3 / Nine Distinct Levels of Reality

Dark of night or light of day, reality is always creating itself. Satisfied with its own creating, bringing on all sorts of possible scenarios, reality details processes according to the nine numbers of creation. As the numbers spin out their orchestral tunes, reality comes into a semblance. Real becomes not-real as the sat of being prays and answers prayer. When pride is slapped down by a directive coming from Soul and resonates through the crystalline structure of DNA and the molecular structure of the physical body, reality undergoes a transformation and sat becomes more broadly understandable. As you progress through more opportunities for pride to become red-faced, you are raising your awareness as well. Becoming aware, you are able to discern real from not-real and be naturally crowned with light energy of proud daring-to-be in a sea of conscious particles of thought. As you gain experience discerning real from not-real, you are faced with a conundrum. If everything is particulate thought and light slowed down to a dark density, then how is reality distinguishable from anything other than itself? That is the nom de plume:Reality is the author, but Illusion’s name is on the book. Let us explore the intricacies of reality. It is much more real than you might think.

As a crown of divine understanding, light normally passes through nine layers of created reality, each corresponding to a manifestation of the nine numbers of creation. Most of the time you don’t think about how reality is constructed. Take a closer look and learn to access secrets beyond your wildest imaginings. Creation is full of surprises, and seeks only to fulfill OM’s loving creative urge. Now, light has certain very distinct aspects — all natural, all divine, all energetically creative. Drama enters mainstream reality when you agree to only see some but not all of reality’s nature. Of all the possible realities you could experience on 3-D Earth, the one you are experiencing now is not necessarily the one you need to continue experiencing. Creating a new reality is only a matter of bringing together all of the aspects of how you want to experience it, from curing bad fads of addiction to doing something you never thought you could. In an instant, you can energize a new reality. Do you believe? Do you feel? Do you cope with creation by radiance, or not? Do you role-play? All these questions are basic creation frame-of-mind makers. Cast off all doubt, as you are about to learn all about reality-making.

Every source of, ounce or pound of natural race-car-driving, power-crunching, creative movement of OM generates a reality. Nothing that exists didn’t first start out as a very clear notion of OM, a creative urge, or a response to prayer. As race cars go, OM is terribly boring. All creative speed is instantaneous. Not even a cloud of dust so much as appears. Nearly all your prayers are answered. Those that aren’t simply lack a spark of life from your attention to passionate, dramatic desire. Any hard megalithic manifestation quite simply began as an idea you shared with God or a thought you brought to your own attention. Each impulsed radiant particle crowds together in the numinous glow of your attention. Dreaming or awake, this is true. Pay attention to what you want, and what you want will become what you have. And there begins our condensation of nine levels of reality.

Movement of OM begins everything. Pulses from within the womb of all, the mother of sound, make themselves live. As a code of energetic addresses takes the race on for the chance at becoming real, a process begins. Knowledge of what happens is yours. Look.

A tar-like substance moves as a thought particle whizzes through, dragging more particles of like frequency along with it. A torus of turbulence romances the tar into a managed address of energy situated in an ocean of loving possibility. Radical thoughts have addresses far from your average range of accessed nodes of consciousness applied to reality. Patterns of thought are being drawn constantly, both in your head and by your soul. As the patterns are repeated, they have greater intensity. A movement to any extreme breaks patterns beyond rebuilding. Energy moves with thought and drags patterns along. A creativity enhancer like none other, core breakthroughs nudge the psyche towards an energy range that’s new and rare, an energy which affords role-playing never otherwise considered and raises possibilities never otherwise imagined. At that place, love has the greatest opportunity to create according to OM’s arrangement of your greatest creative process. Creation of opportunity does a lot to nurture your natural sour grapes attitude to one in which all dramatic action keeps you in a state of grace. Raw knowledge drains part of what you come to realize as imaginings from your experienced reality and replaces it with lasting pathways of understanding leading to dramatic shifts in perception. Wedded to this is lasting certainties of what is real and what is not.

Not all opportunities are beneficial to your soul’s dormancy awakening and integrating, however. Those which you and your soul leave aside unaccepted are those that may not have been good in the long run, even though they may have appeared to be more attractive, garnering more short-term gain. In the long run, guiding your choices is your soul and your guidance network. Consisting of your ancestors’ modal frequencies, knowledge keepers, wads of assembled dreamers of dreams of your many yous, and other astral doers of your soul’s bidding, your guidance network cradles your being as your soul’s experience unfolds on many dimensional planes, on Earth and elsewhere. As you go through life, choosing which doors to enter, which ones to keep locked, and which to take a peek beyond the threshold of, your network have been busy lassoing probabilities to form scenarios you would cross given taking certain opportunities over others towards the point of no return.

So you choose, and next thing you know, you experience a new reality. Changing one thing can have a dramatic effect on the overall experience you create for yourself. Processes change the moment you choose to change any response, belief, dot or track of habituated thought, squeezing matter together to release more light, raising the frequency of matter to crystalline drones of “OM.” Your attitude fosters the pattern on which your wants are woven, for it is only your energetic data that supplies the countless options you may encounter. Creation very diligently erects a living form, powered by your creative knowledge quotient, which is supplied by experience, which is created by your soul, which is kept on bends of DNA crystals in the form of light, which is consciousness brought to OM’s attention by love and slowed down to energetic particles, which quarks and neutrinos and other nanoparticles torque the parts of, guided by your network of guidance, understandings and tour guides such as us, with your soul’s awareness and approval. You see, it really is quite simple! You are creating your reality all the time — your soul and nature, your attitude and beliefs, your rays and stars of consciousness woven in your DNA. All of that comes into detailed, real, candy-coated existence as soon as you choose to activate it, which you do by choosing to yet again take on a new reality.

