Prehistoric Soul Flint

The sharp white edge of the prehistoric flint blade glinted in the sunlight against the red clay. The tall man pushed back the leather brim of his wide hat. Kneeling down in the clay, he cleared the edges of earth from the clean edge of the flint .. it was still sharp .. his mind shifted back in time to his hand forming the white edge of the stone blade. Sunlight flashed against his eyes .. In another .. life?

How many lives does it take to remember your own soul?

The man eased the long white flint from the soft clay. How many lives does it take to remember your own soul? .. The sun caught the edge of the flint as he finished knapping its prehistoric edge .. the sunlight split the edge of his hat as he pulled the ancient flint from the clay.

Silently, without movement, as sharp as the flint blade, as bright as the sunlight - the man's soul felt the prehistoric tool maker pull his flint knife from the clay .. and the two were one.

When you cut the fine edge of your Neolithic tools, did you see yourself pull the ancient flint tool from the Earth, tip back your hat and turn your head slightly to shade your eyes from the shaft of sunlight? Was it you who drew those lines on the cavern walls of your ancestors? Did you look for and discover the cave drawings your ancestors etched for you, on the flint-edge of your soul?

The man gently cleaned the red clay from the perfect blade. Did he feel the sunlight illuminate the tear, or did he wipe only the sweat from his brow? He wiped the red clay from the sharp edged white flint and his soul remembered only this moment - together.

Sacred Stream Blue Flint Knife

The sun was low on the horizon, birds were singing in the small wood nearby and as the last rays of the sun glinted on the surface of the stream - I saw the blade. For thousands of years curving fine lines of sand and clay hid the blue flint blade from the eyes of those who catch the fish today. The voices of the Arapaho children and the awareness of the Native people no longer danced on the water or tested the roots of the trees at the water's edge.

Maybe it was the blue colour at the edge of the sand that cut the first line to my eye, and then to my brain, and then to my hand as I pressed my fingers below the surface of the steam and pulled at the stone below. It could have been the laughter I heard echoing behind as the angle of the voices hit the stream and caused the water to change its flow. Just in that moment the sunlight reflected on the edge of the flint in the same moment it reflected on the edge of my eye .. who knows how it all came about .. who knows where the ghost laughter came from in that frozen moment in time.

I pulled the leaf shaped blue flint blade from the sand and the water.

As the sun set the air became suddenly cooler.

I looked at the blade. It was still sharp. The people were gone, but the blade was still sharp. Arapaho wóosóó3 ni means arrowhead or flint .. toxu'éíhi vai to be sharp .. hiisíís na is the Sun .. koho'ówu' ni a small stream .. nec ni is water.

Arapaho noo3 vta - to abandon or leave behind.

"noo3 vta toxu'éíhi vai wóosóó3 ni, nec ni, hiisíís na" - to leave behind the sharp flint, water and the sun .. and that is what I found again as I pulled the long blue flint blade out of the fine sand and the clay. The flint, the water and the sun were still sharp.

Obsidian Secrets of The Sacred Archetypal Knives

The sword in the stone .. ancient obsidian knives sharper than a modern surgeons scalpel and the earliest folding knives of the ancient Celtic tribes...

We were scientists from the future, studying layers of rock embedded with obsidian knife blades and flint arrowheads .. at a time where dinosaur bone fossils were layered above our find. We would enter the historic zone, making sure that our immediate physical presence would go unnoticed, as we quickly scanned the area for signatures of our past.

Quantum field laser extraction would allow us to quickly isolate and remove valuable spear points, arrowheads and stone blades, before returning to our original space-time local. The importance of these early tools were highly regarded in our society. Those of you living in the 21st Century cannot imagine how important these tools are .. 'The Archetypal Knives' ..

11 February 2010 - We saw them enter our time zone, extract the flints and blades, and elegantly disappear from our Remote Viewing team with the use of superior cloaking techniques. We did not know where they came from (other than it was our future), and we were unable to locate the coordinates of the entry and exit fields. It was a subtle intrusion into our time zone with an even more subtle extraction of elements from the earth, before they returned to their own local. Our experienced team of Remote Viewers were unable to follow or locate them beyond that.

"This is their third intrusion since the beginning of the year. Why are they picking up flints?"

