The following material is excerpted from the third book in my Exploring the Afterlife Series Voyages Into the Afterlife: Charting Unknown Territory. These experiences took place during a program at The Monroe Institute. called, Exploration 27.
Copyright Bruce Moen. All rights reserved.
The Gathering Part 3 (conclusion)
In response I was shown the image of a comet with a very large, tear drop shape. Existence of this comet would be a surprise to the general population of earth. My mind flashed back briefly to my tour of the Coordinating Intelligences. Then, as I watched the comet approach Earth, in the background I could hear the line from a sixties tune that goes, "This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius." From that information I interpreted that the comet might come out of Aquarius in the Zodiac or might indicate the new way of thinking nature of Aquarius. I also noted that Uranus is Aquarius's planetary ruler, meaning the energies of the two are similar. So, this comet might in some way be linked to events consistent with that energy which tends toward sudden, unexpected, bizarre changes, usually uncomfortable in some way.
Next I had the impression of something very far distant, millions or billions of light years away. Whatever this was would align with the earth's rotational axis on the north pole side. This alignment would allow connection with some form of energy that would enter the earth's energetic system. The approaching comet would provide a triggering event to establish this energetic connection. At the end of the image sequence I was shown a crab that I took to mean there is some connection between the comet and the Zodiac sign of Cancer, which is energetically similar to the Moon. The moon's energies deal with the emotions, the distant past and the feminine principle.
As a side note, I was a little flabbergasted after returning home from the program, by an article in The Rocky Mountain News, here in Denver. The story was the first public announcement of the sighting of a previously unknown comet discovered by an amateur astronomer in Japan, on January 30, 1996. This is the comet named Hyakutke after its discoverer. Astrologically, January 30 occurs when the sun is in the sign of Aquarius in the Zodiac. I was further floored by the projected path of the comet, printed along with the article in the newspaper. Its path viewed from earth, the article disclosed, would bring it very, very close to the North Star, Polaris. Polaris is the one star which is aligned to the earth's rotational axis on the north pole side of the globe. The article stated that comet Hyakutke would pass within 9.3 million miles of earth in late March of 1996, and then continue on, around our sun. As I was reading the article the hairs were standing up on the back of my neck as I remembered the images from my 2ndGathgroup contact. I'm still very curious about the meaning of the crab in those images. For whatever it all means, I feel like the appearance of comet Hyakutke gave me some level of confirmation of the information I received.
Another of Dar's voiced questions on the tape asked, "What will be the emotional impact of the earth changes on human beings." When I asked that question my earlier suspicions about the feeling nature of 2ndGathgroup were confirmed. My host could not use his normal tonal language to respond to my question. Instead he attempted to tone back to me the sound in our English language that caused him confusion. Nothing in his tonal language equated to the energy of the word "emotional." He could only try, with great difficulty, to repeat back the English language sound of my word.
"EEEE . . . MMMM . . . OOOOOOOH . . . SHAAA . . . UN . . . ALLL impact?" was his response, spoken in very broken tonal English followed by a huge question mark.
"Yes emotional impact, you know, feelings. For example, if you were on the earth when this Love energy enters the core crystal, what expression would you give that energy as an individual?" I toned back to him. By the dumbfounded look on his face I could see this guy was drawing a complete, clueless blank.
"We are a telepathic race and as such have almost no understanding of what it means to experience anything as an individual. We are all connected together in an instantaneous access fashion and all of us experience everything as a collective unit. A member of our race, acting as an individual, causes great disruptions in the flow of information between the rest of us. It does happen occasionally, but it's greatly discouraged. We've had to develop a form of group consciousness which is relatively cooperative and uniform. This cooperation emanates from the group as a whole and is controlled by the group as a whole."
"We in the earth school perceive ourselves to be individuals, separate from the rest of our group," I responded. "Most people here operate as if their thoughts can be held in complete privacy. I don't personally believe that myth myself, but that's what most earth people believe and live by."
