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Parallel Realities
MYTRIA
SPEAKS:
As our
symptoms of transformation were clearing, we were realizing innate abilities that
had been latent inside of us for our entire lives. As these abilities surfaced,
it was obvious that we had been chosen and/or volunteered for this assignment.
We felt very honored to be chosen for this task and literally dedicated our
lives to completing the Temple of the Violet Fire in the manner in which we
were each instructed.
To
master our personal and group multidimensional abilities, we meditated separately
and as a group everyday. We began our day with individual meditations and
closed our day with a group meditation around the campfire. We realized that
these meditations were vital, as we needed to go into a fifth/sixth dimensional
state of consciousness in order to understand the instructions we were
receiving from the Arcturian and Mother Alycone, as we all called Her.
Since
many of our symptoms of transmutation had subsided, we were able to stay active
longer into the night, and we all rose as soon as the Suns came over the
horizon. As we continued our individual and group meditations, we began to form
a deep connection to the planetary Elohim Alycone and the Arcturian, who are
Elohim as well.
Elohim
are highly advanced Beings who are the “creators of form,” as well as masters
of transmuting form into higher frequencies of expression. The Arcturians are
the guardians of the Arcturian Corridor through which ascending individuals, planets,
Solar Systems and Galaxies transmute their form into a higher frequency, and
Mother Alycone was in charge of assisting us to step our society into the fifth
dimension.
As
long as we resonated to the fifth dimension, the Power-Over-Others Draconians
and their minions the Zetas could not even perceive, much less, attack us. We
were temporarily safe, as the Arcturians had cloaked our Village with a fifth
dimensional Dome. However, the state of consciousness of those living within
the Dome determined how long it could maintain its sixth dimensional matrix. Because
there was so much fear and anger among the other citizens of the Village all
the spiritually awakened members of the Village knew that it was their job to
gain and maintain a fifth dimensional state of consciousness.
The lower
frequency fear-based emotions eroded away at the Dome, and it was left to the
ones with higher consciousness to keep the Doom functioning. We were informed
that the completion of the Violet Temple was essential in order to raise the
resonant frequency of our society into the fifth dimension.
We
were also aware that some members of our Village would not be able to release
their need to be warriors. Hence, these warriors created a “decoy Village”
outside of the Dome so that the enemy would not discover that we still existed
as an entire Village. The Dracs were under the impression that many of us had
died and that the decoy Village was all that remained of our Pleiadian
Settlement.
The
Arcturians accomplished this illusion by creating a holographic insert that
appeared that the Dracs had conquered us. However, it was not easy to fool a
Draconian, so it was just a matter of time before they realized our true
situation. We had until then to complete our Temple and use the Planetary
Violet Fire to transmute our society into the fifth dimension.
What
we needed was a trained warrior to serve as a liaison between the decoy
Village, the real Village and our building site. No sooner did we realize that,
than someone appeared to fill that role. My heart burst open when I realized
that it was Mytre. I was by the Lake taking a moment to relax and regroup from
all my many responsibilities when I saw someone walking towards me. The Sun was
in my face, so I could not see who it was, but I knew it was a man who felt
similar to Mytre.
No,
that could not be, I thought, but the feeling felt even stronger as the man
came closer. As I started walking towards him and when the Sun was no longer
between us, I saw it was indeed Mytre. I ran to him, and within the no-time of re-connected lovers, we were
in each others arms. However, I felt that something was slightly different.
Mytre instantly sensed my feelings and pushed me back so he could look me in
the eye.
“My
dearest Mytria,” he spoke with sadness in his eyes, “I am not the Mytre you
were expecting. I am a Parallel Reality of that Mytre.”
I
looked into his beautiful eyes and said, “I don’t care my beloved. I will take
any version of you that I can get.”
Nothing
else was said as we wandered arm-in-arm off into the nearby meadow. The “real”
Mytre and I had spent many a warm day lying in the soft grass and enjoying each
other’s company in the most intimate of ways. As the Sun began to flirt with
the horizon we arose to take a slow walk back to the Camp.
When
we arrived at Camp, Mytre had to tell every delighted and surprised person that
he was the Parallel version of the Mytre that they have known. They all had a similar
response as mine. It was immediately clear to everyone that this Mytre would
serve as the liaison that we needed.
As we
sat around the campfire, Mytre was asked how he had become a parallel version of
the Mytre that they had known. As the firelight flickered across his face, I
was so happy to have him with me that my heart filled with deep love and
gratitude. It had been a huge challenge to carry this responsibility without my
best friend’s support and consultation. I knew that he would travel back and
forth from our Construction Camp, the Village and the Decoy Village, but he
would always be close.
