Further Adventures With the First Angel. The Center
Prelude to the next Journey... Reflections
A more applicable name will come later as the story unfolds and ideas present themselves. This is always the way it is when a mind is sent to some far away place.
An extended arm can go no further. This, any of us will agree to. The same arm holding a specialized tool has greater reach. This, too, is easily accepted. This set of analogies is useful because we have learned just a bit about the universal law of correspondences. The mind has a greater reach than the arm. And the mind, when prepared and supplemented by a directed will is best of all. It will go wherever we send it. These thoughts were among the many considered by the classical philosophers. One such was Pythagoras. His particular method was to view the universe as a sort of calculated landscape through which he could then wander at his ease. And later he described what he found through the language of mathematics. Other thinkers used different techniques. Each, though, in allegorical terms, represented an extension to the arm of the ordinary man. This realization was the beauty of the beginnings of our apprehension of worlds that, although close, were far away, normally outside our ken.
The above ramblings are only one way of describing the worlds of the philosopher. The single thing, the lowest common denominator which they all shared, was the daring to ask questions, to discover, to refuse to believe in absolute terms. It was, and is, no more complex than that. Shall we continue?
In the last story a group of human beings, first in their astral bodies, left the local Earth’s heavens on a journey to the center, our systemic creative center, the spiritual center of our physical star, our sun. They were guided by an angel, a Lady who, for a time, enclosed them all in her aura as a means of leaving our world to see what might be beyond. And then they returned.
In the next journey we will dare to go further, much further. Yes, the First Angel will help us again but this time she, too, at a certain point, will be held within the aura of a yet greater being. Our immediate destination will be the Hall of Memories in which the history of our Solar System and those great ones who inform it, left their footprints. Once there we will learn just a little bit about this part of the galaxy. Then we will leave and travel to ???
The first thing is to call everyone to gather in the Astral Healing Room where we will make preparations to depart. As usual we will travel in our magical carpet.
Our guide will be the Lady now in her role of the agent of the Three Sisters.
To be continued…
:smile: Miss Hepburn
Further Adventures With the First Angel, The Center
part 1 Reunions
The Healing Room is a very real place. It exists in just about the center of the Earth’s astral plane which means that it is made of astral matter. We claimed to have created it as a place of temporary refuge from the trials of physical plane living but, in truth, it was there all the time. We are not the first to use it. However our descriptions and associations are ours alone. Each of us has the ability to create, easily, in astral plane matter. If we ever all meet in person sometime this can be easily demonstrated.
We travel to the Healing Room in our periods of sleep or during light meditations. Once there we meet and interact in astral real time. (time on the astral is slower than here on Earth. 45 minutes there will be similar to an hour on Earth. In the Room we interact with each other, often in complex ways then record those here on the thread. None of this is imagination. It is not magic. It is no more than ordinary experiences except that now we are knowingly transferring, stepping down so to speak, from a slightly higher state of being to a lower. There is one last point to be made. Once the path is discovered it is a simple matter to again traverse the distance, again and again. We know the way.
For any who may be joining us now for the first time the Room is just that. Descriptions are provided in the first story. Representatives of all the families of life on Earth can be found here. Three of these seem to have adopted us. They remain as caretakers. Lady Pumpkin is an Indian elephant upon whose back lays the responsibility of wisdom keeping. Next is an African giraffe. Her name is High Bette. She watches over, guards always and offers guidance for any who have a need. Lastly, closer to the ground, is our friendly pig. Goodness is her name. She sleeps most of the time but don’t let that fool you. She misses nothing. Lady Pumpkin, High Bette and Goodness. In these three can we see just a bit of the elemental structure of the universe? Wisdom, Watchfulness, Essence. A triangle, stable, reassuring. One of many correspondences to be discovered.
It is morning now in the lands surrounding the Room. In the distance a line of hills behind which the rising run is poised to begin a new adventure. In the garden just outside of the Room are some who have just arrived. Anala, BigJohn and Elfin. Seems like whenever we turn our minds in this direction they are there, looking back at us. Others are arriving now. Just Tim is at the tree line, coming this way. Near the lake, if we look carefully we can see Gemma. She sits near the water but her attention is turning now. Up on the roof of the Room Legrand is having a conversation with High Bette. Something about some activity high in the sky to the north. We shall see.
The sun is peeking over the horizon now and others are approaching. According to our customs each brings gifts of food which will be shared, pot luck fashion with the others. We remember Lomax. Unseeking Seeker is near. Lady Pumpkin recognizes him. Perhaps some new arrivals will join us?
