I am sharing this with you my dear brothers from the silver shores of this virgin world. I call it Eden. Father whispered the name to me. I do not remember much of how I… Plus
I have talked about a vertical tube made of some kind of metallic dense material I have seen in my astral travels. The surface is not even, there are cables and balconies everywhere on the surface. Down the bottom is very dark and everyone on the upper levels, bathing in the light, are working to pull people out of the dimensional well. I have seen my lifetimes and personalities be raised on a cable, a small lift or a platform. They would all react in unique ways to their rescue. Some would jump in joy and do some acrobatics. One would sit and moan and kick and raise their arms to the light. There are so many more. Some came in groups. Many grabbed someone and pulled another in, by their own intention.
So I started sending my own people up the dimensional well. People I would hear or see that needed the boost. It accelerated the process until it was a stream of small shuttles like elevators going up and up the tube. Then, a little girl was sitting on the platform with her legs swinging and holding a red balloon. People are cheering on the balconies of the dimensional well. There’s been more and more people watching the elevators go by. Now there is confetti falling like snow landing on everyone. After she got out, the dimensional well was closed, sealed. I thought that was it.
The next moment, pressure was building up and it blew the lid and the well inside out.
Now, there is no well. Only balconies holding crowds lying all around like the leaves of a tree. I see only white arched rectangular balconies and dark silhouettes packed shoulder to shoulder. The little girl now is the Princess. She is an infant gracious form shining silver and white. The energy in her moves to produce in her hand un bouquet de fleurs. Below is flying, in her direction, what seems to me like an artificial intelligence, a drone with a grip heading precisely for the flowers almost falling off her hand, retrieves it carefully while the Princess’s platform flies high into the light.
I am in a mood, as my dear teacher Adamus would say.
I fear. It is such a sticky presence; fear.
It won’t leave me ignoring it. It has many friends, all as unpleasant. There is regret. This one is the worst!
My superpower is to know what my next move should be. I can clearly hear instructions about the immediate action to take. And yet and yet, sometimes, I don’t follow it. Usually because I just do the opposite. And today even after a long time is past since I acted in that way, I still can feel the regret.
It is as though this reality I created through my action was not the one I wanted. I want to go back and change it. I create in my mind a place where I did differently. Where I did instead of did not.
My dear teacher Kryon says that some of us are Contradictarians. He says that’s perfect. That it led us here. So I guess that, when I do something that is chaotic in appearance, it must mean there is a part of me that sees potential there. I would love to say great potential because I can feel the great force that is pushing me forward.
This story opens on a grey, industrial, and highly occult society. Buildings are tall in the city and the streets are buzzing with activity at night under the orange light of the electrical lamp posts. People are dressed in black cloths and hats. They carry piles of books in their hands as they walk in a hurry in the streets. One climbs down the stairs to the basement of a dark building sitting at a crossroad. The young man enters a bar loud with music and heavy with smoke. He takes his coat off and drops it on the nearest table. The place is full tonight and the crowd stops their movements to witness his passing through the dance floor, toward the opposite corner of the bar where he enters a dark room.
The people here have incredible minds. They acquired immense quantities of knowledge in a short period of time. They organized their society in degrees the first degree is the lowest or the less knowledgeable. While the 36° was awarded to only a handful of people in their history. But today as the young man walks into the dark room, there is a 36° in this city. He calls himself Red Dragon. His knowledge gave him the means to use creation as a personal playground. Him and his disciples were manipulating time and space and blood and were slowly digging up forces they really didn’t comprehend.
Gabriel was sitting with me and our brothers archangels in heaven, opening his heart about the Red Dragon disturbing his peace. He spent time following this, in silence and contemplation. I watched him from afar pondering and pacing. And then he suddenly knew. He flashed out of heaven and landed in a dark alley, two blocks away from the temple where the red Dragon was performing a powerful ritual that very night. He walked the streets with resolve, he knew where he was going. He was looking at the stairs going to the basement each step of the way. He studied the building, he felt the presence inside. He knew they were numerous. And powerful. So he thought he would entertain them under the moon. So he was looking very good as he dropped his coat in the crowded bar walking through and entering the ante chamber to the main room. In the darkness between two doors, he unpacked his wings and the door blew open.
The room was grand and luxurious. All sitting on golden chairs were standing up to the interruption and looking toward Gabriel. Red Dragon was in the middle of the room standing, his hands in the air, his book before him. He was a tall and large man with a red Dragon painted across his body. Gabriel walked right to him locking his eyes in his. He knew exactly what being was hiding inside the body, smiling arrogantly. But Gabriel did not give him any time to speak or to even move. In the middle of their sacred room and in front of all his disciples, Gabriel grabbed Red Dragon by the shoulders and they both disappeared into a flash of light of the subtlest blue. The silence was like butter, thick and greasy. No words were spoken after that. All ran out the exists like mice.
