The Bodhisattva Vow – Part 2/2 – Steve Beckow @ Golden Age of Gaia

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The Bodhisattva Vow – Part 2/2

Let me now draw on conversations I’ve had with AAM to reconstruct what’s expected of the pillar around the spiritual evolution that we’re all going through.

Since my work as a communicator is inextricably bound with my work as a pillar, I’m going to combine discussions of both subjects.

One of the times – and the clearest I can remember – when I could have entered the Fifth Dimension permanently and was held back from doing so happened around the middle of the year that I spent in transformative love and bliss (2015).

It was an experience of the kundalini completing the circuit to the Seventh or Crown Chakra.

Before turning to that, however, I should add that only recently did I become aware that we entered the Fifth Dimension prior to Sahaja Samadhi (which is a full and permanent heart opening).

The Divine Mother said that Sahaja occurred some “subplanes” into the Fifth Dimension. (1) That implies that we enter Fifth Dimensionality ahead of Sahaja and that implies that Brahamjnana or Seventh-Chakra enlightenment is the door.

Returning to my experience: I was meditating on the still mind when a torrent of golden fire knocked me over and ran over me like a river, competing the circuit to the Crown Chakra. But I felt no bliss and experienced no expansion of awareness.

It never occurred to me until today that I may have felt no bliss at that moment, but within days I entered into an experience of bliss that lasted from then until mid-January. I had not until this moment connected the two events.  (2)

I discussed the kundalini event with Michael on Sept. 30, 2015.

Steve: [Emptiness of mind] was followed next by what appeared to be the kundalini completing its circuit at the seventh chakra. Is that in fact what happened?

Archangel Michael: Yes, now it is part of the reset button. Think of it in this way. If you are installing, say, a new program, or you had an old program that kept stalling out three quarters of the way full and you were frustrated as all get out with it. And you are asking for the fullness of the program to come online so you turn off your computer and you restart it.

That is what you did.

Steve: Hmm, interesting! Ordinarily you would experience Brahmajnana at that point but I felt that it had been muted, toned down.

AAM: Completely toned down. We want you very physically present. (3)

The fullness of the program did come online around Sept. 27-8, when bliss kicked in and remained for three months (transformative love from March to Sept. 2015 and bliss from Oct. 2015 to mid-January 2016).

So within a few months of having the Fourth-Chakra heart opening, I had a Seventh-Chakra Crown opening. That is an unusual but not unheard of sequence of events in classical enlightenment theory.

But as what Narendra called a “bodhisattva” or what the CoH calls a “pillar,” early Ascension turns out to not be a good idea. It doesn’t fit with our plan within the Plan. It wouldn’t allow us to remain in service.

Here Michael confirms that line of reasoning:

Archangel Michael: When you use the term ‘dramatic enlightenment experiences,’ you are talking about Nirvana. You are talking about the unity of all with One.

It is not to say that you will not experience that, but you cannot ― well, you can if you wish; if it is the choice to simply remain in that state of unity, of One ― but you cannot be fully conscious and in service, in action, if that is where you are. (4)

No, I choose to remain in service. But if you too feel your experiences being toned down or truncated, this may be the explanation for you as well.

The next discussions occurred from summer to winter 2015, the year of the heart opening.

We discussed how the higher states I’m to visit will gradually become integrated – I assume in synchronicity with the rest of society.

Steve: The experience yesterday, what happened? I went up. I connected a lot of dots about the conscious/awareness space. Every time I connected a dot I seemed to expand or go up more and then finally I broke through to my natural state. What was that experience?

Archangel Michael: That was the experience of true expansion of interdimensionality, of coming to touch, embrace and begin to explore the breadth of your soul design.

Steve: I see. Now those experiences are intended to be just visits, with me. Is that correct?

AAM: They will anchor deeper and deeper until it is simply a state of being. (5)

So I’m being paced, probably to remain in sync with the general rate of gradual Ascension.

By late August, I was again feeling the pull to go ahead of the group. I asked for confirmation from him, to settle me down.

Steve: I think you need to confirm for me that you want me to go up the ladder of enlightenment gradually, with the rest of the lightworker population and that you don’t want me to rush ahead. Is that correct?

Archangel Michael: That is absolutely correct. (6)

The next reading, we explored how that all fit in with my being, never mind a communicator, but a pillar.

Steve: As a pillar, do I ascend in the early waves or do I ascend at the end?

Archangel Michael: Now let us say to you that you have been flying in and out of this Ascension Portal for some time.

Those have been the various attunements and increases in your frequency and vibrations. This has been the transformative love that you have felt.

As to the pillar, you have an expression, “last man standing.” That is it. …

It means that you wait until the last, until everyone has gone through and you turn out the lights, so to speak. (7)

Very clear. I now understand my Ascension agenda from the standpoint of the communicator and the pillar.  This is my understanding of what Narendra calls “the bodhisattva vow.”

Footnotes

(1) Steve Beckow: When does Sahaja Samadhi occur?

Divine Mother: It occurs with a more gradual awakening and lifting up. So there is the abrupt “I am not the same,” then there is the working and the anchoring, the integration, then there is another jump, and another jump, and another jump. And you don’t know it — well, some of you do — but you are leap-frogging. And then you will be there.

