From The Deepest Darkest Corner

The old sage was watching us from the shadows; but we did not see him. Behind him, a group of zone shifters observed us and the old sage as we focused on Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant.

High above the plant, unseen by mankind, a beautiful array of light-forms took positions around the quantum space fields. Our group had vectored in from quadrant 2113. We were observing the series of blowouts and the devastating consequences to the Earth. The light-forms took the strain and vectored the stress onto a neutral level. The worst of the radiation dispersed; but there was still enough 3D contamination around to destroy many lives... too many lives...

We brought the golden disk into place and positioned the harmonics between 3D space and sub-space. In our time Fukushima came to be known as, "the time heaven came to Earth". We had to stay focused .. to do what we can to help.

Too many lives echoed in my ears...

In 2011 Earth humans still did not understand the basics of interplanetary travel and its relationship to the soul. The lights-of-beings across the dimensions of space-time are the seeds of the universe floating in a sea of love. The human soul is a time-traveller surfing the infinite oceans of cosmos.

Our team got ready to intervene. Some of us had worked at the Fukushima Daiichi plant in 2011 when the water pipes snapped in the earthquake, some had lost their lives as a direct result of the radiation. This intervention was 'personal' but our people remained calm and focused.

We picked up the vector radiations and shifted them. Too many lives on the periphery of this disaster for us to lose our focus now... Tan Che had lost his life in the disaster. With a big smile he waved us a thumbs up.
"Let's pick this one up," he said.

Tan Che had trained most of his life for this 2011 correction.
The disk swooped down and altered the time vector.
Earth was not going to 'end' this time around ...

From the deepest darkest corner the old sage watched us with no sign of emotion. If we failed he and his friends would burn up in the aftermath of multiple level reality meltdown's. We only perceived his presence in the few seconds where our laughter revealed that we had succeeded in our mission.

I turned my head to see the cloaked form of a medium hight Caucasian male hovering in the twilight zone between the worlds. He and his friends had taken the wrong path. They sought unrestricted power and all for the wrong reasons. We had recovered the Daiichi disaster by 2113; but the old sage had worked the last thousand years to recover his sanity again.

We travelled back in time to Fukushima Daiichi as he travelled back in time to us... It was our laughter that caused his tension to melt away. He was free, at last. He nodded slightly in gratitude and took a deep breath as he disappeared into an oval portal of indigo light. A bright twinkle of realisation sparked from the portal as it closed behind him.

What was the thought that freed him?

The elite and the masses are one and the same. The elite does not like to think it is part of the masses and the masses do not like to think they are part of the elite. The head, the body and the tail are fragmented and at war. The mind is divided and in conflict with itself. The casualties of war are all parties. They are all at war with themselves.

I laughed when I realised the past, the present and the future are one. The Zen Masters laughed because they are the totality of themselves across the illusion of space time. I awaken myself and myself awakens me...

From the deepest darkest corner the light shines brightest of all.

Across Millions of Years

The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe... their objective was to focus on the primordial growth of the planet...

The atmosphere of Mars had been destroyed in Solar System Sol. A system floating on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy and part of the Reptilian, Syrian, Nordic, Lyran wars... Maldek had exploded, leaving a scattered trail of debris orbiting Sol... Venus was under siege and the Earth was under the pressure of Reptilian fear and oppression.

Renegade dimensional men-in-black seeking refuge on Earth 2012, fled as the underground Reptilians sought to consolidate two thousand years of control - they thought! Mental illness and psychic instability is not only a human disease.

Interstellar Nordics and Pleiadians - working with the guidance - were weaving powerful orgone fields across millions of years... something totally beyond the comprehension of the paranoid Reptilians.

Levels of Reptilian-human contamination on Earth had reached critical levels as the Indigo children arrived. The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe...

It is never easy to clean a planet of contamination - nuclear or otherwise.

The ancient cultivators of planets and planetary systems worked over billions of years, in the same way a farmer works each year to cultivate his fields.. only the first cultivators on Earth were female.

For some reason the Reptilians felt drawn to high levels of control, leading to perversion and single minded obsession. Dead planets and floating asteroid fragments orbited suns that stood in the way of the Reptilian disease.

They would never defeat the Master Builders... but they could not comprehend this simple fact!

It was beyond the comprehension of the powerful and violent Reptilian overlords that those who do not use power are able to carry out their 'plan' in incomprehensible ways. When a violent race can destroy planets and solar systems with exaggerated use of their knowledge, it is usually the case that they cannot comprehend a more powerful non-use of the same power.