Gabriel brought Red Dragon on Eden. There is a desert behind the mountains where countless bones lie, that Gabriel likes to sit in silence with. He immediately sat where he stood in is favourite contemplation position while a gigantic Red Dragon was spitting fire directly at him with such rage. Nothing could affect Gabriel here. He was protected by the density of the light present in this place preventing also flight for the Dragon. No time passes here while he spits fire and stomps and walks around with nothing to do with his anger.
I go visit my brother Gabriel often, sitting with him in the desert. I like to make him smile and sometimes that is all I get.
Now the Dragon is sitting with us. He abandoned his draconic appearances and sits among us as a man. He looks young, his features are like chiselled. His face is angelic. Like a glorious statue.
Now we laugh the three of us sitting in the desert. Out loud. Gabriel stands up to our astonishment. We jump up on our feet with the same enthusiasm. My brother grabs us both by the shoulders and starts walking toward the Crystal Cathedral far to the North.
– “Brother! Are we really walking there?
– Yes. We are. Now, the training begins.”
Commander opens his eyes to the bluish white light coming from the arched window covering the length of the locker room. This place lies between the crossroads and the gates, welcomes a uninterrupted flow of souls getting ready for their adventures. He sits among the rows of silver, rectangular lockers, alone on a bench, holding is head in his hands; taking a deep breath. He remembers only a glimpse of his meeting with the superior circle of authority. He remembers clearly receiving the command of the ship called Collective. They said: you decide.
He sits on the bench holding his head thinking of a heading. Where to? He chooses instead to punch it, like he is used to, and see what happens. He is used to the streams of light. He can adapt and transform the ship he maneuvers with his consciousness. All streams are different. Some are the softest breeze of down spiraling soft white light. Some are orange and black laser beam heading straight through space. Some are huge like galaxy wide violet superhighway of light. To adapt to the stream is to change form to offer less resistance and deliver more efficiency.
Commander steps onto the bridge of Collective. He heads with focus to the map stand situated at the center of it and studies his surroundings. He sees the ship underneath what it seems like an infinite ocean of shining golden honey. He understands there is nowhere to go but forward. He turns away his attention from the map. He is not excited. He leaves the bridge for his ready room and sits at his desk. After a moment of silence he pulls open the drawer to his right. He grabs his old golden compass exhaling deeply. Here we are, he said, looking into the intricate instrument. He stood up the compass in his right hand heading enthusiastically to the map. He activates the compass to the map and now follows the regions denser with light in this sea of gold. Toward the most light, then, he thought.
Collective is shaped like a torpedo spinning at high velocity. Going through the golden honey ocean takes time and space. It is a discomforting time of joy and healing. Commander sits in his chair with one eye on the compass and one eye on his personal files. He screens them to remember all he is doing throughout Collective. He also feels his healing happening. He knows he plays a role in those stories and he makes sure he acts with honour, compassion and patience in all aspects of his being.
Now, Collective springs out of the ocean and floats with the big ripples toward a red horizon. The top half part of the ship opens above the crew’s head. All can see a fading blue sky and massive dark red dust clouds straight ahead. The ship grows 3 massive parallel sails on each board to cut through the incoming winds of dust. They also provide the forward push from the energy they gather building pressure. More miniature sails head out from the head of the ship, into the storm biting as much as possible into the red sand, pulling the ship forward.
Now Collective leaves the golden honey sea and flies through nothing but fine red dust, warping the cloud through space around itself like a veil.
I am flying over a vast plain of dry yellow grass. Mikael is standing alone in that field, looking at the horizon. I recognize his energy, it is quite familiar. It feels like it is I who is standing there. I see next, a whole legion of shadow beings calmly walking toward Mikael. He recognizes their energies. He remembers each individual. He sees himself in experiences past fighting them, imprisoning them, smiting them. He feels the strange sensation of Light pushing against Night.
There is a long silence now, in the field, in which I see their memories. I feel their sentiments. They understand the War between them is quite literally Ancient History. Mikael takes a deep breath as the tension of the silence releases. He knows all those walking the same ground as him are his brothers. He can feel Love, birthing for them, in his heart. It resonates in the field of yellow grass and embraces everyone there.
His smiles. He thinks: this is most exciting!
Lilith was shining bright in the middle of our Sacred Circle. Xander and Rion entered the circle, walked toward Her like they were being called by an Enchanting Song.
She opened her arms with Joy and greeted them.
They stared in silence.
She invited them closer and reached with both hands, touching them under the jaw with one finger. There was a Great Blast as they grew like sprouts becoming trees but they were Giants, folded on themselves, finally standing straight.
The two moons appeared in the sky of Eden. A gathering was called in the Green Meadows. Lilith, magnificent in white with black hair covering her back, stands inside the Circle. She smiles in a way we have never known. A mysterious way that is undefinable. Out of knowledge. But we feel her Love. She looks at us like She would something new, sensing every one of our hearts. She is in Joy.
She takes a deep breath and speaks:
– I ask for help. For my brother. I present him to you.
She turns slightly and extend her arm. He appears beneath her hand, lying but floating above the ground. She directs him with the movements of her hand toward the centre of the Circle. The next moment, he is consumed in White Flames. She says:
– « Let him burn.
