New Maps of Ascension – Part 1/4 – Steve Beckow @ Golden Age of Gaia

Samadhi Painting Opening to Light by Christina Gage @ Fine Art America


New Maps of Ascension – Part 1/4

This four-part series features some detailed and helpful discussions from Archangel Michael of what Ascension as a process will be like and what will result.

From Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Sept. 21, 2015.

Steve: Some people are thinking that if a person ascends they don’t come back. If they go to the Fifth, then they’re in the Fifth. They’re not in the Fourth so they don’t have anything more to do. They’re gone.

AAM: That is incorrect.

Steve: Okay, maybe you could address that? I’m sure there are people who want to know about that.

AAM: First of all, many, many of you are already in the Fifth Dimension and have been for some time. Some of you are in the Seventh. Many of you are in the Sixth. You are in the process of shifting. (1)

What you want it to be is a new room, a new closed door. But the reality is that you are flowing back and forth, that you are in movement because you have committed to assist all of humanity.

So are you in a different, what you would think of, as mindset, heart set? Existing in a different dimensional reality that allows clearer flow? Yes.

But it does not eliminate the other dimensions. That would be [restrictive]. And that is not the intention of the Mother’s creation of this planet. It is that you do experience all of the dimensions.

You anchor with Gaia. And many of you are already there. But it does not mean that you have forgotten or you choose never to visit the other realities. It does not mean that you are not aware of the beings of humanity that are still clinging to the old Third that has long since evaporated.

You are thinking of yourselves as unidimensional [rather than multidimensional]. And you are still thinking of it in terms of a hierarchy [rather than a circle]. That is incorrect.

Steve: So it is different environments like Beauty (Tenth Dimension) and Mastery (Eleventh Dimension) and Unity (Twelfth Dimension) …

AAM: That is correct.

Steve: … And different experiences.

AAM: … Different experiences, certainly a broader realm of talents and capacities because the energy is not restricted. But it does not mean that you are stuck anywhere!

Steve: Well, on the other side [i.e., the afterlife], a person that resonates in the Astral Plane cannot go to the Buddhic Plane, for instance, without protection. You just don’t walk onto the Causal Plane or the Mental Plane.

Now isn’t it the same case here that a Fourth-Dimensional person cannot just go to the Seventh Dimension and reside there for any length of time?

AAM: That is correct but what you are doing is preparing yourself, expanding your reality, expanding your transformative heart, expanding your understanding of unity, of joy, of bliss, to truly be able to hold and absorb and experience the energies of the other dimensions. So you are expanding and growing into it.

Steve: Is this new? Is the realm that we’re building and taking our physical bodies with us to altogether new?

AAM: Yes, it is brand new.

Steve: … Brand new, and the rules have changed?

AAM: That is correct.

Steve: Okay, we must have another discussion about that on another occasion. I wonder if it will be appropriate to talk to Sanat about that on An Hour with an Angel.

AAM: Yes, it will be very appropriate.

(Continued in Part 2, tomorrow.)


(1) Matthew Ward has said:

“Although Earth and all of her residents are in fourth density location-wise, the majority of the populace still is within third density awareness-wise.”  (Matthew’s Message, October 19, 2014, at

I have found that I may be feeling and thinking in Third Dimensionality, but the outside world is in Fourth. When I feel into one of my emotions, it quickly disappears showing that only my mind seems to be in the Third. The outer world seems to be in the Fourth. There is still more waking up that needs to occur.


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Being Master of Your Mind & Guardian of your Heart – Suzanne Lie

FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 2018

Being Master of Your Mind & Guardian of your Heart–Arcturians through Sue Lie


Being the Master of your Mind and the Guardian of your Heart.

The Arcturians through Sue Lie

In order to be the MASTER of your Mind

you must also be the GUARDIAN of your Heart

In other words, once your consciousness expands enough to sense the fifth dimensional energy fields, you will begin to leave the “time and space” of the third and fourth dimensions. Fortunately, the more you are the master of your mind, the more you are the guardian of your heart.

Your HEART may wish to stay on Earth and assist dear Gaia, and your MIND remembers the promise you made before you took this incarnation to assist Gaia with Her planetary ascension.

We Arcturians realize that you may need some definitions in order to understand this message. However, the meanings of: “Master, Mind, Guardian, and Heart” change with each incarnation, reality, and dimension.

