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      <title>A little Light for you Night</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/f612ec90-c611-4133-bbe9-828b2b55339d</link>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 05:14:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2009-11-17T05:14:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Maya Shamaness AumRak's "Crystal Flight" Guided Meditation now available for download.</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/b2207b03-8e60-4699-907e-56d794bbac65</link>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:55:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2009-10-16T00:55:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Maya Shamaness AumRak's "Crystal Flight" Guided Meditation now available for download.</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/a1bfd2cd-9f20-47b0-b927-60ab9c4bc6be</link>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:57:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2009-10-15T21:57:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>manifest ideal housing situation in Denver</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/8a40df23-74af-4cc4-83dd-c811da990fad</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;can pay 500-700 p/month for ideal shared housing&#xD;
with one maybe two people.  i have my 5 year old daughter&#xD;
part time..  peace ful tranquil home for the summer is &#xD;
kinectically aligned waiting for fruition??&#xD;
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hot a pad with some space for creative loving beings&#xD;
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compassion   and    creative   visions streaming forth...&#xD;
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please get back to us..&#xD;
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blessings.&#xD;
tuvasana&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:18:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2009-06-01T00:18:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My First Music Video. Jupiter/Moon/Venus Whales Dolphins... Harmony.. Blessed Be.</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/895ca102-010f-498d-b957-7a49179b2885</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;Music Composed on site by Darin Schaffer!  &#xD;
More to come...&#xD;
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_7xTJRc6MY&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 20:10:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-12-15T20:10:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ft Collins Maya Time Science Gathering.  Nov 3rd</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/68853963-cdec-4c18-a169-14dbf93c74bc</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;Follow link for full info.... Blessings in Gratitude... AWM*SOL&#xD;
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http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=df2w3j7z_2hbz3jngw&amp;amp;hl=en&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 16:27:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-10-24T16:27:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>WELCOME 2</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;WELCOME 2&#xD;
AWM*SOL&#xD;
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CHAKRA TEMPLES VIDEO&#xD;
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An Art, Archaeological and Shamanic tour of nine Maya Chakra Temples sites&#xD;
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Produced by LionFire Studios and Tuvasana Soma-Hank&#xD;
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Heart-Chicchen Itza&#xD;
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Companion video for LionFire's book "Secrets of the Maya Chakra Temples"&#xD;
visit http://people.tribe.net/lionfireshaman for more info on the author and visionary.&#xD;
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email tribalsociety@gmail.com for information on ordering your own copy of the the 44:44 min feature length version.&#xD;
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The ancient Maya knew yogic practices and used them for envisioning, gaining esoteric wisdom and working with natural forces. Called Yok'hah in Yucatec Maya, this word derives from yok' (above or on top of) and hah (truth)—essentially the meaning of the Sanskrit word yoga (yoked to God/higher truth, divine union). Yok'hah Maya includes philosophy, cosmovision and techniques based in ancient Maya knowledge and traditions, with practices including breath control, hand signs, postures, sacred sounds and meditations. These bring control of body processes and refine spiritual capacities, guiding us to live in greater harmony with cycles of our Mother Earth, Father Sun and the cosmos. They connect us with the beauty, powers and rhythms of the natural world. Continued practice expands our ability to envision in other dimensions, and reconnects us with cosmic source.from http://www.mayafifthsun.com&#xD;
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Blessings&#xD;
Feel Free to Explore.&#xD;
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This CD is specially designed for massage, yoga, relaxation and meditation. Each musical track focuses on a Chakra starting from the Root Chakra "Red" (musical key of C) ascending up to the Crown Chakra "Purple" (musical key of B).&#xD;
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This World Beat CD takes you to the Ancient Mayan Temples with authentic tribal rhythms and ambient overtones that activate you into higher dimensional awareness.&#xD;
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2nd Creation Magazine UPDATE!&#xD;
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The first episode of Second creation Magazine for this blue electric storm year, called 'Radiosonic Harmonics: Sounds to Stabilize the Planetary Holon', has just hit the air. You can portal in through www.tortuga.com, as usual, or go straight to the Mind-Heart Mart (www.mhmart.org/2c) to download it. We feel really lucky to have had so many great articles and art come through for this one. Thanks to all our contributors for their gracious input. It's been a pleasure to put it together.&#xD;
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Because this episode is about sound and vibration, we've also compiled an album to accompany the magazine, called 'Sounds of Love' after the track by 'Priestessa' of the same name. Even Dawn, Our Galactic Design Agent, has developed 'Noo-Time Profiles' for all the artists, and these can all be found in the accompanying 'Sounds of Love' pdf booklet. A very special thanks to all the artists who have been so generous as to allow us to give away one of their tracks! It's been inspiring for us to listen to all these great songs as the episode has taken form.&#xD;
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So there ya have it, our first noosletter, letting you know that the new 2cmag is up, with a bunch of cool toons for you to listen to while yr reading. Hope things are well with you.&#xD;
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Thanks!&#xD;
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The Mind-Heart Monks of 2C; Even, Nicko, Mattriks, Jonno and Edward.&#xD;
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Dancing Awake The Fifth World&#xD;
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John Kimmey presenting Native American Prophecy (red shirt)&#xD;
AWAKENING&#xD;
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It is our time. We are awakening out of a seemingly eternal sleep.� We were once awake and are returning to that state, only this time, as we wake, the doorbell is ringing. We wake on our feet on our way to meeting our new self. What an exciting time! To know there is precious treasure awaiting us on the other side of the door. All that is required is opening the door.&#xD;
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Whoever we bring to the door is no longer qualified to proceed further, other than opening the door. After that another persona with our name will emerge and carry on. This requires faith and courage. What will happen to the 'old you' when the advanced you takes control? Who will answer the phone at the office of business as usual? Will anyone recognize the change? � Who benefits, and how?&#xD;
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The answers are hidden in a field of energy known simply as US.� The old identity of 'me' is dissolving in our waking. It was always just a dream, anyway. � The emergence into the mystery school of US develops its own character and destiny.� It must proceed even though we have no clue where it is taking us. We can only hope it is going to settle in greener, more loving pastures than where we have been camping as slaves.&#xD;
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Welcome to the process of evolution. We are the generations of the Purification Time and we are the ones we have been waiting for. It is for us to 'Dance Awake the Fifth World'.&#xD;
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Now our source of guidance and inspiration lives inside us.� We can call upon It anytime and receive immediate response. This Fifth World Energy slipped up on us and took most of us by surprise. Since then it has been increasing and we have taken it into our hearts mostly unconsciously. The waking up is the knowing it is present and beginning to realize we must get in the driver's seat and steer.&#xD;
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Unlike the past, which allowed us to live under the illusion that we were each unique and separate, this new energy requires us to be US, Terrans , Family, Tribe,� etc. Our survival depends on love, cooperation, collaboration and self sacrifice.� Welcome to the Fifth World. Are you ready to dance with us?� Frankly, it's the only game in town where everybody is a winner.&#xD;
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The Fifth World&#xD;
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    * Mission Statement&#xD;
    * Awakening&#xD;
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    * Hopi Prophecy&#xD;
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    Mission Statement&#xD;
    There is a tremendous waste of precious time and energy now among good, genuinely concerned folks. Reacting to the crumbling empire is getting us nowhere. It is definitely crumbling, or more descriptively, the dominos are falling. There is no point in trying to 'save' it. It's not savable. Let's move on. Our purpose here at this site is to call in the visionaries. Those of us who harbor deeply held ideas of how an ideal society would look, walk, talk and celebrate this miraculous gift of life, are now called upon to express and discuss, and ultimately dance awake our deepest hearts desires.&#xD;
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    Grandfather David Monongye, the last Hopi Prophet, said that in the Fifth World there would be one language spoken and one religion practiced. The language would come from the Heart and the religion would come from the Earth. When people live in balance with the creation nothing else will be needed. So this is the foundation stone for our collective vision. Through deep meditation, prayer, and seeking out the inner vision, we can not only describe what is coming to replace the faltering Fourth World, together we can start living it in our daily lives. This is what is meant by Dancing Awake the Fifth World. Are you ready to dance? &#xD;
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HOPI PROPHECY AND&#xD;
FIFTH WORLD CONSULTATION&#xD;
http://www.dancingawakethefifthworld.com/&#xD;
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*We of AWM*SOL are working on a new model for Artistic, Spiritual and Educational resources.  Please stay attuned to the next transmission.*&#xD;
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Ohm Gate Gate Para Gate Para Sum Gate Bodhisvaha&#xD;
Heart Sutra&#xD;
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"Revolution doesn't go anywhere, but in circles.  Creating the same thing that has always been created.  In the New World, the world where PEACE will become the common element which links all Life together.. We must (R)EVOLVE.  Where the circle becomes a spiral or staircase by which the path to our perfected being becomes our attunement." &#xD;
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- Tuvasana (AWM*SOL Ambassador)&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 19:10:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-09-03T19:10:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>What does We Are All One meen? First Responce Channel AWM.</title>
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From the UNIversal Records of I AM.  &#xD;
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We are all ONE refers to the realm of energy and source of Universal Life Force.&#xD;
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At the beginning of the cycle of ignorance during mankind's plunge into the dark&#xD;
and sublime experience of individual consciousness through the past 26,000&#xD;
years.  HUmans spiritual energys fragmented into a multiplicity personalities&#xD;
which taught you to interact and relate to one another.  In this infantile stage&#xD;
of your developments the light of compassion was released into the darkest&#xD;
of your hours.  Fully experiencing realms of dynamic opposites in the psyche&#xD;
of the individual experience of the collective mind, both Universal and of the Earth&#xD;
as you are rooted in its vibratory frequencies as a physical being.  As the speed of&#xD;
light changes and expands with the eternal clarity of Light entering the Solar System&#xD;
by the Photon Band.  You have called and beconned to attain the next step of your&#xD;
evolution.  To this as ONE unified wholistic system of biological and intellectual life.&#xD;
One, NOW, fully awakened THROUGH individual experience.  Now navigating the &#xD;
overtones of the Unified Field of consciousness which will soon lead to your collective&#xD;
ascension and your stepping fully into higher realms of existance while living a physical&#xD;
and Earth centered existdance.  Seeding other galaxies and solar systems with biological&#xD;
life replicated by the fundamental truths observed through your Unification process.&#xD;
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This merging collective mind is very difficult for those whom have an imbalanced relationship&#xD;
with the Ego, a necessary integrational frequency for the development of your I AM completion&#xD;
mode.  Mode of Divinity and Man.  As the imbalance becomes naturally attuned to the ONEness.&#xD;
The harmonic of UNITY will once again ripple throughout the known UNIverse, as it does at &#xD;
the beginning of each new cycle, will cleanse and balance the dark night of the HUman psyche.&#xD;
Purging the very systematic ways of disorder and causes of negative effect.  This is not to place&#xD;
blame or judgment upon the observed imperfections of your current societies.  This is of pure &#xD;
compassion and objective observation of the inherent results of the experiment of individuality.&#xD;
We do not wish seperation from the sovereign freedoms of the individual experience, this is&#xD;
the integration of that experience into an expanding realm of being, which is inevitable in nature&#xD;
due to the necessity of creation to expand and experience new and joyful ways of BEing.  &#xD;
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A result of this integration is the development of your INDIGO SENSORY upgrade.&#xD;
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The first 5 senses, each aligned and attuned through the vortices of energy known as &#xD;
your chakras (Root/Touch. Sacral/Taste.  SP/Sound.  Heart/Smell.  Throat/Sight)  &#xD;
As your primal natures began to infuse with the angelic nature of your higher self,&#xD;
These first five centers developed as a result of your original materialization into matter.&#xD;
The physical UNIversal will always seek to harmonize with the Spiritual realms.  Your&#xD;
mind and thought processes have demanded the creation of a subconscious realm of&#xD;
existance for the balance of the lack of focus in the spirtual dimensions.  Your focus became&#xD;
external and you created and invented the most amazing gadgets and gizmos which reflect&#xD;
the fullest potential of your internal UNIverse.  This is the imbalance of the AGE, lack of internal&#xD;
work and maximization of the external experience.  This is manifest in the dysfuncitional modes&#xD;
of your current structures which are not aligned with Love, the divine heart center where physical&#xD;
manifestation much stem from or the results will be subjected to the destructive and unrooted&#xD;
energies of the lower plains(root, sacral, SPlx)&#xD;
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As you now experience the attunement of your 6th and 7th sensory completion.  The HU of HUman&#xD;
becomes the relevant result of your experience.  Hu (Hu (Sufism), a name for God.) The angelic &#xD;
infused and Divine nature of your being dancing harmoniously and consciously with the primal&#xD;
and rational states of your unified experience.  There have been those whom have incarnated&#xD;
fully awakened with these sensory upgrades and have guided the innovative and intellectual&#xD;
ventures of your cultures.  The day soon approaches where each incarnate being will be&#xD;
consciously working with the unified field where all information and records of past experience&#xD;
of duality exist.  Telepathic communication will be the normal mode of communication where&#xD;
external devices will be seen as ancient relics of the new technology you are experiencing with&#xD;
your own bioelectric communication grids.  No thing will be capable of existing which does not&#xD;
support the UNIversal grid matrix.  In other words the physical reality will maintain equal resonance&#xD;
with the fabric of creation and will not be supported in its manifestation if the intended creation does&#xD;
not maitain the fullest light frequencies of the collective wholistic grid.  When this happens there will&#xD;
be no defining term for wholistic medical practice, for there will be no practice which does not serve&#xD;
the highest good.  Nothing will be shadowed or hidden, there cannot be unspoken intentions and&#xD;
motives.  All will be clear and finely resonant with all environments and colective grids of the Earth&#xD;
and the Cosmos.  Your breath merged with the gentle breezes from canyons to open plains, Your&#xD;
sight as precise as an Ant's and as vast as the Eagle, Your words the notes of all creation and your&#xD;
footsteps as gentle and strong as the deepest Aspen roots.  Please allow  your heats to release the&#xD;
fear by which enslaves your wildest dreams.  Please remember the eternal child within which will&#xD;
guide you to the most joyful of dances without.  Take a moment to breathe with a tree and let it speak&#xD;
to you its story of eternal truth as your roots blend and sing with the most vibrant of reds in to the veins&#xD;
of blood red lava flowing beneath your homes.  Universal Fire and passion in perfect alignment with &#xD;
your home and environments.  Breathing deeply into the depths of the primal egoic self and exhaling&#xD;
through the crystalline essence of creation shooting through the haloed crown of your divinity bouncing&#xD;
back from every star in the universe through rainbow prisms and spirals showering a spectrum of &#xD;
physical reflections and creation.  Feel the presence of integration, feel the wholeness of your gentle&#xD;
and quiet breath.  Feel the living essence of everything around you. SUN MOON STARS EARTH WATER&#xD;
FIRE AIR AND ETHERS.  Now awakened within a fully functioning vessel of attuned BEINGness.  A complete&#xD;
and resonant reflection of Harmony, Free and ALIVE inspired by all things in joy and innocence living moment&#xD;
by moment the eternal promise of LIFE.&#xD;
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&#xD;
Omega Trancemission&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:14:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-07-07T18:14:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Iriquois Confederacy</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/ebe827c3-6017-4703-86fe-0e307d235692</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;http://www.iroquoisdemocracy.pdx.edu/&#xD;
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ASSESSMENT&#xD;
LESSON 1&#xD;
LESSON 2&#xD;
LESSON 3&#xD;
LESSON 4&#xD;
THE CONSTITUTION&#xD;
THE GREAT LAW OF PEACE&#xD;
College of Urban &amp;amp; Public Affairs&#xD;
Graduate School of Education&#xD;
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    Cornplanter-Seneca Chief (ca 1736-1836) Painting by Benjamin WestThis curricular unit looks at the influence one Native American culture had on the "Founding Fathers" ideas about democracy, governmental structures, the rights of the individual and the public good. Using primary sources, students will  compare and contrast the differences between  Native American and European cultures and how  this affected governance. This will lead to a systematic comparison of the Iroquois Confederacy's Great Law of Peace and the US Constitution.&#xD;
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      <title>American Rootz</title>
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            The chiefs of the League of Five Nations shall be mentors of the people for all time. The thickness of their skins shall be seven spans . . . their minds filled with a yearning for the welfare of the people of the League. . . .&#xD;
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            The Great Law of Peace, Paragraph 24,&#xD;
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        When the Iroquois Confederacy was formed, no Europeans were present with clocks and a system for telling time before and after the birth of Christ. Since ideas, unlike artifacts, cannot be carbon dated or otherwise fixed in unrecorded time, the exact date that the Senecas, Onondagas, Oneidas, Mohawks, and Cayugas stopped battling one another and formed a federal union will never be known. It is known, however, that around 1714 the Tuscaroras, a kindred Indian nation, moved northward from what is presently the Carolinas to become the sixth national member of the confederacy.&#xD;
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                  A wide range of estimates exist for the founding date of the confederacy. Iroquoian sources, using oral history and recollections of family ancestries (the traditional methods for marking time through history), have fixed the origin date at between 1000 and 1400 A.D.; Euro-American historians have tended to place the origin of the Iroquois league at about 1450.&#xD;
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                  By an Iroquois account, Cartier made his first appearance among the Iroquois during the life of the thirty-third presiding chief of the league. The presiding chief (Atotarho was the name of the office) held a lifetime appointment unless he was impeached for violating the Great Law of Peace. The Iroquois who use this method of tracing the league's origin place the date at between 1000 and 1100. Arthur C. Parker, a Seneca, used Iroquoian recall of family lines and lifespans to estimate the founding date at 1390. Paul A. W. Wallace, a student of the Iroquois who has written extensively about them, estimated the founding date of the league at 1450. This is only a sample of the attempts that have been made to solve an unsolvable riddle.&#xD;
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                  At whatever date the confederacy was formed, it came at the end of several generations of bloody and divisive warfare between the five nations that joined the league. According to the Iroquois' traditional account, the idea of a federal union was introduced through Deganwidah, a Huron who lived in what is now eastern Ontario. Deganwidah was unsuited himself to propose the idea not only because of his non-Iroquoian ancestry, but also because he stuttered so badly that he could scarcely talk. He would have had the utmost difficulty in presenting his idea to societies where oratory was prized. And writing, aside from the pictographs of the wampum belts, was not used.&#xD;
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                  Deganwidah, wandering from tribe to tribe trying to figure ways to realize his dream of ending war among them all, met Hiawatha, who agreed to speak for him. Hiawatha (a man far removed from Longfellow's poetic creation) undertook long negotiations with leaders of the warring Indian nations and, in the end, produced a peace along the lines of Deganwidah's vision.&#xD;
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                  This peace was procured, and maintained, through the constitution of the league, the Great Law of Peace (untranslated: Kaianerekowa). The story of the Great Law's creation is no less rich in history and allegory than the stories of cultural origin handed down by European peoples, and is only briefly summarized here.&#xD;
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                  The Great Law of Peace was not written in English until about 1880 when Seth Newhouse, a Mohawk, transcribed it. By this time, many of the traditional sachems of the league, worried that the wampum belts that contained the Great Law's provisions might be lost or stolen, sought a version written in English. One such translation was compiled by Arthur C. Parker. In recent years, the text of the Great Law has been published in several editions by Akwesasne Notes, a journal for "native and natural peoples" published on the Mohawk Nation. The substance of all these written translations is similar, although wording varies at some points.&#xD;