SB: Now, are those jumps equivalent to sub-planes?

DM: You can think of them as sub-planes, dimensional sub-planes, yes. (“The Divine Mother: We are Creating a New Species of Humans,” channeled by Linda Dillon, July 10, 2014, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2014/07/12/the-divine-mother-we-are-creating-a-new-species-of-humans/.)

(2) Just as I never realized for years that the heart opening was a Fourth-Chakra enlightenment event. I only realized when Archangel Michael pointed out that I’d had Fourth-Chakra enlightenment and pointed to the heart opening.

I should have known that. I knew the kundalini had reached the Fourth Chakra but I did not make the connection.

(3) Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Sept. 30, 2015.

(4) Ibid., Feb. 14, 2012.

(5) Ibid., June 7, 2015.

(6) Ibid., Aug. 21, 2015.

(7) Ibid., Sept. 21, 2015.

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Imagination As Fifth Dimensional Thought – Suzanne Lie

MONDAY, MAY 28, 2018

Imagination As Fifth Dimensional Thought

5-28-18

Imagination As Fifth Dimensional Thought

Pleiadians and Arcturians through Sue Lie

What is Imagination?

Imagination includes, among other things, the ability to visualize with the creative parts of your mind and brain in order to activate your resourcefulness, creative, and artistic/scientific brain.

Artistic and scientific are put into one category because they both call upon your ability to think of, imagine, and/or desire to create in your outer world something that you have found within your heart and mind.

We say “found within your heart and mind” because your heart usually yearns for the feedback loop of finding a desire, goal, creative expression, etc. within your heart that you are able to “plant” in your mind.

If these desires, etc. stay only in your heart, you will love it and maybe even love yourself more because of it. But if this desire does not expand to encompass your mind, it will likely remain an idea and never become a creation.

A “creation” is something that caries a life force. Many of these creations hover within your consciousness, but it is not a creation until you “give it life” in your physical world by sharing it with others. In this manner, your creativity comes “not from you and for you, but through you and to others.”

In this manner, a higher dimensional expression of your SELF, and/or your consciousness, is allowed a manner in which it, your higher dimensional expression of creativity, can flow through the portal of YOUR SELF and into the portals of others who resonate to this higher frequency communication.

Yes, creativity does resonate to a higher frequency because it is a “whole brain experience.” In other words, a creative venture calls on the creator to use both their logical, rational, mental left brain to intermingle with your creative, spontaneous, emotional right brain.

How is imagination experienced?

If one can trust their instincts and their inner messages, imagination can be very helpful to find the Circle of Light that encompasses one’s imagination, to enter into the heart of the one who is imagining.

Some people are taught that imagination is a ‘waste of time,” but person who would say that to another is likely unable to allow themselves to enjoy their “whole brain thinking.” Whole brain thinking is when one is able to us both their creative, imaginative right hemisphere and their “take care of business” left hemisphere.

How is imagination shared with others?

Imagination is greatly limited when it is not shared with others. Imagination is often something that can evolve into a new, creative and possible reality. If imagination is ignored, many possible realities are not allowed to be birthed into your physical world.

Therefore, sharing your imagination with others is very rewarding in that your own ideas can be amplified by sharing them with others. Imagination does not live long if it is “shut away” or “kept a secret.”

Fortunately, imagination greatly expands when it is shared. However, it is important to be aware if the one you wish to share with is someone who can also embrace their own imagination. In that manner, there is a freedom of inter-mingling the ideas without the fear of judgment.

On the other hand, if you are ready to share your creative self, you have likely already experienced that “fear of judgment from others” will stop you in your tracks. Therefore, we will now speak about “fear.”

Fear is the enemy of creative expression. On the other hand, creative expression can diminish your fear. It feels very good to allow your imagination to have a voice, a picture and/or any other manner in which your imagination is brought forward from you heart and mind to be shared with others.

Some people are afraid of the judgment they “may” receive if the expression of imagination is criticized by others. This is normal, so do not feel poorly about yourself if you, too, have experienced fear of judgment regarding your expression of Higher SELF.

When you allow yourself to BE your creative SELF, the joy that you gain from that small act will more than compensate for any judgment from others. Also, be aware that if you present your creativity as “Not coming fromyou but throughyou,” then you can better allow your Higher SELF to guide you.

“Coming through you” means that you are serving as a “grounding station” for the higher dimensional waves of creativity that are being sent into the frequency of third/fourth dimensional Earth from the higher dimensions of reality.

When you allow yourself to FEEL the higher energy that flows into you while you are be creative, please take a moment to ask within or above, “Thank you for this transmission. From who, or where, am I receiving this information, and how can I thank you?”

Being thankful for your creative transmissions/ideas will assist you to consciously accept you higher messages, as well as honoring them as a gift that comes THROUGH you, not FROM you.

When you perceive yourself as a “channel of higher dimensional Light,” your human ego will not be activated as the message is a “gift” from the higher frequencies of reality with whom you are NOW gaining a constant contact.

