The Hearts of Nations
by
Dominic Arena  Daley

June 21, 2001 ~  edited December 28, 2002

'a tale of two angels from the great waters of life swimming around planet Earth as dolphins' 

Dedicated to World Freedom and the lives of Henri Fabre and Jacques Lusseyran ~ French
Hector Berlioz (1803- 1869) French Composer Symphony Fantastique - 2nd. Movement

 "Un Bal"

Narration:

Out on the edges of Heaven tales are now told of human hearts living on the small bubble of a world called Earth. The unconscious minds and the little lives of all life forms on this planet are the subject of these transforming and illuminating tales. From insects to plants, animals to humans, the minerals and chemistry of life forms, all caught in the twist and turns of fates, within the wheels of spiraling complexities seen now on the horizon. Tales of men, women, children and the 'little lives' of the insects, plants and animals, crossing in the byways and paths within the crossroads of all their lives. Here, in lives spires within all, a silent language speaks and can be heard speaking to the 'Hearts of Nations'. Often these 'heart felt impressions' are experienced by folks living out in the countryside in the world of nature where it is felt, 'the unconscious little lives' of all, in the lap of great Mother Nature. Found here are often better sources for wisdom and truth than any government's political agenda, a nation's laws or even the nation's popular works of art. For here is the world where time becomes space, a place of great beauty and change, surging, beating to the frequencies of 'Hearts of Nations' changing the world of Earth and our universe forever.

The world's modern world civilization began with a religious movement in the 16th Century called the Reformation. A German Catholic clergyman, Martin Luther (1483- 1546), started the Protestant denomination of Christianity, breaking away from the Church in protest of the church, state relationship that had developed in Germany and Western Europe with the Roman Catholic Church in Rome. Then little over a hundred years later in the 17th Century came the Age of Enlightenment (1670-1770) also known as the Age of Reason which first came out of England and America with social, political and religious doctrines of the times being questioned and challenged. Great scientific advances came out of this period with the works of Rene Descartes (1596-1650) a French philosopher and mathematician, John Locke (1632-1704) an English philosopher and Sir Isaac Newton the English mathematician and natural philosopher with the laws of gravity and motion (1642- 1727). At the end of the 17th century the Romantic poets wrote of deism or natural religion stating the entire world and its laws were created by God but then leaves it to men, women and children to discover its truths and the everlasting principals by which its creation works.

The natural and emotions were favored over the formal and artificial. Goethe of Germany was a formulator of Romanticism but the body of this writing came from England with the poets Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley and Keats. By the mid 1800's Romanticism appeared in France with the works of Baudelaire and Rimbaud. All writing their new epistles to the 'individual' and to 'life' itself, the human being's heart space was seen arriving, shining like the Easter Sun, rising to take center stage in the drama of the evolving human being, walking in Mother Nature's round, ripe gardens, fructifying in juices rich.

From Homo Sapien to Homo Sapien-Sapien, the journey of the unfolding human consciousness was undergoing major accelerations! In just five hundred short years much happens across the waters of the world and carry great reverberations across the lands. In 1788 the new United States of America wrote a constitution and offered political, religious and civil rights to great numbers of people. In 1789 the French would overthrow the absolute monarch, King Louis XVI in August of 1789, The Declaration of the Rights of Man was written, declaring individual liberties for all, except the King and the nobility, who were summarily executed with the monarchy being abolished in 1792. The Industrial Revolution started in England in 1760, passed through France in (1830) continuing on to Germany in (1850) and arriving in America in (1860). ‘New Atlantis' Francis Bacon the English writer would declare of The United States of America. These rapid-fire changes of the 18th and 19th Centuries evolve into the global Information Age of the 20th and present 21st Century.

From the edge of a flat world human's minds, hearts and wills accomplished deeds that brought the world into a proper, 'saving the appearances', perspective, of rounded and sensible world views with modern scientific, industrial and social revolutions. Yet it is the 'heart felt experience's in the lives of men, women, children, the small 'insects of life 'and the 'still waters of deep hearts', that are remembered by the Angels and a folks lore, long after these individual's lives are completed here. We all understand that 'art imitates life and life is the medium from which art springs'. Here, in the experiences of lifetimes felt, the balance is found like the colors of a rainbow, ancient directions, bridges and maps discovered anew. Ways home, born of living, growing human natures, with experiences shared in heart cages of bones or skins, surrounding the commons of 'humanskinds'. Likes and dislikes, pulsing, weaving, pointing out the ways through the waves of colors into the bright light. A future, fluid, shimmering and melodious with promise of new worldviews within far finer worlds. The colors and frequencies of feelings are the bridges between this great thinking and the strong willing that have benefited 'humankinds' so much.

"Take us for example, we are Angels who swim around the waters of life as dolphins, part of the 'great humanskinds fabric' and have been around the globe a few times, if you don't mind us telling you! I'm Blues and this is my friend Jazz."

"We have been freed up in the Great Waters for 500 years now. We found the dolphin form perfect for our work and their relationship to the whales and cows in the fields were all the indications we needed to choose them for our space to your time transform. We have learned your ways, your concerns and your world views well and find them extremely flat and in real need of a 'new thought movement’ or a 'more heart centered vibration' allowing for realized visionary living! We were dolphins once helping to clean your Pacific Ocean's dead spots after you destroyed much of this ocean, before returning back to the Great Waters life after life world. Heaven you call it, but we call it the Great Waters when in dolphin form. As evolved humans who became Angels, we came to understand dolphins better, their language and the freedom loving lifestyles they live. Now when we return to the Earth to help you mend your environments or guide souls home we always infuse in the dolphin's form."

"On Earth you still hate and conspire against each other, fighting your wars one or more a year for the last 40 thousand years of your Earth's history." Blues continues:" A flag of 34 colors flies over your world in waves of passions, fears and great travails like the primitive skull and crossbones. Anger and hate are the two greatest killers on your planet by far, and wars are usually fought between those who have things and those who want them and are willing to die for them. Beliefs and religion have accounted for a lot of this 'emotional plague'. We have had wars in the Great Waters and still do to this day but the rebels' are outnumbered 3 to 1 and are expelled to the lower astral stripe to continue their evolutionary development before returning here."

Jazz frequents sounding:" All are welcome here in peace and harmony with the 'All One'. It is a frequency that is in the middle range of your heartspace. It is not found in the clouds of the 'holier than thou' high minded, or in the base elements of the 'devil be damned' thrill seeking folk of disturbed and generally low vibes. You still use a death penalty for those of yours who kill one another, away from your many religious and holy wars. Here in the Great Waters the very few who kill one another down on the lower astral stripe, 'low vibe and bad area', are placed in the 'aqua pen' for the rest of their lives, and no bars hold, it is the greatest and only pain felt here in this world of ours, and as a result happens very rarely. The vlf of their pain could kill a whale; it is very bad, avoided like the dead spots in the seas of a planet! Sad really, this punishment, so painful and no greater pain is felt. Humans are so quick to administer as remedy to this 'difference of kind', death, as if 'kill and be done with it’s better than the examination and study of the 'difference of kind' and its accompanying frequencies that would provide new found understandings about your humankind. Yet humans seem to think it is beyond their kin and capabilities to figure this riddle out, and now the 'examined life' is seen as a 'questionable venture'. This never fails to strike Blues and me as very 'funny and sad'. You see if a dog can figure it out, why not humans? Anyway as I was saying we are angels, lower case is happening now, who like the dolphin form and consciousness frequency and use them to manifest and assist your life here on the planet."

"Here in the Great Waters, or Heaven as you like to call it, we have all we will ever need and anything, imaginings, wishes, desires, as long as they contribute to the betterment of all in the community they manifest. All for one and one for all. 'The Three Musketeers' is very big here in the Great Waters world." Blues frequents sounding.

"The most viewed play by far" Jazz frequents sounding again.

Blues continues:" seems it touched many hearts in your world and even your species evolution was sparked by this tale, imploding upon your world's collective consciousness, firing your kind to take a step 'on the wild side' so to speak, stepping up the ladder of our mutual evolutionary streams, yours and ours and creations! To fill new niches in the evolutionary streams ladder that carries us all up into our own Creation's Mind, within the ever-expanding universe. Or as the Romantic poet Keats wrote so simply, "we are all part of God's long immortal dream."

Jazz says to Blues telepathically: "Lets take them on a journey through the lives of some humans showing our friends here what it is that moves life along on its ways back to the origins and frequencies of all life and ahead into the participatory creationism with in the Great Waters!"

"Sure Jazz sounds harmonious, I will tell them. "

Blues and Jazz speak in high-pitched frequencies sounding like a 1000 children playing outside on a new spring day. They speak to the growing audience.

"Listen closely now! We are going on a journey to visit some lives of humans who through their hearts changed the world you live in today, your 21st Century. What we will show you is protected in the Great Waters Hall of Records and can not be altered or charmed in any way, totally free of your worlds poisons, pollutions, devious manipulations and envy. These are pictures, recordings of times past and then some pictures of times present and possible futures. Just swim along with us as we leave the Great Waters blues and greens...in the green peach blossom fields.... into the black well, swimming to the not to distant anti-mirror Universe and the world called Earth."

Chartres, North Central France 1915

Notre-Dame of Chartres

"Hear those explosions, see the artillery moving ahead? That is the country of France in your year 1915 and the Army you see is Germany invading France. There, you see them now, marching against little resistance as they move ahead. It is man that makes wars, we 'humanskinds' have learned not to war, one against the other, it is forbidden in the Great Waters. Come on... "

The dolphins are now swimming in a sea of colors from the blue-green viridian wheat fields below, the pale blue skies above and the colors of a Gothic cathedral's stained glass windows.

