Posted in 2021

Controlling Empathy

All my life, for as long as I can remember, I have been overwhelmed.  For most of my life I believed it was because of my upbringing which was in a time when children could be seen, but most definitely were not to be heard.  It was confusing.  Adults and other children around me, made me feel befuddled. They made me fearful; they over-powered me with their very presence, with the noise that they made.  They were too active – too strong and I didn’t understand that it wasn’t their physical voice, or activity, or muscular strength that overpowered me – it was far stranger than that.  Some people could over-power me simply by looking at me and make me devolve into  tear-filled mess.

The noise that humans make hurts me.  Even now – in certain situations.  Not physically, it’s more of a mental disturbance.   It’s hard to describe, and as a child I had no means of reference to say that this pain which hurt my body and this pain which hurt my soul were any different.  I had no guidance to know that it wasn’t always physical noise that hurt.  Now I know that it is the chaotic, jumbled Energy noise that so many people put out, that can hurt so much.

Like many others, I had no-one to guide me, so I learnt avoidance.  I already knew how to disappear into the walls so that I couldn’t be seen but I also learned how to disappear into story books, how to travel to different realms.  My own way to describe it was to “go visit the Elephants”.  Basically I would leave my body and go where I felt safe.  On the open savannah with the elephants.  I would walk in their footsteps.    I have a guide, Emily, who is a big, blue, matriachal elephant.  I even have a painting of her on my wall.  She makes me feel safe.

I learned how not to be there even when my physical body was.  It was the only way I had at that time to control my environment.  When I got a bit older, I used food to control my environment.  I was anorexic.

That tentative control was violently ripped from me one day when I was caught up in riots. Now I understand that it wasn’t just the physical noise and violence of those riots, but the Energy of anger, fear, death; of dominance, destruction and hatred.  That Energy whirled around in a maelstrom of violence that I couldn’t handle.  For over 20 years after that event, I lived in fear of everything outside my front door.  I had zero control of everything that happened outside my front door.  It took that long for me to be diagnosed with PTSD.

Time moved on, I learned how to deal with the panic attacks that happened every day and especially whenever I went into a place where there were lots of people.  My need to escape the pain I felt was so great that I would become violent.  I’ve been thrown out of more that one McDonalds for going to thump someone who was simply talking loudly!

Time moved on, I learned coping strategies and life continued – and was even fulfilling at times.  Then, totally out of the blue, in the midst of a time when other dramas were playing out, I was accused of something I hadn’t done, something I hadn’t even been involved with and I was threatened with jail time.  My world was already very delicately poised, but with this threat it totally collapsed.  This was in August 2014.

In October 2014, I had what I call my Initial Spiritual Awakening Experience.  And in June the following year Essence Ka tha’ras came into my life.    There have been many times when I have stated that she saved my sanity and I am deadly serious about that.  Finally someone was able to explain to me what was happening. 

At 60 years of age I found out about Empathy.  Of course I knew about empathy as opposed to sympathy, but I didn’t know that empathy could also be an amalgam of our senses; a deeper sense. A response to the energies swirling about in the world around us.  I didn’t know that people are empathic in this way of sensing the energies around them.  I found out that I am Empathic – and that every other human on this planet has that ability to some degree or other.  If they are open to it – it’s a matter of sensitivity.  Most importantly, I learned that it overwhelms when you are not in control.  And I, most definitely, was not in control.  I finally discovered that all this pain and noise and overwhelm is because I am very sensitive to the energy of what is around me. 

Essence taught me that I can learn to take control.

That has probably been the most important part of my journey through this lifetime.  You really can’t learn to control how you perceive and receive the energy around you, until you learn about how Energy works and how to work with Energy.  You can’t just flick a switch – you have to learn about it.

The very first thing I needed to learn was how to stop seeing all this Energetic swirling as something to be feared.  Essence taught me that if I could learn to take control, instead of it controlling me, that this knowledge of the energy of the world around me could become my greatest gift for helping others.  I am driven to help others; and this could be an amazing tool but I had to change my mindset, my beliefs.  I’d had 60 years of fear and hiding from something that could be my greatest asset – but it wasn’t something that was going to be learned overnight. 