We say “constant contact” because once you connect with a fifth dimensional and beyond higher being, you are no longer bound by third dimensional time. Then, whenever you feel an urge to document your inter-dimensional messages, you have a “hard copy” to share with others.

Some may share with words, others with pictures, dances, songs et. In other words, an creative act that you share to express your higher dimensional experiences allows you to more deeply unite your daily consciousness with the higher dimensional consciousness through which come THROUGH  you and not FROM  you.

Once you are able to give full credit to the Source of your communications and/or inspirations, your ego is excused from your creative act. It is your own ego self who has collected and saved all the times that you were embarrassed, criticized and/or teased for presenting your true creative, multidimensional self.

We Pleiadians often work in together with the Arcturians to remind our grounded ones of their “reason for incarnation.” The reason that you chose to take a third dimensional earth vessel within this NOW, is the foundation of the mission that you chose to fulfill within your present incarnation.

One thing that you will be happy to realize is that, even if you judge your self as failing, or feel that others are judging you for what they perceive as a “failure,” if you continue you will find that what others think about you is VERY insignificant compared to how you judge your self.

In fact, allowing your self to “following the flow” of your own inner guidance that you feel deep within, will empower you enough to lovingly send away any inner or outer criticism. This criticism may hurt your feelings, but the joy you feel from expressing your creativity far surpasses your fear of judgment.

You will also find that the joy of allowing your self to express your SELF via whatever form of creativity that you choose, will allow you to send “unconditional love” to those who may judge you. You can send this love because you have allowed yourself to have unconditional love for your self via the expression of your own creative force.

YES, creativity is a “force.” When one is in the act of “creating” something that came THROUGH them, not FROM them, they feel “at ONE” with a higher frequency of reality, as well as a higher frequency of your own Multidimensional SELF.

Yes, ALL humanity has a Multidimensional SELF, even if their wounded consciousness will not allow them to experience their own higher frequencies of SELF. This condition is best healed by allowing someone, a counselor, a loving friend, even a pet, or a walk through Nature, to re-calibrate your “SENSE OF SELF” back to the multidimensional YOU that you have always been, but temporarily forgot.

As you begin to remember your own higher dimensional expressions of SELF, you can more easily adapt to a multidimensional reality in which an “unseen higher guide/SELF” is a common believe that all the members of that frequency of reality are fully embracing.

Many of our ones who chose to take a third dimensional earth vessel to assist with planetary ascension have felt very lonely. However, once they remember the “mission” that they chose before taking this incarnation, they remember that they resonate to many frequencies of reality within the NOW of the ONE.

The concept of multiple realities running parallel within the same NOW is very difficult to accept for those who are still in the Matrix of  being “just” third dimensional.  It is the slow, or sudden, awakening to the first conscious inter-action with a higher dimensional aspect of your SELF, that will set you onto the “Path of Remembering your SELF.”

At first, most of you believe that your SELF is a different being to resonates to a higher, and/or different, reality. However, if you begin to have regular communications with this “inner being” that you somehow KNOW is real, your third dimensional brain will begin to recalibrate to the receive more and more higher dimensional information.

It is often very helpful to document your experiences with your Higher SELF, as your third dimensional brain often cannot retain fifth dimensional stimuli. Therefore, if you write down, draw, sing and/or share your information two things occur.

One thing that occurs is that your Higher SELF will become aware that you are NOW ready to “take dictation” and share it with your third dimensional reality. The other thing is that:

You will meet others like you, which will make it easier for you to realize that your Higher SELF is in constant communication with you. In fact, as you share your experience with others, you will further open you innate “inter-dimensional portal” to your own higher frequency expressions of your SELF, as well as your Galactic Friends and Family.

Once you have an “open channel” between your third/fourth dimensional physical/astral self and your fifth dimensional higher/multidimensional SELF, your life will move into the next octave of awareness.

With this new, expanded awareness of your Multidimensional SELF and your Multidimensional Reality, you will NEVER feel alone again. You could be alone in the middle of the ocean, but your higher dimensional SELF will be with you, guiding and protecting you.

How are you an expression of your Higher SELF?

The answer to this question is:  EVERY DAY in EVERY WAY!

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‘Diary of a Yogi’ Chapter 9 – Potalaka – Altair Shyam

16 Hands Guan Yin Goddess of Mercy art

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Chapter 9 – Potalaka

  Altair was alone in the cave. After six months he began to look more deeply into his journey across the bridge between worlds as his mind and heart grew calmer. He saw more of the light because he now saw more of the darkness. 

  He began to question the nature of consciousness itself. If everything around him and within him was God or Source or Buddha then surely he could communicate with that pure consciousness like he did with extraterrestrials and dolphins and Tanya. 

  He let his mind grow calm and surrendered to the stillness within the cave.

  At first nothing happened. Altair knew not to expect anything. He just sat still with his inner eye fixed on the third eye area and waited. He sent out a soul call to the One, the Source of All Love like a dart filled with desire to see the Beloved and he rested In total faith that an answer would come. 

  Altair became aware of a subtle change. The air around him became still as if matching the stillness he was resting in within. The consciousness that was the air began to arrange itself like a cosmos of consciousness and he could feel tendrils of that consciousness reaching out to touch him, the awareness that he called Altair.