You see, dear grounded ones, YOU are greatly changing, as is your entire planet.

Please remember that just as “the darkest night is just before dawn,” there is a “dark night” between each frequency of  your consciousness. This “darkest night” is your personal initiation that your Higher SELF prepared for your physical and astral self so that you would continue to grow and change as your moved along your earthly incarnation.

Within your “Dark Night of the Soul,” you will be called on to confront ALL of the many incarnations you have taken on Earth. You do not need to remember them all because you can unconditionally love and unconditionally forgiveALL the incarnations that you have ever taken on ascending Gaia – without remembering each individual life.

We say “ascending Gaia” because YOU came to Gaia to assist Her with Her Planetary Ascension. In order for you to assist Gaia with Her transmutation into Fifth Dimensional Earth, you will need to confront and live the great challenge of your personal transition from your third dimensional, physical self and your fourth dimensional, astral self into your fifth dimensional, Lightbody SELF.

This process begins, and continues, as you remember how to “BE the Master of your Mind,”so that you can “BE the Guardian of your Heart.”Conversely, in order to BE the Guardian of your Heart, you must also be the Master of your Mind.

This situation is an ongoing circle from your physical self to your Higher Self, then back to another incarnation of your physical self,  and then back to your Higher Self. In some incarnations your “Higher SELF” is your fourth dimensional Astral Self.

In fact, you will likely move back and forth from your physical self to your astral self, as you take an earth vessel, the earth vessel “dies,” you move into the fourth dimension to “debrief that life,” and then take another earth vessel on the third dimension.

However, in some of your incarnations you begin to remember that there is more than the fourth dimensional Astral Plane. It is in these incarnations that your challenge is to remember that there is a world beyond your physical reality. This “world beyond the third dimensional physical world is the fourth dimensional Astral Plane.”

Eventually, as your consciousness expands closer and closer to the “Threshold to the Fifth Dimensional frequency of reality,” you will know that you are becoming the Master of your Mind and the Guardian of your Heart.

Fortunately for Gaia, humanity is becoming more and more able to communicate with higher and higher frequencies of reality. However, to continue with this journey into ascension, you will need to focus your mind so that you can better LISTEN to the language of YOUR hearts.”

It is in that NOW that you will begin to expand your consciousness beyond the third/fourth dimensional limitations of “time and space,” “cause and effect,” and “sequences of changes.”

However, if you make this choice to expand your consciousness, and it is a choice, you will be called on to learn/remember that in order to accelerate the frequency of your consciousness into your fifth dimensional expression of SELF, your third and fourth dimensional consciousness must be trained to function within the HERE and the NOW.

Eventually, if you deeply focus your Mind and listen to your Heart, you will learn/remember “The Language of your Heart.”The language of your heart is based on your emotions, primarily the emotion of love.

However, there are many versions of love, which are based on the frequency of your consciousness as well as the true intentionof the love that you are holding within your aura and/or sharing with others

At athird dimensional Physical level– LOVE is an emotion.

At afourth dimensional Astral level– LOVE is a feeling that engulfs your entire being.

At a fifth dimensional Lightbody level – LOVE is All That IS!

To begin your journey up the spectrum of love, you will need to remember:

Howyou summon your Higher SELF

Howyou communicate with your Higher SELF

Howyou can communicate with your Higher SELF, so that you can remember the    “service to others” that you chose to give before you took this embodiment

Howyou can center yourself so that you can channel your Higher SELF

Howyou communicate with your Higher SELF to remember the “service to others” that you chose to give before you took this embodiment

Howyou channel your Higher SELF to assist others

Howyour Higher SELF reminds you to send your Unconditional Love into the Heart of Gaia, as well as into Gaia’s Earth, Air, Fire, Water and ALL the beings that life on or in Her Planetary Body.

As you give these services to Gaia and Her humanity, you will “remember/learn” more and more about your Multidimensional SELF. Within this process of remembering your Multidimensional SELF, you will also remember more and more about the reason why you took this specific incarnation.

This information is best received from your own Higher SELF. Please remember that when you communicate with, and/or listen to, your Higher SELF, there is a certainfeelingthat reminds you of the familiar relationship that you have always felt for, and received from, your Higher SELF.

