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Good morning. I’m Amber from Wisdom Masters Press. A few days ago I ran across the post from Molly containing an excerpt from one of our books. I mentioned it to Michael and he went online (which is, to say the least, very rare) and spent quite some time perusing your website. Michael sent a thank you note to Molly and asked me, based on the content of your mission statement, to post a few apposite excerpts from our book, Encounters with the Celestials, The Living Part of a Timeless Legend. He additionally directed me to make this book available at no cost to any member of your community who is interested (Kindle version or PDF, Kindle page count 269, ASIN B014S06M40).

...By the waterfall, in a mist of light, stands a figure I take to be the Celestial Aani. She glides toward us, not floating exactly, but walking as if gliding—an apex of elegance. She gazes at us, then bows her head toward Sari. “There you are my dear.” Aani gently strokes Sari’s cheek. “It is wonderful to see how well you are doing. All the right things.”

“Aani?” Sari asks.

“I am.” She leans to kiss the top of Sari’s head, then steps back as if to leave.

“Wait. May we talk with you?” Sari says.

Aani gazes at us. “Why?”

“I want to know more about you.” Sari looks down. “And why it is that you know me.”

Aani turns to look back at the waterfall, as if wanting to go. “I understand,” she says, “yet it is not something customarily done.”

“Please,” Sari says in a small voice.

Aani turns to us. “Sari, given your station, I will honor your request. Yet some things cannot be spoken of. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Aani,” I ask quickly, “is this Olmolungring? I mean, is it somehow in this valley, or these mountains?”

Her eyes narrow. “So inquisitive are you, once again.”

“I would like to know too,” Sari says.

Aani gives us that tiny smile that is so enchanting. “Your curiosity is reasonable. Olmolungring is, on higher levels, everywhere. But no, this valley is not, in your terms, the original Shambhala. Why do you ask such a thing?”

“Shrina believes you are Ri-iha-mo, a mountain goddess,” Sari replies. “Legends relate that the mountain gods and goddesses are descendants of the celestials that originally came to, or created, Olmolungring, and where they live to this day.”

“I am aware of the legends.”

“Are they true?” I ask.

“Legends are neither entirely true nor entirely untrue, they live in a world beyond the relative. The truth in any legend cannot be directly communicated in words; it ceases to inspire when it learns to speak.”

Sari looks thoughtful. “So all the legends are only that? Stories that come down through time with no reality to them?”

“My dear, legends are less linear than recursive. Legends become confining when their stories mistake the symbolic system in which they operate for the broader reality of which they are a part. Imagine for a moment . . . imagine how the young scholars in Byzantium felt when the church elders and counsels spent a great deal of time debating how many angels could dance on the head of a pin. Do you see? When legends become too self-referential and cut off from reality, they run the risk of becoming irrelevant. Such facts as enter into them assume an air of strange unreality.”

“But you are real,” Sari asserts.

“I am indeed,” Aani says. “And I am not a legend.”

I don’t know what to say, and Sari looks pensive.

“Do not dwell on the legends,” Aani says softly. “Those that do become myopic. It is as if a person, always shut in a tower with one window through which the Earth and sky can be seen, believes that all the wonderful things she sees belong to that window.”

“Aani,” I ask, “are you a celestial? That is to say descended from beings that came from somewhere beyond this planet?”

“You ask that from the realm of the relative. Life is consciousness and there is consciousness everywhere, that is an absolute. Pure consciousness has complete interdimensional freedom; it can travel freely in what you perceive as the dimensions of time and space, as well as the higher dimensions that exist beyond your concepts of time and space.”

“So yes?” I say.

Aani gazes at me with intense glacial-blue eyes. “I answered your inquiry, if you listened closely.”

Sari looks impatient. “Aani, how is it that you know me?”

“By virtue of our intimate connection with the People of the One, of course. That connection remains and always will.”

“You come from the People of the One?” Sari asks.

Aani gazes at Sari for a few uncomfortable moments. “I am unable to impart to you all I know, owing to certain restrictions and pledges. I may however express a few truths, after long millenniums of the most intense secrecy.” Aani takes Sari’s hand. “From my kind came the primal, preternatural revelations granted to the mothers and fathers of the human race. And from those races arose those you know of as the People of the One.”

“So the life on this planet really did come from elsewhere in the Universe,” I comment.

“In one sense yes, and in a larger sense no,” Aani says firmly. “The creator, the creating, and the creation are One. All things, all forms of life everywhere, are One. Every form was once another form, and is distinguished from it only in the prejudice of your perception and the superficial separateness of space and time.”