The Master Builders were architects of nebula, suns, planets, solar systems and galaxies. Avoiding conflict and excelling in healing and unbelievable transformations in matter, they continued with their vision no matter what...

Throughout the universe, across galaxies, within Solar Systems, inside planets .. the Master Builders cast their children like seeds on a fertile soil. We grew where they cast us, because deep within our hearts their light shone brightest of all.

The young man and the young woman were born on Earth; but they could have been born anywhere in the universe... within galaxies, across planets, inside planets as well as on their surface, deep in the oceans and high in the winds... the children of the future wove their blue orgone web of life.

In The Future ...

Have you ever watched yourself cross the prairies of quantum dimensions ... or cross the ice flows of infinite particle space ... to end up somewhere in the future where connections to your past journeys define who you are and what you know?

Way far ahead of us .. you can just about see the trail they left. Their fossilised footprints showing us the route they took and the way they built their societies in order to design their future.

The 15,000 year old skeletal remains of a 35 year old indigenous male was, in reality, the remains of a much older inhabitant of Earth making his way into the future .. carving his journey with tools of flint and a mind of crystal.

The indigenous male looked back in time at the small team gently scraping away at the red sandy earth covering his bones and the bones of his family. His tracks covered a long and winding trail far into the future landscape of quantum space. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers across the flat surface of the obsidian blade. Even living within his space orbit survey station he loved to carry with him the ancient artifact of his ancestors.

In the future, tall and beautiful symmetrical crystal mountains were the preferred habitations of highly cultured human inhabitants of Earth. African, Arabian, Chinese, Indian, Native American, Tibetan, Celtic, Sea Dwellers and Sky People inhabitants looked back across the bridge of time observing the trail they left across the sandy shores of the past.

Outside of these beautiful crystal mountain habitations, above the capsules of the sea people, below the cloud dwellings of the sky people indigenous cultures lived in a pristine wilderness.

Not all indigenous inhabitants were born outside the three cultures of crystal, cloud and sea. Their culture's paleontologists, geologists and trackers often returned to the living experiment spreading its roots across the mystery of time and space.

The crystal mountain people, the sea people and the cloud people were so advanced technologically that they could easily leave the Earth and travel or live on other dimensions .. the indigenous inhabitants were also this advanced ..

The attraction to leave the highly structured civilizations of the future worlds and exist within the Earth's pristine wilderness, just as our ancestors did, was the ability to learn to travel across time and space without physical technology.

Far advanced of the crystal mountains, the sky people and the sea people you will see the enduring trail of the people of the mind leaving their tracks for those who will follow .. into the future.

Walking Dry River

I met my friend Walking-Dry-River in the mountains. This was the early seventies... I was twelve years old. Strange ways said I had a spirit-knowledge particle following me around and so I could go to a place and know things. Perhaps Walking-Dry-River saw this and decided to give me his story.

In the Highlands of Alba everywhere you looked there was water and everything was green. Water was falling down the rocks and crevices, it was soaking into the peat, it was dripping from the rocks... even the stones looked wet. You walked beside one of those rivers and you knew water was life.

One day I happened to find a path of stones and shale all winding like a snake and buried deeper into the landscape. There were lots of trees and bogs around, so what made that old river dry up? The winding pebbles and stones looked like old bones of a river whose waters once moved swift and brought life all the way down its path.

That was when Walking-Dry-River first appeared in my life. He was a warrior and medicine man. On his head was the skull of a bison and by his side was a hickory staff. These were ancient storm energies, manifesting strong wind and driving rain.

It seemed strange that Walking-Dry-River was carrying such power and yet his path was stony dry riverbeds. He did not say much, he just watched me walking along thinking about where the water had gone and why the old river bed was dry.

"The water is under the ground," he said at some point. I stopped and looked at him.

How did he know what I was thinking? How does he know where the water has gone? "I don't see it underground," was all I said.

I went back to following the dinosaur snaking trail of the riverbed. I could walk on the paths of great waters because the river was dry. How many millions of years might a river live before it dies?

"The water went underground way back up there," he pointed, "it is now very deep, flows another way."

I stopped to look at him, an ancient relic in a modern time. People today would laugh at Walking-Dry-River. They would ask him, "Where is your power?"

He would probably answer, "It's gone underground.. way back there.."

I sat down on an old grey stone and looked at Walking-Dry-River. Behind him was a subtle mirage of red canyons. He looked like he had come through a time portal whose doors remained open waiting for him to return.

I did not ask him what he meant. That is why Strange Ways said I had a spirit-knowledge particle following me around, I did not have to ask him what he meant, because I would find out.