The usual routine in the Healing Room is to meet and share a meal then, usually, we all recline for naps. Healing side trips then are begun. Inside are beds around the perimeter, a table and chair in the center. A window for each of the cardinal directions. Light. Up above is an oculus. Sometimes we find that High Bette is watching us from that vantage.
Each of us has a story to tell. None are blank canvasses. Adventures from long before. Memories. In addition we sense and share karmic patterns, especially those which we have in common. As we do so we attract the attention of our guides who draw near. We sense them and are reassured. Quiet. Safety. Stability. Good company. We all set aside the burdens of living below, on the Earth. Just for a moment we are free of it all. It’s funny but this is kind of like children on a sleep over. Companionship. Story telling. Flights of fancy. Jokes. Best of all good food and plenty of it. In the Healing Room and it’s gardens we need not worry about calories. Those concerns are left behind, down below on the Earth. A spiritual adventure need not be all work. We have fun too.
And so the stage is set for a new adventure. We gather outside the entrance to the Room. Lady Pumpkin has arrived and waits patiently. Near her on the ground is our magical carpet. Is every one here? Does everyone have their baskets of food? All set?
Off to the north a light appears, moving swiftly in our direction. Yes. We know who it is. Our good friend, our guide. The Lady is returning. We watch as a glowing light slows then descends slightly to a position just off the ground. We don’t just see the Lady, we feel her energies. Power and a healing warmth that flows through us all. Yes. This time we know her aura. Our eyes adjust to the brilliance, or is it our third eyes? No one speaks yet the answers us saying, “Yes. Once again it’s time… Will you join us? We will see what there is to see.”
We know just what this means. There is room for us all and to spare on the carpet which has the ability to expand as required. We sit. At a nod from BigJohn Lady Pumpkin moves nearer. In some magical way that has never been explained the carpet now rises up, moves laterally, and settles on Lady Pumpkin's back while changing it’s shape to a traditional Howdah. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howdah Like children watching the stars to see if one will move…. We wait.
To be continued...
Part 2 Departure
As we did before we step onto the magical carpet, all of us. We carry gifts of food because we anticipate a picnic event just like last time. This time a little differently though. Another landscape to discover. Again we note that the carpet has enlarged itself to suit. Each of us is now seated.
It rises slowly from the “ground”. Now shaped in proper Indian fashion it settles on the back of our sturdy Lady Pumpkin who turns her head slightly. She is in control now. High Bette and Goodness are with us. Strange they seem to have changed their size or maybe it’s just my imagination. But they have no trouble at all settling in for the ride. Is something missing? Here they come. From the far north lands of the Sami peoples our reindeer friends come to lend a hand. And what do you know, Rudolph is in the lead. Lady Pumpkin raises her trunk in greeting. They descend and array themselves. Imagine a coach and four of the nineteenth century and gain some idea of our anticipated departure. Remember? The aroma of the horses as they stamp their feet, wanting to be off? It’s the way it was before we all had cars. Sometimes dangerous but exciting. In much the same way now, even in the astral plane, our assembled friends seem just a bit impatient. So let’s go shall we?
Slowly we raise from the “ground” outside the garden Room. It is hard to understand though. Are we rising or is the “ground” being lowered? Slowly we begin to move forward, now with a slight nose up attitude that reminds us of our first airplane ride. Below us the landscape is smaller. Are we really moving or is there some other magic in play? We are used to our physical bodies but these have been left behind. The sensory apparatus too… This is the middle astral plane. Things are not quite the same.
As we gain speed again we note there is no sensation of velocity, no rush of air blowing our hair or for us to listen to using our hearing. We just know it. Colors now change. Our speed is tremendous. In our field of vision though we seem to see clouds in the distance. Always the remain just out of reach even though our speed must be phenomenal. But then as we began we now slow. And as we do the scenery again changes. Now, instead of seeing some kind of Earth like landscape we find ourselves in a place where pastel colors and shapes form our surroundings. We see these and we know what they are. How does this happen? Remember in the last story? We traveled to the highest of the Earth’s heavens? We are there again, now. We rest. As we come to rest a vision before us. Just in this area we see familiar shapes. A mental plane equivalent of the Garden appears. We, Lady Pumpkin, is standing on a grassy surface again. It seems the same as before except that now we can gaze into the distance and see the cloud like shapes each peopled by points of light. Colors changing as we watch. Dynamic. Moving but staying in one place too. Almost incomprehensible. We wait… but for what? It is quiet now. Imagine a quiet place on Earth. So quiet one could hear the respiration of the smallest of biological life forms. This is one million times as quiet. It is, in fact, heavenly.
To be continued…
One million xs as quiet? Whoa.
