Peace is an Inside Job: Chapter 14

The transcription describes Angela and the surgeons getting swept into a wormhole on the planet of Cereus, encountering various challenges and adventures. They eventually reunite with Lord Aetherius and Subitha to save Earth from destruction. The group decides to head back to Crestone, wondering how to bring Anhalta with them. The story is filled with fantastical elements and themes of friendship and reconciliation. Well, dear listeners, you might remember the last episode, Angela and the surgeons went missing for a second time. But, let's take a step back to what actually happened when they were on the planet of Cereus. Down there on Earth in Cepheon, they were spotted while those hippies camped out in the sand dunes. Well, let's see what transpired. Oh, I guess that girl just won't listen. There they go again. Oh, the crystal and cave. Getting swept into that same wormhole. Twisting, swirling, toppling. Oh, they've been swept. Well, they're safe. Oh, now they're falling out of the wormhole. Oh no, they hit the pond to the face. Oh, mother of thunder. Oh, I can't watch. They're tumbling through all those sparkling red threads of gravity and love. Peeling out at the top of the highest peak. Oh, that's Mount Regeneration. Oh, my orb, mother. Don't you be such a worry boy, Pop. Regeneration River is one of your finest creations. It will usher them gently right down to that clear, lost, delicious pool where the forest fairies will come and get them. Only thing I worry about is Wisteria down there on Earth's crust. Oh, she's going to be really worried this time. Oh, now who's in the wormhole, mother? I've got Wisteria and Zephyr consoling the oracles. Oh, and they don't like bullying him again. No wonder he didn't want to go up to the mountain with them this time. No wonder he didn't want to go up to the mountain with them. When they get back, she better make peace and apologize. Well, maybe they can work together on their history paper. That's due on Monday morning, first period. Oh, mother, you do have some good ideas. Wait, I heard a voice reminding me about my history paper. Hmm, maybe Zephyr and I should work on it together. It might be kind of like a peace treaty. I'll apologize as far as I can. Meow, meow. Hey, hey, you were a bit bullying. You were a bit of a bully to him, as I recall. A wormhole can be a real pain, Asurgis. Sometimes you can't... You know, I really do need to apologize, but... Well, never mind about that right now, Asurgis. What's happening now? Are we in a fantasy or is this a dream? I mean, do you see all those twirly red threads we're heading towards? We've been here before, haven't we? Yeah, Angela. Is that a rhetorical question? You don't listen. I already told you. We were... I already told you. We were here when you were fourteen, except... We didn't get this far last time. I think we're making progress. Meow. Well, either that or this is a really bad idea, Asurgis. It's a little late to change your mind now, Angela. We're already here again, but... Sheep-eye-eye, don't worry. We'll be home before the weekend's over. Well, it's hoped I've made it. Therefore, to help me finish that history paper. Meow. See, see, see. You don't have to keep on telling me mad in the air, but I'm really sorry if I'm beating you up. Hang on. Look at all those inner twirly red threads. You wouldn't come to the volcano without regeneration. Hang on, Angela. Meow. Oh, Heavenly Star. Heavenly Star, do not hang on. I let go, but sometimes this is so hard to know. Meow. Not your number, Angela. Let go of the fear of hanging on to the love. Quack. Quack that big red vine. Is it... Is it one of those hot guy eagles with our pairs of gloves? Meow. Quack the sun and dance. The big red vine is made of chora. Hang on to it. Here we go. Woo. So we mean toward Asuris now. Woo. That is good for my regeneration. Well, why do we have to keep coming back here, baby? How can you keep forgetting your own story? You're on Un... Meow. Can you keep forgetting your story, Unpolisa? You're Unpolisa's namesake, and we have to reunite Unpolisa with Shavano to save Earth from final destruction in the solar tsunami. Okay, but how, Surgis? And... And... And... I'm not Unpolisa. I'm Angela. Oh, meow. That's a different thing. Hmm. Quack. But shouldn't this be with us? I just wish he hadn't chickened out. Well, it's your dream, Angela. You decide what happens next, and... You mean, this really isn't happening? Oh, meow. How should I know? That abominable... