A Future Earth

[Wade Frazier]

Here is the second half of chapter 9:


Roads asked the Shepherd who those gray humanoids were, and the reply was that they were beings of physical reality who devolved into their state, and travel the universe to promote vices in beings who can be influenced by them. They also serve to catalyze change in their victims, so also play their divine role in the cosmos, as they spur beings to grow and release their fears, although in a highly painful way.

Roads asked where they came from, and the Shepherd said that ideas of where beings are “from” in physical reality can be misleading, as no beings really call physical reality home, but just one stop on the journey.

The Shepherd took Roads to another screen in that hallway, and asked if this reality was more acceptable. It was the glowing city that Roads saw earlier. There were domes that changed color, and buildings of geometric shapes, and Roads felt serenity positively emanate from that city. Roads expressed his appreciation, and the Shepherd said that it was in the same timeframe as that hellish world, but in a different reality. It was so different from the other reality that they could not coexist in the same frame. Roads likened it to oil and water, and the Shepherd agreed.

The Shepherd said that the difference was in the consciousness of the inhabitants, and that Roads’s earthly life held the center, which was not the same in different countries, religions, and cultures, and that the mismatches between them were the proximate reasons for most wars, which was unnecessary, as humans have far more in common than differences. In Roads’s world the two extremes, of those who pursue love and those who pursue self-centeredness and cruelty, can no longer fit in the consensus reality of Roads’s world and end up creating new realities.

Roads said that they had just visited the reality of the sinners, and the one they were about to visit was the reality of the saints, and the Shepherd laughed and said that every being is made of light and love, and that neither were good or evil, which are concepts based on judgment. The Shepherd advised discernment instead, and Roads asked what the difference was. The Shepherd provided an example of Roads’s being invited to an orgy, and Roads could have called it wicked or just decided to prefer to not be involved, which decided his own path but did not judge the paths of others. Roads replied that what if he had accepted the invitation, to which the Shepherd laughed and said that then he maybe did not judge nor discern, but no choice is right or wrong: it is only about making choices and learning from them.

Roads asked if they could visit that heavenly looking city, and the Shepherd said that they would visit it in the same way that they just visited the hellish reality. The Shepherd asked Roads to deeply look into that city, and Roads felt like he was floating upward, with a peaceful, joyous feeling, but the city seemed to be below them. Roads asked how that could be, and the Shepherd responded that there was not direction like that, but that they would move through that reality.

Going to that city was vastly different from visiting the previous reality, as they seemed to lazily float along, and the Shepherd lost his definition and became a glowing human-shaped form. The Shepherd replied that they were traveling just as in the hellish reality, but Roads’s perceptions were sharpened, which led to a more aware experience. The Shepherd said that as humans changed, their perceptions of reality did.

Roads had been blocking out most of the experience of the hellish reality, but his block eventually failed, and that blocking out pain was a human trait. The love of that reality they were traveling in had opened up Roads’s perceptions.

Roads lost his feelings of sadness for humanity as he bathed in the joy and love, and realized that only then could he really feel the misery of that other reality. Roads asked why he felt that way, without even interacting with any beings in that heavenly reality yet. The Shepherd telepathically replied that the human energy field was extremely powerful, and could be felt across creation. The people in the hellish reality closed off their awareness to their energetic creation, but what Roads was experiencing in that new reality was like food for his soul.

Roads asked if he looked like the Shepherd did to him, which was astoundingly beautiful, and the Shepherd replied that Roads was appearing more as himself, which was the ultimate beauty.

Roads became aware that while that city was lovingly built, a city that he visited earlier was literally alive, and was an expression of consciousness. The city seemed to have streets, but did not have any traffic, or vehicles of any sort, but plenty of people. Roads was struck by the trees that lined the street that he visited. They were like spruces, but had silvery needles that glistened. Roads would have assumed that they were fake, but the life energy coming from them was very strong. Even in his state, he still had a sense of touch, and he touched the needles, that were soft, like flesh, and they rhythmically moved. Roads expressed his amazement, and the Shepherd replied that it was the result of genetic engineering, but done with the consent of the lifeform. The scientists of that reality developed a computerized way of making genetic suggestions and recording the responses of the plants, and the more skilled could directly communicate with a plant’s consciousness. The Shepherd stated that those trees approved of and enjoyed their ability to move. Roads asked if sea anemone DNA was involved, and the Shepherd replied that it obviously did, and that sea anemones had also learned to “branch out” into tree-like expressions. They both laughed at the Shepherd’s pun, and Roads realized that the atmosphere even made the Shepherd a little giddy.

Roads then realized that the Shepherd had purposefully arranged the two visits in that order, so that Roads could appreciate the contrast. Roads then asked if there was a path from that miserable to that heavenly one in one lifetime, and the Shepherd said that it could not be done. Only dying in that reality and being reborn in that one would work, and even then it would take an almost unimaginable leap in consciousness to achieve. Roads said that hope is eternal, and the Shepherd replied that love is eternal. Roads asked about the difference, and the Shepherd replied that hope can be static and awaits rescue, while love is creative, dynamic, and empowers the self.

The Shepherd told Roads that everything that he needed was within himself, and that all humans have access to their wisdom and divine potential. Roads likened it to a man in a desert, seeking water, but a canteen is on his back and he does not realize it. The Shepherd agreed, but said that he cannot lose the canteen, and the water will never run out or get fouled. Roads saw himself as that desperate man in the desert, but the Shepherd replied that that reality was no desert.

Roads then heard laughter, and turned to see some teenagers, who were laughing at Roads and the Shepherd. They curiously looked at Roads, but they obviously knew the Shepherd, and loved and respected him. Roads expressed his amazement that they could see him and the Shepherd, as the Shepherd laughingly greeted the teenagers. The Shepherd said that they could see him just how Roads did, and the difference was that Roads was able to because of the Shepherd’s assistance, while those teenagers used their native ability. Roads replied that they were invisible before, and the Shepherd said that those people in the hellish reality were blinded by fear, while the people in that reality had abilities bestowed by love.

All of the teenagers had golden-tan skin and little clothing, which was surprisingly similar to the clothing of the hellish reality, and translucent and continually changing color. The teenagers seem almost nude, but it seemed natural, not seductive, as the clothing in the other reality was. Those teenagers were paragons of health and enthusiasm, and they glowed with a highly intelligent awareness.

The teenagers gestured for Roads and the Shepherd to follow them. Roads asked if they could communicate with them, and noted that they obviously knew the Shepherd, who replied that he communicated with them the same way that he communicated with Roads, and that those teenagers were his friends.

The teenagers stepped onto what looked like a rainbow, running down the middle of the street. As they stepped on, they lifted a few inches off the ground. Others on that rainbow, moving much faster, passed them, and those teenagers again beckoned Roads and the Shepherd to follow them. The Shepherd suggested that Roads try it, and he floated onto the rainbow. He was instantly held by a force that took him where he wanted to go, as fast or slowly as he wanted to go. He thought of joining the teenagers, and he was instantly transported to them, but with no feeling of moving.

They left the rainbow “train” in a park, with colorful trees and shrubs carefully arranged. Instead of grass was some fern-like plant that smelled of lemon and never needed mowing. In the park was a domed building that the teenagers entered, and Roads followed them. The park had a focused tranquility that was deliberately engineered, and all parts of the city had similar energy fields.

The teenagers got into what seemed to be beds on a carousel. The beds were transparent and molded themselves to each occupant. A woman supervised the teenagers as they got into their beds, and acknowledged Roads and the Shepherd with a smile; she also knew the Shepherd and revered him. When the few hundred teenagers were settled in their beds, the woman made some gestures and a crystal light, high in the dome, lit up, shining different lights onto different sections of the carousel. The teenagers all seemed asleep, as the carousel then began to slowly turn. Roads observed more closely, and the teenagers wore something like helmets that covered their faces. Roads had no idea what he was witnessing, until the Shepherd said that he was seeing a school in session.

Those students were in a kind of meditative state, and the light’s colors stimulated different parts of the lesson. The students experienced something like virtual reality, but at a much higher level than what was conceived when Roads lived on Earth. All of the students’ senses were involved, while the students were psychically stimulated via electrical impulses, and they could even see and hear through their skin when in that “classroom.”

The Shepherd said that the students were not passively learning, but actively experiencing their lessons, choosing what they experienced in the lessons. Their class was three hours a day, and they learned about a hundred times faster than people on Roads’s Earth did. Roads was once again disbelieving of what the Shepherd said, but the Shepherd replied that by age six, a child in that reality knew almost all there was to know about the human body and how to maintain perfect health.

Then Roads understood how those teenagers could see him and looked so healthy. They all had that golden skin and had a great variety of hair and eye colors, and all were thin and tall.

Roads goggled at it all, and asked if the adults were all like that, too. The Shepherd replied:


“Michael, remember this is a time/frame of a future reality. Do not compare these people to your present humanity. You are living in a time when the great potential of many brilliant individuals is suppressed. Your people are stricken with disease, war, famine, and suffering on a level that rivals anything in your historical past. All your true geniuses who develop the means for holistic health and a global abundance of food are persecuted, ridiculed, restrained, and controlled by rampant corporate greed and consensus reality. However, as always, the greater the suppression, the greater the resulting explosion.”


Roads did not quite understand, and the Shepherd replied that the times Roads lived in were cataclysmic, with great and rapid change, which would determine humanity’s future. Some in Roads’s world would incarnate into that hellish world, some into that heavenly one, but most will likely incarnate into something like the world that Roads lived in. Roads asked how that was decided, and the Shepherd replied that how people live their lives and the level of consciousness they maintained and expressed, based on love, not “intelligence,” would determine their future incarnations.

Roads said that he knew where the elite manipulators were going, and the Shepherd asked if he really did. The Shepherd replied that from the most negative to positive realities was just the human exploration of fear and denial or love and acceptance. Nobody is innocent or guilty, there is nobody to blame, as everybody is on their divine journeys of choice, and each will experience what his/her thoughts and feelings create.

