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.

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.

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.

War Generated Spritual Shield or The Ego Weapon

My name is Attila, and I’m writing to you from the past, present and future realms of Universal alchemy. When you think that when you possess something great or little is an accident you are mistaken. Yes there are so called accidents but even those have a purpose in your further development. When you think Ego is an accident and it’s generated by your past dealings with the world you are not mistaken. But there’s the question why. Always the why. Why is it the ego that we develop with time from the first surprise of the three dimensional world’s imperfections. Not even within a family you can find shelter in 99 percent of incarnations. We are all carriers of genetic codes, codes of hurt, distress fear, hate, jealousy, but also love, passion, humility, searching etc. These genetic codes are not only inherited within our body but they do blossom as we grow older. While we are children we see the imperfections and ballancelessness that this blossoming Ego causes in our parents and in the world around us. So to understand Ego itself we have to dig deep within our own childhood and find the main building blocks where we had first generated this spiritual weapon shield. It’s hard to open those memory receptors, but with fasting and meditation you prepare for a journey to the within. Does it come to you during the meditation? Imagine meditation as a deep disking process of an agricultural land where you turn the soil upside down and burry all the weeds and last year’s roots and stems of your crop. It’s all clean now and ready for next spring. The more you fast the shaper your disk is, the lighter your machine so you don’t press the precious soil down with your huge tires. Fasting helps your process of cleaning in every way. Now the next step is waiting, and to fill up your body with the right nutrition. On the fields this is the winter fermenting within the depth of the soil thanks to you disking. Here comes spring the time of action, the time to join the world and be bombarded by experience. Now everything starts to sprout. In your life, your ego naturally starts to take up its guarding shield as you approach the experience, the living, the three dimensional existence. Is there a better time to study and monitor this process while the sprouts do start to jump out towards the sky? Every experience is a building block and it depends on you, the observer if it will be a crop or a weed. The shield of ego at this process is the hardest veil to see through; you lose objectivity as you build back your shield against experiences. Where is Ego originated from? Why is this: the particular shield that fractured souls take as armor around their light body? Does it help or does it hurt.
During the spiritual wars Earth and Martian humans had developed special weaponry within the spiritual dimension. Ego has been created as armor for hand to hand spiritual combats. Ego had cancelled out the enemy’s approach and also duplicated itself into a negative shield which had been projected onto the enemy’s light body. This negative shield had become the only shield that you could not just throw down after a war. It was like a back ground noise from larger weapons. This shield had been designed to keep in every weapon and not to be able to reach out towards your comrades in arm. It has become an alchemy tube where you had started a battle within, with your own weaponry. To appease the effects most had been forced to jump into three dimensional realms. The effects of spiritual weaponry such as this had been reduced by each incarnation, but of course never subdued enough to be completely open for contact with higher realms. This shield had been burnt into Earth and Martian Human DNA, and must be carried with our light body, soul, spirit, knowing self, etc even if we are against it. The weapons will expire with time, and this also shows the sophistication of the warfare within the spiritual realms. Or rather say the sophistication of Martian weaponry. By stepping into the three dimensional realm you’ve become three dimensional yourself. It means that you are not entirely spiritual so the effects of any weaponry are reduced. In three dimensional existence your brain is shut down so you can’t be aware of your infections from the spiritual worlds, and although our three dimensional bodies are designed similarly to our spiritual bodies, in the three dimensional existence you had a chance of linear time. Linear time gives you an opportunity to work on the effects of the weapons. You are not a super genius, and that helps you to be more methodical, and less intuitive. With pure logic and alleviation you slowly burn out each fuse that is Ego generated. Why wouldn’t it work in the spiritual realms? Because there, you are under constant radiation from old weaponry. Look at the shamans, Buddhas, saints, etc that visit the spiritual dimension. They all talk about the dangers that can take you into an infinite doom. The spiritual dimension is so badly infected for now, that you can only visit it with highly advanced spiritual technology. If you’ve stayed within the spiritual dimension during the war and had tried to solve the effects within your light body you’ve further spread them around. It had worked and works similar to a computer virus. The more you try the more infected your machine will become. This is the only backlash to exist within the time space of the spiritual dimension. You are faster, better and you get the effects spread faster too. In linear time you have the advantage to always rely on 3D experiences and even if you die once in a while you cancel out an effect. With spiritual existence you don’t feel the pain, the hurt, therefore the complicated infections can completely de-humanize you without recognizing it. In 3D existence Ego shields and other spiritual weapon effects dissipate through your own suffering. I’m not saying that suffering is great, but it does jerk out whole chunks of infected DNA. There are also better ways as I’ve mentioned above, such as meditation fasting and experience through analization procedures.
Ego shows that Humans were war loving species stretching through the millenias. I’ve studied ego while I’ve associated with yogis in India during the occupation of Alexander the Great. This technology and its effects are the best understood in India. Naturally, since they were the ones that perfected the first positive Ego shields, with the ability to duplicate the negative ego shield after getting Ego shield blue prints from the Martians. Nobody counted on the backfire. Negative Ego shields were further perfected by Martians to also duplicate in an even more devastating measure. The story would never end about the weapon technology development progress, if humans wouldn’t leave the spiritual dimensions and closed all the gates with gatekeepers that are still standing and asking for passwords form those that want to enter. Yes you can climb a wall to get through, but then who’ll guide you, and what’s the insurance that you won’t get infected? Do you want to visit? Than purify your body and ask for guidance.

