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.
Third Eye Opening
Welcome now to the hour of my death. Welcome now to the hour of my birth. Each death is a new beginning; each birth is a door opening and a door closing. In each death there is birth, and in each birth there is death. Every moment of existence is a death and a birth, a birth and a death. Each blinking of the eyelids is a death and a birth. Each breath is a birth and a death. And in the rhythm of our breathing and the batting of our eyes is where we make our lives.
There are higher frequencies of which we are unaware, higher fields of existence, levels of energy, light, spirit and psyche with realms of existence of which we are largely unaware. Yet it is from these higher levels that our physical world is born, in each moment of existence. These are the levels to which the ascended masters attain. These are the levels where the lightships of extraterrestrials have their greater reality. These are the realms where the architecture and technology of Atlantis were erected, leaving few physical artifacts for modern archeologists to find. And these are the realms where the Atlanteans lived the greater part of their lives, until they were blinded by their own hubris, and the weight of their egos brought them crashing down into physical reality. These are the kingdoms from which humanity has been barred until such a time as we can enter them from the intimate perspective that we are all and that all is one.
Here this evening, as we open the directions, the feline energy of a pride of jaguars comes to guide us to these higher levels. Black jaguars parade in a circle around a large jaguar of yellow and black spots. These cats bring their vision to us, allowing us to see beyond this physical realm. Three large snakes attend, bringing the energy of a higher frequency to coil around our legs, like spirals of DNA. In the quarters, slender Kuan-Yin bodhisattvas attend, bearing love and grace. The figure in the southwest is opalescent with pink overtones. The figure to the northwest is opalescent with violet overtones. The figure to the northeast is black onyx. And to the southeast, she is carved of white ivory. In the east, a portal is open into the darkness of space. Through it approach an honor guard of eagles and hawks, bearing us the depth and clarity of their vision. The Earth sends up tendrils of energy that enter through the soles of our feet and pass up through our legs.
Before our journey begins, as a prologue to this evening, Gillian visits an earlier life as a countess in Spain. Estrella is her granddaughter. Both of them are well aware of who they truly are, though they keep this awareness to themselves, least they be persecuted as witches. Estrella is preparing to leave on an important journey.
“Be careful, granddaughter. Much is resting on your shoulders.”
“I will not fail, grandmother.”
The countess produces a small package wrapped in cloth, which she hands to Estrella. Unwrapping the cloth, Estrella finds a deck of playing cards. This is no ordinary deck of cards; hidden within it is a merkaba, a three-dimensional Star of David.
“You will know what to do with these cards when the time comes.”
“Thank you, Grandmother.”
After a long and heartfelt hug that will be the last these two share in this lifetime, Estrella takes her leave.
On the table, a red stone is placed on my third eye. To balance this stone, a crystal of DNA activation is placed between my knees. And an orgone accumulator is placed between my feet. As the final stone is laid, white lines of energy lace up through my legs, crossing each other as they run up side by side, up my legs and torso, crossing at solar plexus, at heart and at throat, before terminating at my third eye.
Gillian is stationed at my feet, a Vogel crystal in her hands. I hold a Vogel crystal in my right hand. And Travis assumes his place at my head.
Overhead the ceiling writhes with snakes of red energy. Over me flies a winged lion, bringing me the vision of higher frequencies and opening the door of hidden and forgotten knowledge.
A merkaba forms over my face and begins to spin, turning into a spiral galaxy. The center of this whirlpool, focused at my third eye, is dark black, so dark it is almost white. It is an emptiness, a void descending to hollow out a path to my third eye. In my forehead a depression forms, in the shape of a Vogel crystal, with its terminus at my third eye. I know this depression must be filled with one of the crystals we bear, but say nothing, waiting for it to happen.
Travis asks Estrella, “Where is the ancient body?”
“It is right here.” She gestures at me.
The mummified body of the progenitor has been activated. It has been assumed by me. I am the body of the progenitor and its DNA is now reforming my DNA.
Shuffling through the deck of cards, Estrella draws out the four of diamonds and lays it at my left hand. This is for the manifestation of positive miracles.
At my head, she places the ace of hearts. This is so that the vision of my third eye will be directed by my heart. The crown of empathy placed upon my ego opens the door to higher realms.