Essence got the ball rolling, but eventually my guides directed me to attend a weekly meditation circle in the town where I lived.  The people there were lovely.  Committed, helpful, caring – but the Energies they moved in were already too low a frequency for me to feel comfortable in and I wasn’t sufficiently experienced to be able to move through different frequencies without being affected.  I know that sounds like Ego – Hey, my frequency is higher than yours – but that is very definitely not the case.  It was simply that they worked in fields that operated in different frequencies than those I was starting to work in. I went there to learn skills I needed – primarily I needed to learn to trust what I Know.  To trust the Energy I was able to read.  How did I do this, I learned the art of psychometry. 

I was pretty hopeless with reading Energy off personal items such as jewellery, they feel inert to me, but my teacher would put a photograph in an envelope or face-down on the table and I would hover my hand over it, I wouldn’t touch it and I would attempt to ‘read’ the Energy I felt about whatever was in that photo that I couldn’t see.  I had to push myself out of my comfort zone and learn to say what came into my Knowing without doubting and second-guessing it.  Sometimes the things students would come out with when we did these exercises were hilarious or even ridiculous, but no-one ever made anyone else feel stupid.  We were all just having a go and I learned to relax and say whatever popped into my mind.  And surprisingly that information was uncannily accurate.

It was a good class.  Fun.  Great people.  And every single week for about 18 months, I left that class, got home and vomited.  Every single week after attending that class, I would spend hours throwing up. 

Now, to be fair,  I do have a number of food intolerances and vomiting isn’t really unusual for me when I eat certain natural food chemicals and so, week after week I thought it was something I was eating.  Until I was invited to visit the local Spiritual Church. 

I went into that church and immediately felt that really familiar draining of my Energy that I describe as ‘pain’.  This was a place of very low frequency and I was in a position of starting to be able to recognise and understand it.  When I had to rush out of that church in order to vomit, I knew exactly why I had been throwing up for the previous 18 months.  However lovely the people were in the class I had been attending, the Energy they were working in was too low for the frequencies I was learning to move within and when I mentioned this with my psychometry teacher, she confirmed that she too had recognised that I would soon be leaving to follow my own path.  This is a good way of understanding that you really can’t separate the physical from the spiritual.

During most of this time, I had lived in an apartment building with the most horrible, swirling, chaotic energy.  Next door was an even bigger apartment building that held energies that were even more intense.  It came to a point, when I had to move out.  I was the fourth successive manager of that building to have had a mental breakdown.  That’s how bad the Energy was there.  I amicably separated from my husband and moved to a town several hours away, but on the 1st January 2018 I found myself back in that building after getting a call for help in running the resort.  

Despite already having several years of learning to recognise and understand how to read the Energy and, at a basic level, how to work with it, I found myself just 8 days later, on the beach seeking a passive way to leave this life.  That’s how badly I was being affected by that energy of those buildings in just 8 short days.  I went into meditation and beseeched the Universe to either take me or to show me how to bring balance into my life. 

Balance is what I got.  I fell off the sea wall.  I had to be rescued by the fire service; had two stays in hospital and 4 1/2 hours of surgery pinning my leg back together.  When I came out of hospital I had to go back to that place of swirling, painful energy which had only become worse.  I had to spend 9 weeks in bed with my leg stuck in the air.  And I had to recognise that Energy and not allow it to take control of me once again.  I had to learn to choose how I worked with it. 

During those 9 weeks I was severely tested.  I don’t need to go into the details, but it was bad; it was hard.  And it was here that I came to understand that me being in control of the way I perceive and work with the energies around me, or of allowing these energies to control me as they had whilst I was younger was all about choice.  Choice and discernment.  I had the ability to choose how I saw, felt and reacted to the energies around me and in order to make that choice I had to be able to discern what was beneficial and what was not.   And believe me, not only then but in the three years since that accident, I have been severely challenged. 

Does this mean that I am now fully in control of my Empathic abilities.  Nope.  I think I will be learning and growing in this area for a long time yet.  What has happened is that I am learning to use that energy in the way that Essence told me I would be able to do.  I now view this ability as the true gift it is.  I use it to see my world as it is and not so much as it is presented.  I use it when I have a client – either for Reiki or drum healing or as a counsellor.  I use it within meditation for the benefit of the entire collective – and it’s impossible not to work with energy when working with Essence. 

One of the first things she taught me is that Everything is Energy, Frequency, Vibration.  It took me a while to get a really good handle on understanding that – but I think I’m pretty much getting there! 

