pride and ego. It is the inheritance of the humble and the true of heart.”

I will close this report with one final reminder and admonition from my Councillor informant:

“The time of transition is upon Earth. It will either make it and be born into a new world, ... or it will be seen as [stuck in] Ego upon [reaching] adulthood, and I cannot say what might occur if that were to happen, as it is no longer in the hands of Star Nations, if that were to occur.“Star Nations work in service to Light and to Source through the path of Awareness.”

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Media Needs Safer Reporting on Suicide: Experts

Feb. 24, 2022 -- How should the media safely report on suicide?The news of Miss USA 2019 Cheslie Kryst’s untimely death by suicide on Jan. 30 stunned the world. Scrolling through breaking news headlines and social media feeds, many questioned how an accomplished lawyer, TV host, and social activist could have taken her own life at age 30. Comments expressing condolences and well wishes to her family and friends poured in, along with reminders to always check in on friends and family members. But for a certain group of people, headlines and social media posts with graphic details about Kryst’s death stirred up feelings of hopelessness and despair of their own. “While most people will ingest these things without having any kind of problem in relation to it, some small group of vulnerable people might be impacted in ways that are dangerous, even leading to suicide contagion,” says Victor Schwartz, MD, a clinical associate professor of psychiatry at New York University School of Medicine. Suicide contagion is “the process by which one or more suicides increase the risk of suicidal behavior in others,” according to the American Association of Suicidology.Media coverage of a death by suicide plays a critical role in vulnerable people’s safety after such news, says Madelyn S. Gould, PhD, a professor of psychiatry at Columbia University Irving Medical Center in New York. “There’s been a myriad of research in this area, and it’s clear that there’s a real impact of the media on subsequent suicides, depending on how the story is shaped, how headlines are shaped, and the pictures that are included in the article,” she says. “It could be the difference between life and death for a vulnerable person who gets triggered by the way the story was written.” And news of celebrity suicides can lead to particularly harmful outcomes, Gould says. “They may have been identifying with that celebrity for years or envision a perfect life. ‘How could that person be vulnerable to suicide?’” she says. “For another vulnerable person, it can make them feel even more hopeless about the situation.” Shaping the story to offer hope to those who may be struggling with suicidal thoughts, as well as sharing helpful resources, can make a huge difference, suicide prevention experts say.“Is it a story about hope and healing and encouraging health coping strategies, or is it glorification of someone’s death by suicide?” Gould says. “If the story presents suicide as a ‘coping mechanism,’ then the greater number of those types of stories, unfortunately, the greater likelihood that there will be subsequent deaths by suicide.” WebMD spoke to suicide prevention experts who analyzed media outlets’ coverage of Kryst’s death. Read on for a look at how they say safe reporting practices could save lives. How to Report on Suicide Many suicide prevention organizations -- such as the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, American Association of Suicidology, and World Health Organization -- have published guidelines on safe reporting strategies. One of the most universal principles is not reporting the method by which the suicide took place. Information about location and time, and other sensitive material, like photos, videos, or mention of suicide notes, should also be largely avoided.“Things like method or very graphic details about someone’s death from suicide can have a tendency to provide a way for people to identify with that death,” says Chris Maxwell, director of public relations and media at the American Association of Suicidology. It’s also important to steer clear of overly emotional or dramatic language when reporting on deaths by suicide, which can run counter to certain aspects of journalism, says Schwartz. “The fundamental problem with reporting on celebrity suicide is that if you look at the guidelines for safe reporting, they’re almost exactly the opposite of what journalists are typically trained to do,” he says. “We’re trying to have it not be incendiary, exciting, interesting, or romantic.” The experts help us analyze different outlets’ headlines and reporting of Kryst’s death to better understand how media can cover suicide safely and effectively. Media Coverage of Cheslie Kryst’s Death The New York Times “That’s fairly objective,” Maxwell says. “At least in the headline or the subheading, there’s not necessarily a method. Suicide isn’t directly mentioned.”