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There
be these little bee stories I've been asked' to share with
people for quite some time,, and to be able to sit and chat with
yawl in the comforts of your home while doin' so.
Well,,, what a treat. Chaum Yawl,
Many
times I be hearin' people ask these Pheylonian friends of
mine,,, "While on your travels south to the Americas, did
you ever have any encounters with them there killer bees?"
Well now,,, that they did, but not with those tiny little
Amazonian swarms yawl hear so much about.
No, , , no, not at all.
Lord I’m telling you, after their second encounter with
these mythical giants, Iilah realized why no native, not for a
$100.00 US bill, will they ever guide anyone all the way up and
over and into the deep core of this 18,000 foot, extinct volcano
crater. It in
itself was a living sleeping giant, holding back far greater
stories the likes of which ain’t even bin rit yet.
Bon,,,To
Koh’Mance La, you must open to trust your wee self, of just
how very, very real this one of a kind adventure really was. In
all of me born days, never have I heard tell of such a story.
ii,,, till today, it remains unrivaled and stands proud amidst
the archives of true livin’ mythology.
Shall
we begin now with the greatest lil’ bee story I ever heard
someone live to tell in this lifetime?
ii,,, it bee one of the closest to their hearts, and
other tres’ sensitive spots, as you'll see when I finally get
around to tellin' it.
Let
us follow them now in spirit as they were brought to the very
base of this awesome, perfectly cone shaped, "Sacred
Volcano", as it is called by the 12 tribes who live in the
mountainous jungles surrounding this bottomless jewel of a lake.
It is said, there is five miles of depth from the ridge of this
Volcano, to the bottom point of this diamond shaped, emerald
green lake. Why this particular volcano be called the Sacred
Mountain and not one of the other three. It is explained
with more detail in iilahs "Alpha, Mu, and Omega"
Kronakul 73A. Although,, after this story, yawl
are gonna see why this Mountain is sacred and not that
one over there.
Meanwhile,,,
after camp was set up at the base of this Majestic Monolith,,, it didn't take them long to realize something
uniquely special was a brew.
Imagine
standing at an 11,000-foot altitude, looking up at a volcano yet
another mile and a half higher, beginning right there at the tip
of your toes, going straight up, cone fashon. Here, it's early
evening, and one could faintly see the dense, tropical growth
cresting this ancient sleeping giant.
Fortunately, two brave brothers of the Navichuk Family
who had befriended iilah and Tawlia, offered to help carry some
of their equipment to the base of the first level of ascent.
Iilah
offered them to stay for some bush tea and delicate treats, yet
they insisted on leaving well before sunset. They had a bit of a
“these guys must be crazy” look on their face as they made a
beeline back to their mud hut and thatched roof village some
distance away.
From
such an altitude,, the stars glistened like huge diamonds, just
a 'sparklin' within reach,,, and the moon, gracious me,,, it
looked like a huge day-glow beach ball comin' right at'cha.
ii,,, what a picture. I remember iilah say’n, “sure
glad there’s no faces in the moon tonight” as every body
shuddered at the thought, that would have bin
just to much. Within these few frames is where they came
to realize that this here mountain wasn't your every day, run of
the mill volcano,,, ii,, no way.
Suddenly,,,
here they were, engulfed in an
ecstatic outburst of silent lightning emanating from the ground
up. ii,,, its density equated that of the Aurora Borealis,, and
tremendous flashes of purple, green, white, gold, and pink
lightning intertwined, causing one to think they had just landed
on some strange, distant planet.
Well, they might as well have,,, for their experiences to
follow were not of this time neither,, yet in reality,, it
wasn't just 35 years ago when all of this took place, for real.
When
the Navichuks returned the next morning, an intense dialogue
took palace between Iilah and Bissenti.
