Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Californian Martinelli Apples

The Californian Martnelli apples

More than a hundred apples fell on an English town in 2011 December the 15th. No explanation was offered. Most people had thought it’s a hoax, and a few good old lads made a bloody joke on England by dumping a few crates of apples on the street.

But the story is much older and it starts at Nicola Tesla’s experiments with transmitting wireless energy to all parts on the earth. He had died as an impoverished man at the age of 87, but his electrical inventions power the world today.

In 1907 he had a secret laboratory which was not destroyed at the time and Westinghouse secretly kept the money flow to him so he could arrange a new electrical transportation system on the Midwest. Naturally Tesla had taken everything a step further and had decided that he will build tubes which were going to transmit energy from on such high speed that no one had imagined could be possible. This laboratory was abandoned by him after the unsuccessful experiment, but was taken over by the US government in 1944, and was handed to Albert Einstein for his relativity experiment. Here he had worked simultaneously on relativity, atomic particles and to reach the speed of light. He had failed on two of his experiments so the lab was abandoned yet again.

In 1967 an Israeli company had bought the premises and had decided to finish all the experiments, so they were succeeded with reaching the speed of light by 1991. Naturally the Israeli military had been applying the technology ever since to disarm Hamas rockets.

In 1998 a Swish entrepreneur and ex French Legionnaire took over the lab which was now under the supervision of the Air Force projects. He had almost succeeded to transmit particles through space with the speed of light, but by the failing experiment he had realized he would need a much longer tube to work with.

By 2007 the Large Hardon Collider was completed and the same year the first secret tests were conducted. Particles were safely transmitted with the speed of light and now in Livermore California a huge underground secret facility which was powered by wind mills had been successfully developing the technology of transporting particles and small object from one space point to the next without an energetic impulse in between the two points. Unfortunately by 2010 most of their deliveries still did not arrive so one of the unknown deliveries a crate of Martinelli apples had disappeared in space….

Or did not. Approximately a year later the Martinelli apples had arrived in England falling on a British town.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Tibetan Organ


My name is Attila and I’ve come here today to explain mass deaths of migrating birds, fish mammals and even certain race of human beings.

Back in the Atlantian days before the destruction there was a tool which had been used for moving rocks or mountains, shift continents or heal humans from their illnesses. This tool had been located on the highest mountain on earth so it can be applied any time humans did want6 to use it, in Tibet. Its sound waves have penetrated every corner of the earth, by connecting to a very similar technology what we have today as we call satellite system. Instead of satellites the Tibetan Organ’s sound waves had been connecting to spiritual technology within the Ionosphere. Unfortunately some tragedies had happened, because the exact “blue prints and operating manuals” for the organ had been lost by the operators. By the 7th generation only a few sound frequencies were known and their effects, and they were mostly been used for healing, population control, and construction. At the times of the Fall of Atlantis the operators had tried to balance out spiritual implosion with the Tibetan Organ Technology, but they had used it without the manual and the exact knowing of how it should be operated. Instead of helping they had cause the mass extinctions and a climate change. They had accidentally tuned the organ to certain DNA frequencies which had targeted different species of animals and even humans. None of these human races could recover. Thos humans were a bit different from those of today. The race that exists on earth today is from a bit more primitive one. But you know that already. Yes dinosaurs had been extinct because of the Tibetan Organ. Humans and dinosaurs were roaming and lived side by side for millions of years.

The Tibetan Organ had also cause mass shifting of continents which had also cause the cities of the sailors all around the world to be flooded.

So what is the Tibetan organ today?

Unfortunately it’s not in the hands of the US government. It’s been developed by its enemy and it’s using it to experiment on the soil of the US by killing wildlife. The sonar frequencies are high tuned and connected to the Ionosphere and being used to experimentally cause mass extinctions of crucial wild life in US soil. The enemies do not know how to fine tune Organ to specifically attack Human beings by their origins and they still have no control over the specific area of where it would struck. The Organ of today can be fine tuned to the vibration of a specific continent, but the memory of the Ionosphere would not stop at killing animals or human beings on the targeted continent. Its memory will keep striking as long as there’s one DNA frequency is still vibrating. The only way to escape this annihilation is to move into outer space. The ancients had designed humans living today so their DNA frequency even after mutation cannot be separated, only updated, or downgraded, but nom Organ could attack just one sin color or one nation it would attack all nations.

The only way to fight the Organ is by collecting those Humans that has the downloading capabilities on a conscious level and are in direct communications with all spiritual realms have the adequate protection from bad radiation and can translate information from any interdimensional realm of infinite possibilities. There are less than a thousand of these beings living today in 2011 and they are the most highly protected species. These volunteers are in work and actually its one specific volunteer that is experimenting with the Tibetan Organ. He is relatively young in Volunteer terms. He had moved to the planet only a couple hundred years ago and his soul has never experienced the effects of spiritual warfare before. I advise to connect him to the memory works that is hidden and bombard him with the possible outcomes of his actions.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Some Summary

My name is Attila and I want to write about a new discovery while engaging in the matters of emotional discoveries and spiritual weapons technology.

But first I want to talk about radioactivity which can leak through the spiritual realms into our physical realms. Nothing extraordinary happens while you work on projects to protect the country which is giving you shelter during your exile from the memory works. As I’ve mentioned to you in 1968 I’ve committed a very bad mistake. In 1967 during my death in Israel by overwhelming interdimensional implosions on all levels I’ve decided to reborn in the United States to help the country of it defense mechanism through spiritual technology. As we all know the sop called hippy age had brought in a new trend in thinking and spirituality. This trend was pushed through from the shut down spiritual dimensions from forces of unfriendly nature. It did start with the promise of honey but it had ended up with the truth of deeper darkness than before. Spiritual freedom bigotry had created a channel for negative forces to use ancient long lost weaponry. I knew this by excessively intricate machinery which is always set within the mind of a specific gene pool. Before a new birth my freedom between realms had given me a chance, since I’m millions of years old as far as I Remember, right after the war.

No problem had been reported while I was working in Israel but between my death and birth in the USA, something had changed. An old trend of volunteers went bazooka on power and had not noticed that darkness pulled them way out of balance. I chose a mother whose gene pool was completely set for a child whose abilities would way overshadow any volunteer’s abilities. I knew that my work will have to be more powerful than anyone out there. Planet earth had never been in more danger on a multi level systematic crush than at that time. The new born child would’ve not had been any different in its development from any other child, normal time for speech, vision, hearing, and any other sense recognition. There was one special ability which had resided within the child’s genetic structure, which is connecting to all levels simultaneously and remaining in control.

What I did not consider was that I was without protection. As soon as I’ve been conceived by the two parents, who were unfortunately in their early twenties, everything had fallen apart. The mother had used LSD the night before and it had made her receptive to outer spiritual radiation in such a hard way that the child’s gene pool suddenly had got such a dose of unfriendly dark spiritual matter that the body immediately had connected to all dimensions at once but on a fear based recognition system. The damage was done. I was lost right away. Millions of years of knowledge had been flushed out by one dose of LSD. How do I remember now? Oh well that’s another story.

Why do you think people want the knowledge of all dimensions and all knowledge residing in the spectrum of blue? Because people are lazy to acknowledge the existence of a Creator force. I will talk about this in more detail

After a complete loss of all memory I was born in 1822 again. Why is it surprising? How is it possible to be born within the same dimension but in an earlier time frame? It is simple. Between death and birth there’s no such thing as time, only to those that want time. It seems that my work here on earth had been appreciated by a force unknown to me at that time. It seems that 1968 was too close to the solution and final resolution of spiritual defense team recovery and consciousness re elevation of humankind. The crucial time interval between 1968 and 2077 did not allow me the oldest volunteer to spend my time in search of who am I. Fortunately in 1822 I did born into a family in Hungary that had been extremely talented and learned in Kabbalah, torah and ancient knowledge of all sorts. My mother was kind and despite of living in the Ghetto in Budapest she had been enlightened and dedicated to the Creator. She did have the genetic structure that I needed but since my memory was wiped out I had no idea why I was so sensitive to all sorts of spiritual practices. The common sub conscious knowledge of millions of years had helped me to learn anything in seconds that they had put front of my face. Any languages to learn had a short path into my brain.

In short I’ve become a Torah Scholar. As I’ve been working on the opening of ancient high level prophecies I’ve disassociated myself from my loving mother and started to travel around. In Germania I’ve met with more kabbalists whom had showed me ancient understandings, in French I’ve been directed towards the Vatican. I’ve disguised myself as a priest and dug myself into many of the Christian literatures. In there I’ve found scrolls of small cults from the time of Joshua. A small cult of vegetarian Jewish group has had a scroll about Joshua which I could successfully memorize and translate. I was still young when I’ve changed my diet. It had felt natural without any problems. I’ve wondered around gathering language skills all around the world. My brain had sucked up all of them like a sponge. Of course I had no idea that I’ve only remembered them. My antenna to receive outer messages actually had worked much better than if I’d have been still remembering everything. In the same timeline there was not another me present for the first 50 years of my life. I’ve never met myself although everything was familiar. In 1907 I’ve immigrated to America. Although I’ve spent many years in my body, but my diet which I’ve perfected even further had made me look not older than a 50 year old man. I’ve found a technique In America to reverse aging and become a 30 something years old anytime I wanted to.

I’ve lived in New York for quite a long while and helped many Jewish immigrants to elevate their conscious level into higher dimensions. I’ve also travelled to Israel in 1917 to help establish a new state. In 1922 I’ve went back to Transylvania which at the time was part of Hungary. I’ve visited the land of the Szekelys. This small nation was a nation within the Hungarian nation. I’ve discovered that their writing was almost one and the same with the Sumerian writings. Their culture had not been much different from the rest of the Hungarians but their sculpting skills and writing was clearly from the land of Sumeria.

I’ve spent 13 years in Szekelyland and when the political turmoil and anti Semitism forced me to leave I’ve had books and books worth of material which had linked Sumeria directly to the Carpathian basin

I went back to America but this time to South America. I’ve decided to study the languages of the rainforests. Some links I’ve found with Sumeria but only one or two tribes were still speaking the remnants of the language from before the tower of Babel.

