Earth
Human
Civilization a million years ago (R.Monroe)
It
looks like there was a big group of advanced humans from 11th Level of Consciousness,
who
dropped to 3rd Level Earth via 4th one to train animals to live together with
humans on physical Earth about
a million years ago. This group of humans was One Mind and needed
to experience life on Earth in general and return to 4th Level of Consciousness to
organize a Human School of Compressed Learning for future
players
before
the Earth Planetary Game started.
They all
did wink out of physicality and got into non physical 4th Level of Consciousness
Earth. This winking out of whole civilizations to the
non-physical worlds (when they were ready) happened many times through
the history of Earth. Mayan civilization is a good example.
Looks like now with the creation of New Earth and another 5
millions (or more) people following it to the higher level, we have a
similar
situation. To experience the transition from a lower frequency to a
higher vibration a Signal needs to be given for everyone (matching
the same frequency with the New Earth) to wink out of here
to the higher level at certain
moment. The extract
from "Ultimate Journey", written
by R.Monroe, p. 33- 42, which I posted here illustrates the whole idea
very well.
In another extract
from "Far Journeys",
where R.Monroe is illustrating what happened to that same group after
they winked out of physicality
and turned up on 4th Level od Consciousness again. Later the representatives of this
same group have been having many lives as players in the physical Earth
Planetary Game R.Monroe.
"The glowing figure began to move. I stayed close
by until
suddenly it started to dwindle (diminish). My response was automatic.
The energy pattern of the Earth dissolved into blackness . . .then out
of the blackness a landscape emerged. Just ahead of me, the glowing
INSPEC waited motionless.
We were some thousand feet over a wide valley, which appeared to be
eight to ten miles long and about five miles
wide. Snowcapped peaks surrounded the valley on three sides. Beyond the
open side were forests and fields extending to the horizon. A bright
sun hung in a blue sky studded with small cumulus clouds.
Directly below us was what appeared to be a large settlement stretching
nearly to the base of the mountains. There
was a mass of trees of a variety of shapes and sizes with variegated
foliage in every possible shade of green. Among the
trees was a complex and extensive network of narrow paths. But there
were no houses or buildings, no smoke or smog. The air was totally
clean and clear.
I turned to the INSPEC.
No houses? No buildings?
Sleeping quarters are
underground, and the places for artisan activity.
Where are all the people?
They are among the
trees. Each is performing an individual function.
How many are there?
Just over two million,
as we understand it.
Two million!
That is so.
How
many settlements are there like this? It is our planet Earth, isn't it?
It
is indeed and it is the only such place. These are the only humans in
residence.
The
only ones on all of Earth?
That
is correct.
I
won't ask what happened that brought the numbers down from billions . .
. So this is what we can expect in the future?
You
are thinking in the wrong direction, my friend.
What
do you mean?
This
is a place of the past, as you express time.
The
past! There is nothing in our history that remotely resembles this! It
must be very far back.
It
is. Nearly a million of your years.
The
inhabitants . . . are they human? Such as I am?
Slightly
different but definitely human.
Can we go down?
We can indeed. That is
our purpose.
...Will they be able to see us? Can we
communicate with them?
Yes, with no difficulty.
They won't resent our intrusion?
On the contrary. They will welcome us.
We drifted down toward the trees and then into an open area about the
size of a football field. It was a park, or perhaps a huge flower
garden, with neat, irregular beds of flowers and plants, none of which
I recognized. Wide, grass-covered walks wound around among the beds in
sweeping curves. I even thought I could feel the grass under my feet.
You do feel it. Just as you are
able to see, in a physical manner. But you are not physical
(not 3rd Level of Consciousness, LM)
I turned. The glowing figure of the INSPEC was beside me. Walking
rapidly toward us were four people. They seemed about five feet tall, each with a different tone color of hair and
skin. Their hair was uniform in length, just below their ears. Their
faces and bodies were those of active, athletic thirty year-olds, but
without bulging muscles. Two
were men and two were women. It was easy
to tell, because they wore no clothes. (Naked again, LM).