Interpretations

Interpretations
My name is Attila and I’ll talk about why it is important to translate energy into understandable logical human language.
It isn’t important if we are talking about the end of three dimensional existences, since that would mean that we are going to transform into pure energy beings. But this is not the case. Earth humans have to understand first that this body is only a vessel, a carrier, a ship, which must resonate within this three dimensional realm for a purpose. Every energy signal per say Human being has a different energy signal but similar resonance. This signal will determine an Earth Human being’s three dimensional manifestations in the future. Higher resonance will produce a stronger signal and will reach into the consciousness levels, therefore that particular Human being’s first degree manifestations will result within spiritual means; in creativity, imagination etc. Lower energy frequencies are naturally worked as material manifestations. The signal is weaker and it’s not to interesting to read, since it is farther from the understanding of the infinite knowledge for the reason that the manifested energy is all solidified within the material realm. But of course we can’t say that this is a negative frequency, we must say that it is a necessary frequency, and it’s only uncomfortable for humans if it’s out of balance. The same is true to higher frequencies. How do you drive your ship into port if your vessel is without a captain other words, if you leave your material existence and responsibilities of earth school and your body behind and you live in a completely different dimension? Then what was the purpose of incarnating in the first place? So since we will live in this material existence for a while because our energy frequencies need schooling we must think of future generations of Earth Humans and we must leave them a manual that would explain to them how the world of energies work, so even if there is an apocalypse, (in case our departure for a longer period o time from earth incarnations) they will know how to operate the delicate machinery of energy. Words are important for the primitive human mind, because at this moment it is the main if not the only means (in most cases) of communication between humans. There are unique cases of communication such as telepathic intercommunication, channeling from the collective consciousness, energy readings, mind readings, and so on and so on.
So now we see that words are important for our next generations to understand how the machinery works. Of course next generations will use the machinery never the less even if they have no clue how it works, but to be able to make improvements, updates, re engineering, they must have a manual of it. To translate energies is the work of those whom are not only able to do this, but to those whose genetic structure is exclusively designed to do it. I could talk about the dark forces throughout history as they had tried to destroy these genes, but since the destruction had committed by human vessels also, how will you override the natural survivor instinct of the vessel if he has the same DNA as the destroyed? Anyways, it’s another story.
If we look at the material world we can understand the importance of interpretation of energy signals, symbols, waves, densities etc. etc. In this three dimensional world where you’ve turned your computer on and you’ve found this writing, or had received these words on a stack of papers from someone’s attic in 2078 then you understand the flow of three dimensional Newtonian energy laws. To be able to read my words, delicate human made machinery had to be operational to deliver my words to you. Without this machinery all you’d have today is a pilgrimage to any of my students and you’d have to rely on their words, which would be just as good. Just look at Socrates. For you to be able to operate these machines, such as computers printers and use electricity to run all of it, you have to have people that understand the flow of three dimensional energy and put this understanding into its works. It takes a human mind to translate and to understand the how, and it takes human hands to make it possible.
With spiritual energies and imagination you must have the same type of researchers and interpreters as three dimensional scientists. Spiritual scientists now have an even more difficult job, since the spiritual world is so widly separated from our material existence that any merge without careful calculations could result in explosions, or at least the destruction of the spiritual scientist. Yes it is like alchemy on another level and it is hard work. To translate and interpret energies for future generations so they can build from your discoveries is not only important but it’s a must. Today anyone can search the internet and build a self sustaining energy producing plant and comfort zone for him or herself. Why? Because it’s been written in an easily understandable language with diagrams, blue prints, and explanations. How will future generations, those whom may have a collective consciousness black out and may' not being able to download and channel from it build their own energy power plants, if there’s no clean interpretation on the how to? Plus with every interpreted word you inject new information into the collective consciousness and now you’ve established a library section for those whom are able to download and channel from it.