Part 3 The Seven Sisters of Lore
We will digress from the story in order to provide background which will lead to the events of the next part.
In the first story we traveled with Lady Pumpkin to a portion of the mid astral plane that is set aside for animal souls. We visited animal heaven where they rest just like we do between incarnations. There we had interesting experiences. It was from that point that we continued to the higher Earth realms and finally to our spiritual center, our star. In this journey we go directly to our high mental plane heavens in preparation for the next phase. We have just arrived in the highest of the Earth’s local heavens, our mental plane. We are at a level at about the one third point. We wait…
Of the eldest times on Earth we know little. Those who have access to the astral plane hall of memories are more fortunate however. But regardless it is a truth that no stories remain untouched through eons of telling and retelling. So it is now as we attempt to piece together a tale, a very ancient one. But since the story only sets the stage for the present we may allow it to be satisfactory.
We have come to call them the Pleiadeans. The word simply means “those who sail the vast expanses”. The people themselves had their own names of which we remember naught now. Their origin was the cluster of stars known as the Pleiades. As we humans tend to do we mix truth with inventions and create legends. It matters not. The fact of visitors from those distant suns is factual. And they were colonists. We remember them now as the sisters, seven in number. But only three came to our world. These are the sisters of lore. Although parts of their exploits are fictional they are, on the whole, true accounts. Our world was visited by them, long ago. Here is a bit more…
What little we remember of those times are given us by the Greeks and Egyptians. Of course there are other accounts in the east, especially from ancient India. But here is a note of interest. At a time very remote, perhaps as far back as 150,000,000 years ago, a group of adventures, colonists arrived at the Earth intent on staying permanently, continuing their line. They originated from three planets associated with the group of stars that we know today as the Pleiades. Since the dominant of these groups were matriarchal we come to refer to them as the sisters. The home stars were seven. Since their arrival humanity has come and gone several times on Earth. Legends have a way of remaining though. Gaps of knowledge have always marked the interstitial periods but knowing this the people’s of each time left records. This is the way it was…
In our era it was the Atlantians who kept the records. For those who are interested a vault still exists within the rock basins of the now deep ocean west of the entrance to the inland sea. Those who knew of impending doom made duplicates of those and carried them to new repositories in both Greece and Egypt. This is the source of the tales regarding secrets beneath the lion’s paw. They are true. But back to or story now…
In the generations succeeding the arrival of the travelers (from Pleiades) the home lands were visible in the heavens; not forgotten. This is when the legends of the seven sisters were first devised. They, originally, were meant to honor the memories of those great ones who were left behind (in the home star systems). Daughters of prominent women were named after those elders who would never again be known. A sign of respect. And later when the Greeks transcribed these stories they wrote the names in their own language. Today we recognize them as entities in Greek mythology but we may not have a full appreciation of their full stories.
In Greek the names of the seven were:
Taygete, Merope, Maia, Electra, Celćno, Asterope and Alcyone These name also are recorded in old Egyptian. Those who have an interest may research them. You will find that the were given to be gods probably because of their mystical antiquity. It is true though that both the Greeks and the early Egyptians knew of the records that told of the ancient ones. Many tales were later adapted and given, then, modern contexts. This is the way it usually is with men. But now back to our story… The return of our guide, the Lady.
To be continued...
Part 4 The Seven and the Seven
The Healing Room and it’s surrounds are now far away. Our speed? Who can say? We are the seven travelers now… soon to be joined as one. Do we remember in the first adventure we left the astral and jumped up into the high end of the mental plane. Then from here we left the Earth’s heavens and ascended to our spiritual center, Sol. This time we will take a somewhat different route. We will stay in the lower heavens, in the higher end of the astral until we reach our first destination. Then, at that distant system we will shift up in order to continue. Is everyone settled in? BigJohn and Miss Hepburn in the fore. He watches Lady Pumpkin intently and she… she knows. In the rear is Bartholomew sitting as though on a snow sled, knees raised, arms around them. Just in front of him is Gem. She has brought her favorite blanket and is wrapped tightly. Warm. Around us are the others. The distance a small glowing. It grows larger. It approaches now and we know, we remember the Lady, the First Angel.
We are truly flying now at far beyond the speed of light. We approach the speed of thought. The Lady is flying with us now, in formation. As yet she only appears as the glowing orb of pastels ringed with gold. Quite indescribable. We know these colors. They signify spiritual status of high ranking. In her natural state now, to the astral, there is no need for conversation. But she greets us as before. We just seem to hear her in our minds. She bids us sleep, sleep. Rest for the journey will be long.
