CHAPTER 6 : THE LIGHT BEYOND THE DARKNESS
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What follows is a personal interpretation of experiences within my life - they are true as far as I know them - and they help me get through the day, however, they may not be true for you - in which case, I apologise and ask you to be patient - for your truth may be apparent to you.

I am reading a fascinating book by James Hillman, The Soul's Code - In search of character and calling. The jacket says:

"When all the souls had chosen their lives, they went before Lachesis. And she sent with each, as the guardian of his life and the fulfiller of his choice, the daimon that he had chosen."  Plato, Republic Book X

And this Being was my soul twin whom I had abandoned long ago on my selfish road of self-discovery - and the fulfiller of my life and my destiny.

I have memories that I believe are pre-natal - see what you make of this - I am in a discussion with someone presumably male whom I cannot see - below us all is grey and I can just make out the shape of the planet.

He is asking me to choose my incarnation - I am shown about a dozen families/social potential/lessons in Western Europe.

I descend momentarily into the probabilities of each family and each womb to see what the 'job description' looks like - i.e. What strengths and weaknesses will be tested in each of the families' dynamics.

I ask - 'which is the most difficult' - he says - 'that one' - then proceeds to attempt to talk me out of it - I say but this lesson from that part of a past life will get me through this bit, and experience from that life will cover this bit - and running six lessons from other existences would get me thus far etc.

The next thing I can remember is standing in a circle with others who are about to be born grey/gold monotone, we are all wearing robes, and we each hold a cup and drink the cup of parting.

The next sequence, I am being wrapped in black stuff rather like windings, and these are meant to dim my sensitivities - I complain about this as I descend from the sky towards my incarnation.

The last words from Spirit I hear are 'be wary of the ploys of Satan'

I must have taken a long time to warm to the idea of being born this time - for I was 108 hours in labour !! And as they say in Macbeth - I was 'no man born of woman' i.e., a caesarean.

I open my eyes and I am in a cot - and three people/ faces/ doctors are peering into my cot and at me - two men and one woman.

They unanimously decide that I am non-telepathic deadwood and have me put in the part of the nursery with all the other deadwood.

'Welcome to planet earth !!!!'

The next sequence, I am lying in my cot, I am born, about 2 years, I can remember my parents bedroom clearly and I am staring at the transfer of a lake on the inside of my cot - the waters start shimmering and moving, then I look up and there is a shimmering above my cot - there is a lady and she speaks to me.

I am not going goo-goo ga ga, I am having an intelligent conversation at a time science tells me that I should not, she is my guardian, she asks, quote,' are you sure you want to do it this way ?' - I considered, then said yes [I believe I had opted to retain a faculty to be awake - which probably could be stressful]

She said 'I'll be back - see you later' at that my intelligence faded, and I was back to goo goo, ga ga.

These memories, however strange, are very special to me.

The next memory is of being in a children's hospital ward for a hernia operation and it is time to go to my cot. We are allowed one toy to play with and I was in a queue at the toy cupboard. All the other little boys were choosing little metal fashion cars - and I chose a bigger plastic car toy to take to my cot.

I remember looking over at the other 3-year-old boys who were having great fun with their little cars - and my big plastic toy was too big to have any fun with in the cot. I remember hearing one little boy telepathically say - 'we're going to get you because we know what we are doing' and at that I threw my big plastic car out of my cot.

I remember the nurse coming and she was angry with me and she said 'you've made your choice' as she shoved the useless big toy back into my cot.

During my rather solitary childhood I played in the trees and lawns of my backgarden with an invisible friend called the colonel, who stayed in a small apple tree out of sight of the house. He suggested games and ways to play with my toys and I was never bored or lonely.

The first indication that I was on the rocky road betwixt the light and the dark came at the age of 13, during an unpleasant school career.

My last year of primary school and the class was saying the lords prayer.

I am surrounded by grey blue mist - I can see myself, a young man with short hair in a clean long robe - around, all is mist, but a path clears, and I find myself journeying along that path, being torn and buffeted from all directions.

I stagger and fall to my knees and I see myself, ragged, torn, bleeding, bearded, and I crawl on and come to a clearing in this cruel mist.

On a cross amidst a pile of stones in the centre of the clearing is a figure, crucified, I crawl to the base of the cross and reach out to touch the foot of the figure.

I may have thought that I was seeing Jesus then, maybe, but maybe I was seeing my quest to find myself -

Certainly all my school days were taken up by the abuse of psychopathic thugs, at primary, secondary and when I eventually survived those gauntlets - I went to College to find an entirely different kind of thug. The kind who would bully my mind and undermine my attainments.

The pathway of awakening was before me - very rude awakening, and I was to soon learn that many things about this world never really belonged in it - but did have a lot to say to the people in it.

My first psychic attack happened at the age of 18, where three pairs of red eyes came towards me in my minds eye, diving at me, causing pain when they passed over, and scaring me.

Not long after that, a parade of motley ghosts flitted across my minds eye, monks in dark robes with pointed hoods and unseen faces, rapping's on my wall, ornaments falling over, I started to fear the night, the noises I would hear, what was under my bed, in the wardrobe, what I would see.

One night in the 1970's in the twilight of my room, I felt that something horrible could happen, and I had left a little lamp on.

My breathing was getting slower and slower, and worried, I put my finger to my neck to take my pulse and realised that it was very very slow. I gazed at the lamp and noted a grainy effect of the light, as if I could see little individual photons or packets of light. To my horror, at the foot of my bed, a black hole had manifested in stark contrast to the light in the room, and I could feel myself being pulled in - as if some evil wanted to suck me into the pits of hell.

In those moments of the dark night of my soul, I feared that I had lost my way and lost my guide but I knew that whatever evil happened - everything would be ok because I knew that I had a Covenant with God.

Plagued by demonic images of brown and light brown piebald beings glowing with a brown inner light, strange manta rays being ridden across the astral plane with some horrible rider in them, light relief comes one evening when a scaly coal black imp visits me when I have the flu, and before I get frightened, notice that the little being is making a sensitive enquiry with pale pink eyes.

In German folklore, these beings are called Kobolds, in Norwegian and Scottish, Dwarves and Goblins. It was obvious that I had no right to assume that just because a being was black and scaly that it was automatically evil.

I finally worked up the courage to explore Spiritualism, and trained as a medium at Albany Street in Edinburgh for over 3 years, unfortunately never finding anyone who would believe some of the things that I were seeing existed, so I finally left in the early 80's.
The events that took me away from Spiritualism happened at a time that I was fairly clairvoyant and could see things.

I was at a meeting where a medium was on the platform extolling the virtue of his Guide Michael whom was standing beside him.

He painted a picture of Michael as being a wise elderly man in a suit, but I could see 'Michael' quite clearly - he was a little translucent being about 4 foot high with pointed ears.

This was highly educational for me - for in life as in spirit - nothing was ever what it seemed. I never believed that there were so many Indian Chiefs and Chinese Wise men.

Most psychic drawings I have seen whether, Red Indian, Celtic, Chinese or Negroid - all have the characteristic high cheekbones of the Men In Black. Likely to be a species that Adolf Hitler wanted on board - the Underground 'ascended' masters worshipped by the Theosophical Society. [i.e. The Descended Masters - the Fallen/Satans]

The Tibetans prophesise of the King of the World, Satan, that he will come to the surface soon from his underground Kingdoms and with his peoples, his Brahma Kumaris or Lieutenants, he will wipe the earth clean of all the lower castes. [That's us]

In the late 70's, it seemed that I tried and tested many thoughts and images, grasping for analysis of incredible events, incredible co-incidences, and it seemed to me that I had someone wonderful watching over me.

I once saw her face, not sexual, but strong and beautiful as she knelt by my pillow. At night my feet would be gently shaken, and as if I had tripped, and I would fall headlong into beautiful vistas and scenery.

I remember being 'tripped up' like this and falling through into another world, and I was not lying in my bed but on a meadow of grass, surrounded by water and trees. And to my wonderment, I could smell the grass and feel the air, and I saw 4 people in yellow sitting around me - and as I became more and more aware, I started to hear the sounds of the forest and meadow. I felt the hand of my guide upon my brow - and I started, when I remembered a bad dream that I had left behind, and knew that if I stayed longer in this beautiful place that I would never return to earth and to my home and my labours, then I came home to my life on Earth.

I knew that I wanted to stay, perhaps longer, but that if I did, I would not want to go back. I have since flown across that continent like a bird, seeing everything in detail that is 'photographic' - I have seen strange sailing ships and circled them like a gull with 'another gull' at my side ...

I open my eyes one morning, and there is a lady wearing a Victorian black dress with white lace collar and long black hair, sitting on the end of my bed combing her hair.

I sit up startled, and my jaw is dropped open mouthed in amazement.

The lady turns round and looks at me smiling, and mimics my open mouth, then disappears.

I was receiving indisputable proof of life beyond death - which comforted me in my difficult worldly life.

