ABOUT THE BOOK


Beginning on the first page of this book, you are transported into a world that has been mentioned in prophecies, bibles, and through the mouths of seers for many centuries, each telling a piece of the story of the planning and order and function and growth of the universe and its peoples.

Starting in this book, and probably continuing in a sequel, is the story of the responsibility of the Elect in the coming days ahead of reorientation.

The story of things to be done starting with the Planetary Conjunction February 4, 1962, and to be done within the next three years. Things to be accomplished before the birth of a new planet, and before Earth (or "Covenant", as it is called throughout the galaxy) can take her place among her sisters as an enlightened and awakened planet.

The story of counterforces bent on destruction, and the story of the Great Plan and each person's place.

It opens wide for you the vistas and glory of the future of man, and the spiritual endowment that is his to use in the eternal expansion of his beingness.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR- A Star In Her Hair



The universe, according to most, is a very large place. I know a person so tremendous spiritually that Sirius does nicely as a pendant for her breast, and the Pleiades make a lovely crown for her long, dark hair. Her name, if names are important to you, is E. Blanche Pritchett. You can locate part of the space she occupies using that name as a guide. But name? She's nameless. Age? She's timeless. Anywhere now is, she is.

Who am I? I am part of her as she is part of me. For now, she is the greater part of me. As the crest of the present moves through the timeless void, she provides the light that cleaves the fog and settles the future for my occupation, against the time when I and my teammates will to rise from the wave and join her on the crest.

Patience is a virtue according to most, and many who practice patience are doing so by keeping a tight hold on impatience, and some of the time they struggle mightily to keep the coin from flipping. But she is like a magician and holds the coin in her hand. She opens her hand and it is gone and you know she has the understanding of the essence of the whole coin, patience and impatience. This is best seen when you have been doing your best according to your own ethical development and still you make a mistake or settle for a lesser goal. What you have of her then is not patience, not impatience; it is more than that; it is understanding. And it is more than understanding; it is granting you the full right to be, without reservations.

There are some who have reached varying high degrees of spiritual development that exercise secretly at night to keep their body fit or burn midnight oil feeding data into their intellectual machinery. There are some who eat special foods like vegetables, or breathe in deep, hold it three counts, and then breathe out slowly while repeating the seven rules for good conduct, or something. Some even stand on their head for several hours a day. I'm not running these things down. They're fine for what they are designed for. But rituals have little to do with the developed spirit. These practices don't do it for you. I want to point out to all of you who have despaired of attaining spiritual enlightenment because you couldn't bring yourself to perform some special ritual, that they are not necessary unless you think they are.

I have learned this from her. She enjoys what she has. She eats well and regular, and as far as I know, I don't think she gets up and runs around the block three or four times every morning before breakfast. She does have one peculiarity that I have trouble understanding. She rarely sleeps more than three hours a night, while I'm one of those that can sleep all night and half the day. You can probably see why I consider sleeping so little, peculiar.

I used to think this was the reason she could turn out such a prodigious amount of work. I was sure she stayed up most of the night thinking up things to keep me busy, and then I found out she kept ten of us busy plus turning out, herself, almost as much work as the ten of us.

She explained it to me one day. She said, "Time is something we create. It's a whole thing that we partake of in parts, piece by piece, strung out like a line. Each moment-to-moment event we create will occupy more or less space according to our own personal consideration. Each of the moment-to-moment existences of an event are not wholly the event, are not the truth, and our difficulties come not from trying to cram a whole lifetime into a brief span, but in not realizing that the whole of creation is a time.

She went on more simply, "I make time for the things I want to do."

I have attended many meetings where she has been, and found her at home with all types of people. One meeting I remember in particular. There were seers, mystics, religionists, physical scientists, housewives, cowpunchers, etc., (you name it and it was there) present, and the part that amazed me and continues to amaze me, is that each and every person present understood her, and rather than finding exceptions to her statement, contributed to it and supported it. I don't say this always occurs, but for it to ever occur anywhere is quite an experience.

This ability of stating something so that each individual understands what the something is about, regardless of their level of development, has served Blanche Pritchett well in the founding and operating of MARCAP COUNCIL.

The Creed of MARCAP COUNCIL is Blanche Pritchett's creed. She lives it and is content for others to live it when they themselves are ready to do so.

All these words you have read, you may have used to build a picture of a person that is way out, someone that doesn't see or touch the hard, tough, realistic side of life. If that's the case, make a new picture or you will be surprised if you ever contact her. She can be and is a hard-headed, practical business woman. Women are generally a paradox to most men. This is much less true of E. Blanche Pritchett. Women understand her and men understand her. I believe this is because she is what the occasion demands.


Ed O'Neal
Presently (1968) Chairman of the Board of Directors, CSA Brotherhood (Christian Spiritual Alliance), Lakemont, Georgia.

AUTHOR'S COMMENTS


It is my desire that the reader who wishes to classify this work as fiction, feel free to do so and enjoy its contents.

For the other readers, who somehow KNOW the truths stated in this book, I ask that they read the book without attempting to study it until later. The reading of this book is a guarantee to the new-age leaders that they will see these things unfold, as laid down in this book, and they will KNOW that they read it here. From there, there is their own application of the truths, and that can be fun.

(signed) E. Blanche Pritchett

CHAPTER
10
GALACTIC COUNCIL MEETING

The invitation to attend a general Galactic Council meeting came on July 5th, 1961, just after sundown, and was presented to me by one known to me as D.P. (Since this person had just departed his Earth body two years ago, there are many who know of him.) D.P., with whom I had been in constant communication over the months, had given me much information about my co-workers, and also about others whom I had not yet met, as well as some who were known to me and who would counter my every move if permitted.

To detail the events of this meeting would be most difficult for one of no great literary experience, so I will do the best I can, working under the handicap of words.

The meeting was held in a very large chamber, which I realized was the Council Chamber, and there were exactly 168 persons in attendance. These "persons" all used the angelic form, such as I described to you earlier when I spoke of the meeting in the Assembly Hall where we heard Karl Marx speak.

Something happened to me, as I entered the Council Chamber, for suddenly I knew every person there, and knew their galactic identities or names. I also knew I had been in attendance frequently, but had not permitted the events to carry over into what we call "conscious levels". That is not really the right way to say it, though, for it is actually: not carrying in memory, or not permitting the events to carry into the mental field. What we call "conscious levels" are actually subservient to true consciousness. I learned that true consciousness is in this higher level of activity, and the mental levels depend entirely upon the past and the accumulations of "memory" and/or experience. One is only partly conscious, usually, when one is being his body and mentality. Only in spirit is man fully conscious ... and even then, it is not so unless we MAKE it so.

The Council Chamber is so beautiful in its simplicity that it is not easy to make it real for you. However, you may be very surprised to learn that the walls are all black! The floor is carpeted in a fur-like carpet, and it, too, is black - a beautiful black with a high sheen to it. The ceiling of the room is semi-dome-like, and is crystal in appearance. And from somewhere, there is a pleasant blue-white light which emanates throughout the entire Chamber.

A table in the center of the Chamber, known to me as being the Council table, is approximately one hundred and twenty feet long and perhaps thirty feet wide. It seemed to be of some material similar to marble, with gold flecks in it - very pronounced flecks. The table is oval-shaped at the ends, and has gracefully carved center pedestals about every six or seven feet, each of which provides a series of four legs protruding from the huge main stem. They are all gold-like material.

Around this huge table are the chairs, which I knew were 168 in number, arranged eighty to each side and four at each end. The chairs themselves are of a material similar to the leg pedestals of the table, with soft padded seats and backs in white - a material that looked very much like chiffon velvet.

The effect is breathtaking! The soft blue-white light reflects in all of the gleaming marble-like surfaces, and there seems to be a soft mist of fragrance emitted from the light itself. I realized that the use of incense by so many ritualists must have been born and bred in vague recalls of Council Chamber conditions.

The Council members came in quietly and took their seats, and I took mine . . . at one end of the table! I just knew that was where I was to sit. All of this was highly familiar to me by now; I knew what the procedures are and what the purposes of the meetings are, and all of the former meetings were within my consciousness.

To give you the picture: All of the people on one side of the table were male, and all of the people on the other side were female, in spirit form. (I do not know what other forms they each use.) At each end of the table were two males and two females, of which I was one of the females.

Before I go into a description of the actual meeting, I think I should tell you a few other things that I "recalled".

Japhalein is known as "Space Station 33" throughout the galaxy, and also by those who know about it on this planet. Its galactic number is "33", just as our planet is identified as "666". The name "Japhalein" is known to the members of the Council, and is made known by them, when it is appropriate to do so, anywhere within the galaxy. The meaning of that name is, "All tongues, all species."

The Council body is made up of 144 members and 24 Elders. (This is known somewhat on our planet by the so-called "Christian" peoples, for it is referred to in the Bible. In Eastern and Pagan cultures, those members and Elders are called "Gods" and "Goddesses".)

The Council members and Elders are what we would call "Solar Beings", and there is one representative from each star system. Some of the star systems within our galaxy are represented by males, and some by females. This is for perfect representation and balance, as well as procreative activities between the systems represented within the galaxy. It has no other significance.

None of the Beings, or Council members, has need of form, but in order to meet and communicate with each other, they take on their Council or spirit form.

This Galactic Council Chamber is on Japhalein. However, in the center of each sun, there is a Solar Council Chamber for each solar system, with an exact duplicate of the numbers and general arrangements: 144 members and 24 Elders. These are elected positions, by the way, and so we refer to them as the "Elect".

From the Central Sun of each star system, one of the 24 Elders representing that Solar Council is chosen to represent his star system in the Galactic Council meetings. These elected positions serve many purposes, as will be seen later.

On "my" end of the table, the seating arrangement was: me on one end, with two males between me and the next female. The names of these persons are well-known to man on planet Earth, and I knew that this is true throughout our entire solar system; the names of these do not vary. I am the spiritual handmaiden of the one known as Michael. I sat on his right, and next to him was one known as Uriel, with his handmaiden on his left. Her name is Isis.

At the other end of the table, the same theme was true: Gabriel and Raphael, with their handmaidens, known most commonly as Maat and Nephthys. (I cannot reveal my name, or it is a name sacred, and not identifiable with any physical form.)

The four arc-angels of our system are the four abovenamed males: Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel. And from these four, Michael is the elected one to attend the White Brotherhood Confederacy meetings, which are always held on the so-called "Dog Star", Sirius.

So that gives you a very rough outline of the administrative setup. It is very "rough", I do admit, but the details would go into such length that I would be reproducing something akin to the Oahspe Bible, and since it is SOMEWHAT in representation there in that book, I will not attempt to write it all here. It may be that another, NEW-AGE, Bible will be forthcoming, and if so, it will have to be incorporated therein. Our planetary Bibles are obsolete with the new age.

Before proceeding, I wish to state that Paul, Captain and Chief Communicator of our galaxy, is the one who was once known as Saul of Tarsus. He was the one who carried on right after the work of the man Jesus (who was Michael, manifested), and did the writing and communicating at that time. There were earlier events which resulted in earlier writings and teachings, also, and perhaps the reader already knows about some of them.

This Galactic Council meeting was a meeting of reports, and was planned to bring together the varied activities of the Council members so that they would conjoin in their works, simultaneously with a Planetary Conjunction which would be experienced on our planet on February 3rd, 4th, and 5th, 1962. But this is only the beginning of the event, for the entire galaxy will be in conjunction, and in conjunction as a galaxy with the others of the White Brotherhood, which includes 144 galaxies in all, of which Sirius is the Central Sun.

It is almost impossible to conceive, mentally, of the magnitude of these events, for the purposes are of such high levels.

As in life on our planet, so in the galaxy, so in the Confederacy of Galaxies: we have our physical, mental, and spiritual opponents. It is the purpose of the Supreme Conjunction to move out of our spheres of influence all of the noncompatible forces, be they physical, mental, or spiritual. And those of ours who have strayed into other systems can come again into their own. It is fantastically simple . . . and therefore difficult for the mind analyzer to comprehend. At least, I find that to be true of my own mind. It may not be so with the readers of this volume.

Each one in attendance was given a part of the whole cloth to weave. Each had his right to follow the guidance or to volunteer for any part of the plan. And when all was accomplished, it would be seen that all had worked as planned. No deviation from duties could be permitted, once the role or work was assumed.

My part of the program was to start in the new area of the manifested MARCAP COUNCIL, giving all that I could, verbally and written, for a period of three months . . . after which, physical contacts would be eliminated, for the writing part of my work. The writing part would continue for three months, also, during which time I was to provide a re, stimulator for all of the Council members who had not yet been called up for duty, as it were. That restimulator into consciousness was to be a book, and this is it!

Upon completion of the book, it was to be printed, only five hundred copies, each of which was to have a number, and filed under the name of the person who had it. And from there, wider circulation could come after the Planetary Conjunction, for it would add to information which was to be written later.

As I was writing this book, I was to create a new line of communication by bulletin, and these would eventuate into another book, called THE MONITOR. THE MONITOR would initially be issued in segments, peculiar to the times. It would be followed by a work known as THE ORBIT, which would also be done in segments (later to be put into book form), and would deal with technical data and information on spiritual, mental, and physical relationships.

There was to be another general Council meeting of all participants from all of the Solar Councils and Galactic Council on the 3rd day of November, 1961, and in that would be revealed our work of the next three months, just preceding the Planetary and Galactic Conjunction which was to occur, by our time patterns, on the dates in February, 1962, as given earlier.

Another book was to be worked on throughout this entire period of time, and would not be released until the beginning of the new age. This book was to be called EXCALIBUR.