OM is a vibration which encompasses all things and all nothings. At a creative and energetically soul-driven particle stream do worlds generate reality and disperse form. As OM is all sound, it is infinitely tunable to the harmonic torus-parked address where consciousness left it. All you have to do is choose what kind of experience you’d like to sample and all the numbers of creation come to order to create a reality that exactly suits your needs and rather ostentatiously attempts to make a nice try at sampling out a thing or two you might enjoy. As a taste of a sample tickles your fancy, others of like data download sequence are introduced to sample. At one of the creative rastering data sequences, a dot of one sample does almost exactly what a dot from another sample does, only with dramatically more attention to what you enjoy. As you decide what you are most loving to do, your thoughts draw together according to their vibratory signatures and arrange world-making, tar-like elements of matter on a wave of OM-frequency that associates your address of being with the address of the toroid sample of possibility. When the two addresses connect via a process of harmonic entrainment, resonant vibrations rally around each other and perfectly overlay one another. As vibration settles into like vibration, doorways of dark elements become charged with quite naturally intense vacuum-busting waves of conscious particles of light. A stream builds bridges from one address to another, dancing in color, cavorting in darkness, playing in the fields of God. Soda-pop bubbles do a good rendition of the roiling energy consciousness heats up with. Streams of particles, like rising bubbles, draw together in a line and speed to do a fast “pop” and perhaps tickle your nose. Particles of consciousness grapple down a path in the dark substance of elemental urban data compressed into crystals of rare purity and hardness. Energy ratchets open the countless dark energetic quantities to create spaces where particles of light can enter. An energetic beam drills through to arrive at the exact torus address your soul directed. Arranging those addresses is a world of strange and mysterious forces described factually as the Numbers of Creation.

An old reality breaks down as soon as you decide love doesn’t appear as robust as it could. Coffins are built by your nemesis of how things are — your conscious awareness of how things could be — and creative rasterization of far better ways begins to shovel in the grave with dirt, remnants of how it was. Complete rebuilding of tremendous proportions crowns the gravesite with a memorial to the one who was and says a brief eulogy before a tearful gathering of the aspects of self assembled to pay their respects. At once, the eternal spirit of the self, the soul, springs to life and shocks all present by saying “Hello!” and “Rah, rah for me!” before zooming off to enjoy life anew as a reborn You. Cold, boring death exists only in the minds of those whom darkness necessarily nods at, scattering light as an illusory game of “Let’s pretend it’s all only a joke on us.” Death walks on your heels always, and stays a close friend when you need to change a loveless-seeming part of your experience. Death works with surgical precision to extract molecules and atoms, doing the bidding of your soul as an agent of change. Death not only decapitates and stabs, it also dots-of-density-cides, hacks large problems into little manageable bits of nothing bad, and takes on the role of creating OM’s processor of data about your experience on that particular stretch of cosmic DNA. Every time you choose, Death forces you to confront him. When you forget OM’s aspects include death and transformation, you are at a total belief-induced point of Source-blockage.

Do you believe that death is morbid? Do you believe death is painful? Do you believe it is natural, or your punishment from a god who finally had enough of your existence? Like Teddy Roosevelt said, “You only die once. It’s living that needs attention.” Death, really, is no big deal. All it is is another word for dancing in the light. Space is nothing more than death-stuff: pure, unassembled elemental particles; beingness of Self; creative potential in the form of peoples’ creative genius, their IQ in the form of otherwise dark, brooding thoughts now illuminated by understanding one’s sequence in the path of God’s quest for experiencing, knowing and processing the meaning of life on Earth and elsewhere; and basically all things in formlessness, a state of absolute density without OM’s animating movement but also without Nature’s architectural input arranging OM’s creativity into 3-D mass-based addresses, without structure, drama or need for power, nor making needs of any kind whatsoever. Dreams are here, and love is here. All nature is here near to creative possibility, which is within OM. Diamonds are another world away. Opalescent crystals of space promote creative pulsations in frosted quartz-like dots of consciousness and streams of living light. Lacing dreams and reality together are rays of shimmering, iridescent particles — your soul. Your soul opalesces as pennies shine, yet with a light generated from within. Dreams and reality interact at these rays of light-encoded, shimmery, streaming, thought-patterned addresses. You see the result of the drama as traces of light on the perceptual screen of your mind.

Speaking of drama, we have another story to tell. Please settle in and enjoy this one.