Thank you.  Thank you for listening.  I hope the sharing of my journey helps you to better understand your journey and not to be overwhelmed by the fears of uncontrolled empathy.

Gy’ Shé em
Flip the heaviness and Shine your Bling

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Posted in 2016

You Too Are a New Storyteller

Come, gather around, I have a tale to tell

A spin on your Story of heaven and hell

if they exist

Come, gather around, the short and the tall

The thin and the fat – I welcome you all

in Peace

What? You have no Story?  No tale to share?

Isn’t that you, who lives over there?

in that doorway

I see you are a good man, fallen on hard times

After you returned from those far distant front lines

in Pain

People avoid you, they won’t look in your eyes

They are too afraid of seeing the truth of the lies

of this Now

But I see your dreams, how deeply you care

And it’s time to release them if only you dare

share your Love

Tell your tale of bravery, turn the lies around

Share the Love and the Light between sky and ground

breathe deeply

Young man you have stories that are meant for sharing

Of brave deeds, of strength, compassion and daring

do.

Stand up, claim your soul’s beauty and travel the lands

Pick up your staff and your drum in both hands

and summon your Future

I have shown you your Light, my job is done

To continue your Story, you are the One

to shine

Lift your heart high, receive Joy and Peace

From the Great Spirit in waves without cease

and Awaken

With a gleam in my eye I bequeath Adamantine Light

To you New Storyteller, now strive with all your might

to grow

And gather the Story of another man’s fear

Dig deep, Seek the Love and bring that here

to the Light

Work hard Storyteller, manifest your Bliss

Refuse to think of those dark shady mists

that mis-lead

If you find yourself thinking those dark shady thoughts

Seek deeply within for the things you were taught

and Shine your Light

Go forth.  Manifest your Bliss

In the words of Essence Ka tha’ras: 

OM AkArapariNAma Anandaham

A New Storyteller

14/10/16

Posted in 2016

Gather Close and Hear a Story

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I am a New Storyteller.  You may be too.  So come close and hear my Story of changing patterns and beautiful manifestations for the future.

But first, gather around, and as you settle down, maybe with a coffee or a cup of tea, making yourself comfortable, let me tell you what a New Storyteller does.

Stories, as you know have been told since time began.  Before the first word was ever drawn on the wall of a cave, people gathered and listened.  Stories brought the history of the race to life.  They taught young people how to act in certain situations.  They frightened, enthralled and brought laughter and tears.  The old storytellers told of brave deeds, princesses rescued, dragons slain (although I must say that the dragons I know are beautiful gentle creatures and I would be heart-broken if anyone tried to slay my dragons).  They told of wars, battles won and battles lost; of ogres and giants and trolls under the bridge.  They told tales of seasons, of stars and far distant friends.  They built a picture that was fantastical, filled with Magick and the Knowledge of Ages to show the people who came together to hear.

In today’s world, in this current reality, this “Now,” we rarely gather to hear such tales.  Those gatherings around the fire have morphed into watching TV, Face Book and Google; of being spoon-fed the atrocities of the world we currently live in until we come to believe there is only war, and terrorism; famine and bloodshed; the Haves and the HaveNots.  We are loosing sight of the Beauty, the Mystery of Spirit simply because those who control our current stories understand that Fear drives the market.  And they are in it for money, not for the wellbeing of humanity.  We live in fear.  Fearful of being attacked, abused; loosing our job, our home.  We fear our neighbour, so we no longer look people in the eye preferring to walk on by in case we see our own fear and pain reflected in their eyes.

And these fears drive our current future reality.  What we dwell on is what we manifest.  If we expect the dark and heavy energies to come our way, then they most certainly will appear in your life.

Now, we are on the brink of the New Earth.  Shambahalla.  Our New Reality Now is waiting to be manifested.  We each have decisions to make.  Do we want to carry these fears with us into our future?  Or would we prefer the bright, loving world of our most joyous dreams?

This is where the New Storytellers come in.  This is why Spirit has gifted us with the fire of Adamantine Light.  The bright, shining, sparkly diamond gift of re-telling a Story without the fear.  Of re-birthing the beauty of this world and taking that beauty into our New Earth.  Of sharing, supporting, upholding that which is Right; of aiding, teaching, healing.  Because, and you MUST believe this, every Story CAN be re-written.  We have simply lost the skill.