Passing Orion we pass close by the very faint star, the ancient one. A dead world now orbits it very closely. It will soon become one with the sun which is very red and small. The Lady speaks. You do not remember this world that we have slowed to inspect. It was from here that another group of human beings left, long, long ago on a voyage to your world, the Earth. They were colonists, some of many who made the journey to a better planet. We are in the system that is known on Earth as Orion. Three bright stars and this one which is very faint. There are other stories that will be of interest but these will be saved for another time, another place. Perhaps for another life. Know, though, that each of you carries the genetic signatures of those ancients who lived in this system. Her speech stops now and all is quiet as we increase our velocity again. Remember we are traveling in the astral for two reasons. The first is for our own comfort. Here in this plane that we all know so well we are able to use the familiar senses which are so similar to when on Earth. And second. We are able to slow and view this star system and know that we all have ties to it. Now as our speed has increased again the scenery reverts to the vision like movement towards a horizon which seems to, curiously, raise or curve upward before us. In our restful state we see, or feel with our minds, the shifting of colors which almost assume definite shapes. But all is in some wondrous state of flux. A magical place which has no end that we are aware of. Sleep again. It is quiet. Time passes. It seems to slow as we speed on our way.
It seems years to us that have passed. Of course this is not true. It must be that some change in consciousness has had an effect on our perceptions. But now we are roused from our induced rest and become aware of a change in our course. And we are slowing. To a stop… But where are we and where is the Lady?
In a dream now we sense the Lady nearby. Strange the way with such tremendous speed we have no sense of motion at all besides the curving of the horizon which although real seems to us to be no more than some natural process unrelated to what we are about. We continue now. We share a dream and in it we find a carpet being led by reindeer in the night sky. We are now again in the universal astral plane and have no inkling of the physical through which we speed. The animals too are asleep and for them are dreams of sweet grasses, fresh water and freedom from all the small things that irritate. How much time has passed? Not the question that matters because here time is flowing more slowly. Strange… an increase of speed results in a slowing of time and at the same time our vision is enhanced. We had thoughts of a rest somewhere and a chance for a picnic. Not yet.
We slow now and the Lady reappears keeping pace on our left. She raises an arm and points towards the distance where we see a brightness of some sort. It is coming towards us. No. We are drawing near to it. Slower now. We awake and find ourselves at the perimeter of an orb of some kind within which are portions of another place. We have have arrived at the boundary of the heavens of some other world. Like and yet unlike to our own Earth’s. We are made to feel welcome here in some unspoken way. We know that this illusion is just for us. As this awareness comes to us we look at the Lady. She returns our gaze and smiles. Yes. It is true. Below us is what seems to be firm and solid. We descend. Now lightly touching down our own Lady Pumpkin adjusts her pace and, putting on the brakes so to speak, we stop. Now we can wake up, if that is the right term because here it is hard to be sure about what we are about.
Looking again we find that we are surrounded by what seems to be an impressionist’s depiction of a landscape which contains familiar elements such as ground and vegetation. The colors though are off. Has anyone ever seen a purple tree? Without being bid we alight. The carpet is now spread wide on the ground. We are asked to sit down and watch. As we do this another story begins.
We’ve arrived at some intermediate destination. We thought we would be hungry for some lunch. Maybe later. All of our animal friends are arranged around us reclining or standing in accordance with their kind. Once again the Lady commands our attention. Again she raises an arm and points in the direction of another glowing abstract, up high somewhere but in motion. In a moment it is upon us and we feel what on Earth might be a breeze. No. Here it is a directed energy field that when touching our bodies seems to bring a strange feeling of being nourished. Thus enchanted we set aside thoughts of lunch and wait… Now the Lady speaks.
We are the seven travelers. Upon us now is a story of the seven sisters as they were known to those ancients on Earth in times before, long before the great floods of history.
In part five we will discover the answer to one of the great mysteries. Just a little about the mechanical processes, that is to say the “spiritual mechanics” that hold together the whole of the created universe(s). We will find that the seven sisters of lore are representative of the seven “pathways” that emanate outwards from the galactic creative center. We are about to learn of the seven “rays” that lay behind the twelve constellations or astrology and of the great ones who maintain these. But more important is the “why” of it all. In a moment we will find out.
We may have noticed that as our journey takes us further from our home worlds we seem to have adapted in a way which is just a bit unfamiliar. This perhaps unexpected phenomena is simply due to the fact that on Earth we are personalities but here, far from the influence of our world we are compelled to react, adjust to new environs so to speak. Our animal friends feel this to a somewhat stronger degree. But all of us are within the protective shield of the Lady's aura now. All will be well.
To be continued...
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