The Prince walked for most of the afternoon eating berries and roots thinking of the happenings that occured. He comes upon a small embankment of rocks that he easily traverses and, as the sun's golden rays light the countryside, he discovers a battlefield of death. Many of his kind lay dead, most likely resistors, sprikled with a few whites. Normally he would look for any injured of his kind and see if he could save them or sing for them with a warrior's death. Torture and kill any living whites or our enemies. Everyone appears dead then suddenly a few moans can be heard in the distance so The Prince walks uneasily towards the noise. He comes upon a scene of three warriors, two of his kind, all laying upon large boulders.

"What is this dream I live? What evil could bring me here? The smell of death and blood now makes me sick where once it made my blood thick. My thoughts are filled with visions of death. Horror has stolen my breath. My Great Spirit and father above, how can you let this be? Sweet life and love has been lost, what is the cost? What have we lost? I shed confusion upon my words, why should I care? Does it mean so much to stop your breath, where do we go from here?
Born a prince of the land we now stand upon, crushed some souls and watched them die. I look upon my soul and fing large fissures. Upon that thought I shed a tear for every torn soul that I have took. I beg you Father, wake me up. This dream has become to much".

The Prince then gazes upon a very young boy of his kind, his dark, oily hair tied with ribbon and seashells. He kneels next to the boy, holds the magic rose on his forehead, chants a while and becomes quiet.

"Look at this, this just a babe, so full of life. Tears fill my eyes, what strife. Could he not have a path like mine? He could love waterfalls, owls and roses alike. he could be me, he could be me! There is no honor in killing a babe so I send a gentle touch his way, so his soul may find a home and so he knows there is no payment for crimes to the soul".

The Prince walks to another of his kind and recognizes this young man, a childhood friend. This chant is very sad and even longer.

"What is this my eyes perceive? A face from the past, oh my. Let me see for better or worse, show me your secrets and lies".

The Prince carefully wipes the blood and dark, oily hair from the young man and instantly recognizes him as an old friend and chants again.

"Is it truely you my friend? Can fate be so cruel? This horrible dusty, lonely path has brought me my friend from my home. We rolled around as youth time friends and here you lay dead and mangled. We'd sneak out and play games, what joy. We once locked arms and vowed us as friends, now you lay dead at my feet".

He stands up and stretches his arms wide apart.

"I will cease this fight with all my might! Come to me, my Father's enemies. I will crush your backs! I will not end till all are dead. I grow weary and tired of war, I want more more, I want more".

The rage was rising when the white soldier began to moan; who looks just like a very pale Ramtha. The Prince thought at that very moment he would begin to skin all the white flesh, all while keeping him alive or maybe he'd see how long he could stay alive without eyelids. As he his gazes upon the white and is to commence the torture, his rose falls upon the soldier. He stops suddenly and weeps.

(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help me, help me.
(The Prince)
Please do not strife sweet life, what is your need?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...
(The Prince)
Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. You heart still beats so I can love. Tell me swift dear brother, what can I do?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...Kill....Thee. On our most sacred vow, have mercy on thine soul. End my life and end this fight. Kill me swift, kill me swift...
(The Prince)
This vulgar vow I no longer serve. How can I be true and end this fight if all we do is loose our might? You ask me to end your sight, this I cannot do. I must treasure life and love so knowledge will one day be mine. Let my invisible hands touch and caress, stay with me moment longer, so we may live and learn so you may see before you go.

The Prince begin a special chant that makes him sweat. He places the rose on the soldiers forehead and makes a tea to ease his death pains.

(The Prince)
Brother and enemy, hear me well. Your time is short so open your eyes for better view. Raise yourselfand you will find love. Gaze upon my love and take it to all, learn a tale of peace. Rage and war are not solutions. Learn this lesson fast, as you stand upon Death's wing.

Ramtha-Soldier looks deeply into the rose and then to The Prince and smiles, then dies.

