Motah Chronicles

Jury Trial

August 19-20, 2009. Exactly one month after my dream on July 19th of joining the National Guard [see Safeguard Your Christ Mission], I was selected to serve on a jury of a most difficult and challenging trial: a child rape case. For two solid days we, the jury, had to sit through horrific testimony, listening to the most sordid, disgusting and heartrending details one could possibly imagine, involving multiple rapes of a ten-year-old girl over a six-month period (she had turned eleven just prior to the last alleged rape). At the time of the alleged offenses, the defendant, age 39, was the boyfriend/fiancé of the girl’s mother. Both the young girl and the defendant testified extensively.

Several weeks ago, when I had read in the paper of the arrest of this man, the charges against him, and the pending trial, I had a premonition that I would serve on this trial. In spite of the odds of being randomly called from the large jury pool, of passing through several layers of the selection process, including the judge’s subsequent dismissals (pulling unseen names at random out of a pile) to whittle down the prospective panel, and of finally being selected for the jury, that is what occurred.

Before the selection, I had prayed that God’s will be done and that the will of the spiritual Hierarchy be served. Knowing the excruciating task and the dreadful responsibility that lay ahead, I had prayed that this “cup be passed from me,” but that if I were handed it, if I were selected for service, then I would “drink of it” according to God’s will.

When the trial ended, there was one final chance to be excused. Again, at random, the judge pulled an unseen name out of a stack in order to select the alternate juror from amongst the thirteen of us who had sat through the trial. The alternate could not deliberate with the twelve jurors nor vote on guilt or innocence of the defendant, but would be immediately excused. Again, I put the matter before God. If I was to remain on the jury and exercise the responsibility of passing judgment on another human being under such terrible circumstances, then so be it. I was not selected as the alternate, so had to remain.

The judge issued his instructions and sent us to the jury room to deliberate. Our first task was to select a jury foreman. From my gut I knew that, unless someone else amongst us naturally emerged as a leader, I would be spiritually obligated to speak up and volunteer to be foreman. Quickly it became apparent that no one wanted the awful responsibility to do the job, so I volunteered. Everyone in the group, relieved, immediately accepted.

For about an hour, we discussed the pros and cons of the evidence. I reviewed for everyone key points of the judge’s instructions, including definitions of the offenses and the legal meaning of “reasonable doubt.” I made sure everyone had ample opportunity to air his or her thoughts (there were eight men and four women). After our deliberations, as foreman I had to personally sign the seven jury forms, one for each count. We found the defendant guilty on six counts of sexual rape of a child and one count of aggravated sexual battery.

We then reentered the court to deliver our verdict. The judge had me stand up and state my name, asked me if we had reached a verdict, then had me read aloud to the court — one by one, for each of the seven counts — the full statement of the verdict on each signed jury form. After I read each guilty verdict, the judge polled the jury and had us raise our right hand to signify that we each agreed with the verdict.

The reading of the verdicts was a very dramatic and drawn-out moment. The courtroom was hushed. The girl and her family began softly weeping; the defendant, who had calmly denied everything in his own testimony, appeared absolutely crushed, in utter soul misery. By the time I reached the sixth count, the heavy emotions had overwhelmed me, too, and my voice momentarily choked and halted. But I got through it. The judge instructed me to hand the verdict to the bailiff. It was over. The judge released us from service, and we filed out the side door of the courtroom.

Jury service in this trial was a very weighty, sobering, humbling and soul-searing responsibility. It left me drained mentally, emotionally, physically and soul-wise. Throughout, I prayed for spiritual guidance, wisdom, right judgment, discernment and justice. I now pray for the healing, rehabilitation and spiritual reconstitution of each soul involved: victim, perpetrator, and their families; all who will continue to suffer in the years to come. I pray that we, the jury, made the right judgment. May God heal us all!

On my drive home, I recalled my earlier dream of joining the National Guard, and of being eager to start service. My commanding officer had said, “You wouldn’t be so eager if you knew what your duties would require over the next year.” This trial was a clear, unequivocal manifestation of this warning.

There were two elements of the dream of July 19th which I did not record, but which I add here now. When the induction officer spoke to me of my deficiencies, he stated I had [a fictional condition labeled by three initials]. He said one sign of this was that I “sit on my hands.” My only interpretation of [the initials] was that they possibly were a code to focus the I Am Self through the Phillel soul function. Not to “sit on my hands” was a clear signal not to stifle my spiritual power; not to shirk from wielding the sword of truth, from manipulating the power and energy of Spirit for the highest good of all. Without hesitation, I must put Spirit’s love into action on this plane.

These two elements also are portrayed in the trial, and in the awesome responsibility it entailed to judge the lives of others. I did not “sit on my hands,” but took appropriate, assertive action to serve as jury foreman and guide the deliberation. Also, as it turned out, the last names of the defendant and of the little girl are both reflected in the initials I was given in the dream.

In her channeling through me on May 27, 2009 [see Action Alert for Changeover], Nada had said: “You are now getting a taste — a very small, extremely, smattering of a taste — of what El Morya and I are dealing with from these higher levels with these sticky karmic situations. But I assure you, we are about our Father’s business; and we know that you are, also.”

Soul Bruise

August 21, 2009. DREAM. I had a deep-purple scar or bruise, about six inches long and three inches wide, on the inside of my upper left arm. But I was not in any pain.

Interpretation: This is a manifestation of the soul “scar” or “bruise” of my experience in the aforementioned trial, from wielding the sword of truth. It is a mark of my crucifixion and transmutation. The left arm symbolizes use of power at the soul level. Also, I am left-handed.

Life-changing Event

August 23, 2009. In response to an e-mail from my brother regarding my jury experience, I e-mailed him the following thoughts:

“I’m reasonably balanced today, though I still feel a great deal of soul sorrow. It’s been a life-changing event, and presses into my mind and heart the interconnectedness we have with our fellow sons and daughters of God, going through the travails of the Latter Days.