In 1941 when the whole world was in fire again I’ve been establishing schools in South America to help those with the desire to learn.

After the war I had no chance to return to Szekelyland because of the dictatorship and communism. I had no desire to return to civilization whatsoever. I was more than a 120 years old and I had to change my name quite often which was a strain on my identity anytime I’ve had done it. It has become more difficult with time to change names since numbers were added to names and those had required birth certificates. A 30 years old man needs to change name in every 20 years. Plus I could not practice the same profession too long because of old colleagues whom were remembering my face and work and my personality.

I’ve also realized how dangerous is to publish any books since people tend to make a religion out of it even if you’d discovered through your studies that you were wrong in your findings a 100 years ago. But how do you revoke it? You are supposed to be dead and gone. All I could do is to write books that would attack the findings using the same logic and style that I’ve used to write the first book that needed to be discredited. Now this has created two religious groups…..Once you start you better forget about what the results are. If there’s two men who truly understands what you’ve meant to put down that’s more than enough they can continuo your work.

The only place I could find true freedom was in a small South American country. I did not want to move to Israel because they did not need me there anymore. The world was boiling fear had routed itself in shallow waters with the cold war. It was nothing compared to the middle ages and the massacres of Europe.

In 1968 I’ve felt a jolt at the moment of my death. As if I’ve been electrocuted. My consciousness had been thorn out of my body. It had split into two parts and a boy was born in 1976 that had now only remembered a past life from 1822 to 1968.

I was still alive in the body of 1968 and now I’ve regained all my knowledge of the millions of years. I know what had happened with me but the time switches had put me in a state where I was in and out of conscious living. I could not take care of my body anymore and I’ve been wondering on roads without knowing why and where I am heading at. I’ve met many children like me but without the experience. Theirs was a searching soul mine was a lost one in time and multi dimensional existence. It was chaos. I’ve lived a multi dimensional life. When the boy was born in 1976 I’ve finally started to put the puzzle together. I’ve lived through his body and mine since his birth. I should say it’s a double I.

In my birth of 1976 I’ve brought all the knowledge with me from the one past life. I’ve made sure I was born to a Jewish mother whom had no faith. I’ve made sure to be safe and grow up in safety and I’ve made sure that in my whole life I’ve had the most powerful healers, teachers, mentors, military programs to protect me. I did not know about the double existence of self, but I’ve also had protection from the self that still was alive.

The 150 year old me had quit his wondering and had settled in Israel for s short period of time. Here I could start my first experiments in spiritual weapons technology. The soil between two belief systems and a conflict had given me a perfect laboratory. To create a shield between Israel and the rest of the Arab states was the easiest. I’ve strengthened the ancient covenant between Israel and their creator in all Dimensions. It was difficult at first because I’ve had to deepen my relationship with infinity and the understanding of his love and care for his chosen nation. I’ve had to understand why this nation was chosen and what for. The realms I’ve travelled had showed me many secrets that the kabbalah and Talmud could only scratch. The weapons technology had protected Israel for decades and in 2000 I’ve decided to watch out for my other self whom had made his journey to America.

This was the last time I could switch and Identity. I was close to 180 years old and I’ve still looked like a 33 year old man. Surely I’d have not chosen to live in one body if I’d have remembered who I was. But after maintaining one body for so long and realizing that I don’t have to wait 15-18 years to become a man after a new birth I’ve decided that its more convenient. The multi dimensional conscious existence and the 10 wondering years had put me in a very interesting place. I’ve learned a technique to disassemble my body and transfer it to anywhere I wished for. This has taken me 3 weeks first but by 2007 I’ve achieved to be able to do it in one day.

I’ve been watching over the other I whom had been born in 1976. He had shown slow progress and I had to guide him through the same process which I’ve been through since 1822. He was not an exceptional man. Rather a loose character and I’ve felt him sinking day by day, although he had known what he was deep subconsciously.

Yes I did. It is crazy to write from two different standpoint with the same soul but what are you gonna do when a split is in progress. I’ve been trying to reconnect to the knowledge of millions of years but could not. I’ve been blocked by negative spiritual forces. It had put a great strain on my body and I’ve almost passed away numerous times in the battle. The knowing that I’ve lost something had kept the body going. I could accomplish almost anything but the forces of unfriendly nature and the chaos that the volunteers had achieved kept in a diverse state of thinking and as I’ve been talented in everything I’ve touched it did never satisfy my soul, because I knew that something was utterly wrong with my memory. It was the universal memory which had been shortened out. No one had really looked for me and I didn’t know whom to look for. By accident I’ve found the some teachers and that could’ve helped me but they were all almost in the same darkness. The ones that I’ve thought are surely could help me turned out to be just as much cursed as I was. For a long time I’ve been receiving messages from outer dimensions other than Earth reality but those had even deepened my connection into the chaotic elements of the Volunteers’ craze. I didn’t find solace in any religion. They were all part of the order of dark warfare.

I have had to liberate myself some way and I’ve decided to give up my body in a peaceful way. This has resulted in a discovery which had opened up my………………………

To be continued

Monday, March 1, 2010

My name is Attila and I am not a fallen one although it may seem like. I’m a traveler and seeker. Lars the most advanced and evolved being from all of human volunteers was a fallen one. He had been able to switch his status quicker within a linear time frame of limited comprehension of Humankind.

I’m tired of telling you stories today. I have seen the future, lived in the future, lived in the past of millions of years, and I don’t remember a thing. This pisses me off when I am at this moment. I am not alone. There are many of us here but we do not keep in contact. I have played with humankind’s mind in the early years and now the Infinite multidimensional existence is playing with my mind. You have reached a point in your evolution, you who0 is reading these lines that you may understand the infinite chaos and order that has no judgments on its own truth. I have no intention to educate you today. I have highly vibrating energies of neutral nature and never ending knowing. So you are and earth human and you think you know something? So you are a billionaire and you think you have everything? I have to just laugh and laugh and laugh. Do you think because you are a volunteer you know the nature of the never ending process? I don’t even know. I have been here on Earth the longest of all and my awareness is further developed then any of yours, but look at me where I stand right now. I stand in the middle of a shift that has nothing to do with Infinity, with you, with the stars, or for that fact with me.

My mistake in 1968 had thrown me into the state of infinite connections to all Human beings, spirit or flesh, multi dimensional or three dimensional. This connection now in 2010 had given me access to all of your hearts all of your brain, thoughts and minds. Do you think it’s up building to live through your greedy existence and not to judge you for it? Do you think it6’s easy to flow through your nativity about imbalanced only light beingness? But it’s easy to connect to those that are in understanding of the perfect balance of no polarity.

Some days then when those connect I have peace for a while then on Mondays we reconnect to your greed. Why do we do this? Why do I allow it? I’ve learned to allow you to create your hells and miniature heavens. I’ve learned not to control your life anymore. It was hard. Learning is on different levels for everyone. You as a light worker or Wiccan can only understand your side of the polarity, or understand that there is a polarity, or understand that you don’t understand. I have become you. W e are one. But Will you be willing to throw your knowledge away so you can connect to the infinite connectivity? I am not I anymore and you are still you. Why? Why do you hold on to that so hard and dearly? Why do you still hold on to your written script which is called destiny?

You know why now you also know how. It’s in the now.

I love you but you can’t comprehend my love. I can’t comprehend how it vibrates in you. You is my new name but who is the one that vibrates?

Have you been the bird that flew your own freedom?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Tudás ( Magyar, Hungarian)

Attila vagyok és ma az Univerzum Ősi nyelvén fogok beszélni egy messzeségből felemelkedett régi tanítóm kérésére.

A tudás megtalálása nem kötődik évek hosszas tanulmányaihoz. Maga a szó: találni magába foglalja, hogy a tudás mindíg is létezett és ennek a gondolatnak az értelmében mi csak felfedezzük azt. Ma arról fogok mesélni , hogy miként lehetséges tudást találni , mint egy kincset amely a feledés teljes homályába sűllyedve várja a te energiától duzzadó kereső asztrál pillantásod, hogy megmutathassa magát neked.

A 2o. Század fordulóján Nemesi ranggal érkeztem egy jól rendezett Arisztokrata Magyar család köreibe. Genetikai felépítésem szerint tudós felfedező testet kaptam. Erős állkapocs, szűk kökény szinű magyar szemek, középbarna haj, és magyaros szittya test lett az ajándékom. Sokszor megmosolyogtam azt az energiát amivel a kisasszonyok csak vehemens nevetéssel tudtak megbarátkozni. A kornak megfelelő test tartással mozogtam a világban és szüleim ösztönzésére felsőbb iskolák padjaiban unatkoztam végig ifjuságom.

Apám pipázó vadászgató, kártyától undorodó nőcsábász volt. Gyerekkorom során talán három alkalommal beszélt hozzám többet mint öt tíz perc, -ami különössebben nem zavart- hiszen jobban kedvelte a borospincéinket és a begyes cselédlányokat mint a gyereknevelést. Egy napon hajlandó volt közlékennyé válni egy jó villányi fehérboros üveg közelebbi vizsgálgatása után. A lóistállóban futottunk össze és ugyanazzal a lóval szándékoztunk kilovagoilni. Ő Isten tudja melyik faluba, -biztos nem gyónni- én pedig ásni. Egy Atlantiszi település romjaira akadtam teljes véletlenséggel, és ezt akartam felderíteni.