(The Prince)
It is a hard thing to do, throwing off life's chains. I take my love and fill your heart, gently touching your spirit. This dream I live is a strange one indeed; death and love doing battle. Rages ensue by a war based on greed. I grow weary and tired of war.
There is a hero inside me. He will never die and always fly high so I must walk this lonely, path of dust. Find my fate.
Rest well gentle warrior, rest well. Our failures have no weight, we longer flee. Listen to our lessons, increase our sight and might. I will continue our fight to keep our sweet love. to teach all to fly high and never, never die.

The Prince then continues his journey knowing that his kind should not be found at this scene and someone was bound to come look for the whites. He walks off to find a quiet spot to set up camp because night was upon him. A short time later Ramtha awakens himself and the others and begin a chant and dance to welcome his new relations to the other side. As they dance the many sleeping spirits awaken and join in until they are cast unto the Sky leaving only a smiling and sweaty Ramtha.

The young prince is awakened to the early morning and a forest exploding with life. The sun was beaming over head so he assumed it was time to continue his forced trip. He moves mightily across his little path through the forest and begins to talk to his environment.

"Here I am, body and soul. I thank the dream that brought me back; life, how precious it is. I'm glad to be alive, breathing and stinking. How should such as I die in such a fashion? Life, how precious it is. Soldiers must be made with coal, allowed to see in two colors, black and white. Life, how precious it is. Within my precious pool I sank so I thought of life and death at once. I searched my memoir's tank and found moments of early breath. There's my mother, my youth time warden; with love in hand burned my heart making me stronger and fit. I think of brothers and sisters of mine. My heart burned by there fire, sitting and sizzling, hoping and hurting. I still love them my special way, regardless of discomforts or pain. I'm not bad! I spend time building and not breaking down. I love with no boundries and care without limits. Why did my waterfall try to kill? Why does my family hate? I want to go home and back to my pain. Why won't you wake me now? Why my Lord, why?"

Once again the phantom named Ramtha emerges from the forest as if answering the questions from the young tortoured man.

(Ramtha)
Dear friend and brother to thee, what love I find for you. Grovel in self-pain and pity alike. Run home sweet dove, run home. Life will get harder and harder for you, what will you do? what will you do? Stay and live a life with hurt? Travel a broken path of dust? No! If your eyes are open wide, the spirits will set you free, bestowing a gift of life and love. With these tools upon your belt, you can fix thine path sturdy traveler. You can fly high and never, never die.
(The Prince)
All I want is to find my sweet love. Tell my Spirit, where does it lay? I have strength and many goals and can crush the backs of many men. Yet my heart holds true to you, my fair Lord. This place seems so far from love and war wake me up, I've gone much to far.

The young Prince picks up a stone and thinks of throwing it but instead admires its beauty. He observes its color and wonders how old it is or if it fell from the Great Sky.

(Ramtha)
In your hand a stone you hold, I pray it cause a flash. To make your mind look deep and wide. So you may fly to my side and never meet death. With love in hand, be bold young traveler and never, never die.

Ramtha does a pattern of flowing movements and then touches the rock and it turns into a rose. The Prince is amazed and believes a miracle has occured and begins a chant and dance and Ramtha joins him. They become filled with the Spirit and stop dancing and singing from exhaustion. The Prince looks deeply into the rose while Ramtha's form begins to slowly change.

(The Prince)
I've finally found a special spot. The places roses sleep and eat. Each step I didn't take, took moments away from this precious bud I've waited for. My spirit sent invisible hands to find a cherished soul like this, what love. If I think of thoughts so pure I'll fly away from pains of earth. If you look upon my soul, be gentle and caring. As if upon a cue, my eyes! My eyes! Glimpse this beautiful bud, it yawns for me, showing its true potential.

As The Prince gazes upon his flower, he suddenly notices Ramtha walk up to him. Ramtha's form has now changed into a giant barn owl.

(The Prince)
Who are you?!
(Ramtha-Owl)
Who.......are.....you? Who, Who.