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Oh, my poor... Yes, yes, yes, finally. With the help of Lord Aetherius and Subitha, of course. Thank orb! Oh, yeah, thank orb indeed. So, we better get started back to Crestone. Wait. Well, wait. How are we going to get back to Crestone, then? Don't we have to take Anhalta with us? Poor old Perothene. With my TCR, see we orb, of course, Angela. Of course, I have the very last one in me. I hope it still works. Yeah, me too, Angelita. You see, Angela, this is what I've been writing about in my quasi-Crestone musical score. How Angelita Rose landed on the sandy side of the planet and was nearly captured by the evil lizard Venusians herself. Let's listen to her story. Oh, what may have been the future of Angelita? Oh, yes. Angelita could not fly, since she had only her right wing equipped, which made her flop rather awkwardly from side to side, seemingly lost in the balance. Hey, mother, pull up that footage. Yes, that, that, yes, right there. Yes, that's it. You got it. Thank you, Mother of Andra. There we go. See, see, see there? Watch how Angelita spins through the sparkling spiral galaxy at warp speed until, finally, a single central planet comes into view. As we approach the planet, we know that this is the planet of a face. And although Angelita does not know where she is, she has made peace with her situation and begins to hum an ethereal tune and even sing of it, unaware that she is about to crash land on the very side of the planet where you are. The sands of doom, of desolation and fear, were scald in hot winds. Whip! Whirl! Whip! Whirl! Whip! Whirl! And as the moons ripped apart, the tempestuous revolution failed, so babies of foolishness adventured to the planet's surface. That's what one of those revolutions told me, though I don't know for a fact that everything I created is really doing good. So not having created the sands of desolation and fear myself, but only heard of them, I really know nothing about evil. But I digress. Angelita lands with a thud in the hot sand, which dips into her eyes and nose and mouth. Then she shakes her head to regain some perspective on her now not-so-pleasant situation. And there, there in the distance are millions of interwoven reds of gravity. Architects swirling up and out from the top of the huge volcanic mountain, which you know by now is my new generation, Angelita grasps. Angelita gasps in awe as she looks at the legendary Architects, the red threads of gravity and love which originate from the planet of the things, and are dispersed throughout the universe to all who believe in them, of course. Well, I kept wondering. I kept wondering how many centuries I must be here. I know Angela and the physics are destined to rescue me. But when I remember when I first approached planet of the things across vast shimmering luminescent seas and that outer space so long ago gliding low I was carrying my PCR TB on, on the horizon I can see large setting sun. It is red, a smaller sun where the rest is golden. Ah, so golden. Oh, then the medium sun is dark blue, dead in the middle. As I approach the planet of the things, skin low towards the sandy undulating landscape, understanding that the sand's crystalline memories are guiding me. Ah, but just then, oh, but just then, a large beam, spiky tears, luscious flashes, they all sting at me and I just, as I am about to be eaten whole, a group of flying unicorns with covered spots in the head of a warrior swoop down and I am caught up by another mythical being with one wing riding on his back. No, it didn't go nada, they're not at this point, but at least I'm safe, I am safe. And as we fly away to the opposite side of the planet, a lush island in the shape of a heart comes into view. Oh, we land on island, heart island. Tsubasa showed me to lovely room later and we go have dinner on a deck overlooking the sea of love. Oh, I discover later I am on the loving side of planet, it's living, heart island. Oh my stars, Angelita, so it was Lord Aetherius and Tsubasa who rescued you then? Por seguro, afortunadamente me salvaron. No chiron, of course, one look at Angelita, I fall flat in love. Aisterun, aisterun. Entiendo perfectamente, Tsubasa, pero you know, I love another, I owe my life to you, but my heart belongs to Chavano. Don't worry, Angelita, back in the day Tsubasa was always falling in love with everybody, he'll survive. You no understand, I here on Aetherius now, much enlightened, Aetherius, much enlightened. Before you killed me, I know enlightened, demo now, I know love is love. No chiron, of course, I am sure you have evolved since I killed you centuries ago. All right, you two, let's get back to the task at hand, everyone. We have to get Angelita back to Chavano, and we still don't know how we're going to do it. We can start by getting some clean water from Lost Oasis and taking it to the forest base. Well, okay, Lord