Ghost Story (Part 1 of 3)

All right, I'll say, how are you all this evening of your time as you create time to exist? Allow us to begin this interaction, this evening of your time, with a reminder that we have entitled, this interaction, ghost story, in honor of your all hollows Eve. Now, just one more reminder of the basis of the foundation, though this may not have anything to do, particularly with the story, we will share the basis and the foundation of your Halloween. Once again, in times past there was upon your planet, as many of you have realized, many ancient civilization, one of which you call Atlantis. It has now down through your ages been relegated to the idea of a mythological civilization is still commemorated in much of your literature in various ways, though you have in many ways forgotten what some of these commemoratives actually referred to. One idea of the destruction of Atlantis is what you refer to as your biblical flood. The idea also of many of your druidic rituals also hearken back to the idea of some of the Atlantean civilization. Your Egyptian and your Central and South American pyramidal structures harken back to the time of Aralantean architecture, for they were begun in that land, those structures. Also, pertaining to this interaction this evening of your time, in terms of the date of your counting, your Halloween, the three dates, your all-hollows-Eve, your November 1st, and your November 2nd, represent in some of your religious circles as the idea of all saints and all souls' days, the days following all hollows Eve, those three days are actually the remnant commemoration of the day before, the day of, and the day after the destruction of Atlantis. In a sense, energy speaking, your November 1st is, your November 1st is a day, actually your true New Year's Day, the beginning of the cycle of energy that you are now finalizing upon your planet because the cycle you are now emerging from was begun long ago in Atlantean time and now you are shifting it. The idea, as we recognize therefore, your Halloween, you're all Hallows Eve, is that timing. When you come as you say down to the wire of facing those portions of your consciousness that many of you now, for the several thousand years since the destruction of Atlantis, have submerged into your subconsciousness, have buried deep within you, and covered over with the waves of your surface conscious memory. These ideas now are rising once again from the depths of your being, are coming to the surface to reveal themselves in the knowledge of your connection to the infinite, and the recreation on the surface of your planet in the societies you have now of civilizations and attitudes and creations that are analogous to the height of the civilization on your planet you call Adelantis. You are very much at the same point, once again, almost the same degree of technology.

from the depths of your being, are coming to the surface to reveal themselves in the knowledge of your connection to the infinite, and the recreation on the surface of your planet in the societies you have now of civilizations and attitudes and creations that are analogous to the height of the civilization on your planet you call Adelantis. You are very much at the same point, once again, almost the same degree of technology. You now have some differences they did not have. They had some differences you do not have, but you are relatively speaking at the same point, the same level of technology, and on the verge, once again of the same basic decision. Do you use it in positive ways and expand and accelerate to the stars or do you use it in negative ways and once again submerge yourself under the basis of your consciousness? These decisions are up to you. Although we have once again shared with you many times that it is our perception now that you have decided to use it in a positive way and that is the reason we can be in contact with you at this time simply because your vibration is now becoming more and more like the vibration of the world that have created peace within their structures of consciousness. But we know that many of you still like to be frightened. Still have to play the idea is out and this is a very creative thing to do. For if you can find ways to enjoy the fears you have, they can be transformed into positive light. and so in honor of this idea and in our willingness to play and participate in your society's customs we share with you now our version of a little ghost story if you wish you may adjust the lighting to what you find appropriate but we will leave that up to you. It all begins on a world if you wish very much like your own it does not have to be any particular place it does not really have to be any particular time and as you say the subject of the story can be called for now army army can be if you wish male or female it does not matter on army's world there is a time and a ritual that everyone must go through before they then undertake for the remainder of their life those ideas that they will be utilizing in service to all those things that will represent their passage from what you would call childhood to adulthood similar in many ways to many rituals you may have upon your world this ritual involves the idea of spending some time in a particular structure this structure is a many storied structure and even though it may not have absolute similarities to the idea of buildings upon your planet it will do in this story to refer to it as a house now you