In your Earth incarnations, as you have had many incarnations that were NOT on Gaia, there is a familiarity that goes back to the moment when your energy field entered your infant body. Then, as you “grew up” and moved through your life, this familiarity returned whenever the portal between your physical self and your multidimensional self opened.

Whenever this invisible portal opened, your Higher Dimensional SELF could more easily communicate with your physical self. When these communications occur, you may not see or hear your Higher SELF, but you will be able to ‘feel’ your Higher SELF.

Then, as you move through life, any time you begin to “leave your physical body” due to illness, injury, accident, a near death experience, or a deep meditation, there is a NOW in which you may remember something, anything, about the moment in which you entered your body at the moment of your first breath.

It is your first breath that connects your Higher SELF with your physical body. Then, as your third dimensional physical consciousness, and your fourth dimensional astral consciousness, fully accepts and integrates your expanded fourth dimensional consciousness, you will, suddenly or slowly, begin to remember your fifth dimensional consciousness.

It is these higher frequencies of consciousness that give you the desire, the need, the urgency, to remember more about the different expressions of your Multidimensional SELF that you have experienced during your many incarnations on Earth.

Your first breath marks your desire to wear, yet another, earth vessel. Of course, once you are wearing that third dimensional form, you often forget who your really are and where you came from.

As a child, your “imagination,” which is actually your “memory,” is forefront in your mind and alive within your emotions. Unfortunately, as you “mature” many of you release “your childish imagination” and accept the “fact” that YOU are justyour physical body.

It is then that you BECOME your body, and far too often, you forget your higher dimensional SELF who entered that 3D form in order to assist Gaia with Her planetary ascension.

Before you decided to that “first breath” within your physical body, you were still in the process of remembering the other human first breathsyou had taken. All these incarnations flashed past your awareness during that moment of decision to take another 3D embodiment.

You also remembered that, most likely, you will forget your Multidimensional SELF, your Galactic SELF, as well as all the memories of the other third, fourth, and fifth  dimensional lives of your Multidimensional SELF.

It is the ensuing forgetfulness of your true Multidimensional SELF that makes some of you pause before you take that first, third dimensional, breath.

Some of you have asked to be over-lighted by your Higher SELF for as long as, and as often as, it was possible in that particular incarnation. What we mean by this statement is that you are ALL are ALWAYS over-lighted by your Higher SELF, but far too many of you will forget!

Some of you have requested that your Higher SELF assist you to remember that you ARE your Higher SELF. These are the ones who are more likely to remember that you are in Constant Connection with your Higher SELF throughout your entire physical incarnation.

This seems like a wise request while wearing your fifth dimensional Lightbody in the higher dimensions. However, most of you who made that request have forgotten what a “high price” you might have to pay to be so very different from all, or most of  the humans around you.”

In Gaia’s earlier times, as well as within this NOW in some societies, those who remembered their Higher Self and KNEW that they WERE their Higher Selves were imprisoned, tortured and killed for daring to think they were “better than” the third dimensional humans of that era.

Therefore, some of you chose to forget your Higher Self so that you could focus on whatever Earth karma, or Earth life that you would have in order to assist the evolution of humanity. This evolution was very slow and riddled with many wars and “power over other beings” who came to Earth to “take over.”

Fortunately, more and more humans are choosing to take a body in order to assist Gaia with Her process of Planetary Ascension. These are the humans who are NOW awakening enough that they can perceive and acceptthe higher dimensional realities, as well as a higher dimensional expressions of their own Multidimensional SELF.

It is in that manner that they can fulfill the mission that they took for this incarnation. Once they realize that they have made a deep connection with their Higher SELF and the Higher Dimensions, they are able to receive important information from their Higher SELF.

With the dedication to assist others, as well as to assist Gaia, more and more of humanity are clearing their old karma at a young age. In this manner they can remember and engage in their chosen Mission while you are still quite young.

In fact, whether they realize it or not, more and more humans of all ages are suddenly, or slowly, beginning and/or continuing their ongoing communication with their Higher SELF.

Of course, ALL of youARE your Higher SELF, and this fifth dimensional frequency of your earth vessel rests inside the base of your spine awaiting the Awakening and Rising of your Kundalini.

When the Kundalini awakens, it courses up your spine to activate ALL your chakras. Then, your Heart, your High Heart, and your Mind can gradually, or quickly, activate the 98% of your higher states of consciousnessthat has been awaiting your full awakening to your true Multidimensional SELF.