Ramtha-Owl flies closer to his friend but The Prince is startled by this and drawns his blade.

(The Prince)
Tell me twice, who are you?
(Ramtha -Owl)
Who are you to hold such sword gainst a fowl of fright? Who are you to strike such chord, wisdom is what you will gain this night. Fly with me this night young prince. There is much to gain, increase thine might! Who are you to not heed words? Stop! Use thine eyes and increase thine sight!
(The Prince)
This such a dream an owl I might find. tell me phantom of my dreams, what would best my cause?

Ramtha-Owl hops even closer.

(Ramtha-Owl)
First I would look deep within myself, find Who I am. Then I would look for places unknown, just to come back to find more. Tell me Prince, what would you do if all places were known? How do you make life so hard? Go on young Prince, find thine face! Go on and be more and more. Remember, know honor and love as if they were kin. Live larger than life, sweet dove. Fly high with me this night young prince so to never, never die.

The Prince embraces the owl and suddenly the lage bird silently flies away with a loving hoot.

(The Prince)
Wise owl of my dream, you know me so well, oh why? A soldier no more I may be. A killer of lands no longer. I pray your keen eyes will aid my flight. I thank you with all I have left and will keep moving along this path. Why do I still deam? Wake me up my Lord, wake up! Wake up!

The Prince continues his trek.

i gazed upon the night's first star and breathed in life one deep breath at a time. all that i gaze upon within this place that we created have sought me out, as i have sought them; perhaps for a millennia or more. remember my wonderful, glorious Wendi when we soared amongst the clouds within the clutches of our deadly love game or as peafowl and you the bejeweled one. deep compassion and daring thrills are what has always kept you coming back and with such incarnations as you felt was required; i ask you now to fly higher than ever, love with more passion-if that is possible-and fill the large voids between us and in this world with your love. let your bright light heal them and make them happy with unlimited thinking.
much love,
Rob

mood: happy music: I ching

My sweetest of sweets, Kelli Ann i reach out my arms to stroke your hand. We shared a deep love deeper than deep with me as a woman and you as a man. Your flowing blonde hair wisped along with your steed and we made such wonders come true for you. It's often that paths cross here and from there but remeber my sister the memories of your man. Please send an invisible hug my way for the woman inside me that loved this man and causes this message from us to the down that causes this message form us to the down.

Much Love, Rob

When you take that mistaken step and stumble upon a very dark, lonely place; please know I'm with you. Use your invisible eyes to see my brightest light to hold and nurture you, always telling you that you are deeply loved for simply staying and being. We claw our way out from the deep hole dug up from our past and watch as many more take their place. We embrace and I grow wings and we fly high up into the heavens looking for a safe place to land but aware always that this path contains irony and truths hidden well for us to find, what love. Know this well masters good and bad, my love for you is absolute and unwavering and we must always remember our purpose for being. Be aware of our dark pits and I shall give you wings so we can fly upon the wind and laugh at the thought of the time we would fall into those pits.

Much Love,
Rob

Dearest Brother how does your spirit sing and your limbs dance upon the wind? He, who came upon us some four thousand years minus two ago, knew his story and chose to play a part in my legacy, embraced our Father and suffered the like i shall never know; because of love. His pain unbearable and seemingly eternal, He broke due to momentary madness and this lesson became poignant to us both. We embrace with invisible hands and share our love without care. He tells me He is like the loud noise that cracks the strongest ice that creates an avalanche and i need not be as loud because i am his avalanche; He saved me from his pain because of his love. It is his love that keeps us going, it is his love.