"Here are the "humankinds" creation of blues of hues never seen anywhere on the earth surface before. Oh Charters, the church of Mary and her holy tunic, I know her blues of star-sapphire, turquoise, cobalt and indigo, so like the grapes and waters of the Mediterranean Sea." Jazz exclaims:

Laughing like children they peel through the liquid like colorful atmosphere. Gliding on the waves of color they float through the reflected light of the 14th Century Gothic Cathedral's 106 stain glass windows and their favorites, the three rose glass windows. All mixed here in 7 acres of color, as a world transported heaven wards. We see in the cathedral praying Parisians calling out to the Madonna for her loving providence. The cathedral's windows are like a living robe interweaving with the sunlight passing through the Madonna's image, capturing the Earth Spirit dancing in the light reds and dark blues of the colorful atmospherics. The time is transformed into the space of colors (4) lifting all above the troubling times. All except one, who found upon the ground a source of unending wonder and joy.

In the back rows of the great Gothic cathedral sat an old man, his name is Prairie Dupre in attendance at Mass with his children and wife Maria. He is 92 years old. Staring at the floor, we see him watching a beetle walk up and down the isle of the pew they sit in, his children pay him no attention as though they had seen this total lack of reverse or respect for place displayed by their father before. The dolphins swim through the waves of colors moving along the dark edges of the congregation's concern and deep prayer. The soft blues are strongest in the center of the light then falling into deep blues at the edges of the light transformed, so dark they appeared black. These blues that looked as if they were from beyond space and time, circled above Prairie Dupre, his wife and their children. Blues speaks up.

"Here is Prairie Dupre a man whose life is ruled by his heart's passions and a mind for keen observation of the seemingly mundane. See how he watches the beetle? He lives in a world that is populated with the insects of his France. In fact he thinks insects display more social acumen for cooperative living than most humans do. I tend to agree with him. Now let us glide back in the warm, sparkling waters of time, back to Prairie Dupres childhood and watch him growing up and observe the fires that burn deep in his heart."

Avignon, South East France 1829

"Prairie Dupre was born Christmas day, 1823 in Saint-Leons, France. Napoleon Bonaparte died 2 years earlier on St. Helens. Prairie Dupre is living with his mother and father over the bar that his father is keeping. See the merchants and wheat farmers approaching quickly and leaving quicker, demanding payment for wines, wheat, cheeses, meats, but not being met by his father? Hear them shouting?"

"You pig, we will run you out of town if you do not pay us before Christmas!"

They came at all hours of the day and night. One day Prairie's mother is yelling at his father, Prairie is watching something on the floor and hardly hears the yelling parents. He is watching a Praying Mantis that has found its way into the Dupre bar and household. As Prairie is watching the antics of the Praying Mantis his mother turns to look at her son, the tirade ceasing momentarily with her erstwhile husband breathing deep now, to notice he is up to his old tricks again, watching 'those foul little creatures'.

She shrieks her loudest 'bug in the bar scream', but Prairie, so accustomed to it, does not even blink an eyelash continuing his observations unmoved. She rushes to Prairie's side and with a broom sweeps the Praying Mantis to the door and with one grand gesture opens the door, sweeping the Mantis out onto lou Prego Dieou Rue..

"You and your bugs Prairie! Perhaps you could catch them for my cooking pot, as your father can't seem to keep even greens from a garden on our table, much less leg of lamb or a side of beef!"

"Oh no Mama, not my little friends, they would never want that. Besides they are vegetarians. Papa would never eat such things!" His father half hung over from the nights work says nothing as he pokes about in the pantry for some bread and olives. Jazz speaks up.

"You see young Prairie even at this young age knew that the cows, our brothers, that he saw in the fields ate nothing but greens and never could understood why people ate the cows rather than just the greens, as the cows seemed so big and strong from their simple diet. His father a meat eater understood little of the ways of nature and nothing of the eating habits of insects. Prairie was already a keen observer of the nature kingdom and its ways, and was to become a vegetarian for all of his adult life."

"Prairie! If your Papa does not pay his bills we will all be eating your little friend’s escargot, like the little snails they eat in the Royal Palace, only we will have more variety. You understand we peasants have all the outdoors for our cuisine, not walled in like some King or prince, we are free to roam the woods like the deer, the wolves and the bears, all foraging for our fare. One big happy family with your bugs Prairie!"

The boy screamed:” stop, Mama that scares me! The way you speak makes the world of nature so frightening! It is not so Mama! It is not so..." She turned abruptly and went back to the father and picked up where she had left off.

Blues, swimming in the waves of the country takes all to see the young boys heart... "So it went. Prairie, his brothers and sisters could not find enough food on their parents table to survive so they were, one by one, sent off to different relatives and friends of the family for better lives. Prairie's good fortune was that he went to live with his grandparents in Malaval on a country farm. It was here that he flowered as the great watcher of insects. At age 6 his childhood was now quiet and peaceful, though still very poor it did not seem to matter at all. The grape vines, olive trees, rye, oats, greens, potatoes and turnips from the garden and an old Chestnut Tree along with some chickens for eggs and farm animals for meat provided amply for their modest needs. He was loved by his grandparents and was happy playing and watching his 'little friends'."

It is here that Prairie first begins to develop his skills of observation; lets look in on our little scientist and listen to his thought processes at the young age of 6 on the farm. Geese are running about the farm fighting, the lambs are gamboling here and there, the caves are calmly eating the grass and the sow has 6 feeding piglets hanging from her. There stands Prairie amidst the wild quiet of moss ferns and luminous pools where the animals take their moist sustenance, the cows being the main source of revenue for the family. Rye, oats and potatoes were the main crops and hemp provided the sewing spindles with fibers for linen and was his grandmother's sole domain. He stands in a dirty frieze frock, barefoot; a handkerchief hangs from his waist by a string. Hands behind his back he looks into the noonday sun, and thinks what a splendid thing this sun is.

"I am like the moth attracted to the sun, so fascinated by this ball of light. With what am I enjoying this glorious radiance: with my mouth or my eyes?" That is the question our young scientist put to himself. "I open my mouth wide and close my eyes: the glory disappears. I open my eyes and shut my mouth: the glory reappears. " He repeats the gestures and the gets the same results. He has deduced that he sees the sun with his eyes. "Oh what a discovery, I must tell the grandparents about this!" That night he tells of his discovery, his grandfather laughed loudly as his grandmother smiled warmly.

At night as Prairie lay on his sack of oak-chaff mattress he heard a sound outside in the rustling bushes. "What is making that sound?" "Is it a bird in its nest? I must look into this and find out." " I must be careful as there is a wolf out there, grandmother has told me all about him. I will not go to far, just over where the broom is." Getting out into the night Prairie stands by the brushwood, and observes that at the least bit of noise the sound stops. "I try night, after night until my watch produces the answer to my question. With a quick swipe of my hand I capture the singer. It is not as I thought, a bird; rather it was a Grasshopper whose hind-legs when rubbed together produced the mysterious sounds. From my observations I learned that Grasshoppers sing! This discovery I kept to myself, as the last discovery I announced to my grandparents seemed to meet with as much laughter as a recognition for the keen observer I was becoming."

"Springtime seemed absolutely alive to me. In a field by our farmhouse the flowers seem to speak to me, watching me with their blue and violet eyes. I notice as the summer passes into fall that red cherries appear in place of the pretty flowers. I am sure they are cherries but when I taste them they are not sweet and have no pits. What can these cherries be? As the summer ends grandfather, with his spade, turns the soil along with my observation plants. Now I see that from the soil he has dug up a root. I recognize it, having seen it in the house before. I have seen grandmother cooking it in the peat-stove. I discover that it is the potatoes. The blue violet flower that dies away on the vine to bear the red potatoes beneath the soil is stored away in my memory, the fruits of my observations are growing."(1)

Swimming in this fluid element of times past the dolphins squeak in tones only described as joyous, childlike and infectious. Waves of laughter would wash over all who were seeing this picture the dolphins brought to them when seemingly nothing had been said. Blues explained to the fellow travelers: "You see or rather hear what we, Jazz and I, say back and forth to each other, you are picking it up in your our mindfields. You are tuning in to our frequency as you travel with us in this liquid, light world, a cloud of life, experiencing this 'sense of wonder' that the Great Waters holds for us all. It is this subsequent sense of enthusiasm that fills the living cells of all life here and across the great expanses of the universe.

"Such joy and wonder comes from this child's world" the dolphin’s think, the colors surrounding him and his little world are as pink as the blossoms on the cherry trees in the surrounding countryside..

Jazz turns back to Prairie's life, " look over the events of this young life as he grows to human hood."

One day while Prairie was out in the fields looking at a red ants mound he saw a man approach the farmhouse. It was his father, come to take him to Rodez. Not ten minutes after his arrival was the10 year old Prairie with his few possessions in a nap sack walking out of the farmhouse with his father, on their way to Rodez. He attended school in exchange for serving as an altar boy in the Lyc'ee chapel. Prairie is an industrious, busy young boy. He sells a lot of lemonade whenever there is a fair or an event that draws crowds to his province. He always can be counted on for a hand to fix a bridge in need of repair, or build a barn for newcomers to the province and as his reputation grows he is able to earn extra money doing odd jobs. In 1842 he graduates from the Normal College of Avignon and starts straight away into the teaching profession. For the next 20 years Prairie teaches science in Avignon at the Lyc'ee. He is usually broke, in debt and in the entire 20 years of teaching he would never earn over $320.00 a year. He then retires with the same job and salary that he started with 20 years before. However he loves his work, and nothing it seems could...dare we say 'bug him'? The dolphin’s laughter is infectious and seems to expand the fields around them and all in hearing range.

"No, not at all or even in the least" you hear Blues say out of the waves of laughter and continue: "You see he immerses himself in the world of insects and is their friend. Using every penny he had to support his wife and five or was it seven, eight children? But he never went without his notebook, full of entries, pressed flowers and the miscellaneous insect parts. See him here, walking along the Rhone River as it flows south into the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Here he spends most of his spare time walking, observing and noting their little lives. Near Carpentras, at the Bois des Issarts he is a familiar sight. Bending, stooping, writing in his notebook, an 'eccentric', the village people say of him behind his back."