The New Storyteller will weave your fearful story, seeking and finding the hidden diamond of brightly lit Love and bringing it forward so you can see and hold the beauty that is revealed.  And then the New Storyteller will gift your re-written tale back to you.

In the fairy tales of our youth, the story has an ending.  The prince wakes the princess with a kiss and they live happily ever after.  But “happily ever after” isn’t a new story….it’s a continuation of the first story.  And the characters must make the choice to be happy.  This is the point where YOU have the potential to become the New Storyteller.  You take your new story, your re-written and re-defined Story and lead it into the next chapter.  Where you lead it is up to you………

And now, let’s throw a few more sticks of wood on the fire and I will share a Story to show how we can re-write our Reality…..

It’s an everyday story, based in this Now Reality.  The heroine, Carol, is lucky to have a good job.  She is the main breadwinner in her family and lives with her husband (who has a drink problem), her mother who is getting on in years and off her rocker,  and her daughter.  They all depend on her. Her job isn’t anything special, but she loves it.  Her boss is good and understands that she sometimes has problems at home to deal with.  She does what she has to do to get by.  But last year she nicked her leg when shaving it and an infection set in which put her in the hospital.  She not only nearly lost her leg, but it was touch and go if she would survive.  She had to take heaps of time off work and the debts mounted up.

She went back to work before she was really well enough, simply because she didn’t have a choice.  She had bills to pay.  Everyone was pulling her in all directions.  She struggled, depressed, her leg hurt constantly, her husband didn’t help at all.  Her world became bleak and dark.  Her work suffered.  She was doing a rushed and shabby job.  Her boss seemed to understand even though he called her into the office on a number of times about work that was well below accepted levels.  She was given many chances until one day she was late to work and the boss had stepped in to cover her absence and discovered just how far her standards had fallen.  And there were four letters of complaints arrived that day, from customers, about the standard of her work.  The boss called into the office………

This Current Now Reality story could end here with her loosing her job…..and Carol would take her Story forward into an ever bleaker future.  A downward spiral of anger and fear, straight into the depths of desperation.

Or we can step back in time and with the aid of a New Storyteller, the Story can be re-written….

Once upon a time in a land not too far away, lived Carol.  She isn’t a princess, or anyone special, there isn’t a knight is golden armour going to sweep her off her feet.  Indeed she is fairly ordinary looking, heading towards middle age, plods through her life doing the best she can and most certainly would not consider herself a heroine.  But that’s exactly what she is.  Let me tell you….

Carol’s husband went away to fight for the King who wanted a dragon killed.  It was horrible and he just can’t get the nastiness out of his mind unless he has a drink of beer.  Some days it takes a lot of beers before he can forget how the dragon pleaded that she had only taken the sheep to feed her hungry babies.  Some days the memories are so bad he hides under the table and Carol gets under there with him and just sits with him.  Not saying a word.  Just being there for him.

Carol’s mum lost her marbles years ago!  And needs to be watched carefully so she doesn’t wander off through the town wearing just her nighty and asking the bus driver where she can buy wet fish.  Sometimes she calls the police because she thinks the gypsies have stolen her clothes.  So Carol brought her mum to live with her and her family do that she can keep an eye on her and make sure she eats and bathes and has do robe close by to love her.

When she speaks of her daughter you can see the pride and love she holds for this child who is going to school and learning so much more than she ever had the opportunity to do, and even in her most busy days, she will find time to sit and talk with her daughter about Life and Love and the ways of the world.

She is the only person in her household who is well enough, or old enough, to go to work so the whole family is dependant upon her.  It makes life a bit tough at times, but she keeps cheerful and is happy that her family is together and safe.

I told you she is a heroine!  She is one of many unsung heroes in our world.  She lives her life in Love, but is so bound up in holding it all together that she doesn’t actually recognise her Love any more.  She only feels the constant tiredness.

Then, one day – disaster!  Carol cut her leg and the infection was so bad that the doctors talked about cutting it off!  She was so upset and spoke with the doctors telling them how very important is was for her to keep her leg.  The doctors too are unsung heroes and they worked night and day for three weeks to help Carol keep her leg.  And they did a marvellous job!  All their knowledge and training, their lotions and potions were brought to bear and eventually Carol was allowed to go home.