Now I was the one feeling a little dumbfounded. I was having difficulty following the meaning of my host's dissertation. I was trying to conceive of and understand the implications of being a member of a telepathic race. I kept asking myself what it would be like to live as a member of such a race where all minds are connected? What were the implications of each member's thoughts being freely, instantaneously perceived by all others? On earth that would mean the thoughts of an aboriginal native in the Outback of Australia would be running through the mind of a New York stockbroker. The thoughts of a suicidally depressed women in China would be drifting through the mind of Queen of England. The thoughts of a Holy War, Muslim soldier in Baghdad would be flooding through every other mind in the world. It would be the complete and utter chaos of listening to five billion different radio stations, all broadcasting through the single radio receiver of my mind. For me to function at all there could be no cultural, sexual, religious, ideological or nationalistic differences what so ever. Such an existence is inconceivable to me. Yet, 2ndGathgroup's telepathic existence had to deal with all these individual differences in order to function. Now I was the one drawing a blank. I was the one with the clueless look on my face.
"Reep, rang, rang, wacko!" I toned to the Spokesman, meaning, "the implications of your telepathic existence for the individual mind in the human earth school are incomprehensible. Such telepathic connection does occur for some individuals here, but it is definitely discouraged. Here, we call those kind of people insane. Not too many years ago we burned those kinds of people at the stake as witches." Realizing my contact with 2ndGathgroup held the potential to learn more about their impossible way of life, I continued listening to the Spokesman's explanation.
"If individual thoughts were not tightly controlled," the Spokesman continued, "with our telepathic ability our consciousness would be jammed by the simultaneous reception of all of the individual thoughts of the billions of inhabitants in our race. No one could possibly exist or think in such a jumble of random thoughts."
"And yet," I toned to the Spokesman, "that's exactly how we in the earth school live our lives, but without conscious telepathic connection."
"This is beyond our comprehension!" exclaimed the Spokesman. "We've always thought your way of living was impossible."
"Yeah, I think you're way of living is impossible too! We in the earth school evidently took a different evolutionary route to conscious awareness. Our adaptation was to close down our awareness of others in our group to survive and function as individual beings, separate from the whole."
"We on the other hand, have evolved a way of thinking our thoughts as a telepathically connect whole," the Spokesman declared. "When you mention existence as individuals, we became more interested in communication with you. We want to learn how it is you earth schoolers manage to exist as individuals. This is one of the things we have come to observe and record. As for that other sound you made, that EEEE . . . MMMM . . . . sound, we have no contact, zero understanding, no comprehension, nothing on file, whatever it is, it is not in our language or awareness in any form. But as explorers we understand that many times great understanding comes from probing that which is unknown. The thing you refer to with your EEEE . . . MMMM . . . sound definitely qualifies as an unknown. Is this thing connected in some way with learning to feel?" he asked.
"Yes, emotional impact and feeling are very closely related in earth school reality. They are sort of two ways of communicating about the same thing," I told him. "Some of us view emotion as an energy and feelings as the impact of emotional energies."
"Really! This is great! The major goal of our mission here is to learn about feeling. That's why we brought all this equipment and these technicians here from our home world. Our primary mission is to observe and record whatever we can about this feeling thing, whatever it is."
"I see, and that's a lot of fine looking equipment you have here too. Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm pretty certain all your instrumentation and hardware is going to be useless to fulfill your primary mission," I toned to the Spokesman.
The very next thing I heard sounded like the voices of a thousand, individual turkeys screaming at the top of their lungs and echoing around inside a huge, hollow tin can.
"Squabble . . . . squabble, squabble . . . . squabble, squabble, squabble exploded from the control room of the 2ndGathgroup's ship. They had temporarily lost control of their group mind, in the logical incongruity they saw in my remark. In the feel of the sound as hundreds of the crew members shouted out in their thoughts, I heard things like "What that earthling is saying is impossible. Our technology is so far ahead of theirs, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
It took a good ten seconds or more for the squabbling sound of a thousand turkeys in the big tin can to quiet down. I immediately knew I'd just witnessed an example of what happens when there is strong, individual expression within the group mind of a telepathically connected race. Utter chaos broke loose in their thinking process, as they reacted to the logical impossibility of my statement. After a short struggle, they got themselves back in the groove of their normal form of consciousness, and then the Spokesman connected with me again.