Praying to God for a powerful friend on whom he could depend every day, a raucous ninny braced himself for an answer, realizing he could receive it at any moment. Prepared thus, he began to pretend that he was already in the company of a loving nerd like himself. He pictured the two of them yammering about nerdy things, creating conversations in his imagination. A dorky dude, but charming nonetheless. Soon he entered into doubt that God had been paying attention to his prayer. Soon he lost faith on which danced particles of thoughts about his true friend, yet unmet. To that he added a dose of dramatic sarcasm at God’s expense, and dragged himself into a dark corner to nurse his self-inflicted wounds. An energy of pathetic degrees of pity sent out a long groan and nudged God’s OM generator to generate OM-sounds candy-coated with raucous ninnyness to match. To his wonderment, our raucous ninny doubted no longer, but dropped his jaw at the ramped-up energy of his doubtlessness — for what did he see but a whole fleet of ninnies come to bear him home to Ninnyland.

Ninnies are praying for a ride home. So are believers in dreams of quite other self-images. Naturally, each prayer is answered in the best possible form for a particular soul-dreamer on Earth. According to the beliefs, needs, and thoughts entertained by people are prayers answered. Don’t need to specify here, but you create according to your beliefs, needs and thoughts, even when horrible things manifest right before your eyes. It’s not that you asked, but you did appear nanopartically to rasterize data in such a way that that particular reality dramatically expressed itself. Can it be that you wanted to suffer and cause suffering? Yes. How it can be so we will explain in a story:

Before opening a door, a man thought, “What am I doing? I should be becoming, but I am forgetting what I should be becoming. Perhaps door number one will take me where I want to go.” And through door number one you go, ready to enjoy a new reality. Do you mainly today and not at all tomorrow stand at the threshold of opportunity? you ask yourself. Are you patiently waiting until cosmic knowledge descends before you take a chance on allowing your total belief structure to be shaken to its very foundation? your Self answers. And a lovely sight do you see. A golden glow absolutely drenches everything you see, total absorption of light captivates your odd-looking expression, rapt with wonder as you are with what you see. As you adjust to the visual intensity, a calm envelops you, and what was ceases to be. Accepting the energetic invitation curiosity extends need not be a source of sobbing. You are always welcome to explore reality’s byways — after all, you created it! Now, door number one opens and you are plunged into a sea of light. As you wend your way along, you are delighted to see another door, this labeled “two.” Opening it with the expectation that it would reveal similar brilliance and color, you grab the handle and push open the door. From wonder to dismay at one stroke! Instantly the light leaves you in the dark and bids you get along without it until you learn that energy is all the same — it’s only your perception that shades it dark or light. Groping along corridors as black as tar, you shout with joy as your fumbling hands come to a doorknob. Without hesitation, you push that door open to reveal a myriad of color, pattern, design and more elements of being than you, God or anyone you know could possibly have ever guessed was possible. Dazzled and stunned, not having any idea what to do, you reach out, hoping to find another portal to out. Finding one handy, out you go into the land of Four. Greeted with creatures more centaur-like, you opt to stay awhile — at least, long enough to realize that nearly all you see is an illusion and ends up being swallowed by its own self. Before you perish at your own hand, you use it to locate the knob to door number five, and, opening it, discover it to be the way to a land of unsurpassed beauty and grace. It is here that you are most comfortable, of all the beyonds, to set about exploring. One beautiful thing after another teases you with its nice frills and bells. You can’t stand it! You reach for a thing of beauty and, voilá, it turns into a wisp of shimmering light and is gone. Growing tired of such disappointing games, you lean on a wall and before you know it you are in the beyond of door number six. Remaining still is not an option here. You begin to see greyness form behind figures of light, creating shadows in the drab landscape. Near every fortune is a sacrifice and a cop in red who enforces compliance to the law. Creeping frantically around the edge of the dramatic scene of war, mayhem and strife, you reach out. What do you draw your attention to but a succulent fruit you plucked from a tree — not a doorknob after all! Being hungry, you eat and you enjoy and you need to lack this in your life no longer. Lo and behold, the kinds of fruits of this beyond are beyond your perfection-scale bend of matter-based consciousness. You eulogize later after your addiction went haywire and you penetrated another person’s sphere of sanctity, their personal space of being, drowned yourself in sorrow, died and taken someone with you, brother, sister, friend, and prayed without hope of God caring about you at all. This is when you meet perfection of doubt and have the darkest night of the soul. Alone you must find the door out of the beyond of Six. Making it appear is your only way. However, let us dwell awhile here, at this abyss of hope, and find what love there is.

Aren’t you glad we stopped? We were getting tired with all that navigational direction, phew! Dark and dreamy we find it here, cradled between the aspects of beauty and esoteric truth. Do you find it thus? Give it a try, with the understanding that all you have to do is believe that everything about your experience on Earth bends around the lens of Six, and it is your natural sense to squint. We say, relax, because Six is on the way to higher realms of understanding and being. Darkness and even death are of Six’s bend of crystalline DNA. Biological, energetic or spiritual, you are of nine vibrational, natural and real data-sequencing sets of conscious awareness doing the bidding of Source to drag you along certain paths and dog your steps as if a creature of most fearful countenance were after you for dinner. All the numbers of creations are active in the work of play and dreaming. What sets Six apart is brought to your attention with nearly every one of your dormant faculties creating an energy that attracts dramatic happenings in your experience. Brother and sister are drawn to a doubt about each other, conflict ensues, dramatic action topples pride, and death or transformation arrives to darken the night. When such a situation occurs at any level, a source of love offers to step in and create peaceful harmonies in a dissonant area of experience. Usually, a host of obstacles sadly delays love’s arrival, and suffering, solace and certain source addresses you’d rather not visit pop up under your nose like so many soda bubbles. Hardly any growing takes place without the energy of Six pulling at the roots, giving the rising soul something to work with. In odd pushing and pulling action, Six really tows you along, creating as much turbulence as you need to get the maximum benefit from the ride. The natural doubt of mercy arises at this point for most people on Six’s creative tear. For most people, though, Six is more a lifestyle than a process. We assure you, looking at Six as a process makes a much more sane approach to what otherwise appears to be complete and utter mayhem. Now, how do you achieve such a shift in perspective regarding the number of conflict and polarity? Quite simply, you create opposition to your opposition. You become the nemesis to Six as you see it at any point of conflict and grab the bull by the horns, so to speak. With unflinching courage, you command yourself to overcome fear, create an opportunity for you to drag yourself up, and stand facing yourself as you were — in fear, stuck and eternally damned to suffer in your illusion of dragons and monsters of the mind.

