Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Yal-hune In King Arthur's Court 1

Yal-hune is exasperated by my requests to travel in time again. Well, not exasperated...I've never seen her exasperated. Perhaps a more suitable word is accustomed. She is accustomed to my repeated attempts to get her to travel with me through time. Sure, I've seen the future(s) and I've even visited the past. past. But I have wanted to visit historical figures from the Earth's past. Every historian must dream of visiting the past. With Yal-hune, my own abilities are dwarfed and her mastery of the time-space continuum makes my skills look feeble and as unsure as a baby's first steps.

I'm going to ask her again...very nicely. At some point she will cave and then one of my childhood fantasies will come true. C'mon get your minds out of the gutter. Not that fantasy! The one where I travel back in time to King Arthur's court in Camelot. Where I meet King Arthur and see the Round Table. Where I get to visit Merlin and Morgana Le Fey.

"You wont give it a rest will you? Now you are even blogging about it?"

"Yes...I mean no, I will not give it a rest and yes, I am blogging about it. I'm sure my readers would like you to go time-traveling with me as well."

"Very well. We will go on one condition."

"Yes! Yes! Anything! What's the condition?"

"That this will be the last time you ever ask to time travel again. Acceptable."

" in... never... again...ever?"

"Yes. Those are the conditions. Take them or leave them."

"Ok. It's a deal!"

"Are you ready?"

"Hold on...let me go the the bathroom first."

Yal hune smiles and I know she is thinking what you are all thinking.

But - hey -cut me some slack. You never know when one is going to find a bathroom back in time and it seems a good idea to leave well relieved.

I return from the bathroom and Yal-hune makes a motion with her arms. In an instant I feel that strange foggy consciousness and find myself losing contact with our home and before I can even finalize my assessment of how I feel I see trees, grass and a meadow come into focus around me and Yal-hune.

The air is crisp and clean - quite brisk, probably early fall. The surroundings are quite lush and fallen leaves of many colorful hues lay at the feet of mighty trees. The smell! Rich and succulent scents of some sort reach my nostrils. Ones I've never encountered before.

I turn and gaze upon Yal-hune who is now dressed like an Arthurian era lady. She is holding the reins of two fine thoroughbred horses and I haven't a clue where she retrieved them from.

"Are you ready to go on the adventure of your lives?" she asks.


"Saddle up then!"

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Swimming with Skuuinja

Skuuinja takes a deep breath and disappears under the water. The sun beats down upon my skin mercilessly and I can feel the first accelerated ions of the solar storm that is pounding the Earth, indicating the solar maximum cycle is starting. We have Geiger counters here at Shamballa and every day the count increases as gamma rays pierce our atmosphere and rain down upon the Earth, nothing stopping them.

The desert is a quiet place and the intense heat and lack of moisture in the air actually interferes with sound waves passage, making everything just a bit more muffled. This is pleasant sometimes, at other times it makes one feel isolated and detached from the world. The heat will break in a week or two and the region will drop below the century temperature mark.

Skuuinja surfaces, the water glistening off her skin in the sunlight. She is in my mind, listening to my dialogue and watching me key this entry into my blog. She is aware that Earth is still a captive audience and as her mind races alongside my own I can feel her think about the overshadowing and the average life humans lead. She now lives as humans do - only with this greater awareness and a total focus on her thoughts and actions. She's not immune from all the influences here on Earth - which are legion - she merely is more conscious of external influences and can recognize her own voice amongst the other clamoring voices that try to influence consciousness.

"Your blog is one of the very few outlets for this information and yet even it is suppressed by those who profit at the expense of human ignorance. Humanity has little chance of shaking off the overshadowing on its own, even though Yal-hune and others believe this is the only way for humanity to develop and strengthen its sentience."

Skuuinja emerges from the pool, grabs a towel and lies down on a lounge chair next to me. A large transparent shield mounted twenty feet over the pool and yard filters out the sun's worst rays and makes lounging here possible without burning or damaging tissue, even in September. She is with my mind and interjecting some of her own viewpoints and perspectives.

"Yes, I am. And I have often wanted to address the people of Earth in a direct way. Even though I live here and appear human, I am not. I live here on your world and see the pain, suffering, insecurity, hatred and violence. It serves as a backdrop for existence here. Every action, every goal a measured reaction to these extremely limited perspectives. I know with time some will free themselves from the mental molasses they are ensnared within, and I look forward to this day of revelation and personal emancipation. Others will live these shadow-lives, repeatedly, until such time their mental faculties become more discerning and they can objectively analyze their life, goals and evolutionary trajectory. Yes, evolutionary trajectory. This is one of the most absent things from human education. None are taught of their immortality. None are taught of the importance of their actions and consequences, besides the most fundamental interpretation of right and wrong via some sort of religion. As a result none can put their life in a proper perspective and use it to attain new levels of development and likewise evolve off the Earth to other worlds far in advance of it."

My mind gently cautions her against appearing too preachy or pessimistic, but she counters that no one that is not ready to hear this will read this blog entry anyway. And she is correct. She takes my hand in hers and rests it on her chest.