Apám vidám hangon tudatosította, hogy hasonló az izlésünk lovak terén, és hogy miért nem lovagolunk ki együtt. Ennek eredményeképpen egy hosszú, vadásztörténetekben gazdag anekdota sorozat boldog hallgatójává válltam. Sem az ő, sem az én terveimből nem lett semmi aznap. 19 éves voltam, apám pedig 59. Érdekes kapcsolódás alakult ki közöttünk mire a nap végre lehajtotta agg fejét a Somogyi hegyek mögé. Ahogy a félhomály apám farkas vakságát előhozta, szavai egyre bizonytalanabakká váltak , és kérdéseket kezdett felém zúdítani. Az Iskola mellé járt leginkább egészen addíg amíg tiszti rangban be nem állt a császári hadakhoz. Számára a tudás felesleges tudatmódosító szert jelentett és nem vette sokba azokat akik egész életüket a tudás megszerzésére tették fel. Aznap este azonban mégis érdeklődést tanusított, talán azért mert a sötét eltakarta az érdeklődéstől izzó szemeit. Kérdések tömkelegét zúdította felém először csak a csillagászat, a bolygók kószálása egymás körül , majd az asztrológia felé irányítva gondolatait. Soha nem ismertem bölcs embernek, és valójában nem is igyekeztem előző életeiben kotorászni. Kérdései egyre intrikussabb hajlatot formáltak amint a metafizikai gondolatok világába akart betörni. Ahogy a csillagok egyre fényessebben ragyogtak ezen a téli koraestén, apám egy érdekes metamorfózison ment keresztül. Aki ezt az írást olvassa tudja mit jelent ez. Nem kell több csak egy beszélgetés egy bizonyos emberrel ahoz, hogy egy egészen új univerzum lakójává vállj és mindörökre megváltozzanak a gondolataid, a világnézeted, és az ahogyan megérted a végtelenség hatalmas lehetőségeit.

Ahogy kérdésivel egyre mélyebb gondolatokba merítette el magát elhatároztam, hogy felkutatom az előző inkarnációit. Hatalmas meglepetés ért hirtelen. Egy olyan erős technológiába ütköztem amit azelőtt soha nem tapasztaltam. Kapuk végtelensége és életek ezreinek computer fájl kódjai fogadtak. Semmit nem tudtam kinyitni, olyan erős lakat alá voltak ezek az életek bezárva, hogy azt mindegy hány tízezer éves voltam sem tudtam kinyitni. Ekkor értettem meg az Atlantiszi romok eredetét a családunk birtokán. Apám lelke szorosan hozzá volt kötve ehez a földhöz és egy olyan komoly technológiával zárta le Atlaniszi őslénye a reinkarnációkban való kutakodást amelyet ma már és ma még nem ismerünk. Ezt a kódot csak 2o77-be tudtam feltörni, ám addigra Apám ezt saját erőből tette meg.

Nem tudtam minden kérdésére válaszolni, mert nem válaszolhattam hiszen az akkori földi tudás ezt nem engedélyezhette. Sem bizonyíték, sem teszteredmények , sem tudományos alátámasztás nem létezett a kérdéseire adandó válaszokra. Válaszolhattam volna egyszerű nyelven de csak olyan ezoterikus válaszokkal tudtam szolgálni amik elégedetlenné tették és mostanra már egyáltalán nem lepődtem meg azon, hogy elkezdett az Univerzum végtelenségéből olyan válaszokat letölteni amiknek logikai alapja és jövőbeli technológiai bizonyitékai is voltak. Nem szakítottam félbe. Csak az istállók fénye zökkentette vissza régi önmagába. Hirtelen hallgatott el, mintha bűnt követett volna el már csak a szavak kinyilatkoztatásával is. Energiai mezőinek bizonytalanságát nem voltam hajlandó visszaállítani, hiszen tudtam, hogy kinyíltak olyan kapuk amik ezt az embert egy újabb stádium magassabb fokához fogják elvezetni.

Álltalában nem evett együtt a család, de aznap este apám elrendelte, hogy mindkét hugom és anyám is ássák ki magukat titkos női foglalatosságukból, mert mától minden este közös vacsora lesz.

Anyám inkarnációit régen leolvastam. Fejlődésének nagyon alacsony fokán állt, de ez apám hirtelen megvilágosodásának köszönhetően rohamos fejlődésnek indult ebben az életében. Anyám szája vékony volt és kemény. Dús szőke haja mindíg a legpompázatossabb formákat öltötte. A teste aránytalan volt, de ez nemesi házasságoknál mit sem számított, apámat meg ilyen apróságok soha nem zavarták ha nőröl volt szó, minden nőt ugyanúgy szeretett elcsábítani, nem tett különbséget alacsony, sovány molett és szép között.

Anyám általában hideg kék szemei aznap este furcsa fényt öltöttek, keskeny ajkai kicsit fellazultak, és általában szépen formált szavai kissé hirtelenebbek voltak, bizonytalanabbak. Az egész este a szegény emberek ünnepi hangulatát öltötte. Mintha nem is egy arisztokrata család vacsorája lett volna. Apro szeretet csillagok repkedtek, érdeklődő pillantások, és emberi drámák kezdetei nyilatkoztak meg.

Mindkét hugom titokzatos áhitattal leste apám ércelődő humoros gondolatait, öniróniáját és anyám elcsábítására tett megjegyzéseit. Az est fénypontja anyám első kacagása volt. Tudtam, hogy mindenki a villányi fehérre gyanakszik apám hirtelen átalakulásával kapcsolatban, csak én tudtam, hogy egy olyan Atlantiszi tudós ül közöttünk akit évszázezredek választanak el valódi otthonától: a mindent tudás könyvtárától.

Apám élete megváltozott. A bor még mindíg szerves részét képezte mindennapjainak, de az ősi könyvtár könyveit is lapozgani kezdte. Titkos örömet okozott az amikor a Pécsi egyetemről hazatérve élménybeszámolóit hallgattam. Ilyenkor a maradék hétvégémet azzal töltöttem, hogy a felújított dolgozószobájában tornyosuló könyvek lapjait telejegyzeteltem utalásokkal és útmutatókkal még mélyebb tananyagot tartalmazó könyvekhez. Hosszas beszélegetésekbe mélyedtünk, és meglepetések után értek a meglepetések ahogy fejlődését szemléltem. Apám nem magolt, nem tanult, hanem felfrissített. Olyan soha nem hallott gondolatformákkal rukkolt elő minden látogatásomkor amiről még soha nem hallottam. Arra próbáltam ösztökélni, hogy írjon. Ezt mosolyogva utasította vissza.

Az egyetem befejezése a történelem tudományok doktorátusát adta a kezembe. Erre azért volt szükségem, mert régészeti kutatásokba akartam fogni. Apám figyelmét is efelé próbáltam terelni, mert kapcsolatunk olyan barátsággá alakult amit nem szivesen hiányoltam. Érdekes, soha nem hallott gondolatai szinte elnyugtatták örökké munkában tevékenykedő spirituális technológiákon ügyködő szellemem. Szavai olyan frissítő olajok voltak szerkezeteim építéséhez amelyeket nem tudtam nélkülözni. Ősi lénye a tudás hihetetlen mélységeit rejtette, de mint minden emberi lény aki a földön született meg először, szerette ha a realitás talajával kötödik össze a készen kapott szellemi építmény. Ezért olvasott, hogy gondolatait és örökérvényű tudását, különböző tudósok és gondolkodók munkáival tudhassa összekötni és bizonyítani.

Anyám mindeközben kivirult, és ez egy olyan eseményhez vezetett amire nem számoltam. Egy szegedi Arisztokrata lányát szemelte ki nekem feleségül. Mint tudós doktor megengedhettem volna magamnak az agglegény sort de mint nemes, ez kizárt dolog volt, főképp mert én voltam az első és egyetlen fiú. Ez a kényszeres házasság amiben kevésszer volt részem, ugyancsak nem számolt technológiai előrejutást eredményezett.

A jövendőbelim egy első pillantásra csendes, formás alacsony teremtmény volt. Ahogy tekintetünk összeakadt megismertem. Többször találkoztunk már és ez valamelyest megnyugtatott. Nem tudjuátok elképzelni a színjátékot amit mint örökké emlékező folyton megszülető emberként állandóan játszanom kellett. Karolina mélyen értő világosbarna szemei ezt a színjátékot megelőzték. Engedtem, hogy végigmotozza lényemet, és egy enyhe telepatikus csatornát is nyitva tartottam közöttünk. Az ember sok olyan dolgot tesz aminek következményeire a cselekedet pillanatában nem gondol, hiszen precedens sem létezett rá soha.

Ez a kommunikációs csatorna megengedte azt, hogy jobban megértse távolságtartásomat de a felszínen társasági lény kapcsolatomat az emberiséggel. Nem lepődött meg hiszen ismert. Tanítványkényt ismertem meg a kaukázusban. Ő is furcsa kötödést tanusított a családom birtokán lévő Atlantiszi romokhoz. Még nem voltam kész, hogy ezt megosszam velük. Apámnak először az archeológia tudományában és a történelem tudományban kellet elmerülnie ahoz, hogy végül eljusson Homéroszhoz, és az Atlaniszi beszámolókhoz.

25 éves voltam amikor apám felvetette, hogy érdekelné a régészet.

Pécsett tanítottam, és az évadot nem hagyhattam befejezetlenül. Megkérdezetem, hogy hol ásna szivesen. Ur városát említette meg. Miért pont Ur nem teljesen értettem, de elmagyarázta, hogy a bibliai Sumér nevek és az Ősmagyar történelmi nevek között kapcsolódást lát. Belül hahotáztam, hiszen telitalálat volt ez a felfedezése, de akadékos kérdéssekkel próbáltam méginkább felkelteni az érdeklődését. Ez sikerült is, és az évad befejeztével egy egész expedícót szervezett titokban, mert nem akarta magára vonni a Magyar arisztokrácia első világháború előtti méhkas jellegű haragját.

Még nem tudtam, hogy Karolinát is vigyem e magammal az akkor még angol felségterületre. Ezt a döntést sem én hoztam meg , hanem a lángoló érdeklősés amit az ősi titkok kiásásának reménye és apám teóriájának helyeslése hozta meg. A készülődés izgalma Apámat és Karolinát is magával ragadta. Apám az adósságtól mentes nemesek ritkasága volt, ezért az expedíciónk is szegényesen indult. Ebbe sem avatkoztam bele, hiszen tudtam, hogy a földi ember a nehézségek hatására csodákra képes. Az expedíció amúgy is kincsek tömegét igérte.