They have no need for clothes.
What about keeping warm? Or protection from the weather?
Each has an individual control system for that purpose.
I don't see anything.
It's all in the mind, as you would say.
I gather you have been here before.
That is so . . . in a manner of speaking.
The four approached and stood before us, smiling happily. They had
beautiful bodies, in perfect condition. I wondered
how we could communicate—what language they used. Could they
even see us?
One of the men took a step forward and nodded.
"Yes, we can see you,
Robert. And communication is easy. We will use your English. OK?"
The OK was what got to me. There was something wrong here. How would he
know American slang from the future?
"We absorbed it from your mind. No problem."
Then I noted that his lips had not moved, and saw the twinkle in his
eyes. We both laughed—mentally. I had found a
new friend who could read minds, probably every last bit of what I
thought or felt. From then on, all of the talk was
mental—thought transference, you might call it.
"This is a beautiful place," I began.
"The weather is very pleasant. We stir up a thunderstorm every
afternoon to clean off the leaves and provide water for
the plants."
"With lightning?"
"Yes, but we direct the intensity and where it will make contact. The
electrical charge is vital to all carbon-based life."
"And the wind . . . do you control the wind too?"
"The wind? Would you like it stronger?"
"No, it's all right . . . it's fine . . ."
He smiled broadly. "You are wondering what we eat."
"You all look well fed and healthy."
"Healthy?"
"No sickness or injuries, and so on."
"You come from a strange world! Do you really have difficulty
maintaining your physical body?"
"That is our major difficulty."
"How sad. Our history has a record of such problems many thousands of
years past."
"No bugs? No viruses? No one is killed or injured?"
"I understand what you are saying. The bugs and viruses work with us,
Robert. There is no conflict. As for being killed
. . . we stopped what you call dying long ago."
Thoughts and questions flooded my mind. One rose to the surface.
"Then you must control your . . . reproduction?"
"Oh yes. And as for the rest of that thought—we still enjoy
the ritual!"
"But no children . . . "
"We have many children. Would you like to meet some of them?" (they can create a body
without giving a birth, just by thought, LM)
"Yes, I would."
"I will call them."
A series of different whistles sounded in my head, like songs of birds,
almost a form of music. Out of the trees came several kinds of animals, large and small, all bounding up to the four
people, who rubbed and patted them. Some resembled cats, others were
reptilian, like small alligators and large snakes. Others were
monkey-like, and still others could have been deer, but with long manes
and tails. A swarm of huge bees surged out of a tree and made diving,
playful swoops past our group. Overhead, a pair of large, brilliant
green birds soared in circles, looking down at us. A small blue bird dropped down on my friend's shoulder and chirped in
his ear. He turned to me. "Our children."
"I would like to call my own animals children so easily."
"You will remember the
sound, and
with practice you can."
"Is all of the Earth like this? The
animals, I mean?"
"Only here in the valley. The rest is much what you would expect, from
reading your books. You know of the food chain system?"
"I do. So the animals die."
"Yes, in the natural order of events. So do these, our children. A
balance is achieved and we do not disturb it."
"Then what do you eat? Vegetables?"
"Eat? I will show you."
My friend turned to one of the females in the group, who stepped over
to a garden plot and scooped up what appeared to be simple black dirt. She brought a handful back and stood beside
us. Suddenly I knew what was going to happen.
"Would
you like some of
your favorite corn, silver queen, as you call it?"
I nodded. The girl stared at me intently, then put her other hand
palm-down over the handful of dirt, still holding me steadily in her gaze. I knew she was reading my mind. After a
moment, she lifted her hand and uncovered a pale-white and perfect miniature ear of corn. She held it out to me.
"He can't take it,"
said my friend. "He
doesn't have a physical body
with him."
I sensed the girl's laughter as she turned and tossed it to one of the
little brown fawns, who sniffed at it suspiciously. They do have laughter, I registered, so they must have emotion.