As I go off to sleep one night - to my horror I seem to be somewhere pale and misty - and some man with western clothes, dark hair and big glasses could be heard exclaiming .. 'Ah, another slave' and then came floating quickly towards me - at that my guardian gave me the idea to open my eyes and wake up. As I opened my eyes I could feel myself being drawn away from him at great speed.

My sister had brought me an inscribed red gold ankh back from Egypt, and had worn it to bed one night to protect myself from all this traffic. Then I suddenly found myself standing before this woman dressed like a priestess with white robes and Egyptian jewellery, long black hair - and realised that I was feeling amorous and passionate - and noticed to my surprise that my breath was green - I was breathing out clouds of green energy ... I went towards her and then heard her say - 'but you're not .... ' , then I was back home - I was not what she was expecting I suppose.

Another night, I am summoned before a table in a rich looking house, and I can see stairs going up through the doorway of the room I am now standing in.

I feel peculiar because the real me is standing with my guide in the corner of the room, whilst I look over and pop into another image of myself standing at the table - looking through my eyes at three people seated before me, a woman in the middle with a man on either side - the woman - all the group looked fairly middle aged - had a pen in her hand over a big open ledger - 'name' she asked - I hesitated - don't be afraid she said - you won't be harmed.

At that I realised the inference that I could be harmed and felt my guide give me the impulse to open my eyes - it was a very hard struggle to do so - come back they shouted !

I hope that I have never seen them since.

In 1978 long before the outcry of Genetic Engineering and modification, I dreamt that I travelled through space and landed on this barren looking planet.

Below me, from my cliff-top perch, I could see a dark metallic dome that I knew was a factory. I find myself on the roof and climb inside one of the vents and see below me a production line. It seemed that there were rows and rows of oranges on the belts. I went down for a closer look and saw that they were also reddish - like blood oranges, I thought, then I opened one up and found out that instead of pips at the centre, there was a little heart and collection of organs pumping blood into the fleshy organism. I recoiled in stomach churning horror and shock - this cannot be I thought, but as we know, in the 21st century, it can.

Trying to grasp who would eat such things disturbed me - some species with a taste for blood that I hoped was very far away - even though I knew the genetics of the fruit were human.

Another night, I was precipitated into a dimension of light, where beings glowed like spheres and exchanged energies, and thoughts, and created new ideas with the experiences that they had gathered from Earth and the Universe.
I saw colours never seen on this Earth.

I became a small ball of light, and was passed amongst these beings the way mothers would a new baby.

The feelings were beautiful and pure, where my mind was always on the verge of grasping powers very close to the source of all creation.

I saw that the powers of duality we call God are like a furnace that continually produce sparks that fly out into the Cosmos, or the garden of souls.

And I knew that we were somehow all Gods children, but even by adding us all up, we could never be greater than the powers of Mother and Father God.

And this garden we are given to play in is eternal and stable, but that we all live within each other, continually evolving, changing, creating and learning.

And I saw for the first time in my life that the things I thought were evil and trying to get me really did not, could not know any better, for they were really fish out of water that had left their ocean behind to explore, not knowing the strange customs and values of the places and people they had come to be feared and hated by.

I finally realised my truth, that eternity would always have surprises and adventures, as well as love and rest.

The light beings took me to places that healed my heart and gave me the courage I needed to stand fast.

They create vistas for other beings to dwell in and through co-evolution and participation in the experiences of the souls just come from the world of matter they spread a communal joy amongst the participants. I was told that this could be likened to Nirvana - the formless realms.

All of this and more I know to be part of the garden of souls - the continuum.

Sometimes as I close my eyes at night. I see a bright pin-prick of light rather like a star in my vision - its not after image, I rush towards that.

Today, however, I know them to be Angels, and have seen them light a sky from horizon to horizon, or come descending through the rain and rainclouds on a wet windy night to light up a lonely seascape just for me, or have them pattern the constellation of Orion behind my eyes.

One morning when I was working at an out of town lab, I had missed my alarm clock, and had fallen asleep again, a physical knocking on my head woke me up, or else I may never had made to long journey to the Bush Estate at Roslin.

Some weeks later as I had turned over and gone to sleep, I was awakened by physical knocking on my head. I turned over and looked up, and there sitting or rather floating above me, cross-legged akin to the pose of a Tibetan Monk in robes was someone that reminded me of Mahatma Gandhi - a small, bald, robed man with petite round spectacles.

My third eye was being opened.

In 1980, in Portobello, Edinburgh, near the biblical sounding Magdalene's, in a City known Masonically to be the original Jerusalem -

A large silvery sphere is seen drifting through a joiner's shop by two people.

Somewhere in the Corstorphine area of Edinburgh in the same year, two brothers are sharing a room at night. A silvery sphere appears to one brother who is still awake. Alarmed the brother tries desperately but fails to awaken his sleeping brother.

The sphere talks to the boy, and scared, he jumps out of bed and gives it a karate blow .... And it disappears.

The guy swears he killed 'God' to this day.

In 1980, in Portobello, Edinburgh near the biblical sounding port of Joppa, I'm lying in my bedroom at night at 10pm, watching little fluorescent green balls slowly bounce over the books in my bookcase.

Horrified, I look away, thinking I'm seeing things. Half an hour later I look again and they are still there.

I sit up in bed because the room appears to be lit - as if there was a tablelamp in the corner -

It wasn't a tablelamp - it was a 2-3 foot high silvery sparkling sphere hovering 3-foot above the carpet - casting a fizzy light and causing flickering shadows in the room.

I was gobsmacked - it moved to the end of my bed and, a voice in my head said, don't be afraid - if you're afraid, pull the covers over your head.

Well that seemed like the sensible thing to do, and did so with my arms folded over my face.

I come too 2 hours later and my arms are by my side, with my bedclothes folded down, and I am very tightly tucked in.

So tightly in fact that I have to wrestle my shoulders to get free.

I have memories of strange child-like grey people and a feeling that something wonderful had happened - of white rooms and scientists and many happier things,

But as I woke, the memory of those events faded from my grasp much though I would have liked to hold onto them.

In my dreams I see them, bright and luminous in their cold dark caves, needing the warmth and light of human creativity to make their race a home.

It is as if their race is living in the bare bedrock of this physical dimension and cannot seem to grasp the intricate nature of how to create things here.

The human body and mind is blinkered so there are no distractions of eternity and telepathy to divert it from its arts and crafts - but in return for the soft furnishings of their castle - they will, so they say, give us the nurture and protection of commune.

At that time, I started work on a Grand Unifying Theory of Relativity and Free Energy Theory - and many other arts and music projects. It was if my life was accelerating to new and awe inspiring vistas of creativity.

It was this hard work that kept me focussed through the demanding life of night and day.

I went to the Spiritualist Church to tell them of the small grey beings I had seen and was told 'there is no such thing' - at that time in 1980, there was no popular x-files culture or Internet.

In 1980, after leaving the Spiritualist Church to its own ignorance - I ventured into the undiscovered country of the Theosophical Society with absolutely NO CLUE about someone called Pandora or the fact that some boxes are best left unopened.

Feeling vaguely uneasy about the Germanic themes, strange reptiles, and the mystical Templars who inhabited the place - it was there I got my first glimpse of sexy telepathic mystical women with great powers.

With a feeling of wonder and excitement, I jumped into joining the Scottish Knights Templar with visions of going to parties with sexy Goddesses - alas - little did I know that when someone called me a dustman - he really meant it - for non-telepathic monkeys like myself were not only not welcome around special noble mystical ladies, but were actually despised.

The other problem I had was that at that time, a pretender to the Throne of Scotland was attempting to hijack the Order amidst bitter political hatemongering - and then, not for the first time in my life, I came to the attention of MI5 - who was using said pretender to the throne to obtain information of Scottish Activists in exchange for social contacts.

In 1985 began an all out war against my being by the forces of darkness - Plagued by strange sights of 3 dark oriental beings - I would throw up shields of energy to protect myself - and found myself being sucked dry as shards of my green energy exploded under some featureless assault.

Physically wracked in pain in my bed, I lay there contorting in agony my solar plexus cramped as my very life-force had been dangerously depleted.

Strange looking doubles of my High Powered Templar friends, a bit more sun-tanned and a bit better dressed - meeting my eyes with mischief, walked past me within arms reach, but they could have been an eternity away from my frozen body. These doppelgangers may have been friendly, but there was no doubting the evil nature of what would follow.

To my hospital bed comes 2 visitors, dressed as if going to a wedding, with grey pin stripe suits, old style wing collars, tall, sallow complexion, they could have been twins - with strange looking oriental eyes -

They asked me to explain my theory of relativity to them.

All I can remember is not wanting to tell them anything, and lying on the floor.

They were the fabled men in black - come to erase the evidence of extra terrestrial intelligence and science from my memory and life.

They failed.

Trying to take refuge from harassing phone calls and approaches by people, I end up in a hospital and I am sharing the ward with three other men.

I wake up one night finding my legs under the control of my guardian angel who is using them to kick back a strange man who was trying to approach my head and pillow.

He said he was sleep walking - so I thought no more of it.