  He felt the hairs prickle on the back of his neck. He became aware of the cave and the paintings and statues, the lawn outside, the garden, Priya and the children sleeping, the house and other houses with people asleep in the neighborhood, the beach that started just down at the end of the street, the waves and the great ocean the waves were part of, the waves that were conscious, the ocean that was breathing, the sky above that was listening, the stars looking down, everything connected, to us. 

  It was as if he had connected to the heart of the world, the mind of the cosmos. The stars themselves were whirling and spiraling around him, jumping and diving in the universal currents. 

  Then he heard a voice. And saw a face. In front of him. It could have been Swami Shyam or Sai Baba. Mother Mary or Guan Yin. 

  And all it said was 

  “Sleep. Remember your dreams and visions, meditate upon them. Then act. So sleep child.”

  So he did. 

A Prayer In The Sun art by Donna Smallenberg

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  His dream was simple and very clear. Sai Baba came to him in the dream. 

  “Visit Bruce. Tell him I want to see him. That is all you need to do. When it is time I will come to you in another form, as a Chintamani Stone in the form of a pearl and Amrita in the form of nectar. Until then know that the living consciousness of All That Is comes to you in the form of the Masters. All of them, Christ Krishna Buddha Mohammed Thoth All Divine Mothers are all embodiments of the one pure existence consciousness and bliss that is Love and Wisdom and speak the same truth with One Voice.”

  When he woke he took a deep breath, pushed the covers back and opened the garden shed door. The morning was bright and filled with wonder. He could feel his heart racing with fresh new blood, a cosmic detective on the trail of the greatest mystery of all. Life.

  He didn’t go in for breakfast, he got straight in his car and drove over to Bruce’s place. He had known Bruce for years, Bruce was a friend of both he and Priya and Tanya’s and a wild man when it came to love. He had no end of female suitors pursuing him but he always claimed he was free and open so no one woman ever lasted long. He was still in bed when Altair called.

  “Bruce, wake up!”

  “Altair, are you nuts? I’m not awake. Go away. Go home. Do something useful with your life!”

  “I had a dream about Sai Baba. He came to me and told me he wants to see you.”

  There was complete silence.

  “Bruce?” Altair opened the door and walked in. Bruce was lying awake on the sofa in the lounge.

  “I had the same dream. Sai Baba told me he wants me to go and see him in India.”

  “So are you going?”

  “Nah, I always believe in three signs. Tell me if he visits you again.”

  Altair walked out, irritated. Surely Bruce wasn’t that stupid.

  He drove into town and had to get some cash out before he started work. He stopped at an ATM machine just next to the cathedral.

  There was a woman standing in front of him in the line at the machine. She was taking a long time withdrawing her cash. Altair hummed a tune impatiently. He didn’t want to be late for his first meeting.

  The woman turned around but instead of leaving she stared straight at, or rather through Altair.

  “Tell your friend Bruce he needs to come and see Sai Baba in India.”

  Then she turned on her heel and walked off into the early morning breakfast crowd.

  Altair now knew he must find a Chintamani Stone in the form of a pearl. Both Sai Baba and Manjushri had mentioned it. But where? He knew it would come from the heart of Guan Yin but what did that mean? The only answers ever came when he surrendered totally to the stillness and right now he had to attend a meeting. He was late when he arrived. And he was dreamy when he was supposed to be concentrating on their next marketing trip to Europe.

Another Celestial often pictured with a glowing stone is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, known as the Wish Grantor @ Celestial Ye Ming Zhu

  “What?” asked Altair.

  “You should go on your own,” said Mark.

  “You’re the most experienced,” said Frances. She looked at Altair with concern.

  “Are you OK? No sleep?”

  “Right,” said Altair.

  “Get a coffee at the break. The Arts Centre has the best.”

  “The Arts Centre? But I don’t drink coffee.”

  Frances laughed. “That’s code for take a decent break. Walk off those blues.”

  Altair took the hint. As business partners Mark and Frances had been very good to him. Allowing him time away from the business whenever he needed it. So after an hour he walked down to the Arts Centre, which was full of crazy stalls and market bargains at any time of the year.

  “Want custom clothes?” asked Colleen, the auburn haired woman at ZigZag. She dealt in one off clothing and Altair rather liked what she imported.

  “This top is great,” said Altair, choosing a pattern of black, red, green and white that he had never seen before. “How about the bottoms?”

  “Sorry,” said Colleen. “Strangely a young woman bought them this morning just before you came here. Striking blonde. Said she wanted them for a singing audition. Didn’t want the top.”

  Altair looked at Colleen for a moment. “Oh well, if they are supposed to get back together they will,” he said.

  Pity, he thought, they would have looked so good together.

  Altair slept fitfully in the cave that night, filled with dreams of Dakinis that beckoned him on the one hand into the light and Demons on the other that enticed him into the dark. He was drowsy when he woke and hurried into the house once he saw Priya’s car drive off with the children for school. He had a band meeting after work where he was auditioning a new singer and he wanted to make sure he had all the music. He made tea and toasted barley bread with Manuka Honey. As well as starting a company he also had formed a band so his world was taking shape again.