It is then that YOU ARE your Higher SELF.

It is then that you become the Master of your Mind, and the Guardian of your Heart!


We are the Arcturians and ALL your Galactic Family.

If you wish to communicate with us, just “call us.”

We WILL answer!

Posted by Suzanne Lie at 1:53 PM  



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Divine Circle, Sacred Spiral – Steve Beckow @ Golden Age of Gaia

Golden Fractal Spiral Artwork by Matthias Hauser @ Fine Art America


Divine Circle, Sacred Spiral

Archangel Michael referred to a “sacred spiral” in a reading once:

“When you feel fully connected, nurtured, with Gaia, then allow yourself to go up the sacred spiral to the place of unity, of One, to the heart of all.” (1)

It triggered the memory for me of another sacred spiral which I saw once in a vision experience on Feb. 13, 1987.  I’d like to describe the significance of that sacred spiral for me.

I saw a small golden star go in a divine circle from God to God, from the Father to the Father – to use their own terminology – via the Mother back to the Father again.

I had an eight-second vision that was removed from time. (2)

Immediately upon gazing upon the figures in my vision – the Father, the Mother, and the Child or Self – I was immersed in bliss. And this bliss – this Comforter Spirit – allowed me to “know all things.”

That sounds a bit funny. What does it mean? When I looked at something, I immediately and intuitively knew what it was.

I knew the small golden star was the Self or Child of God. I knew that the big golden sun from which it had come was the God the Father. And I knew that the hazy cloud in which the golden star travelled was the Holy Spirit or God the Mother.

The knowledge was immediately available to me whereas it had not been available before.

I watched the Child of God or Self travel the entire journey from God to God. Jesus once referred to it very generically:

“I came forth from the Father, and am come into the world: again, I leave the world, and go to the Father.” (3)

That’s it in a nutshell. (4)

We come from the Father out into the world of matter, mater, Mother, and graduate from here through enlightenment, going thereafter back to the Father.

That’s the circle, the arc.

But I also had the capability of zeroing in on whatever process I wanted. So I looked more closely at the progress of the individual soul I was watching. That golden star of Light had now dimmed because it was encased in matter as it travelled through the Mother’s domain.

As it went through lifetimes in the world, which were represented by the translucent tubes through which it was journeying, I saw that the tubes were actually spirals like the outer casing of an electrical cable.

The afterglow from the experience lasted three days before I was called back to Earth, so to speak.

I only later came to know the secret of the spirals.

They point to this: We are subject to the law of karma in the Third/Fourth Dimension. So we keep coming back to the same karmic situations that remain unlearned but we do so at higher and higher levels. What that looks like at ground level is this:

There’s that old sine wave again, patterned on the Mother’s Breath (Aum).

We progress and yet keep coming back to the same point, but at a higher level: That describes a sine wave, a recurring pattern in our lives. It also describes the Mother’s creation, preservation, transformation cycle, the pattern of our breath, etc.

So the sacred spiral – for me –  describes how we move forward through lifetime after lifetime but return to unlearned karmic situations until they’re learned. This spiral  is added to and modifies the sacred arc that sees us journey from God to God.

That tableau for me explained the purpose of life – to travel from God out into the world and learn our true identity. That true identity is God.


(1) Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow, Nov. 11, 2011.

(2) How do I know? Because I was traveling in my car at the time through an area of town I knew well and when I emerged from the vision the car had not moved an inch. Eight seconds out of time.

(3) John 16:28.

(4) Except it’s also a declaration by Jesus of his avatarhood.  We are ascenders; but Jesus was a descender, a descent of God or Avatar. He came from God very directly. We came from God as well, in the beginning, but now we’re ascenders, ascending back to God.

All Jesus’ parables have multiple levels of meaning. This is only one meaning one can deduce from his statement.