Roads felt chastened, and apologized for becoming judgmental. The Shepherd replied that in that reality, there was no sickness, no disease, and no hospitals. Any sign of discord was detected in a person’s aura and treated before it physically manifested. The Shepherd said that Roads was witnessing humanity’s potential. The Shepherd embraced Roads in a hug that was overwhelming in its love.

The Shepherd said that it was time to see what it was like outside of the city, and when he released Roads, they were in a forest, but like nothing that Roads had ever seen before. The trees dwarfed anything from Roads’s Earth, he did not recognize them, and the forest had a tangible feeling of a perfect union of humanity and nature.

The Shepherd suggested that Michael make contact with a tree. Roads “walked” over to an inviting branch on a tree, seemingly made for humans to sit on. When he did, he instantly became relaxed, his mind quieted, and he suddenly found himself seeing the forest from above. The forest he was in was vast, and he could see sunshine on some parts, while in others parts it rained. Birds, bees, and butterflies abounded, and Roads saw small animals in the forest, which he did not recognize.

Roads’s awareness moved across the treetops, and it felt like the trees themselves were passing him along, as though they tended his consciousness. As he had that thought, he was instantly in thought communication with the trees. The trees told him to relax, flow with life, quest and see without asking questions and looking, by following his heart. As Roads digested their message, he became aware of innumerable nature spirits, from the largest to smallest, and Roads realized that the people of that reality partnered with nature and its spirits.

As Roads came back to his “body” on that tree-chair, he was deeply appreciative and thanked the tree for that experience. Roads said that in his world, that forest would have quickly been ruined, with logging and other destructive acts of “progress.” Roads asked the Shepherd if that forest was “used” in some way by the people of that reality.

The Shepherd smilingly led Roads to the same rainbow vehicle that he used in the city. It meandered through the forest, from ground level to treetop, and nothing was disturbed by its presence, as it seemed to not exist to the birds, other animals, and even flowers grew in it and branches swept through it. Roads got onto the rainbow with the Shepherd, and they were transported through the forest at the pace of a fast walk, up, down, and through the forest.

Roads was in a trance, dazzled by the forest experience, and remarked that that rainbow seemed to be the only transportation that that reality required. The Shepherd replied that the “rainbow express” was only one way to travel, and it linked wilderness with cities, economic areas, and other points of interest on Earth. But the people had other ways to travel, too.

They left the rainbow at the forest’s edge, and Road asked about visiting a farm in that reality. The Shepherd replied that that was exactly where they were heading, and that it would be immensely different from his cow unit experience.

They quickly “walked” toward some domes, as a large, clear “bubble” quickly passed silently above their heads. Roads was amazed to see somebody in that bubble. The bubble accelerated, swiftly approached the domes, and landed close to Roads and the Shepherd. The person simply stepped through the side of the bubble, like walking through a thin skin of water. Roads could not see any controls in the bubble. The Shepherd said that it was a personal transporter, and that at age seven, each person was issued one of them. Each was attuned to its owner’s thoughts, but could also be used by anybody after a few seconds of calibration.

During his visit to that reality, Roads regularly made inane comments of “impossible,” which tried the Shepherd’s patience. Roads asked if the bubbles were alive, and the Shepherd said that it was simply technology, harnessed electromagnetic energy that was tuned to its owner’s energy field. The Shepherd kept emphasizing that Roads needed to stop comparing his reality to this one, which was the peak of intelligence and loving expression, and that they were just getting a taste of that reality, similar to that hellish reality.

Roads deeply felt his inadequacy, overwhelmed by the experience, asked why he was even there and how he could possibly share it, when he would forget almost all of it. Why was he chosen for this seemingly impossible task?

The Shepherd looked at Roads with great sympathy, and replied that while Roads saw himself as inadequate for the task, the Shepherd saw Roads as a light being that was more than adequate, and asked Roads which one of them was right, who had the greater awareness of the situation.

Road just stared at the Shepherd, completely overwhelmed by his experience. The Shepherd gently said that Roads chose this experience for himself. Nobody chose it for him. Roads chose to awaken in his incarnation, and his “job” was to share it with humanity, no matter how many people would accept or even be aware of his message, or those who would reject it. Roads would remember and publish his experience of that night’s odyssey.

The Shepherd advised Roads to relax and trust in himself, as the forest spirit told him. The Shepherd said that Roads and all humans were adequate for their experiences, and that focusing on their potential was a powerful catalyst to achieving it, and begins with accepting who and what they are.

As Roads “listened” to the Shepherd’s telepathic thoughts, he felt that each word was a message of love, he felt the love overcome his feelings of inadequacy, and he embraced the Shepherd in a wordless hug. In a few moments, Roads was composed again, and they floated over to the domed building, which looked small and flimsy.

The Shepherd said that far from flimsy, the strongest tornado from Roads’s world could not even dent one of them. The passenger from that bubble seemed to not have noticed Roads and the Shepherd, and left the area, leaving Roads and the Shepherd alone. Roads walked into one dome and saw that it was empty, stating so to the Shepherd, who laughingly replied that the domes were not building or dwellings, but were collapsed force fields that could expand to cover vast expanses that protected the crops. The people in that world could control the weather if they wished, but instead partnered with nature and Earth. The domes allowed for crop protection without harming anything else in that world.

The Shepherd said that the domes were like greenhouses, used only in winter or during storms, and that the domes provided temperature and moisture control for the crops, as well as other conditions conducive to the crops’ health.

Roads asked where the farmers lived, and the Shepherd replied that farmers rarely lived on their farms, but that land belonged to humans and nature, so was not “owned” like on Roads’s world. Farming families lived in villages and used their bubbles to travel back and forth to the farms. In that reality, animals were not used to provide meat, milk, leather, wool, and the like. There were not even any pets in that reality, but humans and animals could choose to partner for the mutual experience, usually for the life of the animal, although short-term bonding also happened.

Roads was filled with questions about that reality, but the Shepherd stopped him, stating that his visit was just intended to provide a taste of that reality, which was both simpler and more complex than he could comprehend. That reality had no warfare, crime, or greed. It was a reality of true abundance, in which everything that was needed was easily provided, and people lived in the present, spiritually attuned, expanding their awareness, increasing their intelligence and wisdom, by social interaction as well as with nature and its spirits, as well as with other beings.

Roads asked if “other beings” meant extraterrestrials, and the Shepherd agreed. Roads asked if the gray beings in the hellish reality were banned from such a reality, and the Shepherd laughingly replied that they could not be in such a reality, as the love in that reality would drive them away.

Roads asked if any being that he previously met that night came there, and the Shepherd repeated that his answers were merely information, that knowing came from experience, and that information could become a distraction from knowing. The Shepherd said that they had time for one more activity – visiting a crop – before Roads would no longer be able to keep having his experience that night. The Shepherd stated that Roads was reaching his limits, but that he had done quite well. Roads felt kind of dizzy, and realized that his physical body was reaching its limits, which ironically cut his “time” short in a timeless reality.

Without being aware of moving, Roads was suddenly in a field of grain, a house-sized bubble was gliding over the field, and the grain floated from the plants into the bubble. Roads made one of his many “impossible” exclamations, and the Shepherd replied that a superconductive field of energy made it possible, and he advised Roads to attune to the grain. When Roads did, a powerful sense of fulfillment and completion accompanied the grain as it was harvested. He sensed the symbiosis of the plants and humans, even though no person was present. As that bubble became full, it instantly left and another empty bubble took its place, without one kernel of the grain falling to the ground.

The Shepherd said that the people in that reality were masters of making and using force fields. While the staple of that global civilization was grain, the fruits and vegetables ran into thousands of varieties. Roads once again goggled, barely able to comprehend it, particularly when compared to his earthly existence. It all seemed like magic.

Roads suddenly felt fatigued and expected the Shepherd to take him back to his craft, but the Shepherd seemed to be waiting for something else. Just then, a bubble with three people in it swiftly passed over the field to hover near Roads and the Shepherd. Two were golden-skinned humans, while the third was a thin, blue-skinned, hairless humanoid. Roads locked eyes with the blue-skinned being, and Roads felt an inner recognition and a powerful love from the being that was so intense that Roads ached from it. There was an unspoken promise from the blue being, which Roads was unable to articulate, and as Roads looked on longingly, he was instantly back on the Shepherd’s craft. Roads recognized that the Shepherd had orchestrated that encounter with the blue being, and he thanked the Shepherd from the bottom of his being and, at last, Roads had no questions.


That ends chapter 9 of his Into a Timeless Realm.

I first encountered Roads’s work about the time I was getting the crap kicked out of me in Ventura. His Into a Timeless Realm was his fourth book, but that out-of-body experience that lasted all night happened before the experiences chronicled in his earlier books. He was afraid that his initial experience was too bizarre for readers to connect with, and I think he was right. When I have recommended his work, I usually suggest starting with his first books and working up to Into a Timeless Realm. I met Roads in about 1994/1995, when Into a Timeless Realm was published. He is gregarious and humble in person, which is a fitting demeanor for somebody who had his odyssey.

In the nearly twenty years since I read that account of two future Earths, it has been one of the stars that I steer by. For me, it was a reaffirmation that my FE journey is not chasing phantoms. Around the same time that I was being introduced to the idea of those future Earths (I have been familiar with the parallel reality concept since the mid-1970s, with Seth’s work, but Roads’s first-person account is the only one of its kind that I am familiar with), my friend told me about the little show that he received, but that was also years after hearing about Sparky Sweet’s FE device and slowly becoming familiar with the FE milieu. I got my experience in the milieu before really knowing much about it. I am not sure I would recommend that path to anybody, but it can be an insanely-steep learning curve.

In the coming days, I will make some observations about those two future worlds, and the energy/love/consciousness connection. A lot of it is obvious to even the casual reader, but with my background, it became a gold mine of information. It really did not give me many new ideas, but it essentially reaffirmed the path I have been on for nearly the past forty years.