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                  The text of the Great Law begins with the planting of the Tree of the Great Peace; the great white pine -- from its roots to its spreading branches -- serves throughout the document as a metaphor for the unity of the league. The tree, and the principal council fire of the confederacy, were located on land of the Onondaga Nation, at the center of the confederacy, the present site of Syracuse, New York.&#xD;
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                  From the Tree of the Great Peace&#xD;
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            Roots have spread out . . . one to the north, one to the west, one to the east and one to the south. These are the Great White Roots and their nature is peace and strength. If any man or any nation outside the Five Nations shall obey the laws of the Great Peace and shall make this known to the statesmen of the League, they may trace back the roots to the tree. If their minds are clean and they are obedient and promise to obey the wishes of the Council of the League, they shall be welcomed to take shelter beneath the Tree of the Long Leaves. &#xD;
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                  This opening provision complements the adoption laws of the confederacy, which contained no bars on the basis of race or national origin. Nor did the Great Law prohibit dual citizenship; several influential Anglo-Americans, emissaries from the Colonial governments, including William Johnson and Conrad Weiser, were given full citizenship in the confederacy. Both men took part in the deliberations of the Grand Council at Onondaga.&#xD;
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                  Following paragraphs three and four, which outlined procedural matters such as the calling of meetings and maintenance of the council fire, the Great Law began to outline a complex system of checks and balances on the power of each nation against that of the others. The Great Law ensured that no measure (such as a declaration of war) would be enacted by the Council of the League without the consent of all five represented nations, each of which would first debate the question internally:&#xD;
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            The council of the Mohawks shall be divided into three parties . . . the first party shall listen only to the discussion of the second and third parties and if an error is made, or the proceeding irregular, they are to call attention to it, and when the case is right and properly decided by the two parties, they shall confirm the decision and refer the case to the Seneca statesmen for their decision. When the Seneca statesmen have decided in accord with the Mohawk statesmen, the case or question shall be referred to the Cayuga and Oneida statesmen on the opposite side of the house. &#xD;
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                  After a question had been debated by the Mohawks, Senecas, Oneidas, and Cayugas on both sides of the "house," it was passed to the Onondagas, the firekeepers, for their decision. The Great Law provided that every Onondaga statesman or his deputy be present in council and that all agree with the majority "without unwarrantable dissent." Decisions, when made, had to be unanimous. If Atotarho, or other chiefs among the Onondaga delegation were absent, the council could only decide on matters of small importance.&#xD;
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                  If the decision of the "older brothers" (Senecas and Mohawks) disagreed with that of the "younger brothers" (Cayugas and Oneidas), the Onondagas were charged with breaking the tie. If the four nations agreed, the Onondagas were instructed by the Great Law to confirm the decision. The Onondagas could, however, refuse to confirm a decision given them by the other four nations, and send it back for reconsideration. If the four nations rendered the same decision again, the Onondagas had no other course but to confirm it. This decision-making process somewhat resembled that of a two-house congress in one body, with the "older brothers" and "younger brothers" each comprising a side of the house. The Onondagas filled something of an executive role, with a veto that could be overriden by the older and younger brothers in concert.[1]&#xD;
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                  Paragraph 14 of the Great Law provided that the speaker for any particular meeting of the council would be elected by acclamation from either the Mohawks, Senecas, or Onondagas. The Great Law also provided for changes to the Great Law, by way of amendment:&#xD;
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            If the conditions which arise at any future time call for an addition to or a change of this law, the case shall be carefully considered and if a new beam seems necessary or beneficial, the proposed change shall be decided upon and, if adopted, shall be called "added to the rafters." &#xD;
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                  The next major section of the Great Law concerned the rights, duties, and qualifications of statesmen. The chiefs who sat on the council were elected in two ways. Traditionally, they were nominated by the women of each extended family holding title (in the form of special wampum strings) to a chiefship. Increasingly during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, chiefs were elected outside this hereditary structure on the basis of their leadership qualities.&#xD;
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                  In order to keep his office, a chief had to abide by several rules, most of which were written into the Great Law. A chief could not, for example, refuse to attend meetings of the council. After one warning by the women who had nominated him, a chief who continued to ignore council meetings was removed.&#xD;
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                  More seriously, a chief could be removed from the council if it became "apparent . . . [that he] . . . has not in mind the welfare of the people, or [if he] disobeys the rules of the Great Law. . . ." Complaints about the conduct of chiefs could be brought before the council by "the men and women of the league, or both acting jointly," and communicated to the accused through the war chiefs who, in peacetime, often acted as the peoples' monitors on the other chiefs in council. An erring chief, after three warnings, would be removed by the war chiefs if complaints continued and the erring chief did not mend his ways.&#xD;
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                  One of the most serious offenses of which a chief could be accused was murder. The sanctions against this crime may have been made as stringent as they were because blood feuds were a major problem before Deganwidah united the Iroquois.&#xD;
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            If a chief of the League of Five Nations should commit murder, the other chiefs of the nation shall assemble at the place where the corpse lies and prepare to depose the criminal chief. If it is impossible to meet at the scene of the crime the chiefs shall discuss the matter at the next council of their nation and request their war chief to depose the chief guilty of the crime, to "bury" his women relatives and to transfer the chieftanship title to a sister family. &#xD;
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        The reference to burial was figurative; the law provided that a chief guilty of murder would not only lose his own title, but deprive his entire extended family of the right to be represented on the council. In addition, a chief guilty of murder was banished from the confederacy.&#xD;
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                  Certain physical and mental defects, such as idiocy, blindness, deafness, dumbness, or impotency could also cause a chief's dismissal from office, although the Great Law provided that "in cases of extreme necessity," the chief could continue to exercise his rights in council.&#xD;
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                  While holding membership on the confederate council, the Great Law provided that a chief should be tolerant and attentive to constituent criticism:&#xD;
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            The chiefs of the League of Five Nations shall be mentors of the people for all time. The thickness of their skins shall be seven spans, which is to say that they shall be proof against anger, offensive action and criticism. Their hearts shall be full of peace and good will and their minds filled with a yearning for the welfare of the people of the League. With endless patience, they shall carry out their duty. Their firmness shall be tempered with a tenderness for their people. Neither anger nor fury shall find lodging in their minds and all their words and actions shall be marked by calm deliberation. &#xD;
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                  Paragraph 35 of the Great Law outlined provisions for election of "pine-tree chiefs" -- those who held membership in the council because of their special abilities, rather than the hereditary titles of their extended families. The name "pine-tree chief" was given to such individuals because they were said to have sprung, like the Great White Pine under which the council met. While the pine sprang from the earth, the pine-tree chiefs sprang from the body of the people. The nomination to the council came directly from the chiefs sitting on it.&#xD;
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                  A pine-tree chief could not be officially deposed, as could the hereditary chiefs, for violating the Great Law. If such a chief lost the confidence of the people, however, the Great Law told them to "be deaf to his voice and his advice." Like other civil chiefs, the pine-tree chiefs could not name their successors; nor could they carry their titles to the grave. The Great Law provided a ceremony for removing the title from a dying chief.&#xD;
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                  One war chief from each of the five represented nations also sat on the confederate council along with the hereditary and pine-tree chiefs. These chiefs were elected from the eligible sons of the female families holding title to the head chieftainship in each of the five nations. The war chiefs in peacetime acted as the peoples' eyes and ears in the council, carrying messages to and from the council and constituents. In wartime, these chiefs raised fighting forces, a task that often took no small amount of eloquence, since there was no enforced draft, and warriors had to be convinced that a cause was worth fighting for. It was also the duty of the war chief to lay questions of the people (other societies might call them petitions) before the Council of the League. War chiefs, like civil chiefs, could be recalled from office if they violated the Great Law's standards of leadership.&#xD;
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                  To prevent factions within the confederacy, Deganwidah and his confederates built into it a system of clans that overlapped each nations' political boundaries. The clans bore such names as Great Bear, Turtle, Deer Pigeon, Hawk, and Wild Potatoes. Each member of a particular clan recognized as a relative others of the same clan, even if they lived in different nations of the league. The clan structure and the system of checks and balances kept one nation from seeking to dominate others and helped to insure that consensus would arise from decisions of the council. Checks and balances were evident between the sexes, as well. Although the members of the Grand Council were men, most of them had been nominated by the women of their respective extended families. Women also were considered to be the allocators of resources, and descent was matrilineal.&#xD;
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                  Surely the first reference to a "United Nations" in American history occurred in paragraph 61 of the Great Law. A concept of national self-determination is expressed in paragraph 84, which allowed conquered non-Iroquoian nations, or those which peacefully accepted the Great Law, to continue their own system of internal government as long as it refrained from making war on other nations. Paragraph 98 confirmed the people's right to seek redress from the Grand Council through their respective war chiefs. Paragraph 99 guaranteed freedom of religion. Paragraph 107 denied entry to the home by those not authorized to do so by its occupants.&#xD;
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                  The Great Law was not wholly unwritten before its transcription into English during the late nineteenth century. Its provisions were recorded on wampum belts that were used during council meetings whenever disputes arose over procedure, or over the provisions of the law itself. Wampum was also used to record many other important events, such as contracts and other agreements. A contemporary source credits the belts with use "to assist the memory."[2]&#xD;
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                  "When a subject is of very great importance the belt is very wide and so on -- if a Mohawk makes a promise to another, he gives him one of these belts -- his word is irrevocable &amp;amp; they do not consider anything a greater reproach [than a] . . . word not binding," the same source recorded. Contrary to popular assumption many Indian cultures, the Iroquois among them, used some forms of written communication. These forms were only rarely appreciated by eighteenth-century Euro-American observers.&#xD;
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                  In addition to its use as an archive (usually kept by senior sachems), wampum also served as a medium of exchange. It had a definite value among the Iroquois and other Indians in relation to deerskins, beaver pelts, and (after extensive contact with Euro-Americans) British coins. Fashioned from conch and clam shells in the shape of beads, wampum was sewn into intricate patterns on hides. Each design had a different meaning, and understanding of the designs' meaning was indispensable to the conduct of Iroquoian diplomacy, as it was the lingua franca for conduct between nations (Indian to Indian and Indian to European) in North America for more than a century.&#xD;
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                  To do diplomatic business with the Iroquois, the British and French envoys had to learn how wampum was used. When the occasion called for giving, they should expect to get a string (often called a "strand" in treaty accounts) or a belt of wampum. A strand -- beads strung on yard-long leather strips tied at one end -- signified agreement on items of small importance, but still worth noting. Belts, often six feet long and up to two feet wide, were reserved for important items. The Iroquois dealt with the English and French only under their own diplomatic code, a way of reminding the Europeans that they were guests on the Indians' continent, which they called "Turtle Island." Euro-American diplomats who came to council without a sufficient supply of wampum strands and belts to give, or one who failed to understand the message of one or more belts, could make or break alliances at a time when the Iroquois' powerful confederacy and its Indian allies constituted the balance of power between the English and French in North America.&#xD;
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                  On a continent still very lightly settled with Europeans -- islands of settlement in a sea of Indian nations -- it behooved diplomatic suitors to know the difference between a peace and a war belt. It also helped to have Indian allies as guides through what Europeans regarded as a limitless and trackless wilderness. Without Indian help (on both sides) the Colonial wars in North America might have taken a great deal longer than they did. Without Indian guides, the armies would have had a much harder time finding one another, except by accident.&#xD;
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                  During the 1730s and 1740s, the British Crown decided that if it was to stem the French advance down the western side of the Appalachians, alliance with the Iroquois was imperative. The French advance south from the Saint Lawrence Valley and north from Louisiana threatened to hem the English between the mountains and the Atlantic. And so the peace belt went out in a diplomatic offensive that would end in France's defeat two decades later.&#xD;
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                  To win the Iroquois, the British envoys had to deal with the Iroquois on their own terms, as distasteful as this may have been to some of the more effete diplomats. They would find themselves sitting cross-legged around council fires many miles from the coastal cities, which Indian sachems refused to visit except on the most compelling business, fearing disease and the temptations of alcohol, as well as possible attacks by settlers along the way.&#xD;
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                  In order to cement the alliance, the British sent Colonial envoys who usually reported directly to the various provincial governors, one of whom was Benjamin Franklin, to the frontier and beyond. This decision helped win North America for the British -- but only for a time. In the end, it still cost them the continent, or at least the better part of it. The Colonial delegates passed more than wampum over the council fires of the treaty summits. They also came home with an appetite for something that many proper colonials, and most proper British subjects, found little short of heresy. They returned with a taste for natural rights -- life, liberty, and happiness -- that they saw operating on the other side of the frontier. These observations would help mold the political life of the colonies, and much of the world, in the years to come.&#xD;
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           1. The Tuscaroras had no voting rights after they joined the confederacy during the early eighteenth century.&#xD;
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      <title>5th WORLD Gatherings JUNE 12-16th... Hopi Prophecy, Maya Yoga, Chakra Temples...</title>
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Thursday, June 12, 2008 at 6:30pm&#xD;
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Monday, June 16, 2008 at 10:30pm&#xD;
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Denver Metaphysical Research Society: Lyons CO, : ISIS bookstore, Denver, : Oriental Theatre, Denver&#xD;
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Hopi Prophecy delivery&#xD;
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The Hopi Prophecy is both ancient and totally up to date. It speaks to&#xD;
all of us living in these dynamic times of change, providing the&#xD;
insight and instructing us in the necessary changes for our survival.&#xD;
This message closely held for thousands of years as a secret&#xD;
knowledge, was first revealed to the world in 1946 according to the&#xD;
instructions within the teachings themselves.&#xD;
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John Kimmey is a longtime resident of the American Southwest and noted&#xD;
educator and ceremonial leader. He was designated by Grandfather David&#xD;
Monongye, Hopi village leader and prophecy carrier, to continue&#xD;
delivery of this message after his Monongye's passing. John has been&#xD;
responding to requests to hear the prophecy for over 20 years.&#xD;
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After gathering - 10:00PM-12:00PM&#xD;
Acoustic BondFire Jam! drums, guitars, voice, dancing, fire spinning...&#xD;
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Sat June 14th&#xD;
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Maya Yoga with Lennie Martin.. ($33)&#xD;
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The ancient Maya knew yogic practices and used them for envisioning,&#xD;
gaining esoteric wisdom and working with natural forces. Called&#xD;
Yok'hah in Yucatec Maya, this word derives from yok' (above or on top&#xD;
of) and hah (truth)—essentially the meaning of the Sanskrit word yoga&#xD;
(yoked to God/higher truth, divine union). Yok'hah Maya includes&#xD;
philosophy, cosmovision and techniques based in ancient Maya knowledge&#xD;
and traditions, with practices including breath control, hand signs,&#xD;
postures, sacred sounds and meditations.&#xD;
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1PM-5PM www.dancingawakethefifthworld.com&#xD;
Vision-The Outcome of Prophecy ($44) with John Kimmey&#xD;
At this time most native peoples are struggling to return to the True&#xD;
Path of Life. The greatest challenge, and perhaps most critical, is&#xD;
awakening those who have lost their cultural and ancestral roots&#xD;
because they are blindly proceeding on the "two-hearted path" towards&#xD;
ultimate annihilation. The teachings in this workshop are designed to&#xD;
correct specific common behaviors on the "two-hearted path".&#xD;
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Thursday June 12th at Metaphysical Research Society $33.00&#xD;
http://www.mapquest.com/maps/1001+E+7th+Ave+Denver+CO+80218/&#xD;
Meet and greet with 7500 year old Tibetan Jade Skull 5PM by donation.&#xD;
time will be limited so come early.&#xD;
Leonide Martin delivers Maya Yoga workshop 6-8 PM www.mayafifthsun.com&#xD;
Premiere of "Secrets of the Maya Chakra Temples." by Tuvasana and&#xD;
LionFire 8:30-10PM&#xD;
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Monday June 16th Oriental Theatre&#xD;
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doors open at 5:30-6:30 meet and greet with Jade skull..&#xD;
7:00- 8:00 Maya Yoga Presentation with Lennie Martin,&#xD;
8PM Premiere of Secrets of the Maya Chakra Temples film&#xD;
By LionFire and Tuvasana Soma&#xD;
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Sunday June 15th &#xD;
IsisBookstore in Englewood Colorado&#xD;
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Opening Ceremony at 1PM with LionFire Theatre and &#xD;
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      <title>5th World Gatherings.. ColorADO, USA, Earthshan</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;Thursday, June 12, 2008 more on this date &#xD;
4:00 PM&#xD;
Location:	 Colorado, USA, Earthshan &#xD;
Colorado&#xD;
The Fifth World Gatherings &#xD;
(event website)www.facebook.com/event.php&#xD;
represent the unisons of ancient wisdoms &#xD;
and ancient teachings long carefully guarded among a small group of &#xD;
beings. In these dynamic times we live in, these teachings emerge &#xD;
through grace to provide a clear, positive and sustainable approach to &#xD;
internal and external harmony for ourselves, our familys and our &#xD;
surrounding environments. The ancient Hopi speak of a choice which &#xD;
all of HUmanity will be presented with in order to survive the time of &#xD;
Purification. Their ancient creation story or Hopi Prophecy tells of &#xD;
cyclic history and the origin of their people. This is a 31/2 hour &#xD;
long verbal transmission which has been handed down word for word for &#xD;
thousands of years on the Hopi Reservation. &#xD;
Meanwhile at the end of a 260,000 year cycle(2012) the ancient Maya &#xD;
created a sophisticated science based on cosmic and natural cycles &#xD;
found coded within &#xD;
their Maya Calendar systems. The most densly elaborate system of pyramids &#xD;
and temples in the world where left by a people who seemingly &#xD;
dissapeared. Only leaving traces in stone and tombs. The Maya &#xD;
aligned their temples in very precise &#xD;
astronomical manners which maintained the resonance of their society &#xD;
and spiritual practices. By doing this their wisdoms transcended the &#xD;
confines of limited perspective and allowed the initiated to journey &#xD;
through the sensory realms into a unified realm of brain activity. &#xD;
(the frequency model for the maya calendar = 13 / 20 the difference &#xD;
as applied through binaural brainwave entrainment = (7) - or theta &#xD;
consciousness...thus as their entire society was regulated by the &#xD;
calendric system, as is ours, they were within a field which &#xD;
maintained and harmony between their fabricated reality and nature) &#xD;
The Maya Chakra Temples, originally discovered by Drunvalo &#xD;
Melchizedek, suggests a way in which mankind may once again achieve &#xD;
harmony between the fabrications of mind and nature. The chakras &#xD;
being the metaphysical conduits which channel spirit from the source &#xD;
of all creation, and allow our sould to animate our living world. To &#xD;
attaine harmony within these centers will allow mankind to attain &#xD;
harmony with its external reality as well. The Earth no longer wishes &#xD;
to be a playground for war and conflict. The Maya Chakra Temples are &#xD;
a manifestation of the hermetic science of as above so below. &#xD;
reflecting the cosmic order and harmony on the Earth in what would &#xD;
naturally be Earths Chakras. We understand that the ancient &#xD;
civilizations naturally built their temples on these energetically &#xD;
powerful points to anchor cosmic energy to the earth to allow for &#xD;
local and universal harmony. The seven sites of the maya chakra &#xD;
temples exist within a feminine spiral throughout MesoAmerica. &#xD;
Through creating in accord with nature without we will attain accord &#xD;
with nature within. The Hopi call for the transcendance of 2 hearted &#xD;
ways of greed, control, and power into states of Grace or 1 hearted &#xD;
ways. Which will become the guides to all our relations to return to &#xD;
