I was meditating, using the symbols my master (alien guide) had given me a couple of years earlier. I had created a safe space around me, and in the vision that was unfolding I recognized the place that, in the past few weeks, had become accessible through different doors. My intent was simply to be present in my space, observing what was happening within and around me.
Suddenly, within my vision, I saw a silhouette that seemed to be advancing towards me. I kept observing and it looked like a human skeleton. I stayed still. He looked very much the same as an image I had seen a couple of days before while attending a workshop. Different frames had passed in front of my eyes, among them an image related to Ancient Egypt, and I had seen a leader (wearing a blue crown that from a distance reminded me of a scarab), again as a skeleton. I had not interacted with him and had thought he might be an ancestor, since I saw him as a skeleton. I had also considered that it might be a representation of Orion, which was among the topics discussed that day.
I continued my meditation and realised that the skeleton was looking at me (whether that was his form, the form with which he presented himself or a translation of my mind – I couldn’t say). He came closer, stopped, turned sideways, and I could see the elongated shape of its skull. So far, so good, but in my mind, the words “not human” echoed. I expressed my gratitude and gradually left the meditative space, returning my awareness to the room I was in.
At that point, I noticed with my inner vision that the Being was getting closer and it became clear to me that he had come in, overlapping my space and the one of meditation. He kept showing me his skull. To me all the talk about different races, including my own, came to mind. I felt discomfort rising in me, it stemmed from the sense that this Being didn’t fit into the category so-called “good ones” but rather the one that says, “we have thick skin and don’t care about human theories about us.”
I had repeated a few formulas to clear the space and gradually I had noticed that the visual image had turned into a physical sensation, I perceived his presence 2 metres away from me, I couldn’t see him, but you could hear the rustle of movement near the wardrobe, 1 metre from me, 50 centimetres, 30 centimetres from me, even closer, now at my side, “oh my!” (Those weren’t the exact words). Then, no particular thought arose, just a “Now what?” aware, nonetheless, that he was reading every train of thought running through my mind.
I believe he was waiting for me to calm down, without interfering in the process. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt his presence as warmth at my side. Then I felt a sudden heat in the centre of my chest, which relaxed me until a smile emerged on my face. He whispered a word in my ear, and images appeared showing a connection with Mesopotamian regions (I can’t specify the particular race he belonged, the term “Anunnaki” is an umbrella term—it doesn’t indicate a single race). After the first images, I don’t remember exactly what happened. I recall the vibration that went through me. I only know that the more he spoke, the more I recognized him, and recognized myself.
Then I think there was a clear cut, because I don’t remember the intermediate steps, I only know that the next image I found myself immersed in was a projection of me in a dark space asking him to to wait and don’t leave, saying I still had so many questions for him. I saw him moving upwards, still as a skeleton, aboard a gleaming object. Before disappearing completely from view, he left me with a pearl of wisdom:
“Who is right? What is wrong? We are infinite expressions of infinite possibilities of a great Being in their wholeness.”
He said goodbye—I didn’t want him to leave.
It was May 31st, 2018.
We often confuse our judgments and emotional projections with the truth of what’s actually going on. This is true with human beings, and it’s equally true with Beings whether they are alien, or Spirits dwelling on Earth. The rules don’t change.
Just because they do not take on our unsolved wounds, and don’t indulge in what we would like to hear but rather give us space to take responsibility for what we are experiencing… doesn’t mean they are “the bad guys”.
Just because they won’t compromise, don’t step in to fix us, and don’t always appear in familiar or comforting forms, doesn’t mean they bring destruction.
Some of them look at us from immense perspectives, born of lifetimes longer and more ancients than ours, and observe events that we consider traumas from within a broader design. They challenge us, yes. But they leave us with the chance to choose and evolve.
We still have a long way to go, in order for us to stop projecting out our fears or dogmas that shrink reality instead of expanding it.
A reality created in the image and likeness of fear is nothing more than a prison but
when we let fear fall away, true encounter becomes possible.
Wishing you a meaningful reflection
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