This work is derived from a series of shamanic journeys.
For commentary, please look to the previous installments of this series.
There are many truths.
In an infinite universe, everything is true.
In this session, events become nonlinear with various themes playing out at the same time.
Here is the best representation we can attempt.
Lighting the Sun
Leaving Terra Firma
We play before an audience now, of beings seen and unseen. Extraterrestrials, nature spirits, angelic beings, and others from nonphysical realms, planetary entities, our ancestors and our progeny, all come to se our improvised ballet. Cetaceans follow us with sonar, and the hidden third species of sentient terrestrials watch us from close by within their mists. These latter have established a direct link through the roots of the Earth, though they are not ready to reveal themselves until they have established the impeccability of our intent. They sound us out now, taking our measure through this and all lives, all times.
The shifting aurora of the Earth flows around our calves.
Six great black cats step forth to join us. Two attend us each one to either side. They share their power with us, to aid us in our endeavor.
Around us is an endless desert of sand.
Not sand here, but snow — endless ridges of snow at the crown of the Earth. Hidden in the mountains here, tucked away forever from physical sight, is a base, an outpost of extraterrestrial origin. This place is the terminus of a portal to many other worlds. The signal here is clear and unwavering, as a beacon to travelers. This base now is quiet, abandoned, full of the ghosts of the distant past.
In the sky over these mountains, and over the plains of the river Ganges, a battle was fought, here and over the valley of the Tigres and Euphraties. The fear-breeders opposed the Galactic Enlightened, as great lightships dueled in the skies. In the balance hung the fate of humanity and the entire planet, whether it would be a living hell of fear and ignorance, or a nursery of illumined ascension. As the battle raged above, humanity quaked in obeisance, praying to appease the gods overhead and ensure their own survival.
Crystal Ankh in my left hand, I lay with my sarcophagus. At my head sits the pilot, himself entombed along with me. He steers this thoughtship to a destination in the stars. We travel in a simple box that transports us through space; no engine here but our own minds. Unseen, we direct ourselves to our singular destination.
No clear victor in this war of domination over Earth. Fear-breeders count themselves the winner. Though banned once more from overt domination, still fear and ignorance rule humanity. They do not see how truth and love still operate as the base upon which their impoverished illusion is fostered. Nor do they understand that in the end their illusion must fall, and their own ignorance with it, subdued by the fundamental foundation tone of light and love.
As for the humans, they must be allowed to choose for themselves whether they shall have ten or one hundred generations of ignorance before they open their eyes. Or whether they shall destroy this planet entirely, handing the torch of their awakening over to another probability. And this is what the galactic Enlightened fought for: the free will of humanity to choose their own path. And thus do they consider themselves the victors.
We stand in the snowfields, high in the mountains, awaiting our hosts. Through the rarified air we hear — or rather feel — the hum of the mantra of enlightenment. It is a light without source, that beckons.
The Galactic Enlightened know that humans were the true victors here, who won this battle through their prayers. Although voiced in fear and ignorance, their prayers spoke of an innate knowledge of inner truth. And though the fear and ignorance may appear to dominate, light and love would prevail. For what is the darkness but the shadow defining the light. And what it fear but the shadow that renders love all the more poignant.
In our sarcophagus of light, we travel the breadth of the universe. All light is information, time is the unraveling of information, and motion is the conception of knowledge. Our journey is our education. Our destination is the distant stars. When we have ingested enough information ourselves, so that the light we omit is blinding, and our gravity draws lesser bodies into our orbit, then we will be stars ourselves.
In the jungle of our being, our DNA grows in a thick and tangled stand. A library of inner knowledge, it is at present impenetrable. In the darkness of this swamp, our genes stew randomly in a pool of chaos. No light can penetrate the canopy. Yet, when a light does shine upon this pool, warming and energizing the waters there, this stew will be unraveled by the instruction of that light, and it will construct itself into multiple living lattices of crystalline form.
We stand on a field of hard-packed snow, harkening to the unheard call of distant mantras. Before us, appears in shadow a being nearly twice our size. It is a furry hominid, gentle as the falling snow. The silhouette nearly dissolves into the landscape, and then it is standing before us in solid form. Wordlessly it communicates, bidding us to follow.
