Generations on Earth!
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2016, The Abbotts
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One - Tara
Two - Dane
Three - Summer
Four - Harry
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We have written many
books about the Starseeds and how they live, think and love, on their
own planets. The majority of young people born since the late 1960’s
are what we call Starseeds - souls who come directly from the
Pleiades to incarnate as humans. Why? To help us overcome our
war-like tendencies and save our planet from extinction!
The various Starseed
generations started with generation X, then generation Y, generation
Z and finally generation A. Generations X, Y & Z are usually
considered as being - Generation Z (1995 - 2009), Generation Y (1977
- 1994) or Generation X (1966 - 1976). Generation A is considered to
have been born since 2010.
But how do these
ex-off-planet men and women cope with Earth and her many
idiosyncrasies? Do they struggle with Terran life or flow with what
is happening? This is the theme of our four stories - how ordinary
people find their way in a rather perplexing world! Maybe they can
help you find your own way.
We offer our stories
with much love, Light and hope.
Tony Abbott and Robyn
Eden Park 2016
Tara woke up, stretched
her arms, and yawned loudly. A pain shot through her skull and she
immediately winced. “Hell, I’ve got to stop drinking!” she said
aloud and staggered from her warm bed and into the small bathroom,
for a shower.
Tara was forty-five, a
short, plump woman with shoulder-length, dark hair and large, brown
eyes. Usually her expressive eyes mirrored her thoughts and emotions,
but today, bloodshot and sore, they only seemed to criticize her
“I know, I know!”
she told herself in the bathroom mirror, “As a nurse, I should have
more sense, but...” here, her soft voice petered out.
Tara knew that since
her son, Dane had left home and gone to work in Sydney, her life
seemed somehow empty and without purpose. She had taken to
commiserating with her friend Jackie, at the weekends and this duo of
divorced and depressed women had led to drinking that extra bottle of
white wine, when they sat complaining about their unfortunate lots in
Both had been deserted
by their unfaithful spouses. Jackie’s husband, Ed had run off with
his nineteen-year-old secretary, much to his wife’s disgust. Jackie
referred to his new lover as ‘the blonde bimbo’ in a very
Tara and Bob had just
grown apart over their seventeen-year-old marriage. Their initial
passion had become lukewarm and they found that apart from their son
Dane, they had little in common. When Bob began an affair with a
co-worker and Tara had found out, it seemed time to say goodbye to a
no-longer functioning marriage.
It was Dane that she
worried about more than herself, but he had shown unexpected maturity
in accepting the sad situation and remaining friends with both his
father and mother.
Tara had hoped
eventually, to find someone on her own wavelength. A man who liked
travel and had an open mind about life. But so far, the few dates she
had gone on had ended up in disappointment. The men were nice, but
not what she was looking for in a partner. This time she was choosing
her lover, much more carefully.
To begin with, he
should be interested in her work and they should both enjoy doing the
same activities together. Then she wanted someone who was
broad-minded and not narrow or conservative like Bob. She had dabbled
in New Age paranormal skills such as crystal healing and the tarot
and she would have liked to take it further, but Bob had always
condemned such things as ‘rubbish and for the gullible!’ and so
she had not followed her natural inclinations. But how nice it would
be to have a caring partner who also wanted to explore these psychic
skills and not just mock them!
In the last four years
since he had left, she had not taken them up again and she now
regretted her apathetic ways. Life with seeing Dane through his
university years and keeping them going with her nursing jobs had
kept her so busy and it left little room, for any psychic
development. But maybe, now, she could revive her old interests; at
least it would be better than the drinking bouts and agony stories
Tara also glared at the
extra ten kilos that she wanted to lose off her short frame.
Overeating local take-away meals and drinking wine and beer were
taking their toll.
“No more alcohol and
takeaways and a regular walk a day for you, Tara!” she told herself
sternly. Somehow, the image in the mirror looked unconvinced.