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Ilie Pandia]

The first time I read this book and now again reading it here, it brings tears to my eyes... I am so grateful Michael chose to write this and make it public. Even though I cannot recall it I do hope that somehow I was able to visit similar reality frames.

[eaglespirit]

“Michael, it was you who chose to enter this mystical realm. You were not chosen by others. Nothing has been imposed. You made this choice to assist in your Awakening. If you remain in the human dream, asleep, and everything that you experience is forgotten and lost, that is not wrong or bad. It is all within human consciousness, as is all the experience of all people. However, you have chosen to Awaken in this incarnation, and this mystical adventure is an initiation, a beginning. And it is more, fore this experience of a timeless realm is not yours alone. I repeat, in consciousness, it is shared with all Humanity, no matter how unaware other people may be of this. Nor does it matter by how many it is rejected; All is One.

I somehow knew this from my wonderful experiences on that Native American Hill of Spirit in 2007, Wade.
We ARE going to get there from here : )

[sandy]

I love Micheal Road's visions and most of all his humaness as he traverses wonderful worlds and not so wonderful worlds in his books. Often I find myself laughing out loud at how naive and challenging to his own discoveries and selves!!!!

[Melinda]

At first, after the planes, came the pods - gliding through the air without thirst for finite fuel and without noise. But then - came the light spheres.

Freed from the burdens of survival, we were able to travel lighter in our hearts. We were able to reach one another at speeds and in ways that were previously unknown. Our bodies began to lighten, steadied by deeds and sounds of truth in a sentient dream we’d learned to share; lifted by a sun which sang through our skin, informing our thoughts with her golden stream, spinning and rising from within.

Our hands were filled with a gladness that blessed the earth. We walked freely with her wild things - our love in the open without fear; our minds purified, our intentions clear.

It is not hard to grow the technology that enhances your world, when your deepest wish is for harmony with it. So as our bodies levitated, we discovered ways to amplify our experience. We developed the frequencies that were keys to the light spheres. And with them, at will, we could immerse ourselves in environments and invite the living world within. Creatures of the water and those that swept along the skies would enter. We would feel no cold, no lack of air, and they would feel an amplification of the love within our sphere. Only ones that were drawn by a resonance would come to us; leaving either unchanged, or with their hearts uplifted and spirit touched by forms of light that we exchanged.

No harm was done. No harm is ever done. There is only love. Love is the imprint, the seed of our thoughts. And that truth is the seed of all of our invention.




One day there will be rainbows in our blood

Music by Tim Hecker, from Harmony in Ultraviolet
https://youtube.com/watch?v=jfU-D9x_dbQ

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Here are some observations on those two contrasting worlds. One is that both were technologically advanced. Technology alone has never been the answer, and in the West, warfare has been the greatest stimulant for technological advance, and the military has long been one of the greatest tools in suppressing FE and related technology. Most of Greer’s Disclosure Project witnesses were military personnel and were hampered by their “national security” oaths.

As Bucky said, when we can use our technology for livingry rather than weaponry, then it will be easy to turn the corner:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/roots.htm#livingry

That said, our tools made us, and our future will be a technological one. The key is if we use them in the service of love or fear. Do we use it to produce abundance, or use it to artificially-enforce scarcity? For me, that was the mind-boggling contrast between those worlds. The hellish world took the steeply-hierarchical economic/social/political systems of today’s world another ten steps further, where the poor literally lived at the bottom, and the “winners” at the top. The scarcity was enforced so completely that when people became ill or infirm on the lower levels, death was their preferred and even encouraged option. Life expectancy at the bottom was probably less than thirty years old, while those at the top, with their endless credits, lived to be hundreds of years old. So, that contrast is far greater than today, and for the long-lived to be in such close proximity to the short-lived is not something found in today’s world, not nearly to that level, with the closest thing probably being reservation Indians, who live about thirty-year-shorter lives than the nearby whites.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ion#post659481

The contrast in the treatment of animals and nature was incredible. When people treat each other how they did in that hellish world, animals and nature are going to be far down the list of what is expendable. There are people at agribusiness firms today who are unabashedly trying to genetically engineer legless cows and featherless chickens:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/dennis.htm#genetic

and they may incarnate into that future hellish world, where they can witness their dreams come to fruition. Only then might they begin to rethink their greed-based enthusiasm.

But for all of the seeming technological advancement of the hellish world, it was as primitive as a medieval pigsty when compared to that heavenly world. It was hard to tell if the hellish world had FE, but if it did, it was only available for those with sufficient credits. Those on the lower levels did not receive its benefits. That situation is similar to today’s world, where the good stuff is squirreled away in Godzilla’s Golden Hoard:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#underground

and is sequestered solely for reasons of power. If people had access to FE, the steep hierarchies would collapse, in both our world and that hellish one. That said, even the lower levels of that hellish world had access to enough energy to where they were not cold, so they still had it better than many people on today’s Earth, on that score. From where the farm was (it seemed like England to Roads), it seems that that city may have been a version of London, so the warmth was significant, although that may have been partly due to global warming. Whatever the case was, it made Blade Runner’s Los Angeles seem heavenly by contrast.

But where I really want to focus, and I am sure that virtually all readers of this thread also do, is that heavenly world. First and foremost, they chose love. In Roads’s banter with the Shepherd, it became clear that choosing love, or failing to, was the key decision in life, with all else flowing from it. Also, the Shepherd said that choosing love is what led to true sentience, and for those who did not choose it, they were prey to their conditioning:

“If you choose love, then love is your reality. If you do not choose love, then your conditioning will determine your reality.”

This is a restatement of Michael’s concept, that achieving essence contact is done through love, and when an ensouled personality can do that, it can then shed its “false personality,” which is created by its conditioning. But the chief feature is what primarily prevents essence contact:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#overleaves

and very few Earthlings extinguish their chief feature in a lifetime, and if they do not achieve it by the time their midlife crisis ends, they likely will not do so in a lifetime, which means that it is probably too late for me in this lifetime, to overcome my impatience, but I am OK with that. In the Michael framework, that heavenly world was comprised of Old Souls, or in Walsch’s Conversations with God terminology, Highly Evolved Beings.

What those two future worlds do not depict is one where humanity exterminates itself. That is a very looming possibility, but there would not be much to visit on a world like that.

But that heavenly world used FE in a big way, and that might not be obvious to the casual observer. The energy needed to run that rainbow expressway would be prodigious, far beyond today’s energy generation capability. The energy used in those “bubbles” was also vast, so much so that I have a hard time even imagining it. As was evident when those bubbles harvested that grain, they could move at something like spaceship speed, but without creating a sonic boom. I can sympathize with Roads’s continual straight-man exclamations of “impossible!” that either amused the Shepherd or tried his patience. That actually is a key aspect of the free energy conundrum. I have been living with the idea of free energy since 1986, and I know that I can barely imagine what all the changes would be if it was wisely and lovingly implemented.

What was also evident is that the FE-based world was completely safe, even though Roads’s mind was constantly boggled as he wondered about how they did it. Arthur C. Clarke once said that any civilization that was sufficiently advanced technologically from another would appear to work by magic to those from the more primitive society. When my friend told me about what he was shown in that underground setting, he also expressed a wonder at what he saw, as if he was watching some kind of magic act.

This highlights one of the key aspects of not only detecting Godzilla’s minions in action, but how to discern the “good guys” from the “bad guys.” The “good guys” are never going to use their technology for weaponry, ego-gratification with elite goods, or use technology in an unsafe or exploitative manner. The “bad guys” will use technology in the opposite way. One is in the service of love, and the other in the service of fear.

Also, while there may have been some Level 19s in that world:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level19

Roads did not meet any, and that is why the advice that I regularly hear, “Hey, let’s all become a bunch of Level 19s and float off together,” is very New Agey in its naïveté and impracticality. Our evolutionary path is not going to be one of total denial of FE and abundance, to instant transcendence of all physical needs. We live in physical reality for a reason, and mastering being here is part of the path. Our future, if there is much of one for our species, is along a path of technological advancement, as it has been ever since our ancestors learned how to maintain a fire:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/upcoming.htm#cooking

and that is not going to change. It does not mean that we worship technology or think that it has magic answers, but the way that we use our tools defines us. Dolphins and whales don’t have that issue, but all ensouled species that can manipulate their environments do. That is the blessing and challenge of being human.

Also, encountering accounts like Roads’s only reaffirmed my strategy of traveling the lamb’s path to FE. It was always the lamb’s path for me, even long before I met Dennis. I saw the so-called warriors quickly fall by the wayside, while the lambs persisted. Only warriors who operate from the positive pole of their soul role’s orientation:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#warriors

are going to be any help in making FE happen, and they will necessarily have grown past the delusions rife with Young Souls that lead to advocating coercion, violence, and “getting” the bad guys. Those who advocate such measures will be the weak links, if not outright provocateurs, and I will do my best so that people in thrall to those delusions do not become part of the choir that I have in mind. I have heard the provocateurs sing their seductive tunes:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...use#post400493

and those who are in it for money, fame, and the like are like lambs to the slaughter when encountering the provocateurs and free-lance predators.

The ET connection in both worlds was “interesting,” and the multi-dimensional aspect of the ETs was evident in both worlds. We are far from alone in the universe, although Godzilla does his best to keep that fact covered up, or portray the ETs as a bunch of “bad guys,” if they are ever acknowledged at all.

What was particularly fascinating to me was how sentient nature became in that heavenly world. I really wonder about the love connection in that regard. That was one of the most intriguing mysteries that I have thought about over the years. The evolutionary path of the entire planet changed with love. There may have been no predation in that world, and any grazing was done in a very different way than in today’s world. I’ll bet that most animals ate fruit, which is a symbiosis with the plants.

And that world was only three hundred years into our future. I wonder what it would look like in ten thousand years. Perhaps then most may have become Level 19s, and could materialize and “ascend” at will.

