We Are of Eternal Love: No Maki Ish Sheyetawah

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Contents

Forward

Preface

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

To those who have come to KNOW…

This book is dedicated with much gratitude

to the following for their assistance in its coming to be.

Anon, for being the presenter of this book,

allowing me a voice through you.

I am you and you are me.

Nomi, for your expression of me in your time.

I hold all sacred in this union that we have all created.

Mison, for your loving counsel and wisdom.

You have always been my mentor.

To Anon’s son, whom she cherishes as her greatest teacher.

May the loving healing energies of this book encircle you

and assist you to be the Best That You Can Be.

You are her greatest love!

And finally, last but not least,

This book is dedicated to Anon’s best friend

and soul sister, Pearl Grace,

who is as much a part of this book as I am.

Without you, this book would not be.

Thank you for your love, support and inspiration.

Thank you for believing in me.

We are of Eternal Love…

Forward

I always love a good book, a good read. I have been an avid reader from early childhood, and thanks to numerous authors of both fiction and non-fiction, I have come to recognize and respect the power of the written word. Power? In what way, you may be asking. For me, sometimes it can be something just as simple as a phrase or a sentence that becomes a catalyst for me to ponder upon a concept. And in so doing, though I may or may not change my perception of any given topic, I thus continue to learn about myself and about my world.

This book (We Are of Eternal Love), may be approached in a variety of ways. From a pure literary sense, its author is gifted with the artistry of words that are so visual, it is like stepping into a canvas where you can feel yourself within the painting. The author has a unique way of structuring sentences and phrases, giving a melodic rhythm to the work. Many of the words themselves are used in such a way that, at first glance, may seem out of context because of their common, general meaning in today’s vernacular. Yet upon closer examination with a dictionary, one discovers hidden meanings not so well known, and thus profoundly pertinent within the context of this book.

From a metaphysical sense, this book can be a catalyst in expanding one’s awareness on numerous levels. It speaks to the Oneness (the connection within all life) of consciousness, energy, and vibration. It speaks to our time/space reality and multi-dimensional/parallel lives.

Is it fiction or non-fiction? That is for the reader to decide. If there is something contained herein that resonates within your heart, then cuddle it, examine it, and assess if it has value to you in your life, and then discard the rest. I have found the magic of this book is that upon each subsequent re-reading of it, one discovers levels of meanings within the words that were missed upon the first reading. Therein, the power of the written word, because all is energy and vibration.

We Are Of Eternal Love is completely expressed (channeled) through my friend (Anon) by her Core Being (Miya). Channeling is one of those subjects that we tend to either accept or reject outright. Why is that, do you suppose? As with all things, I feel it comes down to our personally held beliefs or truths. And that is the key–what is true for us, personally. Anon herself questioned these channelings in the beginning and struggled with her own doubts within herself. I responded to her by saying that what is important is the quality of the message being given, not its source. And that can only be determined by each individual based on their individual beliefs and truths. I personally question everything, no matter its source. In this society, we sometimes have a tendency to look upon channeled entities as being all knowing or masters. To me, no one (physical or non-physical) is above another. I say this because I believe that all is energy and energy is consciousness, and all consciousness is in a continual state of learning and growing and creating at a multitude of levels. So for me, whether the information channeled is from someone well-known or someone unknown, I examine the quality of the message being given. Sometimes it resonates, sometimes it doesn’t, but in either case, I am always willing to expand my awareness because it is a process that helps me to clarify my own truths.

It has been my honor and pleasure to assist Anon in bringing forth We Are Of Eternal Love. Not only do I stand as witness in the birthing of this book in 2004, but I have personally experienced the events described with Anon since 2002. The good, bad, and ugly of my own life’s journey through the years served to shape and clarify my own truths, affirmed by several of the concepts brought forth in this writing. It never ceases to amaze me to see them working in my life.

For me, We Are Of Eternal Love is not only beautifully written, but also a book with many layers of thought-provoking concepts. As one who has re-read it many times and broadened my own scope of awareness with each reading, may this book be a gift that serves as a catalyst in your own life’s journey.

Life is indeed, Good

And

Belief Does Become!

…Pearl Grace, 2005

Preface

Who am I and why did I write this book? Isn’t that what a Preface is all about? So with that thought, I am taken back to the age of eleven where I was lying back in the branches of an old mesquite tree, while tiny sprinkles of rain graced my face. It was at that moment I felt an awakening, or a rite of passage it seemed. Something changed in me so instantly. It was then that I felt I must find the other part of me, and I was impressed that I must write it all down. That was the moment this book was born, some forty-two years before the actual words were transcribed to paper.

Now I had no idea what finding the other part of me meant, nor did I have a clue as to why I must write it down. Nevertheless, I began to write. I started to keep a journal of my thoughts and feelings. This writing became an addiction for me, something I just had to do. Documenting my thoughts and feelings became a release for me, a sort of therapy to help me deal with my life’s experiences. So, I wrote and wrote and wrote.

