June 29, 2011. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. Amplified by a hieronic beam, my crown chakra quickly opened. Appearing as a huge golden radar dish, hundreds of feet 
across, the golden light from my crown expanded into the etheric realms, linking with the interdimensional space team.
Jontel the Saturnian appeared in his light body. Standing in front of me, he placed brilliant rings of light around me, as if to seal me in a protective matrix. Through hieronic-beam control, he tweaked my energy field and chakra centers, particularly my throat, producing many of the extraordinary physical and auric sensations that I experience prior to a vocal channeling. Yet, Jontel relayed mentally that he had only been sent to prepare me, not to channel.
The buildup came in waves. Once or twice I felt a fleeting nausea. Also, though my hands remained in my lap, he manipulated them hieronically, forming various signs, as if testing the lines of force. During this conditioning, I had a deep communion with his etheric Saturnian vibration. After perhaps fifteen minutes, he completed his work and quietly departed.
July 6, 2011. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. More hieronic conditioning ensued, similar to last week’s meditation. Again, I received contact signals from Jontel, operating under Hannibal’s command. Again, the conditioning produced sensations I experience in the buildup to a vocal channeling: chakra stimulation, especially throat, crown and third eye; some nausea in my solar plexus, due to the strength of the space beam’s electromagnetic lock; tingling sensations in my hands; varied breathing and heart rates. Yet a channeling was not indicated.
Overshadowed by my Motah light body, I received instead that the hieronic space team was trying out pulse signals of light, as if they were transmitting them by long-distance relay. The image that formed in my mind’s eye was of ship-to-ship light signals, flashed on and off in Morse code to communicate a message. Each time the light flashed, an electromagnetic pulse hit my auric field, producing also a distinct reaction in my physical body.
At the end, it took me considerable time to disengage from the contact. Finally, I reached out and grabbed Robert’s hand, to help ground me.
Note: For background on Jontel the Saturnian, click here and here. Also click on “Jontel” tag below.
Photo: Collage by author, with Golden Spaceship © by Hartmut Jager.