Starzdust - Chapter 5 - Part 1

By Marty Boyle

Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion
By Marty Boyle

(Galactic Archangel Orion and Soul continue their remarkable journey, and on this stop, speak with a remarkable spirit.)

Chapter 5, Part 1

          Quickly, I got my bearings and opened my eyes. After first checking to ensure that Orion hadn’t abandoned me, I gazed around the area, with an eye out for any roving cackles of hungry hyenas. None in sight. We appeared to be in a lush, beautiful setting. Tree branches danced in the slight breeze, and a riot of colorful flowers gently reached toward the sun; the sky was pristine blue. I sighed deeply, grateful that once again, all was right in my world.
Suddenly, I remembered Zeta and the question I had asked, and the answer he had never given. A rush of Fear threatened to engulf me, but I knew I had to put the knowledge and wisdom I had been learning to the test. I consciously worked on releasing it. I am grateful. I am learning. I am grateful. I am learning. I am grateful. I am learning. I swiped at the remnants of tears on my cheeks, and turned to the galactic archangel.
          “Zeta didn’t answer my last question, Orion. Was that desecrated planet Earth?” I held my breath, knowing the impact of his reply.
          Orion smiled gently. “Would it really make any difference in your mind if I identified the planet’s name? Say, would you be happier if you were told that it was not Earth? All that devastation? The entire planet destroyed with all the living beings who called it home? Obliterated?” He paused. “A far more compassionate question would be What can we do to prevent it from happening again?”
          My stomach soured with shame. “I’m sorry, Orion. You’re right. It’s that human part of me that wants to keep my world safe. The more Zeta spoke, the more I became invested in that planet, so I can’t begin to imagine the grief Zeta and those working for its survival feel about the desecration. So much loss. But, it’s not only a horrendous tragedy for that planet and its inhabitants, but for all of us, even if we knew nothing about it – its life or its death.” I paused. “What can be done … er, …what can I do to prevent it from happening again?”
          A deep, gentle voice seemed to flow through me: “As is all creation, you are greatly loved just as you are – not as you wish yourself to be.” I spun around, anxious to meet my next guide, but saw only the vibrant woods. My attention was suddenly drawn to a towering ancient oak tree. I watched, spellbound, as a shimmering began at the top of the tree and moved to its base. A very tall, slender being emerged from the tree, itself, and began to move toward us. I watched his progress with excitement, for I had always held a special love for trees.
          Like the ancient, towering oak, the being was very tall; it looked to be at least 20’ tall. His face and body were elongated. He had a narrow, deeply lined face, thick, gray hair, which flowed down his back, a long, thick gray beard, a matching thick gray mustache, and small, piercing black eyes. I could see a mouth under the bushy mustache, but hair covered what might have been his ears. His nose appeared to be a knot in his wooden body. Not surprisingly, his coloring was that of an oak – soft brown, aged with streaks of gray. Tree branches provided arms, and rather than walk, he seemed to float several inches off the ground. I was speechless – not only by his physical size, but the massive power and grace emanating from him. At last he stood before us, smiling widely and wrinkling even more broadly.
          Orion returned the smile and reached out to embrace him. “Tree Spirit, I have missed your gentle soul and wise counsel. It is always good to renew our deep friendship.”
   “Greetings, Archangel Orion! It is good to see you again, as well. Thank you for including me on your journey.” The ancient spirit’s gaze left Orion and settled on me, his black eyes twinkling. “And it appears you have brought a visitor to our beautiful refuge.” He leaned toward me, extending an arm in greeting. “I am known as Tree Spirit. Pray, by what name are you known?”
          Without even a hint of fear, I reached out and placed both of my hands on the branch. Before I had a chance to answer, Orion replied, “While this visitor may not yet know or understand this, she is representing humanity for our journey today. As such, I believe you can universally address her as I do: Soul.”
          “Soul, it is, then.” As I gently released my hand, he asked, “And have you learned many things thus far on your journey, Soul?”