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Ilie Pandia]

Posted by Wade Frazier
What was particularly fascinating to me was how sentient nature became in that heavenly world. I really wonder about the love connection in that regard. That was one of the most intriguing mysteries that I have thought about over the years.

I've read that slightly differently as the nature was already sentient and waiting "for contact" for whomever had eyes to see or heart to feel. Even in our world today, Roads (and others) claim to be in touch and contact with nature and I can only guess what their perception of nature is.

I sometimes have flashes of what seems to be a childhood memory, when I feel absolutely safe and I am very very happy. And always, I am alone in nature .

Exploring the "hellish" world in Road's book reminded me of Huxley's "Brave New World", where everybody was drugged happy all the time and conditioned from early on to blindly accept their "status". At the time of reading I thought: well, that's not so bad, if I am 'high' all the time then I'll probably not be suffering... This was right after finishing the Orwellian "1984" nightmare so drugged into happiness seemed a much better way to live than tortured by fear. Now that I think of it, the Orwellian people stand a much more chance of breaking free, since they know they are oppressed, while the 'drugged happy' may stay stuck at that level forever.

Looking a the "hellish" world, I don't think they had Free Energy. "Credits" would make no sense then... Unless, like in our reality, the FE devices were kept under tight control with only very few knowing about it, so they could justify their caste system.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Ilie:

That is a big subject, maybe the biggest on Earth, as to what the human role is on Earth, and what our potential is. If predation came to an end on that future Earth, it is legitimate to wonder what the human role was. These big brains of ours have some importance, and we can do what other animals cannot. How much of that world came about because humans became a truly sentient species? I think it would be a mistake to underplay that human element in how that world was transformed. Would Earth have reached its “potential glory,” as the Shepherd put it, without the human presence? A lot of mystical material states that it would not have happened without human involvement. Is that human egocentrism speaking, or is there some mysterious part of the human potential that is necessary for being achieved for Earth to reach her potential?

Those trees with anemone needles were not possible without human help, to name one inconsequential example. If predation became a thing of the past, what do you think the human role in that change might have been? Is that an “improvement” on nature? Again, these are big questions, and I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I think that rising human sentience had a big part to play in the creation of that world. Is it our potential, our mission, even, to manifest a sentient love on this planet? I am not sure, but I think the answer to that mystery also at least partly holds the answer of our purpose here.

I’ll agree with you and Roads, and the Shepherd admitted it, that the force of change in that hellish reality will come from the people living at the bottom of that city. That could well be an allegory for our world today, in that the USA will do anything but lead us out of the mire, and will more likely keep everybody held back, as we sit atop the food chain (well below Godzilla, however )

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

A few more observations on that heavenly world. I have stated plenty that with FE, there would no longer be a need for cities. Yet, in that future world, we saw a city. Why would that be? There are a few reasons that come to mind. The most obvious is easy social interaction between people. But in the rise of the city to today, that social interaction, at best, allowed for easier dissemination of information and ideas, and the ability of people to come together in industrial organization. As we saw with the industrialization of England and the USA:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ast#post651980

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post660018

the existing cities had almost nothing to do with early industrialization, mainly because the energy came from the watermills, and they had to be located in the countryside where the exploitable streams were. So, the first industrial cities formed around industry, because that is where the energy was. The energy can be anywhere in an FE world, and with people able to travel the world in those bubbles in what is likely minutes at most, there is little practical reason why people would choose to live close to “work.” But that city was surely like no other on Earth today. There was no traffic, it was filled with nature, and the purpose of those buildings is somewhat of a mystery to me. They were probably gathering places of some sort, such as a “theater” or "stadium.” But there would certainly never have been competitive games or sports played. Perhaps choirs and orchestras performed there, although, once again, I doubt that they had much resemblance to today’s versions of them. Maybe some were for institutions, such as one for spiritual connection, one for energy management, and so on. We saw that the school was on grounds uniquely created for it. We saw that the farm had a nearby village that the “farmers” lived at, but it was surely a far cry from any rural hamlet that we have ever seen. I am sure that in that world, there are little “settlements” in the midst of the wildernesses, or on their fringes. If I get to live there in a future lifetime, I am sure that I would spend some time in one of those settlements, which might be a version of a “cottage” way far from all “civilization,” where a person could play “ranger” for a time. But what was also not shown in that world was surely a global communication system where anybody could connect with anybody, instantly, and perhaps with mind-to-mind communication, and some may have dispensed with technology altogether for communication, like those geneticists who no longer needed their equipment to detect the plant’s feelings.

Roads’s glimpse was tantalizing. In the near future, am going to write a post or two where I imagine days in the lives of some people on that world.

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Ilie Pandia]

Hi Wade,

We only got a glimpse of that reality as seen/remembered by Michael Roads and we certainly did not see the whole picture

That city may have had 100 people for all we know . Also the farmers were custodians (not owners) of the Earth.

I can easily imagine myself getting together with friends, in a location more than others, in a Free Energy society, even though today, given the choice, I would never live in our "version of city life".

A few days ago I saw "Star Trek - Into the darkness". Their vision of the future was crammed cities, with pointy buildings, underground working places, incurable disease and so on... That was much closer to the "hellish vision" than what I think a society that made money obsolete, would be... I could not understand who would chose to work underground away from the Sun and nature...

Maybe the cities in Road's vision were no longer concentrating energy, but rather awareness, as Roads comments at one time how calm and yet very focused the energy seemed to be there.

[Sunny-side-up]

In a simple way:

The Earth in my future will mainly be given back to nature and is only a place for us to visit and wonder over.
You might if desired be one of Earths ground zero carers with volunteered tasks of putting Mother Earth back into her full living vibrant beauty .

Some lands being given back to those human tribes and cultures who would treat her righteously with Love and understanding, so that they themselves might be given the chance to put their cultures back into full growth again (If and where possible).

There will be some places of great spiritual practices. places to go and learn to be one with nature and learn/develop your spirit and meditate in true: health, peace and beauty.

I would Love Future Earth to be like that.

I would LOVE Future Earths Humanity living mainly in orbit around Mother Earth.
In vast satellite cites along the designs of Jacque Fresco's Venus Project, but in orbit
( Thank you WhiteFeather I had't known of it before your link )

I would Love Future Humanity and all their/our future branching off from a restored Mother Earth.
A future Humanity with Green, Clean, Loving lessons learnt and applied to the full.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Ilie:

Yes, indeed, we only got a glimpse, and I feel like Roads did, with a hundred questions. Yes, nobody “owned” any land, and I would not be surprised if the only real possession in that world was a person’s body (and maybe a few personal effects, but nobody would be too attached to them).

Part of my speculation about the city is that why cities formed is a controversial topic in academic circles:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ons#post649001

We know that everywhere that agriculture began, cities were not far behind. The reasons for people moving to cities have been studied ever since Confucius and the Classic Greeks:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/hooked.htm#theories

and the posited reasons are several. Paul Bairoch surveyed a number of them in his Cities and Economic Development:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ons#post581232

Cities are a uniquely human invention, an economic/social/political development, and I am keenly interested in why that heavenly world still had cities in some form. I speculate that it had little to do with the historical reasons for building them, and maybe it had few residents, as you speculate.

Yes, the Star Trek reboot is a far cry from TNG, more like a space opera than it is showing a humanity that overcame most of its problems and was exploring the stars under its Prime Directive.

Hi Sunny-side-up:

Nice vision. In the channeled material, there are accounts of ensouled species that indeed lived in orbiting cities and their home planet became a park for recreation. As I have written, the Project Venus founder regards FE as the enemy:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...nus#post634069

which is common among today’s “visionaries,” I am sorry to say, addicted to scarcity like they are.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

In the realms of pure Harmony which resides somewhere way high over the rainbow, and where the call to come and help planet "Terra" echoed decades ago ,are now gatherd and collected a large group of light energy beings to watch with great satisfaction and with overly joy on the most perfect transformation ever made on any of the third dimensional planets in the physical world section of the vast creation. The challenge was virtually inaccessible, or so it felt. From a dense swamp like point of location in the physical universe, where it was apparent that the light is getting dimmer and darker, untill the concern arose that the entire galaxy will shut down, a strong flux of light is now radiating and return some sparkle rays back to the sun.

It was anything but easy, the planet of 'free will' was one of the most complex experiments ever done by the planners of stars, galaxies, solar systems and paralle universes with all varieties of different forms of life stretched as far as the imagination can go.
Something else needed to be created that will challenge all creations done up till then. The starting point was kinda limited, but the recipe included all potential ingredients that could form the wonderful heaven like expensive paradise that is the true essence of the 'all there is' and which characterizes the higher realms existences. Intention was to translate the frequencies of pure and higher energies into the density of the physical.

Starting conditions included amnesia and some genetic manipulation without revealing the knowledge of the great creative and most important tool in all of the universes - free flowing energy. Take that from the beings and see how they manage... and let some other players from similiar created places with slightly better advancment intervene and by that let all physical beings grow together each in their own pace. The unknown situation of disharmony was investigated and researched thoroughly inside and out. But now, thanks to the resolute insistence of the creators of the game and their faith in the ability of the souls participating in the game to remember who they are and where they came from - the perfect reversal has occurred. It began with the revelation of free energy. It is the essence that every living soul, plants, inanimate ,spirits, cells, atoms, and much everything else in all realms is consisted of. However, In the 3D physical dense world of Terra it needed to be captured by devices, first. The process of understanding was slow and was tried and failed many times, but now the type of energy expressed in the form of consciousness has spread on this precious planet due to the reinforcement of the game with some of the creators rushing in to save their invention and experience it first hand and with some other technitians who came to assist with support.

In the pure world of harmony, far over the rainbow, the energy beings gathered and are ready to zoom in and see what has become of the beloved Terra. They themselves have no names, no physical forms and almost no individuality, they all consist of light and only a slight difference between the energy signatures that separates one form from the other, but they own a distinctive connectedness that originates from the knowledge of UNITY which is the essence of their beings.