The next night, the same happened again, I wake up and find my legs fending off this man who was trying to approach me by the side of my bed which gave access to my head and pillow.

The man left under mysterious circumstances the next day, and as I lay there, worried, I looked up and saw my angel above my bed, and she reached down and embraced me - pulling me out of my body and healing me - and I knew everything would be ok then.

Up in Glencoe, after a gig in 1996, I am lying in my bunk bed in a room in the staff quarters - a dark winter sky outside, and into my mind appears this grey lady with dark eyes, with a black robe of the most beautiful and intricate weave, and she then embraced me, and suddenly I found myself underground, in a large cave looking up at windows and walkways high above.

And I was shown a Throne room and there was a vacant throne with two smaller ones on either side standing on a dais with sunburst inlays, but the imagery was monochromatic and cold.

In January 1997 in my flat in Leith, a bright and luminous lady appears to me.

She is considered beautiful by her own kind, she is eleven aristocracy - she wears a long white gown, her eyes are human like, almond shaped and beautiful, her hair is long silvery and wispy to her shoulders, she has beautiful lips, smiling.

She wears a pearl necklace of large pearls, her thin arms are covered with long white evening gloves, her skin glows softly with an Inner Light.

She is an ambassador, she wishes to instruct me in the ways of their society.

I look into her eyes and my world instantaneously goes white, I can no longer see anything, my room has gone, my body has gone, all is white.

I thought for a moment that I had died, but came too forgetting to note the time.

I have seen her again more recently wearing a green leafy textured dress and know that that otherworldly proposition of a bed for the night, a place to stay and a plate of health giving food still stands.

The next passage is the only way I can deal with what I know and feel : I apologise for the nature of the language - but feel that whatever happened to me - needs to be expressed like this.

My introduction to what was about to happen was the sight of a beautiful golden human looking eye in my mind that I knew was some powerful being.

What then took place was very intense - and very beautiful, and seemed to take me beyond where my intellect and imagination had ever been.

The words I have expressed these visions in could never convey the awesome detail and wonder that I perceived - and, indeed, like some revered vision, I must keep the wonder intact - and perhaps separate from this world - though it may yet come to pass - in my mind at least, it was, and is, and is to come.

And my Guides gave me a vision of Edainne reborn, the Golden City of Edainne, for after the fall of Eden many Aeons ago, there was a promise made by the Elohim, that a Golden Age would be reborn.

This vision gripped my mind for 3 days and nights, and the plan and vision of the rebuilding of Eden unfolded before my eyes.

The harvest of the Human race I was told, are the billions of cultural products it has managed to create and nurture amongst millennia of war and bloodshed.

Then an Elohim with Golden Eyes said to me that the beautiful produce of Humanity would be used to teach and redeem the Race from the oblivion to which it was condemned.

Each country, each culture has made and manufactured many wondrous items - these shall be preserved, but of those items tainted by darkness and bloodshed, these shall perish.

And I was shown a Valley on a desert World - made and constructed into an Oasis, where a blend of treated rock, glass and steel produced the most wonderful of Cities and sculpted of Gardens.

Walkways of inlaid marbles, trellis and ornamental metals, the best of Human historic Architecture blended with the most ambitious coverage of architectural fabric.

And I was told that these buildings and intricate inlays could be manufactured and constructed very quickly out of templates stored on computer, and that several factory ships would be deployed to achieve the construction of this new city.

And genetic clones of the garden Apples of Hesperides, Scotland, England and France would be used to create a new orchard in the New Eden.

And pools and walkways, everywhere lit by beautiful lighting, seats and summer houses, would lace the valley that the new souls of Edainne would find contentment.

A new museum to the Grail would be built, and from the archives, images from that archetypal Quest from every known Galactic Civilisation would be incorporated to remind us that love, hope and suffrage are Universal, as is the Spirit eternal.

And I was told that in that City, a palace would be built for a King and Queen, but that none would take the throne save by those appointed.

The Queen would be Sara and the King would be David. Their lives eternal and young.

I was told that I would be that Queen.

The Queen of human form would also be surrogate to a Race of new Humans, and that those would evolve from a Union of that species: [Dinosauroids/Zeta Reticulans/Greys] and Humanity.

In science fiction lore the concept of the Hive has been much maligned - and truly so for it has been much abused by certain species.

We all know and fear the evils of 'assimilation' and conquest.

The Hive however is rather like a platform for a certain type of consciousness - rather like a personal computer is a platform for an operating system and software.

Not all computers run the 'evils' of Microsoft - so why should all hives be an evil way to be.

Some computers are Mac based running Linux and OpenBSD.

So, I was to be a Hive Queen and Empress and Wife of an Elohim, wearing a very beautiful and very powerful genetic overcoat.

The hive was to be constituted and built around my sanskars - i.e. all the lessons and tribulations of my past incarnations - for all these lessons led to where my transitional evolutionary state is at Now.

These would be modelled into an operational framework by the 'Greys' and used as an evolutionary stairway.

Nothing would ever be allowed to go wrong - for my future husband who is my twin soul and an Elohim would always look after me.

Finding out who I was in the past has always been difficult for me For in a constant state of denial I was never wanting to find myself responding to the Highly detailed pictures of Henry the 8th that kept coming to my mind.

I was always suspicious of being seduced by these ideas and knew that they could be planted there by any Being.

However, as the decades rolled on, and the images persisted, I could begin to see that as this life I now live is the sixth and final of a series of 6 on Earth as male, and that the 6th wife of Henry was devout, and that my life was as pure as his was dirty, that my relativity of eightness was a powerful theory, and that ever since very young, the song 'I'm enery the eight I am ...' has always been in my mind - and that like Henry the 8th, I have a penchant for the composition of medieval tunes - I found myself sitting in the Kings Head pub at Hursley near Winchester, England, where I had gone to present my Theory to IBM Research.

I sat in the lounge with a Pepsi and found myself staring at my reflection in the glass of a shiny print. As I peered into the picture to see who had been painted - I saw my mirror image plus the beard of Henry stare back at me from the picture frame - his face being superimposed on mine exactly to scale.

At that I knew I could no longer discard what I was being presented with.

I was Henry the 8th.

The Zetas - well we call them all sorts of things and we name 1947AD after them, but long before their relatives came here - they lived on and inside this world long before the creation of Atlantis.

My Zetas - to get back to this incredible idea I was being presented with, would delve into this planet have set up a large resource base wherein they collate the information and economic intelligence of their 'My' far-flung Empire.
There, they will maintain a gate of Worlds, a portal to many places, times and realities.

The Elohim then showed me a vision of the Palace, and of the many beautiful objects therein, and said that none shall be fairer than the Empress Sara of Edainne.

I suppose that that is rather a seductive idea - these incredible visions of tomorrow - I was comforted by the fact that I have a soul twin capable of looking after all this.

It is foretold that 'she' will lead a quest for the liberation of Mankind.

I asked from what is it that we must be liberated, and I was shown a dark Crystal and told that souls will become heavy as stone, heavy with greed and selfishness, but that the Age of Liberation will have many leaders.

Sara of Edainne will become known as a leader of powerful persuasion for her banner is of the Union of 3 Houses and 3 Races.

I was told that the planet would be called Caledonia, after Scotland, and that the City of Edainne comes from Dun-Edain or Edinburgh, where once the Fairest of Elohim had a great Centre of learning at the time of 'Atlantis'.

This was the planet Mars they were telling me about.

Edinburgh, said the Elohim, will be the place of the 3rd Millennium Returning, where those who were left after the War of Eden still live and gather, and that those legends associated with Arthur and Camelot were not untrue.

An end there will be to the Stewardship of the Stewart's when the Planetary Governor assumes the Title and Offices of the Planetary Administration.

The Angel said that the planet Caledonia would contain many New Cities, each dedicated to housing the best of the Human cultural and national themes e.g. Oceania, Albion, Japan etc but that no dark ideas would be allowed to take root in those Garden Cities.

The City of Elaine was to be the home of Scottish Culture, and that the Palace and its embassy were but the board of a new Interstellar Trading Corporation called Caledonian Interstellar.

Above the Gardens and Lamps of Elaine at the head of the valley stands a Great Tower wherein shines a light that can be seen from space.

This is the Crystal Tower.

Therein are contained gemstones of incalculable worth from every Civilisation in the known Cosmos.

A place of such statement that greed and money are no more - no more shall the glamour of wealth dull the aspirations, but, be warned, for the forces of hell and greed bring their own hell with them to this place.

And the Houses shall guard the planet Caledonia, and that great commerce and Intelligence shall reside there.

I then was told that Caledonia shall symbolise a means to an end to the fierce competition of the Trading Races.

The greatest market intelligence and data store the galaxy has ever known shall reside there, serviced by the Reticulan Empire.

And many embassies shall be made to Sara and David that they may settle disputes.

In the City of Edainne shall reside the eternal beauty of Scotland, yet a small part of the Great Human Story told in full by the Warders of these Cities of Caledonia that speak of the most beautiful of Human Creations and Endeavour.