"We have experienced every emotion you can remember, Robert. We
treasure emotion, but it controls us only when we let it."
I felt an outflow of gratitude.
"We thank you for the warm welcome and
letting us visit you. It is very rewarding.
No conflicts, no anger, no competition . . . "
"We do have competition. But we never get so involved that we forget it
is a game."
I did not ask about love. There was no need to. The radiation from the
four of them was evidence enough. But there was a tinge of sadness mixed with excitement.
My friend smiled again.
"Your
visit is
well timed, for
we will be leaving very shortly. We have to adjust to be without our
valley and our children."
"Leaving? Why?"
"We received the Signal nearly a hundred years ago. We had waited
several thousand years for it, and it finally came."
"I don't understand."
"It is rather that you don't remember. You will, when it is time for
you and yours. We
have experienced and known all the
patterns of change in our part of this physical universe. We
have gone to the
stars and back, moving just the way you are
doing. We found nothing that we did not have here, nothing truly
new."
"I think I have it. You know there is more . . ."
"Perhaps that is one way of saying it. Another is . . . curiosity . . .
yes, curiosity."
"Yes! This has happened to me. But are all of you going?"
"Why would we leave anyone behind? Would you leave your hand, or even a
finger?"
"But where will you go?"
"The Signal will guide us."
"What is this Signal? Can you describe it?"
"It is made by arrangement."
"By arrangement with whom? Or what?"
"With one of us who went ahead. They all agreed to send us the special
Signal when it was time for us to follow. One finally
did so after these many years."
"He was . . . you are . . . like an explorer, looking for new worlds to
conquer."
"Not to conquer, Robert. To be in and to understand."
"How do you know where to go?" The questions kept flooding in.
"We
simply follow the
Signal."
"Are you receiving it now?"
"Oh yes. It has been with us continuously since we first perceived it."
"Why don't I perceive it too?"
"I do not know. Perhaps your attunement is different."
"You have waited so long. Why is that?"
"It was necessary to train our animal children to live without us. Now
that we have completed this, we are in the process of saying goodbye to
all of them. We cannot nor would we take
them with us."
I understood that it was time now for me to leave.
"I am glad that we came. Somehow, I think we shall meet again."
"We shall. I could tell you more . . . but that would, as you might
say, spoil the fun."
I waved farewell, and all four waved back as I began to lift off the
grass..."
(From
this extract you can guess that Robert came with that group of people
million years ago to start human life and the Planetary Game on Earth
and now he and myself are helping to move 500 millions of humans of
Violet vibration to the New non-physical Earth of 5th Level of
Consciousness!!! LM)
Humans
of 4th Level of Consciousnes of New Earth in the New Young Universe in the Future
This extract is from "Far
Journeys" by R.Monroe, chapter 15 "Promised Land", p. 205-219:
"(We
enjoy your human terms. Handle, as you use it, does not imply a point
of grasp for your physical appendage, but capability to act properly.
Therefore we do learn from you.)
I
still found it hard to imagine their learning anything of significant
value from me, but if THEY felt that way, fine.
(We
learn much of importance from and through you, Ashaneen.)...
(Yet
you would not know of it as a freedom if you had not experienced the
repression.)
Yes,
the comparative factor seems always to apply. Without it, perhaps there
can be no change or at least the awareness.
(At
this point, we believe you are ready for another awareness. You may now
appreciate the prospect of what you are attempting to perform in your
present time. It is not to state that you alone may bring into Earth
reality such prospect. Yours is but a small part of a whole that may
come into being, aided and supported by many, many others, who
contribute their small parts, just as you are doing. However, with your
effort in your present time, you can complete your portion and you can
return Home, only to return and share in the fruits of what you are
propounding when they have matured. These fruits are what we are about
to show you.)... (We
thought it might be important to you. We can show you this as an
observer, not as a participant.)
Even as I vibrated, I blanked. If THEY planned it, it must be something
big, but I couldn't read them as THEY did me. What .