“In mentioning suicide in general, we have to have a balance. It’s OK to say someone dies by suicide without necessarily talking about a method.” Fox News “They immediately say she jumped to her death and tell us from where, and then describe the building, so they are describing the actual suicide and the means to suicide,” Schwartz says. “Journalists are walking a kind of tightrope here, because if you present this like it’s a clinical research paper, people could accuse you of being heartless. But you don’t have to open up the article with describing how she jumped from the 29th floor of a particular building and what time.” New York Post “I would absolutely not include anything about jumping from a high-rise,” Maxwell says. “It’s outside of any sort of guidelines or recommendations.” “These pictures are totally irresponsible, with no opportunity to be talking about treatment for depression or calling the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline -- which will soon be accessed by calling, chatting or texting 988 -- folks can call, chat, or text if they are worried about someone else or if they are suicidal themselves,” Gould says.NBC News “’Her body was found in a Manhattan neighborhood near Times Square’ -- that’s an interesting way to phrase it,” says Maxwell. “I can’t imagine that adding anything to the story. Saying that she died, and that she accomplished all these things, seems much more core to the story and much more effective at talking about who she was. That’s what we should be focusing on.” Social Media Considerations Social media posts about deaths by suicide can be tricky, since these platforms also serve as a space for healing and unity between those who have been affected by suicide, says Dimple Patel, PsyD, a therapist and board member of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention’s Illinois chapter. “I’ve met so many people on Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook who I’ve connected through shared experience of losing someone or being in that grief process,” says Patel, who lost her mother to suicide in 2011. “There is a form of community there for those who are struggling. They can connect with people who are feeling the same way.”But problems can also arise, especially if posts aren’t closely monitored, which ultimately reflects the “pros and cons of social media,” says Aneri Pattani, a Kaiser Health News reporter and 2021 Bloomberg fellow at Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health. “You have the ability to talk about an issue that is often stigmatized and that is not talked about, which can also be detrimental,” Pattani says. “So, in some ways, that’s great that it brings the conversation forward like that and to people on a platform where they might be more comfortable engaging with it.” “At the same time, you have no idea when you put something on social media who it’s going to reach and what state they’re going to be in.” One potential way to promote safety for vulnerable people could be using “trigger warnings” in posts about suicide, along with including information on resources like the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline and the Crisis Text Line. “As someone is seeing your story or call out, if they are in a vulnerable position, they are also finding the resources right there and then,” Pattani says.Joining Forces Having advocates within journalism promoting safe reporting practices through training and dialogue with colleagues can be a big part of bringing about change, says Gould. And some journalists in the field have already begun this work. Pattani and Holly Wilcox, PhD, a professor at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health, are joining forces with Johns Hopkins and the Bloomberg American Health Initiative to create a free course for journalists that teaches responsible reporting practices. The course, which will be available on Coursera, will focus on suicide as a public health issue and will share research on how media reporting can affect suicide rates. It will also offer practical tips for reporting on suicide, such as how to interview sources sensitively, along with information on pitching, editing, and producing stories on various formats, including video and audio, Pattani says. The course is expected to be made public this summer.“We’re hoping we can get working journalists, as well as high school and college journalists who are learning, to use this course, so they have the skills and knowledge when they’re starting off in the field about how to report on this issue,” says Pattani. But reporters aren’t the only ones who could greatly benefit from these types of resources, according to Schwartz. “A lot of mental health professionals are simply not aware of these media issues and that how mental health professionals speak to the media about suicide matters also,” says Schwartz. “The goal of these efforts is not to tell journalists that they are bad people. We want to educate people who need to be educated on both fronts about these issues.” If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-8255, text HOME to 741741, or go here for more resources. Source link Read the full article