           I craned my neck and nodded, but when the spirit realized that his height was a challenge for me, he slowly began to shrink. Once he reached Orion’s size, he stopped.
          “Better?”
          I smiled and nodded. “Much better, thank you. Tree Spirit, I am grateful that you agreed to speak with me today.” I glanced back at the angel. “As Orion said, I had no idea that I was representing anyone, let alone all of humanity on this journey. I have to admit that hearing that makes me very nervous and emotional.” I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Taking a deep breath, I continued, “If what Orion says is true, I would like to state for the record that I am a rather mediocre representative of humanity.”
          Tree Spirit spoke. “Mediocre, eh? We’ll address that, but for now, let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Immediately, two beautiful park benches appeared. Tree Spirit motioned for me to take the bench that was festooned with lovely, soft cushions and pillows. I giggled and sat down, falling into luxurious comfort. On the bench facing me, sat one galactic archangel and one devic realm spirit, smiling at my delight. I sighed with contentment, and marveled at this unbelievable opportunity. I suddenly realized that my soul yearned to understand so much more. I opened my mouth to speak, but Tree Spirit held up a branch arm. When I nodded, he began.
           “Earth is the most difficult classroom in the Universe for returning souls. As such, humans here are greatly admired by all of us. We understand that some days, it takes tremendous courage and resilience for humans just to get out of bed and face their daily challenges. But more importantly, it takes tremendous courage and love to come to Earth at this juncture, whether or not you realize it. Even if you are unaware of your soul contract made before this incarnation, if you are alive now, you have answered the call from the Universe to help Gaia and humanity heal and prepare to make the shift.”
           The tree spirit leaned toward me, and his eyes twinkled with what I could only describe as Divine Love. “Let’s talk about mediocre. First of all, all humans are equally precious. You may wish to think of Gaia as a massive, exquisite chain, with each link representing a Divine creation, including humans. As I believe you say in your vernacular, A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Does great wealth strengthen that chain? Worldly position and power? Great talent or fame?” I shook my head, but I had no idea where he was going with this allegory. “It’s what is inside the chain that determines the strength of it, not the outside trappings. Today, we’re going to talk a bit about how to help each chain link strengthen in order to protect the chain’s survival, as well as that of all the links.” He paused. “Let’s get back to you and your beautiful humanity. You said you are nervous. Why?”
           I stumbled, trying to find the words. “It scares me that I might mess this up, when the information is so desperately needed.” I paused and gazed at Orion. “Of all the humans you could have visited, why me?”
“We talked about this earlier,” the archangel reminded me, “but I understand that given what you have just learned, it would be prudent to repeat it. It’s simple. I visit countless humans, but as for why you specifically, you prayed to better understand, and God put your request in my in-box. You/your chain link is just as critical to the health of the chain as anyone else. It’s sometimes challenging to remember that during difficult times, but trust me. You – and the rest of humanity – are exactly where you are supposed to be, surrounded by the people with whom you have chosen, doing what you are to be doing, hopefully, remaining on your path.” He paused. “It is critical that you understand what I am about to say. You – and the rest of humanity – are greatly loved because of your humanity, not despite it. Soul, you can’t mess this up. Just continue to expand your heart and mind, and Trust that it is all unfolding as it must.” He paused a long moment, his exquisite, cosmic eyes probing mine.
      “We have a great deal to discuss before I answer your question about the identity of that desecrated planet.” When Orion paused, I quickly nodded and sat up, somehow knowing this was why we had come to this peaceful refuge.
      “Let’s start with Mother Earth – Gaia. She is a beautiful, powerful, highly intelligent, living, sentient being…”
      “Sentient?”
      “Able to perceive or feel.”
       My eyes widened. “Gaia can perceive and feel?”