By 2010 there were a lot of places once rich in water, whose rivers were now dried bone serpents and all those places had people clinging to those arteries of life. The greatest and most powerful serpents of the world were fading into the rocks and sand. With their demise the flesh of the rivers: birds, animals, insects, fish, plants and humans were fading with them.

I sat on the old grey lichen covered rocks and I looked back at Walking-Dry-River. Sometimes it can take a quiet mind many years to truly understand why things happen the way they do.

People may have asked Walking-Dry-River, "Where is your power of lightning, rain and wind?"

Having lost the wisdom themselves they are never around to find the right answer. They also disappeared - long ago - with the rivers... way back down that long dusty trail.

The Sign

He was never part of this world, he never would be...

From the golden pinnacle of a slender crystal mountain, he surveyed the landscape far below him.

The Netherworld pulsed in fragmentary cycles and no one in the real world noticed its existence... People wandered the surface of their own beautifully rich landscape with unseeing eyes. They did not see the faded pulse of the Netherworld encroaching on their space, and they did not see their own incredible island ... of light ... in the middle ... of darkness.

The encroaching pulse quickened and slowed, its cycles were erratic. The Netherworld presence was growing weak. The shadow forms were afraid, uncertain, powerless. In their efforts to take on human form, they had not understood the basic nature of the world they sought to dominate.

Ghost emotions are the illusions that arise when Netherworld presence meets truth. Desperate, hungry, devoid... grabbing at strands of energy floating around the edge of the Vortex that creates an aura around life forms... The intruding shadow forms were shaking in a strange way as the central sun began to rise above the horizon. They could not see the rising sun.

The shadow beings could not feel the central sun's real world presence. All they could sense was a vibratory shaking as the real world began to fade into a ghostly form before them. The vibratory shaking sounded like FEAR.

The singular weapon they had used against humans was taking form inside them and shaking the shadow forms apart. The Netherworld was solidifying around them, the real world was fading from their grasp.

The Master looked back into the Earth culture's fragile roots... Faer, fyr, fuir, fire... danger... That was how it felt when the Celtic tribes first moved through the blazing time vortex, circling before them like a galaxy of fire.
"Faer!" muttered the voices.
When they came out the other side...

"Teine!"
The Gaelic voice uttered back across the aeon of space time.

The Master of The Vortex hesitated and looked back at a small gathering of people on a remote shore not so far from here...

"Fear is time," said Krishnamurti to a gathering of... who knows who they were?
Dressed in modern clothes, they seemed to be frozen... "Teine!" It was not the real world fading into shadow form, it was the separation of forms as the Netherworld lost its footing in the light. He stood silently watching the process from a plateau overlooking all frequencies.

The Ancient Ones had decided not to fight... What are 12,000 years to the Masters of Reality... They gazed ahead to the rising of the Central Sun, deciding not to disturb their seed. Leave it hidden in the earth. Their time will come... The decision was made...

The Master cast his gaze to an Island of Light far below. A blue orb guardian with a golden disk was watching over his friend. Distinct vibrations were converging, their colours of light merging, crossing and leaving forms behind. It was all about vibration...

Essential form taken from "EarthBrother"
on it's journey into the future...

Healers of Form

We had to clear the area...

Deep below the rock a schism had formed. The psychic scan showed that humans had forced the wound through some kind of anti-magic. We scanned back and found the group responsible.

A dark low density reptilian form had overlaid itself on what had once been a powerful light harmonic. This was a parasitic force, draining and feeding from the lowest point of the human psyche. It worked both ways - the parasitic human behaviour of those attracted to the location matched the astral entity rooted into the ancient Keltic settlement.

First the Roman Empire had destroyed the settlement, and later the elite had called the astral form from its low-density vibration, superimposing it on the material landscape. There it hid, for hundreds of years, feeding and strengthening the corrupting frequency that held mankind enslaved to its path.

We were a loose group of rebels, shifting in and out of the time location we had used to evade the disruption of earth. The serpent beings in our group were surprised to see the low density reptile take form. Not all serpent beings are dark, and they don't necessarily like each other.

Tzolkin and Bezhelah wanted to go straight in and destroy it; but our commander signalled his disapproval... and we all fell back to observe the creature taking form before us.

Athamheh moved forward and crouched to the ground, searching for a local point to scan for the reptilian's field parameters. The creature hesitated, hanging for a moment in a haze of dark sulphur that rose from the ground like smoke from a magic lantern gone wrong.

"It's not living," she said.