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Action the creator – Alohim

Action the creator 💎💙..••**••..••
And not in vain shall my voice fade from words.
For my words are but a shadow amongst the illusion of a primal existence.
For words scribed by lips pursed aren’t truth of heart.
Because love has no truth, only desire.
A desire which yearns from the depths of shadow to turn darkness into light.
And only in silence from words and in darkness from light can the voice of truth’s whisper be heard


From an early age I knew my past lives, Star Family and much more. I knew this body was a vehicle and a container and ‘remembered’. Everything happens for a reason as we know and without this understanding I wouldn’t be able to relate with such compassion. As a Light Worker I’ve spent the last few years healing myself & others through meditation, movement and solitude, expressing Energy & Light through different avenues with particular emphasis on third world countries. We are all magical Beings here for a wonderful purpose.

‘Diary of a Yogi’ Chapter 1 – Samye by Altair Shyam

This portrait by Gottfried Lindauer is of Tūhoto Ariki, a renowned  Tohunga of the Tūhourangi people in Rotorua. Tūhoto was a tohunga ahurewa, a priestly expert. The Encyclopedia of New Zealand.


Hi everyone, I am working on publishing my new book ‘Diary of a Yogi’. I would love you to help me by reading it as I go and giving me constructive comments. Here is the first chapter, ‘Samye’. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Samye

Mary pressed her jade cross close to her heart and moved through the brightening morning, taking care to keep to the trees out of sight of the early morning workers. It was surprisingly quiet. The three lines of apple trees that were heavily laden with fruit ran the length of the orchard and caught the rising sun glistening on their dew as if they were dressing themselves to get ready for the first pickers. She caught a glimpse of the Tohunga from afar, walking towards her in the light of the morning. Mary reached for an apple and looked back the other way, avoiding the glare and stepped back along the path beside the tallest tree. That way was still in the gloom and decorated with the golden lanterns inset with tiny silver candles whose flames flickered in the early morning breeze. The seats along that path were oak, not pine, and reserved for special guests who loved to stop and sip the home-made apple cider.
Mary stopped beside the first bench and touched the wood gently. It gave off an amiable scent and a warmth like a friend beckoning her to sit with them.
“Everything will be ok” she whispered to herself.
She had encountered Tohungas or Elders before and knew they were able to shift form and travel across worlds if they wished. It was just as her grandmother had said, just like the stories she had been told.
“She only wanted a minute,” she reminded herself. “It can’t be that bad. Stop worrying.”
But Mary held the jade cross tighter against her chest. She strode ahead down the path and through the open door to the packing shed at the other end of the orchard.

Jade Green Cross @ Overstock.

“No one here” she said, ignoring the sign that said ‘Wipe your feet’. “Thank goodness for that.”
Settling herself on one of the old packing crates just inside the door to steady her nerves, Mary’s eyes darted back and forth along the walls of the shed and out through the door. The only light came from the sun which settled quietly on an old beaten Crucifix that hung on the wall above an equally old advertisement for the orchard’s gala apples which the owner prided herself on. Mary had lived most of her life in the Far North, so this working holiday in Nelson was a rare foray into the liberty of southern charm. She had never been away from home before and never met an Elder. That was a meeting reserved for more distinguished people than herself she thought.
She stood up and looked around.
The light moved and settled on her shoulder.
“Can I go now?” She was talking out loud to St. Anthony. Whenever she was in trouble or worried she would ask him for help.
She felt a warmth extend out from her heart as if the saint had placed his hands there.
“Ok Ok,” she took a deep breath.
The room was big enough, with a pool table in one corner for smoko time. The ash tray at one end was littered with cigarettes. Along one wall was a stack of crates for packing, stored about five high. A jar with drooping violets and chrysanthemums needed changing, its water browned with hints of green mould in the sides.
“They could do with a clean” she said under her breath.
She sat on an old leather armchair filled with newspapers which crackled as she sat. She pulled her legs up and hugged her knees to look at the last wall, the one adjacent to the door. There were family portraits, going way back in the owner’s history, showing at the far end a fierce warrior wearing a long feathered cloak, with tattoos covering nearly all his body. He stared at her with mana and authority, powers she felt she didn’t possess.
“What are you looking at?” she said in response but before she could wonder if those eyes really saw anything at all there was a shuffle of feet wiping themselves on the mat outside the door.
She shrank down in the armchair and wished she could disappear. She couldn’t hide but she could be quiet. Very very quiet.
The light seemed to change in the room as a woman entered. Mary was dazzled for a moment so could only focus on the woman’s legs and bare feet. Slowly she could make out an outline. She was very small, Mary thought.
Then a deep voice boomed, interrupting her thoughts, “KIa ora. Hello Mary. My name is Alice.”
It was the Tohunga. Mary held her breath, not daring to move. She swore she could see another figure beside Alice, but shook her head, thinking it must be her imagination.
“How do you know my name?” whispered Mary. The voice was small and didn’t even sound like hers and shook a little.
“I expect you will understand all that in due course.”
Mary just nodded.
“And you’ve brought the future for me?” smiled Alice, reaching out to take one of Mary’s hands.
“Yes, well…er, no, I didn’t know exactly why we were meeting. You did say it wouldn’t be for long.”
“That’s right, just a minute in your time…”
“A minute in my time?” Mary could feel the old woman’s grip tighten around her own.
Mary bent slightly trying to wrest her wrist free from Alice’s grasp although she was curious about what the Elder could see in her hands.
Mary watched as Alice began to trace the lines of her palm slowly and gracefully, as if Alice were writing on water. Alice must have been in her seventies but her movements belied that fact and were nimble and light. As Alice continued tracing, Mary’s vision became hazy and she became aware as she had done before that there seemed to be a second figure in the room, that separated out from Alice and settled just next to her right shoulder.
Mary was tense with anxiety. She was scared of bats and birds and crowded elevators so having such strange forces so close was both exciting and terribly unnerving.
“W…wh…who?” she stammered but Alice seemed to have anticipated her question already.
“Your son,” said Alice.
Of all the things Alice could have said, this shocked Mary the most because at just 16 years old and at a private girls boarding school she had been kept as far away from boys and men as her mother thought humanly possible. The thought of a son had never entered her mind until right now.
“Would you like to see what will happen to him? He has a very fortunate future if you can help him make it into one.”
A great fear was welling up inside Mary. Alice was said to be involved in magical arts with charms and spells and her father Hupini was reputed to be a wizard, a great medicine man with powers in makutu or the black arts. He had secrets beyond normal humans and could kill an enemy at a distance simply by projection of his will. Mary was scared that if she got caught up in this that something awful might happen to her.
What she saw next however completely banished all fear from her mind.