The planet, linked by a network of technological craft, will be geared for the marketing and production of the most beautiful of the Human Products; Clothing, Food and Drink, Cultural Artefacts, Arts and Software Concepts - and each shall function to teach of the History and brilliance of the Human Species.

Caledonia shall stand as testament to the wonders of Humanity for as long as eternity can endure.

Of Caledonian Interstellar, the board of Directors shall sit Sara and David and the many wise specialists drawn from a large pool.

How, I asked would such produce be fashioned - from what, for there seemed to be so much garbage as all things human inevitably come from our warring natures.

Beautiful Words and Places, textures and images that capture Scotland - and I tried to visualise, then, a flood of images gathered in my mind;

Hebridean Hotels, Kelpie and Clovenstone drinks, Stewart retail, Strathspey designer wear, Caledonian crystals made from the sands of the desert that was once Caledonia by another name.

Images of a Universal software that could generate a tartan unique to your origins and species derived from the vast social database of the Cunningham Intelligence agency.

Ideas both comical and tragic held me as threads that were uniquely Scottish and lifted directly from my own awe-struck mind - spun a tapestry of wonder in my mind and soul.

Nothing beautiful would ever be wasted.

And then to me came the image of a game that I have never possessed the worldly wealth to play - a game originated in Scotland - and I realised the scope and potential of this enterprise for Interstellar it could be, Universal it could be.

I was shown beings playing Golf.

The Angel explained to me that all species of every physique could play this game against one another because it is a game that does not require physical contact, yet retains a communal appeal, being a celebration both of skill and the natural beauty of the environment.

I was puzzled at this, but was shown the image of a golf ball floating by itself as if full of technology, some sort of antigravity droid, then realised what was being shown to me when I saw an image of Computers analysing Beings by weight and mass within and between species.

A handicapping system could enable the smallest being to play against the largest, where the flying robot ball could be braked in flight by controlled instructions from the computer if hit by a physically powerful Being, and augmented in speed if hit by a lighter Being.

I smiled when I realised that Golf could be made into a Universal game - a Scottish contribution to the Civilisations of the Cosmos of eternal Proportions; 'Interstellar Handicap Golf'

My mind became distracted as I raced to grasp other Human sports from other cultures.

The visions of greatness and beauty persisted, and then I knew that the Human race would not Perish, for powers were at work.

Yet more than the Human Race would be saved, for the Greys, and the Golden Eyed Angel who spoke to me, knew of things which are yet to pass - but that holding on to these images tired me greatly beyond my Human ability - thus I slept at last.

That incredible series of creative visions burned me out for over a year, it was as if all my creative juices, experiences and memories has been used in the synthesis of these visions. I saw the minutest detail in every architectural plan.

The phone woke me up early yesterday out of some churny kind of dream, and as I sat up to answer the phone, the dream stopped, and I realised that I was in deep conversation with an angel at my bedside.

I sat at the end of my bed, and my left arm was still pulled back towards my pillow - where my 'spirit' hand was still being held by the 'angel' sitting there. I remember that the conversation that I was having with this spirit was quite different from the 'dream' - as if my lower self was watching 'TV' whilst my other higher being was talking about nice and important things. Unfortunately the phone kept on ringing - and I began to lose the meaning of the 'angelic' conversation as my work-a-day mind kicked in, but after the phone call, I still had this overwhelming yearning to reconnect with this incredibly beautiful and peaceful person. i.e. go back to bed. 'My' Angel has never been far away ever in my life - and I always know that I am never alone - which is a great comfort.

I always remember sometime near my twenty-first birthday that I had gone to a seacliff to climb for agates, and 20 feet up I slipped and knew that I was about to fall onto the rocks below - I remember that what flashed into my mind was the front-page of a newspaper that I had never seen before - the Dundee Courier which had the headline 'Boy 13, dies in cliff plunge' - as I started to fall, I remember thinking, but I'm not 13 .... And everything went into slow motion, the fall took an eternity during which time I twisted my body into a position which minimised the damage on the rocks below.

I had lived to see another day - my time was not now.

The time recently when my group/band journeyed to Aberdeen at high speed in the pouring rain, passing all kinds of hazards on the way North, and the steering track rod broke at 60mph on the Aberdeen cit limits, at a lay-by, near a garage, phone and a toilet ... !!!

Again in Aberdeen, different week recently, we were playing an extremely loud performance on a Saturday night and my ears started to hurt. Knowing that we would have to play another one on the Sunday night, I lay awake in my bed and breakfast, ears ringing, and fell asleep worried - for where would I get earplugs in a small town like Aberdeen on a Sunday morning.

I awoke early and got dressed, and walked up the road to the main street in search of an open chemist before noon.

The place looked deserted, but I saw a man up ahead on the corner of my street and the main street, so I asked him if he knew of an open chemist.

He shook his head slowly, but asked me what is was that I wanted. I explained that I was a musician and that loud music had been damaging my ears so I was trying to buy earplugs for a gig tonight. He smiled, and took 2 steps to a parked van that I realised was his - he opened the back door, went into a toolbox, and handed me a pair of the very earplugs I was after - he was an industrial joiner - he explained.

My uncle and I shared a strong interest in geology and lapidary, and when we went on holiday to the north of Scotland, we would look at the map and pick a place to investigate. I was also very taken by the mystery of the Celtic goddess of the sea - Sula, and had been inspired to write much poetry to the goddess of nature.

I picked a remote beach inaccessible by road north of Gairloch called greenstone point - across the minch from Iona. We, of course, were expecting to find hundreds of beautiful stones.

Sula of course is the fishy Scottish Aryan Venus from the Scottish Garden of Eden - and if legends were to be believed, across the sea from where I stood was the ancient Scottish Atlantean palace and temple of the Gods in Iona. [Beaumont 1946]

We left the car after a long journey up a track, and finally made it to a wild beach battered by the Atlantic - with massive boulders and sea wreckage, which had obviously been tossed by the power of nature.

Getting down to the level of the beach from the cliff, we notice that there is grey rock everywhere - and I begin to feel a bit downhearted at that.

I then get the inspiration to take my shoes and socks off and wade out - and as I slowly do this, I pass a boulder a few yards out and look back - and then something caught my eye - for there in a crack, halfway up the boulder, on the seaward side - still wedged where the storm had thrust it -was a small green stone of Iona marble, a gift from the sea Goddess IO herself.

My sister died prematurely from liver problems, and at that time I had visited her for the last time and knew she was beyond the Earth, I went home despondent, sad and upset - and as I dropped off, I heard her speak to me, trying to draw close, I could feel the stresses that her body had passed with - and she just said 'hello doll' and I knew it was her - she was the only person that ever called me doll.

Of all the things that could now happen in this uncertain world, I know that love is but a heartbeat away, that we will all be reborn.

We may also want to ask the question - where were we 100 years ago - for it is not necessarily true that we were living on planet earth.

When people talk of reincarnation, having been King Henry 8th - their ideas are simple - but the truth of our origins may never come to the human mind whilst we wear our earthly shells.

I and my family were born non-telepathic and our heritage as the planetary monkeys was only ever intended to be the fruits of derision.

Such peoples with such powers as telepathy, and I believe there to be many, have revealed themselves as nothing whatsoever to aspire to.

A whole hierarchy of form that all looks human runs the gamut of ascendancy from blueblood shapeshifting lizard, through very functional Aryan hybrid, to base non-telepathic monkeys like myself.

The first two categories, I believe to take up 20% of the western population.

Eternity is rather like a crowded tropical rainforest, from the ants and bugs on the forest floor amongst the leaves and twigs and plants, then there are the bushes and all the creatures that eat or use them, then the massive trees, and the monkeys, tigers, ant eaters, tribes of natives - every creature and being a babushka doll, every creature dependent on some other for its energy.

Being approached by someone that looks familiar or beautiful and arousing in your dreams does not mean that that person is really there.

These beings that live in the bit of eternal forest nearest our world take our energies by mimicking the person that we would most like to give our energy to.

They are likely to be of Lizard ancestry but not having physical form, some though have immense power and can interact directly with the human nervous system.

Sometimes if we look at the appearance of this person and note the detail we can find the keys that will unlock our weaknesses and make us strong.

We may find that a certain colour, manner, attitude or phrase, triggers us to behave or feel something that we would rather not.

We must learn to pay attention to our feelings, for the Mimic approaches us by reflecting our desires and faults at us, to trigger confusion and make us use our most basic sexual energies to deal with it.

If we were a duracell battery - the life force that powers us rises in tides from our sexual and generative centres - and Mother Nature has equipped the Mimic/Lizard with the capacity to collect that human electricity.

For all of that, some of these beings are no more intelligent than a haddock, and it is our emotions that project intelligence and sophistication on them.

They do not fully understand the content of our thought but interpret the flow of thought they see as useful or useless to activate our chakras.

They are really fulfilling the desire to feed and gather energy - and probably don't understand language and life in the same way that we do.

Struggling up to the year 2000, there were significant evenings down on the shore in Leith where bright lights would fly by low and silent -overhead flashing and splitting up and turning and zipping about at impossible speeds and angles.