(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.
(This possibility could be on 4th non-physical Level, sometime in 2012-2013, or, perhaps, in the New Physical
Universe with different Timeline! Also the book was written
before our Universe went into Shift of Consciousness in 1994, LM)
As you are now, you will
be a visitor.)
"Well! So that was it! I had made only a few visits into 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 back in a loop, and closed. This would be the
real rote, not the projections and imaginings of those looking at the
small trends which always . . .
("A
Physical Earth
Possibility" has been always a point of
contradiction for many readers, because below R. Monroe described his
travel to non-physical Earth and to his non-physical
Institute in Virginia, USA. "Far Journeys" was written in 1985 and it was too early for the Start
of the Universal Shift on 23d of March 1994. Robert Monroe and the
Inspec Friend didn't know what kind of Event and when this Event (the End of the Old Universe) would take place and how soon. He couldn't
write about it in
this book. But Alex Collier did write about it in 1996, after this Event started.
In his next book Robert Monroe only hinted about this Event (the
Shift), maybe even
wrote about the Shift, and if he did, then it was edited out, LM).
"...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 color, 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 reflection 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.
(Meaning
Humanity's Telepathic Communication and a Sparkling Ring of White Energy of Balance, LM).
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, silver 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
dingy. 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
color, 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.
p. 208, 209
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 all away!
(They are
there. They are fewer in number, but it was not an event that made it
so. What you perceive is by design.)
We began to move more 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 once 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 after 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 snowcaps 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 rocky 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, there they were coming up, still the
rolling, sandy, near-desert areas, where the oil came from.
I scanned
in all directions, and saw very symmetrical clusters of trees, but no
tanks, no pipelines, no pumping wellheads, 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 at this place? (Where the Monroe Institute
was, LM).
(It is their wish. They are expecting you.)
The INSPEC energy faded and I was alone. I seemed very physical as I
stood there. I could feel the sun on my face. Light, cool breezes
ruffled my hair. Hair? I wasn't supposed to have . . . They were
expecting me? I scanned in all directions, but with no ident, no, no,
there is one, and it's very, very familiar . . . over in the woods. I
turned and walked . . . walked? . . . that inferred legs. I looked down
and I did indeed have legs, very normal and very human, bare legs and
bare feet, and I could feel the grass in my toes as I walked. I touched
the rest of me as I headed for the large oaks, my body was physically
real and warm under my fingers. I glanced down, and it was my body as a
bean pole twenty-two years old. . . hah! No clothes! (Naked, LM).
210, 211
That's some kind of progress.
Now I could feel the soft wind against my body, the air in my lungs as
I breathed. It was the first time that I could remember that I
experienced a fully operational
physical body in this state of consciousness. But I don't see why I had
to go all the way back to a skinny six-foot, one-thirty-seven-pounder .
. . I reached the edge of the woods and started to enter, when I ran
into a barrier, something that threw me back into the field. I stopped
and looked, but my percept showed nothing. The familiar ident I
couldn't associate with anything was behind the barrier, so I tried
again. It gave a little, but no more—and the invisible force
itself was familiar yet I couldn't connect the ident and the barrier.
Something was missing.
(You can stay in the
grass and we will join you
there.)
No sound, it was NVC
(Non-Verbal
Communication, Telepathic, LM)! We made it! Humans did it! We made the
quantum jump from monkey chatter and all it implied! I was eager to
meet the welcoming committee, whoever they were. I didn't have to wait
but a moment. A man and a woman came out from under the trees and stood
in front of me. At least that nice polarity hadn't changed. Both
appeared to be in their late twenties, attractive, well formed (naked, LM),
skin a
suntan color, the man's hair light brown, the woman's dark. They smiled
as I inspected them. I opened.
(Well, I guess we
haven't changed as
much as I thought we would. Not physically, anyway.)