Without sound, the creature turns and disappears into a nearby wall of stone. We approach the wall, and there we find a hidden entrance. We follow a tunnel deep into the mountain. Ahead of us, our escort leads the way with a floating orb of light to illuminate the path.
Holding her index finger to her lips to indicate silence, Estrella takes Travis by the hand and leads him into a secret side passage. A part of each of them continues with the rest of us — Our escort, Gillian and myself.
She hurries him into a mining cart and they set off along a railway leading through a hand cut shaft. They race down a steep incline, heading for the heart of the Earth.
We are led into a large circular chamber, dimly lit by crystals in the walls. there are many Yeti in this chamber. We are greeted by one of their elders, communicating nonverbally. ‘It is good to see you. Long have we waited for this day. We tend to this portal here.’
He draws our attention to the center of the chamber, which is the focal point of the room. Extra-dimensionally, it is a window on the universe.
Passing through a large, bottomless cavern, they see other rails to either side, off in the distance. On these rails ride other carts with other occupants, bound on similar journeys. Traversing the bridge, they are directed down another, even more narrow shaft. They accelerate until the wall become a blur.
‘It is time for the ceremony to begin.’ the elder communicated. ‘You will have a place of honor here.’
The drumming begins, though we cannot see its source. The Yeti begin to dance. They circle around the perimeter of the chamber, building up energy. We can feel the energy they generate directed to the central focal point of the hall, which begins to glow.
The Yeti sit in a circle. From each one, a strand of awareness runs to the focal point in the middle of the room, like spokes of a wheel.
The elder places Travis and I on the focal point, saying ‘This is your place of honor.’
They are deposited in a small chamber at the heart of the Earth. Estrella produces a small, multi-hued crystal. On the floor in the middle of this chamber is a receptacle cut in the shape of the crystal. Estrella places the crystal into the receptacle; it is a perfect fit. A concentrated beam of powerful light shines up through the crystal, penetrating the roof of the chamber and continuing through the Earth.
“We must go now!”
Estrella takes Travis’s hand and rushes him out of the chamber. They quickly ascend. As they travel, Travis understands that what they had just done was to be kept secret. The many who were watching had their attention diverted to the ceremony of the Yeti. There were some who were not meant to see the emplacement of the crystal.
Standing at the focal point, we feel a concentrated beam of energy rise up from deep within the Earth. It enters through our feet and flows up through our bodies. The volume and frequency is almost overwhelming. It washes us clean and transforms us into pure circuits, open channels.
The beam of light rises out of the crown of our heads and continues to shine upward, penetrating our atmosphere and conducting through the depths of space. Our awareness is drawn up with it, as on a transport beam that connects us with all of the distant points of the universe.
In my left hand, the crystal Ankh melts away.
We are lost in the moment, giving ourselves totally to the endless pillar of light conducted through us.
The ceremony is over. The Yeti smile upon us, delighted with our success. We have passed some test or initiation and have been transfomed as a result. The frequency of our vibration has been permanently raised. We are now free conductors of light and information (which is light), from the heart of the Earth to the stars.
Our thoughtship continues on through space, bearing the imprint of what was done here to the farthest reaches of the universe. The reverberation of these thoughtforms is on an eternal trajectory to infinity.
Beneath the bed where I lay, something stirs deep within the Earth, reaching for the surface. It is the dragon awakening. With its powerful legs and tail, it plows its way out of the Earth, bearing with it energy from the heart of the Earth. The dragon breathes its golden flame into my solar plexus, filling me with energy.
This light radiates out from me, out through the lattice geometry of the pyramid, energizing it with vitality. The latticework surges with yellow flame, lighting up key figures throughout the pyramid. Before barred, the Eye of Horus, open now. Other hieroglyphs are energized throughout the pyramid.
The shaman banked the coals.
He places crystals on my solar plexus and my heart. a geometric pattern weaves itself over my stomach and chest, resembling the cat’s cradle. It is the kabbalistic tree of life, knitted on my chest. The lines and orbs of the figure shine with golden yellow light. It is the light of the sun, rising to illuminate the day.
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