Prologue

Most of what I can say about this experience is written itself, below- but I can add that experiences are in a serious state of acceleration again, just as they were leading into the first leg of my awakening leading into the Summer of 2009. I had advanced through the decades into my spiritual disciplines. Then the Kundalini sprung to life. The Inner directive, which I heard clearly was to “not let this happen without the physical body system.” This is what was said verbatim.

Immediately came the conscious shifts into and out of Earth space. The vast experiences of ET contact, and of being “on the table.” Mind-blowingly afterward came the work with the crystals, receiving transmissions from them t h r o u g h the crystals showing me first scenes from my ancient past, and then the beings own likenesses,—first stored for me to find directly in the crystal and then LIVE, in real time. Now, it would seem, I am ready for even more >>

The vocal channeling, or tuned trance telepathy as it is sometimes called. It is happening. It has been happening for some time but the preparations have been long. I can see that I am here now, though, on the cusp of it finally being brought into play. I am coming in on what is Internally happening at times. Such as tonight. I get quite the eyeful -even though I am not let to bring through with me the entirety of what happened I am happy with what I have.

May 14, 2024

Male lion being exuding electric blue light, channeling preparations and a test

Wow. ( just wow ).

This night has been all about the channeling and inner preparations for the channeling.

The energy is already present, even at the very cusp of the evening. I am getting the sleepy feeling, the cue to go in good and early, around roughly 9pm, but I do not follow it. I want to finish up with some things I had finally, just tonight gotten started on my end. As a result I am awake as the energy increases, my legs get amped and feet begin to heat. This is generally uncomfortable for me, although it is minimal now relative to before. I did have to move through a few measures prior to being able to fall off. While I am moving through these measures, that certain feeling is in the air. That feeling of surreal-ness, twilight-ness. This part is always magical. I will note that while here, it is tangibly present enough for me to challenge the energy in the name of unconditional love. It is met in the positive, in fact with glee -and to my delight- three consecutive times.

The first thing I see when I close my eyes is the arrival of a Lion being, a male- it is night and as though he has just parked outside the house. I am seeing him from his right in slight profile. He is standing just to the outside of his vehicle ( the idea of something hip/cool like a motorcycle ). Gazing at him, the suit of clothing he is wearing begins to stand out to me; he is very smartly dressed, and as though through cracks in glass, a radiant electric blue light emanates through his clothing. The energy of the fields is beginning to take me -I fall off. 

Some hours later, as the brainwaves move through beta I find myself laying here in the bed again. I am on my back and the vibrations still have me lightly pinned. “I knew I would be moved onto my back” I think to myself, as I see I have been involved in a contact and merging process. There is a man standing to the front of me who is overseeing the process and another being, energetically male, is merging through the whole of the back body ( ie: where our systems open to Spirit, the front body in contrast opening to the world ). I feel open through all seven ( 7 ) energy centers and a full system merge. In the same way that I go out of body through my whole system, and not through a particular energy center, the entangling, relative to the channeling will be same. I was able to successfully allow both the contact and merging. I am feeling really proud of myself in this moment. I’ve finally done it. Before I fall back off I get up to use the bathroom. As I head back toward the bed, the clock on the wall reads 3:30am. 

Two cycles later I wake again. I ( think I ) use the bathroom again. I have been with a woman in what looks like her living room. This sequence is so clear at this time that I take no further care to embed it than to say “woman”. As by seeing the clock, or some other means if I haven’t actually gotten up I know it is the 6am hour. I take a swan dive back into the fields.

Test : I am sent from the previous sequence to go take a test. 

I find myself walking down a long interior corridor. Increasingly all the entities ( people, beings ) here disappear until it is just me and the long corridor, which also gradually alters from the idea of an old Ivy league college with tall bright windows to my sides to just a plain interior corridor which shines in creamy beige hues as though made of marble or some like material. I begin to feel I am becoming lost when I see in the distance at a juncture in which the corridor comes to a bend and extremely tall man. The closer I come to him the more I realize he is giant. He must stand more than 20 feet tall. He is bald, fair skinned and wearing shades of medium brown clothing.

I feel a softness in my heart and delight at seeing this. I know I must be smiling ear to ear when I approach and ask him “am I going the right way to take the test?” Our energies intertwine and I can tell there is something wrong. Is it with my smile? I tell him I will take it off, I did not realize it would offend. He says there is nothing wrong with smiling, as my face looms up into the height into which his is, “but if there is even a glint of anything else in the eye” he says, letting the sentence linger right there. I tell him there isn’t, there really isn’t, no fear, no shock at him, just delight. It is as though we become as good friends as he both energetically and physically walks me up the bend toward the testing area. It feels nice having one so strong looking out for me.