I continued, "In my opinion, as an earth school student, in order for you to fulfill your mission your won't be able to rely on your hardware."
The sound of a thousand turkey voices screaming in a big tin can erupted again. "Squabble . . . . . squabble . . . squabble, squabble, squabble, squabble, squabble," flew around like a zillion ping pong balls, bouncing and ricocheting off every thing and every one inside their ship until the crew regained control of their individual thoughts. It quieted down more quickly this time.
"As you've probably noticed, there is some disbelief on the part of most of our crew on that point," the Spokesman said, "could you explain more please, about our . . . a . . . hardware inadequacy."
"Not so much inadequacy as unsuitability," I replied. "You see, the only way I know to observe and record the feeling or emotional impact of an energy such a Love is for me to be the instrumentation. I think to complete your mission, you'll have to become the detectors and recorders yourselves. It will require that you use your body as the hardware. Your other instruments might pick up something, but it will most likely not fulfill your mission to understand the meaning of feelings."
Such an idea had obviously never occurred to these guys. A minor bit of squabbling broke out off and on during an extended silence, as the 2ndGathgroup pondered the meaning of what I was saying.
"Since the energy of Pure Unconditional Love is involved in the great event we are here to record, is there any way you can demonstrate to us what you mean, by using that specific energy?" the Spokesman asked.
Now it became clear to me why Robyn, one of the women in our group, had suddenly appeared near by just a few moments ago. I'd caught her arrival and wondered why she showed up.
"Just a moment please," I toned back to the Spokesman.
Then I turned my attention to Robyn, "Shereep, nanck, grreeech, grreeech," I toned to her. In doing so, she took into herself, understood and remembered the entire story from my first point of contact with 2ndGathgroup, to just after she'd arrived. I ended my toning to Robyn with the question mark, "Can you help me with a demonstration for these guys?"
Robyn took it all in and immediately toned back, "Sure let's give it a try, this could be a lot of fun!"
Then turning our attention to the Spokesman, Robyn and I indicated our willingness and readiness to demonstrate.
"Just a moment," he said, "we want to do an instrument check to make sure everything is ready to record." Then, after a few moments, "Okay, go ahead and begin your demonstration."
Robyn and I stood face to face a few feet apart. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, smiling, and allowing a feeling of Pure Unconditional Love to build up in both of us. We each let our individual expression of Pure Unconditional Love energy generate our own, unique tone with in us, separately. My tone sounded so real to me, I was sure a physical world tape recorder could have picked it up and played it back. We let the power of our tones build up and each projected ours to the heart of the other. When we did, our hearts were joined together in expression of Pure Unconditional Love.
Our tones were at slightly different frequencies and in their joining I could both hear and feel a beat frequency! I probably shouldn't have been surprised, but I was! Joining our tones, two separate, individual expressions of Pure Unconditional Love, behaved just like Hemi-Sync sound. The resulting beat frequency carried a feeling like a combination of deep gratitude and totally loving acceptance of everything and everyone. Absolute Bliss! Robyn and I let the beat frequency's power build up between us for about ten seconds and then diverted a portion of its energy toward the 2ndGathgroup Spokesman. We held it there for five or six seconds and then both switched it off, simultaneously. After stopping, I looked around inside the ship to get an image of what the technicians were doing. They were all busily checking the readouts at their workstations.
"Jabber, pop, pop, snap," came back from the Spokesman. "Our instruments registered something, but it makes no sense to us, some sort of time anomaly we think."
Robyn and I waited for the minor squabbling sound in the background to quiet down.
"Well, it's great that your instruments registered something. But like I said before, to complete your mission of observing and recording the feeling and emotional impact of Pure Unconditional Love energy YOU must become the data gathering devices."
