Let us begin by telling you what has come to be, how we live, where and why. Perhaps this will give you reason and understanding regarding the importance of your doing what can be done to expedite the transition of your future.

This place we will describe for you and the life we share is far from the Island of Maura, where the New Millennium began.

It is a chosen site where one of the new communities began, deep inside the Continent you know as America...not in a tropical paradise, but in near-desert, in a place where the sandstone slabs dip gently east, down from a high plateau, down from the sparse juniper forest and deep red soil, cut by widening sandstone canyons which spill out into the broad valley long ago abandoned to the stench and corruption that finally ended the techno-industrial era in the first century of the new millennium.

The valley itself, far below, is decaying rubble as far as the eye can see...rectilinear boxes of crumbling concrete with twisting bars of steel curling their dying fingers toward the sky as if in desperate plea for mercy...like the fingers of the drowning or those caught in the flows of lava.

All recognizable natural life has been squeezed from the landscape, squashed by the frenzied quest for sprawl that finally irradicated all but the last of the empire-mongers and the consumption hordes that have eaten themselves into extinction.

We venture down there seldom. The survivors...the last of this extincting species... are still hunting each other as their only viable food source. Soon they will extinct completely and we can begin the reclamation of the river, the mesas, the desert and the tree-lined valleys they destroyed.

This will take at least a century. To finally irradicate the names Montrose, Delta, Grand Junction from the earthscape, memory and time will take at least as long as it did to reclaim the basins of Los Angeles and Denver, which were abandoned two hundred years before this valley bore the brunt of the frantic exodus from California and the Denver front-range...now all just rolling soil-covered mounds of archaeological evidence thankfully forgotten as sentinels to the most horrific holocaust in human history....the holy wars of greed.

The stench still rises from this valley as the choking chemicals and smoke work the last of their destructive pall into the bodies of those whose destiny did not permit them to grow. We have chosen the site for this Citadel to be upwind from their smoke and pollution...to our back and upwind are miles of stretching open land.

The piles of vehicles and structures now clogging the valley below...the trinkets they became so obsessed with each day become a bit more silent and abandoned as their era and their lineages fade from the memories of the planet.

Their appearances vaguely resemble our own, making it almost impossible to imagine that in a time...in fact, in your time...we saw each other as members of a common species. Even then ,though...even in the time you are living now...the indications of evolutionary schisms were surfacing.

You may..there in your own time... become capable of discerning those indications in those around you as they manifest themselves through evolutional generation. The degenerative subspecies which will become incapable of change and so relinquish itself to extinction, will lapse into hypnotic de-humanization manifested by obsessions with spectator sports, massive group events, fanatic acquisition of combustible engine vehicles, flimsy appearance based housing bloated completely out of proportion with their needs or productivity, myopic patriotic allegiance to obviously corrupt political leaders, frantic travel to destinations their impacts destroy, obsessive dwelling on cathedral-like malls where thin plastic consumer products are doled out to them in pathetic symbological remedy to their deepening sense of spiritual vacancy and loss of all natural ties to the land, planet and environment.

We are looking at their legacy here today...this choked and smoking wasteland...too putrid and toxic for we who continued to evolve and change to consider entering. We see them, increasingly stooped, disheveled, violent, killing their own young for food, raping their own mates, tearing what little there is left of the artificial world they created in their ascendance to destruction apart...almost as if part of their destiny just at the end of their own extinction is to render the edifices of their greed into the dust it must become to begin the healing of the New Millennium.

You have among you (and you are one of them) persons discernibly different and becoming more divergent daily in their spiritual basis, evolution and relationship with the land and other species.

We are the legacy of that divergence...the beginning of the next species...one finally capable of bridging the incredible power of the ancestral homo-sapien mind with the millenniums of legacy linking us to all the other species and the welfare of this precious planet.

Here, on the edge of this wasted valley, with its carrion stretching as far as the eye can see, your children's children's children have begun a lifestyle and community which today flourishes with the promise of abundant harmony and hope as it watches the death throws of the homo-sapien line, now degenerated into the neandethral heathenism from which it spawned.

The Citadel...our home... is barely discernible from the beige-brown rim rock which surrounds it, perched in a side canyon just below the rim, facing south to the white peaks gathering clouds in the distance.

Many people move about, but compared to the urban din you live in, our community is nearly silent. We have learned that the clamor and noise is unnecessary. It also destroys a certain subtle connectedness to the intuitive and unconscious, which we have come to recognize as the whispers which connect and guide us all, not just as individuals moving through the mist of time in quest of meaning, but also as a functioning and viable whole...our community of brothers...our citadel.