the natural state of being. Bliss, Unconditional Love, and Well &#xD;
Being. To again thrive in the co- created Earth realms as conscious &#xD;
beings partnered with the Divine to share and commune on the Earth we &#xD;
live and Care for.. &#xD;
The Maya Yoga information is new to me, thus i feel not to speak on it &#xD;
to much.. It seems the ancient Maya also were aware the chakra &#xD;
systems, and used mudras, breath control, and yogic poses. We shall &#xD;
learn more whom are interested. . Blessings to you all and thanks for &#xD;
listening. &#xD;
-Tuvasana Soma&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <title>JUNE *FIFTH WORLD Gatherings in Colorado... Hopi Prophecy, Maya Yoga and Chakra Temples</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/f739aec0-0621-4d73-81b7-009080883bfd</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;Good day tribe.&#xD;
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We welcome you to join us for AWM*SOL events in June&#xD;
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Thursday June 12th at Metaphysical Research Society $33.00&#xD;
Leonide Martin delivers Maya Yoga workshop 6-8 PM www.mayafifthsun.com&#xD;
World Premiere of "Secrets of the Maya: Chakra Temples." by Tuvasana and LionFire 8:30-10PM&#xD;
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Gathering of the &#xD;
5th World&#xD;
June 13th and 14th &#xD;
107 County Road 69&#xD;
Lyons, Colorado&#xD;
This is an OUTDOOR drug and alcohol free event!  NO RECORDING DEVICES...&#xD;
if the weather is compromising we shall gather inside near the land...&#xD;
bring your swimming gear and good vibes!&#xD;
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Hopi Prophecy delivery &#xD;
Friday evening at 6:30-10:00 PM &#xD;
FREE WILL OFFERING AND NO RECORDING DEVICES.&#xD;
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The Hopi Prophecy is both ancient and totally up to date.  It speaks to all of us living in these dynamic times of change, providing the insight and instructing us in the necessary changes for our survival.  This message closely held for thousands of years as a secret knowledge, was first revealed to the world in 1946 according to the instructions within the teachings themselves.&#xD;
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John Kimmey is a longtime resident of the American Southwest and noted educator and ceremonial leader.  He was designated by Grandfather David Monongye, Hopi village leader and prophecy carrier, to continue delivery of this message after his Monongye’s passing.  John has been responding to requests to hear the prophecy for over 20 years.&#xD;
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After gathering - 10:00PM-12:00PM &#xD;
Acoustic BondFire Jam! drums, guitars, voice, dancing, fire  spinning...&#xD;
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Sat June 14th &#xD;
9:30AM-12:30PM www.mayafifthsun.com&#xD;
Maya Yoga with Lennie Martin.. ($33) &#xD;
The ancient Maya knew yogic practices and used them for envisioning, gaining esoteric wisdom and working with natural forces. Called Yok’hah in Yucatec Maya, this word derives from yok’ (above or on top of) and hah (truth)—essentially the meaning of the Sanskrit word yoga (yoked to God/higher truth, divine union). Yok’hah Maya includes philosophy, cosmovision and techniques based in ancient Maya knowledge and traditions, with practices including breath control, hand signs, postures, sacred sounds and meditations. &#xD;
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1PM-5PM www.dancingawakethefifthworld.com&#xD;
Vision-The Outcome of Prophecy ($44) with John Kimmey &#xD;
At this time most native peoples are struggling to return to the True Path of Life.  The greatest challenge, and perhaps most critical, is awakening those who have lost their cultural and ancestral roots because they are blindly proceeding on the “two-hearted path” towards ultimate annihilation.  The teachings in this workshop are designed to correct specific common behaviors on the “two-hearted path”. &#xD;
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For camping and lodging information visit the page below.&#xD;
http://www.lyons-colorado.com/lodging/lodging.htm&#xD;
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for more information and to order tickets contact event coordinator at tribalsociety@gmail.com.&#xD;
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Sunday June 15th &#xD;
Isis Bookstore in Englewood Colorado&#xD;
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Starting at 1PM with    LionFire Theatre  &#xD;
Maya Yoga workshop at 3PM with Lennie Martin.  &#xD;
&#xD;
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June 16th Oriental Theatre&#xD;
5:30 - 6:30 Meet and Greet with Jade Skull  and friends.&#xD;
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6:30-8:00 Lennie Martin : book presentation and opening ceremony:&#xD;
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8:00-9:00  FILM: Maya Landing and LionFire Theatre&#xD;
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9:00-10:00 FILM: Secrets of the Maya: Chakra Temples by Tuvasana and LionFire.&#xD;
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May all be blessed!!!&#xD;
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AWMmmmmm&#xD;
AWM*SOL&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 20:06:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-05-10T20:06:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Boulder tribe ?~?</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/d092fa90-5e98-4d84-ae5a-93e67953a327</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;good day &#xD;
i have recently arrived in boulder do to a job &#xD;
that pays great, and i cannot afford to loose.. &#xD;
i am in need of a warm loving and &#xD;
creative environment to rest before and after &#xD;
work (5am-4pm) i may have a place lined &#xD;
up in a week or so, maybe not exactly what &#xD;
i am looking to manifest, but would do..settling ya know. &#xD;
so either for a week, or 1-3 months... flexibility &#xD;
would be most excellent... if commitment is needed &#xD;
i am willing to honor that and uphold it due to the &#xD;
importance of me keeping this job.. &#xD;
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I can offer cleaning, yardwork, money(in a week) &#xD;
childcare, bodywork, reiki, laughs, creativity, &#xD;
stories, and i love to cook.. &#xD;
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please rsvp... &#xD;
thanks and love &#xD;
tuvasana &#xD;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 20:43:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-05-08T20:43:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>AWMSOL summer schedule. Hopi Prophecy, Yoga Maya, Chakra Temples!</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/b2383ee3-d9d3-4c44-8a6b-7586dcc477f1</link>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/b2383ee3-d9d3-4c44-8a6b-7586dcc477f1"&gt;  						          &lt;img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/098/e18/098e1855-41be-4cb0-bcfb-288e856cc0b6.thumb" width="65" height="71" alt="" /&gt;
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										&lt;div&gt;Good day tribe.&#xD;
&#xD;
As some as you may know AWMSOL is working with Elders and&#xD;
Wisdom Keepers from various cultures to assist with bringing &#xD;
indigenous and ancient teachings to the modern world as a call&#xD;
to assist with bringing balance and healing to ourselves and the&#xD;
world we all share....  We welcome you to any or all of our summer&#xD;
events to share in this experience...  AWMmmmmm.... Tuvasana&#xD;
&#xD;
June 12th at Metaphysical Research Society $33.00 &#xD;
Premiere of "Secrets of the Maya Chakra Temples." by Tuvasana and LionFire 8:30-10PM&#xD;
Leonide Martin delivers Maya Yoga workshop 6-8 PM&#xD;
meet and greet with 7500 year old Tibetan Jade Skull 5PM by donation.  time will be limited so come early.&#xD;
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June 13th and 14th Lyons Colorado  Gathering of the 5th World. $55.00 for Saturday Fri is by donation   $44.00 advance ticket sales through paypal account lionfire@beyondbb.com... first 100 people will get a free copy of Secrets of the Maya Chakra Templs Film!&#xD;
Friday evening at 6:30 PM we are blessed to bring John Kimmey to Colorado&#xD;
for a rare public delivery of the original Hopi Prophecy 3.5 hours&#xD;
He was adopted by David Monogye and Little Jo and given blessing to deliver&#xD;
after 30 years...  I am humbled to share this opportunity with You all.  This will&#xD;
be an outdoor event unless it rains. and is near the river and campgrounds&#xD;
for overnite camping...  Please email tribalsociety@gmail.com for more detailed info..&#xD;
&#xD;
June 14th&#xD;
11-1PM&#xD;
Lennie Martin Delivers Maya Yoga Workshop..  5 ancient maya keys to Harmony and Ancient Maya Yoga practices.&#xD;
&#xD;
1PM-2PM&#xD;
Dancing Awake the Fifth World with John Kimmey&#xD;
here he will apply the teachings he has gathered as&#xD;
a Dharma teacher and Indigenous American Wisdoms&#xD;
with very practical and beneficial tools for our modern &#xD;
life and communities.&#xD;
&#xD;
2-3PM&#xD;
Drawing from the Sense with LionFire&#xD;
Shamanic Art creations!&#xD;
&#xD;
3:30-?&#xD;
Sweat Lodge with John Kimmey..&#xD;
We need another water pourer if anyone is available&#xD;
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&#xD;
June 15th Isis Bookstore in Englewood Colorad&#xD;
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June 16th Oriental Theatre&#xD;
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Will keep you posted with more details.. until then&#xD;
feel free to probe for details.. &#xD;
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May all be blessed!!!  &#xD;
&#xD;
AWMmmmmm&#xD;
AWM*SOL &lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 21:41:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-05-02T21:41:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>CapnoTrainer video</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/0627a30d-ad0b-4152-926e-8dcd585a10c9</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUWPwO-h-os&#xD;
&#xD;
The CapnoTrainerÒ provides for educational appl...&#xD;
(more) &#xD;
Added: January 25, 2008 &#xD;
The CapnoTrainerÒ provides for educational applications. The CapnoTrainerÒ has been specifically designed and manufactured for evaluating, observing, and learning breathing behavior. It is not intended for diagnosis and treatment. The instrument is for CapnoLearningä, which is about you and your body learning new breathing behaviors, in improving health and performance. Anyone can get involved. We all have our own personal formula for breathing success based on our own learning experiences. The CapnoTrainerTM makes CapnoLearning possible. Changing maladaptive breathing behaviours(HypoCapnia=CO2 depletion=imbalanced chemistry,PH,Blood Flow)&#xD;
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The CapnoTrainerTM is a combination hardware-software system that provides for real-time computer displays of partial pressure carbon dioxide (PCO2) while breathing, both during the inhale and the exhale. During the inhale the instrument reads effectively "zero," as there is only a very small amount of CO2 in atmospheric air, about 0.3 mmHg (millimeters of mercury) as compared to a total atmospheric pressure of 760 mmHg (at sea level). During the exhale it rises sharply to the average level of PCO2 in the alveoli (basic gas exchange units) of the lungs, rising very slowly during the transition from exhale to inhale (alveolar plateau), and eventually reaching a peak value immediately prior to the next inhale. This peak value of PCO2 can be thought of as the "End of the Tide" of air, or ETCO2. This waveform is a capnogram.&#xD;
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out of a study of 30,000 participants. The CapnoTrainer recorded a 86% success rate!&#xD;
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It is being used around the globe by practitioners in addiction, alternative medicine, behaviour therapy, corporate coaching, couseling, nursing, psycology, social work and more+ An amazing addition to anyone's current practice. We look forward to hearing from you.&#xD;
&#xD;
To schedule an interview &#xD;
Also to purchase or lease a CapnoTrainer&#xD;
go to&#xD;
www.livingstructures.org&#xD;
&#xD;
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Video and information from&#xD;
Better Physiology (c)2008 &#xD;
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUWPwO-h-os&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 17:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-01-26T17:25:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a subtle clue often missed</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/298bd1be-e85e-4614-b9d3-fb5a866a2dac</link>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/298bd1be-e85e-4614-b9d3-fb5a866a2dac"&gt;  						          &lt;img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/693/f6b/693f6b99-1bff-4f18-aee8-03d00478701d.thumb" width="51" height="78" alt="" /&gt;
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										&lt;div&gt;I want change to ! ! !  Do you?&#xD;
sometimes it's a little harder than we think, yeah?&#xD;
often walking by the angels of the gutters in the city&#xD;
flashing signs of the times.  Incarnate to set the balance&#xD;
of a world in dire need of finding a way out of the need&#xD;
of industrialization and "growth"&#xD;
my view is that growth would be more attained by hearing&#xD;
these simple messages of "change please?"  and offering&#xD;
whatever we have in our pockets.  &#xD;
i often offer all i have in my pockets which is often all i have.(period)&#xD;
of this crazed financial "abundance" some call it..&#xD;
if the abundance of life is judged by photos of dead presidents lining&#xD;
my pockets... I opt to hold space for a new way.  each "note" lended&#xD;
in this way of "green energy"  is back by what?  debt, perpetual &#xD;
motionianic investments of lies and deception.......  i still use these notes&#xD;
to feed my child and myself.. and sometimes to purchase something&#xD;
that speaks to me beyond this unfortunate illusion.. what ever happened&#xD;
to gifting???  to selfless service???  where is it???  i feel it, waiting to &#xD;
be assimilated into the modern path of life.,..  if any of you know of anyone&#xD;
who gives money away just because they have it and understand that giving&#xD;
it to someone who has very little assists with healing the world and our society&#xD;
,.. please give them my email address&#xD;
tribalsociety@gmail.com&#xD;
as i have never worked to horde this green energy and "save" up in the name&#xD;
of what it supports, what does it support?? ask Ishmael,.  www.ishmael.com&#xD;
are you a taker or a leaver???  The choice is yours!!!&#xD;
Please email me or message me if you want to brainstorm genuine ways&#xD;
to attune to finding new ways of supporting ONE ANOTHER in all ways.&#xD;
pooling resources and sharing will get us a step further in the right direction.&#xD;
we cannot do it ourselves...  If you already are doing this and are part of an&#xD;
exclusive community that is closed of to the rest of humanity...  OK... as i &#xD;
said, it is YOUR choice. i wish you well....  Auuummmm&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 20:20:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>recalibrate your breathing, or your clients' with the Capno Trainer.</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/0ab717ea-6caa-485f-9d05-e3c63723f49c</link>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/0ab717ea-6caa-485f-9d05-e3c63723f49c"&gt;  						          &lt;img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/317/9f5/3179f5ba-0404-478d-90fe-b86d557d70b3.thumb" width="58" height="78" alt="" /&gt;
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										&lt;div&gt;I am pleased to share with tribe an amazing new biofeedback technology&#xD;
that measures your breathing patterns!&#xD;
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please forward to anyone you know who may be suffering from a breathing related problem~*~&#xD;
&#xD;
This has had amazing effects with many areas of human dysfunction as&#xD;
Few people, lay or professional, know that (1) breathing directly regulates body chemistry, including pH, electrolyte balance, blood flow, hemoglobin chemistry, and kidney function, and that (2) breathing is a behavior subject to the same principles of learning as any other behavior, including the role of motivation, emotion, attention, perception, and memory.  Bringing together these two simple facts means bringing together the biological and behavioral sciences in profoundly practical ways relevant to the lives of millions.  It changes the way that we think about ourselves and our physiology.&#xD;
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Through learning with the capnometer, in your home on your own, with clients as a certified breath practitioner(training provided through www.bp.edu) or working with a CBP.  You can optimize your breathing regardless of if you are fighting with a spouse, driving in rush hour, or any other external stimuli that may lead to overbreathing or lack of C02,(which regulates oxygen flow)...  &#xD;
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Through www.livingstructures.org you may purchase individual sessions, with me either in person or via skype through a remote internet link.  Or you may purchase or lease one instrument or MANY instruments to implement into your current practice of health and abundance.  &#xD;
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This technology is brand new and is such a gift to an often overlooked area of our daily lives.  the sacred breath.  &#xD;
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If you or anyone you know feels breathing may have a non beneficial impact in any area of your life please. contact me and i would love to assist you in optimizing your breathing for full human functioning!&#xD;
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The best part is once you RELEARN proper breathing, you don't need the instrument anymore! ! !  It is a tool to reflect our highest potential!&#xD;
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blessings,&#xD;
Tuvasana Soma&#xD;
www.livingstructures.org&#xD;
303-803-6215&#xD;
tribalsociety@gmail.com&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 05:51:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-01-06T05:51:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>AwmSOLstice zine submissions due now!  FIrst issure release</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/f1c66899-5aba-4aa1-8a2d-80cf9aab3490</link>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/f1c66899-5aba-4aa1-8a2d-80cf9aab3490"&gt;  						          &lt;img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/592/848/592848f3-2333-4b66-ac98-7aaff8c90b27.thumb" width="54" height="78" alt="" /&gt;
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										&lt;div&gt;hey there tribe,&#xD;
blaise and i are finishing&#xD;
up the production of awm*sol's first publicaiton!&#xD;
released TODAY...&#xD;
&#xD;
SO &#xD;
&#xD;
if ya'll want to put art or writing in it juz do it.&#xD;
This zine is dedicated to cultural awareness&#xD;
and spiritually conscious creations...  please&#xD;
put link to pictures or material in reply.  also can&#xD;
send to ancientwisdoms2012@gmail.com&#xD;
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poetry, philosophy, channelings, teachings,&#xD;
alchemy, inspirtions of all appropriate types.&#xD;
&#xD;
We will put contact info of all submitters unless&#xD;
noticed otherwise ie: annonymous&#xD;
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Bless you all and Happy Solstice...&#xD;
May the Light of the Great Spirit Shine upon you in the day of emerging Light.&#xD;
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Tuvasana and Blaise&#xD;
AWM*SOL  Ambassadors&#xD;
AAAAWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwmmmmmm&#xD;
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~*~*~*~*~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~*~*&#xD;
let us know if you want to order copies!  5 bucks for bulk orders of more than 10  or 10 bizkits a piece~*&#xD;
for submitters we will send you a free copy if you put your address in reply.  will do internet version as well..&#xD;
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i&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 18:58:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-12-21T18:58:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Want to know your Maya Astrology???</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/a8a8480f-0d75-4394-a908-265dfde00eac</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;I would like to offer up Maya Astrology charts to ya'll&#xD;
birthdays&#xD;
significant days of anykind can be reflected back to&#xD;
you through&#xD;
Dreamspell/Yucatec Calendar&#xD;
and the Quiche LongCount or both!  &#xD;
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When a child was born in the lands of the ancient Maya&#xD;
the elder or daykeeper of the tribe would decode its birth glyph&#xD;
and that child would be raised within the resonance of its &#xD;
catalyzed creative energies combined with a TONE and a &#xD;
Glyph. ie: if a child was born with the glyph IX it would be raised&#xD;
in the shamanic traditions of the tribe because IX is jaguar medicine&#xD;
the most sacred animal totem and teacher in the ancient maya world.&#xD;
And so forth.  Doing this one was able to perfectly embody the base resonance&#xD;
of their BEING and fullfil the holographic layour of the societal anatomy which&#xD;
reflected perfect harmony..  shaman did not work as laborers, laborers did not&#xD;
work as teachers, teachers did not work as musicians.&#xD;
 The tone is the energetic quality or RAY in which &#xD;
your spirit travelled on into your body.  The Glyph is the &#xD;
Characteristics which make up the energetic quality ie: personality.&#xD;
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In decoding your birthday you can find reflected in the guardian&#xD;
of your own birth and energies present an eternal source of&#xD;
wisdom shared by the most advanced mathematical and astronomical&#xD;
peoples of all Time.. The Maya...  &#xD;
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hit me up with your b day info and what you would like to trade for &#xD;
the service by which i will tune into your time guardian energies and&#xD;
provide you with a neutral resonant reflection based on the ancient&#xD;
maya time science..  In Harmony&#xD;
Tuvasana Soma&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 19:30:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>freedom</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/602e4922-4c9a-4893-aa9e-0fa6c05dd0a2</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;what is it that makes us think we could not be free?&#xD;
what is it that shakes these limbs of ours freeing us from freedom..&#xD;
this world is such a blessing.  such a gift.. oh the persona- jungian term&#xD;
for MASK- which people play... fanciful flutterby butterfly jargon..  what is&#xD;
it really.. what are we really doing...  i hope someone knows.. i hope someone&#xD;
really gets it.. sometime...  because our Earth, ecosystem, two legged, four legged&#xD;
winged friends, creatures and biological life which have taken millions of years to &#xD;
evolve to their current state are DYING.. yeah ... gone.. maybe to another dimension&#xD;
maybe to another planet.. maybe their just still here and we are to damned dense&#xD;
to get it...  maybe its all still here, ALL of it.. maybe Avalon never went ANYWHERE.&#xD;
maybe WE got DENSE&gt;.... time to lighten up kin, friends, family.. time to cut the bullshit&#xD;
and be free already.. we have externalized our peace and freedom into words and&#xD;
music, and art, and dance, and EXTERNAL EXPRESSION... time to bring it IN, so &#xD;
we can share it with the depths of our souls and LOVE.... and EACH OTHER&gt;...&#xD;
NO MORE JUDGEMENTS, NO MORE PETY BULLSHIT PREVENTING HEART&#xD;
LOVE CONNECTIONS WITH ANY PART OF CREATION&gt;.... &#xD;
in the words of the great "Lebowski" THIS AGGRESSION WILL NOT STAND&gt;..&#xD;
does your mask of love meet your real LOVE?&#xD;
Does your highest intention and ideals match your path and actions?&#xD;
Does your daily life reflect your idea of what HEAVEN would be like?&#xD;
If NOT.... time to snap out of it... time to wake up... cause time ain't time&#xD;
unless you give it MIND...  if you mind it, it WILL matter, if you don't it DOESN'T&#xD;
so many games....  life is not a game... it is forever...  what you do now.  is your&#xD;
first step into forever!!  allways and until... nothing more nothing less...  &#xD;
listen to bill hicks, listen to carl jung, listen to the trees, just quiet and LISTEN..&#xD;
and then you WILL kNOW....  so Know... and it will be SO...  JUST LET GO...&#xD;
I see the most beautiful of masked angels, smile turn their head and roll&#xD;
their eyes and snoot their noses at their own brother and sister... shed the mask folks..&#xD;
... THIS AGGRESSION WILL NOT STAND MAN...&#xD;
The dark forces are dissolving rapidly.. they are no longer in a position of power&#xD;
to manipulate as they have through the past few thousand years, in Earth's DARK AGE&#xD;
it is now the GOLDEN AGE&gt;.;. HAS BEEN SINCE 1987... SO .....  listen to PRINCE"S SONG "7"&#xD;
LISTEN TO THE BEATLES....  &#xD;
Bring it to your solar plexus... raise it to your heart.... then purifire your mind's eye&#xD;
with the TRUTH... and then you will kNOW.. so Know.. and it will be SO  JUST LET IT GO..&#xD;
the bs,.. the media,, the TV,,, the NEWS,, CNN,,, TIME LIFE PEOPLE&amp;lt; GLOSSY MAGAZINES&gt;MASKS&gt;...&#xD;
NOT TRUTH.. truth is eternal.. forever ALLWAYS.. if you don't mind it it does NOT MATTER&gt;&gt;&#xD;
IF YOU do Mind it then it DOES&gt;.... be a DOVE...  LOVE....  Evil DOES NOT EXIST,, ONLY IN&#xD;
THE THOUGHS OF THE BEHOLDER&gt;... EVIL IS LIVE backwards... dichotomy..  nothing&#xD;
