gordon phinn
Ex Member
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Woops! didn't quite fit ! .............. I expressed a desire to encounter a being or beings from Galactic headquarters. A response came. “They are all too busy, but I have been assigned as a representative for this focus level. How can I assist you?” I wanted to know why Galactic central, or whatever it was known as, was actually necessary. “Your question is noted and answered thusly: the members of the Galactic central, as you call it, concern themselves, not with the dull administrative chores you may be imagining, but with balancing the needs of various planetary cultures, assuring that squabbles do not get out of hand. Squabbles such as mineral rights on Earth, which many extraterrestrials, as we called them, seem to regard as their own.” I thanked him/her for the example, as it seemed very apt. Did they continue their mining activities convinced we were so stupid that we deserved the exploitation? Some of them, yes, apparently. And some of them, while not dismissing us or interfering with our evolution, saw their own need as supreme, and calculated that certain elements on Earth were so abundant that we could easily spare some. I had to admit that this sounded very human in its reasoning. I thought ‘the cosmic beggar meets the rapacious capitalist’. The Galactic Central bureaucrat partially concurred. Post facto rationalization had a very broad usage it would seem. I expressed a certain skepticism as regards the value of the debating process at the Galactic level. Physically alive humans were being encouraged to participate, but other than a sense of belonging, I wondered what good, if any, it might do. The sense of belonging was, in fact, the whole point of the exercise, I was told. Humans need to know, I was told, that they have a seat at table. If they remember to show up, I added. “Yes, well, that could be a problem.” Will the ‘humans needing to know’ stage last for some years, to be then replaced with the ‘few humans who care participating’ stage? “That’s something along the lines of what we were envisioning”. I asked about members of the planetary hierarchy, such as Jesus, Buddha, Maitreya and Saint Germain, participating. “Yes, they and their assistants are intimately involved. As perhaps you might have guessed.” I asked if issues were decided without any human participation. The hierarchy was human after all, even if they were graduated members. And he suspected that I myself had more than once sat in the visitors gallery. This shocked me until recalled portraying that very situation fictionally and wondering where exactly I got the idea. He then diplomatically implied that if I wanted to overcome my visitor-on-the-periphery status I would have to develop a much more continuous sense of consciousness, one that would not be periodically obliterated by sleep. I knew this to be true and took my lumps like a man. Continuity of consciousness is something all aspirants strive for. That pearl beyond price: knowing where you are at all hours of the day and night. Knowing where all of you is, not just some of you. I thanked the Galactic representative for his efforts and he sort of dwindled down to a dot and then disappeared. I tasted my humility for a while and then, perhaps to reassert my status amongst the righteous, put out a call for one of the ‘Greys’ involved in the hybrid breeding project. As I waited for a response I wondered how John was doing. Intuition said ‘just fine’. A being that looked more like a Nordic than a Grey appeared in front of me, beaming with a brew of authority, nobility charm and pride. Well, something like that. Certainly no shame, which is perhaps what I was expecting. “I am here to represent the Greys,” he telepathed, “And I can see you are one of the old human souls who resent the Greys initiative as a betrayal of some kind.” The Greys and The Reptilians are an abomination to me. I find their arguments specious, their ways deceptive and manipulative and their perceived goals repulsive. This notion that they hold up the human dark side to the mirror of conscience to be the worst kind of retroactive rationalization, worthy of perhaps only the Nazis. “You would excuse the ongoing human practice of economic slavery?” “Our sins and shortcomings are no concern of yours. And using them to justify your continued rape of innocence in pursuit of the physical immortality you lust after is a habit worthy only of the dark brothers you serve.” “You yourself have honored the divine role of the rebel angels.” “They serve the polarity created by the law of free will, yes. And they do it well. But the beings you administer serve only their self-interest. And the damage they inflict in the process will take incarnations to heal.” “Not if they forgive as your prophet Jesus suggests.” “None of this supposed forgiveness would be necessary if you and your kind had not initiated the process in the first place” “You would rather the Greys had died out for lack of a heart chakra and the dna it implies? “In a word, yes. Species die out continually, especially when they have served their purpose. It’s no great loss. Their spirits can always incarnate in other life streams.” “You would condemn them, then, to extinction.” “I would suggest they taste the karma of their own choices, made so long ago, instead of deferring their fate with genetic experimentation.” “You are cruel sir. You show no compassion.” “I fight fire with fire and I speak with the wrath of the righteous. Compassion is received when it is deserved.” “Compassion is always deserved.” “You demean the spiritual laws of this planet when you speak from cynical self-interest, and I dismiss you from my presence.” With this he faded, but I knew my victory was hollow. The hybrid breeding program was so advanced by this point, into its third generation at least as far as I could tell, that there was literally no turning back. Whether the hybrids would survive the vibrational increase of the ascension process remained to be seen, however. As many physically alive humans would not either, I tried not to have preferences on the matter. I put a thought out for John. He appeared smiling. Well, wasn’t this all so fascinating, he seemed to be saying. His colleagues in abduction research would just be amazed. I sensed he wasn’t ready to leave, so I reminded him of the moving between focus levels methodology and bade him a fond farewell.
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