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part 6

This is my second submission for the last @wackydrabbles prompt # 145 That was really really good which will appear in bold.

My OG Riley had to be a part of this. She had to be. She started the wacky drabbles journey with me, it’s only fitting, my final submission is with her.

This also is a submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge for day 3 for paranormal.

The series: A Piece of Heaven on Earth

The Book: TRR

The Pairings: Liam x Riley / Riley x Nico

Word Count: 4599

Warnings and Ratings: Profanity, Sexual Situation, 18+

Song Inspiration: When Can I see You by Babyface

Song Inspiration: Come Away With Me by Norah Jones

Song Inspiration Just a Dream by Nelly

Summary: Riley moves in with Taylor until her apartment is vacated by Liam. Nico and Riley begin an relationship together. Team Liam launches an offensive to help bring Liam and Riley back together.

Original Post: 05/06/22 at 11:24PM EST

A/N: This is very special to me. So please be kind. I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life. I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant. I rooted for her immediately. Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be. Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression. So I will say it again. If you need help please reach out.

A/N: Last weekend I did a balloon release in honor of Cheslie’s birthday on the 28th of April. It was very cathartic. I think it helped. I still really miss her a lot, and hope she saw me in that moment, how much I did care for her as person.

A/N2: This is the conclusion of A Piece of Heaven on Earth, I still plan to do an epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed what I have created so far in Cheslie’s honor.

"Surprise!!!!"

"Riley oh my God! You’re here!"

“Guess who’s out of the hospital to crash with their baby sister!?!?!”

“I would have picked you up! Why didn’t you call me?”

"I didn’t want to be a burden, all you guys have had a hard time the last five months. It's okay! Besides, Nico was nice enough to call out of work, yet come to pick me up, from where we both work, and he’s doing all the manual labor of carrying all my stuff for me. Let him work."

“I heard that!” Nico said with a smile as he walked up and stood next to her, holding several boxes and a bag slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't mind helping you all out. Anything for my boo."

"Alrighty."

Taylor almost wanted to throw up in her mouth a bit. Riley was not "his boo." He only won this round by a technicality.

Chance shared Taylor's sentiment and started growling at Nico from the door, but as soon as Nico passed the threshold into the house, Chance immediately started barking at Nico.

"Chance! Be nice!"

Riley said sternly to Chance causing him to whimper for a few moments. But the low guttural growl remained as he watched Nico. Chance did not like Nico, not one bit. Chance’s main man was Liam.

Taylor smiled, it was like Chance was telling Nico, "Man Whore! Stay away from my Mama! She's already taken!!!!"

"You sure you don't mind putting me up for the next two weeks Tay?"

“Of course not! You’ll just have to sleep in the baby’s crib though.”

“What?”

“I’m kidding. KIDDING. Actually, we have a nice patch of floor cleared next to Chance’s dog bed you can sleep on.”

“With a sister like you, who needs enemies?”

“Max help Nico please!”

She pulled Riley inside by her arm.

“No Riley, we got you.” Taylor teared up hugging her.

"Tay, I'm fine."

"Riley you just don't understand what these months have been like without you. I felt like half of me was gone. The best half, and the not punctual side."

Taylor laughed through the tears.

"Sure you missed me? Don't make me fall asleep for another three months."

"Too soon Riley. That joke was not even funny."

Taylor shoved Riley but then pulled her in a hug.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Be punctual maybe?”

“Exactly.”

At dinner Taylor intently watched Riley with Nico. They seemed close, friendly even, but something about them just seemed off. There was something about the way Riley responded to him touching her. Nico was teetering on clingy, which was definitely a turnoff. Yes, it was clear he was completely smitten with her sister, but Riley didn’t seem to be completely relaxed with him, like she couldn’t be her true self with him. Riley didn’t seem that into him honestly.

That evening Taylor decided to talk to Riley for a bit, and offer her some free sisterly advice as she was settling down to sleep in the guest room.

“Hey Rye, are you comfortable?”

“Better than sleeping in a crib or sharing Chance’s dog bed with him. I’m fine, thank you for letting him sleep in here with me. He hasn’t left my side since I’ve been here. Chance was always affectionate, but this is next level for him.”

She looked down at him, smiling as his head rested on her stomach. He licked her hand again, nuzzling it, causing Riley to rub his snout. Chance’s tail wagged happily.

"I love you too boy." She gently scratched his forehead. Chance's tail wagged so much his whole body shook.

“He missed you Riley, so much. We all thought we were going to lose you. So what’s really up with you and Nico?”

“He’s nice. He makes me laugh, and you know, he’s not perfect, but I can tell he really cares about me, and I don’t want to be alone anymore. Life’s so short, and it made me realize I work so much and don’t have anyone to spend my time off with other than Chance and you guys. Nico is not a bad guy.”

“He's not a bad guy Riley, but he’s not the right guy Riley. He’s not. You just said it yourself. Life’s too short! Don’t you feel it? You could be connected to someone, the way you always hoped, that you were. Like something’s missing. Someone is missing?”

“Everyone doesn’t get that feeling Taylor, like the world stops when they meet someone. I’ve never felt that before.”

“You had it, you just don’t remember. Try to remember Riley. Nico’s nice, but he’s not the one you’re supposed to be with.”

That night when Riley was sleeping Chance woke up abruptly when she came into the room. He growled softly; Riley stirred but did not wake.

“I am not going to hurt her, you little flea bag, I just need to give her a message.”

Olivia leaned closer to Riley’s ear.