their passage from what you would call childhood to adulthood similar in many ways to many rituals you may have upon your world this ritual involves the idea of spending some time in a particular structure this structure is a many storied structure and even though it may not have absolute similarities to the idea of buildings upon your planet it will do in this story to refer to it as a house now you may wish to call it a haunted house that is up to you But in army's world, it is called the house of all things. Everyone knows of it. And it is not without some trepidation that individuals take their turn spending a night within the house of all things. And so it came to pass that it was army's turn to spend that night in the house of all things. And the teachers and the teachers and the friends of army wished army well, all the while, of course, expressing that they were very glad it was not their turn. And so, with perhaps some boldness and yet some trepidation, army set off for the house of all things, which stood by itself in the very center of a forest, in the very center of a forest, in its own clearing. in its own clearing, in its own meadow. Pleasant enough, perhaps, during the day. Or so at least, army used to think. And as army traveled through the forest towards the house, it began to be the time of the setting of the sun, dusk, as you call it. And the closer Ami got to the house of all things, the darker and darker it got. And the animal and the trees, of course, through Ami's imagination, began to take on slightly different aspects. Some of them seeming to point the way toward the house, but very reluctantly, their their branches swaying in the wind, pointing the direction to the house, but all the time bending in the wind as if to say, go back, go back. This is the way you wish to go, but if I were you, I would go back, go back. Well, Army knew that Army could go back, but Army could go back, But Army also knew this was very important, that there were things to look at, things to face, things to understand if army were to become what army really desired to be. Nowhere, but in this house could one accelerate so quickly. It was said, though everyone who had been in the house was also told, you may share of your experiences if you wish. if you wish, but not to the point where you will be living those experiences for everyone else. For it is up to everyone to decide that they themselves must go through this house and have their own experiences.

desired to be. Nowhere, but in this house could one accelerate so quickly. It was said, though everyone who had been in the house was also told, you may share of your experiences if you wish. if you wish, but not to the point where you will be living those experiences for everyone else. For it is up to everyone to decide that they themselves must go through this house and have their own experiences. And as Army walked through the force, Army dwelt on the many tales that had been told and the many stories that had been shared. Three steps forward, two steps back. Three steps forward, one step back. Eventually, however, Army arrived at the clearing. And there in the clearing, at the very center was the house of all things. Multi-story, it stood alone. The wind, the only sound, no light coming from anywhere. anywhere, any window within the house. And Army took one look back at the forest, comparing the idea of going ahead or going back, both stood up the courage and walked boldly up to the door. And just to be polite, gave a little knock, just in case someone might be home. You never. know. The door opened slowly to Ami's surprise, but there did not seem to be anyone there. Yet Army took it as an invitation, especially since everyone knew this is what Ami was supposed to do now, and stepped in. The door, you guessed it, closed behind Army. ever so gently, not a slam, but with an absolutely precise, definitive and final click. And in that click, there was an echo, an echo of a voice, the way out is up. And army did not really understand this. this was not even sure Army had heard this for real. Rubbed out Ami's ears. My imagination getting to me, I am hearing voices already. I don't know if this was such a good idea. Individuals have said they spent whole night in this house. I have just arrived already. I'm hearing voices. I will probably never see the dawn. But if this is to be my first, If this is to be my fate, so be it. If there is anyone around who decides these things, if it is going to be horrible, please at least let it be quick. But there was no sound and there was no answer. And all was dark. Except for, here and there, the very faint light of a moon shining through this window and that, creating even deeper shadows. in contrast to the soft, velvety, violet light. And Ami began to take stock of the surroundings, allowing the eyes to adjust somewhat. But never completely in focus did all of the room become. Army wandered through a creek here, an unknown sound there, a heartbeat. Oh, oh. That must be mine, Ammy said. A little louder than usual it is tonight, but it is mine after all.