(Sorry about the mix-up, RAM.) The man rolled. (RAM stands for Robert
A. Monroe, LM).
(Your host forgot about the barrier, so we’re taking his
place.)
I blanked. (You must know me with that RAM stuff.) The man warmed.
(Yeh!)
(And you're sure a familiar one to me. The ident is fuzzy. The
way it comes out I know it's not right.)
The man vibrated and rolled. (Not in a thousand years would you believe
it! It's more than a thousand, so now you better believe it!)
I had a bright flashing percept, and I didn’t believe it.
(BB)
BB rolled. (Who else!)
I turned inward and found the rotes that had percepts on the barrier,
where it had repelled me before, and I knew who my host was to have
been.
(That's AA back in the trees.) BB opened wide. (He was sure eager to
meet you in person. He was so eager he forgot about the barrier. But
he's getting percepts.)
(Does he know what the barrier is?)
BB smoothed. (Yeh, he knows. But he told me you have to find out for
yourself.)
I turned to the woman, no longer able to resist the enormous pull she
knowingly or unknowingly was exerting upon me ... her smile told me it
was the former, but she was closed tightly and I respected the signal.
Like BB's, her ident was strong, far stronger . . . but it was fuzzy.
How could I forget such a vital, important . . . Her smile was
mischievous. (You don't.)
(Well, what do you want to know first?) BB cut in. (I could run you my
rote but it might not be what you want.)
I
turned to BB. (Exactly what year is it?)
(Year?
Oh . .
. time. They gave up that kind of measuring somewhere after they
reached the 3000 mark. Didn't need it anymore. What next?)
I flickered. (Where are we? I know from the way we traveled on our
approach that we’re just inside the United States near the
coastline.)
BB smoothed. (AA thought this would be where you would like to come
first. Not the United States any longer. No states or countries
anywhere. Don't need them. But you ought to get a percept on this
particular place.)
I turned and scanned around me. It was familiar. The knoll where we
were standing, the rising tiers of blue-tinted ridges to the west . . .
Blue ridges! The percept was total. How many times before had I stood
on this very knoll and looked to the west, had made the stairway of
rounded hills my launching chute, the flood of living human experience
I had attached to this spot, this site . . . the
houses, fences, buildings, roads, all
were gone. The lake. The lake was still there. And trees,
so many more
trees and of varieties I had never seen before, and to the east, there
was ... water. Water where once was a four-lane highway, water
stretching off into the horizon.
(We call it Virginia Bay for old times' sake. Part of the ocean.)
BB was very smooth. (You always yelled about the law of change. Some of
us hibe here also for old times' sake.)
I blanked. (Hibe?)
212, 213
The
woman opened ever so slightly. (We store our favorite human bodies here
under the oak trees until we need them.) (Which is not too often,) BB
added.
I turned inward. Hibe . . . hibernation. Sure, why not? Simply a vast
improvement on the old OOBE pattern. But to leave it lying around under
an oak tree . . .
(We put a super Reball around it,) the woman responded, smiling. (It's
so tight not even a virus can get through, so certainly it won't be
bothered by ticks, mosquitoes, or anything larger.)
The rote was building fast. "Reball," short for resonant energy
balloon, which we were clumsily trying to generate, with mixed success,
an energy field around the body to shield and protect, back when. And
there are still ticks, mosquitoes, viruses, and bears no doubt.
BB grinned. (No doubt at all.)
I looked at him. (What did you mean, not too often?)
BB swung to the woman. (You tell him.)
The woman opened somewhat wider, and I could feel the attractive
radiation diminish, and I knew it was deliberate. I also was sure she
knew I would not attempt any further percept of her, if that was the
way she wanted it. At least that hadn't changed either. Women still
like to be mysterious.
(Not too often is about twice a week, more or less.) She smoothed,
watching my reaction. She got one. I blanked.
(All three of us here in human physical on the same day is quite
unusual,) she went on, enjoying every moment. (We did it just to meet
you.)
I smiled. (I appreciate it, believe me.)
(Remember how you used to say . . .) She laughed, then started again.