At this point, the darkness over my third eye is replaced by a defused white light, like a mist. It is a gentle healing balm.
Moving around my body, she places the ace of spades at my right hand. This is the death of limitation, and the birth of my multidimensional self.
At my feet, she places the queen of clubs. This is Gillian. She is a stabilizing influence for the energies at work here.
Travis is looking at an alchemist’s laboratory. It opens out onto a courtyard where the alchemist, who is me, is busy at work. He wears a special cloak and hat. From a tree in the courtyard, he has hung a number of crystals. Other crystals are placed on the ground around the base of the tree. He is very pleased with the arrangement.
This is the kabalistic tree of life. Yet the tree is also me, connected to All That Is and activated by the placement of the crystals. And this experiment, conducted in that other lifetime, acts outside of linear time to awaken my multidimensional self.
I am lying in the rectangular stone box in the Great Pyramid. Energy flows through me from feet to head. My corporeal form vanishes, like it has been cut out of physical reality, leaving only the outline of the cut out. And within this outline flows a nebula of light. From this nebula is born a galaxy of star formations. The stars grow brighter, until lines of light extend between them, forming the geometry of the constellations. Within the outline of my corporeal body, the awareness and influence of the constellations are paraded.
Travis moves Gillian to my left side.
There are a number of outside influences, spirits and nonphysical beings, working on my transformation. I am told that tonight, in my sleep, I will be transported to a lightship where more work will be done on me that cannot be done now. But the effects of this work are being felt now, as they filter out through nonlinear time.
“I feel my mother here,” Gillian gasps. “I have not felt her since her death two years ago”
Estrella hands Esmerelda a card. She is the queen of hearts. To Travis, Estrella says, “Esmerelda was my mother in that life in Spain. At the time, all three of us knew who we were.”
Esmerelda’s love flows through me, to Gillian.
“All three are here now,” Travis says. “They form a triumvirate. Working together, they are very powerful.”
Since incarnating on this planet after the fall of Atlantis, to aid in the gradual awakening of humankind, these three have lived many lives together, trading off the roles of sister, mother, daughter. Now two work from the spirit plain, while one remains on this side of the veil. Gillian longs to go to spirit and be reunited with them. ‘No,’ they tell her. ‘We need you here. You have important work to do yet in this life. We will be with you, working from our side.’
The receptacle in my forehead sounds a hollow signal. The harmonics of this drum carry the measure of all of its dimensions, seeking the resonance of the crystal perfectly designed to fill it. Rising from her chair, Gillian steps forward and plants her crystal in my forehead.
A needle-thin beam of light pierces my head, energizing my pineal gland. Electrical charges like lightning strike out from this center as the energy begins to rotate. A beam of light=information=awareness=love shoots up from the secret crystal emplacement at the heart of the Earth. It shines through my pineal gland. It shines from my third eye, out through my forehead and into space.
To the north, Travis sees the largest crystal ever — a Vogel crystal — rise to breach the surface of the ocean, its narrow end pointed upward. This was the crystal we perfected in the days of Atlantis and used to connect ourselves to the heart of the Earth. Though the physical crystal was broken many ages ago when its misuse precipitated the fall of Atlantis, its form is still perfected at higher frequency realms, though dormant until now. The link is reestablished.
All crystals of similar geometry are linked at higher dimensions. And all Vogel crystals are representations of the one perfected form. So all Vogel crystals are linked by quantum entanglement. All Vogel crystals are one. The geometry of the Vogel crystal has been emplaced within my third eye, empowered by my pineal gland. Now my third eye is linked to the larger crystal of Atlantis, and to the Heart of the Earth. And as one human is linked to all humans by the perfected model of the human form, so are the third eyes of all humans linked to the Heart of the Earth. The mind’s eye sees by the light of the Earth’s Heart.
An ocular lens has formed over my forehead, a mirror looking into the higher dimensions of the energy and spirit realms. This is the Vogel lens of my third eye
At Estrella’s instruction, Travis places Gillian seated facing the north, with her back to me. She is looking out to sea, where Atlantis lies buried beneath the waters, and where the great crystal is now reactivated. The energy flow of the room has changed with her position.
