Father Michael
February 25, 2015. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. Jontel, the Saturnian of Motah, appeared. It was the first time I’d had contact with him since October 2, 2013. He announced that Hannibal and Shantar had detached him to accompany me to Texas as a protective 
guardian.
After Jontel withdrew, I came into spiritual communion with Lord Michael. For the first time ever, he appeared to me as an intimate father figure. His paternal affection was palpable, and I was raised into a new level of bonding with him. He told me that this vibration — as a loving, affectionate father — is exactly how El Morya experiences him. (Katoomi/Lord Michael is El Morya’s master teacher.)
For the rest of the communion, I basked in that new octave of vibrational relationship with Lord Michael. Together, we radiated protection and a positive pronouncement of light for the upcoming Mission to Mexico (March 10th-19th). Also, Archangel Michael reminded me that he had been the one to solidify my connection with the galactic Vortran group last December.
Last Visit with Dad
February 27 to March 8, 2015. During my trip to Texas, it became obvious to me why Lord Michael had appeared as an intimate father on February 25th. Much of the visit with my parents was spent in caregiving, especially for my father (age 97), whose healthcare needs are even greater than my mom’s (age 96). In fact, before the end of the week, my brothers [Fred and Jonathan] and I made the decision to place Dad in a nursing home immediately, . . . in order to obtain better care. . . . My trip home also involved important 
meetings with our lawyer, two of my dad’s doctors, and the nursing home director, in order to facilitate our decision making.
A couple of times while home in Texas, I felt the distinctive protective assistance of Jontel, though I did not have substantial telepathic contact.
Addendum: Subsequent to my father’s visit to his physician on March 5th, [his doctor] admitted him to the hospital that afternoon, . . . due to problems with elimination. [All his other medical tests were normal.]
On Friday the 6th, when I said good-bye to Dad at the hospital, before my return to Tennessee the next day, I had a premonition that that would be the last time I would see him, even though there was no outward indication then of his imminent demise. I kissed him on the forehead, blessed him, told him I loved him, and simply said, “I’ll see ya soon!” He blessed me and told me he loved me, too. It was a very touching last moment together.
The next day, March 7th, my father was relocated to the . . . nursing facility. During the next ten days he never really bounced back, but began a steady decline, contracted double pneumonia, and passed away . . . on March 17th.
Dad’s Transition
March 17, 2015. St. Patrick’s Day. Early in the evening of March 16th, I called home to speak with Mom — only to discover that she and Jonathan were quickly preparing to go to the hospital! [Late that afternoon at the nursing home, the nurses had found my dad unconscious and unresponsive.] . . .
Later, I spoke with Fred, Jonathan and Mom, who were at the hospital with Dad. He was still unconscious, had been diagnosed with double pneumonia, and was on life support. Late that night, my brothers informed me that Dad had been moved to the ICU and was not expected to make it through the night. His blood pressure was slowly fading. (We had a “do not resuscitate” order on file with the hospital.)
Around midnight, as I was lying in bed praying, talking to Dad in my mind, I told him that it was okay for him to move on, that he had lived a good life, had no real regrets, and could be released from this plane. “Move through the tunnel, toward the light. Your mom and dad will be there to meet you,” I assured him.
Unable to sleep, I had tossed and turned. Suddenly the face of El Morya/Mark appeared clearly. Smiling gently, he told me telepathically that he would assist my dad in crossing through the veil. “All is well.” My dad had met Mark . . . in Miami Beach in the mid-1970s; he would have a familiar connection with him. Peace instantly came over me, and I fell asleep for a couple of hours.
Jonathan woke me with a phone call just before three o’clock in the morning, EDT. Dad had made a peaceful transition a few minutes earlier, around 1:40 a.m. CDT. (The death certificate later listed the official time as 1:48 a.m.) My brothers and mother were with him at the time of his passing, holding vigil. Since I had been asleep, I took comfort in knowing that perhaps I too, in my spirit body, had been with Dad when he crossed over. I spoke with Fred, Jonathan and Mom on the phone, and we shared our grief. I did not sleep after that, but began making preparations for a trip to Texas.
Note: See obituary below.
Dad Awakened on Astral Plane
March 22, 2015. (I had arrived in Texas on Friday, March 20th. Family members from Austin had arrived on Friday and Saturday. The public visitation at the funeral home was on Saturday evening, the 21st.)