"You know, you had one job Riley. Now I'm back to fix this. It's because I love him; I always will and he deserves to be happy is the only reason that I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, I'd let you stay with the overly clingy Man Whore. You're welcome. Go to Apple Valley Park tomorrow morning for a run, and take your miserable mutt with you.”

She looked at Chance.

"And yes, I am referring to you. You know what to do, Chance.” Olivia bonked him on his nose.

“That’s one down, one to go.”

Liam and Olivia

This was harder than she thought. She watched Liam sleeping; she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hi my love. You turned out exactly how I feared you would, from my passing. And yes it means a lot to me that you held me in your heart for all this time as your wife, and I love you for it, but you have to let me go, it's time, dear heart, it's time. I was your first love. And being loved by you Liam Rys, is a treasure that I will cherish for all eternity. But, Riley Brooks is your last love. So I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to do to help her remember you. You will know what to do when it's time to reclaim her heart. But for now in the morning, go get breakfast at that place we used to love to go for bagels and muffins, get a coffee and go to Apple Valley Park, find a bench where the sun shines bright on you and warms you up, and just enjoy the morning. Chance will find you. And soon, she will find her way back to you too. Be patient, and when the time is right, seal it with a kiss."

Olivia turned to walk away.

"Liv?"

She slowly turned around to face him, giving him a small wave.

"You were supposed to be sleeping Liam."

Liam's eyes were filled with tears. "I miss you so much Liv, and I don't deserve you doing this for me."

"I miss you, and yes you do. Liam, what happened to me wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself; there is nothing that you could have done differently to save me. Riley was able to be saved, and you did it. You did a very selfless thing for her. Be patient with her, Liam. Take things slow. Deep down, she feels the same about you, that you feel about her. And I know you tried not to, but it couldn't be helped, you fell in love with her. And it's okay."

"Thank you Liv."

"You're welcome."

The next morning Riley woke up to Chance licking her face.

“I’m up. I’m up! You know I’m technically still on vacation for a bit right? We get to sleep in a little you know? But you don’t care. You know what, how about after breakfast we go to the park. Work off the bacon and pancakes we’re both about to eat. What do you say boy? Wanna go running?"

Chance happily barked in response.

Riley was ambitious in her workout gear,

thinking she’d go running through the park. The run turned quickly into a jog, which just as quickly turned into a fast paced walk.

“Mama has to get her endurance back up, Whew. I don’t remember walking being this much of a workout. It’s okay though, we’re still getting some exercise in.”

Chance was preoccupied and kept sniffing the ground as they walked.

“Let’s go this way, Chance,” she gave him a gentle tug on his collar, but he instead started in the opposite direction.

“Okay maybe not. We’ll go where you want to today. No it’s cool, all that obedience training we did together that I paid for, for you to have me follow the leader? It’s cool bro.”

After a few minutes, Chance lunged, breaking the leash from his collar and took off running.

“Dammit Chance, we already established Mama can’t run like she used to!!!!”

Chance had quite the lead, Riley tried to follow whilst screaming every command she could at him to get him to stop, but he wasn’t listening to her at all. Chance had a singular purpose in mind, find Liam and he had finally picked up his scent.

Liam closed his eyes and smiled when he heard a dog's barking approaching him as he sat on the park bench. Sitting his coffee down and half eaten bagel, he stood and turned, seeing Chance bounding over the hill, happily barking heading straight towards him; Chance had found him.

He knelt down to pet Chance who was clearly happy to see him.

“Good boy, you found me! Riley said you were the bestest boy."

Liam looked around in confusion. Riley was nowhere in sight.

"Where is your mom?"

Finally Riley emerged over the hill, screaming Chance's name.

“I promise you he won't bite!!!” She screamed from a distance out of breath. She leaned over her right hand on her hip; She looked like she was almost dry heaving.

Liam tapped his pant leg. “Come on, boy, let's take you back to your mom. She’s not coming down that hill. She looks tired."

Liam laughed softly at Riley’s sight.

Riley had sat down on the hill waiting for Chance to be brought back.

“Lose someone?” Liam asked as he sat next to Riley on the hill.

“You’d think a dog with short legs couldn’t run that damn fast. Or I'm just that damn slow lately."

She glanced up to his face.

“It’s you. Liam right?”

“Yeah. Hi Riley."

"How are you?"

"I'm doing great. No I'm exaggerating, I'm doing good."

Riley laughed at his joke.

“Chance went all Hulk and snapped his collar.”

“Let me see, maybe I can fix it.”