Now……this is where we REALLY get to know just how amazing our heroine really is.  Even though she could barely walk, she went back to work!  It was very hard, but luckily she had a boss that understood and helped in every way possible.  But even heroines have bad days, and Carol’s bad days got pretty bad.  She kept thinking of the bad stuff, and that meant bad stuff kept happening, until one day it was so bad that her boss decided to let her go……

And that is where the New Storyteller jumped in.  Two aspects of the same tale.  The same Story seen through different eyes.  She took Carol to one side and told her her new Story.  The version Carol hadn’t seen because she was wrapped up in the hard reality she had built.  The New Storyteller showed her how she has some amazing gifts:  of Love, Compassion, kindness.  She was told that she is an incredibly strong person, that she had been tested and stretched almost to breaking point, but she has survived.  She was told how deeply she is connected to Mother Gaia and Spirit, and that her lost Joy would return.  She had simply needed someone to flick the switch and bring her light back.  She was reminded that every thought, every word, every deed manifested her reality.

And the New Storyteller handed over this bright light to Carol and gave her the chance to write her next chapter.  Which would she choose?  Trust in herself, in the gifts she has, would she work at bringing herself into the world she dreams of, or return to the darker path and risk a tumble even further.

 

And now the fire is cooling, the stars are sparkling in the sky.  Time to go home gathered people, look into your life, soul and re-write your story.  Manifest your Bliss.

 

In the words of my Teacher

Essence Ka tha’ras

OM Akara parinama Anandaham

 

 

 

Posted in 2016

Source Energy – update….

Ive just been reading an older post of mine “Source Energy” and realise how much I have changed.  When I wrote that post, I was very new on this journey, experiencing some wild events, and felt Source Energy only when deeply meditating or during those wild-ride happenings! But how intensely it was felt!  

In those early days (gosh, not even two years ago!) the energy was way too much for me to handle.  It felt too strong, over-powering, so intense it was almost impossible to breathe.  I sizzled, almost exploding out of my skin.  I would visibly vibrate, the intensity was so high.  It also felt addictive, I wanted more, but wasn’t ready for more.  I couldn’t handle what I had!

Since then I have experienced the ups and downs of life; I have been to the pits of despair in my Dark Night of the Soul and have slowly worked my way back, a much wiser and calmer person.  And my perception of Source Energy has totally changed.

My DNOTS has completely changed my view of the world.  I now view everything through Love.  Matt Khan is right:  whatever appears, Love that.

And with that great Love, comes the ability to hold, to conduct, Source Energy indefinitely.  Every breath in, draws in Energy.  Every breath out, projects that loving Energy into your world.  Without cease.  You don’t need to contain a vast reservoir of Energy.  It is all around you, it is within you.  It is you.  Simply breathe.  The ‘high,’ the jitters, the visible vibration, these were because in my inexperience I was trying to hold on to that Energy. To store it up for the times I couldn’t connect.  Now I know that isn’t necessary. 

This difference is profound and leaves me wondering what deep insights, wonders and changes will occur in future years?  But for now….

Every breath in…….

Every breath out…….

Posted in 2016

GUIDES and ANGELS

It’s been a while since last I wrote and heaps has happened in my 3D world.  Suffice it to say that Spirit has been challenging me.  But now my world is coming back together the spiritual quietness I have been experiencing over the past few months is moving away.  Exciting things are happening again – like getting to know my guides.  There have been a few popping up and I’d like to talk today about the most recent – Lulani.

Just over a week ago I suddenly woke up just after midnight.  By 1 am I’d given up on sleep, made a coffee and moved out to my back patio where I have a comfy sofa and a big quilt.  I wrapped myself up snugly and turned on my iPad.  I am one of 9 Admins for a wonderful Facebook page I’ve mentioned on other posts – First Wave Blue Ray Indigo.  I’m the only Australian Admin – everyone else is in Europe or America – so it was good to get in on the chatter with everyone else instead of sleeping through it!

The night was perfectly still.  Perfectly quiet.  Even my dogs were not snoring which is virtually unheard of – they are both window rattlers!  It was a time-out-of-time.  Surreal.  Into the middle of the conversation Essence Ka Tha’ras (who is the instigator of the First Wave page – an amazing woman) asked “Who’s guide is Lulani?”  the conversation carried on as if no-one had seen that post.  I answered that I didn’t know my guides, so I couldn’t help, but the name did resonate with me.  Lulani is an Hawaiian name and one of our Admins is Hawaiian, so it was logical to think that the guide would be hers.  But no – she is my guide!