As the
laughter and conversation began to fade, Mytre started to tell his incredible
tale. Someone had asked him how he split off from the “other” versions of
himself, which made everyone laugh, somewhat nervously. Mytre laughed along
with them, then slowly his face changed and he became very serious as he told
his story:
“It is
difficult to answer your questions about when I became the “other” version of
Mytre, for I think of that Mytre being the “other” version me. To his perception,
I am from his parallel reality. Conversely, to my perception, he is from my
parallel reality. Actually, I do not know whether or not that version of Mytre even knows I exist.
“I connected
with him while he was outside of time
visiting the bubbles of his many versions of reality as pure consciousness. I
don’t think that he recognized our connection, but I did. He was from the
reality in which he took the Mission to fly the small Space Craft to the
Arcturian Starship to get their help. On the other hand, I was from the
parallel reality in which I stayed in the Village and did not go the Arcturian
Starship.
“In
both realities Mytria still went into the Temple to have our beloved daughter, but
in my reality I went off to battle, but stayed on the planet. Things did not go
well for Mytria and I in that reality, and by the time that I met the
consciousness of the other Mytre I had fallen into a very primitive version of
myself.
“I
constantly doubted my decision to stay on the planet, and in fact, the mission
to gain the Arcturians assistance failed. We were attacked again and again and
over half of our population died. The rest of us had to scatter across the face
of the planet and live our lives as refugees hiding in caves and extremely
remote areas.
“All
of our Starships and most of our dwellings were destroyed. Worse yet, the
Temple was attacked and both Mytria and our daughter were killed. I had not
protected our Village by flying the Ship to ask the Arcturians for assistant
because I stayed behind to protect Mytria and Alycia. Then, one day when I was
out drinking with my ‘friends,’ which I did a lot of then, the Temple was
attacked, and I was too drunk to protect my wife and daughter.”
At
this point, Mytre became so upset that he had to stop talking. Everyone sat
stone still and only the cracking of the fire could be heard. It took every bit
of my will power to remain still to allow Mytre to gain enough composure to
complete his story. Every one around the campfire did the same. After what seemed
like days, Mytre was ready to continue.
“Thank
you for allowing me a moment to regain my composure,” Mytre said. “I can feel
the great love and camaraderie within this group, which gives me the courage to
continue. When my consciousness first connected with the other Mytre, I was on
the edge of death. Our Village and lifestyle had been destroyed long ago, and I
was living like an animal alone in the Wilderness. My soul purpose in life was
to be a sniper and kill as many Dracs as possible.
“I had
finally gained enough dignity to take off on my own in search of our Draconian
enemy who still hunted us. I do not know that there was much dignity in laying
in wait for my prey, but I did kill quite a few of them and thought I was
making a difference. However, I was one person and the difference I made was
quite minimal considering the dire straights of our surviving group.
“When I
made my brief connection with the other
Mytre, I was suffering from such a high fever that I was in great danger of
dying. Perhaps, that is why I could recognize a version of myself that was more
powerful and courageous. I instantly knew that in that reality I had been
studying with the Arcturians to learn about mind over matter. I silently
wondered what I would have to do to be able to study with the Arcturians?
“To my
great surprise I heard the inner message of, ‘START OVER.’
“With
these two words, the damn burst open and all the guilt, shame and deep sorrow
overtook me. For the first time, I cried over the loss of my family, as well as
the Village and my entire life.
‘“How
do I start over?’ I screamed into the air.
“Then
the Arcturian appeared in my reality and stood in front of me. I started to kneel
before It when I heard a firm, ‘STAND UP!’
I
wiped my eyes and stood before this magnificent Being of wavering light in the
loose form of a humanoid and silently waited for the Arcturian to speak again.
“Time
is an illusion,” said the Arcturian.
I
pondered what the Arcturian said. Yes, if
I could somehow see a version of me outside of time, than I must have left
time too.
“Yes,”
replied the Arcturian.
“Can I
go back in time to when I decided to stay in the Village and decide instead to take
the challenge of flying our small Ship to get help?
“You need
to enter the reality of the Mytre that you saw, but you are needed in a
different time zone. Are you willing to accept that assignment?”
“Yes
Sir,” I instantly replied.
“We
are not of your military and are not involved in your fighting,” explained the
Arcturian. “However, we are interested in honing the innate ability you displayed
by consciously perceiving another version of yourself who was able to move into
the higher frequencies beyond time. If you can SEE another version of your
SELF, you can BE another version of your SELF.
“You
may think that the reality you are living has been a complete failure,” the
Arcturian continued, “but the abilities you have honed of being stealthy and able
to blend into any situation are much needed in the timeline of the reality that
we need you to enter. The version of your SELF in that reality is receiving
important training and cannot be taken into active service.
“However,
you appear to be in need of a purpose. In fact, you have been training for this
service but have been too lost in self-pity to hear our call. Now that you have
connected with us, are you ready for the assignment we have for you?”
“I am
absolutely ready to be of service,” I said with the most dignity I had felt in
a very long time.
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