He is in Peace. He is in Joy. He laughs as we gather.
Let it burn strong. »
The White Flames, with all our focus, grew intensely. We know the importance of this Fire Ceremony yet have no understanding of it.
She turns to the Fire and raises her arms. She moves energies over the flames in a new way we have never known. She moves with great speed and reaches inside her with precision, taking out a piece of her. She shows it off to us witnessing, and throws it in the White Fire. She says:
– « We all take something and destroy it in the White Fire. Let it burn, my Children, let it burn. »
She, is burning with the White Fire.
The Green Sun
I see a Green Sun. I sent my agent to meet with the Scientist Officer already there to observe it. He has a research station in the closest dimension. The Green Sun is really a beauty to behold, hiding in plain sight.
I activated my Light Body and sat at its Core, to meet its signature. It was Home. It has a very familiar heart that feels like mine.
Encouraged by the Elders, I stand now before them with my hands over my head shaping a cup and holding the great green energy sphere. I let it build until it blasts out upward.
The Green Breath
I opened my eyes inside the Great White Tower of the Cathedral of Eden. I saw the splendour of the sacred architecture and the blue sky revealed through the openings. My focus was on a breath of green fire reaching high up the Main Tower. It dissipated a moment after I perceived it.
The Red Light House
I have stationed my ship with the nicest view of the Red Dawn. In the distance, between the Red Light House and I, it seems there is a vast plain of purple dust clouds reflecting in the most beautiful ways the red light appearing now. Everything stands still. Such wonders I discover. Always a New Horizon.
Adam stared at the Star In The Flesh standing before him. She had come from the sky. Father said she was coming. He said to seek her out. Adam left his Sons after a Great Meal among all the Tribes. He took his staff and walked the path to the East at Dawn. He has been walking the land through beauties he never imagined existed. He had a single thought. It was for his mate that stayed in the mountains with all their children.
He stared at the Star In The Flesh moving her body like it was talking to him. She even moved her face and eyes to express her speech. It worked, it seemed to him, because he understood she had left something behind and needed help getting it near the water. He smiled and put his staff on his shoulder, ready to carry on. She smiled and jumped and ran through the field.
At the end of the path was a spirit gathering. The crops were lying down in a circle. There was a man sitting under a small shelter looking at them running toward him. He was another Star In The Flesh. They glowed the same Golden Light. Father never said anything about there being two.
Adam decided to bow and lay his staff on the ground. He then sat with his legs folded, reached for his knife and made it dance in his fingers. He lifted it to the Sky and brought it down to his palm. the White Stone blade drew one drop of blood. Adam, the knife resting in both palms, offered it to the Man from the Sky. The Man laughed and observed it closely, touching it with reverence and passion.
Adam guided them out of the field and into the forest to his camp site. There was food prepared and sweet drinks. He had decorated his camp with many objects he created from what The Land had offered. Some piece he crafted way back in the desert when he started his journey with his Sons. He thought this was a good place for Stars In The Flesh to rest from their journey out of the Sky.
When the two Star Beings were settled and resting forehead to forehead lying inside the shelter, Adam, turned his back to them and headed deeper into the forest. He would observe from afar his Sister in God and what she would create with her mate. He knew it would be magnificent beyond his comprehension, he now only needed on thing; to call his Children to him.
He walked in complete silence until he found the last camp he had left. He sat and sparked a fire in the sacred circle of stones. The Flames moved with its own will. It burned nothing of the dirt under it. It turned blue for the first time as Adam starred into its gaze. He saw all the sacred fires burning in all the sacred stone circles where his Sons and Daughters were gathered. He saw her. His Mate. Lilith. They were all reunited. Every children came and sat by the blue fires, listening to Adam telling the tale of the Sister the Father gave him. He said:
– My Love. Children. A new Cycle has begun as you can see in the Fire. See it also in your Creation. Seek the New hiding there and give it attention. Make it champion. Give the New all you hold. We will learn to walk again. And we will fly once more, my Love.
We are sitting in silence face to face in the desert sun. Around us the mountains we know so well. Sometimes, we see the red dragon pass by, walking around in circle with his burning breath near the ground. We smile.
It is so great to be here again in your presence. It is here that I learn the most; beside you.
I wish to speak. It is about our brothers. Yes. You have heard me. I can here you now.
Ah! Ah! How great!
Did you hear? What did you see? The Seals and the Keys? I know you enjoy Royal Company. Tell me everything! Was there a Grand Bal and Incredible Beauties? Ah! I knew it! How was it? Grand, Of Course!
It is done!
I talk riddles. Look where you got me, Gab! Babbling about silly things. Ahh!
I am meeting many new brothers, and they come to me with their questions. I do my very best to answer with truth. You taught me that. I am a little nervous, I admit. I was shaking in my boots that other day! Truly! But I liked it. Bring it! As would say my dear brother Uriel.
I realize I know many things about many things. The answers come to me. You taught me that too.
So, thank you is what I mean to say. I am glad you are here among us.