Finally Iilah convinced Pedro and Bissenti to take them
up part of the way,,, but it was well agreed upon that they
would not crest the ridge,, nor would they remain on the
mountain as the sun began to set, and they refused to take any
money. So, with immediate plans made for an early departure on
the morrow, iilah and crew began to prepare all of their
somewhat back woods gear for what turned out to bee, a really
Tah-Zan adventure of a lifetime. Spending the second night at the base
of this mystical monstrosity set all four of my friends aglow,
into new realms of anxiety. There was no mistaking the energies
of what lay before us. After
all,,,, this was "the Sacred Mountain," and all could sense how
‘She’ held so many secrets from ancient times long
forgotten.
Finally,,,
after a restless night and early breakfast,,, our Native Friends
arrived and were anxious to get started on this arduous climb. From the bottom, it looked easy enough,, yet it took several
hours to just get through the high and somewhat rather thick
bush encompassing the base of this great mount.
Already,, deep signs of fatigue were beginning to set
in,,, the sweat was pouring, while everyone was grabbing for
air,,,, and it seemed as though the whole mountain was still
ahead.
As
they worked their way through this small treed tropical jungle,
the mountain began to take on a whole new look, as it got
steeper and steeper, and the trees got bigger and bigger and now
they had to grab onto the vines and vine sized roots at the base
of these really big
300 foot tall trees. Having forgotten they began this 8000 foot climb at an
11,000-foot altitude, made the carrying of all their equipment
and their breathing painfully difficult.
As the mid afternoon set in,, they were already
exhausted, and well into the third temperate zones change of
forestry, to what had now grown into a giant 300 foot
tall tree’d, tropical rain forest with a huge impenetrable
canopy. All the mountains I’d ever climbed usually started with
jungle of a sort, on up to where the tree line got shorter and
the trees got so small, they gave away to scrub brush then, just
rock, especially at the altitude they were at. Yet here it
was,,,,, completely different than the norm. Periodically, laser
type sunbeams would penetrate through this thick 'blot-the-sun-out' canopy umbrella, crossing each other like
swords clashing in the silver moonlight. At this point, the trees were
30 to 40 feet round at the base, and the Mount had an 84 %
incline to it. This is where Pedro and Bissenti put down their
gear, pointed the way up, wished them all well and stated that
they would not be coming back on the morrow,,, and of they went,
scurrying down the mountain like two little squirrels. Now,, at
some 16,000 foot altitude, they were really alone, and not at
all ready for what this night would bring, nor for the hardest
part yet to come, not to mention all the extra gear they now had
to amalgamate. Mind you,,, there was never a thought of going
back,,, yet a shower and a deep tissue massage would have been
very welcomed right about now.
As the sun set real quick behind the mountain, and the clouds rolled in
as quick as surf, all four were caught of guard. They had to
move real quick, in order to set up their tents in a lean-to
fashion. They had to dig into the steep mountain edge, allowing
just enough room for them to lye down with their legs partially
dangling over. As
they set about preparing their rather humble evening snack, the
sounds emanating from this ancient jungle were some what eerie
in a sense yet experienced.. Several hours into the night, they
were awoken by this very noticeable whirling hum, which could be
heard approaching from over the lake to directly overhead. As they peered out of their tents,
their campsite became illuminated with a pale blue light. Yet
still,,, they could not see their own hand, 6 inches from their
faces. This is when they experienced their first encounter
with a real U.F. you know "what." No
doubt,,, it was an unidentifiable Hovering Airborne Module. A
H.A.M. What a great new word to describe UFOs to people who are
skeptical. Folks,,,
I must apologize, because what was now being experienced can
only be described as a very real unidentified flying object,,,
just a hovering there above the trees. Never the sound of
acceleration, just a drone hum like no one ever heard before as
it came and went. More
details of this story can be found in Iilah's book,
Alpha,
Mu, and Omega.