As she handed Liam the collar, his fingers grazed her wrist, and what felt like an electric shock passed between the two of them.

Riley quickly drew her hand back from his, her mind drifting, she heard her own voice at the top of her lungs singing obnoxiously like it was a faint memory.

“One thousand bottles of tahitian treat on the wall, a thousand bottles of tahitian treat……”

"Isn't there a light you should be walking into, or considering your less than sunny disposition, infamous lake of fire?”

She looked at Liam. It sounded like his voice in the memory?

“I fixed it. Are you alright? You look pale.”

"I'm fine." But Riley was continuing to stare at him oddly.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

"That really sounds good. Thank you."

Liam came back a few minutes later with bottled water for Riley.

“It’s no Tahitian Treat, but it will get the job done.”

“That’s my favorite drink. How did we know each other Liam?”

He immediately remembered how Riley's Mother reacted to the news. He couldn't have that happen again or Riley to be afraid of him.

He heard Olivia's voice tell him to be patient.

“Our paths just randomly crossed. Do you mind if I walk you back home just to make sure you make it there safely?”

“I’m fine with that.”

As they walked he noticed Riley was walking slower.

"Are your feet hurting?"

"If I said yes, would you carry me?"

"Yes, I would." Liam responded without missing a beat.

Riley surprisingly looked at him; she was blushing.

"Good to know chivalry isn't dead."

"If you've ever been wondering of its existence Riley, that means you're with the wrong man."

Riley turned to face him.

“You’re with the wrong man.” Liam said again.

Riley's eyes widened, and her breath hitched as she stared at him.

Wake up Riley and see me he thought to himself, I know you can feel it too. For a brief moment he saw a spark in her eyes, but it faded as quickly as it appeared. She broke his intense gaze, motioning to the house.

"Well this is us. Thank you Liam for the water, and walking my dog for me."

"I didn’t mind at all. He's a great dog." He handed Chance's leash back to Riley.

Taylor opened the door and when she saw Liam standing on the porch with Riley, she abruptly slammed it back.

“Well that WAS my sister.”

Riley went to the door turning the doorknob and while Riley's back was turned Liam smiled. What was Taylor up to?

"Okay….and she locked the door too. You want to sit on the porch with me until I'm allowed back in? It’s a nice morning, and we have a kick ass porch swing here."

And that’s what Taylor was up to.

“Sure.”

Liam sat on the porch swing with Riley, and instead of Chance coming to her, he sat at Liam's feet playing with one of his dog toys.

"Chance seems really taken by you. Did we hang out with you a lot?"

"No. I only met Chance once. Not trying to boast, but dogs are excellent judges of people’s characters. So it should tell you a lot, if a dog doesn’t like someone you’re around."

“That’s right!” Taylor screamed from inside the house.

“And we have an audience. Taylor, are you going to let me in or what?”

There was silence.

“And she’s ignoring me.”

There was more silence until the window opened.

"Psssst. Hey Liam….Liam…. come over here."

Liam walked over to the window and Taylor handed him a small tray.

The tray included two slushy tahitian treats, which Liam took. Taylor winked at him, closing the window.

It felt like everyone knew they belonged together but Riley at this point.

Riley tossed the water aside, and when Liam sat next to her with the tray she grabbed one of the bottles off the tray.

The conversation started flowing between her and Liam. She felt so comfortable with him and it felt so natural, she couldn’t help it.

Riley released one of the biggest burps she’d ever released in front of a guy.

“I’m so sorry,” she commented laughing.

“No need to be sorry, that’s damn impressive. You could give some of the frat boys I knew in college a run for their money. That was really really good."

Liam laughed and burped at the same time.

“That didn’t feel good!” Both continued laughing.

Finally after a while Riley faintly heard the door unlock. Liam heard it too. He hoped Riley wouldn't just end the conversation and run inside,

instead they talked for two more hours and got delivered another tray of snacks.

Finally though Liam did not want to be the one to leave, he had to go sign the paperwork for his new apartment. He thought Riley looked disappointed that he had to go.

One Week Later

"Taylor, you know I love you, and I say this from a place of love right? But you are freakishly obsessed with your sister’s love life, get away from the window!"

"Well I wouldn't be so obsessed if she wasn't with the wrong guy Max. She was supposed to meet Liam the night of her accident. And she still met him."

"She's a grown woman Taylor, hell!! She's your older sister."

"By only six minutes I might add."

"Still older. Let her make her own decisions."

