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The Madonna Mission: P O S T F A C E

Over the next ten years the remaining populations of the CW and NWO gathered from across the Earth under the leadership of Adam Fismor and Martin Rocha. A representative government was established that held leaders accountable in limited offices that were checked and balanced in power. Accountability for partisanship was especially monitored and established. 

The CW and NWO disbanded their organizations and united as citizens of Eden. In these ten years, construction of large interplanetary vessels began. 

Two were sufficient for earth's population, which now settled at only several thousand. 

A ship resembling the Madonna was constructed to carry Ava, Megan, Misty, and Brooklyn. Also aboard this ship was a crew of 20 people who would help settle Eden. 

After 12 years of Cryogenic sleep the crew arrived at the entrance of the wormhole. The three days traveling through the wormhole it is rumored were spent in the company of the ICs. The 20 crew members present along with Ava, Megan, Misty, and Brooklyn neither confirmed nor denied the presence of the ICs. 

It was expected similar anomalies would occur while the other two ships passed through the wormhole. Some people spoke of such anomalies, others unequivocally denied anything like it. 

Everyone arrived to Eden safely, the years leading up to and during the exodus were a peaceful and united time for humanity. 

— Editing Team


I, Adam Fismor, now speak again to you dear reader. Forgive my sentimental tone — I blame it on my advanced years and the departure of my wife, Ava. 

Ava and I married shortly after our arrival on Eden. Ava’s death (from natural causes) has caused me to reflect on the events of the past and what we most need to remember moving forward. 

I understand that as Martin and I age in years, and as we step down from our positions of leadership — many of us worry that old wounds will become new in ensuing elections. We fear the division and violence that is so natural for all of us.

It is my hope and the hope of all involved in the creation of this document that a review of our history will help us to maintain peace on Eden as we move forward.

My wife, Ava, naturally wrestled with the pain caused by the death of her son Carson, the other ICs, and her fellow crew members. Misty, Megan, Brooklyn, myself and many others share these same sentiments. Not a single soul on Eden is spared from the pain of enjoying the plenty of Eden without our loved ones. Loved ones who have perished in the horrors of what we experienced on Earth — at the hands of people we now live among. 

We all have every reason to feel anger and bitterness settle on our hearts as the wonders of Eden wear off, and the pain of this loss continues on. The truth is, no amount of capable leadership or policy will have any greater impact on our peace than every person's daily decisions to maintain that peace in their own heart. 

Ava, days before her death, insisted that Martin transcribe a message she felt a great urgency to share. She desired for Martin to share it with whoever he felt needed it. Martin has asked that I include what has now been named, ‘Ava’s Manifesto’, in this document. 

I share in solidarity the words Ava wrote before her passing. Though her message was addressed primarily to women, I hope everyone can feel the relevance, universality, and value of her message.


APPENDICES (3)

1. Ava’s Manifesto

This all started with a crew of several brave women. I hope every woman who hears or reads my words, can feel the importance of her calling to humanity. 

I’m not much of a writer or speaker. But what I’ve learned I feel a great burden to share.

I know that sometimes it seems that in order to survive, you need to turn off your heart. But as soon as you turn off your heart, there’s nothing worth living for anymore. Your greatest strength is your heart.

I know it’s scary to love, because you could lose the ones you love, and that’ll hurt. But it’s worth it. In loving you will gain so much more than you could ever lose. The universe is kinder than we think and has a way of giving you what you need, just when you need it. Keep moving forward with faith, believing that somewhere someone or something has got your back.

The danger of life can cause you to become terrified, and you’ll want to keep your precious ones wrapped in your arms forever. But the world needs them as much as you do. Teach them, always have a place for them in your arms, but never let your fear become the reason they don’t fly. If you do that, they’ll resent you — and you’ll become the hurt you tried so hard to keep them from.  

Learn to know and control your fear. Fear comes from not knowing – the more you know the less you will fear. Instead of looking away from what scares you, face and look at it directly and it will start to fear you. The moment you decide to pretend your fear doesn’t exist, it will begin to hurt those you love through you, and you won’t be able to see it. Stop running — and face your fears. 

You are worth standing up for and protecting. You’re not strong, patient or loving when you let yourself endure abuse. It is not your responsibility to teach others to control their anger or aggression, but by peacefully standing up for yourself — you demand a standard of civility and kindness. Those who don’t yet have that standard will love you forever for not letting them get away with treating you like that; and if they don’t, you’ll be glad you didn’t waste any time trying to get them to change.

You don’t have to be perfect at anything, and you never will be. Stop playing that game. Assume you will mess up, and give yourself the same compassion you would give a toddling child that’s learning to walk. Accept people as they are, don’t blind yourself by your expectations. Love them, let them teach you, understand them as best you can, trust the good parts in them, and protect yourself from the bad parts. People deserve to be loved where they’re at, and that includes you. 

Being a woman or a man is not a virtue in and of itself, being a good woman or man is. And that takes you deciding to live and fight for love in spite of loss and fear. It’s a decision no one but you can hold you back from, it’s the greatest opportunity you will ever have, and it’s never too late to take it.

You are needed and what you do matters. The choices you make today have the power to determine the fate of our world, our species, our family.

— Avangaline Ross

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