The Viewing Room

(continued from previous blog

Instead of answering me directly, Commander Korton turned and walked toward the door, sending me a mental message to follow him.  We turned right, leaving the still, silent air of the crew quarter's hallways.  Passing through what I call the "ion cleanser," we turn left into one of the main hallways that lead to the control room.  Before we reach it, the Commander touches my elbow gently, urging me to turn toward a small doorway on my right.  This is what I call the 'viewing room.'  It's been a while since I've been here. 

The room is small and windowless.  It's more brightly lit than any of the other rooms I've visited.  A waist-high shelf takes up three of the four walls.  Devices that look similar to computer screens are placed strategically around the room.  Above the lower shelf is a much more narrow shelf.  Various gauges and other mysterious-looking devices flank each other along this shelf.  But there are many more 'containers' than devices.  The best description I can give of their physical appearance is that they look similar to the plastic cases that VHS tapes come in.

Hearing the Commander's thoughts, I sit down in the first chair on my left, facing a blank 'computer screen.'  Reaching above me to manipulate several controls, Korton activates the screen in front of me.  The history of Earth comes alive on the screen, but it's shown as energy.  Pure chaotic energy.  Looking like nothing that can accurately be described in Earth-terms and so let's just say, well, it looks like a total mess.

But I've been here before and so I know that, if I wait patiently, beneath the chaos of energy streaking every which way, the actual events will begin to show themselves.  I feel the Commander's hand on my shoulder and feel the press of great compassion pouring through him into me. 

"For most of Earth's history, since the agreement to allow human life to occupy the planet, chaos has reigned, as you know."  His words rang in my heart as well as my mind.  "And as you also know, there are no accidents within existence.  All was as it was meant to be.  Earth played the part that it did, allowing souls to manifest and test all manner of cause and effect, as well as themselves.  And they did it well."  I felt the wryness drip around those last words.

"However," he continued, "with Earth moving into a different energetic role within the Universe, it becomes necessary to shift the reality that it will support."

I turned from the screen and studied his eyes.  I knew what he was about to say.

"There is much talk on Earth about change, evolution, ascension, and other such things.  There is much speculation.  And there are many questions.  But as many lengthy conversations as there are, the deep realization of what needs to take place has not yet been addressed.  Or accepted," he added quietly.  "Reality, as it has been, cannot continue.  The true level of surrender, of hanging on to a manmade reality, has not yet been accepted as a Truth."

 He studied me solemnly.  "Souls are incarnating on Earth at this time for a myriad of reasons.  But one of those reasons takes precedence over all of the others.  That reason is coming to understand the true meaning of surrender, of surrendering to the oneness of All That Is, of being a unit of energy within a matrix of existence.  Acting independently, without regard for the cause and effect of one's actions, is going to have to become a thing of the past.  Earth's energetic destiny within the Universe will not support a lack of Universal Harmony in the future.  It cannot.  It's that simple."

The ramifications of what he was saying were not lost on me.  I'd been thinking about the impact of Humankind's chaos upon everything around it for most of my life.  All things being energy.  And energy having no boundaries.  How could the chaos continue without severe consequences at some point in time?

With his hand still on my shoulder, he leaned around me to touch something on the 'computer screen.'  Something within me felt like existence completely stopped for just a split second.  It was like the chaos stopped, the Earth took a deep breath, nothing moved, nothing breathed.  As I watched, not breathing, mesmerized by the feeling of life stopping, the energy on the screen began to move again.  But it was entirely different.  It was as though everything had been reversed, like all that had ever been was suddenly spinning in a different direction.  I had the sense of some type of miraculous vacuum that was simply sucking all that had ever been into some unseen vortex where nothing would ever be seen again.

The Commander's words were like a waterfall of wisdom slowly running through my energy field.  "It is all well and good to create realities wherein cause and effect are studied.  But there comes a time when souls will completely immerse themselves in the effect.  Only then will they understand what they've caused."

He tapped the screen on the upper right corner.  The only word I have for the vision that took over the screen is 'nirvana.'  It felt like my entire infinite soul took a deep breath and relaxed after thousands upon thousands of years of effort.  The Universe floated silently, Earth gently cradled in its embrace.  Chaos was gone.  Understanding was born.  Universal Harmony was life.

I couldn't help but wonder what the time span was between the "universal pause" and the final result of harmony.

( ... to be continued in next blog ... )

The Commander's Quarters

Having been given permission to enter Commander Korton's quarters long ago, I find myself seeking solace there often.  The entire exterior wall of his suite is the Universe that drifts silently outside.  The 'wall hangings' are whatever star system is passing by at the moment.  The entirety of the Universe can be felt in the room, like a reassuring blanket of eternity.