“Aani,” I ask, “can you tell us about where you live, in the sense of an alternate construction of reality?”

“What do you wish to know?”

“Master Amitra told me that many constructions of reality can exist in the same space, yet go unperceived. He also said that portions of other constructions can be glimpsed in altered states of consciousness, like sleep.”

Aani nods. “He is correct. During certain stages in sleep you transcend the neurological structures of your mind and perceive experiences of a multidimensional nature. You then translate, as best you can, those perceptions into stimuli that can be comprehended. You convert those perceptions into symbolic images that can be understood, and to some extent reacted to, by your physical structure.”

“Is it possible to perceive your reality in our waking state?” I ask.

Aani nods again. “You rule your experiences from the focal point of your present. This is where your beliefs directly intersect with the physical world and the higher worlds from which you draw your energy. This applies to individuals, and also to societies. In a daily practical way, I suggest that you concentrate upon seemingly subordinate abilities and perceptions, ones that you think of as latent based upon your dream experiences. If you do so consistently, using your imagination and will, then those abilities will become more prominent in your present. Your restructured beliefs can reprogram and alter your ability to perceive alternate constructions of realities. It is not simply that unconsciously perceived events will be put together in a new way, but that your response to seemingly new events will change. Your desire or belief will literally be reaching into other dimensions.”

“Would it be possible for us to visit you in your reality?” Sari asks.

Aani smiles. “It is a possibility.”

“How do we do that?” Sari asks. “What do we do to proceed?”

“You do not have to my dear, it is reserved for your future. You see, your power in the present provides you with opportunities for ever greater creativity and perception. As you continue to learn, you will inevitably begin to appreciate the multidimensional nature of not only our species but of your own species as well. The present moment as you think of it is the creative framework through which your interdimensional self constantly forms the reality you experience. In purely physical terms, what you think of as your own self arises from a certain peak of intensity reached by the interdimensional aspects of your consciousness. The particular physically oriented self that you know has its reality in that context, but even in physical terms its reality is more than an analysis of its entirety would show.”

“I wish we could visit now,” Sari says softly.

Aani reaches out to embrace Sari. “I will see that you visit on some special night, very briefly.”

Sari gasps. “You will take me at night?”

“You will visit while you sleep. But you must understand that your dream images become transformed by the symbols you choose to utilize in translating them. The experiences behind them bring you in contact with the deepest portions of your interdimensional reality, and it is your unconscious that translates these into recognizable images and forms. In the same way your unconscious also transforms for you, from an otherwise undifferentiated maze of possible realities into fields of activation, then into recognizable objects and events in your daily life. You are now based in your physical self, graced to perceive through your body a unique living experience.”

Aani looks at me. “So when I mention techniques that will allow you to perceive other fields of reality beside your own, I want you to realize that these should be used to enhance your enjoyment of the physical, and to enrich your sensual as well as spiritual expression. In the brilliance of your physical being, both are entwined.”

“I am so excited,” Sari says.

Aani kisses her forehead. “Both of you remember, you must seek to understand the true extent of your present reality. You must attain an elevation from which you may see clearly in every direction. Out of that understanding you will build knowledge; out of knowledge you build power; out of power you build trust; and out of trust you may build ever greater love.”

During a later encounter...

“How many generations have you been on this planet?” I ask.

“That,” Proci replies, “would depend on your perspective. From yours, a great many. From our point of multi-dimensional perception, all of our generations exist simultaneously. You must remember that beginnings and endings are realities only within your own perception of four-dimensional life, the three dimensions you perceive of as spatial and the one dimension you perceive of as temporal.”

“You mean you never die?” I ask.

“No, and neither do you, but that is not the point. The true energy of your being exists outside of your system. It becomes in your view physically alive at certain points in time and space. Your own higher energy dips in and out of the space-time continuum as you understand it. As it does, its experience becomes physical, as yours is now. Within this system it then leaves a life path. You may think of it in terms of your concept of reincarnation; if so, then it may seem that one path or lifetime exists before or after another, but the entirety of those life paths exist at once.”

Aani: “Even though you are indeed multidimensional, you can perceive only so much of your own experience at a time owing to the particular characteristics of your physical existence. Your four-dimensional system automatically imposes a perspective of before-and-after effects. Yet you may, for example, exist in many different of your centuries at once. However, the normal perceptions available to your temporal being prevent any comprehensive view of all of those lives in physical terms.”

“I exist in many centuries at once?” I ask. “What does that even mean?”