Alive,
and as well as could be imagined, they awoke early, to the very
startling, nerve racking squealing sounds of what turned out to
be a ‘mated’ for life, pair of real mythical Quetzal Birds
just sitten some 200 feet over head. Well,,,, this,, and the
fact of what they had just encountered the night before,,, put a
smile and a tear to everyone’s face. Quickly, they quietly assembled
what seemed to be a double load, and began to climb higher and
steeper well into the later afternoon,, at which point they
managed to crest the ridge
of this colossal
cannon. ii,,,
imagine turnin' your head to the left, envisioning the youthful
Atlantian Caribbean,,, then
to the right, instantly
absorbing the
magnificents of the pulsatin' Mother Pacific.
I tell you,,, it's so easy to get carried away, because
each minute represented an influx of visions, relating to man's
earlier advent upon the Earth.
Myyy goodness,,, it was like goin' back standin' there as
we did some nine thousand years ago.
The ridge was but only 15 to 30 feet wide in spots, and
the crater's mouth, not more than a half-mile across. We could
barely stand because of the very high winds, so we ventured
round to the other side where we found a shelter between some
20-foot tall jagged pillars.
Camp
was set in a sandy little crevasse, neatly tucked away, corn
flats were heated and fresh picked, garlic flavored halvah
(a hard wood tree mushroom) they picked near the top, was a'sizzlin' over their
small camp fire. Soon
after supper, , they were safely tucked away in their tents and
were asleep before the count of 5
ii,,, totally exhausted they were.
Here again,, well into the night, their slumber wasn't
without incident,, for once more our H.A.M. compadres
returned in the same fashion, to pay them a visit. Only this
time, it was a whole lot closer, and far more intense, because
the canopy was no longer there to act as a buffer zone. Every
one sat there, very humbled and quite silent. If one didn’t
believe in U.F.O’s, this was the perfect scenario capable of
changing the mind of even the most staunch non believers.
Having
survived such an inspection from our galactic friends for a
second time,,, a deep
realization befell them of
why this was
the sacred mountain,
and not the others.
I remember lilah lying awake for a spell, contemplating
the silent mysteries of what might lie in store for them, upon
their early descent into the depths of this shadowed crater.
Their need for more fresh drinking water and a shower was
beginning to take effect, and nowhere was such a supply to be
had. Having already
observed many of the hidden revelations within the untouched,
tropical jungles on the face of this mountain left everyone
activated with a heightened sense of spirit and intrigue. Were they
to be lowering themselves into an ancient time capsule, perhaps
an entry into the hollowed Earth. Obviously, this was a highly
protected environment, and I don’t mean by smoky the bear.
In rising with the sun and affirming their position upon
the ridge of this energized monstrosity,, the grains for the day
were made, nori rolls put together and rigging checked for their
dangerous descent into the unknown. Unfortunately, Iilahs little
team were inexperienced, when it came to mountain climbing, and
they really didn’t have all the professional gear needed to
descend such a rough well aged rock faced wall, going straight
down some 400 feet at a 94 degree angle.
After
proper nourishment, some stretching and a quick meditation of
thankful connection,,,
over the ridge they went. Having
brought 200 feet of rope left them short a hundred or so,,, yet
they reached bottom with only minor mishaps and bruises.
From this new position, looking upwards to the ridge,, it
was made obvious that they had not entered shrub jungle,,,
instead, they were standing once again at the base of giant,
lady-like banyans, extending their limbs and vines hundreds of
feet upwards. They did not want to go slashing around, cutting
their way through the 12-foot tall, inter-mingled wire-meshed undergrowth,,
they had little choice but to take the Devine Pathway. So
up they went some 20 to 30 feet, then out onto the appropriate
limb, securing just the right vines, then, with a gasp and a
gulp, and the adrenalin stirred,,, up, up, and away.
Woi ,,,,, talk about a thrilling
experience. Some
swings covered at least 60 to 80 feet,, and only once did they
come crashing down, because they all had to ride the last
available vine, together. So much for a silent unnoticed grand
entry. Landing unhurt atop this springy 5 feet tall undergrowth, their
laughter could be heard echoing throughout the crater as they
realized no one got hurt.