"Prairie is also generally disliked by his superiors in the ministry of public education. But over the years something wonderful happens to Prairie. He gained a reputation in the land as the 'Homer of Insects' and even the great Louis Pasteur came to visit him when Prairie was beginning his silkworm disease studies. Victor Maintain the minister of public education during the reign of Napoleon III met the schoolteacher too, while on tour in the region and invited Prairie to Paris. Prairie went to Paris and met the Emperor and was given a ribbon of the Legion of Honor. However nothing came of the visit for it seems Prairie was destined for a life in the country."

" Yes it was clear to him as he would share with his few friends later on that he had: "never felt such loneliness before" as he had upon his visit to Paris. His world was not of royalty, pomp and glory rather it was found in the dirt with its insects and plants. Here it was that Prairie found true peace and in so doing changed the world."

Blues says, "Do you start to see how the hearts of people can bring about an understanding of life that then changes the world you live in? Like a refreshing wave it moves through your collective emotions like a washing, refreshing change of perceptions and attitudes, allowing your planet and the solar system to expand in the understanding of the Oneness of all life on your planet and beyond into the Great Waters of Creation."

The dolphins swim through the Royal Palace in Paris, as Prairie was being toasted and presented with the ribbon of the Legion of Honor. His small frame seems dwarfed by the grandness of the setting. He smiles to all the guest, spoke little, and even when spoken to did not respond, the guests politely pointing to their ears as Prairie looked straight ahead, ever smiling. He is thinking to himself "when do I get to go home? All this is more than I can bear, to much noise, scares even the roaches into hiding" as he watches a bold coach roach scurry along the baseboard of the far wall for all it and it's booty are worth. "You see Prairie is not affected by such affairs, he simply wants to be back home with his wife, children and his beloved 'nature kingdom of the insects'.

"But Prairie's life was not what your humans call a happy life, you see here that Prairie's life is about to take a turn for the worse," " or so it seemed to him at the time" squeaked Jazz. As the dolphins swim over his home they see that...

Back home in Avignon Prairie's life goes in a deep dive into the Great Waters of sorrow. Seems his advanced ideas for education were bringing a lot of outrage directed towards him from his superiors because he had the audacity to allow girls into his science classes, the dolphins laugh so loud it shakes the tides around them into froth. The Mediterranean blues are familiar to them speckled with the blues of star sapphires, so luminous, as if it is the very afterglow of lightening.

"That it seems was the straw that broke the great whales back. Soon the church and clergy together were attacking him from the pulpit and he subsequently lost his teaching position." Blues continues through deep blue waters, seemed black as explosions and gunfire are heard in the atmospherics of the surrounding waters.

"In 1870 the German armies were overrunning France and Prairie, out of a job with a wife and five children was broke once again. But one of his best friends, John Stuart Mill the English economist and philosopher came to his rescue loaning him $600.00 and saving the scientist from a sure demise. They were fellow lovers of botany and had taken many walks in the fields around Avignon. Lets listen in on their visit as we swim in the waters of life that rush over the two men."

"Here take this Prairie, get the wife and children back in body and soul, use this for some housing. Guess you riled the state first and now the church, you are thorough my old friend. A bug in their ears you are." They laughed as they walked along the Rhone River.

"Yes the great provocateur I am John, next I will be a threat to the state as I decree 'freedom for all bugs and animals' soon they will tell me I can't grow hemp for the wife for our twine and rope, or smoke the nasty stuff in my pipe." The two old friends laugh loudly as they walk along the river, the dolphins join in the joy, and the colors slowly change as they continue their conversation the blues growing softer, lighter.

"The wife thinks I have lost my mind. Letting young ladies attend classes was too much for her to bear. All the village gossip, but going to church last week and hearing the good reverend deliver his 'hell and brimstone' sermon regards this matter was all she could take! Good Lord! She came home after that service and about pinned me to a cardboard for some wild-eyed devil's sole delight and curiosity! She had the fire and brimstone stoked orange, for my mortal self my good friend of the terrible, horrible science, except of course the most terrible, horrible and demanding science of them all, 'the science of woman' which I might add, we men have such a thin grasp of."

They laughed and walked along the river both looking down at the flora and fauna. "Prairie there is a house on the outskirts of Orange that is presently unoccupied, and it has some large fields next to it. Here take this money as a loan; go see about moving in there. It will keep the brood from pecking you to death." All laugh in the changing colors of the warm evening in the French countryside, now warm as a winter’s fireside as the dolphins swim on in the moments peace found in times of such sadness.

Now the scene changes into soft pink and blue clouds, rushing waters heard like many waterfalls crashing all around them. Blues and Jazz with smiles beaming, 'you can feel the warmth here' they exude, felt by all and everyone.

We see Prairie moved into a new family home and an incredible outpouring of work by Prairie, from this day on, he never looked back. Over the next ten years Prairie supports himself writing and has paid his friend John Stuart Mill back, never to forget his kindness. Prairie now published books on the popular science of the day, on astronomy, botany, many instructional texts for the popular book market as well. Easy to read and understand, and written for the non-scientist, as a result he is never paid much for his work yet his great output more than made up for the meager wages he received for his work. He was an unending fount of writing, and the youth of France came to love his simple, real life style and it would eventually result in his writing a classic work culminating his 90-year science career.

"Lets go to the 'acre of heart' now Jazz says,

'Just what I was thinking', Jazz is gone in an instant and Blues follows...

They swim into the waters of these ten years, he is often seen walking in the fields observing the life of nature's little creatures, the insects. He has a dream of one day owning his own piece of land, but he wearies of the dream and writes in his notebook: "a dream ever receding into the mists of tomorrow. " He saw himself take long walks and not be bothered by strangers, as they recognized the 'buggy man', able to observe in their natural setting the lives of his beloved insects from day to day, month to month, into the years beyond. He felt he had become the historian of the little world but wanted a place to call 'their own' his and his little friends, a home for them and his studies.

In 1879 at the age of 55 his dream came true. With his pen and prodigious work he managed to earn and save enough money to buy a piece of barren land, thick with thistles and of no or little agricultural use. It was located in the village in Serignan. This was his first piece of land and for him a paradise found. His friend John Stuart Mill came to visit.

The color around the small farmhouse and acre of land, the 'acre of heart, had a curious color and glow about it, a soft green peach. It was a subtle coloration, and very calming. As the two friends and Julian, Prairie's 10-year-old son and fellow scientist walked in the rocky fields the hornets buzzed about them.

The bee's landed on Mr. Mill to which he responded: "Prairie now you can stand on your own rocky piece of hell and decree all species free."

Bee's move about the three of them, "Stay calm." Julian says' they can sense your fear, be calm and they will leave you alone. They are just curious as to who you are. They are vegetarians, it is the Wasp that eat meat, and they are the ones you need to keep away, right Papa?"

Yes my little scientist that is right." Turning to his old friend "this is my heaven on Earth John, peace and tranquility rule here, you may not see it yet, nevertheless it rules here. It really is simply a matter of one's perceptions, but a thick skin helps at times when the tranquility is disturbed."

Waving the bee's away John Stuart Mill says: " Well that is a subject to be expanded upon my friend, prisoners in the Bastille may find it tolerable, God help them, but that my mad, dear sweat Prairie, does not make it so."

They laugh, as Prairie responds: 'I find in my insects great wonders, even in the Bastille I would continue with my observations, and even there I would find a degree of distraction from the harsh realities. Like the prisoners in the Bastille who tolerate the horrid place, they too use only the resources of their own mind's perceptions, and the raw instinct for survival.' They walk along continuing to explore the rocky ground for insects and examining the plants as they walk, Mr. Mills continues waving the wasps, bee's and many other tiny little lives away from him, all the while Julian continues to caution: 'don't be afraid good Sir'.

As Jazz and Blues swim above the land it appears the 'acre of heart' was somehow suspended from the confines of terra firma, floating just above the earth's surface, glowing in very soft green and blue coloration streams.

The two men walk into Prairie's study. As they are looking at his cages Julian runs in, his young assistant and science buddy. "Oh Papa there's a Yellow winged Wasp that has captured a Green Cricket right now, come she is dragging the prey under the pine tree just outside the gate in the yard, come quickly."

The men immediately walked back into the yard and followed Julian to his find. Prairie marveled at the sight as Julian pointed to the Yellow Winged Wasp pulling the Green Cricket. It has been paralyzed by Yellow Winged Wasp and is pulling the Cricket by its antennae with its mandibles. The Wasp is moving slowly towards the chicken coop, and then approaches the wall.

"You see Julian, our Wasp is about to climb the wall, looking for a home to devour its catch. It is going to build her burrow under a lose tile on the roof. I saw the Wasp do the same several years ago making the climb up the wall then into it's loose tile home." The Wasp is undisturbed by the onlookers as John Stuart Mill says:

"Ghastly creatures the Wasp, so bold and proud in its bearing. I find nothing interesting in them at all, I rather prefer the Green Cricket and their midnight racket to this carnivorous Yellow Winged Wasp creature."

Prairie is not listening to his old friend rather he turns to Julian and says, " How I wish I had some caterpillars to feed the Yellow Winged Wasp."

" Live caterpillars, why Papa I just caught some this morning and have them upstairs in my room. Let me go get them for you." Before Prairie could answer Julian was off running into the house to retrieve the caterpillars. In his little room he has a wall of dictionaries built to house his captives. He caught them to feed and raise his Spurge Hawk moth. He brings back three fat caterpillars.

" Good Julian you bring me 2 females and a male."

" Yes Papa, those are the females and that is the male" pointing them out to his father, proud of his contribution to his father's work and his own growing knowledge.