(You were always saying we are more than our physical bodies. Now it's
the other way around. You, I mean we keep telling the new ones they are
more than their energy selves.)
I turned inward. This was more than I had ever contemplated, but one
thing hadn't changed. One answer led to a hundred other questions. I
needed to start at . . .
(You want your usual baseline. Well, we are still human beings, or
beings being human. I guess?) She looked at BB, who simply shrugged.
That was unusual. AA must have instructed him to let the woman do the
talking— correction: communicating. I tried another
direction.
(On the way in, I didn't see a single house or building, no roads,
nothing to show that man was here or ever had been, no cities,
factories, aircraft, cars. How come?)
BB laughed. (You didn’t look very hard.)
The woman glowed. (Isn’t it beautiful?)
I was smoothing more. (I can understand how you can sleep under the
trees in weather like this, but how about winter? You still have to
keep warm.)
(The Reball takes care of that) she answered. (It keeps an air
temperature layer all around the physical, just whatever you want it to
be.)
(How about food? You have to eat.)
She held out her arms in front of her body, level with her shoulders,
palms upward. She closed her eyes and stood quietly. After a few
moments, she lowered her arms, opened her eyes again.
(That gives this body enough energy for at least a week.) She sighed
contentedly. (The
Sun Energy as food, LM).
I flickered. (You mean you don't get to taste food anymore, real food?)
(Oh, that. Sure.) BB got into the act again. He reached down, scooped
up a handful of red loam from between the grass roots. (What'll you
have? Wild rice? That's my favorite.)
I watched, fascinated . . . decided to go with the game. (No, uh . . .
Silver Queen.)
BB blanked. (Silver Queen? What kind of . . .)
(Here, I'll do it.)
The woman took the dirt from BB, cupped it in her
right hand, and stared at it intently. The dirt began to bubble and
boil, changing color, re-formed into a small full-kerneled mature ear
of white corn. She handed it to me and I took it. It was hot to the
touch. I carefully put it up to my mouth, took a bite. It was Silver
Queen, the sweetest corn I ever tasted, with the freshness of just
being picked. It even had melted butter, no, oleo dripping from it. I
looked at the woman as I chewed avidly. She smiled knowingly. If she
kept leaking percepts, I'd have her ident whether I wanted to or not
and she wouldn't have her secret. I handed her the corn, and she bit
into it. We both chewed and tasted.
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I
swallowed, wondering where the corn went when I did so. It didn't
matter, so I smoothed. (All right, you’ve convinced me. What
about no roads, no transportation? Suppose we wanted to go to Japan.
That's not within walking distance.)
BB grinned. (Why, we just pull a skip, that's all. Short version, of
course. Why Japan?)
(I noticed some very unusual patterns of growing things there when we
came in.)
The woman smiled. (It's very lovely, isn't it?)
(First stop, Japan.) BB turned toward the woods, and the woman
followed. (We'll be right back.)
I watched as they disappeared into the grove of oaks. I
stood there waiting,
mulling over the strange mixture of physical and other energies that
was now earth life.
I found I was unable to determine where one began and the other left
off. There was no longer a sharp dividing line. Was it all like this?
(All ready?)
I turned and there was BB and the woman standing beside me. They
seemed different,
lighter.
(We had to drop off the bodies.)
I suddenly remembered. (No tricks, BB.)
BB rolled. (No chance. She's handling the ident. You and I just play
follow-the-leader after her.) I focused intently on BB, and stretched.
CLICK!
We were hovering over a rolling landscape, at about ten thousand feet.
Directly below us was what seemed to be the center of a lotus blossom,
the outermost petals in magnificent glowing colors spreading out in all
directions for five or six miles. Beyond these were descending tones of
green, from the very light of a fresh new leaf to the rich dark of the
lower tropical rain forest. She and BB were beside me.
The woman vibrated. (This is one of the nicest.)
I could see why. I opened. (Who did this?)