Anyám, Apám legújabb hóbortját mosolyogva figyelte, és boldog volt, hogy az Ő férje nem a lehetséges háború habzó szájú éltetésével van elfoglalva, hanem a mesebirodalom titokzatos csodáival ami az ő hálószobáját csak még melegebbé varázsolja.

Azokban az években senkit nem zavart a régészexpedíciónk. Az út olcsó volt, a segédmunkaerő egy rossz csizma áránál is kevessebbe került. Apám olyan érdekes megérzéssel válogatta ki az ásatási helyeket amiken folytonosan mosolyognom kellett. Ahogy a rétegeken haladtunk napról napra, a legeleső réteg felé koncentráltam a figyelmét. Az űrkapszullához. Álmatlan éjszkakákat fordítottak Karolinával az ékírás megfejtésére. Apám ösztönösen a régi paraszti nyelvet használta, a szógyököket és szótöveket. Az írás nagyrészben megfejtetlen maradt mert elkövette a hibát -amelyért természetesen nem szólhattam-, hogy az Akkád iratokat próbálta feltörni a magyar nyelvvel. De Apám valódi feladata –tudtam-, hogy nem a Sumér nyelv magyarral való megfejtése, hanem az Atlantiszi kódok feltörése önmagában, ezért siettettem a kapszulla felé.

Kitört a háború. Ez a közelkeleten is káoszhoz vezetett ami az ásatásokat veszélyessé tette.

Rablóhadjáratok ellenőrizetlenűl pusztítottak, vallásos fanatizmus éledezett a muzlim világban, és ennek a tölcsérnek a közepébe keveredtünk.

A munkások elhagyták a területet, apám és én ástunk lázasan, mert érzetem az energiamezők rohamos átalakulását és tudtam, hogy nekem személy szerint nem sok időm van. A birtokunkon valószinűleg már várt rám a behívóm, és Angol felségterületen áskálódva ellenséges kémeknek számítottunk. Természetesen tökéletes Brit angollal én még áshattam volna ott a háború végéig de Apám csak németül, Karolina pedig csak franciául beszélt mint idegen nyelv. Karolina még talán elment volna fanciának, de apámat mindenképpen a hadifogság réme fenyegette, ráadásul egy sivatagban.

Elértük a kapszullát. Az ajtó szét volt szaggatva. Bronz balta nyomaival volt tele. A Technológiai berendezés szét volt miszlikre volt tépve, csak az elmozdíthatatlan űrutazáshoz elengedhetetlen eszközök maradtak benn. Az egyik ágyon –valószínűsítettem-, hogy rég elhúnyt volunteer barátom egyik levetett utolsó Sumériai inkarnációja feküdt. A koponyán sérülés nyomai voltak, valószinűleg ugyanaz a balta okozta mint az ajtón tátongó nyílásokat.

Apám először meg volt róla győződve, hogy egy sírkamrára akadtunk. Kissé csalódottnak tűnt először de ahogy a port kényelmetlen mormogással törölgette le a műszerekről láttam ahogy izgatottsága az egekbe szökik. Karolina lélekszkadva loholt le a gödörbe törmeléklavinákat sodorva magával, amik ismét félig betemették a kapszullát. Izgatott vitába kezdtek, amíg én módszeresen pucolni kezdetem minden műszert. Apám szivének zakatolását szinte hallani véltem. Karolina izzadni kezdett ami nála az izgalom legutolsó jele. Nem értették. A műszerek soha nem látott technológát nyitottak fel.

A következő néhány nap a kapszulla kiásásával telt el. Egy szomszédos faluból sikerült tökéletes arab tudásomnak köszönhetően néhány embert munkába állítanunk. Fából terveztem egy ősi, jó áttételű darút amit villámgyorsasággal építettünk meg. Karolina soha nem látott fénnyel ragyogott. A Sumér földet égető nap gyönyörű aranybarnára pirírotta az arcát. Haja kifakult és az ásástól megizmosodott végtagjai kivánatosan feszültek mellettem. Ez volt az első nap Földi inkarnációim során amikor úgy érzeztem többé nem tarthatom magamban a titkom. Tudtam, hogy nem Ő az akivel a végtelenséget együtt kell majd töltenem, de tudtam, hogy Ő az aki ezt a titkot jól tudja majd használni.

A földön káosz uralkdott. Mi önkéntesek pontosan tudtuk, hogy melyik önkéntesek szűk csoportja okozza ezt a tudat felrobbantó kaotikát. Karolina elnyugodva pihegett mellettem egy kellemes szerelmeskedés után. Feszes izmai hívogatóan tárták elém a földi nők örökké működö kis varázslatait. Ezt csodáltam mindíg bennetek földi nők, hogy Gaia olyan csábító energiával ajándékozott meg benneteket amit semmilyen földi háború nem merészelt megbolygatni. Ennek az energiának a szentsége még a spirituális harcmezőkön is tabu maradt.

Mélyen a szemébe pillantottam és megkérdeztem tőle, hogy akarja e tudni mi az a kapszulla amit találtunk. Azt felelte igen. Megkérdeztem tőle , hogy akkor is kiváncsi rá, ha ez a feje tetejére állítja a világról alkotott képét. Erre ő azt felelte, hogy a világról alkotott képe az utóbbi néhány hétben a teljes káoszt tükrözi. Erre megkérdeztem tőle tudja e ki vagyok, erre Ő azt felelte, hogy van róla elképzelése, de nincs rá bizonyítéka csak az álmai, és néhány alfában eltöltött pillanat rövidfilmjei. Erre megkérdeztem tőle, hogy akarja e látni az emberiség teljes történelmét egy perc alatt, és elmagyaráztam neki, hogy ez egy olyan élmény lesz mint amikor valaki visszaalszik három percre és 25 év eseményeit álmodja meg teljes részletességgel. Erre azt mondta, hogy ez nem zavarja abban az esetben ha utána ismét szeretkezünk.

A letöltés gyors volt. Mindent értett, de a tudás súlya álomba merítette és egész éjjel hánykolódott emiatt. Gyógyító energiák és tudattágító kristáyok tömkelegét használtam fel, és így hajnal 5 óra felé végre mély alvásba merült. Jóleső halk horkolása engem is megnyugtatott.
Amikor kiléptem a sátorból meglepő kép fogadott. Még nem selytettem semmi veszélyt. Arabok százai gyülekeztek a romok körül imába merülve.

Karolina álmosan dugta ki a fejét és rámvigyorgott. Ez egy huszadik századi nő felszabadult vigyora és nem egy ősi szokásoktol megmerevedett mosoly, amit azidáig láttam tőle. A tudáés súlyát különböző technológiákkal lazítottem fel az agytekervényei között, és ez felszbadulttá lazává varázsolta.

Ami ezután következett az a földön uralkodó káosz telejes tükörképe volt, és először gondolkodtam el az önkéntesek hibás energia átcsoportosításán.

Ahogy az ásatási terület felé közledtem több arab verődött körém. Karolina kicsivel később indult el. Meg kellett kerülnöm egy ziggurat romjait, hogy eljussak a daruhoz. Egyre több fátyolos nő és mogorva Arab haladt velem lefelé az évezredes úton. Karolina kiáltására lettem figyelmes. Alig tudtam odafordítani a fejem, máris lefogott 4 vagy 5 izmos Arab és egy öregebb fanatikusan égő szemű férfi állt elém. Amíg tudtam figyelemmel kisértem, ahogy Karolinát egy csoport nő közé vetik, és fátylat illetve arab ruhát dobnak rá. A fanatikus uriember elővett egy kést és a torkomhoz nyomta. Követelte , hogy mondjam meg a nevem erre én tökéletes törzsi dialektussal megmondtam, hogy az én nemevm Omar ElSharim Jafre. Ezt a nevet ismernie kellett hiszen törzsének egyik híres bölcse volt. Amint elhangzott a nevem meglepődve nézett a szemembe, szinte szégyenkezve, de a kökény szín megvadította, majd felnézett a hajamra és utalva kese szinére gúnyosan mosolyogni kezdett. Átkiabált Karolinához, hogy tényleg ez e a nevem. Karolina nem értett Arabul plusz teljes sokkban állva fogalma sem volt mit válaszoljon. Erre a fantikus arab megkérdezte tőlem, a késsel torkom körűl babrálva, hogy giga vagy artéria. Erre én ezt válaszoltam, hogy artéria. Nevetni kezdett, majd átpislantott Karolniára és megkérdezte tőle is. Karolina rázta a fejét és könyörgőre fogta. Egy pillantással megnyugtattam. Megértette. A halál csak pihenés. Végül az Arab átszúrta nyakam.

Miután átsiklottam a következő dimenzióba. Még érzékeltem amint Karolinát egy több feleséges arab házába kényszerítik sokadik feleségnek. Megpróbáltam minden követ megmozgatni, hogy kiszabaduljon ebből a káoszból, de egy idő után elvesztettem az energiajeleit.

Egészen más revelációk tanuja lettem. A szimbólumok és szellemlények dimenzióját próbáltam áttörni, hogy eljussak hozzá, de egy falba ütköztem amely a vizeket tartotta kordában a föld azon részein. Hirtelen szimbólumok végtelensége zúdult rám és magyarázta el, hogy az Arab kultúra többnejüsége és a nők semmibe vétele Gaiát haragra gerjesztette, és a Muszlim vallásuak földjét terméketlen sivár sivatagos porkultúrává silányította. Gaia a nők álattá alacsonyítását a víz megvonásával bünteti mindaddig amig a muszlim hit fel nem szabadítja asszonyait és merevségéből fel nem éled emberi magaslataiba. Olyan kőfalak örzik ezeket a vizeket amelyeket semmilyen ima vagy varázslat nem tud megbontani.

