[GregorArturo]

Part III - "Uncovering the Veil"

Around February 2007, I lost my license in Florida. Florida basically found out about my DUI in Maine via me reapplying for a new driver's license ID card. A kid had stolen my wallet out of my own house. For a long time, I considered this one of the worst things to ever happen to me and so much could of been prevented if I hadn't of gotten my wallet stolen that night. I might not of realized it, but it sure was a blessing in disguise.

Coupled with my trip to Miami, things seemed to be going downhill for me. Andy and I were definitely drifting away as friends, morphing more into your typical roommate relationship of this day and age. He was not a fan of my 'raver' lifestyle, or my group of friends that I associated within it. I ended up have to walk a bunch of time, sometimes larges distances up to five plus miles in 95 degree weather. Any positive friendship I had with anyone seemed to be just disintegrating away. I considered my life to be an absolute wreck with no direction or resolution. I had hit rock bottom.

One night, I was dreaming of a scene that was reliving the movie I had watched the night before. At first, it was a very typical dream with nothing really unique about it. It was as if I was in a giant paintball game with Battle of the Bulge as the scenario. I ran around one corner in the dream with my Thompson in hand, and as I came around the corner, everything transitioned instantly before me.

I was all of sudden in a very lucid and vivid state (and this was by no means the first time), and I realized I was in an extraordinary place. I was standing upon the edge of a platform that had several sets of stairs. To my left were columns set upon the edge lined up in order. It appeared to me I was in some kind of Greek temple, however, as my memory served me, they usually were marble and white. These columns were red with an intricate style decoration at the top of them in green and yellow in color. I gazed in front of me and I was looking into a valley bordering the sea. The temple I was standing in was on top of a very large hill, facing a city in front of me. In the center of the city was a large multileveled structure, with tons of smaller buildings surrounding it. A little past the city, the urban area opened up into greenery again until one could notice the presence of a harbor on the sea. The sun was setting upon the sea and gave me a large sense of the Mediterranean. The feeling was dead on in terms of the relevant area. The bay was filled full of small fishing vessels, but nothing large such as a tireame (archaic Mediterranean warship). I looked more to my left, up the coast, and saw how the coast jutted out into the ocean to a point, a peninsula most likely. I followed the mountain range that went along the coast (The hill I was on you could say was apart of it), and stared at the valley in between the coast and the hills. I noticed a bunch of farm land, and could see ever small scattered settlements directly along the coast, perhaps small fishing villages. I gazed back at the city, and stared straight at the heart of it as if straining my eyes to get a better look. I was in absolute amazement at the clarity of the view, and focused on the smoke rising out of the chimney. I start to look to my right and noticed how the hills cut off the valley and went straight to the coast, most likely forming cliffs.

"Ring, ring!" My cell phone wakes me up. I answer it, and in frustration I basically hang up after an exchange of a few words with a friend, actually the ex-roommate I've mine from my first house. I lay in bed puzzling over the beautiful fifteen seconds I had just witnessed. "Where the hell did that view come from?"

About a month passed, and I ended up staying after my art history class to talk with the teacher one day. I told her about the dream, and if she had any information to maybe point me in the right direction. I felt like a moron for asking such a thing, but she was very courteous and also interested herself. She informed me that the Minoans might be a people I should look into. She also noted that the columns may have been white marble, but they usually end up painting them.

That night I hopped onto the internet, and typed in Minoan on good ole Wikipedia. Before this point, all I knew of the Minoans was that they were a civilization that predated the Greeks on the island of Crete, and that the name was derived from the myth of King Minos and his infamous Labyrinth of the Minotaur. I was browsing through the lengthy article, and started reading about the palace of Knossos. I clicked on the link for Knossos, and read further about the palace. As I scrolled down, my heart stopped for a second as my eyes fell upon a picture. I clicked on it to see an enlarged picture. It was a recreation of the columns at the palace of Knossos. It was the exact style in my dreams. This was the catalyst to pursue the historical truth in my dream to the ends of the Earth.

For the next two weeks, whenever I wasn't working or going to school, I researched the subject heavily for hours on end. I discovered on Crete, the Minoans had peak sanctuaries all over the island. There were temples that overlooked the cities and villages on the island, so that where ever you were on the island, you could look up and be remembered of the presence of the gods. I eventually found a website that was researching the peak sanctuaries in the archeological aspect. They had 360 degree view pictures of each location so one could see what areas the sanctuaries overlooked. I ended up starting to go through each interactive picture set one by one.