is WRONG.. NOthing is RIGHT...  it just IS....  Know IT as TRUTH.. and LET IT GO&gt;.&#xD;
From your root to your crown.. all the technology you will ever need to KNOW... and LIVE&#xD;
External technology is a gift from ourselves to remind us of what our INNEr potential is..&#xD;
the rapid materialized reality is US.. holographiclly laid out to REMIND us to REMEMBER&gt;&#xD;
the only thing that brings struggle and conflict is ATTATCHMENT....  so AGAIN  LET GO...&#xD;
LET IT FLOW... HIgh is Low and LOW is HIGH,.,, it only MATTERS if you attatch it to your MIND&gt;.,,&#xD;
RIGHT is WRONG and WRONG is RIGHT.. it only matters if you want to FIGHT....&#xD;
so...  do you KNOW&gt;?     this world is so Kyonisqatsi"LifeoutofBALANCE." that it is almost&#xD;
uderly neccesary for the craziest densist. most outragous things to happen, perceptively..&#xD;
so let it be.... find ways to allow it to be without hurting anyone.. play it out... talk about the &#xD;
fear and crap in positive heart centered circles to dissolve it into the LIGHT of TRUTH of&#xD;
CONSCIOUS awareness and NOT DENIAL.... and it will be ok...    a man leaving his family&#xD;
and grown kids, and job he has been a slave at for 20 years... is not a failur  he is FREE...&#xD;
and WHO are WE to JUDGE THIS???  &#xD;
Send prayers to GEORGE BUSH,,... He has THE MOST difficult job on the planet right now.&#xD;
possibly to catalyze the greatest and most posive change ever to take place in the entire&#xD;
existance of HUmanity... who knows he may have a paradise waiting for him after he&#xD;
is gone for the "role" he played with the "mask" he wore... i hope he does,, i hope we &#xD;
all do/... i believe we do.. Ultimately...  we all get heaven.. we all, only, can create hell-  HELLE was a NORSE GODDESS..  BAH&#xD;
FIND something BAD and imagine its opposite....=-there is LIVE. out of EVIL...&#xD;
ALL things are sacred//...  even fear,  NO GOD is the only GOD...  NO LIFE is the only LIFE...&#xD;
NO thing is only it/... with out something else to behold it....  no mistake is worthless unless you don't believe in CHANGE&#xD;
and GROWTH and UNDERSTANDING and COMPASSION and LOVE...&#xD;
Some of our roots are in the stars,some are deep in the earth.. not wrong not right.. just IS.. &#xD;
some of our skin is black, white, red, yellow, not wrong, not right just is...&#xD;
some crazy fucking people have controlled 99 percent of the worlds wealth for a really damn&#xD;
long time.... not wrong, not right just IS....  the fact that that number is going UP... beyond 99 &#xD;
could mean?? what.. is above,.  99%   100=1  = ONE ness love light unity...  its all part&#xD;
 of a ladder that leads to kNOW... so fuck it... REVOLUTION WILL NOT DO ANYTHING&#xD;
it only goes in circles.. tarantula medicine... we need to (R)EVOLVE with a spiral and &#xD;
rise UP.... circles are circles and they cool, yeah..  you ever spin in circles for long&#xD;
periods of time... try it.... not on anything close to an edge of something high of the ground&#xD;
but on flat preffered grassy ground... and see what happenss... then let me know if REVOLVING &#xD;
is more effective than (R)EVOLVING  the Evolve in the Revolve is the spiral...  the R is for RE&#xD;
like we already WERE and FORGOT.. or somthin... watch waking LIFE.. richard linklater...&#xD;
go to the ocean.... kiss the ground... more than once.... one time for everyone you love...&#xD;
if you live in america...  bless you and the oh so sacred land you live on... pray on it damn it..&#xD;
and listen to the elders.... go to hopiland and ask how you can HELP....  and then go to your&#xD;
local park,,, and ask how you can help...  then maybe on the most shitty street in your neighborhood &#xD;
plant a flower.. spray paint a shitty fire hydrant... or toilet... its time to turn the IRON into GOLD..&#xD;
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AHO~*~Mitakweya Oyasin&#xD;
Tuvasana Raja Soma&#xD;
Galactic Ambassador&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 10:33:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-12-04T10:33:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Am ready</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/3df02703-42ee-410f-ab3f-d0e7e2945798</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;I am ready for all that is true&#xD;
all that is light all that is pure&#xD;
and all filled with site all that &#xD;
is past and all that will be all&#xD;
in the moment is for allways free&#xD;
all the divine which winds within&#xD;
time and all beyond which cannot&#xD;
be mine all that is lost and all that&#xD;
is found all that is above and below &#xD;
the ground all that you are and all that&#xD;
i am all that is love between woman&#xD;
and man all health within pain all light&#xD;
within dark all elements earth air water&#xD;
and spark of the fire to ignite this truth&#xD;
within site within the two legged four&#xD;
legged and all those who shall take&#xD;
flight for the night be known as light to&#xD;
be sown to the tops of the tallest of stone&#xD;
where the condor and eagle have flown&#xD;
where war becomes peace and all closed&#xD;
be released i am ready i am ready i am ready&#xD;
to be free i am ready to serve to assist in this&#xD;
change to heal mother earth and my self of all pain&#xD;
the wrongs and the rights to be one in divine&#xD;
i ask for forgiveness for misled action and &#xD;
become compassion in a positive direction&#xD;
for all  pain i forgive &#xD;
and for death now shall live &#xD;
all words become pure all actions&#xD;
to cure all thoughts now reside in the heart &#xD;
and the mind of the ONE with us ALL&#xD;
I trust all that is and all in all I give thanks&#xD;
to all of you all beyond all ranks &#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 17:57:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-11-21T17:57:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>blessings of balance and grace to those in s cal</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/553a835e-af00-445a-95d9-75016a3e3a09</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;sending prayers and thoughts for anyone who&#xD;
is in the path of the fires in southern california.&#xD;
may any loss be found as a gift, may any fear&#xD;
be found as a path to grace.  To all our human&#xD;
family as well as the nature spirits and all&#xD;
whom are redirected through the purging.&#xD;
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may the balance of all that is and will be&#xD;
grace your lifes in unknown blessings and&#xD;
Peace.&#xD;
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May struggle be a path to sweet surrender.&#xD;
May the children and family's find home in&#xD;
the heart.  &#xD;
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I truly pray and feel for your greatest good.&#xD;
In the name and wisdom of spirit may&#xD;
grace be present through compassion.&#xD;
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Aloha&#xD;
Tuvasana&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:17:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-10-23T22:17:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>link fixed! "Tribal Sociey" screenplay read through and more!!   friends only</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/tribalsociety/blog/75671bd0-3dc3-4e84-8fdf-bebd15e1ef39</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;link fixed! "Tribal Sociey" screenplay read through and more!!   friends only    &#xD;
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hey tribe, &#xD;
if you do not know, i have been working on a screenplay for a feature length film for &#xD;
a while.. I would like to invite anyone who is interested to join me in the production &#xD;
of this film... It is quite possible that i will be producing this film independantly..... &#xD;
thus i would like to invite la kin to join me in whatever area of specialty that may &#xD;
be applicable.... &#xD;
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immediately i would like to facilitate gatherings where we will pic a character &#xD;
and read through the story. I feel that this will support the project greatly in &#xD;
that it will create great feedback and real world reflections into the process &#xD;
of creating the film. &#xD;
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You will all receive credits in the movie and promotions as applicable. &#xD;
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so &#xD;
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lets create a creative potluck in that name of the age old &#xD;
wisdoms teachings of storytelling using the template &#xD;
of the screenplay. "Tribal Society" &#xD;
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link to screenplay \ &#xD;
solomonislands.tribe.net/templ...ail.vm&#xD;
(screenplay is registered with the Writer's Guild of America/West" thieves beAware... &#xD;
the last thing you want is a faery on your tail! hehe &#xD;
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pick a character, let me know who you bein and... once there are enough people interested we will organize a time &#xD;
where we can come together in Colorado... it will be loads of fun...! &#xD;
&#xD;
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All applications of production will eventually be needed as &#xD;
we coproduce and create a breakthrough production..... &#xD;
complete partnership and co ownership of all rights &#xD;
throughout the prouction will be governed by commited &#xD;
and creative involvement.... &#xD;
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for more info send a smoke signal and we be flowin.,.. &#xD;
please forward this and screenplay to anyone who&#xD;
you know may be interested...  thanks&#xD;
&#xD;
Aloha, &#xD;
Tuvasana &#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 17:54:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Tribal Society screenplay for fun...  friends only</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;Tribal Society &#xD;
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EXT.. DESERT SUNRISE &#xD;
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The yellow glow of the burning sun rises over a sparse desert landscape. The wind blows particles of sand across the serene and lifeless terrain. &#xD;
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The Ibis-headed Egyptian deity, Thoth, &#xD;
walks slowly through a desolate desert. &#xD;
His steps are very soft, almost as if &#xD;
floating. Gusts of wind send swarms &#xD;
of sand in a twisting dance &#xD;
through the air. The constellation of &#xD;
Orion twinkles overhead. &#xD;
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MUSIC VIDEO TRANSITION &#xD;
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A white crystalline pyramid slowly &#xD;
materializes in the near distance &#xD;
before Thoth. He slowly enters the &#xD;
temple as he walks toward the center &#xD;
of the pyramid he stops, and raises his &#xD;
arms as if preparing to take flight. &#xD;
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Pan Up &#xD;
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We see the interior of the pinnacle of &#xD;
the pyramid. The flower of Life &#xD;
symbol twinkles and surrounds Thoth &#xD;
in Golden Light. &#xD;
Pan Down &#xD;
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The floor vanishes into a whirling &#xD;
portal of color as the top of the pyramid &#xD;
bursts into a matrix of rainbow light while &#xD;
circulating the period table of elements. &#xD;
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Thoth, now levitating over the portal, morphs &#xD;
into Angelic beings Kukulkan, Jesus, &#xD;
White Buffalo Woman, Buddha and finally &#xD;
Hanuman, who reflects a self realized form &#xD;
by looking at himself, and the world around him. &#xD;
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Hanuman falls through the spiraling rings that make &#xD;
up the portal, Violet to Red, 13 tones sound off &#xD;
in descending order to the threshold of each color. &#xD;
Darkness envelopes the scene as a low haunting &#xD;
rumble echoes through the vast emptiness. &#xD;
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INT; A SMALL COTTAGE IN THE WOODS. &#xD;
QUIET, EARLY MOONLIT MORNING &#xD;
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NUNCIO’s eyes open abruptly as he lies in &#xD;
Bed. The objects in the room are transparent, &#xD;
and gradually become more dense. His soft &#xD;
and gentle face reflects the moonlight and &#xD;
dawning sun which shines through his bedroom &#xD;
window. The content expression on his face reflects &#xD;
his internal dialogue regarding the dream &#xD;
he seemingly just returned from. He &#xD;
scratches his head and stretches his limbs, &#xD;
while beneath him on the floor an elf effortlessly &#xD;
drags an ink pen under a pile of books. &#xD;
Nuncio glances over to his 13 moon &#xD;
Calendar on the wall, the day sign Imix tone &#xD;
1 radiates boldly to his awareness. Next &#xD;
to the 13 moon calendar is a gregorian &#xD;
calendar with the date Dec. 14, 2012 &#xD;
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NARRATION &#xD;
(angelic voice) &#xD;
A new day dawns. The nature of time &#xD;
and the time of nature await balance. &#xD;
Which lens do you choose to view life &#xD;
through today? &#xD;
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Sitting up he shifts his focus &#xD;
out his window. The rising of the sun &#xD;
allows blooming color, and twinkling ethereal &#xD;
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Orion and Sirius shimmer with his focus. &#xD;
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ZOOM INTO ORION’S BELT. &#xD;
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EXT: CAMERA AT GRASS LEVEL. FACING &#xD;
NORTH IN A VALLEY. &#xD;
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An open grove twinkles with dewdrops. &#xD;
There is a path that leads to &#xD;
CAPADONIA, an ancient forest to the &#xD;
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There is a period of early morning &#xD;
nature activity as the tree tops begin to appear &#xD;
as energetic materialization portals where &#xD;
birds and animals transmute from organic &#xD;
cellular matter, leaping and flying onto the &#xD;
ground below. A Morpho Pleiades butterfly &#xD;
hovers towards the grasses. &#xD;
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A leaf holds a pool of water, and &#xD;
dangles over the trail. The Morpho lands &#xD;
on the leaf and dematerializes into a &#xD;
spherical light orb. &#xD;
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Tribal Society logo appears in the pool &#xD;
of water. &#xD;
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An animated white cat, LUNA, playfully &#xD;
walks up a path towards the East. &#xD;
From the forest, a glowing &#xD;
translucent bluish/green orb floats in &#xD;
the breeze toward her. As the orb &#xD;
approaches, the glow becomes less bright &#xD;
to reveal an elegant blue/green faery. &#xD;
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PSYCLA flies to the credit sequence leaf &#xD;
and perches curiously, points at the &#xD;
water, and swirls a drink into her &#xD;
mouth. Appearing as a scout she glances &#xD;
down the path curiously observing Luna. &#xD;
Psycla darts upward and swoops &#xD;
fluidly in Luna's direction catching her &#xD;
attention. They frolic and tease one &#xD;
another up the path towards Capadonia. &#xD;
They reach the edge of the forest and &#xD;
gaze into the depths of the trees, &#xD;
Luna appears intimidated by the dark &#xD;
silence and mystery that sits before her. &#xD;
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Psycla darts into the misty depths of &#xD;
the trees, her green/blue aura leaves a &#xD;
trail of pixielite. Luna appears &#xD;
frustrated, and curiously follows Psycla &#xD;
into this unknown world. &#xD;
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INT: Arjani’s apartment San Fransisco. &#xD;
(Arjani’s is color blind and sees the world &#xD;
through the eyes of a black and white camera.) &#xD;
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Arjani sits enthralled in a meditative &#xD;
guitar jam. The clock next to him &#xD;
reads 7:17 A.M. His telephone begins &#xD;
to ring. After the third ring he stops &#xD;
playing guitar his eyes open as a tear &#xD;
falls down his face. He picks up the phone &#xD;
and presses rewind on his recorder. &#xD;
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Hello.? &#xD;
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Otherline &#xD;
Hello, Arjani? Arjani Pieceman? &#xD;
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Arjani &#xD;
Yes. Hello. &#xD;
&#xD;
Otherline &#xD;
This is Dr. Harris at Samaritan &#xD;
Life Center. I am sorry, your &#xD;
parents passed away this morning &#xD;
while on life support. Their hearts &#xD;
both stopped at 7:11 A.M. &#xD;
Arjani hangs up the phone with &#xD;
a look of loss and acceptance. &#xD;
he pushes play on his recorder &#xD;
and listens to his parent’s eulogy. &#xD;
he glances at the television which &#xD;
plays an infomercial from the Monroe &#xD;
Institute on out of body experiences. &#xD;
&#xD;
Cut To: &#xD;
&#xD;
INT: .Front porch , Nuncio’s cottage. Surreal visualized meditation. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits in lotus prayer pose &#xD;
Facing the sun as it shines a &#xD;
Golden light on his still face. &#xD;
He breathes in slowly and soft. &#xD;
&#xD;
Cut To: &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits in a nest of clouds facing the &#xD;
Center of a galaxy. To the right of &#xD;
The galaxy there is a shining whirl &#xD;
Of light. To the left is a dark vacuum &#xD;
Of emptiness. &#xD;
&#xD;
Zoom into Light: &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; FOREST OF CAPADONIA /DARK WET AND MISTY, MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
Vibrant color patterns weave in and out &#xD;
of each other through the interconnectedness &#xD;
and energy of the trees. Crystals purge &#xD;
and breathe in and out of the forest floor. &#xD;
Roots of the trees become serpents hissing &#xD;
and attempting to tangle up Luna as she &#xD;
slowly walks among the colossal trees. &#xD;
&#xD;
She soon approaches an opening in the trees, &#xD;
and simultaneously falls through deceiving &#xD;
ground into murky, muddy water. She leaps out &#xD;
of the water, onto a very large, old tree stump. &#xD;
Shivering and tired, she slowly closes her eyes. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
High in the trees various colored &#xD;
orbs float mysteriously. A &#xD;
bluish/green orb floats down to the &#xD;
tree stump where Luna rests. The orb &#xD;
and colors once again morph into &#xD;
Psycla. She hovers there communing with &#xD;
the energy of the stump. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna leaps off of the stump &#xD;
&#xD;
13 tones ring out in ascending order. &#xD;
A rainbow energy swirls, and surrounds &#xD;
the base of the tree. The roots reach &#xD;
deep into the Earth, as the tree trunk begins to &#xD;
stretch and regenerate its branches and leaves, &#xD;
breathing in, it sucks in all the darkness of the &#xD;
forest into it’s deep center and exhales brilliant &#xD;
Light and life into what was the darkness &#xD;
Two old eyes appear in the base of the tree &#xD;
and wink at Psycla. &#xD;
&#xD;
The eyes disappear and are replaced &#xD;
by a door that slowly opens. Psycla &#xD;
zips into the door that now bears the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Ik, &#xD;
&#xD;
NARRATION &#xD;
(angelic voice) &#xD;
The breath of life to guide the sight &#xD;
within the flight of life. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna smiles as a large gust of wind &#xD;
flows through the forest and into the &#xD;
door as it seals shut and vanishes. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
Luna jumps back then sits, &#xD;
resting on the stump. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO LUNA'S &#xD;
3RD EYE &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna P.O.V, Animated, Tree of Harmony &#xD;
Stands. (The faerie tribe consists of yellow &#xD;
gnomes, blue pixies, white elves, &#xD;
red mermaids, and green plant spirits. All &#xD;
with brilliant luminance, except for when &#xD;
Arjani observes them.) &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
There are noises and movements in the &#xD;
grasses. Slowly, faery folk come out &#xD;
of hiding and reveal themselves to &#xD;
Luna. They are knitting, singing, and &#xD;
dancing. &#xD;
&#xD;
A few of them approach Luna. Most &#xD;
play in the background. An elf leaps &#xD;
on her tail, frustrated, she whips him &#xD;
into a bush, as a parachute shoots open &#xD;
from his backpack. &#xD;
&#xD;
A very light and elder gnome approaches &#xD;
Luna. He wears clothes made of finely &#xD;
woven earthen material, and jewelry of &#xD;
fine stones. &#xD;
&#xD;
A subtle energy begins to whirl around &#xD;
the Gnomy’s 3rd eye &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
Good day Luna, I am Gnomy. &#xD;
One of the Keepers of Capadonia. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla hovers behind Gnomy. &#xD;
&#xD;
This one is Psycla. &#xD;
&#xD;
Emitting a water stream, Psycla flies over and &#xD;
around Luna, cleaning her of the mud. Luna, &#xD;
Purrs and squints resentfully. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
Your arriving here is not of &#xD;
coincidence. We have &#xD;
been foretold of this day &#xD;
For it is a day of growth, and &#xD;
Renewal. Luna, 500 &#xD;
years ago a medicine &#xD;
man fell asleep in &#xD;
this precise location. ! &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
EXT. CAPADONIA, 500 YEARS EARLIER , MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
Shaman awakes beneath the Tree of &#xD;
Harmony. Gnomy stands before him. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY &#xD;
Good morning my son. &#xD;
The Forest Guardians ask for &#xD;
your service. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO: &#xD;
Shaman alone sits beneath the Tree of Harmony &#xD;
creating the Guide to Forgotten Harmony. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
You are to create a sacred &#xD;
manuscript that will &#xD;
outline seven truths &#xD;
in which your people &#xD;
have learned to live &#xD;
in harmony themselves &#xD;
the Earth and the Sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
Your tribe is about to enter &#xD;
a cycle of great darkness where &#xD;
they will not be capable &#xD;
of retaining this sacred &#xD;
wisdom until the end of &#xD;
the darkness and the time of the &#xD;
Shift of Ages into the Golden Age. &#xD;
The warriors of the &#xD;
tribe shall protect this book &#xD;
until it’s teachings are summoned &#xD;
to come forth again. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Shaman approaches his tribal &#xD;
Council, carrying the Guide to Forgotten &#xD;
Harmony. The Elder of the tribe walks &#xD;
forward and opens his hands to receive &#xD;
the book. A group of warriors then walk &#xD;
forward and receive the book from the &#xD;
Elder, and bow. Shaman motions &#xD;
prayer hands toward the Warriors. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla flies down from the canopy and &#xD;
hands Shaman an amulet in a satchel. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
One of the spirits &#xD;
guiding this journey &#xD;
will bring forth to &#xD;
you a very special amulet. &#xD;
You are to grant the amulet &#xD;
to the Elder of the &#xD;
tribe. He will pass &#xD;
this down through the &#xD;
generations of Elders. &#xD;
To be given to a child &#xD;
that will be born when &#xD;
the Moon is full and &#xD;
the days are short. &#xD;
This child will bear great &#xD;
love and understanding. &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder of the tribe walks forward &#xD;
and receives the amulet. Shaman &#xD;
bows and dematerializes &#xD;
before the tribe. He spirals upward &#xD;
into the twilight sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO MOON &#xD;
&#xD;
The moon vibrates its essence, twinkles &#xD;
and morphs into a cat's eye. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM OUT &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy speaks to Luna. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY &#xD;
Luna, the medicine man &#xD;
has awakened and has &#xD;
called forth council &#xD;
to assist with remembering &#xD;
our teachings. &#xD;
He has told that it is &#xD;
time for his people to &#xD;
once again be in peace. &#xD;
If this is not accomplished &#xD;
mankind may choose &#xD;
a path of destruction. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; DOWNTOWN SAN FRANSISCO, MIDDAY. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio walks with hesitance through downtown &#xD;
San Francisco which is overlapped with settings &#xD;
of a3rd world civilization. He unsuccessfully attempts &#xD;
to interact and communicate with this world. &#xD;
He observes an indigenous woman on the side &#xD;
of the road, holding a sign saying “Promised Land.” &#xD;
A construction site around a contemporary &#xD;
Office building shows bulldozers, hard hat &#xD;
Crews and scaffolding layered with &#xD;
Puebloan Adobe structures from ancient times. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
Luna we ask that you &#xD;
journey to awaken the &#xD;
medicine man's &#xD;
infinitely Great &#xD;
grandson who has &#xD;
walked through the &#xD;
long darkness with the &#xD;
understanding of this &#xD;
Wisdom. You are &#xD;
being asked to find &#xD;
him and guide him &#xD;
here. Which you need &#xD;
only find him. Spirit &#xD;
will provide the path &#xD;
for his return. &#xD;
All is in place for &#xD;
you to arrive safely &#xD;
and unlock his memory. &#xD;
Luna, this of course &#xD;
can only be done by &#xD;
the way, of the way, of &#xD;
your own true will. &#xD;
Do you wish to help? &#xD;
&#xD;
A silent pause as if the Earth is &#xD;
standing still, waiting for Luna's &#xD;
reply. Faeries quit working, &#xD;
children are heard crying, whales &#xD;