"I have no idea," I answered. "Have our scan team go out and see what they can find there." It was already late afternoon as I walked back to the resting area, set aside for on-duty teams. I sat for a few moments on the edge of the rest couch, trying to image the situation we had viewed. I knew this was our own race from the future.. that they had allowed us to pick up aspects of their visit into out time zone.. but why?

On the wall opposite was a life sized reproduction of cave drawings from Lascaux, France. I stared mindlessly at the perfect reproduction of the paleolithic Paintings, when a silver sharp glint of metal caught my eye. This has to be a 'witnessing event'. I lay back on the couch as I entered my natural Remote Viewing state.

The man in front of me was tall and unusually thin. He seemed to be a perfect model for many of the humanoid forms drawn on cave walls around the planet. I viewed him, but he did not move. He stared at me with an almost ironic smile on his lips.

I sat up quickly, this was not Remote Viewing, he was standing in the room. His smile broadened with my reaction. I looked at him, trying to assess his intent, but his telepathic skills were so refined that he was able to convey to me the whole connection in less than a nano-second.

Obsidian Secrets of The Archetypal Knives
It was amazing .. they were highly advanced and yet they were carrying knives. In my report I could only describe them as the 'Knife Artists'. They did not carry the knives as weapons, they carried the knives as Spirit and personal tools. We later discovered that this Inter-dimensional race was behind the skilled intrusions of the scientists from the future extracting arrowheads, flints and obsidian blades from out local time zone.

He noticed my nervous reaction as my eyes identified the precision blade in his left hand. He immediately conveyed to me that this was not a 'weapon' and that I need have no fear. In response, I barely relaxed, although some part of me was studying the design of the blade. It appeared to be a finer crafted model of a collectors hand blade from our current time.

"This is our ART," was his telepathic response in reply to my curiosity.
He seemed to use the hand knife as a spirit force collector. I could feel the alteration of energy in my locality and the slight distortion of magnetic flux. The power of the field alteration was coming from the blade.

Lord of The Rings? The ancient power of the Elves? The image of The Sword In The Stone was projected into my mind. He was a 'sword archetype', from an ancient lineage much older than the Earth. They exist on other levels of reality and have interacted with mankind since the beginning of time.

With one hand he elegantly closed the blade of the folding knife, which looked like a stylized form of a Heron. The knife fitted perfectly into his hand, and I had the feeling the knife was designed exactly for his hand and his hand alone. Even closed, it radiated an astonishing power. He conveyed that the power of the sword, the power of the knife is sacred and never to be abused.

This race were the earliest archetypes, architects of Earth humans working with stone and metals. They gave mankind the forms and the designs. They were the enlighteners of sword and knife form from the Obsidian blades to metal and beyond .. light lasers are a form of energy sword and this race were the Guardians of these tools.

As a download of information poured into my mind, he began to shimmer and fade into the painting on the wall behind him. His folded blade became part of the lines shaping cave animals from the most ancient times.

This was to be the first meeting from a race whose existence mankind forgot, as the Age of man dwindled into the darkness of the Kali Yuga - the time when the Light within should lead the way through the darkness .. but man was too weak to walk the inner path of light ...

Energy of Change: Ea2012 - A Conflict of Interests

The disaster was looming nearer, its energy spreading across parallel dimensions. Looking back, from our point of view, two crossing time lines could be observed together as they were so close during The Transformation. Ea2012 and Ea2112 were distinct time lines whose convergence points matched The Transformation.

The Romanised Ea2012 was struggling with political issues of integrity and reduction of parasitic human-to-human conflicts of interest. It was an ugly time, as the planet was infected with too many entity fragments to make its future viable.

In sharp contrast Ea2112 was integrated in its approach to the coming disasters it was preparing to face. Ea2112 viewed the global upheavals as a test of strength and initiation, where Ea2012 viewed the approaching global upheavals as an "opportunity" for advantage and control. The Ea2012 parasitic infestation made it difficult for humans to act outside of their conditioning.

Ea2012 had attracted too many self-serving life forms to be able to successfully establish a civililsation beneficial to mankind and the planet. The problem with parasitic-entity possession of global communities lies in the conditions that make parasitic bonding possible. Conditions on Ea2012 were perfect for this host infestation.