Please understand, as you read here, that I had never written a book. I had done many "papers" and articles for our own membership, but never had I done such a work (in this lifetime, anyhow). So I was not estimating the amount of effort at all, as I heard my work outlined by Michael, who coordinates all works. Effort is of the physical level of action, and so therefore it did not come to me until I actually started the job... and then I could see that my estimates of time were pretty far behind the spiritually accepted time factors. But that was alright and had been considered by Michael in the outline.

It was revealed to me that within our midst was an opposer to the plan. This was also told to me in March of 1961 and again in August of 1961, and also that some of the onslaught of the non-entities and the opposing entities would occur in mid-October. I reported this to the members of the group who are in residence and are the present physical manifestation of the Council (in part), and we prepared for this event for several weeks prior to the actual experiencing of the time. Then, to our utter surprise, one was taken out of our midst, and the revelations connected with that action were enormous for all those who remained. (Once more, I could not have seen this event or even correctly estimated it until it happened, and then it cleared many questions I had.)

During the Council meeting, there was information given about the introduction of a gas into our atmosphere, a gas which is native to the planet Mercury and had not been known on planet Earth up to that time. The use of that gas was clarified and the times of introduction into specific zones of our planet was to be given to me, so that the proper results would be achieved. (Which has been done, at this time.)

It was clearly pointed out to me that those who are represented in the Council body are those whose willingness to serve is supreme. They are Masters, in a sense, but not in the sense that man usually applies that word or status. A Master is, after all, the greatest servant, for he serves the multitudes - whereas, the usual concept is a directive and dictatorial one, which is not true.

So, Council activity was not considered as to levels, but as to encompassing ability. The levels of operation were only to satisfy the needs of those who wished glorification - which not perverse, in any sense, for many must have those needs order to have all needs served in all areas of operation. There was also a discussion about "man-kind" as opposed to "demon-kind", and I thought this was an interesting new view (to me). It seems that the demon-kind originated from other galactic systems, coming into our galaxy and taking over bodies to serve them and to be used in defeating us within our own systems. More invasions have taken place within our own particular solar system than in any other part of the galaxy, for we are the newest inhabited solar system. (There are four new systems in preparation for habitation.)

Man-kind was considered to be those forms of our own galactic origin, and they reproduced in accordance with the science of genetics. But along the way, the demon-kind intermingled and cohabited with our kind, and the results are nonentities and alloyed genetic lines. (There are twelve major genetic lines, all of which have been alloyed, at this end of age.)

The rehabilitation of body and mind is the project under way right at this time and for two years following the Conjunction. After that time, all would be "purified", "cleansed", and readied for the new-age events.

The alloying of bodies and mental data results in disease and friction within the form itself. Once these things have all been relieved, each person is a free agent to recreate any part he wishes to, as long as he does it with intention and while conscious. Those who would hang on to tradition or superstition will be taken out of our system and returned to the system whence their alloying properties came.

The subject we are leading into here is what is commonly "karma". Any karma which originated in the Piscean Age has to be disconnected, or the person cannot evolve with the evolutionary program during the Conjunction. It amounts simply to this: The Piscean karma cannot enter the Aquarian Age. It will be taken to a part of the system that still functions in Pisces. It is just like taking a grade over again in school, as I have also previously stated.

Karma is an adoption of a pattern by which to live in any age; when that age is consummated, the karma is supposed to have been resolved. For those who become lazy, there is but one solution, and that is to re-experience these events and the automatic reincarnations until they desire freedom enough to take command of the thinking mechanisms, and to begin to KNOW rather than to believe.

Following all of this review and presentation of events "to come", each of the delegates spoke on behalf of his Planetary Councils, and I then realized that I had not given all of my report at all. I had something yet to communicate that had to do with control through mental telepathy, which was being practiced under the guise of a new movement or brotherhood on our planet. I did not know whether or not we should condone this practice at this end of, and beginning of, age.

When I had finished my report and asked my questions regarding our future treatment of this activity I had spoken about, I was shown a chart of planet Earth with the new force lines which had been put into position when we had moved from the Fort Myers area to Lake Rabun. When all of the new planetary force lines are fully operative, this will result in a backwash on the opposite side of the planet, which is a terminus for releases. (This may not make much sense in those terms.) What it actually amounts to is: the polarities, positive and negative, which influence planetary forces and introductions, and all other matters between the divine and the physical.

That major point of inflowing contact now was our very home region that we had been moved physically into; the excesses and noncompatibles were handled at the opposite pole. The effects were chiefly felt in the Indonesian states, and for now, I cannot say more about that. It will, however, come out somewhere else, not in this book, for that is not the purpose of this book.

At any rate, I could see this immediately as it was presented! It was far too fantastic for easy acceptance, but then that is how all events of magnitude occur, for only then does the mind cease to interfere.

The admonition of all I needed to know for handling was made indisputably clear. Next, there was a committee of twelve who had been picked to handle the subject of densities, and it was time now for them to make their presentation. So they requested that they be recognized to make their reports, and Michael gave them the hearing time.

What those reports amounted to would fill many volumes if we used words to describe it. I will give you a brief look so that you can see how beautifully complete our plan is, and what the work is that is being done everywhere in our galaxy. It makes one feel very proud to be a participant.

The densities of matter were described as being "evidence of past livingness". The densities of human bodies were described as being "livingness" and "animated objects". The densities of mental bodies were described as being "suspended accumulations". The densities of spirit form were described as being "attitudes expressed".

It was stated that each of the densities contributes to the one below it ("below", not in status, but in denser quality). For instance, the "animated objects" finalize into matter, as do the "suspended accumulations" eventuate into release which contributes to matter, also; the "attitudes expressed" do not accumulate anything, for they pass it on to the mental levels without holding on to it (whatever the "it" may be).

So once more I could see the perfection of the plan, and how it is all intended to be so, and is the agreement under which our system functions, along with the other systems within the galaxy.

Each solar system has its own peculiarities of procedure, and our particular peculiarity is one of mental body level.

It was made very certain during the review and report that any of us descending into other levels of operation make ourselves subject to the laws and rules of that level, and so it is by far the best to function remotely - to operate a mental body and physical form from outside of the spheres of their influence, as I did when aboard Japhalein and under Paul's direction. It is a simple thing to do, and it assures that one will not be overwhelmed by any density, no matter how forceful, for one will be operative exterior to the form.

Paul had reacquainted me with all of this information, but we had not discussed it from the standpoint of "densities".

The accumulations that we carry in the field of the body (human form) have to do with the experiences of planetary life, and are compatible with the planet or planets from which they have been accumulated. One cannot be an Interplanetary Being and carry any of the amassed energies with him. To really be a Space Being or Interplanetary Being, it requires that all accumulations be discharged and returned to their natural ground. This explains why Space Beings are apparently so simple, for the sophistication has been released and they are as the "innocents" spoken of in nearly every known religion. They also can be influenced by the cleverly wise ones who are opponents, and who are of comparable ability and standards but with their own goals to serve which counter ours within our systems.

The spirit form, such as we were using in the Council Chamber, is the form which attracts no-thing to it, for it is no-thing by the laws of physics. The spirit form is only detectable via the rays and beams it produces, and cannot be seen except by one of like form and beingness.

Before the meeting closed, there was a presentation that had to do with color and patterns of kinetics. It was said that at the next general meeting, this would be the main topic under discussion. I was asked if I would do a bit of research on behalf of planet Earth and its relationship to the system and then to the galaxy, and I consented.

We were all cautioned against becoming involved with personalities, for they are strictly mental beings and would destroy us and our purposes if we permitted them to influence us. (That was the third time within three months I had been told that, and I was to learn how important it was to know, very soon.)

CHAPTER
11
DESTINATION "PLANET 666"

On July 7th, 1961, I went again to Japhalein, this time to reacquaint myself with some of the purpose of the greater plan, and to learn newly how things had evolved and from what patterns.

Upon my arrival that time, I was kept waiting in one of the lower-level anterooms for quite some time before Paul appeared. Upon his entrance into the room, I gasped, for he was wearing a garment which looked for all the world like snake skin. It was completely form-fitting from the shaped hood to the soles of his feet, and the only visible part of his body was his face.

"Did I startle you?" he asked.

"You certainly did! What on earth kind of outfit is that?" I wanted to know.

"This is a material which prevents emission of my energies outward and the reception of energies inward," he said. Then he went on. "We are going to tour through the atmosphere of your planet tonight, and I am going to show you some of the things you will need to know, and some of the things you DO know but have forgotten about. Since your atmosphere is highly toxic at this time, I am using a preventative, for I would subject myself to forgetfulness if I were to partake of the 'atmospheric food' that the bodies on your planet are using at this time. You are oriented to the atmosphere, and there is no need for the same precautionary measure yet - there will be, later."

This sounded exciting but mysterious, and I asked him several questions as we went into the "launching area". We were going aboard one of the Bell craft, and we would span many areas of my planet this time, so that I could see for myself what acts of cooperation to the plan were being engaged in and what the counteractions were.

Shem and Mara were near the craft we were to go on this journey in, and they raised their hands in greeting as we approached. They, like me, were oriented to my planet's atmosphere, and were not garbed as was Paul.

Soon we were aboard the Mary Bell, and with no concept of motion we went spinning into space.

Paul told me that we were to enter our solar environment on a "sun beam" which penetrated the furthest depths of our solar system, and we would travel that beam through the orbits and atmosphere of every planet in our system. He would indicate various things for me to note, he told me.

I watched through the viewer and saw many objects out there in the vast realms of space. Some of them seemed no more than shadows, but Paul told me that the objects were just as solid as my planet, but they were a negative energy to the materials of my planet - negative in that they were opposite vectors of mattering energies. He explained what he meant by that: To those planets and moons, we were negative and they were positive, so that it was all a matter of one's frame of reference. That which is compatible to us is positive, and that which is not compatible is negative; this is held to be true for all things and conditions within our system.

"There is Neptune." Paul was pointing to a large light body which was seemingly low on the horizon of our view. "Neptune has five more 'pass-overs' to go, and it will then be a 'mansion'. When that occurs, a new law will be written in your Solar Council," he informed me.

"Just what is a 'mansion', Paul?" I asked him.

"A 'mansion' is a released planet which is self-governing. This can only occur when the participants on the planet have reached harmony and conscious accord," he replied.

"Was that what was meant when Jesus spoke of the many 'mansions' of his Father's house?" I prodded to find out if the mysteries of the words spoken by Jesus were NOT merely matters of interpretation. I truly believed that what he said had literal meaning rather than interpretive meaning. I did not really believe that he ALWAYS spoke in parables.

"That is right," Paul acknowledged.

I looked at Neptune, and I could see an emanation of light about the planet itself which seemed to have a blue-white hue to it. Paul told me that this was a self-emanated light. "All 'mansions' emanate their own light," he said. "After they have balanced the flow of light emanations so that they are no longer dependent upon solar energies to create friction and produce light, they move out of the system into a magnetic field of their own creation. Later, they can be a solar body emanating their own bodies or newborn planets. Once outside of the influence of your sun, they become independent of all agreements with your Council except the galactic agreements. This takes many thousands of years, even after the self-producing light begins. We have lots of time, and prefer to use it as much without impact as possible."

"Will my planet ever become a 'mansion'?" I continued he examination.

"How will you have it be? Have you ever brought this question up in one of your Solar Council meetings?" Paul was now asking questions.

"Not that I recall. Should I?" I asked.

"If you 'should', you will," he answered, and I was very disappointed that he did not tell me what I wanted to know. He just seemed to evade and refuse advising.

We sped on, passing one planet after another. I noted that each one seemed to cast forth a different degree of light and a different color than Neptune. Some of the things I saw were varied in shape and size, and some of them seemed to be on fire, while others seemed almost ghostly, they were of such tine density.

"This is the planet you should have much interest in," Paul said, as he pointed to a reddish body which seemed very close to us. "That is Mars."

"Can we land there?" I asked, hoping that we could.

"Yes, we can," he answered.

I expected him to say something to Mara and Shem, but he didn't. He just kept looking out of the viewer at Mars. Finally I realized that I had not asked to land; I had only asked if we COULD. So I ventured the suggestion, "Let's land."

"We had best proceed with our plans. You need to have interest in your own planet, and all of these things will be better understood. Your curiosity is natural, but it is not gainful," Paul denied me.

Then he showed me two moons and said that they are the moons of my planet. One is positive energy, and the other is negative. He told me that our people have not yet become aware of the "other moon", but its influences have been observed as phenomena by our scientists. "Mars receives much of the energy production from your planet through the magnetic fields produced by those moons."

I cannot quote exactly here what Paul told me, but I can give you what I have as an impression of what he said. It seems that Mars had once been in the orbit our planet now travels in, and had left behind some of its productions in the orbital field. Those influences are the cause of conflict and mass tension for as many thousands of years as it takes to build our tolerance. The wars of time had been the outward manifestation of those influences. We had added our own productions to the orbital field, so that the next planet to pass through that area and proceed with its processes of increasing tolerances, would be Venus. Our influences, added to the others, would have to be triumphed over before Venus could "pass over".

I began to see what Paul had told me about earlier: that the paths of the planets are clearly defined, and passage through the entire solar system is the way to become a "mansion". Once in a great while, the plans for a planet were too ambitious by its leaders, or too slack and lazy, and it always resulted in the explosion of the planet.

"Just think! A planet blown to bits . . . what a lot of rubble that would make!" I thought to myself (I thought). Then Paul said, "Over there you can see the remains of Meldech. Do you recall what happened there?"

As I received Paul's question, pictures flashed before me of a time of stress following the development of nuclear fission, and the warnings given by the Solar Council that the choice of survival was in the hands of the people. I saw how stupidly the people received this information from their leaders, and how they seemed disinterested in what their nations did. "What man could tell a nation what to do?" was their attitude. And the eventual explosion occurred during a spring equinox, when the sun's radiations were increasing in a particular area which could be classified as a large gas pocket within the planet. The gas became radioactive past the point of tolerance, and the planet exploded. There were remnants within the orbit, but no life.