Finally, by late morning,,
they reached the center of this ancient, virgin-forested paradise.
To their amazement, the tree line stopped abruptly, and
here they were, standing at the edge of this 7-foot tall canary
grass. As they ran through it, towards the very center of this
crater, they came upon a huge, perfect circular burn ring which
had been charred from the top down, rather than from the bottom
up, as would do a typical grass fire or volcanic activity.
The ground and about eight inches of grass stocks had not
been charred at all, yet some 5 to 6 feet of growth had been
perfectly burnt clear away. Because of the previous nights' encounters,,
it was obvious, without question, about just what had caused
such a perfect burn ring to be.
While standing there, somewhat awestruck by the grandeur
of the whole experience, geographically, they were at the very
point to the center of this amazing mass of concentrated sacred energy. Once
again,,, they stood silently at a place unlike any other on our
hurtin little Planet.
lilah began to feel a certain
uneasiness, because till now, all had gone too well. Had they been guided to the kohr of this forbidden ancient
capsule, only to reach an oracle of surmise being tended by the
spirits of the Holy Ancients?
For some unknown reason,,, lilah's instincts were stirred
to where chills ran up and down his spine, and his heart thumped
out a beat to match the growl of his stomach.
Suddenly,, there
it was,,,
a ‘flutter
buzz’, to try and put words to it. Again, a sound
like no
other ever heard,,, making that four already in just two days.
And now , the four who had dared to trespass onto these
un-welcoming unvisited sacred lands, were now being confronted
with a fate far worse than death itself,
ii, at first glimpse,, lilah thought they might be just
another one of
the ever so curious species of humming birds,,, but when one
hovered at eye level, 7 inches from his nose,,,
lilah's heart
almost exploded.
Here
were the extinct, hieroglyphic, giant killer bees, which had
survived the perils of Atlantis by having bin raised with the
mountains to such heights within the protective walls of this
enormous, 7,000 year old already extinct greenhouse. Obviously,, this inactive volcano had already procured its
tropical growth while being at sea level, after the sinking of
the Great Motherland of Mu.
Then,,, a few thousand years later when Atlantis met with
a similar fate and the continental plates shifted and rammed
into each other once again, causing the Andes to rise yet higher
to such great heights. This sacred, extinct volcano rose up atop
it all, with all of its inhabitants and growth intact. Thus explaining why the other volcanoes and mountains around
it had so little or no growth at all,, for they were much
younger and active at either level,,, and nothing, ever
experienced compared to the
likes of what was in and around this Very Sacred
Mountain.
Immediately, lilah whispers to his
colleagues,, "Stand ever so still,, don't swat,, Breath
slow and deep and think only sweet things". That’s all he
had time to gently blurt out. What they were confronted with
here was a scouting party from the main swarm,,, perhaps some 11
or 13 bees. As
described by lilah, having had eye to eye contact with the
leader of the pack so to speak,,,,, This four inch long
brilliant golden velvet Bee,,, was bigger than the average
thumb,, and wings buzzing something like a humming bird.
Its head was the size of a full marble, and it would
rotate from side to side, up and down,, conducting a full
analysis of the intruders.
lilah could recall the sweat just a'gushing out all over.
Then slowly,, this pulsating' son of a bee left his eye
contact and ventured lower, 'round to lilah's backside,,, and at
this point is where iilah realized that God's got one heck of a
sense of humor, although it wasn't all that funny at the time.
Remember that old joke about someone being bit by a
poisonous snake in the mounded, remote areas of the gluteus
maximus,, and only a good friend
would dare to suck out the poison?
Well,,, wearing short sarongs has its benefits at times,,
but this wasn't one of them.
iilah could feel the wind from its wings centered equally
onto each cheek,, and he don't mean the ones on his face,
either! Talk about
wincing the smile of death!