Lying in bed awake at dawn on the day of the funeral, I had a clairvoyant impression of Dad being awakened by his astral guides so that he could attend the funeral in spirit and witness the celebration of his life. He had been peacefully resting most of the time since his transition.
In my message to the congregation later at the funeral, I highlighted the theme of the “incorruptible body” of light, as described by Apostle Paul, and my dad’s lifelong service to God and fellowman. I also mentioned that Dad was tuning in to the service “from on high.” . . .
In a letter to me on March 26th, [longtime friend and Mark-Age member] Charlie Poland wrote: “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more uplifting and great tribute to a father or anyone as you, Jonathan and Freddie gave your dad. Each was just beautiful, and I was privileged to have been there to hear. . . .
“When I was sitting there during your and your brothers’ tributes, I saw the figure of Fred [Dad] in a large column of golden light about two thirds of the way up. It was not the color of, say, a brick of gold here on Earth, but of the warm, wonderful spiritual gold color of Spirit God.”
A Personal Touch
March 24, 2015. Lying in bed around dawn, I had a vision of Dad very gently reaching his hands into Mom’s aura, making an initial personal 
contact with her energy field. It has been one week since his transition, so perhaps he is spending a little time awake now and his guides are beginning to show him how to move in his astral body.
If a type of interdimensional astral connection is gradually being knitted, that could explain why Mom woke this morning feeling somewhat disoriented.
Note: Dad had the most beautiful, sculpted, manly hands, his fingers long and perfectly proportioned. I always admired them. In my vision the hands were distinctly his own, as I had known them.
Leonora Assists Orientation
March 25, 2015. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. While I prayed about my dad, suddenly Nada-Yolanda and Leonora together contacted me.* Wearing flowing white robes, both were joyous, youthful-looking, beautiful and slim, and had raven-black hair and sparkly dark 
eyes. Yolanda happily announced that she had taken Leonora to meet Dad. (He had met Yolanda personally in 2003, so already had a familiarity with her.) When Lee introduced herself to Dad, she had said, “I know your little boy” (i.e., me, the youngest son).
(That phrase was a coded confirmation for me. Leonora had used the term “little boy” in a communion with Yolanda on July 24, 1993, in regard to “the little boy from Fatima” working with Pope John Paul II to reveal the secret of the Fatima message. She had ended her contact by saying, “Be sure you tell Phillel about this.” At the time, Yolanda had not remembered that “the little boy from Fatima,” Francisco Marto, was an incarnation of St. Germain/Dr. Hannibal, my master teacher. So, when I reminded her, we had a good chuckle.
Also, in a communication through me on August 15, 2012, Mary/Sol-O-Man had channeled: “Gracious he has been, the little boy of Fatima, to step aside at this hour so that I may borrow his channel of light to speak unto you.”)
Leonora assured me that she would help with Dad’s orientation in the astral healing hospital. Working with his guides, she would assist him in reconnecting with our family here on the physical.
She also delighted in showing me visually that her name and my mom’s name, Honora, have the same letters in the last three syllables: O-N-O-R-A — as if to hint at a cosmic connection via sound.
During the contact, I had significant heart-chakra activation and was very comforted to hear the good news of Leonora’s supervisory assistance. Funny, the whole time I’ve been home since Dad’s transition, I have not thought of Leonora at all!
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* Leonora: sister of Yolanda (Pauline Sharpe). Lee (1929–1950) was monitor for Yolanda’s interdimensional communication, 1958–1965, being the one whose permission anyone needed in order to channel through Yolanda, until Yolanda’s union with her own Nada consciousness eliminated need for a monitor. Assigned now as a coordinator in fifth-plane astral healing hospitals to help realign light workers who make the transition.
Clairaudient Contact
April 12, 2015. As I was falling asleep while lying in bed before midnight, suddenly I heard my father distinctly call my name: “Philip!” Instantly I became alert, but the contact did not jell further.
Earlier in the evening (8:29 CDT), Finley Porter Jacobs had been born in Austin, Texas, to parents Andrea and Loren, my nephew. The direct lineage of our Jacobs family name, and thus the ongoing legacy of my father’s extensive genealogical research, would continue. The birth also would be an 
important event for my father, who made the transition on March 17th. From the astral, he signals the moment to my receptive clairaudient ear. Though brief, this was my first direct contact with him.