window and that, creating even deeper shadows. in contrast to the soft, velvety, violet light. And Ami began to take stock of the surroundings, allowing the eyes to adjust somewhat. But never completely in focus did all of the room become. Army wandered through a creek here, an unknown sound there, a heartbeat. Oh, oh. That must be mine, Ammy said. A little louder than usual it is tonight, but it is mine after all. Army sat in the middle of the first room for a very long time, expecting things to come to Army, waiting for what might come with some, once again, amount of dread and trepidation, uncertainty, unknowingness. And finally, after what seemed to be many hours, nothing had happened. Well, maybe it's not so bad after all, Ami said. Maybe I could go exploring this old place and find something interesting that no one has ever found. Perhaps all the others were simply too afraid. But if there really is nothing here, and I am the first to explore everywhere, I can come out perhaps with many treasures. Who knows what I may find under the floorboards and in the shadows that others have been afraid to go into. So army began to explore. A door here, a door there. Some walked. Oh, well, some not. Maybe I wish they were. Chose a door. Turned on. Pushed it open gently. Creek. An old house. Creek. A very old house. And into the room, Army went. Not much light at all. Little cracks here and there, little beams of moonlight. Little moats of dust catching the eye. What was that? Oh, just the light. What was that? Oh, just some dust. What? into the room and the door closed behind with the same definite click. Army turned around and tried it and it did not budge. No going back. The little click echoed only go up. Army turned around to see if there were any other doorways out of the room and in the shadows could not see any. Only go up. How can I go up? The room is sealed. There is a ceiling. I do not see any other door. Army looked around, staying close to the door through which Army came. Hoping upon hope that it might open again. Maybe it's just because the house is old. There isn't really anything holding the door shut. Maybe it's just because my hand is trembling and too weak to really pull it from being stuck. Maybe, maybe. And all of a sudden a slight sound to one side. A sound like a breath ever so shy. And Army turned and could see nothing at first. And then, slowly, something that made Army recoil against the door. For there seemed to be far on the other side of the room. very faint, very ghostly, shining with the pale violet light of the moonlight itself, glowing softly, what appeared to be just two legs. Just two legs.

a sudden a slight sound to one side. A sound like a breath ever so shy. And Army turned and could see nothing at first. And then, slowly, something that made Army recoil against the door. For there seemed to be far on the other side of the room. very faint, very ghostly, shining with the pale violet light of the moonlight itself, glowing softly, what appeared to be just two legs. Just two legs. As if there could be something standing and watching, but only deigning to allow enough of it to materialize, to at least allow army know where it stood. Just two legs connected at the hip with nothing above. And Ami looked a little closer to be sure that Ami was seeing what Ami thought Ami was seeing. And recoiled immediately as the legs took a step forward towards Ami. And Ami began to perspire heavily and the heartbeat was ever more loud. And Ami turned around and faced the door, and began to wish with all the might that was contained in Ami's heart that the door would open. And pulled at the handle, rattle, rattle, but it would not give. And as the last rattle died away, the echo once again, the only way out is up. And Ami turned and looked. And to one side where Ami did not see it before, there was another door. another door. And Ami moved sideways around the wall, staying as far from the legs as possible. And they turned to watch as if they had eyes to observe Ami's movement around the room. And Ami made sure Ami's eyes stayed riveted on those legs so they would not run toward army. run toward army. Because army thought if army could, Army would run right through the wall if that happened. Army reached the door. The legs seemed content as long as Army did not enter further into the center of the room to remain where they were, just outlining its domain as it were. Army reached the other door and with one hand opened it and looked it and looked and there were some stairs and quick as you can imagine ommy bolted through the door and shut it behind and turned around and saw a very tall staircase very creaky stare and walked up and up and came to another door another room Oh, no, not more legs. A house full of legs. What could this mean? How am I supposed to learn from this? I am being scared to death. What is this supposed to teach me? Oh, teacher, I wish you were here now. It was you that told me I must go through this. If I were to become the army I want to be, how does this serve me? can I really last the night? Oh, well, deep breath into the room, all me went. Didn't see anything immediately. Pretty dark, though, just as dark as the other room.

