This might be a true story.
As always, I leave it up to you, the reader, to decide.
Once upon a time there was a group of souls who had ventured into the Art of Manifestation. They had gathered to ask The Creator if they could hatch a plan for manifesting an entire reality-experience.
"As long as your plan is in Divine Alignment with All That Is, yes," was the reply.
The ancient souls, all of who had been through time and space for many millenium .. all who had learned many lessons .. the easy way and the hard way .. gathered to discuss what their plan would look like. The end result was a stunningly beautiful planet. The trees will a brilliant silver-white. The shrubs were a deep burgundy. The streams ran silver and the mountains rose high enough to touch the two moons that hung in the sky above. They perfected their skills by imagining some of the most delightful and tasty treats. They called forth lions and tigers. Oh my. But the animal kingdom was kind and gentle and ancient as well. Reality was peaceful. Joyous. Satisfying.
One day one of the ancient souls felt a stirring in the air. She instantly recognized it as the energy of The Creator of All. Instantly alert, she listened carefully to the voice that sounded like the whisper of the wind.
"There is another place, in another time. A planet. An atom within existence, we will call it. This atom has become very ill. Very much out of Divine Alignment with All That Is. If the illness continues, the atoms around this atom will become ill as well. Eventually this area of existence will become quite ill. We can't allow that to happen. Will you offer to help?"
By this time some of the other souls had gathered, drawn by the energy of something quite unusual in their peaceful world. The soul who had first begun to listen looked around at the others, a question in her eyes. One by one, the others nodded 'yes.'
"Of course we will help,' she said, her voice shaking just slightly. The thought of leaving their peaceful reality was shaking her soul.
And so it was that a small Craft called The Esartania carried some of the ancient souls through time and space .. and a small portion of existence. They arrived at the 7th Veil. Everyone on board took a deep breath, exhaling their apprehension. The Esartania moved slowly forward. The 7th Veil parted. They found themselves coming to rest on the 6th dimensional frequency of a place they called Questar. Ah .. Questar. So beautiful and so compatible with where they had journied from. But could they stay? Was this their destination? Alas. No.
The small group of ancient souls gathered together near the silver stream that looked so much like hom.
"What's next," one of them asked, looking around the small group of faces.
The air stirred and a tall, thin image appeared. He wore tattered brown sandals and a dirt-brown robe that was tied with a thin, time-worn rope. He gazed into the far distance where the energy of an entire galaxy spun silently, tiny star-lights blinking like beacons. He pointed toward the distant galaxy. "That is your destination. The Esartania will take you there. Prepare yourselves to stay a while."
"What will we do there?" the soul named Klasidra asked.
The image looked into her soul with deep compassion. "Your energy will feed the planet you will live on. The planet that is the most ill. The one that is impacting that entire galaxy." He turned to look again at the slowly moving energy of the galaxy, sadness streaming from his eyes. :All things being energy, you have all been called to bring your energy to the source of the problem. You will be feeding your higher frequency into the density. That is how the healing will take place."
He continued speaking. "You will have assistance from many others who populate that galaxy. You will get to know them as time passes and the mission gets more intense."
Klasidra looked at him with a bit of skepticism. "How long do you think this might take," she asked.
"As long as it takes."
"You are known for your brevity," she said with a slight smile.
"Indeed," he replied with a twinkle in his eye.
He let his eyes capture hers. They had known each other for eons. "You will succeed," he said quietly.
Klasidra's eyes filled with quick tears. "I believe you," she whispered.
He continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "There will come a time when we will send a great energy form to assist you. It will come in the form of a massive Craft. That is how it will be perceived for those who are able to sense it. The frequency will make it invisible .. but the energy and impact will be felt."
Klasidra's toughts raced into the future. "It will completely absorb this galaxy you speak of," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
A sense of reverence and awe filled the air.
"Yes," he replied. He nodded and turned once again to gaze at the distant galaxy. "You will call it The Galaxy Craft. The energy and frequency will envelope this galaxy, healing the damage the illness has done." His gaze went to each soul who was listening. "You are called to this because you are capable. You will not fail. You will make history with your efforts. You will succeed."
