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 ... )

The Medical Room & Dematerialization of the Human Body

As Commander Korton and I come out of the docking bay, we turn left.  Having been there so many times before, I know that several 'medical rooms' sit on the left, in this hallway.  Contrary to the thousands of reports of 'invasion of the human body,' I've experienced nothing but incredible healing here.

The rooms are meant for 'visitors' who come aboard.  The crew, for the most part, rarely need medical intervention.  As we glide toward the first of the rooms, my memory slides back to my first conscious visit to this room.  My 'psychic senses' had increased recently and I was well aware of the extraterrestrial presence of many from 'beyond.'  Knowing who they were, and why they were visiting me, I welcomed the experience when, during meditation, I suddenly found myself in a medical room aboard The Esartania.

Though the small ivory beings had little facial expression, I felt their compassion as though it was tangible.  The three in the room were ivory-skinned, thin, and had almond-shaped eyes.  The smallest of the three stepped forward and took my hand, helping me on to the silver table.  I watched, fully cognizant but unable to move as somehow I became nothing more than an energy field of cells separated by space.  The three began to move efficiently around the room, using various other-world devices to alter some of the cells.  I knew intuitively that they were changing the vibrational frequency in order to heal, or otherwise, improve the cells.  I watched, fascinated, as the tallest of the three came to the head of the table and began to work on my brain.  Again, I knew intuitively what he was doing.  I welcomed his intervention with gratitude, without any fear at all.

This brief story inspires me to tell another.  Somehow it seems to fit in with the truth that we are all cells separated by space, and we all have the power to de-materialize, should we decide to do so and know how to proceed.

I had, through a series of stunning events, landed in Payson, Arizona.  Not knowing the town, or anyone there, I took the first 'do-able' rental I found.  It was a tiny trailer, tucked into the back of a lot in a trailer park.  I don't recall exactly, but it couldn't have been much larger than a 20 foot.

It was late one night when I crawled into the tiny bed at the back of the trailer.  It was summer and so the small window on the side of the bed was open, the scent of Ponderosa pines filling the room and, I assumed, my dreams.  I felt, more than saw, the presence of light outside.  Logic told me that it was someone outside the window but as I focused, I realized that the light was above the tin roof of the place.  The light could not have been the moon.  The trailer was tucked beneath a canopy of trees.

I'm fairly certain I wasn't supposed to be aware of what happened next.  I've had many encounters where I've actually felt them deliberately erase my awareness or my memory.  But this time perhaps they were too busy to pay attention to the fact that I was watching every second of the experience.

The light, which turned out to be the most powerful and brilliant light I've ever seen, had a life of its own.  I watched as it 'disintegrated' the roof above me.  It entered my body and, as it did, I was dematerialized.  I found myself, once again, in one of the medical rooms.  This time their work included helping me get over the trauma of recent events.  They also worked on my brain.  I assumed, after the fact, that it was the purpose of more easily communicating with them.

Once again, I thought that I probably shouldn't have been aware of the process.  When they were finished with assisting me, somehow I was put back into this 'cylinder of light.'  I found myself floating through space, aware of the fact that my cells were scattered and in no way resembled a human body.  I felt myself come back down through the tin roof and watched in awe as this life-like light re-assembled me. 

And now I found myself gliding down the same hallway, passing the first medical room and headed to the second.  I couldn't help but wonder what was next.

(continued in next blog.....)

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..........)