Azonnal újjászülettem. Nem emberként hanem egy kajszifává annak a fanatikus muzlimnak a kertjébe aki megölt. Zsenge kajszifa voltam. Gaia vizzel táplált és egy év alatt embernagyságúvá cseperedtem. Egy nap az arab megállt velem szemben, és ő maga sem értette miért gondol arra az Európai emberre akit tavaly ölt meg, hisz sok ember vére tapadt a kezéhez. Jeztem neki, hogy igen én vagyok, és, hogy engedje szabadon Karolinát. Embert megőrülni még soha nem láttam ilyen sebességgel. Valószínűleg gyökerestől téphetett ki a földből mert a kép megszakadt.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Psychic Vampires

My name is Attila and today I’ll introduce a new technology on how to turn living Psychic vampires into Human beings while you let them taste your energy fields.

This irreversible self generating mechanism had been developed in 1655 during the years of darkness and light gate opening works by volunteers.

I was a private musician for a French count in a small town close to Paris. My father was a poor miller owning his own mill and trying to make a living while his competition had more advanced mills and better equipment. As a child I played many times in the always green and beautifully planned garden in back yard of the mill and was wondering if I should or should not make my father’s life easier, but as I’ve scanned his incarnations I’ve realized that he had to go through the hardships of losing my mother while giving birth to me, fighting poverty and having an ambition for his only child. If you remember the king in Sumer that had attacked Ur, you’ll have very good idea why it was me to be a son and why the hardships for him. He had huge plans with me imagining my future as a great musician and while he had drunk himself to sleep in his lonely evenings he was still murmuring distorted words to me about my great future as a composer in the king’s court. He had this grandiose idea that I’ll become some kind of royalty by marring one of the ladies in attendance. As a child I’ve learned throughout my many incarnations that the easiest way is to go with the flow and never rebel against the plan if there was any.

One intoxicated night while the oil lamps were casting long dancing shadows on the walls he had opened up an old traveling chest. He was fighting for his balance as he had handed over a sacredly guarded treasure left there by my mother. Her memory had resonated on the warmish as the light had thrown short gazes against its beautiful body. His eyes were red and hopeful. He was a powerful man but there was more humility in his fields then in Sumer. He had not been able to give up his strength; he did not dare to let it go, so he had taken a muscular gigantic figure for himself.

After all those talks I knew what he had expected me to do, so as soon as I’ve seen his approving nod I’ve taken the violin under my chin. There was no bow. He urged me to pick at the unturned strings as a practice. He sank back on his chair and had listened to me as I’ve started to pick the strings. His face now had turned into a mellow relaxed pudgy and the energy in the room had changed from darkness into a seeping starry sky with a cricket chirp. He had heard more in that chirp than there was to be heard by three dimensional ears. He had heard beauty and future, love and youth, strength and light. I saw a transmutation in his self sacrifice in that moment and tears had swollen into my eyes and run down my cheeks. I was 8 years old and I knew that, that night I’ve helped with my humility a soul to become a giant within, without stepping on anyone.

The next day he had took off with a few bags of fine wheat and had told me to start the fire, because he’ll be back late. The only donkey we had looked back at the old mill and as my father’s whip had nipped his back he had started down on the muddy road towards Paris.

The next morning as I woke up I’ve seen my breath in the air. He still didn’t get back. I went outside and drew some water then started the fire back up again. I’ve been thinking about the transition this soul had just gone through and I’ve started to understand the purpose of his absence this morning. I’ve fed the animals and walked outside to see to the mill. I’ve known milling for a long while of course and I knew how it could be made to be a better mill a more productive one for my father to be more prosperous. As an 8 year old boy I did not want to push the issue of this knowledge and most of you’ll possibly understand why. I’ve started up the mill with my well built muscles inherited from my father and milled a while when I’ve heard my father enter the old door hanging on one hinge.

He had told me that this is the last time I’ve worked with my hands and he doesn’t want to see me or rather hear about me do any physical labor as long as he lives. He had urged me to the yard. I was expecting to see the donkey and the cart, but instead of that a man dressed in a long appropriately designed coat, and a feathered hat, waiting for me. I’ve looked into his bright light blue eyes and I’ve already knew who he was. A musician.

My father had sold the wheat the donkey and the cart and placed me into the apprenticeship of this kind musician. He had also bought a bow for me and a case for my violin. He ordered me to hurry up and get my stuff and be back in five minutes. I’ve noticed that he didn’t smell like alcohol and his eyes were clear, clearer than in any lives I’ve ever seen them. I’ve even seen a small spark of love smolder up in them as he had tapped me on my head to leave already.
I’ve followed the musician’s long strides and I had to pick my foot as fast as a runner, but I had taken a last look at this new entity that I was proud to call my father. This man had reached a new level of evolution and understanding in his suffering and grief. He was standing there like a broken twig although his gigantic figure had filled the double gates. He had looked away then disappeared to do his work.

I’ve never played the violin in any of my lives before, this would’ve been the first occasion, but I knew that it wasn’t the violin that I’ll have to play from now on judging from the clothes of the musician. He wasn’t from the king’s court; he was working for a Baron. He didn’t talk much and I knew that his courteous questions were only initiated to break up the assumed discomfort within me. I’ve answered as a child should and the conversation had ended right there and then for the next eight to ten years between us. From that day on it would be him to talk and my place was to listen.

We had walked through Paris. It hasn’t changed too much since the last time I’ve been there. Women were flirty and solid at the same predicament, and I saw the musician dropping his chin all along. The streets were semi clean, but still dirty for my taste. Poverty had hid in many corners unnoticed and brewing with rebellious laziness. I thought that exchanging lives with any of the children running around unattended would be a terrible waste at this moment. My human thoughts had overpowered me as I looked into their wild eyes. My traveling companion must have heard them because he started to calm me with his juicy stories of the Baroness and her company she had kept day and night. I’ve given a name to the place already: The nest, the nest of dramas, unattended sexual explosivity, dark pleasures and vampirism. From his stories I’ve gathered that this place will be my next station to practice alchemy and build spiritual technology.

The Nest was artistically perfect but not friendly. Every corner and delicate design had the ability to generate migraines for those on the unhealthy diet. The badly designed corridors were too wide at the backside and too narrow at the closer location to the main entrance. The kitchen was the only place that was designed or left to be human. It was warm and inviting. Reminded me of a cave pit that had love and togetherness engraved in its wet cold walls.

My master did also have a problem with sweet wine just like my father, and it had made him unruly and groggy in the mornings. Taking me was -he thought- the solution for his hangovers in the mornings. He thought that a couple of hours of music lessons he will satisfy my father’s wishes, while he would’ve used me as a servant to prepare him, wash for him, take care of his things. It didn’t bother me at all. Compare to work in a Korean slave gold mine for a half a century it was light work. In those mines darkness was physical and bringing light through your spiritual gateways and showing that to other humans was easier then show light to darkness above ground to those whom doesn’t want to admit that they suffer from their over stimulated pleasure filled lives.

My master was quiet surprised of my fast advancement of understanding the notes. Well the notes weren’t my problem since I could read and write music already, but to get my thick miller fingers around the strings and play the right notes all the time, caused a bit of a trouble for me.
In my free time I hid in the library, where usually I’ve ended up in every lifetime and searched for earth human knowledge and gate openings. Every written human word is a miracle for the residents of the universe. Every word carries a message, a vortex opening into thick gravitational pulls and manifestations. Every word gives a key to understanding the knowledge of the One, the all, the Infinity. This is where I’ve met this little nosy soul. She was the daughter of the cook. She didn’t know how to read. She had searched the bookshelves in secrets while intrigues were entangling the residents of the palace. She was hungry to crack the codes of these words.

Our first encounter had happened during a banquette, where her mother was busy with the food and my master had to play with his quartette to entertain the guests. She was like a deer as she had approached the bookshelves. Her blondish red hair had just been braided; her eyes were green with golden sparkles in it. She was bit heavy but still miraculous. She didn’t see me as I’ve been also hiding in the shadow of the shelves. She had approached the children’s book section and lifted out a book with beautifully drawn pictures. I’ve shifted my weight from my frozen left leg to the right and that caused a small crackling sound in the old wooden floor. She was startled. She looked at my direction with deep fear in her eyes. I had to say something. My child voice had calmed her somewhat and we’ve got acquainted as fast as any child on planet earth.

I knew it for a fact that she didn’t read and I’ve decided to remedy that. She wasn’t innocent as most children are. She was burning with desire and energy that was warm and restless. She had always been in trouble and been beaten by her mother. She wasn’t evil or bad, she was just a soul ready for adventure and exploration. She had loved animals and I had only seen her being calmed down when she had fed them or stroked them. It wasn’t allowed for us servants to keep any animals, so she had always sneaked into the bedroom of the baroness’ son to pet and marvel at his exotic animals. I’ve scanned her incarnations and I’ve found her in the temple of Isis as her highest. She was cured from a genetic mutation by the priests. She had never reached the priesthood due to her inability to transmute the condition of her energy structure and burn out her animalistic instinctive desires. But she had learned to control some of it and had gained an outstanding ability to analyze any upcoming energy issue even through incarnation after incarnation.

She had learned to read French and that’s where I’ve left it off, it wasn’t the language skill that she had needed the most but the experience that had awaited her in that house.

I was 17 when my master had allowed me to introduce my own piece that I’ve composed to the baroness. This was the spotlight which I knew I couldn’t escape from. I’ve tried to compose something according to the period’s fashion, nothing outstanding or marvelous. I knew that my work would start that day. As the quartet and I’ve played the long piece I’ve started to feel the lines of antennas from the female audience as they had scanned my body and face. My father’s body was intriguing for them, something that had reminded them of strength, but at the same time of fear of poverty. Rich men in those days were puffy and fat, anything else meant lover statuesque.