One day, back in 1980 when I was pregnant with my son, I was praying and expressing my gratitude for all that I had, including the beautiful feeling of birthing a new life within me. It was then that I spontaneously began to speak this beautiful language which made me feel so good…

No maki ish sheyetawah…

It just flowed out of me as if I had spoken this language forever. I was astounded and yet I felt so thrilled. It was like being blessed in a miraculous way. I had no idea what it meant, why I was speaking it, nor the purpose of it. And yet it remained, and to this day I can speak it spontaneously. As joyous as I felt, I chose not to share this with anyone else because it was so bizarre.

Then one day after having become acquainted with the technique of meditation, I attempted this myself. Sitting on my screened-in back porch, I went into a meditation that would forever change my life. That is when I met the other part of me (Miya, and her Mayan Civilization experience). It was like being the participant and the observer all at once. It was like watching a movie that I was starring in. I knew that I was her and that I was experiencing this, and yet I knew that I was also me now―experiencing my own present life as well. Needless to say, I was confused. But I knew it was real, I felt it. I held the emotions of it that one can only do when one has experienced it. And in the meditation, the origin of The Language was revealed. And interestingly, at that time, the Mayan culture was unknown to me!

That is how it began, my presentation with the multi-dimensional expressions of myself. My coming to know that I am not alone in this experience, and that I have many counterparts experiencing on many different levels of realities―and all connected in some wondrous way. It was many years though before I would come to accept this and to know of its blessing.

Over the years, I made several attempts at beginning the book that I was supposed to write. But each time I felt, No, this is not it. Feeling frustrated, I would let it go once again. It was not until I met my wonderful friend Pearl Grace, that I felt comfortable in sharing with her all of my experiences, and she said to me, You must write your book. I didn’t know the first thing about writing a book, and my initial attempts at it were vague simply because my Mayan meditation experience, although prominent, was only centered around a specific event, certainly not enough to write a whole book about!

By then, however, the stage was set and the energy was seeking. I questioned again, what is it I’m supposed to write? It was then I heard a voice within that identified itself as Miya and she said, I will write the book. And that is when the channeling began. I would feel this prompting each day around 4:00 p.m. to simply sit down in front of my computer and allow the words to flow through me. Usually two to four pages a day for almost a year. Interestingly, there were a couple of times (due to travel or other events transpiring) when the daily routine would be interrupted, yet no matter the duration of the pause, the writings seamlessly picked up in a smooth continuity as if there was never a time-lag. And so, in this way, the book became.

From this book I have received the true essence of multi-dimensional expressions―of which I am a part. It has grown my knowing into the vast realm of parallel existences, all happening simultaneously, the very essence of Quantum Mechanics. I am so grateful for this experience.

So, I render this book to whoever may choose to pick it up and read it, knowing that each one will determine for themselves what it might mean to them. It has been my great joy to have been given the opportunity to present it.

We are of Eternal Love

Life is Good

Belief Becomes

Anon

Acknowledgments

This book has been in the making for some 50 years. Yes, I just had to get to the awareness of what it was all about. And now that I have, I must give due credit to those who have assisted me along the way.

To begin with, my mother. I applaud her for encouraging me to write down my feelings, beginning at the early age of 9 years old. And then there was my father, who continually presented me with information that stimulated my mind. My brother, who offered me experience in growing up and always being by my side. He still is to this day.

Then, I must say, I am grateful to each and every one who has touched my life along the way; you know who you are. Each one in your own way has helped me to become the person that I am today–a person that I feel totally comfortable with and am totally proud to call me. It took all of you to get me here to where I am today.

Thank you, my dearest of friends, Pearl Grace, for believing in me and for giving me the opportunity to write this book. Thank you for all the time you have spent in the editing of it. Thank you, my son (John), for being my greatest teacher. And thank you my friend, Cher, for your loving support.

Nine years ago, when this book was completed, the only publisher that I was interested in was Hay House. But alas, at that time, I needed an agent to promote my book there; as well, I was given directives from the Miya that this book’s content was not supposed to be edited. So, I just knew that it wasn’t time for my book to be published; however, I knew that I would know when the timing was right. Then the day came (not too long ago in July of 2013), that I got an email from my dear friend, Cher (who has read the book several times and holds a great affinity towards it). It was a link to Balboa Press which had only been in operation for three years. I was soon to discover that Balboa Press was a division of Hay House that offered self-publishing packages. I instantly knew that the time was right for me to self-publish my book. And now, here I am. Thank you Cher for your attentiveness and alerting me to this opportunity. It seems as though we are all working together to see that this book is published. And it has all been in the right timing.

I am so grateful to Louise Hay at Hay House for creating Balboa Press. Bless you for providing the avenue for me to publish my book. Thank you all at Balboa Press for the wonderful work that you do.

I thank you, each one of you, for your presence in my life. I hope you all enjoy this read.