Gob-smacked!

Through Essence, I discovered that Lulani can be male or female, but this guide has female energy and that the name means “Highest Point in Heaven”  Of course, I later checked on Google – that fount of all knowledge – and this is exactly right.

Other messages were given to me through Essence:

  • Ask and ye shall receive
  • Come dance with Pele and I in the moon night sun

and that was the start of an amazing hour.  It was like a Guide party!  Five more of the Admins were given information about their guides and we were all given Tasks.

For me I first had to obtain some lava.  To help with communication.  I’m not clairaudient (gosh I wish I was!) and as Lulani is Hawaiian and I was invited to dance with her and Pele (Pele is a very strong Hawaiian Goddess who is deeply honoured and respected) it seemed logical to seek a piece of Hawaiian lava.  Except I knew that Pele will not allow anyone to remove lava or sand from the islands.  Through Essence again, I was told that I have permission and so I wrote to my friend and fellow Admin asking that if she was comfortable with the request, could she please send me some lava from her island.

I received a reply a couple of days later – a resounding NO!  My friend would not let me risk my very life in this way, and she most understandably was not willing to risk her life.  She wrote a long letter about this and I was deeply affected by her for caring so much and I honour her and Pele by respecting this wonderful friend and her fiery Goddess.

I returned to my bed but almost immediately the phrase I had been given “moon night sun” popped into my head and I knew the night wasn’t over yet.  So back outside, under my quilt and back into the conversation where Essence told me that Lulani had said that when researching ‘moon night sun’ in Google I should check out “Sun Behind the Sun.”

Now – when reading my diary notes about this lot, I have just noticed that I had written that “Moon Night Sun” is Lulani’s way of speaking about the Goddess Temples which can only be accessed through a secret doorway in the Sun behind the Sun.”  I wish I had seen that earlier – It would have saved me a wonderous and excited two days researching and barking up the wrong tree!!!

One other very interesting piece of information came out of this conversation – my message was received at 2:22am. The Metatronic Numberology I AM Keyword for 222 is:

I AM Multi-dimensionality in Gestation.

More on that when I work it out!  My next post will be about how, a few days later I was given a gift and have been learning to ‘speak’ with Lulani.

 

PS – I ordered a lava pendant from ebay – lava from Bali!  Pele walks the whole world and has been seen at many volcanoes.  There was no instruction that the lava had to be Hawaiian!  LOL

 

 

Posted in 2016

Almaak Dancer

Almaak Dancer.  My Facebook name.

So how did I get this name?  Almaak Dancer. My original soul came from the star system Almaak in the Andromedan Galaxy.

As for the dancer part? I love to dance. Originally classical ballet and more recently, belly dance. Or just prancing around the kitchen!

But the actual name came from a message – presumably from my higher self. But it was the first time I had been given a full-out message and asked to share it. It was really scary, publishing something, even though there was nothing new in the message. It was more of an introduction than anything else.

Anyway, the message went onto Facebook where, other than a few close friends who commented, it pretty much just fell into the vast quagmire of similar posts and disappeared.

So here it is….the first channeled message….

“I am a member of the Council of Twelve from Andromeda. My home is the binary system of Almaak. The blue crystal planet. I was given the choice to observe or participate in the assistance we are providing for the raising of Gaia and her children. I have chosen to participate and, in choosing thusly, I am, as many, limited in my memories. Covered by a veil of forgetfulness so that I may fully learn from the human experience. You may know me as Dancer which is a name suitable for this human vessel.
Humanity is changing and separating into two species. Those who are awakened, conscious, empathetic, becoming One. Becoming aware of I AM. These are the ones with changing DNA, who are rising towards higher vibrations.
There will remain at a lower level, the sub-humans. Those who do not love, who do not have compassion. Those who hate and hurt others. And in doing so, hurt themselves most of all. For they too have the opportunity and choice to rise. But in choosing their lower path, these unfortunates will forever remain a lesser species. But remember, they are still children of Gaia. There is still time. Show them the path of peace and love.”

So there you have it. On another time I’ll write about my journey through two Stargates to Almaak and the very short, but beautiful experience of meeting a Light Being.