“What actually happens,” Proci explains, “is that the energy of your being manifests itself, at certain points, within the four-dimensional world you inhabit. At each of these points what seems to be an isolated life is experienced. Just beyond those points, however, there is a more or less unitary wholeness. This represents the multidimensional portion of your being that is both apart from and wholly part of the separate life paths you take.  You may have an existence in the seventeenth century, for example. To you it would appear that the life was a past one, now finished. You may not believe that your current existence and that life both exist at once, yet your seventeenth century is not gone, nor are any of the time periods of your planet. Your perception follows a linear pattern of history, pursuing certain life paths as reality and identifying with these so completely that they are all you perceive.”

Aani: “Other probable lives are constantly occurring, and are quite as valid as the ones which you happen to select and thus experience. Your reincarnational selves have as many probable lives as you do. Your own beliefs and actions, in your present, alters their experiences, as each of them, in their own physical present, changes yours. If you think of these reincarnational selves as one entity, then this may become more understandable. The higher self is changed by all of its comprehensions experienced in all of its physical existences.”

Marit: “I would prefer that you think of them as simultaneous selves, so you may better benefit from them.”

“Benefit?” I ask.

“In the dreaming condition there is a great interchange of information with these other portions of your own higher self. In many instances you travel outside of your four-dimensional reality while dreaming, but your experiences must then be recalled in physical terms or you would have no memory of them. Your physical brain automatically converts such data into temporal terms so that many of your significant,  remembered dream experiences are already translations by the time you recall them. Otherwise they would make no sense to you at all.”

“As I have explained,” Aani adds, “dreaming represents an open channel through which your apparent four-dimensional environment is transcended. There are changes in neural processing during certain dream states, an acceleration that quite literally propels the consciousness out of its usual space-time continuum into those other realities from which it comes. These serve as points of unity, wherein all the various simultaneous selves meet and certain rhythms of knowledge become involved in physical terms.”

During a later encounter...

...Aani motions at the blankets. “Let us talk for a time.” She and Sari arrange things and sit cross-legged, Aani to my right, Sari to my left holding my hand. Aani’s two friends glide up and join us. There are no introductions; we sit quietly for long moments, Aani and her companions with eyes closed. With five of us sitting on the blankets, we are very close to one another. This is the first time I have been so close to a Ri-iha-mo, or mountain goddess, celestial or whatever. I can’t help but stare. Their appearance is truly arresting. Shining white-blonde hair, flawless light skin, picture-perfect features. All three radiate a palpable aura of regal presence, that natural grace and nobility that sometimes comes to those of high birth, an air of divine ease with the world, a dignity born, I suppose, of the knowledge that their realm is secure, their life inviolate. They seem at the same time human and not human. Honestly, their presence is unsettling. I can understand why people are uneasy to see a celestial, even if they don’t know who—or what—they really are.

While starting, I am startled when all three simultaneously open their eyes, although they appear undisturbed by my attention. And all with those ice-blue eyes—dramatic eyes—bottomless, fearless, somehow omnipotent. The gorgeous being to Sari’s left speaks first. “I am called Proci,” she says quietly.

“I am called Marit,” says the equally gorgeous and slightly taller being on Aani’s right.

“We are honored to meet you,” Sari responds.

“And we you,” says Proci.

“Truly honored,” adds Marit.

Aani gazes at me. “If I . . . or if we . . . instruct you, we have determined to teach what we teach our children.”

This seems like a snub, but alright. “I see.”

Aani tilts her head slightly. “And?”

“Oh, that’s fine,” I say.

“This disturbs you?” Aani asks. “Why?”

“Well, I’m not a child.”

The three beautiful creatures smile, as if sharing some secret amusement. “You must not think of it in that manner,” says Proci. “You see, understanding the true nature of our interdimensional society is something neither inherent nor inherited, it must be transmitted from generation to generation as members of each generation come to experience, in your terms, a physical existence. For this there must be adequate education—some technique, whether through imitation, initiation, or instruction—to transmit the history and heritage of our species, our knowledge, our morals and manners, our technology and arts. These accomplishments must be carefully and consistently handed down to the young as the instruments by which they carry our race into the future, whether in this star system or any other. If this is not accomplished, if this transmission fails at any point, the finely woven web of our society may weaken, accomplishments and knowledge may be lost.”

“If you listen, you will learn,” Marit points out.

“And you may ask questions, if and where appropriate,” Proci adds.

... “So,” Sari asks, “this instruction that you give to your children, what is it? What exactly do you teach them?”

“What is most essential,” Aani replies.

“What is most true,” Proci adds, “yet not always apparent to someone experiencing a physical existence.”