"This is not the right one." Taylor rubbed her stomach.

At that moment Riley walked in the door pulling Nico by the hand.

Chance immediately started his low guttural growl as they went up stairs.

Riley locked the door behind Nico, and he pushed her against the door kissing her.

"Are you sure you want me to stay with you tonight?"

Riley bit her lip and nodded, she pulled off her top revealing bare skin to him. Riley was everything he imagined. Nico yanked off his shirt revealing his finely chiseled physique, Riley raised her eyebrow at him. Both liked what the other had revealed. Nico took that as a green light and grabbed her, pulling her close to him. As Nico picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him, and he loudly groaned, tightening his grip around her. They tumbled onto the bed together.

He cupped her breasts in his hands gently caressing her.

Nico whispered. "I've been wanting this for so long, Riley. I’ve imagined this moment so many times.”

Instead of responding back, she kissed him again. She couldn’t say the same. She had never had a fantasy about Nico. Not even one. Yes he was handsome, but he never invaded her thoughts in that way. She didn't mean for her mind to wander as his kisses had drifted to her neck, but it did. To many things, the way Chance always barked and growled in Nico's presence, talking with Liam on the porch, how he listened so intently to her,

and at the park… then something different but she felt like she was seeing it for the first time but it was her with Liam. But she didn’t remember this happening.

"Let's watch the sunset together, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful one."

They were together in a beautiful garden in the evening.

Side by side they stood, watching the sunset together enjoying a peaceful silence.

“Are your feet hurting?”

“What would you do if they were, if I was your girlfriend?”

“I’d carry you Riley.”

Riley smiled at Liam. She could tell from her body language, she liked him so much, the most she had ever liked someone.

“What do you think it would have been like, if we would have met that night?”

“I wouldn’t have been able to take my eyes off you, in that dress. Just like now.”

“I wish it would have happened like that.”

Riley’s heart was racing, but it wasn’t for Nico.

"Nico…"

"I want you." Nico grunted his hands sliding up her skirt.

"No, Nico, I can't do this with you, I'm sorry."

Nico quickly pulled his hands away from her, but he could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"This doesn't feel right."

"What can I do to make this right for you?"

"This isn’t about you Nico, it’s about me."

"I love you Riley, I always have."

"I love you too Nico, as a friend, and I don’t feel the way I should about you to be with you this way. I’ve been trying because I know how much you care."

"It’s because of him isn’t it? He told Hana he was your boyfriend."

“He what?”

“But you don’t even remember him, Riley. You let ME kiss you that day, not him!!!!! That should tell you something. How good was he to you if you can’t even remember him?”

“And Chance doesn’t like you.”

“Well Chance is an asshole.”

Riley laughed in shock, pushing Nico away from her.

“Dogs are great judges of character, and they know other dogs when they see them. You know that staying the night was clearly not a good idea, maybe you should leave Nico.”

“You’re right, maybe I should.”

Nico quickly got dressed and left, and that’s how Riley really knew he wasn’t the right one for her. She really didn’t care. Her mind drifted back to what appeared like a memory that she had no recollection of in the moment. Was it real? Something she imagined about him? Liam seemed so genuine.

The next day Riley decided to go to her apartment to see him. She knocked on the door, there was no answer. She looked to the fire hydrant, and found her spare key and walked inside. There was no sign of Liam anymore, as he had moved out. Her other key to the apartment was lying on the counter. She had no way of getting in touch with him.

Liam’s was settling into his new apartment was ironically two blocks away from Riley’s, and it was still close enough for him to walk to the Bodega for tahitian treats, which was what he was doing that day when the idea struck him. He knew what he had to do. Liv said he’d know what he needed to do when the time was right.

He didn’t know exactly when Riley would be moving back in. So time was of the essence. He had a plan.

Two days later, Taylor took Riley home.

“Dad had the place cleaned, but Liam was really neat, so it really didn’t need it. Does it feel good to be home?”

“It does.”

“I loved having you at the house, but I know you need your space Rye.”

“Thank you for having me.”

Taylor gave her one last hug before she left.

Riley exhaled flopping onto her couch.

“It’s finally just us again boy.” she whispered to Chance scratching his head. Chance curled up on the couch next to her.

It was a beautiful day, too beautiful to be sitting indoors. She decided to get up and go up to the rooftop of her apartment.

Riley pushed the door open and was met by a blinding light. When her eyes finally adjusted, she was standing on the rooftop of her apartment that had been converted into a garden oasis. It was her garden, and it was absolutely breathtaking. Who did this for her?