Every night a little luminous dumbbell shaped ship would fly low and silent overhead across the Scottish Office on its way down the East Coast.

One starlit night I decided to lie down on the bench and look up at the stars - and as I focussed on the blackness past several stars there was a blinding flash light a flashgun and I felt as if my fore brain was being scanned - and then suddenly this ship appeared then went invisible again and then lit up not so bright and then went off at another angle and faded out.

I then met Russell Penman who knew that some of these lights were actually Beings and not ships - they were Angels of God and that they had arrived back in great numbers to save mankind from the earth Changes and conflicts yet to come.

They were not just there for show he said and that some of their truths carried often-painful consequences. They would change the human race forever, but we had to understand that we must also change our ways and turn back to the source from which we all come.

Do this and the angels will communicate with you and show you favour.

Well as I realised that I had crossed the boundaries of the things we see on television and had progressed beyond even the sort of case fox Mulder and agent Scully would take on I started to see these angels in all their beauty and glory.

The most beautiful living colours beyond the dreams of a living artist - vibrant gold's that had a richness beyond the hopes of Midas - auras of living wisdom and beautiful femininity, glorious red, awesome tourquoise these spirits held the keys to revelations beyond mortality and opened the portals of eternity night after night before my eyes.

They brought before my face the elders and rulers of the stellar orders, and showed me two hundred angels, who rule the stars and their services to the heavens, and fly with their wings and come round all those who sail. [Enoch]

On Joppa seashore - if the night were cloudy - the Angels would descend brightly through the mist and the rain to make their presence and strength known - white pearly lights lighting up the clouds with blue auras. These were the returned Elohim.

Such were the changes in my life that I started to realise why my life had been so hard - why it had been so painful. The images that I saw in my youth of Henry the 8th were true - and that I was that bad old tormented monster - that my six lives that I was created to live were the aspects of my six wives, that my relativity of eightness and harmonics, my penchant for medieval compositions - and the striking highly detailed images of Henry 8th were there for me to learn from.

Difficult to deal with, but his life was as corrupt as mine was pure, that I was indeed a mirror image of his attainments.

Offending God in this lifetime when I was very young, I had won a King James Bible at school - a prize for religious knowledge - and realising what a painful and unjust life I was having, my spirit rebelled when it read the book of Job. The passage where Job complains that the evil people flourish whilst he is forsaken - I physically cut from the Bible with a pair of scissors - realising somehow that that was going to be the story of my hard life to come.

Amusing therefore that I ended up working in a Jobcentre /labour exchange and that one night very recently I complained again to God - saying that it looks like I'm going to end up in a cardboard box - or a wet plastic compost bag - and said to God - is that all there is ?

I had been showing American friends to Russell Penman - and unknown to myself had left my lodgings keys by an act of God many miles away at Russell's home in Fife.
I arrived home at night and nobody was home - and realised that I had an hour or two out in the cold - so I decided to take a walk.

And as I went down the road, I realised that I desperately needed the toilet and to offload some compost and manure.

I realised that things were starting to get really urgent when I saw a disused factory and I entered the yard, passing as I did so a pile of forklift palettes that were put together in a way that resembled an African shanty house - I gave it a look and thought ... no .. I'll try round the corner for anonymity but no go and as I went back into the yard I realised that time was running out and as I was standing beside the shanty house - used it for the toilet.

I felt a sense of wonder and humour as that situation contrived to tell me that if God wants me in a cardboard box that's exactly where I'll end up if I don't repent.

The angels of God and Christ convey a simple eternal truth - we walk in a material world as eternal souls - many of us overextended and self destructive - losing our dignity because of our self destructive exploits, and though henry the 8th may have been an excessively large cross to bear plus all the other terrorists I had become, redemption and salvation is simply the recognition of that source from which we all come.

The angelic and Christian hand is always extended to lift us out of the very large pit that we have dug for ourselves - and that not only is there light beyond this darkness, the Lights of God have shown me in no uncertain terms that they are ready and able to enter that darkness to save us.

For all the things, which may transpire in the future, whether comets or catastrophe, star gods, aliens or beings with a taste for blood oranges, I know, - am certain that the powers of light are nearby also - taking real concern over the future of our world.
We are on a quest, for new dawns and new beginnings, for tomorrows without end, for love and fulfilment - and that source that knows our every reason, and the angels given to hold our hand through our nightmares are there - and knowing that - I know that we cannot fail if we have faith in ourselves.
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QUESTIONS: on Light Beyond the Darkness : by Linda Molton Howe

LMH You wrote, "I finally worked up the courage to explore Spiritualism and trained as a medium at Albany Street in Edinburgh for over three years ..." What provoked you to go from your visual experiences to trying mediumship?

ATH I could hear, smell and see people, colours and events and found that I was communicating with people who appeared to respond to my queries and or surprise in ways that convinced me that I was hearing new information.

LMH When was the first time you saw the beautiful Watcher? Could you describe her in more detail? Is she the same as your "guardian" mentioned later?

ATH I saw her in 1979, and she was feminine without glamour - a bit androgynous she was kneeling at my pillow one morning as I awoke.

I understand that too many visuals could set up a train of dependent thinking, which would be unhealthy for me since my life is more about external action.

LMH Intuitively, what is your interpretation of "ah, another slave" by the "man with western clothes, dark hair and big glasses?"

ATH He was one of the many non-human predators of the lower 'astral' and I don't think this guy had a body on the planet.

LMH What is your gut reaction about the meaning of green breath and clouds of green energy with the priestess? Was it a dream? Out of body?

ATH It's my life essence - and she had to be a Prana vampire.

LMH Assuming that your experiences are out of body, how could the three people seated around the open ledger harm you?

ATH I think that they had intended to somehow programme me into their itinerary for certain people here incarnated .. The inference with the building I was in was one of worldly wealth and power and that they somehow wanted control of my soul.

LMH Why did you know the genetics of the "blood fruit" was human?

ATH When I looked at the tiny organs at the centre of the orange ... I somehow knew that they were human ...

LMH Have you read the books, "The Watchers, Volumes I and II" by Raymond Fowler? Abduct Betty Anderson has interactions with spheres of light and glowing humanoid figures that play games with spheres of light.

ATH no

LMH Where did the light beings take you that healed your heart and gave you courage to stand fast? What did they do with you to accomplish the healing and strengthening?

ATH It was a very complex experience ... it was as if the formless beings lifted ideas from the human world of form and turned them into harmless theme parks for play which they constituted ... I had the idea that somehow the Dualistic 'mother and father' manifested there in these 'magical' places more readily and that I was somehow participating in a new and fresh universe as though it had just been 'birthed', and that the energies of the dualistic soul that had been created from the foundry [very Nordic context] were a mansion in which visiting parties were welcome to participate.

My soul was shown a vision of eternity and of different ways of being and that that put my temporary worldly problems in perspective.

LMH What does "They (light beings) create vistas for other beings to dwell in and through co-evolution and participation in the experiences of the souls just come from the world of matter, they spread a communal joy amongst the participants."

ATH That's a reference to the 'theme park' idea ... but its as if the magical ideas that they create somehow manifest in the physical world.

There was a point where these gentle and beautiful virtual reality experiences seemed to be defining what I would do in the world the next day - and with whom I would meet and interact. Sometimes the gentle difference of opinion in those visions would be physically very terse and upsetting ...

LMH What happens at night when you "rush towards" the bright pinprick of light?

ATH I don't get recall for that ... usually I see a point of light like a star or a UFO moving about, I have seen points of light like the constellation of Orion behind my eyes.

LMH What work were you doing in "an out of town lab"? What is the Bush Estate at Roslin?

ATH I worked at the Institute for Terrestrial ecology in the tropical reforestation for Nigeria project.

The Bush estate is a huge multifunctioning lab and research complex more famous today for its cloning experiments and dolly the sheep.

LMH When the floating Monk provoked your third eye to open, what did you first see?

ATH I was more into spiritualism and trying to 'reach' across the divide then, but I started to change my attitude to my experiences and realised that as I awoke, I was part of something infinitely richer and greater than my life then was.

LMH What is "Magdalene's" in Portobello, Edinburgh?

ATH The Magdalene's are a housing estate.

LMH Did the boy report any of the content of his talk with the sphere before he gave it a karate blow?

ATH no, but he thought that he was talking to god - which I thought incongruent.

LMH Intuitively, do you think/feel that the "2-3 foot high silvery sparkling sphere hovering 3 feet above the carpet" is extraterrestrial monitoring technology? Or a probe from another dimension outside this space/matter/time universe? Or a life form itself?

ATH I thought that it was some sort of portal.

LMH "I have memories of strange child-like grey people and a feeling that something wonderful had happened - of white rooms and scientists and many happy things." What wonderful happened?

ATH This is the craziest thing ... my guide told me that something wonderful happened and for a moment I was certain too - but absolutely zero.

The abduction experience represented itself in my mind like a cartoon strip or cinematic frames and in each frame was an event ... I do remember feeling that I really want to hold on to these memories because they were so fascinating .. But as I tried to focus on the images I had of the event, they simply faded from my grasp.