and dolphins sing. &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy and Luna's eyes meet. Gnomy &#xD;
senses her approval and waves his hand &#xD;
over her from head to tail, amplifying &#xD;
Luna's visual energy field into a &#xD;
vibrant violet radiance. This stays &#xD;
with Luna throughout the journey. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla zips by in between their gazes. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: TREE OF HARMONY; CAPADONIA: THE &#xD;
SUN REFLECTS ITS BRILLIANT LIGHT &#xD;
THROUGH THE TREES. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna awakes, gazing at the Tree of Harmony. She gradually makes her way &#xD;
out of Capadonia onto the path that lead her there. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT: A SMALL COFFEE SHOP, MIDDAY &#xD;
Nuncio and his friend ARJANI play “Time &#xD;
Spent Wondering.” Arjani is wearing very &#xD;
ragged clothes and unexpressive. &#xD;
&#xD;
Few people are in attendance and seem to be very focused on what they are &#xD;
doing, not the music. One person is particularly engaged with Nuncio as he &#xD;
sings and plays a hand drum, Arjani plays an acoustic guitar. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
singing &#xD;
Receiving wisdom from a starving &#xD;
nation thought to provide chaos &#xD;
and disorder. While we strive &#xD;
on the edge of this border &#xD;
of a reality not set in stone. &#xD;
pause &#xD;
&#xD;
Standing alone in eternal knowing that this has got to be the only way. &#xD;
It’s time spent wondering, time spent wandering, time spent &#xD;
Wondering, Why? &#xD;
&#xD;
They stop playing, as the engaged clap, Nuncio smirks and shrugs. &#xD;
Arjani sets his guitar down, smirks sarcastically and walks &#xD;
over to the lounge. Nuncio follows wrapping up his drum. &#xD;
&#xD;
There is a magazine on the table with a scull on the cover. Nuncio picks it &#xD;
up, as the skull on the cover ethereally transforms into crystal. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH FADE &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio receives a vision of the Tribal Elder with accompanying echoes of wind. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE &#xD;
RETURN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
The Wind continues for a brief moment. Nuncio sets the magazine down and closes his eyes as he drifts into a daydream. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What a lame crowd, huh &#xD;
Nunce? &#xD;
&#xD;
No response from Nuncio &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What’s up man? You &#xD;
ok? Dude! &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio slowly opens his eyes and begins to roll an American Spirit &#xD;
Cigarette. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT: THE TRUNK OF A TREE. &#xD;
&#xD;
Using a feather an elf elegantly writes glyphic symbols on a scroll. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT: COFFEE SHOP AT THE FRONT DOOR, &#xD;
MIDDAY &#xD;
&#xD;
The door of the coffee shop opens. RAD, a large dark complected man, with &#xD;
long curly dark brown hair, slowly walks through the café unnoticed. &#xD;
He walks to the coffee bar and grabs a book of matches. He &#xD;
approaches Nuncio and Arjani. &#xD;
&#xD;
Rad breaks Nuncio's daze and lights his &#xD;
cigarette. Arjani is unable to see Rad. &#xD;
&#xD;
RAD &#xD;
Speaking to Nuncio &#xD;
Have you ever looked &#xD;
in every direction at &#xD;
the same time? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
To Nuncio &#xD;
Hey man, you know &#xD;
what time is it? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio shrugs unknowingly and looks on with content curiosity &#xD;
as Arjani flips through the magazine. &#xD;
&#xD;
RAD &#xD;
You know, if you're &#xD;
looking for something &#xD;
that's what you're &#xD;
gonna get. Now, if &#xD;
you seek nothing, in &#xD;
stillness and learn to &#xD;
just sit back and flow &#xD;
with the river of &#xD;
life, you then open &#xD;
yourself up to receive &#xD;
that which is not &#xD;
sought. The way &#xD;
of Nature and Balance &#xD;
is lived, not found. &#xD;
&#xD;
Rad bows and walks away. A vibrant green auric field lingers and follows &#xD;
him. Nuncio nods with understanding. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani is irritated. &#xD;
&#xD;
CAMERA FOLLOWS RAD'S DEPARTURE, AND &#xD;
SLOWLY PANS BACK AS HE DISSOLVES. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What are you thinking!? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I am trying not to. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio observes a water faerie bathing in Arjani’s water glass, &#xD;
he begins to chuckle. Arjani gets more and more irritated, as &#xD;
he cannot see the faerie. His water glass starts to tremble and &#xD;
spills all over him and the table. He gasps unbelievingly. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO THE CHERRY OF NUNCIO'S &#xD;
CIGARETTE &#xD;
&#xD;
This begins an intense fast and fiery MetaVerse animation/music &#xD;
video sequence of cosmic proportions, lasting 2-5 minutes. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; COUNTYSIDE; TIME-LAPSED SUNSET &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna walks through giant redwoods, Mendocino, CA &#xD;
then desert, Joshua Tree, CA along a creek, Mora, NM. &#xD;
then waterfalls, Seven Falls, Maui. The Mayan day sign of Akbal &#xD;
is carved in a passing tree. The sun sets and stars &#xD;
begin to appear. &#xD;
&#xD;
MIX TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: ASPEN MOUNTAIN, ASPEN, COLORADO. &#xD;
OVERCAST SKY AT DUSK. &#xD;
&#xD;
Quiet forest ambience &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani hike up a steep valley that runs North and South, the &#xD;
trail they are on follows along side a river. Nuncio quietly and independently &#xD;
observes nature, and its simplicity. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio’s vision allows him to see the interconnectivity of the plants and &#xD;
animals. He observes the tree portals’ activity, now bringing all &#xD;
of the daytime life into their protective cover. Arjani watches him curiously, &#xD;
Attempting to see what he sees. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio walks to the edge of the trail to relieve himself. Out of his &#xD;
peripheral he glimpses a bright flash of color as it shoots through the &#xD;
trees. He shakes his head and catches up to Arjani, who is pealing bark from &#xD;
a tree. Nuncio nudges him as they continue. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT. DARK FOREST, DAWN. SPOOKEY AMBIENCE. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna walks from a well lit path into a dark part of the forest. She &#xD;
is being watched by forest people that occasionally reveal themselves by &#xD;
dashing between trees and bushes. She becomes frigid and attempts to discern which way to leave. Behind her a vicious snake slithers toward her from beneath the brush. A hawk flies from the canopy and snatches it up as she continues on her way. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO: &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: Morning the temple in Capadonia. &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder walks into the temple where ALPHA guards the Guide &#xD;
to Forgotten Harmony which sits on the altar. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: MORNING , NEAR CAPADONIA &#xD;
&#xD;
A construction team exists their vehicles and begin to survey the land. &#xD;
&#xD;
Foreman &#xD;
Looks like the plans are off &#xD;
A bit. Its says that we are looking &#xD;
At a 10 mile plot of land to excavate. &#xD;
I understand there is Indian land &#xD;
Over that direction. &#xD;
&#xD;
He points towards Capadonia &#xD;
&#xD;
I have learned what disrupting &#xD;
the Native people’s land can do. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
Gnomy observes the conversation &#xD;
From under a nearby bush. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN RETURN &#xD;
Contractor &#xD;
Well, Mr. Johnson has very &#xD;
strict guidelines for how he &#xD;
sees the development here. &#xD;
I guess we are going to have &#xD;
to negotiate with the Tribe. &#xD;
&#xD;
He dominantly shoves an iron stake into the ground as a large gust of wind flows &#xD;
from the forest and knocks him into the stake as he trips over it. &#xD;
&#xD;
Foreman &#xD;
I don’t believe you understand &#xD;
what you are dealing with. &#xD;
The very fabric of creation &#xD;
is said to be held in balance &#xD;
with these people. &#xD;
&#xD;
Contractor &#xD;
Gathering himself from his fall. He brushes himself off. &#xD;
&#xD;
Well we are going to have to &#xD;
show them who really &#xD;
runs this land, now aren’t we? &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy shakes his head with disbelief. He bows and &#xD;
Dematerializes. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
EXT, FOREST: DAWN. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani hike near a mound of rocks. Nuncio glances a faery orb &#xD;
floating over a cliff, he begins to follow it. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Where are you going &#xD;
man? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Come on. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
To himself, sitting down. &#xD;
I'll be right here. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio follows the orb. As he gains a closer view of it, it turns into &#xD;
a bird and hovers to the ground before him and sings a beautiful melody. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: LUNA'S FOREST JOURNEY. DAWN &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna approaches a medium-sized cave, and cautiously makes her way inside. &#xD;
On the upper part of the cave we can faintly see the Flower of Life symbol &#xD;
glistening moonlit energy. Luna makes her way into the depths of the cave, &#xD;
her glow allows just enough light for her to see a bedded area made of &#xD;
feathers. She nestles into the resting space, as the birdsong melody sings &#xD;
her to sleep. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
INT: LUNA'S CAVE ANIMATED, DREAMTIME &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna awakes to Gnomy standing before &#xD;
her. She stretches and purrs. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
Hello my dear friend. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla flies in from the background, &#xD;
and ties the elven scroll around Luna's neck &#xD;
It twinkles. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
This will provide &#xD;
understanding to the &#xD;
wanderers you seek. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna paws at the scroll. &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
How is your hunger? &#xD;
&#xD;
Bowls of berries and water appear. The &#xD;
three of them close their eyes &#xD;
thankfully. Gnomy and Psycla eat &#xD;
conveniently with their telekinetic &#xD;
ability. As Luna paws the food, Gnomy &#xD;
points and sends the food upward to her &#xD;
mouth. &#xD;
&#xD;
A melody slowly fades in. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: BIRDS EYE VIEW; NUNCIO AND &#xD;
ARJANI'S CAMPSITE MOONLIT NIGHT &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN DOWN FROM &#xD;
TREETOPS &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani sits near a fire playing an &#xD;
eclectic guitar piece. Nuncio is &#xD;
curled up inside of a sleeping &#xD;
bag sound asleep. The Mayan &#xD;
day sign of Kan floats within &#xD;
the fire. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM TO NUNCIO'S THIRD EYE &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: NUNCIO AND ARJANI'S CAMPSITE, A &#xD;
MOONLIT NIGHT &#xD;
&#xD;
Animated &#xD;
&#xD;
All are sleeping. Slow zoom to Nuncio. &#xD;
His eyes slowly open, and his body &#xD;
begins to morph into a large Jaguar. &#xD;
&#xD;
pause &#xD;
&#xD;
He dashes with astonishing speed into &#xD;
the darkness of the forest. Trees and &#xD;
bushes are gracefully avoided. &#xD;
haunting banshee screams, and &#xD;
translucent apparitions fly through the &#xD;
sequence. Suddenly Nuncio collides &#xD;
with a Mayan God of the Underworld, &#xD;
who wears a conch shell on his back and &#xD;
smokes a tobacco pipe. There is a slow &#xD;
motion depiction of the collision as &#xD;
the Mayan is thrown into his shell, and &#xD;
sails through the forest knocking down &#xD;
everything in his path. Nuncio is &#xD;
rolled multiple times. All is silent &#xD;
except for the wind rushing and forest &#xD;
debris whirling around the two figures &#xD;
as they gradually stand up. They walk &#xD;
toward one another as if about to &#xD;
engage in a skirmish. The two begin to &#xD;
dance magnetically, gazing deeply into &#xD;
each other. A shimmering sparkle &#xD;
bursts from the magnetic energy that is &#xD;
present and turns darkness to light. &#xD;
&#xD;
A splendid array of illuminated grid &#xD;
lines burst in infinite directions. (Alex Grey) &#xD;
Their bodies dissolve into two balls of &#xD;
light and proceed to travel down the &#xD;
lines of flux. A corridor of helix &#xD;
shaped beams supports their spiraling &#xD;
motion. &#xD;
&#xD;
DISSOLVE &#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: THE FRONT OF THE CAVE WHERE LUNA &#xD;
PREVIOUSLY FELL ASLEEP. IT'S MORNING &#xD;
TIME, BRIGHT AND SUNNY. THE RISING SUN &#xD;
REFLECTS IN DEWDROPS DRIPPING FROM &#xD;
FOLIAGE. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna slowly walks out of the mouth of &#xD;
the cave, with scroll attached. She &#xD;
continues her journey along a small &#xD;
river that flowing near the cave. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO RIVER &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
A yellow leaf surfs the small ripples of &#xD;
water, and catches Luna's eye. It emits &#xD;
a yellow glow. Psycla zips onto the leaf &#xD;
and surfs it, swift and gracefully. &#xD;
&#xD;
CAMERA FLOATS TO A BIRD'S EYE VIEW AND &#xD;
HOVERS OVER THE LEAF, FOLLOWING IT. &#xD;
&#xD;
The leaf floats downstream away from &#xD;
Luna. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN FROM THE LEAF TO THE RIVER SHORE. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM IN &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits by the river's edge washing &#xD;
himself. The leaf floats into his open &#xD;
hands. Yellow energy flows through his &#xD;
aura and in through the grasses. &#xD;
&#xD;
In the background Arjani finishes &#xD;
packing up camp. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI V.O. &#xD;
Hey, Nunce? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO: &#xD;
Yeah. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Why did you dart into &#xD;
the rocks yesterday? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Spirit. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What does spirit have &#xD;
to do with it? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Everything, actually &#xD;
Arjani. Spirit has &#xD;
everything to do with &#xD;
everything. I saw a &#xD;
faery and she wanted &#xD;
me to follow her. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Cryin' out loud man, &#xD;
are you serious. I bet &#xD;
you had an imaginary &#xD;
friend when you where &#xD;
a kid, huh? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
grinning &#xD;
Still do, a few &#xD;
actually. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
flailing his arms &#xD;
I am beginning to think &#xD;
That I am one of them. &#xD;
You up for breakfast? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Sounds good. Arjani? &#xD;
Would you try to &#xD;
accept things that you &#xD;
do no understand a &#xD;
little more? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARANI &#xD;
Sure, but my best &#xD;
friend may be going of &#xD;
the deep end, it's &#xD;
kinda freaky. I have known &#xD;
you since you left home &#xD;
ten years ago. You don’t &#xD;
talk to your family anymore, &#xD;
your mother calls me to see &#xD;
how you are doing, what’s &#xD;
goin on? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I must listen to what &#xD;
my heart says my friend &#xD;
I guess I just see things &#xD;
differently. I don’t &#xD;
understand it any more &#xD;
than you. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; CENTRAL PARK, NYC. DAYTIME. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio, as a young boy, sits playing &#xD;
With the grasses and twigs. The grass &#xD;
Begins to glow as his energy &#xD;
body merges with the grasses auric field. &#xD;
A rumbling garbage truck drives by &#xD;
In the background. The energies &#xD;
Dissolve. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
ARANI &#xD;
What ever man. &#xD;
&#xD;
They strap on their packs and &#xD;
walk down the trail that winds near &#xD;
the river. &#xD;
&#xD;
As they hike, Nuncio's perspective of &#xD;
Nature is heightened and is portrayed &#xD;
by amplified sounds such as footsteps, &#xD;
twigs snapping, trees creaking, animals &#xD;
eating, etc. The Mayan day sign of &#xD;
Chik’Chan is etched into a passing &#xD;
tree. Nuncio hears a peculiar sound &#xD;
and follow it into the trees. He drops &#xD;
to the ground on all fours and smells &#xD;
the ground. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani entertains himself by feeling &#xD;
the bark on a tree. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH CUT &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio as a Jaguar runs through the trees. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio crouches, ears perked and eyes &#xD;
alert. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani begins to peel a piece of bark &#xD;
from the tree. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
A loud Jaguar growl echoes through the &#xD;
forest. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani, startled, looks over at Nuncio &#xD;
suspiciously. Nuncio smiles and takes a &#xD;
drink of water. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: LUNA STROLLS DOWN A DUSTY COUNTRY &#xD;
ROAD, MIDDAY &#xD;
&#xD;
She approaches a very quaint little &#xD;
farmhouse. A little boy and girl are &#xD;
taking turns swinging on a tire swing &#xD;
that hangs from a tiny tree in the &#xD;
front yard. They catch a glimpse of &#xD;
Luna simultaneously, and the little &#xD;
girl points and whispers something to &#xD;
her brother. They walk towards Luna. &#xD;
&#xD;
LUNA V.O. &#xD;
I wish I could talk, &#xD;
I'm getting hungry. &#xD;
&#xD;
The little girl runs up to Luna. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna sits down &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
LITTLE GIRL &#xD;
Oh she's hungry! &#xD;
I'll be right back! &#xD;
&#xD;
LUNA V.O. &#xD;
Talking, hmmmpf. &#xD;
&#xD;
The two little kids run inside the &#xD;
house and bring out a bowl of water and &#xD;
a box of cat food. The girl sets the &#xD;
water down, and the boy pours a bit of &#xD;
the food on the ground. &#xD;
&#xD;
LITTLE BOY &#xD;
Here ya go. &#xD;
&#xD;
LITTLE GIRL &#xD;
Reaching for the scroll. &#xD;
I wonder if she's &#xD;
Lost? &#xD;
&#xD;
The girl glimpses the scroll twinkling. &#xD;
&#xD;
LITTLE BOY &#xD;
Motioning toward the scroll. &#xD;
What's that? &#xD;
&#xD;
At that moment their mother pops her &#xD;
head out of the door. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
MOTHER &#xD;
Come on in you guys, &#xD;
foods a gettin cold. &#xD;
&#xD;
KIDS &#xD;
O.K. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
MOTHER &#xD;
Leave that little cat &#xD;
alone! &#xD;
&#xD;
They bid farewell to Luna and jog &#xD;
inside. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna finishes the food that they left &#xD;
her, and continues down the road. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO THE HORIZON, &#xD;
&#xD;
DISSOLVE PAN DOWNWARD &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani reach the bottom of &#xD;
the trail, near a highway. They walk to &#xD;
the corner of the exit that leads to &#xD;
the highway, and set down their packs. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What was that noise? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I believe it was a &#xD;
mountain lion or &#xD;
something. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
I think it scared the &#xD;
shit out of me. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
You think mountain &#xD;
lions can be scary, &#xD;
lucky the tree didn't &#xD;
bite you! &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What!? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO: &#xD;
Yeah, reminds me of &#xD;
this book I read that &#xD;
talks about how nature &#xD;
communicates to those &#xD;
who are willing to &#xD;
listen &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Man, I don't know &#xD;
what your talking &#xD;
about, trees biting? &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
It's a metaphor &#xD;
brother, you were &#xD;
basically about to &#xD;
pick the skin off that &#xD;
tree. With no reason &#xD;
at all except your &#xD;
neurotic inability to &#xD;
ease your mind. You &#xD;
reap what you sow. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What are you getting &#xD;
at? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
You will someday &#xD;
allow yourself to &#xD;
see. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
See what? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
To see that nature is &#xD;
everything. And what &#xD;
we do to nature we &#xD;
ultimately do unto &#xD;
ourselves. That growl &#xD;
was just an expression &#xD;
of nature saying it &#xD;
was sad. Every moment &#xD;
is a moment to reconnect &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Whatever. &#xD;
&#xD;
A shiny black four door Lexus with &#xD;
pitch-black windows pulls up ahead of &#xD;
them on the gravel and honks. Flowing &#xD;
in and out of the hood is a subtle &#xD;
violet/blue energy. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani look at one another. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Great it’s the men in black. &#xD;
&#xD;
They grab their bags and walk toward &#xD;
the car. &#xD;
&#xD;
NARRATION V.O. &#xD;
As the story is told &#xD;
the Flower unfolds. &#xD;
&#xD;
MIX TO &#xD;
&#xD;
(MetaVerse Animation) &#xD;
Growing, pulsing, Lotus Flower &#xD;
animation &#xD;
&#xD;
The trunk of the car pops open. They &#xD;
set their bags inside of the trunk, and &#xD;
shut it at the same time. As they walk &#xD;
around to the passenger side the two &#xD;
side doors open mysteriously. Nuncio &#xD;
motions to Arjani to take the front &#xD;
seat. Arjani declines with a &#xD;
frustrated nod and gets in the back. &#xD;
Nuncio smirks and gets in the front &#xD;
seat. The doors close at the same &#xD;
time. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; THE LEXUS, MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
A woman in her mid-thirties is &#xD;
driving, she is soft spoken and kind. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani glances in between the front &#xD;
Seat observing Drew and Nuncio's &#xD;
Inter- action. We see Arjani through &#xD;
the rearview. Nuncio twirls the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Kimi that &#xD;
hangs from the rearview as a pendant. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; SHRINE; CAPADONIA &#xD;
&#xD;
The lead warrior, Alpha, goes to an &#xD;
alter where the Guide to Forgotten &#xD;
Harmony is kept. It is not there. &#xD;
He storms out of the room &#xD;
In a fit of anger. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; FOREST; CAPADONIA; DUSK &#xD;
&#xD;
Alpha approaches the Elder. &#xD;
&#xD;
ALPHA &#xD;
The book is gone… &#xD;
&#xD;
The elder looks toward the sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO: &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; BLACK LEXUS: MIDDAY. &#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Good day &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Peacefully &#xD;
Mmmmm, hmmmmm &#xD;
&#xD;
The car speeds up as Drew turns up the &#xD;
music. &#xD;
&#xD;
A book, "The Ancient Secret of the &#xD;
Flower of Life", falls from the &#xD;
dashboard onto Nuncio's lap. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Looks like it has &#xD;
found a new &#xD;
caretaker. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio skims the cover of the book, &#xD;
with a smile. Arjani looks on with &#xD;
interest. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
So where are you two &#xD;
wanderers's headed? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Leadville, for some &#xD;
breakfast. Would you &#xD;
like to join us? What &#xD;
do you mean &#xD;
caretaker? &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
No thank you I am &#xD;
heading towards Aspen &#xD;
to find someone who &#xD;
can help me find these &#xD;
crystals I am looking &#xD;
for. &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio pulls a large crystal out of his &#xD;
side pouch, and hands it to Drew. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
What's this? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
A gift &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Thank you so; perhaps &#xD;
I can use it for &#xD;
Fuel!? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Interrupting &#xD;
Actually there is an &#xD;
okay gem store next to &#xD;
the diner we are going &#xD;
to. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Seems like we’re in alignment &#xD;
here. &#xD;
&#xD;
She accelerates and cranks up the &#xD;
music. Arjani and Nuncio slide back &#xD;
into their seats, and smile. &#xD;
&#xD;
Green sirens appear in the rearview &#xD;
mirror &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Shit! &#xD;
&#xD;
She pulls over &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
An extremely chipper man gets out of &#xD;
the policing car and approaches the &#xD;
Lexus. He uses his fl$ashlight as a &#xD;
pointing device which emits a &#xD;
translucent beam. He motions to &#xD;
Drew to roll down the &#xD;
window. She complies. Arjani is in &#xD;
the back seat laughing hysterically at &#xD;
the officer's non police-like &#xD;
appearance. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