(A group who wanted the area to give a percept of the beauty that began
here. It was in existence when I came. Now others just take
care
of it.)
I got a clean, clear percept. (The rest of the world, the earth, is it
all like this?)
(It has been restored to its original ecological balance, the way it
was before humans upset it so severely. It's all back together again,
every tree, every plant, every animal . . . all of it.)
(Plus a few improvements,) BB put in.
(But it's not all laid out in huge gardens such as this.)
I focused on the woman.
(Only a small part,) she came back. (The rest is made up of forests,
woodlands, pastures, and prairies. Even the desert areas
haw been
restored.)
My percept had been quite clear. Humans had taken over Mother Nature's
work—with a few improvements. I didn't need to ask the hows
of
it. The rote of the woman converting dirt into an ear of fresh sweet
corn said it all. If a human could do that ... I had to complete it. I
was sure of the answer before I asked.
(Suppose we wanted to walk around down there. I mean in a physical
body.) I smoothed carefully. (How could we do it?) The woman vibrated.
(I'm sure there are any number of bodies under those beautiful cherry
blossoms.)
I pressed. (We each could take over one, just like that?)
(Yes, of course.)
I had to know. (Suppose they all were already occupied . . . so to
speak.)
BB couldn't stay out of it. (We 'd make some new ones.
Doesn’t take long. You want to go down?)
I flickered. (No, no, not yet anyway. But what about the physical
bodies you left under the oak trees? Can just anyone occupy those if
they want to?)
BB rolled. (Sure, why not?)
Why not? That took some fast adjustment. Then
I pulled out the rote from back when, where others had occupied the
physical bodies of our volunteers in the laboratory, communicated
verbally, activated other portions of said body, including playing the
piano ... all without any wear and tear, or concern . . . why not!
The woman was smoothed at BB. (I don't get the percept he's ready.)
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(Sure he is,) BB came back. (He's a big boy now. It would give him the
whole rote in one gulp. Have so much fun it would blow him
away!)
(Let's go back to the dorm first, as AA planned,) she came back easily.
(Then maybe go from there.) I opened. (Do I have a choice in this?)
She rolled. (Of course you do.)
I smoothed, holding back the vibration. (Let's do what she indicates.
I've had too much experience with your fun, BB. No offense.)
BB rolled. (Sure, sure.)
The woman turned to me. (Close tightly.)
I did.
CLICK!
We were floating amid thousands upon thousands of white sparkling forms (our Higher Selves, LM),
each animated and vibrating. At first, the brightness and radiation was
so overwhelming I was sure I would have to push the panic button or
scream for my INSPEC friend. Then it lessened, and I felt the warm
sense of understanding entering from all external points of me. I knew
the forms had deliberately diverted their radiation, whatever it was,
away from me so it conformed to my level of tolerance. I wondered how I
must ident to them . . . probably a dull gray piece of fog.
(Welcome to the dorm of the renovated super-human school of compressed
learning!)
The ident was BB, no mistaking that.
(AA decided "dorm " was the best term to use. I have no percept what a
dorm is.)
I caught the smooth yet vague ident of the woman on the other side of
me. She was bright and sparkling exactly as all the others. I knew she
was human—or did I?—so must be all of the other sparkling forms
(our Higher Selves, LM), I opened as much as I
could. (What's this place?)
(You passed it when you entered earth.)
As she sent it to me, I immediately got the flash of the sparkling
ring.
(This is our reference point until we decide to . . .) She trailed off
and closed.
I tried to smooth. (Decide to do what?)
She opened slightly. (I, uh . . . graduate.)
I let that one rest for the moment. (What do you do in the meantime?)
She rolled lightly. (Well, for
one, we make and gather . . . what did
you call it? . . . loosh. Like honeybees. Or Guernsey cows. Only now we
know what we’re doing and why, and we’re happy to
do it.)
I turned inward and closed. This one I did understand, but the vastness
of the change was near-unbelievable. But I was here, and the evidence
was all around me. The interstate to freedom. I opened again. (What
else do you do?)
