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Antelope Valley Desert Adventure
Up, up, and away - transmuting sky over Littlerock
Apr. 16, 2019
We returned yesterday evening from two days in the Antelope Valley observing the results of five years of orgonite gifting. We came full circle back to the first place we gifted orgonite back in May of 2014. The difference in the sky from that time period to today was apparent. Deserts tend toward DOR from aeons of energetic warfare by Ea against the Earth. So we don’t expect perfect skies all the time in the desert, but what we did find was a strong enough OR to repel and transmute deadly energy effectively. Therefore the skies were much clearer than the first time we went to Littlerock leaving behind a few gifts in the yard of a friend’s house. It is three days from our five year anniversary of making orgonite.
We have visited this area many times. We took a trip back in June of 2015 in which we gifted Santa Clarita freeways, Acton, Littlerock, and into Victorville, returning to Los Angeles by way of San Bernardino County on the 210 and 10 freeways. We gifted the high desert from Joshua Tree to Palmdale/Lancaster in December of 2015. The change here was dramatic since the beginning of these efforts.
This time, we came to see the wildflower superbloom and it did not disappoint. Large crowds were drawn to the Antelope Valley Poppy Preserve, and getting in was a daunting proposition. So we instead visited areas all around the preserve to take in the stunning fields of poppies and other colorful wildflowers. The Antelope Valley was green with living grass and the plant life was in healthy condition. This living desert is coming back to life beautifully.
Up in the higher elevations of Juniper Hills, the Joshua trees were still in bloom. Blooming Joshua trees are not a common sight and only happen in very rainy years. This was the wettest year on record for the entire continental USA, and the deserts even got snow this winter.
On our last day there, we were hit with heavy DOR, but all the while the orgonite was transmuting it. Even so, we could feel the heavy energetic warfare. When we returned home to the mountain west of the valley, we learned that rain was in the forecast. That would explain the heavy attack to stop the rain. It rained anyway last night and into today. The sweeping vortex over the valley was astonishing, and so extreme that lenticular clouds formed over the blooming and reviving landscape.
This trip was a special retreat for us after five years of intensive orgonite gifting all over the west, with a tremendous effort put in in 2018. We had a chance to just take it all in and see the amazing changes. It was a gift to us.
Helena had returned to Hillside, where her daughters were thick as thieves again. Ayla having learned words and Artemis' bond to Bast that much more obvious.
The seasons were cold and changing and knew it was time. One quaint home served her smaller family, but she knew her girls would need more space, Artemis always wanted to be outdoors, and Ayla though toddling had taken a keen interest in the healing herbs growing in her little nursery.
She would have to talk to Ulrich and get him working on their new home, and begin the efforts of convincing new and old families Juniper Hills would be just as inviting.
"Why....why are you doing this?"
At first, she didn't answer, and instead continued to free them of their tethers and finally met the gaze of the younger woman. Woman, the girl was in her teens, yet Exene knew she would be formidable, "Because I see what is in your eyes Merle. I want to give you a chance to make things right, for yourself." And huffed as she stepped back and continued to watch Merle rub at her wrists.
"You are a dangerous girl, your fate as precarious as that dagger you used to carry."
Merle made to speak when Exene, curtly reached for her hand and replaced that dagger. Looking at it, she turned it over in her hand, wrists twisting it about with ease, and gripped it tightly, looking at Exene expectantly.
"Go...and never return to these lands, or you will have more than I to deal with."
Exene stood back, observing as Merle freed Clive, and folded her arms, as the cold winds picked up.
Clive charged at Exene, breathing hard, panting like a raging bull.
"....this does not make us even." He uttered coarsely.
Exene looked over her shoulder, back towards the hearth she had been sharing with Eris, and stepped up to Clive. "Listen, go...leave these lands, forget the path that brought you here." And when Clive inhaled, seemingly ready to charge, Exene held up her hand, watching as Clive was held back by ten invisible arms. Closing her fist, Clive was dropped, hard on his arse. "Hillside, The Stony Hills, and these lands are no place for you." And glanced to Merle, "Take him and go."
Only when they disappeared from her view, and she felt it safe, she returned to Eris l.
In the dead of night when she knew Eris was asleep, breathing deeply, almost snoring, that was when she rose and silently made her way to their captives.