Gillian is the sun, beaming her light energy at me. I am the Earth, deflecting solar energy around me and to my sides with my magnetic shield. And of this pattern we form a division, as in cellular mitosis. Under this influence my DNA is divided and realigned. A new life is formed.
Dressed as an Egyptian priestess, Estrella sits on an open plain at night. Around her is a gathering of serpents. At the center of their circle the snakes have lit a fire. Everything is in perfect harmony here; everything is in its place. As they gaze at the fire, over the flames appears the Earth.
‘Then we are not on Earth.’ Travis realizes.
‘No.” Estrella confirms.
‘We are on another planet, and these serpents are the sentient species here.’
‘The serpents are spiritually advanced,’ Estrella tells him. ‘In our temple, we communicate with them. They can create a vortex to allow us to travel between worlds.’
The serpents are working to bring more harmony to the Earth. They are seeking to raise the awareness of humans so that they can communicate better.
As Travis watches, the serpents transform into concentrated beams of energy. They race into the fire, using it as a portal to the Earth. Estrella takes his hand and the two of them step into the flames, transporting themselves back to our plane.
Tremendous energy flows through my body. Lines of white energy cross my physical form from side to side. I am broken down at the energy level, translated and recomposed. I am an energy transmission, taking form out of the interference pattern of many horizontal and vertical beams of energy.
As my corporeal body congeals, thick lines of energy project from my sides. Serpents of energy are emitted by me into the physical world of form. These tendril rays of energy send out their influence throughout all dimensions and all densities of space and time.
Assembled before the Tree of Life is the chorus of pure tones. We scramble up the trunk and take our places along the massive limbs of the tree. I am concerned that our weight will break the limbs, but they are stout and strong. Our director takes his position at the trunk. At his signal, we sing as one. The entire world awakens to our song.
The Earth, she stirs and shifts her weight. At the barest flexure of her form, our entire reality is transformed. All of the human affectations of fear and limitation, disempowerment and control crumble into dust as the foundation shifts. In our bodies of light, now illuminated, we find ourselves in full communion with All That Is. Having no reason to hold onto the world of artifice, we let it fall away and disintegrate. Finding our wings, we fly free; fireflies that light the night.
Lying at rest as the light within my DNA is realigned, at my head stands a white-haired man. He is wise beyond knowing, ancient beyond age, and gentle in his impermeable strength. He stands at my head, bearing a light by which I may see the path to the top of the mountain, the bottom of the well. With his sure-footed guidance I will not fail.
Within me the remaining darkness is broken loose, that all obstructions can be cleansed away before the full weave begins. We want the cleanest of threads for our loom, as any impurities will be woven into the cloth, and so affect the pattern.
There are ants in my bowl of grain, small ants. Meticulously, I pick them out, but more appear. Looking to find where they are coming from, I discover that I am lying on the bed. A trail of ants marches single file, from the foot of the bed up to where I lie. They grow until they are big black ants. I smash them, but others come. They have marked a trail of pheromones for their kind to follow. I seek out a can of ant repellent to spray on the floor all around the bed. It obliterates their trail and destroys their nest, rising as a mist all around me.
I am ready to embark, stepping into the physical existence of Earth life. Despite warnings that the density of physical Earth life will blind me to the truth and make me forget who I truly am, I look forward to the adventure. Though I know that in the course of all my many lives here, any karma I incur through my ignorance will have to be worked out before I can make my way back to higher realms, I am eager to embark.
I know that in all the lives born simultaneously though played out in linear time, I will be a minstrel singing of the truth, a storyteller of the deeper meanings hidden behind the illusory world of our physical perception. I know that, no matter how deluded I may become in any of my lives, I will ever be a light to shine in the darkest corner of physical existence, illuminating whatever it shines upon and raising its frequency.
Throughout all the paths of time and probability, I bring this light to shine. Throughout all of my life, by way of synchronicity, I work to illuminate the world and awaken myself. In all of my lives this work now nears its goal: I am awakening to my multidimensional reality. All the many selves I am raise a light and gaze into the myriad of mirrors, to witness their reflection. And as this vision is revealed it serves as a light by which others may awaken.
And as dawn at last brings a new light to this world, I play a tune upon my harp, a cheerful jig, a joyful rondo to begin a merry day. Dancers to your places; strike up a tune.
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