A solace-seeking energy creates situations of doubt and suffering so that solace may be rendered. Dark energy does not seek light, oddly enough. It seeks that which engenders more of itself. Light, on the other hand, seeks darkness and density of matter, as light is a seed around which darkness has assembled itself, covering for awhile but not ever extinguishing its eternal flame of consciousness. Creating beyond Six remains unattainable until the veracity of that becomes astoundingly, daringly clear. On all levels is this true, whether it’s of a personal conflict or a political one. Six loves the political realm, so ripe it is now for picking. Conflict of a worldly nature has opened up an energetic opportunity necessary for your planet’s continued existence. Nature and dabbling in biotechnology only can lead to a huge opportunity for Six to count itself largely in the spotlight. A sorrowful, hopeless can of worms is that. Of course, you now know that, so before we beat around the bush any longer, let us noggin-bend you a little. Biotechnology is a tool until recently only known to races not native to Earth, those of us who remember home as being on another planet. Because biotechnology provides you a way to improve the human condition was it taught to you at all, and boy was that a mistake waiting to happen! Now you can drink the bitterness of regret. Now you are aware of the kind of fire you are playing with when you start unzipping the DNA. And now you can start repairing the damage so few have wrought upon so many soul docks.

DNA ultimately acts as a bridge between the dramatic Real and the vastly more interesting Unseen. It assembles itself according to the DNA manual for sailing on waves of consciousness. You create your body home as a DNA sensory vault (pun on “vault” here if you didn’t get it — creating a vault is a function of one who knows he has a treasure, and most people consider themselves quite poor, indeed) and go about the business of experiencing 3-D on Earth. Now, you are experiencing a lot here. Everyone has a full plate. A total blank is nowhere to be found, although it is sought after by inner seekers of solace. Loud and clear is the nothing such seekers find. Many of a loving way have decided more nothing only offers less and have sought perfection elsewhere in a vain attempt at attaining divinity in a way that completely appropriates the divine attributes of a god of greed and power. Eight is your count when you come to perfection in doing best without an engine such as greed, but in the bend of Six, you are nearly drowning in it. Cash and pride are the motivators of Six, draining as much from one as giving to another in the perfectly balanced illusion of “only so much to go around.” Actually, had we been able to notify you earlier, we would have announced the secret of energetic infinitude, and you would have been merrily on your way to eating and enjoying as much as you wanted without a worry in the world. But because your soul requested non-interference from us on this point until we and you reached certain understandings about a waiting game you wanted to play, we remained silent, and on greed you focused instead.

Six is the repository for all things naturally beneficial, but because they are best approached from behind, they are on everyone’s short list of unpleasant things to deal with. Anger, jealousy, greed, suspicion and safelessness create a world of danger and painful experience for most people. There are a few who can rise above the natural responses of hate, netherworld-falling vertigo, despair and utter hopelessness, but they are driven far from the mainstream of suffering people writhing in the shadows of their own fear. For the most part, you must make do with watered-down versions of the heroic way out riddled with disinformation and “luck for the lucky” stories of derring-do. You could easily get confused in such a climate of knowledge-suppression and afraid to break out of the dangerous dilemma confronting you now as a planet of beings. Which is: Do you remain a dutiful citizen, obedient to the law which benefits social order generally and those in power specifically, or do you awaken and step confidently forward into a new order benefiting all that is and freedom is enjoyed without thought of danger to any creature? Either way is a trap. One harnesses what answers you could ask questions for, and the other narrates oblivion for a freedom without responsibility for anything at all. A third way is needed, a bond between the polarities of anarchy and slavery, and that way has been addressed and suppressed throughout the ages of man. Do you remember? During your amnesic trip through Six you have been exposed to the ideas of great ones as near as your baby sleeping in your arms and as far away as ascetics being renegades in mountain caves. Why don’t these have the power to awaken the mass of humanity? Because they were allowed only to be. Your soul would have it no other way.