Attila, Breathe to live

My name is Attila and my students are only a few. I do not wish to be understood by all means and I’m not interested in fame. If you think of finding me you’ll chase a mirage. If you think of rewarding me or elevate me you’ll find desert and empty memories. My teachings are only manifesting in the minds of sacred students, in those whom really want to learn, and won’t be afraid to lose the illusion of the world surrounding them.
I have traveled through the planes of ego and self analyzation throughout the thousands of years that had been given me as a classroom. I’ve been rewarded by time and the knowledge of time where I will not have to brake my important moments of search with highly energized and strenuous time travels. All my travels happen in moments of time where I may visit gigantic spreads of parallel universes and slower or faster timelines. It’s like reading through a scientific book. All you really need is to catch the depth of the theory and the main points of revelation, or highlights and there you have it. You’ve just cut through all the meaningless research which had taken maybe a lifetime for a scientist to conclude. This is the type of time travel which I encourage to engage in. It’s safe and without attachments. You can even change future events by positive collective consciousness injection through word manifestations.
Time travel as a whole should not be over rated. Its only part of the universe, there are more important works to do, therefore even if you know how to travel the through timelines and dimensions, it will not help you in your self merge, or in your work. The real work is in the now; this is the moment where you are creating your future. With every positive injection into the collective consciousness you’ve gained a positive future within the collective consciousness, with every positive word manifestation, you’ve reached humans to spread the physical third dimensional word and future manifestations. If you’ll learn to control and organize your now, you’ll be able to enjoy your tomorrow’s now. It’s really very simple to do that. All you have to do is to start to eat healthy and this will help you to kick bad habits. No matter how advanced you are your judgment can be clouded with the wrong combination diet and as you are in the struggle to understand your detoxification process, such as anger or high emotion of any sort, you lose the moment’s creative energy, which adds to the elongation of the self merging process. Don’t forget to breathe. Taking fine long breaths can help your detoxification issues. Don’t forget high are tomorrow’s lows and today’s lows are tomorrow’s highs. With controlled breathing you can achieve to step through detox’s side effects and control your self. I’m not talking about to remain an observer, or an almighty Buddha or Jesus like teacher, we are all far from that. I’m talking about to at least help your detoxification procedure with high quantities of oxygen which will help the burning process of the poisons that we had accumulated but pushing out with a raw healthy diet. Breathing is also important to stretch those blood vessels and quicken your higher brain so it can defeat the ups and downs created by the detoxification process. It’s naturally a very hard thing to do, since it requires concentration in every moment of your day, but it will become a habit as you proceed. Breathe!