Then I cam across one where the picture started with its view inland to the mountain ranges. I scrolled the image and by the time I had 'turned around' facing the coast, I stopped in amazement. It was the exact view from my dream, overlooking the palace city of Malia. I soon discovered Malia was one of five palace cities on Crete, and the only one in which the palace was located in the center of the city versus on the outskirts of it. It was one of two palace cities where the harbor was too shallow for large vessels such as for trade and military purposes, and was only used by fishing vessels. And to top if off, the landscape matched perfectly with everything in my dream.

My dream had revealed to me a location in time that existed anywhere between 1700-1600 BC during the Minoan presence in Crete. I then seriously began to question the ramifications of this, along with the notion of: Was this a past life of mine?

From this point on, my view toward reality dramatically changed. I decided to start pursuing my childhood obsession of Atlantis, going back to my root gut feelings as a kid. Within this research, I began to find holes in the history of mankind that just didn't add up. I had begun to journey down the infamous 'rabbit hole' and breaking the chains of Plato's 'cave'.

I decided to see if their were any documentaries or clips online regarding Atlantis on the internet. I typed "Atlantis" on Google Video and the first result at the top of the list was a lecture given by the one 'Michael Tsarion'. His work opened my eyes to a whole new perspective in human history. "Wait, a minute." I thought. "There are other views out there completely different from mainstream history." I was intrigued on a level like no other and had to pursue this new found curiosity.

Last summer, I had been exposed to the 9/11 truth movement. For a short period, I got pulled into it, with at one point becoming very passionate about it. In this same time frame, I began to catch mainstream news such as CNN and MSNBC in lies, inaccurate reporting. It made me begin to question, why is the government and mainstream media deceiving us? I really couldn't put it together at first, but has my suspicions none the less. However, I soon mingled my way after this back into normal societal patterns, and considered the movement for the most part to be a lost cause.

Toward the beginning of summer, things began to really fall apart in Florida for me, and my luck was by no means on my side. A quick resolution to my answer was to move back home with the parents. I left Florida for the most on bad terms with Joe and Andy, and a short matter of time, I lost all contact with them. I thought it was the end of those relationships for good.

When I came back to Maine, the only thing I thought I had going for me was my skills in glow strings. However, my friends thought, as they had always thought with anything in reference to the rave scene, was for the most part 'stupid' and that I was a beanhead (One who has done to much ecstasy). After several of the same encounters with my friends back home on this issue, I was determined to prove them wrong. I began tinkering in my garage and within a couple days, I had made so homemade fire poi. I was going to spin fire and show them up. And that is exactly what happened.

Within a couple weeks, I had acquired a real professional set of fire poi, and began having some real fun. In due time, I was performing in downtown Portland, Maine that summer, setting out a hat and making money. I managed to meet some other fire spinners right off the bat, and we formed the Molotov Fire Cirkus together. We began performing throughout the state, along with performing on a weekly basis in Portland. I new perspective had opened up for me, as many before had in previous years (the evolution of one's understanding of reality).

Sometime that August, we were performing downtown, and a couple came and joined us. One of them, Amanda, was from Boston and was also a fire dancer. Her and I hit off big time that night, and she began to tell me about an event twice a year in Connecticut called 'Wildfire'. It was a four day closed door festival of just fire performers, no one else. The festival involved 11 hours of classes, 12 hours of nightly performances, and all the food in the world you could eat. However, the tickets were already sold out yet Amanda was able to get me one last second.

That fall at the festival was one of most eye opening experiences in my life. Not only we doing what I loved all day long with people on the same level, but I witnessed the beauty of humanity. I was in a four day utopia of kindness and compassion that I've never experienced before. One could say it was a bunch of hippies. However, a bunch of these hippies were either going to or already graduated from prestigious schools in Boston like MIT, Harvard, and Boston University. I was surrounded by a new type of intellect that I had never knew existed.

In the fall, I also enrolled in the state university my dad works at, the University of Southern Maine. The main reason being I went there is I got half off the admission. I soon decided to major in Classical Humanities with a focus on French and Latin. My ultimate goal at hand was to study the ancient scriptures of the world in their inherent language. I was planning on moving onto a masters in archeology from there on. Ideally, I wanted to set myself up to travel the world.

I continued to read into the conspiracy theories of the world along with other fringe subjects of society, but I'd fall in and out of say the materialistic life and the pursuit of knowledge.