scared to death. What is this supposed to teach me? Oh, teacher, I wish you were here now. It was you that told me I must go through this. If I were to become the army I want to be, how does this serve me? can I really last the night? Oh, well, deep breath into the room, all me went. Didn't see anything immediately. Pretty dark, though, just as dark as the other room. Little trickles of light through a very tiny window. Looked around. No legs. All right. Walked into the center of the room, turned 360. degrees, looked around. No legs. Oh, better and better, Army thought. Explored the room a little bit more, peered into the shadows as far as Army dared, looked up to the little window, stood, looking up the shaft of light, as if somehow Army might be able to leap up and squeeze out that little window to get outside into the moonlight. the moonlight, where Army knew it would be safer. And all of a sudden, standing there, watching the light, Army felt all of the skin on his back. As if something had caressed ever so gently. And took a gulp. No, no, no, no, just my imagination. The breeze threw a crack in the flow, and turned around, and jumped, and stood frozen, and stood frozen in the shafts of moonlight, and there floating, floating nearby in the darkness, glowing ever so gently, a floating, a floating pair of arm. Reaching out, reaching out towards Army, who now began to shake, who began to step back, able to uproot one foot and then the other, as if they were glued to the floor, and becoming stuck again and not taking another step, and staring and staring at the arms that reached out, groping, grasping, grasping for army. And just beyond the arms to one side, Ami caught in the faintest glow of the light, another door. Ami wasted no time. Army ran. And did not stop the beating of Ami's heart so loud until the next door wasams swammed securely behind. and this time by now army was becoming weak and frightened and wishing there were a window large enough for now army was certain army would jump even if it meant army's death for army did not want to spend another moment and yet once again in the slamming of that of that door and the clicking of the lock. There was the small voice. The way out is up. I'm going mad, Amitha. Truly mad. Perhaps I will simply become a resident of this house. Perhaps this is how this house has become so haunted. I am seeing all the mad people that have been here before me. who have never escaped and neither will I. Woe is me. But there ahead of Ami was yet again another staircase. Well, if I am going to die, it might as well be now.

is up. I'm going mad, Amitha. Truly mad. Perhaps I will simply become a resident of this house. Perhaps this is how this house has become so haunted. I am seeing all the mad people that have been here before me. who have never escaped and neither will I. Woe is me. But there ahead of Ami was yet again another staircase. Well, if I am going to die, it might as well be now. And up the stairs, Ami climbed. And with each step, Ami's legs became heavier and heavier and heavier. Until at the very top, Ami wondered why the floor underneath did not give way. And Ami didn't go crashing through. Ami looked at the door at the top of the stairs, the same bright brass knob, waiting for the touch of the touch of Ami's hand, as if it had always been waiting for the touch of Ami's hands, as if it had always been waiting for the touch of the touch of the touch of the touch. been waiting for the touch of Ami's hand to turn it and with leaden arms, Ami reached and felt the smooth coldness, the coldness that Ami thought that any moment would signal, the coldness that Ami's body would be in death if Ami walked through that door and turned it, click of the coldness of the coldness of his body would be in death if army walked through that door and turned it, click. A very, very old door. Oh, very old door. Err. Very rusty. Oh, what strength army had left was necessary, all of it, to muster, to muster, to push the door open. open. For Army knew it was the only way. There was no going back. And into the room, Army went, and the door closed behind. Click, and the echo died away, but Army did not hear. For Army senses now draining. and Ami's heart was in the throat. For a head of Army, floating in the center of the dark room, was only a heart, a beating a beating heart. Army could not think. Army could not move. Army felt dark death wrapping around and covering Army's eyes. Army withdrew and curled into a little ball on the floor. And felt the eternal night descend. But then, but then, in the very depth of Army's despair and fear and fear and darkness, That little voice echoed again. Up, Army, the way out is up. I am on the top floor, Army cried. Up, Ammy up. Way out is up. What do you want for me? Army cried. Ami cried. Yet, Ami found strength coming back. A strength that, if anything, even if it was anger, even if it was defiance, that Ami's predicament was allowing Ami to regain senses and rising slowly, Ami saw the heart. And the heart beat and glowed fiercely and brightly. And Ami did not. feel as scared. God has scared. And felt a warmth from the heart.