I had forgotten to answer Paul, but he did not seem to mind. He seemed to know that I was recalling that experience, and so he left me to my musing.

Soon, however, he looked at me, and then placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "I am sorry to disturb your thoughts, but I wish you to observe your 'outer space'."

This time he was pointing to what looked like a fiftylane highway of light. "That is the outer band of radiation around your atmosphere," Paul told me.

"Is that what is being called the 'Van Allen Belt'?" I asked.

"No, this is a far different field than the belt you refer to. Your scientists can only determine things according to the physical laws they have set down. They do not know of this belt," Paul answered.

Then he went on for some time, telling me that the function of this area is to ensnare anything entering into our atmosphere, and to arrest its progress, and at the same time, anything leaving our planet cannot pass without being detected in this field. This is one of the purposes for the extra precautions of the garments that Paul wore. But greater than that, it is one of the secrets of our difficulty in getting anything out into orbit beyond that band. Anything that is powerful enough to penetrate that band would immediately burn up if it were not composed of compatible materials, for the cosmic energies are of higher content than those which we are accustomed to on our planet. For example, anything that an invading force would construct from the materials of our planet, could not survive the outer areas of that band. Even our two moons are within the limits of that band. Paul said, "We call that area the 'Lower Heaven'." [Since this book was originally written, space scientists have found that certain debris is forced into orbit at a level between bands of radiation. Scientists call this the "Garbage Belt", and are seeking a means by which to force the "garbage" or debris back into the Van Allen Belt where it would immediately burn up.]

Then we saw particles that were as thick as schools of fish and travelled in much the same fashion. Paul showed me on the viewer what the particles look like. They were every geometric design that one could imagine, and in every color and every density of color.

"This is what is thought to be Universal Thought or Universal Mind. Those particles that you are looking at are all creations of the inhabitants of your planet. Some of the denser ones are murder, insanity, sex perversion, and all of the Mustn't Do's of your people. Those things are done in thought, the thoughts become things, and there you see them. Many of your people reach out into Universal Thought, and all they come up with are disasters, planetary disasters or individual ones, for that is what is contained within that field," Paul informed me.

"Is there such a thing as Universal Thought, Paul?" I asked him seriously.

"Yes, indeed there is, but it is a level of operation below the consciousness of spirit. You see, when one finds that he creates newly for himself, he sees that the need to pull in the 'substance' of formed energy, as a formless stuff with which to create, is a fallacy designed to be obedient to the laws of conservation. If there were no new creation of energy, there would be no progress or enlargement of the physical universe. This is one of the most difficult of all lessons for mankind to learn, for with the understanding of the creation of energy, the awakening into responsibility is realized. Many do not make the transition from energy to thought, and it is these who eventuate into retarded cycles," Paul answered me, with an expression of deep concern on his beautifully clean face.

It was easy to see how all of this fit with the story Paul had told me about the purposes behind the original creation of Japhalein: to monitor idle thought and keep all things categorized as much as possible, so that the communications from one end of our galaxy to the other will be as free as possible of contaminating or degrading thoughts. I wondered . . . then I asked, "Paul, if someone were to think a thought about Mars, would it communicate directly to Mars?"

Paul seemed very pleased with this question, and he reached over and patted me on the shoulder as he answered. "Yes, that is quite right. It is the undetermined thoughts, with no particular purpose, which we have the problem of handling. When one thinks of Mars, as you give in your exemplary question, the thought does communicate directly to the body concerned. If it be one of speculation and confusion, usually the attempt is made to straighten out the confusion; but few ire as willing to receive as they are to transmit, so it is one of the biggest problems that we have yet to solve."

We talked some more on that subject, and Paul told me that I would be given some training exercises in telepathy which, I would see, is the best solution.

By now, the little ship had travelled into an area of light and color - every color one could conceive of surrounded us on all sides. In answer to my many questions about that phenomenon, Paul informed me that we were in an area of vaporous energies which could not be seen with the naked eye from our planet, for the colors were seen to blend into a blue due to gaseous areas between this area and our planet. He said that this is the area described as "the waters above the earth", in the testimonies of the Prophets (our Christian Bible). Other cultures call it the "Rain God", and some even, the "God of Fertility". There are apparently many understandings of this part of our environment or "atmosphere".

If you can imagine how it would be to be surrounded on all sides by a rainbow, then you can get an idea of how it looked to me. It was beautiful . . . very very beautiful!

Then the colors began to fade more and more, and soon we entered a "dark blue darkness" - that is how I can best describe it to you - a deep deep blue, like what we would call "navy blue". It was quietly dark and not undesirable to experience. I could see the stars and the moons and the planets. One moon was below us, and the planets seemed double the size we are used to seeing. I could see that many more stars were visible to me than are visible from the earth, and I asked about that. Paul told me that we were not handicapped by the "upper atmosphere" in this area we were travelling through, and therefore many of the celestial bodies that we do not see except through high-powered telescopes, were plainly visible.

Never had the sky seemed so busy, or so quiet, to me. I watched and looked, and soon Paul pointed out the constellation Orion, and the two companion stars, Sirius and Procyon. They were brilliant and colorful. It was truly an inspiring sight!

On past the darkness we went into a grayness . . . which was light yet not light, slightly dark yet not dark. Now I could see the planet clearly, and I could see penetrations of the sun's rays, for the planet was between us and the sun by now, and I realized we must be travelling at an enormous rate of speed. Paul told me this is the stratum where our moons travel, and we would soon "crash" through the band of radiation which causes us to experience light on our planet. This sounded ominous, but soon I understood what was meant by the expression, "crashing through the band of radiation", for we were in it and there was full light ... bright brilliant light ... from our sun. Now I knew that this is the belt referred to in recent times as the "Van Allen Belt", and the cosmic energies contacting the energies in the field of the Van Allen Belt result in the friction that we call "light"! My, what an education!

Soon the planet was clearly seen as in a relief map. I could see the outer crust of the earth and its crevices and bumps, its mountain peaks, its bodies of water, and it seemed that almost half of the earth was blanketed in white snow. That was surprising when I recalled it was July, but I soon gathered the information I had and knew that July meant summer to us in the Northern Hemisphere . . . but that was not all there was to know about our seasons. That is quite a study, I thought to myself. Geology, meteorology, and all of the related sciences: there must be volumes of data on it available on our planet. And yet none had seen it with their eyes as I was seeing it - at least, none of the scientists.

Now the "map" of the "Eastern" part of our planet was I that remained, for we were dropping rapidly into the regions known as the Eastern World. I could see lots of islands . . . more than I ever dreamed existed from my brief study of maps or world globes. Then Paul spoke to me again. "We are going to land at a contact point in the Himalayan Mountains of Tibet."

CHAPTER
12
THE "ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN"

The landing place that Mara had selected was barren of any growth that I could see. Everywhere I looked, there was snow, and the first light of day was beginning to dawn here on this "roof of the world". I could see a range of peaks which seemed to be about two hundred feet higher than the flat spot on which we had landed, and from the top of the range of peaks I saw human forms moving toward us. I quickly looked at each of my companions to see if there was any particular concern registered on their faces. There was not. Then I heard shouts of human voices in a foreign tongue, and for the moment I was disappointed, for I did not know the language . . . and then suddenly I DID! Just as soon as I realized that I was not bound to the utterances of language and symbols, the words were clear and had meaning. They were saying, "Hail!" and I could make out three or four voices.

"We are on a small plateau near the city of Zhikatse," Paul was saying to me, "and we are to visit a monastery for contact with a Lama, with whom you will be in communication once the contact is made."

By now, the people were nearing the Mary Bell, and I could see them. They all had broad smiles on their faces, and I knew that this was not a new contact and these people must have some familiarity with space craft that the world is not aware of. Paul later confirmed that many visits had been made by some of the crews from various parts of our galaxy, but this had been his first contact in over one hundred years, our time. I was startled for a moment, and then reminded myself that Paul's body was not of Earth density, so he was not being subjected to the age limits I was unwittingly trying to place upon him.

The people were Mongolian in appearance, and were very humble and friendly. We were whisked out of the ship, onto dog sleds, and away we sped in the direction from which the natives had come.

As we approached the cusp of the ridge, I could see a lovely ancient-looking building of rather huge proportion nestled against the side of the mountain. There were two paths clearly defined, leading away from the building and down the mountainside (or leading to it, whichever it was). The building was white but seemed darkened beside the glistening whiteness of the snow, so it was somewhat grayish-looking.

There are many details that I shall skip here, so that I may get this story told. But some day I would like to do another book on this adventure, for it was a very thrilling one for me.

We were escorted into a large hall and up some stairs into a room that was totally bare except for a rough-looking table and twelve chairs, which I counted. Our guide invited us to sit down, and left us, stating that he would return soon.

The door opened, and there, framed in the doorway, stood a man with RED HAIR! I could not quite make out his face at first, but I could see that he was well over six feet tall and broad of frame. His body was very well proportioned, I noted, for he had on a short tunic with knee-length boots made of skins. He looked much like our seventeenth century pirates are usually described, as he stood there. It was only an instant until he swaggered his great bulk hastily and gracefully into the room, with his hand extended to Mara. His features were noble and powerful-looking, and his large mouth stretched into a broad smile, showing teeth like I have never seen before. They were absolutely pearl-like, and his mouth was squarishlooking, supported by a strong chin which also seemed squarish to me. In appearance, he looked much like my imaginings of the Vikings. One could not help but perceive the tremendous strength emanating from him. I was surprised when he spoke, for his voice was soft ... and of baritone pitch. I had expected to hear him bellow, I guess. There was a reverence in his manner, without any falsity.

He said, "How good it is to see you, my brother." He had addressed Mara, who was smiling back at him with a light in his eyes which showed his great joy.

"And you, Igor. You have not changed," Mara replied, while accepting the hand which had been offered to him.

The warmth of the meeting was such that I realized I was smiling, too. I was very pleased, and didn't know exactly why.

The introductions were made. Our presence apparently had been expected, for I heard Igor say to Paul, "This is a great moment for us, to have you with us for the great event to be planned."

Some day, not too far off into the future, the proof of what I say about this meeting will be seen. I know that it seems fairy-tale-like and unbelievable, perhaps with shades of James Hilton's Lost Horizon, but I give this account as it did happen despite the credibility considerations which may be challenged.

Igor is a Viking. He is Supreme Chief of the Yeti (the "Abominable Snowman"), and his is a mission of great solemnity. The Yeti are remnants of the Plutonian influence. This means that when the planet Pluto was in the orbit we are now in, these Beings were left behind to relearn their lessons, and they had not handled that task through all of the "pass-overs" since that time. They were a problem to the Council, and finally Igor had been commissioned to go to them as a teacher, to see if he could bring them into reality so that they need not be cast onto Venus at the next "pass-over". The Yeti are childlike and harmless except when approached by "Man", and then they defend themselves in the only way they know how - by attack.

Also, I learned newly (for I had once known it) that the Vikings were actually Martians - the great warlords, as we know them historically. The Council of our solar system had met, and appealed to the representatives of Mars to take a hand in the Yeti problem. And so it was that Igor, one of the mightiest amongst the Martians, was selected and commissioned to take the task to hand. The point of contact was a High Lama, who was a Taoist in the Tibetan monastery where we were sitting at that moment. It was he who was rightfully the Dalai Lama. The one who was recognized, and had been selected for that high title and honor, was in reality not the one who should have held the position. This is a Council datum, known for some time.

Igor was half sitting, half reclining on one of the stiff wooden chairs, with his head leaning against the back of the chair. He looked first at Mara, then at Shem, me, and Paul, in that order. Then he sat up and looked at Paul, and asked, "Does your visit here mean that there is a change in the procedure?"

"Yes, there is a change, but not in the same sense in which you ask about it. All progress is change, and the progress has been noted to be worthy of higher assignment." Paul smiled - a bit mischievously, I thought.

Somewhere far off (but within the building, I was sure) there was a faint refrain drifting in to us - lovely music, belllike in its simplicity, but resonant and melodious. I wondered about it, and realized that I had not heard what Paul had just finished saying. I did hear Igor reply, "We are quite ready for that task. I have trained my people, and they are loyal."

What had I missed? I was a bit furious with my wandering thoughts for having missed Paul's question or inquiry about readiness for something.

Again the door opened, and one in ceremonial garments entered the room, bowing low to each of us as he passed. He was youthful in some ways, and ancient in others. He had a small skullcap on his head, and wore a large-sleeved robe, richly decorated with metallic embroidery. I noted the fine features of his face and the piercing qualities of his eyes, and noted that he had a small pointed beard.

Igor introduced us, and I learned that this was the Enlightened One we had come to see. This WAS the High Lama!

The meeting lasted about two hours. During that time, the Lama spoke in his soft voice, which had a ring of authority to it while remaining gentle. He told us of the problems they had experienced with the invasion of Communists, and the loss of life of the many monks and brethren. His grief was very apparent. He told us of the atrocities his people had suffered, and that his influence had not been what he would have wished. Paul comforted him in that statement, saying to him that the plans of the greater Council were as set up, and that there were no deviations. All of these things would be seen for their true values later.

Through insidious and devious means, it was now necessary to create a rift between the Chinese Reds and their Kremlin masters. The rift must be contributed to and allowed to grow, with the intent for them to engage in actual combat. But . . . the Chinese Reds should not win, for they are the terrorists, the sadists, and the madmen of the planet. They must not be allowed to continue to grow in power, and the Soviet Union was to be used in battle against them to weaken both powers. This was apparently a vital need, according to the way Paul outlined it.

