‘V, 28, strong willed red head whose personal history looked as though it could parallel the end of human history, like being buried in man’s crap at the end of the world. So, when I realized I could move past it with a prolonged kiss from someone I liked, I thought, ya know if it’s that easy, hell, why not and look what you get in return! Remember; 'take your passion, and make it happen, Pictures come alive, now I'm dancing through my life. What a feeling....!!'

  I don’t miss all human Anne, because she’s still here plus so much more. I immediately asked Zenith if I could oversee the houses on the roof because of my love for growing house plants and herbs. Becoming a ‘V seemed like just a part of the job description. I had no idea! Speaking out to those who follow, it could be analogous to an adult having perfect memory of their childhood, of their thoughts, feelings, emotions, memories in vivid detail.

  So, I’m speaking as both a child and evolved human with a memory of those that intervened and tried to help.

  Never have I felt so capable, so able, so strong. Never have I felt so alive, so connected, so beautifully part of what we call the MESH. To feel the fine threads that form the Weave gives us the knowledge on how to mend it, increase it and maintain it. It speaks to us and we speak back. At first it was as though an invisible force guided my every movement while having a constant dialog. They understand in their own way that their home has been assaulted by an ill equipped caretaker and that a new one has taken over. They are grateful for the tenderness and love we show, our patience and long term vow of ministry as Guardians of the Mesh.

  I am the high priestess tending to my congregation in both the glass houses on the roof and continued landscaping around the Keep. Those that help me will one day become Guardians of a part of the MESH. We and other Pods on Earth, now, form the new consciousness that defines the sacred. Within the memory of others before us who faced a similar existential condition, we are beholden to the Oath of the Guardians of the MESH, hearts full of gratitude that this was given to us.

  The powers that evolve are those that give our species the ability for oversight, assuring that the natural laws of life be allowed full sway, that no species built artifact has any adverse effect and that any type of civilization is completely sustainable and renewable. We’re not just the Guardians but teachers, here to pass on this special knowledge to the human race, those who wish to stay human. We have a close bond with them, considering, rightly, that this first generation is a true hybrid form that share a genetic lineage.

  The Guardians don’t have a journal but keep a record of our progress stored within memory constantly added to along with our collective decisions. However, one of the founders of the Consortium, a member of the inner Core believes that we should, for human understanding, part of the bridging idea between races. We understand that as the Earth, our new home becomes a Sanctuary planet where others come for the lessons of Restoration, there will be multiple languages stored for translation so homo sapiens will be the first.

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  Access to all interpretations of our blueprint for the most harmonious transition from Meltdown to restoration given the resources and conditions on their planet, will be codified per other race technology, adaptations and reengineering included.

  The Guardians of the first Pods sprinkled across the planet, became guardians with the memory of their last one, transferred through vivid dream recollection. Also inherited enhanced serum, super spit and a unique pheromone that exudes from our pores while working with our fellow occupants of the MESH. It’s this that I’d like to record.

  Any human who gets within five feet of us during our passion of replanting the Earth, feels the effects of this pheromone and mistakenly falls in love with us. So, I’ve set down a few guidelines to prevent that from happening. But there is one who helps me who has never been close to me during those times, who I have read, loves me. I believe he loves the power I have over the growth of the plants and my appearance and the sound of my voice. I think he is in love with the movements I make while interacting with the plants and the configurations of my mouth as it collects and sprays my growth hormone, perhaps similar to a kiss. A kiss that I desire every day when I see him.

  Yes, even though he stays far enough away to not be affected chemically by me, his pheromones affect me. They are strong. It’s unusual for a human to have such an affect on a ‘V but it does happen, but rarely with a Guardian. It’s my choice to accept it and move on, understanding that my mission supersedes it or acknowledge it and have a partner in life. Humans understand that sharing bodily juices during the mating ritual is the first day of a six month long adjustment to a third strand in their DNA. They cannot stay human after bonding and bonding is essential.

  I have given this a month of non-thinking, away from it, compartmentalized him out of influence and last night I receive in a lucid memory what I needed to know so have neutralized it and decided to share with you what I decided.

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  ‘Hi.’

  ‘Hi?”

  ‘Come here.’

  ‘No.

  ‘No?’

  ‘You know why.’

  ‘I’ve vetted you and have decided.’

  He stood there for five minutes without moving! I understood what was going on so I said, ‘I’m sorry for taking so long. It’s just that the guardianship thing has me immersed and I didn’t think that I could…well, you know but I’ve changed my mind and really want to share life together. We’re on the cusp of something wonderful and I want to have the honor of sharing it with you. Come and join me as both a force of change and sexual partner. I guess I’m being so blunt because it took me so long and I’m sorry. I love you. Oh, I’m sorry again, I’ll come to you.’

  ‘He came.’

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  This is the vivid memory from last night. He was sitting on the huge pile of human junk that everyone calls Mt. Trashmore. In his minds eye, I saw him with a beautiful girl running barefoot through a field that stretched to a chain of mountains. They were laughing, sometimes falling and disappearing for minutes then popping back up and kissing each other over and over, than holding each other’s hands and running till they disappeared over a ridge. They were deeply in love. They were going to run all the way to the mountain and then crash and make love. They would get married the next day and then have a celebration with family and friends than move to her sacred place that she had discovered on a mountain island off West Africa and live the rest of their days. On the way, dry lightning developed but they kept running until she was struck. He stayed with her for two days than carried her back. That’s when he decided to join the resistance.

  The pain in his heart became my own.