They were very confused again by this statement. "Squabble, squabble . . . squabble," broke out in minor pockets of the crew, bouncing around from one area to another. It reminded me of what would happen if scientists here in the earth school were trying to learn about Love using oscilloscopes, sensors and other physical world hardware. They might be able to sense the smoke, but they'd never feel the fire.
Just then Dar's voice came in on the tape informing us it was time to return to the crystal at TMI There.
I toned to the Spokesman, "Sorry, we have to return to our . . . uh . . . base now. I hope that demonstration helped."
Without waiting for a reply, Robyn and I turned to leave, heading for TMI There. As we left, looking back I saw a rather puzzled look on the 2ndGathgroup Spokesman's face. I can only assume our sudden departure was another form of logical incongruity to him. I had the distinct impression he just couldn't logically fathom why we'd leave right in the middle of his important experiments.
We went to TMI There, gathered with the rest of our group around the crystal and basked in its energy for a little while. Feeling fully recharged we all left for our CHEC units and C-1 consciousness at Dar's request.
CHAPTER 16: 2NDGATHGROUP, SECOND CONTACT
The next tape exercise was the last one of the Exploration 27 program. It had been such an exciting, interesting experience that I approached its end with a bitter sweet feeling. Bypassing the Hemi-Sync guidance to Focus 27, I arrived at my place to find all the hanging chairs occupied except the one, where I sat down. Everyone was all smiles around the table. Bob was the first to speak.
"Well, for a program in which nothing was going to happen until later, it's been quite a ride hasn't it!" he remarked. "I can tell you now, there's even more that comes later. I'm looking forward to working with you in the future. For now, we all just want you to know how much we appreciate what you've done, for us, for your group and for your Self. This has been the best Exploration 27 program yet and you've helped to make that happen."
"And the progress you've made toward learning the meaning of Love," Rebecca said, "Bruce, I'm so pleased and happy for you! It's just marvelous!"
"When the program is over, and you've gone home," White Bear toned, "come here whenever you like, and we'll continue your leaping practice. You've got enough of the basics to keep you busy for a while. Remember, leaping can teach you much!"
"I remember the early days, Bruce," Coach chimed in, "your struggle to find Rebecca at the Flowers, our first meeting. Son, you've grown so much in so little time. I know your curiosity will drive you on to places you can't even imagine right now. I'll always be nearby, watching and cheering."
"And as for me," Sensuous said, in a voice dripping with honey, "I'm looking forward to the time you remember where we were once together. Until then, look for me in your dreams, and surrounding you in the environment of your waking hours."
With that, it was time to go to TMI There and meet my group at the crystal. Before I left, everyone around the table stood and applauded. I get choked up just remembering the scene. When I arrived at the crystal, Bob and Ed were waiting for me off to the side. Bob motioned me over and I walked to where they were standing.
"One more thing before you go," Bob said, "Blah blah . . .blah, blah, blah."
Blah, blah isn't exactly what he said, but whatever he was saying seemed like idle nonsense. Then I felt someone standing to my right, two feet away. I turned and looked to see who it was and it was the same guy I'd seen a day or so earlier, when Bob was talking nonsense. The same unknown guy.
"Bob, that same guy is standing here again, who is he?" I asked.
Bob went on blabbing like he hadn't heard me. I turned to Ed.
"Ed, who is that?"
Ed, just smiled and stood there without saying a word. This was really puzzling behavior and it was frustrating not to get an answer. I looked at the guy again. It was the same guy, same medium length, coal black hair. Same neutral expression on his face. Same long side burns, almost mutton chops, maybe five feet, seven inches tall. No beard, no mustache, dark brown eyes, average weight and a Mediterranean complexion. I turned back to Bob.
"Come on, Bob, who this guy?"
He just shrugged and said, "Isn't he with you?"
"Come on, Bob . . . Ed . . . who is this guy?"