She
lighted
smoothly. (Experience Earth Consciousness. Not just in physical human
form—remember we could only feel part of it, just a part? Now
we
go through it completely, from the smallest unicellular life up,
millions of different life cycles, most of which we were unaware of as
only physical humans. Even the physical earth itself has an active
consciousness.)
(I
am sure "Matrix 5" author wouldn't like the idea to have an experience
of a cell or anything else. It's not difficult to guess from reading
his books, LM).
I let that one go by, too, because I couldn't resist the
follow-up. (The natural food chain process, it still exists and you
experience it? From beginning to end?)
She came back gently. (It's an important part of the learning process.
We couldn’t make loosh without it.)
(Hey, RAM!) BB could stay out of it no longer. (Some change, huh? No
more haze, no more M Band noise, no more locked-in rings! Want me to
show you around?)
I turned to the woman, but she didn't respond, so I took that to mean
it was all right. Also, she had closed. Evidently she wanted to keep
her secret, and with a little more of her ident leaking, she wouldn't
have any secret. I followed BB. (Lead on, old buddy.)
We moved easily through the sparkling forms (our Higher Selves, LM),
and I hooked on to BB's ident to keep from getting lost. I could feel
the radiation ease back in front of me, providing a pathway, so to
speak, of low-level energy that I could tolerate. I
was surprised when, passing various forms, a spark would fly out and
touch me. In the sparks were spoken words that I heard very clearly . .
. Hello, Bob. Hi, Robert . . . But I couldn't get an ident on any of
them. Finally, BB stopped. In front of us was the First
Entry.
Station. It appeared much the same. There was a large cluster of gray
forms hovering around it.
(Lot of changes.) BB smoothed. (But you wouldn’t notice them
if you didn’t know better.)
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I ventured, (Such as?)
(Heavy cutback on the survival imprint, for one.) BB rolled. (You
remember that lecture you gave me, complete with living illustrations
in the old rings? You'd be amazed at the difference that one change
made.)
I opened. (I am.)
BB blanked, then went on. (Yeh, well, another thing is a solid
prebriefing and training before entry, especially as to continuing
contact during physical sleep cycles.)
I blanked. (But you don't even sleep here, do you?)
(No, don't need to.) Then he lighted. (Oh, yeh, that's the other point.
These
first-timers go back before the changes
as their first entry point, some of them almost back when humans first
began being human. They take one human physical life cycle and one
only, and come back here and join in. No repeaters, just one-timers.)
I turned inward, then opened. (Is this
one-timer pattern going on back where I came from?)
BB lighted. (Oh, sure.)
I flickered. (I haven't had a percept on that taking place.)
BB smoothed. (Sure, you have.)
I blanked. (How?)
(That last outer ring, remember? Didn’t come near the
repeater department? Just went up and faded out?)
I flickered again. (But they were the ones going home.)
BB vibrated triumphantly. (Well?)
I turned inward and closed. The whole thing was getting out of hand, or
better, out of my mind-set, beyond my ability to absorb and understand
instantly. And BB was pulling at me.
(Come on, RAM.) He vibrated. (Let's live it up, let's have some fun.)
I flickered. (Fun? Well, I don't know, your idea of fun . . .)
(Just usual stuff, I guarantee it. Things we do every day down there.
Also, I got a hard rote from, uh, AA as to what to show you and what
not to.)
I scanned beyond the gray forms around the Entry Station and into the
sparkling lights (our
Higher Selves, LM) beyond. (Where is AA now? I never get a
good ident on him.)
BB indicated behind us. (He's back there. That barrier thing won't let
him come closer. But I'll bet he's going to follow us. You
ready? Just
short skips, that's all.)
I felt much more confident, with that small
percept. I reached out and stretched, holding on his ident."
Human Thoughts Energy Ball, picture taken over Elliott Heads river
(Australia) on 10 Jan 2009
(a bit out of focus)