  And as so often happens, things that look good together, find each other again, no matter how slim the odds.

  “What song do you want to do first up?” said Tim. Tim was a doctor, guitarist and lyricist extraordinaire. Tim and Altair were rehearsing at a friend’s house near the beach. 

  “An original,” said Altair. “That will give her a better feeling for what we are about.”

  “Agreed.”

  “What’s her name again?”

  “Aria.”

  “Good name for a singer.”

  “I think that’s her now.”

A blue Toyota pulled up outside on the road between the beach and the house. They watched a blonde woman in a green tie-dye dress get out. They had advertised for a new singer so had auditioned a few before today. 

  “Did you check her stars?” grinned Tim. 

  “Not yet,” smiled Altair. 

  “I would, you’re pretty spot on with that sort of stuff.”

  “I used to be, I haven’t touched it in a while.”

  The door opened and a woman with sparkling blue eyes strode in. She held out her hand to Altair. 

  “Hi, I’m Aria.”

  “Altair, and this is Tim.”

  “Shall I sing first?”

  “Why not?”

And that was it. She set up the music stand she’d brought with her as if she were giving a concert on a stage and began to sing. 

She had the voice of a nightingale and couldn’t keep her eyes off Altair. There was no doubting their connection. Altair could feel it from the moment she walked in. When she had finished she was the consummate professional. 

Nightingale Painting – The Art of Michael Sanborn

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  “Will you let me know?”

  “Sure,” said Altair. “You have a beautiful voice.”

  “Thank you,” she said with an equally beautiful smile. And she left. 

Tim was silent for a few moments. He hadn’t spoken at all in the time she was there. 

  “She had eyes for you man.”

  “I noticed,” said Altair. “She has an amazing voice.”

  “There are lots of good voices.”

  “I felt something. Something old. Something very familiar.”

Something had stirred in Altair. 

  “She’s knows what she wants man, that’s all I’m saying.”

Altair wasn’t listening. Just like he hadn’t  listened to his good friends Tom and Derek or his Mum when they’d talked to him early on about Priya. 

That was his hubris. A stubborn pride when it came to love. Yet uncannily and in spite of everything Aria would accompany him to one of the greatest treasures of all, a Chintamani Stone, from the Goddess of Deep Listening Herself, Avalokiteshvara Guan Yin. 

 Altair and Aria quickly formed a love duet and a musical partnership. On their first date something extraordinary happened, a sign to make sure he wouldn’t miss their connection.

  They were back at Aria’s place after a restaurant outing. Altair happened to walk past her bedroom on the way back from the bathroom and sneaked a look as the door was open. There on the bed were a pair of pants. An unmistakable pattern of black, red, green and white. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

  “Aria can I ask you something?” he said when he returned to the lounge.

  “Sure,” she smiled expectantly.

  “I noticed a pair of pants in your bedroom, an unusual pattern. Where did you get them from?”

  “Oh,” she looked puzzled. “A lady at the Arts Centre. They were a pair actually, but I didn’t want the top. Why?”

  “You won’t believe this, but I bought the top the very same day as you bought the bottoms. I must have just missed you buying them. From the lady at the Arts Centre.”

  And so it continued, from this unmistakeable sign, to another and another.

But something was missing in his heart. He had tried going through months of counseling with Priya in the hope of winning her back but all she ever said was “I don’t want this relationship.” That was devastating enough on top of the pain that comes along with the actual separation. The children were doing OK but Altair was suffering. He realized just how much when Priya announced one day that she had met Brinn, an airline pilot with the same birthday as her. And that they were taking the children to America and wanted Altair’s permission. Altair agreed with a heavy heart. He had watched his son Orion born in water under the constellation Orion and his daughter Skye born in their living room. He wept a long time with his children on the night they left for Washington. And then he tried to pick up the pieces of his life. 

Overflowing by Donna Smallenberg

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 Aria wanted to sing in Europe so Altair decided to accompany her. He had marketing to do for the new company he had set up so they travelled Europe together, singing in King Ludwig’s Ballroom in Neuschwanstein Castle, doing duets for the British National Opera in London and eating pizza with world-renowned violinist Nigel Kennedy and singer Robert Plant from Led Zeppelin in the Cotswolds. 

 They returned to New Zealand and had to choose whether to continue on and live in Europe or move to the US. 

 That night Altair had a dream. He was standing on a beach in Los Angeles and three dolphins swam along and one stood on its tail and waved to him. 

 “We’ve got to go to America,” said Altair and he told Aria his dream. 

 “Then we will,” she said and they flew out the following morning. 

 Three days later they were standing on a Palos Verdes beach and three dolphins swam along and one stood on its tail and waved to him. 

  Altair and Aria stayed with relatives right on the coast. They arrived the day after a massive earthquake in which their uncle’s swimming pool had slipped 1.5 meters into the neighbors’ property. That day Altair drove to Trader Joe’s to pick up some organic veges to cook for dinner and some grains to soak for breakfast. As he was leaving the store he noticed a young girl crying on the sidewalk. 