The Language

The Interpreter

No Ke ish shena mia etawa

I begin my story with great feeling

No maki ish Sheyeta

We are of Love

No mi alasa

We become alas (together again)

No maki ish Sheyetawah

We are of Eternal Love

Da ene maki

One from the beginning

De pe ke Sheyetawa ni elawah

Though we change, Eternal Love never dies

No maki Sheyetawah

We are Eternal Love

Da ende wa ish she

One with the first and the last, yes

No maki ish Sheyetawah

We are of Eternal Love

…Makī

The Language 1980

The Interpreter 1990

Chapter 1

"…The soft gentle merging

of the essence of our souls,

leaves the greatest love story

that’s yet to be told.

So come, my Tiger Sunset,

come to me.

Through our love,

may the whole world

be set free…

It was a Tiger Sunset…"

—Anon, "Tiger Sunset"

My energy came to form a long time ago, in a faraway place from whence I speak now. But in that time, its significance is made known—within this time. I bring to you a place of unfathomable being—a place of contentment within this realm of universe. A place that gave me a precipice from which to launch my being into this realm.

I was a Child of the Universe, so to speak, in that I relished in each moment. For each moment existed in Eternity. A constant moment, unlike what we now perceive on this earth-bound realm. I existed in a moment of All. Every moment was a constant awakening, unlike this one we now share. A beautiful rainbow of openings into the deeper aspects of—what the mind would call—consciousness.

All was united in a vast scope of existence, which encompassed the magnitude of creation, and all that Was, and Is, and will ever Be. It was a dance of energy, so to speak. A play of light that frolicked to and fro, and made itself known to all without hesitation. A mark on existence—in the realm of consciousness. There were no words to describe the vibrancy of all that was, as everything displayed itself in frequency—sound and light were one. Dancing in a melody of unison, energy–pure energy–transferred itself into form. And so… I became—form!

That point of becoming form became my design of wondering; and therefore, I conclude this next step in evolution to be my greatest challenge—to discern and contemplate, and to relate in the matter of existence. A new way of expression I conceived. In that new way of expression, I found myself as a child in play with a new toy, a new idea to contemplate, a new direction in which to direct my energies. I began to play with all that was available to me in that existence.

It was on Polaris, what is called the North Star to this planet, that I began my meanderings into physical form. And I was a wonderful initiate, in that I reveled in each moment of my existence. Always did I want to know more, to experience all there was, to be totally in the moment of now, and to know all that it had to offer me. I was, in a true sense, a Child of the Universe, in its desire to discover all possibilities. So I opened my mind and my heart, my knowing and feeling centers activated, in agreement to experience all that was presented before me.

I found myself in a plane of total consciousness that rendered me a field without limitations. A study ground, so to speak, that afforded me full context of all that existed. And I was more than willing to encompass it all. I opened myself to the wonders that surrounded me, and gave myself permission to experience all. In that moment of knowing, I came to know—me! And so we begin this journey that has brought me to this now.

As my soul awakened in this moment, it was to my greatest desire that my heart sent me the form of a beautiful sunrise on my planet. The colors were so immense. As my eyes opened to the light, I felt the dawning of this day encompass me and fill me with its wonder. I looked up to the sky through my shallow window from the room in which I slept. I saw a magnificent array of golden shredded rays, interspersed with violets, pinks and blues of different hues. It was as if the Sun of this Universe came personally to greet me. I smiled.

I suddenly realized that my mere thoughts directed my existence in whatever manner was presently suitable to me! I had chosen a comfort zone upon a huge soft pillow on which to rest my now physical form. Having nestled up in a billowy pile of soft blankets and pillows, I was now ready to rise and meet the Sun.

I was immediately transported to the water shores, to the rhythmic sound of gentle waves embellishing the brilliant white sand. I stood in wonder, enjoying the beauty of the moment. In this existence, there was no time. The Sun rose whenever I desired; and likewise, it set the same. And the fantastic thing was, that all else thought in accordance to my own wishes!

I considered the window from which I had earlier viewed this brilliance, and I was immediately transported back to that so-called dwelling. There, in the midst of transparent walls, lay a design that took my breath away. On the floor of this dwelling lay a mosaic that encompassed the Universe in its proclamations. All was of a dark shimmering blue, with silver trails of light that illuminated each planet within this realm. As I studied the floor, I perceived there was someone there with me.

I heard a familiar voice ask, May I join you?

Turning to my right, I was presented with a most congenial vision of someone of a motherly nature that I felt wished to assist me at that moment. I smiled and held out my hand which was taken as I was being led gently to a garden that overlooked the waters from which I had just come. I was guided to sit at a table that held all sorts of nourishments. I found it interesting (knowing that I did not require sustenance of this kind), that I would create such abundance. So I sat, knowing that there must be a predominate reason for me to do so. I looked upon the vestiges and began to pick at the delicacies with a child-like delight of discoveries. I experienced an immense fulfillment from having tasted these delicacies. I then wondered why I had chosen to present myself in this matter upon this plane.