Jokhang Temple Tibet – SD Rights Managed

Alice took some toe toe grass from her pocket and rubbed it on Mary’s palm. Then she began to chant a prayer, a Karakia, mumbling in low soft tones that Mary could not understand.
As Alice spoke, continuing to rub deeper now, the grass turned into a white powder that filled the lines on Mary’s palm. The palm became a lattice of thin white flowing streams across a lush pink land in front of Mary’s eyes. Alice cupped Mary’s hand in her own and poured the thin streams of powder into her own palm before releasing her grip on Mary. Alice then stirred the magical streams of powder in her hand with her other finger until they all dissolved into one miniature ocean in the valley of her palm. It was this alchemical mixture that she threw up into mid-air and all over Mary.
Mary gave a shudder as the umbrella of water descended onto her, feeling for all the world as if a puddle had been dropped on her from heaven above. Alice mumbled one more word before turning and leaving from the door she had entered by and gesturing for Mary to follow.
Mary was dumbfounded. Her thoughts were racing. What had she really seen? Was she bewitched? Where was Alice going?
“Wait!” she called but it came out like a croak.
As she spoke there was the sound of shouting, a clamor, steadily rising into a battle cry from the far end of the orchard. And the sound of bells. A terrible sound, not like the sound of a bell calling people to church but the sound of many bells clanging as they were bludgeoned to death.
“Just a minute in my time…” said Mary. “I thought we had more time than that.”
For although she was swift to the door, Alice had vanished, and in her place was a scene of devastation.
The door, the one the Elder had entered and left by, now opened onto a horizon torn ragged by dense mottled brown mountains.
The Light grew more intense. The hidden veils trembled and parted and unfolded above her and to left and right like curtains drawn back against time. The arcs swirled around her increasing in brilliance and magnificence right across the horizon touching the lips of the sky itself. She could hear the hiss and fiery bellows of vast unimaginable forces forging weapons for battle.
“Soldiers!” came a cry, not in her own tongue but in a language and voice that was both strange and yet familiar and she knew with a mixture of joy and trepidation that it was mouthed by her son.
Suddenly a heavy hand knocked her forward and she lost her breath and could only lean over and pant and gasp as bullets rang overhead ricocheting off prayer bells. The thick whitewashed mud brick walls of the monastery were no defense. She was standing in the eggshell colored sands of the main courtyard in front of the main temple of the monastery.

