January 20, 2010. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. In my astral body, I was transported to Dr. Hannibal’s etheric spacecraft. Standing on a viewing platform high above the Earth, I looked upon the planetary conditions below. The shifting thought patterns of mass consciousness were in a state of high flux, reacting to the accelerated energies coming into the planet. Nothing was stable; vast “plates” — groupings of thought forms, akin to Earth’s tectonic plates — were constantly moving. Only the light workers, grounded in I Am consciousness and demonstration, could provide a measure of balance and stability during the great changing of dimensions in these Latter Days.
Inner veils opened, and I was transported next into the deep recesses of my soul, where a master awaited me. I manifested a vibrational form I had used in past lifetimes on Venus, in my training for the Federation of Planets. Appearing with shoulder-length, golden-blond hair, I had sparkly deep-blue eyes. I wore a one-piece space uniform of a shimmering sky-blue metallic color. In all of my meditation experiences, never have I viewed myself in this way. Transfigured with my Venusian soul essence, I was suspended in reverie as scenes flashed before me.
Eventually my Motah light body, assuming a mantle of pastel violet light, overshadowed me and subsumed my Venusian soul form, translating it into the higher frequency vibration. I was taken back to the space platform. Again, but with an enhanced perspective, I viewed the greatly shifting thought patterns, multicolored this time, of mass consciousness on Earth.
Suddenly, from the heavens it began to rain blood! First here, then there, the red torrent drenched the globe. Alarmed, I asked my guide, “What does this mean?”
“Those are the sacrifices of souls,” he said. “The travails are coming; in fact, the travails are here.”
I recalled the end-time prophecy in the book of Revelation: “There was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth.” (Rev. 6:12-13)
While I pondered these visions, Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain revealed his presence. “My son,” he said, “I have taken you on this journey for your edification.”
Amplified by a powerful hieronics beam, he overshadowed me and projected balanced transmutation to all on Earth. May each one hold steady amid the monumental changes now upon us.
Photo: Soul Portrait by Phillel, 1976; colorization of pencil drawing courtesy of Hartmut Jager.
The balancing of the soul into I Am light.