I looked up to the mother figure that assisted me at this moment. I saw her smile. I felt her attentiveness and her willingness to be of service in my approach to this world. I smiled back and was pleased with her administering to my current needs of sustenance. She seemed delighted to be of assistance. I, too, was delighted in her presence. I turned then to look at the waters, and once again, my thoughts were taken from this moment to another.

I was playing in the perfect blue of the oceanic waters, letting the waves flow softly over me. I was not alone. There was another who complimented my feminine aspects with his of the masculine. We both were of a juvenile nature, and totally relishing in the awe of the child’s mind. I felt myself send him a telepathic message of mischief in which to possibly toy with his mind. He immediately looked at me with glee, ready to play, he was. And so we did. A fun-filled challenge we began, laughing all the way.

He postured himself in a way that denoted comical defiance. I retaliated immediately with a gesture of pure innocent glee. We played and played, frolicking in the beautiful blue waves, challenging each other over and over again. Our laughter could be heard above the waves. And then we noticed that there was another present. We turned to find someone beckoning to us.

As I turned my head to the left, (with the Sun’s rays shining over my right shoulder and the mists from the waves of the ocean cresting over me), the light reflected, giving a semblance of a rainbow of colors arching over the figure that beckoned us. It took my breath away. The colors so vibrant, so liquid in their description of what I was perceiving. I stopped to absorb it all. The aura of the man became the rainbow of colors that I perceived, and I watched as it encircled his body in a fashion that encompassed him with a molecular tight fusion of coming together as, indeed, a rainbow!

I looked and saw brilliant colors encircling his being. I knew instantly that this man possessed an energy that encompasses a realm that I, heretofore, had not experienced. I watched as the rays of the Sun, in unison with the spray from the ocean, radiated a realm of circumference that encircled the body in which my gaze was magnetically attached. I saw a hand descend towards me, and I was drawn to it like a magnet. I felt my body move towards the welcoming grasp by osmosis, it seemed. And I flowed with the wave of underlying guidance. My energies did not direct me, but seemed to be directed by something outside of myself, and I succumbed to its beckoning. I moved forward in unison with this unknown force.

At that point, I heard a crackle in my right ear. An electromagnetic wave descending that rendered me in its submission. I moved forward to the figure without hesitancy. Reaching forward to the outstretched hand of the one who had appeared, I felt a firm grasp upon my own, that led me to know that I was in good hands. I was pulled from the waters at ease, and allowed the one to draw me near, so that I could hear his whispers above the waves of the waters.

You are finally here he said. Now let us begin.

As suddenly as I heard his words, was I taken to a place with a beautiful table consisting of brass candles, whose wicks flickered in the dusk, and the smell of the air was touched with a fragrance unknown to me, heretofore. It seemed to smell of piñon of a forest, and yet its fragrance was much sweeter. I allowed the essence to penetrate through my very being, and watched as my limbs softened and relaxed in direct correlation to the fragrance’s direction. I felt my mind open to the ministrations of the one who was speaking to me.

You have come to assist, of this I know, and I am here to assist in your awakening to this conjecture. Please do not look at me at this time, for I have much to tell you and need not be distracted the one said to me.

I then turned to look upon his face in a need to know him in some way. It was then that I felt a great surge of energy that tended to overwhelm me at that time. But then, I stopped my direct gaze and sat in silence. I was soon to learn that this being was of a nature to involve himself in greater journeys, to which I would soon learn involved me! In that arena, he informed me of a so-called mission to another world, in which my participation would play a great role. I could hear the vibrations of his words, and knew instantaneously that his words rang true, and that I was to be a part of this mission, this journey.

It was then that I gave myself a moment to discern just who this man was to me, and what possible connection to my being could he be. I then felt a loving warm feeling, of a fraternal essence, that wrapped itself around me as in a warm blanket. I knew then that, not only did I need the essence of this one, but that he, indeed, needed mine. So I opened myself to the possibilities that he presented, and then began to think in terms of just that. He is my mentor, my teacher I did think. I must go with him on the journey to greater know and understand what it is—the reason—that I have placed myself on these vestiges of this place. So foreign to me it seemed, and yet so close. I must understand the connection to the one I know as myself. And so, I reached out my hand in a manner that allowed me to let him know that I accepted his offer of accompanying him to what I didn’t, as yet, understand. My gesture was not ignored, but was taken with great reverence and almost saluted as such.

He even bowed to me at that moment and then said, I will be with you on this journey. You will not go unattended.

Then he kissed my hand and drew me to him in a fatherly embrace that led me to believe that this was not to be an easy journey. I welcomed his touch and reciprocated, and then he let me go to look at me. I stood gazing into his eyes, as he did mine. But that was not the end of this communication. I was suddenly filled with the knowing that someone else stood close by and wished for attention. I turned to find the one in which I had been in play with in the waters of the ocean.

At first, I saw his eyes. They seemed to have changed from our last gathering. They seemed to now sparkle in a way that I had not noticed earlier. I smiled. And so did he. As he spoke, I felt his words reverberate through me in an essence of deep resonance within my being. What was he saying? I asked myself.