Terra - old but new, is now a remarkable sight. Zooming in on it's location in the milky way galaxy, it's aura is a healthy radiating indigo blue, a rich color that is viewable from afar. Taking a closer look, the rugged plains and mountains can clearly be seen covered with rich coating of green vegetation. The most apparent change easily discernible to all the senses is the clean atmosphere srrounding the earth, the belt of metaphysical and physical 'dirt' has vanished, as if it was never there and instead there's a rich mixture of oxygen and CO2 due to the lush greenery and the accelerated photosynthesis process. The beings obviously look more healthy, this is evident in their body movement and their intense joy of life. There are many visitors at this time, coming with their crafts from all over, from the far out galaxies as well as from the neighboring planets such as Venus and Mars. Entry conditions to the earth's atmosphere are a certain level of consciousness and an expression of unity, and if you are qaulified to that, you are most welcome to stay and be an honored guest, so as not to upset the delicate balance and the free will of the residents who earned this via a lot of hardship. Telepathic communication can produce funny situations, especially if you are an energy being without a body, you may very well be ignored at times, no hard feelings please, it may take some time for the inhabitants to fully develope all their abilities. Their small family size crafts are often painted with the logo colors of the earth, a symbol of patriotism and a belonging to a one place. This too shall pass. In the meantime the rich biological diversity of the terrain very well makes up for any small inconvniences of this new 'free energy found and implamented' planet of rookies

Re-education is the most important activity on the planet, it is up to every living soul to decide where they want to be in their growth, no pressure, but many exhibit excess enthusiasm and want to dedicate their free time to move forward, mentally, technologically and spiritually. Part of the process is having long meaningful conversations with the animals and with plant life, a big ceremony of appology was conducted and now a new way of cooperation is being formed. Trees have a rather interesting symbiosis with one another, they create intimacy through their roots, under ground, regardless of type, thickness, and the specification of every tree. It is now the inhabitant's pleasure to learn about being part of the versatile echo system. The full recovery of Terra was so successful that some new species are now developing due to the harmonious vibe of the planet, some new species of fish, insects and mammals are naturally being created. Crystal clear oceans, Azur blue in color allow a clear view down to the bottom of the sea, miles and miles in distance, because of the purity of the water and because of the enhanced vision of the residents resulted from their very fine diet.
The obvious affection between the fruit-bearing trees and shrubs and between humans produces rich fruit flavors with Intoxicating scent.

Elected officials invest their time, energy, and enjoyment in improving the living conditions of the entire population, whether they are walking on two, on four or crawling on their bellies, with the understanding that the development of one will encourage the development of the other. The new sciences are emerging at an alarming rate, and the use of levitation in construction is quite beneficial to form new lovely structures, also to disassemble whatever remained left from the old cities, as long as it's done with a group effort. A slight amusment is happening with the attempts to levitate the bodies and more often then none, men find themselves sitting in the lap of another man in a wrong calculation of the distance or in a too weak of an effort. humans of the new earth greet and treat eachother in a loving and respectful manner, it is true that small arguments may revolve around the need to rain at noon time as opposed to at around night time, but a satisfactory compromise is usually achieved where rain is rained down according to the region and while one is being watered for 30 minutes to nurture the lush green vegetation, the other is 'showered' with warm and embracing sun, therefore, everyone can chose their pick.

The energy beings from the realms of pure harmony, far over the rainbow, are observing with satisfaction what's been done on the renewable planet - the beloved Terra, 'The poor toddlers' they think,' they still have a way to go, but their path has finally been found. this segment of evolution has now ended. There are always new experiences and discoveries waiting around the corner. But for us it is off to the next mission ~

[Ernie Nemeth]

Three days later.

The stranger who gave me aid after my fall turned out to be a fount of information. So much so that I stayed for a few days to learn what I could. My host introduced me to many people and I had the unique opportunity to take the pulse of the city before Rector sent a pilot to pick me up. Luckily the spy had been subdued with only minimal injuries to himself and his captors but Rector had been very reluctant to let me expose myself to the possibility of more mischief. I was adamant that a short stay was necessary to gather intelligence. Rector grudgingly agreed.

During that time I was sought out by a curious group. They were interested in how I had survived my thousand foot plummet from the platform. They wished to know my exact thoughts and mind-set leading up to the moment I halted my rapid descent. The group consisted of several psychics and a few test subjects. The most adept student was a young women with long flowing auburn hair and a face too full of freckles. It seemed they were working out how to augment or aid a subject with self-levitation. In the process they had learned that stimulation was as important as simulation, or something like that. My interpretation of it was that the mind had to not only visualize the act of levitating but had to also entice the mental field into the proper state of excitation for levitation to happen.

I am thinking of them now as I lay in my bed in the RV, stretching. I do my thing and make some coffee. Looks like a beautiful day through the window. I decide to take my cup of java for a stroll.

I step out of the RV and squint into the glinting ball of light. The morning sun is still low in the clear blue sky. All this fresh clean air is unusual for the city, I think. The platform has a few new vehicles upon it and I inspect them from afar. One is what looks like just an old shopping cart with outrigging supporting some sort of homemade maglev device. It’s owner is wriggling around under the tarp. Another machine is what seems to have been a medium-sized waste container in its former life. Now it is draped with cables and batteries and whirling gadgets whose function I can not understand. The lid stands partly open and a man’s head and shoulders are discernable within. He catches my eye so I nod in his direction. He nods back. I walk over to the edge of the platform and take in the view.

It sure looks different in the city these days. Not really from external appearances: people go to work and cook dinners and take care of the kids. Everyone hurries about their lives with never enough time in their busy days. Still, beneath that facade there lurks a new demeanor of defiance. It is in the little things. Everyone has a gadget or another that is supposed to be illegal: a stove that cooks without connection to the grid; self-powered lights and other appliances that run on small power packs; communication devices that send undetectable signals through the earth; even skateboards with small maglevs in them. Almost everyone uses contraband software to circumvent the sanctioned sites regulated by government - even peer-to-peer sites are possible again. A few have devised little chair-like machines that can travel sizable distances through the air, cloaked by a null field. And beneath the city there are vast hollowed out spaces growing food under artificial suns. The city has many illegal markets distributing the yield all run clandestinely by the citizenry.

Of course not everyone defies the authorities but few would turn their neighbors in just the same. An unspoken code of conduct rules the acceptable conventions and those that do not comply often find life not so easy in the neighborhood. There is a goodly portion of the populace that continue to purchase the produce offered in the grocery stores and eat the processed goodies concocted by the corporations. They follow the rules and believe in the government’s beneficence. It should be noted that often they have the best jobs and they live in segregated communities in the biggest homes. Some of the most affluent still drive cars.

There is considerable talk about the incredible floating platform. It is pretty hard to miss from anywhere in the downtown area and word has spread rather quickly. The talk is centered around what it means and what should be done about it. Most are secretly preparing their get-away aboard their own homemade crafts. The officials forbid any contact with the platform and threaten anyone attempting to with forcible detainment, long years in jail and even death. But as life is becoming progressively repressed under financial hardship and government regulations and restrictions, the choice is almost a no-brainer. The government keeps trying to crack down on the burgeoning black market but their agents are often tempted into debauchery themselves. The items available are simply too tempting and in many cases necessary just to make ends meet under the tyrannical rule of the state. Most figure this as the best time to get a jump on the big corporations before they get into the game and begin mass producing the exotic devices themselves at exorbitant mark-ups like usual, which Joe Public wouldn’t be able to afford anyway.

The defiance runs deeper than the occasional techno-infringement or regulation breaking that almost everyone is guilty of and prone to, it has altered the underlying social customs too. People are tolerant, more yielding on their viewpoints and far quicker to give aid to total strangers. The daily interactions are generally much more benign and respectful, highlighting the expanded awareness of the other as needed, useful and worthy of respect. The populace has begun to galvanize into a cohesive whole under the banner of intolerant and inappropriate governmental control.

Fear is still there just below the surface I muse as I gaze downward while resting against the sturdy railing that now surrounds the perimeter of the platform. The fear is more a presence now; a daily weight to be carried around. People are used to it and each has adjusted to it as best they can. Fear gets relegated to the background like a mother who can carry on a conversation oblivious to her unruly and rambunctious children because she has to a large extent learned to ignore the commotion. Maybe the way people handled their fear was more like a foraging animal and how it will occasionally pop its head up and look around for threats before going back to grazing, constantly on alert for danger. In any case, the fear has become a living breathing thing in their lives and so, although they are alert at all times, they live with their fear, long ago made friends with it, and learned to put it on auto-pilot.

On top of that, though, rides a new hope for a new future and the harbinger of that new reality hovers a few thousand feet above the downtown core. Here I look down, I think, and a thousand faces look up at me with renewed vigor and determination. The fear would not stop the inevitable this time. Those people down there are not ignorant of the new technology available to mankind. They use some of it already, albeit secretly. This platform could not be denied. It had visited too many cities to be explained away as a hoax or some other mundane trickery. It is real and its uncontested reality bespoke of its obvious advantages. That gave the people hope and would soon motivate them to action. Until today only a handful had rose up in their homemade contraptions and joined the gathering.

As I watch, one rose up, then another and another. Within minutes there are dozens of vehicles closing in on the platform with still more rising upward.

The time had finally come, I silently cheer as the first of the maglev vehicles lands on the platform. It is a small SUV with wires and magnets arrayed all over its exterior.

As I peer downward, more and more vehicles launch themselves skyward from below. Lifting my gaze I see dozens of vehicles just lazily floating around the platform, its occupants laughing and waving at each other. Some of the most enthusiastic lean out their windows gesticulating madly and offering the thumbs-up signal of approval. I look around the platform, taking in the scene that I can only marvel at. Where scant moments ago there were only dozens of craft, hundreds could now be counted and as I watch more and more join them. An expanding cloud of clunkers now hover silently all around the platform, as well as above and below it. The sight is surreal.

