Perhaps it was done out of a sense of demonstration

I think, someone somewhere will be able to remember and explain it.

Then I walked back to the vehicle, I can't find my microphone and can't really explain it very well without it. I'm walking to the car thinking about how I'm going to explain this when I can.  I ask myself, do I really need to explain this, surely someone remembers.

I reached the vehicle I find the microphone and realized, this stuff was never written down, it wasn't written down for a reason. I witnessed something that was assumed would be dismissed but I remembered. This was something that they did not write down.

I start thinking about it, what should I do with this, maybe I'm not supposed to talk about this.

My mind is filled with different kinds of rocks, different kinds of plant material and then things become super complicated when we go fishing.

I see him hold a fish, he is going to clean the fish, he holds the fish and tells me what is inside of the fish before he cuts it open. He is right every time. He's not saying he's going to find gold rings or diamonds or anything like that he just says what is in the fish and it is in the fish when he cuts it open.

This is a strange memory and it's triggered by what I remember as I began to precisely move the play head back and forth. I now have the ability to change the perspective in this memory and some of these thoughts I have not gone to in 40 years. I'm now a different person and when I move the play head back to these memories I begin to understand different things.

I've got a lot of things to think about. For some reason my mind is operating at a high degree of efficiency, perhaps it's the coffee, perhaps not, I couldn't say. But what I can say is my brain was working highly efficiently. I had a lot of things to think about and I needed to go do some old-school thinking tricks.

I have to gather up what I remember, organize it, and then sort through it. I have the ability to create what I call an imaginary gallery or hallway. I'm able to take different objects or elements and put them in a type of frame that renders their scale equal to all of the other elements.

For example, I can take a small pebble that has significance, put it in a frame and then put it on the wall inside of this gallery.  The pebble occupies a certain degree of space within the frame. I can take a large mountain and put it in the another frame in this gallery and it occupies the same space within the frame as the pebble.

So I've gathered all of the elements, or different types of herbs and plants and now we have animal parts, specifically fish controls. Fish guts.

Different colors of rock do different things in different textures within the rock do different things in different rocks are chosen for different reasons.

Now I'm going to have to change storytelling techniques. We Will call it protecting the ancestors.

It was a time before the long walk and it was a time before those that would force the walk ever knew of anything about this side of the planet. The people needed certain skill sets and so people that showed an ability for a certain skill or moved into that type of training. There was a unique skill set which was only called upon in times of great stress.

The people who worked within these concerns were kept secret and were only called out in matters of life and death and in times of war.

These people saw things in the earth which are very difficult to now describe. I choose to call them fields of energy. These fields of energy are quite unique and moving the directions. You could say there was a type of energy that invited healing and there was a type of energy that invited sickness. Once you see this type of energy you realize there was happiness and sadness and life and death and many forms of different kinds of energy that dwelt upon the earth with the men and women that walked upon it.

There was a chosen group who learned the art of moving the energy from certain places to certain other places. For instance if there was a sickness these chosen people knew how to make a type of channel or if you will a type of map for a specific kind of energy to follow or flow from one point to another.

So if someone was sick and it was important for them to be healed a person would be called to create a type of map so that if this healing energy past in the direction of the sick person it would be channeled into the sick person.

That was one type of knowledge that these forgotten people and their forgotten art possessed.

I'd trade a gallery and I've thrown all of these elements upon the wall. This gallery has unusual properties, besides scaling the objects I can control the lighting that falls upon each object. In this way I can study sets and pairs and other aspects of the elements in the gallery wall and at the same time study other dimensions about these elements.

I'm in a room and I've traded this gallery and I have all of these objects on the gallery wall. There's a woman who's going to start a movie about some high ground she works on or should I say works in.

She starts the movie and I realize I'm adjusting the lighting in my imaginary gallery and someone should adjust the lighting in this room so that the film could be easier seen by the audience. I think I should get up and adjust the lights and then I think it's not really my place. I'm still adjusting the lights in my imaginary gallery and I'm still thinking I should do something about the lighting in this room that is to say the room with the movie when the woman showing the movie comes over and adjust the lights. Some would say that's a small thing, I know better.

She does this and I think about the energy my mind is moving and I move to a certain element on the wall that had properties that the one who showed me would not fully explain.

What was told me was I was to exercise great caution if I was ever to gather these types of rocks. I'm going to call them gray rocks because they were gray. I didn't know why I need to exercise caution when gathering these rocks until he said stop and look. I looked, and immediately wanted to climb a tree. That's kind of the magic of this gray rock.

The legend of the ghost warriors

The time had come to wage war and so the magic ones were called to prepare the Warriors. They would talk among themselves and then go out into the earth to collect the materials they needed to gather.

To create a ghost warrior they would collect gray rocks with unusual properties. There were different kinds of gray rocks some had streaks of black within it and others contained different forms of other types of rocks. When they were creating a ghost warrior the gray rocks had to have or possess a certain property. The property of a certain type of dust.

Now there were fish in the land of these ghost warriors and the fish would behave in different ways at different times of the year. Different fish would be gathered for different types of warfare in any varying season. The fish would be cut open and within the fish a type of mucus would exist. The ones with the knowledge would gather the fish and remove the organs which had the mucus that was needed to create the magic of the ghost warrior.

They would then grind the gray rock until it made a fine dust sometimes it was as fine as talcum powder. The Warriors bodies would be covered in the mucus gathered from these fish organs, even their hair. Then the dust would be scattered about their body. Sometimes the keepers of this knowledge would create a cloud of gray dust and have the ghost warrior walked through the dust. When the ceremony was complete these warriors which were once men were now ghosts. Only the whites of their eyes gave them away, they were invisible.

They would climb trees and they would hide in other rocks and carefully balance themselves on various rock ledges with their weapons at the ready. When the enemy approached the ghost warriors were invisible and they could release their weapons and the send on the enemy killing the mall before the enemy could ever see the ghost warriors.

This is why you must exercise great caution with gray rocks. I would imagine there would be a couple of more reasons if I were to tell you all of the story.

Gray rocks are between heaven and hell, good and evil, life and death. You gather gray rocks when you need to work within this type of energy.

You must exercise great caution with the gray rocks that make the ghost powder.

NOTE:  I actually consider this to be an important story so I did a reread and a small degree of rewrite in the upper part of the story. I became fatigued and stopped and I believe it's best that I post or render the thing as it is without further correction. If I don't, ill never know what I've written, unless you're a demon, luckily for you there a lot of demons about, or so you think.