When we had finished the congratulations had burning touches in those puffy hands. All the women wanted to taste my energies, and it helped them to do so that I was dressed in a court musician’s masquerade for that afternoon and not in my shabby servant’s clothes. Naturally the baroness would’ve had privilege to have first bite from my innocence. I’ve been served with fine wine and been invited to some ladies company to gossip. The other musicians went back to provide the background music. I’ve felt the antennas of the baroness to scan me for my injuries and my weaknesses to be able to clothe me with her powers. I had to act as shy as possible to be able to fool her scan. When I’ve used an unsure body language after one of the girls had touched me on the arm I’ve felt that she had relaxed her awareness and settled on my energy structure with her warm vampirising antennas. I had fooled her. Now the work could’ve begun. I’ve found my subject to develop a new technology on. It would’ve taken me years of careful experimenting as she would’ve want to use all of her ancient techniques to lure me into her circle of energy to suckle whatever youth I’ve had.

Most of her company had learned this technique from her and used it superiorly, since she had also been feasting from their energies. Her son had mastered the techniques the best. He had become a heartbreaker by the age of 23. His illegitimate children around the villages had been giving more trouble to families than joy. He was traveling a lot too and become an opium addict, but this fact didn’t cancel out of his sexual addiction, only made him more developed in it.
The Cook’s daughter Sophie was 19 now. She was dirty most of the time and untouched by the gossip going around the palace. I’ve helped her with a mild protective shield that she had developed on her own while we were talking about spiritualism. She didn’t care about me as a man since I was immature compare to her. But this weak shield could only last for so long in the environment of the Nest. One day when the son came home from his dark adventures, he had noticed Sophie raking leaves in the English garden.

Their connection was fast and she was lured in by her own desires and interest for lust. The son had used her as long as her pregnancy had shown. She was a beautiful woman; he could not have enough of her beauty and her knowledge to please a man. She had enjoyed their love as much as he did, but the consequences were always only one sided in cases like this.

The Baroness had called me more and more often. Her saggy skin was covered with powder to cover the gigantic pores developed by alcoholism and unclean sexual relations. She did wash, but her body was diseased by one of her lovers. She was more interested in trying to seduce my energies then to sleep with me. Naturally we had long talks. Hours upon hours. She had fed me well and made sure that I am well off with money. Her coffee room was quiet and she accepted fewer guests as she had started to discover another dimension on energy transfers. I’ve only talked about knowledge and discoveries that earth Humans in those years had been able to gather for themselves. She didn’t like to read despite her extensive library that was established by her mother in-law. Slowly I’ve developed the technology that I’ve needed to guard off her vampire attempts and turn her into a Human being. It was hard. She had techniques I’ve never heard of before, and she certainly knew how to use it well. When I’ve thought that one machine had worked next day she had came up with a new way to suckle all of my energy. Her surprise grew by the months and I was almost done with the perfect solution when Sophie happened. She was in her 5th month just started to show. The son had fled the scene and the baroness was left with a powerful servant girl with an ability that allowed Sophie to copy all of her psychic vampire techniques flown directly into her from their union. The Baroness was furious, and finally she had revealed herself in her biggest vampire act to try to keep the lid on the problem. It was especially hard since her guests had known about the relations of the servant girl and her son.

The baroness and Sophie had started a war. This had allowed me study her techniques. But since none of their destructive dramas were directed towards me, I could not work on furthering the technology. It is my golden rule to not to interlope.
Sophie was powerful and defeated the Baroness.

One day the baroness had called me in the Library room, to the room where she barely stepped in. She had started to use one of her techniques which she thought would get me involved in this drama and take the weight off of her back. She didn’t like the idea that she was vampirized by someone else. He had aged under her powdered face decades within a couple of weeks. She thought that it was her that convinced me to take Sophie.

It was a perfect chance now for my never emotionally discharged existence. I’d have a person right next to me with bigger vampire abilities then the Baroness. Sophie’s damages would take decades to be healed and to turn her back into Human existence even longer. I took the offer to marry her for this reason. The baroness had offered Sophie a huge sum of money if she would marry me. It took Sophie a few weeks and a lot more drama before she’d accept. She had accepted without talking to me the whole time or looking into my eyes. She had realized that her illegitimate son would not help her life any longer, there was no chance for that the baroness’ son would return and she needed a husband and father for the child. She had calculated coldly and had blackmailed the baroness even further. I was surprised that she was still alive by the time we’ve left the Nest. The Baroness with this last act had been completely defeated and burned out. I’ve met her during the 19th century again as a philosopher painter in France. The only thing she had still loved is the gossip, but my technology had helped her to remain human and not to use vampire techniques ever again.

Sophie and I’ve headed towards the Count’s villa where I’d be a private musician and music teacher for the count’s children. The baroness made sure that the count knew who Sophie was, but also prepared a place for her where she would have an easy life according to the agreement they had. The baroness deep down was satisfied with Sophie and she had even had affections for her strength, and she knew that Sophie will raise a worthy child to her Bloodline.

Sophie and I had never had warmth in our marriage. She had rather visited the count’s bed then mine, and she had used all her knowledge to climb. “Our” son had looked just like the Baroness’ son but with the light hair of Sophie’s. Naturally she could hardly wait to leave me and provide an office to Brutus in the King’s court. The 15 years I’ve spent with her had been the most useful time in my work to perfect the technology. She had dropped most of her dramas, but her desire seeking restlessness, which was much older than I could reach into was never dissolved. As a healer scientist I had to work extra careful in the pretext of history anyways. I couldn’t afford too many unproductive childhoods.

The day she had left me she still had guarded many of her psychic vampire technique that I could not dissolve since it was attached to her desires.

Her son had become an ambassador to England and his political abilities had reached the heights of a music composer’s. Naturally I had given him something for the road too. Sophie had never found peace. She was rich by the age of sixty eight beyond imagination. She was cold and a bit cruel. She had sent me money occasionally and as she had got older her letters had become longer but not opened for conversations only one sided ranting, which haven’t bothered me. I wrote back casually and this had helped to open up a new channel for a new technology to work on her desires, which I could not finish in that particular lifetime.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dingir Ilama, Dingir Inanna, Tündér Ilona

My name is Attila and I will talk about my life in Sumeria in 6000 BC

I went through many tribes and hardships before I had joined into the advancing civilization Of Sumeria delivered to Earth Humans by Volunteers. I have walked slowly to the city of Ur after a bad incarnation into a slave family. My owners were all killed by wild mountain robbers and I’ve been left to die in the high deserts of Sumeria. Naturally a quick death would’ve served me much better, but for some reason the body I’ve received was much stronger than I’ve anticipated. After the dew of the desert shook me into life I’ve found a horse that the robbers didn’t take. It had taken me at about 10 days to reach the first village; the horse had reached death much earlier,- the poor thing. I’ve got some food there from an old woman whom had recognized me from an earlier incarnation. She was the local healer and rain caller. We had chatted for a while and she and I agreed that it would be the best for me to use my knowledge in Ur. I was reluctant, since I was working on the disassembly of Ego shields through humility and humbleness. I did not want to lose this technological data while I would help other volunteers to introduce urban living to devolved earth Humans. But this body had been freed from slavery so my experiments as a free man had been thrown into the scrap container by karma technology. I’ve gathered too much good karma and it had torn me away from my experiments. Karma technology had been introduced to the Earth Planes before the spiritual wars had started. It had served as a spirit balancing mechanism to those that had lived immortal lives in recreational earth compounds. The damaging Sun waves had created negative effects on those whom had left the recreational compounds therefore Karma technology had reignited their consciousness with re balancing mechanisms.

As an Earth human I had no chance to control Karma technology, since I’ve lived in the destructive wavelengths just like any other Human being. Karma technology had been layered into earth’s macro vortex for better efficiency. To be able to control Karma, you must be able to possess a macro cosmic quantum lab with the highest tech spiritual equipment. Other words you must be an alchemist of such quality as those before the wars. I was not one of them at the time so I had to live through my good Karma, so I’ve decided to become an Ur dweller.
The old woman had given me healing herbs and better clothing from his deceased son, and then as I’ve walked away from her old shack that were standing at the end of the village I saw her nodding, saying: “We will meet again” I felt her energetic waves encircle my light body and leaving me with the assurance, that my health in this body will be especially looked after by her. Of course I’m a healer also, but when you have work to do you forget to regenerate your light body and it can be drained by Earth’s exhausted children quiet easily.

When I’ve reached the open gates of Ur I’ve nodded to the sleepy lazy guards letting them know I’m not a stranger. I’ve been in Ur a few incarnations ago, but this time I came to live here. One of the guards had looked back at me with a haughty smile in his eye moving his chest muscles just a bit, telling me, that he is in his full power and ready to show that to any man or woman, especially to woman. I bowed my head with humility and slipped through the gate.

I’ve arrived at the time of the siesta; only dogs were dawdling around the empty olive jars, sculptures of the Giants, woven huge baskets. An old man had looked at me with his scaly eyes, than had smiled at me with a perfect set of teeth. I was surprised to see this since urban humans were usually malnutritioned by the huge overdoses of grain diets. I had doubted that the old man would see if I smile back, so I’ve just nodded a big one so at least that he’d see. As I’ve passed his sitting statue and turned into the high walk of the ruler from one of the houses a great aroma had hit my nose. It was the house of the courtesans, I knew it well, and I knew her well. She had been a courtesan for many incarnations, and had tried to make me her client in many lives, but I’ve rejected her body every time with a clever joke, so she would not turn against me. Her name had varied in every life and she was unconscious about her gift of pleasure that she had carried through each cycle. Naturally most of the time she had chosen to becomes a courtesan to satisfy this gift. I’ve looked up and there she was in the window looking right into my eyes. I looked back up and made a connection of not sexual, but human. I saw a surprised twitch in her eyes and then she’s looked away to try to remember where did she know me from. Of course she could not remember because we haven’t met in this life yet until that moment.
Ur had never left me with a moment of Boredom and because the people had spoken the ancient language there was always room for debates philosophies, and wisdom. Ur was and will be the wisest city for ever and until the end of days. The people of Ur always had and Idiom or fraise for every event. They weren’t a very spiritual people although they had rows of sculptures of god rulers and angels, and spirits, but their primary concern was their gold reserves that had been boosted by the trades from the fields of the Tiger and the Euphrates.

