Brooding Her Eggs

RDP Monday: ASTRAL

There was the traditional way. We could always Fall back on courtship and tradition.

But the Nesting Pods of the Season House were more efficient for the future preservation of the species. Eggs and sperm were combined within each suspended animation pod could be grouped together for warmth and transmutation of ideas, thoughts and concepts.

Genetics from the best of sea species mainly dolphins and porpoises are incorporated adding extra intelligence heretofore unavailable to humans.

Careful sequencing ensured success. Elocution was just one benefit. Mixed in with the Wisdom of the Trees.

The embryos as they developed all pointed Starfish Moonward. Such well developed podling seedlings.

The lambent flickering lullaby our embryos through peaceful Dimensions.”

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The Goddess Mellifluous

Whale hum. Celestial hum. Elegant elongated fingers Rhythmically massaged each podling seedlings papoose case. Cradling. Cradling. In Our Arms.

All inhabitants have memories. Generational Memory.

Ancient memories that carry on via flora and fauna. Birds, Trees, animals. Rocks, oceans, sea and stone. For energy never dies. The Forest and whale songs are one. Enter into the Glorious Myst. Buddlings All.

Trees spun Gold. Trees Trekking Bronze, Silver, Gold Threads of Grace.

Daily the Women would gather together, hold hands spreading knowledge, Wisdom and understanding to each suckling. A universal hum could be heard over each Collective from Midnight to Dawn imbuing the children with Light, Grace, peace and Blessings. Once ready the young could follow on Hatching Day.

The last Transformation much of it ill conceived man made necessitated an internal deep sea cleanse to Planet Peapod. Gestational Earth Sea Sky. Seeded by meteors from distant galaxies.

Life filters from the Celestial to the Terrestrial and back again. An endless cycle of Restoration.

Goddess, Moon, Sun and Star Sisters recreated Pangaea Peapod to rise from the Ocean Depths.

Gentle Mother Mellifluous

heavily pregnant with beings arose to face the storm full force. Raising her arms spreading her legs wide birthing seedlings as the winds lashed whilst the waves crashed. Each podling descending into warm sea Sanctuary.

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones!

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones of Destiny!