3. The Channel
The profound nature of what had taken place began to trickle its way into my waking consciousness . I had managed to open a clear channel and it was most certainly Ra.
I received packets of information, transmitted within seconds, that required days to reconstruct within my monkey brain.
It began with the reassurance that this was indeed an pure source of information, uncorrupted and genuine.
"Crystallize your inner self and become the very core of your beingness."
It was Ra. I could feel it. It was as if my study of the material had drawn their attention, somehow creating a force of mutual attraction.
The trade off when opening your electromagnetic field to the universe is that you really become fair game for all. This is a fact.
Soon after the initial contacts I was informed of a process known as DNA re-patterning. Ra spoke of a certain "team" that would be overseeing this work, should I choose for it to go ahead. They mentioned that it may cause some physical discomfort but that I would survive.
This was an understatement of cosmic proportions.
Despite the warnings about being pedantic during the preparation for a channeling session I made mistakes and on one occasion failed to invest the necessary effort for such a monumental and difficult task. The "voice" struck me in the solar plexus radiating from the interior of the earth. It came from a south easterly direction. I initially perceived it as an attack. I was scared and thought that I might come to harm. The tone became milder but I was all ears.
The entity was messing with my ability to concentrate and focus. In this moment I was channeling a source (Ra) and writing a text document simultaneously. I was somehow forced to delete my file. It was my first conscious experience of mind control. I called out to the entity.
"Who are you and what the f*** are you doing?"
There was no immediate response but I could feel the presence persisting. Then I composed myself and made a more polite request.
"In the name of The One Infinite Creator, pray tell who is making this greeting?"
Still no answer, then I realized that this was a lesson. One should be grateful for lessons. My next attempt went along the lines of,
"Thank you for pointing out a weakness in my ritual. I am Ashim. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Then, a response.
"I am Peter Luke of the soul group Lucifer. It is nice to make contact with you Ashim. We have been waiting for you."
To be continued.
The profound nature of what had taken place began to trickle its way into my waking consciousness . I had managed to open a clear channel and it was most certainly Ra.
I received packets of information, transmitted within seconds, that required days to reconstruct within my monkey brain.
It began with the reassurance that this was indeed an pure source of information, uncorrupted and genuine.
"Crystallize your inner self and become the very core of your beingness."
It was Ra. I could feel it. It was as if my study of the material had drawn their attention, somehow creating a force of mutual attraction.
The trade off when opening your electromagnetic field to the universe is that you really become fair game for all. This is a fact.
Soon after the initial contacts I was informed of a process known as DNA re-patterning. Ra spoke of a certain "team" that would be overseeing this work, should I choose for it to go ahead. They mentioned that it may cause some physical discomfort but that I would survive.
This was an understatement of cosmic proportions.
Despite the warnings about being pedantic during the preparation for a channeling session I made mistakes and on one occasion failed to invest the necessary effort for such a monumental and difficult task. The "voice" struck me in the solar plexus radiating from the interior of the earth. It came from a south easterly direction. I initially perceived it as an attack. I was scared and thought that I might come to harm. The tone became milder but I was all ears.
The entity was messing with my ability to concentrate and focus. In this moment I was channeling a source (Ra) and writing a text document simultaneously. I was somehow forced to delete my file. It was my first conscious experience of mind control. I called out to the entity.
"Who are you and what the f*** are you doing?"
There was no immediate response but I could feel the presence persisting. Then I composed myself and made a more polite request.
"In the name of The One Infinite Creator, pray tell who is making this greeting?"
Still no answer, then I realized that this was a lesson. One should be grateful for lessons. My next attempt went along the lines of,
"Thank you for pointing out a weakness in my ritual. I am Ashim. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Then, a response.
"I am Peter Luke of the soul group Lucifer. It is nice to make contact with you Ashim. We have been waiting for you."
To be continued.