He had come to offer his hand to me in a union of purpose that exhilarated the energy between us. I stood back in awe. He was saying that he had discerned my conversation with the fatherly one and that he wished to accompany me on whatever journey that existed. I turned and looked at the fatherly one, and his gaze led me to believe that he was receptive to this one’s request. I turned again to look at my former playmate and smiled. I then asked him why he was of the attention to make such a request at this time.

He smiled and said, I know the beat of your heart. And I wish to experience it in mine.

I felt his musings, and then so suddenly knew, that there was so much more than I could have ever interjected on my part. I knew him at that moment to be the part of me that I had suppressed thus far. I then welcomed his yearnings and held my hand out to him, as if to receive my very self. He, looking into my eyes with his deep dark stare, took my hand and came to me. There was a moment of stillness that rendered itself a poignant sound within all eternity, and we both stopped, not only to hear it, but to feel it. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, we felt the moment extend beyond eternity. I knew then that this one would be with me, no matter what. Come what may, he would be at my side. I nodded my head and received his energy into my being, as if he were an extension of my very own self!

All the while, the fatherly one stood silently watching, as if in a blessing to what had just occurred. He then looked to me for confirmation. I granted him such. Then he looked at my companion and nodded his head in the same accord. I stepped back releasing my hand, and stood for a long moment, gazing on the face of the one who was to accompany me on this journey. His smile was a delicacy. The light from his eyes shown even brighter. His stature gave warmth to my very being in that he delivered a state of all knowing, and that he knew that it was his purpose to accompany me. What a sovereignty I felt at that moment—one of knowing that I was not alone.

Then we both turned and looked at the fatherly one. Seeing his eyes of total compassion and love, I knew that there was so much more I was to learn in this connection. He seemed to bless us both in that moment, in a sort of appreciation for our very presence. We accommodated by bowing our heads in a state of reverence. Then we turned to look into each other’s eyes once again, and there came a stun of well-knowing. We were one!

At that exact moment, the Sun suddenly set in a beautiful array of glistening colors which rendered the dusk to become one with its own. I gazed upon the beauty of the moment in, yet again, awe. There was a pink-purple hue that overwhelmed the horizon, interspersed with the magenta of a talisman, and yet again purged with a deep violet that ignited of its own. The great ball of light of the Sun descended, as if magically giving up itself to itself. I felt its majesty ring in my heart and knew that this would be a moment for rendering myself to my thoughts, to my feelings (solely to myself) of being.

I then found myself encased in the pillows and blankets of one who wishes to ponder in these mists. Entering a deep sleep, I allowed my consciousness to relieve itself of knowing, and to float in the darkness unencumbered. I saw myself then on a plane not known to me before. A distant plane I felt, and I knew I had given myself up to new discoveries and wonderings that my current consciousness could not at that time process. So I just floated in that knowing.

I foresaw, it seemed, a time of great relishing of pleasure in the moment, of knowing that I was to experience something of great value to my being. I rested then in that knowing and allowed it to flow over me in a soft essence of blue skies in the dawn and velvety deepness of the darkest blue. I wrapped myself in the colors of night and slept peacefully within my own consciousness.

I perceived a dawn, again with the brilliance of a new sunrise, and I absorbed the colors into my being, feeling the moment come One with myself. Therein came the sounds of other beings, as of birds that sang to me, and I listened. Their voices spoke to me in a vision of awakenings. With their sonnet, did I rise.

The fatherly one was there to greet me in the small hall of the abode in which I dwelled. I welcomed him in and asked of his presence, What is it that I may accommodate you with at this time?

He answered with a smile upon his face, We are to make plans for our departure.

I nodded my assent. And then behind him, through the door, the presence of the one in the waters in which I knew to be a part of me, came forth, his smile even more capturing than the day before. I welcomed him in, and we all sat around a small table that was accommodating to our presence.

It is time the fatherly one said, that we should acknowledge the names in which we have denoted to ourselves, so that we may call upon each other in that sense.

And so, in that time, we shared what we all already knew. The fatherly one was to be called Mison—the healer. The one who was a part of me was to be called Mayan; and I myself became Miya in that time. It seemed to be important to note that ‘Miya was of Maya, which meant illusion. And so I became an illusion within my coming to this form.

We then began to discuss this mission we had all agreed upon, that we had all created it seemed, in order that we come to know why – just why – we were all there at that time. Our discussions were easy and light and comical at times, all simply loving the essence of each other and the agreement that we had made to experience this time together. And so it was that our hands touched, all three of us, in a smiling agreement that we would venture to a distant land—together—to be of service not only to ourselves, but to others that dwelled there.

It then occurred to me to question myself, Why am I here? What is my purpose? And then my thoughts took me even farther. What would I be if I were totally alone in this, my reality? What would I be doing, what would I be thinking?

As in an instant, my answers came. I would be in that—just as I am doing now—creating just as I have, a realm that I could understand myself and come to know myself. I then knew that this was all about me and experiencing me. I rested in that knowing. I smiled.