       Tree Spirit nodded and continued Orion’s train of thought. “Gaia is highly proficient at balancing negativity, but the negativity on your planet has skyrocketed, to coin a human phrase. Add that high level of negativity to the damage done to Gaia, and we knew she was in trouble. Remember, a call went out into the Universe to come help her, and many, many souls responded. Some came to educate humanity, others came to actively work to stop the destruction, and some came simply to be.” When I looked confused, he continued. “Their mission was to mingle with humanity, spreading Love
and positive energy. It’s rather like lighting one candle, which can then light the next, and so on, but as opposed to the power of lighting candles, these beings were using Divine Love and Peace. The hope was that a Divine Domino Effect might occur.”
       “And did it?”
       “That answer will also come later, Soul.” Orion nodded at Tree Spirit, who continued.
        “As Zeta reminded you, before incarnation, humanity pledged to be stewards of the Earth. Of Gaia. But once onto the earth plane with all of its negativity and denseness, far too many souls forgot this pledge, and struggled just to survive the physical planet, rather than spread Love and thrive.”
        Tree Spirit waved his branch arms and suddenly, another large screen appeared in front of us, playing a video of sorts. It was gut wrenching and graphic – massive barges dumping plastic and trash into the oceans, as well as showing its deadly consequences on sea life. Tears began to stream down my face. I saw woodland and jungle creatures trying to flee for their lives in order to escape human’s deadly chainsaws, destroying their habitats for profit. I witnessed deforestation of the Amazon rain forest, which provides a great deal of the world’s oxygen, as well as a multitude of plants that could have been formulated into medicine for humanity. More tears fell as I watched baby creatures ripped from their mothers to sell in the world-wide exotic pet trade. I saw humans killing animals, not for food, but for sport, and toxins dumped into rivers and lakes, compromising the water supply. I wept as I saw beautiful, majestic elephants slowly and painfully dying from massive infections after poachers had viciously sliced off their tusks for ivory.
         Suddenly, the film ended, and the screen faded from view, but my tears continued into sobs. Tree Spirit smiled sadly.
         “Soul, I believe you have seen enough, although that was only the beginning of the human atrocities against Gaia and its realms.” He paused, waiting for me to compose myself.
         “Think of Gaia as a massive ecosystem. Simply, she must remain balanced or she cannot exist. Gaia’s elementals – the devic realm, of which I am a part – have tremendously critical tasks in our own individual domains, but one sacred mission we share is to balance Gaia. As the human population expanded, and forests were razed, far too many humans showed little regard to help maintain that precarious balance, and as such, the situation grew more grave. Across the globe, many species are gone, or endangered, but conservation efforts are generally too little, too late, performed by too few. Global wars with their hatred and desecration have had a devastating effect on Gaia. And, as you are aware, climate change is overwhelming many parts of your planet, and the evidence is everywhere.”
     “What is the truth about climate change?” I asked. “Is it all down to humanity and the terrible choices we have made, and are still being made? Is it part of a cyclical Earth pattern, or a part of something bigger? Something spiritual?”
       “Excellent question, Soul,” replied the spirit, “but it is complex. While it is true that Gaia moves through natural cyclical warming and cooling patterns over her lifetime, Humans need to personally accept that they have played a significant part in Gaia’s imbalance. While some nations are serious about being proactive in protecting Gaia, far too many others view this beautiful planet – both on your planet, itself, or in outer space around it – as their personal dumping grounds. And while those physical activities have played a part in affecting Gaia’s health, far more devastating has been the toxic negativity of the humans on Gaia.”
       “Humans and all of God’s creations – from the largest whale to the smallest blade of grass – are interconnected, but communicate on different frequencies. Most humans have forgotten that deep universal Spirit connection that binds us all together as One.”

(Excerpt from Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion © Marty Boyle 2023. All Rights Reserved. The book and the podcast link can be found on my website,
https://www.martyboyle.com   Podcast also available on Apple Podcasts and Spotify.)

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