The first parasitic entry point of lasting value was the Roman Empire. Until that point previous attempts to set conditions had been repelled by the majority of humans living on Ea. However, the brutality and surgical precision of the Roman Empire dealt a number of fatal blows to the human psychic immune system.

The planetary vibration of Ea2012 attracted an imbalance of lower vibration souls and opened entry points for mass infestation of lower parasitic astral forms. As the Transformation energies would sweep the board clean, the situation on Ea2012 was radically different than the situation of Ea2112.

The mass populations on Ea2012 remained largely ignorant of the circumstances leading to global weather, continental and population changes sweeping the planet. Attempts to create political and social order, and weather the storms, were carried out in hidden, secretive and manipulative ways. This is common in planetary communities where the mass populations take no responsability for their own welfare, but rely on ruling systems to think and act for them.

Ea2112 began, long before the disasters, to agree on collective responsability and cooperation in meeting the upheavals over the next 100 years of transformation. However, Ea2112 were not infested with astral parasitic entities and were not following the Roman Empire extinction time line manifest future.

On Ea2112 time line there was no need for secrecy and manipulative behind the scenes attempts to deal with the 100 year wave. The human populations were peacefully focused on cooperation with the Solar and planetary energies. This was a time of sharing and adaptation, a new beginning, a time for renewal.

If we had a sense of humour, from our point of viewing the historical past, we would find if laughable to try and understand how they would hide 100 years of planetary change from the human populations living through those changes ... In general, our time travel perspective found it "pathetic", and attributed the mass insanity to "parasitic" and "inhuman" elements feeding off the planet.

In our conclusion, we report the comments of our "EA 2012: Earth Participant Teams" - whose assessment of the time line gave us a clearer understanding of the energies at work in that Time Quadrant. "The Ea2012 situation could be better described as a planetary colon cleanse, healing and planetary shift postponement until 2112." [End of comment]

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.

Blue Star Tetrahedron

Arriving in Q6-2010 (Quadrant-6) the collective fear of death filled the air. A singular labyrinth was the cause of the fear related impotence, embedded like a cancer inside the Northern Hemisphere 6 mind-field. No one saw us enter the fear-zone and no one saw us leave.

Krishna began to unfold the blue-star tetrahedron, anchoring the orgone sphere to the earth's magnetic resonance. Collective psychic trauma is as destructive to a species as physical deterioration and sickness.

The impact area looked like a large crater, where all psychic life had been extinguished, its energy sucked into the growing fear. The hole formed and solidified out of the reaction to the hit. The more the people grew fearful the bigger and darker the hole.

Why do humans fear death? By 2010 the human species had become the number one killer of all other species on Earth. Populations barricaded inside their vast cities consumed the planet, while desiring never to die. Their addiction to the material world created a greater fear of death and a lack of understanding of life.

The self(ego) - desiring security - collapsed at any suggestion that its continuation and security were under threat. Fear of illness and disease can create a much greater problem than disease itself. Rather than experience enlightenment, human populations crashed headlong into the wave of change sweeping the planet, activating their own deeper hidden fears.

The psychic impact crater, within the planetary mind, left a scar bleeding across those interdimension frequencies closer to the earth's plane. Highly powered orgone spheres were non-intrusive options to heal the impact areas.

Sutara set up a protective field around the star:
"Fear is the mind killer. Mirror back its nature and form."
When faced with its own reflection, fear will always run away or transform.

The Vedic sang the star tetahedron awake:
"If there is a danger? Face it. If there is a problem? Solve it. If there is a challenge? Meet it. In all things, show gratitude."

We designated the area, Fa*er Quadrant 0122^2010, as we activated the blue orgone sphere within the star tetrahedron.

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...

Vanishing Souls - Hollowization

"What's the matter Hiyori, you feeling alright?"

... "Shinji, let go of me... "

... "Lisa .. Rose .. Hachi .. "

... "Hold on a minute! Kaname .. " ... Bleach Episode 211 English Dub

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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Futures Hidden In The Leaves

It is May 7 2009...
Independent T^Travellers observe all that surrounds them in the moment, as the manifestation of what is reveals the location and the unique Story within that location [acknowledging that all time and space are connected]. 