What seemed to be an eternity soon passed,, and this one
particular somewhat arrogant son of a pooper snooper resurfaced
to make eye to eye contact once more with iilah,,, and soon,, a
reassuring calm overwhelmed him.
The vibrations experienced were those of a new found
friendship,,, real Dolphin energy. During the proceeding week,
their adventures with these bees grew to where telepathy, humor
and what seemed to bee images of old were shared with Great
enthusiasm. Imagine, this would be the first time such an
experience had taken place since the times of myth.
At times, these bees had them all belly laughing and at
times, even in tears, simply because it all was so beautiful so
complete, so whole and so everything God planned for ‘E’s’
loving children to experience. In the process of leaving The
Kreators Side, for far to long, man’s kind has missed so much.
There was a time when nature and man were both tuned into the
real matrix, peacefully, together.
Before taking leave,, these curious
bees reflected a playful air and flew several circles around my
Pheylonian friends. Then,
they came close enough to touch. At one point iilah put out his
over turned hand, and this one bee would land on it. Iilah was
amazed at the weight it carried. It was obvious they had no
fear. Then, off they went,,, not being seen or heard of again,
until early that evening when supper was being eaten around a
small campfire. The
same few came by to observe, smell, play, and even taste some of
the honey, which had been put out for them to sample.
I remember Isan commenting on the expression one bee gave
while sampling this Canadian honey,,, it was as though he were
sayin',, "Man,,, you call this honey,,, why,, it ain't
nothing compared to what we got stashed".
Be it that the energy, vibrashons, smells, and activities
of my Pheylonian friends reflected that of the unnatural
disharmonious way of life, and the stench of dead, decaying
flesh was picked up, rather than the essence of nature's natural
nectars,,, they'd all bin goners.
Upon returning safely, after a week
of living fantasy, they were
greeted by the Elders of St. Juan along with the whole tribe,
who grabbed iilah and his friends carrying them on their
shoulders through the village. It was started by the Acaldi of
the Mayan Tribe, that no one has ever lived to tell such a
story,,, The whole
tribe then partook in the proceeding festivities well into the
night. Before they managed to get away, it was told to iilah,
where those who were bit by these giant, venomous bees would
roll and scream in agonizing pain for several hours, before
their heart would contract and then explode.
Yeah, thanks,,, why didn't they tell him that before they went
up there? From this day on iilah and his family were treated with a
whole other respect, not just from their village, but from the
surrounding ones as well. All I could say is thank God,,, and
bear in mind,,, who ever heard tell of a bee biting a flower?
Well, stink weed anyway.
Thank
you ever so much for sharing your heart felt time with us.
Chaum,,,I
Bee
Kjo
Dindee,,,,,,,, Doin' all I can to introduce you to the Heart and
Dolphin Energy Workings of my Fine Pheylonian
Friends.
The next infusement to our Story Tellin’ Time is the very true tale of
how this beautiful big, black bumble bee, with a very apparent,
brilliant golden heart on it’s forehead, came to bee-friend
Tawlia and actually protected our camp site each day, from 9 to
5, for several weeks while we stayed in the foothills of
Kennesaw, Georgia.
Please,,,
one very last and most important
thing,,, one so close to our Hearts,,, for without the love, care and insights of
our really Sweet and most dedicated friends Nasheya and Jafeh,,
who patiently built this inspiring website and then fought
Hurricane Ivan to get this to yawl and just a month
late,,, Tawlia, iilah and Tahn wish to extend their Gratitude
for a most Amazing Job Well Done.
Thank You, ever so much, to our hard working
conscientious caring staff who lovingly maintain the initial quality of
every little thing you see manufactured by Pheylonian
Productions Kohr
Finally,
a special thanks goes out to Shannon, a very caring and helpful
friend with a flare for making everything you see put before you
look so graphically beautifully.
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