“It is a dreadful yet humbling experience to be locked into the auric thought atmosphere of all who are involved — plaintiff, defendant, their families, the lawyers, the witnesses, the jurors, all the court officers; everyone who is directly exposed to the proceedings — and firmly to hold a focus on the Christ to bring through spiritual transmutation and spiritual justice; to invoke spiritual light and truth even in the midst of the worst perversities of human thought, speech and emotion.

“It is an awful responsibility to sit in judgment, praying to God you get it right, knowing that a conviction will send the defendant to jail probably for life. The thought goes through your mind: What if I’m condemning an innocent man? At the same time, there is a deep cry from within the soul to safeguard a child from such monstrous acts, and not to victimize her all over again by sidestepping justice. That would be tragedy compounding tragedy. And you have to make this discernment, to the best of your ability, solely based on the evidence presented at trial.

“I would not wish this experience on anyone.

“In my meditations I continue to project healing, love and forgiveness to all those who were involved; including to my fellow jurors, who must be going through some similar adjustment as I, dealing with it in one fashion or other, depending on their levels of consciousness. It gives poignant meaning to the blog entry I posted just prior to the trial: Broadcasting to Segments of Mass Consciousness.

“So, please keep everyone, including me, in your prayers.”

Note: The next day I learned in the local paper that the defendant, now convicted, also is scheduled to be tried for the sexual rape and abuse of the girl’s younger sister. This allegation was not brought out, in any form, during the first trial.

This adds another layer of confirmation to the July 19th dream symbol of [the three initials], as discussed earlier in relation to this trial. For [the third initial] also is that of the younger sister’s last name. So, the two girls are sadly entangled in a trio of karmic relationship and soul rebalancing with the perpetrator; which certainly also includes the mother. There is a much deeper tragedy and soul scar to this relationship than is revealed outwardly in the horrible events of their present life incarnations. May God forgive and heal them all, and lead them back to I Am consciousness! So be it.

Judgment Day for Mankind

August 26, 2009. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. As I entered meditation, the lyrics of the Battle Hymn of the Republic flashed in my mind:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

As I meditated on the theme of divine judgment and justice, I came into communion with my master teacher, St. Germain, Chohan of the Sixth Ray of Transmutation. He relayed the following thoughts (paraphrased):

“We have orchestrated your involvement in the entire episode of this trial [see August 19-20]. As my direct hierarchal agent and disciple, you were introduced purposefully and physically into the thought atmosphere of that situation, indicative of the worst elements of disgrace to which mankind has fallen, in order to inject my broadcast of transmutation unto the very lowest planes of consciousness.

“This trial was a representative sample of the judgment that mankind is undergoing individually and collectively in these Latter Days, when all error must be exposed, cleansed and eliminated. As such, it is a small taste of the Judgment Day now occurring at the higher levels of the Hierarchal Board and the Karmic Board of this solar system in order to clear the way for the Second Coming on Earth.

“Man’s soul patterns and error actions are being judged by the I Am Self within each one, and the karmic sentences are being meted out accordingly. By their fruits you will know them. Those who cannot withstand the consequences of Spirit’s judgment, and who refuse to rise into spiritual consciousness for the New Era, will be removed from this solar system in due time, to continue their karmic evolution under more difficult circumstances elsewhere. This is the ‘terrible swift sword’ of the Lord’s justice.

“We told you earlier this year that the serious work of our transmutation, master with disciple, is being stepped up, and again at Easter that ‘our higher works begin.’ [See Our Higher Works Begin.] Your experience on the trial jury was one direct manifestation of this prophecy. Through your consciousness, I was able to use your physical force field and body as an anchoring point, in order to bring necessary transmutation to whole segments of mass consciousness. Through the thought field of all participants in this trial — who represented all levels of consciousness, from judge and jury to lawyers and clients, including the defendant; from law officers and court personnel to all onlookers and interested parties — I sent forth the violet flame of transmutation to purify error patterns and to reestablish I Am justice and light. This concentrated broadcast impacted souls both on the physical and the astral planes.”

During the transference of these thoughts, I was shown a vision of an inverted pyramid of white light; I was positioned at the bottom point, and St. Germain and the Hierarchal Board were positioned along the upper base. The transfer of energy and light from the higher planes thus was focused through my force field and body, which were locked firmly within the orbital thought sphere of the trial.

The Master confirmed, too, that since I was the hierarchal agent planted on the physical for this action, it was necessary for me to serve as the jury foreman, and thus to guide the deliberations and publicly to announce the verdict, as that befitted the proper hierarchal chain of command. I portrayed this role in the drama not only for my own edification and training but also for the spiritual Hierarchy.

Next, St. Germain further entered my auric field, introduced a hieronic beam, and began the universal sign language. To my interpretation, much of the hand movements symbolized the Master guiding me through a personal spiritual initiation, in order to translate my force field into higher coordination with him for future works. Yet, he also projected transmutation energies to the masses.

Several times he used his own characteristic hand signature. At other times, the palms were flat or opened wide, or the hands were brought together to form a triangle with palms facing outward. At one point, he crossed both my arms over my chest, as one sees depicted in paintings and statues of Egyptian pharaohs. This signified not only my own soul level but also St. Germain’s guiding influence as Rama Tault, his incarnation as a spiritual teacher in early Egypt.

At another point, he placed the index and middle fingers of my right hand directly to my lips, signifying that he personally sealed this holy work. As the fingers touched my lips, I gasped, for there was an immediate infusion of light to consecrate these purposes for the next step of action.

At the end, after he had placed my hands back in my lap, he relayed, “Stand by for our orders.” He then departed.