We Come In Peace....

Mr.Whitmore wrote:This is a prerecorded message

This is an unmanned orbiter. Soon a huge starship will be arriving and orbiting your world. We come in peace with a great message. Fear not.

The starship will be loaded with life forms from another world(message board). Our mission is to contact new life...knowledgeable life, fun life.

We hope our world and yours can become acquainted and share knowledge to each other.

Our arrival is expected soon.

Thank you!

A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared.

It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: “The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.”

The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly and this was why it could cross a desert.

“By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over to your destination.”

But how could this happen?

“By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.”

This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?

“The wind,” said the sand,“performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.”

“How can I know that is true?”

“It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.”

“But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?”

“You cannot in either case remain so,” the whisper said. “Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.”

When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. dimly, he remembered a state in which he – or some part of him, was it? – had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered – or did he? – that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing to do.

And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, “Yes, now I have learned my true identity.”

The stream was learning. But the sands whispered: “We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.”

And that is why it is said: The way in which the Stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands.

Many eons in time had passed
But the day had finally came
The day the others would return.
She walked slowly over the barren land
Her feet sinking into the sand.
There at the meeting point she stood between the two pillars
Awaiting their return.

One by one on the horizon they could be seen
Familiar souls and recognised heart beats from long ago.
The scene had already been set
The fire had been lit
A call for the others so they would know it is time
And so they arrived one by one
As has been already whispered in the wind...

Heatrs and souls melded as they hugged and smiled
One arrived, he had whispered before many times
He had always said he would be with me through the shifting sands of time
Yes, he always kept his word
So we all gathered around the fire
The chosen ones again returned...
So lets begin another journey
As we share our stories around the fire...

Welcome... we knew you would come

My angels have drawn me back..........Who needs me xxxxx

ON land I reach, transformation time...assasins creed is divine..

Watch the heavens open up...
the rainbow drop is part of this plot..
Nami you may think cant see
the land ahoy
is where she's free...

As this turns upon your space
you my crusader
are about to face..
yourself in the heavens
where you will despair
Nami will transform
the pirates flair...

Nami wrote:ON land I reach, transformation time...assasins creed is divine..

Watch the heavens open up...
the rainbow drop is part of this plot..
Nami you may think cant see
the land ahoy
is where she's free...

As this turns upon your space
you my crusader
are about to face..
yourself in the heavens
where you will despair
Nami will transform
the pirates flair...

Mr.whitmore said:

I have a secret.....weapon that be
upon your ship....you....a thousand ants will see
They will come as one...
and begin to have fun
by mornings light you shall see
they will multiply...to fill the sea.


When the ants are full the cannons then come
one cannon two
Three cannons four
They blow and spark
and begin to soar
Thru the stern an into the hull
The cannon ball lands and blows it all.

Test your fate
at World's End awaits
there...see I.... the battle of one
and from the depths of the sea
the slimy will come
out of the water tentacles be
your mates and you
begin to flee


Tis sad and somber for all pirate and ship
When all is gone...there it sticks
The top of your mast
and no boat to see
I will fulfill this prophecy.

Nami wrote:As you gather your artillery captain
your lurking sea monsters give me sanction
I am now aware of what your doing
reaching outward to beat those brewing
Those lurking monsters,
need a hand,
to build that trust
complete your plan..


As they come one by one
you will find the one who runs
It is you your buck
you kick and squirm
when the female wenches
start to burn...

Burn a hole inside your heart
The game is on
are you brave enough to start
Start this inner war you have
Those sea monsters
will now give you a shove...

Pirates be damned
Nami is in full flight
Prepare those cannons mate
you are in for a sight...

Mr.Whitmore said:


Burning burning and stabbing too...
Whenches brews require my crew
You said and thought you were a pirate
but from the clouds and yonder see
A Chrystal Ball between your knees

No ship you have
or compass to lead
I fight a mirage...with Chrystal beads
I sailed to the north and to the south
you stayed put with no foot in mouth.

My monster waits and cannons too
The ants died while waiting for food.
I sail to port....with map in hand
to find the one in Southern land

She has this ball that sees me an him
I will ask her to guide from ships helm
Together we will sail the sea to the edge
When danger will come...near the ledge.

Rub your ball(ewww) with glossy mix
and ponder destination at your pick
I know you now...now you know
Your ship by mine...meant to tow

Alethia wrote:Bravo captain...your speech just blew me away...such passion..such potential..such....

welcome to your landing in another new world..your dreams are awakening to your greatest potential.

Right fellow dimensioners..this man is armed and dangerous..his weaponary has such an impact whereever he lands...be warned.....I have surrendered to his whitty..more ways..but I keep my plank handy...greased and ready...


Carry on captain...Nami oops alethia here.!

Reamsie wrote:

Memo

To: Mr. Whitmore

Re: Error of Stardate on Captain's Log

It is refreshing to know that even in Starfleet they still can't adjust to recording the new year correctly on official documents. However, this could be just a matter of the Starship Stream traveling through time to exactly one year ago. Please advise so that I know where we are and I can write the correct dates on my checks accordingly.

Moral Officer Reamsie


Thankyou....yes...time needs to catch up to our starship. We are...mostly from the past.....as you will see.

melodiccolor wrote:Star Trek Pirate wars, journeying, oh my! The ants dance....

Mr.Whitmore wrote:

melodiccolor wrote:Star Trek Pirate wars, journeying, oh my! The ants dance....

Hi Melodi.....from the seas they come!

melodiccolor wrote:

Mr.Whitmore wrote:

melodiccolor wrote:Star Trek Pirate wars, journeying, oh my! The ants dance....

Hi Melodi.....from the seas they come!

And you finally got to quote me!

Mr.Whitmore wrote:

melodiccolor wrote:

Mr.Whitmore wrote:

melodiccolor wrote:Star Trek Pirate wars, journeying, oh my! The ants dance....

Hi Melodi.....from the seas they come!

And you finally got to quote me!

Yes!

And again.....

ElizabethSwann wrote:Ahoy Captain. The sea ship has made land. The crew is very weary, but nothing a bit of rum can not sort out. It was a long journey but we made good time, guided across the oceans by the dolphins.

We have come ashore and will explore this new world.