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The Mayan Connection to Atlantis:
The Truth about the Temple at Chichen Itza.
from the book, Reborn in Time for 2012.
I couldn't help but realize that this time together was coming to a close quickly. I decided to savor all the moments with Ray on the drive over to Chichen Itza.We pulled in a parking lot and soon found out, we had to walk up to a big entrance building to purchase our passes. The really nice thing about this entrance building were the restroom's, something that had become a priority for me on this trip.
We walked up a hill past vendors shouting about their wares and finally into the Plaza with the Pyramid to Kukulcan, another name for Quetzalcoatl. The pyramid was immense with steep steps that towered over the plaza.
A feeling of hurt and anger penetrated my body when I looked at the pyramid. I didn't know why? Ray gently touched my shoulder and said, "This pyramid has a staircase inside, I just overheard some people talking about it. Come on, let's go inside." We stood outside a doorway to the interior walkway. Only a few people at a time were allowed to go in and up the steps. We had to wait a while till other people came out and the guard motioned to us, that we could go in.
Once inside, I was afraid there would not be enough air. I climbed straight up through a highly walled narrow passageway.
At the top of all those steps there was a room with an altar in it. Outside the barred off area there was enough space for about five people. There were bars in front of the Jaguar throne, obviously to keep someone from stealing the jaguar throne as a souvenir. The jaguar altar had a head, a flat back and four legs. It was as high as a dining room table and an altar chair could easily been pulled up to it. The jaguar altar was painted red and it's spots painted in a color of bright blue green. It looked like a sculpted piece of modern art from hundreds of years ago. On it's back sat a turquoise disk where copal incense could have been burned. What was this statue for, I wondered? I decided to ask Ishtar internally. What I heard, I repeated out loud to Ray, and about three other people standing next to me.
"The jaguar throne was used to charge the high priest with energy. This inner sanctuary was a place to put forth-high energy for working out into the world. A repetition of the whole creation cycle with smoke and blood would be done in here. The original jaguar throne was not this piece of painted art deco but it was dipped in pure gold. The gold would strengthen the Priest's energy as he sat, raising his energy in a greater purification. The usage of soundings and toning's would be done to enhance and stimulate the process."
The woman next to me said, "Where did you read that? I didn't find that in the book that I have. Tell me what book and I will buy it."
I looked at her calmly and said, " I didn't read it anywhere. I happen to channel someone from Venus." Ray let out a surprised nasal kind of snort. The woman continued to say to me, "No dear, where is it that you got that information?" I thought, how do you possibly explain this process to someone else? Now wasn't the time to figure it out, especially when my focus was one of fear. I was feeling anxious to get out of there, not being used to closed-in spaces. I couldn't breathe well. I turned, not saying anything and bumped into the others, to make my way quickly back down the steep and narrow steps.
The lack of air made breathing even more difficult as I rushed. The fear must have meant I suffocated in a past life, maybe even this one, with my asthma. I tore down those steps. Once outside, I sat down on the ground to relax. I noticed others looking at me wondering why I came storming out of there. Ray caught up with me and sat and talked to me.
Ray and I explored every where we could, past the ball courts and over to the observatory. We walked for an about an hour and a half.
The Celtic Connection to Atlantis:
The Truth about Crop Circles and Stone Circles.
from the Book, Reborn in Time for 2012..
"What are the stone circles and crop circles about in England and Ireland, even America?"
"That was two questions. I guess your desire to know is sometimes displayed in unsettling eagerness."
"I am sorry, Ishtar. I understand your point, do you want to me to ask the question again?"
"I will answer both this time, because the audience is telepathically telling me they want it. Stone circles were built to do many things. Depending on the time in history or those working with the energy. When humanity was working through the holograph of first earth, second earth, third earth, and fourth earth, humanity did things differently at each of those time periods. Humanity was working with a different ability to use it's function of mind. In earlier times the desire was to awaken the body in order to touch the mind.
Now the work is to awaken the mind to touch into love. The love being the key to power, always.
The stone circles are places that are physical places to do work. Your at a level of mind where you can do the work without them. So now stones that hinge are interesting tourist sites for you today.
The crop circles are also open doorways used as portals for the earth. The earth is singing its transfiguring energy to you. It's drawing messages of old energy into new energy. The planet wants you to awaken your own selves to her physical voice."
"Thank you, Ishtar. You say things so simply, yet in a way that is so very practical for all of us. I believe what you keep saying is the power is in us this life, please awaken to it."
"You are aware because you are aware of what you have been transfiguring lately. That is not true of everyone who would hear my words. I must leave, this body of mine is not used to being the vehicle for so much energy being transmitted through her system. She actually experienced more, because of her free will, than was bargained for. Right now, she definitely needs to stop this kind of overload on her circuitry."