"How lucky we are Julian as I have wanted to do this experiment for a long time, and now we can do it together.” After asking his son Julian and John Stuart Mill to step back Prairie takes a pair of tweezers from his coat and very carefully removes the Green Cricket from the mandibles of the Yellow Winged Wasp and replaces it with a caterpillar. The Wasp immediately stomps her feet several times and then starts to insert her sword into the end of the caterpillar's belly paralyzing it. The caterpillar is so fat that it can not escape and the Wasp now holding it with it's mandibles gets on the docile caterpillar and begins carving her abdomen, cutting all the way up to the thorax. Like sheep sent to slaughter the paralyzed caterpillar does not put up a fight and the Wasp with her sword sucks the eggs from the female caterpillar. The feeding is repeated twice with the female caterpillars then the Wasp is presented with the male caterpillar and to everyone's surprise the Wasp rejects the offering. Everyone that is except Prairie Dupre, who understood that, the Yellow Winged Wasp was after the eggs of the caterpillars, the food that her own larvae wanted. The Wasp walks around the male caterpillar several times before rejecting it and flying off. The experiment is a success. Prairie turns to his companions.

""Perhaps someday the schools of medicine will find our victims here the subject of their own studies as they learn more about the workings of the human nervous system. As we saw the Wasp's sting is very effective at paralyzing her victims before she uses her scale to cut the belly of the caterpillar open. Then extracting her eggs for her Wasp larvae."

So is life and death of insects examined here in the 'acre of heart'. The dolphins swim on looking at Prairie Dupres life unfolding through the years ahead of him.

His output was prodigious but his life was very hard. Over the next 25 years the colors around the Serignan farm remained full of love's pinks and flesh tones and passion's reds and blacks were always just on the boarders of this world. Prairie continued to work on his opus Souvenirs Entomologiques. It was first published the year he arrived at Serignan. It would go on to be expanded to 10 volumes over the next three decades. In the early 1900's his work had reached the incredible 2,500 pages and 850,000 words.

See now how the colors change to grays and even wisps of black, and then mixed with blue, all can feel a cool chill through the 'acre of heart’. Prairie continues to work, even in his dark despair and deep blues depression. He forged these volumes against all odds and in the end succeeded when in volume 11 he writes: "Dear insects, my study of you has sustained me in my heaviest trials. I must take leave of you for today. The ranks are thinning around me and the long hopes have fled. Shall I be able to speak to you again?' In the deep blues of lives lived passionately all hear and see.

"Oh God why have you allowed this to happen?" Prairie's fifteen-year-old son Julian died. Prairie himself almost died of pneumonia this year. His first wife died soon after his hapless father had come to live with them, no relationship was ever established between the two events however. Now his life is extremely taxed in depression and sadness. The dolphins swim with Julian up into the sapphire blues of Chartres.

Then like a miracle Maria, a young woman of the village Serignan comes into his life. See the colors change back to the colors of love and lives filled with an enthusiasm for life, billowing up like blue clouds into a wide-open sky. Prairie is 60 years old but Maria bares him three more children, and once again sparking his passion to continue on with his work. He was once again happy and it seemed, destined to write even more. He was now the historian of the insects in the your 'western world' as you call it and was again back to his lifelong routine. See the colors change and how the bee's and 'all the unconscious, and the little lives of insects', seem to sing, buzz of joy all about the little farm in the countryside of France. A color of light shone in the region not seen in the world before, it was a very light blue.

"Here Prairie, your breakfast." They sat together, the children still sleeping, and ate a small meal of red grapes, olives and a piece of hard bread. They looked at each other lovingly, smiled at each others little jokes about the children's snoring, and the bugs running along the floor and out under the door into the fields outside.

"They sleep inside and at the first dawn are outside, must follow me in at night."

Laughing, Maria says: " Oh I think it is my cooking that calls to them, you know Prairie they do not have such variety out there as is found in my boiling pot." They laugh at their childish talk, finish their bread and boiled turnips, sipping green tea and sitting quiet now as the children snore in deep sleep and dreams. His wife produces some letters, vestiges of her husband's growing acclaim in the country, saying to Prairie: "Dear you have not answered these letters in months, don't you think it is time to give your readers an answer?"

"You know my dear once I get into my work the letters fade away, I don't even think of them until I see them on my desk another day. Then something takes my attention away from the growing pile and again I am lost in study to my little friends and the letters continue to grow like an anthill. Only problem is I am more interested in the ant hill than I am in the letter's pile." He rarely saw guests either. As he walks out the door, his father is rising and sees his son just leaving.

"Bugs, bugs, bugs you must have bugs in that head of yours son!"

"No father, they have me in their heads!" as he walks out the door into his loved 'acre of heart' to commune with: 'us' Jazz sounds out like a baby bird, 'communes with us,' 'communes with us,’.... and like a thousand children laughing loud, a vibrant, energetic flowing is heard by all. The scene changes as the dolphins swim into the dark blue, light green waters around the lives of Prairie Dupre and his family.

Sometime later you see the family is out in the field. The Priest is saying funeral prayers over an open grave. The casket is lowered in the ground.

"With the soft wood, at least the bugs will reap their rewards sooner than most.” Said under his breath to his new and 2nd wife Maria, they both smiled under their folded and praying hands. The children cried, as Grandpapa was the only one who paid them a lot of attention, and they would miss his hugs and very red cheeks. The bugs ran around Prairie's old black peasant shoes like rivulets around the old olive trees on the land. He watched them for minutes while the others walked away from the grave."

"Those who watched from afar thought that Prairie was having one last word with his father. But Prairie was talking to the bugs and had forgotten about the gravity of the event before him." The dolphins laughed at the purity of Prairie's love for his 'little friends'.

The dolphins soon helped Prairie's father out of the bar he found himself drinking in soon after his passing. Helped him swim away, gaining his bearings now in the Great Waters flows, heading him back towards his parents who would be with him once again. As the unresolved fortunes and fates of humans, the 'all to human' tendencies and pitfalls of relationships will be revisited again in another time.

As the years pass Prairie continues his work. His routine is as set as the rhythmus of the seasons, or the cycles of the sun. As days pass, the sun, high in the sky, drove the bugs to seek out shelter from the heat, he would go into his lab away from his hiding friends and the villagers prying eyes. It was a long room and the walls were white. The floor was tiled and the workbench was a long walnut table. On the table he had cages for breeding and some equipment he used for experiments. The only thing missing was a microscope but as Prairie would often say, his best equipment was Time and Patience.

Ironically years later when Prairie was very old the country of France would give him a microscope, however he would be to old then to use it. He often liked to say to his wife and children: see my microscope, now that I am officially blind they award me a microscope! Perhaps they are telling me some of my identification needs some re-thinking? " The dolphins laugh along with Prairie, Maria and their children.

The town’s people loved to talk about him. Calling him a recluse who never recovered from his son's death, or that eccentric man who talks to bugs, but they were not really sure what he was about as they rarely saw him. He wore a broad-brimmed black felt hat and smoked a briar pipe that was crude and hand carved by the scientist himself. He in fact lived like a monk, was a vegetarian eating only fruit and vegetables out of their garden.

 He would write to John Stuart Mill: "here I am, run wild, and I shall be so till the end." (1)

 He wrote at a small black desk referring to it as "no larger than a pocket handkerchief." He lived in the world of the insects and he was happy as a beetle in....the wastelands of man or mammal. He was the butterfly about to break out from its cocoon into the bright light of day. Prairie was a happy man at last, if not well understood by most, it did not matter to him.

Nevertheless the world did not treat Prairie well, his Souvenirs Entomologiques did not sell, it was bulky, poorly bound by his publisher and the academic institutions of his day either ignored his work or distained him all together. So in effect he was alone in his endeavors and was more comfortable in the world of insects than institutions and men. His goal and aspiration was to add some pages to the world's knowledge of insects, nothing more.

At the age of 84 he was suddenly famous for his years of diligent research and observations. In 1910 a grand dinner was held for him in honor of his work and for the next five years he was the toast of many literary and scientific conventions. A statue was even erected for him in his home village. In his usual rye humor he said to a friend:

"I shall see myself, but shall I recognize myself?"(1) And the inscription he wanted on his statue was the word Laboremus. He was called the 'Insect's Homer' now and his books were now read widely. Worldwide recognition was his and the government awarded him a yearly pension of $400. After years of monastic living the world came knocking upon his door, acclaim and fame his as his sight failed, in the new glow of a hard won notoriety.

"Here are tales that move the waters of change in your world" Blues communicates to all, viewers into this poor peasant's heart and life.

"In 1912 Prairie's second and much loved wife Maria passed on. In 1914 the German's were fighting to take France. In 1915 the Germans crossed the Rhine and were in waves moving towards Paris. As Prairie and his children left the cathedral in Chartres he crossed the path of a young child sitting on a bench. In the flurry of activity Prairie noticed the boy holding his hand up to the sun blocking it's rays passage seemingly studying the prism of light from his diffracting of the sun's rays. Prairie stopped in his steps and spoke to the child."

"What are you doing lad?"

"I am eating the light."

" What is it that you are eating in the light my young chef?"

"Sunlight! I am eating the colors from the sun." As they speak to each other a line of fire ants pass under the boy's feet. He stops his experiment for a moment and watches the ants moving briskly along in single file and carrying what appeared to be crumbs of a croissant.

"Look at their antennas moving so much!" the boy says to Prairie excitedly.

"Yes they are following the smell and use their antenna to do this while they follow one another. So you like the insects do you?" Prairie asks the child. Taking his gaze away from the quickly moving insects beneath he looks up at the elderly man.

"Well yes but it is the light that I love most. I try to see the sun in it's echoes and the wash of its flickering beams found in places other than it's high noon spot, I am learning to speak to this light."

"I see young man, what is your name and age."

"My name is Jac Luce and I am 9 years old, my father farms wheat, and my mother bakes bread for the church."

"Do you visit the Cathedral Jac, to study the light and colors? They have always fascinated me Jac and you?"

"Oh yes sir, I think they are the most beautiful colors I have ever seen. Only heaven could be prettier, I am sure of that sir."

"Yes Jac I think you are right, they are the colors of Creation itself, found here now in our troubled world!"

Off in the distance explosions could be heard. Prairie's children were now anxious to go,

"Let us go Papa, the Germans are coming Papa, let us go now!"

"Yes children we are going now. And you young man what will you do now?"