The Nordic commander of our group projected blue orgone orbs around the location and we began blasting the area with high intensity radiance. The dark projection wavered and weakened. The apparently solid form rippled into a grey-green steam. We continued to blast. The reptilian form was a projection, an illusion.

As the local area began to suck in Aether from the earth's magnetic field the dark apparition faded and dispersed. In its place a halo of light grew in intensity. The interdimensional fracture in the rock below closed and healed.

A bright figure began to emerge as the dark cloud dispersed into the night air. Cloaked in robes of light, hooded, with the antlers of a stag, the original force had returned. His antlers had become a symbolic crown of thorns, as the distortion took hold of the psyche of mankind. The light was made dark, the truth was cloaked in lies.

They drew on the darkest, lowest vibration - itself a slave to the thoughts of living beings who would give it semi-material form on the surface of the planet. The disorder of man became entangled in the low-density vibration, and the two came to depend on each other for life and form.

The figure of light faded into the local field as we withdrew into our own dimension zone. The planet was transforming itself quicker than we had first realised.

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Neutral Zones Observation

From world to world, across multi-universes, the basic T^T rules are the same. Energy conversion and energy conservation. The higher the frequency, the higher the conversion and conservation of energy. A unique being who lives for thousands of years, is essentially optimally conserving and converting energy.

Independent Time^Travellers quickly learned the Art [Alchemy] of Energy=NoThing.

The science of connecting inner navigation with the totality of oneself across space and time requires a deeper understanding of the nature of ego-self and its uses [misuses] of power.

Sequoia trees have grown on the earth across thousand years span cycles, because their energies are pure, they have not been corrupted by the toxic pollution created from the psychic instability of man. Their roots are in the old world (not this world), and they draw from that purity. These silent Zen Masters are removed from the creatures crawling around on the land surface below, struggling to control each other, while they cut down a few old trees.

It can be that T^Travellers enter and leave highly egoistic worlds, where ego is defined as the personal use of power (in non-intelligent ways). Is there an intelligent way to mis-use power? -- Don't use it !! '- )

Krishnamurti jokes aside. Independent Time^Travellers were able to navigate the turbulence creates by power[obsessed]mind zones, and some even surf those zones in the same way Californians love to surf really big and dangerous waves. As a Time^Traveller you have to know what you are doing or you get crushed.

Psychic obsession power waves are far more destructive to earth-crawlers than natural waves in deep space or in the oceans. Quantum magnetic waves will push aside but not destroy the wave surfers. Whereas psychic obsession waves will destroy physical mass and psychic mass inside the operating zone [the human mind].

For this reason Atlantean Masters left behind a Zen code of practice.

Independent Time^Travellers use these codes to navigate the free movement of energy, as opposed to restricted [personal power]. For a Time^Traveller personal power is the most dangerous and deceptive current. You just don't don't sail into those currents, because they will suck you under.

This returns us to the equation: Energy=NoThing. It is pure Zen.

Independent Time^Travellers navigate outside of attachment and personal gain, because what you gain you lose. This quantum law kind of cancels out gain. Having lost what you gained the next level of deterioration is aggression, because you lost it [equals psychological attachment] you wont let go. There you have the undercurrent - one of many - swirling in deceptive ways around the hidden rocks of ego and personal power.

Inside the neutral zones T^T Teachers would say: "It is not the individual, but the obsession - when the obsession becomes the individual - that power spin loops back and distorts reality."

Singularity Portals

T^Traveller awareness cannot be squashed into a narrow cave dweller existence. A Time^Traveller has to be able to distinguish between the paradigm illusion of the current surround-sound echo and the Intelligence Singularity Portal. I just made that up ;-)

Of course, one cannot be a T^Traveller and be part of the matrix...

As a traveller of Singularity Portals, it is essential that you do not allow the thought based self-indulgent mind to overwhelm your creativity and intelligence.

During public Talks at Brockwood Park, Krishnamurti would ask: Are you being swamped by the world when you leave here? Your sensitivity being destroyed?

Something was happening in the lives of ordinary people that destroys their creative spirit.
J. Krishnamurti was the number one T^Travel navigator of cosmic consciousness.

So, what do you do not to get swamped?

It depends on whether you are prepared to compromise your Singularity Portal for common worthless trash, or whether you have a Rainbow Warrior Spirit to soar like an eagle - a lonely existance - far above the insanity of this present world.

Our T^T ancestors died for their loneliness. They refused to enslave themselves to the corrupt Empire of Self .. Pay attention and you will understand .. Look here -- and listen!

Where you stand now is always at the center of your existence...