You got to be kiddin me. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
Can I help you? &#xD;
&#xD;
Officer Smiley's badge twinkles and &#xD;
shows the "Harmony Police" Emblem &#xD;
&#xD;
OFFICER SMILEY &#xD;
Officer Smiley here &#xD;
with the Harmony &#xD;
Police, Ma'am. Just &#xD;
needs you to pop the &#xD;
hood please. To &#xD;
insure you're in &#xD;
alignment here. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani looks at Nuncio puzzled. &#xD;
&#xD;
Drew pops the hood, as everyone steps &#xD;
out and gathers around the front of the &#xD;
vehicle. Officer Smiley lifts the &#xD;
hood. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
An angelic chant echoes &#xD;
&#xD;
Officer Smiley smiles even more, as &#xD;
perfect crystalline framework is shown &#xD;
operating the engine. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani appears flabbergasted, Nuncio &#xD;
nods with respect. &#xD;
&#xD;
Drew smiles confidently at officer &#xD;
Smiley. &#xD;
&#xD;
OFFICER SMILEY &#xD;
You're in good shape &#xD;
lady, here ya go! &#xD;
&#xD;
The officer hands her a check for &#xD;
$1,000, and a "Harmonic Standard of &#xD;
Excellence" certificate. He chuckles &#xD;
approvingly and walks away. &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
I guess it pays to &#xD;
think outside the box! &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Your car runs on &#xD;
crystals? &#xD;
&#xD;
DREW &#xD;
It actually runs on a &#xD;
Silicon Liquid &#xD;
compound that is &#xD;
created by the &#xD;
crystals. &#xD;
&#xD;
All three get back into the car and &#xD;
continue down the road. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani inquires internally about the &#xD;
car's "Crystal Fuel”. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI V.O. &#xD;
Did that just really &#xD;
happen? &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
What's goin on here? &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN/CLOSE-UP TO NUNCIO &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN V.O. &#xD;
Angelic &#xD;
Just let it go, the &#xD;
answers shall come. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Let it go man. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani sits with the thought for a &#xD;
moment, and breathes a sigh of relief. &#xD;
He closes his eyes. In the front seat, &#xD;
Drew sings and vibes with the music. &#xD;
She looks at Arjani through the &#xD;
rearview, and smiles. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: CAPADONIA. TEMPLE &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder sits with ALPHA the &#xD;
lead warrior of the tribe who &#xD;
sits and guards the guide to &#xD;
forgotten harmony. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER &#xD;
The nature spirits speak of &#xD;
the gear turners coming to &#xD;
our land for it’s resources. &#xD;
you may have to take the &#xD;
book and start anew while &#xD;
I stay with the rest. We &#xD;
will find you when and if &#xD;
they come. &#xD;
&#xD;
ALPHA &#xD;
The others have heard and &#xD;
there is great desire to bear &#xD;
arms. &#xD;
&#xD;
Elder stands and walks toward the door. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER &#xD;
There is no need to bear weapons &#xD;
all will unravel perfectly. If we &#xD;
are to move, we will move. The &#xD;
Earth determines this for us. We &#xD;
have never and will never fight &#xD;
our fellow man, even if he has &#xD;
gone astray. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO: &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: THE LEXUS ENTERS A SMALL MOUNTAIN &#xD;
TOWN;LATE MORNING; OVERVIEW &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM IN &#xD;
They pull into a parking spot of a worn &#xD;
down downtown. A few non-observant &#xD;
people walk the streets. One car &#xD;
accompanies them in the lonely rows of &#xD;
parking. &#xD;
&#xD;
As the three get out of the vehicle and &#xD;
acquire their belongings Drew and &#xD;
Arjani hug one another. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani expresses a lost glare &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Drew then walks over to Nuncio and &#xD;
kisses his third eye, and they hug &#xD;
passionately. An illuminated trail &#xD;
follows her kiss. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Putting the book in his pack &#xD;
Thank you, for &#xD;
everything. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
That nugget shop is &#xD;
three stores down. &#xD;
&#xD;
Drew nods devotionally, and walks away. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn sits with Gnomy before the Tree &#xD;
of Harmony. Merlyn open his right hand. &#xD;
Palm up, a blue orb materializes. Gnomy’s &#xD;
Focus intensifies. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM IN &#xD;
&#xD;
A huge internal crystalline cave structure, &#xD;
which Merlyn is frozen inside of one of the &#xD;
large stalactite ice formations. &#xD;
&#xD;
NARRATION V.O. &#xD;
The time of time is now behind &#xD;
the Divine of time is now to find. &#xD;
You are the Earth light and deep. &#xD;
You are the rivers flowing. &#xD;
You are the wind wild and free. &#xD;
You are the fire glowing. &#xD;
&#xD;
The ice that keeps Merlyn begins to melt &#xD;
rapidly. As the water flows to the ground &#xD;
it transmutes into fire, quickening the &#xD;
melting process. Merlyn’s body fuses with &#xD;
elemental color weaving in out and around &#xD;
him creating a matrix. Ghostly gusts of &#xD;
mist shoot into Merlyn’s body electrically &#xD;
jolting him into breathe and life. A loud &#xD;
OHM sounds and echoes through cave, and &#xD;
To the outside. Monkeys, jaguars, bears, wolves &#xD;
And Deer, fly dance and sing to the awakening &#xD;
and balance of the elements. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna and Gnomy welcome Merlyn. &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn &#xD;
Oh yes my children. &#xD;
It has been many ages. &#xD;
Now come, it &#xD;
is time for the people of &#xD;
this land to be in Peace. &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy bows as Luna nustles Merlyn’s &#xD;
Leg. He picks her up and pats her, smiling. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; DINER, LATE MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani and Nuncio proceed inside of the &#xD;
Diner. As they open the door, time &#xD;
seems to slow down dramatically. &#xD;
Walking through the rows of tables &#xD;
Nuncio hears people's thoughts and &#xD;
observes people’s spirit guides interacting &#xD;
With one another &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN/ZOOM/SL MO &#xD;
&#xD;
A couple in the corner of the &#xD;
restaurant sit eating, obviously &#xD;
uninterested in one another's company. &#xD;
&#xD;
FEMALE V.O. &#xD;
Can he hear my &#xD;
thoughts? &#xD;
&#xD;
MALE V.O. &#xD;
I wonder how she would &#xD;
feel if I quit my job? &#xD;
&#xD;
Both at the same time, look at one &#xD;
another. &#xD;
&#xD;
WOMAN &#xD;
I think we would be &#xD;
much happier if we &#xD;
took some space for a &#xD;
while. &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause, as they continue eating. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio observes the males energy &#xD;
body consumer his wife’s. &#xD;
&#xD;
MALE &#xD;
So are we still on &#xD;
for football tomorrow &#xD;
night? &#xD;
&#xD;
The woman sighs and nods approvingly. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
A vibrant child sits in the opposite &#xD;
corner of the restraint with his &#xD;
unattentive family, making a &#xD;
sculpture with forks. &#xD;
&#xD;
KID &#xD;
When will they start &#xD;
to understand? &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN V.O. &#xD;
You must only understand &#xD;
yourself my son. &#xD;
&#xD;
The boy smiles as the structure of forks &#xD;
tumble all over the table. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani find a two-person &#xD;
table near a window. They sit down and &#xD;
flip through the menu as a waitress &#xD;
approaches. She is raggy and very &#xD;
impolite. Nuncio sees dark nymph &#xD;
spirits clinging to her. &#xD;
&#xD;
WAITRESS &#xD;
What'll it be &#xD;
fellas? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I would like a Denver &#xD;
Omelet, and a piece of &#xD;
your fine Blueberry &#xD;
Cream Pie, as an &#xD;
appetizer. &#xD;
&#xD;
WAITRESS &#xD;
You know what happens &#xD;
when you eat your &#xD;
dessert before dinner, &#xD;
don't you? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO: &#xD;
Yeah the sugar helps &#xD;
with digestion! &#xD;
&#xD;
The waitress snarls and looks toward &#xD;
Arjani with anticipation. &#xD;
&#xD;
WAITRESS &#xD;
How 'bout you? Gotta &#xD;
sweet tooth too? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI: &#xD;
I'll take a stack of &#xD;
your flapjacks. &#xD;
&#xD;
WAITRESS &#xD;
With syrup? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Sarcastically &#xD;
No with &#xD;
mayonnaise. Yes, &#xD;
my mama lets me &#xD;
eat syrup with &#xD;
my flapjacks. &#xD;
&#xD;
WAITRESS &#xD;
Just tryin' to spark &#xD;
up some conversation. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
How about you go home &#xD;
and talk to your &#xD;
kids! &#xD;
&#xD;
Shocked, the waitress pours water and &#xD;
walks to the kitchen. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio shakes his head in disbelief. &#xD;
He smirks at Arjani, and they both take &#xD;
a sip of water. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio has a childhood flashback of his &#xD;
mother coming home, and ignoring him. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
A different waitress returns to the table &#xD;
with Nuncio’s pie and two sets of &#xD;
silverware. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio offers Arjani a bite of pie. He &#xD;
declines with a nod. Nuncio drifts off &#xD;
and indulges into the appetizer, as &#xD;
little blueberries float through the &#xD;
ethers. &#xD;
&#xD;
CROSS FADE: &#xD;
&#xD;
Seed planting, germination and fruiting &#xD;
of a blueberry bush as if happening &#xD;
simultaneously in the ethers as Nuncio &#xD;
eats. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani gets up and walks toward the &#xD;
Bathroom. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM IN: NUNCIO'S FACE/EAR &#xD;
&#xD;
He once again begins to hear a &#xD;
collection of people's conversations, &#xD;
and begins to rub the bridge of his &#xD;
nose &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio's eyes begin to twitch, and &#xD;
sounds dizzily pan from side to side. &#xD;
The waitress returns with both their &#xD;
meals. &#xD;
FLASH//CUT &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Are you O.K.? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio nods, and stretches his eyes. &#xD;
He begins to eat his omelet. A painting &#xD;
of mountainous landscape and a dusty &#xD;
country road focuses above his shoulder. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO PAINTING &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM OUT &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; LONELY COUNTRY ROAD, MIDDAY &#xD;
TIME LAPSE. &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna travels down a dusty country road. A &#xD;
sign reads "no services next 200 miles." &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT. OUTSIDE OF ARJANI'S APARTMENT &#xD;
BUILDING, MIDDAY. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani get dropped off near &#xD;
their apartment building. They begin &#xD;
to walk down the street. Nuncio is perplexed &#xD;
by the traffic. Under the road, he &#xD;
observes a water world where fish are &#xD;
being hunted by tribal spear hunters. &#xD;
Native American hitchhikers with their &#xD;
thumbs out with a sign that says &#xD;
“Land of the Free or Bust.” Nuncio &#xD;
begins to submerge into the water. Arjani &#xD;
glances back to see Nuncio about to walk &#xD;
into traffic and jostles him out of his &#xD;
daydream. Nuncio catches wind of a car &#xD;
driver’s road rage as he almost hits him. &#xD;
&#xD;
CAR DRIVER &#xD;
It’s your choice to find Peace! &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio shakes his head as if not to &#xD;
hear. They both enter the front doors &#xD;
of the apartment building. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; INSIDE A BRIGHTLY COLORED HALLWAY. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani and Nuncio approach their &#xD;
apartment door. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio unlocks and opens the door &#xD;
as they enter the room, and shed their &#xD;
travel bags, and shoes. Arjani walks into &#xD;
another room. Nuncio immediately &#xD;
grabs a hand drum from the floor, sits &#xD;
down and begins to play a very slow, tired beat. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; ARJANI'S BEDROOM. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani grabs an acoustic guitar and &#xD;
tunes it. He glances at a book beneath &#xD;
a pile of clothes on his floor. It begins &#xD;
to resonate and bounce with the beat of &#xD;
the drum, on the cover is the Maya day &#xD;
sign of Manik. He walks into the living &#xD;
room as he begins to play along. The &#xD;
two sit in musical meditation. A video &#xD;
mysteriously begins to play on the &#xD;
television, as the cloth covering it falls &#xD;
to the floor. The video has very subtle &#xD;
flowing colors. Color begins to vibrate &#xD;
off of the drum and the guitar, forming &#xD;
floating clouds of color infusions in the room. &#xD;
&#xD;
The camera angle shifts between Nuncio &#xD;
and Arjani. Arjani is unable to see the &#xD;
color. &#xD;
&#xD;
The two begin to breathe in the color, &#xD;
with nothing coming out on the exhale. &#xD;
Their bodies begin to emit vibrant &#xD;
luminance. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio views Arjani’s color infusion. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI V.O. &#xD;
What are you looking &#xD;
at? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio nods and smiles. &#xD;
&#xD;
Colorful patterns float off of the &#xD;
television screen, and join the musical &#xD;
light dance in Harmony. &#xD;
&#xD;
FAST CUT/ZOOM &#xD;
&#xD;
The door and a knock. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio stops playing the drum and &#xD;
slowly draws his attention to the door. &#xD;
&#xD;
The dancing light fades, and is still vaguely &#xD;
present through Nuncio's perspective. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sets down the drum and walks to &#xD;
the door. He glances into the eyehole. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM TO &#xD;
&#xD;
A scroll unravels, the text mutates &#xD;
into English from the ancient Celtic &#xD;
language, Boibeloth, the &#xD;
language of the Trees. Represented by &#xD;
rune-like symbols, the scroll twinkles. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Who’s that? &#xD;
&#xD;
The scroll begins to roll up. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Nobody. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio turns and walks toward the &#xD;
Kitchen. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Comon’ man, it’s impolite &#xD;
to ignore guests. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani walks to the door. He glances &#xD;
Into the eyehole, and begins to &#xD;
dematerialize. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio leaps across the room. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Wait, you don’t know &#xD;
what you’re… &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio reaches out his hand to brush &#xD;
the last bits of Arjani's vanishing &#xD;
foot. This triggers Nuncio’s &#xD;
dematerialization, he then drifts into &#xD;
an unconscious state watching himself &#xD;
dissolve. They both turn to subatomic &#xD;
matter and warp through the eyehole. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; A KALEIDOSCOPIC PORTAL, &#xD;
TIMELESSNESS. &#xD;
&#xD;
Animated METAVERSE &#xD;
&#xD;
Two beams of misty white/gold light &#xD;
shoot through a corridor of stars and &#xD;
planets. Beams of slightly smaller &#xD;
rainbow color randomly fly by. At &#xD;
the end of the corridor, in the &#xD;
distance, a mandala appears as a &#xD;
reflective pool of water. They fly &#xD;
through a holographic image of the &#xD;
Mayan day sign Lamat. The mandala &#xD;
flowingly weaves in and out of itself. &#xD;
It resonates with a sound of the &#xD;
Universal Ohm. A fiberous force field &#xD;
surrounds the surreal image. &#xD;
&#xD;
As the two beams of light approach the &#xD;
force field, they slowly shape into; &#xD;
two balls of light, then two etheric, &#xD;
translucent bodies hovering in lotus &#xD;
prayer pose. From the two reflected &#xD;
images, treelike roots begin to grow &#xD;
from their bases. The two holographic &#xD;
bodies begin to morph together. From &#xD;
their heart center, limbs and branches &#xD;
grow upward, roots sprout from the &#xD;
base of their being. They become &#xD;
The Tree of Harmony. In the base of &#xD;
the Tree, an eye appears. A blue &#xD;
light emits from the eye and envelopes &#xD;
the lotus pose bodies, and pulls them &#xD;
into a vortex.. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: CAPADONIA; EARLY MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani sit facing The Tree &#xD;
of Harmony. Luna splits the difference &#xD;
directly in front of them. Psycla &#xD;
flies gracefully down from the forest &#xD;
canopy, and hovers over Nuncio's &#xD;
shoulder. Arjani is in a trance state. &#xD;
At the base of the tree, energy springs &#xD;
upward and circles around the trunk. &#xD;
&#xD;
In ascending order, 13 tones ring out, in &#xD;
conjunction with a corresponding shape. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits in devotion as Arjani &#xD;
snaps out of a trance state, he looks &#xD;
around not having the ability to see &#xD;
the shapes, door, or Psycla. He slightly &#xD;
glimpses Luna out of the corner of his &#xD;
eyes as she dissolves with his vision. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What the hell's going &#xD;
on? &#xD;
&#xD;
A door appears in the base of the tree. &#xD;
&#xD;
It slowly opens. &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy walks slowly out of the door &#xD;
holding The Guide to Forgotten Harmony. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Who the? &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy shoots a beam of love light at &#xD;
Arjani's third eye guiding Arjani &#xD;
back into trance. Gnomy approaches the &#xD;
three visitors and gently places the &#xD;
book on the ground before them. &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
&#xD;
He is not quite ready. &#xD;
You have been brought &#xD;
here by the will of &#xD;
your true selves. What &#xD;
I lay before you is a &#xD;
mapping of your &#xD;
ancestral roots. You &#xD;
belong here, in this, &#xD;
is your home. For I &#xD;
understand it is difficult &#xD;
to move onward if we &#xD;
know not where we are &#xD;
from. This is why you &#xD;
were unable to reach us &#xD;
back in the city. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY: V.O. &#xD;
Your infinitely Great &#xD;
Grandfather has &#xD;
summoned you to help &#xD;
bring balance between &#xD;
the worlds of man and &#xD;
Nature. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
GNOMY V.O. &#xD;
The destruction that &#xD;
mankind has bestowed &#xD;
upon our Planet has &#xD;
caused families to &#xD;
lose faith in their &#xD;
hearts. You have come &#xD;
to lighten them up. &#xD;
&#xD;
He grins as Psycla spins a web of energy upward. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla and Luna have &#xD;
offered their service, and &#xD;
will journey with you. &#xD;
&#xD;
Pointing at Luna, who is snuggling into Arjani. &#xD;
&#xD;
Seems as though she is &#xD;
taking a liking to your &#xD;
Friend. He could use &#xD;
Some love. Keep the &#xD;
faith that has brought &#xD;
you hear and your love &#xD;
will set you free. &#xD;
Pause &#xD;
Your Grandfather sends &#xD;
his love. &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy bows and returns into the door. &#xD;
&#xD;
A Kundalini rush shoots through &#xD;
Nuncio's energy centers as he trembles. &#xD;
&#xD;
Gnomy disappears into the door, it &#xD;
vanishes, and the energy circling the &#xD;
tree returns to its roots. Arjani snaps &#xD;
out of his trance. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani glance at one &#xD;
another. Psycla and Luna do the same. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
I am not supposed to be &#xD;
Here. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani’s eyes roll back into his head. &#xD;
Nuncio grabs him. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
You are here! &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT, NUNCIO AND ARJANI'S APARTMENT. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani enters his bedroom as in &#xD;
previous scene, he grabs his guitar, &#xD;
sits on his bed and drifts into a &#xD;
trance. The book on the ground &#xD;
now has the Mayan day glyph &#xD;
of Muluc on the cover. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT. TREE OF HARMONY, EARLY MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani begins to dissolve. Luna walks &#xD;
up to him purring, and cuddling his &#xD;
legs. His body solidifies. He faintly &#xD;
glimpses something rubbing against &#xD;
him. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What's goin on &#xD;
Nunce? And where &#xD;
did this cat come from? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Smiling &#xD;
She’s here for you. &#xD;
We are beginning to &#xD;
remember, look. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio opens his palm face up and &#xD;
begins to create colorful shapes in his &#xD;
hand, first a sphere, then a tetrahedron &#xD;
then a square. Arjani is still unable to see &#xD;
them. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
I see nothing man? What is &#xD;
That? Pointing at the book. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio crouches to lotus and activates &#xD;
healing hands a bright light emits from &#xD;
his hands. He holds his left hand on his &#xD;
heart and puts his right hand up to &#xD;
Arjani's heart, around the back of his &#xD;
head, then around to his third eye. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
It is of great &#xD;
benefit to see with &#xD;
your heart. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani begins to see the color of the &#xD;
shapes that float around them. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; THE TRIBE, A FULL MOON LIGHTS &#xD;
THE ENTIRE LANDSCAPE. BIRDS SING AS IF &#xD;
IT IS MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder walks gently towards the &#xD;
riverside. A woman, and her midwife &#xD;
are in the process of giving birth. &#xD;
The amulet around the Elder's neck &#xD;
pulses with a glow, in unison with each &#xD;
moan of the mother. He gazes into the &#xD;
moon with anticipation. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO THE MOON &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Inside the womb of the mother. &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia waits patiently to be brought &#xD;
into this world. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
My child, you may feel &#xD;
something once you &#xD;
reach the next world. &#xD;
It may be painful, &#xD;
but I assure you that &#xD;
pain will not last. For &#xD;
I will be with you. &#xD;
Find the trees, find &#xD;
the birds. Their &#xD;
songs will set you &#xD;
free. Observe, and &#xD;
KNOW that peace you &#xD;
will bring, to the &#xD;
places where the birds &#xD;
no longer sing. This &#xD;
is your birthright. &#xD;
This is everyone's &#xD;
birthright, but you, &#xD;
remember (echo). &#xD;
Believe only in &#xD;
yourself. And the &#xD;
world around you will &#xD;
become that which you &#xD;
are, Love. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; CAPADONIA, DUSK. EVERYONE IS VERY &#xD;
OPTIMISTIC, AND VIBRANT, EXCEPT FOR &#xD;
ARJANI. &#xD;
&#xD;
The Wanderers confidently wander &#xD;
through the forest. The Mayan day &#xD;
sign of Ok is etched into a passing &#xD;
tree. Arjani begins to &#xD;
slap his skin, being bitten by &#xD;
mosquitoes. Nuncio notices, and &#xD;
genuinely offers consoling energy. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO: &#xD;
Got any repellant? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI: &#xD;
Frustrated &#xD;
Right, I'll just go to &#xD;
to the Seven Eleven. &#xD;
Do you need anything? &#xD;
Comon’ dude, we have &#xD;
no-where to sleep, no &#xD;
blankets, and no food. &#xD;
I am being eaten alive. &#xD;
And you still have not &#xD;
told me where you got &#xD;
that book. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
It was sitting at the Tree &#xD;
when we got there. It is &#xD;
a guide for someone, I &#xD;
guess us. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
A guide for what? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio extends the book to Arjani and &#xD;
shows him the calligraphy written cover. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
A guide to forgotten &#xD;
harmony. We are to &#xD;
Deliver it to a tribe, &#xD;
somewhere around &#xD;
Here. I tried reading &#xD;
it, and can’t make &#xD;
anything out. Except &#xD;
for the map. &#xD;
&#xD;
He opens the book directly to the map &#xD;
page, which scans two full pages and &#xD;
is a fictional map of Yucatan, MX with &#xD;
the cities of Uxmal, Labna, Kabah, &#xD;
Chicchen Itza, Tulum, Palenque, Tikal &#xD;
and Ek Balam. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Great. How did we &#xD;
get here? &#xD;
&#xD;
He ponders. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Insightfully &#xD;
The music, wow, a &#xD;
wacky ol’ music &#xD;
professor told me &#xD;
that I would some &#xD;
day let the music &#xD;
take me to an &#xD;
unknown world. &#xD;
Unreal. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
No, Arjani this is very &#xD;
real. Very real. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
The Moon is bright. The Wanderers &#xD;
continue to walk in silence. &#xD;
Occasionally Arjani expresses &#xD;