Now I could see that the legions of Yeti, which were under the direction of Igor, could be indispensable. Could that be why they had remained all of the thousands of years? Was their presence on this planet a factor of salvation? I didn't know for sure, but it sure seemed logical.

The meeting ended with hot tea served to all of us, and I noticed that Shem, Mara, and Paul all drank some. The Lama was instructed by Paul to keep me informed, through telepathic communications, of the events that should be revealed at the right times, and to let me know the inner workings of the lamasery.

It was agreed, and we departed with warm embraces for all by the huge Igor and the spiritually huge Lama.

Back in the ship again, Paul directed Mara to proceed into the Kremlin, and to use "negative output", which was explained to me later as being a negative production of energy which made one ship invisible. (This is one of the "mysteries" investigated by space groups that I know about. I had heard many theories, at none so simple as the fact.)

As we took flight, Paul told me that he was going to show me some things that I would have to write about, and I should prepare to see the most inhumane treatment that I could expect. He said that I had to know these things, and I should be prepared to confront them factually and not be influenced by my personal attitudes. He also told me, "The methods being used by the galactic opponents in our midst are not really seen and certainly cannot be understood by men, for men look for logics and reasons behind certain activities, and do not give credence to the spirit activities." We are in a danger zone of mentality factors, Paul told me, and we have to be equipped with the understanding.

The thought of entering the Kremlin was exciting, especially since I couldn't be seen!

CHAPTER
13
CHAMBER OF HORRORS!

Mara had set the ship down in a small clearing in a dense forested area, and I could see hundreds of lights just above us to the west. I was soon to see that this was a tremendously large Mental Institution.

The place was surrounded by a charged link fence. We moved freely through the posted guards and even the dogs which were on duty. They could not see us, for we were in spirit form.

The ground was hard and dry with a sparse growth of grass, which indicated cold climate. But not having the denser form, I was not sensitive to temperature, so I cannot tell you how cold it was. The guards all had earmuffs, heavy clothing, boots, and woolen mittens; I knew that was indicative of cold weather.

There was a rising in the ground, and we floated up over it and were in full view of the building. It was a fourstory many-winged building, and off behind it I could see many others like it.

It was night. The lights were on in most of the hundreds of windows, and forms could be seen passing the windows from time to time. The windows were heavily barred and did not appear to be very clean - they were actually filmy.

Here is the story I learned that night. The Chief Doctor in charge of this institution is a man named Hamankoff. He is a psychiatrist of Viennese education, and he is the all-powerful one in political circles.

In the Soviet Union, the insane or retarded are taken by the State, regardless of the immediate family. They are then no longer part of the family - they are State-owned wards, and there is no further communication with the immediate family or any relatives from then on. The State can do as it sees fit.

It is a shameful thing there to bear a child who is not "normal". Anyone who goes into insanity is a shame to their family, and so there is no publicity whatsoever connected with these situations. The insane are removed. Also, anyone who opposes the State can be declared insane and sent into the Mental Institution for life. There is no hope of release, for the logics of the psychopolitician require that no person of this category be turned loose upon their society or produce children. 3o, being categorized that way, they are considered to be non-productive wards of the State.

No one will ever know the whole story of the atrocities against the sick of mind there, for they are used as animals are used, in experiments of every kind - no thought of humanity is ever connected with them. Their food is the barest necessity, and not too hygienically prepared, unless there is a special arrangement made for a specific "experimental identity".

They are clothed in straight loose-fitting gray sackcloth garments, and have no undergarments or footgear. Their beds are usually on the floors, and the filth of the housing units is indescribable. One choosing to relieve his bowels or bladder just raises his gown and does it, where he is . .. so the odors are putrid. All in all, this was the most sickening thing I had ever seen, or even imagined seeing.

Dr. Hamankoff is an accomplished hypnotist and a teacher of the so-called "science". His staff is trained in the skills of the hypnotist, and they are not above using abuse, punishment, and narcosis. Here were examples of collapsed mental bodies being used against the spirit. It is a horrible betrayal to the spirit, but since there is no true regard for spirit in the Soviet Union, they assign the creative ability to the mind.

The hypnosis is used to get the person to separate himself from his body. The whole purpose is to send these hypnotically controlled robot spirits into our nation and the nations which are our allies, and take possession of a body, commanding the spirit who had the body to return to "Shangri-La" (which is the name used by the hypnotists in their commands).

Hundreds of these hypnotized spirit beings are sent forth every once in a while, and each is under direct orders as to where he is to go and how he is to approach the "victim". The prime targets are those who use drugs, alcohol, or hypnosis. Others are trance artists, spiritualists, and doctors of practices designed to reduce the conscious level of the person. The disembodied entity is told to move into the field of the body and command the half-conscious Being that is there to go to "ShangriLa" ... and they do, with no determinism other than that. Now the possessed body is under the direct telepathic control of the Kremlin!

The newly disembodied spirit returns to the Mental Institution from which the previous one had come, and is now a spirit connected to whatever body the other one had left: an insane body, a body with a mental-body sickness.

Surely this is not part of the plan laid out by Karl Marx, for his was a Galactic Council work, and this is certainly an opposing work. I felt sure of that, and I intended to inquire fully of Paul on this subject.

Dr. Hamankoff is a short, stubby, chunky man, with a graying mustache, and thick horn-rimmed glasses which make his evil eyes appear to be three times their normal size. His shock of iron-gray hair is cut in a semi-crew-cut fashion, which makes it seem to stand on end. Altogether, he is not a pleasant spectacle to confront, I could imagine.

Paul told me that there are over eight hundred institutions within the Soviet Union of this nature. This one is the largest; it has over 100,000 inmates!

There is no power within the Soviet Union great enough to investigate what is done with the mentally incapacitated. But the greatest crime of all is that better than 30% of the inmates are sane . . . and have been incarcerated by some dupe or other to provide sane subjects for special work. Certain drugs, gases, and other chemical experiments are used on the sane to study the effects. Nerve gas is being developed, and these are the human subjects for those experiments!

The magnitude of these crimes still has not been realized. I am still in a big quandary about it all, for the ideas and the actual witnessing of all of this was something for which I had not been too well prepared. But that is how it should have been, so that I could see it without any prejudices.

Hamankoff is responsible only to the real head of the Soviet party . . . and that is a hunchbacked German whose brilliancy of mind has no equal in the realms of conquest, for there are no ethics or rules to which he will admit subjection. His name is Reifschneider, and he was a control behind the "throne" of the demonized Hitler and his chief executioner, Eichmann.

We returned to the ship before daylight, and I had seen all I needed to see! I knew that I must do something about all of this - but what? I felt so very ineffective and so minute in my power. You must imagine how thoughtful I was, and how upsetting this all was to me. Paul said they would return me to my other two forms at my home in the mountains of Georgia, and that at sundown this same day, I would be taken once more into other fields of activity. I agreed, but I said, "I sure do hope the worst came first!"

CHAPTER
14
ACROSS THE WORLD AND BACK AGAIN

True to his word, Paul contacted me the next day, which was the 8th day of July, 1961. This time, he appeared to me in a materialized yet thin form, and we conversed for over two hours. Most of the conversation was mine, for Paul asked me direct questions, and I found myself answering them with the authority of experience. The questions were directed by Paul, who knew what I knew better than I did, and he helped me to recall many things that I DID KNOW.

As I reflect in writing here, I realize that his questions started back in time and moved forward. His first inquiry was about the creation of this planet and what I knew about that. I REALLY knew about it, and described my ideas to him as I received them in my mind's eye. Paul confirmed many things I said, and used other things I said as leads into other areas. It was the most ingenious way of getting a person to admit his past incarnations with ease, that I had ever seen done.

We discussed three of the previous civilizations on this planet, and I knew there had been six altogether before the present one. I knew this is the surviving civilization, contrary to the many claims of potential planetary disaster. I knew that the earliest dynasty on the planet was the Oriental dynasty (which later evolved into Kahunaism), that the Polynesian people are remnants of the Lemurian culture, and that their wisdom was supreme and their traditions were based on the truths of life (however, those truths have been altered in this present time).

From there, Paul took me through the long history of the three major Egyptian dynasties, and I saw the beginnings of science and its first REAL admission of spiritual causation - which was forgotten again, and then brought back into being by the early Greeks.

At about the same time that the Greeks were restoring the spiritual values in the Mediterranean area, on the far "Western" parts of the planet the Incas, the Temecuans, and the Mayans were finding newly some of the basic principles of cosmic energy and were learning to apply their knowledge to their planetary life, resulting in fantastic works of art, and cities of such beauty that none could adequately describe them.

It was very interesting, looking over all these events much as you would recall a shopping trip of yesterday. It was all there. All I needed was for someone to direct my attention and I had all I needed to know, easily, without pain or regret over previous losses of bodies or ways of life.

In the East, the wisdom of the ages was being brought back into being by one Suddhartha Gautama, as he searched in much the same way that I was now doing under Paul's monitoring. Following that, there was the sage Lao Tzu, and the missing pieces of Gautama's puzzle were neatly recorded for all to know, simply by reading and studying both "ways" and applying the basic truths to their own lives, for therein was the gospel!

There were periods of three to four hundred years when I did not incarnate but was nevertheless "on duty". One of these periods was during the time of Jesus. I was one of the three spirit beings who transported his Earth body to its present resting place on the brighter moon of our planet, where it is without deterioration - honored and preserved for a great event in the near future.

Finally, Paul said, "This has been much easier than I thought it was going to be. I am glad that it turned out this way, for we have some interesting things to do this night, and all of this recall will be helpful to you later in your estimations and alignment of data from the past. You have done very well."

"It would be better to say that YOU have done very well, for without you, I would not have realized that I knew all of these things," I told him honestly, for it was true.

"Thank you," Paul answered me appreciatively. Then he went on. "Now let us go, for we have a lot to do this night. You are to leave your forms, all of them, right here, and travel with me in essence." And his body began to fade until I could not see it any longer. Then, in no time at all, we were under the ocean, the Pacific Ocean, about one thousand miles off the west coast of South America. due west of Peru.

We saw a huge shelf on the ocean floor, running north and south for miles. I do not know for sure how many miles, but it seemed like nearly a thousand miles long. The shelf is actually a ledge of rock. Underneath the ledge, approximately fifty miles, there is a beautiful city, all intact - columned buildings, and streets of rock, much like our present-day cobblestone. And it is as though the city had only JUST been deserted; there is no sign of undersea growth or erosion. I was then startled to note that we were not looking at the city through water at all! In some fabulous way or other, the shelf prevents the water from entering, in much the same way that a boat which is turned upside down in the water will hold air in the uppermost half, so that one can notice that, even though the boat is submerged, there is an air space that is not filled with water. I do not know exactly what the scientific reasons are, but I do KNOW it occurred, just that way. And here was this lovely city, miles under the sea, yet not in the sea!

We moved into a temple building, and farther on, into the inner chamber (about three by three by three feet). There we found the scrolls that had been dictated at the beginning of the Piscean Age, telling how the waters had risen over the earth, and the parts that had been under the sea were moved out of the water, rehabilitated and refreshed for life forms, and for nutritious plants to grow in the rich soil that had been cleansed and nourished through the ages just past. Man knows that time as being the time the large continent of Lemuria was sunken into the sea ... and that is what did happen, in accordance with the scheme of the evolutionary patterns of each new age.

The scrolls outlined the entire story, and their contents were now being entrusted to me for release to the world, so that those who are the heirs would sense their familiarity with the story and the patterns, and come again into our Council to take up their principalities and leadership.

One could spend lots of time in such an environment, for everything we looked at has a story to tell, and the lost arts are preserved there for mankind to know again at a future time.

Paul assured me that I could go there again any time I wished to, but that he was sure that there would be no pressing NEED to ... and that I would see why in my own time, in my own way.

We departed the beautiful "Ghost City" under the sea. And the next thing I knew, we were looking at the west coast of North America! Paul showed me how man had taken the gold and the oil out of the land, leaving overabundant gas deposits which create much heat and stress upon the earth's crust. It was now all WASTELAND, and would have to rest under the sea through the Aquarian Age for rehabilitation. He outlined the San Andreas earthquake fault, and showed me that it actually originates directly under the North Magnetic Pole, runs deep in the earth under the ocean, and comes out on land in the state of California. As yet, this is not fully known by our geodetic scientists, but they have enough of the truth to be able to suspect that there IS a devastation DUE from the enormous fault in the earth's crust. Now I knew why, and once more it has to do with man's lust for wealth.

Paul explained in great detail what events would occur with the increased stress on the earth's crust, and how the echelons of the giant fault would all be under stress, so that some of the islands in the Pacific would be completely submerged and some of the islands in the Far East and off the tip of southeastern Asia would also disappear from our maps in the new age.

I inquired about the destiny of Sumatra and the Indonesian area, and he told me that there was another event to occur which would affect that part of the Eastern World. Krakatoa would come to life again, and would exhaust in two areas: one of them would be in the ocean near the island of Sumatra, and the other would be in the Hawaiian Islands, or rather, just off the coast of Oahu.

Having covered all of this, we were now visiting the Gulf of Mexico, just off the coast of Yucatan, where the site of an ancient Sun Temple was to be uncovered, but not before the new age was well along in its three-year cycle of restoration.

Along the entire western coast of Florida, various treasure burials were shown to me - fabulous treasure of the early pirate activities from the year 1546 until the early 1900's - gold bullion and coins, silver, and tremendous fortunes in jewels which had been sent into the New World by the mother country, Spain, to finance the church so that the world would be under Spanish dominion, ruling man through the "fear of God" as taught in their churches. So, it seemed to me, the pirates of those days had performed a great service for the spiritual freedom of mankind, while they thought they had far different motives.