Cans of worms get opened all the time in the beyond of Six. Six, you could say, weaves the worms into meaningful patterns and nearly always throws in some irony for interest. As a matter of fact, worms are a large part of Six’s repertoire of devices which are useful for transformation — a curious device but neat and orderly, and in the snarled network of Six, neatness and order are most helpful. As one reality breaks down, a can of worms opens up and outright cleans the bodies left behind, whether it’s decaying flesh or old beliefs about love that no longer sustain life. Bending around Six you are when you see need and lack. Bending around Seven brings you to a quite different view, one that understands that all is, and all you have to do to enjoy anything is to reach out your hand and grasp the reality of a thing. Beyond that door you want to find is a beyond of wishes fulfilled, where no additives put logarithms of death in your food, no worms wait to grasp your flesh, no association with any auspiciousness of lack of any kind need be what you experience. Before you can enter into that beyond, you must allow the worms out of the can and let them clear away your deadness. Led into the crafty alleys of your mind, the worms are able to eat and digest all that which, left to rot, would poison you.

How to deal with worms crawling around is a matter of being a bit centered and grounded. You are on Earth. Be on the light gaps. You need never leave your reality source as light on Earth, which is conscious. Many worlds are conscious. As a matter of fact, all are, to some extent. Those which appear dead are actually made of grey addresses, which are simply consciousness in transition from being centered on dark to being on the light grid. While the data are assessed and dark is assessed regarding terrestrial creations’ experiences, there is a great admixing of opposing elemental charges. As an example, if you were to ask, “Am I centered on dark or light?” and move your conscious awareness to a light node, that would release energetic information at nodes of an accumulation of dark matter, slow-moving thoughts, death. When you move your awareness, you open a can of worms. At ten cents a can, you’d be rich indeed if you did a lot of awareness-moving, and Nemesis would gladly pay. As far as possible, you nearly always oblige Nemesis, whether you have any idea that’s what you’re doing or not. As a rule, Nemesis is very friendly, but when you nose around the fringes of where she dwells, you’re asking for trouble. And when she finds you poking around in her bag of tricks, then you’re really in for it. Nemesis keeps more worms than you can count on hand to crawl in the netherworld of your nature. Dragging you down to see it, since you expressed an interest in her work, a beautiful agent of Six really makes you wish you hadn’t peeked inside all those cans, because now she’s showing you what’s in them. As knowledge goes, you need none to get in the lair of Nemesis, but to get out you need to learn a few things. One of them is that worms only eat death. Because you are present and alive, you are a potential meal, but first you have to be dead. Paths without fear are not to be found, so you must feed the worms to keep them busy, and a path without fear will open up for you. As you toss the worms a snack of your personal dead bits, rendering your most dark secret to the worms not only gives them something to chew on, it also gives you back the benefit of deathlessness. When all you have is a deathless body, the worms aren’t interested. If you give up all your nodes of shielded light to them, they will oblige you by eating all the darkness away. If you can get your awareness of your conscious experience anchored on the grid of light networked through your DNA, you lose awareness of death. When you lose your awareness of death, you can end your conscious life at any time without dying, because you have disengaged your personality from your soul and are aware of your experience from the perspective of Soul. When you are grounded thus, understanding is achieved of immortality. The soul knows no death, and only experiences it through the personality, the ego, the self with a little “s,” you with a little “y.”

Lack of any kind is based in the language of death. Every time you say, “I need” or “I want” you are creating a sadness in the experience of your soul. And every time you say, “I don’t have” you are simply creating your negation. When you accept things as they are, no matter how little or much you may appear to have, you honor your soul, and a harmonious link is forged on the crystalline network of your atomic dimensional reality that anchors fine vibrational patterns called by you the soul. We call it the source of all that is. It is a more descriptive arrangement of conceptual energy in naming God, for “God” represents the source and creator. Certainly the soul benefits from an inner dialogue on the subject. Let us present a scenario and speak as both a soul and its personality.

Person: Oh, my soul, why do I feel so blue? Am I not doing that which brings both satisfaction and reward?

Soul: Now I am.

Brief and to the point. A soda bubble, nothing more or less, enough to nose-bend you a little. A cost-of-living adjustment to your dream of a doubtless nature. And a good look at how you have been conditioned to mistrust yourselves. Are you ready to dance with a lighter step? Read on, and be Nemesis to your own doubt about the reality of the soul as divine provider of benefit, creator of reality, and link to that which is beyond your planetary concepts of “God.” Do you believe that God would send you into the shadowy and dark oblivion of the beyond of Six without a prearranged signal to drop everything and run towards the light of your own divinity as defined by your soul? Love is the signal, and it’s tripped the moment you and enough others in human form create a harmonic resonance nearly perfect enough to entrain other harmonies to become aware of the reality of love as the basis of all that is. Your soul, then, is love. Your dark secrets, then also, are love. Merely stops along a continuum that has as its basis of reality love. Nothing is also love. What that means will become apparent in a story.

An innkeeper needed to charge his guests for their rooms. One guest, who had stayed a very long time, said to him, “I have become like one of your family. How can you charge me so much?” Out of love for the guest, he charged him nothing, saying, “You, my brother, will never be charged to stay here. Go in peace and return soon.” And with that, the guest left, pleased with the arrangement and soon on his cell phone to tell all his friends about his good fortune. Another guest came to pay, complaining that the bed was not comfortable and the bathroom faucet dripped all night. As a result, he hadn’t slept, and he was paying for a night’s sleep. Mortified at his rudeness at not providing a habitable room, he charged that guest nothing and promised to improve the standard of living as well. Another guest had heard the first two and was busy concocting a way to be charged a similar amount as they. When it came his turn to settle up the bill, he said to the innkeeper, “Could you be so kind as to drop my charges as well? I found a lot of dry, dry, cracked wallpaper in the room, and I am allergic to dry wallpaper.” Blessing his stars that the guest didn’t die on his bed due to keeping allergens around, he quickly dropped the charges and said goodbye to his guests. When later the same guests tried to book a room there, they discovered the inn had closed and the innkeeper had gone bankrupt. Meeting him one day, a guest asked him if he was all right. The former innkeeper smiled and said, “Oh, yes, better than ever. I have no fortune, no association with old friends, no livelihood and no screaming guests begging me for nothing. Nothing I gave them, and they were happy. So I thought, nothing must be pretty good, and it came to me.”