The sun sets in the West as the silver moon rises low in the East. The air is warm and the cloudless sky is pale blue. The small white blossoms of the Acacia trees begin to open. There is not a breeze to be felt - the trees are completely still. As the light of the Sun withdraws, the light of the Moon grows brighter. The black crows feed their chicks inside the large nest, poised on the church steeple high above the blossoming Acacia trees.

Independent T^Travellers navigate in the now, they apply their observations to an ancient cycle. In this way T^Travellers stay in tune with the original source code origins, as static civilisations draw lines on the shifting sands of time: day one, day two, day three... although Fibonacci observes 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 ...

Is the moon floating, or is something mysterious pulling it? In the distant past there was no moon rotating around the earth and in the future perhaps the moon no longer exists (as people see it now).

As the sun was setting, the forest birds were singing. Perhaps their songs are the real Story. The tall trees were silent. On the forest floor small frail seedlings grew among fallen branches, extending out of a bed of leaves. The small trees seemed to appear out of chaos. Under the dry leaves a rich soil feeds the next generation of plant life.

The Sun, the Moon, the forest floor, the trees and the echoing songs of unseen birds emerge out of the unseen ground of being. Behind all that is vibrations of sound, colour and light mix together - matching the vibrations of The Phenomenon. Magnetic, Sacred Geometric forms combine and recombine in resonant sequences Fibonacci could see. Or does the song of birds sing the unseen into our minds?

When an Independent T^Traveller observes a branch, a leaf, a tree, a flower or a crystal, they see the unseen sequence of growth that underlies reality. The flight of the moon, the rising and setting sun, the air pressure, the flow of water and air all relate a sequence of movement so subtle that the mind has to be incredibly sensitive to observe it. .. Interesting!

Futures Lost

When studying The Earth Chronicles: 311-2011 [Archaic Declination], apprentice T^Travellers begin with primary focus on the Futures Lost series of accounts. A difficult area of study open only to direct contact through the most profound Time^Travellers. The difficulty being that time lines lost are hazardous journeys due to the zero factor of their sustainability. These areas of research and travel can be both disturbing and counter productive, if the traveller does not know what they are doing.

The original Lemurian Masters broke new ground, and everything done after followed the lines and structure set out by these T^T masters as they designed and created ways for the Earth Human mind to interact and navigate the mysteries of the unknown universe.

EquinoxT^2012 students were able to observe (in relative safety) the flux and variations that create a successful time line variation, or factors that destroy and send other variations into the zone we later called Futures Lost. The 2009 Equinox Mount Redoubt eruptions were one such factor, allowing Time^Travellers to review their lineage and understand the process that allows an emerging future to continue its growth cycle, rather than face destruction.

During the March Equinox eruptions in Alaska, the essential factor that prevented catastrophic events to unfold was intelligent cooperation and harmony with forces that benefit mankind. Time lines who did not make this basic contact and commitment, received no help. Their destructive decline was cataclysmic as well as energetic, and they serve as a sobering marker to the dangers of navigating reality cycles using bad intent.

Shifting locality and observing ones own alternative broken down self struggling for survival in a Futures Lost zone requires Zen like balance and an impeccable nature. Generally, only advanced Time^Travel students are capable of reviewing the nature of fractured time lines. Time^Travellers with a powerful Buddha like nature can observe fractured lines to the very end of their existence. They do this for reasons yet unknown.

As Nordic and Lemurian crafts attempted to work the time distortion field cycles appearing above key volcanoes, international ground bases cooperated in protecting their allies. Within the earth frequency Draco reptilian forces attempted to destroy an essential element protecting the EquinoxT^2012 time line: Heart felt love.

Reviewing the determination and courage our ancestors showed in creating our EquinoxT^2012 future, is always a powerful experience for Earth Chronicle students of this period. Future generations were able to remove fourth dimensional Draco entity intrusion into third dimensional space, by eliminating genetic parasitic frequencies from human DNA. Removal of the trojan parasitic sequences finally closed the door to a massive energy drain effecting humans on earth.

The active antidote to parasitic intrusions during EquinoxT^2012 was a masterful manifestation of love rippling across the planet at a time the earth needed it most. Masters of reality created quantum strings of turbulence, that effect our resonant time field even in our future age. The vortex turbulence defeating the parasitic intruders at a key time in earth's development encoded orgone radiant love strings into human DNA strands. [The Earth Chronicles: 311-2011]