I’ve headed to the palace. The carved slabs under my foot had showed me the sophistication of the sculptures of Ur. I could not detect any imperfections in their work. I allowed myself to play with my steps as I stepped from one slab onto the next until I’ve reached the palace stairs. Here I had a bit of a difficulty with the guards of course, but in those days I knew exactly how to get through. It was much easier then than now to get and audience with the world leaders.
I’ve told the guards that I have come to interpret the king’s dream. Of course they had no idea about any of this but within five minutes of shushing command exchange a man in long over cizellated robes and a tall hat and all of this in purple had rushed down the stairs. He had brushed the soldiers aside and grabbed me by the arm. He had yelled at the guards with obvious furiousness telling them, how is that possible that such incompetent bunch can guard the palace. As soon as we had left the guards and got out of their hearing range he started to talk. It wasn’t his talk that I understood; it was his telepathic communication as a volunteer. He was the only one in Ur at the time, all the rest were scattered in different areas of the planet. He had needed another volunteer desperately, because the city has become stagnant and doom was inevitable. His influence over the city although had been at its fullest, but he had needed an adversary to create a whirl within the walls so evolution would start. I knew what he wanted me to do. My good karma would’ve lasted several lifetimes, so I had jumped on the opportunity. We didn’t have a plan, but we had both known what we’ve needed to do. It’s a good cop bad cop game volunteers sometimes play where human lives will be wasted by the thousands, to speed up evolution. This opportunity would’ve thrown me back in the wheel of karma for at least a dozen lives. I would act as the bad cop for Ur. Little I’ve known that forces unknown to both of us will interfere with our work. A technology unheard of had opened up a portal to a dimension which had brought in a new evolution, where I did not have to manipulate the wheel of Karma anymore, but just do my work or not whenever I wanted.

He had taken me through the cedar paneled and richly painted and decorated hallways. Everything smelled desirable and I went through the motions of Human love. All the chambers were dedicated for pleasure that had been combined with knowledge. In Sumer the high society didn’t just chased pleasure but had dedicated themselves to understand it. Pleasures haven’t been ratified as sin, but as a station in human evolution. No not sexual pleasures were presented in the chambers, although it had been put to the debate, but the volunteer had drove the subject into the sacredness of the bedrooms and commanded the deep study to be completed by contemplation.

I’ve never been drawn so strong to taste the depth of joy than on my walk through the silky and beautifully sculptured pathways. The volunteer had read my energy resonance and tugged me on my shoulder saying that it’s enough of the tasting; we have better things to do. Finally he had taken me to the workshop. No it wasn’t the size of the door that had surprised me, and it wasn’t the space of the workshop, but of the gate that was open there into another dimension. The door was small; I had to bow my head to enter. The space had reminded me of a cell. The walls were designed for space travel. The whole interior reminded me of the capsules we used to use to get to earth with our original bodies, to die and then to reincarnate as earth Humans. I asked him without words and he had answered me with words.” Egen esszel gyottem” He spoke a dialect I’ve only head on remote areas of the universe, but I understood it, because the language is designed to be understood no matter how it’s written or how it’s spoken. The sounds are designed to give the meaning no matter which sound you use. To write about this ancient language I’d have to give you a life in central Europe in a small country where the people still speak it and having no clue about the depth of their gift.

So this volunteer had built the city of Ur around his arrival capsule. This had given me the knowledge that he must have arrived at around one thousand years ago. The capsule had resonated a frequency which had been designed by spiritual technology. I’ve set on the familiar material. As he had closed the door hermetically we had jumped. I didn’t know about this technology. This had must been designed by the new generations.
The jump had taken us to a split consciousness state where we had played hundreds of different versions of ourselves in time space. We were trying to figure out what would be the best approach for the consciousness elevation of Ur. We had designed many things, new fashion, new technology new philosophies, new religions, new wars, new beauty ideals, new diseases, new Ur. When we had finished the 3867 years of work within five minutes, we were exhausted. He had gestured to follow him. I took a last look at the capsule and had a thought about the Human race. “How long will it take until we will reach this technology?” And then it had hit me. I’ve been one of Earth Humans now. I think of myself as we Earth humans. My assimilation was complete and I’ve understood that there’s no return for me into the Universe, I must complete my task to bring Humanity back to its knowing state.

We had sat quietly in the King’s chamber where a slow ceremony had taken place. Healers were trying to heal a pig, which had been stumped over by horses. This was a pleasure that today’s humans would hardly understand. Today in 11 11 2009 most humans think of pigs as food. It was no different in Sumer for many of the residents, not even for the king himself. What made the pig healing a pleasure in this dark candle lit chamber that the pleasure of understanding for lowly beings had been exercised at the moment. I’ve been introduced as a wealthy merchant from the north. The king had concentrated on the healing that had been performed by the volunteer trained healers. Sacred geometry was used to restructure the bones and a light technology had been designed into fast repairing molecules so the pig could be healed within hours. The energy in the room was tremendous, even with shut down brains the nobles could feel and respect this power. The healing had been carried out with a technology I’ve never seen before, but as I’ve studied with open senses I’ve learned it quick. I’ve thanked the volunteer but he didn’t respond. The game had begun. We had to shut down every communication channel, but the spoken language.

The king himself was a very tall being, a deity. He had collected thousands of years of ruling energy. To reach his place on that throne he went through many lifetimes of pain and understanding. He was pure Earth human wisdom and Understanding. It wasn’t his last rule, but it was certainly his first one of such high place. I’ve only met him once as a tribal chief in Caucasian China. He had always loved the people that he had ruled over. His face was like carved stone and his eyes were glowing with a fire that I still can’t understand until this day. He had seemed to be a man that knew more than us Volunteers, but it wasn’t the case. The fact that he Knew, that he had the Knowing itself made him more powerful in his knowledge then any of us: Volunteers. He was a man that you’ve wanted to be close to, to be sunk into his depth and wisdom, to rest. He had an effect of assurance and truth. He knew. I wondered which fallen Atlantian he must be, but wonder usually didn’t take me anywhere.

He had looked at me with those knowing eyes after the healing was subsided for the next day and made a connection. The chills were running through my spine, although I’ve been a leader myself many times, but I could’ve never achieved such high clarity and knowing of power as him. His look felt like a sword, dag right into my bones and had started to read my being. I had showed him the merchant of course, but as a small spark of confusion had appeared in his eyes, I’ve realized that he was subconsciously capable for more things then he knew. He had scanned all of my incarnations and this sudden subconscious knowledge confused him for a moment. At this moment I’ve put up my slimy merchant smile and bowed deeply before him. This had calmed this moment of confusion, and he was back of knowing the merchant that is hungry for more gold and business coming from his palace. I’ve laid out what I can deliver to him and for his kingdom from lands he had never heard of and this had completely chased the confusion away and had put me into a stereotype of a merchant with him. He was not easy to fool though. He had called me to more private audiences throughout the years of his rule then any of his wise or healers, or judges. And it wasn’t the wealth that I’ve brought to the city, but it was a mutual interest of the power we had carried. It could’ve never been called friendship of course, not while he was king in Ur.

I’ve spent 12 years in Ur and our plans were going well. We had brought the city to its full potential with the given circumstances and technology. Gold was flowing on the streets like fish in a fishing town. Perfume, food, clothing and all that you can imagine. The world of Ur was ready for war, for a resetting and that would’ve meant a consciousness elevation and bad karma credits for me.

Everything was settled. I’ve stirred a trade disturbance with the north, which had meant that gold could not be passed north and I’ve created hundreds of taxation check points where the northern areas were devastated by cutting their profits. The king had approved it since it had brought more treasure to his chambers. His experimentations were uniquely served. He could pay the most expensive teachers and scientists. Scribes had written down every moment of his important work. The people of Ur were rich now and their bellies were almost burst of good food. The women of Ur were walking in gold and silk, their scent had created pleasure and art. Beauty had prevailed over the large evil that had been prepared for them by two extraterrestrial being for their own benefit. I know that it sounds twisted, but in those days this was the only way volunteers knew how to elevate consciousness.

It wasn’t greed from the part of the king it was a simple misinforming of the effect that my taxation and restriction on gold import had caused. Him as a leader had never encountered with such powerful background operation, so none of his sharp senses could’ve detect the brewing death.

One day as I’ve walked through the markets with my servants behind me I’ve passed that window again which I’ve passed on my first day. Throughout my earth years I’ve been experimenting with Human emotions within the vessels I’ve incarnated in and their effects on my ever remembering memory. Many times I’ve experienced love and sexuality. I’ve lived fast in many lives depending on my genetic structure of the Human body. This body was a fragile one but very tougish. It did not desire lust or sexuality so when the aroma had hit my nose I was surprised by the awakening interest, but not desire about this soul. I knew that she is not for me to taste, but I knew that there is an invitation for another reason than sexuality.

I’ve signaled to my servants and their looks were more than confused and surprised as they had followed me into the house of lust. I did not know where her chambers were so I headed straight up to the roof. I knew that I’ll be served with hot tea and raw deserts. No one dared to talk to me all the women had jumped from my way; they had all known that I was the richest man in Ur after the king himself. They did not know how to start with someone like me and that had made my path easier.

The house had been renovated since the last I’ve visited it. It had been taken up three buildings of its past neighbors, thanks to the wealth that had been brought in to Ur. The sculptures and art work had been richer than in the king’s palace filled with spiritual experiments. This house had become a new kingdom of Ur, the kingdom of sensuality. The most beautiful women were sent here to enrich their families by exploiting their beauty. It had been an honor to serve the need of men in this house and not a shame as in other houses in Ur. It had become a sort of temple for sexual pleasures. I’ve been invited today for a reason into this house and I knew by whom, but I did not understand the invitation. I didn’t think that she understood it herself either. She was rich beyond belief and did not need my particular influence, she had her own connections to the king and it didn’t include me. The city had worked without me, all I had to do is to provide the city with the grease to move with the speed of light.