"Oh I am fine, I wish to visit the Cathedral after the crowds have left, the light is so beautiful this time of day, I visit here often. I guess I just don't want to forget these colors, and where the light comes from. "

"I see"... Prairie said as his children pulled him away, "fond adieu my young friend" then he was gone.

Three years later Jac would lose his vision at the age of 12 in an accident but he never stopped talking to the light. It was to become a relationship based on his experience and not, soon to be, his strong but fading memories. The many blues and reds of Chartres 3 rose glass windows and the 106 other windows he saw in the cathedral so many times in his life would continue allowing light to fill his world long after he had lost his sight.

Several weeks later Prairie was in Chartres once again. It was Christmas day in 1915 that the 'Homer of Insects' as he had fondly become known, that Prairie Dupre passed from this world, his birthday once again but now it was into the Great Waters of life just beyond the great wheat fields that surrounded the ancient cathedral.

Charles Darwin would say about Prairie years later that he was an "incomparable observer" but Prairie true to his nature never took evolution seriously and never read Origin of Species. He was an observer and not a theorist. He built a world of observed facts and not conclusions drawn from dry facts found in university libraries. He would say often during his long life:

"I observe, I experiment and I let the facts speak for themselves."

Exceptions to the rule did not exist in the hermetic world of Prairie Dupre and as a result they were only a segment of the picture. His was the inspired focus and attention to detail that few in science had ever seen before. But it was instinct that dominated the world of Prairie Dupre and never was there the possibility of veering away from this disposition of nature. To him nature was a machine like process and the possibility of mutations occurring away from instincts was just not possible in his clock like world. Yet the heart of Prairie Dupre allowed the world to look into the little known world of the insect because his love and passion for the visible and obvious was able to make the planet Earth a better place for all living things- no matter how small or insignificant them seemed to most other human beings.

Even today out on the edges of Heaven the life of Prairie Dupre and his insects are thought of fondly and bring great cheer to the Great Waters. So don't step on any bugs for a week, or longer, if possible, for the sake of life and the great memories found in the human heart of Prairie Dupre."

The dolphins swim in the blues and reds of the stained glass windows of Chartes and Northern France, and then swim out into the streets and great wheat fields of Beauce. Prairie Dupre is seen swimming in the colors of the great cathedral, circling around the spires with insects crawling all over him as he moves away swimming now over the great wheat fields into the Great Waters, laughing and calling out to his little friends,

"So we meet again! How fantastic!"

"You see Prairie lived in his own world. Out of touch with the world of science and their progress he just worked with the living insect. Though on occasion he even misidentified a bug as what species he was referring to, Prairie Dupre did some great science. Strapped with poverty his entire life, isolated from the scientific community at large and using very crude equipment he managed to capture the interest of the world at large. This was a great achievement no matter how lacking some of his work was later discovered to be, still it is of valid lasting scientific worth. Through a language of experiments he was the father of living entomology in a time when most of them were working with dead and pinned specimens.

"You humans are so crude. " Jazz squeaks.

"His enthusiasm for his work was contagious and he inspired many after him to explore the world of insects in a whole new way of exploration. He changed attitudes and hearts and for that alone he will always be remembered. With just a handful of opportunity he produced a mountain of inspired work. For this and his heart he is remembered today in the Great Waters."

Chartres, North Central France 1955

Jac Luce is walking through the streets of Chartres. He avoids the common hazards for one found in his blind state but manages with all the finesse of a dancer. The dolphin’s swim above him, they laugh as he calls out to the air, his mind filling with light, speaking as to himself and the light.

"I eat sunlight, it fills me now," and he continues his conversation with a poet friend named Gus.

"I like seeing that the light came from nowhere in particular, but was an element just like air. We don't ask where the air comes from, for it is there and we are breathing it and very much alive. With the sun it is the same thing."

You see Jac walking with his cane has developed a new sense perception, like the inner listening you are learning to use with us as we explore the hearts of some humankinds, as we say of you folks here on this planet Earth.

Jac speaks: "When I became blind, no longer able to see the surface of things, I was well on my way to developing a new way of perception, like an inner listening, and again the light was present. If fact my blindness seemed to bring the light much closer to me."

As Jac is walking with his friend Gus, his friend offers to pay for a taxi. As they ride along to Jac's residence Jac says to the taxi driver: "turn here, look out for Mario's fruit stand."

After several more blocks Jac says, "turn here, now slow down, there the blue apartment building on the left, and there is my ground floor apartment with the geraniums in the flower box out front. Are they not beautiful, I so love pink."

They get out of the taxi and walk into Jac's apartment. His friend asks Jac how he manages so well getting around. Jac says:

"You must understand that I have loved light my entire life. For me there was no opposite to light accept for deep blues into black. When I am asked about this 'the night of blindness" I simply say that there is no night and that even in my dreams I see light and when I awaken from my sleep I continue to see light. In fact a stability comes in the light that I never noticed when I had my vision."

Jac offered his friend Gus some tea to drink,"we have a choice here, strawberry, mint or green tea, any preference?" "Yes the strawberry sounds fine." Jac prepares the cups of tea and they continue visiting.

"Now watch what is about to happen,” says Blue. Jac is looking for the strawberry leaves, he is having some trouble locating it, he is getting agitated now, as he continues fumbling about in the small kitchen the atmosphere grows gray and then black around Jac, as he slams a tea strainer on the counter.

"This happens every time I get angry, I just can't seem to feel out or find anything. As if a gray cloud overcomes my very soul, lost in my anger."

He stops looking for the tea and stands in the kitchen, silent now as his friend remains silent too, sensing that Jac was attempting to find his way back into the light balancing a delicate mechanism within his soul, something he had seen Jac do on other occasions. The dolphins swim over Jac.

"See what is happening now with Jac, the air is becoming brighter, the gray is fading and now the light begins to gain again."

Jac has regained his orientation, finds the tea he was looking for and begins to prepare two cups of tea.

"I have to be very cautious about my disposition, because I have come to learn that if I get angry, then things will hide from me, waiting until I calm down, then when they feel safe, things will reappear for me. Seems that things really are animate things, forces with their own sensibilities and very sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of others. I have become sensitive the eye's of others, and not just my own, that I am told by most others, no longer can see. Now I have come to no longer being sensitive with living in front of others and things rather have come to live with things."

Jac served the tea to his friend and sat down in the sunny apartment. Noise from the apartment above his shook through the ceiling and Jac smiles saying: "Jo Ann is home. She works off the Rue de Colours, small comedy club called the 'Joker', does a stand up comedy routine and uses lots of her own material, she is so good and original!" The noise just as quickly falls to barely perceptible thumps and thuds of someone walking about their home.

Gus, curious about his friends beliefs, as he was so adept at getting around the city, that his philosophical or spiritual reference points are very important to him, so he inquired

"Are you a religious man Jac?”

"In my straights a little religion does not hurt, you understand!" they laugh, "and rarely do I meet atheists who are frail of constitution or in failing health"... he pauses, then continues " and I suppose that could be seen as the easy way out, woe is me, but I have found that faith in the light has brought for me a place that is illumined, and shines on my path in this life."

"Does you prayer life help with this practice of yours?" Gus wondered to himself why he was even going so deep with his friend was he turning his coat out with this talk of a God and prayers.

The dolphins say: "he will be finding his religion soon, and our friend Gus will lead him to it." They swim off in the soft blue colors that fill Jack’s apartment.

"Yes the Lord's Prayer, I say this every night before falling off to sleep. When I lost my vision at the age of 12 I began in earnest to say this prayer and to my amazement a miracle of healing began to occur as my vision was transformed in what seemed 'the illumined unity of all light.'

After a moment or two Jack then asked the poet the same question.

"And you do you say prayers? Or is that against your individualized strain that all you poets seem attached to without any 'God fearing' twinges seeping into your revolutionary beings." they laugh and sip their tea's.

"No not since my childhood have I said prayers and yes the individualized being is far more important to me then some prayers to your God's of unknown origins. For me wine, women and poetry are all the wonder this world has for me. Say Jac

 "Let me take you on a hike to a place were we can watch the lightning flash and the thunder roar tonight. This is my prayer, the sounds and sights of nature."

"Yes let us go. I will bring some wine for the outing."

Off the two went on this warm March night. Gus leads the pair to a beautiful mountain plains mountaintop. Here atop the mountain they drink the wine. Gus becomes drunk drinking most of the wine himself. Soon the evening sun is disappearing and Gus suddenly gets up and begins hiking down the mountain calling back to the still sitting Jac "come lets go down now" as he barreled down the quickly fading from sight, mountain side. Jac slowly got to his feet and began the assent behind the seeming jackrabbit Gus.

 "Poets, so self absorbed and reckless with life." Jazz comments to Blues as they watch Jac slowly get his orientation and then start to hike down the steep mountainside. It was now near dark, then dark. As it descended into pure dark a glow set upon Jac and increased its glow as the darkness set. In a ball of light, a nimbus surrounds Jac as he hiked down the mountainside to find his poet friend Gus passed out at the bottom of the mountain flat on his stomach.  Jac bent over his friend and speaks to him.

"Gus it is me Jac, let us go back to my place. You can spend the night". The two of them stumble back to Jac's and sleep off their miss- adventure. The next day Gus awoke in Jac's apartment and rubbed his head saying:

"Oh man I can hardly remember what happened up there yesterday evening. Thank you my friend, I think you saved my life!"

Blues comments "he did save his friends life, even after being stranded on the mountain side by his drunk poet friend Jac Luce sees with a light that even a blind person can see! He follows in this light illuminating his path as he hikes down a mountains steep, boulder filled, inclined path. At the bottom he magically stumbles over his friend, helping him back to his small apartment."

The dolphins explained that this event was something remembered in the rounds of humankinds and is again what this tale is about. Stories of the heart, and light seen when none is apparent, and the lives, simple lives, that change the energy running through the heart's water's and generating positive outcomes in the bifurcated universe of the Great Waters. It is that force that glows metallic peach in the lightings glow seen running along, up and down earth's tree's spines of your furs, pines, cedars and ash. It is these powers and flows that bring the transformative surges up into the vertical spheres of here and just a little ways from here...