I indulge in a moment of elation. So much work went into this effort. So many good men and women known and unknown devoted their lives for this moment to happen while living with the scorn and ridicule of their peers and often paid for it all with their lives and/or their livelihoods. So many people dreamed of a better world of peace and security, where freedom meant being truly free to pursue one’s dream and one’s passion. All that energy had finally broke through the barrier of resistance with this one act of unified will. It would now be the responsibility of all to enforce that will, peacefully but purposefully. Best of all we had the means to actually turn this thing around. It all depended upon the will of the people now, on their innate wisdom and on their ingrained sense of justice, duty and honor.

I stare into the thickening cloud of crafts of all description as I undergo a sudden radical transformation with only a few goose bumps to show any outward indication of change. It is a gestalt, a zeitgeist, a revolutionary idea, an aha/lightbulb moment. For just an instant, I see this cloud of contraptions around me blur into another, future scene, where a city of glowing lights floats majestically above the pristine landscape. The craft there are sleek bullets of silver and bubbles of iridescent gold.

And the people fly free of their machines in unencumbered flight! The practice is an outshoot of a new science called psychogenics: the science of mind over matter, where thought creates reality. I do not understand much of it but it does not matter. The sight is incredible to behold, superimposed as it is upon the actual scene in front of me.

For a moment I am one of those people flying about the floating city, inspecting its crystalline skyscrapers and gossamer diamond filament domes. Just as in my dreams of old, I hover on my back and watch the workers in the hydroponics pods tending to the jungles of vegetation. I fly with a flock of birds that circle the massive pyramid of solid gold in the heart of the city. I chase a child in a game of tag below the city amidst the tendrils of the cloud reclamation complex where living roots of the forests above augmented by ingenious technology dangled for hundreds of feet sucking up the moisture in the air and clouds...

I remember my dreams of long ago. I realize those were not dreams in the usual sense but a glimpse of the future, the future I was dedicated to bringing about on this planet. It was a glorious future, one worthy of bringing into being and of giving up one’s life for in the pursuit of it, if necessary.

Limits would be tested, that was only natural. And new limits would result. For there are always limits in the realm of human experience. Once the dust settles it will be a surprise to realize that all limits are now self imposed by a sense of social responsibility. The, “All for one and one for all” type of response will have become prevalent.

But the shock is not so much the glimpse of the future I am being graced with. Instead, it is the implications of it that rock my world. For this is no far out dream of some far off future but a future just around the corner. It is plainly obvious that with the technologies displayed today alone, our world could change very rapidly. That crystalline city could be scant years away!

And that meant the capability to fly unaided must be lying dormant inside of me right now! The dream wasn’t of some future me in another body but me in this body - my up-coming future.

It is this that rivets me, galvanizes me, causes an upheaval of plausibility in me, short circuits my brain, shatters my illusions, dashes me on unknown shores, reassembles my atoms, rewires my brain, reconstitutes my world and plops me unceremoniously in its midst, newly born.

As if on cue three stalwart adventurers dart past overhead. Did my mind trick me?

As if in answer the trio zip by in the other direction. Horns are beeping, people are yelling. I can’t make out what they are saying.

What? Those guys are flying! Holy Crow! Look at that!

The three in question suddenly zip into view and rapidly approach until they are a few feet in front of me - hovering in mid air! I now see it is two women and a man dressed in tight fitting cloths and sporting goggles and helmets.

“The degree of disbelief is far less restricting now.” Says one of the flying women, her freckles swarming as her facial contours adjust to her ear to ear smile while errant strands of flaming red tresses flap in the swirling air.

“Ariel! You’re flying? How do you do that?” I ask, afraid but titillated.

“Mostly ‘cause you can handle it now. By you I mean everyone assembled here today. The atmosphere in this group is absolutely buoyant!” She threw her arms wide. “Can’t you feel it?”

Well I can feel it, yes, I think to myself. I am already experiencing one of those rare, almost existential moments so the synchronicity of it all does not escape me.

I suddenly know what I am going to do. I can’t help a small smirk before the thought gives me vertigo. I collect myself as I bend down and put the empty cup on the platform. I straighten up. Fear grips my stomach hard as I straddle the railing and peer down. I guess I am just going to have to jump out of the nest, I say to myself. Unlike last time at least, this time I will be prepared.

Then a calmness hits me. I get a sudden picture in my mind of the overview of my recent gestalt as clear as day. A paradigm change results in new truths becoming self evident that before might have been ridiculed or might even have gone completely unnoticed There is an abyss between paradigms that must be traversed by faith before it can become substantive reality. It had to be proven by experience to become real.

I had to jump. I had to cross over the abyss. I had to do it now while the paradigms were aligned and fixed in my mind.

There is a sensation, unlike any other, when the electro-chemical signals containing the commands from the brain have surged into the spinal cord causing an unstoppable cascade of physiological events to occur that now carry the entire being forward into the unknown future without recourse. It is that moment when the muscles have flexed beyond a critical point, where the body has committed to the action and the result and its repercussions are cast to the fates. It is that point where the sentience has released control of a situation and awaits the outcome in full awareness they are unable to alter that outcome in any way. It is a scary moment only because we don’t usually let go of our will too often and so we are not aware of the source of the sensation. For the moment when we have committed the body to action and release our grip, if only briefly, of the constant monitoring of its safety and security, we are free. The sensation of freedom is singularly exhilarating and extremely joyous.

There is freedom in letting go.
I hold my gaze on the flying trio and leap into the bosom of the sky.

[Melinda]

Originally I added this to my light spheres post, but then it was pointed out that as an update it might not be seen...

Spherical Update 22nd of May 2013
(The hardware technologies – a shimmy back in time…)


Sky Water Diving

It is one of my favourite things to do. Whether with friends or adventuring alone. There is nothing quite like it. Especially after returning from an expedition into the inner earth. Sometimes we journey underground to check her core frequencies, or to document the ancient remains of a newly discovered city with one of the archaeological schools that explore her underworld. Though I love the work, and am inspired to do it - I miss the sun, and I long for the sky.

When I wish to go sky water diving I climb aboard the navigator section of my pod and activate the outer shell, setting the walls to transparent. Then I log in to the network to find suitable coordinates so as to avoid any pathway interference. Once that’s done, I lift the pod up, and up, higher and higher, watching the land and all the life below grow smaller and more plentiful in the view. As it rises through the clouds it begins to draw water from the air, until the level inside the pod is high and deep enough to dive into. The water is cleaned and rejuvenated to meet my body’s requirements. I set the pod to invisible + detectable. But if I enter a field where locals have requested physical visibility, the pod automatically switches back to visible as it passes through.

Sometimes I travel to where I have a view of my family’s homes down below, and dive into the water, waving at the children as they swim with the dolphins in the river beside the houses. The dolphins seem to find our sky water diving intriguing, and sometimes we’ll mimic one another’s movements – them looping through the air, and my spinning through the water, closer to the clouds.

Some days I’ll hover along the islands in the Orient seas, and watch their edges shift beneath the waves – or I’ll curl between the ancient cliffs of Arizonan canyons, open up the roof of the sphere and sing with the winds that shape the rocks. Other days I’ll linger over the steaming canopies of the tropics, deep in the emerald heart of the Amazon. If I wish to send thoughts to the animals among the trees, I find the water can enhance my ability. And floating through it inspires my imagination. As I close my eyes to the outer world I see forms and shapes and indescribable colours, that aren’t always so easily seen on the ground.

On one occasion, a birthday not long ago, my partner flew us to the Arctic, and we glided high above the endless miles of pristine snow; we spent an evening bathing in the warm water of the pod and gazing into the veils of the aurora borealis. As the lights began to dissipate, we increased the salt content of the water and floated on our backs, staring up into the sky. It is hard to define that glimpse of infinity - the sheer number of stars that fill the night, when there is no-one and no thing for miles around. It is breath-taking to see it from the weightless haven of a sky water pod.

There are times, like today, when skies are grey, when I fly in the pod and break through the weather, out and up into the boundless blue. I go there to meditate. Fly until the clouds beneath stretch to the horizon and blanket the world with an ocean of calm. I glide around the sphere, under the water, and sense the passing birds as they travel through the air. Then I swim towards the sun, soaking its rays, allowing it to seep into the pure body of water all around me, and in through my skin. There is nothing here, in these moments, but stillness in my world; the wisdom and the warmth of our great sun, the ringing in the atoms of my body and the waters.

It is a perfect bliss.

[Ernie Nemeth]

Five years later.

I wake up slowly, allowing my dreams to wash across my mind in recap before turning to daily matters. I say a small prayer of thanks and then plan my day in my mind. I visualize me going about my day in harmony with the others I will meet and successfully accomplishing my tasks. Five minutes later, I get out of bed. I do my morning rituals and tend to some gardening in the hydroponics pod while awaiting my coffee to brew. I sit and utter a command and a section of the wall becomes a view screen with today’s news displayed upon it. I dictate a few quick messages that I send off to their recipients. I make some notes and save them to the appropriate files.

I step out of my living quarters and am greeted by an overcast sky pregnant with rain. Gusts of wind make it hard to walk a straight line but I manage the twenty paces in a halting, staggering motion to the end of the path. I touch the rugged bark of the old oak and sense the excited state of the tree in anticipation of the rains. Behind the tree beyond the path is a clearing. I enter the clearing. Before me is an ancient circle of large stones. As I walk within their perimeter thunder cracks and the clouds seem to gather ominously overhead. It would be a productive session with all this energy swirling about.

The others arrive almost simultaneously. Most in bubble boats, BBs for short. These were a combination of force fields and anti-grav units linked to a sphere of transparent glass made of carbon nano-fibres half a quarter inch thick but stronger than an inch of steel. The BBs could be programmed for any color but were default iridescent gold and transparent. A few circled their friends in their own contraptions. One looked like a very large cardboard box but was actually composed of biotech material in alternating layers for strength - light and flexible. Another flying machine was nothing more than a sleek silver shaped platform, it’s shimmering semi-circular force field drew a vault of protection around its occupant. Two flew in on their own, unaided by tech. One came on a hoverboard.