In December, I began to read about etheric energy under the surname "qi" (as there are many other names for it out there such as reiki, torsion, & chi). I read an exercise written by a thirteen year old in Asia about the different uses of it, and most importantly how to unlock it. Several of the implications I began to read about made me think it was absolutely preposterous. During my creative writing class that week, I was filled with boredom, so I decided what the heck. I am going to focus on my hand. For some strange reason, I decided to focus on the center of my left hand, when I'm right handed and use my right hand for everything. For twenty minutes, I focused on the center of my hand as the teacher droned on with the lecture.

Then something happened. I began to feel this new and unique sensation in the center of my hand. My mind began to scurry with excitement but at the same time a sense of fear remained. "What is this?" I wondered. "Are you serious Greg, you're just imagining it. Snap out of it." But the feeling grew, and grew, to the point of where my hand almost felt on fire. I hand begun to unlock my hand chakras.

Then in February of 2008, I sat down at a bar in which I was a regular at overhearing the conversation of the two people next to me. Their talk caught my interest so I joined in for a second and threw in my two cents. When the lady left, I continued on the conversation with the man about our dreams and goals in life.

I began to mention my life long dream of sailing around the world, and the means in how I was actually going to go about it. The man, Keith, stopped me in my tracks and says, "You wrote about this on Craigslist?"

"Excuse me?" I responded. We soon made the connection that he read a post of mine on Craigslist that was the equivalent of three typed pages on my idea of how to sail around the world, live on a sailboat, and actually succeed in it financially. I was interested in looking for anyone who wanted to jump on board with my plan, no pun intended.

He informs me that he read the entire piece but does not no why he replied to it. Mainly because he thought he was too old for such an odyssey. Anyways, he was thoroughly impressed in how I wrote the piece and how I presented my idea, with the ultimate goal of finding Atlantis. We ended up talking for the next three hours at the bar with each other. I soon began to realize he knew much more than your average person about Atlantis. Heck, he knew more than your average person ten fold. The man was a genius. We ended discussing philosophy and ideas of creation and cosmology, especially pertaining to the ancient astronaut theory.

By the end of the night, when we were both thoroughly intoxicated, I asked him a question I've always wanted to ask deep down but never knew who to ask it to: "This may sound weird, but would you be my mentor?" Hardly did I know, it was the starting of a wonderful and beautiful relationship.

The next day, he sent me an e-mail with a bunch of things to read and check out on the web. One of them being the infamous "Zeitgeist" documentary but of even more importance to me, a six hour lecture by the Mayan cosmologist Ian Lungold. This lecture to this day is the single greatest presentation of information that has ever influenced me. I sat down and watched the entire lecture in one day not wanting the flow of information to stop. My mind was just sucking it up bit by bit.

I wanted more.

Keith had also exposed me to Project Camelot, a collection of interviews that had been collected, mainly from whistle blowers from the world arena. Not only did the interviews open my eyes to some different aspects about society and reality, it opened the door for many other realms of information to go explore such as that of David Wilcock, someone I felt I resonated with rather deeply. Each of these individuals had only a small piece of the puzzle, but each story branched out to even more pieces of the puzzle. The information was becoming exponential in volume. I always loved summing up this notion with the phrase, "The more you learn, the more you realize that the less you know."

Around March, exactly a year from my previous dream described, I had another dream of immense stature and importance to me, except this one had much more to it in depth. It started out like a normal dream at first, as most do, with me sitting in the back seat of my mom's black Honda CRV with her driving, something reminiscent of when I was younger (as I tend to ride in the front if I'm with her). I was resting my elbow on the window with my hand under my chin staring out in a bored fashion. We seemed to be traveling on a highway, reminding me of the ups and downs of Boston's freeway, home of the notorious 'Big Dig'. I remember watching a few people as we passed by, specifically someone I made eye contact with on the side of the road. We pulled into the main entrance way of her hospital in Portland (as dreams work like that) where the ER is. Shes pulls over to the side and tells me to park the car as she has to run in quickly.

I hop out of the car and join my two friends out of no where who are standing on the side of the road. The three of us were standing there in a row looking at the hospital chatting it up, Jay and Silent Bob style. During our conversation, an Indian appears across the street. It is the exact same person who had contacted me a month earlier on a social networking site out of the blue. He was a yogi from India, and was one of the few people I had ever conversed with on the internet outside the U.S. up until that point. He was a practitioner of Kundalini Yoga.