It was then that the motherly one came into our presence. She stopped and quietly sat down. I knew instantly that she would not be joining us on our journey, and yet I felt a great assistance would come from her from afar. We all looked into each other’s eyes at that time and felt the knowing within each, and we pondered upon that moment and gave to it a great reverence.

The motherly one reached her hand to touch mine and calmly looked into my eyes. We sat for a long moment, just dwelling in the presence of each other, and then she said, I will be with you always. All you have to do is call upon my image in your heart, and I will be with you.

I thanked her, knowing that indeed, what she said was true and that there would be many times on which I would call upon her, just to feel her presence. It was a sharing of energies that felt compatible to the both of us in that time. We both seemed to grasp its importance, not yet knowing what that exactly meant.

And so we all sat in silence, relishing in the very presence of each other, somehow knowing that what we shared at that moment would live on for eternity. At that instant, I came to know love, eternal love. My heart swelled as if to overflow, but then I caught it, not wanting to lose a drop of its oozing. I held it then within me and knew that it would continue to grow. And so it did.

Mison beckoned to myself and to Mayan, stating that we would be departing from that existence on what we chose to be the next morning, the cresting of the dawn. We nodded our heads in agreement, ready to be on our adventure into what (we were as of yet not to know) awaited us. It just seemed that we were extending ourselves again, and so we were doing just that. Again, we were to rest ourselves and expand our own minds into whatever realms we each felt we needed to create. That night I slept without thought, without dreams, so as not to color my realm with more than I had already imagined. One step at a time was my suggestion to myself. And so, peacefully I slept, encompassed in wonder. What a beautiful moment.

As the dawn crested with its brilliance of glimmering light, I immediately found myself transported to a site not far from whence I came, yet distinctly different in its respect to terrain. I gathered there on a hill with Mison and Mayan. Without a word we joined hands, bowing our heads, each envisioning in our own thoughts, the method in which we would choose to depart from this reality into the next.

A movement stirred me and I opened my eyes. There before me was a translucent apparition that appeared to be some sort of a flying mechanism. I looked to Mison in question. He nodded his head and directed me and Mayan to walk towards this so-called apparition. The three of us entered through a seemingly transparent portal and we all grasped the embodiment of a vessel, so it seemed, that rendered itself most inviting. And yet all that lay in our vision were three platforms surrounded by blue lights. Without question, we each took our positions on the platforms, laying back in a resting posture, and felt the warmth from the blue hue of aura that surrounded us.

It was in a moment that consciousness was fleeting, and that we felt motion encasing us. As in a whirl, we were off. The next thing I was aware of, was being in an existence of which I knew nothing. My body became denser, as did my thoughts. I looked around to see Mison and Mayan in the same state of wonderment. It was as if we had been there all along, and yet we knew that we had only arrived! We sat for a moment, for a long moment, to absorb our surroundings.

The density laid heavily on our bodies. We each stretched and moved our arms and legs about in an effort to acclimate, and in a short while, we all seemed to feel in accord with our surroundings. We found ourselves in a catacomb, so to speak, with stone tables and benches on which we sat. We all looked at one another in an effort to orientate ourselves, when suddenly, there came another from the corridor to our right.

We all sat up in attention as the one said to Mison, Sir, we are ready to commence with the ceremonies. Are you ready to join us?

Mison arose slowly, as if he had done this so many times before, and proceeded to join the one walking through the corridor. Mison had to stoop his shoulders in order to accommodate the height of the ceiling. Immediately, Mayan and I jumped up and ran to join his departure from this low place (of which it seemed to be, a secret gathering place).

The sunlight struck us noticeably in the face as we followed quickly behind Mison. We noticed the lush foliage that surrounded us, and the smell of heavily scented flowers that merged with the salty air. Mayan reached over to take my hand. I looked at him in wonder. He smiled as we proceeded forward.

Just a short distance from our entrance into this world, we stopped before what seemed to be a pyramid, built of stone, with an altar that lay before it. On the steps of the altar there were seven older men, robed in white, with golden belts around their waists. One held a crystal rod that emanated a soft blue pulsating light. As we watched, he handed this rod to Mison. Mison took it with a reverent gesture and held it before him in a salute to his surroundings. There were no words spoken, no other actions taken. We simply watched for the moment until one of the elders motioned for us to follow. We did so without question.

And therein, we found ourselves in a housing complex that afforded each of us a room. We knew that this was to be our new living quarters. And so we took the moment to greet our new home, each in our own dwelling. We sat on a stone-hard bed and contemplated our new surroundings and these people who existed here. We took the moment and blessed it, drawing our vision to what it was and why we were there. We would know only too soon.