Jac died in 1968 at the age of 67. He was buried outside Chartres Cathedral in Beauce and to this day visitors come to see the cathedral and his gravesite. His tombstone reads:

"Jac Luce- the blind man that could see."

Jac Luce's story lives on in the hearts of nations and is famous in the Great Waters.

"Now let us swim ahead in your time and see where our friends have returned to unravel the threads they sewed in their last go around here in your world" Blues says as the dolphins jumped and swam towards the rising sun in the deep blue waters of the Pacific Ocean...

California, U.S.A. 2001

He taught at a small private college half a day drives to the north of Los Angeles. The Sun Sociology course he instructed at the college was the most popular class on the campus, and people from around the world attended his seminars. His name is Louis Sheen, an African American, blind, and spoke with a barely perceptible French accent. He was rumored to work in counter intelligence as well, presumably for the U.S. government. His classes at the small coast college were always full and he never seemed to stop amazing his students and friends. He was 'the man seeing with blind eyes', a legend at the school, and greatly admired by most people who met or attended his classes. One of his best friends was an Entomology professor on the faculty of this same small college. His name is Jules Fielding, in his 50's, and the father of a 21-year-old son named Adam. His friends call Adam by his childhood nickname 'mantis', as he was tall and gangly for his age, and it seemed he was in constant reflection, without time for even the least bit of sustenance.

Jules Fielding is in his lab. He is looking through his microscope as Louis Sheen walks in. He notices an odor, not the familiar box of apples that Jules keeps in his office with its aging smells, reminding Jules of his childhood growing up along the coast of California in Santa Maria and the apple tree that stood outside his bedroom window. Like the 18 th century German poet Friedrich Schiller who wrote his poetry with a box of rotting apples under his desk believing the odors took him back to his childhood, Jules Fielding used the same technique to keep his childhood memories alive and his scientific work fresh and creative. No this odor that Louis now smelled was not rotting apples it was far more pungent, leaving him slightly gagging for air.

"You taken up the evil weed now or just killing some bugs, sorry, but that is a foul odor man, what on earth is it?"

"Some of it is my rotting apples which you are familiar with, but the odor your are smelling now are Chinese cigarettes, in particular the Red Pagoda Mountain Cigarettes which are flooding East Coast and Mid-West docks right now"

"So you are killing insects, developing a new pesticide from cheap cigarettes, going to call it China death right? Well, well Jules I never though you, of all people, would sell out to Agra business."

"Louie you know me better than that, I get sick just smelling the stuff, and I have no interest in working for Agra-business. No I have a pallet here that the U.S. Customs Dept and the USDA sent me from Chicago to analyze for any insect contaminates I have discovered that these pallets are literally crawling with the eggs and larva of the Asian Beetle. They are decimating the trees in the Chicago area."

Louie is looking through his microscope, "take a look," the old friends laugh.

"If they are anything near as bad as this odious crap I smell that they carry on their backs I think I'll take your word for it."

Continuing to look through his microscope: "Kind of scary, they flood our markets with cheap cigarettes hooking our children who can't afford American cigarettes while at the same time using wooden pallets that carry an insect that decimates our trees in the mid-west. Next thing we will learn is that their China white heroin is coming in the same cargo containers that carries these other plagues, while 350 million Chinese are dieing from cancer related illnesses due to tobacco smoking.

As Jules continues looking through his microscope, Louie reaches, touching the workbench, reaching for the Chinese cigarettes. He holds them for a minute as if he were divining some qualities from the pack, smelling them, taking one of the cigarettes out of the pack, and handling it for several minutes while his friend continues his observations. He sets the pack back on the workbench.

"Jules I think if you mix a savage brew from this legal poison they are sending us and spray the wood pallets with it when it hits the docks of the Great Lakes and the East Coast you could reduce the number of these Asia Beetles at the same time reducing the number of these poison sticks!" he laughs.

"I know you are joking Louie but we are talking about a biological warfare and big business mix here, they are not going down that easy I'm afraid. I don't think who ever put this business deal together, is even looking for an environmental answer really, and if it cuts to deep into the profit margins of legal and illegal drugs, well we are probably smelling the beginnings of a very rotten barrel of apples!"

" Oh yes Jules I know that smell, it sounds like China better be asked to fumigate these pallets before sending them over seas. Unless of course they don't want to for political reasons, then we have a serious rot issue here. I know a pest guy who has a real issue with all insects, maybe we could unleash our own army of pest killers and fumigators to do the job?"

Blues and Jazz swim over the campus grounds watching Louis Sheen leaving his friends lab.

"Louis Sheen the Sun Sociology Professor is seeing with his heart, seeing through the darkness of doubt and fear, training himself since childhood to see the light in all situations. Rather like using a radar of love, with projections of positive, he sees through the material world as easily as we dolphins see in the waters of the Pacific Ocean just below us."

"We see with sounds, with a sonar frequency that guides us along, as Louis sees with an inner vision sensitive to vibrations, and frequencies in the air and water surrounding and flowing through his and our world, very much like our sounding antenna"

The dolphins watch him as they swim in this world of Louis Sheen. All see him speak to an audience and receive a standing ovation when he finishes his talk. He did not use a cane to ascend to the stage or when he left the stage. He sees the stairs and navigates them without problems. His talks are about the inherent light within all 'humanskinds' and towards the end of his lectures, he demonstrates how this light can be accessed through the heart chakra or the heart space of the life force, as he says. With just a few words of instruction he manages to multiply the light in the hall to such a brightness that all present gasp with thrills of excitement. Then as he bows, a thunderous ovation erupts; the brightness diminishes slowly around all in the hall. The dolphins swim in the rich colors around this world and then swim along the coast for a ways stopping at...

"Here is Maria Romanus in her early 50's. She runs a Biodynamic fruit and vegetable farm and has a stand set up in the town center. She is a single mother of one daughter named Maia. She runs the farm and produce stand with her Grandfather Romanus along with some hired hands. They work hard and laugh a lot. Maria is in love with Jules Fielding but he is remote, lost in his sadness since his mate’s death five years earlier. A prolonged illness eventually took her away from him and he grieves to this fateful day."

"Blue squeaks up:"you see Jules is suffering the passing of his beloved wife but does not see that Maria is in love with him and yearns for his attention." The dolphins swim in the California coastal waters overhead. They laugh, "yes! California beauty!" Blue cheers, "Yes! The beauty of California" "but we have some work to do first before joy."

Jazz freaks back, with frequencies of joy and warmth flowing through the all-pervasive waters of life now.

"Even the grim reaper and vlf can't turn this flow down," then once again, in the very low frequencies that all earth's dolphins know about, he squeaks once again for all to hear:

"Even the grim reaper and vlf can't turn this flow down."

The Great Waters, life flashing across the currents and cross currents, lightning exploding, churning in pinks and reds, roiling as Spirit, the Creator is busy once again, creating, awake, as if from a long and deep sleep.

Blues thinks aloud as they swim towards Adam Fielding laying on the beach, flat on his back. "He is observing the color he sees on the inside of his eyelids as he looks into the sun with closed eyes. It is a peach blossom not yet seen readily in nature, but was a color that he has come to know. To Adam, thought was light, even though you could not see them they were materializing nonetheless. He opens his eyes and looked out to the ocean. See him looking at the variations and varieties of the blue color spectrum, like the blues seen upon a wide roads surface after a rain shower as the sunlight floods it; he observes the colors as though transported to another dimension of reality. He attends Cal Tech in Pasadena studying computer programming, learning C++ code writing. His interest in color stems from a lifelong interest in the color wheel and the evolutionary implications of new colors seen within and by the human's optic nerve for the first time. He loves studying the works of L. Collot d' Herbois out of the Netherlands and even discovered a grotto that exemplified her color theory, and the work and significance of Peter Max and his day glow colors breakthrough back in the mid '60's. He is obsessed with light and how it played on the ocean's green and blue surface reflecting and refracting the light into the color spectrum. He loves the music of Claude Debussy. He never wore sunglasses, believing that the dark lenses blocked the valuable nutrients carried in the colors of sunlight. His greatest wish is to visit Chartres Cathedral in Northern France one day. In his twenty-one short years of life he had never been with a woman as lover. His favorite expression was '12 by 12's' 12 colors, 12 dimensions, 12 tones, 12 universes'. He was an optimist my nature and 'shied away from ignorant people’ like a compass needle fixed on true North and the pole star."

The dolphins leave to swim up a long spiraling whirlpool straight up and into the busy road systems of Los Angeles.

"Here is Jimney Dirth" Jazz observes. "Born in Los Angeles, single, he has a pest control business."

Jim is walking to his truck. There is a large black widow spider painted on the side of it portrayed as about to bite an outstretched hand with very, very large fangs. "He is going to spray a customer's residence for an aphides invasion in their rose garden. Jim hates insects and never misses a chance to step on them, crushing them under his big feet with great relish. He is a chimney of gloom pouring poison out of every orifice fit for poison."

As he is about to get in his 1969 white van, he steps out of his way to crush some ants, before jumping in his van, speeding off for his appointment. Jimney Dirth is 'hell on wheels' and yellow lights are nothing to him but annoyances. He is insects and intersections worst fear, as he rapidly targets his appointment like a biological weapon.

"Let's listen in on him now" Jazz says.

"Look at those bugs, smashing on my windshield, they deserve to die, don't even have the sense to get out of the way. Maybe I can wipe out a few thousand on my way to this job." With the accumulating mass of insects gathering on his van's windshield he observes the different colors striking across the glass.

"Yellow, red, blue, good grief, these critters deserve to die, look at what they do to my clean windshield. More colors than the flag.

"You see" Blue says swimming along overhead

"Jimney Dirth is unconscious to the ways life seen in the web of life all around "humanskinds". He thinks that human beings are as the Creator and has a right to enjoy the death of the little ones because he is more evolved from the screws and mice of the planet to his present station of human. He is cruising on his mad hatter ways to more important things; dead insects on his windshield are a delight to him. He is very wrong minded however, and soon will come to see the error of his ways."