I would still like to find out .. But no-one has offered to regress me as yet.

LMH 1985: What are "forces of darkness?"

ATH I was having a bit of trouble with all sorts of things to which I gave a heading.

In 1985 I was working on a book called 'the jasper key' and had come to the conclusion that something rather alien was giving humanity a bit of a problem - having seen the internal evidence of it at work for myself .. I developed my own conspiracy theory .... However Roberts and Gilbertson published a book called the Dark Gods ... featuring ideas by Lovecraft and evil forces at work behind the world ... of course all this was new to me ... and I felt that Gilbertson had made 10 times better a job researching his ideas.

LMH What is their relationship to Oriental beings?

ATH I had lucid dreams of a ruined civilisation and people hiding in the rubble shooting their ships ... rather like a scene out of terminator2 !!

LMH What is your personal interpretation of the doppelgangers?

ATH I had met some very powerful people in the Scottish Knights Templar who were part of a secret inner circle called star temple or Stella Templum.

The head of that organisation was a lady who took me into a building that had a 'psychically' bad room .. and I told her not to be afraid and that I would protect her from the forces within .. she accompanied me to the door and took a step in and told me to stay where I was, I disobeyed - and though she was 2-3 feet away, I was pushed hard away from the door - by some force that she emanated.

LMH Are they programmed androids, androids cloned from specific human genetic material? Are they identical copies on purpose?

ATH I think that they projected themselves for me to see that day.

LMH For example, to put "human copies" back among humans as better intelligence cover for whatever the Oriental beings' agenda is?

Were the 2 visitors in grey pinstripe suits that "could have been twins with strange looking oriental eyes" blond haired? Or no hair?

ATH Brown hair .. Western colouring

LMH What is the "evil nature" of the man who tried to approach you in bed before your guardian angel lady pulled you out of your body and healed you?

ATH I was being bullied [I believe] by British Intelligence who seemed to have checked out my bigger sister working in a sensitive job in the UN Relief and Works Agency for Palestine - personal assistant to the deputy head - then me joining an anti Arab organisation [they would see] like the Templars ... who also had anti Windsor motivations ... my phone would ring and go dead and people started doing things to my life ... anyway that's a long, long story too .. !!

Just before that attack in my bed, I had been approached by a man claiming to be an intelligence operative who questioned me about my politics and pushed me around.

LMH What does this sentence mean: "In January 1997 in my flat in Leith, a bright and luminous lady appears to me. She is considered beautiful by her own kind, she is Elven Aristocracy..."????

ATH I was laying there and suddenly this luminous lady in white evening gown, long white evening gloves on her spindly arms, white necklace and belt, and white wispy shoulder length hair appeared 3 feet away.

A bit of a shock, then we had eye contact and a telepathic dialogue began.

She spoke mainly about the origins of aristocratic protocol at her Court, and she asked me if I thought she was beautiful .. by human standards ..

Well she was a bit strange but non the less beautiful as were her eyes, then she told me that she was thought comely by her own kind.

At this point my guide directly intervened - the first time I had ever heard my guide surprised and she said 'its you, its you' - somehow my guide knew this being and definitely didn't want her to interact with me then - then suddenly all went white.

LMH Is she an android if her skin glows with an Inner Light? What is your interpretation of skin glowing? Is she from this universe? Another universe? Another time line, past or future? Another dimensional frequency?

ATH I think that her fabric was in an intermediate state between one dimension and the next and that had she chosen, she could have fully materialised in either dimension.

LMH What non-human type do you associate with the "beautiful golden human-looking eye?"

ATH I think that that was somehow 'Nordic' or Elohim

LMH Can you elaborate more about the "awesome detail" in the vision the golden humanoid? Or only eye? Shared with you?

ATH The vision was a blueprint not just for Scottish ideas, but all the cultures of the earth ... I saw all of this manifested in a planetary construction programme - and I covered imagery from idea, design, manufacture, fabric, furnishing, packaging, corporate structure, new foods, new technologies, software, media, diplomacy, tactical and strategic politics etc etc.

LMH "The harvest of the Human race, I was told, are the billions of cultural products it (Edainne and Elohim) has managed to create and nurture amongst millennia of war and bloodshed." WHY WAR AND BLOODSHED?

ATH I think that I should have said DESPITE millennia of bloodshed - sorry.

LMH I'm convinced that war, violence, bloodshed, rape, all the self-destructiveness of humans plays some perverse role in whatever Something's ultimate agenda is - but WHAT? WHY? TO WHAT END?

ATH I think that the human race is a temporary shell inhabited by various players from various civilisations, active, passive and neutral - and that we should not see the human race as having anything much in common with itself.

Where and who were we all 100 years ago - not all human ??

LMH "Then an Elohim with Golden Eyes said to me that the beautiful produce of Humanity would be used to teach and redeem the Race from the oblivion to which it was condemned." What is the "beautiful produce?"

ATH The produce that's not weapons or able to create division within community, that is cultural and imaginative and poetic and related to the geography and the real lives of the people and their ethnography.

LMH Did Jehovah do the condemning of humanity? Is Jehovah really a mean, territorial, vengeful E.T. who thrives on war and violence itself? See: Old Testament.

ATH I don't know that - but someone did

LMH Back in 1985, a U. S. intelligence agent said this to me literally:

"We've learned that Jehovah is one mean sonofabitch and one of our greatest concerns is when he decides to come back."

ATH There's probably more than one bad player in this game of reality here ?

LMH Isn't there a contradiction from the sentence, "The harvest of the Human race I was told are the billions of cultural products it has managed to create and nurture amongst millennia of war and bloodshed" - as if war and bloodshed were necessary to create the harvest????

ATH replace amongst with despite of

LMH Then, the following sentence, "Each country, each culture has made and manufactured many wondrous items - these shall be preserved, but of those items tainted by darkness and bloodshed, these shall perish."

What is the "desert World" where the new city Oasis and Gardens are to be manufactured and constructed out of templates stores on a computer/s?

ATH I initially thought it was Mars and now really believe that it will be the rebirth of Mars

LMH What is the "garden Apples of Hesperides, Scotland, England and France"? Genetic clones are doppelgangers, aren't they?

ATH No these are really apples - it was simply to make another orchard using good stock in the same way that other fruits and produce, flowers etc were to be characteristic of the essence of a culture.

It was to symbolise a newer and more mature 'orchard of New Eden' It may also mean that Genetic Engineering by a benign species will aid in the reconstruction of Civilisation - perhaps on Mars.

LMH What do you mean, "a new museum to the Grail" from every "known Galactic Civilization?" What is the Grail to you?

ATH To me the grail cycle is a quest for the souls truth - and that culturally the approaches differ.

If that's true, then it must produce many colourful vistas and cultural tapestries - all representing the quest of the immature creations for greater glory.

LMH Can you explain your sentence, "The Queen (Sara) of human form would also be surrogate to a Race of new Humans, and that those would evolve from a Union of that species: Dinosauroids/Zeta Reticulans/Greys and Humanity?"

ATH The Queen would be a hybrid .. but my use of Zeta is tentative because I believe that much of the alien stuff we hear about doesn't necessarily come from the stars, but that the dinosaurs evolved to be a race that looked like our current vision of the Greys - I would be hesitant to say that my abductions were by beings from a different star [in my case at any rate]

LMH Why does she lead "a quest for the liberation of Mankind?" Liberation from whom? Jehovah/Enlil?

ATH That's my guess. A crusade to liberate the oppressed from the iron rule of the Lizards.

LMH Union of 3 Houses and 3 Races - Whose Houses? Which Races?

ATH Aryan/Elohim/'Grey' or High Elven/

LMH Why would the Zeta's have any interest in Earth in the first place?

ATH I think that Zeta is a generic for a particular appearance and that some beings of that appearance are indigenous to Earth and are the Elder Race here.

LMH Scotland = Center of Learning for Fairest of Elohim/Jehovah/Enlil?

12,000 years or more ago during time of Atlantis? Arthur and the Round Table - were they Elohim ETs?

ATH I have a theory about Scotland - and I believe something really strange happened here - and that this was an Enkay place that got hit very hard.

LMH What is the War of Eden?

ATH I would look at Enoch for those clues ... and to the devastation in the solar system.

LMH What is the Stewardship of the Stewart's that will end?

ATH The end of the bad clone kings, to be replaced by a line that 'may' get it together better.

LMH CONFUSION: If new City of Edainne in Caledonia is to house the best of human cultural and national themes without "dark ideas" - what do you mean: "...but, be warned, for the forces of hell and greed bring their own hell with them to this place."

ATH The place would be protected by a telepathic screen that would magnify the minds and thoughts of those who lived there - it would also magnify imperfections and that some really bad imperfections when magnified could make the bearer unwell.

LMH Especially confusing if "the planet Caledonia shall be guarded by the Houses."

What exactly is the Reticulan Empire?

ATH I had the idea that Caledonia was part of a sector of a large empire, and that this empire was kept together by trading portals rather like 'Stargate' but that these portals could also bridge time and space.