He holds out his hand, and a device materializes in it out of thin air. In the dream, for some reason I thought it was a Game Boy, but after analyzing the dream in a waking state, I realized it was by no means a Game Boy. He then tells me that I need to come with him as it's of dire importance. I agree without hesitation, say good bye to my friends, and tell the yogi I need to park my mom's car first.

This is a very strange part of the dream that really sticks out and I've never been able to figure it out metaphorically. Instead of getting into the car, I cross the street to where there's a small park in absolute pristine nature. The park is full of women with their babies and children. You could say the scene is straight out of George Suerat's pointillist masterpiece of the Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jette. I start making my way through the park tip-toeing in between the women and their picnic blankets. At one point, I got too close and I began to wake a baby. I saw it's face swell up and turn red as it burst into tears. I apologized to the lady several times over very sincerely and went on my way. I made it back to the car where everyone was still standing, hopped into the driver's seat, literally did only a U-turn and parked on the other side of the street. All in all, it was the weirdest parking job ever.

I then followed the yogi around the corner in which everything transitioned almost immediately as we entered a dining room. The room was straight out of a perfect stereotypical country home. You could see out the window to my left of rolling hills of wheat with the blue sky. You could say this one fits into the works of Andrew Wyeth [A note on this to think about, is these are some of my favorite artists of mine too, and relating that notion to the painting scene in the movie 'What Dreams May Come', which is one of my all time favorites]. The room had baby blue wallpaper with your typical country style trim and furniture. However, there was no dining room table in the center but instead there were a group of chairs in a circle. Sitting in those chairs were a group of luminous, white robed figures. They looked like they were straight out of the movie Lord of the Rings seeming almost translucent but radiating light at the same time. I would have to assume that their were twelve of them, as that is what my gut feeling says. So one can then assume there were fourteen chairs. The yogi and I each took our seats.

The beings began addressing me, and then asked question after question to me. The weird thing is, the whole dream was very vivid and real. I was conscientiously thinking the whole way through and remembered almost every little bit, but during this questioning session, I remember absolutely nothing. It's like the words were empty of meaning. Only the moment in my head remains. Toward the end of the questioning, my memory becomes quite clear again. They asked me if I had any abilities as of yet? I replied that I can make an energy ball with my hands and immediately followed the statement with a demonstration by facing my palms toward each other.

My assumption for the next part had to either do with the presence of these entities or the plane of existence I was on, as the energy available to me was much greater than anything I have ever experienced before. My hands felt like they burst into flames, and a ball of light began to grow quickly between my hands. I was unable to break the attachment between my hands and the ball of energy. I fell out of the chair with a sense unlike pain but very similar. I was laying on my side as the energy finally began to dissipate as I broke the connection between my hands.

As I lay on the ground, I heard the 'elders' say I was not ready and that I needed proper training. They began to all get up and leave. As I got to my feet, one remained and began talking to the yogi directly. I walked up to them standing slightly off to the side listening to their conversation.

I then heard one of them say, I don't remember which one, "He is the reincarnation of..." Then a list of names came forth, many over, and many I can't even recollect as in my opinion, they were by no means human. However, two names I did catch that had human roots: Al-Sahad something, and the second to last name was Zeus. No other phrases of human understanding presided or followed the word. Just Zeus.

After this, they told me to follow them, and we left through another door in the room, that would of been to the right of the entrance. As soon as we walked through the door, again the landscape immediately transitions. We were standing on a platform inside a giant temple complex. I have debated this within myself for much time but the architecture was a blend of both Aztec and Mayan architecture, neither one specifically. The rectangular platform had a ceiling over, with two pillars in the far corners of it. There were a set of stairs in front of us, probably a set of ten, that continued onto a straight pathway that went off into the far distance. The pathway was bordered by green grass with giant pillars following along it. However, these pillars held up nothing and stood as solitary decorative posts. The pillars were located halfway between the path and the wall, then bordering the other side of the grass. The wall was as high as the pillars, probably around thirty feet, but as said before, there was no supporting roof, only sky above. The corridor with the pathway and walls stretched on for a fair distance, but I could see the end. It seemed like it stretched at least a quarter mile, if not more. To our right though, there was an opening with an extension of the platform.


We walked toward this opening instead of descending down the steps and their was a side gallery to the corridor. The gallery was a completely empty rectangular room with high walls and no ceiling. There was grass on the ground, but I did not see any steps going down into it, just that the platform bordered a small section of the room. There may have been more but I didn't have much time to look as I began to hear yelling off in the distance.