Aetherius, and I am hungry too. Plus, after all this excitement, maybe they can take me to their powder room so I can freshen up a bit. Powder room, powder room, of course, right this way. Powder room, right this way, Angelita, right this way, Angelita. Powder room, powder room. Powder room, right this way, Angelita. I'm Angela, not Angelita. Okay, right this way, right this way. Aetherius, this has to be a dream, right? Yeah, can't stop it, who knows? Remember what Mrs. Dalloway always says, what is real, what is a dream? What is real, what is a dream? Who really knows? Yeah, well, Mrs. Dalloway always was kind of spacey, so yeah, there's that. Yeah, or maybe simply very philosophical. She also always said, That was one of her great sayings, wasn't it? When you start to question everything, you will lose what is really true. Yeah, of course you would know, Angela, it's true. So just keep listening and stop questioning everything. Oh, right, right, so when I return from the powder room, I need to find out how we're getting back to Crestown. Remember, I've got a history paper to finish before Monday. Eh, well, be patient, Angela. Tsubasa and I will take you to the edge of Simian Galaxy, where you will find the correct wormhole to get back in a flash. Mochiron, of course, Angela, sin by night. Once I get back to my story, chabano, then the entire universe will be sealed, and at least peace will prevail over the entire universe. Really, Angelica? Of course, of course, Angela. Peace of mind. That's why you must rescue me, once I am reunited with chabano, my true love. Once I am reunited with chabano, true love will reign, and there will be no more prejudice or hatred or wars. Oh, Angelica, you mean no more killing or even bullying someone just because they might have a limp or a stutter? That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, Angela. That's right, Angela, that's right. That's right, Angelica. That's right, Angelica. Maybe this is a more important journey than writing a history paper. Maybe this is your history paper, Angelica. Maybe this is your history paper, Angelica. Yeah, maybe this is your history paper, Angelica. Well, wait, I'm Angela, not... Oh, wait. Maybe I am Angelica. Yeah, chica. Es que estaba tratando de decirte... Oh, no, mama. Look behind that grove of redwoods. Right behind them, they don't see. Oh, there they are again. They're in the ocean with gas masks and flame throwers. They're sneaking toward them. Oh, my word. Oh, my... Oh, they must be... They must have been listening. Watch out, everyone. Run, run for cover now. Run, run, run for cover now. Angela, Angela. Yeah, Angela. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Angela, you must have hit your head on the ice when you landed. Are you okay? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, what? Wait, what? Ice? How... How did we get to San Luis, all of a sudden? Oh, my gosh. This water is icy cold. It's just... Yeah, it's all icy. And I hate water. Especially icy water. Are you okay, Angela? Gosh, let me think. I think so. Here, let me carry you across the ice. Here, I can pick you up. Just let me carry you across the ice. Let's jump over here. Jump over to that patch and skate. Let's skate over to the bank. Hey, we've got to get home. Oh, wait, we have to... Wait. We have to rescue Angelita. What happened? I don't know what to do next. I think Angelita was taken hostage. Oh, my gosh. We've got to get back there. Oh, my orb. Oh, heavenly stars. Ah, yes. Tsubasa and I were after her. And then Zerko decided to help us find her. Now he has a target on his back. Zerko? Zerko? Well, because Zerko wasn't even with us. Man, I'm not sure, Zerko. Angela lizard the nation, Zerko. He told Tsubasa and me that he knew where they were keeping Angelita. We'd better get back there. Right. Right. Oh, my head. Oh. Yeah, but I've got to get home and finish that history paper, don't I? Well, there you are, Angela. Wake up, doll. Wake up. Wake up, doll. You must have been dreaming again. You kept calling Zerko and the surgeons. Well, what's going on with you, honey? Your eye's cold. You'd better get up and get some hot tea. And then you'd best get home and finish that history paper. Zerko's been asking you about it. I think he needs your help, too. Grandma Gaga, I was having this weird dream. Then I had a dream in a dream. And Zerko was in real danger. Oh, we were inside this awful video game in some kind of sand labyrinth. And Angelita was taken to a hospital spot. Lizard the nation said Zerko was one of them. Oh, my head. I was having this weird dream. And then I had another dream inside the dream. And we were there. And then we were here. And Zerko was in real