We speak to each other softly. No noise is made unless it is necessary and only then with the warning and permission of those we surround. This doesn't hamper what we do, it simply magnifies its mystery.

The Citadel is very busy, but not in a frantic or frenzied way. The loudest sound is the wind and the laughter of children.

The city is built with curvilinear forms of natural materials which when no longer usable will return quickly to the soil which gave them birth. Its forms are studiously designed and executed to compliment and reflect the structure, colors and forms of the surrounding terrain, which we revere as having life and intent of its own, which we are wise and duty bound to study, compliment and respect.

No smell is present here that would not be present if we were gone, except for the smells made by our own bodies themselves, which are individually distinct, subtle and rich.

Despite the arid desert which hosts our Citadel, the interior of its walled confines is verdant with the growing things which foster healthy life. They grow basically without demand or care as a result of centuries of meditative study concerning the nature and character of plants and the animal life they sponsor. We no longer torture vegetable life from the soil with chemical sludge the way your culture has. This technique produces angry plants which eventually eat those who eat them. Instead, we have acquired deep knowledge regarding their benevolent spirit and needs and through that understanding have come to a point of harmony in which we give them all of what they need and they return that favor....all effortlessly. The agricultural community of your generation is now gone. It is seen in retrospect as a violent and horribly destructive byproduct of early evolution which, in the end, became one of the most intractable obstacles to progress of all degenerative strains of the homo-sapien line...insistent on its right to toxify the planet with its excuse that the world needed food, which only it could provide...eventually prostituted and choked to death by corporate pillage.

There are still some small vacant spaces left far out on the valley floor visible from here representing the last bastions of their agricultural war-fields which survived the development onslaught of the greed and consumption they promulgated...which eventually covered over much of the land base they controlled. Those plots remain so toxically polluted with petroleum-derived chemicals that they may, indeed, even in our own expanded lifetimes never be reclaimable and will simply have to be covered over and hopefully forgotten.

We have learned to construct our citadels with walled systems which screen out much of the invasive life which spawned this agrochemical genocide along with unproductive animal life which can pose serious competitive problems in this desert domain.

We have very little need for vehicles, which are not allowed within the citadel at all. Most of this relinquishment has come through design. We have come to know that beyond certain balancing numbers, the size and population of a community begins insuring its own deterioration and demise. Principle among these destructive forces are the need for traveling long distances to meet our daily lifestyle needs.

If the population of a Citadel is kept within reason, no need for transportation arises. But the main criterion of controlled size is the democracy we live within, which deteriorates rapidly if a community grows beyond the size we find comprehensible as individuals.

The guiding rule of design to protect democratic community and consensus governance has turned out to be quite simple....it's restricted by what an individual can see standing on the top of their dwelling. The boundaries of our community are limited by the vision of its members...quite literally. Nothing is expanded in a Citadel which is not basically visible by every existing member of the community from the vantage point of their roof...where we spend a good deal of our time.

. After trying thousands of planning criterion down through the centuries...this one alone...experientially, has turned out to be the one which works to safeguard the erosional danger of democracy deteriorating into representational government (which invariably becomes controlled by greed and deceit). What has sustained this principle in practice is that is so simple in its administration and so honoring of the needs and perspective of every individual.

Like so many of the things which attain beauty and sustenance in longer stretches of time, the Citadels look so simple. They are, indeed. But their legacy, intent and design have proven complex and experiential beyond any capacity to describe. It will just have to suffice to let you know that the peace and fulfillment we feel dwelling here in their protective folds is enriching beyond your wildest dreams, especially in contrast to the relative hell your automobiles, pesticides, communications towers, rabid growth, sound polluting devices, sprawl and public lands destruction through automated recreational devices have alienated in your race during the times you live making all real spiritual and emotional growth and enrichment for those of you who have evolved beyond the neandethral consumer quagmire all but impossible.

Perhasps this enough for one day. We will leave this venture now for a while...this description of the hope which lies ahead of you. We will return to it later to show you why you may chose to act and what will become of that action...how you can bequeath the gift we describe on a shorter time frame to your future generations to come...indeed to we...who now speak to you from the other side of some stretch of time whose length is much more subject to your determining than you can presently imagine. We will come back to this. But a larger task lies before us. We must tell you about the history...the story...which presently links you to us and the time in generations which lie ahead for you...the things that brought this miraculous lifestyle into being and how you can help us all effectively to achieve this earlier...through the use of tools which have taken generations to fashion and hone.

Our intention is to send those tools backwards through time to expand your choices and humanity's hope. We will return now to a time closer to your own and begin showing you the links in history you may soon be able to determine.