We integrated into this society so easily, as each day brought us into a new understanding as to why we were there. Mison worked with us daily on what we were to come to know as developing our healing energies. This consisted of us drawing on our inner powers to cleanse the energy points in our bodies. Each and every day we would sit with Mison and discuss this healing work. And then we would practice on ourselves and each other. It was a most enticing work of energy, it seemed, in that we would direct our energies to discern points of discord in the body that were not in total balance to the whole. There was a blue light energy that emanated from our hands, rendering this cleansing quality to balance and harmonize these energy points existing within each of us. We found it fascinating, Mayan and I. It evolved into a method that produced in each of us a highly energized sense of being, and its energy seemed to flow through us, as if it were a part of ourselves, but totally distinct! And so we studied and learned from Mison each day. This became a disciplined life, in that we focused our energies on our learning, first of all. And then, we took the time to discover the terrain in which we had come to find ourselves.

How can I express beauty in a sense that another would know of the essence that prevailed in this time, in this space? The air was thick with a liquid smell, or so it seemed, in that it enticed us to venture into its depths. As if with instinctual aspects, we followed our sense of smell, our sense of feeling, our sense of knowing, and there again we were brought to the rhythmic flow of the waves of the ocean. The water there was denser, yes, but it was just as cleansing and just as free in its movement. And so, we dove in to find its luxuriant being encasing us, just as the water had done from whence we came. Again we played, but this time with a different knowing, a different understanding. And in those moments, there came a time of greater understanding that determined us even more to follow in this path that we had chosen.

At first it was Mison’s desire that we be kept separate from the people of this new civilization, and so we did. But not too long after our arrival, we were to be introduced to a form of ritual in that we were to be the key characters. And in that, we came face-to-face with our purpose for which we had come to this existence.

Mison began telling us of the need to cleanse the energy points of these beings, so that they could better go out and perform the duties that they had destined to provide for this community. We felt a loving peace here, a unity of being here, that superseded any negative energies that could have otherwise prevailed. We questioned further, only to find that these loving peoples wished to be of service, as we had come here to be for them.

So in that, The Lobe was created. A dome sort of place that was orchestrated by Mison, in direct proportions to stellar constants, with an opening in the circular ceiling to accommodate a coordinance with astronomical positions of the Sun and the Moon, and to our very own stationary planet, Polaris. As it was being constructed, we watched on with wonder. This, to us, would be a new design from anything that we had ever before imagined, and we also knew (though not to the extent) and felt of its importance. And so we waited for its completion, knowing that it would be a great tool for that which we had come.

Far be it known to us, but The Lobe was to come to be a majestic place, a place of wonder, in that it rendered itself to us in a most magnificent way. Let me say this now, its wonders encompassed us and allowed us to venture to places that these peoples had known before. Ah yes, we settled into its energies quite peacefully.

After its construction, we went every day to The Lobe, and we administered our healing energies to each one of the workers who came to us. It was a sovereign time, in that we placed our hands upon the heads of each worker, blessing them in the moment. Then there would appear a soft blue light of eminence that came from our hands, and was directed into the brow of that one who had come. The energy delved deep into the mind of the one that came, and seemed to cleanse the entire body, walking up the back-bone, so to speak. We administered to them daily, one after another. And then we found that they became more subjective to this union, and came back for more, time and time again. All was well—for a while.

Our dwellings gave forth a prominence of being that overshadowed anything that one could imagine. We lived a disciplined life in that there was no negativity allowed within our dwellings. We postured ourselves in accordance, and lived that life unto ourselves. We prayed daily. To what you may ask? We prayed to ourselves. Always balancing ourselves, within ourselves, in order to accommodate the ones that came to us for assistance. This is the life we led from day to day, assisting others with our gifts of reorganizing energy in order to accommodate their best abilities. Day in and day out, we experienced this.

As well, we dwelt within and of ourselves. Yes, we knew that in our residence here, that we, too, were learning something that far out cried our very ownselves. And so we gave It attention and listened. What was It saying?

"If one does not first come to the love of one’s self, then by no means, could one help another."

So we wailed in service at that time, not only to others, but mainly to ourselves. It was at that moment we discovered that we were not in service to another, but to our very ownselves!

Dawn awakened with a blast of plentiful colors encasing the morning sky. There seemed to be an effervescence that encompassed my very being. And at that point, I came to wonder What else is it that you have come to tell me? I gave acknowledgement to this one, who seemed to be an entity within itself. I reckoned it and asked it to speak to me even more. What is it that you wish to render to me in this time?

There was silence, and I felt that I had not asked the correct question. And so it was that I was to bask in the moment of my wonder, and further contemplate that which was left to me in this midst. I took on this challenge and gave gladly unto myself in this moment. For was that not why I was here in the first place? I smiled and closed my hands in a method of prayer. Praying unto myself, I gave myself permission to find what it was in this moment that I was to know, or come to know, that would enable me to move on, or to receive the fulfillment of the moment. I was ready and eager to receive this knowing. I planted my head on the altar-like rock in my room before which I stood, and I gave myself in accordance to the energies that supported me in this moment. I was solaced and let go. I found rest in that moment.

