ET Contact, Books Written, 20+ Years Later.......

 

And so here we are ........

Twenty-plus years ago the author of OTHER WORLDS: The Series was approached by ETs and asked to write a story.  The details given were .. ok .. we'll use the word 'intense.'  The titles of the books were given.  The names of the characters were given.  The cover art was given in a vision.  The story was given.  And there followed a long conversation about why. 

The news of the day is .... 

"Mayan Tablets Released By Mexican Government"  (link:  http://reinep.wordpress.com/2012/07/31/mayan-tablets-released-by-mexican-government/  )

 "Mayan Document Will Show Evidence Of Alien Contact, says Mexico" (link:  http://www.reuters.com/  )

 The story of this Series, the years since this journey began, and the beyond-imaginable number of messages is a story unto itself.  But the bottom line is ... there is a message here for Earth and for Humanity.  The messages come from those who reside beyond Earth's borders.  The goal is Universal assistance.  Assistance that will help not only the people but, more importantly, the planet.  

This planet is not separate from the rest of the Universe.  What happens here affects the Universe.  The long-range impact Earth and events here can have on the Universe cannot be understated.  Are we going to listen?  What will happen if we don't?

As far as the books in this Series go, they were written as instructed ... subtle, gently worded, hidden messages threaded throughout, but energetically powerful enough to change lives.  The first five "tiles" are talked about in THE MAYAN TILES, Volume Two of the Series.  Wisdom brought to Earth many years ago.  But there are other Truths and greater wisdom waiting to be told.  With a great flurry of recent ET contact and conversation, the author is preparing to write the next revelations that are meant for Humanity.  Will you hear?

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THE MAYAN TILES ... Book Trailer

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(apologies .. inserting the video itself into the blog is not working at the moment .. click on the link above to go to the YouTube video)

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An Exchange With Commander Korton

It was a rare moment to sit with Commander Korton, quietly talking in the control room.  I doubt I could have been any more content.

The huge expanse of the Universe drifted mutely outside the large bank of windows above the control panel.  The screens above the windows flashed with every scene imaginable, and many that were not.  He sat on my right, comfortably relaxed, his small foot resting on the footrest below the panel.  Looking at that small foot, I again noticed that it very much resembled the shape of a small garden trowel.  There was something touching about that.  It was so rare to see him so comfortable and uninvolved in the activities of the great craft that I simply took a moment to study him.  When the love I had for him threatened to spill over into tears, I turned away.

"The people have a lot of questions," I murmured.

"I would imagine they do."

"One person wrote to ask why the craft can't be seen by the people on Earth."

"That's a simple one.  All things are energy, including the craft, and all energy has a frequency, a vibration.  You can tell her that it's similar to a dog whistle.  People can't hear it, but dogs can.  Because of the frequency of the sound.  It's the same with this.  If you're not in tune with this frequency, you won't see or hear us.  Unless we want you to, that is."

I smiled slightly, hearing his droll sense of humor behind his words. 

"Actually, while we're on the subject, you can tell her that it's the same with dimensional realities.  Every dimension has a vibrational frequency.  The thing that keeps the dimensions separate from one another is the vibrations themselves.  But, like you, when you learn to alter your vibration, your frequency, to be compatible with frequencies other than your own, you're, how do they say, in like flint?

I had to chuckle.  He was in a rare mood indeed.  In like Flint?  Where had he heard that?

He suddenly looked up at one of the screens.  Studying it for a second, he leaned forward, adjusted a gauge of some kind, and leaned back, still studying the scene that was going on.

"Exactly what is all of that, that we're seeing?"

"Activity that's going on within the Universe.  Any environment where free will reality is supported."

I was surprised.  "Really?  That's utterly cool!"  The idea of those on Earth some day realizing, or should I say accepting, that life on Earth was the do-all, end-all of intelligent life within the Universe delighted me.  What if the scenes playing out above us could suddenly, somehow, take over television sets all over the planet.  We could call it, oh, maybe, Day of Awakening.  Or maybe Day of Reckoning.

I could feel Commander Korton studying me.  His gaze felt like a warm, fluid energy moving over me.  I glanced at him and he shook his head at me, as though I amused him.

"You have such a liquid mind," he said.

"Liquid?"

"Perhaps nimble would be a better word.  You leap from one possibility to another like a deer across an empty green pasture.  But they're not just thoughts.  They're like change-everything-in-existence-in-a-single-moment thoughts."  He shook his head again, clearly amused at me.

"I like change," I murmured, in my own defense.

"The only constant is change and so it's good that you like it.  However, you always want to look closely at your reason for wanting change.  If desire comes from discontent, then it suggests resistance to the experience.  Resistance to any experience is resistance to the understandings to be gained from the experience.  On the other hand, if you desire change because you wish to see more and more possibilities flow into a constrained space, then you're much more in tune with the Universal Will of Expansion, existence morphing itself."

For a moment that, I know, made time stand still, our eyes met.  Our spirits moved through the small space between us and, just for that brief second, I was he and he was I.  Our time together, and actually all time, all exchange, was existence morphing itself. 

It was a lot to take in.  It was a lot to love.  It was about to change my life.  And I knew it.

(continued in next blog ....... )

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Suspended In Time

After leaving the conference room, Commander Korton and I turned right in the dim hallway.  He indulged me as I stopped for a moment, caught by my intense emotions.

Built into the wall, in this hallway, is a bank of coffin-sized cubicles.  Bodies sleep, suspended in time.  The cubicles are fronted by what looks like tinted glass.  Each is dimly lit, about the wattage of a 15-watt bulb.  I'm aware that the environment inside the cubicles is closely controlled and monitored.  When the spirit is complete with the mission it's set for itself, outside the limitations of this particular body, it will return. 

Without volition, I flattened my palm against the side of one of the cubicles.  A mental message sent to the brave soul who was wandering.  A tear of compassion.  And we moved on.

We passed many doors without stopping but I was aware of activity all around.  Somehow everyone on this craft is busy, but silence in the work fills the air with a sense of deep peace.

We were not so much walking as gliding.  We passed through the hallway's ion booth and soon we were standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the deck overlooking the docking bay.  The scene below resembled the many fabled movies we've seen on Earth.  The area was about as large as four football fields.  Figures moved intently about their work.  A small scout ship sat near the closed bay doors.  Much further to the rear of the room, my attention was captured by a larger craft.  (The scout ships are small, fit for two to six occupants.)

What was there about that particular craft that held me so captive that I was immediately aware of every breath? 

Korton noticed my stare.  "It's not time for you to remember."  He touched my hand.  As the energy of his compassion rushed through every cell, he gently turned me away from the sight and urged me back into the dim hallway.  I knew where we were headed.  A small smile replaced the tears that I hadn't released.

 (continued in next blog..........)