The girl was a teen, blossoming, yet already so wild with rage and covered in the black of death. Merle was a killer.
Exene had to suppose life had dealt her a different hand that left her with no choice. She wanted to blame her brother Clive, but Merle had been quick to admit she was the one who had marked them.
She listened to the siblings sleeping, canting her head and thinking.
The older brother was not a soft touch, he was quick and vicious, and could only be quelled when Eris was about. She tried asking questions, but he simply taunted her, reminding her his life and that of his sister had been dedicated to killing her kind.
She didn't have the patience to explain she was no witch, that his hatred blinded him to gifts like her own.
Exene sighed heavily, shivering and glancing towards the skies and recognized the changing of the season and returned once more to give them the spare blankets Eris and herself had been using, just within their reach should they need it, and returned to the circle of stones.
That night had been the first, nestling into the warmth of Eris and protectively wrapping her arm around him and kissing the back of his neck.
That thought entered her mind just before they met the array of Helena, her mate, their daughter and her wolf protector.
What would happen to the siblings?
Merle just didn't understand. Their captors still kept them tied up, allowed them to walk and wander, and the....
Merle didn't know what to call her. She was meek, soft spoken, yet she had seen what she was capable of when crossed.
The old man seemed intent on staying by her side and even though they were kept at a distance, the teenager had to grimace at what she was seeing.
"Ugh, romance....its the pits!"
Cowed, Clive starred at his younger sister. She seemed bored, and he didn't know how.
He was still angered by the old man Eris, not understanding how he had bested him, but the boastful youth still thought deep in the back of his mind, he could put him in his place.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Merle had begun to shift about, attempting to get a better view of the faint voices she was hearing. "There....there are others. Do you think this is what they were waiting for?" And felt her stomach churn apprehensively. "New people Clive, this is different." And glanced at her brother.
Clive rose from his spot and got a better look; they were all still quite a few feet away, but this group was larger and their mannerisms spoke of a familiarity betwixt them.
"There's a woman and a baby, and two...other men."
The Jesmond siblings didn't know yet what it would mean to face the same family they had been devoted and blood sworn to eliminate.
Merle had spotted the pair first.
She thought them an easy target, a women bound tightly in her bodice and skirts, and a man who seemed besotted by the prim and buttoned up younger woman.
She had trailed them and had lost them, only to find them again when they slept. Merle suspected they knew they were being trailed, for twice they almost double backed, on her.
Clive took a bit more convincing. He had promised Merle that kind of life was in their past. He never forgave himself for teaching his sister to stalk and hunt. To kill.
He studied the buttoned up woman, not a fasten out of place, her dark eyes ever mindful and careful. And he had to tell Merle they were not a good target. He saw nothing worthy on them.
"They are travelling light, they have nothing on them." He tried to reiterate to his baby sister.
Merle was not convinced, "It's always these types Clive, you taught me that."
Shit. He knew he had, "The man is old, he should be easy to down, the woman will probably give up anything if we simply threaten her and him."
And they waited, and caught Exene off guard. Merle launched herself at her, relishing the sound of her fist hitting flesh. She seemed even goaded by the sight of the women's split lip.
It had all been so easy. Pining her down, one hand holding down her wrist, the other her foot stomping on her other wrist threatening to break it, dagger in hand, drawing it along her cheek and watching that thin rivulet of red mark where her blade had dragged....
When she felt the dagger begin to twist in her hand, towards her own heart.
She barely had a moment to recognize what was happening when she flew off of the other woman and slammed hard against a nearby tree trunk. It almost knocked the air out of her, and she struggled back onto her feet, startled by that show of power.
Clive thought he had the easiest hurdle, he was clearly taller and younger and taunted Eris.
Clive charged, punches landing into Eris' side and thinking he had effortlessly overpowered the man, when Eris got back up and showed him what he was made of.
He had abandoned his own dagger, where fists hit flesh, brutally. Yet...Eris was well rehearsed for such hand to hand combat, and his attacker was faced with more than just a challenge.
They continued to square off, until Clive heard a voice that was not his sister's.
A dagger at her neck "Stand down." Exene challenged.
Clive and Merle had bitten off more than they could chew, and now...they were left bested, tied to a tree, and talking amongst themselves, "Wolves and Witches....fuck."
Baited and bested, the siblings learned more about what they would be facing, when it came to Hillside.