I was recalling a past existence as I was listening to Paul and looking at the things he asked me to note. I had been the full sister of Hernando Cortez, and had travelled on one trip to Mexico with him! On the return trip, the vast treasures of the Aztecs filled the hold of the ship, and a mutiny resulted in the loss of that body for me! (Some day I will write that account, for it is a part of history that has many interpretations about it. No one has ever known the truth about it except those who were there . . . and are here now, if they would but waken to that knowledge.)

Then we were on the eastern coast of Scotland. Our interest there was an old old castle, with its underground room of rock . . . where an early Greek philosopher had been protected, having been brought to that country in a coffin as though he were dead. His need to escape from Greece to finish his mission in life had been communicated to a noblewoman by Michael. She had made all arrangements for the safe transportation of the wise one to the underground room, where he lived and worked for over twenty years. None of the castle occupants except the noblewoman and one manServant knew of his existence at all. Another sensational story!

There in that room were rolls of skins. Painstakingly written upon them were the instructions for complete spiritual awakening and release! These, too, were to evolve from the manifested Council known as MARCAP COUNCIL, AND IT WAS MY "MISSION" TO DO THAT WORK BEFORE THE SPRING EQUINOX OF 1963!

I had enough work to keep me busy for ten years, I thought to myself. And when I complained a bit to Paul, he assured me that I would not be short of help, physically, mentally, or spiritually.

Next, we were in the high Andes Mountains of South America, in the land of the Sun People. There, I found some of the most highly endowed prophets of old, restored to life and participating in the work of the new age - unknown to the whole world! But rememberable by all!

And then ... I was home, and my telephone was ringing. It was as though I had never left - but I had enough to think about for many days.

CHAPTER
15
MICHAEL SPEAKS

It was on another day in July, 1961, that I was contacted by Michael and given information of events which would reverberate around the world. I was to set up a communication line to as many people as I could contact with information on the results of radioactive fall-out - information which is not available to science and cannot be found through any available method of research, for it is all on the level of spirit, which is the causation of science.

Let me digress for a moment.

It is not within my literary ability to explain the differences in time within our galaxy. I had tried it earlier in this book and found that I could not easily pass the information along via the written word, for we are prejudiced in our "learning" - we think in terms of physical laws which are relevant to our own planet and our own solar system. The result: I scrapped over twenty pages of manuscript and gave up in futility. We have certain agreements about the speed of light and we calculate according to our agreements, and so any other viewpoints of dimension and time and space warps seem to be unreal or untrue - which they are, in fact, within our solar system. However, that which is untrue for us, is truth else, where. The basic truths are the very foundations of any material

About the best I can do, it seems, is to relate that our "present moment" is not experienced anywhere else as a "present moment". Our present time may have been fifteen minutes ago, or fifteen years from now, or any other amount of difference one can imagine, somewhere within our galaxy. The effort is to have every moment a "present moment" somewhere within the galactic system. This can only occur when the system has evolved into what Michael calls an "Ancient of Days". Then and only then can we conceive of a "no beginning ... no ending" pattern, for then all things are occurring in all units of time and there is no "void" or "vacuum" within the entire galaxy.

As I understand it, each solar system must evolve to the status of twelve planets, each of which has twelve moons. There must be twelve "mansions" established through the same evolutionary patterns. Simultaneously with the release of each "mansion", there must be the "birth" of a new planet within the solar system from which the "mansion" evolves into a higher echelon of creation.

Each time-continuum has its uses. For example, an Extraterrestrial Being may seem to appear and disappear without traversing space. This Being may appear in our present time, and then drift through the time-streams so that THAT "present time" becomes material or manifest in another part of our galaxy and can no longer be seen by us, except in recall. This is a different situation from the basic laws by which a Being materializes and dematerializes, yet it can SEEM to be the same.

The attempt to explain the spirit universe permits the error by which religion is born. Religion is an interpretation which rings true for many, and so they can believe. In believing (adopting an interpretation), one establishes for oneself a collection of data which is classifiable as "tradition" and "superstition". ANY religion has its foundations in the past, and that which is past is no longer the truth of the "present moment", even though it appears to be still here NOW - it is only here NOW in recall and in lifeless matter, for the present moment is the eternal moment of eternal life. The rates of creation which add motion to our laws, are faster than the mind can comprehend (by design), in order for the mind NOT to be able to be "like God"; in order for the mind to evaluate ONLY the things which have been experienced; in order for the mind to ONLY be able to speculate about the future. For if the mind could duplicate and understand the spirit, there would be no function for the mind at all! Spirit KNOWS! Mind interprets the knowingness into rationale, and the constant battle against the spirit by the mind (which endeavors and CRAVES TO KNOW) results in an out-of-present-time-ness by which patterns of behavior are born.

For over a month, I had been digging into all I could discover about the patterns and colors of kinetics. There was much to learn . . . all of which was actually a substitute for KNOWING, but which also provided something to effort for, and therefore to have a game to play, in life. Just as the movie "prop" man does research for the properties with which to set the stage, so also does the mind operate in order to provide a "reasonable facsimile" of TRUTH.

Once more I am experiencing the futility of words as I write. So I will leave this subject for now, for I am sure you will get the idea of my message for yourself, in your own way, if I do not impose too many words upon you and add to the seeming complexity - which is, in truth, UTTER SIMPLICITY.

The time of Michael's appearance, as previously stated, is documented in our records as July, 1961. (I failed to record the actual date.) About an hour after sundown in my mountainous area, I was enveloped in a sphere of light. It seemed much like being in a spotlight without an audience, without needing an audience, and without the energy of another's attention (which is the service that an audience performs). There is relatively little to relate of the experience, for reasons which I cannot give, for I do not honestly have them. Anything I would say about it would be on the basis of logic, which is, after all, a "figure-figure" mechanism in order to establish an acceptable substitute for TRUTH.

There was no illusion of time passing in this "sphere of light". But after the experience had been experienced and was no longer, I recalled some of the things I KNEW while I was in the light. I will do my best to articulate them.

My companion had left earlier for our Center to teach his evening class, and I had declined to go with him because I had a stack of mail which was demanding some attention from me. It was approximately four-thirty o'clock in the afternoon when he left. I had been typing steadily for some five hours in order to catch up with my heavy correspondence, when suddenly I "went dry". I found myself sitting in my study staring fixedly at my typewriter with a half-finished letter waiting for additions ... and nothing came. I had nothing to say - it seemed just like going dry. For a few moments I struggled to get something out, and then I got up and left the room and felt like going outside for a bit. So I did.

I wandered slowly and thoughtfully down our little narrow mountain road, with my sixteen-year-old Doberman, Silky, trotting on ahead. I noted that she seemed so youthful in her trot, and as always she was interested in all things. She was investigating "things" along the road and the banks of the road, occasionally stopping to "sniff" herself into understanding of a rock or leaf. I had chosen to walk along the roadway rather than to hike through the woods, for we had recently seen several snakes, and I was not willing to have my attention on being aware of every step I took. When I came to the end of our little road, I turned to the left and continued down the county road which led to our drive and back up into the mountains.

As Silky and I strolled along, I was thinking about a prediction that a psychometrist had made early in June, which had to do with space craft. He had told me that I would be contacted around three o'clock in the morning on July 4th; I had been willing to be outside at that hour, but had seen nothing. I wondered if I had failed somewhere unconsciously, or whether the information given me was actually not within my sphere of activity. Should I heed anyone's "information"? I wondered.

Then, just as though someone had spoken to me, I was told to return home. In my tutoring with Paul, he had shown me how to handle "spirit communications" so that I would have no liability of acting upon opposing advice. So, I tried the "spirit" and received the identifying assurance, as Paul had told me I would. Without further question, I called to Silky and retraced my steps back to my house.

I drank a large glass of water from our cool spring supply, and thought how good it was. Then I went in and sat down in the living room, still wondering what I was to do next. The day had been very warm and humid, and I felt like taking a cool tub bath so I went into the bathroom and started drawing the water.

Suddenly, there was the beginning of a summer storm - I could hear the thunder away off in the distance. Looking out of the bathroom window, I could see the evidence of rain, for he sky had darkened and there was a brisk breeze developing. Off to the east were flashes of lightning. (I record all of this, or it had a lot to do with what happened afterwards.)

While the water poured into the tub, I went into my bedroom for fresh clothing, and I noted a tiredness about the body which was not usual. So I went into the living room and sat down on the couch, still in my thoughtful mood.

All of a sudden, there appeared before me eight forms of poor definition. I could see that they were forms, all of approximately the same "size", but the unusual thing was that they were all "fused together" by what seemed to be a silver thread. In order to be honest about all of this, I must quickly advise you that I was startled - the body's heart started to race, and I had a great feeling of fear, for the moment that this happened in.

The spirits were asking ME to free them. They were big! I felt so INADEQUATE. I didn't even begin to know should do, or how to do it if I did find WHAT to do.

Seconds later, the apparitions vanished. I was shaken physically, to the point of body trembling, but I looked at my radio clock and saw that it indicated two minutes after five. I just sat for a few moments. Then the sound of the water pouring into the tub demanded my attention, and I hurried into the bathroom to turn off the faucets. I was taken by surprise when I noted that the tub was only about half filled, so I allowed the water to stay on, all the while evaluating the amount of time that had passed during the appearance of the apparitions and the unspoken exchange of communications which had taken place.

The telephone rang. I answered, and my companion's voice came over the lines to me, saying, "I had a feeling that you wanted me to call you."

I quickly told him about the event, and that I had "just come out of it," and he said, "Why don't you rest for a while? It will all straighten out. You have been hard at it all day, so relax the body now for a while."

I told him that I was going to take a bath and then I would relax.

After hanging up the phone, I wondered at his receptivity, for he seemed aware that I was alone and a bit frightened for some reason or other (which is NOT typical of me). Then I remember being glad that he was sensitive to my needs, and I went ahead and took my bath.

Later, I went in and lay down on my bed and listened to the pounding rain, for it was really pouring down by now. I watched the tiny rivulets which were appearing on my windows, and just RELAXED.

A little while later, feeling refreshed, I went over and turned on the television set to hear the news at six-forty-five. In the news broadcast, there was news of eight people, sitting in a tobacco drying shed in or near Spartanburg, South Carolina, being struck and instantly killed by lightning. They had all been sitting on metal drums, the newscaster reported.

Like a bolt, I was instantly aware of the thing that had happened with the apparitions I had seen "fused together". Don't ask how - I just KNEW that the spirits which had to leave their bodies due to the tremendous voltage of the impact, had suddenly, for some unexplained reason, found me . . . and asked my help! I heard the newscaster say, "This tragedy was reported as having occurred at eight minutes after five today."

I remembered I had looked at the radio clock and noted it read two minutes after five, AFTER THE SPIRITS HAD DISAPPEARED. I rushed into my bedroom and looked at the bedroom clock and noted that it appeared to be a few minutes fast, so I took it into the living room and dialed for the telephone time signal. To be sure, the bedroom clock was exactly SIX MINUTES SLOW!

I was puzzled - I didn't know what all of this meant, and I was disturbed to think that I had not done anything for those bereft ones. I didn't hear another thing the newscaster had said. I just sat, half stunned, wondering, wondering, wondering.

A few moments passed and I had turned the television set off, so I am assuming it was very nearly seven o'clock. The room suddenly turned bright - brighter than any lights could ever make it, in my opinion - and I looked outside to see what was the possible reason. It was still raining very hard. Then I saw a form appearing, feet first, just above my view of the window. It gradually appeared in full form, and then . . . came right into the room, right through the glass, wall and all! Finally it rested on the edge of a couch - a full body, just like you and I have and know each other by, except that it was misty . . . thin . . . I could see right through it.

I did not recognize the features, except (thinking to myself) that it was a kind of body like one member of our group has, except it did not have the same density.

It is most difficult to describe one's reactions as are experienced with such an unpredicted and "impossible" occurrence. I was busy wondering ... Who? What? Where? Why? Busy, busy, busy.

Then a calmness came over me. I began to see light particles leaving the form, directed in my direction, and I knew there was some kind of communication being given me. I did not know what, but I did know it was alright to have it happen. The reality would dawn later and I would know what was exchanged, for it was not for this moment.

As soon as I knew this, the figure vanished. Not gradually at all - it just vanished in a twinkle of an eye. First it was there, then it wasn't.

Well, if I had been a drinking woman, I probably would have explained all of this to myself very carefully. But I am not a drinking woman, and I was wide awake . . . and was THERE.

Well, it was all TOO MUCH!

It was then I noticed that the light remained in the room, and by now it was getting dark outside ... still raining hard. Then, "Do not be alarmed. It is I - Michael." And then I saw him take on form right there in front of me!

He spoke again, with voice, and in English. "Every prayer you have ever uttered has reached my domain. Many of the tests you have put yourself through, have been denied interference from anyone. And now we have some things to look over together."

Now, as I look at the picture I have of that event, I recall that the thought went through my mind that Michael was using his Council-appearance body, and it was the one by which I knew him.

He was content to remain silent until I inquired of him, 'I admit being strangely aware that all you say is true, but I Im not consciously aware of WHY. Why am I to do this work? What makes me different? Why am I more capable than another? These questions haunt me, and oftentimes I begin to doubt my own sanity."

"If you did not have the answers to those questions, you could never have posed them," he answered, and I was quite sure that he did not intend to say more or provide me ANY answers at all.

"For him who would enter the higher realms, there are certain works he must have accomplished. These are services, and must be given freely. Once accomplished, his spiritual endowment is added to. Whatever he has gained is matched by the Confederacy Council, from which all endowment of spirit within our domain is granted. You have reached a point and have performed according to the Council plan, and so now your endowment is to be enlightened to the greatest extent possible while still engaged in a physical universe project. That is why I am here. This is YOUR 'time appointed'." Michael spoke the words carefully, deliberately, and with such intention that I could not seem to even consider disagreeing.