  “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

  “I’m homeless,” she said. She looked up at him through a tear-soaked face and then began to sob again. She must have been no more than fifteen years old thought Altair. 

  “I’ll tell you what,” he said with a smile. “I’ve just bought these groceries for the family for tonight. There’s enough to feed one person for a week. Why don’t you have them?”

  He knelt down in the road in front of her and placed the bags at her feet. 

  She looked up at him and then rubbed her eyes in bewilderment and then shock. 

  “What’s that, what’s…that…at your shoulder…”

  She could hardly breathe or get her words out. 

  Altair felt it first and then saw it. The most serene calm came over him as if he too had gone past his last breath and was floating somewhere indescribable in human terms. He looked just past his left shoulder and saw the most magnificent glow like a million suns concentrated in a ball behind him and a tall beneficent female form reached out past him towards the girl’s heart. 

  “It’s an angel!” she cried. 

  And indeed it was. 

  A gift from God sent in this most unlikely of places to bring redemption from pain and freedom from suffering. 

  Years later Altair would learn Her Name. 

Auriel.

  Something had happened and Altair knew it. The One Consciousness we call God or Source was communicating to him through the most unlikely channels, dreams, dolphins, a homeless girl and an angel. The angel was a distinct sign and it galvanized him into action. He and Aria headed north, working for a spiritual publishing house then singing as they went to Festivals and groups from Self Realization Foundation at Lake Shrine and Sri Daya Mata to Ananda Village and Kriyananda. One night when they reached Canada they stayed with Josephine, a yoga teacher on Qualicum Beach in Vancouver Island. None of them could have predicted what came next.

 “Altair, how is your search for magic and the stars unfolding?” asked Josephine. 

 Altair laughed. “Slowly. I’m waiting for the One Consciousness to speak to me when it’s ready.”

 “No more angels?”

 “Just the ones I see around me,” said Altair with a smile gesturing at the guests attending Josephine’s dinner party. 

Guan Yin

 “That’s what I wanted to speak to you about. Do you see that couple over there?” She nodded towards the doorway. A couple looked just about ready to leave. 

Altair nodded back. 

 “They heard you read the stars and wondered if you had time to read theirs.”

 “When?”

 “Tonight if possible. They’re having marriage troubles. I have a small room out back you can use.”

 “Sure. Tell them yes. I can do the reading for them in about an hour. Can you get their details?”

 An hour later Altair found himself sitting across from the couple he had just met. Jennifer and Dave were having a great deal of trouble even listening to each other when they came in. Altair settled them down with presence and meditation.  

 “OK I want you to breathe with me. God is sitting here in both of you. Your breath is God’s breath and your words are God’s sacred words of the One Shared Heart,” Altair began. 

 He asked them to visualize that breath of God rising and falling in a cycle around the interior planets of the chakras.

 He asked them what their God-Self would each want from the relationship. 

 Then he began to read their soul path, both individually and together. 

 An hour later and they both came out of the room smiling. 

 They paid Altair by Koha which for Maori people is a gift of the heart. The Shared Heart. 

 The next morning a line of more than fifty people were lined up outside Josephine’s door. 

 Jennifer and Dave had been very generous with their gratitude and spread the word. It spread like wildfire.

  All the way through Canada and the US the same lines appeared outside someone’s door as if by magic, guided by the stars. When Altair got tired he would move on to a different city, hoping to remain anonymous, but word would get around, and he would be invited to a different house and there would be a new line of people. He did it all on Koha and received gifts of original paintings, silver tea sets, cash and jewelry, crystals and offers of exchanges like massage, many gifts he could not carry or take up so he gave them away. There were so many miracles that people began to call him Merlin. 

  A Native American Indian came to visit him. Altair had helped her with her business which had been in a slump and now two weeks after a Reading was flourishing. 

  “How can I help you?”

  “It’s my son.”

  “How can I help your son?”

  “It’s a very difficult case.”

  “Nothing is too difficult for the Lord. We do nothing on our own. Everything is the will of the Lord.”

  “He was in an accident. He’s a logger. There was an accident at the mill and he was trapped between two logs. His spine was crushed. He’s in a full cast and won’t get out for six months.”

  “How can I help?”

  “Would you put something on a tape for him? There’s no phones there so I need to send it by mail.”

  “Sure.”

  Then she hesitated. 

  “There’s one more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  “He thinks you can help him with his dream.”

 “What is it?”

  “He wants to become an actor in Hollywood.”

  “Does he have a family to support?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does he have any experience in acting?”

  “No.”

  “And he’s in a full cast with a broken back somewhere north of here with no phones.”

  “Right.”

  “I see. Give me his details and I’ll see what I can do.”

  Altair made the cassette tape and gave it to his mother to send to her son. He didn’t hear anything for two weeks. Then one day the phone rang. 

  “Altair, Altair,” came an excited voice. “You’ll never guess what happened.”

  “I probably won’t. Who is this?”

  And the Mom who had tried to get Altair to help her son told him this story. 

 “Well, he did what you told him. He meditated on the problem and the solution and then handed it all over to God. Then just as you suggested he called ten movie producers in Hollywood including the numbers you gave him.”

