E N T E R I N G
E N L I G H T E N M E N T
They say sages never dream.
We are always effortlessly aware and alert.
Reality weaves itself through our dreams, just as our
psychic dreams network their way into our daylight reality.
The time portal of Chillon and its window into timelessness
opened on what I know now to be the edge of reality.
The seeing once again became its own action. The only
way to predict the future accurately is to create it – by coming
through it in the way we see it fit together… by living it.
What I saw was unusual to say the least. A highly efficient
and well-trained group of men and women entered my field of
vision. They were dressed in dark grey engineering type suits,
the kind you see on a space station. The group of people made a
highly cohesive and disciplined impression on me. One could
say they were almost militaristic in the style of their appearance,
and yet they were clearly mentally far more developed and much
more advanced on a human level. Whatever HUMAN means...
F I N A L
C O N T A C T
There was an intense silence behind the group, as a brightly-lit
presence shone through a glass pyramid below the surface
of the lake, and a white room – hidden from the strong light
that filled the main area they had entered – opened to
reveal their world to me and make my world theirs. Their
world seemed to function very precisely, without noise, and
most peacefully.
The instruments on display were aware machines.
The leader of the group of eleven came forward as if to welcome
me into his sanctuary of sanity. His demeanor showed
a high intelligence.
From the way he moved it was clear that his training was exact.
His behavior was beyond efficient, energetically engineered -
to be meticulous, as he transmitted his thoughts to me with
precision and with an awareness that translated into an almost
super-human sureness. His sky blue eyes betrayed a glimmer
of gentleness; it was a look beyond hope.
Some would call this distant compassion.
The five men and the five women who worked under the
command of this timelord were obviously used to being
together. A sense of loyalty to the mission at hand, and a
strong unspoken understanding that goes beyond telepathy
and into other realms emanated from this core group of
advanced trans-human souls. If I had observed them on a dark
night standing near the intersection of a lonely highway, I
would most likely have assumed that they were not of this
world. Yes, they looked like extraterrestrials that could pass for
humans in daylight.
These “people” were, indeed, not of this world, and yet in it.
Strangeness must co-exist with strangeness in the times we
now live in, and so be able to be welcomed by what seems to be
a group of visitors from across the bridge of time. Even more
strangely, what if it is we who are visiting them, in their space
time? What if we are the other world visitors? How would you
then act entering their world?
The Master of Light had educated me over something like
forty years in this lifetime. Maybe he and I had known each
other for a span of time that would seem unrealistic to most,
and yet the knowledge he and I shared was not of this world
and not of this time either. He had prepared me for this
meeting of the minds, and he had taught me how to see. An
infinite energy operated through him.
I knew this group of timelords had contacted me because
they wanted me to assist them in their final work of art. What
for? Why now, and how? From the first contact, I had learned
that I could send my thoughts to them and they would answer.
They were inclined to answer me in wordless ways.......
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