frustrated grunts, and moans. They &#xD;
approach a briar which impedes their &#xD;
path. Arjani expresses his &#xD;
concern of inability to move &#xD;
forward by falling to the ground. &#xD;
Psycla dashes faery dust on Nuncio's &#xD;
third eye. She flies into the briar. &#xD;
Luna follows, carefully avoiding prickles. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI: &#xD;
Where is she &#xD;
going? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio shrugs unknowingly &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI: &#xD;
Oh, she has &#xD;
protection. She has a &#xD;
nice cozy little &#xD;
crevices to crawl into &#xD;
and keep warm. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio offers a blank stare. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani walks away in a fit of &#xD;
frustration toward the top of a nearby &#xD;
ditch. As he loses his footing, he &#xD;
slides down a medium-sized hill. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio walks to where Arjani lost his &#xD;
footing and unsuccessfully attempts to &#xD;
spot where he landed. Nuncio walks a &#xD;
bit down the top of the ditch to a less &#xD;
steep area, and walks down into the &#xD;
mouth of the bowl. He walks to the &#xD;
area where Arjani would have landed, &#xD;
and spots the rubble that caused the &#xD;
slide. There is no immediate sign of &#xD;
Arjani. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN V.O. &#xD;
Follow your heart, not &#xD;
Your mind. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio straightens his posture and takes &#xD;
A deep breath glancing around the &#xD;
area, and spots apiece of Arjani's hair glowing &#xD;
beneath the grass. His third eye &#xD;
twinkles as he tunes in, and begins to &#xD;
scour the area for Arjani. He tunes &#xD;
into the faint sounds of singing and dancing, &#xD;
and the aroma of campfire. He follows his &#xD;
nose to find a thick viney wall that is covered &#xD;
in moss. The vines turn into vicious pythons &#xD;
snapping at him. He begins to get dizzy, and &#xD;
closes his eyes while fainting. The &#xD;
snakes begin to cover him and squeeze &#xD;
the life, and breath from him. &#xD;
&#xD;
A haunting silence fills the space. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio looks down upon the dirt at the &#xD;
wall. A slow surge of green hazy energy &#xD;
seaps out of the wall and connects to &#xD;
his heart chakra. The moss grabs &#xD;
onto his arm and pulls him effortlessly &#xD;
through the wall into a world full of &#xD;
lively Faery folk singing and dancing. &#xD;
An Earthy Wizard approaches Nuncio with &#xD;
a joyful smile. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
Good morning my &#xD;
child. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio has a look of wonder on his &#xD;
face. He and Merlyn begin to stroll &#xD;
through the village, which appears &#xD;
rather small. A child &#xD;
approaches Nuncio briefly. &#xD;
&#xD;
CHILD &#xD;
It's oh so good to &#xD;
see you. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio stands puzzled, and looks to &#xD;
Merlyn &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Where are we? &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN: &#xD;
We are in the realm &#xD;
where Spirit lives &#xD;
freely, where &#xD;
everything truly &#xD;
lives. Most have &#xD;
forgotten. Just close &#xD;
your eyes, turn off &#xD;
your mind. What you &#xD;
think is lost, you &#xD;
will surely find. In &#xD;
the only moment exists &#xD;
Dreamtime. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio shuts his eyes and faces the &#xD;
sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH/FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio in the womb, Merlyn guides &#xD;
the process as before. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN V.O. &#xD;
Echo &#xD;
…..Which you are, &#xD;
Love." &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Opening his eyes toward Merlyn. &#xD;
It’s been you, speaking &#xD;
to me. That voice… &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
I have always &#xD;
known that there is &#xD;
something more. You &#xD;
understand, right? &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn nods approvingly &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
More than the cities, &#xD;
and restaurants, and &#xD;
the football games. &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn takes a deep breath and smiles. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
This is how you find &#xD;
your peace. When you &#xD;
are open to all &#xD;
possibilities, life &#xD;
will bring you what &#xD;
you need. Your &#xD;
friend….. &#xD;
&#xD;
He motions to a hut in the distance. &#xD;
&#xD;
...may have a difficult &#xD;
time. You are on a &#xD;
very difficult road. &#xD;
However, if the lens &#xD;
you choose to view &#xD;
this journey is Love, &#xD;
you will reap &#xD;
bountiful harvests. &#xD;
The seven seals call &#xD;
for your renewal. &#xD;
Remind him to be &#xD;
cautious of his words! &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn places his hand on Nuncio's &#xD;
shoulder and bows. He &#xD;
willfully transforms into water. Nuncio &#xD;
watches the water make its way to a &#xD;
near-by pond and flow into it. He turns &#xD;
to view the forest celebration for a &#xD;
moment, and walks toward the hut that &#xD;
Merlyn motioned to when speaking of &#xD;
Arjani. He opens the curtain to see &#xD;
Arjani sound asleep, and an empty &#xD;
sleeping space. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio walks beside the pond and &#xD;
Watches Luna and Psycla play. &#xD;
He kneels on the bank of the pond. &#xD;
The water begins to dance playfully. &#xD;
He opens his mouth as the water &#xD;
flows into it nourishing him. &#xD;
He smiles. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT/FLASH &#xD;
TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Memory of Arjani’s temperamental &#xD;
bug bite episode. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio digs into the clay base of pond, &#xD;
while daydreaming. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Ahhhh Ha! &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn's face appears in the water. &#xD;
winks, and fades away. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; THE HUT, MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
There is a faint sound of voices &#xD;
outside of the hut. Nuncio slowly &#xD;
awakes to find Arjani no longer there. &#xD;
Objects appear transparent and slowly &#xD;
gain density. He has a vision of &#xD;
Arjani's spirit body waking as it turns &#xD;
toward him. The Mayan day sign of &#xD;
Chuen is carved into the inside wall. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI V.O. &#xD;
Thank you. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio peeks his head outside. He finds &#xD;
himself in a very surreal forest land &#xD;
that is revealing itself to him truly &#xD;
now in the light of day. Waterfalls, &#xD;
mermaids, trolls work, faeries &#xD;
knit and garden, while the gnomes &#xD;
teach. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio steps out of the hut as Psycla &#xD;
flies toward him and whizzes around his &#xD;
head. &#xD;
&#xD;
PSYCLA V.O. &#xD;
Subtitle: Good morning &#xD;
Zalla kum naya tai. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Good Morning. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla motions for Nuncio to follow &#xD;
her. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
They journey toward a tree, where a &#xD;
Fiber Adobe tree house sits in the &#xD;
branches. Nuncio ascends the stairs to &#xD;
find Arjani and Luna eating breakfast &#xD;
on the patio. Psycla sits on strawberries &#xD;
picking at them and throwing pieces &#xD;
at Luna, teasing and feeding her. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Joyfully &#xD;
Fruit and nuts for &#xD;
you my friends. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits down next to them. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Sounds as if you had &#xD;
a good night sleep. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Sure did. I am so &#xD;
glad we found it. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Well, these amazing &#xD;
beings are certainly &#xD;
family. However, I &#xD;
feel this is resting space &#xD;
for us, not what we &#xD;
seek at the moment. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Stubbornly &#xD;
Are you kidding me? &#xD;
I am staying here! &#xD;
&#xD;
Luna nudges him and purrs. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Gently &#xD;
Would you come with &#xD;
me please? I must &#xD;
share something with &#xD;
you. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani walk silently to the &#xD;
base of the pond. Psycla skips &#xD;
across the water, as if she is on ice &#xD;
skates. Luna plays with the elves &#xD;
around bushes. Nuncio crouches at the base &#xD;
of the pond and begins applying mud to &#xD;
his body. Discouraged by his clothes &#xD;
getting in the way he sheds them and &#xD;
covers himself in the mud, which has a &#xD;
subtle red glow to it. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
The forest spirits told me &#xD;
that by applying this &#xD;
to our skin we would &#xD;
be protected from the &#xD;
sun, and bug bites. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Semi-sarcastically &#xD;
Mmmm, a mud bath. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani reaches into the mud with a &#xD;
joyful expression, and applies it to &#xD;
his body. He covers his finger with a &#xD;
thick glob of mud, and puts two &#xD;
warrior stripes on Nuncio’s face. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Now we are ready for war. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio is reminded of Merlyn’s &#xD;
Request to address Arjani’s &#xD;
Negative vernacular. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
My friend, we are not &#xD;
Here to engage in war. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Don’t patronize me with &#xD;
semantics, I am just playin’ &#xD;
around. Don’t take it so &#xD;
literally. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Applying mud to his body. &#xD;
If your words are not real, &#xD;
what is? &#xD;
&#xD;
The Earth beneath them &#xD;
begins to tremble delicately. A &#xD;
vibrant red glow begins to emit &#xD;
up and through the ground, and &#xD;
around Nuncio and Arjani &#xD;
as it envelops the entire scene. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH/CUT &#xD;
&#xD;
EXTERNAL: DEEP SPACE &#xD;
&#xD;
The archeological site of Uxmal, Yucatan: The &#xD;
Nunnery Quadrangle layered with deep space. &#xD;
&#xD;
Animated &#xD;
A white elephant with &#xD;
seven trunks walks through &#xD;
space toward &#xD;
the constellation of &#xD;
Capricorn. The elephant &#xD;
then fades into a &#xD;
twinkling dust and &#xD;
dissolves into the &#xD;
stars of Capricorn. &#xD;
The stars individually &#xD;
emit beams of light &#xD;
toward the Earth. &#xD;
They break the &#xD;
atmosphere. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; FOREST, LATE MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani and Nuncio sit &#xD;
in a trance-like &#xD;
state. Beams of light fall &#xD;
from the sky toward &#xD;
them. Right before &#xD;
the beams reach them, &#xD;
their eyes simultaneously &#xD;
jet open. They look at &#xD;
one another as the &#xD;
light enters their &#xD;
bodies and jolts them &#xD;
energetically. Their &#xD;
eyes sparkle. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Well that feels good &#xD;
let's get going. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio has a very questioning look on &#xD;
his face. He pulls out the Guide to &#xD;
Forgotten Harmony. They begin to &#xD;
silently chart their progress thus far. &#xD;
Luna and Psycla join them, and soon &#xD;
nudge and coax them to get up and &#xD;
wander with them. Arjani points to the &#xD;
map which shows the trail leading to &#xD;
precisely where they are, the edge of a &#xD;
lake. Arjani looks at Nuncio as if &#xD;
they were stuck in the pits of hell. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN V.O. &#xD;
Remember ALL &#xD;
possibilities!! &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Who was that? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio closes his eyes, and takes a &#xD;
deep breath. At that instant rocks and &#xD;
crystalline structures &#xD;
begin to arise out of the water one &#xD;
by one as if notes on a piano, &#xD;
creating a pathway to the other &#xD;
side of the pond. Arjani chuckles with &#xD;
disbelief, and picks up Luna. They &#xD;
walk across the jagged bridge carefully. &#xD;
Nuncio and Psycla follow. &#xD;
&#xD;
They reach the other side of the pond. &#xD;
Nuncio glances back to give a last &#xD;
goodbye to their new friends and finds &#xD;
that nothing is there but forest as if &#xD;
the wonderland did not exist. Nuncio &#xD;
senses a temporary overwhelming feeling &#xD;
of being alone. He keeps &#xD;
this observation to himself. &#xD;
&#xD;
The wanderers make their way &#xD;
through a small valley. A passing &#xD;
tree has etched in it the Mayan day &#xD;
sign of Eb. Nuncio stops and studies &#xD;
the glyph. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
What is it? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
This is the Maya calander &#xD;
glyph of Eb, who's archetype &#xD;
is HUman. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Ok.. I don't get it dude. What &#xD;
is the Maya Calendar? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Well. That is what I was &#xD;
getting at. &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio turns from conversation and &#xD;
observes the carving in detail. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
The tribe used a calendar &#xD;
system which reflects the &#xD;
the rhythm of nature. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani appears confused. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Look at it this way. Unstead &#xD;
of an irregular number of days &#xD;
in a month. They utilized the &#xD;
natural cycles of the moon to &#xD;
calculate time. 13 moonths unstead &#xD;
of 12 months. And each moonth &#xD;
has a total of 28 days each. The &#xD;
same length of time it takes the &#xD;
moon to get from a new moon, &#xD;
to a full moon.. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Well. I guess that makes sense. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
If you have not noticed. I have &#xD;
used the calendar as long as I &#xD;
have known you. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
I guess I have not been paying &#xD;
attention. So do the Maya have &#xD;
a new year? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Yes, they do. And so does the &#xD;
rest of the world that follows &#xD;
this calendar. Its called the day &#xD;
out of time. A day dedicated &#xD;
to global peace through cultural &#xD;
expression and art. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Cool, but it doesn't add up. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
What doesn't add up? &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
28 days and 13 moons. &#xD;
Equals only 364 days. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Ah, good point. &#xD;
The 365th day , or the day &#xD;
out of time. Was calculated &#xD;
by the heliacal rising of sirius. &#xD;
The dog star. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
What the hell does heliacal &#xD;
mean? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
It means that it is the first &#xD;
moment of visibility as it &#xD;
rises over the eastern horizon. &#xD;
You know Alvan Graham Clark &#xD;
discovered Sirius' moon Sirius &#xD;
B in 1862. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
So. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
So, it is said that a tribe in &#xD;
Africa known as the Dogon &#xD;
have know of its existance for &#xD;
alot longer. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Why did the scientist not know &#xD;
it was there. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Because they did not have telescopes &#xD;
large enough to see that far. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
So how did the Dogon know it was there? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
HA, good question. Ponder my friend. &#xD;
Ponder. Funny that Sirius is known as &#xD;
The Dog Star. Dogon, Dog Star. Jeez &#xD;
the writing on the wall is often right THERE! &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Enough about the Dogoon. &#xD;
What’s so great about the &#xD;
Maya? Weren’t they into &#xD;
human sacrifice and all that &#xD;
hoodoo voodoo stuff? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
Actualy the culture &#xD;
is very misunderstood. For &#xD;
the simple reason that we &#xD;
are living in a different &#xD;
perspective that they were. &#xD;
Not to mention a different &#xD;
reality. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Are you saying you agree &#xD;
with human sacrifice? &#xD;
&#xD;
Phsycla and Luna frolic into the trees. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
No, no, no. I just &#xD;
believe that they had &#xD;
a different view of life &#xD;
and death, and accepted &#xD;
them as a complete cycle &#xD;
of creation. Check this. &#xD;
What if, all the pictures &#xD;
and codices that we have &#xD;
available to attempt to &#xD;
understand the culture were &#xD;
written by artists and shaman &#xD;
who view reality much more &#xD;
differently than most people. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
Here we go. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
No really, some people &#xD;
think that the entire culture &#xD;
was set up as an ascension &#xD;
machine to allow them &#xD;
to ascend collectively. And &#xD;
that we can understand this &#xD;
form of natural technology &#xD;
and apply it within ourselves &#xD;
for healing. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani &#xD;
I I don't know dude. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio &#xD;
pointing at a bluejay in the trees. &#xD;
Shhh, quiet. &#xD;
&#xD;
They gracefully move as if their bodies &#xD;
are the trees, and the ground. Rain clouds &#xD;
linger overhead, and thunder slowly makes &#xD;
its way into audible range. Arjani gives &#xD;
Nuncio a brief stuck in the pits of &#xD;
Hell look again. &#xD;
&#xD;
Immediately following the glance, large &#xD;
lightning/thunder cracks nearby them. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Staring deeply into Arjani &#xD;
You, did that! &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Right, and I bet I can make it &#xD;
rain too. &#xD;
&#xD;
It begins to rain. Psycla and Luna &#xD;
gather around. To find shelter beneath &#xD;
their friends. Arjani picks up Luna &#xD;
and puts her in his jacket. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio chuckles as Arjani changes his &#xD;
expression from bitter to helplessly &#xD;
happy. &#xD;
&#xD;
The rain begins to slowly wash the mud &#xD;
away. The raindrops fall harder and &#xD;
harder and cleanse everything that it &#xD;
falls upon. Nuncio and Arjani stand &#xD;
effortlessly, as the rain washes every &#xD;
bit of mud from their body. Nuncio &#xD;
spots a mullein stalk and breaks it at &#xD;
the root, tears off the top and sticks in &#xD;
in a pouch. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARAJANI &#xD;
Whats that for? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
You will see. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla takes cover under the leaves of &#xD;
a nearby bush, and motions for Luna to &#xD;
join her. Luna, jumps out of Arjani’s &#xD;
jacket and joins her in the shelter, &#xD;
shakes off the water, and stretches as &#xD;
she lies down. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM ON ARJANI'S HAND &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani places his hand on his Sacral &#xD;
Chakra as a hazy orange light begins to &#xD;
flourish from beneath his fingers. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Is this what you mean by &#xD;
Beginning to see? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I would say, learning &#xD;
to be. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits in Lotus pose on the wet &#xD;
ground holding his Sacral, light &#xD;
emitting. Arjani mimics him, and &#xD;
closes his eyes. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM/FADE INTO ARJANI'S EYES. &#xD;
&#xD;
Flashes of the temples of Labna &#xD;
create and over lapping dreamscape. &#xD;
They regenerate themselves into &#xD;
a fresh off the press elegance. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Animated &#xD;
&#xD;
A hungry sea monster &#xD;
chases prey in a vast &#xD;
sea. The camera &#xD;
appears as if it is &#xD;
floating upward, &#xD;
underwater. Just as &#xD;
if it were to break &#xD;
the surface of the &#xD;
water, what would &#xD;
rationally become air, &#xD;
becomes deep space. &#xD;
The constellations of &#xD;
Cancer and Scorpio. &#xD;
They begin to vibrate &#xD;
And simultaneously emit &#xD;
beams of light toward &#xD;
Earth. The beams &#xD;
circle Jupiter, and &#xD;
continue to Earth. &#xD;
As they break &#xD;
the atmosphere &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXTERNAL: CAPADONIA. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani sit in Trance. The &#xD;
Sun is out, and everything is dry, &#xD;
except for them. They open their eyes, &#xD;
and Nuncio lets out a chant of relief. &#xD;
Arjani seemingly very confused, gets up &#xD;
and shakes the water off of him. He &#xD;
then begins to wander off. Nuncio &#xD;
slowly gets up and follows him. &#xD;
&#xD;
They journey as the sun begins to set. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; TRIBE; CAPADONIA; MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
A warrior approaches a small boy &#xD;
and hands him a spear. &#xD;
&#xD;
WARRIOR &#xD;
You must learn to use this. &#xD;
You must not tell anyone, &#xD;
But the warriors are preparing &#xD;
To take back our land. We &#xD;
Can go no longer in this manner &#xD;
We must take back what is ours. &#xD;
We have been on this land &#xD;
For centuries. They say there &#xD;
Is now nowhere else to go. That &#xD;
where we are is our destined &#xD;
burial ground. We cannot grow. &#xD;
We are being choked by those &#xD;
who know not who we are. This &#xD;
must be done to assure that your &#xD;
children can have a land to call &#xD;
Home. &#xD;
&#xD;
CHILD &#xD;
I cannot fight sir. &#xD;
&#xD;
WARRIOR &#xD;
You may not have a choice. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXTERNAL: OUTSKIRTS OF CAPADONIA &#xD;
&#xD;
A bulldozer recklessly plows over &#xD;
ancient cultural sites. A foreman &#xD;
of the jobsite flips through plans of &#xD;
the demolition area. It highlights the &#xD;
long term plan to clear the forest, and &#xD;
soon after, begin to settle and &#xD;
establish a rural area. The foreman &#xD;
smiles as a feather falls from the &#xD;
sky before his face. The bulldozer &#xD;
churns a large pile of dirt, as a &#xD;
crystal skull rolls out of it twinkling. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; CAPADONIA; EVENING &#xD;
&#xD;
The wanderers hike through a dense &#xD;
Forest. In a cloud above is the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Ben. &#xD;
Nuncio spots a cave atop a &#xD;
Hill, as they non-verbally agree &#xD;
to retire inside of it for the evening. &#xD;
They climb inside, Luna and Psycla &#xD;
follow. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; THE CAVE; EVENING/DARK. LOW &#xD;
VISABILITY. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
It's dark! &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN/FADE/ZOOM IN &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn sits in the corner of the cave &#xD;
nodding with approval. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
PAN/FADE OUT &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio begins to chant in a very deep &#xD;
tone, as he does the cave begins to &#xD;
glow with a bluish/yellow light. In &#xD;
the corner of the cave where Merlyn &#xD;
gave approval, are beds of feathers, &#xD;
and firewood. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
pointing at the beds and firewood &#xD;
Look a cozy crevice. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani smiles sarcastically. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio ceases chanting and pulls the mullen &#xD;
stalk from his pouch. He grabs a piece of &#xD;
bark and some kindling and lays it on the &#xD;
ground. He puts the mullein stalk on the &#xD;
bark and begins to spin it between his hands. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
What are you doin dude? &#xD;
&#xD;
A fire bursts from the bark and kindling &#xD;
The bluish/yellow light fades away. They &#xD;
take their clothes off and set them by &#xD;
the fire to dry. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Where’d you pick up that one? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Spirit. Remember! &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla and Luna lay nestled next to one &#xD;
another in a feathered bed. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani pulls out a bag of nuts, and &#xD;
shares them with Nuncio. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Hey Nunce, what are we &#xD;
supposed to do when we &#xD;
Get to where the map leads? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I am not too sure, but I &#xD;
trust that we will know &#xD;
When we get there. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
How can you live like that? &#xD;
I mean, we don’t even know &#xD;
if these people are around &#xD;
anymore. And how do we &#xD;
get back home? Are we &#xD;
even on the same planet? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
My friend, we are here, now. &#xD;
I live in knowing that I am &#xD;
exactly where I need to be. &#xD;
I cannot question or deny that. &#xD;
For I would become a very &#xD;
sad and depressed person. &#xD;
I cannot live like that. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Well, at least we have a fire. &#xD;