It would have been nice to have gotten his name, there wasn’t time, it didn’t occur to me. He begins to see there is a line for the tests that may just exceed the number of tests left to be given. So on my behalf he moves through a short cut, through an area to our left, rather than continue forward as we were to enter the line -where I am aware of a few young adult female persons standing. In fact it feels this testing area is only for girls. This area itself, as we move toward the front of it, I notice emanates a light that is of a very faint plum and pink hue. Sunlight floods through the space through more extremely tall windows and thin white sheers softly billow with the entering winds. We reach the front of this area where there is a tall work station, a simple, tall counter-like table which the girls in line are funneling toward from their direction. Standing here at the station is a middle-aged woman of approximately 60 some odd years who is the headmistress here. She has a delightful personality I find, as she turns to face us ( the giant recedes ) and she begins to relay to me the ease of the test, explaining as though a child could understand that it is multiple choice and I simply circle what most closely matches. She really has not turned to face me in this relay, as much as her attention is omnidirectional and it has just seemed this way to me.

Once given this information by the cheerful headmistress, I am quickly approached by an older gentleman of a more stern nature, short in stature with a bald head, who hands me a piece of paper. My attention goes toward the paper but returns to him before getting a good look as he cautioningly says “do not lie on any of this or we will know.” Having said this, he turns and walks away. I look back at the paper. It is written in a hand that I do not recognize. There is print on the front and back, and, oddly, the top half of what is written is thick and bold as though written with a sharpie, while the bottom half is written in regular pen. If the page is turned over as one would turn the page of a book, it the opposite on the other side. Not consciously recognizing the symbols that are written I simply bore my attention into the page for a brief moment, just enough to see that it is a test, and a kind of labyrinth if you will, there is a certain formation of geometries I will have to fractal through to take and pass this test. This does not seem like what the headmistress had described, I somewhat immediately realize. I stop myself short from fully entering and return to the room. The headmistress is just beginning to walk away as I reach out for her. She can see the confusion on my face as I ask, in order to confirm, “is this is the right test?”

I hand her the piece of paper, to which, as she looks upon it is aghast. 
She then folds the piece of paper into the shape of a small triangle and places in with the other items she is holding in her arms. 

I reach out for it, taking the triangular shape of folded paper between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand. She is not letting go. Either am I, although I am not yet very strongly insisting on its return. She is a superior, and my advocate, I am just wanting to know why she has confiscated the test. She has done so without saying why. I tell her I know I can pass this test, I had taken a peek into it. She says it is not a matter of being able to pass, as she leans in just a tad toward my ear and with disdain for it says “it is insulting.” She now insists more strongly on keeping this from me and the bit of the triangle I had held to falls out of my grasp as she says “stay with that, pointing to a large 20×30 color portrait of a female Feline being in a folder I am carrying. “But that is not a test” I try to tell her, “this is my own item.” Her attention ( and presence ) is already receding from me. I can’t catch up. “Insulting?” I can’t help but think to myself, “in what way is it insulting?” What was in there? And why did the headmaster want me to take that test? I can’t figure any of this out. In my questions and energy of confusion the experience disintegrates until I find I am back in my room, — where I lay trying for a solid 30 minutes to see into more of what this has all been about -with no luck. I notice I can no longer even see into the two large two segments that came perceptually prior to being sent to take the test. Although I can see I was with the woman. And prior to this the man- the man overseeing the merging process.

When I get the periodic stings of any more than this coming through, a placeholder is put in front of it—an image of a Feline being, the same one as in the portrait I had been carrying. It would seem I have a gatekeeper. I ask why this information is being held from me. An energy is put through that tells me what I am consciously aware of ( ie: what I know ) I am responsible for embodying; there are strikes against me otherwise. I understand. I am not yet ready to take that bold a step.

It is not necessarily that I am not ready in the sense that I could not embody it, but that if I did my position in 3D might be severed. I am not sure which. Or it it is even an either/or.

These ideas are all present at once.

Note: Just because it often seems an intriguing coincidence, helicopters have been circumnavigating the space directly above and around the house ALL night, through the entirety of this experience and are still present I write this.