Feeling frustrated at their antics, I walked away and joined my group at the crystal. Before beginning this tape exercise I had decided I wouldn't go to Focus 34/35 this time to explore on my own. Instead I intended to see what I could do to assist other members of our group. During our debrief sessions between tapes it was apparent some of them were having a little difficulty in their exploration at the Gathering. Since I was having such an easy time and had already received more information and insight than I thought possible, I decided to help some of my buddies. After we performed our lotus blossom WOOO-AAAHH a few times I held back a little when everyone else took off for Focus 34/35. After I started moving in that direction my plan was to look for any stragglers from our group. I was just about to place my intent on assisting them when I felt a very odd, very strong pull. Like some kind of strange gravity was pulling on the very top of my head, is the best way I can describe it. I had no idea what this strange force was, or why it was pulling on me, so I did what seemed the reasonable thing to do. I let go of my forming intent and let the force pull me to wherever it wanted me to go. After a brief sensation of movement through blackness, I found myself standing in front of the 2ndGathgroup Spokesman again, inside his ship
"Sorry for the intrusion, but you left before we really gathered anything from the demonstration experiments. This is very important to our mission here and we want to continue. Could you demonstrate the EEE . . . MMM impact of Pure Unconditional Love energy for us again," the Spokesman asked. "We didn't really get anything we can use from your last demonstration, but we're pretty certain whatever it is you did has something to do with why we're here to observe and record."
"Of course, I'd be happy to," I replied.
Then looking around inside their space craft, I notice two of the 2ndGathgroup's crew, standing face to face on a raised platform in the control room. They were positioned between the Spokesman and me, and standing stiffly on the platform.
"Yes," the Spokesman said, "these two from our ship have volunteered to participate in the experiment. Since you said we would have to be the sensing and recording devices, two of our crew members have volunteered to allow you to demonstrate using their bodies. We've selected a male and a female for the experiment since in your previous demonstration a male and female of your race were present."
The image of those two volunteers still stands out in my mind. They stood at attention, military style. They were both dressed in uniforms that made it difficult to determine if males and females of their race had any visible, distinguishing features. Also, they were either wearing some sort of helmet or these guys have very large heads. Their heads seemed disproportionately large for the rest of their body size. Both had volunteered for a mission all of 2ndGathgroup considered potentially dangerous. Like a couple of gung-ho Marines, they'd volunteered, understanding full well it might cost them their lives. These were dedicated, professional explorers who understood the concept of risk versus gain. Knowing they might be killed didn't deter their logical understanding that someone must volunteer to fulfill the overall mission of the group. The potential gain for their race was a necessary risk.
As I was looking over the two volunteers, Robyn came into view again. I acknowledged her presence and let out a, "Sqweeeeeek, beep" to her, bringing her up to the present. With it she got everything that had transpired since before the exercise tape started, when I had decided not to explore on my own this time.
"Sure, I'm game. Let's demonstrate it again for them," was Robyn's response to their request. "These two volunteers are so serious! Think we should tell them it isn't going to hurt?" she laughed. "Naw, let's let them find out on their own," she said, punctuating her statement with a devilish giggle.
Standing back about ten or fifteen feet from the two volunteers both Robyn and I looked them over carefully.
"I don't know, Robyn. Which one is the male and which is the female?" I toned to her, trying to keep a straight face.
Her giggling response was, "Hmmm, that's a good question, Bruce. In those suits it's really hard to pick out any recognizable, distinguishing features, if their males and females have any that is."
"Ya, I'd really kind of like to get this right, you know," I giggled back to her. "Hmmm, I think the male is the one on the left."
"Ya," she responded, "I was thinking the one on the right was the female. Let's just go with that."
We each flew over to a position very close to, and behind the volunteers, Robyn stood behind the female, I behind the male. The volunteers were somewhat transparent to my vision and looking through them, I could see Robyn's smiling face, superimposed over the less visible body of the female volunteer. I nodded to the Spokesman, indicating Robyn and I were ready to begin the demonstration.
"Just a moment," he said, "let us check to make sure all of our instrumentation is ready to record."
I glanced at the technicians in the control room, all eyes were glued to their monitors and readouts.
"Okay, you may begin when you're ready," the Spokesman said.