"What does all of this mean?" I remember asking.

"It is not the 'meaningness' which could be understood by the assignments of significances and attributes, but rather, a meaningness of enlightenment," he answered me.

I didn't know what he meant. I wasn't sure I really KNEW anything, for I had so much confusion of thought that didn't know where to begin for an orderly pattern of thinking.

It is utterly impossible for me to relate to you, exactly, word by word, what we conversed about. I can, however, give you the impressions I have of what was said in exchange, and this I will do as well as I am able to.

Michael told me that my first self-imposed test was one of time. It had to be seen that I could arrange specific things and make the time for them. I would have volumes of writing to do within a confined period, and my creation of time for them would indicate to me, as well as to my Council brothers and sisters, whether or not I have accomplished the lesson of time. He allowed me to know that I am never without a spiritual monitor at this point in my "training", for it is an awakening period where the invisible realms are within my comprehension, and monitorship is needed so that no opposer to the plan could interfere with my struggles or lead me into the path of creation which serves them. He told me the history of my monitor, and why he is qualified to be my monitor.

Then he asked of my monitor to manifest himself. And there in that room that day, he did - and I saw that it was the one who had appeared to me earlier. I could establish no familiarity with the identity, for the form and the features which I could see were not within my recall. This was known to Michael and my monitor, for they assured me that there would be no mystery remaining on that score by the end of this visitation. Michael told me to watch, and I did as I was told, only to see one of the most unbelievable things I have ever heard of.

My monitor began to change forms! He became male and then female at certain intervals, and some of the identities which he made manifest "rang bells" with me. I KNEW I had seen them before - some of them were in the present lifetime recall of dreams I had remembered. Some of them were not as familiar, but there was not a doubt that the previous incarnations of this person who is my monitor, were REAL.

As my monitor shifted from one physical valence to another, Michael told me what the identity had been, and what he influences had been, and how I had not known of the Influences at all.

There were so many bodies manifested by my monitor that I could not begin to correctly estimate the number. Many of them were shown with no comment by Michael; some required more comment than others. For as long as it took, I watched this "live television" performance by the highly endowed monitor.

There was no particular pattern that I could distinguish. He showed me his previous female bodies, male bodies, black, red, yellow, and white bodies, deformed bodies, perfect bodies - just about every combination of physical make-up one could begin to imagine. He showed me seven bodies, all male, which Michael told me he had operated by beams, all at one time. They were all pirate bodies of the late 1800's, and had buried the treasures (a large part of them, anyway) that Paul had shown me on my "world tour". I could just barely see how the threads of my past lives were entwined within the whole cloth of a greater plan.

My monitor had owned bodies that I had loved, hated, killed, been killed by, and . . . well, you name it! There was nothing we had not shared - no emotion, no experience, no quality or quantity we had not shared!

It was he (I will call him "he", for that is how he best fits in my imaginings) who had brought out the good and the evil in my past performances. It was he who had led me through the animalistic, human, mental activities that one MUST experience in order to KNOW the physical universe. It was he who had collaborated with me in moments of pain, duress, worry. He had been all things to me, in all ways, and I had gone on my way blissfully convinced that I was SELF DETERMINED.

Is this all new to you? I think not. Somewhere, somehow, every reader of this book will faintly experience a familiarity with the experiences I speak of here. It may seem too incredible - it may seem to be "all hallucinations" - but nevertheless, there will be a faint "I knew it all the time" feeling connected with my relating of these experiences.

My monitor was more ME than I was. He had all of the things about me that I had lost along the way. He was utterly familiar with my every move and my every thought, good or bad. I felt grateful and relieved, for now I knew that all of the things I had feared were disqualifying, were disqualifications according to my beliefs ONLY, and one must know the physical universe as a fox knows the trap, or one could not transcend it. It was good to know that someone knew all about me .. . everything about me. It was a relief the nature of which one cannot describe. It can be experienced, but not easily communicated. I don't know how long all of this revelation took. But I do know it was now pitch dark outside, and the room was still as bright as sunlight.

I'll now carry this further, just so you can see what a tremendous thing this "Judgement Day" is, for that is what it was - my Judgement Day.

Throughout this Piscean Age, my monitor had been all things to me. He had been my child, and I his; he had been my mother, and I his; he had been my father, and I his; he had been my wife, and I his; he had been my husband, and I his; he had been my lover, and I his; he had been my teacher, and I his; he had been my brother, sister, friend, enemy, and I his.

Nothing has ever been written in the books of man which could even begin to show the patterns of "compatibles".

Lastly, my monitor showed me the body of a man I had been married to in this life! Michael explained how this was managed and what it served, and I could see it clearly with no room for doubt.

Then the monitor changed back to the first form he had presented, and I drew a deep breath, thinking this was all. But it was NOT, for before I could utter a word, the form vanished, and I was alone with Michael once more! I looked at Michael, wondering why my monitor had not stayed to talk with me, so I could thank him for always being there (in whatever "there" he was in). And as I looked at Michael, HE CHANGED FORM AND BECAME THE FORM OF MY MONITOR!

Then I broke into tears. I cried so hard I must have shaken the whole world. I didn't know why I was crying, for there was no single "why". It was for everything all time - any reason you wish to attach to it would be correct. I cried like I had never cried before, tears of joy and grief all mixed up together.

"Rest now," Michael said. "I will return at three o'clock in the morning, and take you into new boundaries and across the lines of life."

CHAPTER
16
NO LIMITATIONS!

Michael came for me at three o'clock (our time), just as he had said, and I was ready. The body was awake this time, and knew all that I was doing. It was time for the various parts of me to know about the other parts of me, and that which I did spiritually, mentally, and physically could now be known by each "part" of me which was being brought into coordination and understanding.

Within seconds, Michael and I were aboard Japhalein and were met by Paul, who escorted us to a room which was in semidarkness. I was told by Paul that a review of the micro-particles of my previous personal activities was to be shown to me, so that there would be no thing hid from me about myself. In knowing myself, I could know my fellows.

An arrangement very much like our movies was set up and waiting. Michael told me that an electromagnetic field was being produced in order to extract all of my pictures from the field of my body on Earth, so that they could be shown to me as pictures, without any reservations. After the pictures have been seen, I would then have them returned to my field by the reverse vector of the electromagnetic field. (I don't know scientifically how to explain this, but if it were essential to write further about it, I Would know how. So I am content that I have reported enough of it for your examination to take place.)

Many of the past existences that I saw on the blue-white screen were within my recall already, but there were bits and pieces which I had not known about, or forgotten, which were brought up again in seeing the pictures. They were my pictures, so it was no wonder they were familiar to me!

I saw the first picture I ever made. It was one of a color, followed by other views of the color, and several colors, and various views of them. It was just like going through a family album - many memories are recalled in looking at pictures, and I was experiencing a "whole track" of them, without the occlusions of death, unconscious moments, or any other barrier. My history was all there from my "beginning".

Once more I ask you to realize that the things which occur on the galactic time-warps are not comprehensible by our measurement of time. What takes only a moment at that level can result in hundreds of hours of action at this level; maybe even more than hundreds of hours . . . maybe hundreds of years. It depends on WHO is doing it.

One of the past-life experiences that I thought would be of interest to others, had to do with a time when I was the dearly beloved daughter of a great warrior. In those days, he was acknowledged as being one of the "greats", and he is still acknowledged around the civilized world as such.

Though I had been a child born out of wedlock, my father had later married my mother and endowed her with all of his wealth. His affairs, being of political nature, required certain dictates from the church, and while my father was not a religionist, he adhered to certain policies and followed the patterns being set down by the church for world dominion. This period in our history was the late thirteenth century and early fourteenth century, and the location was Spain.

My father had been taught by his father, and certain testimonies had been handed down to him, so that some of the basic laws of life were within his knowledge. He had, in turn, taught them to me. I was the only child, so even though I was a girl, I had been taught these truths. It was usual to pass them along the family lines to the first-born son.

When I was sixteen years old, my father left to engage in battle by the command of the queen. Before leaving, he called me to him and told me that I was to take total command of our estate, for my mother was a failing woman and her judgement could no longer be trusted. I wept in saying good-bye to my father, but consented to do as he asked, and gave him my promise to withhold the teachings he had passed on to me, even unto death. (It was customary in that time for the seekers of power to use horrifying torture methods, and I knew that.)

(To keep this brief without sacrificing the lessons I learned, is not easy. I shall do my best again here, to give you the picture.)

One day, I was literally dragged from my home (which was a castle) by some hooded men and taken to a religious seminary. (I knew what it was, for my father had pointed it out to me as we had ridden through the foothills when I was fourteen years old.) There, I was taken into a dank dungeon and thrown into a barred cell. The cell had a dirt floor from which emanated the fumes of filth. There were vermin and lice and the excreta of the former occupant. I was left there for many days without seeing anyone or having any food, water, or light.

Then they came and took me out of the cell and into a room which seemed entirely made of rock. On one side of the room was a large open fireplace built up about two feet from the dirt floor; it looked like an open oven. There was a fire n it, and by the light of the fire I could see a large "table" affair, which was a large stone slab. Standing at one end of he "table" was a gigantic Negro, muscular and mighty-appearing, whose black skin reflected the glow of the fire. He must gave been nearly seven feet tall, and wore a loin cloth. In his hand was a foreign-looking instrument which resembled an arrow. It was sharp-pointed at one end and had a cubical, shaped attachment at the other end. It looked about eighteen inches long.

At the other end of the table stood a priest, in his robes, so that I could easily identify his status. He spoke to me, calling me by name (Carlotta), and told me that I could be released if I would tell him the family secret truths. I refused, and was lifted bodily onto the table where atrocities were committed on that body, of such a nature as to bring fury into my thoughts even now - punishment and torture of such sadistic imaginings that it would be hard to comprehend, let alone believe.

The Negro raped . . . the priest raped . . . the Negro administered a red-hot iron to the stomach area of the body ... then to the soles of the feet . . . burned off the hair just to the point of scorching the scalp . . . and other things of which I will not speak.

(I hope I have not shocked the reader. The things which took place in that torture chamber still occur in our world even today. The news is full of such activity. It does exist, and I could not make the situation REAL without giving out some of the lesser atrocities. So, forgive the baseness, please.)

I had been trained in exteriorization from the body by my beloved father, and I watched what was occurring from a distance. I did not feel the pain, but was aware of the pain being administered by these fiends. I was in deep sympathy with my body, but remained true to my promise not to reveal the truth even unto death.

I knew that they did not really dare to kill the body, for if they did, they would never learn what I knew. And somehow I knew my father was dead, so that I was the only living person with the truths he had taught and had been taught.

Finally, the body was hung up by its wrists to a large hewn log which was hung from the ceiling of the room by rings and chains. With some kind of plier-like tool, the Negro, under the direction of the priest, began to rip the skin from various portions of the body. As he was ripping skin from the soft part of the neck, I had the body bite him . . . hard! (I had a purpose.) He became infuriated and did not hear the priest's cries to stop, as he took a long curved-bladed knife and slit the body from throat to genitals, with the innards pouring forth.

I watched all of this! Some of the reality of the pain flowed back to me via a line of communication I had left attached to the body, and which I withdrew as the body breathed its last and expired.

The priest was furious with the black torturer. He screamed, "I told you NOT to kill her. Now how can we find her again?" as he beat on the massive chest of the Black with his fists. The Black did not fight back, but broke into tears like a wee child.

I continued watching. I heard them pro and con on what to do next. Finally, the priest decided that they should take every precaution, for we were a noble family and there would have to be an accounting of my disappearance to the queen, who favored my father and loved me, also. Misguided though she was, the queen was a kindly woman.

The body was dissected and its parts were thrown into barrel, where I saw the parts of another human body minus the head. Then I saw the head of my body thrown into the fire by the priest, and I looked closely and saw the other skull there, also. Then I knew: it was my FATHER!

To keep this account brief is not easy, but the end plan for disposal of the two bodies was to kill a cow and sew the parts of our bodies into the cow's stomach, and then to bury the cow. It was a white cow with slim curved horns. I watched the entire thing . . . and then my father came to me spiritually and took me away from there.

One of the bodies my monitor had shown me was the body of my father in that life.

To add to the story a bit: In this present lifetime, when a child, I used to dream of the Black and the priest, and I seemed to float above a stairway in the seminary and watch the nuns go up and down the stairs. I saw the carcass of the cow and the barrel full of bloody body parts, and I used to wake up crying with stomach pains . . . and it was only my father who could soothe me to sleep again! Now I knew why all of these things had happened.

The pictures continued, and each of them answered various mysteries that I had wondered about. I saw the final destruction of the planet Meldech due to nuclear development, at the time it was in the orbit our planet is in NOW. As planets evolve into this orbit, the development of nuclear fission is made, and the lesson of the destruction of Meldech remains within the orbital atmosphere of the planet for all scientists to know if they will but look.

The story of radioactive fall-out was given to me, and how it was designed to either rehabilitate the human form, or destroy it by a long, lingering, torturous death of creeping deterioration. The secret of which of the two results is to be experienced is within the minds of men. It is the minds of men that would bring about their death, and it is the understanding of the mechanisms of the mind, and how they are being monitored by our opponents by "suggestion", that would be the salvation of mankind . . . in part. That was to be my work immediately: to do all that I could to bring into the light the story of both vectors of the fall-out story (which I am doing, by special bulletins, along with the writing of this book).