That there was an Empire holding together built up of trading blocks, most of these used ships - and that the portal network had some other important function.

LMH What does this sentence mean? "Images of a Universal software that could generate a tartan unique to your origins and species derived from the vast social database of the Cunningham Intelligence agency. (CIA)"???

ATH the idea was partly humour - for the 'CIA' but the idea for the tartan software I could actually implement if I had the programming skill.

My theory of 3ness/relativity when applied to a database that analyses interstellar cultures would allocate background colours to the tartan based on certain cultural criteria. These would be based on the fabric and energies that it utilises the most. E.g. Dark Earthy Civilisations would use a dark Earthy colour palette and so on.

Other colours in the tartan would be allocated according to social performance and function, and the physical characteristics of the social infrastructure, and the light threads would be coloured according to the aesthetics and evolutionary tends within the society - relatively dark or light etc

LMH Which "powers at work" are you referring to in the sentence: "The visions of greatness and beauty persisted, and then I knew that the Human race would not perish, for powers were at work."??? What's behind the perish path for Humanity versus what's behind the salvation path for Humanity? And why?

ATH I think that the human race, although deeply flawed, seem to manufacture the most wonderful things in their temporal spans .. That they are an asset known to all long lived species - who send souls here rather like a university or a shopping centre or R&D lab, or as; holidaymakers or predators, and that somehow the franchise on the human race is about to go up for grabs, and that the fate of the human race will be strongly contested. I don't know much more though.

LMH Please elaborate on this sentence: "Yet more than the Human Race would be saved, for the Greys, and the Golden Eyed Angel who spoke to me, knew of things which are yet to pass (WHAT?) - but that holding on to these images tired me greatly beyond my Human ability - thus I slept at last."

ATH Its a real problem dealing with interactions between states - these Beings are unwilling to interfere in the job description I signed up for when I was born, but they also respect me enough not to simply delete their interaction.

I am however left with the memory of knowing that I saw more than I remember.

LMH What exactly is the relationship of angels in their frequencies to humans in this frequency?

Why do they bother "to hold our hand through our nightmares?"

ATH It's our life - our choices - from what I understand - choosing a life is bit like choosing a new job - we see the paint by numbers outline of the potential that could be - then we go and put in the colouring in our own unique way.

I'm really glad that I have this support - even though I can't get the lottery number.

LMH Do you have any stories and drawings depicting Sula, the Celtic goddess of the sea?

ATH She lives on the volcanic plug off the East Coast of Scotland - the high walled sea battered bass rock - home to the indigenous solan goose or gannet.

The goddess changes into a goose to dive into the seas of fate to fish for Celtic souls - I have a photo of a painting to let you see somewhere by kind permission. I suppose that she was the original shapeshifting Princess who started the changes in Eden

LMH Please explain more your sentences: "Being approached by someone that looks familiar or beautiful and arousing in your dreams does not mean that that person is really there. These beings that live in the bit of eternal forest nearest our world ???? Take our energies by mimicking???? The person that we would most like to give our energy to." ???? Why? What's the point?

ATH To us there is no point - in the same way that a fish or a lion feeds.

The human race and body has its nervous energies invested in information.

We attribute great store by its quality and content - but really most of it is simply self-referential labels that we attribute to experience. In reality our minds are full of labels that we invented - and we can live our whole lives in these attributes that we have invented for reality.

The 'vampire/mimic' is probably a life form that doesn't pay close attention to the mountain of human labels - it simply wants to release energy for a snack.

The human body's greatest store of energy is the sexual battery - and that particular instinct needs less incentive to get loose.

The attributes and labels of sexual release in human psychology are probably the ones which the mimick can most readily identify - and by engaging in a transaction that will trigger sexual pleasure in humans using the victims own projected needs - it gains its snack. [Imo]

LMH I was allowed to send nearly a hundred questions once to a sick and dying U. S. Army Colonel who had spent time with an Eben (sort of oriental looking with vertical slit pupils like a cat's or some snake's and four very long fingers). One of my questions to him was: Is there any truth to reincarnation? His answer was: "Yes, reincarnation, the recycling of souls, is the machinery of the universe."

ATH I truly believe that too.

LMH Is there really a Devil that the powers of light must contend with in order for humans to survive? For all non-Devils to survive? Does a, or the, Devil have a soul? Are Devils the result of eons of cloning that produces containers without souls?

ATH One mans devil is another saviour - its all relative xtian stuff - but there are probably various good guys and bad guys here now - some used to be the good guys no doubt - and some used to be the bad guys - actors on the stage and all that stuff.

I think that the evil clones without souls stuff is most likely wrong and propaganda for fundamentalists.

LMH If there is a finite number of souls in the Mind of God, then are souls ultimately the hottest items in Infinite Time and Space?

ATH I think that the possibility God has for the creation of souls is an infinite capacity.

thanks for your interest Linda and for giving me the opportunity to think about this again.

This led me to thinking about God, the Cosmos and the Garden of Souls within it. I then realised that the Monkeys had a very uphill struggle to overcome the crap that they are taught.

That monkeys had very little chance of finding God if it was left to the Reptoids.

The Cosmos as we know it, galaxy upon galaxy, cluster upon cluster is a vast event in time space and the establishment give us a simplistic line on it all. For example:

Antimatter Not As Tough As Matter -- Thus We Exist By Peter Henderson.

SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - Looks like antimatter is not all it's cracked up to be, a group of international physicists have announced in a finding which proves there is a good reason for our universe, made of matter, to exist.

Matter and antimatter blow each other up when they meet, as any Star Trek fan knows, which has left physicists working hard to explain how our universe, made up of matter, could exist, since around the Big Bang which started things there apparently were equal amounts of matter and antimatter.

STANDARD MODEL OF THE UNIVERSE

The work fits nicely with the current view of the universe, the Standard Model, which accurately predicted that B mesons and anti-B mesons would be slightly different, or asymmetrical.

``We don't have to invent new physics to explain our results,'' Smith.

Russian physicist and dissident Andrei Sakharov came up with the idea in 1967 that the universe of matter could exist because of the slight difference, also called charge-parity violation, or CP violation.

But in settling one debate physicists set the stage for another.

The Standard Model is missing something, even if it is correct as far as it goes. The amount of matter it predicts is only about **** one billionth *** as much as really exists, Smith said.

``There is something major out there that we don't know,'' he said.

Yep that's exactly what's wrong with this dead end reptoid monkey puzzle - it just doesn't know when to discard a crap model.

How can anybody claiming to be sane believe that a model that is out by a factor of one billion is a valid model - !!!!!! absolutely crazy - they just don't know, and won't admit it - or simply are not telling the common herd anything truthful in their haste to maroon and cull the monkeys on a dying desert island.

``Either there is some new set of ghostly particles, maybe they are just too massive to have been produced in accelerators... or there is some completely new phenomenon that we have not been able to see that is there to have catalysed the evolution of the universe.''

"The Stanford-based tests were conducted by more than 600 scientists from 75 institutions in Canada, China, France, Germany, Great Britain, Italy, Norway, Russia and the United States, and the results have been submitted for publication in the Physical Review Letters journal."

This model passing itself off as science is truly flawed. When we add in all the other nonsensical theories such as Einstein and a whole posse of simple-minded scientists who keep taking things out of context - then we end up with nothing but a hard time for all monkeys.

However, the cosmological model presented here depends for its consistency/ontology on the linear/regular nature of time.
e.g. the 'decay of elements' the 'motion of galaxies' in relation to time however in the chaos paradigm that I subscribe to, that comes from Tesla; time, energy and mass and gravity are not regular and predictable and linear but are chaotically variable.

This means that with the nature of time and energy really being chaotic and irregular we may really be a lot closer to heaven than we currently think we are. E.g. Time may stand still, or hiccup, or run backwards, and distance may be no object at all or totally unachievable depending on which way the deep space weather systems are blowing.

Looking at the ease with which Angels can travel across intergalactic space as recounted by Russell Penman who was taken outwith the galaxy by the Angels of Christ in a matter of seven seconds. We must stop believing in the Monkey Science Fictions of Star Trek which are manufactured to confuse.

We see and measure something but we don't really know 'when' it happened.

I also believe that Gravity and Time are one and the same field - and would cite the atomic clock experiment to demonstrate that - i.e. 1 of 2 atomic clocks was kept stationary on the ground [went slower /more time] whilst the other, travelling at speed at very high altitude, went faster [less time] than the one travelling in the air at altitude - further away from the centre of gravity.

In My Cosmological ideas, therefore where deep space has little gravity - it also has little time. In reality, when we gaze out at deep space, we may be staring at the dark matter of heaven and that the antigravity technology may travel to the frequencies of heaven much faster than it can reach the distant islands of visible light matter that we call the galaxies.

