CROSS THE STRIPE Installment 2


 

To my two sons

 

Quotes

The dream is the small door hidden in the deepest and most intimate sanctuary of the soul. Carl Jung

Man finds God behind every door that science manages to open.

Albert Einstein. ?

 

 

 

SPACE-TIME AND DREAM

 

Without an understandable reason to get out of their lethargy at that moment, the sequences were reproducing in my mind, images bursting like spurts, events of a remote time, until setting up a crucial history of our world confined to the oblivion and hidden under the ruins.

The vision, asleep in my unconscious for some years, had just awakened.

It had to be real. It had to exist somewhere, and that location could only be in America, in the south. More than a certainty it was a hunch.

The next day I ran to the library for information and response. I looked for ancient history, myths, maps, names; I was looking for ‘Viracocha’, the name that showed itself alive in my memory, and that of a place that started to sound in my mind this same day as if they were vocalizing it, without stopping repeating it … or I was repeating it for not to forget it again, and not knowing how it settled in my head, or if I had ever heard it before.

I would soon find the name and place, located on maps and history. And photographs: There was the door that I entered, visible in our days, in one of them surrounded by chains, in another surrounded with barbed wire: I watched them wondering if that had been put by a defender…

My vision was confirmed. It existed!

After a period of research and another long period with deep reflections, I decided to take this testimony to light; connecting the vibrations of the subtle threads of truth and dreams.

But all that happened in the end.

 

I have to tell this fragment of the great history of humanity from the beginning, as I found it, with all the details that my retentive was able to accumulate. And I should also end by remembering why he stayed in my oblivion for several years, or at least one of the causes, everything is relative and sometimes invisible factors intervene, but nothing is by chance, and everything comes to decrypt, with the help of the meditation, generator of alchemy.

 

 

 

INITIATION PREPARATIONS

 

In the remotest times, already forgotten by the inhabitants of this world and in a settlement inhabited perhaps by many of us, what I am going to tell happened; to remember what lived by humanity, by ourselves. This means that we forget our own cosmic trajectory, our baggage, our endless existence. But it dwells in our unconscious, where we must call and ask: after a previous meditation on the consultation. You have to know how to ask.

You have taken a message in your hands that already belonged to you by right. Yes, to you, reader. Now we will travel together to that fascinating past, where you may have been and only remind you of something lived; those worlds that seem far from each other; which are present around us and to which we belong.

Do not be afraid to fly, the flight has been initiated, you are already on the road, for a world that revolves around itself and around the star that gives us the heat, at such a speed that only trying to imagine dizzy and not even find out of the movement. Rise upon your heavy burden, and that your heart guide the helm in the journey that will enrich the knowledge of yourself, by a path leading to an open door to the understanding of the world in which we are. Enter into (or create, is an innate quality in each) a bubble, iridescent, personal and non-transferable, and accompany me. Let yourself  be led by the impulse of knowledge and its rhythms harmonious and attractive, sinuous, sometimes oscillating, others vertiginous, but revealing the accumulated knowledge of an ancient and timeless, cosmic and divine science, ready to meet us with it.

THE TRIP

 

Inside a bubble I move over the ocean. I feel completely protected inside and offer me the certainty that nothing can harm me. I go through the darkness of a night that shows the outline of the earth touching the sea, I think it can, and should be, the Atlantic; I look back in search of my place of departure, but it already looks distant; I clearly distinguish the Iberian peninsula linked to the continent in which it starts from my point of view: Europe.

I turn my gaze back to the path of attraction of a magnetism that I sense distant; then, diligently, I look towards the sea, in the background. With intrigue and excited I see through the water. Shadows are distinguished. I focus the view driven by the curiosity, and at the same time, my flight descends, I do not know why, it seems to help me perceive the observation (I am aware of being in an altered state of perception), it is as if I illuminate the zone myself. I see walls formed with blocks that could be quite large. In the appreciation that I can make from my height of aerial navigation they look perfectly tidy: they form great walls that are seen in the calm sea bottom. No doubt they must be the remains of some great civilization. It reminds me of Atlantis. As part of the road I leave it behind, but I keep my attention at the bottom of the sea; in many of the stretches, there does not seem to be much depth, sea ridges follow each other, I appreciate, surprised, that would not have to lower the water too much to be able to cross long paths.

I let myself go and enjoy the pleasant sensation of watching the medium of travel: it is like going inside a soap bubble that shines with the colors of the spectrum and moves between the sky and the sea, very quickly! I feel completely protected inside; a special security in me invades me as the comfortable and silent ship advances, allowing me to see, without a single blind spot, a spectacular panorama before me, on an improvised trip; as a surprise gift. I wonder where it will take me. At the moment, the singular ship ascends of altitude. “It seems … that my journey will be long …”

I focus my attention on the front as if I were the driver. Then I look at the mantle of stars that I like so much to contemplate, I think they would serve as a guiding map if I knew the constellations. I do not let myself be discouraged by my lack of knowledge and I look in the background, rather, at the surface on which I glide, the world I identify, of which I am part and familiar with its geography, the closest to me and recognizable to be able to determine the “road”, although I only see the sea, on which I address, it is not known where.