Tibetan Gentian Flower

“Impossible!” she thought in vain as another round of artillery fire clattered off the already heavily damaged doors of the temple’s central gate.
Voices barked severe orders in strained voices. The monks around her were clearly trained for fighting as they moved into a defensive formation but they were hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned by the soldiers pouring through into the temple grounds from the streets beyond. Soldiers that were heavily armed against the monks, many who only wielded farming implements and short kitchen knives. The monks could only fight at close range and so they waited, vulnerable to snipers and attacks from the air. Though the monks exploded with fury when the soldiers came closer, so many fell, wasted lives and helpless victims in a rebellion that was not of their choosing.
Mary was dragged back inside the temple gates and crouched low inside against the thick wooden doors with their beautiful brass ornaments. An arcade swept along the interior wall alive with ancient pictures of many Buddhas. Painted in extraordinary detail with flower petals that gently melded together and Buddha’s robes folding so precisely and intricately, Mary watched in horror as the first wave of Chinese soldiers defaced the frescoes as they ran past, gouging and hacking the faces of every Buddha from the plaster.
Mary looked up at the sky and gasped as fire burst from the air and artillery shells smashed into the columned prayer and chanting hall. The hall faced a huge altar of Buddhist symbols flanked by eight towering gold painted images of the Buddha. Tiny yellow flames in front of each statue flickered and then died out as if signaling the death knell of the heart of the temple, as the innumerable brass bowls brimming with cloudy yak butter were pitched and tossed into the carnage. The thick sweet scent was mixed with blood and the toxic fumes of the spent artillery shells hanging heavy in the dim light.
If she thought she had time to get her bearings she was mistaken, as another shell burst through the wall on the opposite side of the courtyard and opened to a vista of squat stark low stone buildings. Sporadic leafless trees skewering the landscape burst into flames as the soldiers passed.
In the direction the shell had come from Mary saw many platoons of soldiers coming to join the ones already looting the temple, and in the radiance of the Light she was tugged headlong out of the fray and over a bridge where she saw her son. She heard a sound that struck her heart with dread. A terrifying scream. Her son. The soldiers, standing in formation to block any exit from the bridge, had opened fire.
As Mary watched a bright line marked the track of the bullet that pierced her son’s heart. He pitched off the side of the bridge and fell into the river below and was borne away. The soldiers were following so quickly that they swept past her as if she was a ghost. Their real target was the temple at the center of the monastery. They ran straight on without hesitating or turning to the side.
More artillery shells flew overhead ripping straight through the remaining walls and devastating the enclosure within.
None of this mattered to Mary. The Light was becoming transparent and the veil between her own time and that horrid memory was thinning. Her heart felt like stone and her body was heavy. Little figures were running through the monastery, as bodies tottered and ran and were cut down in flames. The temple was a mass of twisted wood and metal, a pall of smoke rising from its centre.
The bridge clearly felt the weight of the carnage and creaked, cracked and then collapsed into the river after her son.
Mary was no longer on the bridge, but she wasn’t in the river either.
“Goodbye my son,” she said although she didn’t know where the words came from, it could have been an older Mary that was speaking. “I have to go back across now, but I will find you, again.”
Her heart thumping painfully with love Mary turned away and flew up, and reaching out felt a hand, the Elder, encouraging her onward.
“That is where your son will die, 17 years from now in 1959, on the bridge across the River Tsangpo to the Samye Monastery in Tibet.”


Anna Goncharenko (1959) Bardo Thödol, Tibetan Book of the Dead @ Catawiki

There was a loud crash as the last remnants of that horrid scene below fell into an abyss.
Mary was floating, perfectly still. She looked down and found her body, lying prone, in the sunlight of the orchard morning. The veil was still there and she didn’t want to return but she made a big effort, pushing, until she was gliding just above her body, one step, then another and then she leaped to the far side with all her strength. She landed with a soft thump and then a whoosh like all the air being taken out of her. Her body heaved and took a big breath.
After a moment she opened her eyes and dug her nails into the fresh earth to make sure she was home. There was no way back. The Tohunga stood some way off, then nodded to acknowledge her, turned and vanished into the trees.
Mary was alone.

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