I turned to look directly into Robyn's eyes, she was smiling confidently, happily. So was I. A feeling of Pure Unconditional Love began to fill each of us. We both let the feeling build up a little for a moment or two and then, as if on cue, in unison we stepped into the bodies of the volunteers from behind. We stood there gazing into each others hearts, allowing the emotional expression of Love to build for perhaps three or four seconds. I took a quick look at the technicians in the control room. They all looked completely stunned, frozen in place, even the Spokesman was effected. Not a single one had the intense focus on their monitors and readouts I'd seen just seconds before. Instead, blissful, ecstatic smiles were just beginning to form on some of their faces. I suddenly realized that since these guys were a telepathic race, they were all experiencing what the volunteers were experiencing. I looked back at Robyn and as if on cure, she and I both stepped back in unison, out of the bodies of the volunteers.
The control room became a flurry of frantic activity as the technicians snapped out of their stunned stupor to check readouts on all the instrumentation. Not a single one had maintained consciousness during our demonstration. In Monroe Institute parlance they had all "clicked out".
"Ah . . . MMM . . . this is very unusual," the Spokesman said. "I assure you this has never happened before! We seem to have experienced some sort of total malfunction of every piece of our equipment. System clocks show approximately three of your earth seconds elapsed during the experiment, but not a single other instrument registers anything! I apologize for any inconvenience, but would you mind demonstrating again?"
I glanced over to get Robyn's okay and was surprised to see her gone. Instead, Rebecca was standing in her place, behind the female volunteer. Rebecca smiled and nodded her agreement. I turned back to the Spokesman.
"Believe me when I say, it will be my great pleasure to repeat the demonstration for you again," I toned to him.
"Very well, we'll need a few moments to recheck our instruments and reset all our recorders."
"That would be fine with us. Please take all the time you need to be certain all your instrumentation is ready," I replied.
Turning back toward the female volunteer, Rebecca and I stood, beaming radiant smiles to each other, waiting for the go ahead from the Spokesman. I had to suppress the urge to giggle as I said, out loud, "We're ready when you are."
After a moment the Spokesman nodded indicating they were ready. Looking directly into each others hearts, Rebecca and I simultaneously stepped into the bodies of the volunteers. We let the feeling of Pure Love building between us continue to rise in power for perhaps six or seven seconds this time. I took a quick survey of the control room to check on the technicians. Their silly, goofy-looking, love-struck smiles had started again. We continued until most of them had their heads leaning back over their chairs, in a completely relaxed position, an expression of open-jawed bliss on all their faces. They were all completely and totally clicked out, totally unconscious. Then Rebecca and I stepped back in unison, out of the bodies of the volunteers.
The technicians had more time to relax their bodies into the Pure Unconditional Love feeling during this demonstration. They had slumped into their chairs in deep relaxation and some got quite a jolt when we abruptly stepped out of the volunteer's bodies. Their physical bodies jerked violently back into the positions they had been in just before we started. It registered with several of them that their body position had changed during our demonstration. We might even have caused a case or two of whiplash if these people have necks like ours. Most had just suddenly catapulted themselves back to the body positions they'd been in just before we started, without realizing anything out of the ordinary had happened. The control room became a flurry of activity again, and when it settled down the Spokesman addressed me.
"I apologize," he said, "this is highly unusual. We seem to have had another malfunction with our equipment. This time our system clocks show approximately seven of your seconds elapsed. And this is odd too. None of our crew has any memory of what occurred during those seven seconds. We're experiencing a loss of time during your demonstration. I know it might be an inconvenience, but would you mind demonstrating again?"
"Not at all," I replied, "it will be our great pleasure."
This time Franceen's smiling face greeted me as I turned back, expecting to see Rebecca. Franceen had taken Rebecca's place and we were both doing our very best to suppress a severe case of the giggles.
"Whenever you're ready," I called out.
