As a kid, I spent an enormous amount of time down by the river. I was drawn like a magnet to the many sounds of nature that filled the air-the tides rumbling ashore, the faint call of seagulls echoing in the distant background. I would remain there all day under the pretense that I was fishing. I would walk the shores for miles, moving from one spot to the next. I later discovered that the sky above this river was alive. I developed a special relationship with the CloudHost beings. They helped shape my thoughts. They would induce images of nature in my mind then initiate thought provoking debate. I discovered, Earth is a much stranger place than what we have been told.

Discussions with these beings were truly therapy for my soul. Some of what I learned from the CloudHosts I share with you in these writings.

There exist groups of clouds that react to my private thoughts. I learned that these entities are a multitude of invisible beings masquerading as clouds. The clouds would instantly turn dark at my more devious contemplations. One clear and sunny day while at the river, the clouds suddenly formed and rapidly increased in size and speed. They then start billowing downward in volcanic like eruption across the distant sky and headed toward my direction. This antic exhibited a peculiar amusement on their behalf, because I could sense their humorous reaction to the fear it had generated in the nearby anglers. On another occasion, the clouds quickly descended from the sky surrounding me in a dense fog, restricting my entire view, except for a small opening below. They held me suspended in mid air and looking down, I could see the river gently rippling pass just below my feet. The CloudHost initiated this event, for me not providing my strict undivided attention.

On occasions, the clouds would rapidly descend to ground level reducing visibility to zero. Then just as quick, the clouds would dissipate. The CloudHost had transported me to a mystical forest. This forest contained a great abundance of wildlife. At first, when I looked behind me I could still see the reality from which I came but, upon deciding to take one-step into the forest, I was instantly engulfed all around. During long walks in this mystic place, certain things would attract my attention and the forest would communicate to me in its own esoteric language. Sometimes even audible words would enter my mind.

It is been said, "man is never closer to God than when he is close to nature." It is with this spirit that I present the wisdom gained during my journey. My walk with nature has truly been therapy to my soul. I wish all who read this book, the same.

The smallest intricacies in nature are just as explosive as thunder and rain. Only in total silence do we hear their contributions. -The River's Sky

"remember the daystar"

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