Still, she started as
she meant to go on and ate a bowl of muesli that tasted like horse
chaff and cleared up the dirty snack trays and empty wine bottles
from the night before. She wondered if Jackie felt as bad as she did,
this morning. Then she swallowed two aspirins and headed out the door
with a loud sigh. Why was life so hard and so boring!
Her unusually depressed
mood followed her through her busy morning and nothing she did seemed
to shake her discontented feeling. Tara worked in a small private
hospital in the city of Penrith that specialized in plastic surgery.
It was a modern, elegant building that catered for its rich clients
who wanted a nip or tuck, to keep the ravages of aging away; at least
for a time.
Tara had been attracted
to the field of plastic surgery, when she returned to nursing, after
her divorce. She had envisaged saving children from lives of
crippling facial and body wounds; repairing accident-ravaged faces
and repairing babies’ faces born with hare-lips and misshapen
features, but instead, she had discovered that pampered, snobby
clients who wanted a new nose or a face lift, were to be her usual
She hurried to answer a
patient’s bell and sighed inwardly, as a woman swathed in facial
bandages complained of the food and drinks that, she was served. “I
expect better refreshments than these,” she whined to Tara,
“especially for the money, I’m paying here!”
Tara smiled at her
pleasantly, although inwardly she seethed and offered to find her
some other food from the kitchen and hurried away. She passed a
mirror and looked at herself critically, in it. The nurses all wore a
most unbecoming uniform of grey and white with a ridiculous tiny,
white veil perched on their heads.
Matched with heavy
white shoes, they all complained how dreary and matronly they looked,
but their nursing director had explained to them curtly, “That they
were here to work, not try to compete in looks with their wealthy
But the dreary uniform
added to Tara’s growing depression and resentment. Life should not
be so drab!
Surely, there was more
to life than this!
In her lunch break, she
sat in the small staff room, ate a banana, and drank a cup of black
coffee. She picked up a Nurse Employment magazine and idly thumbed
through the articles. Suddenly a bold typed ad seemed to stare out at
her from the glossy pages. “Registered nurses needed for a free
clinic in Botswana. One year contracts, good salary, pleasant free
accommodation and the opportunity to help others in need!”
Tara’s brown eyes
glowed. Wow! She would love to do something like this! She thought
for a moment; was it possible? Could she just up and leave Dane and
her friends for a year? Her heart pounded wildly, why not!
Before she could talk
herself out of it, she took her mobile phone and quickly rang the
number in the advertisement and asked the woman who answered, for an
Then she returned to
her ward duties with an excited gleam in her dark eyes. Life had
merit, after all!
Of course, Jackie and
her other friends were very wary about her going overseas, to such a
“You could get caught
up in a war or catch some dreadful disease like AIDS!” they warned
her, but Tara just smiled back at them.
“I haven’t even
been accepted yet!” she told them. “Let’s just wait and see!”
Jackie had groaned,
“Who will I spend my evenings with, now? Who else wants to hear
about how bad Ed has been to me?”
Tara shook her head.
“Its time we moved on from Ed and Bob, Jackie. We’re young and
free; let’s enjoy life and not moan about it!” She hoped Jackie
would take her well-meant advice.
Dane on the other hand,
had been enthusiastic about her application. “You’re a great
nurse, Mum. They’re sure to want you! It’s great, you’re doing
Tara had been pleased
at his response and wondered if, he thought that she had gotten into
a rut. Unfortunately, he had mentioned it to her ex-husband Bob, who
telephoned her to add his criticisms.
“What are you
thinking, Tara? You’re too old for this kind of thing! I hope that
you’ll forget this African lark!”
Tara was most
indignant; Bob was four years older than she was and he had left her
and Dane at this very age, to embark on his new independent life. She
simply snorted when he heard his recorded message on her answering
machine and it hardened her resolve - to get that job!
On the following
Saturday, she visited a clairvoyant for a life reading. She had known
Rosie Parkins for years and she had in the past, found her a good
source of psychic information and an understanding shoulder to cry
on, when things seemed difficult.