“Which is?” I ask.

Marit leans toward me. “That the features and appearance of the world around you grows within the mind. The world that appears to you is like a four-dimensional painting in which each individual takes a hand. Each scene, each person, each experience that appears within it has first been painted within a mind, and only then does it materialize without.”

Proci: “In all cases we are the artists, and as such are a portion of the painting, and appear within it. There is no effect in the exterior world that does not spring from an inner source. There is nothing external to you that does not first occur within the mind. The great creativity of consciousness is our heritage, and yours as well.”

Marit: “That creativity does not belong to your species of humankind alone. Each living being possesses it, and the living world consists of a spontaneous cooperation that exists between the smallest and the highest, the great and the lowly, between the atoms and the molecules and the conscious, reasoning mind. All manner of insects, birds and beasts cooperate in this venture, producing the natural environment.”

Proci: “This is as normal and inevitable as the fact that your breath causes a mist to form on glass if you breathe upon it. All consciousness creates the world, rising out of your thoughts and images. Your world is a natural product of what your consciousness truly represents. Thoughts, images, feelings and emotions emerge into reality in certain specific ways. The seasons spring up, formed by ancient feelings, having deep and abiding rhythms. They are the result, again, of innate creative aspects that are a portion of all life. These ancient aspects lie deeply buried in the psyches of all species, and from them the  individual patterns, the specific blueprints for new differentiations, emerge.”

Marit: “The body of the Earth can be said to have its own soul, or higher mind, whichever term you prefer. Using this analogy the mountains and oceans, the valleys and rivers, and all natural phenomena spring from the Earth's soul, as all events and all manifest objects appear from the higher mind or soul of mankind. The inner world of each man and woman is connected with the inner world of the Earth. Part of each individual's soul, then, is intimately connected with what we call the world's soul, or the soul of the Earth. The smallest blade of grass, or flower, is aware of this connection, and without reasoning comprehends its position, its uniqueness and its source of vitality. The atoms and molecules that compose all objects, whether they be the body of a person, this waterfall, a stone or a frog, know the great inner thrust of creativity that lies beneath their own existence, and upon which their individuality exists, distinct, clear and unassailable.”

Aani: “So our species rises up in victorious distinctiveness from the ancient and yet ever-new fountains of our own higher selves. The self rises from unknowing into knowing, constantly surprising itself. As you hear our teachings, for example, some of your knowledge is conscious knowing and is instantly available. Some is unconscious, but even the unconscious knowledge is knowing in its own unknowing. You always know what you are doing, even when you do not realize it. Your eye knows it sees, though it cannot see itself except through the use of reflection. In the same way the world as you see it is a reflection of what you are, a reflection not in glass but in four-dimensional reality. You project your thoughts, feelings, and expectations outward, then you perceive them as the outside reality. When it seems to you that others are observing you, you are observing yourself from the standpoint of your own projections.”

Aani takes my hand. “This is what we teach our young.”

“It is essential for them to understand the truth,” Proci concludes.

This all takes a moment to sink in. “I believe,” I say, “that what you say is true, yet you must understand that some of your concepts are difficult to fully comprehend.”

Aani smiles. “Michael, no one forces you to believe in any particular manner. In the past you may have learned to consider things pragmatically, or even pessimistically. You may believe that pessimism is more realistic than optimism. You may even believe, and many of your species do, that pessimism is ennobling, a sign of deep spiritualism, a mark of apartness, a necessary mental garb of saints and poets. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

“All consciousness,” Marit continues, “has within it the deep abiding impetus to use its abilities fully, to expand its capacities, to venture joyfully beyond the seeming barriers of its own experience. The very consciousness’s within the smallest molecules cry out against any ideas of limitation. They yearn toward new forms and experiences. Even atoms, then, constantly seek to join in new organizations of structure and meaning. They do this in a manner that you may think of as instinctive.”

“I must add,” says Aani, “that to believe a thing implies that you have not reached a knowingness of it—to believe is only a beginning—once experienced you may come to truly know rather than merely believe.”

Proci: “Your human species has been endowed, and has endowed himself, with a conscious mind to direct the nature, shape and form of his and her creations. All deep aspirations and unconscious motivations, all unspoken drives, rise up for the approval or disapproval of the conscious mind, and await its direction. Only when it abdicates its functions does it allow itself to become swayed by so-called negative experience. Only when it refuses responsibility does it finally find itself at the mercy of events over which it seemingly but falsely appears to have no control.”

Thank you for reading!

Wishing love and light to all,
Amber
Wisdom Masters Press Team