“And who the hell is going to take care of all of this? I’ve legit got a brown thumb. Mother Nature or God, I’m gonna need you to handle this!!!!” Riley chuckled to herself, starting to wander through the beautiful and sweet smelling flowers.

There was a seat in the middle and on it sat a white rose. For her? It better be, it was her damn garden on top of her damn apartment. She picked up the freshly clipped de-thorned rose, lifting it up to her nose, to breathe it in. She closed her eyes as she sighed contentedly. It was the most fragrant rose and its lovely scent filled her nostrils. Riley sat relaxing, basking in the sweet air and the warm sunshine.

Then she heard a voice… it was his voice, gentle, and so smooth it felt like he was part of the breeze.

“I wrote you a poem. It’s the first one I've ever written, because I felt so inspired by your effortless beauty…

Soft, Sweet….

Sensually Smiling

Sighs… Softly…..

Shifting Stares….

Sharing Secrets…..

Shhhh……

Shuffling Silently

My Sweet Star.”

Footsteps approached her, and then a hand caressed her shoulder.

She knew it was him, her soulmate , the one she had always been waiting for. Riley immediately turned to gaze into his face, the man that had just made her grin like a giddy school girl in love.

She turned to see… Liam standing there.

“Nice poem, but when have you known me to be silent?”

Liam burst out laughing.

"I'm noisy, belch loudly, and teeter on being obnoxious at times."

"You are, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

“Liam, tell me the truth. I see how you look at me. I can feel love leaping off of you in my direction, and I have these memories of you I don’t know how to explain, that I can't remember happened, but I feel like they are real.”

“They are real.”

“So, we’ve been in a garden before?”

“Yes, we have."

"Why don't I remember it? It feels like I am watching a memory, not like I lived it."

"But you did live it Riley, and we meant something special to each other. "

"How did you get back into my apartment? You left your key."

"The spare key you keep under the fire hydrant."

"I had to trust you to tell you about that."

"You did Riley. You trusted me."

Riley stepped closer to him.

"Why can't I remember you?"

"Because your heart stopped. But mine didn't and I remember every moment you and I spent together fighting to save your life.

The night of your accident Riley I was the blind date you were supposed to meet. We were fated to meet, and we still did. While you were in a coma, your spirit came to me wearing a blue dress and heels.”

Riley took another step towards him.

“You were everything you just said about yourself, that you just highlighted as faults, but they are not and still somehow I fell love with you. You’re my Casper the cranky ghost.”

Riley laughed out loud.

“That’s by far the craziest nickname anyone has ever given me.”

“Guess it’s fitting then because I’m crazy about you.”

He heard Olivia’s voice say “Now Liam!”

Riley’s breath hitched when Liam pulled her close. She closed her eyes as he closed in for their first kiss.

It was electrifying. After a few moments Riley abruptly pulled away bursting into tears.

“Liam!!!!”

She touched his face and then pressed her hand to his chest.

He rested his hand on hers.

“Finally I can really feel your warmth. I remember everything. Thank you and I’m sorry, I didn’t remember sooner.”

“It’s okay. We’re here now.”

Liam kissed Riley again.

“Would you like to stay for dinner Liam?”

“I’d love to.”

“I haven’t been to the grocery store yet, so are you okay with pizza?”

Finally Liam’s dream of a pizza night with Riley was coming true.

They went back down to Riley’s apartment where she ordered a large pizza.

“I did leave you a few things though.”

Liam opened the pantry door, there sat a case of tahitian treats.

“Um, two of those need to be in the freezer like right now.”

“You got it.”

She watched the two of them start to find their way together, as a new couple. Both a little giddy after all they had been through and finally reuniting with each other once again. Liam paid for the pizza when it arrived while Riley set the table and pulled out the drinks. They genuinely looked so happy together. It did hurt her a little watching how comfortable Liam was with her. Riley was the remaining chapters in the book of his life. Riley would be the one that Liam would have children with and grow old with.

“Well Flea bag, my work here is done. And for the record, she’s not the only one you’ll do tricks for. So Let’s Dance Chance!”

Liam caught Olivia out of the corner of his eye for a split second before she disappeared, dancing with Chance, then only he remained dancing in a circle on his hind paws.

He smiled back at Riley.

“Got any plans for next week?”

“I mean nothing firm set up yet why?”

“Let’s go to New York.”