  Altair had recently returned from Hollywood and passed on some contacts in the movie industry that he knew there to the woman’s son. 

  “The first nine said no. When my son got to the tenth he was starting to feel dejected. He still went ahead with the call as you suggested. The secretary to the producer was very kind, took his number, as he was calling from a friend’s house, and said she would call back if there were any auditions coming up that he might be interested in. Only a matter of a minute or so later there was a call. 

  “Hello is this Allan?”

  “Yes.”

  “I happened to be in the office and overheard your call. Would you mind retelling me what you related to my secretary?”

  And so my son told his story all over again. The movie producer was so touched he invited Allan down to visit him in Hollywood when his health was better!”

Three years later Allan’s mom contacted Altair again. She told him the follow up to the phone call. The producer gave her son an audition for a small part in an up and coming play. Then he flew the family down and had them stay in his own private apartments while they got settled. Now Allan is happily based in Hollywood as an actor earning a reasonable salary and living his dream. 

  These were messages from the angel for Altair. 

  He was being given more and more signs that the conscious universe was communicating to him. 

  The numbers of people who sought him out for advice became quite overwhelming so he sought his own advice from a medical intuitive named Ruby. She was employed by hospitals in difficult-to-diagnose cases as she could look into a patients body and see where the trauma was. 

  “Oh,” she said the moment she met him. “You’re a Naga!” 

  Altair looked her straight in the eyes. 

Naga Kanya

 “You see? You know how to manipulate the energies, you’re doing it right now. You can weave the matrix that exists right across the cosmos and tap into its energies. You can see people’s place in it and help awaken them to it.”

  It was true. Altair had been visited by a number of psychics and spiritual healers all who wanted to go deeper in their experiences. He only had to look into their eyes and raise his own energy and whatever experience they were desiring would be granted instantaneously. It was all to do with the fire of bliss in the inner spine that God or Spirit activated through him when he connected with people by touch or by gaze. 

  “But be careful,” she cautioned. “The Naga energy or serpent Fire is very hypnotic and can lead to enormous trouble with the opposite sex. You must be very careful about your boundaries with people or your relationships will be destroyed.”

  Altair knew this already. The power of the inner fire often activated powerful sexuality mixed in with love so had to be dealt with very sensitively. Altair had spent time in many communities where the leader, often a male, at some point was involved in sexual misconduct and Altair was left to help counsel the many angry devotees. 

  “The Naga is an ancient energy. You can wield powers that may seem miraculous to ordinary folk.”

Naga Kana

  Altair had witnessed many miracles merely by him saying that a person would receive healing or abundance or love if they had faith. He had visited a wonderful man called Albert in Ashland who had been a fighter pilot in the war. 

  “I was shot down over the ocean,” said Albert, “and when I bailed I landed near a Japanese freighter whose men opened fire on me with machine guns. I sustained shrapnel wounds in my spine and was left for dead in the water for many hours until a rescue crew found me. I’ve had this pain in my back and legs for years and can hardly walk.”

  “Lie on the bed,” said Altair, “and we’ll see what we can do.”

  Altair worked on Albert’s legs and back for two hours, sometimes praying, sometimes laying hands on, and sometimes using a combination of acupressure and shiatsu touch points. By the time he left Albert was fast asleep. 

  The next morning he received a phone call from a Californian TV station. 

  “Hello, is this Altair?”

  “Yes.”

  “We have a gentleman here called Albert who claims you healed him.”

  “Healed? He’s healed?”

  “Yes, he says he has had bad pain in his back and legs for years and that you came like an angel and touched him and he was healed.”

  Altair was silent. The angel’s hand at work again. 

  “My name’s Joan,” said the voice. “I’m the producer for the show. Would you mind coming down to the studios? We’d like to interview you.”

 Altair told Aria and together they went to the TV studios. Altair told his story and they sang together on air and were promoted across California as the singers who heal the heart. 

  That pretty much summed up Altair’s mission, an earth angel who heals the heart. 

Earth Angels Art by Amanda Clark

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  Altair looked at Ruby. Ruby was beautiful and fierce-eyed, and now he saw something different. He was looking straight into the eyes of another Naga. Her cheeks flushed as he met her gaze and his heart quickened as he felt the familiar rush of energies in his spine.

  In her place it was the Dalai Lama speaking to him.

  “Your brain, your heart is your temple. Look there for what you seek. Let your path be love and kindness.”

  Some years ago Altair had sponsored the Dalai Lama’s first trip to New Zealand and had been fortunate enough to meet His Holiness for a private audience. Then, as in all their meetings, whenever he asked about Avalokiteshvara Guan Yin the Goddess of Compassion, the Dalai Lama would say to him,

  “Study, and then practice being Avalokiteshvara by being love and kindness and compassion for all people in your heart. Then teach ten people and ask them to teach ten more and ask them to do the same and so on until this entire world is transformed and liberated through your loving kindness. Then you will have successfully transformed yourself and all others into Avalokiteshvara.”

  Now the Dalai Lama transformed back into Ruby and then again into Guan Yin.