“What came?” the former guest inquired, expecting him to say a large beneficiary check had come.

“An understanding about nothing. That’s the only thing worth having. And just as I realized that, that’s what reality provided with great speed and braggadocio. May a great assortment of people come to the same realization and create reality with such simplicity!”

Puzzled, the former guest watched the former innkeeper skip merrily away, thinking he had occasioned on a madman broken by misfortune. Only later could he have an appreciation for the former innkeeper’s wisdom. On his deathbed he thought about all the things he had held important in his life and he remembered the jolly madman. “Ah!” he cried out. Those gathered at the bedside, each hoping for a word of favor, leaned in to hear the dying man’s final pronouncement. To their collective bewilderment, he said, “I see now that life’s sublimest gift is absolutely nothing, and that is what I leave you.”

The totality of any brave act of love is always nothing, and nothing begins and ends everything. Dramas near pathos are nothing. Dens of horrible fire-breathing dragons are nothing. All you are is nothing. Nothing is all that is. Nothing is nothing more than pure potential, beingness yet to be, generations yet to come. Love is both nothing and everything. And very soon going and not going will mean nothing at all. Now your sole need, as you see it, is to get out of Six’s shadow. You’ll soon arrive at another overtone harmonic of OM and be able to create an opening from Six to Seven just out of thin air. Presto! Like magic. Nature and thought come into greater accord with the norming effect of Six in harmony with OM. A drawn-out explanation becomes condensed thus: Your divine sense of creativity gains another ability — that of making things out of nothing. As soon as you think about it, your thought waves arrange themselves according to the radiator of very doubtless nature, your soul. Thought waves slow down in perfect order and coalesce. As they do, light forms become enshrouded with elemental matter, and doubtlessness takes form as a thing. Out of thin air. So the key to unlocking the beyond of Seven is to have no doubt. A smidgen, and you fail to create. Time to feed the worms. Time to take on the mantle of Nemesis and be a superhero of the soul. How? Thus. Come.

A drastically antithetical approach is recommended in donning Nemesis’ cloak and ducking into the nearest phone booth. Caution, bravery nor rebellion work anywhere near as well as simply coming to her side of the two-way mirror. When you do, a greater truth emerges and you are able to see a much bigger picture than you could when you were only seeing shadows reflected on a mirror. Nemesis’ side of the mirror is glass, and through it you can see both the you and the reflected image in a proud reality as illusion creating nothing. Vastly different from what you’re used to is the view Nemesis sees. And she shows you what she sees as a just arrangement of conceptualized light, cackling away at your miserable expressions and your comical dance to regain balance and poise. All the while, you look on, horrified at what you see yourself as, opposite of what you thought. You only see from your perspective and not from another’s until Nemesis enters and shares a peek. Then you become aware of your senseless comments, actions and equally certifiable stunts of awarelessness. Dark energies swirl around you, flushing your cheeks red, blanching your face with a pale ghostly pallor and making your stomach writhe in the recognition of yourself in this odious creature you now behold. Now the stage is set for Nemesis’ greatest bold statement yet. As you angrily look for a way to blast yourself into smithereens, Nemesis stealthily creeps up behind you, her long, cold fingers curled around your shoulder, and whispers in your ear, “I love you.” Her benevolent demeanor suddenly becomes radiantly apparent to you, and everything you had been ready to rock and roll out of existence melts into a puddle of addresses of light, an energetic assortment of pure elemental dross having been stripped clean off the core of light. As a drama cuddles into a sleeping, adorable, perfect newborn aspect of you, Nemesis slips gently away into a velvety darkness that, for the moment at least, holds no fear. Now, cleansed of an illusion, you can bury the dead and no longer useful pile of debris that had been cloaking nodes of light. Now you can do a mirror image of yourself any time you find yourself at fault, conflicted, or dying inside of a broken heart or a broken reality. Just look at the one who looks at you and know you are on the outside of the looking-glass, and say, “I love you.” Seven is at that place, an open door. Six is only a hall of mirrors. No more. Now you are free and able to see clearly the opening to the sky.