It follows then, that everything we can see is not of heaven, and that all the things we cannot see belong to other states of Being [though not necessarily all good for us]

Whereas Rae Tomes has proven that distant galaxies/stars redshift with harmonic intervals and that that light has measurable values in relation to some other fixed point - what I assume has not been established is an absolute indication of the time.
e.g. the big bang theory is virtually refuted by the age of matter in the ribbon of galaxies called the great wall [Lerner 1992]
To analogise - galactic redshift demonstrates harmonic properties but when the measurements are taken eg. The 'melody' is listened to - I assert that we cannot know what the true 'pitch' or 'frequency' is in our terms and whether or not we are listening to a slowed down or speeded up melody ?

Because of that we do not have the ability to measure or to judge the absolute procession of cosmic time ? - only time relative to ourselves.

I believe if those ideas follow, therefore, that we can only work with an imperfect idea of time as evidenced in what we see. I.e. the properties of local matter.

Just because we see the evidence of time in action does not necessarily mean that we can accurately and absolutely measure it.

If time is variable, chaotic and non-linear as is matter and energy - the Cosmos is going to have zones where time/mass/gravity performs differently and that will affect the measurable speed of passage of photons across some zones.

In my opinion the relative competition/turbulence between differing mixtures of time/mass/gravity in the cosmos may lead to the formation [i.e. 'emergence' [cf. strange attractor]] of an island/bubble/universe - a set of material ingredients - a Cosmic Foam - whose properties tend towards a particular time/frequency but are actually part of a greater cosmos/ set of ingredients with more variable properties.

Rather like a tropical storm in a weather system.

In this model - there cannot be absolute or regular time for any mini cosmos within the foam, because of the presence of chaotic variables from elsewhere.

Classical Cosmology argues that: 'If the universe is infinite in size then it must be infinitely old for then it must have expanded infinitely fast at some point in its existence. And we know that it has a finite age due to the state of matter, the age of stars, the radioactive decay of elements, the motion of the galaxies. Our universe is a bubble with a radius in light years equal to its age. As the universe ages light from more remote regions can reach us. How large the actual existence of matter is slightly inconsequential. Allan Guth wrote of inflation theory back in the 70's. His theory leads to an enormous universe, but not an infinite one. That can never be achieved for the above reasons.'

However, despite this, I presented Olbers paradox [i.e. if the universe was infinite - there would be an infinite amount of light and all of it would be here by now and the sky would be white at night - as proof that there is ether holding up the photons - because as we see the sky is dark at night.]

But I am told Olbers was dismissed because the Universe was deemed finite and that there were only finite photons - therefore the night sky remains black.

Looking at the vast amount of matter in this Cosmos that remains unmeasured - e.g. The dark matter - I think it fair to say that we have no logical right to as yet call the Universe finite.

I suggest that the universe is infinite, that Olbers paradox is valid and consequently that Olbers paradox illustrates the presence of Ether, and therefore highlights the lack of unity in the current paradigm of Einstein.

Which on the face of it is quite rational - there is so much garbage cosmology being built on foundations of sand such as incomplete Einstein and Superstrings.

We have restrictions and impositions laid upon us as to what constitutes bodies or shells for the soul and what time means, but all of these labels have to be irrational junk that we have all grown familiar with and therefore re-use in error.

If eternity has formless beings in realms of energy then why might they not take up occasional residence in stars, galaxies or photons. Why might they not explore without regards to the constraints of what we think time is ? And, why oh why do we think we know what time is at all ? And what notion of eternity can an establishment that believes in death give to people like myself.

The Hubble telescope identifies a thick soup of galaxies extending towards eternal depths.

Yet, I would contend that the biggest cluster of all the matter we can see, and all the galaxies we can see put together, is as big as the smallest photon.

And that that biggest cluster is a 'demi-God' - one of many Beings.

And that being full of living energy has an eternity of possibilities within it, much like the Mandelbrot Set or Koch Curve of Chaos Theory.

For each Being, by my theory of particle physics, is composed of the same fractal and wave events and rich diversity of harmonics, symphony and music.

It is our 'human' mind, I would contend, that has the problem with scale, magnitude and time, which restricts and imposes labels and criteria on the shells and events that it inhabits.

Yet what is consciousness - but an individual endowment of life from some Creator beyond First Cause.

Modern New Age stuff based in Eastern Traditions and the fury of Sataniel, has it that God was a bit lonely, so underwent involution and created partitions .. Sort of multiple personality disorder so that he could have a bit more fun.

But ultimately it's all just a poor sad joke and empty rhetoric say some Daoists.

That we are not really individuals, individually created but part of a Godsoup that we don't know about and one day if we keep losing our individuality we will become re-assimilated by God and therefore be 'enlightened and dissolved' at the same time.

I would contend not, however, that the sum of all these 'partitions' is never equal to or greater than the Godhead - rather it is the lesser. To me we were deliberately created individuals, not partitions within God - some with dual partners some without - and in that sense we are the additional, individual, sons and daughters of God.

What therefore is consciousness but the gift of interplay and evolution within eternal possibilities of growth and creation.

I have seen that my consciousness can exist beyond the materials and architecture of this Universe.

I was taken from this Cosmos to interact with Beings of Light, and these Beings were formless, some with partners in duality some without - and they seemed to be beyond the Cosmos as we knew it.

This Cosmos - our cosmos, to my eyes was one Being of Light - one globular Cluster filled with galaxies of possibilities - one consciousness whom we are invited to explore.

There were other Beings of Light gathered round and within these were other eternities - other conditions of Being - different materials, different properties, different relationships between souls and time, some non-dual - some with matter that had 'biased' equations.

And it seemed that these Beings conferred, and shared Joy and laughter and seemed to cherish the opportunity to share and interact with the soulmates of others.

I saw the script for planet Earth and realised that what I saw was the most loving interpretation of the most brutal regime - and knew that in the language of eternity there were many explanations for the justice and injustice that happened on Earth.

The Beings of Light would invent a script between them e.g. 'to be, or not to be' then the other Souls would honour that Being by sharing in their energies and their Cosmos within - by taking up various roles within that play to explore it - painfully or joyfully - the opportunity to learn and evolve from the script was adopted by all who attended the many mansions within the energies of that Being.

Each Being was an individual Cosmos.

The Creation of the individual and dual sparks that we ultimately are, I would contend, occur between at least two poles of the Godhead. There the new sparks of consciousness are birthed initially in someone's eternity where they collect shells about them and evolve towards a natural equilibrium and balance after many mistakes.

They may become too dense with experience and have to shed or strip back shells, retracing their evolutionary steps having identified a cul-de-sac, or they may make the relative error of being sluggish and not accruing enough experience to equip themselves with a direction.

In Eastern Reptoid sabotaged scripture, the soul makes a linear journey towards re-immersion in the 'soup of God' [nirvana] when, eventually, the ladle of creation dips into the pot and puts out another combination of components which may contain a portion of the re-assimilated soul.

In this we are supposed to feel a scrap of comfort that we will not be all lost - but it is a lie, borne out of the hate and envy of Sataniel who corrupted his own life with the sins of pride. He seeks to make us all feel the same guilt of being an individual that he may in his pride and fury punish his own Creator.

I.e. He wants to make us feel. The fear of dissolution - to deny eternity, and to take away from us the pride we should feel in our own identity. He does this in revenge for the mess he made with his opportunity, and to show his contempt for creation.

This garbage philosophy featured in the Virtual Reality Animated Film ' FINAL FANTASY - the Spirits Within' - which was quite simply a reptoid-fest of real and imagined omnipotence.

I know, however that the soul is an individual and unique creation a gift of life and love from the Creator and that we have been given eternity to explore - a garden to play in.

In this model that I name continuism, however, the souls journey continues eternal, and individual or dual.

The soul is always sampling diversity and eternity, never tiring of choice, never needing a reason other than joy.

In this model God doesn't give the gift of individual life to later undo it as Eastern teachings say - but endlessly and lovingly unites and re-unites his individual children with themselves, their energies and their creative capacities in an eternal garden of possibilities.

These are ideas about the Cosmos that came to me near a period of abduction, early 1980's - and I actually experienced these ideas and entities in the first person.

They probably don't agree with the New World Order's ideas on the submersion of individuality in the whole - but there's more to life than bread and water.

The Reptoid establishment however, has only one purpose, to detach the Monkeys of the Spiritual Forests of God and predate on them.

In order to do that - it must paint a picture of death and finite constraints.

Thus it builds religions out of death, and sets up barriers between the questing souls and God. It denies us eternity and says that our souls are but material that will perish. It says that our eternity is small and constrained - and denies us the scientific advance we need to explore it.
It gives the monkey no hope in a world that is a diseased slaughterhouse, and using its telepathic predators, harvests the despair of monkey dissolution whilst opening up the monkey soul and shell to the frightening possibility of demonic reptile possession.
At that point, the monkeys are faced with a science that cannot or will not explain its predicament, and telepathic reptoid wise men and doctors who do know but perpetuate the disease and the hosting in the name of their ancient ancestors. The monkeys have nowhere to turn except to believe that they are mentally and spiritually diseased and blind to the reptoid deceit and motives happily partake of destructive pharmaceuticals in the misplaced trust that these chemicals will make their problem go away.

The only cure for mismanaged reality, however, is Truth.

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