It turns out the world is not our own, that there are aliens from other suns and other times who lay claim to this planet. Their claims are ancient, far before man had the capacity to even make fire and live in caves. Some claimed ownership over humanity itself. And while the galactic courts argued over the fate of earth and its indigenous species sentient or otherwise, we humans decided to take matters into our own hands. But the task at first was daunting. The aliens were hard to root out. Some hid where we could not follow, others looked so much like us only a blood test could decide the truth. But as humans shed their fetters of servitude new skills were coming to the fore. And some of those skills were turning out to be very useful in finding these interlopers. Every large group had their own diviners now and their own guardians, channelers, collectors and psychic point men. And this was one such group. It turns out I’m a pretty good collector.

As I sit down in my selected spot between the large slabs of granite I see the others dismount and begin their own centering rituals. Mine were short, and included ample time for reflection, which I often take advantage of. This opportunity was no different.

There was a certain amount of chaos at first as the people evaluated their options and their own capacities with new eyes, while scrambling to feed, clothe and house themselves and their families. Anxiety levels were very high and old habits often veered south, causing unneeded suffering. But all had had new experiences in the last decade that overlay their conditioning. These counter-thoughts had become engrained in the minds of the masses and all had to undergo a personal revamping of their mindset in light of these new circumstances and the situation as it now stood. When it became evident that those counter-thoughts were more accurate than prevailing thinking it turned society on its ear and everything changed.

The authority of government imploded. People found themselves in charge of their own lives again. There were the occasional clashes between the old loyal forces and the free men and women going about recreating themselves and their society. It rarely ended well for the dying order, as the people just kept sending reinforcements until they simply overwhelmed their opponents. But far more often confrontation was avoided by offering amnesty and opportunity to those who wished to change sides. By then the free energy crowd had been singing their song for years, and the whole world joined in a resounding chorus of affirmation when the platform and other impossible to debunk impossibilities actually occurred. It quickly turned out that there were no sides any more, only the recognition of what was now beyond obvious and a vacuum of lies, deceit, coercion, and greed. There really was no government, the people came to realize, because the government did not represent their interests, or those of their children and grandchildren.

For many, the change was not all that dramatic. The police and troops moved out and check points were removed. Barricades that used to funnel and constrict traffic to certain areas were dismantled. Most of the cameras were torn down or their apertures painted over with black paint. The helicopters and drones withdrew from the airways. The illegal and dangerous manipulation of the weather was halted and the skies were a natural blue once again. Yet for all that people found themselves getting up and going to work, taking their kids to school, mowing the lawn. They had company over on weekends, and tended to chores. They gave birth and they lay the dead to rest.

There was a large sub-group that had to immediately reinvent themselves. These were those folks who had served the system that had willingly enslaved them all. It is a strange ongoing transition for this group and their stories are diverse. For that matter it’s a weird transition for everybody, just not with such an upheaval in their lives. There was culture shock, as society changed its structure, but there was no overall collapse of society into random chaos or anarchy.

A flood of new gadgets arrived on the scene that revolutionized our entire mode of survival. And more and more people were exhibiting extraordinary talents and abilities that were a boon to the unknown direction society was taking aim at. Combined with the new physics, a true exodus began scant years later. Now it was fully underway. The cities were disgorging their masses, like the spores of a giant mushroom. People took to the skies, the mountains, under lakes and oceans, deep underground, to the poles, circling the globe at various altitudes, even to the moon and nearby asteroids. They almost always group together wherever they go. Humans are a pack animal, after all.

As the people become more organized, certain functions are being delegated to governing regional councils in order to coordinate the efforts and streamline the various projects to make them productive and viable. Everyone agrees priority be given to clean up the environment and more importantly to stop polluting it altogether. Trade agreements between local groups spring up naturally while other agreements go to council for resolution. All agreements are subject to votes, all inhabitants are encouraged to feel obligated out of a sense of duty and honor to vote, no coercion is allowed. There are so many, many areas to consider that at times it seems overwhelming.

Besides which the people were tending to group together with others of like mind. With no previous experience to go by people quickly gravitated into one of six main categories. The ones lovingly called the Cyborgs, the transhumanists, grow increasingly unwilling to commingle with the others because of their propensity towards improving the interface between man and machine. Their fundamental approach to the new physics is diametrically opposed to the Ascenders who wished to rid themselves of their bodies entirely. The majority of the people are somewhere in between, and are lumped under the term the Gaians. These want to find a way to live in harmony with nature and mother Earth. They take parts of the tech invented by the other groups and apply it to creating a better society and a cleaner world. Not all agree on these general categories. Some would add a fourth, the Blazers, aka trailblazers. They go where no man has gone before and usually alone or in small groups. As a toe hold is achieved in a new frontier by the Blazers more people gather to offer aid and assistance and eventually form a community. Then the Blazers move on. There is a fifth category, arguably, but each of the other sub-groups contain their own and so it is more a growing trade: the Technos. The true Technos are a small group that keep to themselves and do pure research and develop commodities for the others. They do custom research for the right price, too, but it is rare because few can afford their work. The sixth are the Loners. They tend to keep to themselves.

All those dreams that in my childhood were promised as my future were finally coming about, and so much more. The future was more uncertain than before but there was an equal escalation in the confidence of the people to meet it head on and overcome its challenges. Our new potential has not yet been plumbed. There might not be an end to it; in time we may learn there are no limits we cannot surmount.

I heard Rector had been working on submitting a formal objection to any ruling on earth matters without a representative committee from earth being present at the hearing. The reply was we have twenty years to apply for junior membership status, with proper verification of indigenous stock standing. I am amazed at how quickly the word came back from independent explorers, Blazers, that there were artifacts all over the heavens; the moon, asteroids, mars, and even massive ones circling the sun. Then the stories of aliens really took off, it was like a modern day witch hunt without any of the brutality, of course. And it continues today. Many were in control of our industries and our banks, even our governments, at the highest levels. We were never in control of our own destinies, it turns out. Not since the days of the Sumerians, and perhaps far far earlier, when the gods, “from heaven to earth came”. They granted civilization to mankind, it is said and so recorded on stone tablets. Whatever their motives, they must register or leave. It is becoming a contentious issue with some factions of aliens and we seek a nonviolent and mutually beneficial solution that so far has eluded us. Now Rector is supporting a motion that a council be formed with representatives from all the regions of the world, to deal with extra-terrestrial issues. We have some time to choose our council of earth’s ambassadors.

The future is exciting, and bright!

There are still other types of aliens who are much harder to root out of hiding and they cannot be seen by the human eye, as we normally measure such things. Some people are special, though, some have a gift that allows them to see. Others can siphon energy from the environment or gather that energy and amplify it, stabilize it. Still others, a very few, can summon that energy and focus it upon a target. The target could be alive or it could be inanimate matter, or even an idea, or a thought. This group contains all those talented people, we are on the hunt and our quarry is not far away. I could sense it, with the aid of the others.

Lightening zings, blinding white. Thunder booms and cracks the sky. The wind whips the forest debris into a gray haze of dirt and dust and leaves and twigs. The branches jerk to and fro and flap their leaves sounding like an army of bicycles thrumming with cards attached to the spokes. A sudden scent of ozone precedes another light display and hard on its tail the crashing cacophony. The rain would start soon.

Best get on with it, I signal. The others agree.

[TelosianEmbrace]

I have read and reread the books of Robert Monroe, the accomplished astral traveller/OOBEer and founder of the Monroe Institute. www.monroeinstitute.org

In Robert's second book 'Far Journeys' he relates of going forward in time, and being shown around a future Earth. This is the first part of this account, which begins on p.206. Robert is communicating with his INSPEC guide, whose NVC (non-verbal communication) is shown in brackets.

(We can escort you to a physical earth possibility at a point in your time measurement beyond the year 3000. The principal inhabitants are what we call H-plus, humans-plus, to indicate modification from those in your present time. As you are now, you will be a visitor.)

Well! So that was it! I had made only a few visits into the future time. I would never have the guts to try such a jump by myself, but with them....

(Close tightly. It will be better that way.)

My excitement was great and my vibrating reflected it, so I turned inward, folded it all beck in a loop, and closed. This would be real rote, not the projections and imaginings of those looking at the small trends which always...

CLICK!

We were high above the earth, much as one would perceive it from halfway to the moon, which was still there, behind us. The earth was the same blue-green colour, with white covers of clouds partially obscuring the land below. We moved in steadily, and I was happy to see that the deep gray and brown rings were no longer there-which meant the blockage got cleaned up. Good! No more repeaters. But it was the new feature that pulled my focus and wouldn't let it go. Around the earth was a single flat ring, much like the ones around Saturn, and it was radiating and sparkling, not from the reflections of the sun, but from its own internal source.

(You will understand fully the meaning of the ring as we progress.)

As we moved around, not through, the sparkling ring and headed inward, I became aware of another change. The M Band was full of communication, but no noise! No noise! That could mean only one thing-man had finally got it together. Further evidence was the lack of the haze M Band noise creates. No more random thought clutter. This at least gave me a beginning percept of what I might expect.

We came into a low altitude, at about eight thousand feet, and began circling the earth over the northern hemisphere, east to west near a 28 degree latitude just a few miles off the coast of what appeared to be Japan. The seas were soft light green, and gentle swells some ten feet from trough to crest moved majestically over the surface. Deeper, I could perceive schools of fish leisurely weaving along, not too fast, their track matching neatly the contour of the distant coastline-thousands of them, slender sides flashing as they made their quick changes in direction. There had indeed been changes, if they schooled so closely to the shore, so many of them. It was familiar, yet there was a missing element. I scanned the ocean surface and knew immediately what it was.

No ships. I reached out along the horizon and far beyond. Not even a rowboat or dinghy. I scanned overhead across the sky with its streets of white cumulus clouds. No aircraft, just gulls and terns sweeping and searching among the heavy swells, and higher than that, beyond cloud base-nothing. No jet contrails, no jets.