Rosie was a large, grey
haired woman, in her late sixties with a kind manner. She gave Tara a
hug, when she arrived and led her to a comfortable armchair, while
she sat behind a small desk. On the table was a large crystal ball.
She had explained to Tara once, that sometimes, she did see pictures
in the cloudy orb, but usually, she just used it to focus her mind.
“I see you in a very
hot, foreign land with many dark-faced people around you. You are
healing them and I see you looking contented and happy. You are
finally beginning your true Life Mission! Does this make sense to
you, Tara?” She looked up from the crystal ball with a frown.
Tara nodded and asked,
“What is a Life Mission?”
Rosie smiled and
answered. “We all incarnate to Earth with a master plan. This
‘master plan’ is called your Life and World Plans. Before
incarnating, the scenario goes something like this - you meet with
your angelic guides and higher beings on a higher plane and review
your previous lives, particularly the most recent past life. This is
all done in an amicable, helpful way. There are no great trials or
condemnation of your former activities on Earth. No one judges you.”
Tara nodded, this was fascinating!
“With the help of
your spirit guides, you will draw up a major Life Plan for yourself.
This plan will consist of who you will be born to and where, what
will be the major events in your life, who you will interact with and
what qualities you wish to develop. You will also look at the
negative behavior that you may engage in and how to resolve it.
In this life, you
decided to become a nurse, Tara and work at helping others. However,
I feel that although this is your Life Plan, your World Plan is now
finally beginning! You’ve had your marriage, had a son and worked
and lived in suburbia, but its now time to enlarge your life!”
“By helping others,
unconditionally. Not just working for a salary or for convenience,
but expanding your self to help others, who are not as lucky as you
are!” The clairvoyant smiled. “And I also see that your reward
for doing so is that you will meet your Twin Flame partner! Now that
can’t be bad, girl! Ha ha.”
Tara laughed with her.
“Yes. I would really love that!”
She left the
clairvoyant’s home feeling very happy and hopeful. If all she saw
came true, Tara had a good life ahead of her!
At night after work,
she surfed the internet on her laptop, for any articles about
Botswana. She found out that it was a small country close to South
Africa with four decades of uninterrupted civilian leadership,
progressive social policies and a democratic government.
Its capital was
Gaborone, where she would be initially stationed, if she got the job.
It was developing economically due to cattle, mining and tourism, but
was medically under-serviced. Tara hoped to redress this wrong. If
only, she could get this new job!
She tried to learn a
few words of Botswana language and was soon repeating to herself,
‘Dumela’ hello and ‘goodbye’ was ‘Ke tla go bona’. She
was determined to be able to speak a dozen phrases, before she got
She also kept up her
regime of eating healthier and resisted takeaways and made simple
salads for herself. She walked to work and even got out Dane’s old
bicycle and rode around the local sports park. Now that she had a
focus in life, she wanted to be fit and ready for it! She was even
more excited, when she got on the bathroom scales after three weeks
and found that she had lost eight kilos!
At last, a letter in an
official-looking envelope came to her post box. She closed her eyes,
said a brief prayer, and then tentatively opened it. She had been
accepted and she danced around the front apartment block garden with
joy. She was going to Botswana!
Now she wondered what
should she do with her apartment for a year? She didn’t want just
anyone living there. It had a nice view of the Nepean River and it
was close to the stores and her work; what if someone trashed it?
Then she put her worries aside and said aloud, “Universe, help me
to find the right tenant!”
When she told the
administrator at work that she was leaving to work in Botswana for a
year, the older woman congratulated her.
“I once worked in
India, at a clinic in Mumbai. It was the best time of my life!” Her
blue eyes glowed at the memory. Then she stopped and said. “What
will you do with your apartment, Tara? I have a sister visiting for a
year from Darwin and she and her husband would be excellent tenants,
Tara smiled and
silently thanked the Universe. She was set now! She happily agreed to
She had only two weeks
to get ready for the trip and in this time, she attended a talk about
the clinic in Gaborone and how specialized groups of nurses and
doctors would be sent out to the small settlements, to medically
attend the people there. She sat beside a tall, blonde-haired woman
of her own age, who seemed as excited about the work, as she was! Her
name was Emma and they soon became good friends.