I had a dream the other night that I was a farmer and deep lover of the land. After the bluest of moons I had an idea that I would cross pollinate many plants with my blood. I drained many pints and fed their roots all of spring and summer and they ate well and grew, I gave them such love and in a dream within a dream they asked me what I wanted with this world, because they could do it, they knew they could and they did. The very next day they had dug deeply and around the entire Earth with my purpose, protect our world and ensure love. They sprouted all at once and destroyed buildings and everything that hurt the land while always protected the living-even the mean ones. These plants gave everyone free food and water. They would form into shelter for anyone and transport you anywhere in the world for free and ideas became directed to where they should be and my plant even helped us conquer the stars. It hurt me deeply to see many fight me and dominate me. I hold them in place, sometimes rock them lovingly to sleep, until I know they won't hurt anyone but I think it is going to take a very long time to change them, if never, so I will love them deeply from a far distance and hope one day that they will see my gift and the many givin before. I think I'll call my seed John, it's a strong name.

We played a game of red light, green light at the beginning of this incarnationed multiverse. To make this happen we made the stuff of us move faster than the fastest ray of light, "how does this happen?" we thought. Well we told the stuff of us to become even smaller and faster and then ever smaller and faster because everything must relatively be at this multiverses size between 1 to the negative 43rd second and 1 to the negative 35th second: after we all thought green light but then very quickly thought red light and the tiny pices of us slowed down and became the ray of light we started as which was the only way to make things work the way we wanted them to. The gravitational forces created by our love collapsed all this is so it could rest on the tip of the tiniest needle and race out and move at the the sound of green was fun indeed, yes it was.

Remember well my loves and tender ones, remember. The moment we became us and you became you, the love shared by us made it happen; the slowing of things after a moment of unlimited speed. The she over there that was a he and a she three times four before, she helped me with the laws of physics and the he that was a she six time twelve minus two; he made the sweetest of flowers-oh what a mind-they have forgotten their stories as have most everyone. Please remember my sweet loves and tender ones, remember our moment of making and the many more we can still conceive and the children-they have not forgotten our story-I listen often to their songs, I do listen.

mood: enthralled music: Burn it Blue

Just last night I had a dream that a tree spoke to me, not just any tree and in spoken speech but rather my very own tree and with rustles of its leaves it conversed. She spoke of tales that her kind were definitely in desporate danger all the while assuring her that our castaway dreamland was safe from these people and we embraced. We both agreed that as we sit we are small and insignificant but we both agree that when these assailants on her kind come to their senses we will be there to love them and nurture them back to health.
Rob

i say to you my powerful masters, on this day or any other, that you find the song that moves your heart. Then you will look around for your abound, high up from which all can see your gentle song of continuance and love. Clear the voice and stand up tall so to touch their souls but what if your loving folk do not understand or comprehend you tender song for love? Simply sing songs and one day they will understand but until that day let the wind carry your voice because he always loves the songs.

mood: amused music: Brother Iz

i awoke today thinking thankful thoughts because i know love.
She is the sweetest smell and no matter how far away, we hold hands. When did i find this treasure you ask? When i looked deeply into my image and saw through me, to the other side, then looked skyward where i knew i came from. Then she came and sought me out and i knew what to do. Love her and remember.

mood: thoughtful music: Global Underground

As i enjoy doing most monday mornings, i call my older sister to wish her a great day and much love. She actually was getting ready to go to court with her troubled ex-husband and the father of my neice. She is trying to get back all the money he owes her and i felt so good to add my energy to hers and remind her of my work "releasing the rose princess" in whish a foresee a release from this controlling, insecure person and an empowerment to her. i then read her my big fish journal and i think she's ready to deal with the devil himself...oh what a powerful woman.

mood: concerned music: brother iz

Tonight i saw Tim Buton's movie Big Fish and found the movie to possess potent metaphors for my life. i nearly wept out loud at the end as the son releases his father into eternity and he accepts his father, with all his faults and keeps his memory alive. My life is filled with a weave-like pattern of stories and to be honest my past and its members are as mysterious as the ones in the movie. If my fantasies and reality where to mix they would become Burton's movie and he's done this to me in a nightmare before Christmas (which remains my favorite movie os all time)-i have been him for Halloween since the movie came out. sometimes i wish life would follow Hollywood rules and really create closure to past crimes and resolve in a misty wooden swamp.
working on a new piece about the letter a for an art contest and a tribute to my main man, William H. Morris. it's tiny 16"x20" and should take no time at all...right. so much pattern work that i hope i don't make people blind. 3 patterns, an African grey parrot, an African pigmy hawk and Apollo butterflies. we'll see.

mood: charging up music: death in vegas

Still working on play....