is up. What do you want for me? Army cried. Ami cried. Yet, Ami found strength coming back. A strength that, if anything, even if it was anger, even if it was defiance, that Ami's predicament was allowing Ami to regain senses and rising slowly, Ami saw the heart. And the heart beat and glowed fiercely and brightly. And Ami did not. feel as scared. God has scared. And felt a warmth from the heart. Who are you? Said Ami. Up, said the heart. Up. I do not understand, said Ami. You will, said the heart. You will. The heart vanished. And the door behind Ami clicked open. And Ami saw light from below in a house that had had no light up to that point. And descended the staircase and walked into the room, peering around the corner of first, of course, looking for the arm that had groped for Ami's throat. and saw nothing. And walked into the room, saw nothing. The room was lit, looked one wall, another wall, and the third wall, and thrown, and then recovered. For there on the far, far wall, was a mirror, was a mirror. And it was only Ami's arms in the moonlight that had scared Ami, and went to the other door, and down the stairs as fast as you can imagine, into the other room where there was now light. And once again, the mirror on the far wall, it had only been Ami's legs that had trembled and turned as army turned around the room to seek escape, shining the reflection of the moonlight off of Ami's legs into the mirror. And army went through the front door, and it opened easily, and out of the house of all things to stand in the meadow and look at it from afar. And the night was glorious, and the moon shone brightly, and the moon shone brightly. And Ami was happy, he had lived. And all of a sudden, a thought struck on me. But wait. In the first room had been the reflection in the mirror of my leg. In the second room had been the reflection in the mirror of my arms. But no mirror can reflect a heart. What was that? What was that? Then there was a spirit. I was a spirit. I was a spirit. I wonder if I'll ever know. And it came to pass that army lived a full life, doing all the things that army desired to do in being of service in joy and love. And now and then pondered back to the house of all things and the heart and wondered, but found no answer, could not understand how the house had been able to show a heart, to see through Ami's body, to show Ami's heart, if that is what it truly was. And so it came to pass that in the living of a full life, it came time for Ami to die.

in joy and love. And now and then pondered back to the house of all things and the heart and wondered, but found no answer, could not understand how the house had been able to show a heart, to see through Ami's body, to show Ami's heart, if that is what it truly was. And so it came to pass that in the living of a full life, it came time for Ami to die. And in passing from the physical to the spirit world, Ami was met by Ami's teacher who had preceded did be full. How nice to see you again. And now we are spirits and hearkening back to the time of the house of all things. I can see in that sense that spirits are not things to be feared. And funny you should mention that, said the teacher. Funny you should mention the house of all things. For just as it was in physical life, just as the house of all things, just as the house of all things, represented, a passage that each living being must go through. The house of all things is something that you as a novice spirit must also play a part in serving. How so? You mean now that I'm dead I have to go back there? Just for a moment or two. Just to be as a guide of service in love and in light. For it is the house of all things that of all things, and by definition it bridges both worlds. And it is a doorway and a passage that not only the living in life, but the living in death must also participate in. Very well, I will do what I must, said Ami. So go, said the teacher. There is someone waiting now. And so Ami went. went and entered the spirit side of the house of all things, but of course not through the front door, through the top, into the attic. And as soon as Ami was in place, the sound of a click. And Ami turned and saw Ami in life. Ami in view by Ami in death. Yes, and Ami understood. I am the heart I saw. I am the guide I saw so long ago in life. My own self in the future, radiating the love, the self-love it would take for me to live the life I desired to live. I desire to live. I saw my own heart to live. truly, but not reflected in any mirror of physical design, reflected in the mirror of spirit. To give myself the reminder that I am loved. Ah, me. We thank you. Thank you. Thank you. We thank you for allowing us to participate in the unlocking of yourselves to yourselves, in the revealing of yourselves to yourself. For that is what the gate is all about. The gate you call all hollow these represented by the vibration of the number 13.