For his part, the astral energy required to materialize this clairaudient sound would be considerable, and would represent a significant step in his reorientation and in his ability to connect with family on this side of the veil.
On March 25th, Leonora had assured me that she would assist Dad in making contact with us on the physical.
Note: Spirit works in wondrous ways. As I was falling asleep, I had not been thinking about Dad, so the experience was a big surprise. Also, in my casual musings of the past few weeks, I never once considered that Dad would contact me clairaudiently by saying my name! Since that scenario wasn’t in my conscious mind, it makes the psychic manifestation all the more notable.
Obituary for Frederic W. Jacobs — 1917–2015
Frederic Weil Jacobs was born October 25, 1917 in Indianapolis, Indiana. He was the son of Frederic Burnham Jacobs of Hingham, Massachusetts and Mary Armina Price of Bridgeport, Alabama. He died Tuesday, March 17, 2015 in a local hospital. Mr. Jacobs 
had resided in Lufkin, Texas for many years.
He was a member of the General Society of Mayflower Descendants, his ancestor being Elder William Brewster. He belonged to the Nathan Gann Chapter of the Sons of the American Revolution in Lufkin, and more recently the Texas Society of the War of 1812.
He graduated from Case School of Applied Science in Cleveland, Ohio in 1939 with a BS Degree in Metallurgical Engineering. He worked for the Lake City Malleable Company in Cleveland and Columbus, Ohio. He had an occupational deferment during World War II and was Plancor Engineer who helped design, equip, and build the Lake City Malleable, Inc. in Ashtabula, Ohio, a modernized mechanized foundry built and paid for by the U.S. Government to make castings for the war effort in 1944. He was Chief Metallurgist and later Technical Director for Texas Foundries, Inc. until his retirement in 1983.
He was very active in professional and civic affairs. He was an active Kiwanian, having served as Distinguished President of the Lufkin Club, and later as Distinguished Lt. Governor of Division 14 of the Texas-Oklahoma District. During retirement he coordinated many projects of rebuilding exhibits at the Ellen Trout Zoo and in 2002 was given an Award of Appreciation by the City of Lufkin for that effort. He was also very active in the First United Methodist Church in Lufkin where he served as Sunday School Superintendent and as Chairman of the Education and Council on Ministries Committees.
Jacobs pursued many hobbies. He was a member of the Angelina Photographic Society and the Lufkin Art Guild and won many ribbons for his macro-photography of flowers. He was an ardent stamp collector. He was an active genealogist and was a member of the Angelina Genealogy Society. He pursued a lifelong dream and built an impressive HO gauge model railroad in his home for which he was recognized in a feature article in the local newspaper.
Survivors include his wife, Honora M. Jacobs of Lufkin; sons, Frederic C. Jacobs of Denver, Colorado, Gary N. “Jonathan” Jacobs of Austin, Texas, and Philip Joseph Jacobs of Pioneer, Tennessee; grandson, Loren Jacobs of Austin; granddaughters, Keturah Christmas and Anja Jacobs of Austin; great-granddaughter, Alessandra Christmas of Austin; great-grandsons, Jasper Christmas and Finley Porter Jacobs of Austin; numerous nieces, nephews and other family members. He was preceded in death by his parents.
Photos: (1) Angel’s Blessing © by Hartmut Jager. (2) Jacobs family 2005: Fred C., Honora, Fred W., Phillel, Jonathan. (3) Frederic W. Jacobs, 1986. (4) Fred Jacobs, 1940. (5) Fred & Honora Jacobs, 1940. (6) Leonora, 1947, Mark-Age Archives. (7) Fred & Honora Jacobs, 2010. (8) Frederic W. Jacobs, 1983. Family photos courtesy of Phillel.
father — is exactly how 
MariLyn, I explained that the location was in Indonesia.
(the solar cross), and with all interdimensional forces of light participating in the Mission to Mexico. An unobstructed exchange of hieronic energies then flowed between the site of the ancient Lemurian Sun Temple in Veracruz and the New Sun Temple, as represented by I Am Nation headquarters in Tennessee.