The hallways that lead to the crew members private areas are distant from the quiet workings of the rest of the craft.  If I were to stand in the control room and point in the direction of the rooms, I would point 'north-east.'  The Commander's suite is the first on the left, after turning right into the long hallway of suites.  To me, a sense of reverence fills these halls.  I suppose that comes from the crew members themselves; their dedication to serving The All That Is, their integrity, and their deep and eternal spiritual understanding of All That Is.  Each of them, to me, represents the epitome of spiritual integrity, which might be why I find myself hanging out there almost nightly.  I'm drawn like a moth to a flame, anxious to drink in all of the peace that they live as they quietly go about their work.

Often, when I find myself in need of a deeper perspective, a more quiet and fulfilling way of being, I find myself standing in front of the bank of windows in the Commander's rooms.  Because the 'windows' appear to be black (or non-existent), I have a sense of standing in the embrace of infinity.  The minutiae of the tiny, temporary life on Earth steps back and allows the real to enter my energy field.  Interestingly, I find the vast, never-ending vision of All fills me with an incredible sense of peace.

The rest of the quarters are dimly-lit, with the brief light in the rooms barely casting light off of the shiny black surfaces of the few pieces of 'furniture.'  To say that the entire scene looks surreal is probably a bit strange, considering everything, but that's what it is ... surreal.

Quite often Korton allows me my solace time alone there, communing with the silent Universe.  But today was different as I heard the faint whisper of the door open and close behind me.  As he always does when he approaches me, he moved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me.  I can actually feel his energy embrace me with his compassion and support.  It means everything to me that we call each other 'friend.'

His deep almond-shaped eyes moved across the scene in front of us.  The Earth was in the far-far distant left, a tiny ball of life that looked no larger than a tennis ball.  "The puzzle of it all must be quite burdensome at times," he murmured.

"From that perspective, yes."

"Which is why my spirit is so grateful that you embrace life without boundaries."  His reflection glimmered in front of me, echoing against the dark glass.  I thought I might have seen a tear in his eye.

"Compassion," he whispered.  And I knew exactly what he meant.

"Sharing with others, in the way that you feel called to do, is a great service that opens up the door of hope to so many.  Somewhere behind the veils of forgetting are the memories.  The more those memories get stirred, the more hope returns."  He turned toward me slightly.  "And we can agree that hope is a necessary commodity in the changing times."

"Indeed," I agreed instantly.  I hesitated, not wanting to voice the question that we both already knew I was there to ask.  "What happens next?"

( ... to be continued in next blog ... )

Energy Frequency Room

Fully expecting to be ushered into one of the small medical rooms, I was surprised when we glided silently past.  Down a narrow corridor on our left, we moved along an utterly silent, dimly lit, hall and finally stopped in front of a small doorway.  It was the only door leading out of the long hallway.  A vague memory of having been there before stirred deep within me.  Suddenly a dozen or more mental goals that I've had for most of my life came rushing in simultaneously.  There were 'keys' behind the door.  Without doubt.

Without ceremony, Commander Korton leaned forward and pressed a keypad that I hadn't noticed.  The thin door slid open to reveal a room that is similar, in some ways, to an observatory.  But that's not an accurate description because the room has no windows.  There are periscope-like devices that apparently reach out to the exterior of the craft and somehow mysteriously bring the exterior into the small, narrow room.

The room could more accurately be described as a long, narrow hallway.  It is probably only eight feet in width. Both side walls house fairly narrow shelves with glass-like fronts.  Below the shelves are built-in desktops, mostly empty of anything sitting atop them.  The 'periscope-like' devices intrude into the room from the tall ceiling, spaced about ten feet apart.  There are four.

We stop beneath the first 'periscope.'  Commander Korton gestures for me to look more closely.  As I do, I see a series of geometrically designed grids built into the 'periscope' itself.  The shape appears to be diamond-shaped but the lines somehow seem to be bent, even as they appear to be straight.  Perhaps an optical illusion.  Perhaps a vibrational energy co-existence of some kind.

Suddenly I'm cast into a place of being that is the real truth.  Beyond all illusion, I am as one with the truth of existence.  There is no time.  I am in my past and in my future.  I am as one with the energy of existence.  From this perspective I see the energy frequency separations that cause the lack of awareness of all that is existence.  Wave frequencies act like undulating curtains, moving slightly with the energy of thought, but never dissipating entirely.  Like the 'shell' of an atom that keeps an atom in its form, the 'curtains' act as 'shells' that allow certain vibrational frequencies to be contained.  Within these 'containments,' various parts of existence can be delved into and explored minutely.

I am simultaneously inhabiting the minute Earth-form that is known as 'me' and the vast, beyond-boundaries essence of all that is within this existence.  A part of the vast me peers at the diamond-shaped grid within the 'periscope.'  I suddenly know that the reason the craft that is so firm and tangible to me and yet formless and invisible to others is due to the fact that they are bending light and sound frequencies.

( ... to be continued in next blog ... )