any mirror of physical design, reflected in the mirror of spirit. To give myself the reminder that I am loved. Ah, me. We thank you. Thank you. Thank you. We thank you for allowing us to participate in the unlocking of yourselves to yourselves, in the revealing of yourselves to yourself. For that is what the gate is all about. The gate you call all hollow these represented by the vibration of the number 13. for 13 is the gate of transformation and death is only life in a different form. At this timing, in return for your gift of allowing us to share your dream with you, I ask you now how, may I serve you? To you, good evening. Thank you for your wonderful story. Your wonderful story. We thank you for allowing us to concoct it out of the imagination and the dreams and the spirit of all of you. And reflect as a mirror those ideas you already contain. Since the summer, when I was in Santa Fe, I've been painting my own line of garments with lightning bolts and snakes. Oh, how exciting! And Indian symbols. I was very excited to find that lightning bolts are the Kachina energy. In many ways, yes. And that the snake is an aboriginal sign of power, in a sense. It is an ancient symbol to represent wisdom and knowledge. Yes. Thank you. Um, now it seems this weekend I will be going to Miami and swimming with a doll. Oh, all right. Have a good time. I'm very excited to play with them. Yes. excited to play with all of you. I know. I feel that, and also the person I'm going with, we feel we're on the wave of great momentum in sharing. Oh, aptly put. Yes. Especially where dolphins are concerned. Especially at this time of November 1st and 2nd. Yes. Especially in that area. For it was off of your eastern and southern. and southern seaboard that the islands of Atlantis existed. Yes. Especially in what you call your Bahamas and your Bermuda areas. Well, we sense this excitement and great expectancy. Yes. And yet I know as much as there will be a lot of unfolding, I trust that the unfolding will happen when it's meant to happen. Absolutely. It is going on all the things. You will have whatever recognition of it you need to have when you need to have it. Yes, so I won't ask for a preview at this time. Alright. But if there is any message the Dreamer has for myself or for anyone here, we haven't heard from Dreamer in a long time and I thought maybe there might be some... Take flowers with you. Flowers of many colors. Share them with the Dolphins, even as they shared in times past the discovery. of colorful things on the bottom of the sea and brought them to the surface for all of you.

time. Alright. But if there is any message the Dreamer has for myself or for anyone here, we haven't heard from Dreamer in a long time and I thought maybe there might be some... Take flowers with you. Flowers of many colors. Share them with the Dolphins, even as they shared in times past the discovery. of colorful things on the bottom of the sea and brought them to the surface for all of you. Okay, so throw them in the water with them there. Take them in the water with you. Aha. Okay. At least one. All right. I like the idea of many. All right. It's up to you. Okay. We thank you. Say hello for us. I will. Thank you very much. Thank you. Sharing. Good evening, Bashar. And to you, good evening. My name is Starbird. All right. I'm pregnant. I'm a dolphin. Yes. I'm a dolphin channel and dolphin collar. All right. And I'm expecting to have my babies in the water with dolphins. All right. And right now I'm looking for where or when. Sort of that can happen since in the moment there is no place. All right. Do remember, do remember that whether it takes place physical logically or not, if you understand that, of course, A, the child will assist in the birth, it's not just on your shoulders. Yes. And you simply call forth the dolphin consciousness, which are very willing to help each and any of you now in the giving of the birth process, you will then be surrounded by their energy, see, even if it's not a physiological ocean. And that can amount to the same energy, wherein you will be buoyed up and supported, and there will be. a flow with no pain whatsoever become lost in that energy sea, floating and floating and sharing and feeling the interaction and the blending of the energy. It can be a physical sea, and if such is necessary. By simply putting this energy out in your imagination, you will attract yourself to whatever physiological counterpart of this idea can occur. But if it doesn't, you can do it within the energy sea. It will be the same. I felt that. Thank you. Thank you. One related kind of question as well. Yes. Can you explain maybe what the connection is between the starbird energy, the serious connection, and the dolphin vibration? Yes. Well, dolphins have received the idea of telepathic contact from the star serious for quite some time. The similarity in their vibration is that the sixth density level of consciousness around the star you call serious exists in an energy state. energy state, and when they have contacted your human life upon your planet telepathically, because they exist in an energy sea, your human minds have translated them to be amphibious beings, which they are not literally.