As he is driving to the job he suddenly is overcome with a desire for some lemons, he loved the tartness and ate them raw. As he pulls in the parking lot, Maia, the only daughter of Maria Romanus walks past his truck. She looked at Jimney Dirth and noticed he had a smile from check to check, seemed like he was real happy, but she felt chilled by his presence and pulls her open, unbuttoned sweater closer to her breastbone. She walks on to the fruit stands and helps some customers with their purchases. Shortly after Jim's arrival Rose Armstrong, a tenured Black Professor at U.S.C, driving her V.W.Beetle, pulls into the parking lot of the highway fruit stand. She has known the family for better than 20 yrs, stopping now to see her old friends before heading up the coast to see Professor Louis Sheen.

"Rose Armstrong is here" Jazz squeaks loud and clear, over and over,

"Rose Armstrong is here, Rose Armstrong is here" as if it were 'breakers news'- dolphin for- first flash alerts.

Rose was one of the few 'humanskinds' that could see the dolphins in the watery blue etheric realms. She is a respected scholar; her work on the history of Troy and the Palladium earned her a prominent place in the academic and research community of Middle and Far East Cultural Anthropology.

"See her smile at us, she sees us! That means a lot to us. You see, she does what all of you can do, she just experiences it because she believes that we are real and knows that we have been seen before, so of course it can be done again, right now, like she does."

Blue swims around her, circling from her head to her feet. Stopping for a few seconds at her waist it then swims down to her feet before circling back up around her form and then circling above her into big figure eights over her head. She smiles up at Blues and Jazz and says:

"Good to see you both again, thanks for the figure eights, they always make me feel so good. So your are visiting the zoo again are you?"

"That's right Rose, and we are here on the winds of tales 'ours and yours,' " Jazz now frequents a frequency with Rose communicating on:

"You are about to meet with your friend Louis Sheen, we know and we are here to see this Sun phenomenon as well. It is very much thought about in the Great Waters, this light of enlightenment he speaks of and demonstrates. We are very excited about this phenomenon that 'humanskinds' are experiencing now. But we are here also for another reason, you will understand very soon."

"You don't miss a beat, do you? Yes I am just on my way now to see Louis, just thought a few apricots and some juice would be good for my lunch. Why are you guys here then, just heading north and saw my magnanimous yellow aura, or was it an auroras light display that guided you here, disturbances in the Earth’s polar motion, or was it the top plate of soil on this shifting rock scraping along towards another mountain side that just happened to pull you two along?"

"OKOKOK" both the dolphins pleaded:” to much thinking there Professor, we get your point!"

"You are about to meet Jim Dirth, he is right over there. See him now?"

Rose turns to see a man wearing a baseball cap and wiping his windshield clean. "So what's up with Jimney Dirth, looks like a bug exterminator to me with a flare for comic book art, quite the graphic on his van, I would say."

"Yes, he is. He is full of disgust for the insect kingdom and has enjoyed killing them for years whenever the opportunity presents itself."

"Well that can happen around here guys, sorry but notice all the fruit, insects except for bees and worms are the enemy here and they are getting stronger all the time."

Jazz quickly replied: "no Rose, it is this state of mind about the insect kingdom that disturbs us. He hates all bugs, stepping on them at any chance he gets and even pulling the wings off of even moths if given the chance enjoying them writhing in death spasms before ceasing to live. He enjoys it Rose!"

Jim walked over to the fruit stand and grabbed a bag of lemons. They were in a shady corner of the fruit stand. A small fiddle back spider, was climbing across the bag, and then fell down off the bag onto his jumpsuit. He did not notice it and paid for his lemons.

He walked back to his car, threw the lemons in the back seat and drove off to his appointment.

When Jim was driving he noticed a small almost imperceptible bite on his leg. Figuring it was nothing to worry about he continued on his way. As he reaches his destination, he is drowsy, a bit flush, warm, so being a half an hour early, decides to take a nap. As he drifts off, he feels himself beginning to move into a dream state that he had never experienced before. Suddenly he is swimming in the guts and blood of insects from by gone days, he is literally drowning in the remains of all the bugs that in years past he had relished extinguishing. Not the insects that truly needed removal due to environmental degradation or changing weather patterns or even resistances built up from pesticides rather the insects that he had vicariously enjoyed killing for no reason at all and there were a lot of them unfortunately for him. Blues and Jazz join him now as he begins to scream.

"Hey what the hell is this? Why all the dead bug guts, shit I hope they don't go up my nose, or plug my ears!" "Did I die and go to the bugs happy hunting grounds or something? He sees the dolphins and asks?"

Blues and Jazz look at each other and send him the thought: "Not exactly but close enough. You are seeing what you have been doing with your time over the many years of your life, the killing and enjoyment derived from your killing of the 'little ones' is now revisited upon you Jim Dirth."

The dolphins swim around the body and the colors are gray turning dark gray, then brown. Slowly it fades to dark blue. Jim Dirth will no longer enjoy killing indiscriminately, for the fun of it or for his business.

He died with his eyes open, and saw himself cruising in a seedy neighborhood of Los Angeles, insects climbing all over his truck, clawing their way in and climbing over his entire body, he grabs for some pesticide to spray them but their numbers just increase. The two dolphins swim beside him and watch, and then in a splash of the cosmic sea, he is lifted to a better place. He now finds himself raising Lady Bugs and for the first time rather enjoying the presence of the little bugs. In compassion for 'humankinds' his course was changed in the flip of a....

"Rose Armstrong so nice to see you again" Maria says to her old family friend.

"Good to see you Maria, and how's things with you and the family?"

"Well you know all things considered, it could be better and it sure could be worse, you know."

"I hear you loud and clear, just give thanks we are not living in North Korea, now that is hell on Earth. Got to pray for those folks! The invisible, slow genocide of an entire people for weapons is hardly believable on our planet today, makes you wonder just how much more pain this old rock can bear up under, know what I am saying?"

"Yes I know Rose, that is a tragedy over there, got to feel blessed for what we have here in these fruited and still fertile lands of the U.S. otherwise we are as clueless as those who are attempting to sell us these moth balled nuclear power plants under the guise of a vision for our futures, oil I can live with for now until alternatives come on line, nuclear is down right frightening, know what I mean woman?"

Rose quickly picks out some red ruby grapes, dates and some white figs, and then settles up with Maria.

"We can't be to far from a fuel cell economy here in America, I think that will take the pressure off the environment, it's just the interim that worries me. If we are going to increase our reliance on nuclear energy I don't think we should be pulling them out of moth balls as you said rather lets get the French over here to help us build some state of the art power plants like they have over there. But activating plants that have been out of use for 20 or more years is a recipe for troubles we don't need.".

"You know Rose I spend so much time outside that I have come to read weather, it tells you a lot about the land and the customs of the people that live in the region. As the weather has become hotter over the last 10 years we see an increase in volcanoes and hurricanes around the world, like the earth is trying to compensate for the global warming pattern we are seeing now. The coastal areas are eroding away due to increased glacial melt and increased rainfalls in the winter. I look at France and read about weather systems that take out thousands of trees in a single storm, 100 year floods across Europe not seen in the people's lifetimes. I can't help but think that nuclear power plant accidents and nuclear bomb tests are linked to their weather and to global weather effects also, in a type of symbiotic relationship. I just don't think we know enough about the consequences of a nuclear-based energy dependency, and the effects of nuclear power plant accidents. I think we should be real creative with plans for our future energy sources. The living Earth you know is not just idle speculation, it’s our reality."

"The spent nuclear fuel is being trucked of to Yucca Mountain, Nevada, and I do hope that they got those trucks real well inspected and protected from the nefarious elements of even a more volitle nature, if you get my drift Maria. Chernobyl's do happen." The Professor culls through the lemons, looking for the biggest yellow fruit she could find.

"You know Rose I think this energy question is getting down to our civil and political rights here in this country. If we let secular humanism dominate the picture here, 'oh don't worry, we are just animals, enlightened thinking is just a fairy tale, human's do make mistakes, that is our nature" type thinking I think we are asking for trouble."

"I have often thought that what allowed Russia's leadership to perpetuate such atrocities on its citizenry was the atheist accepted State stance regards and religious affiliations. If we continue with this 'horse blinder thinking' we could face some very serious challenges ahead. Look around the world today. Belgian law now calls for the closure of it's nuclear power reactors by the end of 2002. Germany is moving into offshore windmill's which we could do as well."

"Did you know that nuclear power gives us only 20% of our nation's power? Don't you think with all the pencil pushers we got running around here we could pencil out and implement an energy efficiency approach that would free us of this energy tyranny we seem to be under the pale of now."

"Well Maria I think you make some good points. We don't really know what the consequences of this energy source are or even how to dispose of the waste, which is taking on the appearance of a ticking time bomb the longer we spin our wheels. A hand full of countries use nuclear power now and have done so for the last 20 years. When taking the long view and making assumptions about nuclear power without any or little thought to alternatives like Europe is beginning to do is really very short sighted on our parts. The weather is a barometer of our environments health as you pointed out and it is telling us that the planet Earth is hurting, no question about that. You know, you see the water tables dropping, soils turning acid base, and you also see the insects increasing in numbers not seen before. That is all in response to the health of the plants, vegetation and not an indication of just more and healthier bugs, right?"

"That's right Rose, the water is going, the soil has been so fortified with soil additives and filled with pesticides to kill the insects, that runs into our aquifers and ground water tables, yet the bugs just adapt and are harder to control. Biodynamic farming works for us and is taking hold up in the wine country of Sonoma producing some very profitable vineyards now. I think Rudolf Steiner the father of Biodynamic agriculture had it right. We need to figure this out or we will lose the land and the oceans and sea life from the Baltic to the Pacific, and that would be very tragic. Jules Fielding, the entomologist, and teacher, you know him, teaches with Louis, brought over a vile of nematodes this spring. They are these microscopic, non-segmented worms that burrow into the eggs of pests devouring them that ended our pest problem. After a month not an aphid, beetle or any destructive pests were found, but I'll tell you Rose, pesticides and fertilizers are losing the battle. The compost pile is the way to go, nothing wasted, just plowed back into the earth. It's an uphill battle though, just walk in any market along the coast, the shinning, blemish free fruits and vegetables still carry the cash and the day."