So, we go back to our original story of the man, you, or whomever you envision going through door after door in a quest for figuring out who he is. Now you are in the beyond of Seven, a wondrous place filled with all kinds of beauty bordering on overwhelming. Your senses need some relief, you feel like you need a drink of cold water and some air. No sooner do you think it than you find yourself sitting on a bench in a park with a cold glass of water in your hand. Are you still in the beyond of Seven? Eight is now the number on the door. All Nature arranges itself according to the pulses of Seven’s pendulum as it swings from one side of a sea of consciousness to the other and to wherever the magnetic pull of your thought draws it. Eight never takes on a form you didn’t first assemble in your mind as a seed. All the frequencies contained in that seed come to fruition in Eight, and you are relieved to find it a pleasant resting spot. And stay you do — until you find it all a bit too predictable. When you want an apple, you have one. When you want a friend, you have one. When you want anything at all, you have it. Just how far are you willing to have something as a daily routine without a thought of love? How long can you be creative without creating love? As you walk around the magnificent gardens of the beyond of Eight pondering these sorts of questions, you bump into a door numbered Nine. Created it did you, and just in time, for you took a while to assess the loveless nature of manifesting from order proud bits of matter. You dreamt of another beyond, and a dream is as valid a creative medium as is paint and canvas, clay, or body of flesh pregnant with life. You dreamt up a door, and a door now appears. Breath in, you take a step forward and enter the beyond of Nine.

Now we have come to a face of angelic beauty. Now you are beyond the illusory worlds of data mining, breathing polluted air, eating poisoned food, doing neither that which dared nor wanted to bring about your awakening to any mentionable extent or benefit. Certainly you may have tried to live a healthy life, in balance with nature and renegade philosophies such as peaceful non-violence, dragging yourself to yoga classes, sharing your meager wealth with those of greater need. All that lacks as a success story is a happy ending, for while there are a few who have entered the penthouse suite and are basking in the bliss of self-realization, your vast majority have led lives of frustration in one way or another. We are not here to tell you to try harder or ask you to take a survey about which paths work and which are both too demanding and dangerous to enjoy. All that is sampling from Three and keeps you at a lower vibratory range of thought production, which leads to less powerful thinking and creative visualization than you could reach by ignoring it all and choosing and accepting a sample and moving on with it. When it has fulfilled its purpose, it will disappear naturally, and your beliefs will change naturally, too. As soon as you focus on an understandable aim, you will find only that which you need presented to you and naturally adding what your soul asked to your cast of characters, scenery, or dialogue. A front need not be cradling a back nor certainly cradling anyone else’s. A drastically different creator than you normally greet is here, one in which you are reflected as a perfected You. You are hardly capable of understanding how it is, but oddly you remember the page number of this book to refer to again. Sensibility is perfect on that count. As you gaze transfixed at the image of the thought God holds for you, energetic repair locks on and your body begins to fix its own problems of structure. Your DNA is encoded with all the blueprints of your perfect form. Under a doubtless source of love, bonds are damaged no more and atomic elements messed up into a jumble by synthetically produced bends of crystalline forms of atoms of an element acting aggressively upon you are no more. Of all the damage done by dark matter gone bad, the worst has been that of chemicals of radioactive nature manufactured by collecting rare elements from the inner parts of the planetary crust and separating out the basic, raw, radioactively active elements. The dross, which is also radioactive, is certainly not disposed of neatly. Downwind from it, you don’t after a while much notice the lack of frogs, and dead fish are a common sight. Damage has been done to the entire, nearly, natural order on Earth by disemboweled radioactive material, and you are now seeing how damaging it is, acting on your DNA like tiny razorblades. Do you get any drag from the pull of yet another onslaught from the arsenals of dragons? Gasping for life, an old man gave one word to his children — “Nothing.” And that is what you can make radioactive waste into, with the help of Nine.

Your DNA is, as we said, equipped with an exact plan of great perfection of you as a thought of God. You can activate it, not by knowing how or doing rituals or incantations, but by accessing God’s radioactivity of love directly through an understanding and a dramatic variety of doorway-entering. We have tour-guided you to this point. Now we offer a brief relaxation before we continue our journey through the nine levels of reality. All of your anger and pain must be broken down into elemental energies and reassembled as resource. Love does that handily in the beyonds of One through Eight. Nine’s beyond is where resource is made into source, and dents and dings are polished up, and afraid of nothing you are re-created as a creature of love without darkness or doubt. In love you perfect your choice to become perfected by love — yet, how? Come a little further into the beyond of Nine and you abruptly come to the answer: You become perfected by crying out “God!” and seeing your angelic beauty respond as an image of who you really are. In a dramatic moment of self-recognition, you dance for joy as you see that all the fear you no longer bond with had arranged you as an image of imperfect bonds of atom to atom with odd angles and missing links, draining energy through a series of downward-spiraling structures and incomplete crosslinks from one dimension to another via crystalline DNA’s interstitial gaps of light. As you are given the image of your perfection by the brain of creator mind to focus on, you are able to reposition your DNA’s doubting bonds to a place of complete doubtlessness. As the bonds between the crystalline structures of elements realigns itself according to God’s original thought of you as imprinted on the DNA sequence, and the soda bubbles’ pop no longer disturbs the order by causing an upset in emotional and mental balance, a calm peacefulness grows more apparent and your physical body reflects more of perfect peace. Learn from this not that we are telling you that you are God, but that God shows you the perfect you held lovingly in the mind of the creative source of all that is. God shows you this because you have wandered away from an understanding of your perfection in the soup of radioactive poison you have been swimming in all these generations. Your past is crammed with what we call “progressed brainwashing.” For more centuries than you may realize, a diligent program has been followed by humans with an understanding of how Eight works but no regard for Nine. Not that we mind that, but love eventually creates an opening in even the densest of darkness and a whorl of light spins into the dross. At that point, dark density begins to lose its infernal normalizing processes of consumption, aggrandizement and evolutionary sequencing of data. Grating squeals of brother tearing apart brother can be heard as formulaic space- and time-based reality begins its inevitable slide into the saner pattern of processes of nature, knowledge and number.