As I’ve reached the rooftop I’ve had the most spectacular view of Ur. The history of Earth Humans had rushed at me from that moment when I’ve arrived here. It had flushed before my eyes and I had to sit down. A feeling had seeped into me, which haven’t had happened with me for tens of thousands of years. A feeling that I didn’t understand. A sorrow for humankind, a sorrow for their suffering. Ur had extended into a hundred times bigger city since I’ve arrived here, this had added to the view for me. I’ve decided to call off the war. I was preparing for a telepathic connection with the volunteer, but then the Aroma had jumped at me again. As I’ve opened my eyes I’ve confronted her. She was looking right into the depth of my soul. She knew what was I’m planting to do. She had lifted her eyebrows and tilted her head. Just this little move had told thousands of tales about her seductive professional abilities. Her ear rings had tinkled with her necklaces in crescendo. How did she know that I was preparing for telepathic communication? I’ve scanned her to the bones, checking all of her incarnations, her lights and darks. Nothing outstanding had come up, but only this life. She had discovered spiritual realms through her sensuality and that had been put to use to hook her costumers forever to her space. She had read everything, was perfect in body language reading and could catch fractions of thoughts. She had glowing clean green eyes that were glowing like diamonds I’ve never seen. Her mouth had been full but in a moderate way. She had light brown hair with the same light eyebrows which had been colored with henna to be darker and more expressive. Her nose was clean cut and smart. Her jaw finely shaped although she was well in her forties I could not detect any sagginess or puffiness caused by the great tasting Bread baked in Ur as a new invention. Her body had been not perfect as the rest of the girls’. She was shorter than most, and were not perfectly rationed, which had made her to be desirable in a way that men had no idea why. I knew. It had been created in her brain and used around her body as an influence. It was like an ointment that had covered her existence. That was the aroma that had invited me in. An aroma created by her imagination with her pure magic. The light silk had been barely covering her body that made me feel relaxed. So this is what she had called me in for.

No it wasn’t. She had looked into my eyes transfixed. Those diamond green eyes had been studying my soul. I’ve revealed her my dark intents about Ur. She had felt the darkness and shivered. I had leaned back relaxed in the soft chair and had reached to drink my tee. She had stopped me in my movement by laying her hand on mine. She had shaken her head and looked at the cup, then back into my eyes. I understood that she has a potion prepared for me so I could relax and be more comfortable about her seductions. I’ve smiled and had lifted the cup to my lips and tiffed the whole content in. She had looked surprised. I’ve opened the knowledge up some more to her now through her own potion. As it ran through my body and aroused me I’ve converted the sexual desire into a channel between her mind and mine. We started to talk.

I’ve forgot about the war. I forgot about the other volunteer, about why I’ve come, but I was concentrating my full being on this female energy structure. We had started to work. I’ve never discovered the Dingir dimension before and I did not know that it had existed either. She had created a dimension which had been in existence for a while now, without the knowledge of any of the volunteers. The land of the Dingir had hid all of the souls of the courtesans that were used and mistreated by the Human disinterest about female power, but using the female power for pleasure. This hidden dimension was the land of the Dingir. She had created it with love and care. She was the mother the queen the princess of this world. She was an ambassador for all Dingirs between three dimension and Dingir dimension. The dimension of the Dingir had been presented throughout the earth planes and been stronger in dependence of where it had needed to re manifest itself for the mistreated to enter. The land of the Dingir had also evolved with humankind and it also exists in the 21th century. It had been rehabilitated and been expected as reality during the Celts’ rule throughout Europe.

I’ve ordered my servants to bring my traveling tent up onto the rooftop and tell all of my contacts not to bother me in any way. It was mid morning after a long night of exchange. Her dimension was completely revealed to me through innocent talk. She knew it and I knew it. I’ve bought and played for the house not to be disturbed while I was there. It had closed its doors in the first time in hundreds of years. Ilama-her name-had discovered knowledge she had never thought she could recognize. She was so receptive like the desert sand during a rainy season, which had accidentally reached its dunes after ten thousand years. Her energy body had expanded over the city and she had spread it into every home. Men and women that haven’t touched each other for decades had laid in bed like newly fired up lovers. Old man had desired their old women. Fighters become lovers.

I’ve spent 3 days with her without touching this exquisite treasure, or fulfilling my human desires, when I’ve heard the first shouts.

The war had arrived to the gates, and I’ve forgot about it.

The Army of the north was though and hungry for treasure. Strong men from all over the land even men from Ur had been eyeing the huge walls with its wealth behind it. The king of the north had a huge tent beyond rolls of soldiers, and his powerful energy had reached me. His war was with me not with Ur. He used the mercenaries’ greed to get to me. He did not know way he wanted me, although he had thought that it was hate, but I knew the real reason. He wanted the power that had caused this entire calamity.

The city had stopped breathing. People were mortified in their homes and did not know what to do. The fat army that had been overindulgently taken care of by the city had been in the state of panic. Solders were carrying their shields like bags of potato and their armor was too small for them... Their well shaven faces were fatty and puffed up, and they rather looked like a school boy who had just eaten his meal that his mommy prepared for him then real men.
The king had sent for me. We had wanted war with the other volunteer, but I’ve changed my mind. I had no idea how we will get out of the destruction of Ur and if we get out how will I gather bad karma credits… but I’ve rushed to the palace. My first stop wasn’t the king but the capsule. The volunteer had been waiting for me already. I’ve tossed my idea over to him. He had looked puzzled, but he understood, that by cancelling the war we will elevate the consciousness to an ever higher level. The news of Ur will duplicate cities just like it around the world and it will help to elevate the whole of the collective consciousness, and not only one particular soul group. We had to restructure everything and stop the war. Nothing had worked. In every dimension and timelines war had exploded. I set up and jolted out of the terminal.

I rushed out of the capsule straight to the king. While I was running I’ve opened up all telepathic communication channels with the most respected elders in Ur. This was a temporary opening which I was going to close when everything had stopped. I’ve downloaded to the Volunteer my solution and the response was positive. The corridors were quiet but my rushing heals made echoes. Chamber doors were opened and wise man had also rushed towards the king’s chamber. I’ve opened up a portal for the king himself too. His surprised look had been filled with strange energy. I did not confess my works to him and that I’ve created the army front of his gates, but I’ve sent him all the solution throughout this portal. He made me confirm it with words, because he did not trust the portal as real. He could not believe that something like this can exist. He had questioned me why haven’t I revealed my knowledge to him when I knew how desperately he was searching for magic like this. I’ve told him that it wasn’t his time yet as a ruler, but he had to test himself in hardships.

My lies were smooth as soap in a cold river so he had to believe me because of the short time frame we had. He had given me the permission to open up the portal to Dingir Ilama and her dimension. She had been in the palace with her desirable army in minutes. The king had been aroused and sent us out. He had to possess Dingir Ilama in that moment. Dingir Ilama’s courtesan army and all the wise man were standing from of the gigantic chamber’s double doors eyeing each other hungrily as Dingir Ilama and the king fulfilled their desires. 12 hours had passed in this waiting.

The king was a changed man. He looked now to be ahead of his time like a man from the 21th century. He knew more than any earth human on earth at this stage of his evolution. Dingir Ilama had stood up, her hair was unruly and her eyes were satisfied. Her field of seduction was reduced. I was surprised to see this. She had become the king and the king had become her. This transition had never been seen by me. The other volunteer was taken aback by it also. We had communicated on a closed down channel and agreed on the fact that Earth Humans will be a more powerful planetary society then any system in the multiverse.

Dingir Ilama had opened up the gates of her Dingir dimension. All her girls had seeped through the gates and understood her command. It was her chance to be recognized as worthy human beings for a worthy human cause. The city of Ur had been awakened for this fight. No blood had been drawn by any sword that night. Dingir Ilama had walked through the streets of Ur with her girls of three dimensional realities. Her other girls from Dingir dimension had appeared in every enemy soldier’s dream and had used their unsatisfied male energies to be attracted to them and drew their seeds multiple times in their sleep. This warfare is used only by psychics and witches, and had been practiced by Dingir Ilama ever since -on men with unbalanced male and female energies-. This is their fight against men to discover their dimension. If a man gets too close to Dingir, or fairy or tunder land he will be confronted with the most beautiful and most desirable Dingirs to stop him in his progress and take all his three dimensional powers away by the next morning.

Dingir Ilama safely ventured through the tents and when she had reached the enemy kings’ tent she had opened up all of her knowledge of desire.

The next morning Ur’s army had encircled the northern army with no fear in their eyes.
As each soldier from the north had awakened in a groggy, enervated state, they were already giving up fighting. The northern king’s tent had also opened up and a king with black circles around his eyes walked out. He had seen the destruction of his people. Dingir Ilama had showed it to him, through their overheated lechery. He had ordered his soldiers to put their weapons down but had sent a message to the King of Ur.

He didn’t ask for gold or wealth to give Dingir Ilama back to Ur, but he had asked for me as a ransom.

The king was in a gigantic dilemma. He wanted me and knowledge that I could provide him, but he had also wanted to honor Dingir Ilama and her girls. He had to make a choice by sundown.

And he had made his choice.

I’ve stayed and Dingir Ilama has become a statue and Goddess and her house a temple.

I’ve met her again in 2000 AD. She had lost all of her seductiveness, she had only reincarnated to see me and see me through my transition to become immortal in my Body. But its and other story.

I’ve realized that I don’t have to collect bad karma credits anymore. Humans were more capable to open up dimensions than any of the volunteers had thought. The news of the victory and wealth of Ur had spread fast. Small cities had popped up around the globe in the hope of soul groups to copy Ur. The effort to recreate Ur had stayed with us with the ancient language as urban lifestyle. Ur-ban means In Ur; it’s one of the only Sumerian words that had stayed with humankind throughout the thousands of years.

Since my Ur-ban life I’ve decided to teach powerful souls so they would spread the news of other dimensions and I can search for more of them, hidden within earth’s atmosphere patiently waiting to be awakened.