&#xD;
They quietly enjoy the warmth and gaze &#xD;
into the fire. Nuncio begins to chant a &#xD;
soothing rhythm. As Arjani soon joins &#xD;
him, they both close their eyes. Their &#xD;
Sacral Chakra begins to emit a bright &#xD;
yellow light. Behind them a large &#xD;
African Lion casually walks in and out &#xD;
of view through the ethereal layered &#xD;
temples of Kabah. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO FIRE &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
Animated &#xD;
&#xD;
The constellations of Aries and Leo are &#xD;
illuminated in Deep Space. They begin &#xD;
to vibrate and emit beams of light toward &#xD;
Earth. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani and Nuncio look into one &#xD;
another's eyes. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
You feel that? &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio puts his hand on his Solar &#xD;
Plexus &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Yeah. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Goodnight. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Sweet Dreams. &#xD;
&#xD;
They crawl into their feather beds. The &#xD;
fire puts itself out as Psycla's blue/green &#xD;
aura lightens the area with a delicate glow. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EVENING; DEEP IN THE FOREST OF &#xD;
CAPADONIA, DAWN &#xD;
&#xD;
The Tribe gathers, there is a bond fire &#xD;
as fire spinners and musicians engulf &#xD;
the scene. Dancers, families and faery &#xD;
folk frolic and meander. Aumaia, now &#xD;
in her late teens wears the amulet and &#xD;
approaches the Elder as he observes &#xD;
with a concerning look. The elder &#xD;
wears a pendant with the Mayan day &#xD;
sign of Ix. Aumaia bows to the Elder. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER &#xD;
In a tranquil tone &#xD;
The Earth Guardians &#xD;
speak of &#xD;
disasters that are &#xD;
sweeping the planet. &#xD;
The book is lost and &#xD;
the imbalance is about &#xD;
to touch here in our home. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
BUSY SHOPPING MALLS, OIL DRILLS, &#xD;
TSUNAMI FOOTAGE, ICE CAPS MELT. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER V.O. &#xD;
&#xD;
The Earth is in pain and &#xD;
seeks healing. Man has &#xD;
exploited her of &#xD;
beauty and taken her for &#xD;
granted. What is more &#xD;
valuable than happiness? &#xD;
The planet is purging, and &#xD;
I am concerned for my people. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
BUSY INTERSTATES AND CROWDED CITIES. &#xD;
ELDERLY FOLK AND CHILDREN. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER V.O. &#xD;
The machines are &#xD;
choking everyone. I &#xD;
feel it just by the &#xD;
thought. We must be &#xD;
in harmony with the &#xD;
machines, and they &#xD;
with us. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Parent talks down to a child as it &#xD;
Cries. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER V.O. &#xD;
The children are &#xD;
punished for being who &#xD;
they are, squeezed &#xD;
into boxes, creating &#xD;
misery for ALL. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
Please, father, do &#xD;
not let your fear take &#xD;
place of your faith. &#xD;
Your heart is open as &#xD;
I see in your smile; &#xD;
you know as do I that &#xD;
this moment is the &#xD;
only thing that is &#xD;
real. In that, every &#xD;
moment is a chance to &#xD;
create love from fear. &#xD;
This is a gift, you &#xD;
know? The world will &#xD;
never know what love &#xD;
truly is, until it can &#xD;
taste the depths of &#xD;
pain. It will be &#xD;
remembered, soon. &#xD;
The world does not create &#xD;
what love cannot heal. &#xD;
&#xD;
She bows her head lovingly as her heart &#xD;
chakra begins to ignite a vibrant green &#xD;
glow, which ripples through the area &#xD;
and through her father. The Elder &#xD;
stands and smiles with respect. Aumaia &#xD;
holds out her folded right hand and &#xD;
slowly opens her palm to reveal a &#xD;
lizard that turns into a bird and flies away. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO BIRD FLYING OFF &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
The child from previous sequence gazes &#xD;
into the sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; THE CAVE, MIDNIGHT. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani's foot dangles dangerously close &#xD;
to the hot coals of the fire. He &#xD;
awakes screaming and blows on his &#xD;
smoldering foot. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Curiously observing &#xD;
Ouch!! &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
You know I've had &#xD;
enough, I am going &#xD;
back home in the &#xD;
morning this is for &#xD;
the birds. I don't &#xD;
even know why I'm &#xD;
here. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani lies back down holding his foot &#xD;
moaning and groaning himself to sleep. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio leaves the cave and walks into &#xD;
the moonlit forest. Psycla opens her &#xD;
eyes shocked that he is gone, smiles &#xD;
and returns to slumber. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia walks through the forest &#xD;
slowly by herself with her eyes to the &#xD;
stars, and the crescent moon. She &#xD;
approaches a small stream and perches &#xD;
on an overlooking rock. The moon &#xD;
reflects brilliantly in the water and &#xD;
twinkles in her eyes. A tree that is &#xD;
near to her has etched in it the Mayan &#xD;
day sign of Men. &#xD;
&#xD;
SLOW ZOOM INTO THE REFLECTED MOON &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Animated &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM OUT &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio approaches a lake with a similar &#xD;
moonlit atmosphere. As he approaches a &#xD;
rock and sits on it, Aumaia's &#xD;
experience is layered with his. Energy &#xD;
waves begin to ripple into both scenes. &#xD;
The crescent moons overlap and create a &#xD;
spherical vortex. A green energy &#xD;
bursts from their heart centers and &#xD;
fill the space. They begin to float &#xD;
upward through the sky and into the &#xD;
moonlit vortex. They float into the &#xD;
moon and enter a world of brilliant &#xD;
color and waterscapes. They float in &#xD;
this world holding one another. &#xD;
&#xD;
An angel approaches them &#xD;
&#xD;
ANGEL &#xD;
We are old friends. &#xD;
You will soon find one &#xD;
another once again. &#xD;
Your love has allowed &#xD;
those who are around &#xD;
you to find peace in &#xD;
their hearts, and &#xD;
faith in their pain. &#xD;
You know the changes &#xD;
that are happening are &#xD;
a result of love. We &#xD;
are always here &#xD;
waiting for a heart to &#xD;
open, to sing. Thank &#xD;
you, for I understand &#xD;
it is not an easy &#xD;
world. &#xD;
&#xD;
The angel disappears; Aumaia and Nuncio &#xD;
are left floating, dancing in a gust of harmony. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM/CUT &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio awakes to a prepared breakfast &#xD;
of fruit and nuts. Arjani sings a &#xD;
heartwarming song. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Went out and gathered &#xD;
some food to get us &#xD;
started on our day. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Rubbing his eyes &#xD;
What happened to you &#xD;
leaving? &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
I don't know what got &#xD;
into me. I had a bad &#xD;
dream I guess. &#xD;
&#xD;
They burst into a vocal freestyle. Their &#xD;
Throat Chakras burst forth a blue &#xD;
light. Psycla shoots into the cave &#xD;
from the forest, as Luna rolls around. &#xD;
&#xD;
BLUE FLASH CUT TO: &#xD;
&#xD;
EXTERNAL: TULUM, MX &#xD;
SUNNY BEACH. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani walk the beachline &#xD;
Chanting in unison. &#xD;
&#xD;
CHANTING &#xD;
"Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai ´Tsebayoth" &#xD;
"Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai ´Tsebayoth" &#xD;
"Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai ´Tsebayoth" &#xD;
"Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai ´Tsebayoth" &#xD;
&#xD;
FADE TO: &#xD;
&#xD;
INTERNAL: CAVE IN CAPADONIA &#xD;
&#xD;
CHANTING &#xD;
"Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai ´Tsebayoth" &#xD;
&#xD;
As they finish their expression session &#xD;
Arjani pulls out the Guide to Forgotten &#xD;
Harmony, which has gotten larger since &#xD;
they first started the journey. &#xD;
He enthusiastically outlines the &#xD;
chakra experiences, which are portrayed &#xD;
by diagrams. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
So this is what’s been going &#xD;
On? Did you know about this? &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I know what chakras are, &#xD;
I have just been soaking &#xD;
in the experience. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
How about we not rest &#xD;
again until we find &#xD;
our family &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio looks onward in shock. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani points at the map analyzing &#xD;
where they are. He hesitantly points &#xD;
and motions for Nuncio to look. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Pointing at the distant side of the mountain, &#xD;
grinning. &#xD;
&#xD;
This is the largest &#xD;
mountain in the area &#xD;
it seems. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
And this is where the &#xD;
map says the &#xD;
tribe is at. This &#xD;
will be fun! &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT; TRIBE; CAPADONIA; MORNING &#xD;
&#xD;
The warriors of the tribe gather in a &#xD;
Circle. The alpha warrior stands in &#xD;
Front of the group. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ALPHA &#xD;
We cannot sit around any &#xD;
Longer and watch our &#xD;
Land and people be &#xD;
Sold to the highest &#xD;
Bidder. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN TO &#xD;
&#xD;
Warrior sits sharpening an arrowhead. &#xD;
&#xD;
ALPHA V.O. &#xD;
We must stand up for &#xD;
What is being lost, and &#xD;
Fight for what is ours. &#xD;
I will not go another day… &#xD;
&#xD;
All attention is immediately directed &#xD;
to the Eastern opening in the trees. &#xD;
Aumaia ethereally appears and walks &#xD;
Into the circle. &#xD;
&#xD;
Animals begin to circle the warriors. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
I will not allow this energy &#xD;
to be present. This is &#xD;
adding to what you wish &#xD;
to destroy. Continue and &#xD;
you will destroy all of &#xD;
us. All weapons will be &#xD;
taken and given back to &#xD;
Earth to be transformed &#xD;
into better use. For the &#xD;
hunters, you shall call &#xD;
Upon El Venado here.. &#xD;
&#xD;
A deer walks forward. &#xD;
&#xD;
Who will guard all &#xD;
hunting tools. They will &#xD;
be granted to he or she who &#xD;
is in harmony with the &#xD;
nature of the hunt. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia points to Alpha. Alpha wears &#xD;
A pendant with the Mayan day sign &#xD;
Of Kib. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
You sir shall go into the &#xD;
Forest for seven days, &#xD;
With nothing but the &#xD;
Words you speak. &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia pulls the pendant from Alpha's &#xD;
neck. &#xD;
&#xD;
ALPHA &#xD;
Arrrrggghhh! &#xD;
&#xD;
She points to the arrowhead sharpener. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
You, my brother, shall &#xD;
join the gardeners, and &#xD;
use those hands to &#xD;
harvest. &#xD;
&#xD;
A warrior walks forth and gestures &#xD;
For permission to speak. Aumaia &#xD;
Bows to him permissively. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
Yes. &#xD;
&#xD;
WARRIOR &#xD;
Our land is being stolen &#xD;
from us, by those who &#xD;
do not respect our ways. &#xD;
The book has been stolen. &#xD;
We have to do something. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
It is your mind speaking., &#xD;
Listen to your heart. Be &#xD;
with your children. &#xD;
Listen to the land. For &#xD;
it cannot see war any &#xD;
longer. Something will &#xD;
happen, something will &#xD;
change. Only love can &#xD;
conquer hate. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT, CAPADONIA, MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
The wanderers approach the base of the &#xD;
mountain. Etched in the wall is the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Kaban. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Its seems as though &#xD;
it would be best to &#xD;
not have to go around, &#xD;
it would take us &#xD;
weeks. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Let's go through it! &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Chuckling &#xD;
I appreciate your &#xD;
optimism, but… &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani walks toward a nearby tree that &#xD;
hides a place where the mountain folds &#xD;
in. He notices an opening. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
With great confidence &#xD;
We can start here. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Looking at the map &#xD;
Its gotta be at least &#xD;
five miles to the &#xD;
other side. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Heart center pulsing &#xD;
Got your love light? &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani enters the cavern. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
INT; THE CRYSTAL CAVE, MORNING. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla leads the way inside of the &#xD;
winding rows of rock, her luminescence &#xD;
lighting the way. There are bats and &#xD;
snakes inside of the cave. They wander &#xD;
into a large cavern where the path &#xD;
splits in two directions. Arjani sits &#xD;
down and closes his eyes, as the other &#xD;
three join him, and cuddle to keep warm. &#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani put their foreheads &#xD;
together. An Indigo ray bursts forth &#xD;
from their third eye and opens the &#xD;
hidden areas of the cave. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
Animated &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH/CUT &#xD;
BETWEEN &#xD;
HAWKS &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani's Spirit bodies hover &#xD;
From their physical form and morph &#xD;
into hawks. They each fly rapidly &#xD;
down one of the corridors which are &#xD;
layered with the ancient Maya city of &#xD;
Palenque. &#xD;
&#xD;
A hawk reaches a clearing where the sun is &#xD;
shining and hovers, the other hawk is &#xD;
still flying through the caverns. &#xD;
Both vanish into thin air. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
The group huddled back at the fork in &#xD;
the cave. Nuncio and Arjani's eyes &#xD;
slowly drift open. They do not speak a &#xD;
word, and take the appropriate path. &#xD;
Luna and Psycla follow. Luna wanders &#xD;
out of view as the group moves on-ward. &#xD;
We soon we hear a loud scream as Psycla &#xD;
stiffens and darts around the corner. &#xD;
Nuncio and Arjani follow with &#xD;
uncertainty. Luna is lying on the &#xD;
ground unable to move with a bleeding &#xD;
wound on her behind from a rattlesnake. &#xD;
Psycla sprinkles some faery dust on the &#xD;
Wound. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani picks Luna up and cradles her. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Looking at Psycla. &#xD;
Where did she come from? &#xD;
And what,,… &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
She’s been here the &#xD;
Whole time. You have &#xD;
Just been ignoring her. &#xD;
Physcla confidently flaunts her wings. &#xD;
&#xD;
They continue their journey through &#xD;
the rugged caverns. They &#xD;
reach the area where Merlyn was &#xD;
unfrozen. Nuncio studies the wall &#xD;
portraying glyphic symbols &#xD;
of death and ascension along &#xD;
a simple representation of their &#xD;
journey. He notices a small &#xD;
winged butterfly like glyph as &#xD;
Psycla hovers next to it. She &#xD;
moves out of the way as Nuncio &#xD;
follows the carvings which show &#xD;
a small feline, two human figures and &#xD;
a large group of people. And then &#xD;
a prominent carving of a &#xD;
man, woman and child. Above &#xD;
the man, woman and child is the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Etz’Nab. There &#xD;
is also another path that leads to &#xD;
a large pile of skeletons. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani walks ahead following a dim &#xD;
Light that peeks through a crack in &#xD;
the ceiling of an approaching cavern. &#xD;
They walk with anticipation toward the &#xD;
promising sign, and find a dead end. &#xD;
&#xD;
The top of the cave winds its way into &#xD;
an opening far beyond reach. &#xD;
Looking for a way to climb up the &#xD;
group becomes helplessly tired. They &#xD;
gather in the center of the cave as the &#xD;
light shines upon them. They rest &#xD;
silently. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
I love you all so &#xD;
very much, thank you. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Humorously &#xD;
This is how I want to &#xD;
die! &#xD;
&#xD;
Pause &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani holds Luna. Nuncio curls in &#xD;
fetal position. Psycla is nowhere to &#xD;
be seen. &#xD;
A violet bubble begins to surround them &#xD;
and carries them up to the opening at the &#xD;
top of the cave. Their crown chakras &#xD;
burst open with violet light. As they &#xD;
rise out of the hole in the Earth, &#xD;
Aumaia stands with her arms in embrace. &#xD;
She smiles radiantly. They hover over &#xD;
her, float downward, and the bubble &#xD;
pops once it touches the ground. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO: &#xD;
EXT. TIKAL, GUATEMALA. &#xD;
LOST WORLD. &#xD;
&#xD;
The faery folk welcome them as Aumaia &#xD;
looks on. Animals are prancing in the &#xD;
background &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio glances at Luna. She is limping &#xD;
and has lost her glow. Arjani, sitting &#xD;
on the ground, picks her up. Aumaia &#xD;
walks over to them and kneels down. &#xD;
She closes her eyes and begins to weep. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
This is her destiny; &#xD;
this is what she has &#xD;
chosen. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani picks up Luna and walks away &#xD;
with tears in his eyes, Psycla follows. &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia crawls over to Nuncio and &#xD;
embraces him passionately. The forest &#xD;
critters return to the trees. &#xD;
Nuncio and Aumaia are left in silence. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
Holding Nuncio's face &#xD;
I remember this, this &#xD;
feeling, this knowing. &#xD;
This is real. I am Aumaia &#xD;
I have been guiding you &#xD;
here, through dreams &#xD;
and Heart. You &#xD;
have done great; you &#xD;
must come with me &#xD;
before we rest. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
They walk through the trees to an &#xD;
opening where the tribe &#xD;
awaits. The Elder looks on. As &#xD;
Aumaia and Nuncio enter the scene there &#xD;
is much respect. Aumaia motions to &#xD;
Nuncio toward the Elder. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
I believe he is &#xD;
waiting to speak to &#xD;
you. &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio walks toward the elder and &#xD;
pulls The Guide to Forgotten &#xD;
Harmony from his pack. He &#xD;
hands it to the Elder. &#xD;
&#xD;
Alpha walks toward the group from &#xD;
the trees he drops to his knees and &#xD;
begins to pray. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
In'Lakech &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder accepts the token and bows, &#xD;
now bears an amulet with the &#xD;
Mayan day sign of Kawak. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER &#xD;
Thank you brother. &#xD;
Welcome home! &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder then holds the Book in the &#xD;
air toward the Tribe. The Tribe &#xD;
celebrates with chanting &#xD;
&#xD;
The Elder motions for silence, to &#xD;
Everyone. &#xD;
&#xD;
ELDER &#xD;
I must now go into &#xD;
study. Classes start &#xD;
in three moons. &#xD;
&#xD;
He walks away. The tribe literally &#xD;
fades away. Aumaia and Nuncio are once &#xD;
again left alone. They begin to dance &#xD;
as the faeries and forest animals &#xD;
slowly come out of hiding. Merlyn &#xD;
appears in apparition and bows to the &#xD;
two of them as they dance. Aumaia &#xD;
laughs. They continue to dance as other &#xD;
apparitions portraying ancestors of &#xD;
the tribe fade in and out around them, &#xD;
dematerializing and shooting into the &#xD;
twilight sky. &#xD;
&#xD;
A figure approaches Nuncio and Aumaia. &#xD;
They stop dancing as Nuncio recognizes &#xD;
the figure as his grandfather. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
A tear rolling down his face. &#xD;
Grandfather? &#xD;
&#xD;
They reach out their &#xD;
hands and graze one another. &#xD;
Grandfather looks up, spreads his arms &#xD;
and shoots into the stars. This &#xD;
ripples in the ocean of starlight. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
With great peace &#xD;
They have been freed. &#xD;
They can now rest. &#xD;
&#xD;
CUT TO &#xD;
&#xD;
EXT: TIKAL; LOST WORLD &#xD;
PLAZA OF THE SEVEN TEMPLES. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani walks through Capadonia, he &#xD;
carries Luna. Psycla sits on his &#xD;
shoulder &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI V.O. &#xD;
Thinking to himself &#xD;
Why the things that &#xD;
have brought me great &#xD;
joy go away? &#xD;
Pause &#xD;
Now what, where to go &#xD;
from here? &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn sits up the path at the base of &#xD;
a tree. Arjani glimpses the robed &#xD;
figure and walks toward him. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
You have accomplished &#xD;
a great task indeed. &#xD;
Your questions will be &#xD;
answered, but not &#xD;
outside of yourself. &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn reaches out for Luna. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
Thank you for caring &#xD;
for my old friend. I &#xD;
must now take her &#xD;
home, she is in need &#xD;
of some well deserved &#xD;
rest. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani hands Luna to Merlyn. Merlyn &#xD;
whispers under his breath, holding Luna &#xD;
in his lap. Psycla flies to Luna and &#xD;
gives her a faery kiss. &#xD;
&#xD;
MERLYN &#xD;
Cum Saxum Saxorum In &#xD;
Duersum Montum &#xD;
Oparumda, In Aetibulum &#xD;
In Quinatum- &#xD;
Draconis. &#xD;
&#xD;
Merlyn waves his hand before Arjani. &#xD;
Fire and Water merge into a brilliant &#xD;
harmony and float into Arjani’s &#xD;
heart center. Merlyn places his hand &#xD;
on Arjani’s third eye and ignites it with &#xD;
a violet light which bursts into golden &#xD;
waves rippling into his auric field and &#xD;
blasting his crown chakra and vision &#xD;
equally now to Nuncio's. Merlyn &#xD;
dematerializes with alchemical fusion &#xD;
into the roots of the tree. &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani stands alone with a questioning &#xD;
look of loss and astonishment. &#xD;
&#xD;
Psycla flies up to Arjani's eye level. &#xD;
&#xD;
PSYCLA V.O. &#xD;
Telepathically &#xD;
It's time to play in &#xD;
the world we have &#xD;
created! &#xD;
&#xD;
Arjani looks at her with a look of &#xD;
denial. &#xD;
&#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
I could use some rest &#xD;
myself. &#xD;
&#xD;
He sits down where Merlyn was &#xD;
previously. Psycla nestles next to &#xD;
him and radiates a warm field of energy &#xD;
around them. He begins to observe &#xD;
the materialization energy of the trees &#xD;
around him. He creates orbs of color &#xD;
with his hand occasionally sending &#xD;
one as an offering to the tops of the &#xD;
trees. The towering ruins begin to &#xD;
transform into decadent colors, blue &#xD;
red, green and yellow. A red, blue, &#xD;
and purple faerie flys to him and bows &#xD;
to psycla. &#xD;
&#xD;
ARJANI &#xD;
Thank you my friends. &#xD;
&#xD;
SLOW FADE &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia and Nuncio walk near the &#xD;
small stream of the Angel sequence. &#xD;
Aumaia looks up to see a shooting star &#xD;
that lands just beyond the trees. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
Grabbing Nuncio &#xD;
Come on! &#xD;
&#xD;
They begin to jog toward the star's &#xD;
direction. &#xD;
&#xD;
NUNCIO &#xD;
Where? &#xD;
&#xD;
Aumaia chuckles. They jog a good &#xD;
distance, before they slow down to a &#xD;
steady walk. Aumaia leads the way. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
For us to once again &#xD;
enjoy the life we live. &#xD;
For parents not to be &#xD;
concerned if their &#xD;
children are safe. &#xD;
The forest spirits &#xD;
have been saving this &#xD;
for us, waiting for us &#xD;
to remember. &#xD;
&#xD;
Right as she ends "..for us" they duck &#xD;
under a group of vines to behold a lush &#xD;
moonlit valley full of life. &#xD;
&#xD;
AUMAIA &#xD;
You, your friends, &#xD;
and your faith, &#xD;
unlocked the door to a &#xD;
forgotten world! &#xD;
&#xD;
Nuncio sits on the edge of a cliff that &#xD;
overlooks the valley. Aumaia lays her &#xD;
hand on Nuncio's head. &#xD;
&#xD;
There is a Etheric time-elapsed interaction &#xD;
between Aumaia and Nuncio on the &#xD;
overlook. A view of the valley below &#xD;
shows an Earth friendly community &#xD;
growing in the shape of a heart. &#xD;
They giggle, play, and sit &#xD;
together/alone. Arjani joins them &#xD;
The final time-elapsed &#xD;
scene is Aumaia and Nuncio sitting on &#xD;
the cliff with their child. &#xD;
&#xD;
PAN UP &#xD;
&#xD;
To a sunset horizon. Adult &#xD;
Condor and Eagle fly into the setting sun. &#xD;
&#xD;
ZOOM INTO BIRD FLIGHT &#xD;
&#xD;
Following the birds into the sun. &#xD;
&#xD;
FLASH &#xD;
&#xD;
Layered into the sunset scene a child &#xD;
walks into Herbs and Arts. He reaches &#xD;
upon the counter toward a handmade &#xD;
necklace bearing the Mayan day sign of &#xD;
Ahau. As he grabs it a burst of &#xD;
light washes the scene and fades away. &#xD;
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