By the time I had seen all of the pictures, I saw that there were no limitations upon me which I did not choose to have. Exteriorization from my form and my mind was the method by which I could cheat all would-be executioners. I saw that I could throw a "capping beam" over any body I wished to use or to influence, without actually interiorizing into it . . . and accomplish whatever I wished to, or needed to, in order to fulfill my vows to the Confederacy Council. There was NO liability for me. I was spiritually released (which is called the "first resurrection" by the Christian religions: the resurrection into immortality).

I was bound by nothing except my own considerations - no barrier existed for me unless I consented for one to exist. And by that much self-imposed liability, I could PRETEND to have threats to my beingness, if I were wanting to experience drama and sensation. There was, in truth, no liability for me, and I knew it . . . and KNOW it now.

Michael and Paul were both pleased with my re-cognition, and they gave me more to consider during the days to follow, on the level of my Earth life, which I classify as "pre-cognitions".

CHAPTER
17
HOW TO TURN WATER INTO WINE

By the early part of November, 1961, I had written sixteen chapters of this book, and then ... nothing came to put into words. I was a bit bewildered, for we had a deadline, and most of the work had been done which followed my writings, up to and including the sixteenth chapter. I couldn't seem to settle down to finishing this book. Several attempts were made, in sheer desperation, but none of them were satisfactory, and so found their way to the wastebasket. There was much I could write about, but nothing momentous enough for the final chapters of this book. And so I labored, and grieved a bit, and wondered: how many times has an author found it difficult to finish a book, or was this uniquely connected to this book?

Day after day, I promised that I would get back to "Japhalein", and every time, something developed to make it impossible . . . until the final week of November, when I understood why: the last chapter of this book had not happened yet!

There was some consolation in knowing that, for I began to be more at ease and gave less thought to my lagging - feeling certain that I would have the chapter just in time!

During the entire month of November, we as a group had many things to confront which were definite threats to our ability to carry on our work. We ran out of funds. We had not been able to sell our Fort Myers property, and the huge payments were hurting us financially. We were, once more, out of funds.

Then the group went into action. Under the guidance of information I received from Michael, the group gathered together all of the personal belongings that they could get along without, and a rummage sale was held. Just enough funds to pay our immediate bills for gas, lights, and food was achieved through the sale, and we breathed easier, still with the faith that we would not have to stop our work.

It is difficult to describe the many tests we went through. People came and went, some wishing us well, others skeptical of our purpose, and still others not understanding at all.

Then, on the 29th day of November . . . the rest of this book came about.

The days were growing shorter, and sundown came about five-thirty or so. I was alone, my companion having gone to the Center to hold his class meeting with the group. The air was cold outside, and the sky was clear as I looked out of my study window at the color of the sunset. Off toward the twin peaks which I could see with my body's eyes, I saw a cloud formation which looked most unusual. I had been typing for several hours for my personal mail had grown to staggering amounts in the last two months because of the bulletins I was led to write. I turned off the typewriter (an electric one) and moved closer to the window. The formation looked like a huge structure - like a large skyscraper might appear if set by itself out in the mountains with no other building like it in view. The huge tower seemed to glow . . . and I could see the definition of several tiers. "Funny," I thought to myself, "my eyes must be playing tricks on me." But I wasn't satisfied, so I put on my coat and went out on the side patio of the house, and I looked. The sky was rapidly growing darker, and the darker it got, the more definition there seemed to be to the display I was so interested in.

Then, just as it had occurred twice earlier - once in September and once in October - there was a small ship, very small, travelling in a circular path around the general area of the grounds on which we lived. The light which came from the ship was a brilliant purple or violet. The ship circled the area five times, and then vanished.

The second time I had been witness to this same phenomenon, it had circled twenty-four times. I had counted because the first time I saw that craft (or one resembling it), I had lost track of how many times it flew in a circle over the grounds upon which I stood. Both previous times were known about by all who lived on the same grounds, as well as our group who lived at the Center.

The first time it happened, it was after two o'clock in the morning, and there was no one awake but me. The second time, it was approximately five minutes after nine in the evening, and there were four other people on the grounds who were holding a meeting, and suddenly one of them was urged to go outside and look. As I recall the story told to me, one man and one woman of the two couples went outside, and when I checked with them on the time, it was found to be exactly four minutes after I had seen the "purple ship".

This, now, was the third such phenomenon.

With the disappearance of the ship, what looked like a huge spotlight was turned on almost directly over my head, and I could see nothing but the light. It was extremely brilliant, and had no particular color to it. I admit to being startled! I even jumped back under the roof of our open porch. I could see the reflection of the light on the ground and even to the tops of some of the trees!

Soon I mustered my courage and cautiously moved out from under the porch roof, just in time to see what looked like a ball of fire move out of the big light and streak across the sky. Then it exploded into literally hundreds of pieces, which fell into the lake.

Lake Rabun was not more than two hundred feet from where I stood, and I judged the fireball to be about two hundred feet in the air above me. The only sound I could hear, other than the television sets of the neighbors on the grounds, was a frying sound - a sharp sizzling noise like one might hear when frying bacon too fast.

The light remained, immobile as far as I could tell.

And then, after several minutes . . . someone suddenly stood beside me! It was a male type form, youthful in appear, ance, and handsome of feature and figure, by our standards at least. He smiled and said, "Be not afraid. I have come from Igor to take the one known as Blanche to my planet." He bowed slightly.

"How do I know you are from Igor?" I asked.

Then, from above me, I heard the sound of laughter, and . . . "Very good!" The words came from Igor, as his huge body descended to the ground level.

"This one is called Adriac," Igor stated, as he looked at me with a wide grin on his face. "You are wise to check on these visitations, for you are scheduled for one which you could be deceived by unless you do try the spirits, as advised earlier by Paul," Igor added.

I turned to Adriac and tried to excuse myself for being rude, and saw that he, too, seemed pleased.

Then I recognized Adriac. He was the young one who had guided me once on a tour of the moon some three Earth years earlier.

"Well, I hope you will forgive my awkwardness, but how did you know I would be outside, and how did all of this happen?" I gushed.

"It was known ... it was arranged ... that is all I can tell you now." Igor was the one who answered.

Adriac moved over to my right side, and said, "We will wait. Go into your house and get the chalice."

I drew in my breath sharply, for I DID have a silver bowl that I called "the silver chalice". Was that what he meant? Yes, I knew that it was without asking the question, so I went in and got it and came out again to where they had been standing, and they were gone!

"Adriac! Igor!" I called out to them, and not a sound was returned to me. The light had disappeared, too, and all was still and quiet, and by now the sky was very dark. I stood there, silver bowl in hand, and wondered what had happened.

Then I saw a man ... no, two men and a woman .. . walking along the driveway toward the home of the mistress of the grounds, and I suddenly knew that their appearance had not been predicted, and that Igor and Adriac DID NOT wish to be seen. This thought helped me to understand, for Adriac had said they would wait, and I was very disappointed that they had appeared NOT to keep their word. I should have known better . . . but after all, I am human, with human skepticism.

The three people passed on by me without seeing me, and I heard them talking about space craft. They had seen lots of them, according to what information I had, and I wondered why they had not seen the huge light. I wondered, too, why it was that two of the three were the same people who were four minutes late the other time. I would ask, when I got the chance.

Almost simultaneously with the sound of the door closing as the three people entered the house they were visiting ... Igor and Adriac appeared again. They each had a soft luminousness about their body, I noted.

"Fill the chalice two-thirds full of your water," Igor directed.

I walked to an outside faucet and filled the cup as directed, and turned around to face Igor and Adriac once more. They walked over to me, each placing a hand on one of my elbows, and Igor directed me to hold the bowl of the chalice in both hands. As I heeded his directive, the earth began to move away from me, and we were all ascending in some mysterious fashion that might be called "levitation".

We went directly into the center of the light. I felt it was the center, for the light was most intense there. Once inside the light aura, we travelled a "beam path" for what mimed a few seconds in my estimation. Adriac spoke to me.

"You know that I am a Familiar Being with those who dwell on the grounds, and that I have contacted them many times, don't you?"

"No, I did not know that. But I did wonder why you both disappeared as the three were coming up the drive a little while ago, while I was in the house getting the chalice." I responded by statement, intending interrogation, actually.

"They were on their way to a contact with one known as Serapis, and if they had seen us, they would not have been ready to receive the contact. It is important for their part in the work that they proceed without their attention being interrupted. Our present mission is quite different from the one they will be told about this night," Adriac answered.

We discussed the difference between Interplanetary Beings and Solar Beings, and how one state of being served another. And then my feet touched ground again, and I was looking at a vast expanse of moss-like growth, in a hazy atmosphere which seemed to be a pink-gray in color.

"This is the planet Mars," Adriac told me.

We moved swiftly about the planet, viewing various areas which Adriac explained to me. During that viewing period, he told me that our concept of sound would soon be changed markedly. Sound is an accomplishment of the Martian culture. With our new-found knowledge, the ability to transcend the limits of space would come into actuality.

We came to an area which looked like a large, wide, swift-running river, and I was instructed by Igor to pour the water from the chalice into the river. I did, and there rose a mist from the point of the water's entry into the water of the river. And immediately, a manifestation of Michael's angelic form took place!

"It's just like magic!" I said excitedly.

"No, it is not JUST like magic ... it is the exact opposite of magic," Michael replied, as he stepped out of the river.

"Now, dip your chalice into the water of the river and take it with you . . . about two-thirds full, please." Igor again directed me.

In no time at all, we were aboard Japhalein, in the Statistics Chamber, and Paul was waiting by Fina's side to greet us. He was warm in his greeting, and said that we would have a look at the time charts of the planets that were to participate in the Great Conjunction of February, 1962.

They showed me something that looked like a spider web in design, and it was explained to me by Paul that the web of the spider is an excellent example of our solar system. The threads that make the circles are like the planetary orbits, and the connecting threads are similar to the force lines connecting the planets. He showed me how the planetary force lines connect directly to the part of the planet Mars where I had first felt the ground under my feet. He showed me that there was already a conjoining of the galaxies, and the solar systems, and that the last to conjoin would be our solar system of planets. Our time lag would not allow the experience to be felt for sixty-five days yet, by our time.

Then Paul directed Fina to show me the results of an inter-tele-version interpretation that she had just completed. Three things of what she told me are permissible to relate here.

Firstly, a great famine is to come to our planet, but it is not a famine of earth food such as bodies EAT. It is a famine of food for the mental body. This will result in many collapses of mental bodies - insanity.

Secondly, any materials that are found in the karmic patterns, which are of the Piscean influence, will have to be cleansed before one can make the "pass-over". I inquired as to whether or not that means that karma must be resolved, and I was told that I was correct in that assumption.

Thirdly, the resin emitted by the burning of pine cones will aid as a soothing salve in the development of the pineal gland. (Pine . . . pineal . . . hmm!)

I asked of Paul a personal question, and he answered me so incredibly that I will have to wait to see what comes of it, for I am not sure I really know what he meant.

Then I ventured one more question, for I was told by Michael that I must return to my study, for he was to come with me and help me write the final pages of this book.

The question I asked was about my beloved dog, Silky, who had died on the morning of November 4th. She was nearly seventeen years old, and had oftentimes communicated things to me beyond the earthly levels of understanding. I will not go into that, for it, too, is an incredible story. I knew from the beginning that she was directly connected in some way with the Dog Star, Sirius, home of the White Brotherhood.

For about two weeks now, Silky had appeared to me at odd times of the day or night, white of form, and carrying a dead white rat in her mouth. I wanted to know why.

Surprisingly, it was Adriac who answered me, just as though it had all been rehearsed and I had given the cue.

"The symbology here is not new to you. Silky was a symbol of the Brotherhood to you, and the white rats are a way she has of telling you that there are some in the world you live in who claim to be of your order, but who are, in truth, RATS. On the galactic level, the animal which is the most compatible to us is the dog; the rats are betrayers. And just as people on your planet use the term, 'He is a rat,' so is it used on the galactic level. Silky is still very much with you, and she is doing a new part of her work. That body is used by one you know very very well, and sometime later it will be made known - all of this mystery will be resolved."

Once more I was back on the grounds that I lived on, and all of my companions were gone.

A parting directive, given to me by Igor, had to do with the water I was still carrying (from Mars). He told me to take it into the house and look at it in the light. I did as I was bade . . . and LO! The water was red - blood red! I was amazed, for it had not looked like that earlier. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the water was ruby red, for it was more like that to my eye than like blood. Like RUBY WINE!

But, that is not all. The water was STEAMING HOT!

I poured it from the chalice into a large iced-tea glass, and noted the steam coming from it.

And as I write ... it sits, still lukewarm, on my kitchen table, for all of this happened this very evening of November 29th.

CHAPTER
18
THERE IS NO LAST CHAPTER TO THIS BOOK!

This chapter is being written on November 30th, 1961.

Some things which need to be made clear are to be included in this chapter, which will finalize this work but will not end the book about Japhalein, for there are events to come that cannot be written about as yet. Much of that information will be made available in subsequent and future writings.

The galactic name for this planet is "Covenant", and its galactic number is "666". This is being repeated here in this chapter in order to call attention to the use of these identifications in Biblical prophecy.

As I write now, I am under the direction of Michael, the ARC-ANGEL, and will write as he gives me to write.

A demonstration of neutralizing forces was witnessed by many inhabitants of this planet on the nights of November 16th and 17th. The purpose of the unusual lights in the sky and the seeming explosions, as reported by many witnesses and recorded by all news channels in Georgia and Alabama, was to neutralize a zone which proceeds from the Virginia border southward along the eighty-two degrees west longitude line, to the vicinity of the Isle of Pines, Cuba. From a width of one hundred and ten miles east and west of that line in Virginia, the zone decreases to a width of approximately forty miles east and west of the line at our former home in Fort Myers, Florida. And at the Isle of Pines, there is no sphere of influence - it is an exact point. This is an area of the new planetary force lines, which are now in place and will function with the Planetary Conjunction on February 3rd, 4th, and 5th, 1962.