Lost in a Dream
by Robert Robie

Wandering through the early morning light of the deep forest, a heavily muscled Native American prince trudges along his small dirt path. His warrior eyes speak of dispare and fatigue.

"Wake up, Wake up. I've not dreamt a dream of esctasy, I've made work the blood that courses through. Help your son, Father Sky. You've let your own fail and burn. I've fought a fight to end all wars. Now please upon my princely throne, set down family comforts and family bones. My father's land stretched far and wide, responsibility slows down our eathly tide. Upon this path lies my disdain, hoping to not live long upon this plane. A million men and me are fleeing due to a crease in my mortal being. An idea of warriors, faith and blood seem distant and far, so far away. Wake up, Wake up.
I've been put upon a path of foes, we've lost our fight and my bloodline woes. Help you house, oh dear Lord. You bring us to your higher throne to be defeated and bleed on your step".

He falls to his knees, pulls out his dagger and holds it to his abdomen.

" I still live and breathe and stink, my life bleeds soon to be extinct. Father, forgive my earthly flaws. Fill me with strength and your laws".

The warrior begins to sing his death song when out of the brush a tall, regal male figure materializes from a breeze. This figure is dressed with flowing robes and he moves as if the wind. The warrior has no sense of this figure, making one think that this elongated man is a phantom. The tall figure approaches the warrior in an unheard loving gesture.

(Tall Figure)
"Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. Loyal brethren, split from the same womb are we. We both sing songs from princely places, our paths formed from changeless changes and now we may exist within this path. Born a king of kings am I, crushed some souls and watched them die. Whence I looked upon my soul, large cracks were found; then my mind found its cue and my spirit healed its wounds. I soared the skies so high above, my spirit filled with love. I wished upon a midnight star and became the wind. I look upon a priceless prince, his soul moves with lines that make him live, twisted love; tarnished wonderment, sweet dove. Have care imposing on thine potential, lift your spirits for better view. Release your senses and care for your blood. Raise yourself, rise up, rise up".

The young warrior stops his death ritual and looks about sensing the tall figure but not seeing him.

(The Prince)
"Seeing without looking, knowing without learning; these thoughts do hurt. Having other thoughts of unknown places, having friends with unseen faces".

(Tall Figure)
Share this fancy flight, young master,; let the universe be explained-by your own self. Answer your own questions dear boy, with love in all come fly and never die".

The Prince rises off his knees.

(The Prince)
An aloneness fills my soul. I wish upon the night's first star to set my goal and not stray to far; what love this gentle path I follow. Again I look above and search for my bloodlines' constellation of love-the love set aside for me, it's gone.What emptiness enters in, what shame. Self torture again slithers in, we embrace, my blood feels heavy. Now this feeling doubles on, what heartland injustices gather on? My army has been crucially crushed and i walk upon this path of dust. I look within a time ago; a time of my early youth. There is my father sitiing atop his steed, how glorious. My heart opens its arms eagerly only to be met by hooves and dirt. To miss something never achieved, what a dream. Wake yourself, wake up, wake up.

(Tall Figure)
My heart, my heart. Sweet prince why do your troubles, trouble you? You have not dreamt a dream of esctasies. You have made work the blood that coarses through. Keep your blood and clear thine mind, open yon doors and there you will find more. Paths will form so you may go; to find what you want. Open thine senses and listen.

The phantom extends his hand, palm up, ahead and waves it across his body and suddenly the faint sounds of a waterfall can be heard. The Prince moves towards it and seems excited.