The trip neither thought they would be able to take together.

“I'd thought you’d never ask. "

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BGC Partners’ & Cantor Fitzgerald’s Charity Day Drives Impact & Inspires Unity

BGC Charity Day was held in BGC offices across the globe including London, New York, Paris, Hong Kong, São Paulo, Singapore, Sydney, and other locations. In New York, BGC traders were joined by ambassadors including Cindy Crawford, Tony Blair, Rachael Ray, Henrik Lundqvist, John Slattery, Spencer Dinwiddle and many others, while colleagues in London partnered with His Royal Highness The Duke of Sussex, Damian Lewis, Kit Harrington, Cheryl Cole, Common and many more.

“Charity Day is the positive and enduring legacy for those we lost on September 11th,” said Edie Lutnick, President and Co-Founder of the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund. “Assisting charities around the globe allows us to honor those we lost by giving back in an uplifting way.”

Every year since 2002, Charity Day has opened trading floors and invited esteemed guests representing participating charities to join licensed brokers in conducting transactions with clients. One hundred percent of global revenue from Charity Day is distributed to the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund and helps charities around the world further their mission. The organization, which has raised approximately $336 million globally since its inception, was created to commemorate the 658 Cantor employees and 61 Eurobrokers employees lost in the 9/11 World Trade Center attacks.

“Transforming 9/11 into a day that focuses on hope and doing good for others is very fulfilling. Charity Day enables us to create a lasting impact locally and globally,” said Shaun D. Lynn, President of BGC Partners. “We are grateful to the luminaries from the worlds of sports, entertainment and government for their enduring enthusiasm and support.”

This year’s ambassadors representing participating charities joined licensed brokers on the trading floors to conduct transactions with clients: Cindy Crawford, Model (Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund);Tony Blair, Prime Minister (Tony Blair Institute for Global Change); Victor Cruz, NFL (Victor Cruz Foundation); Henrik Lundqvist, NHL (Henrik Lundqvist Foundation); Shannon Elizabeth, Actress (Shannon Elizabeth Foundation); Rachael Ray, Celebrity Chef (Pink Lotus Foundation); David Costabile, Actor (52nd Street Project); Billy Crudup, Actor (52nd Street Project); John Slattery, Actor (Bone Marrow & Cancer Foundation); Spencer Dinwiddle, NBA (Dinwiddle Family Foundation); Catriona Gray, Miss Universe (SmileTrain); Chelsie Kryst, Miss USA (SmileTrain); Dr. Ruth, Sex Therapist (Museum of Jewish Heritage); Brooks Nader, Model (City Harvest); Carol Alt, Model (Shelter Chic); Victor Olapido, NBA Player (Sterling Basketball Scholarship Fund).

To make a donation to the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund, please call (212) 829-4770 or visit www.cantorrelief.org.

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BGC Partners is a leading global brokerage and financial technology company. BGC’s offerings include fixed income securities, interest rate swaps, foreign exchange, equities, equity derivatives, credit derivatives, commodities, futures, and structured products. BGC provides a wide range of services, including trade execution, broker-dealer services, clearing, trade compression, post trade, information, and other services to a broad range of financial and non-financial institutions. Through brands including Fenics, BGC Trader, Capitalab, Lucera, and Fenics Market Data, BGC offers financial technology solutions, market data, and analytics related to numerous financial instruments and markets. BGC, BGC Trader, GFI, Fenics, Fenics Market Data, Capitalab, and Lucera are trademarks/service marks and/or registered trademarks/service marks of BGC Partners, Inc. and/or its affiliates.

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About Charity Day and the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund: Every year, BGC Partners and Cantor Fitzgerald, in conjunction with the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund, commemorate our 658 Cantor and 61 Eurobrokers employees who perished on September 11, 2001 by distributing 100% of our global revenues on Charity Day to the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund and dozens of charities around the world. The Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund initially created to assist families of Cantor employees who were lost on 9/11, has since broadened its mission to provide aid to victims of natural disasters, emergencies, direct service charities and wounded members of the military. Edie Lutnick is the President and Co-Founder of The Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund.

Charity Day is our way of turning a tragic day into one that is positive and uplifting by helping others. We invite celebrity guests who represent participating charities into our offices to conduct trades with licensed brokers and their clients. To date, Charity Day has raised approximately $159 million for charitable causes around the world, and since its inception, the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund has raised and distributed over $336 million. For information about the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund, please visit www.cantorrelief.org.

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