Attila, Time Travel to 2012

My name is Attila and I know that many people will make money of my words but most of those who’ll read them will use it for good. Lately I had to travel into future dimensions and bring back some treats for healers and scientists. I’ve been kind of pushed for these travels, therefore I had done them in a hurry since my work is mainly located within the now and self merging procedures, so I can be prepared for my work in spiritual mechanics and also work on my language symbol and decoding initiations.
This time my travels had taken me to a so much waited time line in of 2012. Of course I’ve visited 4 different timelines for proofreading, since one dimension is only one view of the same timeline. Timelines in these directions are always depending on gravitational forces and dimension creation starting points. Closer your parallel dimension’s creation point to your own dimension you will have the most similar gravity pull, therefore its future can be almost the same. The further the creation point is you’ll find heavier gravity or lighter gravity. I have travelled into 4 different regions to proofread the 2012 prophecies. The first one had been a very ancient parallel dimension that had been created 89 billion years ago. The second one is the current dimension’s future time of 2012 without alterations, the third one has been created at the moment of my departure, and the fourth one is a dimension that will never exist, since I’ve manifested it with my fears, joys loves and altogether with my present incarnation’s human existence. I’ve searched for a huge shift in human consciousness or disasters or apocalypses in all four dimensions, but nothing had been found. The so called shift had never happened. There was no meteorite, or gigantic tsunami wave, or super volcano eruption. There were no signs of the last days, which had opened up a sacred knowledge about the collective consciousness.
Whomever had started the whistle blow about 2012 had counted on the fast spreading fear about 2012, but had miscalculated earth Human’s experiences within the collective consciousness. Earth Humans do not care about negative news anymore since they have learned that negative news generates negative manifestations. If fear can be injected into the body of collective consciousness then fear will rule the next cycle of collective Human manifestations. There are very powerful individual manifestors. Some doesn’t even know their powers. They can be just a security guard in a high rise building, an illegal alien janitor in the nightshift of a supermarket, a football player in a small town redneck community, a mechanic in San Francisco, which emigrated from Pakistan, an unsuccessful but otherwise happy actress in New York, that cop in Las Vegas with his 45, the French legioner in Africa and his drug dealer in the markets. The Mongolian sports fisherman, and the Chinese minister of interior and so and so and so. These people are connected more strongly to the collective consciousness by genetic defaults or rather evolution then any trained psychic with the highest connection. These simple uneducated men without knowing will decide the faith of your word by catching only grasps of the negative or positive injections by the volunteer leaders of the nations. Depending on their psychological up built they will be receptive to either the negative or the positive. But since Humankind had enough of their leaders’ negative feed they don’t care about negative injections. Of course this is the intention of the volunteer leaders on the long run, to teach Earth Humans how not to be receptive to negative injections. There was no epidemic in 2012; no H1N1 virus had been spread since it was also a test for humankind’s collective consciousness to stand up against. And it had happened. There were no vaccines taken and Earth humans had not given a thought about the media scare of the world Governments about this negative injection to the collective consciousness. People had naturally become immune to diseases by choosing healthier diets and drinking home cleaned water. By 2012 all that had changed was that humans had not given a damn about their governments’ truths and lies anymore. Everyone was doing their own thing and only a small portion of earth dwellers were gullible enough to join any sort of war. Minor wars were of course still present, but it did not affect the evolution of the Human race. So I’ve traveled a bit further into time to see where the closest shift is, and it had happened in 2336. But it’s far for you to think about it yet. Your work is here in the now to prepare for the best tomorrow.

