A Return To Questar

The earth beneath my bare feet welcomes me home, seeming to embrace me with every step, filling me with a sense of home in a way that cannot be matched.  Walking silently through the white-violet grasses, feeling the brush of comfort with every step, I keep my gaze upon my destination.

The air here feels lilac.  It's the only word that comes to mind that might be comparable to something on the planet Earth.

My home here on Questar is the tall, imposing spire of crystal that touches the sky.  The moments that I love it more than my heart can stand are the moments when the two moons flank the spire, sandwiching it as though it is cherished by existence itself.  Being held in the hands of God in a precious way that has no words.  'The Gift of Two Moons.'  That is the name of my home here on Questar.

The energy of my home reaches me long before I touch its walls.  As I reach out to touch it, bringing it into my heart after so long a time away, it absorbs me.  I find myself inside.  A place as familiar to me as God.  We breathe together, my home and I.  Within seconds we are one.  The way it has always been.  The way it was meant to be.

Admittedly, the time spent on Earth, away from the comfort of home, have not been easy.  But my home is a living thing and as the seconds pass it heals me.  Gently moving the damage from my body and my soul, filling me instead with the peace of who I am.  I breathe in the Truth and allow myself to rest.  The journey back to Earth will come again soon.  For now I reside in peace.

It feels like only moments but perhaps hours or even days have passed.  A familiar shadow comes to my attention and my beloved comrade of many centuries slowly materializes next to me.

"Solomon."  I greet him with love in my voice.  He has been unwavering in his support through the centuries and through our journey through existence.

"Dear One."  The look in his eyes bathes me in his own unique healing way.  "We have another step in front of us."

"Yes," I agreed.  "Another year on Earth begins."  I recognize the taste of hope as my words are spoken.

"It will be unique in ways you haven't experienced before," he advised.

"I feel that.  I sense that.  I know the quest to raise the vibrational frequency of the planet will continue, and I'm blessed to be a part of the effort, but the breaking down of the old energy is quite trying at times."

Solomon nodded.  "Indeed.  And it will continue.  As you know, it's the stripping away of the lies and illusions in order to allow the energy of Divine Truth to become the reality of that planet."  He nodded again.  "A very worthwhile mission, if you ask me."

"I totally agree with you.  It's unprecedented."

He gave me that studious look he has.  I smiled.  "Well," he said, "perhaps not unprecedented in the history of existence but certainly unprecedented in the history of Planet Earth."

I nodded, agreeing with him.  A distant, distant memory swam past me.  Another time.  Another place.  A few familiar faces.  Some of those on Earth now, playing a part in the 'changing of the guard,' so to speak, had been there too. 

"Yes," Solomon murmured.  "You have done this before and you can do it again.  None of you took this mission on with a wave and a smile.  It is not something any of you take lightly.  But what I am here to say to those who care to listen.  You will succeed.  You have before and you will again.  When you are weary, come home to yourselves.  Breathe in the Truth of who you are.  Breathe in the energy of your inevitable success with this planet, with this mission.  You are supported by so many others that the numbers cannot be counted."

He paused and reached out to touch my face with a hand as gentle as a feather.  "You will all be so proud of your accomplishments when all is said and done.  Renew.  Revive.  Breathe.  And rise again to move forward into the success that is waiting for you."

My hand raised as if on it's own volition and I brushed the comforting energy of my crystal home lightly.

He knew me well.  "You will be home soon enough.  But come home with the vision of your success.  Bring that with you when you return.  Your home will be all the more comforting if you do."

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Love, Gratitude, and Strength to ALL who have taken on this Mission and who remain dedicated to our success.
From LZ

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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..........)