<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>and Kimmie<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Portmeirion … where does that name ring bells? … oh … that ocean side resort north of Brisbane … Kimmie and I do a quick check via insight with sisters down under … one offers her cottage there … next security … ‘how long,’ they ask … until the girls say we move on … they shrug …they’ve grown used to the girls deciding things and danger seems to never be around for these two no matter the general risk in the situation …<br/><br/>… so off we go … our plane lands late morning at Mackay and transportation whisks us and our entourage to Portmeirion … it’s exactly as I remember it from when Mother brought me here many years ago … we have lunch at one of the little cafes and then proceed to our cabin which overlooks the bay …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Portmeirion_view_of_central_plaza.jpg/1280px-Portmeirion_view_of_central_plaza.jpg) (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmeirion)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turns out by ‘cottage’ the sister meant something quite different …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/18/Portmeirioncastle.jpg/800px-Portmeirioncastle.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the girls though are interested in the beach … so we put on bathing suits and head down with security in tow … I call the girls over to slather on sunscreen … but Isis stops me cold …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, we don’t need sunscreen. You don’t either. May we show you why?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the squirms into our mind and brings Lotus with her … it’s Lotus who takes us all down the cellular level in my skin and shows the cells being exposed to sunlight … a little touch of one of the proteins and the next things I know my skin is adapting to sunshine instead of trying to avoid being burned … Isis giggles and then they are off down the beach and into the water …<br/><br/>… our girls had been swimming since shortly after birth … one day I showed Isis the front crawl … she watched … and then did it … I was about to correct her when I noticed she had done it exactly as I had, with all my own flaws … so after that we had an instructor come in to show the strokes … they had exhausted the instructor’s skills by the age of 5 … and had shown the instructor several very subtle twists on swimming strokes that amazed her … after that, they swam daily … laps seemed to be just another form of meditation to them …<br/><br/>… one day, Lotus sank to the bottom of the pool and sat Padmasana (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lotus_position) on the bottom … Isis continued to swim laps … after two minutes, I wondered whether Lotus was okay as she sat unmoving with a very tiny trail of bubbles coming from her nostrils … as I went to enter the water, Isis swam over to me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “She is well Mothers. She is in a suspension where she needs little oxygen and her cells are not at risk since they too are suspended. We can teach you yet your cells are too old to learn it as ours have.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and that was that … several days later, they both sat on the bottom of the pool for over 10 minutes before floating upward and taking long breaths as they floated on their backs … later that day, I learned the method and practiced it since … ever deep enough to sit as long as they did on the bottom … but for hours it would replace my cyclic resting and my body was refreshed the next morning like it never had been before … the girl’s cell knowledge was astound … they had never bothered to crack a biology bood but instead learned it with their own Insight … and which lead the other has not been something we ever learned …<br/><br/>… so when they entered the light surf, I was not at all fearful … security went to the waters edge and one went out with a snorkel … Isis invited us to join them via Insight and we accepted as we had become accustomed to always doing … ‘never refuse an invitation fro the girls’ had become our watchphrase … I watched as they swam out and then sank … one security guard with a snorkel entered the water and swam out … and shortly security at the shore is waving me over … I take my snorkel and face mask and fins and head out … they point to where the one in the water is waving so I enter the water and put on the mask gear … and swim out past where the surf is breaking and then put the mask on and continue to where the girls may be … an amazing sight! …<br/><br/>… they are sitting on the bottom perhaps 20 feet down … deeper than the pool … in a bare patch of sand with kelp fronds waving back and forth as the waves flow in and out … and swimming in a circle around them are an assortment of fish … circling slowly … a school of tiny fish depart the circling and encircle Lotus’ head and then seem to kiss Isis before rejoining the circle … larger fish are joining … a larger circle surrounds the inner … small sharks ,, soon several porpoises … a hammerhead shark … each in turn approaches the sitting two and seems to bow or kiss each of them … the security and I watch … now Kimmie and I understand why the girls sat on the bottom of the pool … why they come here … they need rapport with their allies … and soon the circling yields to even larger fish … a great white shark … small whales … yes, we will go out to the reef where the larger denizens can visit … the girls will tell us where …<br/><br/>… after what seems a long time, Lotus and then Isis lift their right hands … the fish end their circling and head away … the larger to deeper water and the smaller along the shore … I turn back toward the shore …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We have seen the first of many wonders, my dear Kimmie. There was something else here we were not allowed to see. That will be seen in time.”</span></span><br/>