The dawn awakened me as I found myself engulfed in the straw-filled comforters upon my bedding. My fist went to rub my eyes into consciousness, and in doing so, my alertness came back to me. I felt the entity still with me, in me. It was as if there was another being that occupied my very being. I stretched my arms in a reverie to the morning, and allowed myself to regain awareness, for I had had a most wondrous dream…

I had been walking along the beach, alone, but not feeling alone. And then there seemed to have come from the waves of the ocean, a most monstrous sound that immediately caught my attention. I stopped and turned toward the waters, only to find the Moon glistening above its gentle waves. After pondering for a long moment, I proceeded my journey along the beach. The white sand glistened in the light of the now full Moon, and I felt its stealthy energy surround me.

There before me stood a figure I was not familiar with, and yet I knew of its essence. I walked straight to it and stopped. The face was more like the mosaic I had seen on the floor of the abode I had occupied on that far star planet. It seemed to encompass all that ever Was, and Is, and ever will Be. And yet, in that face, I saw myself in wonder! I again took note and reached my hand forward to this being. And then it spoke.

In a quiet, but majestic voice it said, I have come to accompany you on this journey. Do you mind?

No, I said in awe.

We walked then together, for miles it seemed, and yet it was only a short distance. Then the one who had come stopped abruptly, and offered me its hand.

I turned and looked into the face once again, and in yet a state of wonder I asked, Why is it that you are here?

The voice spoke to me in a low tone, almost inaudible, but yet the energy that was emitted made my hair rise. I am here to show you that you are not alone. Never are you alone in your journeys to discover.

I stopped short, my breath taken aback, and looked into the eyes of this one. How can I say, that in those eyes, did I find my own!…

Remembering the dream gave me a long moment of wonder. Then I arose and gathered myself together for the day. As I ran my fingers through my long black wavy hair, I felt the strands cling to my fingers in an effort not to let me go, but as if to caress me one last time. I cleansed my face in the bowl of water upon the table I kept beside my bed. It was as if I washed another’s face in that moment, as well as my own. I felt not alone. I felt to be one with another so of myself, and I heard a voice ring out in my head that welcomed my awakening. Come back to me, it seemed to say.

I pondered a moment, looking out the window that encased the wall on which stood north, and I wondered. And yet, I knew that this voice, this feeling, was not of me, but beyond me, and so much more. I agreed with myself to discover its source. At that moment a soft peace fell over me that felt like something, or someone, was in compliance to my needs, my being.

I turned in response to the knock upon the door. I felt a feeling of exhilaration. My thoughts took me to a moment of discerning. And then I knew that the one that was within me at that moment, would indeed show itself on the other side of that door. I held my breath as I reached for the handle that secured my door and pulled it towards me, slowly, very slowly. There stood, for better words—myself!

It was in that moment that I came to the realization, that this was so much more than I ever imagined. There before me, was a part of me, an extension, an aspect that I had heretofore not comprehended. But now, facing myself, I knew to be of a beautiful essence that expanded the essence of time. I welcomed her, as she did me, and therein she entered into my abode with a reverence of two, different but the same consciousness that seemed to encompass the trailages of time in itself. She seemed to have come to remember me in this time, as I was to remember her in her time.

As she entered the doorway, she seemed to merge with my ownself, and we became one thought, one being, one energy form, to experience this moment. I sat down on the bed holding my hands together, clasping them as if to hold on to my very being. A multitude of stars seemed to explode within my thoughts. I savored them as if they were a gift that I had forgotten, or more so, that I had as of yet, not experienced. There came to me a moment of total release, in that I looked upon another realm of existence. I honored that moment within myself. It was so difficult for me to let go of my present moment, so as to incorporate that which was presented to me. I kept within myself and strove to allow its meaning to come to me fully. I sat in silence for a long moment. What was this all about? I thought. And then a knowing came to me that exploded my mind, or so it seemed. And I let go, totally let go of my now, and seemed to drift in the wondering of the moment.

I felt myself existing at once in two different dimensions, the one of now, and the one of a, so to speak, future sense. This one seemed to come in reference in that respect, that she was viewing her ownself in a different time. The energy was mesmerizing and I had to hold tightly to myself in that moment, or else I would have faded, it seemed. I wanted so much to know, at that moment, what all of this meant, exactly meant. So I allowed myself to drift. It seemed as though time did not exist in this moment, and I was floating in a myriad of new dimensions, new thoughts, new awakenings. I held to that new wondering and allowed myself to seep into it without direction. There came to me that I was to place myself in a fashion that would accommodate this new one of me and to dwell in a state of discovery. At that moment, I felt the blue light energy encase me. I felt the surge of energy, and then I basked in it.

I felt a tug at my heart that rent me to know that this was a major cause that pressed me forward. And I walked in it at that moment. I knew that it was much more than I had ever experienced before this point. I sighed in its intensity.

It seemed as though there would be this other part of me that was to share in this now of my discoveries. And so I relinquished my control in that moment, and I allowed it to be, with my approval. It seemed as though I was to walk in my daily meanderings, and to allow this one to know that which I experienced at this time. And so, I gave myself permission to do so, and to feel, to truly feel, in that moment. It was as though the one merged with my very being, and I became an almost double of myself, much fuller than I had felt