From the Desk of George Barnard
May 30, 2008.
A little over 15 years ago, when in dire need of help and advice, I
met up with a Morontia Companion a barely 3-feet-in-height genius
from another world. Only momentarily did I manage to look him in the
eyes to magically learn much about him. He instantly became
a dear friend, but not until yesterday did I finally meet up with him
again, to learn about the plight of one of our mortal brothers recently
passed on, sadly, by his own hands.
Morontia Companions are the numerous Translators, sometime Tour Guides,
and everyday Teachers of the Mansion Worlds. There are not many of these
clever, long-lived creatures on this world, but they do visit, or function
here from time to time. The connection with my dear friend now named
Number Forty-Four was made through a Midwayer of the original
11:11 Progress Platoon.
On the Mansion Worlds, former humans from this world tend to, at first,
shy away from the Morontia Companions of both kinds the aggressive
ones, who offer their opinions without being asked, and the shy ones,
who will only answer questions when turned to. Understandably, they
take a bit of getting used to. For anyone familiar with the Jawas of
Star Wars, there is a striking resemblance take away the weapons
(of course), show bony bare feet in sandals, long bony fingers, a round
impish face with button nose, and very large, round and shiny black
eyes without discernable whites.
We will soon post the transmit relating to the above introduction.
For more than 15 years Ive longed to once again hear from that
posessive little man (I was his human, his mortal, his evolutionary).
He finally overcame his shyness, but insisted I submit my questions
© 11:11 Progress Group.
Toujours au Service de Michael.