I look for the moon, I think it will serve as a reference to place me in time and space, but I do not even know what stage it is tonight; (I reject the stalking of frustration) I look back, in the most northeastern part; a bright light appears on the horizon, the star seems to still have time to reach it. It occurs to me to think of the country of the rising sun. << Whether it is solar or lunar light, there, the glow will reach it >>.

The speed increases, a lot of speed! I lift my eyes to the sky and see how it turns into a myriad of tiny tail, but it does not affect the inside of my bubble: it seems static.

 

To explain how the interior of this bubble is considered accessory, even as a superficial act; by my own judgment, could have as much as I could have needed: at the slightest thought, everything appeared as a work of enchantment before my eyes, and much more, to the point of feeling me overwhelmed. The appearance of the design was futuristic and fantastic, with harmonious white minimalist shapes, surpassed (and surpasses today) the most avant-garde and imaginative designs, with “technology” to somehow describe what was before me, prodigious, unimaginable and advanced, never seen in prototypes or science fiction.

 

I prefer not to be dazzled by such a prodigy or rejoice in the way of traveling – the most comfortable that I have ever known and heard – my interest is focused on knowing the purpose of my trip.

I look straight ahead. In the distance I see a horizon of earth, a huge line extends. It seems to be the direction to go. I do not direct the course nor know the destiny; I simply let myself be admired by the incredible experience, with a certainty: that of being driven by some plan of inherent transcendence. I can feel the exciting sensation of the extraordinary!

I approach with incredible speed towards the extensive surface; although now, the speed has been reduced. I am already quite close to the great mass of land, and I begin to see a group of small islands not far from its coast. The height in which I find myself does not allow me to distinguish its dimensions, but they do not seem to be large, I can see a few points near what it suggests to me to think that it is a continent; as I get closer, they appear of different sizes, some very small next to more extensive ones; Form a small group surrounded by an intense greenish light, projected from its seabed, is a luminous space of perfectly defined circular outline. This “phosphorescent light”, to name it in some way that resembles something known, is a light that I have never seen and to describe it is impossible; yes I can outline the effect it provokes on me: I am fascinated with it at the same time that it transmits a renewing energy, very intense, it strengthens me and strengthens the positive feeling. “That background contains something indecipherable … that I cannot imagine.”

 

When this trip occurred, a few years later the laser would be known in a visible way to ordinary mortals, perhaps this light would be the most appropriate comparison, but only for its intensity, because it was not projected in any concrete direction; and it is clear, my delay in launching outside the legacy that eventually determined it was not my exclusive property, it weighs me, although there will surely be a reason, and still unknown by me.

 

The route is very mysterious: an energy zone, some unknown civilization sunk in the sea … << This is very interesting >>, (I say to myself). It is also educational, to the point of showing me my own limitations in knowledge that I would like to have: such as knowing a little of the firmament, knowing geography with more depth, history … and so many other subjects in which I would like to be enlightened and my notion is superficial.

Suddenly I am drawn to my left by an intense force, surprising, uncontrollable, and it takes me to a vertiginous speed. I make sure to continue inside the bubble. I do a visual tour without experiencing any feeling of restlessness: everything continues without apparent alterations. I settle down again, and feel an extraordinary well-being, apart from being entertained by so many wonders around me.

I begin to perceive, when breathing, a dense atmosphere; I feel as if in my ethereal being something almost “solid” enters, as if it were a food, a special air that penetrates through the breath and infuses me a pleasant state: a sublime peace. While I assimilate the situation without difficulty, my protective ship continues to advance. And also, I remember that this entire energy gathering usually happens in the “other reality”. When I enter phases of full state, without delay, often occur unpleasant events of strong emotional impact in my life, and all that positive recharge is spent until I remain just a particle in overcoming the experiences suffered. << All this stockpiling of energy reserves has to be the announcement of something that will need an extra effort. But I do not have to suffer a difficult situation before I have reached it. This idyllic journey is just a clear beginning of what can be: answers, to some of my many questions >>. I think it with deep conviction. I let myself be entrusted between so much divine and protective gift.

The speed is reduced, almost instantaneously, and becomes a relaxed ride through the air. The exterior light intensifies; it acquires a dye of twilight light.

I have descended a lot of altitude, I am approaching the Earth, and I am in it, over flight a landscape of soft mountains that are smoothed gradually. And at this moment, I approach the surface until I recklessly scratch the undulations of the ground, almost as if I slipped on them; enthusiastic, I enjoy the progressive acceleration of the march, but it goes to the extreme, even to fear a shock by a minimum measurement failure. I begin to doubt, if at this moment I myself am directing this or it is a force alien to me.

Surprisingly, the pace of speed is reduced … and that of emotion.

Again and suddenly, as if they had given me a powerful pull this time to my right, a jolt inside me in the vast territory.

I could not see anything, just like a movie reproduced at breakneck speed where the only thing that stands out are stripes and shadows. Moved by an almost instantaneous and at the same time disorienting procedure that has left me on a barren and arid ground, I find myself in a solitary wasteland where the blizzard strikes a few blades of dry grass, in a wasteland, a desolate and even painful landscape ; In the middle of nowhere…

 

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