The Spokesman nodded after their instrument check, signaling they were ready to record our next demonstration of Pure Unconditional Love energy's, emotional impact. This time, Franceen and I allowed the feeling to build up for perhaps twenty seconds or so. I was floating in a warm, cozy sea of Pure Unconditional Love, a bliss I could have stayed in forever. Smiling from ear to ear, I turned to look over the control room technicians. We'd held the state long enough that a few of them we beginning to regain some level of consciousness just before we stepped out of the volunteer's bodies. A few of them were just beginning to catch the faintest whiff of the feeling. The rest, almost all of them, hadn't regained consciousness and again lurched violently forward to their pre-demonstration positions. None was quite sure what was going on, but there were a few who were almost conscious of the feeling.
"Squabble . . . . . squabble, squabble . . . . squabble, squabble, squabble, squabble," erupted in chaos in the control room.
"This is completely unexplainable!" the Spokesman blasted, after the screaming turkey sounds subsided in the ship. "We've experienced the same malfunction of our equipment again! A little over twenty seconds this time! But this time, some crew members claim something happened during the missing time. Nobody is able to describe what happened in terms the rest of us can understand. We're postulating you're demonstrating some sort of control of time. It appears you earth school people are capable of making time disappear by rendering us all unconscious. If our system clocks are correct, you're somehow able to remove our awareness of the passing of time, and we are unable to resist. Some crew members view this as a potentially dangerous threat to our security. All the squabbling you heard was required to restore order and get the entire crew's agreement and consent to continue these experiments. All have agreed to do so, due to the importance of our mission, but we must also consider our security. Are we getting close to logical point at which to terminate further experimentation?" the Spokesman asked.
"Your perception of missing time is most likely the same thing we call 'clicking out'," I replied. "Some in the earth school understand that when we experience something completely beyond our ability to comprehend, unconsciousness is often the result. For us, this is an indication something beyond our ability to understand is taking place during the missing time. Clicking out is a common experience for earth people too, it means 'unconscious to the experience.' We'll try it again and I think this time you'll get it. Let us know when you're ready."
I looked over and saw Robyn had returned, taking Franceen's place. She was beaming an absolutely radiant, loving smile from every molecule of her Being. Bright pinks and yellows filled the space surrounding her. I realized, as I was looking at Robyn, that her place had been taken by Rebecca and Franceen to communicate the impersonal nature of Pure Unconditional Love energy. It had been done to demonstrate that this was not an energy that could be experienced by only one pairing of humans. It demonstrated that Pure Unconditional Love can be shared between any individuals.
We waited for the signal from the Spokesman, and then stepped into the bodies of the volunteers again. This time I checked the control room guys right before we stepped in, and followed their progress throughout the demonstration. Many of them were no longer bothering to pay any attention to their workstation consoles, monitors or readouts. They were leaning back in their chairs, relaxed, and waiting for the demonstration to begin. As we stepped in, the love-struck expressions returned to their faces, telling me they were again stunned by the power of the experience. Robyn and I let the feeling build higher and higher until it was reminiscent of my experience during the first tape of the program. It continued building until it felt like it had when Nancy Monroe enveloped Bob, Ed, Rebecca and me in a cloud. It felt like I was going to burst into flames again. Robyn and I held that level for over a minute and a half. We held it so long our bodies disappeared and were replaced by a single, soft ball of gently swirling pastels. Warm gentle currents of soft, loving beauty wafted through the single orb in which Robyn and I had become One Being, loving itself. We glowed with the fire and power of the sun.
Somewhere after the first minute or so of holding that feeling, some of the technicians in the control room regained enough consciousness to begin moving their bodies. We continued to hold the feeling of ecstatic bliss. A few technicians were able to stand and move around the ship. A few of them consciously took in the full force, ecstatic blast of the glowing ball, Robyn and I had become as the expression of Pure Unconditional Love energy between two human beings.