(The Prince)
Drip drops. Calm upon the family, hot honey- incredible leaps of pain fill my offices until, silky softness. The was a soul has that incredible curve. My lips lonely and waiting, the difference between moments and eternity is lost. So i straighten and have thoughts of pink and blue. What is this new thing I feel? Pray my thick skin will peel. Gentle drops of love cause me to soar. forgotten troubles and family pain have no power and make no gain.

(Tall Figure)
Yon boy asks questions from the heart. How easily swane from grey to blue. Stay on thine path sturdy traveler. Stay for the day when eyes meet no thers land, so conquer this land with love and pride. Gentle clouds converge upon the pallet. The wind which is I, Ramtha, so gently cools thine face. Life is beauty and love. Come fly and never, never die.

(The Prince)
Thunder shudder stagger. My heart has trouble walking its certain way. These feelings, they grow, glorious pain. What is this, can it be love? I wish upon morning's first light that this be true and end my fight. I grow weary and tired of war, Iwant more. I want more.

The young man runs off to be with his waterfall. He begins to swim in the pool below the falls and dives under the water. He seems at peace when a great undertow catches him and begins to suck him into an underwater cave. Being a strong man he thinks it easy to escape at first and then realizes that his life is in trouble. He claws the bottom of the pool and at the last moment finds a root strong enough to hold him. His breath begins to fail him and large black spots begin to dance in his view. He then summons the last of his strength to move ahead clasping roots and begins to escape the pull of the undertow. He barely breaks the surface in time to gasp his deepest breath ever. He falls to the ground.

(The Prince)
I've walked so far to see me lying so sophisticated and straight. Small clusters of flowers grow where I stood and they quickly die. My land is barren, this path so desolate. For something to enter the land I call my own, it seems so comfortable. Now please leave. Why can'y I leave? It came upon my broken path and fixed it with its broken tools, so run away with my dreams, run away. It's like I'm lost in a dream.

The prince falls into a sobbing sleep.

End of Act 1

What a day. Sitting in the garage waiting for the Camaro and watching the minutes pass by as my first day of school flew by and 4 hours later and three times more money things are better. The interesting thing was sitting in the shop one could easily notice the intense vibes so I told people that understanding Winnie the Pooh was what we needed to do and instantantly everything diffused. Being happy and grateful for all in life, good in bad, is what that silly little bear teaches us. It was a funny little day.

I began "Lost in a Dream" in 1997 while friends with very spiritual people; one of whom channeled Ramtha. He seemed the perfect character for my musical. While researching Ramtha for my newest art project I came across a medium that is the legal channeler of Ramtha and has a shool in Seattle. While her teachings seem very much like that of my dear friend I'm sure Ramtha has a deep laugh at the prospect of being "legal". Much of my life has bben deeply affected by Ramtha as well God's other voices; I plan to give them all my artistic attention. I sent the Seattle people Ramtha's introduction from the play in which he is trying to disuade a Native American prince from committing suicide:

(Lost in a Dream scene1)
Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody
Loyal brethren, split from the same womb are we.
We both sing songs from princely places
Our paths formed from changeless changes
and now we may exist within this path.
Born a king of kings am I
Crushed some souls and watched them die
whence I looked upon my soul,
Large cracks were found,
Then my mind found its cue and my spirit healed its wounds
I soared the skies so hogh above, my spirit filled with love
I wished upon a mighdnight star and became the wind

Ramtha seems to teach oneself of their power and knowledge of this world and their unlimited possibilities.

Well this is my very first blog, wow. I just finished my new website update for Bertcha- Winter Solstice Queen, www.robertrobie.com and finished emailing someone about my next project. It's for the literary art show for ebsq+ having to do with Indian liturature. My first choice was my good friend Ramtha and I have been wanting to further the progress of illustrationing my play "Lost in a Dream" (the last scene is illustrated as "Releasing the Corn Mother" in my portfolio already) and finishing it.