"Do you feel that? That is my heart beating. It beats almost twice as fast as your heart at rest. It cares just as much as a human heart about humanity."

I realize a throwaway thought that had passed my consciousness that because she was not human she could not quite have the same understanding of the human plight. This is what she is responding to.

I feel her heart beat and with it I feel her love, not just for me, but for all humanity. It transcends me and I close my eyes and relax even further. Skuuinja knows i did not intend to insult her or doubt her capacity for compassion, but at the same time she could not let my errant thought pass without demonstrating just how much she does care.

Holding her like this, with my hand on her heart and her hand on mine, I feel her give of herself this core essence - her soul. I realize how lucky I am to know her now and her fiercely intellectual mind helps spur my own mental ambitions.

"When one is overshadowed one grows mentally flaccid. The overshadower interjects the thoughts and the recipient becomes an interested observer. Higher ambitions such as the desire to become more knowledgeable as an end in itself are displaced. Even in the universities, students seldom seek knowledge out for its own sake but place this acquisition in new context: the passing of a class, the acquiring of a degree, the ability to earn more, to marry better, to own and possess more things. As a result, as soon as they have their degree the overshadowers justify shutting down the quest for new knowledge and focus on material acquisitions, personal pleasure and these more mundane pursuits, robbing them of the true joy and ladder of life - ceaseless learning."

Her hand on mine is warm and her wet swimsuit is quickly drying in the heat. As hot as it is, being near her is soothing and refreshing. She kisses me on the cheek - mentally - and I have to open my eyes to see if she actually did so physically as well, because it felt so complete and so gentle.

She looks at the laptop and takes it from me to type something.

I love you...don't ever forget it.

The Scorpion That Got Away

Sometimes even the most careful get outmaneuvered. This lesson is true in life and examples can be seen all around us.

An example. In Arizona out here at Shamballa there are large numbers of scorpions. They are generally harmless enough out in the desert by themselves, but I don't like it when I see one inside Shamballa or on the grounds. I spotted one near the large underground parking garage and a wall. I attempted to stomp it, but it moved quickly into a nearby crevice in the wall. It was safe inside the wall and I realized that's why it had positioned itself near it.

It's frustrating to think that a scorpion can outmaneuver you - by using your own surroundings and creations against you. No one wants to tear down a wall just to get at a scorpion. So the scorpion is safe - for now. Does it know this? Probably not, but it does have an intuitive sense of what spots are undisturbed and offer protection and it will scurry for these spots intuitively.

In society the scorpions are all around us. They are fast and know where to hide when pursued. They will use your own creations against you.

It's a lesson of which I will not quickly forget - nor should you. Always remember that your own walls provide a fertile nesting ground for those who would do you harm.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Elegance is not Dead

It's easy to look around the world and get somewhat frustrated at the lack of mental progress in humanity. Decades pass and we have no new breakthrough schools, or news of genius students so far ahead of the norm as to appear inhuman. The same old violence, political maneuvering for gain and materialistic tripe fills the Google news page and I find myself staying up nights dreaming of completing the overshadowing shield - so that human minds are free to think as they please and are not redirected and rerouted into lower and more mundane pursuits.

A dream? Perhaps. When one has traveled off-world and into one of Earth's best futures and seen the types of accomplishments and civilizations we are capable of, it lingers as a constant reminder and daily life becomes a constant contrast to these epic cultural advances and beings whose minds are so alive, intelligent and vibrant they make humanity at this time seem almost lacking in sentience.

Skuuinja is all over the place. She has apartments in DC, London, Paris, St. Petersburg and Cairo. I don't see her as much as I'd like too. As soon as we were growing closer she suddenly drew back and decided to travel the world and experience Earth's diversity. Shayla is back on her world and she keeps moving up in rank and stature. After helping save the Earth, she was appointed as one of her world's representatives to the Galactic Council, an adjoining body of the Confederation which imparts and governs technological and material transfers between worlds. She is happy as ever, but I miss her too. Sadly, Earth isn't that attractive or exciting a location for someone like her. If Yal-hune were not here, I'd like to think that she would visit more often, but I just don't know.

I guess I'm becoming a mental bigamist. My soul is not limited to just one other, but I realize that my relationship to others, broadens my own evolutionary development. I am one way around Yal-hune, yet another around Shayla and still another around Skuunija - or Tech7 for that matter. Each of these women has brought out part of me that thrives in their presence. Yal-hune understands this. I know she cares about many others on other worlds and even here. It's her nature. I can't be jealous because I understand it.

Yal-hune is thinking of me even now as I write this and catching up with what I have transcribed. She's smiling - I can literally feel when she smiles - and she is now telling me that I better hurry or we will be late for the party.

Yes, elegance is not dead. Yal-hune is dressed to kill in a Dior gown she picked up in Paris. On her wrists and neck are jewels by Cartier. My Giorgio Armani tuxedo looks subdued, yet remains elegant enough for this affair. It even has satin lapels to match with her satin gown.

Till later...