have received the idea of telepathic contact from the star serious for quite some time. The similarity in their vibration is that the sixth density level of consciousness around the star you call serious exists in an energy state. energy state, and when they have contacted your human life upon your planet telepathically, because they exist in an energy sea, your human minds have translated them to be amphibious beings, which they are not literally. But because you translate them that way, that gives you your first clue, that they are very similar in vibratory wavelength to the dolphin, who exist as ascension species in your ocean. And in that sense, by breathing air, are to some degree amphibious, even though they do not arrive upon the land surface itself. They are simply counterpart energy to the serious energy in many aspects. And the notion of what you call star bird is an ancient recognition of a vibratory name that is connected to ancient American Indian cultures that also knew and participated in directly the energy and telepathic linkages with dolphins and many other extraterrestrial societies all the time. Especially those that exist on what you call your ancient Eastern Seaboard. Does that serve you? Yes, it does. Thank you. Pleasant dreams. Yes, you too. Sharing. Hi, Bichard. And good evening to you. I wanted to, first off, share with you that your mirroring has been a great assistance. All right. Can you all hear this individual adequately? All right. And I have been facing a lot of myself, which actually has been. myself, which actually has turned out to be a delight. Yes! Yes! ...seem to be, to begin with. Yes! And actually, I have two, well, curiosity questions. I don't know which is most important, so I'll spit them out, answer the one you choose. Oh, all right. It seems that since I have disconnected with Billy Meyer, I seem to be attracting a lot of Orion-connected people. Yeah. And I was kind of wondering what my connection might be with Orion-Eyneying Aside from the connection with all it is, which I'm connected with everything, of course. And the other thing was an entity who is not Orion, but is often by the people that pick him up, called Orion or put into the Orion things, you might say, an entity called Matreya. I was wondering if you could tell us about. Thank you. Both are answerable in one format. Good. The idea basically, remember, is that early, Pleiadian offshoots are also Orion in nature. I know that. All right.

of course. And the other thing was an entity who is not Orion, but is often by the people that pick him up, called Orion or put into the Orion things, you might say, an entity called Matreya. I was wondering if you could tell us about. Thank you. Both are answerable in one format. Good. The idea basically, remember, is that early, Pleiadian offshoots are also Orion in nature. I know that. All right. In that fashion, therefore, you have created for yourself a connection to that form of energy because you recognize that in order to be of service in the way you desire to be, in order to allow the ancient negativity to be transformed into what you call Orion Light, which is the representation of what you call the identity Matreya, then in that sense you would have to associate yourself with the Orion energy to allow individuals who were already fixed in that energy to understand the blending of the Pleiadian and the Orion energy as old offshoots of each other, as old split that happened long ago. I want to thank you for the things you've said to us in the past. It sounds like a pretty simple formula, some of the things you've said. It is. And you tell us it's simple, I believe it. And I've been following it. I've been following it. All right. I've made some changes in my life because of it, I'm sure. Oh, thank you very much. Not every change yet. But I found that trying to follow your instructions on imagination, I've imagined myself in different circumstances to a point where it's almost easy, or actually it's much easier to imagine myself there than where I am. Yeah, that's all right. To a point where I feel I'm almost disconnecting in an unhealthy way. in an unhealthy way. All right. But it does not have to be viewed as unhealthy. Remember, one of the whole ideas of your transformational age is the whole process itself of disconnection from things that no longer represent who you are. If we live in our dreams, is there a point where we are ineffective in operating in daily life? Only when you do not allow yourself to incorporate the physical reality as a part of the dream itself. Only when you do not act physically. physically, the idea your imagination gives you out in the physical world. I feel like I'm missing a part of the formula you say is so easy, and maybe it's exactly that part you just mentioned. That is why we always ask when we talk about the thing that excites you the most if you're doing the thing that excites you the most as an individual.

dream itself. Only when you do not act physically. physically, the idea your imagination gives you out in the physical world. I feel like I'm missing a part of the formula you say is so easy, and maybe it's exactly that part you just mentioned. That is why we always ask when we talk about the thing that excites you the most if you're doing the thing that excites you the most as an individual. Because it is the doing in physical terms, the physical actions that reflect the conviction of your dreams, dreams because if you're willing to have the conviction to act it out in physical terms, then you lock the physical reality and the dream reality together as one reality. If you remain floating in the idea of the imagination reality without thinking that you must manifest these ideas or put them into physical action, then you are forgetting that you chose to be a physical being. And that the whole idea of the transformational age is to allow yourself not just to recognize that physical reality is a dream. No.