I have called in the special forces of Shantar of Saturn, under Tristar Command, in order to reinforce this focus. While I shall pace the traveling team of Soliel [Robert] and Shoshana [MariLyn] into the Mexican orbit, Shantar and his Saturnian forces under Sixth Ray influence shall remain in position here over this headquarters focus in Tennessee, in order to insure that all exchanges of energy uploads and downloads remain in a purified state for optimum influence throughout planet Earth.
Then Shantar of Saturn contacted me with hieronics. The so-called vice admiral of Tristar Command had announced on 
preserved in writing until the third century, but they recount a number of remarkable feats and paranormal experiences. Considered a Christlike figure, he was a revered philosopher in the ancient Greek tradition.
cosmic laws in motion. We must exercise wisdom as we work on the cleansing and purification of the mortal world.”
symbolically sealed the connection with my high Self, via the third eye, in order to receive clear images from my soul record.
In his incarnation as Christopher Columbus, as discussed in the communications of Nada-Yolanda, he helped to bridge the “impossible space gap of water” in the Piscean Age through his discovery of the New World in 1492, thereby opening up the spread of European civilization and “bringing the Christ light” to the Americas. He performs a similar function in the etheric now as Dr. Hannibal, “bridging the gap of space” in the Aquarian Age through his command of hierarchal spacecraft activities in the Western Hemisphere.
resurrection. As Sixth Ray Chohan, Matthias had brought the full impact of Sixth Ray purification to bear upon the traumatized group of followers, in order to ease their transformation into the new vibrational frequency required of their mission.
Christ for our solar system and, with Lord Michael, is co-titular head of the Hierarchal Board.
property. Although our buildings, which are on high ground, were spared, some water seeped into my basement apartment, about six feet in from the wall. Immediately I made arrangements to clean it up.
Concentric rings of brilliant white light, about ten in number, ringed the planet horizontally along the major lines of latitude. Each ring radiated electromagnetic energy in resonance with spacecraft hieronics. The radiations penetrated the planetary sphere, emanating back and forth through the core from one side of the globe to the other. In this manner a balanced energy exchange was maintained between the Western and Eastern Hemispheres, representing male/positive and female/negative polarities, respectively.
Some were wearing Explorer Scout uniforms, with badges.
one struck me on the top knuckle of my left index finger, the other on the outside of my upper right forearm. Alarmed, I immediately called Emergency 911 and requested an ambulance. While I waited, the poisonous venom slowly began to work in my system, and I noted the adverse effects. Shortly the EMTs arrived and stabilized me for transport.
There arose a great wind storm, and the waves beat into the boat, so much that the boat was already filled.
doctor’s office, a curtain between two rooms parted and 
though not recently. Employing a healing balm of light, she worked in my auric field to help me integrate Vortran’s galactic energy download. She informed me that the angels, given their celestial functions of working with all manifested forms, including thought forms, were using special techniques to help mankind assimilate the higher galactic energies in this cycle. They were working directly with our light bodies and our four lower bodies.
they made aggressive moves to obstruct my exit, but I made it safely onto the road leading over the mountain ridge to our headquarters.
with First Ray action, aligned with the will of God, and God’s power, to be implanted on Earth from interdimensional sources — from central sun, through solar logos and planetary Federation, unto Earth — by my command and through this Om. So be it.
Michael overshadowed me. His magnificent presence was augmented by the hieronic beam. He informed me that as Archangel of the First Ray of Will and Power, it was his responsibility to initiate the implantation of new galactic action on Earth. He was referring to information relayed in my contact with Vortran on 
truly amazed and happy to see her again. I knew that Cheyenne, as an elder “sister,” would help 
bonding of the two in my own thoughts and feelings. The key word in the dream was restored. This also has implications, of course, for my own spiritual restoration, or regeneration, as highlighted in other dreams in this cycle.
Toward the end of the meditation, a powerful deva appeared. He manifested to my clairvoyant sight as a definite etheric form, arrayed with multicolored light patterns. Through thought transference, he informed me that he was a devic chieftain in our East Tennessee area. His realm of responsibility over nature forces encompassed, yet extended well beyond, our headquarters property in the Cumberland Mountains. He had established direct contact in order to ground and to integrate the higher energies through our property and area of influence. He manipulated fourth dimensional energy forms in order to seal a force field of protection and balance through our auric atmosphere for our light-body projections. The devic chieftain did not identify himself by name.