What this all means is that the greatest force of the systemic influences during the Planetary Conjunction will be introduced into our planet along the above-described zone, and from there, will communicate throughout the planet and its environment (atmosphere).

Those who are manifesting physical form at this end of age, will have the task of nourishing the form back into health and well-being. And from the Solar Council will go forth the methods to be used and the treatment of the body during its period of convalescence (for it is just that).

Many will expect some great dramatic event to occur with the Conjunction, and afterwards will say to themselves and others, "Nothing happened!" But that is not the case at all, for the event will begin with the actual Conjunction, and from then on the enlightened ones will make themselves known by their obvious truths. A gradual realization, a natural-appearing change, will occur for all of the inhabitants of the earth. Some will experience great fear of what will befall them; others will remain oblivious to all presumed information; still others will bend their heads and their knees in prayer, for they know this to be the "Great Day" looked for by man for over two thousand years.

Many changes in the physical body will occur. Some of these will be aided by the radioactive fall-out that man has introduced into the atmosphere, little realizing that this "dreaded enemy", fall-out, had been arranged for and led into being by the supreme authority of this system of planets. Man, in his blindness, has provided the wherewithal for the great transformation, and all will be changed in a twinkling of an eye. However, it will be some time before most people realize what changes have occurred. From the bone structure out to the outer area of the aura, man's entire organizational beingness will be changed - some into everlasting life, others into everlasting death, as previously predicted in Scripture.

Since recorded history began - about 3,000 B.C. - man has been changing. Changes of form, habit, mentality, interest, belief, appearance, allegiance, and every way that one can imagine, have occurred. All of this has been a preparatory program in the direction of the great celestial event which happens only once in every 144,000 years!

Twenty-five hundred years ago, five planets lined up to introduce the new world teacher, Suddhartha Gautama. It was an inter-solar-system conjunction. From that time on, the enlightened ones have done their work with man, and among men, with few knowing of their presence until after they had transcended this effort into realms beyond the boundaries of man's mind.

About two thousand years ago, a three-planet conjunction brought into this world another Master, who was destined to influence the Western World - a man known as the Galilean, or Jesus of Nazareth.

Both of these men were representatives of the Solar Council, and both gathered unto themselves the children of the kingdom, who were to carry on with their works. Neither of these men claimed fame or fortune in return for their great gifts to man. It was their pleasure to serve, for in serving mankind they were serving themselves also, by bringing into the consciousness of hypnotized man the knowledge that there is a "Great Day" and that it will be ushered into existence by the "Bride", "Daughter of Zion", "Mother of all the earth", "A woman clothed with the sun", or whatever descriptive phrase makes it real for the reader.

The woman Mary was said to have been visited by the angel Gabriel, and told that unto her would be born a son who would be the much-looked-for Saviour of that age and all the ages to follow. It was the woman Mary to whom this great event was entrusted, to bring into being the one known to the Christian world as the Son of God.

A "Living Master" made known to the parents of Suddhartha Gautama that their son would be born to bear the crown of the Gods of this solar system, and that he would be known as the Enlightened One. It was that Enlightened One who said, "Two thousand and five hundred years from now, one will come forth from the Western World and bring the eightfold path to enlightenment back to the hearts and minds of man."

And so, we are at the Cusp of the Ages - the summit of the change-over or "pass-over" from one systemic concert to another.

This beautiful planet will be the center of focus during the Planetary Conjunction - and beyond our solar system, other solar systems will conjoin - and beyond our galaxy, other galaxies will conjoin. This is the event which occurs only once in every 144,000 years. From this event will go forth into space from our solar system a new "mansion", empowered by the glorified union of the Conjunction.

As the sun readies herself to bring forth a new and yet unnamed planet, the first pains of birth will reverberate throughout the solar system, adding progressive stress to the entire system. The new planet will travel with us as one of our children, as we progress from the kindergarten of our system. into the lower grades of school. There we will learn (not just academically, but practically) that we are in the Aquarian Age, and the remnants of the Piscean Age will soon cease to be activated and will be found only in the matter and the memory of man .. . until that, too, is enlightened and relieved. And then it will seem that those times had never been.

To concentrate a bit upon the coming events on this planet, is to bring forth the fear merchants and disrobe them. Within two years, there will not be one church that does not begin to fall, for the fallacy of the "old ways" will be seen clearly.

The two "kings" spoken of by Daniel in his end-of-the-age visions (Daniel, Chapters 11 and 12) are actually the result of an erroneous translation. "K" is the symbol for royalty, in the ancient Aramaic language - and in translation, it became "king". The truthful translation of this, then, was kept for the end of the age, as the book was closed and sealed until that time. And now we have two world leaders whose names begin with "K", and in their hands and political connections can be seen the fate of mankind. "And except those days should be shortened ..." said the Council member, Jesus. "But for the elect's sake, those days shall be shortened." He did not say why or how, please note. He merely stated firmly that it would occur!

Many predictions and prophecies have foretold of the time when the sun would be darkened and the moon would not shine and man would be haunted by fear. There will be a total eclipse of the sun during the Planetary Conjunction, followed in about two weeks by an eclipse of the moon. The ARC OF THE COVENANT can then be seen to be invoked, when this planet and the sun and moon will be lined up with the other conjoining planets. There will be no great phenomenon seen in the skies at night, but there will be darkness during the day, and then shall be seen the "son of man coming forth in all his glory". All eyes will be on the heavens, and none shall be hid in the day of judgement. Many will cast their money into the streets, for the evil of their own hearts and minds cannot escape this great "pass-over".

The minds and hearts of mankind will be opened and the veil torn away, so that the Prophets (Masters, teachers, Council members) shall be seen and known. "Many will come from the north, east, south, and west, and sit down in the kingdom with Abraham, Isaac, and Moses, and be taught in their (own) way." No claimants of the crowns of the enlightened ones, claimants who are not truly of the Galactic Council, will endure. They shall be revealed, and the blood of all of the children shall be found in their robes.

Nothing shall prevail against this plan. It will BE . . . and all will be known.

The Princes in all the earth will have the lessons of patience to teach to those who survive. The lessons of patience incorporate within them the willingness for another to be, do, or have whatever he will, without interference. This is the only brotherly love there is - no effort to change anyone, no criticism of another's ways, no need to examine with suspicion and skepticism the presentations of another, no wish to control or possess another - but to allow freedom of life, love, and allegiance.

It can be seen that the great United States of America began with a Constitution and a Bill of Rights which guaranteed certain rights, but the lusts of the political minds have led us far afield. We shall return to the Bill of Rights and re-establish ourselves for all the world to see, and shall set the standards of the new age, for we are the promised land, the land of plenty, and it is time for us to see this.

The alcoholic, the narcotic addict, the criminal, the sexual pervert, the gossip, the whoremonger, the hypocrite, and the trafficker with familiar spirits and necromancy shall be lifted out of the scheme of things here on this planet and shall return to the "pit of unconsciousness", where they will burn forever and ever . . . drawn into the sun. Memory of them shall be no more upon this earth.

In addition to the physiological changes, there will be geological changes for this planet. The changes will emanate from the selected Planetary Council Headquarters Zone, and a counterforce will be noted on the opposite side of the planet.

The eruption of "The Head of Medusa", which we know as the great San Andreas earthquake fault, will result in many changes, unpredicted by anyone at this time.

Another change, which will be aided by the Yeti under the leadership of Igor, will be in southeast Asia. This will manifest first as a geological change in the region of the Indonesian states, and will evolve into a dread disease, blamed on "a new virus".

One who is a world leader in a new movement which promises no dogma and no study, will become ill and finally die of "impacted energies" in the brain. This is the result of mental telepathy. The source of these communications receives an energy in return for the mental messages he emanates, and he has no method of discharging it. So the accumulation of foreign energies becomes massive enough to be located - they are called "tumors", or even "cancer". What it amounts to is an addition of much "stopped energy" into the form. The form has a certain tolerance for what it can maintain, and beyond that an explosion occurs which results in hemorrhage and brings death. (Methods of outflowing those masses are now known by the Council.)

A space platform will come into being, placed there by Solar Council directive, during the two-year period following the Planetary Conjunction. This platform will have its scientific purpose, but it will also serve spiritually, beyond what man would consider practical.

Last rites administered by some "faiths" will become known as definite "suggestion" implanted into the departing spirit to report to certain "between-lives areas". Investigation of "between-lives areas" will be made and reported upon, thus rendering the "powers of the church" null and void.

An exchange of energies between the planets Mars and Venus will permit the "pass-over" to occur peaceably for our planet (Covenant). This is the true ARC OF THE COVENANT spoken of in Scripture: the ARC-ing of energies which will produce the cleansing and purifying forces that we will pass through in our field of "pass-over" into our new orbit.

Successively and without great instantaneous realization, every planet within our system will evolve to the next orbital path outward from the sun.

Our second moon will become REAL to our astronomers, simultaneously with the "pass-over" motions, and the announcement around the world will indicate that the move to the new orbit has occurred.

Radioactivity will have no harmful effect on any material or spiritual thing once we have located in our new orbit. Only the mental body will be involved with radioactivity as we know it today. We will find that radioactivity is in the field of cosmic energies, and the proper use of these energies will be discovered.

The lie of the "law of gravity" will become known, thereby changing the entire field of data dependent upon this "logical conclusion" (which could be said of any scientific "fact").

As the planets line up, there will be a main "beam path" along which the exchange of energies takes place. That which is not native to this planet will be removed by the magnetic field created by this "beam path".

All energy is classified, not alphabetically, but categorically; and it will be seen that energy is . . . whatever it does. An atom is ... whatever it does. A beingness is . . . whatever it does.

Seers and aura readers will be seen to be reading things in their own fields and projecting them upon the auras of their subjects. Those who can see auras will not read them, for this is a matter of interpretation which is no man's right except the "landlord" of that "house".

Each person carries with him, around his body, his own "scriptures". These are his, and no other can know them fully or bring them into the light. And, to add to that, no one can do that job alone, for he comes into contact with his own mind circuitry and it is an endless accumulation of data-data-data. There is NO DATA in truth.

A recent death of a world-renowned person (male) will be revealed as a murder, and that person will have already taken over the form of a four-year-old boy in the city of Santo Domingo. He will astound people by his learned public speeches, and crowds will gather up to hear him. The news will leak out slowly at first, then with increased momentum. Many offers will be made, and all will be refused. That entity is political, and chooses to remain political in his activities . . . and will say so! His guidance will make true the prophecy, "A little child shall lead them."

Beloved Winston Churchill will take up his new domain ... after departing his present body. His has been a watch-dog type duty, and he has served brilliantly.

A deep mystery will appear after the detonation of a nuclear explosion in a "salt mine" in the western part of the United States. The far-reaching effects of that blast will show the effects of released neutrons.

The neutron bomb cannot be detonated by man. The neutron is in the field of spirit energy, as opposed to the electron and the proton. But there is a method of exploding or detonating a neutron bomb. The detonator is what I call the "Theta Ray" (future writings will cover that subject).

Radioactive liquids will accumulate in the form of ice masses, and will gather up at the southern terminal (South Pole) of this planet, throwing the motion of the earth and its axis into a wobble.

Astronomers will spend the next several thousand years relocating the stars and replotting the heavens, and so it will be true that there will be "a new heaven and a new earth." The planetary change of orbit and the earth's shift on its own axis will occur gradually and simultaneously. The first thing to be noted will be that the moon will seem to be tipped more than ever before . . . and from there, the truth will unfold, in its scheduled time.

Wealthy landowners will be given the opportunity to share their properties with the new-age leaders, and many will endow and give their property for the use of the new-age schools. Those who do not will find certain devouring fungi appearing upon the surface of their bodies, and all of mankind will be able to see this manifestation, which acts like leprosy. It is a "consuming fire", for the person who has this condition activated will be miserable with a burning itching for which there is no relief except anaesthesia or sedation . . . which in turn spreads the fungi.

The Christian orator, Billy Graham, will suffer a partial stroke - not fatal, but enough to keep him immobile for a specific period of time. He will be kept out of communication. This will occur within two years after the Planetary Conjunction.

Two world leaders will have assassination attempts up them. One attempt will be successful. [This prophecy, which referred to President John F. Kennedy and Governor John Connally of Texas, predated the act by two years.]

The Western World will grieve over the number of dead from an "act of God" in the western part of the United States.

All of the foregoing are some things I can tell you about, and you can watch them come about. But have no fear, for all of these things must come to pass before the "pass-over" can be completed.

Japhalein will be seen by the eyes of all mankind, at an appointed time. And please know this: Japhalein NEVER enters this atmosphere or any atmosphere other than the field surrounding our entire galaxy. Certain combinations of energies will produce a magnifying effect during the Planetary Conjunction ... and then Japhalein will be seen. I do not know the exact date by our time calculation.

The new-age laws are being written right now. Those who are to teach those laws will be given them and will teach men in "their way" (each man in his own way). The Guiding Council will pass the laws on to those who have lived before as Prophets and Masters, and who are on Earth today, as promised. The first resurrection has taken place ... and is now complete.

I have enjoyed writing this book, and I end it for now to go on to write some of the methods by which man can learn of his own "way".

Thank you for your interest.

THE END.

Written by E. Blanche Pritchett, Ph.D. -

JAPHALEIN, MOTHER SHIP OF THIS GALAXY
EXCALIBUR
THE ORBIT
THE EXPLOSIONS IN GALAXY M-82
THE VEDAS: AN INVITATION TO KNOW THYSELF
THE ARCHITECTONICS
VIEW II OF THE ARCHITECTONICS

Translated by E. Blanche Pritchett, Ph.D. -

THE DHAMMAPADA