Ishtar was gone after that last statement. Ray gave me a hypnotic suggestion of revitalization upon awakening. It didn't work. I awoke feeling extremely groggy and self conscious. I felt terror move through me, I wanted to escape.
The Egyptian Connection to Atlantis:
The truth on how a snake became a staff.
from the book, Reborn in Time for 2012.
Nebthet was waiting with the same scribe that had been dismissed the night before. I sat and thought a moment about what I would say to get the poison. It would have to be from the House of Death, whose work was dedicated to death, magic, sacrifice and the possibility of bringing back to life that which had not been long dead.
That simple magic I've seen done, many times. I would need a quick and strong poison and a really good reason for it. Truth was, all I needed was gold and secrecy and a person to bribe. I knew the person and I knew the name of the poison.
I knew all hermetic secrets that the priests, even in the House of Life knew. I had studied all of the manuscripts of magic. I had bribed many to learn all of this knowledge. I had to protect myself at all times from my enemies. I had to gain power for myself and then for my people. I even knew how these priests fooled others by creating a staff into a snake the staff was simply a snake who had been drugged stiff. Because of how much sleeping potion they gave it, they knew at what exact moment it would awake. Such a simple feat that mesmerized so many.
The scribe sat cross-legged at my feet waiting for me to begin, his tightly drawn kilt served as a writing desk. He dipped his brush into the ink cake as I dictated very carefully a request for the poison. The ghastly deed completed, it was now time for not just a sponge bath, but a full bath to begin the day. My ladies-in-waiting would not know this bath would be in preparation for my death. The bath required the presence of courtiers and attendants. They were in charge of the cosmetics and the musicians were to be present playing lutes. The bath was just outside my private chambers.
The pool sat under a wooden lattice with grapevines intertwining. The light dappled in, but never intensely enough to burn my body, just warm enough to bathe in. The water was carried from the Nile and emptied and filled each night. But first, I was to be shaved, everywhere. I sat as honey and flour were rolled into a ball and rubbed across my body. A bronze scraper would be used for the stiffer hairs. I was shaven this way every ten days or so plus the top of my head.
When they were done I commanded that wine and fruit be served to me beside the pool. I had no state business to attend to, except my own death. (Hatshepsut recalling her life around 3,000 BC)
Excerpt From the 'recap of Atlantis' section:
The truth on what a pyramid was used for.
From the book Reborn in Time for 2012
"By the time I reached the first chamber, I was in full magician's power. I stopped in that room to breathe. It was a rectangular room with rounded corners and although it had high ceilings, it wasn't very big. I felt empowered as I breathed. I felt confident. I was the highest magician in the land. I walked out of that room to the first sealed door. I stood in front of it, chanting the words that would unlock the seal.
When it opened, my heart thumped at the excitement of the adventure that lay ahead. I walked for a short distance to the second door. At that point I knew I was safe. No one could bother me there. They wouldn't know how to unlock the magical doors. Not even the Council of Twelve or Alatheriza had the ability to open the seals. I said the words and the door opened. YES! I said excitedly to myself.
I was in the northeast corner and about to walk down into a tunnel that descended in a spiral. That walkway acted as a battery to initiate the physical changes. I started the work necessary to transport, chanting as I walked. Before I reached the end of the tunnel...I was gone.
I moved up, up, up, lifted by spiritual sight. I could do nothing but move up, up and out. The air, which always represented mind and thought, spiraled around me. I could feel it.
(Persephone remembering her life in Atlantis over 15,000 years ago)
________________________________________________________________________A Great Story:
I had an e-mail from a mother of a 15 year old girl. The mother asked if I would be interested in her daughter's memory of Atlantis? I said yes, and the mother called on the phone and put her daughter on to talk to me. This 15 year old without ever reading my book or seeing my web site, described the temples, her robe color and her daily life as a scientist in Atlantis. Her mother said to me, "how does she remember that stuff?" and then said, "my daughter in every other way is a typical teenager." I answered that I was the same way. The memories were right there in my consciousness for me to access. I have talked with other people who share similar memories of Atlantis. Way more then you could imagine. I have done numerous group past life regressions and asked the audience to fill in the blanks.
* Then I showed them paintings of what they saw!! People would respond to the different paintings. I saw that, or I saw that and also this. I love hearing the other stories.
This is the only way we are ever going to prove Atlantis existed is from the sharing our memories of it.
So if you have really valid comments, e-mail me.
I only respond to open loving intelligence, otherwise, I have a button called delete.
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