The collective consciousness field creation

My name is Attila and unfortunately I have to talk about the hardships and fights of earth humans between their own kinds. As a collective consciousness earth Humans are resonating on the frequency of love, but because of the sun’s negative effect in the periodic magnetic fields, this conscious togetherness dissipates. The only way this up roaring hate against anything that is created by the background noise such as different religions in different ethnic groups had overshadowed the only rescue place in the spiritual realms where humans could still create together. The collective consciousness of Erath humans had been created by the last Atlantian priest Adtala. How did he escape the last explosion of the Atlantian time bomb, which was set by the Martians? Well everything has a beginning such as aschetizm, fasting prophetism, and yogi existence. Adtala had discovered a new realm in the spiritual fields of the Universe. First it has been just a small tiny fraction of the universe and it’s been only inhabited by a so called text messaging Earth Human population. The ancient text messaging worked as quick word telepathic communication. Not too many humans used language in those days, since every communication had happened in symbolic interpretation in a very fast time space interval. The Ancient language had not been in use in any civilization since the break through 22 billion years ago. Adtala had understood that the spiritual dimension’s war soon will destroy Atlantis and all knowledge that had created by Earth humans. He chose a technique that hasn’t been in use for a few million years to open up the field of collective Human consciousness, since it was protected from the war. Why was it protected? Because collective human consciousness is expanding and being created on the go. Imagine a computer that is always updating itself. The only difference is that collective Human consciousness can also grow more with each discovery or invention as the imagination expands the memory. Collective Human consciousness is like an external hard drive that cannot be infected by any virus, because only imagined, then manifested then uploaded knowledge can be stored. These ways humans are filtering the data arriving from spiritual systems also. Adtala had given humankind this gift back. He had fasted in a cave on an Island that still exists between Africa and Indonesia. He had built a separate shield for himself and for his students. They were living on pure energy that had been created by their own positive manifestations. This place had the highest resonance and the biggest humility on earth. They knew that their work had been unauthorized, since it had to do something with the spiritual realms, therefore they hid their work behind the curtain of light working and healing. Healing with light and universal energies had been the most commonly used and underrated techniques at the last days. Adtala had also given new technology to healing as a byproduct, and this had taken the Angelic authorities off of his back. The Angelic authority had been created by mutated human cell organisms that had been infected in the spiritual wars and could not be born in human flesh. Their thinking and way of life did not differ from any other humans on earth , only in a way, that the mutation had caused them to learn faster, therefore they were trained from birth to be the law on Earth. T
Adtala’s collective consciousness work had stated out with the relearning of the ancient language. All of his students had to learn to speak with their vocal cord and had to learn to close their third eye and shut their pineal gland completely down. These exercises were important since Adtala started to prepare his students to live in a world where they will be blind and will not remember their incarnations. He had showed them how to live as a blind man, in a jungle and to survive. Adtala was a super genius even to Atlantian standards and had been lifted into the realm of beyond-possibilities and infinity. The students had to learn to communicate with words in the space of collective consciousness with word symbols, emotions, dreams, etc. Some needed 30 to 40 years to master these miniature deaths and quick reincarnations to gain understanding about the blind man’s world. The last time bomb had already exploded when these students were still alive and well trained in the arts of blind mastery. Not all of them were able to master all the skills, but most of them had graduated successfully. Those were sent off the island into Earth’s magnetic sun field infected atmosphere. This is where their blindness had paid off. They have become prophets, saints, wise man, philosophers, alchemists and they are today’s scientists and they have become my students in spiritual mechanics technology up till 2077 when they’ve become independent. Adtala had given Earth Humans a race a guiding power for the blind masses in their students. The last seven students that were holding the strings of collective consciousness for their overstretched lifetimes which had been approximately 57 hundred earth year had died on the island in unionism and were reincarnated as wild man in the jungles of Africa. Adtala were lifted into and been assigned for other universes, but his clever creation had helped millions in their path of understanding. I’ve used the collective earth human consciousness countless times to communicate and to change the attitude of a whole continent, but it hasn’t been my primary source of worktable. Collective human consciousness is great for creating harmony in the dogmatic world of religious views. Most prophets and ascetic teachers used it to lift up many from the animal kingdom. It has the greatest use in the 21th century, when information has been multiplied by infinity and seekers doesn’t have time to read, or learn every new product that’s available for earth Humans. Most seekers just plug into the collective consciousness, with different techniques available. The easiest and most ancient is water fasting and meditating. No it doesn’t come as you’d accept it. There’s no burning bush, or talking flashing light or numbers burned into the sky with Sanskrit letters. You sit down and listen, than you speak. When you open your mouth knowledge will pour out of it like a warm river. Your body will resonate physically and you are in a state of all knowing. There’s almost no difference between this state and your everyday state. Not for those that are listening to you. But while you speak the never ending collective consciousness knowing, you are in that dimension which had been created by Adtala and his students from a tiny messaging channel, into the most protected information channel for all Humans. When you speak this knowing there will be no doubt by anyone that you speak the truth, because all humans are connected and you are simply repeating the same that they’ve already known, but could not download. Or you go sit down and write. Of course you’ll create and add to this channel, but the result is the same.
This is the first step in merging with your higher self. The next step is the battle, the battle with the lower self and the uplifting of them. To conjoin with your higher self and learn your highest name you must work with lower selves. There’s no way out of it. Yes you could exist in a dimension where there are flower petals following your every step, but what was the purpose of your suffering on Planet earth if not to help other dimension selves. To step up into the higher self level, you must elevate the lower selves, until you can merge, and there won’t be any selves to talk about, just like in the case of Lars. Infinity speed you my brother.