We were almost to the edge of this gallery when we turned around in response to the noise. About six to eight men came storming through the entrance we just came through. Now the best way I can describe these men is that they looked like they were straight out of the Alien movie series. They were soldiers all right, but definitely mercenaries in appearance as they all had their own unique look. They were sporting what looked like futuristic armor that was bulky, metallic, and worn down. They were all jacked and carrying large looking futuristic rifles. Something straight out of science fiction. I was really confused here at this point, and don't know if their weapons were pointed at us, but they immediately began to approach us.

Moments later, another group of men looking the exact same in appearance, but probably around a dozen of them this time, came through the door. The other men turned around, and they all had their weapons pointed at each other in a stand off. At this point there was a ton of screaming and yelling. I was in a borderline panic attack in my dream, not knowing what the hell to think. After after fifteen seconds of this chaos, they all quieted down and lowered them weapons walking toward each other. I breathed a sigh of relief and then woke up.

First thing I did was I began to write down this dream, and then I laid there in my bed in absolute awe and even more in confusion with what just happened. I had never even before seen a gun in my dream let alone half the things I saw before that point. This dream for me was truly unique and began to sink in in how important it may be.

I began to research Zeus from this point on, and discovered that the myth of Zeus first originated from Crete (not Greece) under the name Zeus Kretagenes. He was considered by the Minoans to be first true king of Crete, uniting the island together under one kingdom. There is also a myth that Zeus had to be raised in a cave his entire childhood to be kept in hiding from his father, as he wished to kill his son. His father had no interest in ever giving up his thrown and power. That cave is fifty miles south of the palace city Malia, which I spoke of earlier. Zeus was later defied by the Cretes, and was said that he was resurrected each year, as with many tales.

This of course got me thinking in reference to David Wilcock's Edgar Cayce connections. I have two brothers, as did Zeus. Chris who I called quantitative earlier was born materialistic in every way shape and form, since he was a little kid, being notorious for lying and manipulation (He's a good kid though, he really is). He fits in perfect with the Hades archetype. Even in my class today, we were discussing how Zeus, well Jupiter as it was in reference to the Aeneid, is the master of destiny and overlooks all to keep the Fates in check. Zeus is also represented by the eagle. My spirit animal for sometime I have felt is some kind of bird of prey, a raptor. I am just not sure what one.

And another interesting thing, is my closest friends in my life, outside Andy who I have mentioned, are all females and they seem to fit into specific archetypes of the Greek gods. Even though that may be stretching it, one of my best friends since seventh grade, well, her name is Athena.

I rarely shared this information with anyone, as the few experiences I did, it was not taken lightly by those. Since this spring, I never even mentioned it again to anyone until this very week. The same week I had this dream I also came across a channeled message from a well respected psychic in Japan. Supposedly, she had channeled a message from Zeus himself, and was one of the weirdest feelings I have ever had while reading this message. What stuck out even more is the message said Zeus lived on Earth 3,600 years ago, or 1,600 BC, the time of Malia. I have also found this date with another source since then, but haven't been able to directly find they acquired that date. It also said he delegates philosophy and art in heaven, which I consider two of three greatest strengths, the third being mathematics. However, on a daily basis I regularly engage in my artwork and philosophical writings over anything else.

The message focused on the awakening of others and within your own self, and that message to understand is very simple it put forth.

Regardless of the implications of what this may all be, the synchronicities for my own self were absolutely over whelming and mind blowing. I didn't know how to cope with such things. At times I began to feel crazy. Hell, I'm questioning it in the back of my mind everyday. Writing this piece about myself helps to clear the notion of sanity for me with the point being, do not ever deny your own personal experience. It is your life you are living and you're in control.

With this idea in mind, along with the message from Zeus, I had to react someway with the outside world. My whole life I had this nagging intuition in the back of my head saying, "Hey Greg, somethings not right here, things aren't adding up. You need to figure it out." And yes, at points in seemed to bring on insanity. But then the philosophical truths within me would stand there grounds. I knew what was right and what was wrong. The way this society functioned was wrong. I knew this since a little kid. I needed to connect with others, and see if anyone could begin to grasp my ideas about reality. At first, I just wanted people to believe in what I was saying. I soon realized all the problems such a notion can cause, especially among free will. I realized my ultimate goal at hand was to inspire people to make them think on their own; to break their chains of society, step aside for a second, and take a look at the big picture. For it wasn't in a belief that could make them see truth because that's not how it worked with me. It was personal life experiences that opened my eyes.