The blissed-out joy in those few technicians faces, as they looked at one another in the control room, clearly indicated they were acutely aware of the feeling. We held the feeling long enough to insure that those who were conscious would retain memory of the experience. Once we were certain of that, Robyn and I gradually let the feeling subside, separating back into our individual selves. Then, slowly, we turned down the feeling until it flickered like the flame of a candle. As we held the feeling, low and flickering, a few more technicians began to move around the control room. The gradual reduction minimized the shock to the crew when, at last, we stepped out of the volunteer's bodies. As we stepped out, and the energy level dropped for the 2ndGathgroup, I felt an immediate, collective yearning coming from the few conscious members of the crew. They had experienced the feeling of Pure Unconditional Love at a powerful, emotional level and wistfully yearned to experience it again. A wispy feeling of missing that energy floated from the few crew members who'd felt it.
As the rest of the technicians regained consciousness I could sense the feeling of Pure Unconditional Love moving from those who become conscious during the demonstration to those who had not. Before the demonstration I hadn't even considered this possibility. The memory of the experience, firmly imprinted in the minds of just a few members of the crew, quickly spread throughout the ship. Thoughts were no longer the only things communicated telepathically between them, now the feeling of Pure Unconditional Love passed between them too. Immediately following the feeling's spread through the remainder of the crew, the collective yearning to feel it again, coming from the entire crew this time, washed over me like a gentle, twenty-foot roller out at sea. There is such a bitter sweet longing in that feeling.
Without realizing it would happen, without any thoughts about the consequences, all of 2ndGathgroup had just experienced the emotional impact of both Pure Unconditional Love Energy, and its true polar opposite, its absence. The sense of yearning dropped a little over time as we all stood in silence, but remained in the background energy of the entire crew as we continued.
I looked over at the Spokesman, "I think you got it this time," I said. "Judging by the looks of your crew and the feeling of yearning I sense coming from them I'd say you guys definitely got it this time."
"Yes . . . yes . . . something . . . very . . . unusual . . . has happened, . . . . . we're not sure what to make of it yet," he slowly replied. "But we can all recall from our collective memory something . . something beyond our ability to express it in words. Is that what you call a feeling?"
"Yes . . . yes, that was a feeling. And although we on earth label our feelings with words, feelings are something quite apart from, and far beyond word's ability to express. They are the experience of an emotional energy within ourselves, as Pure Unconditional Love energy is now for you," I replied.
We all fell silent again for a little while, letting the impact of the experience soak in. During the silence, two other members of our Exploration 27 group flew in and hovered together, nearby. I'll call them Julie and Rollo. As program participants, these two had been falling in love with each other over the past several days. I wasn't surprised at all that they were hand in hand, exploring together.
Then, suddenly shifting gears, I addressed the Spokesman, "Say, listen, my friend and I have some other things we must do now and we need to be moving along."
"Is there any way we can have, another demonstration of that feeling?" 2ndGathgroup's Spokesman toned.
The two volunteers were still standing on the platform, ready to continue their mission in another demonstration.
I looked over at Rollo and Julie and toned, "Screeeep, bip, bip, whoosh, whoosh?"
In those few sounds both, were given the complete story of what had happened since the beginning of my first encounter with 2ndGathgroup. It ended with a question mark because I was asking if they would mind taking our places in another demonstration.
They turned to look, starry-eyed, into each others' faces, acknowledging to each other they were willing to participate. Both turned back to look at me, and their happy, smiling, response was, "Sure, it will be our pleasure!"
"Remember guys, this is an exercise to demonstrate the emotional impact of Pure Unconditional Love energy," I remarked. "It might be a good idea to go easy on the sexual aspects of this for now. I'll leave that up to you two."
Turning toward Robyn, smiling warmly, I expressed my gratitude and thanks, acknowledging her for the powerful, wonderfully loving Being that she is. We both allowed the feeling of Love to well up inside us as we hovered there, tears of joy in our eyes, looking into each other's hearts. Then I turned back, looking toward the 2ndGathgroup Spokesman. As Robyn and I hovered there, watching, I could clearly see him smiling in anticipation as Julie and Rollo swooped toward their positions behind the two volunteers. That was my last contact with 2ndGathgroup. As I accelerated away, that last image faded into the blackness.
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