"Can you keep your heart open in hell Maria? Because that's what it's going to take to fix this old rock I'm afraid. But in a few more years your Bio dynamic fruits and vegetables will be what is in demand and then we will all be better off. The soil, the water and our health, all of it returned to us, free of this 'more myopia'. Why even the golf courses will have to concede that grass does brown, and weeds are part of the package here on this planet's turf. But it is going to take wills with visionary resolve, and steady hearts, open to all adversity to make the necessary changes. Business as usual and a culture of more are not working anymore. Thank goodness for the journalist and humorist or we would have to look to the politician's for our bearings and that would not be informing or funny." The friends laugh.

"Yes they seem to be the warp and weave of our country, the humor and the analysis. In a way like crop circles, messages to Earth flashed like a marquee from heaven upon our grain fields, but like the bright tail of a comet, gone before we even comprehend the kernels of the messages left, just humored. Kind of puzzling, makes you think about what's important and what's not so important. So good to see you again Professor, I've got to help some customers now, don't be a stranger around here, you know we love seeing you."

"God Bless America Maria and the American people, who now have to inform our politicians what it is we need to survive in the 21st century. Solving problems before we even see them coming, faster than the speed of light, or else only the dark matter of our souls will be holding this world up much longer. Cases in point, lets feed the world's humans and not the cows our corn, encourage people to eat vegetables and fruit not beef for better health, lets teach China to grow food cooling the hegemony brew that does cook there, lets buy up all that enriched uranium coming our of Russia so they can surive as a nation in the 21st century. These are within our reach but we need the will to do them. The global village is dead but the many splendored human being is still alive and well. So I do know what you mean good woman, secular humanism is not an upward spiraling path, only a spiritual point of view held up to a long view of modern civilization is going to work from here on out I'm afraid."

Rose gets in her V.W. Beetle and heads up the coast, the dolphins slowly follow her along the coast swimming in the blues of the Pacific Ocean. Blues, in calm peaceful tones calls:

"Jazz do you think Chartres blues compare to these blues we see here?" as they swim up the coast.

I don't know Blue but they are so beautiful that I can't really believe I'm not at Chartes again swimming in her celestial rainbow." They both agree in sounds and the sights, the many dark and light blues of Chartes are now bleeding into the blue, green waters of the Pacific Ocean looking like a glacier's blue melt mixing in the dark greens of nature.

"That's it, there, says Jazz, those are the blues of the great Cathedral, you have taken us into the glorious world of the Initiated Blue, these are the colors of the ancient orders of the Masters of Chartes and the Adepts that taught 'humanskinds' back in the 12th century!"

"That is right Jazz, we have found the colors of Creation right here. Lets swim in these dark colors, they look so dark they seem of the heavens, now out of the dark black blue waters we see breaking through the water's movement a glimmering and changing of color into green and then blue and then violet. Here is the theatre of soul light, an inner light illumines the dark waters around us."

The dolphins always loved seeing friends get together; the love they shared was often so enlivening that their own waters were warmed just floating above the warm greetings, hugging and kissing that went with old and true friends.

"They are about to fall in love', Blues explains to all. As his voice begins to fade, you see Rose and Louis greeting each other. They hug for a long time then begin walking along a path that curls around the campus like a labyrinth overlooking the ocean. She laughs out loud, Louis is free, walking without a cane, and pointing our to Rose the trees on the campus and where to turn on the path. She laughs again, the dolphins overhead understand her mirth walking with Professor Louie Sheen, because of his uncanny ability to see every tree, and sense every turn in the path. This just cracked Rose up.

"You see Rose as a child a long time ago I learned to see the darkness as a friend. My will was in these deep blues of my world then I saw that as I began to love my world the dark, deep blues began to become lighter. A shinning beauty arose in my minds eye and gradually into an inner sun that lit up my inner world. I never got mad, sad at times sure, but never mad or envious of others who could see. Rather I just learned to see my own inner sun rising out of the darkness and turned it brighter in my own world with-in. Then at night after saying my prayers I would go to sleep and the darkness would fall over me, deep blues, blacks, and I would sometimes become frightened. But again after much work I could begin to see in my dreams a light breaking through the darkness, and again the light of an inner sun would light up my dream world. It was then that I willed this light to shine into every corner of my soul with my own consciousness. It was as though I was becoming a link between the world of my blindness and the world of self-conscious light. I had become color and through the color had learned to move from the edges of darkness into the center of light consciously. At first I could hardly believe what I was seeing, but as time passed I came to accept it. When awake I discovered that I could see with this vision of the inner dimension raying out into the world around me. In the end it seems that love and acceptance of myself and others were the keys and that was the lesson I needed to learn before I could develop this ability given to me I know by creation or God itself."

"You, Louie Sheen, are the real McCoy, you can see man, you really can see! You have discovered the Palladium within, that inner light that guides all life forms to evolve to a higher consciousness!"

They laugh again as the dolphins swim in a light blue transparent cloud that floats around the couple.

"The blues of the Pacific and Chartres mixed in the sparkling droplets of life spinning round our lovers, can you see it?"

The couple stops walking,  Rose takes Louie by the lapel of his jacket and says:

"There is something I want to share with you Professor". She moves her hand down his leg, touching Louis gently, he smiles very wide. The dolphin’s moves away now back into the blues of love and the lights sparking, as if anew, shinning up into the Universe of the Great Waters. Blue and Jazz swim away, together, in unison, they say...

"See ya all"...swimming off ...

Southern California Coast 2002

Jules Fielding and his 22-year-old son Adam are on a hike along the mountain trail that runs along the ridgeline. They have hiked over to a spot that overlooks the coastline for 40 miles. Down below them is the fruit stand that Maria Romanus and her grandfather Mario ran. Mario passed that winter and is growing fruit on the other side now. Maria and her daughter Maia continue to run the small farm and fruit stand with a few hired hands.

"Look at them" voices are heard saying, splashing sounds are now heard. It’s our dolphin friends again Blues and Jazz. " Remember when I was saying that Jules Fielding was so hurt in love that he was unable to see the love of Maria right before him?" " Well we are about to see Jules wake up!" Watch as the colors of deep blue turn to soft reds and pinks as our lovers find each other at last.

"Come on Dad, let’s hike on down and say hello to the Romanus I have not seen them since the funeral of Gramp Romanus, that's been awhile."

"Sure son, I would like to see them too." They hike down the mountainside and soon are walking into the parking lot of the roadside fruits and vegetables stands. Maria is culling through some corn, discarding rotten tipped ears, as the Fieldings walk towards her. She sees them approaching. A few minutes later they walk into the fruit stand.

"Hello Maria it has been a long time."

Jules stood there looking into Maria's eyes, he saw in her eye's the reflections of the Red Fire Ants running in long lines along in the brown dirt below. He restrained himself from looking at them and pulled his focus back into her own countenance and saw in her eyes a love for him. He was touched and felt the emotion flowing back to her and she received it smiling wide."

"See humans can do it too. The silent language we speak here, is often what you call love in your world." The dolphins are excited.

"Want to go out after work?" she asks Jules. He did not hesitate, as a tear comes to his eye, he says " sure, love to."

Adam was off to the grapes, studying the colors while selecting his bunch of ruby reds, Maia walked up to him. "Hello Mr. Scientist how are the codes and higher education coming?"

Adam looks up and sees Maia coming towards him. He thinks he has never seen such a beautiful women in his whole life as Maia Romanus. " Hi Maia, I'm fine, you know '12 by 12's. You are looking good Maia!"

"Thank you Adam. Can I help you with anything in this many slenderer wonder, the Romanus family organic fruit stand? Looking for anything in particular?"

She smiles at him, and notices how thin he is. She thinks to herself, 'I would love to cook this guy a meal and get to know him better.' The dolphins swim about, almost frantic, as Adam senses that Maia is thinking about him. He is not sure what to say but he sucks it up grabbing for his nerve deep down in the pit of his stomach as it churned nervously, his legs noticeably weak, his palms sweating, then calling out to Maia he asks:

"Would you like to join me for a walk this afternoon?"

"Why I would like that very much Adam. Things slow down around here by mid-day would that be good for you? Thought you would never ask."

That afternoon when Adam met Maia he asked her: "want to go to the grotto?"

"Your place of miracles Adam, or just taking me to a lover's lane to lay hands on me?" She could see that Adam was embarrassed by her last comment, so she quickly added "sure" and started walking towards his car.

"You know me better than that Maia, no this is a special place where the light and colors are so magnificent that, well you will see..."

They got in Adam's car and drove south for about 10 minutes then pulled off the coast highway onto a dusty spot just off the road where he parked. They got out and walked down to the beach for about 10 minutes until they arrived at an opening in a small rock faced hillside. From the outside it just looked like a cave with the ocean tide running in and out of the opening. There was a narrow path that ran along the edge of the cave's a few feet above the ebbing and flowing waterline. They walked along the path into the cave and the first thing Maia noticed was the opening in the roof of the cave that let the afternoon sunlight into the cave, lighting it up like a small stage light. They sat down on a small rock ledge bench that protruded out from the cave's wall.

Adam said to Maia,"you know my saying 12 by 12's:" Maia replies "yes." "Well this is where I made that color observation, just watch the light coming in the grotto through the hole in the ceiling above us, I'll point out the colors."(3)

As the light floods the cave it then turned green reflecting the moss and green tinged walls of the cave, the atmosphere was full of moisture from the tides moving in and out and the light when caught in this soup appeared to have a green hue. "See the light streaming in, now notice the heavy dark black just off of the sun light, now go in-between the two, see the green tint?" Adam asked Maia:

"Yes I do Adam, o