danger. We were outside this awful... No, we were inside this awful video game in some kind of sand labyrinth. And Angelita was taken to a hospital spot. Lizard the nation said Zerko was one of them. And the forest fairies showed me where their bathroom was. And I... And I... Oh, Grandma Gaga, I feel like I used the bathroom. Yeah, well, honey. Yeah, dreams can be strange that way. Maybe you ought to use the bathroom before you get your tea and finish that paper. Yeah, you got that right, Grandma Gaga. Well, I've got to make peace with Zerko. Man, I hope he forgives me. I need to start making peace with Zerko. Ikimashou. Ikimashou. They're just... Let's go. I mean, you got that right, Angel. Peace is an inside job, I always say. So keep going and start making peace. Oh, Mother, give me that remote control. I need to be close with Bonangela. She's finally realizing that peace begins with love. And fixing that relationship with Zerko is key. She needs to be the change. Like... Like God used to say, use the change and model kindness to stop all that burden and prejudice. Well, yes, Pop. Building bridges of understanding, compassion, and love is the only way to ensure the survival of a harmonious universe. Oh, Mother, I hope we don't have to start all over again with a mixture of oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip, and coconut. Why, now, you can just forget that dumb idea, Pop. Every right inside, every wrong inside. Every right inside, every wrong inside. The secret, the secret, the secret of love. Come and see, there's no secret at all. The secret, the secret, the secret of love. Every right inside, every wrong inside. Every right inside, every wrong inside. Every right inside, every wrong inside. Here is your orb, Angelica. Your intergalactic transportation device. Muchas gracias, Pop. Many thanks, Pop. How must I use it? Breathe deeply, Angelica. Think positive. That's right. That's right, Angel. That's right, Angel. That's right, Angel. That's right, Angel. That's right, Angel. And trust the process. Your orb will transport you instantaneously back to Chabano in Creston, Colorado. And here, my dearest Angelica, take left wing mine. You need more than I. Now, that's no insignificant gift, Tsubasa. Are you sure you know what you're doing? Oh, of course, of course. I, too, must trust process. Well, dear listeners, now that Angelica has both wings and her PCRTD orb, she flies to the top of Mount Regeneration, followed by Aetherius and Tsubasa. Angela circles and asserts. Angelica cradles the orb, making certain that her thumbs and fingers encircle it. Oh, I can feel it activating. It's vibrating in my hands. Yes, there. Look, I can see it glowing. Yes. Changing functions from recording mode to transportation mode, loving thoughts will send you to the exact location where you choose. Remember to keep your thinking positive for any negative or harmful thoughts will send you straight to a black hole. Oh, so that's, so that's. Yes, it is. Your PCRTD orb is glowing just as you yourself are glowing, Angelica. Now, how can I let you go? How can I ever let you go? Well, you know, Tsubasa, the highest form of love is to release your beloved so they may reach their own highest good. I hope you realize that. Oh, Cherano is my soulmate, Tsubasa, but I will always remember you and your great sacrifice for me, and you will remain in my heart forever. Oh, wait, my orb is softening. I must think clearly now. I must think very clearly now. Back to Mount Shabano. Now, just my fingertips are merging with the classy surface. Oh, thank you, orb. Let's go. Vamanos, our friends, dear friends on Athelios' stairwell. Now, let us all take good care of our special, popular universe. Now, as the red threads of gravity and love wrap them securely, they are swept into outer space and jettisoned into the nearest wormhole. They ascend through the crystalline caves of Mount Shabano and finally emerge through the frozen fountain on Sand Lake. We see it surges, Angela and Zirkle dragging themselves up onto the banks of Sand Lake. Zirkle shakes and splays out on his stomach. Drowning, Angela falls onto her back, exhausted. They are alive. Oh, look, there's Angelita at the top of Mount Shabano. Ah, muy bien, muy bien. No, that's not muy bien, Asurgis. She has to do one more thing. Oh, gosh, I hope she's thinking straight. Ah, my stars, Angela. When you're right, you're right. Oh, look, she's pulling Shabano from the crystalline caves up into her arms. Oh, look, they're flying away. Meow. Such wonderful lovers. Yes, I knew she would remember. She's taking Shabano to their old apple tree. Oh, meow. Oh, look at them kissing in front of that carved heart they made centuries ago. Oh, I'm so glad they remember. Meow. Oh, look, now they're flying back to Mount Shabano where they will remain forever as the angels of Shabano. Oh, Asurgis, the green, green dragon. Oh, the green, green dragon. Show us the way. The way of Asurgis. Meow, por supuesto. I am the way, you know. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Oh, my goodness. Here, Asurgis. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Come on in for breakfast now. Where in darnation does that cat get to every night? Hmm, well, at least I don't just have to go see for myself and follow him as far as I can. Well, Asurgis, I think we've finally done it. Meow. Si, Angela, tu vimos Mexico. Oh, Asurgis, have we saved Earth from that solar tsunami? Meow, apparently so, at least for now. Will people keep seeing spaceships here in Cresto, do you think? Meow, most likely. Hmm, just think, last night we were all riding on Asarius's back and... Oh, how many times will we have to do this, Angela? Meow, Zirkle, as many times as it takes. It's a process. Trust the process. Right, Asurgis, trust the process. I feel like I finally understand the way it works. It's like practicing the piano like you do. Meow, well, I can't wait to get back to that keyboard and finish writing my scroll. Hmm, I think I'll call it... Oh, I'll call it The Lane of Asurgis. Meow. Oh, you got that, Asurgis. You're so funny. Well, that's exactly right. Ay-yi-yi. And it's time, Chisposo. Asurgis. Oh, Chisposo. Hmm, now let's get home before Mom calls the cops. Brilliant, brilliant. Now, ladies, quiet on the set. Hmm, exterior voices, are you ready? Now begin. Escuchen, escuchen. We are the overstore of the universal machine. Escribe los ojos nuevos. Pay attention. Time to be still. Time to listen. Time to become who you truly are. Escuchen, escuchen. En el mundo nuevo. Open your eyes. Gaze upon the new world. Get in touch with your inner self. It's the blueprint of the best you can be. Ahora es el tiempo de llegar al fin. No pierdas. Be the change. Feel the world. Thought by thought. En el mundo, por el mundo. Oh, brilliant. Okay, you three, come out down here. It's time. Hmm, get a move on. Let's go. Hurry up there. Hurry up. Grandma Garza and Wisteria wander on stage as if in a dream. They finally arrive downstage right in front of the camera. Jennifer helps them put on the three beige robes and places the hoods on top of their heads. Oh, Mrs. Dalloway. These three are ready to go, Mrs. Dalloway. Well, well, well, oh my poor, what is all this anyway? Well, they told me, honey, they told me, dear, they told me I'd be shooting a cat food commercial, you know. That's what they told me, too, Mom. Did you hear those voices? Chanting in Spanish just now? What voices, Mom? I didn't hear any voices. Grandma Garza, did you hear any voices? Well, dear, I always hear them, you know, if you know what I mean. Yeah, yeah, I always hear them. Every time. Every time. Oh my poor butt, what are we supposed to be doing here anyway? We don't even have a script. Oh, Angela's only one. You'll know what to do when the time comes, Angela. How many times do I have to tell you? Clean up that potty mouth language. Dear listeners, watch as Earth continues to be healed when soldiers from every planet crawl across frozen lakes, across the entire globe, across the universe. They reach the far edge of time itself. Their weapons transform into wings as they fly away, one by one, forming a magnificent peace sign, becoming stars in deep space. At long last, Earth is completely healed. Oh, brilliant, that's about time you get it right. Yes, let's try that again, people. Now, music up. Let's give it your best Stanislavski method. And action! Bring aside your weapons. Watch as they transform into your wings. Oh, exurgence of the three-praised mountain, of the three-faced fountain, show us thy way. Multicolored silk streamers, our lord. Sages intertwine. Climb and swing and sway as if dancing on the silk streamers. Finally, they are in the middle of the frozen fountain on Sand Lake. Oh, we better find our way home this time, or we're going to freeze to death. Well, either we'll freeze to death or we'll fall off that flying unicorn headed our way. Watch out if they're just, what? Where? Meow! Grab my tail, Angela. Sometimes you just got to fly or die. Well, wait, they're just, well, wait. Now, I know how this goes. You know, we've done this before. Let's just fly. They leap and fly across the icy water. Suddenly, a serious, defying unicorn swoops from out of the sky. The scene plays over and over in some eternal loop as Pop God raises the remote control to speak. Quiet, quiet, quiet on the set. Settle down. Okay, tech, dim the house