Israel 1960's

My name is Attila and I will talk about a sacred initiation that a very very young master gave me through his love towards my weakness in my emotional evolution.

I was born in 1939 in Berlin -after my death by the SS- to a Danish Jewish family. I was blond and Arian looking. My father had the same complexions, but my mother was truly a Semite. They were both killed in the concentration camps and I’ve escaped by the love of a pure German family whose head was an SS officer. I was raised through the war as an Arian and was hidden from law. I barely remembered my parents. It was true chaos. Being reborn is an inconvenience with immortal memory, because you have to go through all the growth process hormone imbalances and sexual desires, sociological assimilations like every Earth human, but while all this happening you know exactly what you are and where you are headed to. Of course sometimes some things, so called accidents happen. These accidents are part of life and it’s inevitable. As a child you’re better off listening to your assigned parents, if you can’t control your next birth circumstances. I choose a Jewish family again to ease the sufferings of a nation, but it had backfired on me by not existing in the future realms as well, since the big chaos merge weren’t analyzed and fully understood yet. Although my 1939 self had a short taste of time dimension merges of the four timelines of 250000 BC, 1939 AD. 1965 AD and 2077 AD, but I had no idea how or which way to process it. I needed a way shower whom could guide me through the sacred initiation of understanding my self merges. I knew only a few volunteers by location at the time, but I knew that they were struggling with the same problem as well.

I was a young Adult when I could finally travel to Israel by my free will. By that time Israel had already been established and many children grew up in the State of hatred anything that wasn’t Jewish. I was blond and beautiful. I had a German name which sounded like a Tibetan bell in a female Buddhist temple. I was wondering the streets of Tel Aviv when I’ve realized I’ve never been inside of a synagogue in this incarnation. I knew the Torah like one knows its palm, but I haven’t practiced the commandments that my blood and genes were also commanding to me as a Jewish descend. I wanted to go into a synagogue and I’ve chose one where many young ones congregated, because I wanted to blend in I wanted to be unnoticeable, which was hard because of my attractiveness and blond hair. In the congregation there were only a few similar looking young ones. I’ve slipped in and joined a group of conversing youth, and tried to become unnoticed by the rabbi when one of the kids a very handsome one of possibly Kazakh origins had turned towards me and with hate in his eyes loudly addressed me so all of the young ones could hear him. He had called me a none Jew, and he had claimed to remember me as the privileged son of an SS officer. I was stunned. How could he know this? So I’ve quietly told him that I am as much of a Jew as him, but he had called me a Nazi at last. It was a challenge and to avoid further stir and to get the attention of the rabbi I had to act like a young man of my age. I had to answer the challenge and I had shoved him to the coat hangers and I’ve asked him if he had ever heard of the lost tribe of Dan, and does he have an idea about his origins at all, because if not, he’s better learn his history. This half aggressive act with educated words had assimilated me in a second. Most of the young ones turned their energies towards me and asked me my name with welcoming smiles. I’ve told them. I’ve heard the girls to stir and their whispers had reached my ears. I’ve been accepted.

As I’ve walked towards the exit door someone had gently grabbed my arm. I knew this touch. I had no idea from where, but I knew that whoever had grabbed my arm was an old teacher from beyond the Infinity experiments. Without looking at each other we had already changed information about ourselves. It was a second I knew that it was him that I had instinctively searched for. Throughout the 250000 years of incarnation after incarnation process I had learned that I had to let go my knowledge of everything so that the Universe itself would guide me to the right direction. That was the reason I’ve accepted that I had to go to Israel in 1961.
He was the twin of the obnoxious Kazakh. There are no words that could describe the love that this grand creator showed me just with that first touch. My scattered and chaotic moments were gone just by his presence. I’ve turned towards him and he had started to talk with a human language. I don’t remember now if it was English or German, or Hebrew. He only spoke with the lazy tone of a young adult to scatter all suspicions of our telepathic communication. I knew how to react, and it was the newly elected Alpha male’s kind mildly interesting tone that I had used, especially to divert the attention of the overly sensitive young female gathering that was analyzing me with undoubted intentions as pray.

Our conversation had led us out of their radar while we had talked ourselves out of the synagogue. Than we could quit the unnecessary talk and switch back to inter dimensional symbol reading and interpretation telepathic communication. He had led me to the Israeli Border where the patrols were driving by in every half an hour and he showed me an orchard. It was fenced between the border lines. But then I’ve noticed that he was showing me a particular tree with red fruit. I know that I had to eat from it to be able to go through the initiation procedure. I ate it.

Immediately I was thrown into a deep tower which had been built in an underground system. It has been build according to the recalculated golden mean ratio. What is recalculated golden mean ratio? Our Universe had been built on the golden mean ratio, and it’s the ratio that is pleasing to any perception. The recalculated Golden mean ratio is designed to cause distraction in a way that the initiated must face his fear of the unknown the unpleasant. I’ve worked with recalculated golden mean ratios during my Egyptian years, but had never encountered such a recalculation before. All seemed chaotic to me. I lay in a cold pool of yellowish gel like liquid and was looking upward into suffering. All of my suffering had been redesigned by the recalculation in this custom designed tower. All pain and hurt had resonated through and through me. I had been laying there for 34 hundred years, before I could form my first question. With suffering you don’t ask just try to learn without the question. It does work, but a well placed question is the first sign that you know the answer already, since you are asking about your own answer. I had awakened from my sufferings and walked up the chaotically designed inverted stairs to get to a room where my friend were sitting for 34 hundred years watching me with loving eyes from behind a light view. This was my question: “But why?”

He had motioned with clear symbology that I must lay back into the pool to fully understand. And I did. I still lay there.

Naturally the answer to why is infinite. Never ends. As soon as you can push through the why and you can push through the answer you will become like my friend. You can live beyond the experimental infinite universe, to live as such a Human being that not even I can understand, only Lars from the seven awakened ones that had ever made the complete journey from the beginning of time to without-time-infinity and beyond.