Hi Romain, I think Bets is referring to a chat room conference, of Pulsar, myself and Bets were in the other day, and I heard Pulsar mention the robed beings, but didn't connect it to this here topic, but now I do. Pulsar will have to tell us more about that.

Justin, you confirmed a bit of what I was seeing, of resin and wood mixed together, but you mentioned the stone instead. could I have been my interpreter was seeing some of this, but I concentrated on the structure of the coffin, yet the stone was fascinating too, seemingly operated without mechanical control. I seen shiny too, shiny compounds but still thought I viewed the coffin to be shiny.

interesting anyway. I agree Romain, another trip may yield more. insofar as other lives, disc members, I continue to see individuation, that becoming factor is continuous and nothing is lost by willful merges with others, in our oneness sense, but the more we share, the bigger we are in our oneness within PUL, or grace.

there is nothing to fear that love cannot overcome Justin. we are being assisted is my supposition. you're 3rd eye seems to be operating just fine. when the time comes, I know you are reflecting on these things, we who are of like mind, vibrating in similar responsibility, will shift into a higher dimensional reality if we have not already done so.

this rang true for me as I talked to another who is resonating with me on the inner planes. love, alysia

Greetings,

obviously I owe you a statement about the pyramids, there it is:

It was around midday, the sun blaring from the sky, visual effects like looming (you know it from e.g. highways, like fog coming from up the ground), in front of a pyramid, I saw two female persons, dressed like bedouins. The color of their robes was on a skale between green and blue.
They were waiting for others to come, to get inside the pyramid, the interior must have been like an energy knot, so they were courious, and wanted to explore the interior.
I remember that they were waving with their arms, giving a road sign.

yours sincerely,

pulsar