lights. Well, well, well, okay, folks. Let's try to get this thing right for a change. Well, yes, Pop. Yeah, let's be quiet, people. Listen to your Pop. Hush up now. Now, Thor, hey, Thor, go make us some popcorn. Roll the rushes, people. Let's watch man and woman make themselves in their own images. Hmm, Lucifer. Hmm, please get the lighting things straight this time. We can't expect humanity to live in red for eternity, now can we? Hey, Pop, that's the point. Don't you get it? Well, now, well, now, Lucifer, we all love a good paradox, Lucy, but it's not your show this time. Live up to your name, dear. Oh, listen to your mother, Lucy. This time around, we're activating the aquamarine, transformative, illuminating, activating light. Hush now, everyone. I think I hear the overture playing. Oh, but, Pop, but, Pop, I want, but, Pop, but, Pop, I want oatmeal raisin this time. Well, Pop, why not just give it a try? Our littlest angel wants oatmeal raisin this time. Oh, very well, Mother. Oh, Mother, very well. Okay, you in the tech booth up there, scrap the rushes. Back to the beginning. Let us create rather than let them create themselves in their own image. Yes, a very good oatmeal raisin cookie. Oh, all right, littlest angel, and a very good oatmeal raisin cookie you are, too. But I must insist on free will. Okay, all right, littlest angel. Take 144. Lights, camera, action. Rolling. Pan back slowly now, slowly now. There she is, people. Look at that beautiful aquamarine blue and green earth. So very perfect, too. And, dear listeners, watch as the camera quickly zooms in on a slate-colored stone monolith somewhere near the Aegean Sea around 20,000 B.C. In the dusk, a dark blue sky. A shiny new mothership hovels there. Just feet over the surface. Blowing sand into everyone's eyes, the characters look strangely like oatmeal raisin cookies. The mothership of honor suddenly appears at the Great Sand Dunes National Park. Entry is open. It surges, skitters to the front of a very long line, struck into the module leading the way. A low echo from inside the ship can be heard. Hey, Pop, what about my idea, Pop? Macaroons? Remember white macaroons is what I specifically asked for. Oh, oh, dear country, we can't always get what we ask for. Avangar, Ethereon, Angelica, Grifold, Cinnabar, Whiplina, up the ramp into the module where the fairy talk will lead you. You know the drill. Meow, meow, Pop, me too, me too, me too. Let's go, let's go. Pop God manifests, a slow lap dissolves as the mothership Isondra moves through a starry colored sky. Captain Isondra pilots her ship and the crew through space as it weaves through proverbial red threads of love and gravity, finally disappearing into black space. Meanwhile, back on Earth, Angela, Zirkle, and Asurgis emerge through the frozen fountain on the edge of an icy daze. They are ten years older. Oh, Zirkle, Zirkle, oh, you're alive, you're safe. Please don't tell me we have to do all this all over again. I just don't think I could stand it. Wake up, wake up, Angela. You've been dreaming again. Time to get ready for the reunion. It's tonight, you know. Or did you forget? Reunion? Oh, right, Zirkle, our ten-year reunion. How could I forget? Oh, gosh. Where did you go? Did you call Jennifer? Jennifer, did you call Jennifer? I've got to get her over here to do my hair. Lead the way, Asurgis. I am the way, Angela. You should know that by now. Asurgis prances ahead, leading them back to Crestone. Angela, Jennifer, and Zirkle head to their ten-year high school reunion, after which everyone gathers in the open field where they join Sierra and her mother sitting around the campfire. Sparks shooting toward the sky, becoming stars. They all play music and scan the sky for signs of alien ships. Oh, holy snail trail. Did you see that one? There it goes. Well, see what? See what, Sierra? Grandma Gaga, did you see anything? Well, honey, we are in Crestone, after all. Get a sanctuary, Angela. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, Asurgis, go ask Mom to bring those marshmallows and chocolate bars and graham crackers, too. We need to make s'mores. Asurgis skitters back to Wisteria's house. She is reading The Master and Margarita. Hey, the kids are out there. They want to make s'mores. Come on, Wisteria. Get all the make-up. Well, come on, Wisteria. They're all out there waiting with those hippies and that Sierra's mother, remember? Well, they're looking for another alien ship. Amen. Oh, for heaven's sake. Asurgis, get a sanctuary. There's nothing out there to see. Let's see. Let's go get the fixings for s'mores, and we'll go out there together. Wisteria and Asurgis go into the kitchen for s'mores fixings. She stops short, clutches her chest, and then