  “Just as two of the Buddha’s disciples are Great Naga and hold naga-jewels or Chintamani Stones, so you who are Naga will find your own naga-jewel in My Heart.”

  Then Guan Yin gathered Altair into Her own heart and flew with him to Her celestial palace in the Pure Land on Mount Potalaka, where beings of every kind from many worlds came to seek Her Wisdom and Compassion. Altair could see monks and nuns, making their way through the Goddess Tara’s Rosewood Forest, seeking rebirth on Potalaka and even more who had come to seek the advice of the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara Guan Yin. The passes on the mountain were very dangerous, its sides precipitous and its valleys rugged. On the top of the mountain was a lake, its waters as clear as a mirror. From the grotto flowed a great river which encircled the mountain and flowed down to the southern sea. The celestial palace lay beside the lake. Rare medicinal herbs grew in its gardens and exquisite lotus flowers bloomed in small ponds. Lions, elephants, horses, peacocks and garuda roamed the larger garden areas, all in the peace and bliss of the presence of Guan Yin.

Bodhisattva Guan Yin

  The vision vanished and Altair was sitting still facing Ruby.

  “To cross the bridge between worlds takes great love and compassion,” said Ruby. “You never take the trip alone. Because to succeed you need to free humanity of its fear and suffering. That is what we are all here to do, together.”

  Altair travelled up and down the west coast of the United States and Canada bringing healing and love and compassion before he returned to New Zealand and then Australia. Of all the wonders he could imagine it is often the simplest things that bring the deepest joy. He was reunited with his childhood friend Suzie in Sydney and he and Aria and Suzie and her partner Michael all settled in the same suburb in Sydney right near the beach. Every morning Altair brushed tiger sharks and man-o-war jellyfish as he swam, not without incident especially one day when he was stung badly by a jellyfish and had to spend three days in bed, unable to walk.

  While he was looking for work Suzie introduced him to Joan, a Sai Baba devotee and very wealthy millionaire who had made her money in the property market.

  “How would you like to run a health clinic for people here in Sydney,” asked Joan one day out of the blue.

  “I have the money to fund it and Sai Baba came to me in a dream and told me that you are the person to run it.”

  As simple as that, Altair found himself running a clinic with doctors, massage therapists, Chinese acupuncturists, astrologers and counselors all bringing health and healing to the public.

It was on one of those health and healing days that Sai Baba acted again in Altair’s life, in the most mysterious way.

  Altair was walking in the local Mosman shopping area with Aria when a woman walking past stopped them.

  “Sai Baba wants you to come and visit him at my sacred shrine. He has a gift for you. He has been waiting for you.”

  “Sai Baba is a Messenger from God,” said Altair.

  The woman nodded and gave them her card.

  “My name is Shanti. I will see you at 5.”

  So that afternoon, Altair and Aria went to a house just above Balmoral Beach and knocked on the door.

  The same woman who had met them earlier bowed and let them in.

  “Follow me,” she said.

  They went with her down into her basement where there were two statues, both sitting in pools of what at first appeared to be water.

  The first statue was of Ganesha, the god of good fortune, remover of obstacles, patron of the arts sciences and wisdom.

  Out of his trunk poured a golden nectar for which Altair could see no obvious source.

The luminous pearl surround by a golden energy

  Shanti pointed to the large bowl that was overflowing now with the liquid which dripped onto plastic sheets on the floor.

  “Taste it,” she said. “Nectar from Heaven. Amrita. The Ambrosia of Immortality. To taste it is to attain higher knowledge and power.”

  Altair did taste it and it was sweet, not like honey or sugar but a different sweetness altogether with the lightness and glow of heaven.

  Then he turned to the second statue.

  It was a statue of Guan Yin.

  He looked at Her and She looked at Him and he finally understood what Manjushri and Sai Baba had said, that he would find the Chintamani Stone in the Heart of Guan Yin.

  “Kneel down and pray to Her,” said Shanti. “If She is willing and you touch Her Heart with compassion She will give you a priceless gift.”

  Altair knelt and prayed. He knew he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

  “Hold out your hands,” said Shanti.

  As Altair held out his hands, cupped, under the Heart of Guan Yin’s statue, the most amazing miracle occurred. From the Heart of Guan Yin the most beautiful pearl began to grow. It emerged little by little like a baby from the womb of Her Heart and to his amazement as the head of the pearl and then the body appeared he saw the beautiful pearl was attached by a thin strand of pearl silk to the statue’s heart like a baby’s umbilical cord to its mother. Gradually the weight of the pearl allowed the silk strand to stretch and lower the pearl and eventually to break off in Altair’s hands.

  “You must be a monk,” said Shanti. “When I travelled to see Sai Baba he guided me to a monastery in Sri Lanka where his monks had prayed over this statue for years. They gave me the statue and said to use it to heal the world. They said it had great powers of manifestation and miracles and would recognize a monk by the power of his compassionate heart and give him a Chintamani Stone accordingly.”

  Altair’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude.

  He bowed deeply to Guan Yin and gave deep and reverent thanks for this miracle.

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White Stone – Sign of Cintamani or Horse of happiness by Nicholas Roerich

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