Artifacts

My name is Attila, and I’m here to write to you. There are so many things that I want to dig into so you would understand the Universe that is around all of us to an even deeper extent.
When Earth Human archeologists are looking for artifacts from Atlantis they find a puzzling emptiness with only a few finds. You can’t understand why it is so empty for you, why there are only a few finds and why aren’t there any more of them to prove the existence of Atlantis other then strange objects and skeletons, some mummies, and Atlantian writings.
As I’ve mentioned before there was a spiritual technology which had caused humans to move from third dimension into the spiritual dimensions and to live there permanently. Although a split had happened into infinite number of dimensions and all Humans that weren’t well grounded in the third dimension were scattered into infinite selves some had remained within the spiritual realms, with the ability to re emerge into third dimensional experimental universes. They are humans, that you’d call spirits today. Some had become negative during the Atlantian Erath periods.
This is the basis of the Atlantian civilization. These spirits had interacted with the Atlantian society which had been in a soft evolutionary conciseness path. Peace and golden age characterized these people. They weren’t populating earth excessively. They were only toddlers in the gigantic Human families of the Infinite dimensions and experimental universes. The interacting highly advanced spirits had assimilated into earth societies, but as the first sun negative magnetic spiritual waves had hit the earth’s surface the whole of this peaceful society had become stirred up as an ants nest. Martians were called in. Earth mother hasn’t allowed any technology on its surface therefore the immigrant spirits had introduced spiritual technology to Earth Humans. Earth human’s surprising ability of manifestation had scared all Humans in all Universes. For some reason Earth Humans were the most powerful manifestators in all the experimental universes. It was raw power that they had displayed. They had moved into spiritual dimensions within a few thousand years which had taken the immigrant human spirits millions of years. The fact that Earth humans were so quick to evolve and that the sun’s negative spiritual rays started to burn through the positive evolution of all Earth dwellers had started hate and jealousy from all sides back and forth. Earth’s three dimensional realms were deserted for a while now. Even Mother Earth had moved into the spiritual density to escape the negative effects of the Sun’s destroying waves. The three dimensional realm had become a sort of night time resort for tourists from earth’s spiritual dimensions. Earth had been deserted for millions of years and only a few families had dared to move back into the ambivalent third dimensional atmosphere. They had manifested only enough tools and spiritual mechanisms to survive and live considerably comfortable under the spiritual shields that had been built to safeguard them from radiation from the sun. Whoever had dared to wonder away from the 10 15 mile radius of the protective shield had been blistered with negative thoughts and hate and could never recover. Most had disappeared forever into the jungles of earth with their blinded conciseness. Today we would call them: “Nobody is perfect” But the shock from perfect idyllic lifestyle to become human by today’s measure had thrown these souls into a peripheral existence. In a way they had been the lucky ones, and those that are today more advanced in understanding infinity and Earth’s real History and its technology than those that had live in comforts of spiritual dimensions.
The war had started between earth humans and the Martian immigrants and the immigrant spirit Humans when Earth mother could not keep her children bound to her bosom anymore. She knew that leaving the third dimension she will also loose their only hope to develop a technology to save herself and her children from certain death. She had stirred a war. This war had created all the spiritual weaponry and more beyond imagination which was enough to blow up many civilizations by the hundredfold. I’ll talk about the exact effect of these weapons and their working methods in another chapter. As the war had possessed earth’s spiritual realm most earth humans had jumped back into third dimensional earth, and also many Martians as refugees. The earth and spiritual weapon manifestations had been transferred into the third dimensional Earth’s atmosphere and which had been outstanding throughout the Universe and unheard of. The quantity of spiritual manifestations had reached the limit of explosion after explosion. Thought patterns, philosophies ancient slowly evolved earth and Martian wisdoms were lost and scattered into billions of pieces. Knowledge had become currency for these humans that were using all of their brain capacities. The worst of all that had happened is that the vortex had imploded and no earth dwellers could travel into the now highly contaminated spiritual dimensions. No more manifestations could take place, neither on Erath nor on mars. The spiritual dimensions were so contaminated that no matter which planet or civilization a human had descended from could not return to those civilizations in their original human forms. Disfigured spirits and disgusting beings had evolved in the war into monstrosities. The cleaning of the spiritual dimension had started by none other than awakened earth humans for the biggest surprise of the whole experiment. It’ll be another chapter on the how.
So Earth had chosen wisely when she had drawn back her children and some extra souls to her third dimensional atmosphere. Although she had been contaminated by the spiritual warfare and its background noise, and she had been badly scarred by the hate that the negative electromagnetic sunray’s had produced, but she had her highly evolved children back. Of course now she only has to wait out that both radiations subside and then her children can fully be awakened from the effect of the weapons.
This is why there are no artifacts, from Atlantis and if there are any, they are scarce and by those who are first generation refugees from the spiritual wars. The second generation usually had devolved into an ape like existence unless they had live in the city of Atlantis which had been fortified by all the scientists, until the last time bomb had been opened. Not even the inverted spiritual shield could save Earth dwellers from total devolution.
And then I’ve incarnated, to battle with my troubles as well as yours.