On the day of her
flight, she looked around her small apartment feeling quite
nostalgic. She and Dane had lived here for four years and it felt
familiar and homey. Was she doing the right thing? But then her
natural good humour came to the fore; of course she was! Life was
exciting now and the future unknown. She should embrace it, not fear
Tara and Emma sat
together on the plane, as it streaked out of Sydney. Dane had come
down to say goodbye and she had felt proud of him with his pleasant
manner and tall, healthy physique, as she introduced him to her new
friend Emma. Then they had hugged and she had left him with a tear in
her brown eyes. It was difficult to think of not seeing him for a
“You are so lucky to
have such a lovely son,” said Emma with a sigh. “I never married,
but who knows, maybe I’ll still find the perfect man, one day!”
Tara smiled back at her
new friend. What had the clairvoyant Rosie told her? That she would
meet her Twin Flame partner in Botswana; she certainly hoped that
Rosie was right!
They flew to Cape Town
and then changed flights to a smaller plane for Gaborone. By the time
they reached the small sprawling city, they were both tired and
travel worn, but they knew much about each other’s past histories
and liked each other very much. They caught a taxi to a hotel and
rested for the night.
In the morning, they
met the other nurses and doctors who they would be working with at a
large rented warehouse. They were shown the large trucks that had
been fitted out as mobile surgeries and examined the equipment and
She looked up to see a
handsome, dark-haired man staring at her and he winked at her with a
smile. She couldn’t help but give him an answering smile.
Later, she was
introduced to him as Doctor Stuart Jones and he proved to be as
friendly and nice as he appeared. She and Emma sat with him during an
impromptu lunch and he regaled them with funny stories about his time
attending patients in the Botswanian bushland.
“I’m interested in
their folklore and natural healing practices.” said Tara with a
determined look. “Have you come across many local treatments that
He looked at her with
interest. “I have actually. Many of their local herbs and
treatments do have medicinal benefits. Perhaps, you’d like to come
with me to a small village outside Gaborone where the old medicine
cures are still performed?”
Tara nodded, “I’d
Emma later told her
laughingly, ‘that she had won a heart!’ but Tara just smiled. She
was determined that any future relationship that she had, fulfilled
all her needs physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, not
just through sex appeal! She was a Generation X’er and she wanted
the best husband possible!
Her trip to the small
village was very interesting and seeing the herbal treatments used on
the sick men and women, was most intriguing. A healer held a brown
and apricot agate stone over a woman’s stomach. She suffered from
intestinal problems and the healer told her that the rays of the
gemstone were connected with the soil of their country and could heal
her. She seemed pleased with her treatment and took a concoction of
willow bark to ease her pain.
The healer did not mind
Stuart arranging an appointment with her at the Gaborone clinic,
later in the week.
“She won’t need
it!” he said with a big grin. He found the modern medicines quite
amusing, but he seemed to respect the handsome doctor.
A week later, Tara set
out with a group of nurses and doctors to visit a small settlement,
on the edge of the Kalahari Desert. The village was poor and the
houses shabby, but their presence was met with friendly greetings and
hospitality. They slept in a clean, but plain home and performed
several operations per day, on injured and malformed patients.
One small boy, Baruti
had been born with a severe harelip and he and his family were so
pleased, when after a four-hour operation, he was left looking much
like the other village boys. His mother cried when she saw how his
disfigured face was now normal and Tara cried with her, tears of joy.
This was real nursing!
She also grew to enjoy
the friendship of the Botswana men, ‘Rras’ and women, ‘Mmas’.
The women often wore vivid caftans with headscarves of many colours.
The men were direct but polite, in their conversations and were proud
of their fledgling country. They honoured their guests with the best
of their simple foods and drinks and were great storytellers, of the