Then we had crossed the coastline and were over Japan. Off to the north was Fujiyama, a white cone glistening in the sun. Below us was a neat carpet of tidy fields in large checkerboard squares, each a subtle shade of green- correction: much more than greens. Spotted among the green like a gigantic bouquet were clusters of fields each of a different colour, one a mass of bright orange, another deep blue, whites, reds-fields of blooming flowers, bushes, and evidently hybrids of the two, because no flower could be that large. It was a pattern that could be seen only from high overhead, yet there were no aircraft-and that began to give me another faint percept.

As we moved west, I became aware of other missing signs. There were no roads, not so much as a lane to service the fields. Also, no buildings, no houses, no barns, no sheds-I scanned in all directions and there were none. No cities, no towns, no villages, no power lines, no cars and trucks, no bicycles-all gone. The air was clear and clean, no smoke or smog.

Then I had a flashing percept. There were no people. That was what I actually was looking for-men, women, children. What terrible catastrophe took them away!

(They are there. They are few in number, but it was not an event that made it so. What you perceive is by design.)

We began to move rapidly, westward, across the unending array of colored bouquets set in green, some so large they appeared to be many miles in width, and soon we were again over water, the Sea of Japan, as I remembered it, and still no ships on what was such an important transportation route. Back over land again-the Korean peninsula?-and the pattern was different. In every direction were tall and stately trees with close upward-turned branches, of a species unfamiliar to me... but again no sign of human artifact to indicate Kilroy had been anywhere near the place.

(Your percept is-how do you call it?-obsolete.)

Before I had a chance to turn inward on that one, we were over water again, moving even faster, and back over land. This would have to be China. Surely with its teeming millions, some had to be visible. Evidently they didn't have to be at all. We swept over mile and mile of deep green forests broken only by occasional grassy clearings and wide rivers and streams. Where are the rice paddies so vital to human sustenance?

(There are a few, but for a different purpose. Bird sanctuaries.)

The land below became more rugged, and soon we were skimming between the ranges and peaks of very mountainous terrain. Vegetation was sparse, and snow caps flashed by as we passed at what seemed Mach 2 speed, or greater. I would be more comfortable with a little safer altitude; my old half-bold pilot experience was coming out. Being half-bold had let me grow old, but not gracefully. The sheer snow-laden side of a high ridge came rushing at us.

(You can move through it and out the other side. It is no different now).

The ridge was almost upon us. I closed tightly just as we were about to crash. There was a slight change in the texture around me momentarily, and it was gone. I opened, and scanned behind us. The high range was fading in the distance. Passing through physical matter is not yet my habit! Quickly, the earth below was beginning to level out again, the color of the forest changed into lighter greens, and the cleared areas became larger. I tried to remember my geography-we were over the Middle East, I thought... yes, they were coming up, still the rolling, sandy, near desert areas, where oil came from. I scanned in all directions, and saw very symmetrical clusters of trees, but no tanks, no pipelines, nothing to indicate man had ever set foot in the area. Either the oil fields were pumped dry or there was no longer a need for oil.

(Both percepts are accurate.)

We moved out over water again-Mediterranean Sea?-and higher, faster, a scrap of land blinked by underneath which I could not identify and more water, heavy waves, this must be the Atlantic...land again, a sudden slowing and we landed gently in a field of grass amid rolling hills. I looked around me, wondering why we had stopped at this particular place. It was very faintly familiar. I was standing on a knoll, in a field of rich, green grass whose blades were so even they must have been recently mowed...no, not cut, they were growing evenly. The edge of a woods of oak trees, limbs spreading broadly, rose behind me. In the far distance, a series of ascending green-blue ridges formed giant stair steps upward...Why stop here, why this place?

[kudzy]

I awoke early. I was really excited about my first volunteer assignment in the New Epoch. I was accepted into the EcoRestoration Team and we were coordinating our first action plan. We certainly had our work cut out for us, the past epoch has been very destructive to the biological systems on Earth, especially within the past couple of hundred years. But I was especially excited about this opportunity because I've been working hard on developing latent skills and this would be a wonderful opportunity to test them. I was also excited because I had a very deep love and connection with the natural world which I had been cultivating for many many lives. It felt like the purpose of all my past lives was culminating in this life, like it had all been building for this current event. Finally, after learning enough of the lessons, after countless lives of turmoil and struggle, fear and scarcity, I could take a deep, deep sigh of relief and relax into fulfilling my soul's true purpose. It's a purpose of co-creating with the natural elements to manifest love, abundance and beauty for all to share. And now was the time to get down to business.

There was no shortage of work to be done. There was too much carbon in the atmosphere from burning hydrocarbons for a few hundred years. Forests had been cleared. Soils had been eroded. Countless species had gone extinct. The planet was a mess. So the obvious question was where to start, what were the priorities. Fortunately we had a new tool in our collective toolbox. Based on the combined loving intention of a large number of caring and committed people we were able to get a New Energy Device (NED) into wide spread distribution. This device would make the task of the EcoRestoration Team not just easier but 'Possible'. The trick now was to keep our egos out of the way and listen to the inherent wisdom that lies within all living things. And that's exactly what we were setting out to do.

But first we would need to prepare ourselves. We needed to prepare ourselves on the mental, physical and spiritual level. Our group had been fasting to purify our bodies and souls. We had been meditating together to purify our minds. And we had been discussing and clarifying our intentions to purify our purpose. Our plan was to meet in a remote location and spend a week together. Our plan was to meditate together and listen to the life all around and within us and ASK with compassionate loving intention what the biosphere needed from us to be healthy, vibrant and within balance. We would then listen, not just with our ears but all five senses and our sixth sense of intuition combined. Concurrent with the NED coming into widespread use, orthodox science had to adjust many of it's underlying assumptions. This allowed for whole new fields of research to happen which in turn opened up whole new realms of potential. Part of that potential was exploring our connection and oneness with all living beings. In the past we considered Earthlings to be primarily humans. Now, we were widening that definition to include all the myriad of life forms that we share with this planet. And we were beginning to really understand our interdependence.

So as we sat together quieting our minds we went into ever deeper states of meditation. By paying close attention to our deepest inner feelings we were able to 'tap into' what the whole biosphere was feeling. Then through our combined love and empathic intention we were able to feel and 'know' with confidence what the various ecosystems were needing to be fully vibrant. For example some ecosystems were too acidic from the acid rains and needed their pH adjusted thus allowing them to uptake and retain certain key nutrients that had been lacking. In a certain surprising instance we heard from an individual order of mammals, the Cetaceans. They asked, rather politely that now that we have NEDs if we could please stop driving our ships around the oceans. Apparently the noise has been giving them awful headaches and disrupting their communications. In another case communication had been established with the fungal kingdom and a plan initiated that solicited their help in remediating oil spills and neutralizing radioactive waste. Processes that normally take tens of millions of years to complete would now take a fraction of that time with our synergistic participation with all life. After all it took a few billion years of evolution to develop a sentient species with opposable thumbs that could manipulate the environment with loving intention, so why not develop that to it's fullest most beautiful potential?

Simultaneously, we were able to feel where we were out of balance and hurting the natural systems. We could feel the pain we were causing other species. That was the most difficult part of our task but also the most necessary. Only through really feeling the pain could we really hear what they were calling out to us to change. And, of course that pain made the imperative to change all the more urgent.

As I said the task was really exciting and we were quite delighted with the progress we had made. The potential was infinite. We were discovering that the biodiversity we were helping to generate this planet had never seen before. With our understanding of energy and a systems approach we were able to apply leverage to certain key points that allowed the whole system to unfold into new realms of potential. A certain adjustment here or a slight tweaking there and we could stand back and allow the whole system to flourish. For the first time in human history we were no longer acting as a parasite but a symbiont.

It seemed as though 'life' was rejoicing as well. Throughout humanities entire existence Mother Nature just gave and gave and gave without asking for anything in return. It was as if She was waiting for this moment in history when we would finally awaken to our connection, our oneness with Her and help instead of hinder the unfolding of Her glory.

[Wade Frazier]

Brilliant, Darren, Brilliant. Thanks for posting it.

[Melinda]

I was thinking, how useful it could be to have FE-powered domed home ships.

Each dome could be regulated to create one climate within without altering the environment outside.

I made a few picture collages.

Desert Dome

You can sit beneath your dome, enjoying views of vast desert plains, protected from dust storms and chilling night breezes. Sleep out beneath glistening stars as the dome shield prevents light from escaping and creating light pollution. Grow succulent vegetables with your own water supply, miles from any rivers or pipes. Swim every day in a fresh water pool, revitalised and life-giving, whatever the earth weather.




Woodland Dome

Move your garden with you, travelling in silence from forest to forest. Leave your cello or concert piano out beside the roses and the lavender and play your music in the midday sunlight. Control the volume of sound emitted through the dome, and see which pieces draw the local wildlife. Find out which compositions the birds sing along to, or soundproof the area and sing with your friends through the night. Grow grasses and berries for morning juice, fresh every day.




Ocean Dome

You can glide amidst the tranquil shades of white and blue, high in the north or deep in the south. Open the floor of your ship to allow the wildlife to visit. Practice levitation and meditate on the sculpted, sweeping beauty of the ice. Feel the power of the whales as they pass through the area. Converse with them and observe the ET light vessels flying in and out of the mountains. Set the dome to blend mode so it reflects the snow, or window-blend mode, if you want to see out without the polar bears peering in.

As I made the ocean vision, I remembered a boss I once had whose dog would sit up on my lap when no-one was looking and watch the computer screen as I typed. I don't see why a seal would be any different. Especially if you were an adept animal communicator. Maybe they 'read' by hearing our thoughts as we read aloud in our heads. I think my old boss's dog was quite a contumacious soul. He seemed like a rebel human, trapped in a dog body. May have been working his way to a human incarnation.

I'm aware that some of my visions have giant trees. But I quite like the idea of them making a comeback in our future world.


Many blessings to all