collapses. Asurgis stops short, hair stands straight up on end. Meanwhile, back out of the campfire, they are all laughing and singing as sparks from the campfire rise up to meet a full golden moon in the clear, dark, blue Colorado sky. Far out, man. Look. What's that up there between Orion's belt and... Oh, yeah. I can see the Seven Sisters clearly today. Just look at that. Oh, Circle, look at that. It's just like Asuria. Circle, it looks like Asuria. Do you see that? Oh, wow. I am always with you, dear. Your grandma Gaga is so right. You have seen there's no such thing as time. Now, I see clearly on a cloud of relativity. Mom, is that you? That was wonderful. It sounds like a beautiful poem. Yes, my dear. I'm just a breath away, like in the line of poetry from... Oh, yeah, Mom. I remember that poem. It's called The Garden, where he's meditating. Well, Angela, who are you talking to, Angela? Well, Mom and I are talking about that poem, The Garden. It's a poem by Andrew Marvell, the 17th century metaphysical poet, you know. Oh, brilliant. Yes, Angela. Dear, I remember that 17th century metaphysical poet, Andrew Marvell. Yes. Your mother and I recited that line all the time. I understand it better now, Mrs. Dalloway. It's about the collective consciousness, isn't it? Oh, brilliant, Angela. Yes. He meditates on the beauty of his garden. He says he is annihilating all which was made into a green thought, in a green shade. Oh, yeah, Mrs. Dalloway. I remember studying that poem in your class. It's about how we can create our own personal world of true agape, love, peace, and harmony. And as we do that for ourselves, it also affects others. Oh, Zirkle. Like simple ripples in a pond. And speaking of ripples, Zirkle, you've lost your stutter. You're speaking more clearly now. Way to go, Zirkle. Well, that's true, Zirkle. Good. You two have really grown up over the past ten years. Yes, we have, Grandma Gaga. We've been following the way of a third just too. The way of agape love, harmony, compassion, and peace. Seventeenth century poets were pretty far ahead of their time, weren't they? Or maybe time is just relative, Angela. Gravity itself is love. Like the acaipos. You got that right, Angela. It pulled us together, Angela. Just like Anelita and Shavano, nothing can hold love back. Gravity symbolizes agape love. An attraction. A streaming of our consciousness toward itself. Toward each other. Toward home. Oh, how very true, Zirkle. You and Angela are realizing who you really are. Time works across all time. To heal fear and hate. You might even stop that solar tsunami from ever happening. Love is the only way. Well, yeah. Like I always said, it's the way of a third just now. Now, just where in tarnation is that cat, anyway? A third just? A third just? Oh, fine, Mysteria. Well, I was just talking with her, Grandma Gaga. She's singing. Listen. Listen. Oh, you're right. Here it goes now. Kind of like an ethereal choir. They're playing all the way to the star. I hear it now, too. You can always hear my song. Listen to your inner voice. It will never leave your future, clearly. You may like to always know me. The way you do the world of love, not fear. Do the life of love, my dear. Do the life of love, and never fear. You could also be based upon me. It will never leave you. The way of your joy, the way of peace. Always know the way. Harmony, reality that's free. Free of hate and bigotry. Free of war and insanity. Keep love in your heart. And know that I am near. Farewell, my dear. Farewell, my dear. Farewell, my dear. Mom? Mom? Pop God's camera zooms into deep space and hovers over planet Earth, shifting in and out of focus as the entire history of the world flashes by, finally settling on a perfect aquamarine blue and green world Finally, we're at peace. But wait. We have to make a move. This is done, people. Only when you're going to curl your hair. While I'm not sure what this might mean, we could plan for a new reality. A reality based not on hatred, hypocrisy, prejudice, war, and war. But a reality based on true self-love. A reality of love. Love like gratitude. Like those couples who offer themselves. The red threads of love. Holding it all together. Only time will tell. Only time will tell. It's all people's good stuff. It's a problem. Just a problem. This is Desi Hopkins, here to meet you with ACIW-100.7 on your FM dial. Right here in the beautiful downtown Brookings, where every day is an awesome day. And we can always choose to say yes. Like this. Indeed. Very, very good. Remember to catch us on podcast at KCIW.org. Forward slash Angelitas Wings. That's A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. A-N-G-E-L-I-T-A-S dash wings. Thank you for watching!