Nasha started shaking, her face was pale, she was afraid

A river of anxiety is running up and down her body.
She hugged Agu, trembling whispering in his ear
( Long way nobody there to hear )
"I am afraid, I know what I have to do now, while pretending wanting to become a archaeologist."
( Continuing whispering in Agus ear while nobody was there for miles, not wasting tears ).

When you get to know something that touches the ground, feeling the realism,
You will never be able to be the way you were before.

Representation without idealization, making no appeal to the imagination, adherence to the actual fact.
Favoring practicality and literal truth. While physical objects and life's continue to exist when
not perceived.

How can someone be living a ravine life ?
Subjecting to idealism, while bending to drink water from a crystal clear running creek ?

Agu:

My young Nasha,
You are surprising me.
It is the first time I hear you talking like this.
I see you also have back the full controll of your body and inner brain.
It is the reason for me to be. See you grow while you transform the path in front of you leading to
unknown destinations, to me anyway.

Nasha is gently pushing her self away from Agu, starting dancing and singing, laughing, and crying
enjoying reality knowing what to do. From about 10 meters away, she is loudly voicing her vision without
making Agu a object ready to be a torch"er to her vision, and consecutive plane.

Nasha:

Allow me dear friend not to talk about the sudden picture of a plane, looking like a painting,
projecting intelligible products of contemplation for the human mind while extending to any quantity
without restrictions.

I promise, It's not because I don't trust you.
My starting action will be critical, and maybe I have to diversify my starting block.
More like a domino, with the difference that my domino blocks will have different sizes.
Starting in a cascaded manner from different places. Maybe else.
I am not clear about the starting action.

Eventually, I have to trust people, because it's the people that are going to take all the actions.
I do not want to draw you into a illusion.
You, have told me in many occasions that most people are illusionary.

And you are so right, thats a fact.

Agu:

Please come closer.
I think, you should figure out a code name for your plan, plans.

Nasha:

I have to think about it.
Let us return home.

Agu:

Yes, let's go.

After a very long walk and verbal fascination for the natural surroundings, with a few comments
on land preservation and management, they arrived back in Etono.
Nasha has to walk a few hundred meters more to get home.

Agu:

Will you come to help in my new stone age burial ground excavation tomorrow ?

Nasha:

Sure thing, I would not miss that.

Nasha continue walking home while her mother was driving away.

Mother Suzy stopping and making remarks:

You know, any youngster of your age with money, which you can have,
would have a drivers license and a nice car to go around.

Nasha:

Mother, I am a grown up, distinct from that of all other things.
I do not like to sit and drive a thing with four wheels, and a round prehistoric steering wheel.

Mother Suzy laughing:

I'm always there for you,
I am going grocery's shopping,
I want be very long, would you like me to bring you something ?

Nasha:

Yes please, can you bring me a carton of STAR bier and steamed chicken feet ?

Mother Suzy:

You got it babe.
See you soon.

Nasha went into her room, turning on her mobile phone which she had switched off before living
to meet Agu. Leaving her mobile phone in the room, she then, went down into the cellar of the house,
opening a large box ( Childhood memorabilia ), and picked up one of many short stories she had wrote
when she was 14 earth years of age.

This particular story was about honey bees gathering nectar and building hexagonal masterpieces
to produce honey. She was watching the bees for some years as a child, and finally decided
to write a story about honey bees.
Quickly she search with her eyes the section of the honey bees story, where she invented a name for
one particular section of the comb, at the lowermost cells ( Brood cells, where young bees are
hatched and raised ).

She called this section: "Here".

While she was reading this section of the honey bee story, she felt like a stranger in this
house of her mother Suzy, she grown-up.
Nashas perception has some kind of seamless cosmic presents. The word < here >for the bees,
or < here > in her mothers home is like a torture.
The human mind has developed itself into a cosmic < HERE >. Nasha does not like the present natural
adaptation.

And while she was focusing and reading in her bee story the word < HERE > for a very apparent reason,
she is starting to sing and dance again in the cellar of her mothers home holding with both hands
the honey story booklet.

After the talk with Agu,
She is convinced, and assured that she has to convince others.
So she put her honey bee story back into the memorabilia box, going up into her room opening up
the laptop searching the web for global freedom movements.

Not to join one, but rather to see others peoples hunger for freedom.
She was Pleasedly surprised to see endless pages on the web, people sicking freedom.

Nasha knows very well that some of this internet websites are out of some governments pressure
relieve toolbox, wanting to guide lost people parallel to mainstream government actions and with
this practice to release citizens anger and frustration while following in the same direction,
as the mainstream.

While reading websites,
Nasha stumbled across someones website from Auckland - New Zealand.
Listed with name - address - phone numbers.

She had a very strong feeling suggesting to get in touch with this particular person.
His name listed on the website is: Frederick Bull,
26 Earth years of age,
He has a Phd in Mechanical Engineering ( Turbines - Jets),
Scottish descendants,
Born in Auckland, New Zealand.