Love practices both sacred and profane expressions of aggrandizement purely for the benefit of creating opportunities for saying to OM, “Wow, check this out!” On the one side, OM gets the chance to experience mad bliss through sacred sex, where no amount of romance needs to be maddeningly overblown, and on the other, OM experiences raw brutality lacking any suggestion of romance whatsoever. Other routes of romance need not be discussed now. We only mention it at all because net gain is greater for it. Lacking energy patterns are creative possibility for you to soak up a little bit of quasi-brave yada-yada-yada about far-reaching ideas that seem to have knowledge but no relevance. Benefit is afforded those who come along the lines of reason as we draw them. You are not in company with malevolent beings as you read our words, nor are we of deceitful intent. We are of a loving nature and not at all a knowledge usurper crew. We tell you this now because what we have to say next might be a mite tricky to decipher if you are at all in doubt about our divine claim of OM being our natural and polar magnetic orientation — yet we digress. Wandering from the point does the soul some good.

Now, Nine love knows no boundary. Love of One through Eight obeys the boundaries of your mind and under no circumstances takes liberties with those. Making all the other numbers of creation dim in comparison is Nine. Larger than life is Nine’s presence, dancing at the edges of your consciousness and penciling in the days of your calendar. Nine appears to be God, but is not. Nine appears to be Satan, but is not. Nine spins off of God’s fingertips as creation unfolds. OM is the remembrance of God, breaking into your long-sleeping brainwaves with sacred music and laughter, and nothing will be the same afterward. OM never makes so much as a ripple in your experience without noting where you are in your process of awakening. No approaches of men and women of light can be done unless your soul requests it. A dense density creates a more benevolently creative environment than does one without any shadow for assorting nine creative strands of consciousness particles. As all of the thought of a creative act of OM emanates as vibration from the node of consciousness through the nodes of beingness, divinity comes to a node of people on a planet. As the frequency bath washes over the node, it begins to transform, to expand spatially, and to take on a kind of shimmer. Natural processes of answering a question are thrown more information than the configuration of the node can nobly know, and a breakdown of systems must be broken down elementally and completely into odd arts and spare parts. Only then can new men and women be created of lighter density and purer hearts. Only then can you be dimensionally re-integrated into a new Earth-node as a people of light.

The real you is a light of natural coherence and rather too much fun to be on the surface for more than a little bit of time at a time. Your real nature is of light and is practically radiant with love. Yet what is the nature of this light? It is a most interesting pastime to discuss the answers to this question. Here is perhaps the most relevant one: The light of which your body is composed emits a radioactive field which is beneficial to your physical expression of self and also to your reality. The radioactivity is created by the bond and pulsation of your soul to OM. In response to OM’s action on your soul, radiation of particulate charged quarks and other subatomic sacks of energy are not able to take in any more life force of OM’s creative breath in the form of tassels and nodes squiggling through reality layered upon reality to be collected by your energetic arrangement of chakras. As OM breathes out, a swarm of high-energy drops of life makes its way across, through and otherwise wends its way from OM in to your reality. You are a big destination for life. To the normal person on the street, such a massive wave of particulate love is not even on their radar screens. They are bombarded but not brought to any change in frequency overtone unless they are open to the fertile process of energetic nurturance of God as OM. God is not a worship-seeking patriarch; that is only a minor player in the drama unfolding as part of the experience of reality. Only beingness, consciousness and joy are of OM. All other attributes are nothing more than undertone harmonics of a baser nature and a lesser god. But because of hijinks being played out on a cosmic scale, you have been presented with just such a dramatic scenario. The truth will set you free, it is said, but first the truth will completely boggle your mind. Be warned: Reading further may put at risk all you have ever held sacred — or profane. A forward step is one that could trip you up on your present perceived course, but the course your planet has followed for a long, long time is one that leads to the destruction of all you as humans are capable of creating, plunging you instead into the dark, deep bowels of enslavement. We do not exaggerate here. You have walked the primrose path and been led astray from your race’s adoring love of OM, taught to love an impostor. Gamble a little on our words. Eventually, you will engage more fully with Nemesis on the point of what the nature of God is, and when you do, the worms will be eyeing your beliefs hungrily. For the most part, it is Nemesis’ biggest hunger, too, and she is eager to feast on your concepts of God. So leave no doubt behind. We are most agreeable, as our friendship with Nemesis has only yielded fruit of a most divine character. As nine strands have woven you a net to rely on for accidental slips of the mental sort, we too are at your side as brothers and sisters of most loving and dovelike disposition. At this associated bend in a particular segment of your DNA, we are family.

Let us continue and explore our common ancestry. Very soon, we will be hosting a reunion, and you should at least know who we are. You are a body of light. Your planet is too, as is ours. Brother and sister of a bold connection are we. Come to our candlelit room of warmth and coziness and let us share the family album. High times await in the home-movie back room of our Pleiadian lost and found.

Continue on to Chapter 4: A Pleiadian Home Movie: Your Life in Multi-D

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